Cuteness

From the basement, I hear the pitter patter of little footprints running across the house. A few seconds later, down the stairs appears a pantsless, poopy bottom toddler. (Don't worry, she did have a pull up on). She proudly hands me an empty wallet, (mine), and was so excited to show me how she pulled every last thing out of it. (I was not so thrilled to see it as she was to show it to me) I take her back up the stairs, change her poopy bum, clean up her mess (with antibacterial stuff all over her bed and floor, don't tell Dora, my chapstick all over her cute little face, and my debit/credit cards, receipts, gift cards, etc everywhere). I told her how dissappointed I was that she was not sleeping, and that she made a mess of my purse, then I laid her down and told her to go to sleep and left the room. I stood outside the door for a few seconds to see if she would get up again, (which she did) or lay down and sleep. She got up and was talking to herself so I opened the door. Before I could say anything she said "Mommy, that hurt my heart". I asked "What hurt your heart, honey?" "It hurt my heart that you got mad at me and left and closed the door." I said "I am sorry I hurt your heart, let me sing you a song and rock you and then I will lay you down to take a nap, ok?" "Ok, mommy" So I did, she is sleeping, and I had to share with you her cuteness...

It's Time

It's time

That phrase rings true in so many different aspects of my life right now. And variations of that short phrase ring just as true. It's about time. It's way passed due time. It's a hard time...just to name a few.

It's time: Starting with the first one, it's time. It's time for an update. It's time to let you all know how I am and have been doing. That would take a very VERY long time, so I will paraphrase; We're good.

It's about time: It's about time my husband gets on at the plant. It's his goal and he has been doing so much for everyone else and deserves something for himself. Is that fair, to say he deserves anything? Because I think he does, but then I am not God. So who am I know say anyone deserves anything. We are already given so much, how can I say I deserve anything more. Well, I think he deserves it because of who he is and everything he does.

It's way passed due time: It's passed due time we find a place of our own. I love Brian's mom but I love my own space, time, life, and kitchen. We have been so blessed to have had her put up with us for this long, but I don't want to burden her anymore.

It's a hard time: It's a hard time to stay positive and know that everything is going to be ok. The economy being so bad doesn't help the situation any, but everyone is in the same predicament, so I am not complaining, just venting a little I guess. My sister used to vent, which I thought was a little tacky until I read the responses she received and realized how uplifting and encouraging her friends and family were.

Anyway, sorry this post is a negative, not very uplifting or interesting read, but I just wanted to let you all know I am still alive.

And, in case you didn't know, I am pregnant. Due July 23rd. Not sure what he/she is yet, but I will find out next month. BUT, I do know it's alive. So, that's good enough for me at this point! Oh, and I am done with student teaching. WOOT!