Another year older....

I am tired, yet I can't seem to go to sleep. Maybe this is what happens when you start to get older. Even when I try to rest there are things that seem like they are just waiting to be done! Lately I have lots on my mind...where do I even start?
It is true that today I did turn 28 (closer to the big 30), but with every birthday that passes it feels kind of silly to keep celebrating them from my stand point. I am not trying to sound pessimistic. I am really not at all phased by the turning of the clock on my life or my youth. I just kind of think that birthday parties are for people under 21, big numbers (30, 40, 50, etc), or really old people! I love to celebrate the birthdays of others, but I do not think that I will ever feel comfortable sitting in front of other people opening up gifts. It is really not my thing! I feel like my friends and family are my gifts! Tonight my wonderful husband had decided to invite some of my favorite peeps over for a cookout. We always do it up here at our house like Thanksgiving day. Can you tell by my verbiage that I was raised in HG? Yeah, I thought so.
We all had fun, and I was surrounded by lots of my favorite people and their little people. Once everyone had left I laid down next to Emma on the couch to love on her a little. I was reminded of my 23rd birthday. This birthday fell two months to the day before Emma was born. I told Emma about the ice cream cake that Daddy had gotten Mommy that day, and going out to eat "where they cook in front of you with the fire." Emma loves these places, and she suspects now that she surely took a liking to them in utero. Even though that was more simple time in my life I am amazed by the blessings that have been given to me in the past five years...new friendships, experiences, changes and of course my beautiful babies. This made me excited about all God has in store for the future. If you really read all my rambling just now, thank you, you are very patient!!
Good night!

It has been an interesting week so Mommygirl daily has turned into Mommygirl weekly. Last night I had the pleasure of going out with some other ladies from church to celebrate the impending birth of a friends twin sons! When I think about two babies at one time my head starts to spin! I believe that it is safe to say that we enjoyed ourselves very much, but I found it interesting that most of the conversations revolved around our families! Isn't it funny that you get a bunch of Moms out of the house, and that is all they want to talk about. It was definitely a far cry from glamorized Girl's Night Out scenes from Sex in the City, but praise God that it was! We did happen to share stories about sagging breasts and projectile poop! Never a dull moment when you are hanging out with friends! The girls stayed with their Nana Sara for the first time and had a tea party where they got to drink from Nana's fancy china. Emma proclaimed on the way home that she had an, "incredible time at Nana's!" Tea Parties are the new High School Musical in our home now. I am trying to think of a way to have them more often without losing my mind! Thanks for all the extemely encouraging comments! Until next time..

Another day, Another self made drama....

You may be starting to figure out that my pregnancy hormones are in overdrive. My house is a disaster area (I know, what is new), my car is filthy (I will let Maria tell you about that one :), and my laundry is piled high. After church today we decided to take a little drive around the surrounding area to look for property for our soon to be expanding clan. The prospect of change seems refreshing even welcomed, but after today I am not so sure. Decisions are not something that I enjoy making these days, and especially if we are talking big ones!! What can be bigger than where you live!! I am optimistic that everything will work itself out in the wash so to speak.
I am happy to report that I survived Friday nights slumber party, and a Saturday night Football Game with my husband. It seems like a lot of people I know are facing major dilemmas. I am reminding myself to stop and smell the roses more.
Friday afternoon Anna wanted me to rock her to sleep at nap time. I was reminded of how the simplest act can turn into the biggest blessing. There is nothing more precious than holding your sleeping child in your arms. She was covered with Doritos dust from her afternoon snack, and everything about her looked perfect. These are the moments that I never want to forget as long as I lived. So.....rock your children to sleep because one day they will be too big. If they are already too big then go into their rooms and lay down next to them while they are sleeping and remember what that blessing feels like!

Today is a new day..

Since yesterday was long and drawn out today will be short and sweet. Thank you Michelle for my beautiful new layout. Color makes me happy. Thanks Mom for thinking of me and sharing. Tonight is Princess Party Night at home. Pray that I survive!! I am still unpacking from all the craziness, and probably will be for another month. Kids today have to much stuff!! I sound like a sixty year old (no offense to any 60 year old readers). Nap time is probably almost over so I am off to make the most of it!

You are a wise one grasshopper...

I am the first to admit that my initial post was a wee bit on the melancholy side, but for good reason. Anyone who knows me hopefully will tell you that my family is my life, and maybe sometimes to a fault. I eat, sleep, and breathe my children (that comes naturally from Mom- aka. Meme Lorie and my Nana Sara). My husband is wonderful. I guess that I would call him the icing on my cake. There are times when I feel that God must have a miraculous sense of humor, because we are polar opposites. He likes to spend, and I like to save. He thrives on company, and my OCD kicks in to overdrive and I am scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees (some of you are rolling with insane laughter right now, because you can see my big booty in the air and a paper towel in my hand...lovely flashback I am sure). I think that you get the picture. The last three weeks have been anything but normal for me. My little family has subsequently been divided multiple times for various reasons we call life (work, travel, vacation, time with Grandma in Florida, etc.). The division of my family was not an easy pill for this hormonal MommyGirl to swallow. Praise God that we are all back in the same place and will remain that way for the foreseeable future.
During my time away I had the chance to go to church with my Mother-in-law. The girls and I welcomed the opportunity since we have been away from our church for several weeks. The sermon focused on the parable of the laborers in the vineyard. NOTE: Please forgive my lack of biblical knowledge..I have no idea where this is located in the bible, but I was listening and thinking so I guess that has to count for something. It is my understanding that Jesus used this story to illustrate his point to the disciples when they were asking what their special rewards would be for serving him on earth. The story is about a vineyard owner who starts his day agreeing to pay anyone that works for him over the course of a day one dollar. As the day goes on the man continues to recruit workers up until the last hour of daylight. At the end of the day he pays all of the workers their wage of one dollar despite whether or not they had worked one hour or the entire day. As you may well imagine this did not sit well with the laborers that had slaved the day away for him, but this is what he decided to do. Sometimes I feel this way in my daily life...whether I am doing something for another person or a cause that is important to me. I think that it is human nature to sometimes feel a little used or under appreciated. This sermon allowed me to see that although I may not intentionally be trying to keep score or receive reciprocation for an act of kindness I am human..translation I am not perfect. I also will continue to do things even when I may not receive anything in return because that is who I am (this does not make me special..it just makes me..me). Hopefully, whenever you feel slighted or like all your efforts maybe in vain you will remember that the actions of others should have no bearing on who you are, and that God would have us to share his love and blessings. Thank you to all my friends and family who are always there to help pick up the slack. Didn't Billary (sorry:) say that it takes a village.
Today I am grateful for the friendship of wonderful christian women and the blessing of my family. My family (minus me) were all asleep by 7:30pm..nothing short of a miracle. This little treat allowed me to attend my first blog party. ValarieLea is the grasshopper of the group. I am hoping to learn from my fellow bloggers, and begin to make this interesting for other people to read.
There is my daily dose of bloggeriah!! Until next time..