And Doggone it...

It might be a painting, but this is what I look like at this time of night.

To whom it may concern,


I know this is probably tacky and inappropriate, but I'm having one of those weeks (which, if I gave you the details for, you would sit down and eat this box of caramel filled chocolate covered toffee dusted marshmallows with me- yeah, you read that right).

I'm nominating myself.

Why?  Why would I do that?

Because I'm freakin' awesome, that's why.  Because I have weeks like THIS week, and instead of eating the whole box of super-fancy chocolate by myself, I go online and find a way to give myself a nice big pat on the back.

But aside from that.

I'm a mother of multiples- my twin girls are exactly one month shy of their second birthday.  And those terribles started early with one of them.

I'm awesome because I'm a cancer survivor, but my own almost laughable cancer story (which mostly occurred while I was pregnant, I might add) is absolutely NOTHING compared to the ongoing fight of my husband's- he was diagnosed with a very aggressive and advanced form of brain cancer the day after we got engaged.

I'm amazing because even with a family situation in that kind of stress and occasional uncertainty, BOTH of us decided to return to college.  Him to get a master's degree (when the going gets tough, the tough go to grad school) and me to finally finish my BA.  And so (and this is a big part of my bad week) I find myself in my last (and 13th) year of college, taking care of all the typical stay-at-home mommy battles of toilet training, fussy eating, and unbeatable mess monsters, advocating for my husband's health care, AND finding little ways of keeping myself feeling pretty darn good about how I'm doing as an individual with their own needs.  (See?  This email is an example.)

In addition to all of that, I am pretty darn cool because I manage to walk a really delicate line between my family and my in-laws, when *some* members of my family are VERY SERIOUS about the problem of me marring a Christian, and *some* of my in-laws are VERY SERIOUS about the problem of my husband marrying a Jew.  (What do you get when a Lutheran and a Jew have babies?  Jewtherans!)

I am deserving of recognition because I work my ass off every day trying to be the best mother, friend, wife, housekeeper (ha!), nutritionist, student, and blogger that I can be.  And in all fairness, I manage to at least three of those things well on any giving day.  Which is nothing to sneeze at.

I should be a Mom of the Month because my blog is great, and I love it.

At the very least, I deserve another box of these amazing marshmallows.

If one writes in order to essentially look themselves clearly in the mirror, this is me looking myself over and saying, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people like me!"

Thank you very much for your time and your considerations.  I'm sure that after reviewing the facts, crossing my references, and noting how particularly adorable my children are, you will have no choice but to agree with my arguments.  I totally deserve a pat on the back.

All the best,
Lea
aka Becoming SuperMommy








Who says the person I say something nice to today can't be me?

Daily Dose of Adorable

It just doesn't get old.  :)


Other favorite recent moments of babbling coherently include...

• DD galloping down the hall towards me calling out, "Gimme a hug!  Gimme a hug!"
• SI resting her head on my lap, looking up, and clearly saying, "Hello!"
• Sniffing the air tentatively and asking, "Did somebody poop?"  To which DD responded, "Debbah poo!"  "Did SI poo?"  "No, Debbah poo!"  And she was right.
• SI pulling all the little house books off the shelf, bringing them to me in a gigantic heap, and demanding, "Read books!"
• Both children gleefully pulling my clothing OUT of the drawers and placingthem carefully in the laundry basket, "helping" mommy with the household chores, while chanting, "Laundry!  Laundry!  Laundry!"
• Learning from one tiny nibble exactly what cake is, and spending the next two days running into the kitchen saying, "Cake please!"
• DD looking like a super cute caricature of a toddler when she says, "Please!"  She puts her hands together next to her chin and bats her eyelashes.  Who taught her that?
• SI standing next to me, holding up her tiny little fingers and saying, "Hold hands!"  Every time we walk down the hall.
• DD laughing and shouting, "Cartoons!  Cartoons!" as we leave the breakfast table.
• SI approaching anyone at random, announcing, "Lizards eat bugs," and sticking her tongue out as though she's slurping up some ants.

...that's all.  :)

Mmm... cake batter!