Yeah I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna blog. Mostly I decided to do this because I know a lot of moms that would love some recipes and I'm here to give them. I also decided that this way I could complain or ramble on without having to watch my husbands eyes roll over. Mostly this is for all my friends that originally didn't intend to live this life, but find ourselves here and actually enjoying it.
For starters-I am not a "child person". Never was, probably never will be. I love mine but I've trained them to be tiny versions of Scott and I. When I found out in Jan of 2003 that I was expecting a baby just 7 months after getting married I was not excited. Part of the appeal of Scott was that he shared my "no kids" feeling. I liked kids, sort of. I liked them when they were clean, well kept and at a distance, so needless to say I was a little concerned about how good of a mother I would be. Then Aiden was born, and he was perfection. His little baby head was perfectly round and he rarely cried. He loved to play and cuddle with mommy and I couldn't have been more pleased with my only child (which is what we intended for him to be). When he got to be about 2 we realized that this kid was social. Aiden loved people (a quality he got from his father) and loved being around other kids. One day we decided that we would bite the bullet and give him a sibling. Our 20's were already going to be saturated with "kid stuff" so whats another, right?
Three years after our Aiden was born we added Elliot to our family. She came into this world after the most ridiculously terrible labor and delivery on Earth and she wanted to be noticed. With red hair, blotched pale skin and a scream that would wake Helen Keller she was definitely noticeable. The polar opposite to Aiden (to this day) she gave me a run for my money.
I could not believe I had 2 kids. I liked staying home (and am very grateful that my husbands job allows me to be so lucky) and I loved raising munchkins. I had no intention of ever having more. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever...
Three years after Ellies arrival and one week away from Scott 12th vasectomy appointment (he was chicken) I discovered I was pregnant with Sophie. It was a very quiet day in our home. Very quiet. The pregnancy felt like I was being punished for something. I threw up all day, every day for 9.5 months. In retrospect it was the best diet I was ever on. In Jan of 2010 I was rewarded for my misery with the easiest and most relaxed birth I'd ever experienced. Sophie was a big, beautiful, sweet little girl and even though she was not planned we were very happy with her.
During the last year I have grown a lot. I have given up the thought that I wasn't meant to have children. I think I am just a different kind of kid person. I have different boundaries and I expect different things from my kids. We don't do a lot of baby talk and my kids never listen to the Wiggles on the iPod, but they are happy, funny, respectful kids. Aiden loves art, reading, swimming the freestyle, and knows everything about sharks. Elliot lives to dance, sing, dress up and loves life. Sophie is still pretty hard to read, she's definitely a mamas girl, and she worships her cat. I've been given so much without "wanting" any of it. Its funny that what you think you'd never want nor have ends up being the best part of who you are.
So that's the road I've traveled to get here, and these will be the ramblings of the Accidental Housewife.
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