Life's a Trip

Ringing in the new year right.

2010-12-31T17:59:00.000-08:00

I don't make resolutions, EVER. But I do make goals to work on. I make goals that I know are accomplish-able. I've thought long and hard about this years goals and here they are. This is my big reveal. I have really enjoyed 2010. It's been great and I've come away learning so much. Another chapter in my life closed and on to the next. I was reading a blog, and after some hard times in their life they deleted all their posts and and are starting over. So sad. It doesn't matter how good or bad life is, it's life. You can't just delete it. It just a chapter in your life and that's it. It happens and you move on, painful reminders or not you can't change the past. the future is yours to shape and not control. Two very different things. I guess I just don't understand it. It's like cutting people out of pictures. You see where they were and you see yourself, but you always have the memories. Good and bad all you can do is learn. Life is completely out of anyone's control. We all grasp so badly at trying to be the driver, but because of all the people we allow to be a part of our lives and our lack of being able to have a remote control for them all, we just get to surrender and embrace teh chaos that we call life.

This year I may not accomplish anything, and I'd be out of my mind to try and think I can control what's going on around me. So this year I'm making goals that I can constantly work on. I'm printing a few of these up and I'm putting them where they will be a reminder of the things I can work on within my own self. I'm sharing them on this blog because I love to share.

Goals of 2011 (a work in progress)

Be a better all-around person.

Be kinder, nicer, more caring, healthier, more organized. Care more about the important people around us. Be nicer to Aaron, Rowdy and Colt. Be close to Aaron, don't let any of that 7-year itch stuff creep into our home. Don’t always say “no” Be a fun Mom, enjoy their childhood it’s the only one they’ve got. Make healthy decisions, get outside more. Not so much soda, or fast food. Have the house in Order, get everything a place. De-junk, and simplify.

Be money Smart.

If I don’t need it or I’m not going to use it don’t buy it. Save, not spend. Be practical. The more money in the bank the more I get to play with….House, yard, deck, horses, atv.

Early to bed, early to rise.

Get sleep you need it, start your day early, and you’ll get to make the most of your hours. Hello Hygiene. Keep your smile pretty. Keep yourself smelling nice and your face washed. It feels good to feel fresh.

Be Productive.

Pick 1 project and work on it till it’s finished. Have your home ready for unannounced drop-by’s. Play with your kids, don’t waste time. It’s all you’ve got. Don’t start what you can’t finish. Limit computer time, and save tv time for after the kids are in bed.

Got Church?

Continue to say family prayer, have consistent scripture study, do a journal, 100% visiting teaching. Take my callings serious. Be a better teacher. Be a good example. Get better at temple attendance, and personal prayer.

And all is right with the world.

2010-12-18T21:31:00.000-08:00

The hubster pulled off a miracle and walked into my bedroom this morning at 4:30 a.m.

WA-HOOOOOO!!!!!!

I love that man and he really does make everything right with the world, and now my Christmas stress is decreasing by the minute.

I can make my neighbor gifts and I don't have to haul my kiddos out to deliver them, I can just send him.

Time. Saved.

I can have wrapping marathons while we watch all his dvr'd shows.

He's doing bathtime while I sit on my duff for a moment and blog.

I'm not sure what it is, but LIFE. IS GOOD. when the hubster is home.

However I know it won't last, so I gotta enjoy it while he's here!

BONUS: He made it to the ward party AND the friend Christmas party.

Love it!!

The mom and the dad.

2010-12-17T20:12:00.000-08:00

This month which happens to be an especially stressful month for mom just so happens to be stressful for me.

I'm a mom.

The hubster is a dad.

And he is very good dad.

However he has to be away and that is out of everyones control.

And while he is away I have to be the mom and the dad.

On top of all the added sucky Christmas stress.

I have to haul the wood, and shovel and plow the snow, and do the heavy lifting and repairs that dads do. I have to decide when my kids need to buck up and make that call that dads usually do. I have to decide what will and won't be tolerated as far as what boys (little men) can get away with.

I also have to be the mom and do dinners, cleaning, hygiene, and feelings, and tender moments, and all that moms do. I have to pick up my kids when they are broken after falling or their feeling are hurt. I have to teach them their manners which is all day every day.

And I can do it because it has to be done.

But boy wouldn't I give anything for a super hero to come in and rescue me.

I live here, and that is where my life is. Somedays I feel like anyone who wants to be a part of my life they need to step up and come here, where my life is. Is that realistic? Not really because I'm the one who moved away from my family and some very good friends.

But sometimes I just want to pull a freakin' Kate Gosselin and whine and cry that I'm tired and I'm done.

Because it's hard enough to be the mom.....

not to mention being the dad as well.

That's all.

The ever-strong optimist.

2010-12-15T20:32:00.000-08:00

Or at least trying.

I really do enjoy seeing the good in things and people. I love believing that everybody has a bit of good in them. I live in a place and my lifes circumstances are just so that I get to see a lot of people and I can only hope people see me as a good person.

You know those little act of kindness?

Some call them random acts of kindness. R.O.A.K.

Welp, I've go this neighbor, who has walked my dogs with her for the last few days and she is nothing but a God-send! Thank you Ann.

I've got this Uncle Phil who put a snow plow on his truck and came to dig me out of our most recent snow storm, I didn't call him, but I must have just been on his mind.
Thank you Phil.

I have this most incredible friend who helps me more than any other person on the planet, she takes my kids WHENEVER I need a break. Or for any reason. Thank you Devin.

I have this amazing hubster who is away and has been for a while, but he calls me to chat and sends me pictures and texts to show me he cares and is thinking about me. Thank you hubster.

I love the good, especially when life is life and its happening right before your very eyes.

That's all.

2010-11-17T16:42:00.000-08:00

I've been sitting herr for a while now.

I've typed three different posts, and deleted them all.

I feel like I have lots to say and I just don't have the ambition to say it.

That's all.

Not that long ago.

2010-10-27T22:49:00.001-07:00

Not to long ago, in not to far away place, there was a mommy who had 2 little boys, who went to bed and they woke up two little creatures.

They tore the house apart and they ran their mommy ragged.

They ate all day and fought when it was time to sleep.

They made messes in every room in the house.

The two little creatures gobbled up their mommy and spit her out.

And she was exhausted.

The End.

A long long long time ago.

2010-10-26T16:26:00.000-07:00

A long long long long long time ago, there was a dragon, and a dragoness.

They were not just your ordinary dragon and dragoness, they were cool.

They would go to movies and they would go to Applebee's and eat at the bar every single Friday night. They had a waiter that new them by name. The dragon got to go hunting, and spitting fire whenever he wanted to. And he had a really nice dragon sled, that was really clean.

The dragoness would do her make-up and fit into small jeans and do her hair just about every day. She would go shopping and she was surrent on all things cool in the land. They went to concerts and cultural events and took off from their cave whenever they wanted. They even slept in whenever they wanted to.

Their cave was always clean and they always had clean dragon wings in their closet and they never had stains.

Then all of a sudden the dragoness had two little dragon-lings. One right after the other.

It was quite a surprise!

The dragon and the dragoness had to quit going to all those concerts and cultural events. And the waiter at Applebee's bar eventually forgot their names. Their cave was covered in the dragon-lings things. And the dragon's sled got stains in the leather interior, and he could no longer go hunting and spitting whenever he wanted to because he had to help take care of the two little dragon-lings. And the dragoness no longer got to shower on a regular basis and she couldn't fit into her smaller jeans and she was lucky to wear make-up once a week to church. She had stains on her once nice clothes, and she knew nursery rhymes instead of the latest songs on the radio. They got no sleep for a very long time, and then because they were the adults they could no longer sleep in. The dragon and dragoness couldn't leave their cave anytime they wanted to because they wanted their two little dragonlings to have a proper bedtime and dinnertime. They also wanted to spend their time with each other as a happy little dragon family.

And you know what?

They soon forgot about all that stuff that was so cool and those small jeans that had no stains. And they preferred to stay home with the two little dragon-lings. They had to schedule their time away from the cave and get a dragon watcher to come wrastle the two little dragon-lings. They didn't remember the nice lavish lifestyle they lived that seemed like so long ago. They enjoyed the two little dragon-lings one right after the other.

And they were happy.

Very. Happy.

Sad but true.

2010-10-26T08:38:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a girl who had another amazing girl to do her hair.

And she had amazing hair.

Then all of a sudden, the girl found out she had to move away to Wyoming.

And the girl who did her hair so great found out she had to move half way across the country.

The girl didn't look forward to going to the salon so much anymore.

And her hair was never the same.

The End.

Once upon a time.

2010-10-25T18:49:00.000-07:00

I told this one to them when I woke up nearly five inches of snow.

Once upon a time the was a prince who married a princess and he decided he wanted to be the snow king.

He moved the queen who was the princess to the coldest state in the nation, where she would always hate the wintertime.

Then when he would come home from his far away journeys, and he would be the hero because he would build warm fires and shovel the snow and continue to be the snow king.

And the queen lived grumpily ever after.

The End.

Fairy Tales.

2010-10-24T23:13:00.001-07:00

I tell my boys fairy tales.

They aren't the fairy tales that anyone has ever heard of before.

And since they love stories and attention I get to make every day regular stories into fairytales that my boys LOVE.

This week I think I'll share those fairytales with you as I share them with my boys, It'll give you insght into the way my brain works, or it'll help you decide just how strange I really am.

Lessons in Mommyhood.

2010-10-22T15:17:00.000-07:00

Today I learned that when my child was throwing an outrageous tantrum on our way into the library for story time that when I tell him we are going to leave and go home I better back up my threat.

How's that for a run-on sentance.

We were headed into the library and Rowdy had on a hat and wanted a different hat, then I got that one for him but he wanted a different on.

Why the hell do I have so many hats in my car? I know right.

Well I was getting pretty fed up. So was he.

He started his ultimate tantrum right by the door. Some old dude was watching me handle the situation without so much grace. I don't negotiate with toddlers, I'm the parent and the boss.

I told Rowdy if he didn't stop then we were going home.
He. Didn't. Stop.

We went home, he sobbed the whole way. It felt satisfactory, and it felt horrible, because he loves reading time so much.

However, he's been an angel ever since.

SOmetimes mommyhood sucks, because I needed to get out of the house as much as he did and I really didn't get to get out of the house.

Of course I was bummed but it's so so important for me to not be afraid of my children and let them know whats acceptable and not.

After all I'm the mom, not the cool aunt, or the best buddy. I'm the mom and I take my roll seriously.

The End.

Book Club.

2010-10-21T08:20:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my online book club!

Well, more like my book review since I don't have aclub and I've already read these books. I'm just sharing my opinion.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

Thie book is definatley and adult book. Not for anyone under the age of 17 or maybe not for anyone who is not yet in college.

The first 50-ish pages were history and background and slow, it took a while to get through. After that the charachter development was awesome and sped up, it never did slow down, all the way to the end.

This book says a lot of curse words and has some very mature adult situations throughout. Not for the easily offended.

I had to put more effort into the first of this book than any other novel I usually read. But by the time I was done reading the book my investment was worth my time.

The Girl Who Played With Fire.

This book was so unlike the first, I already knew the charachters and since they had been so well developed in the first book, this book took off running. The entire book was intense and had mature situations, but not as hard core graphic as the first novel. However the language was pretty consistent and very present.

It was such a goooooood story.

So much better than the first.

I never got bored with the story it was good because the plot was constantly getting thicker and the suspense was super driving.

Can't wait to read the third, I'm starting it tonight.

These book club post will be something I've decided I'll keep doing for a while.

7 o'clock.

2010-10-21T06:26:00.000-07:00

I'm so used to my own children who never get up earlier than 9 on a bad day.

That when I remembered I offered to watch my friends kids this morning at 7am, as they were knocking on my door. I was let's say asleep. I rarely have to get up at seven because well....it's just not necassary in my house.

I threw on my night shirt and hurried to the door since the dogs were barking and there's nothing worse than the thought of having four kids up at seven.

Yikes.

I'm especially tired since I stayed up till one finishing the book I've been reading.

I'm not sure how I used to get up at 5am no less than five days a week.

Needless to say 7 is not my favorite time of day.

Probably shouldn't have done that.

2010-10-20T21:34:00.000-07:00

I ate six mini cupcakes in one sitting tonight while I sat on my duff in front of the tv.

So much for the no carbonation thing I'm trying.

I guess I'm just over loading with carbs.

Big. Fail.

Confessions

2010-10-20T11:54:00.000-07:00

-I'm addicted to tv.

-Spending way to much time on facebook is usually a common occurence for me.

-I don't like perfect blogs that are only about perfect kids and perfect hubsters and perfect homes.

-I get into, like really into just about every book I read.

-A fresh coat of toenail polish does a lot for my psyche.

-I'm going on day 5 of my no-carbonation whatever. It's not a diet, it's just no carbonation.

-I've had an ipod for two years and I just learned how to use it. I spent $30 in one day on itunes. Oops.

-My dog Tally, sleeps on my bed. Every. Single. Night.

-Some things about motherhood are not natural for me. I have to try really hard to be very patient.

-I'm getting better but I'm pretty sure Rowdy will be on Dr. Phil when he's older, since he's my first baby and don't we make most our mistakes on the first baby....Right?

-I blow my nose in the shower. You should try it if you haven't

-I really need to finish SO MANY half finished projects, either that or stop thinking of new projects.

Busy work.

2010-10-14T23:00:00.000-07:00

Yuck.

The hubster is hunting, which is good for his soul.

And Wyoming hunting is good for his mind.

He. Loves It.

I on the other hand am at home, I have one "dragn-dinsore" costume to make, and one Max costume to finish.

Call me crazy but I always feel slightly sad for the kids with store bought costumes. I guess it was because my mom was pretty top notch when it came halloween and we never got cheap pre-fab, mass produced costumes. Pictures will come later.

I also need to juice a bunch of grapes that I've got.

And I have a quilt top that has been nagging me.

I guess I just need to get my hind end in gear and make it happen.

Wish me luck.

Tally

2010-10-12T08:59:00.001-07:00

She has earned my respect.

Rowdy loves playing "cowboy" which means he likes to rope, and nothing is spared when it comes to his roping. Tally is no exception. She has a rope around her neck all day long. And when she is tired of walking with Rowdy she just stops walking and she gets drug till she decides to be a sport.

She goes in and sleeps on his bed till he is asleep, then she'll come on our bed and be the hubster's foot warmer for the rest of the night.

Dewey likes to lay down on her belly and rub the soft fur on her chest. He'll fall asleep with her every once in a while and it just about brings me to tears.

The hubster is under her spell, she'll be in his lap and he'l have been rubbing her ears or back for an hour before he even notices she's there.

And as for me, I can't lie, I'm pretty sure I love her the most. She is my best girl. She comes in the bathroom when I shower for a little steam facial. She is my shadow all day long.

The other day Rowdy was talking to her, and he whispered " I love you so much" Tear.

Then he and I were talking, and he said she was his dog.

The weird part is I was I felt a bit defensive, like I wanted to tell him she's my dog. But I'm sure Dewey feels like she's his dog, and the hubster probably feels like she's his dog, because her loyalty really is to him. Even though he'll never admit it.

She's always been good with my kids even when they were babies, and she just gets better. She's so patient and I really do think she's more than a dog.

She. is. family.

I've been shot!

2010-10-11T10:23:00.000-07:00

Maybe an exaggeration.

Yeah, but I did get hurt.

The hubster and I went shooting with a bunch of our friends, two of whom are city cops. So we went to the officer range, which was awesome, it is private and we had it all to ourselves.

One of our "cop-per" friends was shooting at metal target, and my girlfriends and I were standing about twelve feet from him just chatting.

He shot one of his guns and I got hit in the chest!

It stung and burned and hurt like no ones business! I was writhing in pain and holind my chest. I actually screamed out loud and I'm sure I did some sort of chicken dance infront of everybody. But I don't really care.

It. hurt. bad.

According to the hubster who is all into ballistics, he's decided I was either hit with shrapnel from the metal he was shooting or a bullet fragment.

I was most definately not hit with brass.

Now I have a big half-dollar size bruise on my right boob.

This is an entirely new experience for me.

Ouch.

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Some things I love about my boys.

2010-10-09T23:24:00.000-07:00

They have no prejudice, they simply have honesty.

They wear the way they feel on their sleeves, you always know what you are going to get.

Simple things make their day.

They are staarting to play so cute with each other.

They are each others safety.

They have a comradery (?) that neither the hubster nor I are a part of.

They are natural animal lovers.

They are sweet in such a way that can't be described they love to love, and they love to be loved. We snuggle, kiss, hug, and cuddle. They love to be built up with little confidence boosters.

They have the sweetest smile on the planet.

They are mine.

Snow?

2010-10-08T07:57:00.000-07:00

Today I woke up to a nice blanket of snow covering everything.

What?!

Really let's just hold off on the now till after Halloween.

Yesterday I was tearing through the house looking like a mad woman.

I couldn't find Dewey.

Scary.

Well, I looked outside searched all the usual places, went out to the garage.

No. Baby. Dewey. Anywhere.

I finally asked Rowdy if he'd seen Dewey,

"Uumm, he's sweeping"

Hahaha! I did just put him down for nap like a half hour ago.

I need a break? I think so.

And p.s. My hair is faiding from dark black to not so dark black. I'm really hoping by Sunday I won't look so much like one of those greek grandmothers with their jet black hair.

Here I am... This is me.

2010-10-06T14:37:00.000-07:00

Wow!!

Is anyone still out there?

Does anyone still blog anymore?

Is Facebook taking over the blogging world?

I'm feeling mighty opinionated today.

Rowdy fell off my friends deck today like a 7 foot fall.

He also used my phone to be his pretend pocket knife and butt-dialed said friend several times. She heard all the goings-ons of my house.

oops!

We just got done being sick.

It was the stomach bug from Hell!

I loved conference weekend.

Wyoming feels like home more and more.

02/25/10

2010-02-24T10:04:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow, I don't know if I will be blogging. I think I might be preoccupied.

I'm starting to get some nerves as well.

Pretty sure I'll have pictures and a really thorough update Friday or Saturday.

Who know, if tomorrow has no kinks I might even be here tomorrow.

But for now, all I can say is don't be dissapointed if there is no new reading material for a couple days.

Remember my baby in your prayers. If you pray.

I've got issues.

2010-02-24T07:43:00.000-08:00

Whenever I know there is a lot on my plate, it's like I turn into this slow-poke sloth.

I literally stop moving, or move in super slow motion.

I have a ton to do and little time to do it in.

And yet I sit.

I sit comfortably with no desire to get up and going.

Why?

I'm just not sure.

Whirl wind.

2010-02-23T08:04:00.000-08:00

K.

This week is crazy busy.

Let me give you a run down.

Monday: Well child check up for Rowdy + pre-op physical + pre-registration at the hospital + drive time = exhausted.

Tuesday: Swimming lessons, grocery shopping, LAUNDRY, bathe Tip, she's getting fixed tomorrow, clean so I'm less stressed.

Wednesday: Tip to the Vet by 8 am, last minute prep for being preoccupied for the rest of the week. Rowdy can't have anything to eat or drinnk after 10 pm. Yikes!

Thursday: Rowdy to the hospital @ 6:15 am. Colt to an unspecified sitter before then. Chaos and recovery for the rest of the day. Make sure one of my E-Town friends collects Tip from the vet.

Friday: Rowdy back in O-Town for a post-op appointment at 9:55 am.

Saturday: Rest and regroup.

Wow. I'm exhausted just writing all of that down. I'm really hoping that I can get all of the little things done, there is so much more than just what's on this list. But I'm jsut hoping I stay sane. I also am hoping that I don't cry....call me, make me laugh. Life is good but not always perfect, and this week I feel like I am living by everyone elses schedule. Good thing there is always next week.

Mystery Man???

2010-02-22T09:00:00.000-08:00

DO you ever have something show up or happen and you are just baffled?

When I emptied out my CF card I was looking through my pictures and I saw this man.

I've never seen this man in my life.

What is he doing and why are his pictures in my camera?

I was so weirded out. I don't even know where the background is.

I told the hubster there was some strange pictures in our camera....Turns out he's just some character that he works with and that is the shop the hubster works at.

Whew! Glad someone knows this mystery man.

Things I'm loving right now.

2010-02-21T09:00:00.000-08:00

Do you have favorites? Casue I sure do.

Marie Callendar's is having one of their pie sales, and I just love all their pies. Maybe to much.

I love the novel "Edgar Sawtell" My mom lent it to ma and I started it and it's a must read. I'm not finished so don't spoil the ending.

I have two boys that are in Diapers and I live 80+ miles from a Target. But I make the drive with an empty trunk just for these diapers, because they are so stinkin' cheap. And really why pay extra money for something you just throw away. I've checked all the usual places and they really are the cheapest. $13.98 a case! What a steal.

I love Lysol Antibacterial Kitchen cleaner. My counter tops smell so nice and this cleaner doesn't leave any streaks or film!

My sister uses this yeast and She convinced me to buy some even though I've never made anything with yeast that's been successful. I just made beignets and they were a success. This must be the scret weapon.

My sister also has my family happily addicted to "bummy mook" as Rowdy would call it. We started drinking it at her house when we would visit and now we are all hopelessly and happily addicted.

The hubster gave me this lotion for Christmas and in the bottle I don't love the smell, but on my skin it's so nice and yummy. I know it's lotion, but when I smell it the only word to describe it is "Vintage" Loving it on my skin every day.

Today.

2010-02-20T09:00:00.000-08:00

Today is my birthday.

I'm turning 26.

I'm four years from thiry. I feel like I'm growing old.

In 26 years I've accomplished a lot.

Let me share some 26 things you may or may not have known about me.

1. I have attended SLCC, Weber State University, and OATC.

2. I eat Raspberries one pint at a time.

3. I prefer waxing to shaving. EVERYWHERE.

4. I worked on a ranch and instead of coming straight home I lived all over the Heber area in my car for about 6 days.

5. I sing along to Miley Cyrus songs.

6. Sometimes I feel like checking the hubster and myself out of society and becoming a wild mountain family.

7. LOST is the only t.v. show I am obsessed with.

8. My mental health needs to be kissed by the sun.

9. Facebook is more addicting than anything. I think.

10. I had prenatal depression, and someday I'd like to write a memoir about it.

11. I'd totally name my next baby Marmaduke. I love that name. The hubster tells me I'm insane.

12. I think about the future when the hubster will take the kids on a scout-outing or a hunting trip and it will just be me alone to my house, and I smile almost annoyingly big.

13. I could talk to my sisters on the phone for hours....The best part is, I tell them pretty much everything. They've got blackmail.

14. I'm usually late.

15. Hairspray is also knwon as a protective coating on the counter tops in my master bathroom.

16. I laugh at potty humor.

17. The more I get to know my Mother-in-Law, the more I start to really have an appreciation for her.

18. I cry when I'm mad, and I hate that.

19. I'm biased but I think my nieces are so prettiest little girls I know.

20. I opend my mouth and my mom falls out, an almost a daily basis.

21. Hairspray is pointless in Wyoming.

22. I'm a Coldpay Freakazoid.

23. I don't shop in stores. I'm a catalog and on-line shopper.

24. Living away from restaraunts has made me learn how to cook all kinds of dinners.

25. I've considers being all Organic, but I do love me some pesticides and preservatives.

26. Nope, I'm not pregnant.

When I turn thirty who knows what you'll get.

Waste of time.

2010-02-19T09:00:00.001-08:00

I only have 24 hours in my day.

I waste most of them doing the following:

Blogging/checking and reading others blogs.

facebook.

Laundry.

Writing lists.

Driving.

Talking on the phone.

Crafting of some sort.

Cooking/clean-up.

Changing diapers......so many diapers.

Reasoning with a two-year-old.

Well they aren't all a waste of time, but it is the way I spend my time. How do you spend yours?

Boogie-Face!

2010-02-19T09:00:00.000-08:00

Dewy has boogies On his face and I took the picture anyway.

Ya wanna make something of it?

One of many.

2010-02-18T09:35:00.000-08:00

There is a reality that comes with motherhood. It's not always glorious, and sometimes you long for some serenity.

It really is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

Gosh it must have been about a month or so ago.

I wasn't able to shower. It was a hard month, I cried a lot, and I laughed a lot
to keep myself from crying.

Rowdy was helping to intitiate me into being a mom of a toddler and he did it all within about a two week period.

I came out of the shower and this is what I found.

I took a few pictures.

Sent Rowdy to his bedroom.

Sent myself to my bedroom, so nobody would get hurt.

Pretty sure I cried.....Really hard.

Emerged from my bedroom and vaccuumed up this mess for the umpteeth time.

Now to Rowdy's credit he was in time out for almost a week straight. He's done a lot better since then. And so have I. This one was so hard for me. I literally couldn't leave him alone for more than three minutes, because some disasterous scale of a mess would occur. I really wanted to trade in the badges of motherhood that week.

We both learned a big lesson.

I'm in love!

2010-02-17T09:10:00.000-08:00

This is my baby, his name is Colt, we all call him Dewy for short. He answers to Dewy and he doesn't answer to Colt.

I'm in love. He is charming.

He and I had a rocky start, but I couldn't imagine life without him.

I hope he will always be my baby.

He is supposed to be mine, and because oof that I have a connection with him. I know he's got a special purpose. He is my little missionary.

You can call me Frenchie!

2010-02-16T12:33:00.000-08:00

Is it true french women don't shave their pits?

Last week was pretty stressful, we had a million plus doctors appointments for both of the boys, the hubster was getting ready to go to work and need all of his laundry clean, I had Rowdy's swim lessons twice a week, we just got back from an overnighter and I had the young men in the ward over for a cooking activity, and now that I think of it it may have been two weeks ago. But, what I'm getting at is that sometimes when you're a mom you and your priorities take the back seat.

This was one of those weeks. I shower every day and when we swim I shower after lessons in the locker room. And I don't shave in those showers because we are always just in a hurry and so we just shower to get clean.

I'm not sure how it happened but when Saturday morning I pulled off my top and got ready to get in the shower and Oh My Hell! I looked so beyond french. I was embarrassed for myself. My pits were so longs. YUCK!

I showered.
I shaved.

I got out and asked the hubster why on earth he didn't tell me about my pits joining the french revolution. He had some lame answer like "it didn't bother me, I like you whatever way you come."

I can assure you I have been paranoid about my pits ever since.

GROSS!

Ode to Rowdy.

2010-02-15T22:28:00.000-08:00

My baby is officially two. How did that happen? I love his guts! He's been so much fun. We had his birthday party, and since it was the same day as the superbowl we had a party for anyone who wanted to join. We are really lucky to have family drive at least an hour just to come to a two year olds party.

Rowdy was so surprised when we showed him the "Bob-Bob" (Sponge Bob) cake. He is a Sponge Bob nut. I'm not even sure how he got that way. But the cake was fitting.

I"ll share a little bit about Rowdy with you. He is a helper, and sometimes to much. He also is a huge fan of his "Daddeeee" He will do anything and everything the hubster does. He has this vaccuum and it really picks up dirt and things on the carpet. He loves helping and its good for him to be excited about chores since I know it won't last.

Rowdy is all cowboy and has been for quite some time. He has these silly pop guns that he has so much fun with. And ever since he got his first pair of cowboy boots he's not worn regular shoes a day since. He put the boots on over his footie jammies and will wear them to bed, he even wears them when he's wearing nothing else.

His little imagination is blossoming to. He's started to do silly little things like putting his bibs on backwards, he'll run and jump and look back to see if his "cape" is flappiing behind him. He also is using everything as a hat... Like laundry baskets, bowls, lids. Who says boys don't like dress-up.

He's no fashionista but he is pretty opinionated about his clothing choices. And I totally believe it's alright for me not to win this battle. He can win.

Rowdy's fovorite breakfast is eggs and toast, his favorite dinner is spaghetti, his favorite snack is apples. He LOVES milk so much that he alone drinks nearly four gallons a week. When he's a teenager I'm going to have to ration him. He loves eveything Toy Story or Sponge Bob. Rowdy always wants to be outside, he doesn't mind bundling up, and he'll stay out forever. Rowdy comes to our bed evry morning and snuggles. He give wide open mouth slobbery kisses.

Rowdy reminds me of everything that is right in the world. He is so innocent and sweet, and he gets so excited for new things. He really has a passion that reminds me life needs to be lived.

I'm so lucky to have him as a part of my family. We LOVE you Rowdy!!

Today my baby turned two.

2010-02-07T21:36:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow, when I'm not so durned tired I'll post a real post all about the happenings.

Dewy's issues.

2010-02-04T20:18:00.000-08:00

When Dewy was little about two months old, he started doing this super excited shake. It was similar to a parkinsons tremor. He started doing it in small clusters, a few times a day, for a few days at a time. I asked his pediatrician about it at his six month appointment, and his super cool doctor doesn't rush to panic, so he thought it could be muscle spasms from his growing.

We were just there for his nine month check up. He did his little parkinsons shake, where his arms flail out and he shakes and gets a very serious determined look in his eyes. The doc was concerned they looked like petit mal siezures. So he sent us to Primary Childrens Medical Center. And reffered us to a pediatric neurologist. We are waiting for an appointment with them. In the meanwhile Dewy had an E.E.G. done.

There are 26 wires placed on his scalp. He was so good when they put them on him.

They wrapped the wires and we tried to keep him calm and still for a half an hour. He was so cute and he charmed the pants off the nurses.

It was a really positive experience and I was very impressed by the staff. But what mom doesn't love it when people love their babies?

So there's this guy.

2010-02-04T07:54:00.000-08:00

This guy tells his daughter, "I don't like that new boyfriend of yours, he's e redneck, uneducated, and not fit for my daughter."

His daughter replies, "Oh no, Daddy, he's very smart. With in a week of me meeting him, he cured that sickness I get once a month."

Zits.

2010-02-03T21:09:00.000-08:00

My face looks like it did in highschool, and I'm very mad.

Not sure why but It's been awful since I quit nursing Dewy.

If your face looks like porcelain I'm pretty sure I don't want to stand next to you till my problem is fixed.

That's all!

The reality of the situation.

2010-02-02T21:38:00.000-08:00

Here's the reality of the situation.

I had the Young Men in the ward over for an activity tonight. I put everything that was a mess into my spare bedroom.

When I was little I put things in my sisters barbie houses or under the couch.

I don't like to do house work.

When I was young it was mandatory, and it was also a punishment.

I love Jello with no fruit and loads of cool whip.

When I was little it was my reward for being good in church.

I only shave my legs twice a week, whether they need it or not.

I snuck and shaved my legs when I was around 9 or 10.

I love to sew.

When I was young I worked at a fabric store for three years.

I love to read.

As a kid the library was beyond a regular outing for me.

I hate shopping.

I was banned from store for a year as a small child.

I love LOVE shoes.

Cinderella was my favorite Disney movie when I was young.

I love to find great used items in the classifieds or thrift stores.

When I was small I resented hand-me-downs.

I let my dishes pile up till there are to many to fit in the dishwasher.

It would take me an entire evening to unload the top shelf of the dishwasher when I was younger.

I'm not sure whether theses things are a result of my childhood, and my growth and maturity, or if I just have learned to embrace all my idiosyncrasies. I'm not sure why I am the way that I am. Really I'm not sure how my reality got to be the way it is. But, I am secure with it and I don't need to apologize for it. I am who I am and there's not a thing I can do about it.

6 Years

2010-02-02T08:10:00.000-08:00

For my anniversary the hubster took me to my favorite vacation spot EVER!

He surprised me with a trip to the most rad Bed & Breakfast I've ever been to. It was on the outskirts of town, and we turned up this crazy long road that was covered with snow, and lined with cedar trees on both sides. We pull up to this ginormous mansion called "Lions Gate Manor."

It was pretty stinkin' five star. I was really proud of the hubster because he's been gone for our last three anniversaries, and he really went all out. He got my mother-in-law to take both babies who are both still slightly sick, and we really got to enjoy each others company. It's the first time I've spent the night away from them both, ever. It was just the ticket. We soaked in the hotpots for a couple hours and it was a blizzard snow storm. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Really the whole getaway was very nostalgic and quiet, it was so quiet. If you ever get a chance, Lava Rocks!

I can't figure out why my links are not working out, but whatever.

6 years ago today....

2010-01-30T22:21:00.000-08:00

My two great friends Rookie, Alice, and I made enough pigs in a blaket to kill a man. We all got sick, and I had to get married the next day.

Have a great weekend, I'm taking tomorrow off so I can love on the hubster.

P.S. Not everyone is as lucky as me to have two great friends like Rookie and Alice.

P.S.S. Not everyone is as lucky as me to a have the hubster like my hubster.

Crappy day.

2010-01-30T09:22:00.000-08:00

Literally.

Last night I was yacking on the phone to my mother-in-law and Rowdy got Colt's medicine while I wasn't paying attention, and opened the child proof lid, drank some and spilled some.

This isn't our first rodeo, he did this a while back, only he grabbed the bottle off the counter when I was rinsing the syringe and drank it, that fast.

So I gave the good old poison control center a call, if you've never called them they are so awesome. This is....I think the fourth time I've called them. They are always so calm and nice, and they really are comforting to you as the worried parent. Please if you odn't have their number write it down now.

Anyways, all is well and Rowdy didn't have a toxic dose. He did however have enough to give him the runs, ALL DAY LONG.

I am so sick of poopy diapers, somedays I think all I do is change diapers, especially today.

My favorite things.

2010-01-29T22:51:00.001-08:00

Just imagine I was like Oprah and I'd be able to give away all of my favorite thigns. You'd all be so lucky.

Well, I'm so no Oprah and I can't give away my favorite things. But I can share what I'm really liking right now.

I love popcorn, and I mean I really love it, like I crave it! The hubster does not love popcorn, and this is a big issue, because he likes to go to the theater and just sit with out any deliciously buttered and salted popcorn. He could live his whole life without ever giving it a chance. (He has popcorn issues.) I on the other hand was brought up to where we went to movies and my mom would make us fold our napkins into a folder/envelope to hold our popcorn, and it was a treat and it was an even better treat if you were lucky enough to get your popcorn first because then you got the butteriest part of the bag. OH YUM!

On to the next of my favorite things, I don't hae a lot of time, it's a rare comodity (sp?) in my world. my breakfast suffers because of this. And these little beauties are my pride and joy and they help my tummy feel satisfied till well past lunch time. Nice!

Next up are this rad pair of vegan sanuks that I found. Every spring I buy two new pair of shoes, and one of them is always a black pair of tevas and the other is, well whatever I think I need for the season. And these beautiful shoes are going to make there way into my closet so soon. I love vegan shoes. And I need these. They make my toes smile.

I love damask prints, and I wish I new how to decorate with them better, or just incorporate them into my home better than I do. Wait I haven't incorporated them at all. But I need to use these in my home, any ideas?

Next I am loving that the Colts are going to Super Bowl 2010! I love them so much my baby is named Colt. I kid, I kid. But my baby is named Colt and I really am a Colt's fan, and this year both my babies will be wearing Colt's shirts. We support.

And last but so not least is my crush and he is really my biggest crush. YUMMY Chris Martin. If only I could really have me some Chris Martin all to myself. I think the hubster is jealous of my crush on him. He's so earthy, and hip, and casual. I have been known to dream of him.

I guess if I was Oprah I'd share all my favorite things, but I ain't Oprah.

Time for my confessional.

2010-01-28T22:50:00.000-08:00

No, I'm not pregnant.

I'm borrowing this idea from my siter and in my attempt to keep up with blogging I need all the unoriginal ideas I can get.

- I let my dog sleep on my bed.

- Blogs that are all about the good life, and chummy with perfection are boring.

- I am addicted to the Pioneer Woman, I love her food.

- I make out with my baby like all day long, and I call him things like yummy, gumby, gummy and chewable.

- Ok, I don't really make out with him, I love on him, and kiss him way more than any boy would want their mother to.

- I think I'd be just fine if I never had a daughter.

- I'm a starter not a finisher, please help me.

- Of all the things I like about the "Cowboy State" The thing I loathe the most is chipping ice off my driveway. Please don't sue me if you slip, because I don't ever do it.

- I like scentsy, but I hate the little plug-ins. They make the biggest freakin mess every time I try to change the wax.

- I have issues, way to many to be considered a normal person.

- I shave my legs twice a week.

- I have a serious addiction to sharing my life on facebook.

There you have it, all my confessions for the day, who knows what you'll get tomorrow.

Inspiration and copycatting.

2010-01-27T23:39:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling like my white walls are really starting to close in on me, and I've been on a mad search of blogs for good decorating ideas and I even had a few referred to me. My bedroom is one of the next projects on my list. I'm going to paint the walls a very light shade of gray and I'm going to adapt the plates on this wall.

combined with the sign on this wall.

But I'm tweaking them to fit my room a little.

I really think I need to convince the hubster to get me this for my upcoming birthday. It needs to be in my bedroom. I love it and I want it, it could serve so many functions for my bedroom.

Whadya think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Any better suggestions?

Bid'ness

2010-01-27T11:29:00.000-08:00

I am hopping to stay busy in this good ole' 2010. I haven't made resolutions but I have made goals.

Let me share a few of them with you.

1. Make healthy choices.

2. Learn to bottle two new things this fall.

3. Stay busy with improvements, (myself, my kids, my house, my yard.)

4. Don't waste money on things that aren't necassary.

5. Be a good friend to those that are good friends to me.

6. Love the hubster enough.

7. Do 100% visiting teaching, and magnify my calling.

8. Read good books.

9. Don't get behind.

10. Work on my goals every day.

If you see me, and think I need a little reminder please feel free to give me one. I'm always up for a helping hand.

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2010-01-25T13:57:00.000-08:00

In thirteen days this Sponge Bob/Toy Story/Cowboy/Horse obsessed boy is going to turn the T.W.O.!!! Where has the time gone? He is my baby.

Since his birthday is on the Super bowl, I've ordered him an awesome Colts shirt. Now I just need to get him a cool Cowboy hat and he'll be set.

2010.

2010-01-24T11:35:00.000-08:00

Do you ever feel like time is flying. I do. Today I am sick, the hubster is sick, but he had to go to work anyway. Rowdy is napping and Dewy is taking a leave of absence from all of us so he stays healthy. I have the most awesome family. They are totally helping me out. I love them!

Rowdy is almost two. TWO!! I can't believe it. And we are about to celebrate our 6th wedding anniversary.

Is it to late for me to start doing a blog a day in 2010? I can't guarantee they'll all be good, but I think I might try.

Hmm. When I feel better maybe my blog'll get better.

That's all for now.

Summer 2009

2009-07-31T22:06:00.000-07:00

My kid brother got his LDS mission call to the Tacloban Phillipines Mission. We are super excited for him, it wasn't Boise.

My mom had been planning a hoorah for all of us to be tgether this summer, and it just so happened we went to the Manti Pageant in Manti Utah of all places. My hubsters mom and stepdad have a cabin down there. So, wouldn't you know it. 11 adults, 2 kids, 3 toddlers, and 1 infant piled into one house for roughly 4 days.

I quite frankly enjoyed myself. Have I mentioned I love my family.

We were full blown tourists. Rowdy and Red, Rowdy's not so sure of the scenery.

I think Rowdy was a little bit scared of the scenery.

Maybe terrified.

This was pretty much his attitude for the entire rest of the pageant. We walked several blocks in Manti during the show. It's a beautiful little town. Maybe next time I'll see less of it and more of the show.

This was the weather, and the reason we walked in the rain. Hey, at least it wasn't hot.

This was the scenery before the pageant started. It was very pretty.

This is my mom, she's married to my dad, she's my sibling mom too. But I'm her favorite. Don't tell my siblings cause I'm pretty sure they think they are her favorite, and I'm all about keepin' the peace.

This is my baby Colt, I call him Dewey for short. You can too.

He takes after his aunt Heidi when it comes to getting his picture taken. They see that lens and their tongue sticks right on out.

This was the tub, It was bathtime, and since my mom raised my sisters and I to be efficient, we decided 3 naked toddlers were better than one. Rwdy wasn't feeling the efficiency.

My mom didn't raise him, But she's welcome to as long as she stresses the efficiency.

3 toddlers make for awfully dirty bath water, don't ya think?

And they all have perfectly polished farmers tans.

In our continued effort to be perfect parents, we found a mosquito and put it on our babies eye, we just wanted to see what he'd do.

Turns out he swolled right up, but didn't pop.

This is my kid brother, he was supposed to be cooking a mean lunch with the manfolk in the family

These are the manfolk in my family, minus my kid brother, they are cooking a mean lunch for all of the women folk and babies. They were moaning and whining...eeerrrr grunting and flexing. It was a bonding experience.

This was the mean lunch. It took approximately 45 minutes from atart to finish. It was delish!!!

Coming up next....The way my family entertains ourselves on vacation.

Bubbles and Bathtime.

2009-07-02T22:21:00.000-07:00

This is my baby, I birthed him. Some days he loves me.

Some days I let him be cool and big and let him blow his own bubbles.

It those days I think he loves me the most.

These are both my bbabies. I birthed them both, not at the same time though. Perhahps that might have been more convenient.

They've started doing bathtime together. It's easier for mom. We're all about easy in this house.
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I just love those babies that I birthed.

Visitors.

2009-07-02T16:27:00.000-07:00

The other day I had a knock on my door. You might remember way back when Tally had a litter of puppies.

Well we had a visitor, I made her take a picture with her mommy, she was the "big bertha" of the group.

Aside from her cloring, she looked the most similar to her mommy than any of her sisters. Her name is Zoee.

Did somebody mention her sisters? Oh yeah oddly enough they visited at the same time. Imagine that coincidence.

WHat is black and white and cute all over?

A Tally and her babies. Sadie and Izzy

Sadie just happened to visit with Red's little big sister wh is my favorite. She and I have a connection. I love her, I'd have her live with me if she would, but her hub-a-roo, and daughter would miss her. She's great, and she's my favorite did I mention that?

T-Bone also visited. He's a humper. He tried to hump every girl dog here, but I stood up t T-Bone's attitude and I threw a pillow at him when he'd try to hump my girls. He's fixed but it's still so wrong. He was visiting with Red's Grandparents. They came for Colt's baby blessing.

Visiting at the same time was Red's Dad, he hasn't been here before, he came for Colt's baby blessing to. And he was great, super helpful with the kids. They were so happy to have Papa Larry because he was patient when mom and Dad weren't.

Sadie had a great trip and a great adventure. She ran away in Hooper for three days. THREE DAYS! Did I mention she flew here from California? Well she did and about gave Red's little big sister a panic attack. I guess you could say she is a shit of a shitzu. She ended up goign back to California with Red's little big sister though. All is well with her.

Rowdy loves his aunt, and her wants her back just as badly as I do!

He loves me....He loves me not

2009-07-02T16:13:00.000-07:00

He LOVES me!

And this is just one of the many ways he shows me.

Colt's baby blessing and our family pictures

2009-07-02T15:24:00.000-07:00

Aaron gave Colt his name and blessing on June 7th. It was beautiful, he had such a beautiful blessing. The spirit was very strong, and I have learned so much through my trials with this baby. The Lord has been so good to me. And I have grown closer to him. This baby has been my little missionary in more ways than he'll ever know.
(I'm not yet ready to talk abut my trials on this blog, however those closest to me know what I'm referring to)

Once again my mom came through and made Colt the most precious blessing suit.

She is an amazing seamstress, all she had to do was look at Red's suit and make a pattern from that. I hope to one day learn as much about making patterns and sewing ans her.

I made the tie. It matches Red's. I really like to be non-traditional and not do a white suit.

I don't think Colt has a preference either way, I think he's just happy to have had the attention on him for the whole day. I've just gotta say he's so sweet.

Between my mom and I (mostly mom) we sure know hw to do this boy up cute.

Me and my boys, it's still weird saying boys with an S.

The hubster and Colt in their matching suits and ties. So sweet

Nothing more sexy to me than seeing the hubster and his boys. My three main men.

And wouldn't you know it. I'm lucky enough to be the leading lady

Our family is a little crazy with two babies, but It so worth it and I wouldn't trade any of them for the world.

Obsessions

2009-07-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

Not anything to do with the show on A&E.

My baby has a few new obsessions. He loves doing what the grown ups are doing even if he's just in the way.

We are doing a few makeovers to our yards since they weren't in the best of shape when we moved in. We had these bricks that I wanted out of here and my parents decided they'd make a nice patio up at their property. My dad, my hub-a-roni and Rowdy helped get the brick in the back of his truck.

Can't you see how much help he is.

The ther obsession is balls, now get your mind out of the gutter. He literally is quite obsessed and his mind only has one cncern in the world when there is any kind of ball, whether it be a bouncy ball, soccer ball, baseball, tennis ball yu get the idea.

He squats down and throws the ball, he even tries to fake you out. He'll yell "Tatch!"

Oh how I would love to be inside his mind some days

A crime has been committed

2009-06-30T17:13:00.000-07:00

Red gets to stay home with the boys while I on occasion run to the wal-mart. SInce that's the only plce to run to up here.

Well I came home and this is what I saw! Not only are all three of them napping, they are napping without me! And during what would be the ideal nap time no less.

I was majorly offended. And to tell you the truth I still am. I secretly harbor bad feeling towards anyone who gets a good nap time. Just don't tell them.
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Trouble

2009-06-30T16:50:00.000-07:00

This little punk started walking about a month ago. I wasn't on the ball enough to blog about it then, but this is the kind of trouble he's been into ever since.

The welcoming comittee

2009-06-29T18:37:00.000-07:00

It wouldn't be fair if I didn't showcase the hubsters portion of the house that is solely decorated by him. It just wouldn't

What a world..What a world!

2009-06-29T16:30:00.000-07:00

My baby is already sick of this circus show he's living with.

Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

2009-05-11T19:43:00.000-07:00

Que the voices from Munchkin Land. And, then switch witch for MOM.

Today was a harder day.....That's how thing are going to be I think. Well, at least for the next year. I'm not gonna lie it's tough having two babies. I'm surviving this. Especially the surviving part when Red is away for work.

I've decided my days get new rankings, which are appropriate for now. I have "Good days" which are pretty smooth and not to many fits and my babies needed me at seperate times. I also get to shower and do my hair.

I have "Better days" where there are literally no fits and if there are the hubby-roni is around to have them directed at him. I get showered, hair done, teeth brushed, legs shaved, and the dark rings under my eyes only slightly resemble a crystal meth user.

I have "hard days" the hubb-a-roo would be gone. I get a shower, but nthing else done. There is a significant amount of fits and whining. I only have to take one Motrin for a squealing induced headache. Baby 1 and 2 both seem to need everything at the same time.

And then there are "harder days" The hubster is still gone, I have terrible breath, dark rings under my eyes that say I'm doing hard core drugs, even though I'm most certainly sleep deprived and not high. I haven't showered since yesterday, by the evening I've taken my third Motrin for a screaming and squealing induced headache. All day long baby 1 adn 2 needed everything, plus my attention all damn day long. When I think abut my day I can smell poopy diapers even though they are all outside in the garbabge, I vaguely remember eating but I can assure you my babies have eaten all day long.

For whatever reason the Lord thinks I'm one hell of a woman because he has given me a few harder days as of latley. However I'm grateful because Mother's day wasn't one of those days. I'm pretty sure I don't want to be one hell of a woman today. And probably not tomorrow either.

All of God's Creatures Are Welcome At Our House.....Next To The Mashed Potatoes.

2009-05-10T23:23:00.000-07:00

Those of you who know Red know his love for hunting. He took his time last year and shot a really nice turkey. Well, finally a year later he had a really nice box built for him.

From what I hear turkeys are pretty tough to get so he's pretty excited to showcase his. When he hangs it on the wall I'll take a few pictures of some of his (dead) animals that grace my walls with their presence.

These Boobs Were Made for Nursing, And That's Just What They'll Do...

2009-05-09T10:17:00.000-07:00

AAaahhh! Back to nursing. I guess I should give Colt some credit, he is a really good nurser. He latches right on and I don't have to work with him to hard. We are a success story so far.

But, I just have to say, I hate nursing boobs. I know I have all the equipment and I pretty much feel like a milk machine, but does my chest really need to take on a life of its own? Uugghh!

My condolences to my back for the next 6-8 months.

I guess my consolation is that my nipples don't look a thing like these!

What we've been doing lately. Besides facebook.

2009-05-08T12:00:00.001-07:00

I'm honestly surprised I'm back this quick! At our house we've been figuring out our new normal. Which not surprisingly consist of lots of jammie time. The boys both are in jammies way more than they should be, but they're fed, healthy and happy. That's what counts right? Please tell me that's what counts.

I think these three are going to be quite the trio. For the most part they are all adjusting well to each other.

We've been figuring out how to balance out our new additon. We are getting pretty good at it.

We've also been taking pictures of Colt for his birth announcement. Turns out he's not that photogenic. I'm pretty sure I won't be using this one.

Or this one. Well maybe when he's old enough to blackmail.

Other than that we've just been chillaxin' round these parts.

P.S. If I don't have your address email it to me and I'll be sure to send you a birth announcement. (cliffhangerse1188@msn.com) Thanks!

Our Newest Addition!!!

2009-04-30T21:37:00.000-07:00

Introducing Colt Harvey!!

He made his grand entrance into this world Friday morning at 3:34 a.m.

He weighed a whopping 7lbs. 5oz. and was 20 inches long. My water broke at 10:30, we made the hour drive to the hospital and an hour after that I started having contractions one after another with no brake. I got the epidural and spinal block. and not to long after he was on his way out. We still didn't have a name for him yet. After looking at him for a while we vetoed our first and second choices for names and went with plan c. Red suggested Colt and I seconded it right away. It fit better than our other choices. He gave us a scare his first night with sme respiratory distress. They x-rayed his chest and did several tests. Everything worked out just fine. He is healthy and well. And our little family is smitten and head over heels in love!

Rowdy is a cute big brother, He loves to sit with Colt. He cries when Clt is sad and
he gives him loves and hugs every chance he can. He'll even share his toys. Its crazy fun to watch.

Tally has taken to him really well, she keeps really good track of him, the two times she's lost him it's broken her heart. We are always finding her snuggled up to him.

I just have to say we are so blessed and very lucky. I feel like a very lucky woman. I get less sleep and I am living in constant chaos, my life went from simple to crazy, and it really is crazy with a fourteen month old and a newborn, but this is what God has given me and I wouldn't have it any other way.

It may be a while befre I can get it together enough to be a regular blogger again but I will do my best to try. Be back soon

I'm getting a day break!

2009-04-18T09:18:00.000-07:00

Because he is the busiest boy I know.

Lately he's been getting into things.

Things he probably shouldn't be getting into.

I have to tell myself he's still learning.

Then I go to Starbuck's and I tell myself that I'm still learning.

The world isn't so bad.

My Mother's Day Wishlist.

2009-04-16T09:33:00.000-07:00

Honestly I intend to wish for things that I truly want. That and I'm pretty sure I should be getting and additional present this year.

MY 2009 Wishlist (in print for the hubster)

-Quilting frames that range from crib size to king size

-pedicure

-a point and shoot camera

K baby I hope you got all of that.

Oh yeah and flowers never hurt your credibility either.

Sorry guys were pretty casual as you can see. We don't really bother with hints. If you see the hubster make sure to mention this to him.

Who is your dish?

2009-03-25T11:52:00.001-07:00

I guess you could say I have a thing for redheads. This man my friends is known as Kevin McKidd. Otherwise known as Lucious Voreinous from the HBO series Rome. That is where he first caught my eye, way back when we lived in Ogden and stole cable.

Then he popped up on Grey's Anatomy, which is all to great for me because my stud rocket of a celebrity crush is now on my favorite show. Yeah, life is good.

He has a striking similarity to Red, don't you think? I guess when you have a type you have a type.

See also John Cina. He's a dish too!

So tell me friends, who is your celebrity dish?

Does anyone else have days like this?

2009-03-23T11:01:00.001-07:00

Or is it just me?

Battle Of The Beds

2009-03-18T08:30:00.000-07:00

What your looking at here is our own little domestic terrorist. All 13 pounds of her.

When Red comes home from work everyone is drawn to him, we all fight for his attention and affection, he has some mighty big shoes to fill. Well this last week Red was home for his whole week off, he hasn't had his time off since January, we all felt neglected.

Anyhow, have I ever told you he is Tally's person? Well he is without a doubt. So much so that she smothers him when he's home. She appoints herself to be in his lap whenever she can, she goes into the bathroom and patiently waits on the floor till he's done doing whatever bathroom business he needed to do. She sneaks into his truck when they are outside, and she works with him around the house wherever he is working at. In a sense she's his shadow. She turns into this love-sick puppy and lives and breathes for him.

Her dog bed is on the same side of the bed that Red sleeps on. When he's home, she waits until he start to breath heavy and jumps on the bed and curls up in the small of his back, or the curve in his legs. To many times to count Red has woken up stiff or with a sore back because of her.

This last week she earned the nickname Tally-Ban, and was coined the domestic terrorist. She has persistence, I woke up probably eight time for five nights in a row when she'd jump up and Red would wake up and make her get down. He made it his mission to keep her off the bed

Her persistence paid off, she was on his side of the bed every morning! And Red was curled around her.

You gotta hand it to her, she has determination that most humans don't.

The best part is it's so funny to me, because when it's just me at home we all sleep in our own beds and nobody is bothered all night long.

A whole new look.

2009-03-16T20:41:00.001-07:00

Alrighty, Red has been home for a week and it's been so nice, because he hasn't had much real time off since January. We started this little remodel project way back in the first part of January. We wanted to make a nursery out of the bigger bedrom upstairs. I took these pictures tonight after we got most of the room put together. Now keep in mind there are still some things missing, toys, decorations, and all the little knick-knacks that find there way to flat surfaces in any room.

I'm not sure about this picture, but if you look close you can tell what's going on. I already put my baby to bed so I'm not about to try for another picture. This is Rowdy's side of the bedroom.

This as baby #2's side of the bedroom.

Red replaced all of the trim, the doors, lights, outlets, ceilings and the door frames. Pretty much everything in this room has been replaced.

I think he did a great job! He's always been handy and he's done small projects before, but never an entire room from top to bottom. I'm so proud of him for all the time he took and his attention to detail.

I think it looks great. Now I just need to figure out where to put up the wall decor that I've got. I also need t wash all of baby #2's lothing and get it organized and rearrange the dresser's. And let me not forget the big project f the closet.

Let me know what you think. And if you have any good tips for organizing this room throw them my way.

P.S. This is how we plan on remodeling the rest of the house. Not blue walls, bt the doors, closets, moulding, ceilings, and window treatments. I can't wait! I seriously need to win the lottery.

For A Good Time....

2009-03-15T08:27:00.000-07:00

Get a free balloon when you go birthday shopping for your first born.

Put the free balloon where your ferocious attack dog can try to kill it.

Let dog loose and stay out of the way.

Holy 100th blog post Batman!

2009-03-07T08:07:00.000-08:00

In honor of my 100th post, you get to learn 100 random things about me.

Warning <<<>>> It's a long one.

1. I love fish and chips. Don’t underestimate this. I whine to the hubster that he doesn’t take me to fish and chips often enough. Like it’s his soul responsibility to make sure I get taken to fish and chips.

2. My toenails should always require polish. Or a fresh pedicure.

3. I really wish I had a maid

4. I change my mind constantly, this drives my hubster nuts.

5. I only have nieces, and I think they are all beautiful.

6. I’m living in a place I never thought I would live.

7. A few years ago I really made fun of blogs and bloggers.

8. Now I am one, and when I get an urge I’m a really good one.

9. My kid brother is going on an LDS mission this summer, it makes me sad he'll be gone even though it should be a good thing.

10. My dream job is to be a white-water river-raft guide.

11. I love rivers.

12. I’m ¾ hippie at heart.

13. I think dreadlocks are beautiful. I’d love to have them now. I gt them after highschool.

14. I just don’t think it’d go over well when I take my kids to school, and I don’t want them to be judged because their mom is different.

15. Grape Gatorade is my favorite drink.

16. Some days I feel like I’m not as exciting as I used to be, that scares me.

17. My hubster is my best friend.

18. I don’t like conforming. To anything.

19. That’s why you’ll never see the usual blog lingo here, like DH, MIL, BIL, DD, DS. Not going to do it. But, I don’t think it’s wrong when I see it on others blogs

20. I wish I could be outside all the time. Good weather permitting of course.

21. I think its dangerous to be extreme in any area of your life. Medicine, school, work, religion, politics, diet, exercise, hobbies.

22. You don’t have to ever agree with me, but please respect that I don’t have to agree with you.

23. Being a mom has taught me a few things never to do. Don’t comment on the way people parent, just think it to yourself. Don’t brag about your child, because no matter how much you love them we all know they are still a kid and they aren’t perfect, so its pointless to brag.

24. And one thing to always do. Do offer your help whenever you see a mom look like she could use a hand.

25. My hubster is an old soul. I sometimes love it and sometimes loathe it.

26. When people tell me what to do, I secretly put them on a list of people who think they can tell me what to do, then it takes a long time for me to take them off that list.

27. It bothers me when people think they know me really well. Because I feel like they only know the Stacy they want to know and not the other pieces of me.

28. I have 7 sisters-in-law.

29. Only two of them make any effort to talk on the phone with me or text or email. I’m not gonna lie they’re my favorites.

30. I think it’s funny when I fart. It’s gross when the hubster farts though.

31. Living away from my family is the absolute hardest thing I have ever done.

32. I got postpartum depression when my baby was a month and a half old. I tok care of it and my little family survived.

33. I’d like to ask Heavenly Father why that has to be a part of anyone’s existence. Especially mine.

34. Yummo- to McDonald’s ice cream cones.

35. My hubster doesn’t share, not with me and not with my baby. Nope he likes his ice cream and candy all to himself.

36. I share. I was told better.

37. I like to always have a drink when I’m driving.

38. I probably should feel bad about the way Tally came to be a part of my family. But, I have no regrets. I'd do it again in a heart beat.

39. I love Tivo or DVR, they both make life just a bit nicer.

40. I enjoy hanging out with my parents. Double dating. Evenings juast hanging out.

41. My sisters are good examples to me.

42. I’m a bad phone caller; I really don’t call that many people. It’s not that I don’t want t talk I just always put it off. Don't take it personal.

43. I am a much better texter.

44. I really lack organization.

45. At some point in my life I’d like to own a golden retriever and an English bulldog.

46. I could eat green beans every day with my dinner.

47. Rocking babies is one thing I truly love.

48. One of my quirks is I get really uneasy when it come to talking about finances. Whether it be mine or someone else’s. For whatever reason it makes me uncomfortable.

49. Spring, summer, and fall are my favorite seasons.

50. I’m half way through this “100 random things about me” If you think I’m going to this for 200 you’re crazy.

51. I’m being honest here; I think my baby has an eating disorder. He’s never full, and he’s always hungry.

52. I like my milk to be 1% and icy cold.

53. I’m an addict to shoes, facebook (we call it crackbook round these parts), and checking blogs. Oh yeah and Starbuck’s.

54. I have Photoshop elements and I have no clue how to use it. It not only frustrates me, it downright pisses me off.

55. I am not even remotely the same person I was in high school. I've grown and changed. I think I'm nicer.

56. I’ve woken up in the outdoors with a horse’s nose in my face, he was standing over me. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with raccoons climbing on my sleeping bag, and fighting by my bed. I’ve also had mice; at least I think they were mice crawl over my face while I was sleeping. I’ve slept in the outdoors a lot.

57. I met my biological grandfather a few years ago for the first time before he passed away. He was tall, dark and handsome.

58. The hubster and I have jumped on every opportunity that has crossed our paths. With the exception of one. He was offered a cattle ranching job in South Dakota, which came with a new pick-up, a $100,000 dollar sign on bonus and property to build a house on. I think we both occasionally regret not doing it.

59. I watch rated R movies.

60. Another dream job I have would be to be a baker, make wedding cakes, and pastries, all the sweet stuff, just not breads. But It’s to much work for my lazy bones, it’ll never happen.

61. I have a slight crush on Duff Goldman, from ace of cakes. We would so be cronies.

62. I don’t like it when people think being a republican and a Mormon go hand in hand. It makes me sad. And I think they are slightly bigoted.

63. I’m not affiliated with any political party, I like it that way.

64. Somebody stole sixty dollars of my babysitting money from my locker in the seventh grade. Why was I stupid enough to take sixty dollars with me to junior high?

65. List making is a chronic part of my life.

66. I lack decorating skills.

67. I enjoy sewing but rarely find or have the time.

68. I don’t understand people who say they are just not animal people. Be a dog person or a cat person but just please be an animal person. People like Jeffrey Dahmer(?) and Ted Bundy weren’t animal people. Get your kids a pet. It makes the world a better place.

69. I make everyone shower/bathe before bed, I’m weird I don’t like anyone getting under the covers with all the days germs and dirt. Including myself.

70. I loved college.

71. I loathed all mandatory education from the fourth grade on. I merely went because my mom made me and I wasn’t old enough to sign myself out. I graduated when I was 17.

72. I have P.C.O.S. Poly cystic ovarian syndrome. I’ve probably had it since puberty, but I wasn’t made aware of it until I started trying to get pregnant the first time. I have very severe hormonal imbalances with my case of P.C.O.S. I had a lot of signs and symptoms that I had it for a long time just not a doctor who was on the ball enough to put two and two together. I don’t mind talking about it.

73. My hubster is very much a man’s man. Most days I love that about him. He’s a meat and potatoes, pick-up driving, animal hunting, T-shirt and jeans wearing, tool using, hard working kind of a guy.

74. When I want to eat Italian or have deep conversations, or go somewhere fancy, all my liking that goes right out the window and I wish he’d have just a fraction of metro sexuality.

75. I am so the opposite of a perfectionist. It's a goal in my life. I suffer from the middle child-only child-oldest child syndrome, it's complicated but true.

76. In all the personality tests I’ve ever taken, and I’ve taken a lot I’m always orange or yellow. I’m the more irresponsible outgoing color. I’ve come to embrace this. My hubster is always the introverted power color.

77. I’m really not quite sure how we ever fell for each other; we are pretty much opposite in every aspect. We’re still in love.

78. I feel like it’s okay to be wrong or sorry, hence I’m often wrong or sorry. I admit to them both quite often.

79. I think about animal rights way to much, I get very heated about it. More so than abortion or gay marriage or tax hikes. Yeah, I’m me.

80. I live in the least green state in the nation. Or least Eco-friendly.
Funny, most people round these parts are quite proud of that.

81. The hubster is absolutely anti-green. He drives two pick-ups that get horrible gas mileage, and he lets them idle just to tease me.

82. I loved hanging my clothes out on a clothes line to dry. They always smelled so fresh and my whites were never brighter. I wish I still had a clothes line.

83. I have a tv in my bedroom. This is taboo with some people. Not me. I often fold clothes in my bedroom and I go to bed alone a lot, so I like having a tv in there for the noise. Judge me not.

84. I have a guest bedroom and it doesn’t have a dresser or anywhere for my guests to let themselves settle into. Because I want them to stay just that….Guests.

85. I’m getting a boob reduction. I made the hubster promise me that cosmetic
surgery would never be off limits before we got married. He gets sad when I talk about it.

86. I’ve never had stitches.

87. I love my mom’s cooking more than anyone else’s cooking on the planet. It’s pretty much anything she cooks to.

88. Bland food makes me sad.

89. It BoThErS Me WhEn PeOpLe Do ThIs. It’s not cute!

90. I wish people wouldn’t have private blogs. I understand why they are there. It’s just frustrating when you’re looking for people and you find their blog only to find out its private.

91. I love sending flowers and getting flowers.

92. My hubster and I don’t play games together well, we are to competitive, we could dang near get divorced over cards or board games. Much like doing our taxes. Some things we just can’t do together.

93. Giving advice is scary for me. I’m only speaking from my experience and I really don’t want to screw anybody over. I really stress about it.

94. I like sex. Most people aren’t very open about this but it’s a big part of my life and quite frankly it’s a nice part of my life. I think people who are taboo about sex are not comfortable with themselves. I don’t understand it. A good healthy sex life is nothing to be ashamed of.

95. I think fighting in a marriage is healthy. If you never fight with one another then one of you is always lying or holding back on your feelings. It’s a part of marriage that is necessary. And look at the bright side when your done you can have make-up sex.

96. There I go giving out marital advice, take it at your own risk.

97. Going out to eat, specifically lunch is one of my favorite pastimes. Call me next time you feel like lunch.

98. I have an passion for cherry coke, chocolate milk, bridge mix, and chips ahoy. I blame my dad.

99. All of my fingers are double jointed.

100. Quite frankly, I'd rather post pictures than type this much.....Ever.

Where do we get bad habits?

2009-03-06T08:56:00.000-08:00

I'm sure he didn't get this from me.

Take a peak.

2009-03-05T13:35:00.000-08:00

Rowdy just had his 1 year old pictures taken. I'm super excited about the way the ones I've seen have turned out.

Check them out for yourself, let Marissa and me know what you think.
Photosbymarissa

Surprise!

2009-03-05T10:08:00.000-08:00

Look what came in the mail in the middle of last week! It probably came earlier than that, but I only get the mail once a week.

Anyways I was super surprised. It's a handmade checkbook holder that's way cuter than any ne I'd ever find in a store. And it's a way cute necklace that will go with tons of stuff. Sshh.. I already wore it to church on Sunday. Don't tell it's supposed to all still be new before I post it up here on the blog.

Thanks Ashley! This was a fun surprise, I'm super excited to get started on my things to give away.

Feeling Lucky (My blog My time)

2009-03-04T03:47:00.000-08:00

My friend Ashley had this on her blog I thought it sounded fun!! Wanna play?

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! (come on now, don't make fun, you will be surprised what I can do :)

My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year (hopefully sooner than later.)
4. You will have no clue what it is going to be.
5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. :)

The catch? Oh the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me you did will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!

** Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!

Milestones

2009-02-22T22:47:00.000-08:00

Pay no attention to the cottage cheese in the boys thighs, I have absolutely no clue which of his parents he inherited that from. I have never ever seen that before. If you say it might be me, I'd deny it.

In honor of my baby being a year I'm going to tell you all about him.

Rowdy weighs 22 lbs, he is 31 inches long. He's a dang big boy. He's taller than nine out of ten boys his age.

He currently has 8 teeth and he's had two haircuts, he's still bald. Not scruffy, just bald.

He crawls over everything, pulls himself up on everything, and gets into everything. He is terrified of standing on his own and even more scared of the thought of walking. He's pretty tender if he falls he needs reassurance and a little love. He's figured out how to go up and down the stairs, he goes down them in the most complicated way, but he figured it out on his own and it works for him. Maybe a preshow of his future, I'm not sure. He is really good at finding ways to entertain himself, He empties all the baskets and drawers that he can open. He loves opening and shutting all the doors in the house by using the doorstop on the bottom.

The words he says are Stacy, dadda, Tally, Scooter, Hello, up, down, don't, ball, bath, more, and all done.

His favorite games are peek-a-boo, and patty cake. He loves wheels and balls. His favorite snack is fruit, and crackers. He is a very good eater and will try everything. Food is his most happy place. He loves to take off his shoes, and loves putting on his daddy's hat. He loves playing with the remote and mommy's cell phone.

Rowdy has figured out how to play tug-of-war with Tally and loves to play with her all day whether she wants to play or not. She is his little buddy. Rowdy is also figuring out how to feed himself with a spoon and a fork. He's still a little clumsy with it but he's pretty determined to get it.

Rowdy has been the greatest addition to our family. He knows how to make everyone in our house perk up. I'm so proud of him for trying new things and getting braver every day. I love him more than my words can describe.

Happy Birthday Rowdy (Sshh it's a little late)

2009-02-22T21:39:00.000-08:00

Okay it's quite a bit late, on the 7th it was my babies first birthday. It was a mix of emotions for me, he's getting big so fast. We took extra care to make sure he was well fed, and well napped so he could be pleasant for his party. I think it all went pretty well.

We had great guest list. We invited all of the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents that live the closest to us. Thanks to you all for making the hour or more drive to come and celebrate with us. I hope nobody left hungry.

It was fun for Red and I to come up with some birthday traditions that we'd like to share with all of our kids. We got Rowdy his own smash cake that he was able to enjoy without sharing. I'm sure we'll do this with all of our babies.

But the rest of us had a cake that was free of baby germs. It was a little more clean and adult.

We got Rowdy two balloon boquets, but I only took a picture of one, not sure where my mind was. Oh well.

Then we moved on to presents I think Rowdy was a bit overwhelmed, he's never had an overload of toys coming at him that fast. He was quite a sport, he showed interest in each one then was happy to move on to the next.

Some toys were a little more useful (in an aggressive way) than others. That's my boy!

Rowdy loved the assortment of gifts, everyone was very generous.

With all of his cousins being little kids, and he not really knowing how a party is done, the kids decided it was time to do cake and ice cream.

This by liked his cake.

I was all about him making a mess, he's only going to turn 1 once. We stripped him down to his diaper and let him have at it. Smart move stripping him down, I can't imagine the mess if I'd have left his clothes on.

He was such a happy boy, I was so glad he was in a good mood.

The blue frosting was great, if your looking for a good color go with blue, it doesn't stain on clothes, only your tongue. And it was easy to clean off of skin and his high chair. The only down side was when you change your babies diaper and its the same color as his birthday cake. Probably more than you wanted to know but it's the way I roll.

He's a lucky by to have so many girls come to his birthday party. I hope they all had a good time, I don't have any girl stuff or older girl stuff to entertain them.

P.S. Thanks to blackeyedsue, and my super cool brother in law "J" for making sure I have video and pictures of plenty to chose from, it totally wasn't on my mind at all. I'm glad you helped out in that department.

P.S.S Next year I'm renting the party room at the rec-center and when the party is done we can all go swimming, because next year I'd better not be pregnant and I'll be brave enough to dawn a swimming suit.

P.S.S.S Please pray I'm not pregnant next year.

Happy Anniversary!

2009-01-31T10:53:00.000-08:00

This post is for Red....You can read it too.

2 careers + 1 1/2 children + 2 dogs + 2 goats + 3 homes + 1 Bronco + 1 pickup + 2 cars + college + lots of fights + lots of make-up sex + worry + pride + good + bad = 5 Of The Best Years!

Today we have been married for five great years!

I wouldn't change them for anything. I've learned more in these five years about myself than I have in my lifetime. Thank you for being you. I'm honestly able to say I am happy and in love.

Here's to at least another 55 years!

Living in this place comes with a few perks!

2009-01-30T17:43:00.000-08:00

I've seen the bright side, and I'll let you know when I see more perks.

But these are pretty good for now, different from good ole Utah, but maybe for the better.

I just got my drivers license in the mail today, and on the weight portion it doesn't say what I put on the application.

It puts me in a class of weight. Which happens to be the same class as Reds weight, which if you've seen us side by side you know that is freakin' awesome! I'm class 4, so is Red.

The other perk I forgot to mention was when I had to go to the drivers license division to get this license I was one of two customers in line. I wasn't early, it was a weekday afternoon. NICE! Now, get this and I'm so not exaggerating. There was one, ONE employee in the entire office, she was a sweet little old lady who did the eye testing, application, and processing. I was there for probably a total of ten minutes, and thats rounding up.

So there you have it. This place has at least two nice perks!

And life looks good

2009-01-28T08:07:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure what lesson if not several I was supposed to learn yesterday, but I'll continue to learn them I'm sure.

After I posted the city workers came by and told me my car was in the way of the plow, I explained why it was there, and that I couldn't move it. The worker listened and informed me that I had 24 hours to take care of this. As you can imagine, this was just one mre reason to cry.

I called Red and left him some messages. He works with explosives so he has to keep his phone off a lot. And then I prayed, I prayed good and hard.

Later last night my Mom called after my sister read my post to her. She was going to be bring me money after she got done working. My sister was going to bring me a few groceries in the mid-morning, and between the two of them things were loking up for me and my sorry self.

The phone rang and it was our home-teacher. He'd called Red knowing it was his week off, to see when would be a good time to give a lesson. Red was on the ball enough to say "We don't really need a lesson, but we could use a favor and a gallon of milk." He explained the situation, and Brother Howell was right on top of things. His wife was running a few errands and would be back at eight with some milk and then he was going to come over.

Eight'o'clock came, so did he with the Elder's Quorum president who lives at the end of the block. And he brought me a gallon of milk. They worked my car out from where it was.

At 10:30 p.m. Red called and was coming home, for who knows how long, but long enough to help out. He carries cash and he has a work truck that he can use for private use, so he'll be able t get me to my credit union today.

Anyways I'm grateful Heavenly Father answers my prayers, I'm also grateful for my good family and ward members who made me feel better about life last night. I am grateful to know I'm never alone. Most of all I'm grateful for the good days!

Uuuggghhhh!

2009-01-27T13:29:00.001-08:00

Today I went to the gas station to fill up the pick up. The low fuel light was on so it was vital that I get gas. I swiped my card at the pump. It said "see cashier." I waited for the pump to reset. Tried again. Same thing. So I tried my other card. Same thing. I tired them both probably three times.

I went inside and thought I'd prepay. I asked the lady at the counter to check my card. She swiped it an said it had been reported stolen. STOLEN! It is my card with my name on it. She took the card and wouldn't give it back even thught she checked my I.D. Which has VOID punched in it because I'm waiting for this states license to come in the mail. Now I'm with out a debit, or credit card.

I got in the truck and called the bank. Appearantly they cancelled my cards with some sort of a block because important information about my account was stolen by a middle-man company. The cards are being sent but won't be here for seven to ten days. There is a credit union here in town that I could get money from if I had a license that didn't say VOID on it. What the HELL! I'm stuck here without any gas and I needed groceries like milk for my baby cause we aren't doing formula anymore and I can't do anything. I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday and the only vehicle with any gas is my car that's stuck on the street, cause the snow is so deep around it.

My week is pretty much goone to crap. I really feel alone, and ridiculous. My "low fuel" light is still on and I don't ever carry cash so it's going to be a rough few days till I figure something out. If you have any advice feel free to send it my way.

Here's some tidbit's about my weekend/life.

2009-01-26T08:57:00.000-08:00

I'm hoping someone else out there can share there weekend woes with me. I don't like being alone.

The weekend started out great, just like any other weekend. My house was clean, which is so abnormal. My laundry was caught up, again abnormal. My husband was going to get a day at home before his time off, again abnormal.

We planned my babies first birthday party for the first of February. His birthday is on the seventh, but Red is supposed to work. I already ordered cake, and balloons, cause I was trying to be efficient and plan ahead. When Red came home, he filled me in on the fact that his work is super-crazy-busy, and he has to work his week off. I shouldn't cmplain when the rest of the counrty is looking for work and we have extra, but five weeks with my baby and not really any relief seems a bit daunting.

I talked to my sister who is super organized and more on the ball than I'll ever be, and she was wondering if the same Sunday the birthday party was on was the same Sunday as the Super-Bowl. If I was married to any ther man besides Red I would have probably knwon that when I planned the party, and made invitations. But, here's a fact, Red is the one man on this earth who has no interest or passion for any organized sport whatsoever. I was glad my sister brought this up. Why would I be glad? I live in another state than all the family I invited, just an hour away. But, I'd feel bad to have everyone think they need to spend a relaxing Super-Bowl Sunday driving and doing a baby birthday party, because you know, they are super exciting.

Red and I did some damage control and called those we invited and let them know of the change of plans, because now he can get someone he works with to cover for him for the evening of our babies real birthday. Lucky for us this woked out, we only had a few kinks.

Sunday morning, Red left for work at 2:30 a.m. I stayed in bed till 7. I got up got ready for church, and looked out the window, we had about 4 inches of snow. Yipee! The car was parked outside of the garage and the truck was parked inside. We've had great weather so I've been driving the car lately. I went and switched the carseat, coats, and other things to the truck. I live at the top of a hill and this state doesn't believe in plowing or salting the roads, they don't do a thing. When it's snowy I always take the truck. Red drives his work truck, and we both have 4x4. I backed the car out of the driveway, and I got stuck in the middle of the road, just kitty-crner from my house. I worked on it for about fifteen minutes. My neighbors across the street just watched, nice neighbors huh? I went back and called Red crying cause I wasn't sure what to do. I can't just leave my car in the middle of the road. He called my uncle for help. He lives on the other side of town, it took him about fifteen minutes to get to my house. At this point I'm late for church, and I haven't called anyone to let them know. Which means my class has to go with someone else.

In the meantime, while I was waiting for my uncle to come I was getting Rowdy ready for church, I was ont he phone and walking out of his bedroom and I whacked his little head on the doorway. I burst into another balling fit. At this point I'm feeling like nothing but a failure. My day was going from bad to worse.

My uncle came and moved my car. I started balling when I saw him pull up. Funny thing abut this pregnancy, when I start crying I am usually on the verge of tears the rest of the day. So, I cried the whole way to church and I held back tears the rest of the day. I came home and got Rowdy put down for a nap made some cookies to take to my aunt and uncles house and crashed myself. The rest of the day I didn't really dare to do much.

I'm glad this is the start of a new week. My anniversary is on Saturday, 5 years! I'll probably be spending it alone, because Red is wrking this week, remember, it's supposed to be his week off. Hopefully I'll get to see him sometime. And hopefully I can shake this "down in the dumps" feeling.

Happy One Year Bloggiversary To Me!

2009-01-22T09:23:00.000-08:00

Well guys, it's been a year you've all put up with me.

Technically just over a year.

I started this blog January 17th 2008.

To my surprise, I've actually kept up with it.

Thanks for stickin' it out with me!

And cheer's to hopefully one more year!

My Craving For The Day Is....

2009-01-21T11:05:00.001-08:00

Yup! You guessed it... A Starbuck's Green-Tea Frappucino.

Have you had your's today?

Hmm.. Maybe his name should have been 'Danger'

2009-01-20T08:56:00.000-08:00

Maybe the last few weeks are a simple preview of my life and what's to come.

In the last two and a half weeks this boy has done the following:

-Smashed his finger backwards in a drawer, which resulted ina trip to the E.R.

-Fell on a door stop, which cut his lipfrom front to back and a small cut in his gums

-Ate magnets, which means I get to dig through his poop

-Fallen off the high side of the couch

-Swallowed Jet Dry

Sometimes I catch myself wondering if it would be any different if he were a girl.

"Man-Signals"

2009-01-17T21:39:00.000-08:00

Let me begin with my story. Last night Red (My husbands new name, which he shall be known here on out) was home for the evening from business. We made dinner together, cleaned up, he bathed Rowdy and got him snug in his bed, and I wasn't quite as tired as most normal nights since I had more help than a nrmal night around here.

I sat infront of the couch, because I love to sit on the floor in front of my couch. Next time I'll just buy a wall. Anyhow, Red came over, sat behind me on the couch, he likes to sit on the couch, he started giving me a back rub. Oh, Ooh, did my ever pregnant back need a back rub. Have I ever mentioned Red gives REALLY great backrubs? Well, he started to slow down, almost like he was going to stop, I shifted and showed him another problem of my ever pregnant ever painful back. He rubbed a little bit more, squoze a boob and continued to rub my back for another good long while. He started to stop, and I let him know there was another problem area.

I was literally in heaven. My back hasn't felt so nice in weeks. All my kinks were slowly being worked out. And then he stopped, sighed a big old sigh, and announced "I'm going to bed, you're ignoring all my Man-Signals." and with that he walked down the hall.

WHAT!! You mean he wasn't rubbing my back because I am carrying his second baby while caring for and nurturing his first? He wasn't rubbing my back because he felt sorry I'm pregnant and I'm probably going to get more stretch marks!? He didn't give Rowdy a bath and get him to bed early because he felt so bad for me for having to do that most nights all on my own, and wanted me to have a break? He didn't help me with dinner and the dishes, because he knows my feet get sore by 5 p.m.? Those were all MAN-SIGNALS for sex?

How could this be possible that I didn't read the MAN-SIGNALS all night? That he was really were buttering me up for some passion between the bed sheets? Is my brain really pregnant cloudy mush?

And get this, when I tried to play it cool, like I'm a regular Rico-Suave, he read right through me.

What's a girl to do? Tell me, would you have made my same mistake? Would you have been smarter than me? Would you have understod Red and known his outgoing signals? Please, I'm very interested to hear?

I offered to give him a back rub....with his shirt off.

My life as an oil field wife.

2009-01-16T00:11:00.000-08:00

Alright kids, I'm going to get a bit personal about myself and my life. Yes, I have a serious side and a life.

Do you remember being a kid and dreaming about being a forest ranger, a zoo-keeper, or a magician's assistant. Yeah, I had all those ambitions too. I used to day dream about being somebody big when I was a girl. I also used to dream I was going to marry a British spy who was also a proffesional motorcycle racer.

Life changes, God gives you directions you would never imagine for yourself.

I married a plumber who happens to be a redhead, and owns a pick up. We were really content with our life and then one day his mind started to wander. He had these nagging thoughts, and no, they weren't me. He felt compelled to go in an entirely different direction. Then by chance an uncle mentioned working in the oil fields. We listened and went on with our lives. Then my redheaded groom let me know that this thought had been plaguing him for months. We had tons of long, hard, good and bad discussions about this proposed change.

That was in the early summer of 2006. And in the spring of 2007 my red-headed groom and I decided it was time to make the change, we decided together. Were we scared?
Heck Yes we were!

After nine years in his career, he quit being a plumber. Plumbing was a relatively safe job, we saw each other every night, and we woke up together every morning. We grew pretty routine with our lives.

Next, we took each other by the hands and turned the sharpest turn we could take on the path of our life.

There were lots of tears, and an entire year living not only apart. but living in two different states. My red-headed groom had gotten himself an apartment, and he lived two and half hours away. He worked crazy and unpredictable hours, so going to visit wasn't really a guarantee that I would see him. He got trained to work with very large equipment, very large trucks, and very dangerous explosives.

I stayed at our home and worked and continued my schooling. I took care of our dogs, I did all of the lawn maintenance, I cared for our home and I carried our child without complaint because we chose this path together. I stayed alone two thirds of the time, because my red-headed groom was gone that much. He came home every three weeks and we started the whole process again. There were lots of sleepless nights, and lots of tears and lots of worry. There was also lots of pride when my groom would reach his next goal and accomplish the things that didn't come easy for him. We shared lots of milestones and congratulations as we both wrked towards our seperate lives.

I carried our first baby and he missed two thirds of that. Two thirds that neither of us will ever be able to experience together again. But, he was there when it mattered. He was there when our first baby was born.

We moved, because it was the best thing to do for our new family. It was the hardest thing anyone in my lifetime has ever asked me to do. My family are the best friends this life has given to me. And I had to make the choice to be away from them. I had to choose to raise my baby away from his Grandparents and from his cousins. Do I regret that choice, sometimes I do. Sometimes I feel like I could pack it all in go back to my support system.

I have had to grow up. I learned how tough I have to be, is it fair? Not always. I think I took a lot for granted back in those days of plumbing, where my redhead was around to do things big and small. When he isn't around it's just me, and I can feel very inadequate at times. We moved to this crazy state, we get to see a lot more of each other than we did. I know its what's best for our little family. We both left what was familiar and comfortable.

Sometimes the best isn't the easiest. Sometimes, what's best takes nothing but pure determination. Sometimes I don't like what's best. But, I try not to complain because we chose this path.

And then my redhead pulls up in his pick-up. He comes inside and that is what's best. My baby and I are no longer missing what makes us whole. We are complete, and that's what's best. And we don't complain because there isn't much to complain about and that's the best.

I might not have grown up to marry a bull-rider, or own my own river rafting tour company, but I have this redhead that has given me his heart, and I have given him mine. I've also sacrificed for him in ways that I don't think anyone would fully understand. I'm not sure if he will ever fully understand what it took for me. I don't know if my children will ever know the kind of committment I have to their father to take this journey with him.

This path could very well make me wrinkle before I'm supposed t be wrinkly. I'll probably go grey ahead of my time, and that's okay. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I get to have that opportunity every third week.

Take away from this what you will, but let me assure you. I am happy. My life is good. Maybe a bit different, but who's isn't?

Now please tell me I'm not alone. Tell me I'm not the only one who's dreams are different than those of my little girl hood. How has your path curved? When did it go left where yu thought it should go right? Where is God directing you? Or did you end up taking the exact path you always knew you would?

Back With Good Intentions

2009-01-14T18:47:00.000-08:00

Alright, let me tell you how much I enjoyed my blogging break. I feel great about it! Every once in a while it's nice to go, and not let this blog of mine be a concern. But, alas my break is over.

I hope all of you had a good Christmas and New Year's. Our's was good.

This is the only picture where Rowdy looks like he is slightly cncerned about the camera on Christmas morning. Frankly, all his new toys were way more exciting than posing for mom with the camera.

This has been fun. With this cold weather the wildlife come down lower where they'll find more vegetation. I took this picture from my bedroom window. They have been coming around every evening. Tally loves it. She gets all ferocious, and it makes my husband squirm, because we had to go and buy a house in the city limits, so it does no good to even try to track these guys.

We've settled right back into post holiday life around here. And this little nut is silly as ever. He is getting really funny. I can't even believe his birthday is coming up soon.

Are we really qualified to be parents? Wait don't answer that.

And some of the exciting news was I got to have my funnest sister-in-law ever come and stay for a few days. And even better she took the last puppy with her. Bonus!

Now we are officially a puppy free home. Yay! Now, I am getting to the things I have really been wanting to get to. Our guest bedrom has been stripped and is in the process of being remodeled. We are refinishing the ceilings, putting up new trim and new doors. I'll post a picture when all is said and done. I am the most excited to start having color in this way-to-white house of mine.

It's that time and it tugs at my heart strings.

2008-12-19T11:20:00.000-08:00

It's that time..

These puppies are getting big enough that they are ready to move from my home. THis might sound cheesy but I know Tally, and I know it's going to break her little heart, but life goes on and time will heal her broken heart.

This is one of the twins and she is so darling.

This is the big bertha of the litter. She is also darling.

If you know of anyone looking for a puppy they'll be ready for their new homes next week.

You can contact me at cliffhangerse1188@msn.com or you can check out my ad on ksl.
http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=218&ad=5125073&cat=105&lpid=1

If Only.

2008-12-17T20:55:00.001-08:00

Some days are good, and some days are bad.

I have my fair share of each.

I have those days where I wish I could sleep the day away.

I have those days where I'm amazed at the things I've accomplished.

I have my good, my bad, and my ugly.

Then I have those days where I think "If only I had her life"

Today is one of those days.

And the stockings were hung..

2008-12-15T21:12:00.001-08:00

by the chimney with care....

Our first Christmas together I decided to make my husband and I's stockings. I made the pattern, I'm sure with my crafty families help, and then I completed my projects. I got them embroidered front and back with our names and with "Mom and Dad."

This year I got to add to our family, which means dusting off my crafty juices and putting them to use. I can be crafty, but lately its just not been a priority.

However, I have a small problem, on the new stocking I made the tree with buttons and a larger yellow button for the star. Then today when I was at the Walmart I saw these cute star buttons. My husband likes them, my baby is oblivious when I ask his opinion, Tally wags her tail for either button, they're kind of treat-like, Scooter only alters her ears when I ask her. Everyone I live with is no help.

Here is the stocking with the gold star button over the yellow button, (it's already sewn on.)

And here is the stocking with the yellow button.

I need opinions because I don't do well when it comes to making decisions. What do you think?

Be honest, I like them both. Changing it, or leaving it the way it is, is not an issue. Thanks fr the help!!

Tonight I feel guilty

2008-12-14T21:56:00.000-08:00

We got a new wood burning stove, and its a super nice addition to our home.

My hubby has a slight obsession with this stove, maybe its hereditary, but Rowdy has also become fascinated.

The stove sits on a brick platform in the corner of the living room.

We've really kept after Rowdy for touching or climbing on the bricks.

The things we've tried...

Saying no loudly
Pulling him away and distracting him with something else
Smacking his hand and saying "NO"

Well Rowdy is really fast, and there was a fire burning away in the stove, and I had to pee, so I got up to pee and when I was done I came back and guess what?.....

Rowdy had climbed on the bricks and was headed for the stove! Instead of snapping a picture and later blogging about it I picked up my baby and spanked his butt. We had drama for quite a while. What a rough day for him.

Now I feel guilty because this is the first time he's gotten spanked. I'm not quite sure how else to get the point across that will let him know how serious it is.

I'm sure the guilt will go away.

Any advice from you other mom's and not-yet-mom's out there?

Do you ever get that look?

2008-12-10T08:18:00.000-08:00

You know, the one where you look like a deer in the headlights.

A couple of nights ago we were winding down for the night. Just having conversational chit chat with each other. Rowdy was wearing us both out. I was addressing Christmas cards or something equally exciting. My husband was building a fire in the fire place, which by the way is his latest obsession.

I looked up from my unexciting task at hand and said "Hey husband, Rowdy got you a really cute Christmas present this year. It's small but I think you'll like it."

I got that look followed by an immediate "Uuuhhh, hey, do you know where that list you wrote for me went?" He started looking around the room trying to look calm, but you can totally tell when a mans mind is a bit frantic.

I love my husband, and as much as I love him and respect him, I would never want to trade brains with him.

Today I am glad I am not a man. Especially my husband, whom I love to pieces.

Christmas Tags!

2008-12-08T10:23:00.000-08:00

I was tagged by a few of my bloggy friends So here you have it.

Christmas Tag
1. Wrapping paper or gift bag? Wrapping paper
2. When do you put the tree up? The weekend after Thanksgiving
3. When do you take the tree down? Hopefully between Christmas and New Year’s
4. Eggnog?? Yup! Mixed with a little sprite or milk or just the way it is
5. Favorite gift received as a child? We had a very generous Santa. My mom will laugh...It was a big wheel scooter, do you remember those? And even better my mom will probably be the only one to know why!
6. Hardest person to buy for?? My Sister!! I have her and her husbands name this year and she has been absolutely no help
7. Easiest person to buy for? Me. This might not work in some marriages, but it works in mine. I buy myself a few nice things, and tell my husband to wrap them for me, and he does. That’s why we’re great together.
8. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes.
9. Mail or email Christmas cards? Christmas cards with a family picture every year. And a small argument about the picture.
10. Worst Christmas gift ever received? If I did get a bad one it must not have been that bad cause I don’t remember.
11. Favorite Christmas movie? The Classic Christmas Story with Ralphy
12. When do you start shopping for Christmas? When I see something that will make a good Christmas gift.
13. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Hhhmmmm....Not that I remember.
14. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? My mom’s homemade twix bars, only she gives them all away and gets mad when we eat them before she’s gifted them.
15. Lights on the tree? Yup. This year they are white, it just depends on what strands we pull out first.
16. Favorite Christmas song? Away in a manger.
17. Least favorite Christmas song? Feliz Navidad, ‘specially when my mom used to sing it to us in the van.....
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? We’ll stay home in the morning to do our own thing, then maybe we’ll travel.
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? You betcha!! I say them to Rowdy and one day he’ll feel the same way about me singing to him like I did about my mom singing to us.
20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? We’ll let Rowdy open his pj’s and slippers.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Lines in the stores.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Ornaments with memories. We buy a new ornament every year, that represents something about that same year.
24. Favorite Christmas dinner? My mom’s potato salad.
25. What do you want for Christmas this year? I tell this to my husband every year, and his response is always “Can’t you just make me a list?” Thought & Effort!

ANOTHER TAG!
These are a few of my favorite things.....

Five favorite treats during the holidays:
1. My moms twix bars
2. Carmels (Only homemade)
3. Peppermint ice cream
4. My mom’s divinity
5. Toffee

Five favorite Christmas movies:
1. The Christmas Story
2. Christmas Vacation
3. The Santa Clause
4. Merry Christmas Charlie Brown
5. Miracle on 34th street

Five Traditions during the holidays:
1. Making and decorating sugar cookies
2. Christmas music
3. Christmas Eve Pajamas
4. Decorating the tree with a Christmas movie on
5. Getting a family picture taken for our Christmas cards

The people I tag for sure...Ashley, Blackeyed Sue, Alice, Rookie, Heidi my sis, Car mom, Wemdu, And anyone else who likes to play!

Welcome. I'm happy to have you.

2008-12-04T12:35:00.000-08:00

Aaahhh welcome to my home. The first thing you might notice is how white all the walls are. I promise you I am not in love with them either, I am making color decisions....I'm a really poor decision maker. Anyways this is what you'll see when you come to the front door.

Half way up the stairs I turned around and took this shot. That's what you'll see when you look to the right.

Yup. A giant basket to put your shoes in. Why, you might ask would I have a giant basket to put your shoes in? My sister told me about the basket and the idea when I moved into my first house, and I was really protective of my nice new light colored carpet. Now, its because I have an infant who loves to crawl over the carpet, and he puts his hands in his mouth no less than 4,826 times a day. I counted.

I do try to say this in the nicest way possible, I even tried to cute-sy it up. However if you don't OBEY the sign I will remember who you are, and chances are I will visit your house one day, and I'll do something to get you back.....Like say, put your toothbrush in your toilet, so I feel better about my baby putting your shoe germs in his mouth. Plus, I'm somewhat close to having another infant and if I have two infants on my carpet your shoes could very well put me in the loony bin.

Okay, maybe I'm not that passive aggressive, but you'll really bother me. I promise.

Moving on... Sorry I have a tendency to go off on tangents.

Here is a look down the hallway. Trust me it really isn't that long.

This is the main bathroom. Only it's not my main bathroom, because you see mine is in my bedroom and it has a straightener in the sink, a blow dryer on the floor, hairspray on the counter tops, and probably my bath towels flung over the shower bar, and quite frankly that's just not space I'm ready to share with the public...Unless your going to pee your pants.

This is another view, the only difference is you can see the shower curtain.

And, now we take a turn into my baby's room. It's not very decorated, because I'm going to have another baby and they are going to share rooms, I procrastinated way to long to decorate and make paint decisions, and now I'm pregnant again so I get to wait even longer....That's good for me.

This is the view from in front of his closet. Not much different.

Yet, another view only now we are on the way out.... Oh, by the way reading is really important to us.

Now we are in my bedroom.I need ideas for what to put up above my bed, It's so bare and it taunts me every day I go in there, and the bare space shouts to me "Please cover me up!!" If you've got any great ideas please let me know. That dog bed has quite a funny story with it. when I'm out of things to blog about, I'll share that story. It's been bare since the first of November. I'm sure it misses Tally as much as she misses it. Who wouldn't miss a real feather bed, and no I'm not kidding.

This is the view from the door. This is my husbands side of the bed, look at how neat he keeps his night stand. He bugs me. Let me tell you about my love for my duvet. First you buy your feather or down comforter inside thingy I'll try to remember what it's really called, next you zip on down to Ikea and get yourselves a cover or two. We have three. Next you get rid of all your top sheets and blankets. Then, you sleep under said duvet, and you stay warmer and cozier than you ever have before. Every morning you wake up and you feel like a queen. And when its time to wash your sheets you just slip off the cover like a pillow case and wash it with your regular sheets. It saves an laundry and comfort. If you ever learn anything from me please learn this.

We converted three years ago, and I'm never going back!

Drum roll please....

Last but not least our closets. Everyone take a guess who the A-Type person in the family would be.

His closet.

Her closet.

Go ahead guess....

Please don't ask me why I'm weird about having shoes on my carpet, even though I have two indoor dogs. I'm allowed to be OCD somewhere in my life, because I don't eat the food on my plate one serving at a time, and I just pop all the m&m's into my mouth without color coding them or putting them in rainbow order.

I'll get to more when I have more time. I do have a kitchen, family room and a basement.

Look Who's Walking.....

2008-12-02T13:20:00.001-08:00

I sure hope you didn't guess my baby, because then quite frankly, he wouldn't be a baby any more. Really, that's alright because I have another one up and coming. It just stinks when you guess wrong, that's the real reason why I hope you didn't guess my baby.

Nope, he is perfectly content to have wobbly legs, and crawl like he's got real horsepower. That's for you women that have men who are obsessed with pick-ups and the torque, horsepower, suspension, and all other great and fabulous things otherwise known as FORD (again another story for another time).

These gals have been walking for about a week now, and these pictures were taken about a week ago.

Had I put them up a week ago I wouldn't be fashionably late, the way most of you know me, and then you all might get some crazy expectations.

Their little legs were pretty wobbly, but they're getting stronger, and they are causing more trouble.

Next week I'll put up this weeks picture and you'll be able to see how big they were this week, which will then be next week, making it last week.

I love these girls, and I'm trying really hard not to want to keep one. It's torture for a dog lover. Yes, I'm the dog lover around here. It's a hopeless cause and my husband is a very patient man, just for the record.

Staring the week with some big news

2008-12-01T10:40:00.000-08:00

Alrighty, some of you might have guessed it. That's right, we're getting ready for baby boy #2. Yep, we already know he's a boy.

Let me start from the beginning. Rowdy was just sixish-sevenish months old and I woke up one night with the worst case of dry feet you have ever experienced. A sensation that I haven't felt since I was pregnant. The thought crossed my mind and I knew I needed a pregnancy test.

I took the test and low-and-behold it was so positive, so I took two more....Why was I so surprised? Well, for starters I have
P.C.O.S. A condition that requires help to conceive a baby. With Rowdy we tried for nearly eighteen months, we had a lot of tears and a lot of frustration, and a lot of fun (if you know what I mean).

So this go around, we decided that birth control was just something extra to worry about. Boy were we ever wrong. Trying to get pregnant the first time I had to take a monthly medley of three different medications and that was lasted forever long. We also had to make a commitment to not go on vacation, take ovulation tests, and buckle down and be serious. Since my doctor wasn't in favor of us wasting his time and going back and forth on whether or not we really wanted a baby. So, when we started treatment, we had to schedule our lives around it for eighteen months. Not so much fun, but we got what we wanted out of it in the end.

Of course we would think that we wouldn't need to do birth control. But as luck would have it I was breast feeding and my body was making hormones that my body normally is very deficient in. So with my hormones all haywire my body decided that she's still in baby making mode, since hormones are what we needed to get our first baby.

Let me just say I really wanted more space between children, because I am not that much of a woman to handle a newborn and a fourteen month old. Anyhow I have to suck up my plans once again (That's another story for another time). I wasn't thrilled but as time has passed I've gotten better and better with the idea.

As with our last baby we waited extra long to tell all of our family, and friends. So now it out and all of you my blogging buddies know. Wheww!

I'm just going to throw this out there....you all may have think that I run late now, just you wait. You don't even know the meaning of late yet!

For more on P.C.O.S check this out- http://women.webmd.com/tc/polycystic-ovary-syndrome-pcos-topic-overview

A little blurb

2008-11-29T10:43:00.000-08:00

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.

I'm taking the rest of this week off and I'll be back in the full swing of things come Monday.

I have quite a bit to talk about, so once its Monday and you are bored out of your mind feel free to check back in with me.

Have fun getting all your holiday stuff out.

That's what my man and I are doing today!

I need ideas!

2008-11-23T15:43:00.000-08:00

I've been posting way more than my usual norm. This post is because I can tell that I am slowly on the way to running out of ideas.

If you have any good ones let me know. I am totally happy to let you peek into my life. I have nothing to hide. I'm not ready to go into bloggy retirement just yet.

Thanks!

I only hope and pray

2008-11-20T11:33:00.000-08:00

I've been really relaxed with Tally, because you see, she's had four babies recently, she currently is lactating for four babies, and she technically is eating to support five.

I've been really nice to her, nice because in six short weeks I'll be selling her babies for money, this saddens me, because my heart breaks for her. She is such a good sweet mama and I know her little heart will break. I've let her sleep on the couch and really live up to the whole "lap dog" title. I give her an extra treat here and there. I've even gone as far as giving her a piece of cheese now and then just for the hell of it, really it more for my own guilt.

I'm totally going to have to un-spoil her when these puppies go.

One of the reasons I feel so bad for her is because:

Her nipples look like this!!!!

I can only hope and pray that when I am done having kids and nursing babies, neither of my nipples will look a thing like those!!!! Please someone reassure me that nipples don't go that haywire after all your babies are done with you.

I really don't want to have nipple nightmares!

YIKES!

He's Baaaack!

2008-11-19T17:02:00.000-08:00

My little dude is 100% back. He's been doing just fine today, causing trouble with the night light in the hallway that is oh so tempting to him. Chasing Scooter every time she lays down and gets comfortable.

And most of all getting himself into "pickles," that's right my little guy is notorious for getting to places where ha can't figure how to get down. We do this one all day long. He gets up and stays up till he wants down (twenty minutes or so) or is to tired to hang on anymore. An I have to try to help him work his way down.

It's getting old very fast. Any ideas?

Oh yeah, by the way I have a real live late night date on Saturday night. If anyone is up for the challenge (and I do mean "challenge") I would love to have a baby sitter.

Any offers?