Worry

 Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Its easy to get overwhelmed with worry at times. Some of us more than others, and obviously for different reasons. However, I'm willing to bet that at some point we have all experienced anxiety and worry to some degree. It could be about how you are going to pay for new tires, how in the world your going to have enough time to get dinner on the table, to something as big as how your going to even afford groceries to put dinner on the table. No matter what the situation, it is easy to be consumed with worry and let it control our lives.

Why am I telling you all of this? Well because that is where I am, or better yet, its where I've been recently. I feel the best way to minister is to tell you about what I know and use myself as an example. I posted not long ago about not making any more plans. And that is true, but somehow, that hasn't kept me from worrying about the plans I'm not making.

I'm a planner by nature, being an Army wife has made me more of one (almost a contradiction since the Army needs you to plan well and be willing to roll with the flow all at the same time. Oxymoron much?), and now being pregnant seems to have flipped and overdrive switch in my head. I'm not what I would consider to be a worrier, but I can let my planning get in control and thus cause me to worry and anxiety. Understand?

The good news? God doesn't want us to worry. He even tells us to let him take care of everything!

"casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you" 1 Peter 5:7

God cares so we don't have to! That is like having an expert at everything at your constant disposal! How awesome is that? Still not convinced?

"Therefor do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?', or 'What shall we drink?', or 'What shall we wear?' For all these things Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things." Matthew 6:31-32

God is telling us not to worry. He already knows everything we need. He has it under control if we would just seek him and lay it down at his feet.

I know it reads and sounds a lot easier than it really is for us. I know its a constant battle for me. I am an independent person, probably to a fault, but I blame that on the Army necessity.  It is hard for me to hand over the little of 'control' I have, or think I have, over to someone else. I'm not sure why its hard for me to do that with God though. If a top chef offered to come in my house cook me dinner and teach me all I needed to know I wouldn't pass it up would I? If a master mechanic said he would check my car daily before I drove off to make sure my car was safe, I wouldn't pass that up either would I?  God is better than all of that and so much more! So why would I pass up the Master of all things? There is no rational or easy answer is there? But we all do it.

God deserves all of me every day. Praying and praising him should be an honor, not a requirement. Casting my fears upon him is part of that, because that is part of the 'all of me'. Treating him like a board game that I only take down on rainy days is what is wrong. I can't ignore my AWESOME God 99% of the time, cry to Him when the going gets tough, then on top of it, forget to thank Him when he does clean up my mess. Or vice versa when I want to be in charge and worry all on my own! I have to praise God in the good and in the bad. Trust him and give everything to him.

So along with working on my patience, I'm working on giving everything to God. All day, everyday. Trusting God with my worries. I pray you are able to do the same.

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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13-ish Weeks

 Friday, November 26, 2010

13ish Weeks Bump*
Well I've been up since 3am and I'm way too tired to make an actual post. I do however want to point out two things to you though. One, I did NOT purchase anything today while shopping. Yes you read that correctly. I went shopping on Black Friday, and did no buy one single item. I even walked in and out of Buckle (my favorite store) without so much as walking around with an item debating whether to buy it or not. Part of that could be due to the fact that the Miss Me jeans I really wanted were only left in sizes 27, 28, and 36. Both ends of the spectrum in sizes I will never be. The prior two because well...I'll never be that thin, and the latter because I refuse to ever be that big! Not to mention I was cranky, tired, and feeling rather fat with my newly "popped" bump to really consider trying on jeans.

Second, if you look to the left you will see a poll posted. I thought it would be fun to let people guess on the gender of the baby. We should be able to find out on Dec 16th, my next appointment, assuming my child is not shy. So hurry and get your guesses in. 

Now I'm off to continue laying in bed watching Bones, my new TV series obsession.

* The whole "ish" thing with my caption is because based on my last period I should be 14 weeks, but at my ultrasound (and more in line with when Brian came home) the baby is measuring about a week behind. So I'm somewhere between 13 and 14 weeks, but we'll know more at my next ultrasound when my OB can get more measurements. Expected due date is somewhere between May 27th and June 4th. :)

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Drinking From My Saucer

 Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I couldn't think of what I wanted to blog about today. I actually started several blogs but ended up holding down the delete key and watched the words disappear. Nothing seemed to really fit, or seem interesting, and I didn't want to do the classic "Thanksgiving: What I'm Thankful For" post. No offense to anyone who does that, but it just seems too cliche to me, and almost like we use Thanksgiving to put all of our gratitudes out there once a year so we can somewhat atone for the other 364 days when we act less than grateful. I actually feel similar about Valentines day, but don't tell my husband because I do like flowers and all things shiny.


A dear family friends mother died this week. Actually she is more than a friend. She was my preschool teacher, and has been a very big part of my life since I was three. Her son (who is a Marine and currently deployed) and I created all sorts of mischief growing up. She is my sisters Godmother. She posted this poem today on Facebook with pictures of her mom's last days here on earth as sort of a memorial. 

After reading it I felt the need to share because it just seems to fit the way I feel currently, and also rather fitting of the "giving thanks" mentality. 

I've never made a fortune and it's probably too late now.  But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.  And as I go along life's way, I'm reaping better than I sowed.  I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I don't have a lot of riches, and sometimes the going's tough.  But I've got loved ones around me, and that makes me rich enough.  I thank God for his blessings, and the mercies He's bestowed.  I'm drinking from my saucer, 'cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong, My faith wore somewhat thin.  But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again.  So God, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I've hoed.  I'm drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage, when the way grows steep and rough.  I'll not ask for other blessings,   I'm already blessed enough.  And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads.  Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer, 'Cause my cup has overflowed.

~ John Paul Moore ~

So Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I pray this is my last without Brian, and still can't seem to grasp that this really and truly is our last without a baby. Next year not only will I have my husband home for the holidays, we will have our sweet little one. I can't even fathom how wonderful that will be. We are so blessed, 365 days a year. I simply could not ask for more.

"give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Patience is a virtue.

 Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A virtue that I don't have.

I have always heard that if you pray for patience that it is not given to you, it is taught, and generally in a hard way. Apparently in most cases you can't just pray for patience and in a few weeks wake up patient. I've heard stories of people who prayed for patience only to wake up with a breathing tube unable to talk and having to depend on other people. Talk about learning patience in its truest form.  These stories of course have always left me slightly unwilling to pray for patience.

I have never been a patient person, and to be honest, I see it being something I will need continual help with for the rest of my life. Thank goodness my God is understanding, and knows this about me. Thank God that He is patient or He would have done away with me a long time ago.

In a fast paced world full of instant gratification it is easy to see how as a whole, we would lack the virtue of patience. In most cases we never truly want for anything, much less need anything we can't get quickly. Walmart is open 24 hours, as are many convenient stores, and even some fast food places. If at midnight you need an orange and a coke you can get that no problem. If things weren't so redly available to us we would be more patient out of necessity, but since that isn't the case, most of us have to work towards being patient.

While reading up on patience, why it is important, and looking for God's word to help guide me. This quote stuck out to me.  


"With eternity on the horizon, time takes on an entirely new significance."


Wow. Right? We get so caught up in THIS life, and trying to feel gratified we often forget that all of our true needs and desires will never be met in this life. It doesn't matter how much money you have or anything else. We are all saved by the Grace of God and we need to treat each other as fellow sinners who are saved. We need to realize that no matter how fast or slow things go here, our real satisfaction comes when we get to spend eternity with God. We have no right to treat our brothers and sisters like we are better because we aren't. 


Patience is something I am working on, and praying for (yikes!) currently. I have a LONG way to go, and I call you all to work on patience this holiday season. When the traffic is crazy with travel, the lines at Walmart are long, and the isles are crowded pray for patience. 


Today at Walmart a lady was standing with her buggy blocking the center isle. I was instantly frustrated and caught myself. I heard her say something to the other woman she was talking to about signing divorce papers. In that moment I realized that if my biggest issue was where her buggy was parked, and her plate was obviously heavy with bigger issues she could use a payer as I stood there.

But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, 
   slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Psalm 86:15

I don't know if I will ever be 'automatically' patient, but right now I am just proud of the fact that I can catch myself before I act upon my weakness and lash out. If I can continue to do that, then I am happy and I know my God is proud that I am at least trying my hardest. 

So for now I am working on being patient with others, and with God. Yes with God, because I have a tendency to think he needs to work faster and answer me right now. But I know deep down that time is insignificant and I am on God's time. He always answers no matter if its the answer I want to hear or not, and he does it at the perfect time, because it is His time, not mine.

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Romans 12:12

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Happy Birthday

 Sunday, November 21, 2010

"All who call upon me I will answer; I will be with them in distress; I will deliver them and give them honor." Psalm 91:15
Today my very best friend in the entire world, who also happens to be the love of my life, turned 23. I can't believe he is so 'old'. Not that 23 is old, but compared to the 15 year old boy I met for the first time in Houston, TX at National Catholic Youth Conference, and the 17 year old boy I met again at a football game 2 years later, he is old. 

The years have served him well though. Not only is he more handsome now than he was then (No seriously, he is. He just seems to age well. Lucky right?), but he is just 'better' all around. I have some how managed to fall a little more in love with him every passing day which always seems impossible the day before. He is more of a man than most males twice his age. He has seem more and done more than some do in a life time, and has handled it with more grace than I could ever expect a person to do. He is a man's man with the heart of a marshmallow when it comes to me and our family. 

He is a true hero, but not just because he puts on a uniform every day. He is a hero because of what he does, day in, day out, when no one is watching, and when everyone is gawking. He is a man of great morals and code. He puts others first even when it means sacrificing himself. He would give you the shirt off his back (much to my dismay at times), and give you a hand if you needed.

He is the man I could have never dreamed up myself. (Thank goodness God writes our love stories right?) The type man that I think every woman deserves, want my daughters to marry, and sons to emulate.

So Happy Birthday to the best man I know. 
I love you babe.

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Happiness depends on happenings, but joy is defiant.

 Friday, November 19, 2010

Today I am full of both happiness and joy. Are you sitting there wondering what the difference is? Well I was to.

Happiness depends on external factors. We are happy when good things happen to us, or around us. I was happy when my husband came home from Iraq. I was happy when I got a new car. I was happy when I found out I was pregnant. I am happy today because I got to see my baby yesterday, and because I am mailing off my last care package today. I am happy because my husband was finally able to call me after weeks of no communication.

Joy is internal. Joy meets all of your deepest needs, and joy is constant. You find joy in the Lord. Joy is not defined by good and bad. Joy is always and forever. Why? Because God is constant. God is never changing. God is eternal. I am joyful today because I know the Lord and I will be joyful tomorrow for the same reason. It is His joy, not mine. 

My goal is to focus on having constant joy. I want to learn to rejoice in the good times and bad the way Paul did when he was imprisoned and facing death.

I am so thankful for this walk that I am on, and the friends I have supporting me with a hand on my shoulder, or a hand in my own walking side by side. I feel as though God is enlightening me on a daily basis. 

I look so forward to sharing everything I learn with the new life that is growing in me. I want little Baby Latch to know joy in the Lord along with happiness. 

I will praise You,  for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous  are Your works; And that my soul knows very well.- Psalm 139:14

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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I'm done making plans.

 Tuesday, November 16, 2010


I've come to this same realization many times over the course of my life. I have always known that really my plans don't matter. I make plans, and God laughs. That, however, never really stopped me from jumping right back into the drivers seat when I got uncomfortable. I'm on my way, or well trying, to change that once again.

I feel like I've been at a crossroads for awhile when it comes to my relationship with God. Nothing has really been 'wrong' but I've known that there had to be something more. This couldn't simply be all that there was. Going to church should be something I WANT to do. I should feel called to be there, and feel God while I'm there. It shouldn't just be some ritual I preform one hour a week. I shouldn't be showing up just to get my 'check mark' for being there. I should be there not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually as well.

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I don't know exactly how Brian feels about all of this, but if I had to guess, I'd say he is probably at the same point as I am. Or at least at some form of a crossroads himself. Maybe this is just a point that all young adults get to.

I am glad I'm here though. It shows me that I do have a desire for God and that I'm not okay with simply being lukewarm about my faith or relationship with God. 

So with not only my salvation and spiritual health on the line, but that of my unborn child, and to a lesser extent (or maybe greater than I know?), that of my husbands. I'm declaring myself on a spiritual journey. I have no idea where this journey will lead me, but I've made one plan, and that is that their is no plan. I am going to be open and receptive to whatever God wants to show me. This means I will attend different churches, even those of other denominations than my given one of Catholicism. If this journey leads me back to the Catholic church, then great, if not, that is fine too. I'm making no plans and only have one goal. That goal is to experience God in my every day life. 

Someone I know who is very wise said that "it isn't about religion, it is about the relationship." I have to say I totally agree. 

So I'm telling you all this to hold myself accountable. I can't keep doing the same thing and expect to get different results. So I'm off to change things, or let God change them for me.

And now I'll leave you with some good lyrics. 
Tonight by Jeremy Camp.

In this time,
I know I need to be more broken
Then I find, I feel this passion grow
To face all that’s been lost
It’s not too late to give control now
I don’t know why I wait
You’re always calling me

Tonight, I will take my cross
Tonight, I will count this cost
Tonight, I will realize to take hold of this very moment
Until tomorrow. If you're still there. 

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Baby Gear Excitement

 Sunday, November 14, 2010

So I figured I'd take a small break from my "Opinions Are Like Buttholes" series and break in with something positive and happy. Mostly because, well I'm in a good mood today and not in the mood to gripe you all out.

When I went to my first OB appointment last month I got a welcome pack with all sorts of stuff. That is one fun thing about being a newly preggo, the coupons and freebies. In this pack was a coupon for a $25 gift card when I opened a registry at Babies R Us. I noticed yesterday that it expired the 30th of this month, so mom and I headed to BRU to open the registry.

Now I will tell you I felt kind of like a loser in there barely showing at only 12 weeks, not even knowing the gender, opening a registry. Without my husband to boot. At 21 I look even younger sometimes, so I'm sure people thought I was some unwed, high school student who got knocked up. Oh well.

I only registered for a few things. Mostly our big baby gear that we planned on buying gender neutral so it could be used with future children. It was fun taking down the travel systems and pushing them around for comparison. I highly recommend any of you to do this as well rather than just looking at reviews online. I do encourage doing online research before walking into BRU though, because if you walk in with no direction you will surly be overwhelmed and not even know where to start.

After much online research I had narrowed down our selection between two travel systems. The Chicco Cortina Key Fit 30, and the Graco Quattro Tour Deluxe. Both the stroller and infant seat in both are top rated and the best on the market.

I went in there thinking that I'd end up liking the Chicco better for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that it was nearly $100 more on average, that had me thinking it would have more to offer and I'd like it more. Wrong. The Graco won out. Maybe the Chicco's folding mechanism was messed up or worn, but it was nearly impossible to fold with was was claimed to be a "one handed fold".  At 5'8 I'm not a small woman, and it was hard for me to manage folding and heavy as all get out. It maneuvered great and the handle bar had a nice feature of hight adjustment, but it was just not living up to my expectations.

Chicco Cortina Keyfit 30 Travel System


The Graco was awesome. It maneuvered just as nicely as the Chicco, and though it doesn't have an adjustable handle its is a fine height for anyone unless you are freakishly tall. The parents tray is nice with 2 cup holders, a little covered compartment, and an area to place sunglasses. The fold? Well it was so easy it was it was stupid! You can do it with one hand and a baby on your hip. So Graco won out and will be headed to our house in the near future.

Graco Quattro Tour Deluxe Travel - Deco Print


I love the fact that the print we chose also matches the swing we already bought, and has a pack'n play that matches. I know that really doesn't matter and no one will care, but me. I'm just a pretty matchy-matchy person.

Pack'n Play- Deco Print

As lame as I might feel for already having a registry started, its pretty great for our parents since they plan on buying us baby stuff for Christmas. This way they know we are getting what we want rather than having to make a best guess.

I can't wait to find out the gender and have Brian home to go and finish though. It just wasn't as much fun without him!

Thursday is my first ultrasound so I am more than excited. I can't wait to see my little sweetie and send Brian a picture. Of course, I'll post one for all of you as well.

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Phrases you wish you'd never hear again...

 Thursday, November 11, 2010

Something my friend Brittany said last night made me think of this topic for a blog in the "Opinions are like buttoholes..." series. These are just a few of the classic phrases that I hear nearly daily as a new mom-to-be....and hate hearing.


"Just you wait..."

This phrase seems to be a classic among moms when talking to either fellow moms who's children are younger than their own, or a pregnant woman.

For example:

You: "Man, my back is killing me"

Mom 1: "Oh, just you wait. It gets worse."

Mom 2: "Yep. And wait until you have to carry that baby around crying all night!"

This is when you the new mom-to-be starts to look around for back up. Your praying that someone will step in for the rescue and tell you that it did get better, or just another new mom-to-be would walk up and whisk you away.

*It should be noted right now that this same scenario would have played out in a similar fashion even if you had said "Man, I feel good today." This is just one of those times in your life where you simply can't win. You have to just accept that this will happen to you on a daily basis. This would be a good time for you to practice the classic "nod and smile" in the mirror at night because you will use it daily.

"Don't you worry though..."

Once someone knows you are pregnant, either by you telling them or them seeing your belly, they consider you fair game for all of their pregnancy related stories as well. Most of the favorite stories they like to tell are the ones that will scare you. Its like they get some sick reward from making you stare at them like a deer in headlights.

People like to tell you about their cousin's wives sister who labored for 46 hours, pushed for 4, only to need a c-section and nearly bled to death while the doctors worked on resuscitating the baby. Great. Incase I wasn't worried about labor enough.

Or how their friends aunt 15 year ago had to deliver a stillborn child on its due date.  Thanks for making want to cry my eyes out.

Sometimes the stories are a bit more mild and its just how their husband watched a hemorrhoid appear as they pushed. Gross. Thanks for making me want to hurl.

They like to see you squirm I think. Or maybe they think you honestly care and want to hear those things. Most of the time those stories are followed by "but I'm sure that wont happen to you." / "don't you worry though." Thanks. I feel great after that little story session. 


"Well when I was pregnant (or in labor)..."


For many of woman out there pregnancy and labor are a rite of passage. They are what makes you a 'real woman'. Some of these people take it to far and have what I'd like to call "heroine syndrome".

They want to feel and look like a hero. The way they accomplish this is by comparing everything about their pregnancy and/or labor to someone-elses. Another synonymous name for them would be "one uppers". These woman generally start every sentence with the phrase "Well when I was pregnant..."

Your morning sickness and back pain will never be as bad as theirs is. You will never have eaten as healthy as they did. Your labor will never be as long, hard, or painful as their was either.

These woman will tell you that they were sick their whole pregnancy, yet managed to get in every single pre-natal and ate salad at least 3 times a week. Their back pain was so bad that they saw a chiropractor weekly but never took a Tylenol for fear it would hurt their unborn child. Their labor lasted at least 20 hours, but of course they had absolutely no pain meds and didn't scream even after pushing out a 10 pound baby boy and ripping from hole to hole. They will also never let you forget that even after all of that; their boobs never hurt when they nursed, they lost all of their baby weight plus 5 extra pounds in the first month postpartum, and ran a marathon while pushing a jogging stroller 5 months later.

Warning: You don't want to be this woman. Everyone hates you and thinks about pushing you in front of a moving vehicle on a regular bases. They also think your child is annoying, not 'advanced' or 'precious'.

I'm sure their are more phrases that I wish I would never hear again when it comes to pregnancy, but these were the first that came to mind. Does anyone else have something to add? Do these ring a bell with you?

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Opinions are like buttholes... (Part I)

 Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Everyone has one and they normally stink.

I was going to come in here and update you all on the little goings-on in my life. Things like we might be moving to Georgia shortly before or after the birth of Baby Latch, that my 1st ultrasound is next week, and the most exciting, I got a stop mail date (for mailing things to Brian) today. But, then the human race was gracious enough to show their ugly side once again and gave me the perfect blog topic.

In the past 12 weeks of being pregnant, or well maybe more like the 8 or so I've know I was pregnant I have gotten more advice than I care to even mention. It seems everyone has an opinion on what a pregnant woman should and shouldn't do, as well as an opinion on how said pregnant woman should or should not raise her child once the little bean is born. 

I never knew people were so opinionated on how *I* should raise *MY* child.

Don't get me wrong, some advice, tips, or pointers are more than welcome. Some however, is like Great Aunt Gertrude who just won't leave your house; most unwelcome. For those of you who are not or have never been pregnant, just brace yourself. Moms, and even moms-to-be who are further along in pregnancy than you, and heck, even people who aren't pregnant/have never been, have opinions about EVERYTHING. Anything from if you should get meds while in labor, how you catch your baby's crap (disposable vs. cloth), if you should circumcise your son, if its safe to use a bumper in said son's crib, if you should co-sleep or not, if formula really is just as good as the boob, you name it, someone is passionate about it.

Now don't get me wrong. I think its fine that everyone has opinions. I have opinions, you have opinions. That is fine. They are all valid. Only problem is that sometimes other people just don't care what that opinion is. Sometimes keeping your opinion to yourself unless asked is the best option. Voicing your opinion on your blog is fine. Posting it on someone else's blog, not such a good idea. Actually, I'm going to be more specific about that. Its not so much voicing yours that is the issue, its belittling or talking down to someone else because of theirs is the issue. 

I've come to the conclusion that most of the time people find it near offensive when you take a different view than theirs and it actually works for you. That could mean they love disposable diapers and think cloth is redonkulose. When you tell them you plan on cloth diapering they look at you like not only are you an idiot, proceed to make gaging noises, and faces that make you wonder if they happen to have Tourettes syndrome. It really isn't cute. Then if you happen to be someone who is currently cloth diapering and it is actually working for you just fine, they are on the verge of being offended.  Same goes with if you put your child in their crib from day one, or the opposite, you had your child sleep with you from day one. You will always be wrong to someone. 

I'm pretty much at the point now where I'm considering not telling anyone what Brian and I plan to do after our baby is born. Not because I truly care what anyone thinks about our plans, but because I really just don't want to hear it. I especially hate when I get opinions on subjects that I know the person talking to me is uneducated on. 

I guess I'll wrap this up by saying this. What should you take from this? Have your opinions, they are valid but don't forget that other people have their own which are just as valid.

I just made the decision that this basic topic/stream of thought is going to be expounded over a series of posts. Stay tuned for follow up posts about; why new moms are allowed opinions too, why maybe you shouldn't follow granny's teething remedy and other advice, what cloth diapers really are now days, and many other things. Consider this post your primer.

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Just call me Diva...

 Thursday, November 4, 2010

Domestic Diva that is. 

I think I have mentioned this before, but incase I haven't, I'll mention it again. I seriously LOVE being a wife. Seriously, it is my favorite thing ever. Of course, it is much more fun when my other half is around and I get to be a full time wife. I always looked forward to being a wife, it was like it was my calling. That might sound lame to some, and that is fine by me.

 I am now looking even more forward to being a mom. I honestly can hardly stand it I'm so excited. These next 29 weeks really can't go by fast enough. Being a wife and mom is really all I ever wanted to be. I mean, yes I want to finish my degree (if I can ever make a final decision on a program of study...ugh!), but even then, I plan on staying home with my children until they are all in school. I'm super thankful that Brian has the same hopes and goals for our family as I do. I am thankful that I have the option to be a stay at home full time wife and mommy. That isn't to say I think anything bad about working moms. Heck, I totally commend working moms. They ROCK as far as I'm concerned. Its just not for me.

So having said all of that, today I did two things that make me feel domestic. 
  1.  I made Cakes-in-a-Jar for Brian. His birthday is the end of this month so I figured cake in a jar was the way to go.
  2.  I ordered our first 4 cloth diapers to start our newborn diaper stash. Yep, you read that right. Yes, we plan on cloth diapering.
Number one makes me feel domestic, because well, baking equals domestic in my book. The by adding a jar and canning-ish aspect makes it that much more domestic. I mean seriously. If someone gave you a cake that was baked in a jar that was all sealed nicely and would last in your pantry for a few months wouldn't you think..."Wow, she is so creative and domestic."? I would.

After screwing on the tops. Waiting for the 'pop' to know they are sealed.

Number two makes me feel domestic because...okay so maybe ordering the diapers doesn't make me domestic, but certainly the idea of cloth diapering is bound to have a domestic factor to it right?  And lets be honest, how can you not find a fluffy baby booty cute? I mean seriously.
www.everythingbabything.com
Do you like feeling domestic? What makes you feel like a domestic diva and queen of the house? Anyone out there cloth diaper or love to bake?

Now I am off to find myself some lunch and take a nap before my hair appointment at 3.

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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Random thoughts and a belly.

 Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Well I didn't post on Friday like I promised, but I am back much quicker than I have been in the past. Aren't you all proud? Well you should be.

For reference purposes this is me at 5weeks 4 days pregnant :



And this is me at 10 weeks pregnant:


I am wearing my normal pre-pregnancy jeans in the above picture, just sporting a bump with them. :)

I think I have officially lost my mind, or maybe I'm just a normal first time pregnant mom-to-be, but I have started and online registry. I know, totally lame and overly anxious. I swear I did it for my own Type-A personality organization. I didn't like the idea of writing everything down so I just started an online one with myregisty.com. Cool right? Well...little did I know, it was syncing with my Facebook! So now everyone knows I'm neurotic and probably thinks I'm a total gift grabber by 'granting' everyone access to my nice little wish list. Yikes. I guess the damage is already done though now that the cat is out of the bag. I certainly hope my friends know me well enough to know I'm just a psycho, not someone begging for a gift. lol

This weekend I scored a few baby items from a family I babysit for. They have a 5year old and a set of 2 year old twins. I ended up with a bassinet and an AngleCare motion monitor. Woohoo! Most things I want brand new, but things like the monitor and even a bassinet that my child might hate I'm fine with being used. The twins never even slept in the bassinets because they would only sleep in their bouncy seats, so I essentially got a new bassinet for all of 20 bucks. If Baby Latch hates it, then oh well. And the monitor, well it still works so who cares right? 

What are your thoughts on used items? I'm anti used car seats and things like that, mostly for safety reasons, but some stuff that babies only use for a short time, and sometimes not at all I'm pretty open to used assuming its clean and in good condition.

Now I'm off to get the stuff to make stuffed mushrooms on this yucky rainy day.

Until tomorrow. If you're still there.

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