Sentimental Mushiness

Since Wednesday, I have been missing one of the most important people in my life because he is out of town working his cute little bum off. He's been working this AWFUL shift:

7 p.m. - 4 a.m.

Tell me THAT doesn't suck.

So when he leaves his dirty clothes on the ground, one dirty sock over here and the other over there, or his cereal bowl on the table with milk still in it, and opened chip bags just chilling in the floor--I dont even bat an eye {not much anyway} because he works as hard as he can and loves as much as he can for our wittle family.

{Our first picture}

{TRUE LOVE IS}

- not complaining when I dont shave my legs, for lets say two weeks

{hypothetically speaking of course} hahaha.

- biting his tongue when he gets in my trashed out car.

- surprising me with a large coke from Sonic because he knows its my favorite.

-Working hard every day to support me and Parker.

- Laughing at my stupid "blonde" moments and saying "Bless your heart" instead of calling me a dumbass.

- His generous cuddles, kisses, hugs, & "I love you's"

- agreeing to watch one of my {dumb chick flicks, that I've seen a thousand times}when we have movie nights.

- Remembering our Anniversary. { October 15th}

- Giving me a smooch on the forehead and an {I love you} every morning before leaving for work.

- Not giving a care in the world what I wear or look like {after all, we are at home all the time, whats it matter?}

- Having patience with me and my permantly altered brain, due to motherhood.

TRUE LOVE KNOWS HOW IMPORTANT ALL

{THE LITTLE THINGS ARE.}

TRUE LOVE IS AWESOME!!!

OKAY. Are you gagging from the overwhelming sentimental mushiness yet?

Sorry about that folks-- but I just HAD to shout from the roof top that I LOVE this man! And he makes me the happiest little momma eva!!!!

Parkers a Hoarder. True Story.

Cleaning Parkers room is like brushing your teeth in the middle of eating an oreo.

 Completely.
Freaking.
Pointless.

Just saying.


So I talked my mom {Nonna} into coming over to the apartment and helping me clean

 and organize Parky's bedroom. It was AWFUL. It literally looked like one of the rooms

 from the tv show Hoarders.

 Mom called me and said she was coming so I hurriedly picked up in mainly the places she would be traveling in to get to Parkers room, such as the living room - hallway.

While doing so, Parker decides to toss Monopoly money in the air and say "I'M RIIIIICH".  

Yeah. Uh. Not quite.

OH! and Mom brought us BoJangles..yums!

Anyways, so to start out, Parker likes drumming on a mini air hockey table apparantly.

 This is right when you walk in the door. The mess is already noticable.

By the way. Don't hate on Parkers hair. Yes we shaved it. He {wanted hair like JJ}

&& it's at that {ugly growing out stage} and it sticks straight out.

Needless to say, it will not happen again.

I forgot to mention that before I entered this extremely cluttered, untidy, unorganized mess of a room. I, myself took some precautions. Such as going outside, finding a stick just in case I needed it to poke WHATEVER living thing may pop out. AND sending a mass text message saying {"GOING INTO PARKERS BEDROOM TO CLEAN, IF YOU DO NOT HEAR FROM ME BY TONIGHT, SEND HELP."}

Thank the good Lord my precious mommy came to my rescue and helped me re-do these

shelf things that I hate so much but whatever.

When we first moved in, I tried putting them together and they fell, and were

crooked and to be honest I said screw it and left it like it was.

{She got a new DO today! Snaps for mom for updated hair}

About one hour, a few wiggles of my nose, and 1 large broken glass on the CARPET? later, we were done organizing, cleaning, and rearranging.

{YAY}

Lets just say, that I am rewarding myself with a big ole honey bun, for taking the initiative to actually clean, and organize Parkers room. It was a very brave thing I did. With a big thanks to my mom!

{P.S. Jeremy has been gone since Wednesday and will be gone until possibly Thursday. And I'm dying.}

Good Night :)

Looking back and remembering when.

Dear Parker,

You are officially 3 years old going on like 13. You're energy completely exhausts me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. As I look back over these past 3 years, I realize how fast this whole parenting business goes {way too fast if you ask me}, which is why I have taken the time today to look back and remember when!

I remember the first time I felt you move in my belly, kind of like a flurry of butterflies. && I remember the hell you put me through the last few months with heartburn and acid reflux.

I remember when I finished decorating your nursery, and had already had my baby showers. I went through all of the new clothes, hung them in color code, and by sizes, rearranged the furnature 20 times. And sat in my glider-rocker thinking {what now????}

I remember the day you were born and melted my heart the first time I saw you. You were the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I realized just how much I loved you and I worried that I could possibly never love another baby this much {but I will. :) I promise future babies}

I remember panicking the whole entire drive home from the hospital as your tiny body sunk down in what seemed like your massive car-seat. Worried that every jostile the car made would for sure give you brain damage.

I remember I was overwhelmed by all of the family and friends that came by to see you. I spent a few hours in my room crying. I just wanted you to myself for a while.

I remember falling asleep cuddled up together during those all too frequent middle of the night feedings.

I remember the first time you smiled just for me and when you learned to wrap your itty bitty little fingers around mine--and you haven't stopped smiling since.

I remember when I could set you on the bed and then walk away for a moment and be sure you would be in the exact spot where I left you.

I remember the bittersweet day of boxing up all your newborn clothes because you were too big for them {sometimes I sneak open the box and go through your teeny clothes and remember just how little you once were}. They even smell the same.

I remember your first wobbly steps gripping the grass with your toes, the day you turned 9 months old. I was so excited and videoed every step until you were tired.

I remember when I was able to change your diaper with ease as you smiled up at me from your changing table. Then a few months later, feeling like a professional wrestler pinning you down as I struggled to close the flaps. Now all I have to do is put your favorite character underwear on you everyday.

I remember your constant explosion of personality, curiosity, and energy that you have always had, and probably will always have.

 

I remember all of those times you grabbed my face and laid a giant, slobbery, open mouth kiss on my lips.

As you continue to grow into a big boy, I will always remember baby fingers, your beautiful blue eyes and massive eyelashes, your pudgy toes, your contagious smile, your button nose, your belly button, your chubby little legs, your pot belly, and your infectious laugh--I remember and cherish all of these tiny details and precious moments, each and every day.  
 

And I can tell you that there is no one in the world I would rather be than your mommy.

Hellooooo...

I am Allison Danielle Battles--Baby if you ask my lova, Mama if you ask my little man,

AL if you ask my parents, SISTA if you ask my sister

and Alli B if you ask my friends. :)

I am a twenty-year old mommy to a little man who is

three--(Parker Lee), who has me

completely wrapped around his sweet little

finger, and dating the most wonderful

guy Jeremy in which I love so much for DOING 

so much for Parker and I.

I am competely convinced that my brain function was permanently

altered after having Parker, causing me to forget how to

speak correctly, and to remember reasons why I walk into

a room--& I hang on to every word from other moms

that tell me I’m not alone.

Tuscumbia, Alabama is where I call home. I love the smell

of the Alabama summer air, laundry detergent, gravel after it has

 just rained, and freshly cut grass.

I am starting this blog because I believe in sharing what I love.

&& I figured that "my mommy monologue" is the perfect

oppertunity to do just that.

While there are so many things in life that I love, (oreos dipped

in peanut butter, scrapbooking, Parkers dimples,

shopping & Christmas morning), this blog will focus on

my main passions: parenting & everyday life lessons.

until next time.....