Silly Problems...

Someone explain to me...

- Why do the twins let me kiss them up to six times, but the seventh time annoys them? Worry-not. I found a solution to making these heartbreakers give me what I want. I tell them not to kiss me and then they do... so much for teaching them to do what I say. Why listen... when they can do what I say NO too? (Little rebels) (So my kids)

- Is there a hypnosis thing going on in "The Wheels on the Bus" song? These two cannot get enough of it. At first it was annoying and then we started using it to our advantage: whenever we want to have adult conversation we put on a playlist on YouTube on the TV and we chat. We don't even "hear" it anymore. But it does go round and round...

- Why do the last 15 lbs I have to lose love me oh so much? WHY????
Why must it love me to death so much so that it refuses to break up with me?... Okay, so I have a soft heart and whenever I feel my fat feeling a bit sad I do give a bit of goodness to cheer it up, but come on! Crushing its feelings would be too mean, right? RIGHT? I know I have to do it, I know. I just have to toughen up and take control. (So not fun!)

What silly problems do you have?

Dah Fun Place!

No, not the bedroom. Stop it.
Not Disney either. (Though, I want to go) (I've never been) (I know!)

Dah Basement. Our basement.
We've made it our playroom. (Again, stop it!) We figured when we were pregnant with the twins, I obviously only mean me (but you try telling Jeff that), that we wouldn't be able to go out often. Little did we know that it actually meant almost never. So we worked hard to finish it up. Okay, so that actually means Jeff and my brother worked hard to finish it while I supervised. I did a good job too, I even got the eye rolls supervisors get along with the "talks behind my back." (I take my jobs seriously)

We put up a bar, a bookshelf for me 'cause I love to read, the laundry area, a 120 inch screen with a projector, and a pool-slash-ping pong table, the computer center, and the Xbox Kinect system.

Well, we hardly use it o_0
We don't go down much with the kids because there are too many things I fear they'll run into (and they already have upstairs to put toys in every single space they find), we don't play too much pool or ping pong because we figured its there and we can play whenever we want... and so that reasoning hasn't helped (also the kids love to steals the balls). The computer? Sees us rarely... we have our phones and laptop upstairs. The Xbox kinect? Well, that was played the most only one night but by my nephew, nieces and sister-in-law. We do make use of the screen, though. By that I mean, we have it in the box unopened, and instead of using it, we  enjoy our movies straight on the wall. What? Don't judge... it looks fantastic! On most Saturday nights, we put the kids down and run downstairs to watch a movie.

So much for plans... but hey its there and if we ever get too bored we can just go downstairs and figure out what kind of fun we can have there... (go ahead and think what you want at this point)

Sss..Su-Suh..Summerrrrrrr!

Me thinks Summer is finally here.

I'm really not sure though, as soon as you get used to not wearing a light jacket and dare enjoy fifteen minutes of short sleeves, the wind picks up and shows you who is boss. And then? you freeze to death. Okay, not to death but if I don't give you a bit of dramatic flair, how am I supposed to get your attention?

I've heard the ice cream truck on and off for the past month and half and that is just confusing. Once they start driving around and teasing me with the music they should not be allowed to take days off. That being said, I don't actually go out to buy ice cream. The last thing I need is two little devils angels giving me hell begging looks to get them some of that goodness every single time they hear that magical sound. Basically, I'm training them to not know what the music means... while I suffer in silence o_0

We, by "we" I mean Jeff, got a used swing/slide set for Noah and Natty a few weeks ago but with the wild weather of too hot, kinda too cold, and rain uncertainty they kiddos have enjoyed it only about three times. I can't wait until I can take them out with no worries to tire them out for them to have fun. We are ready for Summer... but not the too hot kind. Can't have it all, I know. But, my solution to both the heat and the ice cream music is to munch on ice (who needs extra calories?) while I'm outside with the kids. And don't worry (mom) the kids have plenty of ice cream, promise.

Weeeeee!
And yes, we had to wear sweaters because of the wind. Boo!

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...