I have been a blogger for years. Not in the sense that many would say as often I blog for my own enjoyment and my own memories. While readership is wonderful, it hasn't always been the top of my list. If you enjoy what I write and like to read it then great. But if you don't well that is ok as well.
That being said, it has been brought to my attention that my blogger format that I have been using for the past couple of years has been given a lot of people issues. And for that I truly apologize as it is not my intention nor truly my fault. So what does that mean. Do I abandon blogging all together?
No. I do not want to do that.
But it has got me thinking of switching formats, revamping things a bit and whether I want to or not, starting over. Fresh.
It is not like I haven't done it before. I have changed with the times before. Whether it was for reasons of change in sites, or other various reasons. It is more the thought of the words I have shared and already expressed disappearing instantly. Being deleted. Erased and forgotten in an instant.
Perhaps it is time to find a new platform to do so...
Thursday, July 16, 2015
You think they come easy
As though I keep them buried
Between bosoms and straps
And fluffy blue outfits made from fireflies
Oh dear child
Your naivety will catch up to your
You think you’re the only one
To have them
Looking to me as if
You expect me to be a miracle worker
I am a busy woman
Do not waste my time making decisions on
Is not always a good thing
Power beauty money they all have a price
Temptation is not spoken of
Be careful you don’t fall trap
To a young girl’s fairytale of
That often fall victim
To adulthood expectations
Monday, July 13, 2015
For the past five years Logan has spent every night in the smallest of the three bedrooms surrounded by his once beloved Cars themed room. The Cars era ended this past weekend as Andy and I surprised him with an updated and upgraded big kid’s room. We knew we wanted to move him over eventually, and when we found out we were expecting baby #2, it was no longer a one day we will, but rather sooner rather than later option. So it should come to no surprise that this Jedi loving kid now has a Star Wars room that is quickly becoming the hit of the town.
I will say Andy should get a lot of credit for this room. He had a vision and ran with it. His ultimate goal was to give Logan a Star Wars room that he would be able to grow with. Something not over the top, but still be a child’s dream come true.
So how did we do it? The process I must admit was no overnight decision. Rather we spent the past couple of weeks behind his back gathering things here and there and putting them aside, including gathering things he already had to include in the decoration. Finally we took my parents up on a sleepover at their house so Anderson and I could get to work pulling off an incredible surprise.
And so began the magic.
Step One: The paint
After gutting the once guest bedroom clean, Andy got to painting. He choose to paint the room a navy blue and a soft grey, due to their Star Wars connection and the fact he can grow with it. The three walls, including the two on the sides and one long wall are grey and saved one wall the dark navy. The grey walls only needed two coats, but the navy one needed about three but in the end the contrast between the dark side and the light side (yes I did just say that) turned out really nice and gave the exact effect we were going for.
Step Two: The furniture
Once the paint was dry it was time turn the empty room into a bedroom. We were able to repurpose the furniture from the guest room, so that most of the big furniture was not purchased. And we scored with Target as the big colors for the dorm room seemed to be navy and gray this year, including the organization system we picked up, perfect for completing the room. The organization system is great to hide his knick-knacks, toys and books while doubling as a place to display the items he wants to share as he grows. Shelves were added along the walls to prop things up and use to fill up the wall space.
Step Three: The decorations
With the furniture in place, it was time to have a little fun and decorate. Again we were able to bring a lot of things in to this room that he already had, toys, Lego sets and books to help create the warmth and love of Star Wars. The idea was once again to provide a room that he could grow with.
The Quilt: Was a birthday gift from my mother in law, as were the pillowcases, so needless to say it is one of a kind. And we love it! Fantastic job.
The light saber wall fixtures: Were from Toys R Us. It took us three stores to find both, due to the fact that Toys R Us is getting ready to roll out the new line of Star Wars stuff to fit the movie coming out in December.
Pictures: Came from Pinterest ideas and Target’s selection.
Vinylmations: Walt Disney World exclusives (you can find them on the disneystore.com website as well) we tend to pick one up every trip, they make for great accents.
Bean Bag: Again Target. Dorm room selection.
Death Star Clock: Hallmark, which is where you can also get the Itty Bittys.
So there you go. I believe we were able to create and capture the love of Star Wars while giving him a room that he can grow with for years to come. And what was the verdict from the Jedi who will be calling it his room for the next several years (fingers crossed)?
He told us he never wants to leave the place.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
It is actually quite fascinating.
When I was expecting little man, I waited for those mood swings that everyone talked about to hit. I prepared Anderson with a thousand apologies in advance because I already felt horrible.
Those mood swings never came. Sure I broke down and cried at Wall-E, but there wasn't a whole lot that got me upset, sent me flying off the deep end or got me pissed as expected.
I didn't know what to expect with this one honestly. I knew this may not be the same as it was with him, but still how different would it actually be? Would I be more moody, would it be the same? Will I cry at the drop of the hat over the latest Disney movie? I should go ahead and admit, I cry at every Disney movie so perhaps that wasn't a fair question or to ask myself.
Well let me say. I owe a huge apology to Anderson. Because no this one is not as smooth as easy at all. In fact I am pretty sure I have yelled at him more times over stupid stuff like forgetting something in the lunch Or roll my eyes because of something. Believe me I know I do, I don't like to say so. But I do. Do I know this is stupid to get pissed over? Absolutely. Do I know I could probably run down to the deli and grab something to satisfy my sweet tooth, yes. But for some reason it is these things that send me off. The odd thing is I know it is ridiculous even at the time. I cry just at the mere thought of something. Funny thing is while I am doing all these things in my head I am saying I truly have no idea why this is upsetting me so, it is not like it is that bad....
And I take full blame on this, though I have no control over it at the same time.
And yet amazingly, five minutes later everything is once again fine, I am fine and I am laughing and smiling at myself for the small things I was just pissed about. Everything once again is wonderful, and life is good. Peaceful even. The small thing I was so pissed about forgotten even.
Yep, hello mood swings with this one. If this is any indication how this one will be growing up then I fear we are doomed.The good news, or so I am told is that they should start subsiding here as the second trimester starts up. A fact I am sure will relieve Anderson greatly.
Until they do.
I apologize in advance.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
We learned something in those early days of little man being in our lives. The first, half of the stuff we actually didn't need, that bib, the one we thought was super cute and just had to have, didn't last two cycles in the wash. And third, most baby accessories, were not meant for those with the use of only one hand. That car seat may be beautiful but it requires both hands to unlock and pull the handle up (most of them do.) and that pack in play, the one that is a pain in the butt with two hands, is nearly impossible to do with one hand. Believe me it became just a park and play thing rather than a pack in play, because it was a hell of a lot easier just to keep in stationary than it was to cart from house to house or place to place.
And here I had thought my biggest challenge was going to be changing his diaper with one hand.
Flash forward 7 years now, Anderson and I are standing in the middle of the same Babies R Us now looking for items for baby #2. Once again, the aisles are filled with things we will need again, because lets be honest the things with Logan are either long gone, outdated or were already hand me downs to begin with. And yes there are still plenty of things we probably don't actually need. We make our way down the stroller aisle when woah what do I see? Is this what I think it is? A stroller where all you need to do is push the button with your foot to pop it open, lock it and hit the road! Where was this years ago? I have to test it out to see if it truly does do what they say, and if it is as easy as it appears to be on the instructional video they had going. Wouldn't you know, it is that easy, that sturdy and yes I can do it...I think I am in heaven all over again.
And then they show us the pack in play that you simply push a button and it unfolds, and locks. Meaning yes I can do it. I practically do a little dance around the store. Yes they are pricey, we tend to forget how expensive the baby industry truly is. But I have a decision, do I go for cheaper because it is cheaper or more of a necessity for me because it is something I could actually use? The money just may be worth it. And because of it, the thought only makes me cry harder.
The lady looks at me as if I had grown three heads right there. She is probably thinking its hormones, and I let her think so. But I am crying because for once I won't have to ask for help. I won't have to get so frustrated with something that I say screw it I will just stay home.
Because for once, something just may cater to me.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
It is now a question I get asked at least once a day. And it is a question I find I ask myself on a daily basis. Because I thought, I would have known exactly the answer by the time I walked across that stage in May.
But the truth is, there are endless possibilities, and yet not so much at the same time. I promised myself that when I finally finished I would find time to sit down and get back to my creative writing. Vowed that I would even finish at least one of the projects I started years ago. But what I didn't account for was the fact it actually takes time to get your mojo back. It has been months, even a year since I have had such free time on my hands to even sit down and think. Granted I did take the poetry class last fall, but it wasn't exactly the same. And it didn't help me on those written pieces already started. Though it did serve as a good distraction. Still I vow I will get to it, my mojo will once again come back to me.
Then there is my current role, a lot of people assumed I would just up and look, get out of here. But I made a commitment to the company that I would remain here for a year after graduation. While I do not feel stuck in that sense, at the same time it doesn't allow me to explore the possibility until at least this time next year. I am however thankful that they supported me and continue to support me in my decisions. Sure the commute could always be better, but the group of people I support are great. Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise. Obviously with the recent announcement, I figure it is not the best time to go out and look.
Not to mention, that before I know it, my life is going to change once again. Only for the better. We are excited and thrilled beyond belief. Even if I still go through my panic modes like all of us mommies do.
So perhaps I don't exactly know where I am still going, maybe its a process that is still being worked out and worked on.
Maybe that is all OK. After all life is forever in progress.
And who we are, and where we are going is never finished.
Friday, June 19, 2015
The news could not have been more exciting to him.
I will admit I was extremely nervous to announce this go around. I am older now, as is little man, who will be a month shy of 7 when this one comes along. Yes I know, I have heard the whole age gap debate for years. True it may not work for everyone. And I get that. But it works for us. Maybe we would have liked it a tad bit sooner, but as we all know to well life tends to get in the way. By time we were ready for number 2, I was to close to finishing the degree to actually consider it. So we waited. I am a firm believer things fall in to place when the time is right. In this case, I fully believe it was the right time for us to even explore the possibility of number two, even more so it playing out to actually be expecting.
So how are we doing? When did we know? How did we tell our parents? Questions you may or may not want to know. We found out the first weekend of May, but decided to keep it to ourselves for weeks. And I mean we kept in the sense that I went through my final class, my presentations, my graduation and even my graduation party. I kept it through my birthday on the 22nd. Honestly I do not know how I did it. Given the fact that unlike when I was carrying Logan this one has me battling morning sickness 24/7...yep that is right, screw just morning but noon and night as well. We finally broke down and had Logan announce the news to our parents over Memorial Day weekend, yes that means it was almost a month of keeping it to ourselves.
It is amazing how two individuals can be so different from the very beginning. With Logan all I wanted was salt, onions and fruit and veggies that were not sweet but filling (bananas for instance), but this one? Well this one is all about the sweets and seafood, you give me a bag of my beloved pretzels and I will throw them out. And while I still love the fruits, they have to be sweet, the sweeter the better. Unlike Logan who gave me glorious hair and skin, this one find me lacking in the glow and my hair is nothing to write home about. I am assuming this is preparing me for the years to come with now two little ones (or rather one almost big kid and a little one). Believe me I know personalities are just as different with each kid. But I am up for the challenge.
Still it has been incredible. Even if I am running to the bathroom. I feel so incredibly blessed to be given this gift. It was a gift for awhile wasn't sure was going to actually happen again. And while there is still a lot we need to figure out, and it is still relatively early in the pregnancy, I look forward to the joys of the experience all over again.
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Yet, here we are on the final days of the school year. Now when I put him on the bus he barely blinks at me as he heads off with the group of neighborhood friends. The same ones that not to long ago he never knew lived there. Instead of running to me to give me that big hug before he does so, now he blows me a kiss and does the whole imaginary hug, and I wonder why I was ever so worried about it. He did fine, no he did better than fine he did outstanding.
And it hits me, when he walks off that bus on Friday he will no longer be the Kindergartener, but rather the first grader. As another father said at the bus stop, come September he will no longer be the youngest one at the stop. He will have it down pat.
Lord help us all.
The funny thing is, a couple months ago he said he couldn't wait for summer break. While this still remains true there is a bit of fear in him as well. He mentioned he didn't exactly want to leave Kindergarten. Why? Because he loved it, because he like myself suffers from Peter Pan syndrome, in which he doesn't want to grow up. Because he loved his teachers. Because first grade may be hard.
Somehow, I think he will be just fine....
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Yes these past couple of months have been a struggle to get through, the amount of work kept me from enjoying parties, weddings and friends get together invites. Though looking back, it was well worth it.
Yes you can go ahead and say I told you so.
And while this post my be short and sweet, be prepared for some upcoming posts in the near future.
I look forward to it.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Truth be told, something had to give. And between finishing the Senior capstone project, the presentation class and the communication class, there isn't much free time.
And that is just school work alone. I will not mention my actual work, which has kept me running around in circles in its own right these days.
I have told myself over and over that I am getting there. That this will all be done and over with before I know it. And in just two months I will not know what to do with all that time on my hand. Thankfully it won't be job hunting as most Seniors find themselves doing. At least that part is working out for me. But still little at the moment seems to be a consolation prize.
I am also long over due for a break. I know this. I recognize this. But until the end of May there is little I can do about this as well.
So I mutter through things. And my blog updates have to wait. I do hope I am forgiven. I still find time to write for the Disney Driven Life, it is a much needed break from the technical writing and research. But for the moment, this blog will have to wait.
This does not mean I am abandoning it. Believe me I crave creativity. I crave writing again. And I can not wait to be back sharing m life, my thoughts and even some tips and adventures with you.
Just not until then.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I always said well one day. When that one day was going to be I did not know. Still I listened. I envied. And I rolled my eyes when they began to talk about how busy the last semester was. How they were dying to get through because there was so much to do before they graduated. While it seemed like ions away they knew it was fast approaching.
"I mean can you believe the amount of work they are giving us. Seriously are they trying to kill us. Don't they understand we have a life, and parties to get to. Speaking of which, what do you think I should wear..."
Oh just wait until they get to the real world I used to think to myself. This would be followed by thoughts of thinking I would never be like them. That when I was going to finally reach the end of the road I would be so ready to be done that I would be prepared. And I would be on top of things and I would be so thrilled that I was graduating that it wouldn't matter I was going to be awesome.
Well no longer am I roaming the halls in envy of those that are graduating. As I am now one of those. And despite my ever thinking otherwise I know now, exactly what they were saying. Because this last semester is the hardest. Between the papers and the presentations and everything in between I get it.
I am done.
And for the record I am pretty sure they are right.
They are trying to kill us.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Believe it or not I was really really good at it. My most recognized and award winning recitation was of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Even to this day acting out books to little man is one of my favorite things to do.
So you would think getting up there and presenting anything in front of people would be a walk in the park for me.
It isn't.Then again this is not children's book reciting.
What this is determines if I graduate or not. What this is leading up to is a fifteen minute presentation in front of the university's department heads and facility and whomever decides to show up to watch. Secretly I am hoping for at least one person I know to be there, for the support more than anything.
It is not pages filled of smiling faces and easy words which I know I can do. And to an auidence that loves me no matter what. No this speech is not anything like it.
It terrifies me so.
Even as I prepare for a simple five minute speech for tonight, one in which is simply just a practice of what will be. A lead up to what will follow if you want to call it that. I am already panicking. I am already dreading it. I can already feel my palms get sweaty, those eyes staring at me. And the teacher judging.
The thought alone makes want to run.
No this is not like the children's book reciting for Forensics. The kind I was actually good at.
But I will have to learn to deal with it. To get by. Because I need to.Even if I fake it.
After all, the only alternative is to move.
Monday, February 2, 2015
|Logan and "Miss Nancy!"|
This past weekend as we were getting ready to put the final touches on your party you turned to me and said you couldn't wait to be 13. And while I am sure you can't, please don't rush it. Enjoy your childhood. Enjoy being a little boy for as long as you can. Not because I don't want you to grow up (though I would be lying if I didn't admit there is a part of me that truly doesn't) but because childhood truly does go by that fast. Why rush it even more?
Because I love looking at your face when you talk about Disney World, I love watching you count down and get all excited about it. I know this will not always last. Because at six, you can still play with cars and Lego sets and Ovi can still be your best friend and no one thinks anything of it.
Don't rush it.
Don't rush wishing for the school year to end. True the summer awaits, as does the magical trip. But it has been amazing to watch you bloom this year as your knowledge expands. Listening to you go on and on about your daily activities, whether it be about Columbus, Addition/Subtraction or hanging out at the playground with Dylan while at the dinner table is something I look forward to on a daily basis. Your smarts may scare me, but it also makes me incredibly proud as your mom to know you are exceptionally bright.
Just as much as knowing that those qualities I loved as a toddler continue to carry on through your childhood. The kind, compassionate and empathetic toddler is now the same compassionate, caring and empathetic little boy who seems to touch every one around him. I don't just say this because I'm your mom, but you are an amazing little boy, with an amazing heart. Believe me when I say that years from now this will not go unnoticed.
So yes, little man, 13 will be here soon enough. But in the meantime, enjoy 6 and all the magical moments that the year will bring.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Looking down at the syllabus (the final one of my college career) I only think one thing.
What have I gotten myself in to? No, my classmates are not under 20; we are all adults in fact. Most of us are working for a living. We have families and lives beyond the dorms and sororities. But at that moment, staring down at the assignments, the time frames and everything in between, including those dates that are most important it all seems so overwhelming.
This is the beginning of my final semester of college. I suppose we all feel this way when we get to the end. The feeling that there is so much to do (papers, projects and several visual aides to be made). And not enough time to do it in. We are all burned out. We just want to be done with things. Yes it may be 16 weeks until graduation, but they couldn’t feel farther away if you were to ask us.
Or not far enough away in some cases.
I try to take those deep breathes the professor in class #2 of the evening is talking about. I try to focus on other things. Like the fact the next time I am in Disney World, I will be done completely. I am focusing on Logan’s birthday and how excited he is. I focus on the fact the snow is coming this weekend. Anything to keep my mind (as she says) from going completely bonkers.
None of these work.
I listen to others around me, finally able to breathe when I realize I am not alone in my thoughts. The handouts are all overwhelming. We are all overwhelmed. I am not alone. I get up, introduce myself and wait for their feedback. Nervous for it.
And then it actually hit me.
This is the last first class meeting I will ever have. This syllabus is the last that will be handed out to me. And these people are all in the same boat. They are my last classmates.All of whom are feeling the exact same way, a couple seem to still be a little behind even. They were freaking out because they felt behind, they didn't know what they were going to do. If they could finish themselves. And a few ask me for help, because as they said I kicked butt in the first half and they admired my work.
And suddenly, I think I just may be ok. Yes it is going to be a lot of work, and yes I will curse every filthy, dirty word out of my mouth more than once (to which I will already owe an apology to my family) but I am just about there. But after that, I am done.
I just got to get there.