i totally stand by what i said.

 IT'S A GARAGE SALE!!
***2298 Mayfield***
****(in Saginaw)****
Tell anybody with kids, or anybody in need of kids clothes to head on over- Thurs, Fri, & Sat. 9-5.
Girls sizes infant- 7/8
Boys sizes infant-3T/4T

I'm selling everything for 50 cents each, and there's tons to choose from. If you have any questions, let me know. Thanks for helping me spread the word, yo! xo, amy rae

life is great! i'm addicted to the kids, the 90s radio station on charter, cottage cheese, green tea, mall madness, summer vacation, & windsor pilates. best frickin time of my life!!

promise to not disappear completely.  xo. amy rae

i know that it's best to keep a healthy perspective on things, and to avoid all the dramatic angles, and to pick yourself up and brush off all the crud...
but sometimes, i just want to wallow for a little bit. 
i wish i felt guilty over that.

Okay, cute story: we’re trying desperately to potty train Nathan and alex. There are some kids books on the sink to distract then so that they can pee without thinking it’s coming (this is paul’s idea, which I think is silly), and a jar of individually wrapped lifesavers- treats for big boys! (and me. Hey, I pee too.) so we go over this again and again. “Poop goes in the potty.” It’s my new mantra. I’ve even written a few songs about it: “Noooo poooop, in the tub!” They seem to really really like that one. Anyhow, I’m running their bath water last night so we can take a tubby, and i go upstairs to get them, only to find Alex in The Squat- that identifiable position that clearly points to a rumble down under. So I scoop him up in my arms and cheer, “let’s go do it on the potty!” By the time I make it down the stairs, it’s all over. Blast!!! I was so close. Still, to supply the visual image that paul and I have both been reluctant to provide, I pull his diaper off and make him seal the deal and push it out into the potty. (totally gross, I know, but I’m getting to the cute part.) So there’s poop in our training potty for the very first time, and I try my best to be fake excited, despite the fact that I’m elating over poop. I got all pumped up and called Nathan in to Come See! So here we are- me, Alex, and Nathan- three people oogling a lump of doo in the toilet, having a party- when alex, with no pants mind you, clenches his hands into triumphant fists and throws them in the air squealing, “OH Booooy!”

I have reenacted this Oh Boy, for everyone who will listen, because in his tiny woman voice, it is clearly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He was ecstatic to get his candy, and Nathan was more then eager to try his luck at a turn, but to no avail. It was a small jaded victory, but I’ll take it.

the twins are growing five inches a day, and getting older by the minute. if only some wisdom would come with these leaps and bounds- there's nothing worse then a battle with a two and a half year old who wants to pick out his own clothes, all of which are too small for him. rather then let him wail and go for the quick kill by putting him in my selections, i let him think he's won, and put on t shirts that reveal his chubby tummy, and pants that fall mid-calf. one, it's f*in funny looking, and two, he always comes back 10 minutes later and whines, "tiiiight." amy reigns victorious.

but seriously, i frickin love those kids in ways i utterly did not anticipate. tyler is a genious, nathan is two going on 12, alex is my little woman, and ashley has so much potential that it kills me to see her struggle. love love love