Egg on my face

This past Saturday, we did the unthinkable. We double booked ourselves at two events across town from each other. With two toddlers. Actually, we were double booked beyond our control. We had an BBQ for Papabear's current job and a dessert night for our former ministry job. So, at 5pm, we were at a westside house, having a pool party and BBQ. It was great to reconnect with the summer staff and enjoy a meal together, but 6:45pm came really fast and we jumped into the van to head back to the eastside for our dessert night. Papabear got a work call on his cell as we began the trip, so I was driving, he was talking and the girls were safely strapped into their car seats, playing. So we thought. I vaguely heard Pookie saying something about Bear and a egg, but just dismissed it as random talking. She said it again and I again thought she was talking about a toy egg. Then Pookie yelled, "She is squishing the eggs!". I flipped on the interior lights to see a grinning Bear with an egg in each hand, crushing the oh so real egg to bits. In her car seat. All over herself. Why did I have real eggs in the car? It's a good question. The simple answer is that I'm a youth pastor and often random things are left in my van with0ut me realizing it. The eggs had been left on the floor of the van in a basket. Pookie had snagged the basket with her toes and pulled it up to the seat between the car seats. Bear grabbed the carton of eggs and proceeded to test the durability of eggshells. Papabear is still talking to work, despite my death glares at him, so I pulled over and grabbed as many wipes to clean up Bear. Pookie was laughing like a maniac, saying "I told you she had eggs!!"



The thing is, I really couldn't get mad at either of them. Pookie had told me that Bear had eggs, I just didn't believe her. And Bear? It was just the thing a two year old would do. Plus, what kind of mama leaves eggs in her van for curious kids to play with?



We made it to our dessert night a little late (and eggy). We enjoyed seeing how the ministry we helped start 10 years ago, is doing now, and we had some great dessert. Toddlers and all.

Introducing Pookie and Bear

Pookie is my firstborn. The one I practise on. In the early years, everyone said she looked like her dad, except for the fact that she has dark eyes and hair like me. She is goreous! Of course, now anyone who looks at Bear realizes that she is a mini-daddy and Pookie looks just like me. Whatever.



Pookie is 4. However, she can instantly rewind to 2 (complete with temper tantrums) or fast forward to 14 (complete with eye rolling and "Whatever Mom!") Pookie loves Dora and Disney Princesses, beautiful dresses and doing her hair. Pookie is the perfect example of nature vs nurture. I don't think I ever played with dolls, care less about my hair (to this day) and don't like to wear dresses. However, Pookie is all girl. And it's pretty cool. Pookie is an extrovert like PapaBear. If she stays at home with us too long, it's never pretty. The best thing is to get her out in a crowd. She is an angel in public and a terror at home. And I'm pretty sure she is addicted to TV. All that said, Pookie is a great mix of fire and ice, she is too smart for us and I think she knows it!



Bear is our second born, she just turned 2. She has a crazy mass of curls and striking green eyes that she gets from her grandmothers. People literally stop to comment on her hair constantly. It is pretty entertaining since PapaBear shaves his head bald and I have short black hair. Bear is our touchy feeling kid. She is also a complete introvert like her mamabear. Touch is the one thing that grounds Bear and makes her able to handle everything. She has got her daddy's grin, which she flashes all the time to get her out of trouble. She is at a fun age where everything is exciting.



Pookie and Bear are pretty cool. They can drive each other crazy and then turn around and play like angels. Papabear and I are positive that we are in a world of trouble in a few years. Life with these two will never be boring.

Why blog???

I've debated for quite a while whether or not to blog. I wondered at my motivation...to vent? to amuse? to entertain? to be cool? Ultimately to came down to this: I think it would be fun. If folks read it, great. If not, that's fine too. So here I go.

I'm a 30 something mom, wife, friend, daughter, sister and pastor. For the most part, I'm spending the bulk of my time with my two daughters, Pookie and Bear. They are four and two. And yes, I am using pseudonyms. And yes, they are weird. And no, I don't care. I may or may not post pictures of them, they are awfully cute. However, I do think not everyone needs to know their names. The Internet is fun and amusing, but also dark and scary and I don't want to suddenly find my kids' pictures somewhere else. (anyone else read about the Flickr stealing thing?) Anyways...

This blog is really for my thoughts and ramblings on motherhood. I'm sure at times you will wonder if I actually do like being a mother. (for the record, yes i do.) I love my kids fiercely, but they can also drive me straight to CrazyTown!

In the end, I'm just making it up as I go along!