feeling that spring vibe

It's Tuesday and it's beautiful outside.  I feel crazy inspired to redo my entire front yard.  I bought a bunch of vegetable seeds and herbs.  I want to plant a bunch of berry bushes.  I want to keep honey bees. 

My babies are sitting happily in their swings, refusing to sleep as usual.  Today has been crazy productive already, with food, baths, physical therapy, call to oma.  I just need to keep going.

I need to start recording more funny stuff that Marilyn says for posterity, so please put up with it here in the blog.  We were playing barbies yesterday, and Justin Bieber kept falling in love with girls, only to have Prince Eric take them away.  One girl was mean to him so I said she wasn't nice and had ugly hair.  Marilyn's doll responded, "yeah, I've got diarrhea hair."

Last night when I was putting her to bed, she told me she was upset because she hadn't spent enough time with her tiger.  He's a small white stuffed animal.  I told her to bring him to bed with her.  She started crying, and told me she couldn't.  Why not? "Because he won't sleep with the Christmas lights on.  He'll stay awake!" 

She's always coming up with crazy names for her dolls and for me when we're playing.  The other day my name was Mother Dog Weather.

Playing barbies a few months ago, she had me ask her doll to go shopping at the mall.  "I can't.  I have a business dinner, and I have to make my boyfriend fall in love with me."  Big schedule.

Every night she wants me to give her a massage now as I say "Goodnight little girls".  She moans loudly the whole time.  She told me the first day after the massage, "You got rid of some of my bones when you rubbed my back.  Two of the them.  Two of my bones are gone.  It's okay, though.  I don't need them."

We're planning a trip to Hilton Head for two weeks this summer, but some of the houses are ridiculously priced.  I'm not paying $7500 for a week at the beach.  We're going for two weeks.  So I can buy a car or go on a two week vacation? That's retarded.  Mom suggested I check out this vacation club they belong to.  I'll do that this afternoon.  She also told me about garden supply.com.  Can't wait to check it out.

Home early

We had to cut our vacation in Hartwell short by a day.  Sadie didn't sleep much last night.  She was coughing like crazy.  I called the nurse, and she said she needed to be seen.  We returned the boat (house to marina was 2 hours), and drove like wild banshees back to Atlanta.  Turns out she has a sinus infection, which isn't fun, but isn't life threatening.  I'm glad we got her seen.

This morning our plan was to go to Hardee Berry Farm and pick early season strawberries.  Obviously that didn't happen, so I've promised Marilyn that we'll do it later in the season.  Now I have to keep my word.

Going to go read and conk out now.

Getting started

I have a lot of crazy ideas and big dreams about how I want to live.  Of course, most of these stay in the "one day when I have more time" category, but I'm hoping to start living more intentionally.  I have a beautiful 5-year-old daughter, Marilyn, and 11-month-old twins, Sadie and Jake.  The last two years have been a haze of pregnancy nausea and sleepless nights.  I've been lucky to achieve the minimum and keep my sanity.  Now that the babies have learned to sit up and can sleep through the night (finally), I feel like it's time to pick up where my life stopped in 2009.

Right now we're at Lake Hartwell for spring break.  We rented a pontoon boat, and we've been relaxing.  The house we're staying in is HUGE and beautiful.  It makes me wonder about the family who's second home is twice as big and 3 times as nice as my everyday digs.  The house was obviously decorated by a professional - EVERYTHING has to do with wildlife and hunting.  It's got a cabin-mansion feel.  It's also got 30+ dead animals on the walls, including 4 bears.  Poor little bears.

Did you know that cougar, puma, and mountain lion are all the same animal? I had no idea.  I was reading Marilyn a book about the animals of North America, and there it was.  Marilyn and I had been debating what the dead animal in the sleeping loft here was.  She voted for Cougar, but I insisted in my motherly wisdom that, no, it was a mountain lion.  Who knew?