Friday, April 29, 2011

history being made.

Say what you will about the insane royal wedding coverage, but this morning history was made.

When I was in middle school, my obsession with the royal family began. I remember writing an essay about how I was going to marry Prince William and be Queen of England.

Well obviously that didn't happen, but since I'm a huge Kate fan, I'll let this one go to her.

Being as how I eat this stuff up and love the whole idea of the British monarchy, I got up at the crack of dawn (3:50 am to be exact) and even got the kiddo up for a bit to see a "common" girl become a a Princess.

She only made it to see Kate walk down the aisle, but she saw the making of a Princess.

Can we talk about what a knockout Pippa Middleton is for a second? For real, what is in these Middleton girls' genes?!

Kate's dress. Swoon. Absolute perfection.

dress: Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen

These two? Precious. I wish them nothing but the best. They seem to be truly in love and the best of friends. Cheers to a long, happy future!!

Thursday, April 28, 2011

born this way.

Let's get real here for just a second.

Every single day, I look at my daughter and tell her how pretty she is. Of course I also tell her how smart she is, how funny she is, how sweet she is, and how bad she is (at that moment).

Just being honest.

The other day after I told her how pretty she was for oh, the three thousandth time, a thought raced across my mind. I was told once to not focus compliments on the physical, but instead to focus on intelligence, humor, or something along those lines. The thinking is so that one wouldn't put too much stock in looks, because looks fade.

While I get that, and I wholeheartedly agree that looks aren't everything, sometimes a girl just likes to hear she's pretty.

I hope that I don't raise BG to only focus on looks. Sometimes I feel convicted about the People magazines laying around touting skinny girls all over their covers or the tv shows with ridiculously pretty people running around in super expensive clothes. I don't want my daughter ever to compare herself to those images and feel she comes up short.


I have this odd sense of self confidence. I have NEVER been skinny. When I was in high school, I was super athletic and very toned but I still weighed 150 pounds. Yep. I said it. In numbers. However, it worked for me. Sometimes I felt like a beast among my super skinny friends, but most of the time, I felt great. I dated the most popular guy in school, hung out with all the popular kids, and was Prom Queen. I felt like I owned who I was.

That's not to say that I didn't struggle when I looked in the mirror. My thighs touch. Always have and pretty safe to say, they always will. I have a huge smile with tiny teeth. Lots of gum showing here people. I hate my nose. It has no shape and when I was little I wore a clothespin on it to try and make it skinnier. Didn't work. I got b*oobs at a very young age and tried to tape them down. Now I miss those perky little boogers more than I can even explain. I have very thin, very fine, hard to do anything with hair. Until college, it was board straight and wouldn't do a thing.


I was born that way.

Does that mean that I won't work my arse off to try and get my thighs to freaking separate for the love of all that is holy?

No. I'll work those suckers til I die.

But I've come to accept that I have a big smile. It's actually become my thing earning me endearing nicknames like "the Joker" and being one thing people recognize about me. It's something I search for in my child because I'm dying to pass it down.

My nose? Still blah. And slightly crooked after multiple sports injuries. But it's mine. It tells my stories.

My b*oobs? Well I'm pretty sure they're gone forever. Unless I can convince the hubs that cosmetic surgery would make a great Mother's Day gift one year. Right....

My body tells a story. It tells my story. It's my greatest asset and my greatest insecurity. It carried my child to term, it housed my others for a short time, it walked down the aisle, it paid for college.

It's mine.

I am very well aware that BG will face insecurity. Probably from a very young age thanks to the media and our nation's fascination with size. I just hope that she's confident in who she is, insecurities and all. I hope she owns it and knows that there is a reason she was born the way she is.

So what is it about you that makes you crazy? That you keep hidden? Today is your day.. own it, because as Gaga says "I'm beautiful in my way cause God makes no mistakes, I'm in the right track baby I was born this way".

Word, Gaga, word.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

i must confess....

In an attempt to "keep it real", which let's be honest, I usually am to the point of being too much so, I'm just putting some stuff out there.

Sometimes I feel like the world's worst Mom because there are times, I can't deal with hearing BG whine for one more second. The other night on the 3 1/2 hour drive home, she screamed/whined/cried the entire trip. Mr. P sat in the driver's seat cool, calm and collected as I just about lost my mind. He told me to "ignore her" (she was fed, dry, just overtired big time) and I looked at him like he was crazy. I could easier ignore someone ripping my fingernails off. It's that bad. Her whining? is like nails on a chalkboard to me. Only far, far worse.

She's at the age where the tantrums come quickly and fiercely. Sometimes by the time her Dad gets home from work, I just want to tag out. She is exhausting me. I know one day I will adore that feisty spirit, but right now... wow. I am tired.

Occasionally I like to go in the bathroom to "use" it, but instead I sit on the floor and read a magazine or catch up on tweets. It is about the only peace and quiet I get these days. I also read in the shower. I've been doing it since I was a teenager and am a pro at it. It's my "me" time.

At night I sneak into BG's room and pick her up and just hold and rock her. Sometimes in the madness that is her being all over the place and the assertion of her very will full spirit, I forget that she is still just a baby. My sweet, sweet baby. At night, in the peace and quiet I just soak up that baby smell that is so quickly fading. Gosh.. I just love her.

Anything you want to get off your chest today?

Monday, April 25, 2011

BG's (second) First Easter

Baby Girl was born the day before Easter last year. Being as how last Easter was spent like this..

..we decided to go all out with the First Easter activities this year.

We headed to Mr. P's parents house for the weekend to spend some time with them. Unfortunately his brother was pretty sick and was in the hospital all weekend so a lot of our time was spent up there making sure he was okay. It wasn't the way any of us wanted to spend Easter but once he made a very good turnaround on Saturday, we were able to enjoy most of the festivities.

On Sunday morning, we got up and let BG check out her basket of Easter goodies. Mr. P and I weren't doing baskets for each other this year but I couldn't resist getting him a small basket of candy.

Which who am I kidding? I've already devoured half. Oops.

Mr. P, BG, and I went with my father in law to church and then headed to eat lunch with my mother in law at the hospital cafeteria. So not my idea of Easter lunch but whatever. BG pranced up and down the halls in her Easter finest eating up all the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the nurses and visitors alike.

After lunch, we met up with Uncle Marine and headed back to the inlaws for a little Easter egg hunt. BG fell asleep in the truck on the way over, so we let her nap in her carseat in the car while we put out the eggs and got ready for the big hunt.

Once she woke up, it was on. She didn't really get the whole putting the egg in the basket thing, but she loved picking them up and chewing on them. I can't wait to see her running around next year!

We had such a fun time and I'm glad Uncle Marine and her Granny could be there. They got such a trip out of her.

Afterwards we got packed up and ready to head home when we realized we had no clue where BG was...

So busted.

Before leaving we went out to a local restaurant to meet some of the Uncle's friends and people he works with. It's so weird having him in the same town as the in-laws now but it does make visits pretty convenient. BG adored hanging out with her uncle and even got to go out just the two of them for Chick-fil-a one night. I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that she has him wrapped around her little finger.

All in all it was a nice, quiet holiday. Hope everyone had a great Easter!

Friday, April 22, 2011


So someone obviously didn't love the Easter Bunny.

Which let's be serious, there's something super scary about a lifesize rabbit. I'm thinking our kids understand that better than we do..

I hope everyone has an awesome Easter weekend. This is technically BG's second Easter but we'll be celebrating like it's her first . Which will include lots of chocolate for the Mama. Score.

I'm so thankful for Easter. I'm so thankful for a Savior that died for me so that I can live this blessed life. I'm so thankful that I get to celebrate that I am Saved.

Enjoy your weekend! I pray that everyone has a Happy Easter!
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Thursday, April 21, 2011

first birthday: friends and family

We are so, so lucky to have some amazing friends and family who adore our little girl. We had a great turnout with most of our family and some of our closest friends in the world for her party. It choked this Mama heart up just a bit the love I felt for my little one that day.

Our friends are one of the main reasons I miss Coastal Town. They are awesome.

And our families are spread out all over so it was very nice to have them come down for her big day.

But enough about that because I have the potential to get all teary again. Freaking hormones.

KP & I

Some of the old crew...

BG with her Granny and Granddaddy

Our friends from Sunday School. BG and M have been in the nursery together since they were newborns.. Sigh.

My friend, KT, and her little boy, T, who BG just loves.

Time to end the photo shoot when she starts going for the eyes!!!

BG and her two besties; Gabby and Kathryn.

I love these girls!

Blowing bubbles with Nonny and KH.

She loves her Daddy...

BG and her bff :)

Mr. P's family

With Mr. P's best friend

My family

End scene.. and looking a little worse for the wear..


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