Yup, once again I've been MIA and once again with no good excuse as to why. There's just too much going on lately that by the time I get home and get through evening rituals I'm pooped and passed out by 930. Not to worry though in 9 days we're taking a vacation to the beach! It'll be the Bean's first trip and I'm SO EXCITED!!!! We'll spend four fantastic fun filled days with family and I couldn't think of a better way to spend Memorial Day Weekend.
Come June things should hopefully slow down and bit and I'll get back to regular blogging, ya know for all 5 people that read this blog and actually care about my mundane life. Until then know I'm still alive and just trying to make it through the next 9 days without flipping out on my office mate, oh do I have stories about that!
Happy Monday! Oh and Happy Belated Mother's Day. Hope your Sunday was spent doing what you wanted to do and enjoying your reason for celebrating the day.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
18 Months...okay 19 months
Bean
The last 4 months flown by way to fast. To me it's like I just brought you home but looking at you I know that's not the case. Every day you change, even if it's just in a new little aspect of your personality. Your vocabulary is ever expanding and every day you know a new word. Before we know it you'll be telling us stories, I can't wait for that. You LOVE the bath and being outside. You're still my little string bean, you weighed in at 21 pounds, 13 oz and 32 inches long -- not much change in weight from your 12 month appointment but much longer.
You and Gozer have be come the best of friends, much to Momma's dismay because I'd love nothing more than to get rid of the pain in the ass. You'd spend all day running around the backyard chasing him and forcing him to eat rocks and leaves if you could.
In May you'll be going to the Beach for the first time and Daddy and I are so excited for it. I'm sure you'll eat your weight in sand and probably hate the water, you're not a fan of cold water, but I'm sure it's going to be a great time. We'll be there with all of your Aunts and Uncles and cousins on Daddy's side of the family.
My sweet, sweet boy words can't explain the love I have for you. Everyday I love you more. No matter how old you get, or how big since you're likely to be much bigger than Momma, I will forever love you and you will always be my Baby Boy.
Always,
Momma
The last 4 months flown by way to fast. To me it's like I just brought you home but looking at you I know that's not the case. Every day you change, even if it's just in a new little aspect of your personality. Your vocabulary is ever expanding and every day you know a new word. Before we know it you'll be telling us stories, I can't wait for that. You LOVE the bath and being outside. You're still my little string bean, you weighed in at 21 pounds, 13 oz and 32 inches long -- not much change in weight from your 12 month appointment but much longer.
You and Gozer have be come the best of friends, much to Momma's dismay because I'd love nothing more than to get rid of the pain in the ass. You'd spend all day running around the backyard chasing him and forcing him to eat rocks and leaves if you could.
In May you'll be going to the Beach for the first time and Daddy and I are so excited for it. I'm sure you'll eat your weight in sand and probably hate the water, you're not a fan of cold water, but I'm sure it's going to be a great time. We'll be there with all of your Aunts and Uncles and cousins on Daddy's side of the family.
My sweet, sweet boy words can't explain the love I have for you. Everyday I love you more. No matter how old you get, or how big since you're likely to be much bigger than Momma, I will forever love you and you will always be my Baby Boy.
Always,
Momma
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
MIA
Holy Moly, I didn't realize how long it'd been. We've been uber busy over hear at the Swiftly Growing house and with the coming of Easter and the start of Spring it only promises to get busier. I've got lots to talk about but it'll be slow coming as we're trying to get some projects done around the house and that leaves me with very little free time and what free time I have I'm exhausted.
So hold tight, I promise I got stuff a brewing.
So hold tight, I promise I got stuff a brewing.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
What a Weekend
I know it's Tuesday but it's not too far removed from the weekend from me to talk about it. Friday nite I broke out in hives with swollen lips from a reaction to I don't know what. By Saturday the hives were EVERY where (use your imagination) and I though I was going to scratch my skin off. I woke up Sunday and thought I was getting better WRONG! Those damn hives returned in force. By yesterday I wanted to rip my skin off, so I called for an appointment and wound up with a shot in my butt and 12 days worth of oral steroids to hopefully get rid of the damn hives. Today, day 5, they're still here but definitely not as bad.
Oh but wait it gets better. The step-son had a Robotics competition Saturday, and I was all set to go out look ally hivey (<~ yup totally a word). I dropped him off at 7, getting up at 630 on a Saturday when the Bean was actually sleeping in did not make me happy but alas hubby had to hang at home due to our busted water heater (that's a whole other story), and went back home. Just as we're getting ready to leave the house to go up to the competition his coach calls and says he's throwing up. I was kind of disappointed for him because he'd been so looking forward to this day but well I guess the frown on vomitting kids at Robotics competition. Really, what a little vomit amongst competitors. Also, the wee babe was uber fussy with a super snot nose and whining at naseum...yup we're teething, still...again...either way it's HELL!
By Sunday the big kid was on the mend and the Bean was in better spirits, I was still itchy. Now we're into a new week and hoping for less sickness and more normal. Well, as close to normal as we get around here.
Oh but wait it gets better. The step-son had a Robotics competition Saturday, and I was all set to go out look ally hivey (<~ yup totally a word). I dropped him off at 7, getting up at 630 on a Saturday when the Bean was actually sleeping in did not make me happy but alas hubby had to hang at home due to our busted water heater (that's a whole other story), and went back home. Just as we're getting ready to leave the house to go up to the competition his coach calls and says he's throwing up. I was kind of disappointed for him because he'd been so looking forward to this day but well I guess the frown on vomitting kids at Robotics competition. Really, what a little vomit amongst competitors. Also, the wee babe was uber fussy with a super snot nose and whining at naseum...yup we're teething, still...again...either way it's HELL!
By Sunday the big kid was on the mend and the Bean was in better spirits, I was still itchy. Now we're into a new week and hoping for less sickness and more normal. Well, as close to normal as we get around here.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Good Ol' Days
It's wordless Wednesday but all the good pictures are at home and I'm at work so the wordlessness (yes that's a word) will have to wait until later. For now I have thoughts in my head that I need out and since that's part of the my reason for this space on the interwebs I'm going to let it flow.
Lately I've been missing the good ol' days. For me those days were the 4 years I spent enjoying the fun in the sun in Tampa for undergrad. I'll tell anyone that will listen that college was the BEST 4 years of my life. The memories from that time in my life still bring a smile to my face and sometimes help me through my rough days. I miss the carefree life of a twenty something with no responsibilities and no place to be. Mostly though I miss the friendships. I miss knowing that on any given nite I could AIM (it was our FB before FB existed) or call anyone of my friends and know that I'd be more than welcome to join them on whatever adventure they were partaking in, even if it was just Bennigan's for happy hour or a nite in watching movies and being silly.
These days I'm lonely. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, I LOVE my life but I feel like I'm missing something. That feeling of knowing that when necessary there's always going to be someone to call and hang out with. Being a grown-up is hard. Those same ladies that I use to rely on to get me out of my head are now Moms, wives, girlfriends and working women and let's be honest with the millions of things we have going on in our lives it's hard to make time for our friends. Especially when we're scattered throughout the country. I'm the first to admit also that I'm a crappy friend. I hate the phone, so I rarely call. I always have the best of intentions when it comes to birthdays but then before I know it the moment has passed.
All this rambling is to say, simply, I miss my Tribe. That group of women that helps lift you up and make you laugh. The ones that don't think twice about inviting to any little thing, even if it's just to shop for groceries. Maybe when the Bean is older and we have other kids and they start making friends I'll finally have that. A Momma can only hope, so for the next 3-4 years I guess it's just the usual status quo.
Lately I've been missing the good ol' days. For me those days were the 4 years I spent enjoying the fun in the sun in Tampa for undergrad. I'll tell anyone that will listen that college was the BEST 4 years of my life. The memories from that time in my life still bring a smile to my face and sometimes help me through my rough days. I miss the carefree life of a twenty something with no responsibilities and no place to be. Mostly though I miss the friendships. I miss knowing that on any given nite I could AIM (it was our FB before FB existed) or call anyone of my friends and know that I'd be more than welcome to join them on whatever adventure they were partaking in, even if it was just Bennigan's for happy hour or a nite in watching movies and being silly.
These days I'm lonely. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, I LOVE my life but I feel like I'm missing something. That feeling of knowing that when necessary there's always going to be someone to call and hang out with. Being a grown-up is hard. Those same ladies that I use to rely on to get me out of my head are now Moms, wives, girlfriends and working women and let's be honest with the millions of things we have going on in our lives it's hard to make time for our friends. Especially when we're scattered throughout the country. I'm the first to admit also that I'm a crappy friend. I hate the phone, so I rarely call. I always have the best of intentions when it comes to birthdays but then before I know it the moment has passed.
All this rambling is to say, simply, I miss my Tribe. That group of women that helps lift you up and make you laugh. The ones that don't think twice about inviting to any little thing, even if it's just to shop for groceries. Maybe when the Bean is older and we have other kids and they start making friends I'll finally have that. A Momma can only hope, so for the next 3-4 years I guess it's just the usual status quo.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wordless Wednesday - Cool Dude
We got a bag of clothes from a friend a couple of weekends ago and I finally opened them last weekend and found these sun glasses. At first he wasn't a fan, but then he was all about them.
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| Momma's cool little dude |
Monday, February 13, 2012
A Voice that Defined a Generation
By now I'm sure everyone has heard about the death of Whitney Houston. The DJ on the radio station I listened to summed it up best when he said she was a "Voice that defined a Generation." In her prime there was nobody that good rival her voice, her talent. However, with her marriage to Bobby Brown she became a fallen star. Her drug use and marital spats are what she was more known for in her last years. With stints in rehab and appearances on talk shows where many wondered if she was sober I can't help but wonder if this is what she will be remembered for. We as people have a hard time seeing past the misdeeds of well known people after their deaths. Often forgetting that they're just people and subject to the same bad decisions as we as ordinary folk are.
My hope would be that we remember for her contributions to music and the legacy she left behind. That we pray for her family's healing and that she is finally at peace. Mostly thought I hope that we don't judge her to harshly for the way she lived her life. Sometimes we think celebrities have it all and have no reason to be happy but what we forget is that we only see what they let us see. We don't know their demons or what they're fighting behind against closed doors.
LL Cool J opened the Grammy's with this prayer:
"Heavenly Father, we thank you for sharing our sister Whitney with us," "Today our thoughts are with her mother, her daughter and all of her loved ones. And although she's gone too soon, we remain truly blessed to have been touched by her beautiful spirit and to have her lasting legacy of music to cherish and share forever. Amen."
And really that's what it's all about. We are all gifts sent from God to live here on earth to touch those that we can before he calls us home. Whitney did just that in her time here. Her ending may not have been her shining moment but perhaps her death will help someone.
R.I.P Whitney Houston. I may not have known you personally but I knew you through your music. Music that in one way or another helped to shape my life. For that I thank you and remember you. And I pray that you've found Peace and that you and Michael Jackson are putting on one Hell of a show.
My hope would be that we remember for her contributions to music and the legacy she left behind. That we pray for her family's healing and that she is finally at peace. Mostly thought I hope that we don't judge her to harshly for the way she lived her life. Sometimes we think celebrities have it all and have no reason to be happy but what we forget is that we only see what they let us see. We don't know their demons or what they're fighting behind against closed doors.
LL Cool J opened the Grammy's with this prayer:
"Heavenly Father, we thank you for sharing our sister Whitney with us," "Today our thoughts are with her mother, her daughter and all of her loved ones. And although she's gone too soon, we remain truly blessed to have been touched by her beautiful spirit and to have her lasting legacy of music to cherish and share forever. Amen."
And really that's what it's all about. We are all gifts sent from God to live here on earth to touch those that we can before he calls us home. Whitney did just that in her time here. Her ending may not have been her shining moment but perhaps her death will help someone.
R.I.P Whitney Houston. I may not have known you personally but I knew you through your music. Music that in one way or another helped to shape my life. For that I thank you and remember you. And I pray that you've found Peace and that you and Michael Jackson are putting on one Hell of a show.
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