12 Weeks Today

Happy twelve weeks to our miracle babies...

Zzzzz...

I'm afraid to say we're set in a 'routine,' because every time I do something changes. BUT, the past week the babies have been sleeping well during the night. They have only gotten up once or twice each which has given me a LOT more rest. Now if I can only get them to nap at the same time...

Maxwell ~ Ella

Mr. and Mrs. Kasmar

Last weekend we were back to Santa Barbara again. On Saturday my cousin Trevor married his beautiful bride Bethany. Their day was perfect and it was clear that they were meant to be. It was so fun seeing family and the babies did great. The only bummer was that Lindsay got married on the same day so we missed her wedding (I want to see pictures too Sarah!).

*Most of the pictures for the wedding slide show courtesy of Uncle Steve...our brilliant family photographer

Nostolgia

My friend Lindsay. Just her name floods me with wonderful memories of awkward teenager years. With Lindsay and Bethany I remember:

Bad haircuts
Thrift stores
NOFX
Trips to Santa Barbara
Doc Martens
Hume Lake
Hudsons Grill
Camouflage anything
Bad hair dye
The Big Fam
Skyway Drive-In
40 oz. of Old English
Boyfriends with mohawks
Shower caps
The bowling alley
Colored plastic hair clips
My So-Called Life (the best TV show ever made)
Bands I was never allowed to see at 'The Compound'
An old blue Honda
A new life...Beautiful Sophie...


The memories are endless. Years have gone by and we've lost touch but I recently celebrated with Lindsay at her bachelorette party. I don't know if it's motherhood, hormones, or just age but I feel nostalgic and a great fondness for my past. Tomorrow Lindsay gets married and I am overwhelmed with happiness for her. Here's to a beautiful life together Lindsay, Craig and Sophie!

Congratulations Lindsay Jean~

What's my age again?

I've recently noticed that sometimes I think I'm still 20.

Example #1: Shopping. Any time I go to a store I head to the juniors department. Ummm, there's a reason it's called juniors. I recently saw a young teenager wearing the same shirt I tried on at Target. Oh...that's how it's supposed to look.



Example #2: The other day I said to my Mom, "I think I'd like to join a Mom's group, but I'm not sure. I want to meet other young Moms and I'm afraid I'll show up and it'll be a bunch of old ladies." As soon as I said that it struck me that although I'm not old, a young Mom would be a 19 year old girl. What if the 19 year old shows up to the group and thinks that I'm the old Mom still trying to wear juniors clothes. Hmmm.



Example #3. THE MOST EMBARRASSING EXAMPLE YET. Right before I got pregnant I went out for drinks and dancing in SLO with my stepson Michael. We were having SO much fun. I looked up and saw girls dancing up in the D.J. booth. 'Ohhhh goodie!' I thought to myself! I'll go up there to request a song and dance. I make my way through the crowd laughing and dancing as Fergie blares over the speakers. I start to climb the ladder to the booth and this big guy taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and prepare to tell him NO, I am not interested. I am married and enjoying a night out with my son. But before I can shut him down, the bouncer shakes his head tells me that I can't go up there. What? Why? I look up at the girls again. Clearly they either have fake IDs or they have just turned 21. Their halter tops and low rise jeans reek of sex appeal as they bust music video dance moves. The bouncer doesn't say anything, he just shakes his head again. Oh. Oh no. OH MY GOSH. I can't go up there because only hot young girls get to dance in the D.J. booth. HOW. EMBARRASSING. I look down at my cuffed jeans and white GAP tank top. My outfit is suddenly dorky and lame in this swanky bar. I make my way back to Michael (who is dressed unbelievably cool by the way) and tell him what happened. He laughs so hard that I start laughing too. After all, I am a step mom. Step moms really shouldn't be dancing in the D.J. booth.

So I'm thinking I don't have to dress in long khaki skirts, but it may be time for me to realize that I'm not 20. And I am a Mom.

It's about time.

Dancing Queen

Little Maegann graduates from high school in less than a month. Time truly does fly. While writing this I realize that I started this blog over a year ago. How much has changed in a year! Maegann will be starting at the junior college and Michael is moving to L.A. to start an internship. Maegann went to her senior prom this weekend with her friend A.J. But first, a few pics from the past...

Sophomore prom

Junior prom

And now...senior prom

Is it just me or does the girl look like a bronzed goddess?

Us

Her Dad's #1 girl

Ooops...sideways post

A.J. and Meg

I love you Maegann Elizabeth~

Mid Week Gettaway

Nana and Papa needed some work done on their home so Mike offered to do it. It worked out great for us as we enjoyed two nights in Santa Barbara at their hotel, The Castillo Inn. It was great to spend time with family and it was good to get away.

Nana swooning over Ella

Studly-I mean Mike, fixing cracks in the wall

Maxwell and Ella snoozing in Nana and Papas backyard while we enjoyed the view

Uncle Spencer and Max

A shot during our tour of Channel Islands Surfboards, where Spencer works glassing boards

Ella being adorable

Hangin' with Dad

Reluctant Models

Both babies were flashing insanely adorable smiles at me so I ran to grab the camera. The minute I opened the lens they put on their aloof/annoyed looks. I even poured on my over the top baby voice. Still, nothing. My reluctant models.

They had their two month Doctor visit and...
Chubbylicious Maxwell weighed in at 9 13 oz.
Ms. Ella 8 6 oz.

Mike said that these weights are almost identical to what Michael and Maegann were born at. Crazy.

"Enough already"

Old Friends

When Mike and I got married I had guests from high school and from college. At our wedding, these worlds collided and new friendships were formed. I spent Saturday at Dave and Kathy's wedding with the best of both worlds. Both sets of friends were there-and they are all friends. Mike and the babies stayed home and I had my first night out alone. I had such a good time...even if I spent most of the night talking about the babies. It was great to be out with friends and have me time.

Miss you old friends~

APU Buddies

Chris, Steve, and Scotty

St. Joe Crew

Zachary and Sarah
They had me laughing so hard it hurt playing 'Remember When?'

Somehow I have no pictures of the bride and groom