Rainy day

   It is a wonderful, rainy day. Too rainy to worry about the loads of work that need to be done outside. So my response to this is to sit on my favorite chair with my favorite coffee cup and listen to silence while P. takes a nap.

     Sometimes, when it's like this I feel like maybe I should quit my job. Those moments don't last long though.

    Anyway, I am trying to use a few minutes of free time wisely so I am planning out some cute projects.

    Here is one I am DEFINITELY doing...I've already bought a few things for it and had the photos printed...I can't wait.

But I figure I must wait until my husband cuts the wood, he hates it when I think I can use power tools without him.

And I can't wait to make this for our trip to Alaska, I love to have things organized in my luggage :)

Although, I almost forgot to mention that before I make this super cute makeup brush holder I have to hone my sewing skills. And by hone, I mean get some.

Also, somewhere in my head is a need to be organized, almost ALL the time. I'm looking for some type of foldery thing that I can put the mail in as soon as we get it so it doesn't sit in the living room for one full day then in the office until the moment finally comes when I'm ready to do the bills. This system feels so outta control. Any ideas?? Let me know.

Better late than never...right?

For mothers day, my husband said, "Hun, what do you want me to get you?"

Don't you just love questions like that, as if you want to tell them what you think you want.

Last year, for my first mother's day, Tim had pictures taken of him and the baby, bought an awesome fram and gave it to me, all wrapped up and amazing!

So, this year, all I wanted was some more of those amazing pictures. The ones that remind me how wonderful and amazing being a mommy is. The ones that make me so proud to be married to the man of my dreams. It is amazing to look back, even though just one year has passed, and see how much has changed.

Here are some of my favorite shots from this year...you'll see they are similar to my favorites from last year. I'm just reminded again of God's greatness, grace and mercy in our lives!

boring is good.

Well, what a great day. I say its great because I finally have found some time to write a lil' blog post. It's been a busy week and a half.
We're working on the backyard, still. The retaining wall is up but that's about all. We still have extensive landscaping and the patio and the deck to do. Thank goodness for contractors and other folks that know what they are doing, because we sure don't ;)
Peyton is starting to talk so much, mimicking words after we say them. How cute is that? And he gets into everything, and breaks out of the house...same as before but with more vigor these days.
Not much else, have a great day too!

Backyard..take 1.

So this is it...the week has finally come.

I guess I should start my story by telling you about the problem. The problem is our backyard. I never really liked it right off the bat. It is far too big and has way too much space that has to be landscaped. You know what I mean, mulched area, not grass. And then if you have mulched are you have to plant something in it and I just CANNOT grow ANYTHING!

The huge mulched area I can do nothing with

So the excavator is coming today and troops to help us dig up the whole yard. We are moving the retaining wall, putting up a new stone one; digging up the "grass" (which right now is more like mossy stuff); getting a new deck; new patio area...everything NEW!

I hate that "island" around the tree, it will be removed today!

Wish us luck and pray for our backs, it might get kinda rough 'round here the next few days ;)

spinning

I've recently realized how many meanings there are to the word spinning.

#1) It used to mean turning around in place, you know, like a fun game to make you dizzy.

#2) Then I realized a new meaning. Spinning, as in spinning in place. Like you're not getting anywhere. You know the feeling, running all day and at the end of the day feeling like you didn't get anything done. To me, this is the most real form and true meaning of the word.

I guess that's because I'm the mom of a toddler..hahaha!

#3) Now, there's spinning, like the exercise. I went with a friend this week to "spinning class". I'm sure your all familiar with the idea of an exercise bike. A stationary bike that we did "jumps" and "climbs" and "sprints". All I can say is that my hiney hurt. bad. Those bike seats and those bones are not meant for each other.

Bless the hearts of those regular spinners who sacrifice their comfort for spinning class. But, I can understand, it WAS pretty fun. It was easier to talk to the other members of the class than other exercise classes I have been to before. I mean how can you carry on a conversation in step class or kick boxing as you're jumping around and spinning (in this case see the above description #1).

Anyway, here's to trying new things. And sorry there are no pictures, boring I know, but it's for your best interest :)

Junie's dream

I didn't know if I'd ever publish this, but its been rolling around in my head for some time now-so I decided write it down and see how I felt afterwards.

Junie is my most wonderful big sister. She has a unique name, fitting her perfectly.

I was born in December and Junie turned 2 in January. I remember hearing stories about how excited Junie was to hear she was a big sister. My aunt recalls the story and cries every time, and she's been telling it for 28 years!

I think one of my first memories was when Junie got to go to kindergarten. It might not be a TRUE memory as much as it is the familiarity of seeing the picture...me standing outside the bus crying and Junie sitting like a good girl , looking out of the bus window. I'm not sure if she was upset too, but I'd like to think that she was.

We have always been best friends, playing outside when it was warm and inside when we had to. I recall an entire town built out in the woods. She had the big room-of course. Did I mention she's naturally bossy. We had a kitchen, complete with ant filled bottles we'd found in the woods. We even cooked "dinner" on our "stove"....ummm....mud pies!

As we grew up, we had our pains and fights. It got worse when we became teenagers. We fought over clothes, shoes, hair products and everything else. She was always mad that I was doing things she wasn't allowed to do. When I was 12 we went to camp, and although she had waited the dictated 14 1/2 years to wear makeup, I wore it that year at camp. She was so upset, but I never was one to follow the rules EXACTLY. (I've always had the motto, "better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission")

Then she got her drivers license and we fought because I wanted to go and sometimes she didn't want me to. I will say though, she was almost always good at letting me tag-along. This is saying a lot for a 16 year old with a 14 year old sister. Thanks to having a big sister, I got to socialize twice as much as she did when she was my age.

When Junie got back from Bolivia

When Junie was 16 she got the chance to go on a missions trip to Bolivia. We have some friends that lived there and she was going to visit and help at their school. She was gone for over a month. That was the year I "grew up". I mean I got my first real haircut. The one where I told the lady what I wanted and she showed me how to style it myself. I'm not sure why, but my mom let me get fake nails that year- I must have begged her. When Junie got home and saw me she cried because she said I had changed so much.

When Junie turned 17, she was a senior in high school. The only day I probably remember that year was a beautiful fall day. It was so nice and warm so Junie went on a walk with our friend, Kristen. She was talking about how blue the sky was and just then, she hit the pavement. She was having a seizure, just out of the blue. I'll never forget the panic that ensued and how my mom rushed us all to the emergency room, right behind the ambulance. When we got in to see Junie, she was doing better, although somewhat post-ictal. I didn't know it then, but its normal for someone to be out of it after a seizure. Sometimes I wish I knew then what I know now, but most of the time I'm glad I didn't. You know, ignorance is bliss.

When Junie started waking up more, I'll never forget the first thing she was talking about....her UNDERWEAR!! She's just so funny. She was saying that's why you should always wear your best underwear, because you don't know what your day might bring.

They treated Junie for the seizure and referred her to a neurologist for follow up. I don't remember actually putting too much more thought toward the seizure. Our family just trusted the Lord and continued believe He could heal a seizure disorder.

In the spring, Junie and I were at the public library. We were doing homework and getting some books for school. As we were leaving, Junie had another seizure. Mom wasn't there so some bystander must have called the ambulance. The whole memory is a blur to me except that I will always remember how white her face got and how her eyes rolled back in her head. It was so scary, I thought she was dying. To this day, patients having seizures are some of my least favorite to take care of...it makes me feel eerie. After this second seizure and the follow up with the neurologist they did more tests.

Finally Junie was diagnosed with neuro cystercercosis. For some reason, there were spots on the back of her brain that didn't show up with the CT scan but they did show on the MRI. The doctors said it was a parasite she had likely contracted while she was in Bolivia. It's rather common in South America. We were heartbroken but glad to finally have a reason for all the seizures. Junie's neurologist ordered treatments and more tests.  The treatments required an overnight stay in the hospital and medications including steroids to keep her brain from swelling during the treatments.  Although she had to spend the night at the hospital, we chose to see it as a "party time". The pediatric ward let us have the TV with the VCR on it. They also had video games and gave us full access to the patient "pantry". Junie ate ice cream and jello all day and night. Unfortunately, she only felt good the first day of the treatment and then not so great the rest of the time during.

Junie was treated three times for the cystercercosis but this is not the end of her story. So consider this part one and please pray for her when you get a chance.
Click this link to see more: Still Praying for Junie

Anesthesia Graduation!

I can't even begin to write about or convey how proud I am of my husband. Only the Lord knows what a struggle it was and how much we depended on Him to get us through. God has truly been so good to us.

We went to Philly for Tim's graduation dinner over the weekend. My heart was so full I nearly cried through the entire ceremony/ dinner.

Here are some of our shots.

The whole class

Just us

Here is Tim with his proud parents.

I just can't get over it, I keep saying to Tim, "They can never make you go back. Peyton will never remember those hard times with you in school."

And to make it even more final, Tim had his first day of real work today!!!

Lobster fest!!

Lobster, steak and fire- does it get any better?

In memory/honor of our annual trip to Maine (that got canceled thanks to prego friends) we decided to eat like we were in Maine.

Yup, here are the prego friends!! And that's me with one huge piece of lobster meat, harvested perfectly with nothing but a meat pounder and scissors from Ikea. We ate so much and topped it all off with smores, a truly amazing way to spend an evening!

Nothing better

I'm sitting here in my chair. I just got home from work and finally have my feet up, it's awesome. But the most amazing thing is happening just beside me. Tim is reading to the baby. How amazing to hear my most amazing husband making all the sounds of the animals in the Noah's Ark book and then hear Peyton laugh jovially and point to the animals.

This is what makes me so very happy!

There really is NOTHING better!

May goals

I feel that I must set some goals for myself so I figure if I write them down, I might actually do them?



I am going to do better this month with blogging.

I am going to do better this month with scrap booking.

I WILL run more this month.

I am going to do better this month with Tuesday night prayer at church.

I am going to do better this month supporting my husband.

I am going to do better this month organizing and throwing stuff away.

I am going to have a yard sale this month.

I will spend less money this month.

I will enjoy every minute I have with my little men (even more than before)



Any suggestions? Seems like I have alot to do...

First Haircut :( and other firsts.

                                                            We did it, another first.

Peyton had his first hair cut today. And I'm pretty sad about it. Of course I took lots of pictures to put in the scrapbook even though I wasn't too stoked about seeing him grow up so fast.

We took him to Tim's barber. It was so cute

Unfortunately, we had to wait about 20 minutes before it was our turn. Peyton used his time wisely and got some practice at sitting nicely in the barber chair. Daddy showed him how.

He wasn't too sure about the guy at first. They had this "home-made" chair to put on the real one. It was perfect for him, it kept him from taking a flying leaper out of the chair. I guess these guys have had some experience with little fellas.

Daddy had to help him hold his head still and I was feeding him gummies the entire time to make sure he was appropriately distracted.

Now, I know he doesn't have much hair but what he did have was getting pretty long and crazy looking. If there's one thing we don't want it's a little guy with a little mullet.

He LOVED the vacuum that they used to get rid of the extra tiny hairs.

We also had experience this week with letting Peyton feed himself with a spoon. He really had fun with the yogurt.

 

Bad Blogger Tuesday

I've been terrible at blogging this week, but really, I have a good excuse. Our days last week were filled with fun and vacation :)
Peyton learning to ride the big boy mountain bike with daddy.

After trying to ride the mountain bike, Peyton moved on to more conquerable things, like riding the vacuum

Then we went to Virginia to "vacation" with family and friends. It was  a nice break from work and studying

Me and my sissy, Aunt Junie

Peyton LOVED riding the 4 wheeler with Poppy

And checking on his cow, Cameron.

And learning how to drive the tractor, a real John Deere.

So this was our vacation, our week and the reason I didn't blog too much. We were too busy relaxing!

A really big....birthday

So, this happened almost a month ago, but I FINALLY have my pics :)

Me and the birthday boy at our construction themed party, he loved it!

We had super cute bunting and cupcakes. And personilized water bottles thanks to Aunt Meggy* she can be seen here. (She's uber creative and helped tons)

Plastic ware wrapped in caution tape...and lots of crackery like foods for hungry toddlers. They had grilled cheese for the main course and the adults had made to order panini's.

A yellow tractor cake...Oh my!

Favors...super cute if I do say so. I scored these pails at Michaels for 1/2 price (total 0.50 ea) and the hard books at the dollar store (2/ $1).

The cupcake tower. Yes, you are seeing this right. We had the main cake (chocolate with cooked icing) recipe here and vanilla cupcakes AND P's yellow tractor cake. We were eating cake for weeks after the party;)

I can't believe how fast my litle man is growing up, time flies so I try not to blink.