2nd round of letters

Since I never finished the first set of letters... I figure I will post some updated letters to my babies... so here goes:


Dear Ally,

As I write this letter today, you are 4 1/2.  Goodness, are you beautiful!! You love preschool, and catching bugs. You still love to draw, and color.  You love watching movies, and are finally at an age where you will sit and watch the whole thing.  You are so kind and compassionate.  When you and your brother are playing, and he wants what you have, you just give him whatever it is.  We always tell you that you don't have to, and that he can wait his turn, but you do it because you want to... because you are so full of love.  With strong emotion, comes a bit of the temper tantrums as well.  You still need to take a nap in the afternoons, and if you don't, you can be quite stubborn, and trying.  You really like to press my buttons sometimes! ;)  Something tells me that you are only going to want to do this more as you hit the teenage years! You are in gymnastics, and you are doing very well.  But even when you can't do something, you are so determined to keep trying, until you do.  I love your perseverance!  You are a great little communicator, and sometimes it amazes me the words you know.  You love to be read to, and you pretend that you can read yourself.  I know what I sound like now when I read to you, because you use the same tone that I do in your stories! You're so creative! Sometimes, I'm a little hard on you, because I want you to grow up to be happy and successful.  But I hope I am not too hard on you.  I hope you know that I love you and Evan more than anything in the world.  I would give you my life, if I had to.  I hope that I am giving you a good childhood, sweetheart!! I'm so proud of the little girl you are, and I can't wait to see what a wonderful woman you will become.  (well, I can wait a little while, because that will mean I'm getting old... and I don't want that!)

I love you,
Mom


Dear Evan,

Today, you are a month and three days shy of 2 years old.  You are just the funniest little man.  I'm beginning to think that your stubbornness is not a phase, but a personality trait! Hmm.. I wonder where you get that from?  Generally, though, you are an easy going, and happy-go-lucky little boy.  You are a great imitator.  Lately, you, Ally, and I, will play a game in the evening called, "copycat."  Ally and I will make up a sound and a motion, and you always pick up on it right away.  You're SO smart!! A few days ago, you memorized a pattern of shapes.  I couldn't believe it!  For as smart as you are, you say some funny made up words sometimes!  For instance, when you want chocolate milk, you call it "co-yo-yo" and you call Lucky Charms, "marshmellyoyoyo"  I think you're trying to say "marshmallow cereal!"  You still like to dance, but you stand now, and bounce at your knees!  You hate having your hair cut or washed.  Every time we do either, it's like a chore.  I think I dread it more than you do, because I feel so sad hearing you cry about it.  You love to watch Thomas the Train (you call it ca-ca choo choo) Elmo's Christmas or Elmo's Halloween, The Lorax, and every once in a while... Dora.  You're not a picky eater, but you don't eat very much.  If you're hungry, you'll have just about anything, but generally, you aren't very hungry.  You love to snack on chips, and your word for those is "Deps"  When you want more of them, you'll say "S'more Deps"  You LOVE your Cozy Coups.  You have a red one, and just recently we got you a blue minivan.  (sorry kid, it was the best I could find!)  I'm having such mixed feelings about your upcoming birthday.  I'm excited that you're getting older, and that I am fortunate enough to have spent another beautiful year watching you grow... but once you are two, you are officially not a baby anymore.  You are such a sweet baby, and I'm going to miss these cute little things you do.  But... I'm excited to watch you grow up into a young man too.

I love you Evan Michael,

Mom

When I tell someone that I'm unhappy about something, or that I'm having a bad day.... the last thing I want to hear, is that I'm sounding ungrateful, or that I need to suck it up.  It is possible to be grateful for what you have, and still feel unhappy/overwhelmed... which is exactly the case for me, at the moment.

Everyone should be allowed to complain, once in a while... and everyone should be allowed to have a bad day here or there.  Just because I know that I have a lot of good going on in my life, doesn't mean I can stop the tears from welling up in my eyes on a sad day.

It's just like when someone is sick, and someone is like "It could be worse... you could be dying of cancer."  Just because other people are dying from cancer, doesn't mean that the sick person can help feeling crappy.  A little bit of perspective helps once in a while... but it's not what a person needs when they are expressing unhappiness.  Shut up and listen to them!

(which, come to think of it, is advice I need to take when dealing with my sweet little Ally, who complains just about everything)

Sunday Night Blahs

Just feeling crummy tonight. I know exactly why, and I know that going to bed tonight, and starting the week shall cure it all... but I still can't help but let the sad feelings overtake me. Katie is mad at me, because I didn't go out with her for her birthday last night. She just told me about her birthday plans on Wednesday. Well, Jason and I had a wedding to go to on Friday night (the night before her bash) Friday night, I drank, and stayed out late for the wedding. The temperature on Friday was about 100 degrees (seriously) and it was an outdoor wedding... when we got home at midnight, I HAD to shower... I got to bed around 1:30. The next morning, Jason's parents came over at 9:30 to drop the kids off. Ugh. Jason had the bright idea of telling me to take a vicodin. He thought it would make me not care that I was tired. It just made me more EXHAUSTED... as well as nauseous and dizzy!! I had zero napping opportunities, and felt horrible all day. By the time the kids went to bed at 9:30, the last thing that was on my mind, was going out for drinks, or even just going out. I sent Katie a text to let her know I wouldn't make it. I was honest about why, and just told her I was too worn out from the night before. I never heard back from her about it. This morning, I texted her as soon as I woke up, and sent her a message on Facebook just to let her know I was thinking of her on her birthday. She got about 45 birthday messages and "liked" all of them, except for mine. Then sent me a text that said "no worries. thnx." Okay. So, she's obviously pissed off. Why not just say something?!?! It's high school immaturity at it's finest.

 But... let's just talk about the time she completely FORGOT about my birthday. Yeah, two years ago, when she was planning her wedding, she called me two days after my birthday to tell me that she was sorry, but she'd been so busy with her wedding that she forgot. REALLY?? Because, I'm a month away from moving into a very expensive house that we're in the middle of building, while I'm trying to take care of a toddler and a preschooler... as well as trying to start my own photography business. At least I remembered your birthday!!! Please forgive me if I'm not bursting with energy, and money to spend a night out that you told me about three days prior. It's not easy to get out of the house when I have two kids to care for. I'm sure my husband would just love to give both of our kids a bath, and put them to bed by himself....  So... I'm annoyed with that at the moment.

 I'm also unhappy because Jason has been on vacation from work for the past week, and he's returning tomorrow. So... back to the grind for us.

 Also, just sick of being here. I want our home to be done. I want to be in a routine there. I want a clean shower, and a working dishwasher, and a permanent address to give people. I want to have spending money again, so I can take the kids out during the week, or be able to go out with friends again. Just over this temporary in-between crap. That is all.

 Wait. Here's a photo from the weekend. I love it, because there aren't many photos of Jason and I together, these days.

Letters to my kids

Dear Ally,

As I write this, you are one month shy of four years old. Wow, time is flying!!! You are a very sweet, intelligent, and imaginative little girl, and I can't even remember life before you. Your favorite thing to do is arts and crafts! You would sit and paint, color, cut, and glue for hours if we let you. You're a total combination of girly girl and tomboy. You don't like princess stuff like most girls, and you hate playing with dolls. But you like putting on makeup and wearing pretty dresses. I think you feel a bit jealous of your little brother sometimes, but I also think he's your favorite person in the world. Every time I pick you up from preschool, you ask how he's doing, and what he's been up to for the day. You are always looking out for him too. Sometimes, I think you just like to yell at him, but most of the time, you are generally concerned for his well being. Even though you're only a little girl, you know such funny words and expressions. When you go to places you like, you tend to say "This was such a great adventure!" You love to play with daddy, especially when you guys pretend to fight. You also love to spend your time at Juju's and Pops' house, and sometimes it's hard to get you to leave after being there. I love getting to spend girls' days with you. Usually we just go out to lunch, or the mall, but I cherish that one-on-one time with you. Last time that we spent the day together, I told you that I was so glad that I had a little girl like you. You looked at me, and said "I'm so glad I have a mom like you." It made my heart melt! I will try to always remember that phrase, especially during your teenage years!! Not only are you sweet, but you're also very smart. You know your alphabet, can recognize all of your letters, can count to 50, and can write your name. You can write a lot of other letters too. And you know all of your colors. Your favorite movie, at the moment is "The Lion King." You saw it for the first time a few weeks ago, and now you like to watch it over, and over, and over.








Dear Evan,

As I write this, you are 15 months old. You are the coolest little boy I've ever met! I love this age that you're at, because you are the perfect mixture of baby and little boy. You still smell like a baby, and your skin is still extremely soft. But you are getting smarter, learning to talk, and getting into everything. You have a sense of humor, which I think is pretty cool. You LOVE to dance, and you'll dance to anything that has a rhythm. It's pretty cute, actually, because you dance while sitting. You move your arms around, and bounce up and down on your butt... so funny and adorable! You have a good appetite, and are much less of a picky eater than your big sister. Your favorite foods are cooked carrots, macaroni and cheese with broccoli, and spaghetti. You also seem to like mashed potatoes with ground up steak. You are such an easy going little boy (which I am SO grateful for) Unless you are sick or teething, you go to sleep very easily for me. But even though you are pretty easy going, boy do you have a temper when you don't get your way! We do our best not to take anything from you, unless it's for safety reasons, because you will throw you body down on the ground, and scream! I try my best to ignore you, in hopes that you will grow out of those tantrums! You are such a loving boy! You let me kiss you, and cuddle with you all the time. Sometimes, we'll watch TV, and you'll hold my hand the whole time. I will always remember how nice it is to snuggle with my baby Evan! :) You don't walk, yet. You usually get pretty mad at us when we try to make you, but when it's your idea, you do just fine with it. You've taken plenty of steps on your own, you just don't do it on a regular basis. I think you just don't feel like walking, because you are a master at crawling. You manage to get into everything... typical little boy!

Lousy Week

Well, my gynecologist thinks that I might have polycystic ovarian syndrome. I have to go in for testing this weekend, to find out for sure. I know this isn't the end of the world, but I am pretty anxiety ridden over it. Nobody ever wants to hear that they have anything wrong with them. It's not life threatening in, and of itself, but I will have to be on birth control, (even after Jason's vasectomy) as well as, diet and exercise for the rest of my life. I guess my chances of contracting heart disease are double, and from the little I know about the syndrome, diabetes is imminent. That, alone, crushes me.

I'm just sad today.

We're having a really bad week with the loan on the house, as well. Since we applied for the loan at the end of 2011, they average out Jason's income from 2009 and 2010, when he was making CONSIDERABLY less than he is making now. I also worked at that time, but they don't use my income, because my name isn't going to be on the loan... and I don't work anymore. So, it's not income that is still coming in. So, we are still going to be able to get the loan, but not until Jason works for a few more months to a) save more b) have more proof of income for this year

My heart is sad. :(

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

I know I'm due for an update here, but I really came here just to write about something that bothers me. I don't know why it bothers me, because it really has nothing to do with me, but...

Why are so many people just standing still in life? Don't they want to accomplish NEW things in their short time on earth? I'm far from being the most ambitious person in the world, but I still feel like I'm at least jogging on the sidewalk of life. These people I'm referring to, are just standing next to the sidewalk totally confused about what it even is.

I know too many people, who are about my age, who are content just doing the same things all the time. Some of them don't have jobs, or even go to college with hopes of eventually getting a job. Some of them, live with their parents (and I'm not talking temporarily). Some of them, have been in the same relationship for years, with no plans of getting married in the near future. Some of them, (and this is the one that really gets to me for some reason) just live to party. I don't get how hanging out in the bar/club scene is fun for anyone. It's a huge waste of money. There are a bunch of guys and girls trying WAY too hard. It's fun to go out and party every once in a while... but every night/weekend? I just. don't. get. it!

I know that some people could accuse me of moving too fast in life... with marriage and kids... but those things are what give my life meaning.(along with trying to start my photography business, building our home, trying to get in shape, and dreaming about how to go on at least one vacation a year.)

Aren't these people going to look back and wonder why they were just destroying this precious time?

I will never get it. It makes me want to scream at them "GET ON THE SIDEWALK!"

What's in a name?

The women of one of the blogs I regularly follow, created a post about why she chose her children's names. One of the things she said, was that the meaning was very important to her. When I named our children, I really just wanted names that Jason and I both loved. But, I do remember looking up the meanings as well. I think both of our kids have very sweet and wonderful meanings. Here are all of our names, and their meanings:

Shannon: God is gracious, Small, Wise One

Jason: He that will cure

Allyson: Of noble birth

Evan: Young warrior, Well-born

So, pretty cool I guess. We all have nice meanings attached to our names. I like how Jason's says "He that will cure" and he's a physical therapist. He's not a doctor or anything, but he does help people. I also like that mine says I'm wise. I should remind Jason of that when we're arguing :) I hope that Evan's name doesn't mean he's going to be too much of a fighter/enlist in the military. I'm all for serving the country, but I don't ever want to lose my little boy (or my little girl for that matter). And "of noble birth" She is our princess! :)

Quick Update

Wow, I'm really behind on updating. So, here's a quick recap... We ended up moving into the house that I talked about in my previous post, and it's not so bad!! It's pretty big, and I think the kids enjoy having more room to play. The home building process is beginning, but we haven't actually signed anything yet. So far, we've just been meeting with the builders and the loan officers at a few banks. The builders that we're going with (Little Mountain Homes) have the technology to build in the winter, so they can technically start at anytime, but that leaves us less time to save. SOOO... that creates a bit of stress for us. But it will all be worth it when we are finally living in our dream home (At least I pray that it will!!)

Also, I finally started a photography business. I'm wishing I would have started it in the summer, when natural light is best. It's tough trying to get clients right now, when I have no backdrops, a crappy flash, and no indoor lighting system. I had three clients (all people I knew from work/high school) before Christmas. I think they went well... but I just don't know if my clients think so too... and that is OF COURSE what's most important. I also really want a new lens, but I just don't have the money for it. I really think I have the talent (or else I wouldn't be wasting my time trying this) but I just don't have the equipment that I want/need to be my best. I try to tell myself that working without optimal equipment will help me become a better photographer....

Well, it's bedtime. Hopefully I will do a better job at keeping up with this. I will leave you with a few photos that I took of the kids and our "chicken coop" house. The house has a chicken coop in the back, so that is how it has gotten that nickname, in case you were wondering ;)

Woolty Mantis

When I was a little girl, my family didn't have cable. I'm pretty sure I can attribute my awesome childhood, of playing outside, to this. Anyway, we had rabbit ears on top of our t.v. set, and channels 3, 5, and 8 were about all that came in. We also only owned about two or three movies on VHS. One of those movies was The Secret Garden. I remember this movie so well, because it was my favorite, and I had probably watched it about thirty-five times. Well, in that movie,there was a little girl named Mary Lennox. In the beginning of the movie, Mary is throwing a tantrum in her mother's bedroom. She ends up throwing her mother's ivory elephant on the ground, breaking the trunk. Suddenly, she hears her mother returning to her bedroom for her purse, so Mary hides underneath the bed. At this moment, an earthquake strikes, and her mother passes away. Later in the movie, Mary learns that her mother had a twin sister, who owned a matching ivory elephant. Okay, so there are many other important parts to this movie, but I am mentioning the importance of the ivory elephant, because it goes with my story. Please bear with me ;)

Fast foward several years... When I was about fifteen or so, my mom, who bought and sold antiques,ended up with an ivory elephant. It looked exactly like the one in the movie. I asked her if I could have it, and though she probably thought that was an odd thing to ask for, she gave it to me.

The little girl in me has always loved that little elephant, and when I moved into the house that we are currently living in, I placed it on top of my dresser next to my jewelry box. That is where it has remained for the past six years... that is, until a few days ago when I decided to put it on top of the box, instead of next to it. Well, Evan sleeps in our room now, and while he was in bed a few nights ago, I decided to sneak in the room to put my earrings away. in doing so, I forgot that the elephant was on top of my jewelry box, and when I opened up the lid to the box, my elephant slid off of it, and ended up smashing against the wall. The entire trunk broke off. :/

After it happened, I brought the elephant downstairs to show Jason, and told him about it with a sad voice. Ally was around, and she came running over, very concerned, when she heard the news. She knows how important the elephant is to me, because I always tell her not to play with it. So after she heard it had broke, she said, "Mama, it's okay. I'll make a new one out of clay for you."

A few days had passed, and I pretty much fogot about my broken elephant. Last night I took Evan with me to go get an oil change, and Ally stayed home with Jason. I came home from that oil change to a beautiful surprise! Ally remembred her promise, and decided (all on her own) that she wanted to make me a new elephant. So, she did, and she did it without any help from anyone. She was so proud to give that elephant to me, and I was even more proud...

For some reason, she says it's not an elephant, but a wooly mammoth. Even better, she forgets how to say wooly mammoth, so she says, "Woolty Mantis" And I just love my "Woolty Mantis." I'm pretty sure it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love her sweet little soul.

Birthday Boy

My big boy is ONE!! Here are some pictures from his party, which was yesterday..


We did an Elmo theme for the party, because he's pretty into Elmo at the moment. Although, it seems to be fading. I guess he's too busy to watch TV these days.

This pic is of Evan with his Godmother, Michelle. Michelle is Jason's cousin. She's got four kids of her own, is super nice, and a perfectionist. I clean my house extra before she comes over, because I'm afraid she'll think we're gross if I don't.

Ally and Evan with their four cousins. (Michelle's kids)

Here Daddy and Evan are checking out Evan's party hat in the mirror. He loves his reflection... as he should, because he's pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself! ;)

Catching Up

It's been a LONG time since I've updated... or shared any pictures. Sometimes, I'm not quite sure why I even have this blog. I wanted to use it as a way to document my life, and share my pictures (even though I haven't shared my blog address with anyone). But I just feel like I don't have time to write eloquently or to keep up with all the pictures I take. I usually am too tired or lazy to care about my spelling, or how I've worded my sentences. It's funny, because I used to be such a grammar nazi. Now, I think I'm the queen of grammatical errors and first grade sentences. Maybe that's really a good thing though, because maybe it means I have much more important stuff going on in my life.

Which brings me back to my update! Before I share my photos from the past few weeks, I would like to share my most exciting and scary news. We found renters!! After almost three years of trying to sell, we found loopholes in our association's rules, and we decided to put the condo up for rent. Within hours of listing it on renting websites, we had dozens of interested people. We ended up finding a man and his wife who want to stay for 18 months to be closer to their son and his wife who are about to have a baby. It's great for us, but scary too... what happens if they aren't good tentants?! What happens after the 18 months are up?! Meanwhile, we are going to hopefully be building a brand new place of our own!! But while we're waiting for winter to end, so the builders can break ground on our house, we will be renting from one of Jason's cousins. I am not happy about it for several reasons. 1) It's in a semi unsafe neighborhood. 2) Jason's great aunt and great uncle both died INSIDE the home! Eeek. I'm a bit creeped out about the whole experience actually. But, it's practically free for us to rent, which means we can save the money we need for a solid down payment.

Anyway, enough about all that. Let's get to the fun stuff! PICTURES! These are going to be pretty self explanatory, but I will explain anyway (in random order) Halloween 2011, Evan is (almost) ONE!!, playing in the leaves... Are ya ready? Well, here you go:

Fixing the Problem

So... after my last blog... I started eating differently. It's only been four days, but I already feel so much better about myself. I've been eating fewer calories, and practically (and this is the hardest part) no sugar!! I only add sugar to my coffee... otherewise I've been eating food in it's natural form. And no cupcakes, muffins, cookies, cake... you get the idea. I also hit the gym on Monday. That has been much more challenging for me than watching what I eat. It just seems so hard to get out of this house without the kids. Jason put Ally and Evan to bed on Monday so I could go. I really appreciated it, and it made a huge difference in how I feel about myself!!! It's crazy. Obviously, I haven't really lost any weight yet, or gained much muscle, but just dieting and working out for a few days makes me feel SO much better!

It is getting hard though, I must admit. I just have to keep telling myself that this is not a diet. I don't want this to be temporary. I need to watch what I eat for months just go get to my goal weight, and then from there I still have to watch so I don't gain. I still wish I could eat whatever I want and look fantastic. But don't we all?!

The kids are doing great, except Ally has a cough. It makes me so angry, because on Tuesday when I picked her up there was a boy with a nasty cough, and I just looked at his mom like WTF are you thinking?! That night, when Jason and I were talking, he told me that he saw a boy there with a bad cough when he dropped her off. So, I doubt that it's just a coincidence that a boy was sick on Tuesday, and now Ally has, not a cold, but a barky cough. I want to kick the mother of that little boy. Like, seriously... it's PRESCHOOL!! Do you NEED to take your kid to school when he's sick? Thanks for sharing this virus you bitch. Okay, sorry... i get really irritated by this. It ruins our entire week, because usually it doesn't end with Ally. We also have a little baby in the house, and a mom who has to take care of them, and a dad who has to go to work to provide for them. So, it's not like any of us can afford to get sick. I would never take my kids to school if I knew they were sick. Especially preschool. Jerks.

Otherwise, everyone is well. And I am thankful for that! Ally is going to be Dorothy for Halloween. I kind of wish we would have done Little Red Riding Hood. Ally won't pick anything herself, so it was our job to do it this year. We ended up picking Dorothy per a few others' suggestions, because Evan is going to be a lion. His costume was easy to pick out. We were just walking through Target, and I saw this adorable little lion outfit, and thought it would be perfect for Ev.

He is as sweet as ever, by the way. He started saying "baby" yesterday. Clear as day. baby I love hearing his little voice say a real word, other than mama, dada babble. He rarely ever talks (how could he with his sister and me around all the time?) so it's super sweet when we hear his voice. He's not really showing an interest in walking yet, but I think that's just because he's so super effecient at crawling. Oh, he weighs 21 1/4 pounds, and he's got six teeth... four up top, and two on the bottom.

Ally, other than being sick right now, is doing great in preschool. I think she likes it, even though she doesn't talk about it much. She told me that she's learning about fire safety, so I thought that was cool. We didn't end up putting her in gymnastics or dance like we had planned. But she's taking a class at Gymboree with Evan. She likes it, but she seems a lot older than the other kids, even though it's a family class for up to five years old. We are planning on enrolling her in gymnastics in January, and she seems excited about it.

I guess that's all our news... I'm sure there's more, but I don't get much free time, so I think I'm going to go watch some TV and relax.

Much Love :)

Mad at Myself

I am so upset with my weight right now, and it's not even about the number on the scale. It's very much about how I feel about myself, and I'm not feeling good. I know it's my own fault, because I rarely work out, and I eat like a fat cow. It really is hard though, and I get upset with Jason a little. He can work out after work whenever he wants to, but he acts like I'm making him lick a toilet when I ask him to watch the kids for an hour so I can go to the gym. He doesn't understand how much I NEED to go the gym. It doesn't just help me look better, it really is a stress relief. It would be the only time I would be able to have "me" time.

I'm 26 years old. I'm supposed to look awesome.... I HATE THIS!!! I HATE MY BODY!!! I want to cry.

I know I could look worse, and that I am whining about something quite trivial. But it makes me sad to think about it. I went on a website today that gives you a formula to calculate your ideal weight for your height and frame. Well, I weigh ten pounds more than I should... and I weighedmy ideal weight before I got pregnant the first time.

I wish I could run into the kitchen and throw away everything except the salad and the fruit. But I think that would be neglect, since my children would no longer have anything to eat.

UGH!!!!

Okay, Enough of my pity party. I think it's time to take action. Starting RIGHT NOW...

I need to DO SOMETHING about it, or it won't get better.

I am going to work out at least three times a week if it kills me. I am going to cut out my Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts Lattes. Let's say, I can have two a month.

No more cake unless it's a family birthday. No more muffins, or cookies, or Ally's junk food. As a matter of fact, I am going to buy her much healthier snacks. She doesn't need to learn how to eat junk like I do.

I don't want to fail again. I want to do this. I want to LOOK and FEEL great!!!!!!!! No... I don't want to I NEED to!!

You & Me

Dave Matthews
You And Me

want to pack your bags something small
take what you need & we disappear
without a trace, we'll be gone, gone
The moon & the stars follow the car
& then when we get to the ocean,
we're going to take a boat to the end of the world...
all the way to the end of the world
oh and when the kids are old enough
we gonna teach them to flyyyyyyy

you & me together we can do anything, baby
you & me together yes, yes
you & me together we can do anything, baby
You & me together yes, yes

You & I we're not tied to the ground,
not falling but rising like, rolling around
eyes closed above the roof tops
eyes closed we're gonna spin through the stars
our arms wide as the sky, we gonna ride the blue
all the way to the end of the world,
to the end of the world

oh and when the kids are old enough
we gonna teach them to flyyyyyyy

(chorus)
you & me together could do anything, baby
you & me together yes, yes
you & me together we can do anything baby
You & me toghter yes, yes

we can always look back at what we did
always remembering you & me baby
But right now it's you and me forever girl
you know we could do better than anything that we did
you know that you and me we could do anything

you & me together c' do anything, baby
you & me together yeah, yeah

two of us together we c' do anything, baby
you and me together, yeah yeah
the two of us together yeah, yeah
the two of us together, we can do anything baby


something small, told her at least, the end of the world,

Happy Eleven to Evan! :)

My little man is eleven months old today! I have no idea what we're going to do for his party. Jason wants to do an Elmo theme, because Evan LOVES to watch Elmo. I want to do a "boy" theme... like trucks or dinosaurs or something of that sort... but we shall see!

We're having his party at our house. The party will be on November 6th, which is the day before his birthday. I still have to work on the invitations, but I don't know which ones to order without knowing the theme. I guess we do have to decide that soon! I really want to get him a special cake. There is a place by us that does awesome three tier cakes, and the top tier is the smash cake. I just feel like he deserves a special cake since we aren't having a big party for him.

Anyway, here are the pics from my beautiful boy's latest photo shoot...

Evan's First (Official) Haircut

Evan got his first haircut a few days ago... I say it's his first "official" haircut, because we've trimmed it ourselves before, but this time we actually took him into the salon to get it done. He did not like it at all, but he was a good boy, and didn't even cry. As you can probably tell by the picture that I posted recently, of him in the Superman shirt, he really needed it! You better believe I got photos of him getting his cut, and you better believe I'm sharing! ;)

You can tell by his face, that he wasn't thrilled!


*I checked this morning for news on baby Lisa, and noticed that she is still missing... :( I'm still praying that she comes home safely, right now!!*

Missing Baby In Missouri

A Facebook friend of mine just posted this link...

Amber Alert: Kansas City Infant Believed to Have Been Abducted from Crib - ABC News

The article is about a little 10 month old girl who police believe was abducted from her crib last night. Having a baby of the same age, I feel for those poor parents who are missing/desperately searching for their baby girl. My heart breaks when I read things like this. Who would be so sick as to take a sweet baby away from her mommy and daddy?!! I am praying that God returns this baby safely to her parents AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!

No More Toxic Waste

I can honestly say that I feel better now that my selfish family has been cut out of my life. I don't have that negative aura hanging over me. But what does make me sad, is dealing with the loss of what I wanted. I wanted a sister that I could share my biggest secrets with. I wanted a brother that I could hang out with, and joke around with. I wanted a mother that I could call every day, to share details about my life.

But that's not the family I was born into.

On a happier note, here is the most beautiful baby boy in the world.

I love him, and I think it really sucks for them, that they won't even have the chance to get to know him.

I Miss My Body

I am so thankful for both of my kids, but I HATE what having children has done to my body.

I want to feel attractive again.

I'm almot 20 lbs. more than I was before I got pregnant with Ally. I have stretch marks EVERYWHERE!

This picture was taken a month before I got pregnant. I remember thinking that I needed to lose a few pounds, and tone up a lot. I would pay A LOT of money to look like this again!!!

I need to hit the gym and tan ASAP!! If only there was enough time in the day...

Wedding Pics

Here are a few of the wedding pictures I promised....