Keeping it real

-

You know those days when...

You wake up so early in the morning that your right eye is sealed shut, likely from the mascara you didn't take off from the night before, and

You pour your darling baby some apple juice into her sippy cup only to realize that the apple juice smells strangely like ale and looks frothy like beer, so you narrowly avoid helping your 15 month old get her drink on, and

It's 12:01 p.m. and you are still in your pajamas because you've spent the whole morning wrapping presents, organizing presents, and figuring out how you're going to get all the presents and the baby in and out of the post office, and you're sorely tempted to never get out of your pajamas again but then the people from "What Not To Wear" just might stop you on the street and then the shame, oh the shame, and


Your fabulous photographer sister is in Hawaii for five weeks and you forgot to order Christmas cards from her before she left, even though you made a special trip to Utah for a photo shoot for the cards that you probably now won't send, unless you just give up and get a bunch of 4x6s printed at Target, and


In all the mayhem you realize that your baby girl is sporting an unusual snowflake cut-out pattern all over her brand new shirt because the scissors you left out from wrapping the aforementioned presents were just a little too tempting for her to pass up...then
...you know what makes you so totally awesome.


It's supposed to be the craziest week of the year, guys. Here's hoping we all survive it.

Comments

Anne said…
There's usually at least one day a week when I don't brush my teeth. Sorry about the snowflake shirt.
December 15, 2009 at 2:49 PM
. said…
Hah! Actually, I do think you're totally awesome. Here's hoping this busy week passes quickly!
December 15, 2009 at 8:24 PM
Steffani said…
Hillarious! But please, just send your Christmas cards for the new year. I look so forward to getting them! Are their two LLs in hillarious or is it hilarious? I don't know, Miss English teacher. Miss you! Steff
December 15, 2009 at 8:26 PM
Camille said…
haaaaaaaaaaaaaa I just loveed this, and love that pic of missy pants doin' her thang right there. Make sure you put that one in your christmas cards. I am sorry you had a bad day but I bet despite it all you still looked freakin' good in all your loveliness as a woman and mother... and I'd love to see that snowflake shirt!!
December 15, 2009 at 9:58 PM
Anaise said…
Ha ha ha! Yup! That's keeping it real, all right.

Enjoy the wondrous variety of your days!
December 16, 2009 at 7:46 AM
Jen said…
Oh, Liz, I can imagine all of this. I laughed out loud and I can't believe Lillian can work scissors. Awesome. And you are more than totally awesome, you are amazing!!!!!!
December 18, 2009 at 3:15 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Liz and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad...

-
Today was Stake Conference. Trent was part of the program, and the Stake Center is 30 minutes away. We hustled out the door at 9 a.m. and made it in time (I thought) to get the soft cushy seats up front for great view for Trent's oboe performance and some good old nurturing of the Good Word. Then I remembered that we have a 14 month old. I remembered that perhaps it would not be wise to have that 14 month old bouncing up and down, crawling over and under, and screaming (because she's in that screaming phase, that one where she likes to exercise her voice at high and progressively louder pitches for no reason other than she seems to like the sound). As I hustled in toward the front of the chapel I remembered that it wouldn't be the best spot for us. Somehow, going to the back made me feel sad. Maybe because I knew that our days of sitting on the cushy chairs were over. But our friends were sitting in the back with their four children. I brightened at that thought and moved t...
Read more

For Thad

-
Image
On our second date, Trent took me home to meet his family. We walked in the front door and found his mom in the kitchen, busily attending to Trent's younger brother, Thad. To that point in my life, I was wholly unexperienced with physically and mentally disabled people. Upon my first meeting of Thad, who has been handicapped since birth, I felt a little uncomfortable. I didn't want to stare; I didn't know how not to stare; I didn't know how to react. Then I paused, and watched how all of Trent's family interacted around Thad. They rubbed his head, they kissed his cheek, they talked to him about where they were going and how they were feeling, they told him that they loved him. Their total acceptance and adoration of Thad made it possible for others to feel comfortable, too. And so, within a few moments of meeting Thad, I relaxed. *** In the long years leading up to meeting and marrying Trent, I was given a lot of promises about my future spouse by means of pri...
Read more

Facebook is for extroverts (and other observations of an introvert)

-
Image
Classic moment with my husband, the extrovert. Let me tell you a little secret: I am an introvert. Does that surprise you? It surprised me, too. I discovered this little nugget of extremely salient information one day when I was 47 weeks pregnant and Trent invited a family over for Sunday dinner and I burst into tears. Follow the line of logic here from an extrovert's (TRENT) point of view: Liz is pregnant. She is sick of being pregnant. She needs to get her mind off of that. I will give her the GIFT of a lot of people here at the house playing games and laughing. We will enjoy their company. This will totally re-energize her. This will be great. Now follow the line of logic from an introvert's (LIZ) point of view:  If there are all those people at the house I will have to entertain them. I will feel totally drained of any energy I have left since right now I don't have the energy to even smile. All I want to do is talk to Trent about the baby or read...
Read more