Ahhh, there's nothing like a good, unplanned yet graceful slide down the stairs at 5:00 in the morning to get you going.  Let me paint the picture for you......
Lying in bed and Owen wakes for an early breakfast while Ava is bouncing around on the pillows repeatedly stating "I woke up, I woke up!" Later followed by "I have to pee mommy!"  I tell Ava, "Let's go downstairs because I have to make your brother a bottle anyway." So here we go.....
(do not worry, no children were hurt in this incident)

Ava gets a head start down the stairs, holding the railing like she has been instructed because I don't want her falling, rolling or tumbling down the stairs. I should follow my own instructions sometimes.....
So, as I am trying to walk beside her I can feel myself start to loose my footing. Owen in my arms and Ava now at the landing. Now, we have a split staircase in our lovely townhome. So, this was not a fall, slide, what ever you would classify it as, down a long staircase, only about a good 10 steps. I am not even sure how this happened and I can not recall the entire thing because the only thought in my mind is to protect defenseless and innocent Owen in my arms. So as I am trying to grab anything with my right hand (the railing is on the left, the arm Owen is in) before I know it, I am at the bottom of the staircase trying to figure out what the hell just happened.  Owen starts crying, he apparently just had the bouncing ride of his life and did not enjoy it. So here I am with a crying baby in my arms, a toddler standing at the landing repeatedly saying "mommy, I sorry, mommy, I sorry."  For what, I do not know, this was no fault of hers. And my husband yelling from our bedroom "What in the heck just happened, are you OK?" I don't think I even answered because I was still trying to figure out if my legs were going to work and why my pants were wet.  Yes, embarrassing as this is, I think this entire incident jolted the pee out of me. Sean rushes down the stairs and I think he is surprised to find me sitting at the bottom of the staircase. I don't think he really knew what to do at this moment. I raise Owen up to him so I can gather myself up of the floor and get Ava to the potty and apparently myself there also.
If I wasn't awake before, I should definitely be awake now, one would think that anyway.  I find myself in the kitchen walking in a circle, trying to assess myself and saying to Sean, "I am going to have a huge bruise on my entire left side" followed by "I think I have a rug burn on my right elbow and the top of my foot." Owen is screaming his head off in the  background probably pissed because his breakfast is now delayed and diaper is wet. And Ava repeatedly asking me for marshmallows. Me, in my confused state and priorities all mixed up, Ava gets a green bowl of marshmallows at 5:05AM.  Breakfast of champions. The milk she is drinking will counteract the sugar rush, right?  Oh well.
Now, my day begins.  I am sitting on the couch feeding Owen.  Ava is sitting on the living room floor finishing her marshmallows and then proceeds to retrieve her alphabet books and dump them on the floor followed by the pillows from the love seat.  She then reaches for her xylophone stating "I want my vylophone" (her pronunciation). Yes, that is just what I need at now 5:15 AM, my toddler banging on her metal xylophone. I take no hesitation in telling her "No! It is way too early in the morning for that!"  Ear drums saved, amateur band of one postponed, for now. Let the day continue, hopefully it can only get better!

*Sigh* There is nothing like a delicious cup of coffee and a quiet house early in the morning until my little monster wakes from sleeping.

 So, this weekend was somewhat calm and relaxed until I had the bright idea to load my children in the car and venture to the craft store for some crafting supplies for my new sewing hobby.  Huge mistake.  Trying to keep a toddler in the shopping cart, quiet and happy is a challenge. Needless to say, Ava was running around the store picking up and touching just about anything that was at her eye level stating "I need this".  No, my sweet girl, you don't need styrofoam cones and circles or 3 boxes of play dough.  It was somewhat relieving to me that a fellow shopper, a woman with 3 girls, was having the same issue except her children were a bit older than Ava.  So I thought silently to myself, "great, it doesn't get easier taking kids to the store especially when soon enough I will have 2 that will be mobile, running around telling me they need random, miscellaneous item." Fantastic, can't wait for that.

Today marks my new work out regimen.  I am starting the Couch to 5K excerise program.  Seeing how I haven't really done much over the last year and half due to ACL surgery and pregnancy, I think I will be proactive and start icing my body down now.  Too bad I don't have any tequila on hand, a shot of that after working out will heal my body and soul.  This is obviously a joke, the shot thing not the working out thing.  I feel that if I post this and make it public knowledge, a friend or stranger out in cyber world will be my motivation and perhaps my conscious to keep me focused. I am determined and dedicated to fitting into my jeans again without the aid of Spanx smoothing me out.

Today I have decided to try out this blog thing.  We will see how far or how long this lasts. I decided to blog because I feel the need for a connection to the "outside world" beyond the mommy world.  A little about me.....

At the moment I am unemployed and seem to have extra time on my hands so why not start a blog? I sometimes have a lot to say and feel that others should enjoy the craziness that incorporates my life at times. I told my husband I am going to start a blog and call it Homemade Chaos. His response to this: "it's not that bad around here."  My response to him: "you are not home all day!" So here we are.  We have two beautful children. Our spunky and sassy toddler, Ava and our newborn Owen.

I love a lot of things. I love playing with our toddler, Ava, and watch her grow and explore the simple world in which she lives. I love snuggling with our little Owen, well not so little, but I love to snuggle.  I love  to cook, eat, bake, eat, attempt crafts (which I feel I am improving), drink coffee. I couldn't live without coffee, I do have an addiction to it. And don't forget the wine! I love wine and beer and margaritas and sangria and.....well I won't go on.  I don't have a problem though, this is just for recreation.

My latest activity is attempting to learn how to use a sewing machine.  I feel that it is my motherly duty to know how to use a sewing machine.  People say "practice makes perfect", so in my spare time, and apperently I have a lot of it even with a toddler and newborn, I will get this sewing thing down pat. I have a feeling that my husband may think I am a little nuts at times with all these different ideas and creations I have lined up but what keeps me happy, keeps him happy. Perhaps I will post some of my new creations at some point. Once I figure this blog thing out.