This is hiliarious and pretty much sums up my life!

Why Having a Toddler is
Like Being at a Frat Party*


*That one frat party I've ever been to, having gone to a Very Serious Arts College.

10. There are half-full, brightly-colored plastic cups on the floor in every room. Three are in the bathtub.

9. There's always that one girl, bawling her eyes out in a corner.

8. It's best not to assume that the person closest to you has any control over their digestive function.

7. You sneak off to the bathroom knowing that as soon as you sit down, someone's going to start banging on the door.

6. Probably 80% of the stains on the furniture contain DNA.

5. You've got someone in your face at 3 a.m. looking for a drink.

4. There's definitely going to be a fight.

3. You're not sure whether anything you're doing is right, you just hope it won't get you arrested.

2. There are crumpled-up underpants everywhere.

1. You wake up wondering exactly how and when the person in bed with you got there.

Dog days of Summer!

What I love about summer

:: Cookouts with friends and family
:: wearing next to nothing outside and not being cold
:: The tan
:: Fun in the sun
:: All the fresh air and being out of the house
:: The freedom and fun
:: Drinks on the deck
:: Campfires/camping
:: The cottage
:: Fishing/walking/rollerblading
:: Stays light later
:: Thunderstorms

Oh I wish it was summer forever!!

Wordless Wednesday!

14 months already!

Holy cow I cant believe it!

You are growing like a bad weed!
You are climbing everything, the couches, the chairs, the tables...you are insanely busy!
You know most of your animal sounds, dog says woof, duck says quack, cow says moo, ect!
You have 4.5 teeth and are working on the other 3 eye teeth!
You still wake up to come and sleep with me...every single night! Daddy has been out of a bed for 14 months buddy!
You are going to be T-R-O-U-B-L-E!!
You are determined like I have never seen in a child. I pray you put that to good use!
You are stubborn as is your sister, and you have a mind of your own!
You love to cuddle and give hugs
You love dirt, sand and water...preferably all together.
You hate being told No or to stop in fact WHEN YOU HEAR THAT YOU INSIST ON DOING IT ANYWAY!
We love you little man!

Trip down memory lane!

Last night I realized that in one month I will be 3-0! OMG! That lead me to start thinking about how much both my kids have grown in a year. I began to rewatch video footage we have of both the kids (babies) and it really hit me how quickly they grow up. Brooklyn most definitely is a little girl now not the little toddler singing "tinkle tinkle wittle tar" to her new born baby brother. She can now say grammy not nammy and she can actually wish auntie Jody Happy birthday instead of saying "Happy dody!" and Brycen is surely the bruiser toddler, running around, climbing and chasing his sister. No more helpless baby cooing at his mommy.
Children grow up so fast and it is so bittersweet because those moments are gone forever stolen by time never to return which is sad yet necessary obviously. I cried a little tear last night reminiscing on those days. I have spent everyday of their life with them and I still can't figure out where the time has gone!
Dont blink!

Just Because!!

Cottage loving!!!

JUST A MOM?

Found this little read and I thought it was very appropriate!!!

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
'do you have a job or are you just a ...?'

'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.

'I'm a Mom.'

'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,'
Said the recorder emphatically.


I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'
Motherhood!

What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.