…and, I’m back!

Big whoop, I know.  Honestly I’m trying to be a better blogger…it’s nestled in there somewhere behind being a better person, better wife, better mommy, etc.  I don’t even know where to pick up here, so let’s try this:  here’s a list of excuses of why I’ve been MIA – or at least, these are the things I’m blaming my blogging lapse on.  I don’t suspect what’s left of my 5 readers will care much, but here we go.

1.  In the past month or two, I’ve been sucked into the Twilight saga.  Yes, those crazy books about vampires and werewolves have totally taken over my life.  I’m finished now, so I’m being re-introduced to society and my family for the time I was away with my nose in a book.

2.  I’m training for a half marathon.  I said I was going to do it, and I’m in week 9 of 12 and one month away from the run.  So far, I’ve run 8 miles.  I’m scared, but if I have to crawl over the finish line (likely), I’ll finish.  Plus I’ve already actually paid real money to do it, so I’ll be there.

3.  I was on vacation.  Well only for a week and a half, but by the time you add the preparation of packing literally everything but the kitchen sink, like a month has gone by.  We had a great time though and it was much needed.

4.  I’ve been a tad stressed and my mind is in a million places.  To be more specific, Jarred started working only 2-3 days a week this summer due to there not being enough work.   Now he hasn’t worked in over a month and he and I are in a competition to see who can find a job first….  it’s the classic battle -  him:  civil engineering vs. me:  whatever you want to pay me to do.    Money doesn’t grow on trees people, so you might guess that it can be slightly stressful at times.  However, we believe that God will take care of us as He always has and that the pieces will fall together in His timing.   UPDATE:  Jarred was offered and accepted a job on Friday of last week!!!!!!  Darn, guess he wins our little competition.  This opportunity for him was not even on his radar as far as something he would ever apply for…it was so obviously a God thing and proof that He takes care of us and rewards our faithfulness!!!

5.  I have two kids.  You knew this was coming, but two kids really does equal twice the work.  No it’s not work to take care of my children, but there’s a lot to do during the day.  I still haven’t quite managed the art of getting them to consistently nap at the same time…and it really is an art…so down-time doesn’t usually come until their bedtime at 8.

6.  I’m sleepy.  You probably knew this was coming too.  We finally got West to start sleeping all night – he’s a champ, 8pm – 8am most nights.  And what do we do…?  we put Blakely in a big-girl bed!   I was a very strict believer in not doing it too early before she was ready, but the morning came when I went to get her and she had crawled out of her crib.  I asked her to show me how she did it, but stopped her when it became obvious that it was a miracle she didn’t get hurt doing it the first time.  So we converted her crib to a big-girl bed and the sleepless nights came again.  It was awful the first week…getting out of bed/crying for up to 4 hours at a time, but she’s finding her groove now and getting used to the concept.  However she doesn’t quite grasp how much I hate it when she takes all her clothes out of her drawers and re-arranges everything in her room while she’s in there.  I can’t have it all I guess!

7.  I’m having too much fun.  I say it often, but man is it true.  There is absolutely no where I’d rather be than where I am, with my awesome husband and two amazing kids.  Along with Jarred, those two little people bring me so much joy and I just love watching them grow up.  Every day brings something new to the table.  I can’t get enough of Blakely’s crazy ideas and words that she says to me, I can’t turn away when she’s singing and dancing to the same video over and over.  I can’t ignore West when he babbles at me or laughs at something his sister did, and I can’t not watch him learn to sit up, roll over on his tummy, grab his toys, and master the art of eating mushy baby food.  It’s all too good!

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