Archive for January, 2010

I’m having a hard time today. I’m seeing a lot of the negative in life today, instead of focusing on the positive. The cold weather is getting to me. I’m tired. I’m not as young as I used to be and I’m paying for that today.

So, while I’m waiting for my husband to bring home some pizza, I’m going to make a list of things I love. Husband and children will NOT be on this list – they’re a given and truly at the top of my list anyway Jesus is at the top, too.

1. sleep – sleep that’s so deep, you wake up and don’t realize where you are and what time it is.

2. climbing into a bed with clean sheets, right after you’ve taken a shower. that’s a little piece of heaven to me

3. orange soda. (I’m from the east coast. I don’t do the “pop” thing.)

4. fountain coke from McDonald’s. the best. hands down.

5. Hobby Lobby

6. scrapbooking stores. I’m giddy when I go in them.

7. mindless television (bait car, cops, bad girls club.)

8. music that reminds me of people I love.

9. seasons when I don’t have to wear a coat when I go outside. :::sigh::: (here, that’s summer and that’s pretty much it.)

10. the beach and the ocean.

11. purple

12. when I ask my children to do something and they say, “OK, mom” immediately AND actually do it. (that should be #1)

13. Lemon Passion from Macaroni Grill (oh….my)

14. Watching my babies sleep

15. Dove Truffles (I like food way too much)

16. fondue (the one thing I miss about living in Switzerland)

17. scrapple (google it – it’s not pretty, but it’s SO good).

18. when my husband rubs my head as I fall asleep at night.

19. silence when you think you can’t handle any more noise.

20. a really good haircut.

So, in a few minutes, I’m going to toast my glass to pizza, mindless TV, a good night’s sleep and having a better mindset tomorrow.

I really need it.

Hi. Remember me? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t.

Before last week, Halloween was the last time I posted. My blogging mojo went AWOL. I spent the last several months trying to stay afloat. (I often feel like my house is going to swallow me up). I enjoyed lots of family time and a VERY. LONG. Christmas vacation back east with family. (it was the longest 2 weeks of my life and we won’t be doing 2 weeks again.). Besides that, I often don’t feel that interesting and my life is boring (in a very good way, to me).

My youngest sweet boy started daycare (one day a week – socialization for him, some quiet, productive time for mommy) – his speech has exploded a bit. He still screams like a banshee when I drop him off, but within seconds of me walking out of this classroom, he’s off to play with his friends. He’ll be 22 months old on February 1st. Time, please use the brakes, please.

The mojo is coming back, slowly, but surely. I’ve spent some time trying to figure out what I want to do here. I LOVE to be creative – I love to cook and scrapbook, so I think I’m going to focus on those things. I’m trying to convince my husband to buy me a sewing machine for Mother’s Day or my birthday – I want to learn how to sew, too!! There will be some personal stuff thrown in here and there, but I know there’s a bunch of mojo existing in my creative life.

If anyone is still out there and still reading here, I hope you visit the Hearts at Home Blog and enter the Living with Less Contest. I’ve attended 2 Hearts at Home conferences and love what they’re all about AND I love Jill Savage. Check it out!

Six years ago today, my heart was forever changed by the birth of this little gem of a boy. I’m a better person for knowing him. He makes me see the silly side of life. His laugh is infectious. He has the sweetest smile. He would eat pizza for every meal if I let him. He loves ICarly and Spongebob. And doughnuts.

He has a very tender heart. He loves his brothers. He’s a mama’s boy. He wants very much to please people.

He loves life with every ounce of his being. He gets his feelings hurt very easily. He loves food as much as his big brother loves sports. I think, if given the option, he’d still be in utero. If he couldn’t be in utero, he’d be permanently planted on my lap.

I pray thanks to God every day for letting me borrow this sweet boy for my time here on earth. I’m so thankful God chose me to be his mama.

Happy Birthday, Jake. I love you more than you’ll ever know.