Boys Will Defenitly Be Boys

Why is it that boys are always such boys? My 21 month old son's favorite video to watch is a Travis Pastrana dirt bike video. So at least twice a day I must turn it on while his attention span latches onto it for about ten minute intervals, at least it has good music. Then he will proceed to climb up onto the couch and pretend he is on a dirt bike as he yells at the top of his lungs "Dee-Da-Baaaah!!" This is followed by him flinging himself onto the cushions below and sometimes landing on the floor as well. With another boy on the way I can only smile at all of the adventures that are ahead of me. Yes, I know, some will make me cry and long for a calm girl with a pink dress and a pretty bow that sits so nicely on top of her head, but seriously what girl of mine will be calm with a spotless pink dress and a bow that isn't actually lost in the yard. I have to be realistic about these things. For now I love my boy and can't wish for anything more than for him to continue bulldozing me, attacking his poor unborn brother, and flinging himself off the couch. Long live boys.

I Think I Might Be Crafty

So the other night our Relief Society had Fantastic Friday. For those that do not know it is a night full of crafts. I signed my aunt and I up to do a couple of things, and well.....we did that and then some. I originally signed up just to spend time with her, she loves crafts. I guess I found out that I do too. Please keep it a secret and don't tell anyone, it might just be a phase I'm going through. First we made a pumpkin felt hangy thing, then we made magnets with pics of dirtbikes, tractors, Buzz Lightyear, and all the good stuff, then we made memory boards. When we were all done we longed for more craftiness in our lives so we proceeded to paint a ghost, pumpkin, star and cat and connected them with wire so we could hang them in our houses. Usually things sit for about a year before I get a chance to do anything with them but for all those crafty ones out there you will be happy to know that they are hanging on my door and in my house. So I guess I will have to further explore this newly found craftiness in my life and try and find other things to do.

BEACH!

One simple word.....BEACH! Seriously, for all of us that are fortunate enough to be able to get in the car and drive away while our little ones fall asleep and then unload them into the sand with the waves crashing behind us, life is wonderful. It was one of the those days for me. I love the in-laws but when you live 5ft away from them it can get a little crowded at times. I love my nephews but when they are crabby and mine is crabby, it's a good day for....BEACH! So that is what I did. I called up one of my bestest friends Megan and climbed in the car and away we went, little guy and all. For those that are lucky enough to be able to get to Pleasure Pizza (off of 41st) Tuesday is a great day because cheese slices are only $1. This allows you to be the good friend and buy lunch and not go over budget, I love it. Although my little one does not like to get to close to the water he loves the sand, and I mean loves it. He doesn't eat as much as he used to but he still gets his fair share in his clothes and in mine. The best part is that I feel so refreshed when I get home and he is so ready for a nap, that the rest of my day just glides on through. If you are not as fortunate as those of us who have such a getaway, I do apologize and I hope you find your own oasis wherever you may be. We all need one no matter where we live. Sometimes it may seem overwhelming to take all your kids but whenever I feel that way I just remember my mom piling all four of us plus friends into the van and taking us all by herself, my mom kicked but and personally I would like my kids to look back and feel the same way about me. So when I feel like it might be to much I just tell myself to suck it up, put together a PB sandwich, throw in a sippy cup and get in that car and drive!!! It works every time.

Oh the wonderous joy that a nap can bring....

How is it that I got so lucky to be able to put my little guy down in his crib, give him his bear, say good bye and then walk away as he rolls over to nap? Please don't be cursing me to have a colic baby next, please don't do that to me. But seriously, the two hours I get to myself everyday are priceless. Some days they are spent cleaning, folding laundry or grocery shopping (and no I don't leave him alone when I do that), but at least I can do these things all by myself. Then I have to think, when did my life get to the point where folding laundry by myself became a luxury? I guess as soon as that little guy popped out of me, but I don't mind. Of course there are days where I want to have my own identity back because I've lost in in my unbalanced world that is my life. I always manage to find it somehow and when I do I just feel so much better inside. The other day I found it when my friend took me for a drive in the woods, it was so awesome to see all the magnificent trees towering over us as we cruised along venting about whatever was bothering us, by the time we were done my worries were all gone, thanks friend. Today I will attempt to find myself by writing in my blog, maybe this will work, and maybe I will remained lost until another solution finds it's way into my life. Either way this will get done and so will the laundry, dishes, and feedings that must go on no matter how lost I feel. So I guess my daily goal is to find my identity that is outside being a mom for at least two hours a day, maybe less once the baby comes but I will worry about that when it happens.

Finally something that I can do!

So I thought I kicked butt so much that I could handle a whole web-site all by myself. Yeah, it didn't go so well after all. Hopefull this is a better solution for me to be able to get my writing out of my system so that I can feel productive. Some days the dishes, laundry, diapers, feedings, and everything else that gets mixed in my day isn't enough. So I hope that everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoy writing it, or at least I hope I enjoy writing it.