Guess what? I’m D-listed! Yeeeessssss! High fives all around. And as if that wasn’t enough excitement for a Tuesday afternoon, I’m also joining in on their blog hop. If you keep up with me, you know of my recent new-found love of the blog hop. Clickity click if YOU wanna join in on the fun:
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So for those that are popping over from the par-tay, welcome to my world. <----- Side note: It’s weird to say that phrase without a condescending tone in my voice since I use it on DH so often.
I’m Nic. I’m 27, a Capricorn, and I enjoy long walks on the beach. Wait. Wrong introduction. I’ll do a Twitter-esque intro instead. The last few years in 140 characters or less:
Girl meets boy. Boy knocks up girl. Girl needs insurance, marries boy. Girl has girl. Boy knocks up girl again. Girl has boy.
Romantic, huh? Don’t get me wrong, we were planning on getting married anyways, but I like the above version better. Makes me seem edgy, even as I sit here and type this in my baby food splattered shirt. On February 24th, 2008, we had our daughter, known as Nut around these parts. A 7 lb, 3 oz red-headed ball of fire, she hasn’t stopped making life interesting since. Let me just say, hell hath no fury like a red-headed 2 year old. When she was 9 months old, I got pregnant again and on August 23rd, 2009, our son, aka Bug, came screaming into the world. He hasn’t stopped screaming since. Nor has he slept.
On top of the two kids in 18 months thing, I also babysit a 3 and 1 year old. I know what you’re thinking – and you’re right. I’m nucking futs. And so I blog to get through it all – the Terrible 2’s, the naptime destruction, a milk allergy, the not-by-my-choice co-sleeping, the tantrums, the fighting, the over excessive pooing, and the fact that my infant is not only Nocturnal, but also a stalker. I curse (once or twice or twelve at my kids), I yell, and I consider beating my head against the wall. But I don’t. Because at the end of the day, I love them. And I also love laughing at myself. So sit back and enjoy the ride - but please fasten your seatbelt. It’s a hellava ride around here.
Our Christmas card photo from last year. This pretty much sums it up: