I'm no good at this...

Coming up with creative titles that is.  My dear friends whose blogs I read always have such good titles and fun stories and I just feel like I can't find a creative title to save my life.  Perhaps I am just too hard on myself and people don't really care what I title my blog....

Probably.

Anywho, life around these parts is pretty awesome.  James took Friday off of work, just cause he didn't want to get up in the morning (and then two minutes later Thomas woke up and he had to get up anyway, lol) but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  We got to go to the park, and play all day, and I got to clean my house without holding a 3 month old and constantly craning my neck to check on my two year old who gets suspiciously quiet from time to time. Yes, that is my exciting thing, cleaning my house. What can I say, I'm a homemaker through and through (my friend Brittany would have undoubtedly had a much funnier way of saying that, and for that, I think I need to spend more time hanging out with her and her two adorable kids...) Anyhow, I feel like we are finally getting a good rhythm, I have a schedule of what part of the house gets cleaned on what days, and when the kids get bathed, and what time of day we do reading time, and singing time ect.  Lorelai still likes to have little fits of annoyance when I sit down to read to Thomas (for some reason she has decided she has to have me holding her and standing while trying to read to Thomas... it's kind of like a circus act, because Thomas wants to turn the pages and point out letters and pictures, I have mad skills) Speaking of my adorable kids, want an update? I'm sure you do, I'm sure you sit around all day thinking "What is going on with Amanda's kids?" No? Oh, well okay, too bad for you. You're going to get one anyway (I realize as I sit here that I keep saying you, and acting as though I am talking to a specific person, does that in any way qualify as me talking to myself, like, digitally... food for thought) Thomas is way too much fun, and way to freakin' smart. He figures everything out, even if I am trying my best to keep him from doing so. He remembers where I hide things, and days later will go get them to play with them. The dang nerf guns I got James for Christmas last year have become the bane of my existence. Thomas figured out how to load and shoot them.  The big problem is, he doesn't think he can do it himself, and acts like he needs my help.  So instead of him playing quietly by himself for a little while, he chases me around and asks for help.  He has found them 5 different times when I have tried to hide them... Hopefully the back of our closet behind our Christmas decorations will last for a while... Hopefully.  Lorelai is such a little observer. She always wants to watch everything, and gets mad if she can't.  She loves to look at toys, all of them. But just look, she's not into touching them. I worried that maybe she couldn't get them or something, but when I try to clean her nose or wipe her face she can sure grab my hand with uncanny accuracy... So I'm thinking she just doesn't want to hold the toys...
We are watching  "Operation Dumbo Drop" so I gotta go before I miss the good part ;)

He did it!

James is officially in the police academy!  I may have said this before, but now everything is done.  We got the email about financial aid just yesterday and bought his uniform last week.  It's all done and he starts on September 11 (which I find oddly fitting that he will begin his training in law enforcement on a day with such an intense history)  I must admit I have very mixed feelings about this. I am so excited for him to get to learn and train, he's really interested in criminal justice, and this is important for that.  Basically any job in law enforcement wants you to have gone through POST (peace officer standards training) and he'll get to learn cool stuff like how to breach a house, and take down a suspect ect.  It will be great, because once it's over he'll finally be able to get a job in his chosen field which we have tried for but failed because he hadn't gone through POST.  But, (big but) on the other hand I am really sad and nervous. He will work from 8-5 and then go to school from 5:30-9:30 M-F and then Sat will be POST from 8-4.  I won't see him at all during the day, and neither will Thomas and Lorelai (mostly Thomas) from September to November and then March to July (it's a very odd time block of classes)  I have no idea how I'm going to deal with this.... James and I do everything possible together. He goes grocery shopping with me, anytime I have an errand I wait for him to be home so we can all go together.  He watches the kids so I can shower, and occasionally nap, or do my hair (which is even more rare). Basically the only way I stay sane with 2 small children is having James around and looking forward to that time in the day that he'll be here and I can have 5 minutes of quiet time, or ask someone else to change yet another dirty diaper (2 kids produce an insane amount of diapers. If we want to help the environment, figure out a way to turn baby poop into a resource, trust me, you'll make millions)  And honestly, I just don't know how my sanity will hold up... So if by Christmas you see me muttering to myself and looking generally insane, you'll know why :)

Thomas gives mommy a heart attack

So I went to the bathroom this morning (nothing strange about that) I had laid Lorelai in her swing and Thomas was munching on some crackers, so I felt safe enough to leave them for a few minutes.  Well, Thomas came into me and said "Lorelai, gone" and I said the baby is in her swing and he said "No see" (love that 2 year old grammar) and I said "Lorelai is not in her swing, she's gone?" and he said "Yes" So I rush out to the living room, wondering where on earth my baby could be (isn't that part of a Pearl Jam song?) and my heart is pounding, and she's there. In her swing. Just like I said.  And Thomas looks at her and says "OH! BABY!"  and continues eating his crackers.  It sure seems that my children like to scare me...