Fashionista I Am Not.....

After browsing some blogs and stuff today I have come to the sad conclusion that I am a fashion wreck. I have been in denial about it but there it is. I admit it. I would like to say that there was a time in my past that I was fashion forward and enjoyed keeping up with the current styles. But I can't. I would wear jeans and t-shirt everyday. They only fashionable items in my closet have come to me only when someone else was kind enough to think of me when they were cleaning out their own closet. So that would mean that while these were fashionable at one point by the time I was wearing them they were not. My biggest hangup is that I am super cheapo about clothes shopping. THat and the fact that I never go shopping, on purpose. Most of the items in my closet were purchased while shopping for something else and it was just too cheap to pass up. Never mind that it didn't fit or was an ugly color or hideous print. It was cheap and I bought it. Kind of sad isn't it? The other problem I have right now is that I am a different size than I used to be (that is a blog all by itself) and so my options are limited even further.

My sister LOVES shopping!! She loves fashion. She loves trendy clothes and wears them well. I never know what to put together and feel very silly in trendy clothes. Maybe you have to have a certain "attitude" to wear clothes. I am not sure. But I have decided that I think I will hire her to be my fashion consultant. I would rather give her my money and let her shop for me. I avoid the whole shopping experience and she gets to go shopping and picking out cute clothes and spending money that isn't hers. I think it sounds like a good plan. I am not sure if there is hope for this unfashionable momma. There must be. I saw "The Devil Wears Prada" and I watch "What Not To Wear". I hope I am not as tacky as those people....hahaha

So Grateful

I am so grateful today for the fact that God does not give up on me. Even when I am taking longer than I should in learning a lesson or doing what He asks. I have messed up so many times that if I was God I would have given up on me already. But I am so thankful that God is not like me. But that He desires that I be like Him. It is a never-ending journey but He continues to hold my hand to lift me up when I call. Thank you Lord!!

A Little Brag Time

Only a week into potty training and I have been blown away by how well my little guy is doing. He has only had a couple of accidents and those were totally my fault.(not pulling the car over fast enough and thinking that a 2 year old knows how to "hold it") He is doing all of his business in the toilet and going in there on his own. He pees and redresses himself and washes his hands all on his own. The only time he wants my help is when he goes #2. I cannot tell you how relieved I have been. Praise the Lord!!! My oldest, Reid has been such a huge help. Pierce wants so badly to be like his big brother that Reid has been encouraging him to success.

I know that potty habits are not real riveting blog material but this is my life right now.

Okay, on another note. I have a beef. And since this is my blog I thought that I would vent a little bit.

Everyone knows that school has started. Yippee! or BooHoo! depending on who you talk to.

Our oldest son, Reid is 4. He will turn 5 in December. And everyone keeps asking me if he is going to 4-K. I know people are just curious and that is fine. What is aggrivating me is the response I am getting when I tell them "no". Last time I checked the law requires that children begin attending school at the age of 5, not 4, not 3. If parents want to send their kids to school before they are 5 then more power to you. But please don't try to guilt me or give me the "Top Ten" list of why I should do it too. I am an intelligent person. I know and understand the pros and cons of such a decision. My husband and I have decided to send our boys to school starting at 5-K. It is our choice to keep them home until that time. Are our children going to suffer because they missed one year of preschool? I don't think so. He already knows his alphabet, his shapes, colors, numbers, he writes everyone in his familys' names. He loves to be around other people and is comfortable is social situations.
I have no doubt that he will do more than fine when he goes to 5-K next year. I am taking advantage of the little time I have with my children before they are in the care of some other person for the majority of the day. I love my kids, I love spending time with them, I have the priviledge of being home with them and I am going to take advantage of every minute. If other people make a different decision for their family, that is their decision. I won't try to make you feel guilty for doing it different. So please give me the same respect. Thank you very much.

*disclaimer- this is not to any particular person, just my sentiments on a touchy subject for me right now.

His Ways are not my ways

You would think that after over 2 decades of knowing Jesus Christ as my Saviour that I would remember that He does things differently than I would. He delights in taking care of me, loving me, rescuing me, pursuing me, revealing Himself to me. His plans and purposes for me are for my good. I may not understand what they are. I may even walk in the complete opposite direction, convinced that I know better what I need. Sometimes I am driven by my need to be right. Why? Who am I impressing? All God asks of me is to trust Him and have faith in Him. And to be obedient when He does reveal His will for me. I will never know why He chooses to do thing a certain way. Perhaps He is just wanting to stretch my understanding of Him. Or maybe He is wanting to mature me. Or maybe He is protecting me from myself. Last time I checked the way I am doing things isn't working that great. His ways have got to be better. So why not take a chance? All I have to lose is myself and my agenda. Which now that I am thinking about it, isn't that exciting. I want to be great! I want to make a difference! I want to be transformed! I want to change that world around me. I can't do that on my own. I am going to need the help of the Lord. His wisdom, His love, His compassion, His strength, His joy, His peace, His passion, His power.

It is time to die to me and let God raise me up to be who He created me to be 30 years ago. He can do it. He is faithful. I know this to be true!!

Potty Update

He went 2 times today!! Yippee! He doesn't seem as freaked out now. Hope this continues. (crossing my fingers)

Battle Potty is on!

Yesterday morning my litte guy woke up with a pretty good attitude and the clouds aligned and we both decided that it was "the day". The beginning of the Potty Battle. He has done so well with peeing in the potty. I remind him sometimes and other times he just goes in there on his own. At times I thought I saw a ray of sunshine shining on his golden hair as he sat on his throne. Score for Pierce! And momma was feeling pretty good too.

Then round 2-today. Still doing great with wearing his big boy underwear and peeing in the potty. And no accidents at all. Then he told me that his belly hurt. Uh-oh. I had flashbacks to 2 years ago and potty training with his brother. We had such a time with Reid that we ended up at he doctor and Urgent Care more times than I care to count. So this time I decided to try to nip it in the bud. You know.....have him start the #2 before it was a problem. I guess I was a day too late. He sat on the potty and absolutely refused to go. Apparently he is a bit constipated from not going and now it hurts to try. Yippee!

So I gave him some Miralax. It was the miracle that got us through the ordeal with his brother. Hopefully it will kick in and Pierce will decide that being a big boy isn't so traumatic.

So proud of him though!!!! He is doing so well. And I love him so much!!

I Think I Am SOOOOO Over

being a grown up........lol

The responsibility, the planning, the organizing, trying not to worry all the time.

I think today I would like to take a vacation back to when I was 8 years old. Spend the day running in the grass through the sprinkler, knowing that my mom would wash my clothes, make sure I had a bath. She would cook dinner with all of the food she shopped for. Not having to worry if she went over budget on grocery day. Just knowing that it was taken care of.

Spend the day dressing up my awesome Barbies in all of their stylish clothes. Styling their hair. Re-naming them every time they changed outfits. I was much more sytlish back then.....lol

Spend the day with my brother and sisters, playing in the yard and then running inside to get a drink of water, while mom repeatedly told us to close the door, close the door, close the door. Not having to worry why she wanted that door closed. Not knowing that every second it was open meant the utility bill got higher.

Spend the day reading in a window seat, engrossed in "The Secret Garden". Knowing that I did not have to worry about anything except if I had finished my homework or not.

I thank my parents that they let me enjoy the innocence of my youth. That they allowed me to truly experience what it means to be a child and not having to worry about the "every days" of life.

So today I decide to embrace my youth and cast all of cares onto my Father God and let Him work out the details of my life. I will be responsible and do what I need to do but will not let the details drag me down. God has a plan for me. He will work it out in my favor. Resting in His hands is even better than all of my care-free days of my youth.

Better Now

Hubby came home and took the grumpy lady to dinner. Just what the doctor ordered.

Attitude Adjustment

I think I need one. I feel like my blood pressure is going up and that my head might actually explode. It is no ones fault. There isn't any unusual drama. Just me and my craziness.

My Sister Is The Bomb!

My awesome sister was kind enough to watch my boys while I went grocery shopping yesterday. It is amazing how much faster you can shop without two little people tagging along.

The hives seem to be gone. (crossed fingers)

Off I go to clean the house. Woohoo!! (completely sarcastic)

Oh, I would like all of the readers ( I think there are like 12 of you, lol) to leave me some tips that you use to clean and organize your homes. I could use all the help I can get.

I Do Not Like Grocery Shopping

I decided yesterday to try to get organized when it came to grocery shopping. So I got online and looked up the weekly specials at our closest grocery store. I made a list of the things on sale and then looked up recipes that would incorporate these ingredients so we could eat good and save money. Everything was looking promising...then I was in the shower and realized that I thought today was Tuesday. The specials only run through Tuesday. Today is Wednesday. Aargggghhh!! I got back onto the website only to find that everything on my list is now back at full price. So, I will either have to re-do everything I did last night or spend more money than I wanted.

I was having difficulty getting motivated to go at all but now I feel my butt dragging big time.

But I think getting out of the house will be good for me today. If only it wasn't as hot as blazes outside. I so do not enjoy being hot.

Wow! I just realized that I have griped and complained this post to death. Sorry about that. I will try to post later today while in a new frame of mind.

Brotherly Love

My big boy has been having some issues this week. He woke up Sunday morning with hives all over his little body. Hubby and I kept a close watch on him throughout the day and when they got worse I took him to Urgent Care so a qualified person could take a look. She said that it was an allergic reaction o some kind. He is now on Benadryl and Prednazone. He woke up Monday morning with almost all of them gone and by last night he was all better. Or so we thought. This morning he woke up with them again. Now, what kind of allergic reaction can make hives pop up while taking Benadryl and steroids? I have no idea. He hasn't eaten anything different. We haven't changed detergents or anything. But he has been such a trooper. He doesn't complain or whine. And even though the Benadryl should make him sleepy, it doesn't. But I have a theory......my little guy has been so whiny and tired that I think he may be having some sort of brotherly sympathy syndrome going on. Is that possible? Probably not but I don't know how else to explain the constant drama surrounding my little man. Oh, yeah......maybe the explanantion could be that he is 2.

If they could go for 5 straight minutes without there being a fight between them I might think I had dozed off and was dreaming. Nap time can't come fast enough today. I sure hope they actually go to sleep. Yesterday they both boycotted.

Feeling Weepy

I feel like I have been fighting back the tears for several weeks now. The smallest thing sets it off. And while I could probably benefit from a really good cry I am hesitant to give in to the impulse, afraid that if I do I might never stop. I would like to blame it on hormones but I can't.

God is good. And I know that He has promised to take care of me. And I am relying on that. He knows all about it.