Category: Märia’s Moments

Märia’s moments are funny, sad, happy, and some just are. Put them together and what do you get? A mildly entertaining blog.

My Husband Needs Another Wife…Not

I may joke about the fact that my husband needs another wife, so dinner’ll get done and the house’ll get clean. And Steven may have joked to his Dad that Heather was his second wife when she lived with us (and he bought it, that’s the really funny part). But in reality, that’s just not the way it is. With the whole Texas cult thing goin’ on. Well here read this (I’m sure there’s some that are more eloquently stated, but I found this first):

http://thegabblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-record.html

Yeah the whole concept is really gross and I think pedophiles should be killed, literally. If she’s (or he’s) underage, and you’re not, it’s a one-strike-you’re-out kinda thing. I’ve got 2 daughters and I don’t want you anywhere near them.

And those people are not us.

The Epitome of Laziness

3 Years Ago: So when Steven and I heard about the idea of Uncrustables, we were both shocked. Uncrustables are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts taken off and frozen. All you do to eat them is take them out of the freezer, unwrap and enjoy. We said we would never use them, there would never come a time where we couldn’t just grab the bread, peanut butter, jelly and knife and put it together.

Flash Forward to Today: We’re eating Uncrustables for dinner.

I Intend to Live Forever, So Far, So Good

Ok, we just have to make it through the next 2 weeks. It’s going to be tough. Steven got put on extra duty which means he works 13 out of 14 days, crap. But starting April 6 I’ll only work 2 days a week. I had decided to go back to part time a while ago since I am just plain exhausted and Steven and I don’t ever see each other but now I am really glad I am.

I read somewhere a couple of months ago that you can’t do everything. It was written by a mom and it was interesting since I really have been trying to do everything. And then it’s depressing when I don’t make the mark. Women, Mothers in particular, are constantly plagued by unnecessary obligations and guilt, kinda like bad Catholics. I’ve always felt like there’s a list 3 miles long that I want to do and I want to do it all NOW. So redefining goals and priorities is a difficult challenge. I’m not sure which are the most important and which I am capable of doing at the present time.

Seporah to the Rescue

After bathtime, Seporah gets a hooded towel. Now most children I know would let it flap behind them while they run around naked pretending to fly. Not Seporah, she always wants it wrapped super tight. Didn’t quite know why until this morning. This morning she said the hooded towel was a hug.

In other news, I plan to see a movie in theaters November of this year, I plan that all 4 of us will actually see it. Because…
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT,
WE LIKE TO – – MOVE IT!
That’s right, Madagascar is coming out with a sequel: Madagascar, The Crate Escape. Doesn’t that sound exciting.

I Had A Mind Once…Now I Have Children

I was always deathly afraid of turning into one of those moms who never talked about anything else besides their children. Geez woman would you just shut up, they aren’t all that great. Yeah well I turned into one of those moms. It strikes me as weird sometimes when I go to have a conversation and I find myself saying “I know exactly what you mean, yesterday Seporah…Oh and this morning, Felicity did…You would not believe it.” Sometimes I think about having a conversation that does not involve my 2 little angels…and I can’t even think of one thing that ranks up there in importance. I’m told it’s a phase and I’ll grow out of it some time in the next 20 years… But until then, let me tell you what’s happening at my house:

Seporah has started talking in small complete sentences.
Felicity can roll over from her front to back and from her back to front.
Seporah has taken to taking a drink of water and spitting it out, she thinks it is hilarious, we just think it’s gross.
Felicity can touch her toes AND play with toys.
When I wake up in the middle of the night to feed Felicity and Seporah sometimes wakes up, she’ll look at me and Felicity, put her finger to her lips and say SHHHHHH!
Good golly, both of my girls are extreme talkers. It amazes people when I take them out how much they actually talk. I’m scared for the phone bill in 10 years.
When Seporah gets 2 of what she wants, she puts one in each hand, raising them alternately and does a funky dance.
Felicity is still a little carrot top. And neither of the girls really have any hair.
Seporah knows This Little Piggy and she’ll come play it on mine and Steven’s toes.
We started going back to the pool again and Seporah swims all over with her little floaties while Felicity screams for Steven and I to stay still.
Seporah is a little tomboy who we have to fight to wear a dress for church, sometimes she wins and she wears jeans to church.
Oh and the last heights and weights: 30lbs, 37in and 13lbs, 25in. Working on 3/4t and 3/6month clothes.