so much stress, but I will have plenty of storage for it all

So the perfect husband, baby puppy and I will be embarking on a new adventure soon. Soonish. Soon-y? Soon, if you can call once the cars are paid off and we find a piece of land that fits our criteria and finally come to terms with a design and materials and my husband and I decide on a color of brick, soon, then soon. Anyway...
We will be building a new home. argh. I have a feeling that I may have finally bit off more than I can chew guys. I am so gonna lose it but I am also starting to get really excited. We have been looking at houses since before Frankie was born and nothing was ever exactly what we really wanted or in the area we wanted and it started to seem like we were paying an awful lot to not get even CLOSE to what we wanted so we are finally biting the bullet and shopping for land instead. I have found a few house plans and the father in law is an architect so I will be picking his brain like crazy, I have some modified plans in the works and we will be attending the local home builders show this weekend so I can say that I am equal parts excited and terrified but over the next 2-3 years I am sure I will have this all worked out. :) (God I hope it dosent take that long...)

Here is an idea I modified in paint :)

This one is a little rough. Don't say I didn't warn you...

Today is 10 pounds of suck in a 8 pound bag.


There is really no other way I can describe today… I am having a rough one and it isn’t due to anything that has happened directly to me. I am upset that I am currently located smack dab in the middle of two other locations in the country that need me (or don’t? I don’t know.) I wish I was in Iowa so I could talk with my cousin, who I think could use someone to vent to or a drinking buddy, at the very least. I also wish I was in South Carolina with my best friend and her daughter who are having a suck fest of their own. I hate being far away from the people that I love. HATEHATEHATEHATEHATEHATE it! This brings me to the root of most problems that have been causing problems in my loved ones lives lately and I feel that I need to vent a bit. I feel I should warn my readers that I do not give two shits if this offends anyone. If you are a parent, the main requirement is now and ALWAYS HAS BEEN that you love your child. Simple, right? Yes. Okay. Let’s get a little more complicated in the next step. Now, you also need to put your child’s needs ahead of your own. Okay, who did I confuse? Anyone? If I did, then STEP THE FUCK OUT OF THE GODDAMNED GENE POOL! Now (Holy Shitballs y’all. It is gonna get tough but I promise this is the last step. Toughen up!) Read the first requirement. Now read the second requirement. See that first one? See that second one? Okay, this is the last one. Re-read them. Re-read them again. THAT LASTS FOR YOUR CHILD’S ENTIRE LIFE!

If you can’t handle that, let me know and I will drop by at your leisure and sterilize you free of charge.



Have a wonderful day.

Random Observation of the day...

I am cheating. This observation is actually from this weekend but here goes...

When I see a black porsche and notice that a woman is driving it, my initial reaction is "Good for her!!"
When I see a black porsche and notice that a man is driving it, my initial reaction is "douchebag."

Hmmm....girl power?

you know you are a mother when....

Here is a new list I have been making in my head for a few weeks now. I feel like sharing it with you all. :)

You know you are officially a mom when:

-You look forward to beating your family home so you can have a few moments alone to have a nice hot QUIET shower alone.
-When someone asks you what is on your shirt and your brain starts to chant "Dearlordnotpoopnotpoopnotpoopnotpoopnotpoop"
-You have held and fed a baby with one arm while cleaning spit up off of your couch.
-You have had a conversation with your spouse that involves only sylablles and hand motions because an infant is sleeping on your chest.
-You have had a hilarious conversation with a baby that involved absolutely no words at all and you both totally understood.
-You have attempted to lick what you thought was coffee off of your hand (you know, the sticky coffee residue that can get on the side of your hand from your coffee cup?) and found out it wasn't coffee at all (it wasn't coffee, guys. IT WASN'T COFFEE!)
-You have seriously considered drinking hand sanitizer to get the funk off of your tongue.

Things I've learned in the first two months...(this post is likely to be misconstrued and held against me)

I would like to start out by saying that I am incredibly blessed to be surrounded by family and friends that want to be such a huge part of my daughters life. I mean that with all of my heart, truly. It has just recently occurred to me that I may have been putting the needs and wants of the masses ahead of the needs and wants of her father and I. (I realized this about the time I realized that I had not taken any pictures of her baptism nor were there any pictures of us with our daughter for her baptism. We will never get that day back. It made me cry.) This weekend we finally stood up and said no to event invitations and took two entire days alone at home with our daughter and it has been amazing. She has stayed on a schedule, we have had tummy time and play time and some of the funniest conversations involving only grunts and syllables in the entire galaxy. Cheech (our puppy) has actually tried to play with her for the first time, which leads me to believe that the problem wasn't that he wasn't into babies, it was that he wasn't around her enough to figure her out. Once she is big enough to throw a tennis ball, I think they will be best friends. This weekend was just what the four of us needed, which leads me to the following list...

The most important things to remember:
I am her mother, not her driver. I should act like it.
When she is sleeping, we will not be leaving the house.
When she is eating or due to eat, we will not be leaving the house.
If we have not spent at LEAST three consecutive hours together as a family, we will not be leaving the house.


These are our new family rules and I am sticking to them. Now back to baby time, I don't want to miss a thing...

tomorrow is gonna suck

I can't really think about anything other than that,well that and the fact that I hate my new laptop because the HP people thought that silver keys with silver letters would look cool but isn't functional AT ALL.  I'm a little grumpy. I start back at work romorrow (GOD DAMN YOU HP!) tomorrow. I start back at work tomorrow whick means (GOD DAMN YOU HP!) which means that I have to take my girl to daycare where she gets to spread her cute all over people who aren't me. All day. Without mommy. 8 hours. I hate work. and HP. Screw real life.

Hello old friends!

I have been MIA and I apologize but it is CRAZY hard to blog with a newborn! Talk about a trip! I will be the first to admit that I am the same girl that swore I  wasn't getting married until I had "nothing better to do with her life" (I got married at 20) and then swore I was never having children (Hello biological clock!) so I clearly had no clue what I really wanted out of life back then.
(side-note: one sentence in and I have stopped twice to retrieve a binky and suck snot out of tiny nostrils. I have no clue where I was going with that intro...)
Okay, just had to stop to re-wrap the girl twice, explain that if I don't keep her arms warm the police will take her away from me and then counter her resounding argument with the super mature retort of "brown hair, don't care."
Her arms still aren't swaddled.
Me = mother of the year.
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I freaking love motherhood. Seriously.
Six weeks in and I think I am getting the hang of this. Now, don't get me wrong..this is the biggest, scariest thing I have ever done and it took a lot of adjusting (and Prozac) to get to the point of being able to say I can totally do this. There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for that little girl.

My favorite things that have surprised me with my daughter:
Dance parties with her are way more fun than a dance club on a saturday night.
She has great taste in music.
She has an awesome sense of humor and irony.

Now for pictures. :)

That's my girl!!

Seriously....I made that.