Tuesday, August 31, 2010

happiness is

a charged cell phone
a nice cashier
lunch with Rob and Ali
a dip in our pool
dinner with mom and dad around the table
lounging around with rob on couch watching TV
sleeping in
crystal lite pitcher in refrigerator
empty washer and dryer
big sales
free shipping
being able to park car in garage
cuddling with aliya in bed every morning
her sweet caressing on my arm
flying kisses
magnolia trees
organized drawers
clean soft sheets

Monday, August 30, 2010

Diarrhea of the mouth

I don’t know why I have this condition and it frustrates me to no end. why oh why did I say that? It is a complete misrepresentation of what I wanted you to know. I either say something out of context and it sounds terrible, not at all what I meant. Or I say too much, things that are no ones business and yet I blurt them out as if its tattooed on my forehead and common knowledge for everyone. Or I say things that don’t represent the subject well, again not my intention! So frustrating. And the worst part is I stew on it for days till it eats me up and I want to hide in a hole. I actually had a grotesque image of my skin coming apart at the mouth and I swallowed my self inside out then zipped my self closed at the mouth, just to hide myself and zip my mouth shut (kind of like the itchy and scratchy show skits on Simpson’s). And you know that once it is out there no amount of back peddling can fix it. seriously so FRUSTRATING.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Our musical genius
Ali and I hangin on couch

Noatable morning

7:23 Ali wakes up and I bring her into our bed for cuddle time and milk
7:30 Diaper leaks, wet mess in bed
7:35 Head to bath #1 with Ali
7:55 Get out of bath and Ali pees on floor next to her potty
7:56 Rinse her off,  bath #2
8:00 Ali and I both clean, get Ali dressed in cute white outfit, I'm still in towel
8:02 Get Maddi breakfast
8:04 Ali comes to me with a mouthful of dog food she stole from Maddi's bowl and then throws up
8:05 Head to clean up Ali, bath #3, I'm still in towel
8:15 Ali clean and I head to closet to get dressed
8:16 Hear Ali start to cry in hall
8:17 Hear Ali really start to cry, head to see what up and meet her in bedroom she looks fine so I go finish getting dressed
8:20 Come out of closet and notice Maddi has peed in hall way, huge puddle
8:21 Notice little wet foot prints all over floor from where Ali stepped in pee and walked around, thus the cry
8:22 Notice Alis outfit is no longer white but yellow from where she slipped in pee puddle, thus the big cry
8:23 Head to bath #4

Catching up, as always!

The boys taking Ali for ride

Debs Birthday at home. Ali with Nana and Great Grandma Myrl
Aunt Dee Dee and Ali in pool
Raspberry Elegance, Family Favorite!
Covered in Cake
Aunt Dee dee is so fun!
The Chapmans
Becca, Harvey and Alastair over for fun in sun!


Handsome Rob
In Ruskin for Dinner at Nanas
Ali playing with her favorite toy at Nana's and Olive oil bottle!



Ms. Kitty
Very Handsome Rob
At home with the Noe's!


My favorite face in the world!

Saturday, August 28, 2010

To Do

The more I have to do the less I actually do, why is that? As my to do list gets longer my will power gets shorter. Today I woke up and wrote out a list 15 items long, I accomplished 2 things, not only that but by not keeping up I now have to add 5 things to the list. I have a load in the washer and one in the dryer, an unfolded load on the table, dishes in the dishwasher and sink, toys everywhere and that isn't even the beginning. Sweeping, mopping, windows, vacuuming both floors and pool, thats only part of the cleaning part of my list. Of course as I was in the middle of something Ali comes up to me with a book. How can I blow her off? So I sit and read to her and then she brings me her puzzle and an hour later we are still sitting in the middle of the floor with random things all around, a sippy cup, blocks, books, a pair of brown flipflops, her tricycle, plastic cover for the corners of tables, 2 baby dolls, and my wallet. It's okay just another thing to add to the list; put away items on floor. Yup its added, now lets see how long it takes for it to get checked off. At the rate I'm going it'll be at least a month, I wonder how many times I'll trip on all this stuff before its number comes up? Not worth finding out. I'm headed to put it away now.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Tic-Toc

So sorry to you all that my posts have been sporadic at best. I vow every day to sit down and tell you all ways and whys of my days but alas night falls and laziness sets in and tomorrow seems so close, a few more hours is no big deal until the cycle doesn't end and hours turn to days, weeks and months. I know it is not an original thought by any means and the word cliche keeps popping into mind but where is time going. I turn around and its a new month. How will I get anything done when time is constantly chasing me down. Aliya is so big, how can I love her enough, there is certainly not enough time in the universe to give her the love she deserves. I just want to cuddle and kiss and nuzzle and snuggle with her every minute of the day. She is 15 months and so rapidly becoming a kid. All her teeth are almost in, just waiting on the last one to descend and we can leave the horrors of teething in the past. Her hair is so long it fits in a little ponytail, its a sad excuse for one, but one nonetheless. The dress she wears today was once so long I couldn't put it on her because it stopped her from crawling and now is so short she has to wear it as a t-shirt.

Time- Please slow down, I haven't had enough of my baby, her cheeks, her babbling, her pitter patter through the house, please just give me more of you so I can spend it eating up every moment with her.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

PawPaw

How luck is Aliya to have so many grandparents. Uncle Pinky or as Aliya calls him Paw Paw was here the other day. Who else will get in the grass with her?

Noah

Noah came to visit for a while and over the years I haven't had a chance to spend a lot of time with him. Who knew he was so sweet, caring and funny. What a fantastic person. A joy to have in our home and he is welcome anytime.