Wiggly party


We took the mochis to see the Wiggles in concert yesterday.  It was unbelievably awesome!  What an absolutely great show.  The Nokia theater holds 7,100, I think, and it looked as though the venue was sold out.  Sam Wiggle did a great job as a Greg replacement.  I had my doubts, but I was pleasantly surprised.  Big Mochi had the best time dancing and jumping and singing.  Baby Mochi was fascinated for the first 4 minutes, then decided that munching on chips and popcorn and drinking water from a straw was a much better way to pass the time.  She did dance and jump for a bit, but for the most part, she was watching the big screen tvs and eating.  If she could have found a way to dive into the popcorn bucket, she totally would’ve.  Big Mochi made a friend and the two danced in the aisles for the 2nd half of the show.  By the end, she was sweating and was all flushed with red cheeks.  The best was when they turned the lights down and had everyone hold up their cell phones and blinking toys to illuminate the place while they sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  Oh, and they added a giant disco ball so there were more stars floating around.  Even G thought it was a great show, and that’s saying a lot since he’s difficult to impress.

This has nothing to do with my post, but since I bought new sneakers yesterday, I wanted to add another thing to add to my list of things to tell my kids. 

2) There is a correct way to tie your shoelaces.  You thread from the inside out.  I guess you don’t HAVE to, but my job is to make your life as simple and hassle-free as possible so you can concentrate on more important things. 

You’d think it would be common sense, yet there are so many times where I’ve tried on new shoes and I’ve had to relace them because they’ve been laced dumb.

7 ounces in between

I remember giving birth both times.  Someone put this naked baby on my chest and I stared down and the three words that sang out loud and clear in my head were, “Big.  So big.”  She was an 8 pound baby born 3 days after her “scheduled” due date (and I got all my stretch marks on those last 3 days, thanks).  She had a full head of hair and her eyes were wide open for hours looking around and blinking at everyone and licking her lips looking for food.  You heard me; she was born hungry.  She had hairy ears and furry shoulders and a blue butt and honked like a goose for the first few weeks of her life.  She was heavy and floppy and even though I had been pushing for the past hour, I kind of didn’t get that this was My New Baby.  Even a few months later, I would still look at her and couldn’t quite comprehend the fact that I was a mommy. 

The second time around, I knew more or less what to expect.  This time my epidural went much better and I actually didn’t get sick afterwords or have any issues.  Not me, anyway.  She did, but she pulled through just fine.  She came out within a few minutes, it seemed, also with a full head of hair and a blue butt, but my first thoughts were, “Not as big…”  She was born 7 pounds 9 ounces, and let me tell you, those 7 ounces sure made a huge difference between the 2 sisters.  She seemed so tiny and fragile.  Even though I was induced early that morning, she held out until after midnight to come out on her dad’s 34th birthday.

If you do the math, her Sweet 16 is her dad’s 50th birthday.  THAT will be one huge party!

After my first mochi was born, I started thinking about all the things I’d like to pass on to my kids.  Some motherly advice that might help them to grow into respectful adults.  I will start here and add my thoughts daily and compile them until they’re old enough to understand. 

1) I have a motto that I strive to live by when conflicts arise: Take a step back.  Ask yourself, “In 5 years, who’s gonna care?”  If the answer is YOU, then do something about it.  Otherwise, let it go.  There are more important things to worry about.


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