V-day Outfits

These are the outfits I made the girls... that they never got to wear. My mom wanted pictures anyways, so here ya go. :)

Snow

Sophie got a snowsuit from her Grandma Tina for Christmas; we put it to use yesterday. Denny went out to shovel the driveway, so I bundled Sophie up and sent her out too. She's pretty pro at helping with her shovel.

At one point her boot fell off, then Denny buried her shovel somewhere. (we have yet to find it)


Being sick (and the only one still sick... harrumph), you'd think I would have stayed inside. NOPE! I had to get some pictures, it was a need.

Once Denny finished the driveway, he came and flopped on the porch. Sophie made herself a snowman. Doesn't she look like a giant pink marshmallow? I LOVE IT!

Beaner

It would appear that I'm more Mexican than I thought. I realized this last, when Denny admitted that he was probably the one who got us sick. My first thought was, Stab him... stab him now!

• It makes me giggle when the whites speak Spanish. You all sound ridiculous.
• I'm not afraid of being stabbed/kidnapped/raped when visiting Mexico. (my husband's list of reasons not to go)
• I drank water there, nothing happened. You big babies.
• Fresh lemon makes any food better.
• I see no problem with stuffing a van full of people.
• I sometimes speak louder than necessary, especially around my mom. Her family pretty much shouts at one another.
• Just because I'm home, doesn't mean I don't work. I won't do everything.This isn't the 50's.
• I get offended when referred to as "white." I may only be half, but I'm Hispanic. Do not call my babies white either, I'll punch you.
• My kids will always hear Spanish at home, even if it's just a few words. Sophie already has her colors and numbers down.
• My girls will have Quinceañeras. Sweet Sixteens are for losers.
• I actually like my family.
• If I see something awesome on the side of the road, I will stop to get it.
• I've caught myself saying, "why you crying?"
• I don't go near water at night, La Llorona will get me.
• I often wish Denny spoke Spanish, so that I could make fun of people with him.
• I get cravings for beans and rice.
• Who needs forks/spoons when you have tortillas? Our first time eating at a Mexican restaurant, Denny just stared at me, as I ate my entire meal with my tortillas.
• Lotería kicks Bingo's ass.
• My kids run around in diapers/undies in the summer. They are little kids. Stop being a perv.
  
• Denny has informed me that I sometimes speak like my mom. Ch = Sh. Choes, chower, chut up. You get the idea.
• I have every intention of yelling at kids that make my babies sad.
  

I'm sure there are lots of other things.

Sick

Since becoming a mother, my body and I came to an agreement - I do not get sick. It simply isn't an option. I have children to take care of, things to clean, and other housewife whatnot.

My body is a jerk.

I stayed up until about 1 AM on Sunday morning, sewing the girls' Valentine's outfits. A few hours later, Sophie crawled into our bed. Her skin was on fire.

I woke up with a headache. That night I felt like I was going to die. At least with labor you get a break in between contractions, the headache went on for hours.

After going to bed about 9:30 on Sunday, I couldn't sleep with the pain and freezing. I stumbled back downstairs and asked Denny for Tylenol. He says I looked insane, I think he exaggerates. He dragged me into the bathroom and stuck me in a cold shower, cruel no? I suppose I was just that hot, the water felt like ice.

No one slept well that night.

My Valentine's Day was spent on our couch. Denny ordered Olive Garden and we watched movies. Romantical. :) Our date will just have to be rescheduled for a day when I can swallow my own spit without it hurting.

He had flowers delivered to me on Friday. When Sophie stole my chocolates, he went out and got her some flowers too. (pictures to come)

Sophie and I still feel like poop. Hopefully Mya stays healthy.

6 weeks

On the last post, my sister-in-law mentioned how similar the girls looked. So I went searching through old pictures of Sophie.

Both these pictures were taken at 6 weeks.