Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter Sunday

These are our Easter pictures from yesterday and as you can see they also double as pictures for "My Monday Belly Pictures".  We had a great and busy Easter Sunday.  We started the morning with digging into Easter baskets, an egg hunt around the house (it had been raining and was too wet outside) and a quick breakfast before getting all dolled up in Easter attire and heading to church.  It was a great service.  My favorite part was actually admiring everyone's Easter dressy, dress-up.  The ladies all looked special, little girls are all dressed up in flowy dresses and cute spring hats, little boys with their nice button downs and sweater vest (much like my little man) and like my husband, all the men looking very Dapper-Dan in colorful spring shirts and ties.  Don't worry, the service yesterday didn't fall on deaf ears.  It was a powerful message, but it was the praise and worship team that got me good with our music and brought to tears at one point.  After church we headed to Jeremy's grandparents house for a late lunch with the family. It was a long day but the kids had such a great day and although they went to bed with somewhat of a sugar high, Jeremy and I got them laid down and were ready for bed ourselves!

Just as an f.y.i  my hair was still wet from my shower. 


Happy Easter everyone.  Hope it was as good as ours was and again, I hope the reason for season wasn't far from your hearts.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Spring is the air!

Reese finally got to plant her flowers today after receiving this garden set for Christmas!

And Logan with his newly planted flowers and carrots

Snack Time!!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Me wrong? No way...okay maybe, just maybe

I have many, many flaws, faults, places that need major improvement.  My biggest of these is probably that I don't always flush after I pee.  And there ya have it sport fans, my dirty laundry airing out for everyone to read.  Anyway, if you don't believe that than you might be interested in some of my stronger points.  I only have two:  I don't get jealous very easily, if at all really, and when I'm wrong I admit it.  But in the last few days I've come to realize that maybe I've been wrong about something for awhile and didn't, maybe couldn't admit it until just now.

 It's hard to know where to begin.  For me, the story probably starts this past week when I decided to give Jeremy the ole silent treatment.  And this was a good one too, lasting 2 straight days.  Oh, I was in it to win it this time.  I had, had enough of his crap but instead of talking about it, which I knew would just be a waste of perfectly good time otherwise spent, I just ignored him completely.  You know it works ladies, don't act like you've never tried this approach to grab his attention before.  And we all know that often times it works wonders.  It worked alright...on me

  So for me, the "problem" I've been having with Jeremy is his time management skills.  You see, my husband has started a new job and it requires for the next month or so quite a bit of his time.  He is working 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.  And I know that he could very easily be working 7 days.  I knew what to expect before hand and I knew that I really needed to be patient with Jeremy.  But just 3 weeks into his new job, I begin to lose it.  I can't change his work schedule but I've been told, promised even that it's going to get better.  But what I really can't stand anymore is the way he seems to spend what little time he has off work.  Now to be fair, his days off during the last 2 weeks were spent getting things done around the house that only he could do.  He has done a very good job of being productive on his one and only day off.  But those days too have there draw backs.  Because he's so busy running errands around town or doing all the heavy lifting around the house, there really hasn't been any down time, us time.  So when he gets home from work that's really our only time to talk or connect.  For Jeremy, his time off work is also his relax and unwind time.  Understandable, I totally get it.  But I need more than 20-30 min of his time.  He likes to talk while he undresses, showers and while he eats a late supper.  Then off to the basement he goes to watch TV and unwind.  Well at this point, it's well after 10pm and I just can not stay up any longer to watch crappy T.V.  So, he's downstairs and I'm in the bed by myself.  Night after night, and now we have set a routine.  Not to mention the fact that I get up with the kids to start the day, while he sleeps in and gets up only to get ready for another long day at work and again he leaves me and the kids a whole half an hour, 45 mins to spend with him.  So at this point is where I begin to have a pity party for myself.  For awhile it seemed fun.  I did a lot of complementing myself. "I keep the house clean, I unpack and put the house together meanwhile I'm raising the kids, I do all the grocery shopping, I take care of the paying the bills, I go to bed by myself every night, I get up with the kids in the middle of the night, I get up with kids in the morning, I, I, I, I, I, me, me, me....." Yeah, for awhile it was fun all alone on my high horse, tooting my own horn... super. fun.

 The next thing I know, it hits me hard.  Like the time I didn't catch that softball in gym class. That bad boy smacked me right in the forehead, left a knot for days. 

  If I didn't have Jeremy, I wouldn't have a house to clean, kids to raise, a family to buy groceries for.  In fact, if it weren't for many people in my life, I wouldn't have any of those things that I took all credit for making or keeping.  And I nor any of the wonderful people that are in my family and group of amazing friends wouldn't be here if it weren't God.  So, while I can't control how crappy of a day Jeremy has at work, I can control how relaxed and happy his home setting is.  And Jeremy can't even begin to try to meet any of my needs if I'm constantly angry for the things that neither of us can control.  I also realized that maybe my husband might  actually want to make more time for us if I told him every once in a blue moon "Thank You for working so hard, I'm proud of you honey".  Maybe, just maybe I'm only getting out of this marriage, what I've been putting in.  Wow, I've been a real jerk.  That's real hard for me to admit.  I've been sitting on my high horse talking and pointing out how giving and selfless I am and then I realize, about the only thing I'm showing is my rear.  So while times are a bit difficult for us right now with schedules and getting in quality time, I'm going to remain content with my life right now.  I'm learning to be satisfied with what I have...which is more than I deserve.

 "Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content."
Philippians 4:11

Monday, April 11, 2011

30 weeks. And the countdown begins!

Okay, so needless to say I'm being a bit brave to post this.  Well, I won't deny that my stretch marks show.  However, this picture honesty holds nooo justice to the real thing and I think that's why I'm okay with posting it.  I thought otherwise it was a cute pic and some of you might appreciate it.  Actually, everyone better appreciate it!!   Baby and I are at 30 weeks today, only 10 more to go!  Wow, it feels like it'll be here sooner rather than later.  I say that now and then tonight at 2am when I get up to pee for what feels like the 20th time since 9pm, I'll be singing a whole other tune. 

 The worst part about the peeing 80 billion times a day, isn't really how often I go.  The worst part is the the anti-climatic build up to it.  I always, always feels like I'm going to explode if I don't right then and there but, then once I actually manage to get my big butt settled on the potty to pee...tinkle, drip, done.  Whenever I'm racing to the lue, I always have a mental picture of one of those fire hydrants that's been turned on from the side of the road and what it really ends up being more like, is a slow drip of a leaky faucet.  Guess it comes with the job, just the way that it goes.

Saturday, April 9, 2011


So I'm not sure why it happened today or even why it happened at all.  But when I was brushing my teeth this morning, I remembered a conversation I had with my sister in law about a week ago.  She's doing a project on Facebook where she post a new song everyday for a month.  Each holds a title, like "favorite song", "least favorite", "song that reminds you of some one, some where" etc.  When I asked what were some of the other themes she began to read them off and when she stated "song that played at your wedding or song you wished played at your wedding" we began to exchange our thoughts.  So I tell her, that honestly if I could do it all over again, I would have played Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley during our first dance.  Do you know what she responded with?  "Ohh, is that the chick from Fleetwood Mac?"  Me: "Yes Nichole!"  Nichole:  "Yeah, I don't really care for ol Stevie, I can't get into Fleetwood Mac"  Me: Silence.  All I could hear was the sound of my heart breaking and my mind exploding.  WHAT?!!  Who the, where, WHAT?!  I mean, REALLY?  Talk about the world coming to an end and me getting old.  We're talking about classic rock n roll.  It's Stevie freaking Nicks!!  How do you not appreciate classics like Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, just to mention a few.  I guess the hurt went a bit deeper than I realized because like I said, this is all I could think about while brushing my teeth this morning.  Feel free to visit her on Facebook or at her very own blog...http// and give her a good tongue lashing for "not caring for" the very songs of our early childhood. 

That being said, here's a pic I took last night which has nothing to do with the classic rock but is however a classic thing to do with your drink when you have no bed side table on your side of the bed, but you do have the convenience of a 7 month old fetus enlarging your uterus.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Week 29=My squash

Soooo, I might be smiling in this picture but, after seeing it, I'm frowning.  Sadly this was the best picture that I had.  So here's to me..."Fat Face" there I said so you don't have too.   Anywho, I may look 39 weeks but I'm only 29 today.  The baby moves and twirls, kicks, shimmies, shakes and I'm pretty sure it's doing Zumba in there as well.  It's more fun sometimes to just watch my belly as the baby moves rather than try to feel it.  I'm still feeling pretty good.  I get tired in the afternoons like I did early on and I often indulge in a nap while the kids are having nap/quiet time.  The baby now weighs somewhere between 2.5-3.8 lbs. and is about 15.2-16.7 in. in length.  During month 7, the baby is equivalent in size to a squash.  When I look down at my belly, that seems about right.  I'm feeling the weight more and more.  My gait has also changed to more of a waddle.  I think that has a lot to do with my pelvic bones widening to prepare for labor.  Although it hurts, I hope it makes labor a little less painful and a whole lot quicker!!  Well, it's about that time of the day again where I sneak a Little Debbie snack from the pantry and retire to my room for a short siesta! 

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I'm not as dumb as I write

So upon reading others blogs lately, I've made an important discovery...I'm an idiot.  I want for my readers to get the same satisfaction that I do when reading everybody elses.  Instead, my readers come to conclusion that "she did not graduate from a 4 year university.  And although I in fact did not, I did go to school and I did earn two degree's.  And there is no reason for such a limited amount of skill.  I once excelled in my English glasses and often kept peices that I wrote because well, they earned me high marks and I was proud of them.  So what's my problem now?!  I want my post to be both interesting AND entertaining.  Just because I'm a stay at home mother shouldn't limit my content nor the ability to make even the post about my kids more entertaining...note to self, invest in a thesaurus.  Not only are my blogs totally boring and written like that of a 6 grader (at best), but I don't even take the time to make my fonts or templates fun.  It's time for a blog make-over.  While I'm really not all that creative, I'm going to start there anyway because making my post more enjoyable and thoughtful is going to be a work in progress.  I may not be the sharpest pencil in the box, but I refuse to wear a shirt that says so.  So, here we go kids.  If I haven't already lost you as a reader, it's time for you to get your popcorn poppin', sip on your cola and hunker down for bigger words, wittier comments and either a post that makes you think about it for a little while, laugh, relate to, or even perhaps shed a tear.

P.S  Okay, so maybe not tomorrow.  It's a "My Monday" post day and it will probably consist of the same pregnancy update as usual.  But, I'm working on it, PROMISE!  And if anyone knows how I can get more options to use as templates, that would be super helpful!