2013 Enjoyed Moments

As I was writing the title for this post, I almost put 2012 instead of 2013. I guess because so much happened in 2012 and it is so hard to believe that a year has past since those moments. 2013 went by so fast, that I almost didn't even have time to enjoy it.

2013 although you flew by, you gave me moments to remember. For that I am thankful for. You have molded me into a better mother and wife. You have brought me into exploring on my own into college. You have built my marriage and taught me things to be a better wife. Even though, you had your ups and down I made it through you 2013. By that, I am a heck of a lot more stronger then I was whenever you started.

                                                  Uncle Drew and Dorrian. They love each other so much.

2014 I am ready for you.

Dorrian's Birth Story

I have been wanting to write about this for quite sometime now. The only reason I have not is because I did not think it was "dramatic" enough to attract readers. But (almost) every single mamma blog I stumbleupon has their birth story. So I figured what the hay, I will share mine. Here we go.

To start off, the decision in having a baby. That's a big word, decision. Because it was a huge decision that I made in such a short time. After two months of meeting my husband we decided on having a baby. WHAT?! You are probably thinking. But yes.. two months. I guess you could say we were the "love at first sight" kind of couple if you believe in that kind of thing. So hopefully I don't have to explain any further about how my son came about etc..  ya know. Anyways, I was new to the whole trying for a baby thing. I thought maybe the next day after trying I would wake up puking my organs out like in all the movies and Sims. But I didn't. So I started worrying. I thought to myself maybe I am not meant to have children, maybe I am not fertile. I lost sleep over it. But my husband (boyfriend/fiance at the time) told me it was alright. Six weeks later I took a pregnancy test and to my surprise there it was.. a positive sign. Thing was though it was barely a positive sign. It was very faint. I started googling with the pee stick in my hand and found out that no matter what if it even looks like a positive sign, then it's positive. I was one happy pregnant 18 year old.

I won't lie. I was terrified. Because I told myself everyday growing up that I would never ever ever have a baby. The way the movies played it out it just looked to painful and miserable. But that changed after my husband spoke the words, "I want to have a baby." But after I found out I was pregnant it seemed as though I was more excited then scared. I was already in love with my baby before he even developed into a baby.

My nine months were just... well, miserable. Now I loved being pregnant, it was a god given gift. But hey it is hard. I really did feel as though I was carrying a giant watermelon all day. I don't think men realize how hard it is. My feet would swell and my back would ache, But I got through it. I remember walking up and down the roads (like a mile or two) to Walmart from our apartment for milk or essentials like that because at the time we didn't have a car. But all that stopped whenever I was 25 weeks pregnant because my father in law gave us a vehicle. I was a pretty strong, in shape (if you are not counting my basketball belly) mamma. I would even walk to get my husband a bite to eat and walk it over to his job for him whenever he could not leave. Because I loved him and I enjoyed the walks.

I was pretty huge. A small girl like me, oh my stomach stood out. But it was the cutest. I would do it over and over again.

Nine months went farely slow and fast all at the same time. I was terrified of GYN doctors, I never wanted to go to one growing up. Whenever my mother would tell me about them I would cringe. Mainly because I was shy and I did not like the fact of being butt naked on a table with someone you just met checking you out. No way jose. But I did it. Every month, to every week, and then to delivery. I did it. My GYN was glorious, I loved her. After I had my son, when she would walk into my room is was like an angel. Because she was the reason my son was here, she was the reason I was able to hold him. For that, I loved her for.

After nine months of drama, pain and lack of sleep. My GYN finally announced that I would have to be induced. Because I just was not going into labor on my own. I was wanting to be induced before 40 weeks, but she didn't think it would be alright. So exactly at 40 weeks she wanted to induce me. Google became my best friend at this time. Because I was given a date and time of when I would be having my baby and this was just a terrifying though. It's one thing to have to go in when you went in labor natural. But when you are scheduled for it, it's all you can think about. I remember on the 12 of November was when she wanted to induce me that night at 8 o'clock. So as you can figure that whole day I was just thinking about the pain. Oh and if I was going to poop on the table. The night before that my husband found me crying in my closet with my knees bent to my forehead (kinda), on the floor. I was scared. I hated knowing when I was going to have him and not waiting for the moment. After arriving to the hospital and getting into the awkward gowns that I made darn sure I tied as tight as possible, everything seemed a little better. My nurse is what made everything more calm. I guess she could tell how nervous I was from my shaking and one word replies to her questions. She pricked the IV in my hand. On a way we go... After water being popped, the inducing stuff and some crap that starts with a P I think in my IV I was in labor. I was in labor for about 18 hours or longer. My husband stuck by my side through it all. He held my hand through the contractions and everything. Lets just say the epidural they gave me was a life saver because I was in pain. I felt awkward not being to move my legs and the nurse having to move them like I was a baby, but it was well worth it. I remember the nurses coming in to adjust me because of my dialation. They would put me in awkward positions I didn't think were possible. After awhile I was 10 cm dialated and they told me it was time. My husband was passed out on the sofa and it took me a good 15 minutes to wake him up, poor thing. I yelled "Spencer, it's time. I am ready to push." I never saw him move faster then he did that moment. After 18 hours of labor, 3 hours of pushing.. he was here. Let me tell ya, I handled the pushing and everything like a champ. The only thing I hated was the part where I could not breathe and pressure of course. But I did it. My husband was a nervous wreck he thought I was dying. I was yelling out, "I can't do this. Just cut me open!" He was terrified. Lol. But hey those men should be, they have it easy.

I love him. Honestly, I could not ask for a better life. I know I am young. But I am a great wife and I am an even greater mother. This is Dorrian's birth story, I hope you enjoyed yourself.

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                                                                                The End.

New Years Resolutions

Is it at all possible to say that this coming year I WILL be having my share amount of resolutions that I will obey? I do not think many people do. Most people probably say they have them, but then forget them when the times rolls around. I mean I know I have. Whenever Myspace was big, I would post forum posts about my resolutions then forget all about them when the year changed.

Well not this year. This year will be different. The past two years has changed me. Grown me. Oh and it has made me. This coming year I will be having rules set for myself that I must go by and if not then life is over for me. I will create this post and each time I forget or I am tempted to disobey my resolutions then I will go back to this and read it. So here we go.

Heather, if you are reading this in 2014, then it's obvious that you are temped to ignore one of your resolutions. You better not. I will know if you do.

Resolution number one: Lose weight. Excercise. Diet. After having my son, I must admit I have shed on a few pounds that seem to stick. Not only that but he has stretched me in places I didn't think were possible. I hate it. I need to be happy of my physical appearance. So I need to get in shape. Maybe join a gym, eat healthy, run everyday, stay away from cokes and too many carbs. You can do it!

Resolution number two: Be positive. I am a glass is half empty kind of gal. Well that time needs to change. Glass half full is the outlook I plan on taking. Might take trial and error but I am committed to doing so.

Resolution number three: Find a good church and stick with it. Husband and I need it. Our last church did not work out for us. We need a good place to call home.

Resolution number four: Think before I speak. Now if any of you know me, then you know I am a big mouth. I am way too outspoken that it gets me in trouble. There is a line between being outspoken or being rude. I am both, just in a bad way. So bite my tongue.

Resolution number five: Follow the other resolutions.

I am sure other resolutions I want to add will spring up. When they do I will add on to this list. 2014 you are looking like you might be a good year. You won't top 2012 but you will be a good one. Considering 2012 was when I got married and had my son. But hey, who knows.... Nah, no way you won't top it. So don't try! But if you get me to lose weight and looking good then maybe I will consider it. But until then you are just another year.

Four more days and the ball will drop.

Happy early new years everyone.

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Merry LATE Christmas -- Ho! Ho! Ho!

Am I the only one who is glad that Christmas is over? Boy, because I am. VERY. Now I love holidays and all, but yesterday was just too much. Waking up at 6 am and being overwhelmed by presents and tears from my one year old not wanting to wake up that early. It was some mighty hectic business. But I loved Christmas. I am just really glad it comes once a year.

I think the reason so many people get overwhelmed and just want Christmas to be over is because it is too commercialized these days. Disney takes away the true meaning of Christmas and teaches kids that it is all about Santa and presents. It is not about all that, what so ever. I will be darned if I let Disney brainwash my kid into thinking that too. I will teach him the true meaning.

Now that I am getting older my christmas list is getting shorter and maybe cheaper. This year I asked my parents for boots and the Twilight series books. Now from me being spoiled every year, I knew I was going to get it. They bought me the collectors edition Twilight series and UGG boot from Victoria Secrets. What can I say? They love me. 

My son got spoiled like crazy this year. Considering it was his first legit Christmas. Everyone got him more toys then he even knows what to do with. Even with all the toys, he is still interested in all of his old ones. Silly boy. My parents got him the cutest little Disney Cars four-wheeler. Christmas morning we put it in front of the tree and it was the first thing he walked to. He has it the button pushing down now. He gets on and off of it like a champ too. My growing boy.

His little mind is so entertained by the smallest of things. It just amuses me to watch him as he studies the little details on everything. Because you know he is soaking it all in like a sponge. Of course he enjoys the lights and music that the majority of his toys do. He becomes so interested in the buttons and if they can open and close, it's neat to watch. Because I know his brain is just growing and growing. Plus it just gives me confidence that maybe he won't be like me, he will be more like his daddy. Which is very intelligent and accepts the smaller things in life. 

All of these toys just scattered around the house. I swear the living room is turning into his own little toy house. I am tempted to buy one of those little sheds at Home Depot and just put every single one of his toys inside of it. Tell him if you want a toy go get it. That little John Deer truck there... I picked it out. I loved it. It's a Mega Blocks truck and he seems to enjoy it. Once he understands more of the concept of it, I think he will enjoy it even more. Because you can build things on it and you can push it along. It can be hard to come by simple toys like this. Which I think teaches them more then the toys that try. 

Oh, so my mother decided to get my son a smartphone. No, not a real one silly. A toy smartphone. Yes, now they make TOY smartphones. HA! We wonder why our generation is so tied up into technology. Bingo, I found a winner. This little phone is pretty neat though. It teaches them 9-1-1 and you can plug in your number to it and tries to teach them your number. He enjoys the buttons on it more than anything though.

One of the best things I enjoy about our holidays. Is the cooking. I love eating... Oh, I mean preparing the dinners for our holidays. Hours in the kitchen. Oh what wonderful joys. 

This year my dad made brisket. Oh and it was delicious. His first time and he nailed it! He smoked it all night and it turned out to be my favorite thing. Dinner was amazing. Now we have something to eat for the next couple nights. Saves me from cooking and making a mess in the kitchen. I wish they would make kitchens that clean themselves. I mean they should be close, they already makes appliances that do. Now just bump it up to kitchens and you will be a millionaire. 

Dorrian loved his dinner too. That is one great thing about him being able to eat solids, is being able to feed him this stuff. Because he digs it. I find it very fun to try new things with him like this. Because he never turns down anything. I don't have a picky eater on my hands. Oh I might of just jinxed myself. DARN.

I hope you all enjoyed your holidays. Even though I was praying for a white Christmas down in Texas, I didn't get one. But there is always next year and the year after that... so on. Oh dear, another year to go! New years is coming up.... We usually don't celebrate new years. I don't see the big deal in it. Hm. Maybe it is just me. I would like to go visit the ball dropping. I bet that it an experience and gets you all hyped up. But sitting on your couch watching it doesn't make it official. You wait until 12 am and as soon as it drops your eyes all droopy "Oh! time for bed!" Yeah... not for me

Anyways. Happy almost new years!

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Tip of the Day: Buy an advent calender for December. Makes the month swoop by!

Two More Days Until Christmas...

I don't know where to start with this post. But I am just going to type without really thinking about it. Here we go...

Christmas is coming up in two days. Who's excited? This girl. I can't wait to see the expression on my son's face for whenever he opens his presents. Last year he was only a month old, so he didn't understand much about the concept. Even now he won't truly understand it. Like my dad says you can wrap up an empty box and he will be happy. Which is true. This year his grandparents bought him a Disney's "Car" toddler four wheeler, it's the cutest thing ever. He will love it, I just know it.

He is so spoiled, but I know it is so hard not to spoil him. He is going through this hardcore pointing stage. Everything he points at he says "dat" and I love it. So uh yes I do have to give him (almost) everything he points at. I know I am starting something bad... but it will break soon.

This face, this innocent little face. I love it. I cherish every second that I get to spend with you before you get bigger. I never understood whenever people would use the term, "oh they grow so fast." I would think to myself, that is so cliche. But now I understand what it means. 13 months ago I brought this little man into this world. Whenever it feels like maybe just a month ago. One day I will post his birth story. I think you all will love it. I know I do at least.

He loves this little toy truck. I am surprised he hasn't broke it yet. There is a little man that is supposed to be in the hole on top. Where is he? Ask him. Because I have no idea. He breaks things and throws things into the black hole. But he doesn't care that he is gone. Mommy does. He doesn't.

I am raising myself a good little reader. I love seeing him just open his books and turning the pages as fast as he can. I love watching everything he does. He teaches me things, that I fail to look at in life. Like reading. I never enjoyed reading until I picked up the hobby while being pregnant with him. Now I try to squeeze everything I want to do in one day and complain about not being able to relax. When in reality, I can just pick up a book and relax. Oh, the joys in life that go unspoken of.

 
I had to share this. Isn't it just the cutest? He loves it. The Jake and the Neverland Pirates ride on boat. It honks, plays music, shoots a cannon and it even turns as he turns the steering wheel. Who knows with this little number he may be able to drive before he is 16. Watch out folks. (;

Two more days guys until Christmas! Are you ready? I am. I miss how exciting Christmas was as a kid. But now it is my turn to teach my son the true meaning being CHRISTmas. I am going to have fun doing it. We are going to start our own little Christmas tradition. He is going to love every second of it. I just need to think of it first...

Merry Christmas!

Tip of the Day: Spoil your little ones while you can, because one day they will be asking you for the new Playstation 4 instead of a little toy truck or a barbie doll.

The Little Bad Santa Picture Tradition

Today we took Dorrian to see Santa at our local mall. As in we I mean everyone. Grandma, grandpa, uncle, mommy, daddy and of course Dorrian. We brought our camera so that I could shoot some photos of him on Santa's lap. Now keep in mind, I have never done this whole "Santa thing" so I didn't know what to expect. We got up there, the line was short which was good news. But at the same time crazy because there was a good traffic of people there. Which never happens because the mall here never gets business because everything is closing down. Any who, My husband brought out his camera and the little helper asked us if we were buying a package. We all looked at each other confused. My husband spoke up and said, "No, we are just going to take our own photos." Well, the little helper told us that we could not take our own photographs unless we buy their package. I have never heard of this before in my life. Whenever I was little, Wal-mart would pay for a Santa to sit back in the garden center and I would go see him for FREE. Now it is all different. So we caved in and bought the package. Now picture package in your head. You are thinking maybe 5 decent size photos right? Not this package. This package costed us 25 buckaroonies. We got one 3x5 and 4 wallet size photos. HA! Maybe it would of been worth it if they weren't so crude on photographs. The Santa Clause they hired didn't even ask any of the children the traditional, "What would you like for Christmas?" He sat up there, held the children and had the "Next!" attitude. I just couldn't believe it. The man that was handling money for the packages tried to scam my husband 10 bucks as well. Well sorry Noerr Events, I will not be doing business with you again. Not even if you are the only Santa in town. I can gladly dress up like Santa myself and do a cute background and take my own photos, FOR FREE.

Anyways, now that I got that rant out of my mind. Here is Dorrians photo. He cried. Oh boy, did he cry. I knew he would. He doesn't do well with strangers. Especially strangers with big white beards. It was adorable. He was the only child to cry as well, which was funny.

There ya go! My little fella. I thought it was adorable. Even if he is crying. Although, I probably would be crying as well. I never really enjoyed sitting on Santa's lap. I hated the attention.

After we left the mall we went to grab a bite to eat. Dorrian met a friend there, they were waving at each other from across the restaurant. It was adorable. The little old man loved Dorrian and thought he was the cutest little thing. As the man was leaving he came up to Dorrian and gave him his chocolate cookies that came with his meal. He claimed he was "watching his figure." Hahah! But anyways if you are reading this sir that gave us the chocolate cookie. It resulted in this.

Oh boy did he love it! Now he is all hyper from the chocolate. So thanks. :p

Well, this was a swell post if I do say so myself. Four more days until Christmas. Seems as though this month is just flying by.

Thank you readers for reading!

Stay warm and cozy!

Lesson of the Day: If your local Santa Clause is anything like mine was. Dress your husband or any man up as Santa and take your own. 

Doctors and What Not

What do you think of whenever you think of beauty? I think of it as the unknown. Meaning whenever something does not see the beauty that is there, but it is there. When it's obvious that it is there. I enjoy nature. If any of you know me as well as I would like, you would know that nature and I have a thing. In my opinion, I think the outdoors is the perfect canvas for photography. You don't need any editing or filters. It's raw and pure beauty. I love how photogenic it can be. One of the most beautiful attributes about nature is the weather conditions. This is what makes it the most unique. I find that whenever the sun if low and it is cloudy the natural light captures the most beauty. How can you not love it? You are nuts if you don't. Take this image above. It's a bush in my front yard that we have had since gosh... I can't recall. It's fall and it's starting to brown. But it's beautiful how it does it. Dead leaves and all, it's a masterpiece.

Today we went to the doctor. Why? Well my son has had some sort of rash for a couple months now. The first time he was diagnosed with a yeast problem. The doctor gave us some ointment and it went away and then a couple weeks later it came back to visit and now it is outstaying it's welcome. We thought maybe it was a milk allergy but luckily it wasn't. It was Mr. Yeast again. So the doctor prescribed another medication and told us to let him walk around without his diaper. Maybe my son is meant to be a nudist. Oh I sure hope not.. So wish us luck. I hope it goes away. I hate seeing him so miserable he itches it until he bleeds. It's terrible. So adios Mr. Yeast! Don't come back.

 Dorrian on the doctor table. No he isn't crying, he makes the face before he does something he shouldn't. Like what you might ask... Like tearing up the white paper covering the mat. That's what.

Now when you look at this next picture, look at it as a symbol. Why you might ask? Because I said so. No, I am kidding. But because it is a symbol of my growing up. It may be odd but it is a true story.

 The squirrel. Whenever my father bought this squirrel I was terrified of it. I was probably 8 and the thing just scared me. Simple as that. I remember whenever he first brought it home. He set it up on his bed and called me into the bedroom to look at it. I cried in terror because the thing just looked as though it would come alive and eat me. Though now it has broke a few pieces off, it is the oddest thing still till this day. But it doesn't scare me like it used to. I grew up from that. I grew up from having fears over little things. To now having fears over more grown-up things like finances or being a good mom. But I think to myself, I do not need to fear. Because God is in control. I think having fears as a little kid grows you to be more responsible as you age. Because after awhile you usually realize what you feared wasn't so scary after all. There you go, you have just embarked a stem of responsibility. Good job. Now this squirrel as odd as it looks, is no fear of mine no more.

Social Networking Advertisiment

Now I am one of those mammas that never really had much to do with social networks. Since I was a teenager that is. But guess what? I caved in..

I see how big it has become and everyone advertises on it, so I thought I would join in on it.

So... *drum beat* I am on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Pinterest. You will see the links to the right >>> so go like and follow! I really want to improve this blog and the only way to do so is getting more readers. So please please please follow and like raisingme on the social networks.

Oh... and don't forget Google+ (;

Thank you!

One last thing.. you can always email me. I would love to hear from you all! You will find that to the right as well.
That's right I set you guys up! Don't worry!

Okay, toodles now. Promise.

Not Another Post About Eating Leaves...

I want to start this post by saying I usually love Wednesday's but today's Wednesday has really just been non-stop and for lack of a better word, bleh. My son, I guess, is going through his terrible two's a wee bit early. Today he has been getting into every little thing, throwing tantrums, throwing things and just being naughty. Oh and he has tore open half of his Christmas presents. Which is not a good thing with Santa being just around the corner. I love walking in Wal-mart and hearing parents tell their children when they are naughty in the the story, "Be good. Santa is watching you." The children suddenly stop throwing a fit and straighten up. -- Love it. I don't recall me ever truly believing in Santa. I mean, I am sure I did earlier in life, but it is hard for my mind to remember. I remember on Christmas Eve my parents would hire a Santa to come to our house and we would throw little parties with all the kids. We would sit on his lap as he handed out one present to each of us. Later on.. I found out that the parents were giving these presents to Santa to hand out, that Santa didn't know from the little lists that we made all year long and sent him. I can also recall a eating carrots because my mother always told me that if I would eat enough carrots, I could see Santa on his sleigh on Christmas Eve. So yes, there I was eating carrots staring out my window waiting for Santa. -- I never saw him. But I believe having your child believing in Santa is important. It teaches them to believe in something they can't see. I also believe it helps a child become creative. The mind can do such amazing things in their little noggins.

Today was an odd day. Because for the past couple weeks it has been heater on and coats and gloves when you go outside. Today was different. Today was jacket weather. So my son and I decided to relax outside. He loves playing outside.

Usually I take him our barefooted. But finally I told myself he needs to wear shoes. No matter how hard it will be for me to put them on him. Or no matter if he tries to take them off. He needs to have shoes on his feet today. So it humored me watching him try to walk in them.

I love this photo. I love living in the country. You look out the front window to this every morning, it's beautiful. I never thought seeing a herd of cows can be so exciting, but it is. Dorrian even loves it. Right now I am trying to teach him to say "moo." Once he has it down, it will be the cutest thing ever.

I managed to capture a photo of him with his hood on. Secret is, the whole time I was trying to do this, he was trying to pull it off. He hates having things on his head, I don't understand it. But at least I caught one, a decent picture at that. Today I instagramed a photo for The Ellen Show, because she posted an instragram for a picture of a baby in a santa hat. It took me an hour to get one shot. He would pull his hat off, run around or just not look at the camera. Finally though, I captured a photo. So I only hope we will win. If not I got a pretty cute photo of him in a santa hat.

Dorrian loves trees. He enjoys nature. Just like me, I suppose. The outdoors are just so beautiful and breathtaking. I feel as though you enter another world whenever you walk outside from being inside. 

Well, seven more days until Christmas. I am so excited. I can not wait to see his face whenever he sees all of his presents. Funny how the Christmas excitement changes whenever you have children from "Oh, I can't wait to see what presents I have!" to "Oh, I can't wait to see what my kids think of their presents!"

Merry Christmas. Go make yourself a glass of eggnog and relax, I am sure your feet are hurting from all of the shopping and decorating!

Lesson of the Day: Do not under any circumstances put your Christmas presents under your tree before Christmas. 

Christmas Light Stolls

Saturday night consisted of a nice drive through our village's Christmas lights. I very much enjoyed the lights as a kid because they were always so creative. We decided to do this from the warth of our car rather than go to the parade and stand outside in 30 degree weather. -- No thank you. My son loved them! Nana and papa sat holding him while we drove through.

 The truck's brake lights in front of us blinded our vision for awhile.

This was my favorite set up... because well, you don't see it much. It is obviously a christian depiction and reminds you of what Christmas is truly all about. I loved it. 

I'm sorry but isn't this just the cutest thing ever? I had a hard time remembering the reindeer's names but I will learn them! Eventually...

 The message says it all. God Bless The USA.

 I love this. Thank the troops. My husband enjoyed this most out of it all.

Now ending with.... DUN DUN DUN. -Jaws theme music insert-

My son's goofy smile. Always cheers me up. I love it. I don't really know why he does it, but he does it... and it's the cutest thing ever. Oh... and the husband fed him chocolate pop tarts for breakfast. TIP OF THE DAY: Don't let a man that eats half a box of oreos for a bedtime snack decide what's healthy for your toddlers breakfast....

Enjoy your holidays!

Vote! Oh please vote!

So as it appears I have just started this blog within the last two weeks. I have just found a great website called Top Baby Blogs that I joined and got accepted! They allow moms, daddies and whoever else that wants to blog about their little ones have a account. They give you a banner for your blog that allows your viewers to click and vote for the blog. Which later down the road helps you blog build! Which is what I am aiming for. I enjoy blogging very much, it allows me to be myself. I want to reach out to everyone I can and have my blog grow. So that eventually I can write a book and even start a shop! So please help me! Vote for my blog on the right side of my page you will see a banner. Click and vote positive for me. I would just love it if you did.

God bless!

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Little Wonders

I have yet to completely grasp the fact that I am a mother. -- I am a mother, I am a mother -- I repeat to myself thinking maybe I will start understanding it all. I think of my life before I had Dorrian, but it seems so cloudy. Having him embarked me with a new lifestyle and well frankly, a new everything. I think of my childhood, as a little girl. You know the little girl, that played with barbies, thinking hers were beauty pagent material and wanted to brag about it to all the other  little girls. I think about how my mind was wired back then, I never once thought 11 years later from that I would have my own baby. My real life pooping, crying and breathing baby. No, not the Amazing Ally doll that we all begged our parents to get us for Christmas. -- A real one. I love him. Oh boy, do I love him. I have never been able to say that word, love, with so much passion and confidence. Such a strong word when used in the proper manner. My son. Oh, I love those words.

Funny enough, a day before the "ice storm" hit us I was able to squeeze in a few pictures of us outside. It was almost 80 degrees outside. Oh, Texas, you and your strangely bipolar weather conditions.

His little smile behind the binkie that will soon go bye-bye. I love it. c:

24 hour later. Well, actually not even that. I woke up to the ice monster that took over almost all of the south borders of the U.S. I looked out my window amazingly to see this.

Here is it about 5 days later and it still looks like this. It has caused me to literally be stuck in the house for days now, but on the plus side I had fun with redneck sledding with my husband. Redneck sledding-sledding with a shovel and a rope. There you go, learned a new word. Try it, it's fun. Even though it was ice, not snow. Not even a little bit of it was snow, can you believe it? It was still fun. Finals week this week for my college, but I have been iced it and campus has been closed so no finals for me until Monday. Hooray! 

I will end this post with a toodles and a bow. Christmas is coming up! I am still in preparation for the holidays. Googling new treats to try for Christmas. Even though I hate baking, I am still willing to try! 

Stay warm!