I’m 39 stinkin’ weeks pregnant. STILL. I feel like I’ve been in labor for the past month. 3 centimeters, 90 %…doesn’t that mean something? I want to hold him so bad my heart hurts.
The kids have been watching way too much television. Movies and On Demand and wonderful.
I can’t believe I’m watching American Idol again. I said I wouldn’t when the previews for the season started coming on. It sucks you in.
Outfitting an entire house with blinds and window coverings isn’t free. Even with a minimalist approach.
I love being a wife and a mom. I feel like I’m situated right where I’m supposed to be right now.
My new favorite color is white. I don’t know why or where it came from, but I can’t get enough of it. White, cream, ivory…I love them all. And then my second favorite color is anything neutral. Brown, beige, gray. And mixing up wood tones. With white. Yum, yum, yum.
I really am an introverted hermit. I can find anything to do inside the house and days can go by without me stepping foot outside.
Even though after 4 years we have our own parents-only bathroom and a bedroom retreat…I still bathe them in our bathtub and we all hang out together on our bed. They won’t be little and want to come in there forever. And even if they did, I’d probably be okay with that too.
My husband is so patient with me. It’s our secret to working and being together every moment of the day. Put up with each other’s everything, laugh a lot and love with everything you’ve got at the moment…even if it’s just a little ounce.
I sense that we are getting hooked onto another reality tv show. Giuliana and Bill. They are so cute.
I’m trying to grow out my hair for Jason. He tells me he thinks I’m beautiful no matter what the color or length, but he’s also made mention to how long it was when we met. You know, back when I had an hour to blow it out and iron it flat until it smoked and then shelac it down with 3 different products. I acquired the thickest, bushiest, brillow-pad textured hair you can imagine from my Dad. So there’s about a 2 year ackward in-between stage before I’ll be able to just pull it back into a ponytail ever single day. I can already tell that this isn’t going to last. The other day, I was looking in the mirror and thought to myself, “wow, my hair looks like Rod Stewart.” No lie, I walked into the room where Jason was about 20 minutes later and he said, “your hair looks like Tina Turner.” So basically, I am sporting an afro-mullet. I think I’m making an appointment today to get my usual high and tight.
It’s time for me to get off the computer. “The Little Mermaid – Ariel’s Beginning” is almost over and the kids will be saying they are hungry soon because it’s been about 30 minutes since they had breakfast.
I’ll end with a picture to support my last and final random thought. We live in what feels like the boonies now, and I absolutely love it. Except the part where we don’t get HGTV in HD. I know that makes us sound like television junkies, but we probably are. David Bromstad just isn’t the same in digital format. We’re considering making the switch to Direct TV just for that very reason. The internet is a little slower here and the air smells different…but our front porch overlooks the mountain. The other day, I caught the most beautiful sunrise. We can’t wait to sit on the porch in the summer and witness all the thunder and lightning storms. God is so wonderful.
