When Did I Grow Up?

Did I grow up?

I feel like it was just a few years ago I lived with my parents, attended college and was quite happy with whatever part time job I had. Now I’m actually considered an adult (weird!), I own my house, I am a wife, and I’m responsible for two little beings that mean the world to me. And I don't feel like I've changed a whole lot.

I often wonder how any of this came to happen.
I know the kids part, no need to explain that :D But how did I get to be so content being a SAHM after enjoying going to work for so many years? It's certainly more different than I expected. I get to make sure my kids have the best caretaker, teacher, and mother and most importantly I actually love it. At first, I thought I might get bored since I've never stayed home for so long but I'm quite happy being a bum. And by bum, I mean not dressing up and walking around in heels and makeup and whatnot and never having a private moment to myself (unless you are counting the hours of 12:00am to like 5:00am when everyone else is sleeping.) Otherwise, I'm quite busy. I promise you that staying home does not mean I have nothing to do. I just can't believe where my life is at.

If you had told me a few years back that I would be a mom of twins and that I wouldn't be working, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, a grown up, raising the kids and hoping I do a good enough job that they turn out happy and fulfilled adults. This doesn't mean I can't act immature every so often, though. Being an adult doesn't mean I don't get to have fun. So, I want to promise my inner child that I will do my best not to forget her and make sure she gets to live her moments too. 

Not Shanny!!!!

This may be weird, then again I'm weird so maybe its just normal. Why don't you be the judge?

 

I have this thing, I love my name.... now (I didn't quite like being called "Chani" growing up in Venezuela since they don't have the "Shh" pronunciation) I do appreciate how different it is now, thanks Mom! However.... I hate it when Jeff calls me Shanny.

Why you ask?

I feel like I'm in trouble. Like I am a little girl who did something wrong and is about to be punished. I don't know why... I just do. I hear it coming from his mouth and I think Chit!.. Um, I mean Shit! I'm so used to always being called Baby, Honey, Chichi (cute story behind this one) and Shan by my adorable husband. Just NOT Shanny!

Even when we have one of our stupid fights, mostly because I started it, he doesn't call me by my name. So why on earth must he freak me out 3 times a year and call me Shanny? I think he does it on purpose now. It never fails, I think something is wrong and it is my fault. I can't describe the first few beats my heart gives when he says it, they are strong! (I did say I'm weird). Why do I associate my name being called to something negative? Maybe its because my Mom called me Shanny every time she yelled at me when I was younger. Once again Thanks Mom!, please note the sarcasm this time. Now my husband cannot call me by my name... ever... without me freaking out.

Well maybe only if it comes after an "I love you", but even then I'll probably give him a strange look, which might not be too romantic. The bottom line is that I'm spoiled, I'm used to being called "sweet" names and unless you want me to get a heart attack because you said my name, Jeffrey, please call me anything you want..... just not Shanny!

A Kid's Social Life

The twins have a busier social life than me. I cannot keep up.

How is it that two year olds have so many birthday parties and shows to attend? Don't get me wrong, its fun, but I'm a bit jealous. I want to have personal chauffeurs, personal stylist, and to be given goodie bags too. Also, also? I want to be able to eat all that cake they gobble down and have no guilt associated with it. And then? I want someone to carry me in a like a princess and tuck me in bed too.

These kids have it good.

I probably had it good too, I don't remember. In fact, I don't think I remember anything prior to having kids. My social life consists mainly of being their... ah heck, just read the list of duties I just mentioned, their personal EVERYTHING. I love it though, I'm just a bit jealous... that's all :D

Summer is still hiding over here but the fun has surely began.
The kids are going to be disappointed this weekend though, why? It's Mommy's turn to be pampered (not with pampers) but who am I kidding? Let's face it, I still have to help them celebrate Mother's day... so yes, my social life on mothers day is to help the kids help me have a wonderful day, which in turn is how I know I will (kudos to you if followed that). They are the bestest busy kids I know... and they haven't even started school and meeting more kids yet, eek...

Happy 9th Anniversary to Jeff! (and me)

If you asked me two years ago if it felt like Jeff and I have been married for 7 years (at that time) I would have said "Nooooooo! It only feels like two years :D"

Now?

With kids?

Is it really only 9 years? I don't believe you. There surely has to be more years involved. We are more tired than ever and (luckily) happier than ever. Funny thing is I think I've spent less time with him these past two years than I did before, I'm not sure if that's good or bad. At least I'm not tired of him, eh?

In fact we are happy enough that I STILL have our wedding pics as my avatar on Blogger and its also my profile pic (top left of your screen). Could I/Should I take it down? Nahhh, I'm too lazy. It's been 9 wonderful years. I still love you Jeff, so go unpack your bags and here is to the other 9 *cheers*  :D

As I say every year,

My dear Jeff: I did, I do, I will...

Best Moments EVER!

When one or both of the kids come up to me and say

I LOVE YOU Mommy!

 

Even better when they follow up with hugs and kisses.

My heart melts.

My head spins.

And then I fall..

 

Never mind that they probably don't know

the real meaning of their words.

But their actions?

They say it all ;)

 

And now,

you may continue on...

Ohh, So That's a Date!

Jeff and I went out on Saturday. ALONE. With no kids. #ThatShitCray

OK. So my mother-in-law and her darling offered to watch the twins for us. We booked them like a month before... busy life people, busy life. We went out to dinner, we went to the movies, and went to a Hookah Lounge.

And you know what else we did right? That's right: we talked about the kids most of the night! (What were you thinking?) It's the most natural thing to do, isn't it? Who else does this? Raise hands.

The next day? We were tired. Like really really tired. Living the wildlife is apparently not for us anymore. I got up with the kids in the morning and put on a pot of coffee. About 20 minutes later I stood in the kitchen staring at the pot wondering if I had pressed "start" or not... you think the fact that the pot I was staring at was full would have given me a hint... but no, I pressed "start" again to see if the light would go on... true story.

On other news, our two favorite topic of conversation are officially 2 1/2 years today. Six months from now they'll be three. How and when did this happen? Someone has some 'splaining to do.

Twins Egg Hunt

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter!

 

We didn't do anything spectacular.

It was too cold and windy so the kids

spent no more than a half hour out in our

backyard hunting for eggs.