Pretty Cool Are the Jedi

Recently, my two (and a half) year old has become fascinated with a galaxy far, far away. He has a set of really cute Star Wars characters that he got a while ago. We tried explaining who they were when he got them, but he would just passively play with them from time to time. Well, in the past couple of days, he's become a fanatic. He calls them all his "Storm Troopers". He now knows the name of each, takes them everywhere with him, and has watched two full Star Wars "episodes" (which he also calls "Storm Troopers"). And if he's watching it, so is Mommy.

At first, {eh} it was alright. I paid quasi-attention to it while doing something else, playing on my phone, wrapping gifts, etc. But at some point in the week, I have been sucked in. I even found myself shushing Aiden and Jamie last night while watching Return of the Jedi. Who knew? I have googled more characters and questions than I even knew existed in the movies. And, on more than one occasion, have had to explain something to Jamie. For example, the tragedy of Anakin's transition from "The Chosen One" to "Darth Vader" and why his ghost was young instead of old. Aiden even knows that Darth Vader is a bad guy, but still good on the inside. ha.


Yes, I realize this makes me a weird person, but I like to think of it as simultaneously making me a cool mom. Even though I believe the term COOL MOM is an oxymoron. But still.

So I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about the possibility of Aiden opening some Star Wars toys this Christmas. Or if I said I haven't searched On Demand and DVR for the other movies I have yet to see. Or if I told you I don't do all of the voices and sound effects (even when not prompted). And if I denied secretly wishing I had Jedi powers. Because Star Wars is cool, okay?

May the force be with you.

28 Weeks

How far along: 28 weeks

Total weight gain: Um. 30 pounds. I blame Thanksgiving.


Maternity clothes: Maternity clothes? Psssh. Try husband’s clothes. As soon as I’m home, it’s t-shirt and basketball shorts or sweat pants. As far as going out in public, I do that as seldom as possible. But my go-to is always my jeggings or my black dress pants from Target or Old navy. For tops, if it’s big/draped/long, I wear it. But like I said…when I’m home, all deals are off. Poor Jamie. He never sees me dressed up anymore.

Sleep: Between the burping and her kicking, not getting a lot of shuteye lately. I am still operating throughout the day though even with the lack of sleep. I like to think that the waking up every two hours thing is nature’s way of training me for those first few weeks.

Cravings: It really is still just milk. I love me a good glass of milk! I will say that lately, I have been wanting breakfast burritos. I had some last weekend at Dad and Rhonda’s, and they’re all I can think about since. I want to curl up inside one and live.

Best moment for these weeks: Seeing Aiden react to feeling Anna Scott’s kicks. His face just beams! The first time he saw my belly move, he said, “Anna Scott! You comin’ out?!” which consequently made Mommy’s face beam too.

Movement: WOW. This girl is active. I have been feeling movement since around weeks 16-17. Since then it’s gotten more frequent and more intense. I joke with Jamie and say that she has a pole in there. Girl’s got moves. Let’s just hope she’ll be a soccer player, not a dancer. Please, Jesus.

Labor Signs: no, gladly!

Belly button in or out: Finally committed to an outie—How do you spell that? It grosses my aunt and brother out. And I catch my kids staring at it while I teach, but I think it’s totally hot. Not.

What I miss: lying on my back without losing my breath and feeling the urge to cough, sleeping on my stomach, not burping and having heartburn all day, and definitely shopping for new outfits! Although it’s done wonders for our budget.

Milestones: Aiden feeling the kicks.

Favorite moments: When I have a stressful moment at work, and I feel her moving. It’s a nice little reminder that I have my baby girl with me.

Dear Santa

Seeing as how all of my recent posts have a common inspiration (my favorite time of the year), I thought I’d stick with my theme. I will argue that the best part of Christmas is the time spent with family (away from work worries) and all of the traditions. But, I have to be honest. I get mighty excited about the gifts, given and received. It’s that materialistic side of me, I know. But at least I’m aware. I mean, come on…Who doesn’t get super stoked when you see a pretty gift wearing a pretty tag with your name on it? DUH. So here’s what’s on Mommy’s list this year.

Last year for Christmas/Birthday I got a Canon Rebel. I got so hooked! It reminded me of those Christmases when I was little, and I would spend the whole break playing with my favorite toy. Because that’s what I did. I’m still in love with the thing. I still go through phases where I get addicted to those youtube tutorials. And Pinterest has added even more fun to my “toy”. So this year, I cannot wait to get my hands on a new lens and possibly even some editing software. I know pretty much zero about digital photography compared to other camera toting mommies, but I do know that this lens is what makes the background all blurry. I freakin’ love aperture. And this bad boy goes all the way to 1.8! Which means lots of blur. Like I said, I am way knowledgeable. Psssh.

Then there's Vera. Bradley, that is. I used to hate it, laugh at it, and even made Jamie swear to hit me if I ever wanted to buy it, but that was then. And this is now. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the stuff is cuter. Or maybe my taste changed? Either way, I love it. And I love the Happy Snails print “like a fat kid loves cake”—[best line ever btw]. I really want the diaper bag. Really. With Aiden, I had a navy Kate Spade which I loved, but I cannot wait to carry something girly! I also like how lightweight the bag is. Cause let’s face it, the smaller the human, the larger the amount of crap necessities to lug around.

I am addicted to the Starbucks Café Mocha. Straight up addicted. One morning, while in the drive-thru line at Starbucks (no joke), I heard an advertisement about getting that “coffee house latte” at home. Heck yeah! And the coolest part is that this guy puts it all in one pot. No steaming the milk, then adding the espresso. I can do that. Now, I’m no dummy. I know it won’t be the exact concoction that the $500 dollar machine and paid barista produce, but it’s close enough. And better than forking out that extra $4 each time. I even found the mocha powder they use for sale on ebay. Word.

Okay, let’s talk sparkle (and wishful thinking). I planted a seed to the husband back in October about some possible David Yurman jewelry. Let’s just say if this happens, I will cry like a baby. Or scream like a toddler. I always love anything he picks out for me. He really is the best shopper. Better than me. So, chances are, I will be ecstatic about whatever he gives me. Just a little extra enthusiasm if it has a little cable detailing. {wink}

Now, I do know that the true fun of Christmas is the giving. And, no lie, I am just as stoked (if not more) to give gifts this year. I am about to bust! I love that we started early, but having to wait is killer. So in the words of Alvin and the gang, "Hurry, Christmas. Hurry fast!"

Christmas through Aiden's Eyes

Christmas is absolutely, positively my favorite time of the year. I love the anticipation, the smells, the music, the food, the family, the hustle and bustle, and most of all, the traditions. I have held onto my childhood traditions without fail throughout adulthood, so when Aiden was born, I was excited to continue them without feeling somewhat silly in front of the husband. The past two Christmases were great, don't get me wrong, but Aiden still didn't grasp the whole concept.

This year?

Haha...so into it! I. Love. It.

It started a few weeks ago when Santa sent us the Elf on the Shelf. We read the book, and all he wanted to do when we finished was to open it and get the elf out. But, of course, we can't touch him because he might lose his magic! Later that day, the elf (creatively named "Elf" by Aiden) had found his way out of the box! The look on his face? Priceless. He was sold. My son got his first experience of Christmas magic. And every morning since, as soon as those little feet hit the floor downstairs, he walks around so eagerly, looking up/down/all around for Elf. And when he finds him, you hear the sweetest, most energetic "WOOOOK!", and he lights up just like the first time. It rocks. He gets that the elf is here to watch him and report to Santa, so you better believe every time he finishes a complete meal or helps me in the kitchen, he makes sure it is known! "Elf! I eat all my food!" He also finds time to remind Elf that he wants a Batman helicopter. So stinkin' cute.

Elf may be the cutest tradition we have going on, but it's not the only one. So far, Aiden has helped pick out gifts, wrap gifts, select and decorate the tree, and watch all of the Christmas classics. Right now, his favorites have been "Turboman" (Jingle All the Way) and Frosty the Snowman--which made him so upset the first time he watched it because Frosty melted. "Mommy, the snowman's gone" (insert the most pitiful pouty/sad expression) So sweet. We have yet to visit Santa, but I have a feeling that will be a post all its own.

I always knew it would be fun celebrating Christmas with my children, but I NEVER knew it would be this thrilling. Witnessing that innocent trust and the look of "Wow" on his face melts me every time.

Christmas morning cannot come soon enough!

Catching up with the Warrens...

hmmm...let's see if I remember how to write.

I guess I get a little lazy. Also, I am a self-professed master-procrastinator. But, oh well. It is what it is. I'll blog four times a year, I guess.

So in the Warren house, we have been getting everything ready for Christmas. Actually, I have been getting ready since before Halloween (with the music, movies, and I even printed a Christmas planner!), but that's because I FREAKIN' LOVE CHRISTMAS! I mean seriously. I get all giddy when I pull up to get my Starbucks cafe mocha, and receive THE Christmas cup. I also love when Hallmark and ABC Family start showing those cheesy movies. {sigh} That's good stuff.

We had an excellent Thanksgiving Break (a.k.a. Christmas Break Practice). We ate wonderful food (twice), made a Wal-Mart trip that night, and even an early excursion to one of my fave places around the holidays, Bath and Body Works. I was proud of myself. After a day full of eating, I stood (sometimes sat on the floor) in line for 1.5 hours, slept four a few hours, then got up again! Go preggo! Aiden helped me decorate that week also, and even helped pick out the perfect tree. He was ultra picky, too. I was so proud. The tree? Is a big deal. Not even kidding. There were a few issues with our lights this year--I almost cried, but the crisis was averted.

So that brings us to the past couple of weeks. I have spent my days counting down with my students, trying to incorporate Christmas into every single lesson so that I had something to look forward to, and on days I was really bummed, making Starbucks runs. I've spent the evenings watching all of the Christmas classics with Aiden and even a few new ones. Jamie has even joined in on the viewing parties! Now, we're in the home stretch--four days and two hours to be exact. Man, it's gonna be a loooong week. And the kids are going to be insane, but I can do it! I just think of the payoff! Two whole weeks at home with my baby boy and watching him enjoy the most wonderful time of the year!

15 Weeks Bumpdate

I am attempting to stay on task with these pregnancy updates. I have not even come close to my goal of weekly posts and maternity photos. I guess I have been a little more than lazy lately (as stated in a previous post). So don't hate if I slack yet again. I'm hoping this second trimester has that second wind I have been waiting for...

How far along: 15 weeks

Total weight gain: Ugh. 8 pounds. Already. You would think with all of the uh..."output" lately, it would be a lower number, but nope. I blame the girls. They. Won't. Stop. *TMI? Sorry*

Maternity clothes: I can still zip my super stretchy denim leggings which I adore. Everything else requires the trusty Bella Band. I have busted out a few of my old maternity pieces from Aiden, but most of those are very summery, bright colors, so I'm working with what I have at the moment. I did; however, browse inspiring blogs for style tips (Thank you, Aura Joon and Katie!) I have had two successful shopping trips to TJ Maxx/Ross/Marshall's and Forever 21. I am proud to say I have not purchased anything maternity! So I am hoping to wear these bargain items again! I also racked up on some great accessories at Charming Charlie and World Market! SWOON.

Sleep: Dude. I love sleep. During the week, I sleep from 8 to 6. I steal a nap when I can, and on the weekends, I get close to 12 hours. Did I mention I love sleep?

Cravings: Not anything big. In the beginning, if I saw it on TV, I had to have it. But nothing really stuck. Currently, I am loving milk and anything I can pair with it: cereal, brownies, cookies. etc. I'm sure this will kick in soon. But for now, I love everything.

Best moment for these weeks: We got to see the little one at Uncle/Dr. Roy's office. We couldn't guess the gender, but it was the first time we've seen him/her looking like a baby. Cute little profile, hands, legs, the works! Hopefully, we'll get a better look in a couple of weeks.

Movement: not yet

Labor Signs: no, gladly!

Belly button in or out: popped out on the top. EW. And if I eat a big meal, it HURTS!

What I miss: Not having heartburn all day and not throwing up all week. Definitely miss that.

Milestones: Ultrasound pics!

Favorite moments: Anytime I cuddle with Aiden. I'm trying to get in all of the extra one on one time I can!

Pregnancy (and everything else) Catch Up

So, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I have slacked. A lot. But, in fairness, I have slacked on everything else as well. For one, I decided to stop cleaning the house. I straightened it up now and then (or Jamie did, which means it got really bad). But as for scrubbing, vacuuming, sweeping, etc.--NO. But the good thing that came out of this area of laziness is the hiring of the most wonderful cleaning lady ever. I never in a million years thought I would ever do this. It was up there with driving a mini-van or wearing Crocs. But I did it. And...it's freakin' fabulous. It's nice to know it will always be clean. One less thing to float around in my head until it's checked off the never ending list.

I am going to ease myself back into cooking again. I do enjoy it. Really. It's just difficult to get back up after those afternoon naps (that are a MUST) and motivate myself to stand in the kitchen for an hour. Hopefully, the second trimester--my favorite will bring back some energy soon. For now, the family will settle for to-go, fast food, frozen stuff, and dinners with the grandparents. But I will be back. I have watched way too much Food Network lately. Cravings need to be satisfied.

Another area I need to get back into is the couponing. WOW. Two drawers full of unorganized/uncut coupon inserts. I really don't even want to write about this because it stresses me out too much. I have a feeling I will get back into it as soon as my husband stops asking me about it. I'll get close to diving in again, then he asks, and POOF! my ambitions are shot. Kinda like when I would want to clean my room until my mom would remind me to. haha.

As far as how I have been feeling, I have been sick with cold/allergies/sinus/feelinglikecrap stuff for three weeks now, so I have not really felt very pregnant. Other than the thousands of pee trips throughout the day. I am happy that my nausea has subsided, though. That was not the funnest. With Aiden, I only remember feeling queasy a few times. This one was everyday. So glad I seem to be past that phase. I have definitely "popped". I have a friend who is 2 months ahead of me and we look about the same. What they say about the second and "uterus memory" is so true. But I was excited to get out my old maternity duds and especially those oh-so-wonderful Bella Bands! I have been eating like a maniac. Which has contributed to the aforementioned popping. But dang, y'all. Food tastes so good.

Aiden has fully grasped the fact that there is a baby in Mommy's belly. He kisses it, says "Hi. Wha' you doin?" and "I Aiden" (so cute). But that's about it. When we talk about the baby being outside of the belly...he is not so interested. Conversations go like this:
Us: Aiden, are you going to help love the baby?
Aiden: Uh huh. I love the baby.
Us: Can the baby sleep in your room too?
Aiden: No.
Us: Can the baby play with your toys?
Aiden: No.
We're working on that. I'm sure he will adjust fine. I realize it's going to rock his little world, but he has always been so easy going with change and milestones, that I don't worry about it too much. I just can't wait to see them together. UGH so sweet.

I'll leave you with the latest pic of the little one and a video of hearing the heartbeat. The pic was from our last ultrasound session at 9 weeks. Still a little bean, but with little arms and legs. We even got to see them kicking. The heartbeat was heard at 10 weeks which was our final confirmation...that was when I finally cried the tears of joy. I can't wait until our next appointment around 15 weeks. We'll get to try and sneak a peak at the gender! EEEEEK!

Pregnant!!!

July 5, 2011 - 4 weeks
While celebrating Brad's birthday and July 4th at the Zitney household, I noticed that I was enjoying the food a little too much. So I got Becca to drive me to Walgreen's for some pee-stick-fun. I remember waiting for what seemed like an eternity, praying, and reminding myself to breathe. Then I looked down.

"Pregnant"

The most beautiful word my eyes have laid on in quite a while.

Naturally, I was cautious to not get too excited. This was my third pregnancy in five months. But I put my complete trust in God's plan. I am a part of his plan, not the other way around. This is something that I have learned and grown from in the past few months. It's a good lesson. A hard one, but good nonetheless.

The next day, I called my BIL, Roy, who practices with my OB. He called in some progesterone for me to start asap (since it was Sunday and Monday was a holiday, I was very appreciative). With a close watch and lots of prayer, we are full of hope that this is our next baby.

July 19, 2011 - 6 weeks
I feel much more hopeful and confident about this pregnancy. I am already one week past the duration of my previous pregnancies, I have had two sets of successful blood work, and yesterday I was able to see the little sweet pea and its precious little heartbeat/flutter. I am still working on freeing myself from worry and googling every single twinge or unusual nuance. I am trying very hard to leave it in His hands. It's tough, but I have to trust. He has answered my prayers of giving me reassurance, whether it's from the doctor visits, or waking up, feeling "under the weather". So instead of giving in to the natural instinct to complain about my symptoms, I thank God.

I am more than a little behind (seeing as how I am now 12 weeks), but I will be updating soon! I just couldn't hold onto this post any longer!!!

It's That Time of Year Again!

July 7 is finally here, people! Big Brother starts tonight. Which means, that Big Brother After Dark does too. Which also means that I will be absolutely worthless everyday until I have watched all three glorious hours. That's not even counting the CBS shows (three nights a week, baby) and the time spent on BB websites. Don't ask why I am so into this, because I have no clue. All I know is I love it. Every minute of it. I love watching these fame hungry people lay around all day, painting their nails, cooking, and most of all talking about each other and (this is my favorite word for it) scheming. Good stuff.

The thing I am most excited about tonight is the possibility that these pairs will re-enter the house along with the newbies.

Please note: I am NOT excited about "Brenchel" coming back, but if they come back and Dick comes back...OOOOOOOOHHHHHH yes! That will be the best TV I have seen in a while. He is a horrible-slash-gross-slash-nasty-nasty man, but I kinda love him. I think it's the fact that he says stuff no one else will say. As a person born with no backbone, I get a thrill watching him scream obscenities at people. 


Please, pleeeeeease, oh please let them come in together! And Camera Men, please, pleeeeease, oh please do not film Rachel as much as you did last summer. I can't take it. I just can't take it.

10.5 hours to go! awwww yeeeeeeeah!

Aiden's Birthday Party

Well, I am finally recovered from the marathon of entertaining and parties from the past couple of weeks. Not complaining, it was tons of fun. But everytime I thought about blogging, I would choose to be lazy instead. Hopefully I can get back into gear with my posts. There's a lot going on right now, but sometimes the more I have to blog about, the less time I have to actually do it. Irony.

I tried my hand (thanks to Pinterest and other bloggers) at doing handmade artsy stuff for his party. Instead of Party City/Target, I ventured off into the wild blue yonder that I call Michaels. I had no freaking clue where to find anything in that store. But luckily, they were very helpful. I just kept showing them pictures from my pinboard and asked, "What do I need to buy to make this?" [laugh]. It was a great learning experience, and really cheap too! Of course I brought along my coupons! Anyway, now I feel much more comfortable in the store, and I can't wait to go back for more (Pinterest) projects.

Aiden loves all of the Pixar movies, especially CARS. So when we heard about the sequel opening around his birthday, we knew that would be his theme. So we all went along for his first theater experience (all two rows of us). It went much better than I expected, but we will probably wait a while before the next movie adventure.

Overall, the whole party extravaganza was so much fun! I love having tons of family around. There was good food (Thanks, Jamie), tons of presents, and lots of love! I can't believe he's already 2.

Still my little baby, though.

Happy Birthday, Aiden!

Aiden's Baby Book - 2 Years!

My sweet little Aiden, as hard as it is to accept, you are officially a two-year-old. But even though it might make me a little sad knowing that you're growing up so quickly, you make it easy on Mommy by being such a loving, thoughtful, and hilarious little person! You have yet to display any "terrible twos" signs. While you are mastering the art of a good tantrum, it's nothing that stands out as "Supernanny" worthy. Thank you for that. I just hope you're not saving it up for your teenage years.

We have been having such a great time together this summer. I love that you were born in June. That means that each summer break, Mommy gets to relive the maternity leave days for every one of your birthdays! We get up each day for breakfast and "Yo Gabba Gabba" followed by lots of pool time or playtime. After nap, you help me with chores, play some more, or just cuddle with me for a movie. I am loving these memories we're making. Can you tell?

You have become quite the helper. You put toys back, help me get things out or do laundry, and always do as your told. Even when it is not what you want. It may take a little longer, but you do it, nonetheless. You have yet to disappoint me or your daddy. We are continuously amazed with how quickly you catch onto things. You have a go-with-the-flow personality. I hope that never changes!

You have also become a little lover-boy. You give hugs, requested or out of the blue (those are the best). You always tell me, "g-night, I wah-vu" when I tuck you in. I LOVE IT! You like to go to "Mommy's Beh-ud" to watch the Good Night Show before bed.

Swimming and shopping are popular requests from you. You like to get ready and get out of the house. I'm sorry for the shopping thing. But hopefully you'll grow to enjoy it (or at least get used to it) so that you'll be a better husband. That is, if I approve of her. [wink, wink] As for swimming, you can kick pretty well with your Nemo floaties on. I think next year will be your year for floatie free swimming. Right now, you just like to float around, play with your pool toys, and 1-2-3-jump!

Milestones
You can pull down/up your pants to use your Lightning McQueen potty!
You only wear a pull-up at night and during naptime.
You eat everything! You love dips (even the spicy ones). You have your my taste buds. You're welcome.
You say yes/no ma'am/sir, please, thank you, and you're welcome. My polite little man!
You eat in a booster seat at restaurants. Bye-bye highchair!
Now, you sleep in your toddler bed. You can get up and out of bed, but stay in it when you know it's time for bed.
You request more books from your shelf now. That makes me giddy!
At night, you can now repeat your "Now I Lay Me" prayer.
You have been off of your paci for a month now. That was way easier than I expected. Thanks!

Favorite Toys
"Mack" the truck that hauls all of your CARS 2 cars.
pretty much ALL of your CARS 2 stuff
your new UT football uniform (This makes us all very happy!)
your Harley motorcycle and keys
Buzz and Woody
Captain America
masks and helmets

RAAAAWR!

Funny Stuff
You roar. A lot.
You'll get someone's toes and say "This piggy in mah-ket. Wee wee all-time!"
Your snort and laugh. Totally got that from me. My bad.
When going #2, you whisper in a very serious tone "I gah poopoo"
You call buttons "butts". As in, "I wanna push the butt."
We were snuggled watching E.T. during the scene in the woods, and you looked up at me after seeing E.T.'s hand in the branches and said, "I scaaared."
You have become a human tape recorder.
Cameras and phone calls are not your cup of tea. You bolt as soon as you are put on the spot to talk, smile, or perform.
If Bogey gets anywhere near your food, you point and yell "NOOO Bogey!"
When you are trying really hard to do something, and you do it, you say "Thank you" and "You're welcome" to yourself.

I just can't tell you enough how much I love you! When I look at your precious little face with those sparkling eyes and that precious smile, I just melt. You're just so stinkin' cute. You never cease to amaze your dad and me; we are so proud of you. SO PROUD. You are so loved!

Love,
Mommy

My Dad (a belated post)

The average dad, to me, is a golfer, a workaholic, traditional, the strong-silent type. My dad is not the average dad. And I love that. Lots of his personality traits are far from those of most. I am quite fond of them and have even noticed that I have inherited some of them, which is kinda cool. Not gonna lie.

#1 My love for UT Football and all things orange. 

It's in my blood. In our family, we're not just fans. It's actually pretty intense. We sing "Rocky Top" like it's the National Anthem. If you go past a house where we are gathered to watch a game, there is a good chance you'll hear the yells and screams from the road. When an orange jersey is in possession of the pigskin, running down the field, we all stand up in unison, chanting things like "go, baby, go GO GO GO!" And I'm pretty sure our hearts stop for a second or two. I hope to pass this trait down to my kids as well. I mean, competitiveness and the affinity for the Volunteers truly is a major life skill. 

Right?

#2 Just because you are your age doesn't mean you have to act like it.

Deep inside my 50ish year old father lives a 12 year old boy. Family get togethers are never dull. Dad adds tons of fun to any party with his shenanigans. Whether it's bursting into song, pulling pranks, telling a joke, or busting out his "nasty boy" dance, you'll be sure to laugh or at least share a knowing look and eye roll with another family member (that look that says he's at it again). Simply put, he's a fun guy. I've learned the beauty of a well fashioned build up to a punch line, the art of a good "scare", and above all not to take life too seriously. There's humor in every situation, and my dad taught me how to find it.

#3 OCD (organized, clean, detailed)

Want me to be honest? Growing up with my dad always getting irritated about minor details such as using a coaster, tucking in the sheets the correct way, or putting things away drove me INSANE. Dad's house is always in order, down to the magazines facing the right direction, "throw" pillows in the correct place, and t-shirts folded military style. But part of me is glad for it. There is a place for everything, and everything is in its place. It's better than living in a messy, dirty, cluttered home. I've learned to appreciate a neatly made bed, a clean house, and a well organized closet. I try to remind myself not to let it ruin my mood, though, if something is not clean or in the right place. And I'm already seeing signs of this trait in my two year old: toys meticulously lined up and facing the same direction, not leaving the room until finishing one task, etc. 

Oh boy!

#4 Family Is Most Important

I've learned from watching my dad that you do whatever you can for your family. No matter how inconveniencing or incredibly irritating the request or favor, you do it. You do it because you're family. And you love your family. No matter what. I am so blessed to have unbelievably supportive families on both sides. We all support each other in everything. No one tears you down. It is always fun. There is always love. We don't take ourselves or each other too seriously. I love that. It's comforting to know that we can mess up and not be perfect, knowing our family will still be there to help us out with love and support. 

Dad,

I love you more than words can say. I feel a closeness to you that most daughters don't feel with their fathers. In a way, I feel that we've grown up together. Since I started college, I feel like we both have matured beyond measure. You have become a father that I love so much, it makes me tear up just thinking about. Thank you so much for loving me and supporting me and telling me that you're proud of me. It means more than you know. I'm proud to have you as my dad and Aiden's grandfather. SO PROUD. I love you.

"Verb."

A Land Rover, a Policeman, and a Russian Jew

So Friday...

Aiden and I woke up to our normal routine: breakfast, coffee, Yo Gabba Gabba, and blogging. As Jamie left for the day, we made plans to have a date night. Something that was looooong overdue. Yay! I had cleaned the house all day Thursday, so I was ready to get back to the pool for some much missed UV rays. We met Aunt Vickie at the pool, and had a wonderful time soaking up the sun and splashing around. After all the fun was had, we packed up to head home. The sequence of events to follow are very important to the outcome of the rest of the day.

Exhausted from the heat and craving lunch, we strolled through the parking lot towards my car. Aiden always holds the keys. It makes him feel important. It's a toddler thing. Or a man thing. Anyway, we got to the passenger side of the car, and I opened the front door to unload the beach ball and beach bag. HEAVY.  While doing this, Aiden was right in front of me and pushed something on the key that made my car alarm go off. So I grabbed the keys to push the unlock button so the people trying to relax would stop cussing me in their minds. Oh wait, I forgot that my unlock button fell off of the key fob. So I pushed the closest button. The lock button. I then decided since the keys were in my hand and I could reach the ignition, I should start the AC before I load him into his seat. The car wouldn't start all the way (just the radio) "That's weird," I thought. So I gave up and just left the radio on.

I shut the door.

And there it is.

The beginning of a wonderful afternoon.

Items left in car: phone, house key, car seat, wallet, car key in ignition, battery running.

So instead of freaking out, I breathed in and calmed myself down. I thanked God for this little patience lesson and for the fact that Aiden was not in the car, and I calmly walked back to the pool to use Vickie's phone to call a locksmith. Because, of course we don't have a spare key.

I began searching for the nearest locksmith on her phone when we got the idea to call our friend who is a police officer. This way it would be free, and I wouldn't have to tell Jamie. Our buddy, Stevie, pulls through and although he was not available, sent another office out as a favor. We waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally we decided to wait in her car with some AC. The officer finally arrived to rescue us. Well, he tried. Bless his heart. He had to have had tried seven different methods with seven different mechanisms. Is was blistering hot, and there he stood in that solid black polyester uniform, wiping his brow and saying that this is a car he just cannot get into. After about twenty minutes, he left, ego bruised.

Let's discuss why my vehicle was so difficult:
1) The power lock is located in the dash/console, in the middle of the freakin' car.
2) The keys were in the ignition, turned on.
3) There was a plate to protect from the file thing.
4) The doors were constructed so that the inflatable bladder thing couldn't make a big enough opening.
5) You cannot manually unlock the door (pull up the lock on the door).
6) The door handle is waaay down at the bottom of the door.

I had to call Jamie. Crap.

I told him the officer said our only option was a locksmith or busting the window. He suggested busting the window. Jamie did not approve of that idea. Locksmith it is.

We called. We waited, and waited, and waited, and waited some more. By this time, my dad left work to sit with us so that Vickie could go home. Instead, Vickie volunteered to get us some lunch. Thank you Vickie! While she was gone, the guy finally showed up.

When he got out all of his tools, and began analyzing what the problem was, he made comments about the mangled door frame. Then he laughed. That was comforting. Before he began he gave me the price. $110. There goes our date. I told him he was costing a busy mom a nice night out with her husband. THEN he gestured to my FATHER and said, "Is this your husband?"

EEW!

Thanks a lot, dude. Then we talk about his accent and I ask where he's from. He asks us what we think. {uhhh...weird} I want to guess Israel, but I don't know enough. I mean, I knew he was from the Middle East, so I was not about to offend him to the core. But I noticed the way he was dressed and said, "European". Dad guessed, "Costa Rica". He then said, he was from originally from Israel, but lived in Russia, a Russian Jew. His words, not mine.

While working with this tool, then that tool, then yet another, he would sing. Loudly. "Na na eee nana" Or something like that. At some point I sighed and said, "ugh this day." He reminded me that I could be like the women in his country, sweating in the desert, forced to join the army at 18.

Well that put it in perspective. I mean here I was in my pink coverup, bleached hair, and sunglasses, impatient as all get out. Isn't that the best representation of an American? Sorry, America.

Even though he probably thought I was a typical American Jerk, he was still pleasant and actually pretty funny. He kept telling me to be positive and encourage him. So, I did. And it worked!

I was finally in my car. Two hours later.

He got his $100 (thanks to my dad's bargaining prowess). I tried, but he laughed and asked if I wasn't really a Jew as well. HA!

Got home. Gave Aiden a bath. Put him to bed. Took a shower. Ate a Magnum bar. All was well.

Jamie made up for the no date thing. That night, I gave myself a mani-pedi and we ordered a pizza. The next day I got to buy a ridiculously priced pair of jeans. Score.

Saturday Morning Scene

It's time to link up with Katie at Loves Of Life!


This morning, Aiden is eating apples whole! Well, sort of. Instead of itty bitty pieces, he gets wedges. What a big boy! Watching him figure out which side to eat was pretty cute. But then again, pretty much anything he does is cute. After breakfast, he went for a Harley ride. His favorite thing to do on the Harley...chase the dog.

And then, this happened. I realize it's kinda mean to have not rescued him right away. But it was just too cute!

Hope you are having a wonderful Saturday!

He Proposed

It was a Saturday. My friend/roommate, Jen, and I were driving back from a hard day's work when Jamie asked me to run an extra errand for him. I can't exactly remember what it was. I just remember I was extremely irritated because I reeeally wanted to go straight home and chill-ax. So we get home to watch the Tennessee vs. Auburn [gag-cough-gaaaag] Championship Game. We lost. I was pissed. I remember working on some kind of report that night too. Not fun. So this was not a good evening. We were just hanging out when he suggested we go on a donut run. I am very fond of donuts. I used to be very fond of the midnight donut run, too. I mean, I was in college. Duh. So we left to go get some Lamar's Donuts (man, I miss that place).

On the way back with the donuts, the conversation turns to marriage and entertaining the idea of going to a Chapel that night. The said Chapel was located on Monteagle Mountain, our halfway meeting spot (he lived about an hour and a half away). Going to the Chapel was an ongoing inside joke between the two of us. So I was playing along with the joke, as usual, when all of a sudden I notice him turning onto the interstate instead of going home. WHAT?! I could feel my heart speeding up. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Ummmm...are you serious?
Him: Yes, let's do it!
Me: Our parents will kill us! Especially our mothers! I don't think this is a good idea, Jamie.
Him: You want to marry me right? I think we should just go and see what happens.
Me: [silence]

Here's the thing: I was actually excited about finally marrying him, but 1) was very confused because HE was usually the voice of reason, not ME. and 2) was kinda pissed because I wouldn't get my big wedding and big dress. I mean, come on.

So I stayed quiet and went along for the "ride". We get to Monteagle and at this point I was thinking we'd do it, but we would not tell anyone! Because there was no way my parents would front the money for a real wedding if they found out we did this. But I was going to wait to inform Jamie of this plan after the fact.

We're driving down a quiet, basically empty road. I believe it was around 2 in the morning at this point, when we came upon a beeeeautiful Christmas lights display. I have an insane obsession with Christmas: decorations, music, movies, you name it. So yeah. We had to stop. We get out of the car and walk down a sidewalk that was lined with lighted archways all the way up to a gazebo that was littered with even more of these gorgeous lights.

While we're walking, I grab his arm and begin humming the bridal march, "bummm bumm bum bum..."
Because that's what I do when I get nervous. I make jokes.

When we get in the gazebo, I looked all around at the illuminated park. While I'm enjoying this moment, Jamie gets extra cuddly and starts saying some really sweet things. Which is odd. He is always sweet, but rarely this verbal/mooshy-gooshy. So I begin thinking. I get my hopes up. I have to admit that what he said from that point on was a blur because my own thoughts were louder in my head saying stuff like, Is he going to do it? Is this it? I wish he would just do it! DO IT!

and then...

He got down on one knee. He pulled out the most beautiful ring I could ever have imagined. And he asked me to be his WIFE!

I got down on my knees too. I assume I told him yes, but honestly, I don't remember. I remember crying that ugly cry. You know. The one that makes you look like that tall guy from The Goonies? Anyway, I put the ring on, we hugged, kissed, and cried some more. We drove home on cloud nine. When we got there, I woke up all of my roommates to tell them all the news! It was awesome.

So that's how it happened. A midnight run for donuts. In pajamas. Christmas lights. On a mountain.

It was perfect.

We First Met

It was my senior year of high school. I was needing an after school job, and did not want to work at a restaurant anymore. I got a phone call from a family friend from church (who was also my computer teacher) about a job opportunity answering phones, filing, and other clerical stuff. I called them immediately and went in for an interview. Little did I know, my interviewer would soon be my mother-in-law. I got the job and began the next day. After not working there very long, we encountered a computer problem. She had her son on the phone and wanted me to talk with him to fix it. I remember talking with him on the phone and thinking he sounded cute. Such a high school girl, I know. So a month or so went by  with several jokes from my co-worker, Pam, about how we should date, yada yada yada. But I knew he was way older and that my parents would not be okay.

Which made me even more interested.

One normal afternoon, while filing some bills at the wall of cabinets, I turned around to see my employers walk in with their son. Him. The man I would one day marry. My future babies' father. Sigh.
He walked in wearing the old Knoxville Sports t-shirt and his signature black Nike baseball cap. I was done.

More and more months went by with more and more of his visits to the office. We got to know a lot about each other on those boring afternoons. Including the fact that he was in a serious four-year relationship.

Which, again, made me even more interested.

We talked daily about our relationships, likes, dislikes, blah blah blah. We flirted and joked on each other. He made me so nervous. And all of a sudden, I noticed myself begin to care what I looked like a little more. There were two occasions, one where we both went for the computer mouse and the same time and one where he walked by and pinched my arm (or something like that) that I thought I was going to drop dead right then and there. I was so smitten.

That winter, I turned 18. I remember being at the office, across from Mrs. Warren. She was on the phone with Jamie and reminded him to wish "the now legal" Britney a happy birthday. I thought that was pretty cool. After Christmas break, it rained for a week straight and school was cancelled. So I worked full time that week. You know, to make more money [big grin].

The weekend before, I had been on a "date" and had come home to Dad's house. I was sitting on the side of my bed, sniffling, and being super bummed because of how the night had gone when my phone received a text message. I looked and it said "how did your date go?" I recognized the number from work. I wiped those tears REAL FAST. We texted each other for hours when I complained about my thumbs hurting. He texted "phones work when you dial on them too, you know" and I replied "so dial."

He did.

So, needless to say, that full week at work was a little awkward/emotionally charged. I knew he was single. He knew I was single. I knew he was interested. He knew I was interested. But we tried to carry on like normal. I'm fairly certain that Pam knew what was up.

One night I was leaving to go home. It was pouring down rain. I headed out the door. He grabbed my arm and we smooched.

Cue the theme music.

Getting Excited!

Yaaaaay hormones!


*TMI warning:  Brandon and Dad, you guys can just skip this post.


Anyway, as I was saying, hormones-hormones-hormones! They're back in gear. And that means I have an actual, real-life, scheduled appointment with the doctor. I have seriously been waiting for what feels like forever for answers. But on June 27, I'll be on my way to getting some! Needless to say, I will be praying like no other for accurate results. That's all I am needing at this point. I am just so tired of hearing "just a fluke" or "It could be..." I am ready for identification of the problem, and I don't believe I thought I would ever say this, but...I can't wait to get started on the progesterone (if that's what I need)! Ya know, until this ordeal, I have never been so hyper-aware of all of the intricate factors that come into play to not only get pregnant, but remain that way. It's super interesting (I spend hours on google), but also kind of a bummer. With Aiden, I was just floating through a meadow in my Baby La La Land in clueless oblivion. Sometimes I think that ignorance is bliss. Fo' Sho'.

Well, enough rambles...I just wanted to blog today, and that is pretty much the only dang thing that is on my mind right now. My apologies.

Thanks for the sweet comments and prayers. Our future babycakes appreciates it!

Beginning of the Week Brain Dump

So, I like the idea of using the blog to dump my thoughts. I've been meaning to do this for a while!

My internet sucks at life. I have to refresh, refresh, refresh. This needs to be fixed asap, but I keep putting off calling. That means that someone will have to come out. So I will have to sit at home waiting for them to show up within a six hour window. And worse? I'll have to put a bra on.

Aiden is in underwear. Not sure how I feel about this. I'm of course excited and proud. Plus even more excited about the money we'll save not buying diapers, but it's kinda sad. Right?

I am IN. LOVE. with staying home everyday with this precious human. Something needs to happen so that this can be a permanent arrangement. Hey, God? Not trying to be whiny, but could you please make this happen soon?

My dog should have been fixed long ago. He is becoming mean. Is it too late? I'm not sure on the reasons, but I've always heard the sooner the better. I miss my sweet Bogey. He growls and pouts and snaps now. Not cool.

I'm growing extremely impatient with the whole aftermath of the miscarriage thing. Last time, I bounced back quickly. This time, I have to wait for things to "bounce back" before making my first appointment to figure things out. Sigh.

I miss my husband. I had absolutely no time with him this weekend. Time for a date night. I also miss Carrabba's.

I fear I have bitten off more than I can chew with the whole birthday planning thing. Last year, I bought the stuff at Party City and made a soccer ball cake. The cake alone stressed the heck out of me. So, to quote my buddy Heather, "I'm scared."

Done now.

"Not MY kid"

I know this phrase well. I can remember back in the dating days with my husband, sitting across from one another at a fancy restaurant, making googly eyes at one another (where did those days go, right?), when we notice a squirmy, whiny, overly obstinate toddler one table over. We would give a glance at the poor couple, stuffing any shiny object or tasty bit of food in front of the little caveman/woman's face. Then we'd meet each other's eyes with a knowing look and say, "Not my kid...our kids will be different."

Please excuse me while I double over with laughter.

Okay. Where was I? Oh yeah...we were wrong. Well, somewhat. I mean, he is still the most precious human I've ever met, and I am sure it could be much worse, but this week I met Caveman Aiden.

We got out and about on Friday morning to bring Jamie back after selling his car. When we took him home, I decided to do a little shopping. So we walked into Old Navy, headed to the bathing suit section where my bathing suit was not. They were out of my size. Figures. So that meant that my quick trip turned into a trying on trip. As I would browse and pick one up, Aiden would say, "Uuuu hold it." EVERYTIME. That was fine, but when we walked, he would trip on the strings and get a little more impatient. I knew the bomb was ticking, so I hurried up. Alas, nothing struck my fancy the way the original had so I asked the clerk to check other stores.

Um, Aiden didn't like that idea.

Clerk: They have one in Cool Springs. Do you want to put it on hold?
Me: Sure, that's great!
Aiden: Uuuu hold-joo!
Clerk: What's your name?
Me: [picking up Aiden] Britney
Aiden: Uuuu walk!
I put him down and he straight up BOLTS! I grab him. He whines.
Me: Aiden, DO NOT RUN!
Aiden: Raaaaawr! (wow, that's new)
Me: If you don't want Mommy to hold you, you have to stay right here, okay?
Aiden: Okay. [drops to the floor on his belly]
Clerk: They'll have it up front for you. [glances down at Aiden]
Me: [laughing to myself because I remember the phrase "Not my kid"] Okay, thanks!

I scooped up my caveman kid, and we walked out the doors.

We're working on the growling thing.

Saturday Morning Scene

This morning, after breakfast and some much appreciated Dunkin' Donuts coffee, we headed up to Aiden's room to revamp his baby changing table. I got the baby stats idea from pinterest via Ashley at I Love You More Than Carrots. If you're not on pinterest, you should be. It is way fun. Nuf said. So this was my attempt at the oh-so-cute baby stats graphic. Not too shabby (seeing as how I used microsoft word and printed it on paper). I took these with my phone because I was too lazy/excited to go all the way downstairs to get the camera. But at least I tried to get fancy with picnik. That counts.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room...

Now, it's off to the pool for some more 95+ weather! chicka chicka yeah! HAPPY SATURDAY!

The A Team

It's not a secret that I would LOVE to be able to stay home with my little man everyday. I hate that I miss out on hours of his comments and accomplishments, but I have to say...If I were going to spend my days with anyone other than my family, it would be with this group of beautiful people. This year, I have been blessed to work with each one of these amazingly talented educators, and we have formed a bond that is an awful lot like family! It sounds so freakin' cheesy. I know. But it's the truth. Promise. I have been meaning to do a blog about them, and since we had a get together last night, I thought this was the perfect time. *Names have been changed to protect the innocent. As for the pics, I know. The hubby was a little snap-happy. And we were clearly not ready.

 After a whole year of deadlines, paperwork, discipline, assemblies, schedule changes, and more laughs than we could handle, we celebrated the beginning of summer at DeWindow's house. She is a first year teacher, but you'd never know it. She is unbelievable classy and the quietest of the five. She likes to observe, I've noticed. But when she chimes in, it means something. Or it's really, really funny. Anyways...DeWindow and her hubby had the team over for great food. For that, I am eternally grateful. Thanks, y'all.

The DeWindows. He always smiles this way (even in his driver's license).  Awesomeness.

We had another newbie this year, Waffle. Waffle is like no other girl human you will ever meet. I LOVE HER. She, like DeWindow, never acted like a "first year teacher". They always had their stuff together. Incredible. So other than being super impressive, this chick will make you laugh 'til your cheeks {the ones on your face} hurt. She has a pure heart and pretty much the best sense of humor ever. I mean, she should seriously have her own show. Seriously.

Waffle and hairstyle number three. Rock those chopsticks, girl.

Then there's Sully. He is the only "he" we have. Bless his heart. We all think he hung the moon, and so do the kids. At first, it's easy to be insanely envious of his charm with students, but that soon fades away and turns into major appreciation. He is the guy that would do anything for you. And it doesn't hurt that he can quote and joke with the best of us. His wife and I were preggers together, so we are the ones that brag about our babies at lunch. I like that I'm not the only one.

Sully and wifey

And finally, our matriarch, Klara. Imagine your grandmother. You know, the one who won't let you say "fart" and thinks that everyone is good and wears a halo? Okay, now put that grandmother inside of a playboy bunny's body. That's Klara. She would do anything for anybody and reminds me a lot of Gloria from Modern Family. She is over-the-top generous and has absolutely no idea how hot she is. She has come a long way this year...now she can make "That's what she said" jokes, prank us, and knows some rap songs that we don't even know. She is my partner in planning. I can't say enough about how much I have learned from this woman. What an awesome role model. She has the household, the husband, the job, and the kids. And she works it! I really look up to her because of that.

Klara and her husband {who is not Peyton Manning}

So that's our team. I love them. I'd do anything for them. And I can't wait work with them again! I'll leave you with some more fun pics from the evening.

Sully with Klara's hair

Waffle and DeWindow {not sure how to pose while not posing}

not Peyton

This is Kevin. That's his real name.

Their super cool basement/man cave

Weird Indian Guy who they found buried in their yard. He watches over the house. 

You can't take me anywhere.