Christmas has passed... and so has my motivation.

During the holidays I was on top of it. All of it.
The decorating.
The shopping.
I was ready for Christmas a WEEK into December.

But, now that it's over?
I am dragging ass on the clean up.
My tree isn't down.
My decor isn't packed away.
I have Christmas cards still taped to the wall, and poinsetta's still drape my windows.

I like to blame it on Lee - poor guy.
He's been off for the week, and I always have a hard time getting things done when he's home.
I just want to relax with him, and ignore the fact that I have so much to do.

But, next week is the week.
Kids go back to school, Lee goes back to work, and I no longer have a job outside of the house.
So, no excuses.

It will be done.
It has to be.
Otherwise, I may just lose my mind.

Call me crazy.

I think a few people probably thought I was today while I was out doing returns.
I got a few 'um, what the hell?' looks.
That's okay though - it's bound to happen when you dye some of your hair NEON purple.

Just another one of my impulsive decisions.
I'm sure that there will be many more in my lifetime.
It is me, that we are talking about here.

Kudos to Santa.

An XBOX Kinect was at the top of the kids' wish-list this year.
Honestly, it was at the top of ours as well.
[Hmm. Imagine that... Crazy how that works.]
On Christmas morning: 'Santa' delivered.

For the past 2 days, we have been trying it out like crazy.
We've been jumping, twisting, turning, ducking, swaying, and flapping our arms like lunatics. It's been a total blast.
I think my favorite part just might be, laughing at Lee while he's 'busting a move' on Dance Central.
[Yep. That is some SERIOUS Facebook material right there.]

I woke up this morning actually sore from playing it.
Kinda AWESOME if you ask me. A workout - without even feeling like I'm working out?
UM. HECK. YES.

Christmas - this year.

On Christmas Eve, we celebrated with Lee's family.
Forgetful me - forgot my camera.
So, no pictures from that occasion.
GRRRR.
Kaylee got a GINORMOUS doll house from Karen, Lester, and Grandma Norene, and Moxie girls from the Bennetts.
She LOVES them.
Layton got the ONE thing he was DYING for this year. A Paper Jam guitar, tools, and an Iron Man helmet.
(Poor little Sydney was scared for her LIFE when he had that thing on.)

Christmas Morning started like it does every year.
Santa visited us, and the kids were thrilled when they discovered that he left them an X-Box Kinect.
[More on that later.]

I started the morning off by taking pictures of them opening gifts, but failed to continue throughout the day.
Kinda bummed that I hardly have any.
(Another.... GRRRR.)

We had my parents over, as well as my brother and Jacob for lunch, and the kids opened more gifts for almost 45 minutes.

After that? We spent the rest of the evening in front of the T.V.

It was a great Christmas.

But, I won't lie - I am totally relieved that it is over.

The wish list.

We visited Santa today just in the 'nick of time.'
[Yep. Talk about procrastinating.]
Kaylee had no problem chatting it up with the guy.
She sat on his lap, all comfy and cozy and told him exactly what she wished for this year.
Layton though?
After getting super nervous and uncomfortable, he just froze and then forgot EVERYTHING that he wanted.
It made Lee and I laugh.
It was for sure a FIRST for him.
After leaving - he was in a panic.
He asked how Santa was going to know what he wanted if he wasn't able to tell him.
Kaylee quickly chimed in: 'Oh, don't worry Layton. Santa can read your mind, and plus... he has Mom and Dads phone number.'

This time of year...

...makes me want to pack up the family and go sledding.
It makes me want to rent Christmas movies and stay in my pajamas all day.
I love driving down the streets and admiring all the pretty lights.
I love the smell of my cinnamon 'scentsy' candles as the aroma fills my house.
This time of year gives me a great excuse to shop 'til I drop.
It makes me crave hot chocolate on those super chilly nights, and gives me the urge to bake.
It makes me pray for snow, and I can get away with wearing my cute knit hats everyday.
I love relaxing at night with all the lights off in the house - except for the ones on the Christmas Tree.
I love how Christmas can bring so many people together.
I love seeing people 'give' to those in need, and seeing the appreciation from the ones receiving it.
I love the anticipation of Christmas morning, picturing the kids' faces when they wake up and realize that Santa was here.
This time of year reminds me of how blessed I am.
I'm thankful for my family, my friends, and this life that I live.
This time of year makes me re-play the past year in my head, and also makes me wonder what the next year will bring.
Yes. This time of year is (by far) my favorite.

Instant FAN.

As much as I hate to admit this, Lee's music has rubbed off on me as of lately.
His hard rock choices, (where they just scream at the top of their lungs) usually grates on my nerves. BAD.
I love to complain about it, and normally I do.
He's always begging me to listen to a song, to just try it and see what I think.
Normally? I'm not impressed.
But, this week? That didn't happen.
He downloaded HINDER on my Napster Playlist and I. AM. HOOKED.
I, of course knew who they were. (Lips of an angel was a huge hit in 2006.)
But, other than that?  I didn't follow them.
I didn't know that they were a hardcore rockband.
I didn't know that they were awesome.
Ever since Monday - I have been cranking their newest album [American Nightmare] up in the car, memorizing every word to every bad-ass song, and singing at the top of my lungs.
The louder - the better.
Hey? Who knew that I had some rocker-chic in me?
I'm even thinking that: 'going to a rock concert' just might be on the top of my list of: Things to do in 2011.
[Lee still can't believe it.]
Honestly? Neither can I.

Road Rage.

Okay, so maybe it's not that bad, but driving in these conditions? Well, it makes me want to scream at people.

Holiday traffic is ridiculous.

I swear that every year around this time it feels like I have a sign on the front of my car that reads: Go ahead - CUT ME OFF. I don't mind.

Is it just me, or do people drive worse during this season?

Now, most people reading this (especially the ones who really know me) are probably wondering if I am speaking about myself.

And all ll I have to say to this is: No.
I am known to run red lights, hit young children that run in front of me on purpose, and threaten anyone that is walking in a crosswalk.

Pshh, I don't pull out in front of people.

New Chapter.

I gave my 2 weeks notice today.

With Lee back to work and making plenty - and me wanting to focus a lot more on my Photography business, there is really no need for me to be working a part-time job anymore.

Now, I am guessing that this will be an interesting transition for me, considering it has been my 'normal' for the past 4 years.

I am so thankful that through Lee's lay-off, that we had it to fall back on.
And even though retail was NEVER my dream job - I will miss the people I work with, [especially my super awesome boss - and now, great friend - Sarah.] and of course the handfull of customers that have truly become my favorites.

I have been informed however,  that anytime I need a few days of work - just to call, and it will be done. The busy seasons like Easter, Halloween, Christmas, or... any day of the week in between.
[Feels kinda good to know that I'll be missed as well.]

I find it interesting - how I can be this excited, and completely un-easy all at the same time.

Hmm.... Crazy how that works.

Mr. Destruction.

I have come to realize that it is impossible to find a chew toy that this dog doesn't EAT within an hour.

I would think that since these things are actually made for DOGS - that they would make them to be able to actually hold up to the massive chewing of the animal. No, not the case.

Bentlee goes through dog toys like the average family goes through toilet paper. Very quickly.

I am constantly picking up little pieces of chewed rubber off my carpet, or throwing away the toy balls that he is able to puncture within minutes.

Now, in the dogs defense - Don't get me wrong. I am more than thrilled that he isn't chewing on my shoes anymore. I seriously thought that the 'puppy stage' was going to kill me - or quite possibly him.
I am glad that he actually understands now - what is his, and what isn't.

But, HOLY CRAP. I am buying toys for him almost TWICE a week.

Looks like from now on? The dollar tree will be the only place that I buy dog toys.
Just wish I would have thought of that before NOW.
Which is wayyy too much money later.

TImes have changed.

I realized the other day - just how much this is true.

I had to pick up the kids early from school for an appointment.
I did the normal, signing the check out form at the front office, and telling the secretary what rooms they were in.
This time however? They asked me to state my full name, what my relationship to them was, and then I was asked to show my ID.
I actually had to take it out of my wallet, and I watched as she looked it over thoroughly, and compared it to the intormation on her computer screen.

I must admit. I was a little surprised.
I thought to myself: this lady has only seen me a hundred times... she knows who I am.

As I waited in the lobby for them, I couldn't help but ponder it - and suddenly, a huge sense of relief actually came over me.

On one hand - yes, it can seem a little ridiculous for me to have to go through that procedure everytime I eat lunch with them, or pick them up early.
But, on the other? This 'annoying little procedure' also keeps my children safe.
This means that some stranger can't just come in there and leave with them.
And, In today's society? This actually happens wayyyyy to often.

So, even though it saddens me that the world has gotten bad enough for our schools to have to do such drastic things, it also comforts me to know that they are doing all that they can to protect our kids.

The ghetto wrapper.

I Absolutely LOVE Christmas.

I enjoy the shopping, I enjoy the decorating, I enjoy the giving, and this year? I have even been enjoying baking [and NOT burning] special goodies.

However, there are 2 things that don't excite me at all about this time of year.
The traffic, (NEW post - coming soon) and wrapping presents.

Ugh. Wrapping presents. Something I dread.

Usually, Lee is the one that does most the wrapping.
If it were up to me - everyone would just get a really pretty bag with sparkly paper.
But, it's Christmas and I can't really get away with that.

Lee has been working and on top of it,  he has been super sick with a chest cold.
So, the last few days I have been wrapping a little at a time.
I will admit: my gifts look a little sad - but, hey... they're almost all done.

Lee was totally surprised to get home from work this morning and see the bottom of the tree paractically stuffed full.
I told him not to look very close - because they weren't too pretty but, he already knew that.

Here are a few examples of my lack of skills:
I am known to use 'scraps' of paper on the back or at the end of my packages when I cut the main piece too small. [and I do this alot.]
I also am known to just skip using a box for those odd shaped items by trying to just make it work. These ones usually end up looking pretty 'special' - if you catch my drift.

My personal oppinion? People just tear them open anyway. Why waste all that time?
C'mon - you have to admit: I do have a point.

Anyway, Being almost done with all of them has me feeling accomplished and pretty excited.

Because, after the holidays?
I'm so going back to being the gift-bag-girl.

Can't we all just run around naked?

Ok. Totally BAD Idea.
However, this does cross my mind everytime I am drowning in a ginormous mound of dirty clothes.

As you can tell - I have a serious problem with doing laundry.
I absolutely hate it.
Other chores, I have no problem keeping up with.
[Lee actually swears that I may even suffer with OCD - when it comes to how picky I can be about it.]
Honestly? There may be some truth to that.
I clean it once a week but it has to be picked up throughout the day, it pains me if there are dishes in my sink, and I must wipe down the toilets daily with a clorox wipe. I. MUST.
Ok. Ok. I'am totally getting off subject.

Anyway - Laundry is my: 'if-I-had-money-to-pay-somone-to-do-this-for-me-I-would' chore.
I can't stand it.
It's the never-ending part that kills me.
No matter how much I do - there is always more waiting.
I am known to let it pile up day after day, then when I have to finally focus on it? I just want to cry like a baby.
[Yes people. I am serious.]

Yesterday was one of those days.
I worked on it for HOURS, and then decided? NO. MORE.
I seriously stress myself out way too much over this.
[See? I told you Lee had a point.]

So, the plan is: A load a day.
No exceptions.

Today? Success.
Tomorrow? Lets hope so.
And someday? When I win the Powerball? I'm totally hiring a maid.

Moments like these.

Two nights ago - Lee was awesome enough to offer to clean the entire kitchen after dinner.
I offered to help - but he refused to let me.
I got to sit on my butt and channel surf while he did all the work.
It was HEAVEN.

But, the next morning?

Me: 'Um, Lee? Did you TURN ON the dishwasher last night?'
[I asked this after putting EVERYTHING away - then discovering that the silverware looked dirty.]
Lee: 'Ooops - I think I forgot.'

Yep - moments like these... make me want to kill him.

I had to take a minute, take a deep breath, and tell myself that 'he tried' at least.
However, I won't lie... It wasn't the easiest thing to do. :]

I thought I had [at least] a few more years.

But, nope.
It happened a few days ago.
Kaylee was in MY closet, asking if she could borrow a tank top.
Now, of course it didn't totally fit her right - but my point is:
My little girl is growing up just a little too fast for my liking.

Christmas in November?

Well, it's looking like it at OUR house.

Today, the shopping season officially started.
For the first time in my life, I was out there with the crazy people - instead of staying home and making fun of them.
[Yep. that's right. We pulled an all-nighter and I am currently going on 30 HOURS with NO sleep.]
What can I say? We were maniacs on a mission.
I must admit - it was totally nuts, but I AM happy with my findings, and I got a huge jump-start on buying presents
[My plan is to be done by next weekend.]
Let's HOPE that happens.

You know I've been busy...

...when I haven't blogged in FIVE days.

This is because this past weekend consisted of CRAZINESS.

We started Friday with 'date-night' to celebrate our anniversary.
[Which was fantastic BTW.]
Then Saturday - I spent the morning taking pictures, the afternoon - grocery shopping, and the evening - editing those pictures.
Sunday we had Mr. Cash's 2nd birthday - then a Scentsy party - then dinner @ the Hughes house.
Late that night we got a call from Lee's Mom letting us know that Grandma Norene had fallen again, but this time - broke her hip.
We spent some time yesterday and more time today at the hospital while she had her surgery.
[Fortunately, it went very well, and she is doing better]
And, Somehow? Amongst all this - I even managed to get my tree up.

But, starting tomorrow - the hectic-ness continues:
I have a house to clean and finish decorating, laundry to do, grocery shopping to get done, a boys hair to cut, and a turkey to prepare for dinner on Thursday.

Luckily,  Lee will be home to HELP me. [Poor husband] I'd be stressing pretty bad if he wasn't.
[Oh, who am I kidding? I'm 'stressing' anyway.]

All kidding aside though - I am really looking forward to Football on Thangsgiving morning [Yes. Even if it is  in the FREEZING cold] and dinner with the family later in the day.

A decade.

10 years ago - today.
I married my best friend.

Wow. A decade.
Sounds kinda crazy when I ‘say it like that.’

A couple of apartments, a few cars, 2 kids, a new house, and a dog later… and here we are – living a life I am proud of.

And in those years? We’ve learned a few things about one another.

We know each others stories.
We know each others dreams.
Our fears and favorites.
We know each others quirks.
Our hang-ups.
And he knows my heart, better than anyone.

Saying that I feel lucky to get to share my life with this guy – would be an understatement.
[Yep. I totally hit the jack-pot with this one.]

So, Happy Anniversary hubby – I [HEART] you.

...and the list CONTINUES.

Back in August - I decided to share some of my 'pet-peeves' with everyone.
Well?  Here are some more:

11.) Fast-Food Commercials.
Shame on them for FALSE advertisement.

12.) Lee's IPOD playlist.
Ok, so he thinks that it's painful for him to listen to my music? PLEASE.
[I'm actually thinking about buying him a nice pair of headphones for him to use... in the car.]

13.) Vehicles that are shaped like ice cubes.
YEP. I'm not kidding. Saw one yesterday.
The person behind me actually honked for me to GO when the light turned green. I just couldn't stop staring. I was lost in thought thinking to myself: who would make a car that looked like that? Wait. Even worse... who would buy a car that looked like that?

14.) BOYS that sport the 'shag' hairstyle.
Um... I've just  got 3 words for them.
CUT. YOUR. HAIR.

15.) People that treat their DOGS like they are children.
If I see one more chihuahua sitting in a shopping cart, dressed  in a pink skirt with a bow on top of its head INSIDE the GROCERY store - I am going to scream!

16.) People that think the PERFECT time to take a phone call is while they are in line somewhere.
Maybe it's because I work retail? Or maybe it's because it's just plain RUDE? But, this is one of the worst ones in my book. It seriously drives me crazy, and I know at some point in my lifetime - the person in front of me doing it? Oh, they are going to hear about it.

17.) People that don't undertstand that decorating for Christmas before Thanksgiving IS okay.
Yes, HUSBAND... I am talking to you.

...and last but not least?

18.) The fact that my own son likes to WEAR skinny jeans now.
Seriously. What horrible thing did I ever do to deserve this?

Are we REALLY singing 'Happy Birthday' to the DOG?

That is exactly what I woke up to this morning.
The kids singing the 'happy birthday' song to Bentlee.
Today he is a year old, and I guess that warrants a party for him?
Well, not in my oppinion.

Its hard to believe that he's that big already.
I know, I know... he's not a child.
But, he IS part of our family.

I remember when we first brought him home and how he'd crawl under the couch - where we couldn't reach him, and get his butt stuck, [The kids would laugh hysterically] or when we would spend HOURS playing with him before bed so he'd actually SLEEP for us at night.
I also remember 'house' training him. [Oh, yes - and having the urge to KILL him numerous times.]

And Now?
Well, he still drives me crazy almost daily, and his little quirks can be annoying but honestly - I wouldn't know what to do without him.

I'd miss him cuddling with me on the nights that Lee works, or him following me room-to-room while I clean house, or him whining everytime I slip on my shoes - because he wants to go wherever I am going.
I'd miss him under my feet at my computer, and his little nose under the bathroom door when I am trying to soak in the tub. I'd probably even miss how excited he gets whenever we have company over. [Although, this is - hands down my LEAST favorite thing about him.]

Honestly. He's the most AWESOME-EST dog. Ever.

So... HAPPY BIRTHDAY Bentlee-boy.
We love you big guy. :]

The price I pay to let them 'express' themselves.

As everyone already knows - I am NOT a fan of the 'skinny' jean.
Becca used to agree with me and then something [I have NO IDEA what] happened to her.
The next thing I know? She was buying them for HER boys!
I loved giving her crap about it, and did so - any chance that I got.
But recently? That totally back-fired.
Ben grew out of a pair and she gave them to my child.
Now, honestly I was thinking  [to myself] of course: 'Nah, he'll never wear them... I will just pass them down to Kaleb.'
Then? She goes: 'Lay Lay! Come here!! I wanna try these on you!' [I cringed.]
And Layton? Well, he LOVED THEM.
Every single day since then - he begged me to let him wear them to school.
Finally, I agreed. [ONLY because I was SICK of hearing him ask.]
And yesterday morning? Well, it was honestly painful for me.
I had to fight the urge to tell him to change 3 different times - and then Lee even told me: 'you better let him wear those. He likes them. That's all that should matter.'
[WAIT. WHAT? This? Coming from the guy who used to comment on all the 'skaters' down the street who wore them? If I recall - he stated OFTEN  how boys should not be allowed to wear 'pants like that.']
Pshhh - seriously. WHATEVER.
So, he scooted out the door with a smile on his face, then returned home and happily announced how much EVERYONE loved his pants.

I then thought to myself: 'well, they won't fit him for that much longer' - and this made me feel better.
Then? I remembered that Ben has a closet FULL of more -  and I am POSITIVE that Becca will be more than HAPPY to pass those along.
Yep. What are best friends for - right?

Set-backs.

I am known to have chronic back pain from time to time.
I blame it on the scoliosis that [unfortunatley] runs in my family - and the fact that I have the WORSE case of it.
I was just 'bragging' to Becca about a month ago about how long it had been since I have had a flare-up.
I. SHOULD. HAVE. KEPT. MY. MOUTH. SHUT.
Here I am - confined to the couch until who-knows-when.
I am able to get around - at least to make trips to the bathroom - but it's a painful task.
[I have also noticed that in these trips - I am constantly dropping  ANYTHING that is in my path.] Seriously? WHAT. THE. HELL.

It usually results in conversations like these:
'Crap! Lee? The hair brush fell off the counter.' [or] 'Babe? I dropped my socks.' [or] 'Dammit. Lee? I can't get my Pajama pants on.'
And he always replies: [Sweet as can be] 'Ok. I got it.'

Luckily, he is home with me until tomorrow and he is able to help me.
[If he was working - I'd be so screwed.]
I find him rather cute actually - because he goes into Dr. Mode.
Making sure I am taking my ibuprofin, switching my ice packs and heating packs non-stop, bringing me food. drinks, and giving me massages every couple of hours.
[Yeah, THAT part is pretty hard to complain about.]
He's been AMAZING.

All I have to say about this whole experience?
I. AM. SO. OVER. IT.

I SWEAR - I am not trying to kill my child.

Mr. Layton was diagnosed with a double-ear infection in the beginning of this week and since then - I have been religious about giving him his antibiotics every day.
Yesterday though - I noticed that the bottle was looking rather empty.
I thought to myself: there is NO way that is going to last for as many days as he needs it. They didn't give him enough.
I then read the bottle and it CLEARLY said: 3 teaspoofulls 2 times daily.
My first thought: well, CRAP. I've been overdosing the poor kid.
[Apparently, I miss-read it.]
I was giving his 3 teaspoonfulls THREE times daily for 4 days straight.
Yeah, talk about feeling like a HORRIBLE mother. The shame 'set in' quickly.
Luckily - the nurse asvised me that it won't harm him, but also to just make sure I read the 'instructions' next time.
HA!
Will do.

Crazy? Ok - maybe just a little.

At Target yesterday - while in the process of picking up Layton's prescription, I noticed something:
The entire seasonal area was FULL of CHRISTMAS.
I almost lost it.
It was the day after Halloween and completely stocked.
[Honestly? I had to seriously refrain from screaming out in excitement.]
I enjoyed walking down the aisles and seeing all the sparkly ornaments and awesome home decor.
[And - yes. I bought some.] I just couldn't help it.
Christmas decorating is usually my favorite thing to do [before Thansgiving] every year anyway.
And this year? Well - I'am totally FREAKING out. Mainly because I am changing the entire theme of the house and I can't wait to see it finished.
The linen closet already has bags stuffed full of decor, and I have the long list 'etched in my mind' of what else I need to pick up.
Of course, the hubster is completely irritated about this.
But, Me? Pshhh - I am totally loving it.

Halloween - this year.

Layton was sick - but somehow in good spirits.
Kaylee's best friend Madi joined us and Lee spent FOREVER on their make-up.
We had Pizza for dinner [instead of the taco's that I planned on making] since the table and counters were covered in CRAP needed for face-painting.
We met at Tammy and Duanes first to check out his 'creepy porch' that he spent the morning fixing up.
[Pretty impressive. BTW.]
We walked the streets for a bit with all the kids running ahead of us.
The Bestie was a total GRUMP. [But, yeah - I still LOVE her to death.]
Kaylee's $50 costume was ripped in half before we hit the 3rd house.
Layton wanted his mask off his face half-way through trick-or-treating since he couldn't breathe - thanks to his stuffed up nose and throbbing sinuses.
Little Miss Sydney kept dropping her candy bucket while trying to grab a treat. [Pretty cute. Actually.]
Madi's feet hurt - and we KNEW about it.
We ended the night at the Bennetts house to catch the 'Extreme Makeover: Home Edition' episode.
[It was kinda crazy seeing people on T.V. that are regulars at my work - kinda cool too.]
My favorite part of the evening had to be Sydney's end-less hugs that she was giving out to the family during the show - oh, and of course, the moment she said: 'here you go' PLAIN. AS. DAY while handing me the bag of suckers.
[Totally AWESOME moment for this Auntie.]
So - to sum it all up.
We had no rain, we had no tears, and we had plenty of candy for all kids involved.

In my oppinion? I'd call that a successful Halloween.

Carving the pumpkins.

It involved a little apple cider - alot of laughs, and of course -  a 'few' pictures.

Yep. I loved every minute of it - and I'm pretty sure they did too.

YAY for HAT day! [Okay - well... not really.]

Every year at the kids' school they do 'vocabulary day' in place of Halloween.
I get it. I totally get it ... but, I still don't like it.
They both pick a word - then they have to make a hat that goes with it.
Problem is? The NEVER want to make the hat.
They just tell me what word they want, and the rest? It's up to Mom.
I don't really understand why that is - being that they LOVE to do crafts normally, but for some reason, every year when it comes to this - it's the same.
Kaylee's word was 'PARTY' and Layton's was "FIRE.'
I never take too much time on doing these projects, and this year was no different.
A trip to the Dollar Tree - and there you have it.
Two silly looking hats - for two appreciative kids:

[Please note: This picture KILLS me - but it was taken VERY quickly on my way out the door this morning. I didn't even look at it on my viewing screen like I normally would have. (As you can tell.) Seriously though - WHAT is UP with Kaylee's face?]

So, this is what sleep feels like.

For a long time now - I have struggled with sleeping at night.
I have drove Lee crazy for years with how 'obsessive' I am about bed-time.
I have rituals:
I have to have certain pillows - positioned in a certain way, it has to be SILENT - except for the soft sound of a fan by the bed, and he can't make ANY noise. He can't snore, and sometimes - just the sound of him breathing... ticks me off.
It always took me 2 HOURS to fall asleep, and then during the night - I would wake up 6 to 8 times, and always have a hard time going back to bed.
EVERY NIGHT - the same thing - for 6 YEARS.
It was HELL.
After he went back to work - I struggled with a new dilema: being SCARED.
[Of course - this only added to my problem.]
But, lately?
I've been sleeping like a baby.
I have no clue what has changed - but I'm not complaining.
I wake up rested [most days] and am usually ready for bed by 10:30PM every night.
[This beats the usual 1 or 2AM bedtime that I am normally accustomed to.]
It's like something just changed overnight.
I don't worry about every little sound I hear, and when he is home - the sound of the T.V. doesn't drive me crazy.
Trust me when I say this people: THIS is a MIRACLE.

How am I supposed to keep up with this?

After avoiding laundry for a few days [like I always do] I figured I'd spend the morning catching up.
I realized something while hanging up Layton's jeans - this kid is hard on his clothes. HOLY COW.
All FOUR pairs of 'new' jeans that he got for school have the knees almost torn out of them.
Seriously. NOT. COOL.
So, I guess not only do I have to worry about Kaylee 'growing' out of hers at a rapid speed? I now have to deal with the boy - simply RUINING his.
Oh - joy.

Pumpkin picking.

We hit the pumpkin patch last night.
The kids have been patiently waiting - and since we missed it last year... it was a MUST.
I just LOVE watching my family in action.
The kids ran all over the place and fully enjoyed themselves.
and a MAJOR highlight for me?
The AMAZING Apple scone that was TO DIE FOR.
[Lee and I got one to 'share' - HA! ...Poor guy.]

A change.

I went a bit crazy at the salon yesterday.
I went SUPER short.
[I'm talking 'you-can-now-see-my-ears' short.]
It's a bit 'over the top' funky. [Meaning I can do some CRAZY things with it.]
But, I think [once the SHOCK wears off] that it will grow on me - I'm hoping so anyway.
Add to that [NEW] glasses, and you have quite a change in appearance.
It's all good though - I think it was time for one.

REAL men wear PINK.

Layton wore a little 'pink' to his game this evening in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month.
Not only did I find it extremely cute - it was all HIS idea... which made it that much more special.
[Way to go #11!]

Finally - DONE.



After avoiding it for weeks - tonight I actually did it.

I cleaned out my side of the closet.

I have put it off for awhile now - considering that it actually SCARES me a little.

There is so much to go through, and I just haven't been in the mood to take it on.

But, tonight? I went for it... and?

IT.WAS.A.DISASTER.

Lee is constantly complaining that I have too many clothes [which I totally don't agree with] - but I AM female, so my oppinion probably doesn't count.

I decided that it was time to 'organize' after I was unable to find numerous items for the past couple of days.

It only took me - 2 hours.

After about 5 trips from the closet to the bed with all of my layering tanks... I decided to count them. [Just for the fun of it - of course.]

The GRAND total? 52. Is that bad?

Now when I usually 'clean out' something... I have a REAL problem with actually getting RID of stuff.

Tonight though? I was pretty proud of myself.

I had a GARBAGE BAG stuffed FULL.

I couldn't help but smile with such a great feeling of accomplishment.

Seriously - The hubby will be PROUD. [For a second anyway.]

Because, now? I really NEED to go shopping.

A ride down memory lane.

Last week Kaylee spent a few days with my parents.
When she got home she told me she found something of mine - then handed me one of my old photo albums from High School.
It INSTANTLY took me back.
Inside were pictures of all my 'old' friends.
It's funny how pictures can bring back memories and almost make you 're-live' them.
I remembered the relationships, the friendships, and endless memories.
I remembered the fights, the drama, and all of the silly-ness of being a teenager.
I remembered the laughs, the tears, and the feeling that we would never drift apart.
Then? Life happened.

After graduation - some moved away, some went to college, and  then there was me: I got married, and started my family.
Of course it wasn't going to be the same. But, back then?
We had no clue.

I pulled out old photos of years ago, of when Lee and I had just started out.
Again - it's funny how quickly you can 'go back' to that place in your life.
Man, we were different back then.
I was different. He was different.
Just starting our life together with a baby on the way.
I was happy, in-love and scared shit-less.
We experienced so many emotions, and struggles & we made it through some tough times together. Throughout those hardships - I finally found the true meaning of love.

I stumbled upon pictures of me pregnant with Layton, and remembered how freaked out I felt to be having a boy.
I actually would lay awake at night and worry that I wouldn't know what to do with him.
Looking at him now? I couldn't imagine my life without my little-man.
There were photos of  Kaylee holding him for the first time, pictures of them in the bath together, pictures of them painting pumpkins on his first Halloween.
Endless pictures - of this awesome family of mine that God has blessed me with.

It made me realize that my friendships back then were even different.
I only had a few close ones, and truly believed that nothing would ever change that.
Then? Life happened.

I have learned that people change - and when that happens the dynamic of friendships change with it.
It took me awhile to accept it, or even understand it.
But looking back now? I'm ok with it.
It's all part of this journey.

There were pictures of beach trips, Christmases, and birthdays.
Pictures of my nieces when they were babies.
Pictures of church functions - VBS, and Harvest Festival.
Pictures of Hawaii.
Pictures of Vegas.
Pictures at the lake.
Pictures of the kids - starting school.
Pictures of the kids - playing in the snow.
Pictures of camping trips with my parents.
Pictures of friends - old and new.
Pictures... just endless pictures - each one helping me to remember.

I look at my life right now - and I feel so honored to live it.
I love my family, I love my friends, and I feel so blessed to have them to share it with.
I can't imagine it changing - but after going through all these photographs?
Well, I know that's just crazy.

I look forward to what's ahead - knowing that some things will be good, but some will be bad.
I look forward to 'looking back' in 10 years from now, and having these same feelings.
Feelings of sadness and happiness...
All at the same time.

Not sure WHO he gets THIS from.

Sometimes I seriously wonder about my youngest.
Lately? He is obsessed with helping me clean house.
He follows me around - asking constantly what he can do to help.
He wants to dust, begs to use the swiffer mop, and loves cleaning the toilet.
Yes. You heard me right... he LOVES it.
When I ask him if he'd rather be playing - he just replies: 'nope, this is funnnnn'.
Yeah, I can't say I agree with him.
Actually - at this very moment?
He's scrubbing the kitchen sink with a washcloth and Dawn dish soap.
Seriously - this kid may need a CAT scan.

The TOUCHDOWN.

Yep. That's right - Layton scored his FIRST touchdown [in an actual game, that is] last night.
It was a pretty proud moment - for him and the ENTIRE family.
Oh, and the best part? Afterwards - in the end-zone? He busts out with his HILARIOUS 'happy dance'.
[Because this kid of ours? Yeah, he has no personality.]
It was truly one of his most AWESOME moments, and I will always remember it.

Is it bad that I just want to hide sometimes?

Most days - I totally enjoy being around my kids.
Some days - [like TODAY for example] bedtime couldn't come soon enough.
Blame it on me being totally drained from a busy day, or the fact that we CANNOT keep the dog out of the damn trash, or maybe because I have been up since 6AM, and still haven't had time to sit down?
Whatever the reason or 'reasons' - I have just HAD IT with today.
Tonight? I'm just tired, and cranky.
Tomorrow? I'll be rested, and [most likely] - apologizing to some pretty cute kids of mine.

Only little boys.

Layton got the bright idea to try and 'wear' the dogs tire toy as an anklet last night.
It was all fun and games until he discovered that it wouldn't come off.
Lee was working so that left only me. [of course.]
After almost breaking his ankle, and pulling skin off in the process - we got it.
THANK.GOD.
A trip to the ER would have been pretty embarassing for the little guy - given the fact that even now, he doesn't find it the least bit funny.
[Me on the other hand? HILARIOUS.]

Yeah, I'm pretty confident that after this little ordeal?
The boy won't be trying this again.

Is he trying to tell us something?

It gets a bit rowdy around our house on weekends.
Saturday's - we watch college football, and Sunday's - the NFL.
We like to root on our teams and we like do that very LOUDLY.
We have discoverd that Bentlee doesn't enjoy it so much.
Everytime we do our little 'freak outs' - he literally tries to tackle us to the ground.
EVERY TIME.

It's got to be one of two things:  We either annoy the living crap out of him, or he just isn't a Falcons or Beavers fan.
[For his sake, let's hope it's the first thing - because otherwise? We may just have to trade him in for a puppy.]

What is so great about GLEE anyways?

Okay, okay - so, for the past... well, FOREVER.
Close friends of mine have been RAVING all about Glee.
How great it is, and how much they love it. Blah, blah, blah.
Personally, just the previews alone - usually get on my nerves.
[Just wayyyyyy too cheesy & corny for this girl.]
Well, recently - Lee's side of the family decided to also 'jump on the wagon'. So, [of course] they all started in on me as well.
I had a feeling after that happened? There was no chance I was getting out of this one.
Lester asked me to just try the 1st DVD of the 1st season before I formed an oppinon.
It was a bit painful for me, [okay, VERY painful] but, I agreed.
And?
Well..............
I.FREAKIN'.LOVE.IT
What the hell is wrong with me?
[In my defense however, I WAS right - it is super cheesy, and beyond corny.]
But the humor? It's pretty hilarious.
And the music? It kinda rocks.
I just can't believe it - I was WRONG.
Geez, that hardly ever happens.
[Tee-Hee]

It has arrived.

FALL. That is.

















Yesterday was the first day that it actually 'felt' like it.
[Which is kind of crazy since we are well-into October.]
There was that chill in the air that actually hung around all day.
It didn't wear off around noon with the heat of the blistering sun - like is has for the past TWO weeks.
It's actually here, and I'm happy to see it.
I even took a fleece blanket to football practice last night, and bought hot chocolate and whip cream afterwards to 'warm-up' after being outside for an hour and a half.
So, I'm thinking it's almost time to break out The North Face, and my cute hats.
I also think it's time for my 'welcoming fall' ritual: Sock shopping.
[Yeah, I'm a bit obsessed with fun, fuzzy, comfy, and cozy socks.]
Looking forward to adding to my ridiculous collection this week.

(... Oh, and If you are wondering if I took this super cool picture? Unfortunately, I didn't. Instead? I stole it from photobucket.)