crazy, as usual

been a nutso few days.

Brent and I celebrated our anniversary saturday. six years have flown by in our lives. got some gorgeous flowers, and as soon as i find the one i want, an armoire for the living, and a new flat screen. then finally the big black beast shall move upstairs. yay.

been sick all weekend. blech.

serene and the kids came up for the weekend. loves it. wish they lived closer. em stayed an extra night, and i took her home last night.

kiddie birthday party. my fab husband actually took both the kids to it since i felt like i was going to die.

wish i had a camera. praying i'll have it by wednesday.

had a tastefully simple party friday. good times with girlfriends + good food = good times.

had two soccer games. this coming weekend will be the last for the season for cameron, and i'm a tad thrilled.

finally made a pool decision. met with one saturday, and then another tonight and signed a contract. they'll be digging a big hole in our backyard come monday. swimming for new year's- yay!

2 days til halloween. wow.

4 days til i leave for chicago. wow wow.

totally snuck up.

can't wait for the fabulous weekend- seems so surreal to meet everyone FINALLY!

a new one...

finally got it finished... it's done with a lot of stuff from Simply Obsessed's kit for September (leftovers that were courtesy of Brandy!)

out of desperation...

I've been browsing through my pictures... going a month with no camera is quite devestating.

Anyways, found some funny pics from August that were cracking me up- I had forgotten that I had taken them. I haven't taken many pictures of anyone on the trampoline. As you can imagine, it's hard to get a good one with everyone bouncing every which way. But I think my husband likes to relive his childhood dream of being some kind of acrobat when he's out there on it- he can clear the top of the cage no problem, and do all kinds of crazy flips on it. This thing has definitely been a family bonding element- we're constantly out on it cracking up.

After having two kids though, I have to tell ya, the bladder just isn't what it used to be... you think you're fine, until you going jumping on a tramp....

These aren't fabulous- it was around dusk, which is not optimal picture taking time, but they made me smile...it was the end of summer, when Em was staying with us. Miss her!

our house has grown...

by one child :)

As much as I wish I could say,"I'm not chubby, I'm pregnant"....


I cannot.

Our nephew Ethan is on loan to us for a couple of days. yay! such an awesome baby, and the kids LOVE him! Cameron this morning woke up and said,"This is such a great surprise Mom!" and then later,"This is like having that baby brother I always wanted!"

I told him to repeat that to his dad.

Megan is little mommy. Always helping and letting you know exactly what Ethan is doing.

VERY loudly.

"MOMMY!! MOMMY!! EAN SEEPING!!!"

Not anymore chicka, not anymore. :)

Dear Hubby,

I love you. I want you to know that.

I love you so much that last night, I fought the urge with every bone in my body to push, knudge, kick, or wake you up over your SNORING.

I didn't bother you because I knew you didn't feel good. I love you that much.

I listened to your symphony of snoring that you intermittenly woke yourself up with.

I didn't even do my usual dead fish flop. (For anyone who is married to a snorer, especially one who you pat, then knudge, then push, then kick, then finally yell,"ROLL OVER" only to have them say,"You don't need to be SO rude" the technique is great. Flop around on the bed like a dying fish, then lay very still with your eyes shut. Hubs wakes up, looks around, and ROLLS OVER. It's awesome.) Now my gig is up, since my husband reads this blog regularly, but that's okay. It's my duty to inform the wives of America. My PSA for today.

Anyways, my dear husband, I just wanted you to know how deep my love goes for you. So deep I sacrifice my own sleep to let you get the rest you need when your sick.

Now that's love.

Brandy inspires..

and I finally took a stab at an 8 1/2 by 11. simple, but works well for my 12 on the 12th layouts... might just make the album this way...

this is for May of 2007:

It's official.

Megan's going to be a dragon. I ordered her costume today. It has a purple belly and purple wings, so I figure I'll make her a big purple bow to go on top!

After her moments today, I just decided the 'princess' thing is just not her gig.

Like when she got into Brandy's purse, and smeared an entire bottle of lotion all over herself, the couch, and all over Brandy's purse.
Granted, they all have a wonderful citrus smell now.

Yes, and that was just the beginning of the day...

How do you...

move past missing what you thought was, and who you thought someone was?
How do you move forward with a relationship with someone, when you've realized they are not at all the person you've thought they were?
Is there an ability to make your brain go numb?
does anyone know of any book I can read?
are you tired of reading my retarded questions that make no sense?

in other not so insanity inducing moments, do you think a little girl can be a dragon for Halloween? Because with Cam being a knight, I was going to do the damsel thing, but thought it was a little odd, and I think both the kids would love the dragon.... maybe a dragon with a bow...

I'm a second guesser...

habitually.

about everything.

I'm constantly wondering if I'm forever damaging my children. In the extremes too- "Will Cameron never go to college because we didn't do a craft this week?" "Is Megan going to be obese as an adult because I don't stop her enough from digging in the garbage?"

Most of the time I can laugh at myself, but the last few months have been a major crossroads for me. With something that really only I can figure out what is best for the future, and whichever way I go, it will drastically affect our lives.
The message in church today was about giving of ourselves, with our full heart. It made me really think about everything, and the actions and things I've done over the last couple of months.
So, at what point is do your values, and self-worth, overtake giving of yourself? When do you stop giving of yourself? When it's a one way road, and nothing is returned, when do you stop? And when you are disrespected, and not valued as a human being, does that overrun the urge to put yourself out there, and do "what's right?" What is right, anyways? What I had thought was right was not at all what I thought it was. I know, I make no sense.
All I know is at the core of it all, I want my children to know that they have honest, caring people in their lives around them, that show them how to value themselves, and respect themselves, and expect the same from others. Period.

In other, much more comical news, my not always so bright husband bid on a fish tank at Cam's fall festival, and won it. Because I didn't really think I cleaned enough after people and animals around here. Now I get to clean fish poop.
Speaking of poop, our daughter dropped a load in the living room tonight. yes. Potty training rocks. She stared at it and screamed "EEWWWWWW" and then when back to chewing on her candy necklace in all her nekked glory. Whoever always said that girls were easier than boys LIED.
Oh, and Megan has some booo-tiful stripes on her bedroom walls. it looks awesome! And NO peeps, I have no crappy camera! So pics will have to wait!

dude.

well, well... another Friday is here.

seriously cracks me up whenever I hear Rita say "Dude." Because I can just about swear on my life that the word did not come out of her mouth much before she starting hanging around Brandy and I. I can't help but laugh whenever she says it.

Got new hair today. Fall hair. Must be one hot chick for Chicago!

I'm an official Soccer PTA mom. Ewww. And yet, I like it. Hmm... it has come to this. As I dropped off the basket for the silent auction this morning that will be at the Fall Festival I'm volunteering at tonight, of which I shall be pooped from when I get home, only to get up in the morning and go to Cam's soccer game. Who knew?

I'm feeling ADD-ish when it comes to the stuff that I need to work on. A total aversion, if you will. I have no idea why, but I want to work on anything BUT what needs to be done.

Painters coming tomorrow to paint Meg's room, master bath and guest room. yay. Our house will officially be fully painted then. in colors I actually like anyways. rock on.

My daughter is speaking like there's no tomorrow. I will cry the day she stops saying "I want hold you" with her arms up. Talk about tug at the heart. She's also randomly working on potty training. I should say that I am randomly working on potty training. It's just not something you wake up in the morning and say, "Huh. I feel like potty training a child today, and cleaning up lots of messes while spending the majority of the day in the bathroom. yay!"

That's it really. I still have my 12 on the 12th of September to post, but haven't gotten around to it. I won't be doing 12 on the 12th this month, because I have NO CAMERA. Boo. hiss.

Oh, anyone seen any really cute princess/damsel in distress costumes? Megs still needs a costume, and I figured since Cameron's going to be a knight, I'll have them match this year for the first time.

two new ones...

that were for some challenges over at Scraplover's this weekend...

Kraft paper anyone? :) I'm pretty sure I could be okay if I never could touch another piece of cardstock except Kraft... how boring am I?

In case anyone is wondering, I'm FREAKING OUT over not having my camera. It's like I'm hypersensitive to all these missed moments that are lost forever since I didn't capture it. Boo. Another week, and hopefully I'll have it back.

We're having a birthday bash!

Happy 2 year birthday to Scraplovers! We're having a crop all weekend long to celebrate, with fun games, challenges and fabulous prizes! Come check it out!

One Life

This layout is for the Scrapfaith blog-

my challenge this month was to create a layout about my core beliefs in 5 statements or less.