Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Then & Now

It's been 7 years....

Camryn Paige: Then

Camryn Paige: Now
Amber Marie: Then
Amber Marie: Now

Together: Then

Together: Now
Happy Birthday my beautiful, sweet, funny, loving, healthy 7 year old girls.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Things I know about me:

* I am laid back (sometimes to a fault)
* I like organization
* I am bad at organization (except my tupperware and kids dining ware)
* Dog hair drives me crazy and we have 3 large dogs...2 of whom shed ALL year.
* Dirty floors in my house drive me crazy, especially since I walk barefoot and feel all the grime
* I have 3 young, busy kids...which make the whole organization thing insane to me.
* I have an awesome, yet busy, husband.
* I have issues that I'm working through (and they are quite comical once I verbalize them...but that's a different post).
* It takes me a long time to decide on decor.
* I am a fence-sitter. I can see both sides of things pretty easily and have a hard time being "against" anything...at the same time I find I'm not passionate about a lot for the same reason.
* I get bored of my surrounds easily...like my house and decor and clothes and pictures...hence the reason it takes me a long time to commit on anything.
* I love to rearrange furniture...it is a quick fix.
* I love red. I have been known to buy things just because they are red and pretty...and I almost always regret it.
* I hate planning dinners.
* I love opening mail.
* I'm a pretty good speller, but not so great at punctuation....I think I use too many comas.
* There are few things in the world that make me walk taller for the day than a good haircut & color.
* I love Toyota Landcruisers...the old kind. Everytime I see one my heart skips a beat and I want to follow the driver and just say, "OOOO...I used to have one of those!"
* I'm glad my 2nd toe is shorter than my big toe.
* If I could live off of chocolate chip cookies with icing and cokes...I would.
* I love Mr* Clean erasers and Downey Wrinkle release and scrubbing bubbles and the bug bite stick.
* I'm rarely without a pack of gum in my purse, one in my car, and one in the canister in my kitchen.
* I cry at simple sappy things very easy, but I don't easily let myself cry when I'm hurting.
* I wish I liked to read more, but I don't.
* I don't need a lot of friends, just a handful of great ones.
* I love stupid comedy...movies and stand up....if I laugh 'til I cry, I'm happy.
* I'm amazed at how things that hurt me so long ago can still tug at my heart.
* I'm learning to listen twice as hard and often as I speak since God gave me 2 ears and 1 mouth.

I could go deeper....but that's it for now.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Day on the Lake

Thank you Captain Frank for taking us out....is was an amazing time had by all!!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Emotional Crash

Do you ever do really well for awhile?

Happy face.

But inside you're just tired and refuse to let it all out. So you continue to pretend you are

Happy face...

It's a flaw of mine. Because eventually I have a meltdown.

Just releasing all of the pent up "real" emotions that haven't seen the light of day for awhile.

Meltdown in full swing. But I'll be back to my normal self soon.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Baby "education"

disclaimer: This is a funny story, and I won't type out full words...but will use the first initial of the word, it's a tad graphic...so just be warned! But it is funny.

In the car yesterday, this was the conversation with Tyler and me.

Tyler: Mom, why do babies come out of girls bottoms?
Mom: Well, they come out of a lady's "V".
Tyler: How?
Mom: When it's time, the body knows, and all the muscles in the belly start to push out the baby. It's kind of like pooping, but there is a different hole. (I know it's graphic...but this is how it is...)
Tyler: But mom, "V"s are very, very, very, very, very tiny....and a baby is too big to fit through there. (not sure how he knew they were tiny...but he knows the baby is bigger)
Mom: Yes, well, it hurts a lot to have a baby. It is very painful.
Tyler: (**pause for reflection**) I'm really glad that God made me a boy.