I just wanted to practice writing that. This last year flew. In fact, the last 6 1/2 years have flown. I no longer think of those parents who tell you how fast their kids grew up as crazy. At the rate I feel like time is passing now I'll be a grandma in about three years. Strangely, I still feel like I'm playing house sometimes. But there's no denying I'm getting older. I had to check a box for the third oldest demographic the other day. And don't get me started about how I felt when I went to Charlotte Russe to buy my first and only ever pair of skinny jeans (they are solely for the purpose of having more clothes to wear with my boots)--definitely the oldest person in a 3 store radius. Ooh! But later, a shoe store salesman who had to scoot by me said, "Excuse me, honey." And while my feminist side probably should have been offended, I was so happy not to be called "ma'am" I probably made an idiot of myself beaming.
Okay, my rant is over. 2009 was a pretty good year, I got to have 2 children in school (for part of the year anyway) and everyone slept through the night. Chad started his own practice and I snuck money out of our stretched budget for a little decorating here and there.
But for 2010 I'm going to work on my mom skills. I got into a bit of a rut in 2009. A lot of my proactiveness ceased--okay, ALL of my proactiveness ceased. As my kids got older a lot of their antics lost their cuteness and I had a hard time laughing and spent more time being annoyed, frustrated, and avoiding them whenever possible.
So here's to a change in 2010. I'm going to try to spend less time on the computer perusing furniture and more time enjoying my kids. In all their fiestyness. And I will learn to like it. Or they may spend part of their adult lives in therapy.
Santa gave the girls a playscape this year--but he forgot to put it together... So Chad recruited two 17 year-olds from church and pitched in himself a little on the last day. The slope of the yard made things a bit difficult. Especially when they're all swinging at the same time :), but the girls love it! And I love that they have a reason to go in the back yard. But I don't love the grass and dirt they track in. 
We finished off the holidays with Chad's fireworks extravaganza. Next year I'm hooking up my iPod so that we have music to go along with the grand finale. The girls' hair is already missing Grandma...
