A Visit With My Dallas Girls

First I have to say, shame on me for not taking more pictures!

Oh well. Next time, right?

I've got a few friends (good friends) on Twitter, who live off to the East of us, over in the Dallas area. These girls have always been the very best at keyboard conversation, and even offered to drive all the way out here to watch my kids for me while I gave birth. Seriously, they're awesome.

They didn't end up coming out for Evelyn's birth, we found a babysitter to watch the babies in time, but they did decide to come out just for the heck of it anyways. So as things with our new family of 5 settled, they made plans to road trip from there to here, and while I was so anxious I think I lost five pounds in pure sweat- it was awesome.




This is Lauren and Angel.
Or, @laurenacarlton, and @angelxedge, for anyone with Twitter.

I got a twitter message from Lauren about 10 minutes before they got to my house- reminding me to put pants on.

I scrambled.
You mean, I can't just wear my husbands over sized PT shirt? Why not?

I tried to squeeze myself into real jeans, but it just wasn't happening. I went with a plain maternity outfit. I never got around to blow drying my hair (messy curls all over the place), and makeup never made it from the brush to my face.

They got introduced to the real me.

Well, mostly.
Because I was wearing pants, after all.
And the real me, usually walks around half naked. Either pantsless or topless.
Who has time for clothes? Really.

Oh, and of course they both showed up dolled to the max.



This is Avery.
Lauren's daughter.

I liked her, because she liked my cookies.

And Charlie liked her too...



Ok well maybe he was a little bit afraid of her at first (he buried his crying face in my chest for the first half hour), but he warmed up to her.

And if you can't tell from the picture. She wears the pants in the relationship.



We made popcorn!

Oh, you can't tell that thats popcorn?

Yeah I know.
Way to go, camera.

Hold on...



See, we made popcorn!

And Lauren kept dropping it down the front of her.
Which always happens to me.
So I think we connected through cleavage.



Mmmm, popcorn with no salt or butter.

Wait, no- thats gross.

The kids didn't want anything on it, so I made it plain.

Actually, the only kid that can really respond to "what do you want on your popcorn?", was Eleanore, who somehow didn't make it into a single picture.

So she got her way, and we basically ate crunchy air.



Say Vegan cheeeeeeeeeeeeese!

Did I mention that both girls are vegan?

YES! Somebody to bake for!!!

I made both gluten free vegan thin mint, and pumpkin spice cookies.
But they barely ate any.
So they either hated them, or they didn't want to pig out in front of me.

But I know for sure that Avery liked them, so that makes me happy.



Eleanore fell head over heels for Angel. She was constantly in her face, non stop talking, and I think at one point sitting in her lap telling her that she loved her.

And I think it had to have been because of this...



A zombie Hello Kitty tattoo.
Yes.

After a good long and exhausting 5 hour visit, the gals hit the road and headed back home, leaving behind a great big bag full of the cutest newborn clothes for Evelyn, and on accident- a bag of dried banana chips.

It was fun.
It was worth putting pants on for.

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No but really ...this is Eleanore.

My 4 year old.
Shes got more personality in her pinkie finger, than I've got in my entire existence.



Sometimes I'm completely overwhelmed and exhausted by how much she can put out when it comes to attitude. If shes this much of a handful now, what will she be like when shes a teenager?

Ok ok, don't get ahead of yourself, Tia.
You've still got about 10 years to prepare yourself for it.

*Stay still, live in the moment.
*Embrace the fight over flushing the toilet.
*Fall in love with the ridiculous lies that she tells to stay out of trouble.
*Sink yourself in the messes that she makes.

You'll miss it when its gone.
You know you will.



Besides- just look at that face.
That nerdy little girly silly face.

If it wasn't for her wearing them, you'd never know she was my child.
She looks just like her Daddy. Nothing like me.

I couldn't possibly stay mad at her for anything, while shes wearing those. Not even wetting the bed, rolling around in it, coming down the stairs soaked in urine, to the point of curly hair, and then keeping the truth from me until I sat down on pee sheets 4 hours later. I did have to take away her Hello Kitty bedset for the lie, though.

You look good in Mama's thick rims, kid.