Thursday, September 29, 2011


It's been a while. We've been busy, I'm still fighting a sickness of some sort, and Pinterest has not been cooperating consistently.

Let me just say OUCH. I don't know how this lady said it was virtually pain-free. Maybe I let mine dry too much? I don't know but I do know that I do not need to get threaded anytime soon. I ended up having to wash a lot of it off because it was just too painful to keep peeling. Next time (if there is a next time), I will just use it on my nose.

I would like to try this. My face has been breaking out like crazy lately and I do not know why. I hardly ever get a pimple, much less break out, so this has been ridiculous.

Let me just say YUM. Maybe this would help me deal with my breakouts better. :-)

Yep, this just about describes me perfectly.

Yes, I know I've already used this on a previous PT5, but I am making it this weekend...I'll post a pic and let you know just how much of a PITA it really is.

Monday, September 19, 2011


Today I am struggling. Some days are better than others. Some days I only think about wanting a 2nd child a couple times throughout the day, other days I can't seem to think about anything if everything I read, watch, see, or do causes me to obsess over the huge void I feel in my life. Pretty much everyone I know has more than 1 child, if that's what they wanted, or at least if they only have 1, their child is still much younger than Logan or they're at least expecting. Some people are okay with one child, and that is great for them. I am not one of them. I am sad for Logan that he doesn't have a playmate other than me. I read other people's blogs, facebook updates, etc., and see pictures or cute stories about them playing together and I ache. I ache for Logan to have that connection and I ache to complete my family. I know that I can go back to the doctor and attempt fertility treatments again and *possibly* solve the problem. I know this. Believe me, I have this battle with myself just about every day. To treat or not to treat?

But 5 years ago, I was newly pregnant...a surprise, unexpected pregnancy, but a very much welcome one. One that did not require medication, constant analyzing, or ridiculous fertility treatment expenses. I know more about my body now than I ever knew before, which is not necessarily a good thing. Are my problems new? Or did I have these issues prior to becoming pregnant with Logan and just got lucky? What if I am not meant to get pregnant again? If Logan came about by surprise, then maybe that's just how it's supposed to be. Do I want to tempt fate by medically formulating a pregnancy? Is it necessary or am I just being impatient? Everyone tells me it's His timing, not mine. But how long am I supposed to wait? At this point, even if I do get pregnant relatively soon, Logan will be heading off to Kindergarten and it will be like having an only child again (at least during school hours) and their age difference wouldn't allow to them to be able to really play together for at least a couple years.

I worry about what Logan is missing out on by not having a sibling. I had a brother and a sister, we were each about 2 years apart. I am the middle child. Sure, as kids and teenagers, we didn't love each other, but we were always there for each other. A playmate, a companion, or someone to pick on at least. Someone to play with at the park if there weren't any other kids, someone to make mud pies with in the backyard, or someone to dress up in silly clothes (my brother was a great sport...Heather and I had a blast dressing him in girls' clothes).

So, yes, I desperately want another child, but it's not just for me. I want Logan to have a sibling. I want to at least be pregnant, if not have a newborn, by the time he goes off to Kindergarten next year. So, I guess that's my timeline. I don't know at what point I will go back to the fertility doctor, but I am guessing it will be sooner than later. I don't know how much longer I can stand feeling this way. Sorry for the long post, I just had to get this off my chest. Any advice/suggestions/personal stories are always welcome, as they typically help me remember I am not alone in this journey.

Friday, September 16, 2011

A Day in the Life

I saw this idea over at Baby Rabies and thought it would be fun and also remind me to enjoy the little things. You're supposed to take a picture every hour, not posed or planned, just snap a pic of what you're doing. I think I was supposed to set an alarm to remind me to take a picture at the same time every hour, but I didn't. But I think I did pretty good. Actually I took a lot more than 1 every hour. I like to think I am pretty good about documenting the big things in our life and Logan's milestones, etc., but this challenge made me appreciate our every day life, boring and mundane as it may be. Although today was actually busier than normal, and it wasn't at all planned that happened very last minute when my sister decided to come join us for the day.

Friday, September 16, 2011

8:32 am
Every morning he crawls into my bed and announces "It's sunny outside. Let's go eat bressast." And rubs my "cold arm."

9:29 am
Playing his new Jewel Train game that I downloaded *for free* thanks to a surprise email from Leapfrog. :)

10:49 am
For the first time in forever, it wasn't balls hot outside, so my sister and I took him to Kidzville in Colleyville.

11:24 am
Playing in the sandbox...he came home with sand in every crevice.

12:34 pm
Lunch at Taco Bueno. He was attacking Aunt Hewwer with nacho cheese kisses.

1:12 pm
Headed to Wal-Mart for craft supplies for his Who's Who school project. And stuff for Nutella Puppy Chow.

3:00 pm
Finally back home after stalking the people who were looking at our house. It's on the market, so it's legit...just getting annoying when we have to stay out of the house.

3:54 pm
Nutella puppy chow time...along with some Magic School Bus

5:09 pm
Hiding under the blanket with Aunt Hewwer. There was lots of giggling. He's not a great hider. :)

6:16 pm
Mom of the Year dinner consisting of his leftover nachos from lunch in front of more Magic School Bus.

7:26 pm
Bathtime. "Can you see me Mommy?"

8:23 pm
Daddy's home. Wrestle time. This was just before he hit his mouth on Daddy's head and did even more damage to his already-gray tooth. That tooth has a death wish.

10:00 pm
Pinterest time. Yes, I am looking at Angry Birds pins. Logan wants to be the Bomb.

10:54 pm
Sweet sleeping baby boy.


So it's been over a week since I've done a PT5...and it's been almost as long since I've been on Pinterest. It's been a busy week and I *still* haven't completely gotten over my sickness, so I have been getting to bed pretty early. So my PT5 is from the past week of my random, short-lived 'pinning' sessions.

As a matter of fact, I know this all too well. This may, in fact, be a little low.

Love this. I wonder how/if I could make this so I don't have to shell out $35 for this...not that I would. I'm pretty cheap. Although I know mine wouldn't look as cute.

I'm absolutely doing this with Logan this year.

Yum. Can't wait for *permanent* cooler weather, not just this week-long tease and then back to the 100's crap.

So Logan is still set on being the Angry Birds' Bomb for Halloween, so I guess I need to start figuring something out. And by I, I mean my sister with a little help from me. :)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Learning Curve

Today was day 2 for Logan at his new MDO. When I picked him up, he was sitting with his classmates on the rug listening to a story. He saw me and started gathering his things. One of his teachers touched my arm and wanted to tell me that there was a note in his folder and that he didn't get a sticker. Apparently he threw a piece of wood or wood chips in the direction of a couple teachers and then later threw a cracker across the table at lunch. His teachers talked to him and he apologized but he had to move his pin to red...which means no sticker. Now, as a former teacher, I take this really hard. Probably harder than I should...I'm pretty sure I hold him to a much higher standard than is even appropriate, but I can't help it. I do not want my kid to be "that kid." Of course we discussed it on the way home and he apologized and promised to get a sticker on Thursday. I asked him if he was happy he had to move his pin to red. He said "Yeah, I feel happy!" So I don't know that he fully understands what it means to move your pin yet. I explained it to him and told him that if he has to move his pin, then Mommy would not be happy. He typically is very sensitive to my reactions/emotions toward him, so I am hoping that will stay in the back of his mind. Is that too harsh for a 4-year-old?

Once that discussion was over, he proceeded to sing a "Days of the Week" song and then ran up to me and said "Mommy, I can spell red! R-D-E, red. That spells red. Fire trucks, stop signs are red!" So cute. I helped him with the correct spelling and we sang it a couple more times. He also told me he went to a secret playground where he got sand in his shoes and also went to Chapel and Spanish...but he made sure to tell me that he doesn't have to say the words if he doesn't want to. He also brought home some "B" pages that he traced and was able to tell me several "B" words.

So day 2 had it's good parts and bad. I am hoping Thursday is much better for him and I hope that I can get used to him having the occasional bad day. I think I am so used to teaching K-2 students (some who had some pretty severe behavior problems), that I forget that he is only 4 and needs to be disciplined differently. One bad day does not equal a bad kid. I know this. I guess I am just scared that I haven't done my job as a mom if he acts out at school, even though I know it is perfectly normal. He is learning, just as I am learning. We'll get there. Eventually.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Pre-K Favorites

I actually did something that I 'pinned' from Pinterest! When I saw this, I knew I wanted to do it for Logan, but wasn't sure how...but I'm so proud of myself for figuring it out. Fotoflexer made it super easy.

I took another picture without the antlers, but his smile wasn't nearly as cute and this shows more of his silly personality. I love it! I still can't believe he's in Pre-K. He's getting too big too fast. Last night he was doing addition on the computer (Team Umizoomi game) and using his fingers to add. It was so cute and I can't believe how smart he is.

At the age of 4 you:
  • can count to 20 (higher with help)
  • know all of your letters and most of the sounds
  • are a rhyming fool
  • love Scooby Doo and Magic School Bus
  • are very close to learning to read--you ask what words are all the time
  • love playing on your Leapster Explorer
  • can do beginning addition
  • are a master at computer games
  • love to play Angry Birds--you can beat levels we can't
  • love going to the library and picking out books and movies
  • love doing workbooks, especially the mazes
  • would call Aunt Heather everyday and ask her to bring you donuts if you could
  • love telling jokes
  • love to dance and tackle/wrestle with your daddy
  • love going to McDonalds
  • love playing with Reagan
  • are very loveable--giving me more hugs and kisses than I can count every day
  • are in the Zebra class at Southlake Christian Preschool 2 days/week
  • weigh 36 lbs and are 40 inches tall
  • size 12 shoe
  • size 4T tops and shorts, 5 Slim pants (still a little big, but need the length)
We can't imagine our life without make us laugh every day. I am so glad I get to stay home and enjoy you every single day.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


Being sick sucks. Especially over a holiday weekend when you are not at home. Although because we were at my aunt's house and there were tons of people there to entertain Logan, I was able to sleep for about 36 hours straight (pretty much). I am certainly better than I was, but not 100% yet...I hate being sick. Anyway, I finally have the time/energy to post again, so here goes.

So cute. It would make a cute keychain, too. When Logan actually starts really drawing things, I am going to have to do this.

I really should try this...Logan loves his chocolate milk.

I wish my current laundry room was big enough for something like this. Our next one will be if I have my way.

This would be even better, but large laundry rooms are hard to come by. I basically only have a closet now, anything would be an upgrade.

Source: via Whitney on Pinterest

OMG. Seriously. My ovaries literally just twitched from the cuteness of this dress. Yes, I would take any baby at this point, but I NEED A GIRL. :) Boys just can't pull cutesie holiday wear off. Sorry to break it to you, but just no.