Six Word Fridays: Treat


Dressing my daughter up for Halloween.

Little Red Riding Hood, so cute.

She has a little basket too.

Have a feeling I’ll carry it.

While she pulls at her cape.

I’m not sure what she’ll think.

Seeing scary monsters, princess fairies, goblins.

She’s only eighteen months old now.

I hope she won’t be frightened.

We’re going to a neighborhood party.

Families, games, pumpkin carving, candy galore.

Don’t normally let her have sweets.

This time I’m making an exception.

I’ll let her have some treats.

Happy Halloween, hope yours is great!

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Hats for Elliot

To learn more about Elliot and his mom Jess, please go here.

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House Of Quirks, Ghosts, And A Crazy Amount Of Light Switches.

We moved into our new house at the beginning of September and we love it here. I can’t even believe we dealt with our previous house of horrors for a few weeks back in August. While our new house has been great, it does have some quirks, not including me and the hubby.

Our bedroom is right on top of the garage. Two days during the week my hubby has to be at work before 7 am. Usually my daughter gets up between 6:45-7 am and sits in her crib playing for a little while before telling me to get my ass out of bed by screaming at the top of her lungs.

Every minute of sleep I can get is precious to me, especially since I have insomnia and I’m usually up pretty late. I really dread the days that my husband leaves for work so early. I’ll be sleeping peacefully and then I’m jolted awake to what can only be described as a jet plane flying underneath the bedroom when the garage door opens. Not only that, I can feel the room rumble and vibrate. Talk about a rude awakening.

Another thing my husband and I find amusing is the amount of light switches we have in our house. We don’t even know what half of them are for. Our bedroom has a two panel light switch and we have no idea what the other switch does. I’ve thought how funny it would be if every time we turn it on and off someone’s television in the neighborhood goes off or their garage door opens.

It took me a month to find the bedroom closet light. Common sense would have it be right next to the door but I was hunting all around inside the closet thinking it was there since I didn’t see it outside of the door. Then I thought the extra switch we have in the bedroom turned on the closet light. Finally I found it behind the television in our bedroom, nearly three feet away from the closet. Wha?

The switch we have for our garbage disposal is way off to the side of the kitchen sink on the wall and it’s impossible to lean that far, unless your six feet tall and have the flexibility of Gumby. So I have to turn on the water in the kitchen sink, walk around the kitchen counter and lean over to switch it on.

The laundry room has four switches, two each by the door to the laundry room and by the garage door. It literally takes only a few steps to walk from the laundry room door to the garage door, yet there’s a light for the laundry room placed by each door.

The creepy thing about the house is that we have two ghosts. You might not believe in that sort of thing but I’ve had too many experiences that have convinced me that they exist. I feel like the two are a couple, a man and a woman. From the mental images I’ve gotten, they seem like they’re from the late 1800′s.

My husband doesn’t believe in ghosts but when I mentioned this to him he said there used to be a hotel on this land back in the late 1800′s. He couldn’t help but look a little freaked out. That’s when I told him “See, I’m not a crazy person”, well not all the time. 

He said that it could just be subconscious because right before we moved in, I was with him when he was talking to some guy about how our house is where an old hotel used to be. I honestly don’t remember this at all and was probably chasing my daughter around. But isn’t that adorable? My hubby actually thinks I listen when he talks…awww. ;) 

I’ve named the ghostly couple John and Sara since that’s what I get from them. Sara doesn’t seem too happy about us being here and I feel like I’m being stared at a lot. What’s creepy is our stairs go right outside our bedroom and sometimes I feel like she’s staring into the bedroom from above the banister.

It doesn’t help that sometimes our cat will be laying on the bed and then she’ll start acting weird and look towards the bedroom door. Of course acting weird is the cat’s specialty. So now I keep the door closed halfway at night and I dread when I have to go downstairs into the kitchen to get water.

Another creepy thing is at night when my daughter is asleep, I’ve watched her on the baby monitor and see light strobes flash across the screen. I’m not talking about one or two light strobes either. There will be several over by her crib. It’s like something out of Poltergeist.

Maybe I can ask Sara what all of these light switches are for.

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Wordless Wednesday: Stop And Smell The Flowers

Sometimes, this is how she "smells" things. Lol!

Other times, practice makes perfect!

For more Wordless Wednesday photos go to these great sites: A Beautiful Mess, Angry Julie Monday, Live And Love Out Loud, 5 Minutes For Mom.

Hats for Elliot

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In This Moment.

You’re my sweet baby girl. My little hummingbird.

My love for you grows even greater every day.

But in this moment of a cuddle, the love I have for you is even more overwhelming.

You’ve been walking for months. You’ve become such a pro.

You run from room to room. Your feet like a cartoon.

But in this moment that you fall, I want to take all the tears you have and make them mine. I want to take away the scared feelings and the pain, experience it myself.

I rock you gently before a nap and really take notice of your hands. So tiny and delicate. I look at your small fingers, your skin is so soft.

In this moment your hands are a thing of great beauty, something I don’t usually have time to notice. It becomes a memory I’ll always have, no matter how old you are.

You wake up earlier from your nap than I was expecting. I’m still blow-drying my hair in the bathroom. You turn on the water in the tub and get into the cabinets. Stick your hands in the toilet, unroll the toilet paper.

I tell you no and you have a meltdown. I’m on the verge of losing my cool. I pick you up and place you on the bed.

I start tickling, you start laughing. In this moment the bed becomes a play mat. I flip you over and become your personal jungle gym.

You’re 18 months old now but it’s hard for me to accept. I still see you as a baby. I look at recent pictures of you, you’re becoming quite the little lady. No longer helpless but wanting to do things for yourself.

My sweet baby girl, my little hummingbird; I will love you always.

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Back in April I came across a blog called Why Hello Sunshine which has since been re-named Here Comes The Sun. Soon after she started the blog, Jess found out she was pregnant with her first child, a son named Elliot Reid due in late December/early January. I’ve felt privileged to be able to follow her journey through pregnancy.

In July she found out her baby has Gastroschisis. It’s where the baby’s intestines stick out of the body through a defect in the abdominal wall. On top of this Jess and her husband, who is in the military, were planning a move to South Korea. She stayed behind while her husband moved there soon after since she is considered “high risk”.

Jess has remained positive throughout and is such an inspiration. She just found out that her baby might be born as early as November 4th. If you’d like, please visit her site to show your support. Thanks!

Praying for Elliot

Hats for Elliot

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Don’t Fret, It’s Music Sunday! Portishead, This Mortal Coil, Kate Bush, & Sia

*Three of the videos had a copyright so I couldn’t embed them onto my blog.

Portishead- Glory Box

I’m going to make this short since I haven’t been feeling very good for several days. I’ve been having major side effects with my birth control pill and it seems like it first started after I had my daughter. It’s like my body reacts differently to the pill now.

I just started taking a new one and it’s even worse. I feel like a ball of crazy 24/7 and have a lot of other side effects. The doctors I’ve mentioned this to since back in January have told me the pill shouldn’t give me these problems. But for the past week that I’ve been complaining on Facebook and Twitter, I’ve had several women tell me otherwise. I’m sure you can guess who I’m going to believe. Of course it’s doctors…NOT!

On Saturday I started feeling worse. We’re talking OMG kill me now, these cramps and nausea are horrible and I can’t take it anymore, lay on the bed with a heating pad and moan in pain worse. So yeah, I’m stopping this pill and going back to the one I was on previously until I see my doctor. Or maybe I should just stop it all together and have another baby. Hmmm……

I hope everyone has a great week!

This Mortal Coil – Song To The Siren

Kate Bush – This Woman’s Work

Sia – Breathe Me

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Six Word Fridays: Enough

Never Enough Time:

Rise and shine, time for breakfast.

Oatmeal and blueberries, maybe greek yogurt.

Get dressed, walk to the park.

You’re so willful, no hand holding.

Up and down the playground ramp.

You could do this all day.

Back home for a morning snack.

Sit in my lap watching Elmo.

Hug you tight, smell your hair.

Play ball, then time to imagine.

You push around your shopping cart.

Go down for your nap….hopefully.

Not enough time to do everything.

Shower or lunch, write or read.

UPS guy bangs on the door.

You haven’t been sleeping that long.

Not enough time, nothing got done.

Make your lunch, don’t eat much.

I sit down to eat mine.

But you’re so eager to play.

I inhale the food I have.

We go upstairs, hide and seek.

I read you some favorite books.

Brown bear, Dr. Seuss, Richard Scarry.

You’ve had enough, start running around.

Now mommy really needs a nap.

I didn’t sleep enough last night.

You run to the baby gate.

We go back downstairs, afternoon snack.

Open the fridge, you grab ketchup.

I take it away, you scream.

Here comes another tantrum, oh dear.

Look at the clock, it’s 5.

Daddy’s home soon, I can shower.

The day has flown by fast.

And yet it seemed so slow.

You hear the garage door open.

Start running, arms open wide, smiling.

Your dad is just as happy.

Lots of kisses, lots of hugs.

Never enough time during the day.

But this moment makes it perfect.

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