My Inner Martha

So my friend Jen introduced me to this website called oneprettything.com ...I'm pretty addicted to say the least.  I stalk the website daily for new ideas (sometimes more than once a day...ok most times more than once a day).  There are so many cute ideas on there that make me go "hmm..I think I could do that."  So I went to Michaels to set out and find what I "thought" I could do.  While I was there I flipped through a couple of jewelry books and decided I could use some beads to make picture frames...well decorate picture frames.  Here are my finished works:

Gone Are The Days...

...When I could just put my son in his swing and walk away...or lay him on the bed and know that he wouldn't roll off in the early morning hours.  Since we got home from Texas (2 weeks and 1 day ago) the wee one can now role over front to back and back to front, sit up on his own and army crawl to where ever he wants to go.  I don't know how I feel about this.  On one hand I'm excited because now he can do these things on his own, but on the other hand I'm sad.  I'm sad because my baby is becoming more independent and doing things on his own.  He doesn't seem like such a baby baby anymore.  He's turning into a big boy.  I know he still needs and wants me...hence the screaming he does when he is crawling/scooting as fast as his little arms will take him when I leave the room, but I am starting to miss the teeny tiny baby.  No, this does not mean I want another baby right now.  I'm just saying. 
It is exciting to see these (quick) changes in him!  Now if only I could get him to hold his bottle on his own...

Love,
S~

Confliction

I'm very conflicted about my blogging sites.  I thought I like blogspot, but then my cousin was on tumlr and I thought I liked that one more because the picture posting options were nicer, but then my friend sent me to a crafty website and it seems like all of the contributors that I like are on blogspot.  What is a girl to do?  Manage both for now?  I mean I'm just posting the same stuff on each site...aaaaahhhh the decisions!

Way to go mom

So this morning my day started out horrifying. I was awoken by the sudden thud of my 6 month old baby hitting the hardwood floor in my bedroom followed by his shrill scream and cry. Talk about having the shit scared out of you!! Even though I knew he was on the floor, I still checked my bed to make sure. Sure enough, there he was on his back screaming his lungs out. My oldest dog right there next to him. Why was he sleeping in my bed you wonder? Because I have severe separation anxiety when it comes to him. I’m deathly afraid that if he is not with me, something will happen and I won’t know it. Yeah…ironic isn’t it? He was with me and he ended up on the floor! Enough of that crap! I cleaned out the cradle and that’s where he is currently. Sound asleep…on his belly…hmm….Why can’t that child stay on his back?! Drives me crazy! You read that kids should sleep on their backs because of SIDS, so now that mine has learned to flip to his belly, I’m going even more crazy! One more thing to freakin worry about!! However, I did read that once a child can flip over front to back, back to front, the risk of SIDS has decreased significantly. Mercy!!! I never EVER thought I would be one of those worrisome mothers. Life sure does change once you have a baby! Dear Lord! I need a xanax or something!! hahaha!! I don’t know if I can have another child if this is how I’m going to be! I think I have what they call “first time mother syndrome”. Yay me.

I need some sleep…

S~

2 years and counting

Today is my anniversary. I am celebrating 2 wonderful, but sometimes hard, years to my husband Doug. I actually can’t believe it’s been 2 years. Time really flies! Where does it go? I still wonder why he chose me. I am definitley not the easiest person to love. I am short tempered at times and can say things that cut straight to the heart, but he looks past that and loves me anyway. I nag him about cleaning the house and he loves me anyway. I constantly tell him that I wish he was more romantic and he loves me anyway. I take out my bad days on him and he loves me anyway. He looks past all of my imperfections when I seem to always look at his and loves me anyway. He doesn’t yell at me. He doesn’t say hurtful things. He doesn’t demand that I do things. He just loves me.
My husband is caring. My husband is smart. My husband works hard so I can stay home with our son. My husband is strong. My husband is brave. My husband is an electrician, plumber, contractor, landscaper, bug killer, trash taker-outer, heavy item lifter, get in the attic person, paramedic, student, father and husband. My husband knows me like the back of his hand. My husband has big plans for our future. My husband is loving. My husband is a great father. My husband is a wonderful husband.
I want to be more like him.
Happy Anniversary Douglas Michael! I love you!
love,
S~

For Real!

I really need to start getting creative. I took Zach to the Smithfield curbside market today and I saw so many things that made me think “I could make that”, “I could so do that”, “that’s cool…how did they do that?”. I mean really!! Some of the stuff looked so easy! I wonder how much money people make making this stuff. I mean, if I became good at it, maybe I could sell the stuff on Etsy.com. I don’t know what my deal is. Am I lazy or just not creative enough. I’ve made some stuff for my mother in law, and to be honest, while she liked it, I thought it could have been better. Sounds like I need to practice. My next project is a picture frame with beads. I’m still working out a design since I didn’t buy enough beads to go all away around the frame. I’ll post a picture once I complete it…if it’s worthy enough to find its place on my blog.

Buenos Noches

S~

Chub-a-lub

Oh…and I forgot to mention. I took Zach to his 6 month check up the other day and this child weighs 17lb 8oz and is 27.5 inches long! He is getting so big!!! His doctor wants me to start incorporating “big people” food into his diet. We tried real bananas today…eh…they made him a little wretchy…I think it was maybe the texture. Oatmeal did the same thing. He does however like yogurt and LOVES pudding. Shocker!

love

S~