Bike Attempt #1

Our sweet upstairs neighbors MaKylie and his mom

Stephanie gave Parker a bicycle with training wheels.

So today, since it was nice out, Jeremy took Parker outside

to try to attempt to ride his first bicycle.

Notice that Parker is wearing a black flat bill,

a PJ shirt

blue gym shorts

and brown boots.

{He dressed himself}

Parker got VERY frustrated.
But its OK.
He'll get the hang of it.

Jeremy giving Parker a pep talk to keep trying!
...but he just wouldn't have it.

Poor beebee.

Life is like a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

-- Albert Einstein

Almost My Birfday!!

My birthday

used to be all about presents,

and lots of them,

a special cake with lots of

sparkly candles,

balloons and streamers,

and being the

center of attention

for an E.N.T.I.R.E day.



and while all those things

are totally awesome,

this years birthday

is going to be just a

WEE bit different.



Im turning 21.

...In 3 days.

10 Reasons I'm Kinda Weird

This post is not designed to make me more

endearing to those of you who choose to read

my blog, it is to make me real to those of you

who don't really know me personally.

And the bottom line is: I'm kinda weird.

Allow me to tell you why.

1. I cannot, under any circumstances, stick a dry Q-tip in my ear. I cringe at the very thought of it. I must stick the Q-tip in water or peroxide or SOMETHING. It may be safe to say that I'd much rather have a paper cut than stick a dry Q-tip in my ear.

2.As I mention in my {about me} section, I love {and crave} oreos dipped in peanut butter daily.

3. I am emetophobic--meaning I am deathly afraid of vomit. When I see vomit, hear it, or smell it I come unglued. I cry, hyperventilate, and have a panic attack. And thats a TRUE STORY, no exaggeration.

4. I could eat brussel sprouts every day, with or without a meal.

5. I miss Jeremy any time that we are apart--even if I'm gone to the store for ten minutes. Pathetic, perhaps! But I love the guy!!!

6. I tend to stand on my left leg and prop my right foot up on my left knee--even in mid-air. I've been asked "Are you standing like a flamingo?" Jeremy calls it my "Captain Morgan stance". I do this mostly while I'm stirring away in front of the stove, and my guess is as good as yours as to why I do it.

7. How can I put this one? Hmmm--The ends of a hotdog weenie REALLY seem to bother me--because--they look like a cats bum. Ahhh! They REALLY do if you think about it.

8.Vaccum lines on the carpet make me happy.

9. I can think of something I want and walk in the room to get it 5 seconds later and totally and completely forget what I was going to get--like I've said--my brain is permanently altered due to motherhood.

10. I absolutely DESPISE matching/folding socks. I have a {sock basket} that holds TONS of mismatched socks. TWO baskets for that matter, one for mine and Jeremys and one for Parkers. And SADLY, they will sit there filled up to the top, almost overflowing until I decide to take the initiative to finally do it. {Ugh}

P.S. I'm sure those of you who choose to read this will have your own two cents about my weirdness--feel free. ;)

Have a nice day!

:)

Heartbeat at my Feet.

Friends this is Teddy Bear.

He is my four year old black pomeranian.

my cuddle buddy

my poof ball with legs

the {heartbeat at my feet}

Teddy bear loves

his mommy

his belly rubs

his large wardrobe

his treats

his bubba Parky

&& his pink collar and leash

I got Teddy Bear for an early Christmas present

in 2006 from my parents. He was an 8 week old black poof ball

that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.

Teddy Bear currently lives with my parents

because the apartment complex we live in

unfortunately is NOT pet friendly.

Needless to say, I miss him dearly.

{Although I do bring him sometimes to visit.}

Our lease ends here at our apartment in August and here shortly

we will begin our search for a rental house. I'm looking for

a PET FRIENDLY home so I can bring him along with me.

&& hopefully some new pup additions.

{fingers crossed that I can talk Jerbear into it}

Teddy's FOURTH birthday bone!! Parker and Teddy <3
Missing my little poof ball more than ever!

:(

These are the moments...

Every day I find myself thinking

"I can't wait for the day that ________"

Over the years that blank has been filled with: turn sixteen, get a tattoo, hurry up and have this baby already, find my passion, find the love of my life, move out, get completely organized and yada yada yada.

I tell myself

"I can totally be happy when ________"

And what do you think happens?

I accomplish the said goal, and then, before I even give myself time to enjoy it, I have moved on to the next "I can't wait for moment".

I'm still waiting on the "I can't wait until Parker actually find something he likes to EAT" moment to pass.

Kind of like when I "couldn't wait" until he could hold his own bottle.

or when I "couldn't wait" until he could sit up in the bathtub.

or when I "couldn't wait" until he could crawl...walk...and talk.

Yesterday as I was cleaning, I took one look at Jeremy and Parker playing and I wanted everything to STOP...to stand still...to stay exactly how it was.

I guess you could say I "had one of those moments"...

You know the ones.

The moments where suddenly,{almost out of nowhere} you become completely overwhelmed with happiness, and you're bursting at the seams with happiness at the life you have been given...{even if its less than perfect}

To me, in those moments, it doesn't matter that I have 5 days worth of laundry to do, or that I have no idea what the future holds for me and my family...

Because in those moments, all that matters is that I am here...

with the ones I love.

There are no "I can't wait until" thoughts, because in those moments I'm not waiting on life to pass me by...

I'm living in the moment...and loving it.

Heres to the moments like these:.

What you see is what you get.

This blog is me.

Every bit of me.

The good, the bad, the ugly

the spunky, the silly,

the happy, the anxious, the content,

the frustrated, the scared, the worried.

The fears, the dreams,

and even the insecurities.

We all have them.

Even the most confident and self assured have insecurities.

We were designed to have them.

You'd be lying if you said you didnt have any.

Some of us keep them a secret.

Some of us wear them on our sleeve.

Some of us let those insecurities bring us down.

Some of us let those insecurities define us.

Since I was 12 years old,

there have always been things I wish I could change about myself.

About my looks,

my body,

my intelligence,

my personality,

my patience.

Nothing TOO serious.

Just always nagging in the back of my mind,

"why can't I be as smart as her?"

"why can't my hair look like that?"

"why can't I have legs like that?"

"why can't I have those abs?"

Sadly, most of those insecurities have to do with physical appearance, as I imagine is pretty normal for most teenage girls.

But then, three years ago,

Everything changed.

I had a baby.

And that baby changed my perspective.

Made me look at the world differently.

Made me look at my body differently.

Made me appreciate its power, rather than focus on

what I thought to be flaws.

The 2 stretch marks on both of my

sides represent the miracle I brought into the world.

The love handles I have represent the times I have chose to enjoy family dinners that consisted of some GOOD cooking.

My almost ALL the way dimished tan represents my need to be healthy for my family, rather than need to bake in the tanning bed.

My not-so-large anymore wardrobe represents enjoying buying for my Parky more than buying for myself.

I have learned am still learning to embrace my insecurities.

But does that mean that I wouldn't love to have flat abs like this girl?

or that I wouldn't drool over having hair like this girl? or long legs like this girl?

or be as selfless like this girl?

or be a super momma like this girl?

or be an inspiration like this girl?

or be as talented as this girl?

or have the strength like this girl?

or be a true friend like this girl? and this girl?

You bet I would.

Because I always want to be better.

but I also want to be ME.

& you can take it or leave it.

Huff and Puff.

Today I attempted to take pictures of Parker.

Notice that he is not smiling.

Not only was no smiling the issue

huffing

&

puffing

as well.

Maybe today was just "one of those days" for Parky.

I shall try again this weekend, although in a way they turned out kinda cute.

But with a face like that, how could they not.

:)