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National Coffee Day

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Today is National Coffee Day. I usually don’t worry too much about all the different “celebrations” of food. It seems like every day is National Something Day. But coffee and I have a special relationship. Therefore, I must recognize it as a legitimate holiday.

Did you know Brent proposed to me in a Starbucks?

I also went into labor with Mason at a Starbucks.

One of those is a lie.

But really I just am a coffee-aholic. I’ve already had one today and I wouldn’t doubt that I will have another before the day is through. We are on vacation after all.

My drink of choice? Starbucks venti iced coffee, sweet with cream. Sometimes, I get a trenta. Actually, I’ve only done that a couple of times. I feel really ridiculous carrying that thing around.

I’m sure many of you are celebrating with one of those pumpkin spice things. Yuck. Pumpkin will be the death of me.

 

Go out and celebrate or enjoy a nice cup at home!

 

 

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What a day

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The behavior of my child today has driven me to, among other things, write this blog post.

Mason has not been the sweet little boy that he usually is today. In fact, he hasn’t been that sweet for a while now and my patience is wearing thin.

It’s in moments like this that I start thinking about the kind of parent I am. I start to question myself as a parent- something I wouldn’t normally do. I think I’m a pretty good parent. I mean, he’s still alive, right? πŸ™‚

Today, as I was contemplating locking myself in my room, I wondered why I was questioning myself. Why am I so unsure about every little decision I am making today? And, most of all, why am I worried about what other parents will think about me if I let my child throw a tantrum in public and ignore him, or if I spank him, or whatever I decide to do?

Then, the answer came to me…

There about 597,862,186,324 articles out there that tell moms how to be, well, moms. They tell us how to deal with our kids and how to discipline (or not discipline) them. It’s kind of silly. I feel like there are so many blog posts and articles and books out there telling me everything that I do wrong as a mother- where are the articles telling me that I ROCK!

I really think every mom needs to hear that she is great sometimes. And not always when their child is sitting perfectly in church (although that’s nice too). We need to hear that we rock for sticking to the rules we have created for our kids and having consequences for not following those rules. We need to hear that we rock for grooming our infants and toddlers NOT to be those kids and even adults that lack any discipline or any comprehension of what an authority figure is.

So, here it is- Moms of the world- YOU ROCK! Only YOU know what is best for your child. At the end of the day, the only article I need to figure out how to train up my child is the one that God wrote (aka- the Bible). πŸ™‚ As a fellow mom, I pledge to support the decisions you make for your child, to not judge your style of parenting and to always have an open ear and an open mind when you need me.

I feel much better now. And I need to go find out what my child is up to.

Run for your life…

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Some days I feel like it must already be lunchtime and when I check the clock, it’s only 9. That’s probably because I get up at the crack of dawn (aka 6:30) to go run most mornings.

Many of you know that I have taken up running. This is hysterical to me. I couldn’t run more than about 3 feet before without getting tired. I’m just not a runner.

I guess I am now. I love it. I get an hour to myself (or longer). I get to find all the houses I find acceptable to live in (Brent loves that). I get to people watch (one of my top 5 favorite things to do). I get to eat more carbs than I should (duh!). And I suppose the best part is that I get to fit into a bunch of my old clothes… or buy new ones. πŸ™‚

One of the reasons that I really love running is that it gives me some other identity besides “Mason’s mom” or “Brent’s wife”. I think a lot of stay-at-home mommies struggle with losing their sense of identity. I know that I struggle with it sometimes. It’s nice to have goals, to reach them and have that feeling of accomplishment when you get home.

Plus… who wouldn’t want an excuse to buy new clothes…

Lunch munch

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Lately, Mason has decided that he needs to eat at the dinner table, sitting in one of the regular chairs. You can put him in his high chair, but he really won’t eat. I’m not sure what brought on the change, but I have to say, lunch has become one of my favorite times. I used to use Mason’s lunch time to accomplish things around the house since he was strapped in and couldn’t run around behind me and undo anything.

Now, though, I have to sit at the table with him to make sure that he doesn’t kill himself. So, everyday we sit together and eat our lunch and talk about things. It has been great.

My white chair cushions aren’t enjoying it so much, though. πŸ™‚

Here I go again on my own…

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Man, I love 80’s music.

Anyway, I’ve been debating for a few weeks about whether to just shut down this blog or attempt to keep it going. Honestly, I really love to blog. It makes me feel like I actually have a brain and I feel like people (my mom) enjoy reading it. So, I have decided to keep blogging, but I’m not going to stress out about my frequency of posts. There will be times when I have a lot of posts and times when I don’t have as much to say. That’s called having a crazy 15 month old.

So, what is new?

-Our house renovations are mostly done. I posted pictures on Facebook.

-Mason has started a Mother’s Day Out program on Tuesdays. It’s the best money I’ve ever spent. πŸ™‚ I get a few hours to run errands and go to yoga. That’s code for, “get a mani/pedi”.

-Speaking of Mason, he is wild. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more happy and exhausted in my life. Pure. exhaustion. Β BUT also extreme happiness.

-I also just fixed my Keurig machine. It has been broken since Brent and I moved. This has been a source of great sadness for us. It’s fixed now, though. I’m a genius. Make sure you tell Brent.

-Mason slept from 4pm yesterday until 6:45am today. Needless to say, there is no nap in our foreseeable future.

-I feel like I need to say something that is new with Brent, but I don’t have anything to tell you. He’s always working and he really isn’t that exciting. πŸ™‚

 

Until next time…

Life is a highway

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Sometimes life is hard.

The past couple of weeks have been.. hard.

I don’t really want to sit here and be a debbie downer- so I’m not. I just find it interesting that when life really seems to be horrible, God tends to remind us that it could always be worse. At the end of the day, I have a roof over my head, food in my refrigerator (even though I have no kitchen), and a ton of people that love me. That’s all I really need.

That’s it for today. Go give someone a hug. πŸ™‚

My garbage disposal

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This little boy is going to eat me out of house and home.

After hardly eating anything for the past couple of weeks, someone has found his appetite. Today was more of one continuous meal than 3 distinct ones.

It sort of reminds of me this little guy…

I tried to find the picture of him with the pb&j in one hand and his drink in the other. That’s probably my favorite picture ever.

Oh, that is my little brother for those of you that don’t know.

Also, I think they look exactly alike minus the hair color.

…and the awesome outfit Daniel has on.

Anyway, the house is shaping up. And by that I mean, it has a giant hole in the back where we tore all of the wood off. So, if any homeless people in Nashville need a place to stay for the night, just walk on in.

I should mention that we are not staying in the house yet. Mason would just crawl right out of the back and we would lose him.

Brent and I have only thought about divorce 4 times while we have been working on the house.

…it’s been 1 day.

I amΒ kidding, of course.

 

 

 

… kinda