Today.

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.

One of many.

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.

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

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.

"Man-Signals"

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.

Do you ever get that look?

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.

Yucky!

I was helping my hubby down stairs and I came up the stairs and this is what I saw...

I ran downstairs and I grabbed my hubby and the camera, and we snapped a few pics, and we chuckled to ourselves.

Then we said "What are you doing?"

Then I'm sure he thought "Dammit I'm caught red-handed!"

Disclaimer-all dog chow was taken out of his mouth, the mess was cleaned up and so was the baby....Let's all hope this crime isn't committed again.

I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again....So, i'll leave you with some random tidbits.

-This is how my baby is when he is awake, he usually has his mouth open and his toungue goes in and out like a lizard.


-He has pooped eight times in the last three days and i hav changed seven out of eight.

-I wonder what color his eyes will be, any ideas?


-I love a good fart! I always have and I always will.

-I spy with my little eye...... lassie in the tall branches of this tree!


-When I think of Dr. Pepper, I think YUMMO. Rock on Dr.Pepper lovers, Rock On!

-This is Cowboys goat, his name is Titus


-My car just went to Subaru Heaven, I had her for one month. Sad.

-This is my goat. his name is Senior Jorge The Mexican.


-I have followed a daytime soap opera for as long as I can remember, only my closest friends and family know this about me, and I will never reveal which one because I am deeply ashamed. If you ask me about it I will agree with you about how trashy daytime tv is and I will deny watching a soap till the day I die.

-I recently started taking Buckaroo for a walk every day...I know, I should have started exercising about a month ago.


-Posting three times in one day is a record for me.

-This is my first car wreck, my neck and back still haven't recovered.


-I love gas station nachos with extra jalepenos

-This was "Lassie" When she was a puppy, she is the best dog!


-I love pedicures

-"Lassie" really loves our baby.


-I say live, and let live.

-These three ladies are usually waiting for us every day when we go out for our walk.


-I am a chronic list maker.

-Look close, these two moms each have two nursing babies, I thought I had it bad.


-I just discovered I love nursing, I have even pondered the thought of nursing buckaroo until I get pregnant with another baby. That freaked Cowboy right out.

-Sometimes I think "Why Organic?" I want pesticides and I want preservatives and I want everything that doesn't have anything to do with wholesome goodness!

-Alrighty I will be back in just over a week, I will miss you all and I can't wait to catch up. Take care and ciao.

Who does he look like?

WARNING: This could quite possibly be offensive, viewer discretion is advised


I had a recent conversation with my mom and she said if I posted this people could/would/should think I am cruel and totally unusual to poke fun of my baby like I do.

Here is my disclaimer within a matter of just about 20 days my Lil' Buckaroo has chunked up 2 pounds, this is no big deal normally, but when your only 23 inches long it makes a big difference. His weight has gone to his cheeks and they are so much fun to kiss! Anyways, back to the matter he is also losing his hair in a male-pattern-baldness sort of a fashion. It is still growing and present on the sides and in the back. However, on the top it is disappearing faster than the glaciers from global warming.

Take a look, here is the man of the hour, you can kinda see his male pattern baldness and his cheeks are pretty puffy in this picture.


Now, answer me this. WHo does he resemble more?


Could it be Spencer W. Kimball (My mom's suggestion, she is way sweeter than me, I came up with the next ones all on my own)



Yoda, the Jedi Master




Or this sweet puppy that I will bring home to Cowboy when he least expects it and we can have a lassie repeat all over again(Long story I'll fill you all in someday).



Please do tell me your thoughts.....AM I a horrible mother, will I go to hell for my disturbing thoughts, who does my baby look like?