Day #1 was not a success. Hoping day #2 goes a little better. If not, I’ll try again in a month.

Nothing much going on here………

She’s eleven!! ELEVEN! Not sure where the time has gone. Not sure I will survive the next eleven years. I am noticing her turning into a young lady. Shes not that toothless six year old anymore.

She is a girl that loves to cook, bake, sing and dance. She’s kind, honest, brave, fun, full of giggles and love. I wanna be just like her when I grow up.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!!

To those that are still reading. I swear one day you are going to come here and it’s going to load quickly and let you comment easily.

I hope being in your 30’s treats you well. Yes, Mr. Fun is officialy 31 years old today. And I have been reminding him all day. Of course he’s polite and doesn’t remind me about the fact that I’ve been in my 30’s for some time now. Isn’t he a sweetie.

I feel stuck. Stuck in this house because of the heat. Stuck in this house because everything I want to do cost money. Stuck in my photography because I have zero clients. Stuck at a standstill in getting this house to be what I want it to be. So I just feel stuck stuck stuck!!
I want to go out and play, let the kids ride their bike, let them color on the driveway. Thats hard to do when it’s 115 out. I want to take the kids to see a movie. I want to spend a weekend at the beach. I want to have a client or two,heck, three a month. I want my house organized,dressers for the kids, new bed for all three boys so they can all sleep in one room. A backyard thats landscaped so the kids could have water play, heck a pool would be nice.
So this is me feeling stuck………

This little boy melts my heart. Everyday he smiles up at me and I forget all my frustrations. I hear him say “i want you mommy”. So I picked him up, swing him around. He giggles and reaches for my armpit,yes my armpit. I pull him close and pull his hand out of my armpit only for him to thrust it back in there.
This is his comfort spot, he loves my armpit more then his blanket. I have tried to break the habit but I don’t wear long sleeves enough. That is the only thing that keeps his hand away. I was hoping he would out grow this little habit but I think that’s a far ways off. We can only hope that I am not dropping him off at school with his hand in my pit.

This kid does not wear shoes. It could be 110 degrees out and he takes the trash out barefoot. It drives me crazy. I am constantly saying “put your shoes on” or “where are your shoes?” I lose the battle everytime. Five minutes later he’s barefoot. He is the only child on the whole block without shoes. So I give up, go barefoot my free spirited one!