I absolutely hate shredding cheese. It is such a hassle. I also happen to loathe the saw dusty grossness of pre-shredded cheese. It is a conundrum.
I have learned to never get too comfortable as a mother. I thought we had moved out of the diaper blow out days. Until tonight when Izzie and I were snuggling on the couch watching Monsters Inc. and she happened to have EXPLOSIVE diarrhea all.over.me.
The other night I had a dream that I had quadruplets (3 girls, 1 boy) and I was trying to figure out how to breastfeed them all. Waking up from a dream never felt so good.
Izzie's new favorite word is "ummmm". It's kind of hilarious to hear her use it correctly.
I swear everyone and their dog just announced they are expecting baby number 2.
Speaking of baby number 2 everyone keeps asking me when we will have another baby. Especially the daycare ladies at work. I will have another one when the thought of having 2 kids to look after doesn't cause me so much stress my eye balls want to explode.
Good news for those of you who know about my "problem".... I think it's finally fixed! woot woot!
is there anyone out there who has some free time and some good statistics skills? I need some help with a work thing.
I have a horrible addiction to chocolate ice cream with peanut butter milk shakes. It was a habit I started when I was running regularly. Then my jogging strollers tire blew out so I stopped running. But I keep devouring milk shakes. I think you can guess how this could turn out.
Someone please come fix the tire on my jogging stroller before I have to be rolled out of the house.
Some time in the very near future I am going to attempt my very first pot roast. I am excited! I don't have a pot roast recipe so feel free to share them with me.
I think I finally figured out what I want to be when I "grow up" but I'm not going to share it with you just yet. Just in case I change my mind.
I shall sign off with a quote from one of my favorite movies Julie & Julia...
"What is it that you really like to do?"
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
To put it lightly I have been a little ungrateful lately.
I don't have enough.
All of these words had become regular thoughts in my head.
These thoughts left me feeling irritable, grumpy, depressed and tired.
My prayers had become nothing more than a mindless recital.
That is, if I even decided to pray that day.
But I kept getting this nagging feeling.
you know the one...
that little voice, that whisper
just pray about it
Yesterday, I gave in. I prayed. I told God every selfish thought I had.
I gave him my worries, my concerns.
I told him how helpless I felt.
And then I went to work and didn't think anything of it for the rest of the day.
Today however, I noticed something different.
Today was no different than any other day,
But as I sat and watched Izzie play with her sidewalk chalk,
I realized how much I enjoy my life.
Honestly, I can't even describe to you the emotions that over came me as I played tic tac toe by myself and Izzie scribbled on the patio furniture.
I feel so blessed that I am able to stay home with Izzie the majority of the day.
I know that if I worked more it would take away a lot of financial stress,
But I love knowing that I'm the one who taught her what a cow says.
I taught her how to lick sauce off of her fingers
I taught her how to say "shoes".
I have been blessed with so much.
I have a fantastic husband, a beautiful healthy daughter, a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my cupboards.
What more do I need?