Sunday, February 17, 2013

From my House to Yours

It's been a while since I've written. Since we talked last, a lot has happened and Kaylyn has grown way too fast for her own good. Here are the highlights of our lives recently:

Kaylyn- crawled on her hands and knees for the first time at daycare last Thursday. Friday she clapped her hands on her own for the first time and now claps along to "patty-cake" and "if you're happy and you know it". Today she crawled on the wood floor on her hands and knees and almost wend from crawling to a sitting position but slipped. She's not quite there yet, but it won't be long. We've started to give her some table food, and she had her first choking experience with a "teething biscuit". Digging that out of her throat was probably one of the scariest things I've ever done. She will be 10 months on the 19th. She is currently wearing 9-12 month clothes. She says momma, dadda, and poppa all the time. I'm certain I've heard "dog, and I love you" once or twice, but nothing that I will be writing down in the baby book for certain. She goes to daycare when Weston and I are working, and is home when we are. As much as Weston's schedule sucks right now, she loves that she gets to sleep in a couple hours and he can take her to daycare... Or maybe I love that!

Weston- is a team leader and making me proud. He is the best husband in the world and I love him every minute of every day. I am so blessed that he picked me! He works all the time and it sucks, but that's the Army. Sometimes we get to go eat dinner with him at the PMO, and that helps.

Me- I got a promotion/new job as a CYMS Tech. This job is still under Child and Youth Services. I handle the billing/reports running/computer program type of stuff for several of the daycares on post. I finished my Pharmacy Tech Certificate the other day and am waiting for a package in the mail to see what is next. I don't know that I will take the state test here, but rather wait until we are back in CO becuase I enjoy my current job and we are financially blessed at the moment.

I am looking for a new hobby. Recently I enjoy hanging out with a couple of friends here on the weekend and baking and enjoying "mommy time". It has been a nice escape from work and just sitting at home. I've thought about getting the sewing machine back out or crocheting again, but I am not sure which or even if that will happen right now. I started the 3rd book in Fifty Shades of Grey today, that will keep me busy for a little while.

Baby's crying, that's all for now. Have a good night.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Testing Taste Buds

Tonight KB tried baby cereal. I used 4 tbs breast milk and 1 tbs cereal. She seemed to like it once she got over the fast that there isn't a constant flow. She was already upset, very tired, and just wanted to nurse. But once I got her to see that it tasted ok she ate like a big girl. I had to put toys in both hands to keep her from spilling it all over both her and I. We are learning together.

I love this little lady!

Friday, September 21, 2012


Yeah, I cook while holding my daughter... "be careful so that hot stuff doesn't splash on her". Well no shit! Do you think I am some kind of idiot? Next time I am making dinner with her I will just fry some bacon and go ahead and let it burn the crap out of her. Sounds like a great plan. I might be young, but I am most certainly not a freaking moron. Thanks.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Dig Deep

In the bad, no matter how horrible the bad may be, there is always good. You might have to dig a little, you might have to dig a lot. It may not always be visible right away, but I promise you, something good will come of everything. Within the last couple of years I have learned something. That something is that God is always with me, and always will be. No matter how big the mistakes I make are, no matter how much it hurts, He is always there to lift me up. Tragedy brings us closer together. It makes us realize how we feel about each other and how much we appreciate one another. It makes us think about what it might be like if the ones we love were not here.

When I'm having a bad day, there is always someone that turns it around. The people who truly care are the ones who can make you smile when you are sad. They are the ones who tell you that you are beautiful when you are at your worst, and most of all, they are the people who accept you for who you are with out judgement. When you make a mistake, they point it out to you so that you can fix it. These are the people I like to surround myself with.

Today everything was deleted off of my computer. I should have known this was going to happen, but I didn't. What am I going to do about it? Well, I will probably call customer relations tomorrow... that is a whole other story. I ask myself, where is the good in this situation?
         My computer runs faster.
         I can download again.
         My pictures are gone- there is no looking back, only moving forward. It can only get better from here.
         I learned to backup all my files.
         If I can't remember what documents I had saved, I probably don't need them. I'm sure I emailed the important ones to myself any way.

Lesson learned. I'm not going to dwell on this, even though I shed a few tears when the computer finally came to and every thing was gone. I'm going to move on. I am going to make my photography business bigger and better.

I can be the bigger person, I can be optimistic, and I WILL!

Picture of the day! My little lady can make a kissy face now! What a champ. I feel like I have achieved success in all things. What shall I teach her next?!!

Friday, September 14, 2012

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger

God Blessed the broken road that led me straight to you. Looking back at my past sometimes I still feel broken and battered. Not physically battered, but emotionally. I have been through a lot, but who hasn't these days.

A couple of years ago we lost a good friend. Chance Threet was killed in a car accident at age 20. It is still so unreal to me. There are times when I question why, why him? But I know that this isn't a question that will ever be answered. His work here on earth was done and the Lord needed him there.

Songs bring back memories, pictures, vehicles that I see pass by me. Sometimes I wish that we could go back to high school. That we could go to that State Championship football game all over again and watch them win, just to see the smiles on those boys' faces. To hear the laughter and happiness that it brought to them. I wish we could go back in time just to hear Chance mumble along with the music in the row behind me. To see all of us teenagers serving the adults at the Valentine's Day dinner. Our air soft gun fight that ended up with a welt on Chance's forehead, and me hiding on top of the sink in the bathroom so he couldn't shoot me under the door, begging and pleading for forgiveness. His huge, contagious smile. Watching Friday Night Lights every time we were all together. I still can't get through that whole movie, it's just not the same. County fair. Ohhh the memories of country fair. The guys roping in the church parking lot, the school parking lot, actually every where. Rodeos, stories, campfires, Sonic after football games (when Calvin would let me go of course. Darn overprotective big brother :] ) Chance pulling the E-Brake in Calvin's little red car every opportunity he gets. Calvin wrecking his Jimmy at the high school, when "the accelerator stuck", I still don't believe that.

I hold these memories and more so close to my heart. I'm so lucky to have been able to have Chance as a friend. He was so much like a brother to me. I wish that I would have told him how much I appreciated him looking out for me and watching my back. He was a great friend to both my brother and myself. I wish he could have been here to meet Kaylyn.

Chance's family is so strong. I look up to Rod, Char, and PJ. They are family to me. They have always been here for me and I hope that I can return the favor. Peyton is an adopted uncle to my little girl. I loved watching him make her smile while we were in Colorado.

It is the little things in life. I have learned to pray, to tell people how much they mean to me. I know that I don't do it enough and that is something I will work on. You never know how long you have, or how long someone else has. Be the best that you can be every day of your life, and at the end of the day, thank the Lord for what He has given you. Pray, and pray more. Be faithful and the Lord will provide.

The good seems to shadow over the bad. I hold those precious memories to my heart, always will.

That broken road that I once walked down has made me into a better person. It has led me back to my high school sweetheart and now I have a beautiful family. I can't imagine my life any other way and will strive to be the best mother that I can be to my daughter. Today, and always.

Growing Up

I believe that there is a very strict difference between growing up and getting older. Growing up requires maturity, responsibility, honesty, and pride, as well as many other traits. Every one who gets old has not grown up. I would like to think of my self as growing up, instead of getting older. Every day I learn something new about not only myself, but others. Today I learned that in many situations, I am the bigger person. Even though I am only 22 years old I can clearly see that I am more mature than some. I am responsible for my own actions, and have a work ethic that not everyone shares. I want to do my job while I am on the clock and I want to do things correctly the first time. The other day I challenged myself to make fewer mistakes on my folders at work and I know that my hard work will pay off in the end.

Whether it be in my personal life, or my time at work, I strive to be the best I can be and I will strive to be the better person in all circumstances. I will not let petty stuff get me down but I will stand up for myself.

This road leads somewhere and I am putting my faith in God to show me which direction I am to go.

Crickets and Crying

I reached down to limit the amount of crying I could hear coming over the baby monitor. These early morning wake ups are killing me, I thought to myself. Rubbing my eyes I rolled over and glanced up at the clock. I was about to let Kaylyn cry this one out, I'll feed her next go around. Much to my surprise it was almost 4am. She made it past her usual 1 am rise and shine call. Pushing the blankets off me I bed my bed farewell and entered her room. The crying seized and her whimpers turned into a huge grin and a sweet belly laugh. Success plastered across her face, and hunger piercing her glamorous blue eyes.

On the surface, I beg for Kaylyn's early morning feedings to saunter off into some distant place, but then again, deep down, I'm in love with them. I know one day I am going to miss spending an extra thirty minutes with her. One day she will be sneaking in at this time of the night/morning (oh God, no!). Praise the Lord for her beautiful smile. I would not want to have it any other way. What a perfect way to be woken up. This innocent darling brightens my days!

Remember when?! 
The first week of her life she had to sun bathe on the car dash to lower her billy rueben levels.

Good morning and if I am lucky, I will fall back to sleep until the alarm clock goes off.