snippets #2

3 Apr

I should be paying bills. But who wants to pay bills on a Monday night? I’d rather drink my cup of decaf and share a few more recent snippets from the Smith homestead.

Store Boughts

I was on the phone the other day with a woman from Alabama. She’s the Order Lady for Old Crow Medicine Show and we were trying to figure out what size sweatshirt I should order, since the sizes tended to run small. The conversation went like this, after me trying to argue her into ordering me a small:

Order Lady: No honey, you do not want a small. I used to be a size 2 also before these Store Boughts and there was no way my God Givens would fit in that small. And I was a tiny thing! You’ve gotta go with a medium.
A: Umm, Store Boughts? You lost me.

Order Lady: ( Chuckle ) That’s what my husband calls em. He was tired of my tiny God Givens and told me he’d get me some Store Boughts for my birthday last year. Now I don’t fit into any of my old clothes! I used to be a size 2 all over, now I’ve got to get teeny tiny pants and big ol tops. It’s more a nuisance than anything.

I didn’t need any further explanation. Got it. Thanks Order Lady. That was more than I bargained for learning in calling to order a simple sweatshirt. She finally gave in and my God Givens ended up fitting perfectly fine into that small.

Try, Try Again

You Long-Time Readers may recall the triathlon attempt of last June, right after finding out I was pregnant with little Levi. Well, the season is upon us again and I just signed up for my next attempt, a Philadelphia womens triathlon, which thankfully isn’t until August, so I have a few months to train. Tomorrow morning I’ll start the insanity by waking up at 5:30am to get to the cycling class that is all too early, but the only time a mom of two can get to the gym. It will take a small miracle to get me out of bed that early after all these night feedings Levi is still enjoying, but hopefully he’ll be phasing those out soon as he hits 3 months in a few weeks. Here’s to not getting pregnant before this triathlon!! Keep those fingers crossed.

The Boys…

…have been total delights these past few days. Brighton is warming up to his little brother and now loves to hold him and kiss his fuzzy head. He pats his belly when he cries saying “S’okay. S’okay.” as he’s heard us do a hundred times. Everyone told me I’d get my sweet boy back, but I swear I didn’t believe them in the chaos of those first few weeks. I’m glad he’s returned.

A goofy grin from the little nut.

Today we made a duck-tape road across our carpet which provided a few hours of entertainment, as B would scream “Zoooom. CRASH!” racing the cars up and down, smashing them into each other and sending them flying off the “road”. Yep, I think I’m going to heartily enjoy being a mom of boys. Maybe we’ll add another one or two down the road. Waaay down the road.