out of the mouths of babes!

Too funny!

Brooklyn said to me after watching some people dressed as turkey's dancing around "mommy when I grow up I wanna be a turkey!" LMAO It was so cute

So stinking cute

I hate tooting my own horn but seriously these kids of mine are so stinkin cute! They just melt my heart.

A Mothers Prayer

I pray your life is happy and all your dreams come true.
I pray you know I love,treasure and want the best for you.

I pray that I always have the right answers to your questions, that you always have trust to come to me.
I pray that I am given the guidance to always be just what you need me to be.

I pray that I am always there for you when you need me to hold you when you feel small,
and that I can walk beside you when you are strong and tall.

I pray that your life is abundant in happiness and success
with just enough hardships to make you appreciate all the goodness you have been blessed with.

I pray no matter what unfolds that we are always tight because no matter what I love you both from the bottom of my heart.

There is no wrong big enough to change a mother's love
a mothers baby's are always kept close like a glove.

I can't guarantee that I wont ever over react to the things you will do but I promise I will always try to see your reasoning behind all the things you choose.

I LOVE YOU Brooklyn and Brycen = True Love forever!

and another.....

Holy cow these teeth keep coming. I see tooth #2 right next to it. BTW pictures are causing some delay as the little stinker keeps trying to nibble on the camera. So between tongue shots and drool on the lens pics are not working out so well.

Oh and he is crying because he really really wanted me to give him the camera!

and the boy cuts a tooth!

I will post a pic as soon as it is a little more visible. It literally just cut and just a small edge is peeking. BUT at least we know he does have teeth!

So after a rough go with the stomach bug, bronchitis and a tooth my boy has been one crabby camper!!

One month older and wiser

Our Sweet Brycen is 10 months old
::He still has NO teeth
::Loves to cruise on furniture, and he can walk perfectly around the house pushing his walker
::Loves to climb up the stairs and he is sooooo fast. Still tries to go head first down the stairs too.
::Loves to eat garbage, plastic and paper.
::He is our easy going happy baby 99% of the time
::Is a MAJOR mamas boy and I hope it stays that way at least through the teen years
::Loves to cuddle with just about anybody
::He has the cutest little dimples in his cheeks
::He adores cars and trains
::He loves to dance while sitting so it kinda looks like a seated worm. Sooo cute
::He is so darn cheeky it kills me!
::We could not imagine our lives without him!

The best Valentines ever

My family is better thank god.
My house is clean
Breakfast was made for me
I got the earrings I wanted.
There is a big pot of spaghetti sauce cooking on the stove
and tomorrow is another day off thanks to FAMILY DAY!

LIFE IS GOOD!!

Last man standing!

Yep that is I! The stomach flu has hit us and is making it rounds, first it was Brycen on Wednesday night, then Brooklyn Thursday night, Jeff this afternoon. I have dealt with more poop and puke then ever before In my life, I have gone through 1.5 cans of Lysol and done 8 loads of laundry with 4 more to go! I have had maybe 4 hours sleep in the last 2 nights and I am over my puke phobia....

STOMACH FLU SUX!

Regrets, I have a few.....

Since I had my first child, I've come to the slow realization that my life will never be the same again. Now that I've emerged from the fog of being a new mommy, I have a few things I need to say.

I want to start by apologizing to my vagina. I just...I just didn't know what was going to happen. I thought it would be easy. All my life I'd been told I had "child-birthing hips". That turned out to be a dirty lie. I pushed for 3 hours, and I put you, dear vagina, through hell. I did my best to protect you, and I apologize. I can only hope that the bad feelings between us can be healed. This relationship has gotten really painful, and it's been weeks now. Please let the healing begin.

I'd also like to say I’m sorry to my husband [boyfriend] for all my inappropriate name calling in the delivery room and the resentment I felt because I had to carry our child for 9 months and you didn't. I will have sex with you again someday, I promise. Don't hold your breath or anything, but we'll get there. I'll wear attractive lingerie again as well. These grandma underpants are not forever.

And honey...about my boobs. While I appreciate your attempts to touch them, try to understand that they are not for you at this time. These are working breast, they are under construction at the moment, and we appreciate your patience. It's funny: I can see a mixture of fear and delight in your eyes at the same time. And trust me, they are something to fear.

I apologize to every woman whose baby shower I attended before I became a mom. All those useless stuffed animals and baby booties I bought...well, I’m sure they might have come in handy at some point, but I should have stuck to the registry and gotten you things you truly needed.

I apologize once again to my husband [boyfriend], this time for criticizing you about the way you dress our daughter. I know she's my own personal doll come to life, and I like to play dress-up. But you make such weird choices. Why would you put her in a sweater when it's 85 degrees outside? It's the middle of the day- a nightgown? Really? It's bedtime, sweetheart, why is she wearing a hat? I recognize that this is not America's Next Top Model, but I do ask you to think about what makes sense sometimes. That's all.

I must also apologize to every new mom I ever bumped into before I had a baby, for judging your appearance. I mentally criticized your old sweatpants, your oversized t-shirts, and your haphazard ponytails. I figured you just hadn't taken the time to get ready before you went out or were in dire need of a makeover. Now I understand those precious moments you savor when the baby goes down for a nap. The desperation to make the most of them. I could shower! I could eat! I could sleep! I could check my e-mail! Work out! Do laundry! Have sex! (Well, maybe not just yet, but...) I could do so much if she would just sleep a little longer. Then inevitably, there's that sound trough the baby monitor. (Stop. Wait. Listen.) Was it for real?...That was just a sneeze, right?...Oh please, I'm almost done eating, the coffee's finally ready, I thought I could shower. Just 5 more minutes, please. Just...nope. She's up. She's hungry. She's wet. She's something. And once you've got her fed and changed and played with her, you're on the clock to get that errand done before it all unravels again. I get it now: There is absolutely no time for a blowout or blusher. I was a complete jerk. I'm sorry.

I see how people look at me-with that mixture of fear and disgust-in my old nursing tank covered in spit-up and the same maternity shorts I wear everyday. I’m like The Elephant Man. I put my daughter in fancy clothes to compensate for the monster pushing her around. I see the stares. I know what you're saying. Well to hell with you, you small-pants-wearing Miley Cyrus fan. I just had a baby. I am not always this fat.

I guess I should apologize for my anger. But in solidarity with new mothers everywhere, I'm not going to.

But I would definitely like to apologize to my former self. I always thought I had a few pounds to lose and could look better. I never knew how great I had it. What I wouldn't give to fit into my old clothes again! I look at them longingly, day after day. Hi, jeans. Hello Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. You were all so good to me. (Sniff)
I should have slowed down and enjoyed my freedom more when I had the chance. I used to beat myself up if I slept past eight or stayed out too late. I was a fool. A fool. What did I know? Oh to do anything at all at a leisurely pace- shop, eat, read the newspaper-and anything without having to wear a monitor. Waiting. Listening. For her.

While I'm sending regrets I should apologize to my pre-baby boobs for not appreciating them enough. They were a great pair of boobs- not too big, just enough cleavage. And now...sigh...who knows what will be left of them? I'm sorry, former boobs. I truly am.

I'll never be sorry about deciding to be a mother though. There may be no going back to my old body or my old lifestyle, but having a child is worth everything I’ve had to give up and then some. But you already knew that.

Courtesy of PARENTS magazine; written by Merrin Dungey

I may not of written this but it sure is true!

2.5 going on 16!!

Oh ya the attitude has started. The other day I asked Brooklyn to clean up her toys, she looked at me rolled her eyes and said "ffffiiiiinnnneeee!" Seriously are you kidding me kid, you are 2.5 years old. This isn't suppose to happen till you are at least 9. I thought i had a few years.......guess NOT! Secretly I am laughing though. The thought "Payback's a bitch is coming to mind."

Just another day in the life

So I left Brooklyn and Cohen(daycare buddy) alone with finger paint when I went to put Brycen up to bed. I was gone no more then 5 minutes and this is how I found them.....

Yes I am a total HAMBALL!

I spend my days trying to get a laugh out of anyone who will laugh at me. Sure some of my tricks are boarderline shitheadish but I am cute.....sooooo what!!!
My most recent tricks include
*blowing raspberies when I am suppose to be swallowing my food. hehehe so what if they are wearing my dinner.
*I do "funny eyes" on command. (as per picture above)
*I stick my finger up my nose...like all the way up my nose. hehehe!
*When mom goes "ahhh ahh ahh" when she doesnt want me to do something, I turn around and give her my best smile and keep on trucking. Cause I can!

 

Mommy's little heart breaker!