I remember....

I remember the days when I could leisurely get ready in the morning.  Roll out of bed.  Take a shower.  Do my hair.  Put on make-up.  I remember.

It's so much different now.  I'm jolted out of bed.  I sometimes get a shower first thing in the morning.  I still get to do my hair and make-up, but with the "help" of a little someone underfoot and in my stuff.

A few mornings ago, my alarm went off and was IMMEDIATELY followed by screeching IN MY FACE:

"STABAYEE GOGO!!!!" 

Seriously?! 7am and she is screeching in my face!!  At least she waited until the alarm went off, right?

"Sure, we'll go get some Strawberry yogurt," I tell her as I grab my glasses.

"YAY!!!!" She, again, screeches at her highest volume and highest pitch as she runs out of the room.  Some mornings, I really miss her being in a crib.

Today, Titus decided he was going to take an early nap, so I took the opportunity to take a shower.  Ana was eating strawberry yogurt and watching Strawberry Shortcake (she has an intense obsession with anything strawberry related, right now) and I knew that if she got bored, she'd find me and cause havoc.

Sure enough, I'm almost done, and I hear loud shrieks and giggles followed, "Mommy in shower!"  She tells me this whenever she finds me there.  She then proceeds to take out all my magazines and scatter them about the bathroom floor so she can "read" them.

I finish showering and start doing my hair.  She takes the opportunity to, first clean the magazines up, and then to spill my make-up brushes onto the floor.  Normally, not a big deal.  She likes to pretend to apply make-up, but before I realized it, she's pretending to paint the shower stall door with my blush brush.  Not okay!  There's water on the door!  Now its on my brush!!  "No no no, Ana! We don't paint the door," I tell her as pry the brush out of her hand.  I go back to getting ready.  Hair done.  Now I'm putting on some moisturizer when I feel something on my toe.  She is "painting" what I can only guess is imaginary nail polish on my toes.  *sigh*  I tell her to stop painting Mommy's toes and she does.  She puts all my brushes back into their pouch and puts them back in the drawer (have I ever mentioned that I L-O-V-E the fact that she cleans up her messes rather well?!) and pulls out my deodorant.  No biggie.  She always pretends to put it on.  Luckily she can't open it (yet) so I never worry about it.  I start applying my mascara and I hear a PLUNK followed by a little gasp.  Great.  I look over and see my deodorant floating in the toilet!! I forgot to close it.  Awesome.  She looks sorry, and I know she didn't do it on purpose, so I take it out and just tell her to say "Sorry." I finish my mascara and hear her giddily say, "It water!!" as she begins splashing in the toilet!!

"Ana! We don't play in the toilet! It's icky!"
"Icky!" she repeats.
"Let's wash our hands!"
She shrieks! She loves washing her hands!  So we wash.  And then I figure I'm done.  Too many incidents.  So we depart from the bathroom and all I can do is reminisce on the old days... the days where I could get ready in a leisurely fashion.  Oh well.  One day.  :)

Getting Used to Georgia

4 months ago we arrived in Georgia.

Wow.

There seem to be so many ways that California and Georgia are different!

For one, the way of life is so much slower here!  Sacramento is slower than Los Angeles, San Francisco, and San Diego for sure.  And I'm sure Savannah is "more hopping" than other parts of Georgia (although Atlanta is crazy compared to Savannah) but in general, its slow here.  When people cross in front of you in parking lots, they don't hurry along... they mosey.  When you are in a rush to get out of a store, its inevitable that the cashier will want to be chatty.  I'm not, in any way, saying that this is a bad thing.  I'm sure it'll be refreshing in the long run.  But for this high-strung, neurotic girl... its downright weird and a little unsettling!

Chivalry is not dead.  I've dropped a dozen pacifiers on the ground (well... the kids have).  And in Cali, that meant I had to figure out how to get it, and they always seemed to bounce under the car.  But here, if there is a guy remotely nearby that saw it drop, he'll come over and save me the hassle of trying to decide whether or not the paci is really worth the effort (and with 2 kids using pacifiers, it usually is worth it).  Also, with 2 little ones, someone willing to hold a door open even when I'm not RIGHT BEHIND them, is always a plus!!

The weather is not friendly.  In Sac, its hot one day, cool the next.  In Georgia, its hot one hour and rainy the next.  And don't think that means rainy and cool.  No... its rainy and just as hot.  Which means its becoming more humid.  At least it isn't as humid as in Monterey.  There, it felt like you were standing under misters all the time.  Of course, as soon as we walk outside we instantly feel like we've run a few miles and are hot and sweaty... but its not as humid.  My hair knows.  :)  Its not as frizzy!

There are lots of other things that are different, but those are the more glaring.

We are all doing well, though.  Ana is 2.... in every sense that the age implies.  Titus is 7 months.  Tim likes his job.  And I'm still enjoying my job as a stay-at-home mom. :)  I'll update more.  I promise.  We had to get settled first.

Our new little house

On the plane, moving to Georgia!

Sweet Tea with Papa 

Our 2 little girls love the fact that they have a backyard!

Family walks! (With Strawberry, of course)

Enjoying her new play structure!