parenting = fail.

Mr. Perfect and I had an epic parenting fail the other day.

I knew it was coming, but it still sucked.

It was actually my second one. But whose counting??

One morning, I got the bright idea to try and trim BG's fingernails real quick before I took her to the sitter. This was months ago. I now know to only do her nails when she's asleep or eating.

But it took me practically cutting off her finger to learn that.

Okay, so it wasn't that bad.

Basically I got the end of her finger in the clippers and chopped the skin off.

She didn't even realize it. She sat there in her car seat just looking at me with those big blue eyes as her finger bled all over the place.

I'm not kidding y'all. It would not quit bleeding.

I lost it. I could not quit crying. I went to the back and woke up Mr. Perfect. She still had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't even look at her. I might as well have cut off her arm for as bad as I felt.

So new parents that we were, we decided to stick a bandaid on her finger. On the tip. A regular bandaid.

Does anyone see where I'm going with this?

By the time I got to the sitter, there was no longer a bandaid. Her finger had quit bleeding though thanks to the fact that it was in her mouth.

Oh. good. gracious. Now I've lost the freakin' bandaid.

Thankfully I found it in the bottom of her carseat. After many, many more tears.

After that, we were doing very well for a while. No big mishaps to report. I was starting to think "Hey, we kind of rock at this!".

Bahahaha.

We bought BG a duck tub a while ago that she loves. But for the longest time, it was still too big for her. When she got to the point where she was flailing about in the tub and trying to play, but still couldn't sit up on her own, it became quite an adventure to bathe her.

One night, Mr. Perfect was bathing her and all of sudden, whoop, feet went flying and she went under.

Y'all. I was horrified.

He had her up in two seconds, but she was pissed.

I sat in the back with my hands over my mouth. She was fine and he hadn't taken his hands off of her, she just, slipped.

But I sat behind him in the bathroom all Smug Mama thinking "that would never happen to me...".

So the next night, I gave her a bath since Mr. P had to work late. We're hanging out chilling in the tub and she's leaning over reaching for one of her duck toys.

She's reaching, she's reaching...

Then I realized that my hand I have on her back to support her, is now literally holding her face. in. the. water.

What the crap?!?!

She bent over so far that she put her face in the water. She came up pissed.

I would be pissed too. Her parents tried to break her two nights in a row. What is wrong with us?!?

So neither time was really bad (please don't call child protective services, I swear she's fine!), but they horrified us. I never want this little one to get hurt.

It's a good thing these little babes are so tough.

It's also a good thing that we get a little better at this parenting thing each day. For BG's sake.

wordless wednesday

tuesday tidbits.

My mind is a mess right now. I am super stressed out but not quite ready to go into everything so.. bullet points will have to do today.

BG is officially sitting on her own. She will sit and play forever. She doesn't fall over anymore unless she leans way too far over to get a toy. Where is my baby?!?

I have not done anything physical this week. Wait. That's not true. I have walked to the pantry where the cookies are numerous times. Like too many to count. Operation Fattypants is a huge fail this week.

I'm feeling really unsettled here in this town right now. I know it all has to do with everything going on right now, but I am so ready to pick up and move. I. Is. Restless.

I am loving fall tv so far. Loving. DWTS is better than I thought it would be. Grey's started off slow, but I deeply love it so I will stick by. I actually like Desperate Housewives, although I'm not a fan of the Vanessa Williams character. And I thought Brothers & Sisters started off strong. I have so many shows currently hanging out in my DVR right now it's ridiculous Which shows are y'all loving so far?

Huge prayer request for Thursday. Mr. will be going out of town and the results are very, very important to this little family's future. I swear I will go more into detail when I can talk about it, but not there yet.. Just please say a quick prayer that all goes well.

I have so many drafted posts that I for some reason cannot get finished. I've lost my blogging mojo. Did I ever have blogging mojo?

Hope you're all having a great week. Thanks for the sweet comments, tweets, and emails. You guys seriously rock. I can't say enough how much I love my blogging/Twitter peeps!

tag. i'm it.

So I got tagged. A lot. But since I'm drawing a blank on blogging material at le moment anyway, I'm answering all the questions. So thanks Jill, Bonnie, and Laura for tagging me!

*I feel like a brat, but someone else may tagged me and I can't find that post in my Reader! I have the questions though, so I'll answer them, but I'm sorry I don't know who tagged me!

1. Do you have any nicknames? inappropriate = acceptable.
- Ever since I can remember I've been called the Joker. Because my smile turns up at the end. Whatever. I can rock it. And (can't believe I'm putting this on the interwebs), when I was in middle school, this annoying boy cornered me on the bus and tried to kiss me. I wouldn't let him and told him. He asked me "Why? 'Cause you got dookie on your lips?". Lucky for me, my pal Paul was sitting right there and thought it was hysterical. Love a 7th grade boy. So for years, seriously, I was called Dookie Lips. And I was popular. Whatever. Paul still calls me that. I would kill him if he wasn't a professional football player that could squash me. Stupid boy.
And my Dad calls me Jamona. I think that's it..
2. What's the last book you read? (and would you recommend it?)
- Ugh, Your Baby's First Year: Week by Week. Yea. I've been mommyfied.
3. Martini. shaken or stirred?
- Stirred. Always. And with gin. Martinis are not made with vodka!!
4. If you could go on vacation anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?
- Ireland. My family is from there and I just think it's gorgeous. I want to go hang with the big boys!
5. What is your biggest pet peeve?
- Is it bad that I have so many I'm having a hard time thinking of the biggest one?? I guess I would have to say bad drivers. I have road rage so bad it's ridiculous. Get out of the left lane people!
6. What is your favorite Disney animated movie? (i.e. Little Mermaid, Cinderella, etc.)
- The Fox and the Hound. Hands down. "I'm a hound dog. Roo, Roo." Gah. so cute!
7. What is your favorite little debbie?
- Chocolate chip cakes. I have been known to eat an entire box in one sitting. No shame.
8. Who is your hero?
- I don't have just one. I'd go with my parents and brother for serving their country so well and for putting their lives on the line. And I'll go with the hubs because he has literally saved my life. And I love him. =)

1. What was the last movie you watched?
- We watched "Funny People" the other day. Well, we didn't finish it because the kid woke up. We don't really have much movie time anymore!
2. What do you wish you spent less money on?
- food. We eat out way too much. Way. Too. Much.
3. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
- Hopefully finally in a job that I love in our dream house with Mr. P, BG, and maybe on other addition.. =) I just want to always be as happy as I am now. (cheese...)
4. What's your favorite non-alcoholic beverage?
- coffee. I drink it like water. I love it.
5. Where was the last vacation you took?
- Vacation?! What's that??
6. You're sick at home. Ramen Noodles or Campbell's Soup?
- Ramen. Always.
7. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
- Cookies 'n cream. I'm actually not an ice-cream fan (gasp!), but I will kill some cookies 'n cream.
8. What's your favorite nail polish color to wear?
- the answer in which I prove one more time that I am not a girly girl... I don't do nail polish. If I manage to go somewhere and get my nails done, I usually just pick whatever color I like on the wall.

1. What clothing item is at the top of your wish list for Fall?
- OTK boots. I'm drooling for them..
2. How often do you get your hair cut/done?
- once again, not a girly girl. I'm rocking some serious roots right now and I only get my hair cut when I can convince AP to do it for free!
3. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
- Already answered this up top, but I would go to Ireland. Greece would be a close second.
4. What is your favorite clothing store?
- I don't have a favorite. I literally shop all over the place. Forever 21 is great for accessories, Gap is my go to for jeans, Old Navy is my go to for sweaters, Lands End for cardigans.. I could do this all day.
5. If you could get any spa treatment for free tomorrow, what would you have done?
- I just want a massage! I've never had one!
6. What is the best movie you have seen in the past year?
- no clue. I couldn't even tell you what movies I've seen this year!
7. If you could pick up and move to any place in the United States, where would you go?
- Charleston, SC. It's where I hope to one day end up.
8. What is your favorite season?
- Fall! I love the clothes, the football, the oyster roasts, the leaves changing (not where I live, but other places!).. I just love, love, LOVE fall.

1. Were you named after anyone? Where did you parents get your name?
- My middle name is my Mom's first name. My name my parents just liked.
2. What is your favorite cereal?
- Cheerios. I easily eat about three bowls a day. At least.
3. What is your most favorite thing about yourself?
- physically: my eyes. - emotionally/mentally: I have the ability to "not care". I tend to stay pretty true to myself ignoring what others are into, doing, etc. I just kind of go with the flow.
4. Scary movies or happy endings?
- scary movies. Love, love, love them. And happy endings are cheesy.. =)
5. Do you like pets? Have you any?
- I think I like the idea of pets more than actually having them.. I know that sounds weird but mine are making me crazy right now. I have three dogs and a cat; Duke, Lacy, Cash, and Ace. They've been displaced as the "kids" in the house and they do NOT like that. Oh well.
6. Have you ever met a famous person?
- I met Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck at the store I worked at in college. They were in there shopping. He's awesome, she was tiny. I've met Dan Quayle (does he count?). And Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner were in the same hospital I was in December of 2004. I was having surgery and she had something happen when she was pregnant. We were on the same hall, but I missed them. Dang it!
7. Share with us two truths and one lie about yourself.
- Hmm... truths; I am very, very sarcastic. Probably too much so. And I laugh. A lot. I spend a good portion of the day laughing at myself, other people (oops), or whatever. I'd rather be laughing than anything else!
And a lie.. I kind of don't get this.. Sometimes I pretend that I'm interested in beauty tips and all that jazz, but honestly? I could care less. I wish I cared more!
8. What would your dream house be like?
- It would have a wrap-around porch, dark hard wood floors throughout, white wood outside, waterfront, clawfoot tubs in the bathrooms, arched doorways.. Clearly I've never thought about this!

Thanks for the tags ladies! Sorry it took me so long to do this! I'm sure everyone has done this by now, but if you haven't, grab 8 questions off here and do them. Then let me know you did so I can come see your answers!

25 weeks.

It's been quite a weekend. If you follow me on Twitter, I mentioned that our little family is going through a little trial of our own right now. Every family goes through them, and it seems our time is now. So we covet your prayers. If you have a minute, just throw up a quick one to the big man upstairs for us. We appreciate it.

I'll be back tomorrow.. Hope y'all had a great weekend!

fit train friday.

Okay. So I didn't do as well this week as last week.

Shoot me. I'm tired!

But..

Over last weekend, I did nada. But I ate (semi) well. That counts right?

Monday: nada (eek. I really didn't do well)

Tuesday: Couch to 5k Week 2 Day 1 at ten am. Not fun. I was dripping with sweat.

Wednesday: Shred at 5.30 am. I totally tune out Jillian that early in the morning and turn on Pandora. I may have to look at her, but I cannot deal with listening to her at that hour. I am not a saint.

Thursday: nothing. GAH! But in my defense, BG got up at four and decided it was playtime. By the time I got her back to bed at 5, I was dead on my feet. So I made nice with my pillow til 6.30. I have priorities. They just may keep me flabby.

Friday: Couch to 5k Week 2 Day 2. 5:00 am. I actually ran a little more than I was supposed to this morning because I did something I wasn't supposed to while running. *tee hee. I may be twenty eight, but I can pull off a stunt like a fifteen year old.

Overall; I've been eating healthier and getting in some exercise. Better than I was before. Although, and this could be gross so sorry, my tummy is out of control. Homegirl hurts 96% of the day. I'm blaming the healthy food and vitamins. I think my belly just wants McDonald's. Do you blame it??

After all that, I gained a pound.

Are. You. Kidding. Me.

It's okay. I told myself my fat was becoming heavy muscle.

I also tell myself that my roots are hot. I am a master of only believing what I want to hear.

But in all honesty, I feel better. I feel more toned so.. we shall keep this up.

Week 2 done of Operation Fattypants.

best. sound. ever.

WARNING:

This is pretty much the cutest thing ever. And it will more than likely make you want one of these little people.

But you can't have mine.

Although she's all for more friends so...

I love this sound.



She's such a mess.

reflections.

If someone had told me how I would feel about being a mother, I would have laughed in their face.

I didn't get it. I didn't get how I would totally be so in love with this little person. I didn't know how fierce I would be about protecting her.

I just didn't get it.

There's a lot that you are told about motherhood. Everyone is quick to wax poetic about how much you'll love the little one or "sleep when they sleep" yada yada yada. But there is so much more to this. So much.

If I could go back to April 3rd at about 11:55 am, I would whisper to that tired girl in that bed "Breathe in girl and relax. It's about to get real". My life changed forever one hour later. And it's never going to be the same.

I'm not going to lie. Some days I think about running off to a hotel for the night where I can just watch tv and sleep and just be all by myself. No husband, no baby, no dogs, no bottles to wash. Just sleep. As late as I want and as hard as I want. Some days she cries for no reason and I just look at her like "What the heck did I do to my life??". Some days she won't nap and I can't get anything done and I just want to pull my hair out.

There are definitely those days.

But... then she puts her hand on my face and looks at me with those big blue eyes and I melt. Or she falls asleep with her head nuzzled into my neck. Or she gets so excited and waves her hands madly when she sees me. And just like that, every tough time is forgotten.

I rock some pretty fierce circles under my eyes now. I'm still carrying a bit more weight on my 5'8 frame than I'm happy with. I can't buy a ton of new clothes that I'm aching to have.

But I honest to God don't care.

I'm a selfish person by nature. I know this about myself. I've gone through most of my life like a tornado. I've hurt people, said mean things, spent too much money, and generally been pretty thoughtless at times (not all the time- I swear there are some good sides of me!), but that's all changed.

Ok. So not all of it. I will still buy too many pairs of shoes and I will still squander my time and I will still say something really snarky occasionally, but hey. I'm working on it.

But I have changed.

She's changed me.

I spend no money without thinking of her first. I don't eat lunch out every day anymore because I know that five dollars can go to her. Every thought I have, every decision I make; she gets considered first.

Sometimes I look at that sweet face and wonder how on Earth anyone could ever hurt a child like her. It utterly baffles me. I get upset when I think people ignore her. The other night, she sat in a room smiling and giggling while people just talked around her and it broke my heart. She deserves the world.

And I know no one meant anything bad to her or meant to ignore her, but I am so defensive for her. I wish I could protect her for her whole life.

I'm still not a "kid" person by any means. I still like my kid's friends but I'm just not a kid person. But I adore her. She will forever be the best thing I've done in my life. She has made our family complete.

I know Mr. Perfect and I have always been happy. We've had a great marriage to this point and I love him with my whole heart. But I swear y'all, I didn't know it was possible to be this happy. She makes us laugh until we can't breathe. We just look at her and smile. I didn't know my heart could hold this kind of love.

So yea, my life has changed. Occasionally I think about "the good 'ol days" when I could wear expensive clothes, eat out every night, and go out with my girls at the drop of a hat. Sometimes I miss it. But the other 99.9% of the time... no way.

I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to do in this life for work. I'm not sure where we're supposed to live and raise our girl. I'm still not sure if we'll ever expand our family more. What I do know is this; this life I have with her? This is what I was made to do. I was made to be this little girl's Mom. I was made to spend my life with her and Mr. Perfect.

And I couldn't be any happier about that.

Twenty four weeks post-partum, I am a completely different person. And I'm totally diggin' it.

starting her early.

One of the things I am most excited about with having a little girl, is dressing her. She's like my little doll.

At least for right now while she can't fight back.

I've surprised myself with the fact that I cannot get enough of the smocked dresses, big bows, ruffles, lace, oh I die! I am so not a girly girl but on her.. I mean, how can you not like this?!

Anyway. All this blah blah to say, this weekend we hit a huge milestone with the little one.

She went on her first shoe shopping trip!!

Don't let the picture fool you. She was tha-rilled.

I'm determined to get this girl a pair of boots for the winter. Unfortunately for her, she appears to have her Mama's "elephantitis of the calves" and I couldn't quite find a pair that fit her calves and her foot.

Boo.

Oh well. There is always the next trip!

Every girl needs a pair of Mary Jane's right?!?

Oh the joys of having a little girl..

24 weeks.

Another week older.


Le sigh...



BG's been "sitting up" on her own for a while now. But that usually lasts a few seconds and then she flops to one side or the other.

Then on Saturday while we were getting ready for the Georgia game (which I still can't talk about), I got this out of her...



She sat up on her own for a good ten minutes! She was also leaning over, grabbing toys, and picking herself back up. Then on Sunday, she could sit up and play with her friend Gabby. I love it!




Not only that, but she sat by herself and fed herself the other day while I got ready. She's been holding her bottle with us for a while, but this was the first time she sat by herself and fed herself.



Oh this child... I love watching her learn and grow, but could we slow it down just a bit?!?!? Mama can't take it!

fit train friday.

Ok so... I said on Monday that this week began my time to get serious about no longer being a fatty. And surprisingly? I have not done too bad.

Working out at night just wasn't happening. I was way too tired to hit the pavement or do the Shred or pretty much even use the bathroom. Basically; I = tired. So if I was going to be successful at "Operation Fattypants", I was simply going to have to work out in the morning.

And lo and behold I have done just that.

Now granted, it's been one week. But who cares? Now I know I can do this. Here is this week's workouts:

Monday: Couch to 5k - Day one. Five minutes brisk walk to warm-up, then twenty minutes alternating between 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking.

Tuesday: the Shred. Jillian is even more of a monster at 5.30 in the morning.

Wednesday: Couch to 5k- Day dos. Same as day one.

Thursday: I slept in. Oops. Forgot to admit that one. And then I got no workout in because it was a long, long, long day.

Friday: Couch to 5k- Day three. Same as day one.

So Friday is my weigh in day. I am down one pound. Wahoo!!!! I'll take it!

I already feel better. I feel better about myself, I feel better in clothes. I just feel better. And that's after one week. The good thing is, I have a highly addictive personality (good in this case that is), and I am already addicted to this little exercise high I have going on right now. So maybe I'll keep it up.

I better. Because I just bought some jeans a size smaller than I should have for motivation. And Mama will be peeved if I can't wear them.

Also, the eating has been a lot better. I have been stalking reading more recipes on blogs lately so that I can cook more. And it's actually working. I am by no means a "Kitchen Queen", but I'm holding my own. Eating better is definitely helping with the jiggle factor too.

So week one done son. On to week two....

thursday tidbits.

I am way too tired to get a full on post out, but have so many thoughts running through my head. Looks like it's a bullet point kind of day.

We had to take BG to the doctor again today. She woke up this morning tugging on her ear which was red and swollen and draining. We called up there and were told to come in at 11.45. So we got up there about 11.20 and at noon I had to leave to go to work. Mr. Perfect and BG left at 2. Ridiculous. And that whole time she's sitting in a room with sick kids. I could literally see the germs crawling on the furniture. She was fine. I am over her doctor's office. At least she was happy about being up there.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a night where BG screamed for four hours. We called her doctor's office and left a message to be paged. Forty five minutes went by and no call. So we called again. Left another message. Still no call. SO I hit up my Twitter gals and of course, they came through. Even Mr. Perfect was impressed with you ladies for your help. You guys are much better than our freaking doctor. I really want to switch peds...

I am really invested in Teen Mom this season and I have no clue why. Of course it could be because I get to "watch" it with Megan and Kate and I love it. Our running commentary is hilarious. And we are all in agreement that Gary's belly gets way too much face time.

Speaking of Teen Mom, those girls kill me. Amber is a b*@#$. Hard core. And she treats Leah horrible. I'm not sure I understand how she still has that kid. And Farrah is a moron. If you leave your kid unattended in a kitchen sink, you are probably not smart enough to be a mom. My opinion, but seriously?

My dogs are driving me crazy. Crazy. I never thought I would be that dog mom, but I daresay I am. They are completely over shadowed by BG. Sorry. I wish I knew how to fix it, but right now I am just overwhelmed by them.

After hearing multiple rave reviews, I purchased four Lands End cardis and a couple pair of Gap jeans. I love them. Of course this is why blogging is bad for my bank account but I don't care. I almost feel set for fall. So quit holding out on the cooler weather Mother Nature.

My current favorite pair of jeans are a maternity pair. I don't think this says good things about me.

Ever since I started taking Flintstones' vitamins, my tummy hurts. Those two things have to be related right?

Mr. Perfect kept BG this afternoon after her appointment by himself for a few hours. Tell me why she was perfect and took a two hour nap for him?! Where is that when Mama has you???

At her appointment today (you know the one where she was supposed to be sick), BG laughed hysterically for ten minutes at a little girl jumping by the wall. Hysterically. And loud. Everyone was watching her. She is so precious. And hey? It's better than being the kid that cries all the time.

Fit Train Friday will be posted tomorrow, and gasp, there's actually news to be posted! Will it be good or bad... stay tuned.

I am so ready for fall tv. I've already planned out my schedule. Does this make me a super dork? Or just super OCD? I don't care. I will be irate if I miss one of my shows!

Hope you're all having a good week. Has it cooled off out there yet? Am I the only one still sweating just by breathing??

wordless wednesday

weekend wrap-up- a birthday edition.

It seems the older I get, the more birthdays just become "another day".

And honestly?

Completely okay.

Dishes still have to be washed, floor vacuumed, dogs fed, and now that I have my own house and family, I'm the one doing a lot of that. There's no time to just sit around and eat cake and open presents.

However, on Friday, my Mr. Perfect made it "my day".

I woke up to a little surprise from the two loves of my life.

Yes, I look scary. But look at that sweetie holding on to that bag! I love her!

Mr. Perfect and BG got me the most perfect diamond cross necklace that I've been dying to have for a while. If you follow me on Twitter, I posted a picture of it on Friday.

Then after I got dressed, I turned around to see this.

My favorite cake ever. Coldstone Cake Batter. Which I proceeded to eat three pieces of before we even made it out to lunch.

We spent the rest of the day running errands and having sushi for lunch.

I also managed to have not one, but two, meltdowns during the day. I think the heat, my current sucky body image, and the stupid Georgia DMV were just too much for me to handle all in one day. I lost it in the car after dealing with the DMV.

Hey, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Once I put my big girl pants on and went back home, I was greeted by a giggling five month old who immediately put my smile back on my face.

Seriously? What did we do before her?

That night, Mr. P and I packed up BG and took her to our friend KP's for a few hours so that we could have a date night.

We went out to eat at a very nice restaurant here in town, where Mr. P somehow got them to print "Happy Birthday P.I" on the menus for me. Totally awesome. I felt like hot stuff.

Because of the ridiculous humidity, my shoes stretched to gargantuan dimensions and gave me huge blisters. Super fun. So I walked through Downtown to our next destination with no shoes.

I probably now have some flesh eating disease. To go with my fierce blisters.

After dinner, we went and saw a show put on by local artists. They sang a bunch of different songs that are relative to the South. It was awesome. Right up my alley.


I had a cardigan on to cover up the awesome bra strap, but I took it off with the shoes. I can't begin to explain to y'all how hot it was here Friday night. I might live in the outer circle of Hell.

During the show, KP texted me to ask me how to get BG to stop crying! I felt so bad. She's been feeling kind of lousy lately, and hadn't napped well all day, so I kind of expected that (sorry KP!). Poor girl is also not a fan of other people trying to get her to go to bed. It throws her off and she does not like surprises!

We debated leaving to get her, but we knew she would calm down and be fine soon enough, so we finished up our date. Sure enough, we talked to KP a few minutes later and she was crashed out in the bed.

Saturday was my actual birthday and the Mister had to work all day. Apparently my birthday doesn't qualify as a national holiday, which it should but for other reasons, but I digress..

I was really looking forward to introducing BG to some Bulldog football. We went and did a little shopping before the game, and then met some family to eat and watch the game. BG was totally into the game at first, but then I looked over and saw this..

Clearly the girl doesn't understand the importance of SEC football.

After lunch we headed home and put on our full game day gear for the second half.

Somehow, even with a cheerleader that dang cute, the Dawgs still managed to lose. Not cool boys. Hopefully we'll pull out a win next week against the Hogs! (sorry Megan!)

After the Georgia game, I let BG change into her Clemson onesie for her Daddy. I personally think she bleeds red and black, but... She's half his so I'll throw him a bone every now and then!


That night we headed over to KP's house for a bit. KP is a huge Alabama fan, so a few of us girls go together to hang out, eat a bit, watch the game, and celebrate me being another year closer to thirty. I even let KP dress BG in a Bama dress for a bit which I know Sara loved!

We did another little photoshoot with the girls while we were there and dealt with some drama, but that will be another post.

We did have a little dance party for the babies. I've been out dancing for my birthday plenty of times, but I have to say this was a first. But oh so hilarious!

I had a good time. Low key night over all. The times really have changed.

Sunday, BG and I slept pretty much all day. She's been battling a stuffy nose for a few days, and I think the weekend of late nights caught up with her because she napped like there was no tomorrow. That was fine with this girl. I did the same.

We did wake up in the afternoon in time to enjoy a good bit of Naked Baby Sunday. It's the best time all day!





We do love our little nudist.

We wrapped up our weekend by going to evening church since we slept through the a.m. services. Then came home and got ready for the week.

I do have to say, I still sometimes cannot believe this is my life. I am so ridiculously blessed. I had the best birthday. With the love of my life, my sweet angel, an amazing family, great friends, and amazing blog and Twitter friends surrounding me, I feel like quite possibly the luckiest girl in the world. Thanks for all the birthday wishes ladies. They really meant more than you know!

23 weeks.

Oh goodness. It really is amazing what can change with this little one in a week.


She's been getting more vocal every day, but last Saturday she started this "singing" thing and it is beyond adorable. Every morning she wakes herself up about five and will sing in her crib for a good 30 minutes. She'll then usually go back to sleep. Sometimes she decides we should get up and play with her too though...

Don't mind the video quality. Apparently I went stupid and forgot how to use the camera.

I also finally caught her raspberries on film. And if posting this video doesn't show I love her...

Normally I would throw this footage away as it shows my fierce spare tire, but my daughter's cute. So I'm putting my big girl pants on and posting it. Oh parenthood...

She is also into everything. Everything.

I left a wet paint canvas in the living room. On the opposite side of the room from where BG was. I walked in to the kitchen to grab a drink. I came back and BG was "revising" my canvas. Le sigh... I guess it begins.

She's started opening and closing her mouth real quick while saying "da da da da" or something along those lines. I should get that on tape. It's hilarious.

She's such a doll. Every day she shows that she just has a sweet, calm disposition. No idea where she got that, but I'll take it.

She is the type of baby that makes parents decide to have a second one.

9-11

Nine years ago, I turned nineteen.

I was a freshman in college and was sleeping until the absolute last minute where I could get up and still get to class on time. Clearly I haven't grown out of that habit.. My roommate and my suite mate were up getting ready and watching tv. Out of nowhere, I heard my roomie, Lori, gasp and turn the tv up.

I got out of bed to a world that had been turned upside down.

We watched in shock at the coverage following the first plane hitting. We hurried to class where we saw the second one hit. Our campus was in shock.

I called my Mom. My Dad was flying to DC that day and we had no idea where he was. They wouldn't tell us where his plane was. Worst day of my life.

Since then my Dad has deployed twice. My brother has deployed once.

Worlds were turned upside down that day. I can't imagine how the people who lost loved ones must feel on this day..

Nine years ago I turned nineteen years old. Today I turn twenty eight. Amazing what nine years can teach a person. Amazing what nine years can do to a country..

My thoughts and prayers got out to those of you affected by 9-11.

My day will be spent cuddling this little one...

And thanking God for another very happy birthday.

fit train friday.

Ugh.

I have majorly fallen off the fit train.

And in doing so, have managed to put back on 5 lbs.

Gross.

But no more (I know, I know, I've said it before).

See here's the deal. Somehow I've gotten out of sync with mine and BG's schedule. I was getting up every morning at about 5.45 and getting ready for the day before I got her up at 6.30. Well I've been slacking and sleeping late or going back to sleep with her at her first nap and it kills my day. I lose all productivity and I feel like I've slept away the day.

So starting tomorrow (we're celebrating my bday today and I don't diet while celebrating!), I'm getting back up at 5.30 to begin my day. I figure what better day to start than the day I turn 28. Might as well make this new year about getting healthy.

I've also been cooking a lot more which has been better than eating out. But I've also been snacking more. I. Can't. Quit. Eating.

But I can't deal with the way I look, feel, etc. anymore. I feel horrible. I feel lazy and slovenly and greasy. Yes, greasy. It's like food is oozing out of my pores.

So wish me luck. And if you want to keep me accountable by sending me tweet's or comments saying "Hey lazy! How's the pound loss coming?!?", well, that would be fine by me.

Here's to getting hott at 28. Yep. I said it.

Because let's face it. Rolls are only hot when you look like this...