So Long, Summer

Even though I hate the heat and it makes me cranky I did have a very successful summer in terms of making memories or the boys. We did two family vacations with the little shits. One with my family in Western NY and the second with hub’s parents, when they visited from Germany, near Lake Michigan (Michigan side.) 

Gone are the days of actual vacations where I used to lay on a hammock, read a whole book, and sleep in. We have now come into this very different time in our lives where we now wake up early, chase mini drunk versions of ourselves, and fall asleep early because it’s exhausting watching your kids in a place that isn’t baby-proof!! 

So a little glimpse back into the fiery hot days of summer as we start dusting off our favorite comfy sweaters. Another season over and on to the next one!

My family vacation in western NY 🙂  We rented this adorable little cottage right on a lake. My parents, my brother and his wife and two boys joined us! House full of love! 

Our vacation lake house with the German in-laws! This was an hour from our house but was nice to unplug! 

It’s just a trip nowadays not a vacation. I decided I can’t go into this expecting that I’ll  actually get a day off. That’s just unrealistic! But I did consider it as good memories for the boys and that made all the difference! 

Cheers, Summer!! Now give me cozy sweaters, pumpkin everything, and warm fires! xoxoxoxo 

A Weekend Without Worry

My parents came to visit this past week (hence the radio silence from me! oops!) I was just busy trying to soak it all up and not waste a single second with them since I believe this may be the last time I see them until later into next year. Crazy that I lived in Germany, a 9 hour flight away and now I’m a 9 hour drive away. At this rate I feel like I’ll never get back “home.”

Nonetheless, the help was great and having my parents here really just made the world seem a little bit easier to deal with! Extra hands…you know all that…lad-dee-da. I realize I have an actual issue when it comes to just letting someone else help or take over. Not that I’m a helicopter mom because I am not in the slightest…but I am literally doing EVERY.THING. alone. I have no family here. The “friends” I met who said they would come around suddenly didn’t. And the husband works all day. So, it is me 100% of the time and letting even someone I love and trust like my mom take over a feeding, I found myself somewhat hovering because I wanted to make sure it was done like I do it. Does that make me a complete jerk? But then I finally let loose and did my best to let everyone do their thing!


We had a good but very short weekend with them. They got in Friday night and left early Monday morning. So a little over 48 hours and it was all over. WAH.

As soon as my mom came in she went straight for the babies (I was in the middle of bath time chaos) and she just scooped up a baby and my heart literally melted into pieces. It was like I got a glimpse of how she was with me as a baby. And seeing your parents be so sweet to your own children…it’s like your heart and feelings come full circle.


Whoa…got a little misty eyed on that last bit. Continuing on!

Trying to keep things jolly and festive we decided to go to a cider mill one afternoon and you all know that going anywhere with twins is not only a spectacle but a damn nuisance! I’m not sure why I talk myself into doing this stuff but I did. We got there and it was line after line just to get some dry ass donuts and cider. LAWD…I had no strength for the thousands of people there.


Oh and strollers (especially our massive double stroller) were not allowed in any of the buildings. Lame-o. So, we were constantly trying to finagle that one person stay outside with the babies in the cold wind and everyone else can go in to the different buildings to wait in stupid long ass lines for nothing spectacular. Yeah…I’m angry.  Try and get two babies out of a stroller, park it, and carry them around in crowds of thousands of annoying people. Negative.

Anyways, this morning they said their goodbyes and my heart hurt as I waved to my mom (and she waved back) until they were down the street and turned the corner. I miss her. I miss them. DRASTICALLY. Funny how the second I moved out I’ve been wanting nothing but to move back in since!


So, I’m sitting here drowning my sorrows in a glass of good old Scotch…and about to watch the movie, “Girl On The Train.”

Cheers, friends!!