Thursday, December 23, 2010

GB and His Favorite Things

My Gabriel, my sweet, wonderful, charming Gabriel. What can I say about him?

Well, the first thing I can say is I wanted him VERY badly! Right after Carter was born I knew I wanted to do it all again. Jealous is the word I used a lot when reading about friends announcing their pregnancies. Yes, I am a weirdo, I had a baby, a newborn, and I still wanted another. As soon as we got the go ahead from the doc we started trying. Low and behold it happened fast and we were thrilled to learn our kids would be 15 months apart.

Crazy, right?! But it's exactly what we wanted.

So now that he is about to be 6 months old, on Christmas!, I thought it would be fitting to share what he loves these days. I could write an entirely different post on what I love about him. Well, I guess it comes down to one word - EVERYTHING! I am so in love with the kid it's sickening. But he's just so cute.

The boy does great in the car seat, whether it's in the car or not! The blanket is from Aunt Sue, thanks!

This magical, lovable creature helped him to finally sleep through the night and take great naps. Thanks Aunt Lor for this amazing gift! Doesn't he just look like a friend?!

Uncle Michael and Aunt Heidi actually bought this for CJ when they went to Disney. Gabe has taken it over and LOOOOVES it! Especially his tail.
(Yes, he is in a pink bib, but who cares?! Right?! It was Carter's and I'm too cheap to buy boy colored ones.)

Even if he is the monster at the end of the book, he's still lovable! Look at his smile! His wave! He's cute and Gabe adores him!

Bottle form (yes those were obviously Carter's as well!) and baby food.


This was his face when Marc's mom walked in to the kitchen during my photo shoot. He is likes this EVERY TIME he sees her. Sometimes it's hard to feed him if momma is in the room because he follows her with his eyes and smiles if she looks at him. It's precious.

He zooms around in this thing! And he maneuvers quite well too, even turns his head when backing up. He's hilarious!

Yes, I put myself, but how could I not? He crushes on me hardcore. HA! We're a pretty good match. I mean really, doesn't it just LOOK like he loves me?! HA!

(He does!)

He loves, loves, loves his big sister so, so much. He just thinks that CJ hung the moon. If she pays attention to him watch out, you can feel the sunshine coming off of him!!

I haven't been able to take a picture yet (1-because I am sleeping and 2-because it's cute and I don't want to interrupt) but in the mornings Marc feeds Gabe a bottle and watches Mike and Mike in the Morning. Just the two of them. My two boys!

I must note, it has taken me ALL MORNING to do this post because Gabey Baby has been something else! It's as if he knows I am writing about him and wants to prove everything I write wrong. Ey yi yi, kids! And I realize things aren't lined up, but it is what it is. Screaming kid and a blog that isn't working with me equals ugly post. C'est la vie!

Monday, December 20, 2010

Gooey - 5 Tears

Maybe it's Christmas, maybe it's moving, maybe it's a whole lot of stuff, but one thing I know is that I am happy. The gooey chocolate chip cookies straight out of the oven happy. I guess this blows up my last post and takes it to another level...I was sure to add the tear rating on this one though!

Do you ever have those moments where you hold your breath and think, "Wow, this is good. This thing I got going is REALLY good"? Well I have three VERY distinct moments from this weekend.

1. Marc set up a date night, well day really because we are parents and staying up late is just not possible anymore, for us this Saturday. Lined up babysitters, made reservations, and let me pick out the movie. As we were watching the previews I was overcome with joy. I don't know why in that setting I was moved, but I was. I was with my love, just my love, having an amazing time. And that was just the start of the date! The rest of the night (day) was fantastic. CJ even got to stay up late, so she was thrilled.

2. This one may not sound pleasant, but it was actually pretty funny and cute and is our life exactly. The Jets were playing the Steelers (both teams close to my family's heart) and the ending was pretty intense. Marc's brother and his wife came over with two of their kids, momma and poppa watched, as did Team Patrouch. Well towards the end of the game the Jets did something great or the Steelers did something bad, not sure which, but it was an exciting moment for all Jets fans. Well EVERYONE cheered and yelled and was very happy...except for our sweet Gabriel. The look on his face was pure terror and the tears were about to bust out of his yitto eyeballs. However, Marc did not know this was happening so he was moving Gabe's arms and yelling, "J-E-T-S JETS JET JETS"! It was so insanely funny and awful all at the same time. I of course rescued the boy from the clutches of his father and Marc felt awful, but it was such a silly moment that I couldn't help but love my family, actually be IN love with my family.

3. Marc was following Carter Jean up the stairs and I was at the top. Well our little Carty was "walking" her baby up the stairs. She moved the doll's legs up the stairs making sure each foot hit each step. She is such a good little momma and she loves on her babies like I love on mine. It was just precious to see her being so adult like, so loving, and so cute. It made me realize that I am doing something right. That this move, this career change, the whole shabang is worth it.

Yeah, maybe we don't live in a huge house (or even our own house!), maybe we don't drive expensive cars, or wear expensive clothes (Old Navy, I still love ya, don' you worry!) but we have love. It's all encompassing, all inclusive, and it's better than gold. When Carter gets up and declares it's time to go and yells "Bye" as she marches out of the room, or when Gabriel flashes his winning smile at me and almost breaks my heart with his cuteness, or when Marc gets a proud, beaming smile on his face because he's out on a date with me, I turn in to mush, gooey, ooey mush, and I say a little thank you to the man upstairs for blessing me so much. Are there hard times? Of course. Are there moments when I don't think I can do it? Of course. Life is rough and messy sometimes, complicated and scary, but at the end of the day if you know you are loved and you love, do you need much more? I think sometimes we (I) make things more difficult than they need to be. I am jealous that Marc can throw himself in to any moment, make any bad thing better, and have the optimism needed to get through dark times. I am jealous that Carter has spunk and spirit and is our "dainty bull". I am jealous that Gabriel is happy all the dang time and just looooves the ladies (ha!). But as jealous as I get I always think "They are mine, they belong to me, and I get to be all those things just by being close to them. I get to be the person I most want to be because they teach me how."

I am "one of those" ladies whose life changed when the doctor handed a sweet little baby to her. I am IN LOVE with being a mom and wife, and I am IN LOVE with the life given to me.

I never thought life could be so good. Who knew that one little job offer back in the summer of 2006 would give me so much.

"All that I can give you, is forever yours to keep, wake up every day with a dream, and happy ever after in your eyes."

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Medical Diagnosis is...


Ha! This is my most recent diagnosis (for myself). Where do I start?! So, before I had kids I was definitely a sap. Contrary to a certain sorority sister who tried to make me cry and never could. Commercials, movies, cards, moments, yada yada yada, I cried all the time. Sometimes quiet tears, sometimes sobs, and sometimes I couldn't breathe. (Random fun fact: the singing of the National Anthem at the beginning of sporting events always chokes me up.)

Well, that was NOTHING compared to what I do now. It's a disease I swear it. After CJ, my lovely first born, it got worse. After my second born though, wowie kazowie, it's at an all time high. Just last night I was reading a blog and I started tearing up. Marc asked me what was wrong and I told him, "Nothing. It's just a really sweet post about a little girl's first ballet recital and her grandpa brought her flowers. Can you imagine Poppa bringing Carter flowers?!" Ahh, the tears really started then.

I don't know why it's gotten so bad. These days the happy things make me cry the most and the sad stuff REALLY makes me cry. I've had to stop reading/watching the news because I literally cannot handle the horrible stuff that is going on. I can't hear bad stories about loved ones, or deaths, or anything that isn't happy pappy. But then I have to be careful for the really happy stuff too. I started tearing up when friends sent pics of their newborn baby daughters and I was overcome with joy for them. They have so much to look forward to and swimming in the bliss of a baby is the best feeling in the world. When I see my kiddos together...tears. Gabe is SO IN LOVE with CJ and she is sometimes in like with him. But it's so neat to see siblings together.

And I am pretty sure nothing can compete with seeing your husband be a dad. And a damn good one at that. It makes my heart jump a little every time I see the big ol' cheesy grin he gets when either kid does something cute. Or when one is sad and dad's big hug takes care of it. (And yes, I am starting to tear up now.) I got really lucky when Marc decided I was the one who he wanted to spend his days with. He's the best person I've ever met, such a good guy. We are opposites in a lot of ways, which is good AND needed, and we are similar in a lot of ways. Great really, we are!

Life is beautiful. My family is beautiful. And this time of year (although cold) is beautiful.

To quote Ryan Adams, "Remember, you're the one that sings, And it's a gift, And life's a beautiful thing."

Sunday, November 28, 2010

The hum of life around me

It's a Sunday morning and I hear Gabriel chatting away, Carter in the kitchen with Momma and Poppa and my sweet husband playing Angry Birds. I am one lucky and blessed gal to have so much. Through all the craziness I have my family and that's what makes life sweet. They are what makes my heart beat with joy.

Friday, November 12, 2010

A Few of CJ's Favorite Things

Little diddy about Carter Jean...

CJ is SUPER fun these days, like amazingly awesome. I am totally digging the toddler/kid stage of life. She is learning a bunch of new words, is very spirited (also known as independent, feisty, and downright mean sometimes!), can walk up and down steps holding the railing, eats well, listens well (most of the time) and melts your heart with her "night night" routine before bed. The child loves to be outside. She suckers people in to putting shoes on her feet. Which is fine, except then she screams to actually go out. Carter still loves doggies but poor Cash gets yelled at by her all the time. Dora and Elmo are some favorites. Talking on the phone is fun for her as long as someone isn't on the other side. She clams up for some reason when there is a real life person. And yes, CJ still loves her binky (pacifier) and we are ok with that for now. So don't bring it up! HA!

I love her. Like really, really, really love her and squeeze her way too hard when I hug her.

Here are some things she's digging these days:

TRUCKS! These are actually Marc's micro-machines (or whatever they are called) from his childhood. She LOOOOOOVES it. I think she dreams about them at night. She says "weeee" when the trucks go down the hill. Hours of entertainment from this beautiful, magical toy.

MAKING COFFEE! I would like to say it's for Marc or me, but it's really just something to do. I showed her ONE TIME how to make coffee and she became a barista. I would be ok with this new found trick but she forgets to put a cup under the dripper...let's just say we are grateful for the overflow cup.

CRAFTS! This is the epicenter of craftiness. Crayons and stickers are her two most favorite but sometimes she entertains the glue and some pipe cleaners.

STEPS! She is pretty good going up and down but every now and again it gets dicey. But they are so enticing...can't blame the kid.

HER CHAIR! This thing is awesome, wish I had one. It's a chair and then a bed. Gah, kids have the best things. She lounges here a lot. Sometimes Gabe is "allowed" to be here, but not often.

PURSE! Yep, she loves her purse just like her momma. She carries around the store with her and all the ladies love it. The fact that people are smiling and cooing over her makes her love it more. The child loves some attention. Is that a woman thing or a Pisces thing?!

SHOES! My daughter is smitten with shoes. I mean she hearts them big time. Doesn't even have to be her own, she loves all equally. You can see how badly she beats them up too.

THERMOMETER! Who doesn't love to know their and everyone else's temperature?

And here are just some pictures of my sweetness:

CURLS! CJP has curls and they are precious. I don't want to cut them in fear of losing them forever.

IN ACTION! Writing up to-do's I am sure.

And here is a pic of Gabe's aftermath:

Doesn't take much to entertain him, a pig, a bunny, phone and coffee cup. Love that boy. I would do a post on his favorite things but really me and food seem to be #1 and #2 and I don't think you want pictures of bottles, baby food and yours truly!

So life is really, really good. It's been a bit stressful the past few weeks but each day it gets better. We are sleep training our little Gabers and that seems to be going as well as expected. He is super yummy and has the best smile. It's all gummy right now with just two little chompers on the bottom.

Marc is recovering nicely from surgery and is being an excellent patient. He actually listens to his mom and me which is nice. Work has been super understanding and very generous with him during this time. We are blessed, truly.


Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Quick and Dirty

So...there really is a lot to catch up - BIG THINGS HAVE HAPPENED! So here's the quick and dirty:

During my maternity break this summer I told Marc I could no longer work. I just couldn't do it and he needed to find a way to make the SAHM thing work. And he did! A few emails, interviews, and conversations later we are living with his parents in Roanoke and I am the happiest I've ever been. We are doing lots of things to our house to get it ready to sell. Bittersweet I tell ya. I lived in Charlottesville since '91, lived in my house since '03, and worked at UVa in some capacity since '98. Needless to say it's hard leaving all that.


It really wasn't. When I sat down and really thought about life, I spend my time and energy on my husband and kids. So all the other stuff, I may miss it at times, but how could I ever get sad when I get to see my kids all day long?! I get to see Carter learn new things, say new words, and be the most awesome little kid ever. And I get to see Gabey rolling over, walking in his bear cart, eating baby food, and throwing around his heartbreaking smile all day. It's wonderful. Better than I ever could have imagined it being.

Yes, I am two weeks in, yes I do have help from my mother/father-in-law, but I don't regret this decision even a little.

Yay for us!! The biggest shout out of them all goes to the man that made this happen, Mr. Marc Patrouch. Word up husband. Always remember "WWMD?!"

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Performance Reviews

So I had my performance review yesterday which was HILARIOUS! 1-because I'm leaving and what does it really matter?! and 2-I couldn't help but think "I wonder how CJ and GB would rate me?"

This is what I've come up with:

Mom, you are excellent at letting me do what I want, laughing at me and telling me how cute I am. However, I would appreciate it if you could let me do EVEN MORE such as climbing up on to the kitchen table, running out in to the road, and playing outside whenever I want. And kill it with the sunscreen. Giving me more television and computer time is also a request. I rate you 3/5. I will re-evaluate you in 6 months and hope that you have corrected some of the issues I have outlined.

Mom, I love you. Your hugs are the best I've ever had, never put me down. If you could hold me, carry me, sing to me, and dance around all the time I would appreciate it. You excel at treating me like the darling baby I am. A lot will change in the next 6 months, I will probably be rolling over, sitting up, and eating food. I ask that you not let me fall down stairs, bump my head too much, or choke. I rate you 5/5.

We have come to the conclusion that we will keep you employed for at least 6 more months. In that time we expect trips to the park, crafts, dancing, singing, some professional development to include PBS kids and Nick Jr., and if we really must, some naps. We encourage you to hone your skills and attend as many workshops as possible. While you are an excellent mother, we feel you really can step it up and do more. Our lives depend on it.

Your review date is set for March 1. We wish you luck in these next 6 months. We will also have dad rate you at that time as an outside reviewer.

Please let us know what we can do to help you. We are in this together, team players if you will.


Carter Jean, Director of All Things Baby and HBIC

Gabriel Benjamin, Assistant Director of All Things Baby and Special Projects Manager

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Lots of Words (1,423 to be exact)

No major issues to debate today folks, just some writing! I feel like so much has gone on lately that maybe if I type some of it out the thoughts will leave me and I will be able to sleep at night and not think about all the things I want to share!

So, a few posts back I complained about my second darling baby. Well lemme tell ya, putting it out to the universe helped. The kid has been SO much better since that day. I do believe that was the single hardest day I have had as a mom so far. I was at the end of my rope, the knot tying and all that jazz. It was incredibly hard for me to deal with the constant crying from GB. Part of me felt awful because I thought something was wrong with him and part of me felt awful for not enjoying my baby. It was so bad that my bff sensed it and called. I believe God asked her directly to contact me because I wouldn't have made it through that day without her. She called and was cool, calm and collected - EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED. She let me cry and vent and say horrible things, all the while nodding her head (I guess, I couldn't actually see her), saying reassuring things and telling me I wasn't a horrible mother. Gah, I could cry just thinking about that day and her rescuing me. By the end of the call she stopped my tears and even had me laughing. Not that I didn't know it before, but that day I KNEW, without a doubt, she will be the best mom on Earth. Her baby girl is lucky and BLESSED to have her as a mom. I also got a message from a friend also reassuring me that I wasn't a monster and that everyone has rough days. These two ladies saved me from myself. Thank the Lord!!! So, Lisa and Michelle, thank you thank you thank you, one million times over. I am not even sure you know how much you helped me.

Back in August we got word that Dora was celebrating her 10th birthday. Boy oh boy were we excited since CJ LOVES her some "Door-ah". Walmart was hosting this shindig, but only at certain locations. There were none close to us, so we drove to Waynesboro. Luckily it wasn't too terribly far and we thought, "what the heck, it gets us out of the house and the kids will have some fun." The hilarity that ensued cannot be measured in this post. We showed up to a lady standing at a small display table handing out cupcakes with Dora rings on top. And that was it. On the website it said something about a picture with Dora - yeah, what it really was, was a coupon for you to bring in your OWN PHOTO and they give you a piece of paper in the shape of a frame with a picture of Dora on it. All Marc and I could do was giggle. It was so beyond our comprehension that we were paralyzed for a second. We gave Carter her cupcake and started walking the aisles. I think we aimlessly walked while we kept laughing about the whole situation. We ended up getting her a Dora book and guitar because we felt so darn bad about it. As if she even noticed anything. So freaking funny. Again, this post does not cover the funniness of the day. I'm "LOL'ing" right now.

The weekend of September 10th my two besties came to meet the little one. How much I needed them to be there for me was not known until days later. But I'll start with the fun stuff. That Saturday we went to a beer festival which was tons of fun. Luckily Lisa is with child so we had an automatic DD. For two years that was me, so it was nice to have someone else do it! HA! It was just so nice to chat about lots of different things, laugh, and be outside without little kids crying or clinging to your legs. Not that I don't love my kids and adore everything about them (ha) but it's nice to have grown up girl time. Especially with two women that totally let you be yourself and know you well, and vice versa. It's really great too when your friends and your spouse get along. Makes hanging out very easy and effortless.

The next day ended up being a not so great day. The day started off interesting when my dog started breathing a little weird. We tried feeding him food and he wanted none of it. So I rubbed him, told him I loved him, and to do whatever he needed to do. About 10-20 minutes later we checked on him and he was standing up and drinking water, so I thought maybe he would be ok. Lisa, Alicia and I got in the car to head to Babies R Us to register. First of all, Lisa had a tick crawling on her and I couldn't back my car out of the driveway....signs we should have paid attention to. About half way to town I got the call from my husband that I needed to turn around, Tyler had died. Now this dog was my buddy for years before I even thought of a Marc, a Carter or a Gabe. I lived in a house by myself for three years before Marc moved in. Ty watched tv with me, laid around and napped with me, and was the best dog EVER. My little honey bunny boo boo bear. So to not have him around was a very foreign concept to me. My darling Lisa immediately started crying, and immediately after that apologized for it. I actually appreciated the tears because I couldn't find them in myself to really let it out. And I appreciated Alicia and her matter of fact approach because it made me feel less guilty about my same approach. All I could think was, I have my husband, my kids, and a good life, it's sad, but not the end of my world. But then I walked in the house. Carter, who LOVES dogs, just kept saying "doddie, doddie" and wanted to go downstairs to see them. We had two - Ty was a black lab mix and TJ is a German Shepherd. So I took her down and she immediately started petting Tyler and saying "hi baby, hi doddie, hi baby" and didn't want to leave his side. This is when the tears came. Tyler was always so amazing with her, he let her poke his eyes, pull his ears, pretty much beat him up. He never growled or even seemed bothered much by her. He loved her. And she loved him.

While we buried my beloved dog, Alicia and Lisa watched the kids for us. The fact that I had them by my side and helping me during one of the more difficult situations of my life affirmed why they are my dearest friends. God may not have given me blood sisters, but he gave me sisters. They read to Carter, made Gabe smile, and watched over them and cared for them while we were outside. (Nothing is more rewarding than being able to trust people with your kids.) They also gave my family the emotional support we needed that day. Talking about Ty when needed, ignoring it when needed, and making us laugh. I heart you ladies, big time. Thanks for that weekend, it was one my most favorite (even if my dog died) (and no, it was not your fault) (still love you!). The last night they were there we were all downstairs watching tv and just hanging out. We had so many laughs that night. It made me miss them terribly and wish we didn't all live so far apart. But who knows, maybe we remain so tight because we aren't together all the time! HA!

And so now I am back to work. Today is my last day for the week and I am thrilled about Pajama Friday!!!! I'll have to write a separate post about returning to work after my second maternity leave. Not as awful as I thought it might be (or as awful as it was the first time), but it did confirm my desire to stay at home. I miss the little poopers!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Epidurals and Bottles Are the New Black

There are very few subjects that truly get me riled up and angry. You know, the kind of angry where you shake a little and you can actually feel your heart beating through your chest. I love, love, love to debate, even if I agree with you I'll fight you on something if I feel like it. So, I can stay calm in most conversations. However, one thing that gets me going is anything involving moms and what they do for their kids. I am all for women helping women, encouraging them, supporting them, giving them the look of "yep, I know how you feel". What I am not for is women that want to criticize other moms, because honestly, we are all trying to get through the day without guilt weighing us down so heavily that we turn in to a crying mess.

Let me explain....I have been on the wrong side of a breastfeeding woman and the wrong side of natural birth woman. Both, to me, are VERY personal decisions that you have to make on your own. You have to do what works for YOU and helps YOU sleep at night. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS would I tell a woman what kind of delivery she should have or what kind of nutrition she should give her kid. As long as the kid comes out, I'm ok with that. As long as your child is eating and growing properly, I'm ok with that.

I do not know one single woman that's had a c-section that felt good about it. They felt terrible. They didn't want it and tried to get out of it, but for whatever reason they had to have one. Mine came after two days of labor and 5 hours of pushing (the last hour I pushed every single minute trying desperately to get the kid out of me). I wanted to keep going, I wanted to try, but it just wasn't going to work. I have since learned it's just that my daughter is stubborn. HA! I cried so hard about it, before, during, and after. For a good long month I beat myself up for it. I didn't feel like a woman, didn't think I could be a mom if I didn't deliver my child vaginally, and I felt like I had already let her down. Is any of this true? Absolutely not. So to read things about how awful women are for having c-sections not only breaks my heart but makes me want to punch something. They already feel bad about it and the LAST thing they need is another woman putting them down for it.

Breastfeeding...ey yi yi! Not sure where to start with this one. I am all for you popping out your boob and feeding your kid. I really could care less if you do in front of me. I am just glad you are feeding your child. But for me, it wasn't a thing I wanted to do. I just didn't. The first time milk came out of me I almost puked. Like I literally felt queasy. So for me it didn't work. But I have talked to other moms who desperately wanted to but they were not producing enough milk. These beautiful women, that were already stressed about being a new mom and not screwing up their kids, felt awful about this. So, again, when I read blasts against non-breastfeeding women I get very hot. How can you tell a woman what to do when it comes to feeding her child? Yell at me, that's fine because I CHOSE not to breastfeed, but you may want to be careful about hurting a woman's feelings who really did try.

And there are so many arguments for not having a c-section and for breastfeeding that I can counter argue (these are the three I hear the most):

1-you won't bond as well with your child
BULLSHIT, my kids LOVE me, like really deep down in their souls love me, both are very close to me, so the fact that I had a c-section and didn't breastfeed has not screwed them up too badly (I will leave it to my parenting for that. HA!)

2-you'll lose weight faster if you breastfeed
BULLSHIT, well, at least for me, I lost 30-40 pounds in the first 3 weeks with both kids and got down to my pre-pregnancy weight quickly.

3-you're kid's immunity will be better
BULLSHIT, CJ didn't get her first major anything until she turned a year old, she has no allergies and eats like a champ. I know quite a few babies that were breastfed that have many food allergies and other health issues. So maybe my kids are super awesome (I mean I know they are) or the arguments can be made both ways?

And I am not here to tell anyone that they MUST get an epidural, or bottle feed, or blah blah blah....I am here to say that you need to do what is right for you. Talk it over with your spouse or partner, your doctor and your pediatrician. Being a parent is hard enough and all the help you can get is immensely valuable, you don't need people beating you down.

Especially other women.

I may piss people off and probably have some eye rolls and that is fine. But all I can tell you is that I love my children dearly, so much it hurts sometimes, and I do everything I can to make them have a beautiful life. I hope that all the moms out there do the same, their own way!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Happiness Project

So I am reading a book by Gretchen Rubin named The Happiness Project. I won't give too much detail behind the book because I just want you to read it fresh, the way I am! I am only at the beginning, but already I love it. I want to share my favorite part so far...they are her "Secrets of Adulthood".

Here they are!

People don't notice your mistakes as much as you think.
It's okay to ask for help.
Most decisions don't require extensive research.
Do good, feel good.
It's important to be nice to everyone.
Bring a sweater.
By doing a little bit each day, you can get a lot accomplished.
Soap and water remove most stains.
Turning the computer on and off a few times often fixes a glitch.
If you can't find something, clean up.
You can choose what you do; you can't choose what you like to do.
Happiness doesn't always make you feel happy.
What you do every day matters more than what you do once in a while.
You don't have to be good at everything.
If you're not failing, you're not trying hard enough.
Over-the-counter medicines are very effective.
Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
What's fun for other people may not be fun for you-and vice versa.
People actually prefer that you buy wedding gifts off their registry.
You can't profoundly change your children's natures by nagging them or signing them up for classes.
No deposit, no return.

It makes me want to create my own list!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Random Thoughts on a Saturday Morn

I know I will jinx it - BUT BOTH KIDS ARE NAPPING! That makes it twice this week that has happened. GO US!

Carter (and I think most kids) are fascinated by the funniest things...lately it's the power cord for the lap top. She loves wrapping the cord around the little box thing (I have NO idea what it's called). If the kid sees us doing something she HAS to do it too, this is an example of that. She also loves the vacuum cord.

Marc and I are celebrating our 2nd anniversary on Monday. That's pretty cool if you ask me. He's the bee's knees. I am most excited about my gift for him. Anyone that knows Marc knows that he is amazing at gift giving and all around being super. I, on the other hand, suck at life and usually get him coffee mugs and car smell goods. HA! Ok I am not that lame, but close, very very close. BUT, my friends, I am glad to say I did something AWESOME!!!! I can hardly wait until Monday to give it to him. One day I'll have to tell you the story about my attempts at Father's Day gifts. Ey yi yi is all I can say right now.

Since becoming a mom I am totally *that* mom that only talks about kids and reads about kids/mom things. What a loooser. Ah well, I like it. So I apologize to anyone reading this or my facebook. But you can defriend me and not read this anytime you want. TAKE THAT! HA! Anyhoo, two sites I love are and One is snarky and hilarious and the other is sappy and sweet. Just like me!

My BEST FRIEND FO LIFE got me the Moby wrap. Can't lie, when I pulled that thing out I was scurred. It's super long. (Ok both those sentences could be followed by "That's what she said!") I mean lots and lots of fabric with a BOOK of directions. My first attempt was not that great. I called my BFFL and told her that my bachelor's degree from Longwood obviously did not make me capable to use a Moby wrap. Pretty hilarious sight if you ask me. I tried it again today and think I know what to do now. Maybe Longwood did give me all the skills I need in life?!

Had lunch with a high school friend yesterday. It was pretty awesome. I tend to spend most of my time with family so getting out is always extra special. She has a super duper cute son, T-Mac, that is 3 months old. I am amazed at how similar our mommy stories are. It's nice to hear someone going through what you are...makes ya feel, dare I say it, normal!

I am drinking out of my Kermit mug and that makes me smile. His cute little head is staring at me as I type. His super big head is on one side and on the other it says "Green & Loving It"! LOVE IT!

My wish in life is that Carter stays as smiley and happy as she is today. The kid's smile can turn your whole day around. Her laugh can make the hardest times better. Carter's spirit is precious and delightful and I hope to protect that from my cynical nature.

Gabe has a big act to follow but I have no doubt he'll be just as curious, jolly, and beautiful.

Ok, enough time wasted on this here contraption. I have some DVR shows to catch up on - all of which I am sure are vile and awful and embarrassing. GAH I love tv.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Flow of whine from a tired mom....

So mommyhood is no joke, especially with a newborn, especially with a newborn that is nothing like your first newborn. My first born had her moments and I had mine along with her, but looking back she was a dream. My second born is a bit different. He is cuddly in the most awful way possible. Let me add that I am by no means a cuddler...not even with my own kids. Yes, I am awful, go ahead and judge me, but it's the truth. So my second LOVES to be held, day and night. Some may find this cute and endearing, I find it hard to deal with. Most days I only get to eat one meal and it's because my husband has offered to hold GB and I tend to only go to the bathroom once a day and that's if I am lucky. I have a bunch of other complaints, but who wants to hear those, right?

Yes, I signed up for this, yes this is my life, and no I would not trade it for anything. It really is better than going to work, in my opinion, even during the difficult times. I wish moms were more honest about how hard it truly is, but I guess I never was. Or I just decided to focus on all the good and forget the bad. Any which way I will tell you now it's HAAAAAARD. I told my husband I never felt like a failure until I had kids. Nothing is more terrible than a screaming/hurting baby that you can't help. No matter what you do or try it doesn't work and the kid (and you) are left sobbing comical crocodile tears, dancing around on the back porch, in the dark, walking in to spiderwebs while on the phone with your husband who is off trying to have fun.
I don't want sympathy, I don't want lectures about how bad I am, I just want to send this out in to the world hoping that maybe it will release the negativity and bring in some positivity.

And yes, I did find time to write this as my babe lay in a rocker with my iPhone nicely placed above his head so he won't cry. I am the mom that uses technology to soothe my child instead of me doing it. But really, there is only so much swaddling, swaying, shushing, side laying, sucking you can do in a day.

Oh and Harvey Karp, you can bite me.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

A Family of Four

So it's been awhile since I posted anything. My greatest apologies, I sort of had some stuff going on!

On June 25th we became the proud new owners of a baby boy. A 9 pound 2 ouncer, 21 and a half incher (holy God how did I carry such a big kid?!). And WOW! are boys different from girls. The biggest difference is the diaper situation. Gross is how I describe it. He was circumcised which made it red and sore and just painful to even look at, let alone think of what it actually felt like. And they pee on themselves. Poor Gabe has peed on his head at least twice now, once in his eye. The second time my genius son learned to move his head so he hit the back of it! And both times this happened he was serving up some soft serve poo. Needless to say it was a MESS. Pee and poo everywhere. Oh yeah, I went there...poo talk in the first paragraph. GB has also managed to poo ON THE WALL twice now. He has a pretty good shot, so I can only be but so mad. Ok, recap, flaming red penis, poo shoots and pee hose, plus the all disgusting belly button. Diaper changes scare the crap out of me with this kid. With the girl you just go do a wipe down and call it a day. SO.MUCH.EASIER.

But then we have a sleeper on our hands. (For the most part. He hasn't been sleeping great at night, but we think that has something to do with constipation.) He sleeps almost all day only waking to eat or do acrobatics with his boy bits. He is a pretty chill baby, so different than CJ. She was always a pretty good baby, but NEVER this calm. Let's just say Carter acts like me and Gabe acts like Marc. Thank the Lord for that. There is no way our household could handle three of me. HA! He is also insanely cuddly, something Car was not and is not. And another difference, he takes forever and a day to eat. GAWD is it annoying. I know, I know, I should savour the time we have together while he is eating and enjoy him at this age...but who the hell wants to be up eating for long periods of time at 3 am?! Not I said the Momma Bear. My first born sucked the hell out of the bottle, burped, and passed out. My second born sips, takes his time, burps IF he feels like it, and might pass out if he's feeling it at that moment. Crazy kid. And really this is how he is with every feeding, not just at night.

Overall all though both my kids are great. They are super cute (and I have confirmation from lots of people! I am not completely biased. HA!) and super awesome. It is a lot of work with two, I mean, I guess it is. Marc's parents stayed with us the first week and his sister Lor stayed with us this past week. So we haven't had to be parents to two for very long. Yesterday afternoon was my first time alone and luckily nothing horrible happened. Both kids were fed, changed, and cuddled when needed. Yes Carter *may* have fallen off the chair and maybe Gabe had to scream for a little longer than usual when wanting to eat, but no broken bones or blood, and the house is still in tact. Go me! YAY! I am as prepared as possible for the chaos that will be our family, which means I am walking in to it blindly and naively! HA! I find it best to not know too much when it comes to parenting, just go with the flow!!!

I am glad we had the kids close together in age. Carter is so cute with him - tries to feed him, put the pacifier in his mouth, rub his head and gets VERY concerned when he is crying. Yes, she also whacks him and roughly tries to pick him up, but it's all out of love. She has yet to just openly be mean to the guy. We actually joke that she is going to be the force behind the duo and beat up anyone that messes with her brother. Her jealousy has come out a bit, if I am holding him she suddenly wants to be held and she wants more alone time with me now than she did before. Carter Jean is fiercely independent and tends to play alone most of the time, she still does that, but wants me near. We try to praise her when she is nice to Deuce or when she is playing alone really well and that does seem to help.

And when it gets really bad, we just play Sesame Street for her and all is right in the world!

My parting words are that we are doing really well and are really happy. I am blessed with an amazing husband that helps out so much, amazing family that comes to our rescue when needed, and two of the god damn cutest kids this side of the Mississippi! In the words of Ben Harper (cause how could I leave him out) "with you I am blessed".

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Beauty that is My Life

I find myself moved to tears these days. When I think of how lucky and blessed I am tears overwhelm me. Watching my daughter, hearing my husband laugh, the thoughts of a new babe in my washes over me. These are all good tears of course, the very best kind. Instead of sadness I want joy...nothing wrong with that, right? I would rather swim in the beauty of my daughter's smile, feel the movement of my baby hiccuping, and hug the man I love.

I am blessed.

I am blessed to limits I did not know existed. Having unconditional, real, hardcore love is amazing. To know that you can be EXACTLY who you are and be accepted is amazing. To know that you can fail, fall down, crack, and be a mess but there are people there to pick you up, clean you up, and send you on your way is amazing.

Which brings me to Mother's Day.

I knew Sunday, May 9 was Mother's Day, but honestly I sort of forgot that it was a day for me, as well as the mothers I know in my life! Crazy right?! I think most moms just go through their days, doing what they do, not thinking about what it really takes to be a mom. I can only speak for myself, but I love the job of "mom". Sure it's hard and sure I complain, but gosh is it rewarding. Not to say the only way to have a rewarding life is to be a mom, but for me it's really made this journey around the sun a great one. So when it hit me going to bed Saturday night that the next day was there for me, I got really excited! Anyone that knows Marc P knows he's pretty spectacular and I could only imagine what he had in store.

He did not disappoint.

Waking up I just knew it would be special and it was! He picked out the BEST greeting cards (I am a greeting card junkie by the way), the best gifts, and created a perfect day for me. My favorite part of the day was taking a family walk around our neighborhood. Granted my big self could not walk far, or fast, but MJ and CJ humored me and walked slowly along side me. Isn't that a great metaphor for life? He was also kind enough to take the kid and leave the house for a couple of hours so I could rest. No, I am not that mom that thinks a good Mother's Day is one in which a kid is not around, but these days sleep is hard to come by for me and Marc knew this fact. They had a great outing together and I took a much needed nap. I ended the day with wine and a bath. Ahh...Heaven!

So here is a big shout out to the man that made me a mom and the little lady that is my first born! You two are so friggin awesome and I am BLESSED to know you.

Deuce, get ready, you have a lot to live up to!!!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Tale of a Dog and his BFF

**Here is an email exchange between my sweet husband and a worker from Scott Pet/Pork Chomp. This happened years ago but still cracks me up. ENJOY!**

Good Morning,

I’m writing because my dog has recently lost his best friend. His name was Chomper, and he came free with a purchase of mini-knots. From the instant TJ (our 4 year old German Shepherd) laid eyes on Chomper we knew they had a friendship that would last forever. Now TJ is known for destroying toys within moments of their hitting the floor…but with Chomper it was different, Chomper he would carry with him everywhere he went, never once trying to mutilate him in anyway. That is until I, in all my infinite wisdom, decided to play with TJ and Chomper roughly, it was at this time Chomper was tragically decapitated. This has left TJ grief stricken beyond believe. I’ve attached photos, in fact – TJ is wearing Chomper’s collar around his wrist in honor of his lost friend. We had placed Chopper’s remains on the kitchen table and TJ reached up, grabbed the body, and laid with it all day.

So having said this, would you happen to have any more Chomper dolls available for sale? And on a somewhat unrelated note – Both TJ and Tyler (lab/collie mix) love the mini-knots.

Thank you in advance.

Well, by all means, tell TJ that we are sending a clone of Chomper with your order! We’ll get them added to the website in order to prevent future trauma.

Thanks for your email! We all got a kick out of it.
Christy Games
Scott Pet/Pork Chomps

P.S. Tell TJ we think he is so cute! We would love to add his picture to our testimonial section.

Good Morning! I just want to thank you again for sending a new Chomper for TJ, the two were reunited last night after far too long. TJ did appear to be in disbelief that the friend he lost in a horrific tug-of-war accident was back and in what looked to be the best shape of his life. After explaining to TJ new technologies in medicine, that disbelief subsided and he became overwhelmed with joy, and the two were carrying on as if no time had been lost. It was clear that TJ didn’t want to Chomper to endure too much stress in his return, so for the most part they just hung out and caught up on old times. I’ve attached some pictures of the reunion, I think you can see the happiness in both their faces!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Music Moves My Soul

So I have a love/hate relationship with music. I LOVE music, it moves me, reminds me of the good and the bad times, puts me in a good mood, gets me out of a bad mood...but it also makes me cry instantly sometimes. And sometimes this cry is a sob. Can't lie, I'm a softie.

Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King will FOREVER be etched in my brain as Carter's album. It came out when CJ was just a wee little thing and it's what I listened to non stop!!! I danced around the room with her singing in to her ear, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, spinning, swaying, being totally in love. I cannot get through Baby Blue without crying. I just can't do it. Lying in the Hands of God, forget about it. When I hear a song off that album it takes me back to the spring/summer of '09. I love that about music. It's like a Quantum Leap!

Another song that is TOTALLY Carty is Three Little Birds by Mr. Bob Marley. Marc and I would sing it to her as a newborn to get her to stop crying. Worked most of the time. And to this day it's my go-to when she's upset. When we had no heat and we all had to sleep on a mattress next to the fireplace, I sang this to her so she could fall asleep. And it worked. Magic I say.

So with music being so big in our first child's life (I mean, she was named after a drummer) I often wonder if music will be as big in our second child's life. I don't know how it couldn't. Marc and I both love the stuff, as does Carta Jean. She has some dance moves too! The first song that really hit me as a "Deuce Song" was Michael Buble's Haven't Met You Yet.! It's a song I sing quite often to my little growing babe.

Well today, I have found an additional one. Paul McCartney's Calico Skies.


It was written that I would love you
From the moment I opened my eyes
And the morning when I first saw you
Gave me life under calico skies

I will hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life

Always looking for ways to love you
Never failing to fight at your side
While the angels of love protect us
From the innermost secrets we hide

I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life

Long live all of us crazy soldiers
Who were born under calico skies
May we never be called to handle
All the weapons of war we despise

I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my life
I'll hold you for as long as you like
I'll hold you for the rest of my ...
For the rest of my life


Good lawd do I love music and everything about it. Which brings me to BABY NAMES! WOOT WOOT!! We straight up have a boy's name, but we currently have two girls names, with one leading the pack. And yes, the one leading the pack is a musical name.

Can anyone guess?! And if you know the name, hmm hmm Lisa, you can't guess!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Gut Wrenching Blog

So today I read a blog that rocked me to my core. It hit me so hard I had to shut my office door and just cry. Even then I couldn't fully feel my emotions because they were THAT strong. I am a person that has to FULLY ENTIRELY 100 PERCENT feel something in order to move. Sometimes this means burying it a bit and returning to it at a more suitable time. This now may be the time, so get ready!

The blog is written by a woman in her early 30's, with a 2 year old daughter and a 3 or 4 month old baby girl. The entry I read today was the birth story of her second child. It starts off with her excitement over the anticipation of meeting her "perfect" baby girl. As soon as the doctor laid the baby on her chest though, she knew the baby had Downs Syndrome. Realizing this fact, panic set in plus worry, angst, and every other negative feeling possible. It.was.gut.wrenching. I was sitting in my chair feeling her pain, having waves of emotion pass over me.

Giving birth is something no one can prepare you for. A hard birth is even more difficult. Not that anything HORRIBLE happened during Carter's birth but it certainly was not the way I had hoped it would go. I struggled for a good long while with the fact that I had to have a c-section. It haunted me for a month or so and sometimes still makes me feel uncomfortable.

And after reading this mom's blog I feel blessed and lucky over my situation. The guilt she must have felt for not freely and easily accepting her daughter instantly must be an emotion she has to deal with often. I appreciated her openness and candidness.

This, of course, got me to thinking. With my first pregnancy I ABSOLUTELY knew I did not want any genetic testings or anything else besides the required ultrasounds and glucose tests. I know myself quite well and knew that if something were wrong I would obsess over it for the rest of the pregnancy. This would be quite stressful and not good for anyone. Plus, there really isn't much that can be done in womb if a test comes back less than positively. There is an option to abort, but good gawd never would I do that.

I knew that my baby, my precious, darling little being was the one that God sent to me. That no matter what happened it was the baby I was supposed to have. So why test? Why work yourself up, your partner, your family and friends? Why not have everyone rejoice in such a magical and hopeful time?

Of course, if you follow my life you know I have a healthy, happy baby girl. Marc and I are blessed. Extremely blessed. We have had no major health scares or issues with CJ. And we have had no major health scares or issues with both pregnancies. Again, my birth story with Miss Carter was not smooth, but honestly, it could have been worse.

Which brings me to my current pregnancy. I am currently at 28 weeks which means I am in my third trimester. Once again only mandatory testing has been done. Reading the blog my first question was "did this mom not have any testing?" It turns out she did not. All of the ultrasounds were good and there was no cause for concern. So her baby having Downs was truly a shock. Which means, my Deuce, my "perfect" baby could have something wrong with him or her. Does this scare me? Yes. Do I worry that I should test and be prepared? Sometimes. But I know in the deepest part of my heart and soul that if something is wrong with Deuce then he/she was sent to me and Marc to be loved and taken care of. That we are the best parents for the little, perfect, angel. Of course you don't want anything to be wrong with your child, especially one that is a life long struggle, but you really do love your child no matter what. Even if it takes time to get there.

People always say when they find out that we aren't finding out the gender "well that's fun, I guess all that matters is the child is healthy". Which is very much a true statement. But I always tell them, I will love my baby whether it has 10 toes or 8. Whether it's healthy or not. I would and will do ANYTHING to be there for my children, to love them unconditionally, guide them, and help them to become beautiful, respectable people. That's my job after all, right?

As a mom you are always worrying, always second guessing, always believing you could have handled things differently. So it's hard to read such an open and honest blog in which a mom confronts one of, if not THE hardest moments of her life. Could I be OK with Deuce having Downs? Could I be OK with dealing with any number of issues that might happen? Am I strong enough, brave enough, loving enough to truly open up my life to a daily struggle? Are Marc and I strong enough? Are our family and friends supportive enough to help guide us through the turmoil?

I pray to God we are. I've learned it truly does "take a village" and we are lucky that our village is strong.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Clean Eating AKA Eating Grass and Dirt

I have a pretty healthy husband (who in turn has made our daughter healthy). I also happen to have two sorority sisters that blog about their "clean" eating habits. You know, organic, no high fructose corn syrup, fresh veggies....all that jazz. All of these folks also work out regularly.


I am so far in the opposite direction it's not even funny. Growing up my parents always packed our lunches, we also had home cooked meals every night, and never had junk food or McDonald's. Domino's was a BIG, random treat. Soda was not something we ever considered and candy only came out during holidays. So how did I end up such a bad eater?!

For real, I consider myself a 15 year old boy when it comes to eating. Bagel Bites, love 'em! Corndogs, please! BBQ Fritos, Pringles, Fudge Rounds, Twinkies, chocolate chip cookies....the list could go on forever. I actually debated with my Endocrinologist about soda and BEGGED him to let me drink one a day. The crazy man actually told me to drop the bad habit completely. Sha! Don't get me wrong. I can eat a salad just fine, fruit is yummy, and playing volleyball is a love of mine. It's just that none of that is something I choose to do daily!

To show you an example of my life please check out these pictures!

Here is what I just snacked on...and I must say, I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

Last week my husband and I each decided to have cereal for dinner. Please notice two things, the contents in the bowl, as well as the SIZE!

Pretty hilarious huh?! You don't see those colors in nature!

I will say though, I have gotten better with the water drinking. I think Deuce has something to do with that. I drink so much water in fact, my husband had to order me a 40 oz Klean Kanteen. I love it, btw.

I am not necessarily proud of my eating habits, but I've never (yet) had a weight problem, high blood pressure problem, or any other ailment involving bad eating. I always get a good report from the doc and I feel really good about my body shape and weight. Always have. Yes, I know, I am fat right now, but that's what a fetus will do to ya! Not sure how I've managed to stay skinny. Genetics? Maybe? Or maybe it's the fact that when I am full, I am DONE! I HATE HATE HATE the feeling of being full. In my opinion you ruin a meal when you have one too many bites. You can't move, you have to unbutton pants, and you are totally lethargic. I like to eat and be comfortable. It amazes my husband that I will leave one bite left of my sandwich. But hey, if that one bite is going to make me feel sick, I would rather not eat it. I also don't eat just because it's lunch time or dinner time. I eat when I get hungry and I eat what I am craving. I am a big believer that your body tells you what it needs. Granted, I doubt a body EVER needs a Twix, but maybe your soul does!

This blog really is just to be silly. I admire Marc, Alicia and Jen for taking the healthy approach to life and I 100% agree there is an obesity problem in America and kids are horrible eaters. And what is up with school systems getting rid of Phys Ed?! I don't plan on letting my little ones eat the crap I least not until they are old enough to buy it themselves and choose their own diets. We're lucky in that our daughter really does enjoy granola, water, fruit, and all that other healthy nonsense! I also won't let my kids sit in front of the television all day, or the computer, I will make them play outside! (Because really, I don't want them interrupting me while I am watching my shows!) I will pass on the good habits that my parents passed on to me. Hopefully it sticks with them though!

Forget eating the ground and give me my Fruit Roll Ups and remote control!!!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


So I had an extremely hilarious conversation with my best friend yesterday. I mean I was laughing to the point of almost not breathing and had tears rolling down my face! She was talking about how her mind is pretty creative! She'll take a basic situation and within minutes have an EXTREME version of that story and all the horrible possibilities that can happen. I won't divulge her story in case it embarrasses her. I think it's hilarious though!

I can't lie though, I feel her pain!

Two years ago I had a voice mail from my other best friend asking me to call her back. I told my husband (then fiance) that she left the message. He said, "ok". I said, "I think she's mad at me. She sounded mad." Of course Marc thought I was nuts and told me that she is probably engaged and that is why she called. I would hear none of that. I was 100% convinced that she was mad at me and was going to yell and scream at me for something. Would Alicia ever actually do that? No! Did she actually have bad news to share with me? No! She was engaged and wanted to share the news with me. I am a weirdo!

Why would my mind automatically go to a place of horribleness? I have no clue. But I am TOTALLY that girl that if a group is called together I am positive I am getting in trouble and everyone will be there to witness it. Something goes wrong at work, totally my fault, even if I don't work in that department. I have the weirdest perecption of reality I think. When I was in elementary school I just knew I had a tapeworm. I couldn't tell anyone this because then I would be the girl with a worm. Ewww! But I knew the reason I was so skinny and had knobby little knees was because a parasite was eating all the food I consumed.

What child thinks that?! I don't even know how I knew about tapeworms at that age. I have wiped WebMD off the list of sites I am allowed to visit. I have called my mother on many occasions to tell her I love her but I have cystic fibrosis and won't make it. Multiple sclerosis, check. Aneurysm in the brain, check. If it's out there, I've had it! No wonder I love the show House so much.

I don't consider myself a hypochondriac though, just a WEIRDO! I take something small and make it big.

If I hear a noise outside, it's a burglar/murderer. A friend cancels lunch on me, they hate me and don't want to be friends.

I am an odd duck. I feel horrible for my husband because he is the one that has to talk me down from the ledge in my mind. He has to reassure me that I don't have a serious illness, no one hates me, and the mouse WILL NOT eat Carter's toes. I always come back with "but it COULD happen" or "that could be the case". It never is, the situation in my mind is WAY worse than real life. Maybe I do it so that life is more tolerable and pleasant? I don't have a clue. All I know is I am jealous that Marc sees the world in a good light with endless possibilities and hope. I see sharp corners, killers, thieves, and tapeworm ridden people!

Friday, March 26, 2010

Growing Up

Growing up is a really interesting day you wake up and BAM! you are an adult. Although, I sort of feel like my whole life I was a mini adult. Always pretty serious, careful, and guilt ridden. (Gotta LOVE Catholic guilt!) The first time I made $20 (it was either from babysitting or reffing a soccer game) I kept it for almost an entire year. I wanted to spend it on the PERFECT item. I do believe I bought a CD with it or possibly a GAP polo shirt. Either way I have always been responsible. For real! I bought a house at the age of 23. On my own, no roommates, no one helping foot the mortgage or insurance. It was all on me.

Except for that glorious place called college. Ey yi yi! It was the first time I had freedom and the first time I decided to be a fun person. Looking back I think I could have enjoyed it more. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast, but even during those amazing four years I still knew I had a future and had to prepare for it.

The reason I bring this up is that now my college buddies are having babies. I have one kid, with another on the way, and all these babies trip me out! When I used to tell someone to hand me a bottle it most certainly was NOT a baby bottle...something a tad bit more poisonous. HA! Like, how did we get here?! When did we become 30?! Date parties have been replaced by play dates. Rap/dance music has been replaced by toys that have annoying beats to them!

But you know what, I am glad that life is behind me. I have been fortunate in that I completely and fully embrace each stage of my life and gladly give it a hug and kiss goodbye. I've never had a problem with getting older, never had a problem facing the next challenge...I figure it's coming whether I want it to or not so I better enjoy it. At least try to!

Every now and again though, it's fun to look back on those wild times. It's fun reminiscing with friends about the stupid times of our youth. Telling the same old stories over and over again just to have a chance to belly laugh really hard.

I am thankful for where I have been and thankful for where I am going. But most of all I am thankful for exactly where I am right now.

(although! some days all I want is to go back to the Wood, hang out on the ZTA hall, drinking with my girls, without a care in the world!)

Our First Blog

That title sounds dirty, doesn't it?!

Anyhoo, Marc and I both enjoying writing and documenting our lives. Typically our thoughts are around family (specifically, right now, Carta Jean), but every now and again our thoughts turn to other more worldly things. Maybe not worldly as much as just off the wall, random happenings. So we figured, hey, what not blog?! I tend to put my thoughts out on facebook, so hopefully I'll remember this little site and post things here as well.

Hope you enjoy!