OK, OK I give up.

So, things have been pretty crazy around here for about a month. I broke down finally and got myself a half-job. I consider it half because I stay at home all day with my son, dog, cat, and now a 6 month old named Megan. She's super cool. One of the biggest 6 month olds I have seen.

I am starting to see what it would be like to have two kids at the house, and let me tell you--- it is NOT easy! I am so relieved and tired by the time Megan gets picked up, it is all I can do to clean up, take a shower, and/or cook dinner. Notice the "or" added in there.


Nonetheless, God has really blessed me with some kind of work, on top of going to Laurel's house 2-3 days a week. I really couldn't ask for more when it comes to working part time, plus there are the bonus points of being able to stay at home with my rad kid.

Speaking of rad kid. He is turning a year old next month. I still cannot grasp the fact that exactly a year ago today, I was sitting at home, propping my swollen sausages of feet, groaning at a whopping 165-170 lbs, wishing, praying, DEMANDING to God that I go into labor. But God thought it would be funny to let me stay at home for another 3 weeks or so before AJ made his grand entrance after my OBGYN doctor granted me mercy one fateful Friday morning.

Thank heaven for epidurals. Too bad I didn't have the time to get one. Its funny how you try to be brave and not get drugs right away, but as soon as the pain gets to the point that you WANT drugs, the doctors tell you 'oh, too late!'

Grin and bare it, my @$$. Have you SEEN the size of my child's head?


But in spite of the pain I endured, and Drew watched me endure... my life cannot be any more fulfilled. I may go to sleep worn out tired by the end of the day, but man I am so happy to wake up the next morning and know my kid will be waiting for me with a smile (most of the time!) on his face.


PS-- do you know of anybody that needs painting done on or in their house? If so, you better tell them to call Drew. If you don't and I find out about it, I will hunt you down and let my dog and cat tear you apart. <3

Wait... I thought you blogged...

So it has been... well, forever since I have posted a blog. So much has been going on that I cannot even get my mind wrapped around it. I am lucky that if the end of the day my brain has enough energy to go "Thank you LORD for blessing me, FOR REAL!"

I mean... it seems as if my life is clicking into place, everything that I have ever wanted as a child I seem to now have. I have a wonderful kick butt husband. I have a house. I have a child. I have a cat, which you know, I don't really care for cats but this one definitely is special. And now, I have a dog. His name is Leon. Drew finally broke down after we fostered a runaway pitbull that we dubbed as Charlie.

After much searching and many many applications to only be rejected because we have a young child, we finally found a litter of border collie lab mixes that we applied for. We went there on Sunday to pick out our puppy after a week of phone calls, resource checks, and applications. And of course we fall in love with the gentle giant. He was the biggest one of the pack by far, but was the most chill dog EVER. If you know Drew and I, we definitely need that kind of dog.

God has really really blessed me with all of this. I have a house full of boys/men that I absolutely adore. I could not feel more protected and at home. I really need to praise Him and let him know how happy I am with how He is working in my life.

And on top of that? We got to enjoy snow day with a puppy that loves snow and a baby that could care less about it. Life is perfect.