Lions and tigers and bears...

We're getting into the Halloween spirit around here. Zach's costume was easy to pick out. We got it at TJ Maxx and the decision was made for me by Zach. He kissed his costume so we had to buy it....I figured if your kid slobbers on it you have to buy it. He loves his costume so much he likes to cuddle with it and it may be his new BFF. Zach will be a tiger. I apologize for the pictures being blurry, z does not stop moving ever.

P.s. I published it & had to edit it because I realized it may be strange that Zach isn't wearing pants, is wearing a shirt, & only half wearing his costume. Like I said, he doesn't like to stop so we only got his pants off before he had to start moving again. I'd like to say its rare that he is running around pant less, but it is not. He is a hippie at heart who hates clothes.

1,000,000 things

You know that stereo type that stay at home moms sit around watching soaps eating Bon-bons? I am currently living up to that by watching General Hospital and eating potato chips while little man naps. You know what....I don't even feel bad about it. There are a million things I should be doing, but for now I'm going to take a 45 minute breather to recharge. I may regret it later, but man oh man it feels good to live up to the stereotype right now. Soon I'll be running after this crazy man day dreaming about times not long ago when I got to relax and watch tv for whole weekends at a time....times when I was bored....ha bored....

Hipster or lazy?

I admit it, I have Toms. Red ones. For those not aware, these are hipster shoes...ugly trendy shoes that slip on. I realize they are ugly, but until you have to put on shoes with one hand and it's too cold for flip flops you cannot mock me. My ugly little elf shoes are comfortable enough to run after a toddler and don't require socks....have you ever tried to put on socks with one hand...almost impossible. Someday I'll enjoy things like shoelaces and sleep again, but until then I thank the young folks of this great nation for being lazy and making slip on shoes acceptable.

Boys...gross

I didn't really think that Zach would be such a boy already. He loves to be dirty and play outside. He loves trucks, cars and anything that makes a loud noise. He will throw down a baby doll to play with the baby doll stroller...you know, push it around making car noises. He already eats more for breakfast than I do and don't get me started on how he is already obsessed with his own wiener. I'm sure there are many girls like this (minus the wiener part), I just didn't think I would have to perfect my car noises and rough housing skills already....it makes me a little excited and a little apprehensive about the future. The only thing I know about being a boy is the haircut, which plagued my elementary years.

Good Morning Sunshine

Zach clearly loves mornings just like his mama....

And he is 20 lbs & 30" long & we can switch to real milk from formula woo hoo.

Sometimes...

I read other blogs and the blog I love you more than carrots really hit home.  She said sometimes she has to remind herself this is the life she prayed for....

Oh honey I hear you.  Sometimes I have to remind myself this is the life better than I even knew to pray for.  Somedays when my house looks like toys r us exploded in the living room, followed closely by a barnes and noble explosion in Zach's room, and I'm failing on every front I have to remind myself....this is what you wanted.  It is chaotic, but I have an amazing son and husband and loyal dog on good days. We're preparing to build our dream house and are overwhelmed by love and support from our family and friends....all before 30 years old (well I'm not 30 yet...the hubs has a few years on me).

Sometimes between teething, dog puke, socks on the floor and all the other little things that don't matter, but somehow become big annoying things, I want to hide somewhere tropical and relive the glory days of college Jessica.

These are the days I need to take a moment to remember this is the life I prayed for...preferably before I give Matt the death stare for putting his lunch tupperware in the sink after I just finished by 4th round of dishes for the day.

I have the most handsome, amazing husband and smart, cute and funny son.  I am blessed in so many ways I need to let go the little things and take time to thank God for everything I do have.  Thank you for giving me the life I dreamed of, even when I'm too stressed out to realize it.

Farm Living

First time riders....Zach and Matt...

For you city slickers this is a combine, a John Deere combine to be more specific (and yes a combine is much different then a tractor and brand name does apparently matter).  We were taking off soybeans by my parents house.  I'm open to all farming questions, someone has even referred me to me as farmer barbie....I assume she has never realized barbie has a waist and I'm missing that essential element among others, but it is the thought that counts.