SO grounded. You know who you are.

The other day somebody volunteered to take Carver shopping with them to give me a little break. Of course I said yes and was quite pleased with the arrangement until they came home.

This person (who may or may not be the mother of Carver's mother) bought him a huge giant sucker in the shape of a rock sign. Pretty sure you don't have to ask what color.

Obviously, Carver didn't seem to mind the arrangement either.

The culprit may or may not have been made to clean up Mr. sweet tooth here all by themselves.

Crimney people.

Night time cuteness

When I went to go to bed the other night this is how I found Mr. Carver:

Seriously. How CUTE can a kid get?!

I want to squeeze those little cheeks 24/7. And no, I'm not over-exaggerating!

Seriously. Adorable. :)

I am one EXTREMELY blessed woman to be able to raise such a beautiful child!

A Little Bit Stronger

       Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain
But I brushed my teeth anyway
I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face
I got a little bit stronger

  Riding in the car to work and I'm trying to ignore the hurt
So I turned on the radio, stupid song made me think of you
I listened to it for minute but I changed it
I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger

And I'm done hoping that we could work it out
I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels
Letting you drag my heart around
And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change

I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

Doesn't happen overnight but you turn around
And a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried
I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer
I'm busy getting stronger

 

Even on my weakest days
I get a little bit stronger

 

<3



I'm in love with the boy

Do you see this face??

This unbelievably cute adorable face??

Isn't he the most handsome lil dude you have ever seen?!?!

I love i mean LOVE waking up to him. Even if it is at 5:30 AM like today. Because no matter what, my lil guy is always so SO excited to see me that he literally starts laughing. Melts my sleepy lil heart every time.

He is a S T U D.

His Aunt Logan loves him.

Adorable, right??

All you need is love, to make the world just that much brighter.

His Aunt Ryan REALLY loves him

Aunt Britain doesn't just love him, she ADORES him

I mean who wouldn't??

Because I do.

I love you son, always and forever.

Hard times

At this time in my life, I'm very confused. I'm lost in so many ways, yet I have found myself at the same time. I'm sad and lonely some days, and others I'm content and happy. The past few days have been a low and hard time in my journey. I have shed some tears and repeatedly asked the question, why me? Why did this have to happen to my life? I never wanted a divorce. I didn't want to put my child through what I was put through. Well, the divorce is unavoidable now. all I can do now is be the best mom possible for Carver, and hope that Daniel will strive to be the best dad also. We have to work as a team, even when all we want to do is fight with each other and play the blame game. But, as I was sitting here thinking poor me poor me, I realized something. Poor me? Really? how about LUCKY me. What about BLESSED me. Oh and don't forget extremely GRATEFUL me. I have a wonderful supportive family. I have friends who make it a point in their day to check in on me and make sure I'm ok. I have sisters who every single day come up to me and ask what can I do to help you with Carver? And, I have a beautiful, intelligent, perfect, extraordinary, and sweet child that I get to wake up to EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!! That pretty much stopped my pity train in its tracks. So today, I choose not to be sad, I choose not to dwell on the what ifs, I choose to be simply, beautifully, H A P P Y.

And that's just the end of that discussion.

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My Best Friend

I'm the oldest of four girls with my mom. It goes me, Jordan Ann, 21. Then Logan Laine 17, Britain Alexandra 11, and finally Ryan Elizabeth 8. I love all my sisters very very very VERY much. I'm an extremely overprotective, loving, sometimes annoying, older sister. Yes of course we fight, yes of course we don't always get along, but in my opinion we are extremely attached to one another. But, as much as I love my sisters Brit and Ryan, this post is all about my best friend.

 Logan Laine Brown. She is beautiful right?? I know. She is GORGEOUS! And she is my best friend in the whole wide world. Don't let her age fool you, she is wise beyond her years.

 She has been there for me during this hard spot in my life. She has been supportive, comforting, understanding, and very helpful with Carver. I love her.

 Oh, ya, she is a lil bit goof-tastic also. Another trait I quite admire in her!

We haven't always been this close, we have had our years of fighting and bickering, but, now its truly like God gave me this built in best friend. Someone who has seen and been through almost everything I have. Who understands me, completely. And in return I understand her completely also.

 No matter where we go, no matter what happens, who we marry, or where we end up living, we are kinda stuck together for eternity.

And I'm slightly (ok extremely unbelievably uncontrollably) thrilled about this fact.

Because like I said

I really really love her.

Thanks for being EXACTLY who you are pogan, you are such a soothing comfort to my soul. I don't know what I would do without you.

Because you are my very best friend.

Really kid?

My lil angel, who can do no wrong (hah!) loves, I mean LOVES taking a bath. Or shower. Or being in any type of water. He always has, and I'm hoping he always does. Well sort of.

(Summer 2010)

Because my son loves his bath time so much, we find him climbing into the tub and my parents shower fully clothed, just wanting to see if it will turn on for him. Well, today, he lucked out. Mom forgot to drain the tub after his bath today, and lucky for him right after he was all dressed and ready for the day.... he found the tub.



Busted. But, as usual, he is never really that scared when mom catches him doing something naughty. He figured out at a very young age, mom is a BIG push over.

Yup. He totally fears my wrath.

No, he isn't crying because he got in trouble. He is crying because I took him out of the cold bath water because he was A: fully dressed and B: already sick so being the horrible mom I am I didn't want that sickness to have any advantages.

I know, I'm horrible.

But, how can I stay mad at this face? Could you?! Didn't think so.

It's especially hard when he starts being his goofy self, like he was here.

Needless to say, I forgave him.