Red Flags

For as long as I can remember I have been picking at my nail quick skin and clipping off parts of my callus feet skin with nail clippers.  I have a condition called dermatillomania .  I assume it is a way to release anxiety.  

I can tell I’ve had anxiety problems way far back than I originally thought.  I’m pretty sure I was dealing with the dermatillomania when I was around 8-10 years old.  My grandmother noticed it once…I don’t even remember what she said to my mom about it.  I probably lied about what I’d been doing.  I wonder what they thought.  

Sometimes I go over and over and over my childhood and try to remember why I would be doing that so young- but it’s all really hazy.  The really good times are vivid, and the really bad times are vivid.  Not much in-between that, do I recall.  I think that I will carefully watch Harper to try to recognize any signs like I had.


Well there, I’m out of the closet.  Cat’s out of the bag.  Boom!


Nighty night,




I’ve found myself very anxious over my next trip to the fertility clinic.  They are going to do an ultrasound on my ovaries to make sure that everything is healthy down under.

I’m not sure why I’m so incredibly anxious…maybe it’s the trip.  I know it’s a trip there, then right back home and it’s quiet a few hours to be alone in a car.  But then again, I’ve always been a nervous person.  Always.  Those selfish thoughts of being told that my body won’t produce the eggs of a normal women…that maybe I am damaged inside…that those 2 weeks of injections are going to effect my mood…

Just worries.  Today I’ve stewed in it and picked my lips until they bled, in addition to chewing the quick around my nails completely off.  (It’s my version of biting my nails I guess.)

Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT having second thoughts about doing it.  I’m so hopeful that my recipient family will obtain a child with my donation, or even better, MULTIPLES!

Until a later day,


Reader questions weekend!

Do you have any time/hassle saving tips for new mothers?

  1. When I change Harper’s diaper, I ALWAYS place a clean diaper underneath the dirty one before I start to change. This way, it’s already in place AND if there is an accident- it just hits the backup diaper! It’s such a life saver.
  2. Change her diaper while she is eating a nighttime bottle (now that she can hold it herself). That way I don’t make her angry for messing with her while she’s trying to go back to sleep. Distraction is key here, people!
  3. We ALWAYS make sure Harper is fed before we bring ourselves up food to eat.
  4. Keep diapers and wipes in EVERY room that you change the baby in!
  5. When feeding solid foods, place a towel underneath so that all spills hit the towel. And BE PATIENT. So many people get frustrated when the baby makes faces, or doesn’t eat as fast as they’d like….in turn, they give-up and say “oh she didn’t like the food you sent her” or “she’s probably just not hungry.” YOU KNOW WHEN YOUR BABY IS HUNGRY. I know. Harper has a hard time eating while there are loud noises or distractions around. And sometimes she legit doesn’t like a certain type of food. In that case we pick her favorite and mix a little of what she doesn’t like in the good stuff.

Is your body back to the same as it was before pregnancy?

I am back to my pre pregnancy weight, in fact I was under 130 for the first time in 2 years last week. YAHOO! But…NO…my body isn’t the same. If it were the same, I could fit into all of my old clothes. This is simply impossible with most of them. EVEN though I’m back to my old weight. My hips are killing me, so I’m just hoping that they hurt from moving back into place.

When did you start baby foods, and what are the best/favorites? Do you give her any table food?

We started stage 1 baby foods at 5 months. It took about 3 days for her to learn how to eat like a pro. Now, she eats stage 2 foods – she LOVES Gerber’s new apples with vanilla. I can mix ANYTHING in that stuff and she will devour it! Sometimes she will eat two jars in one sitting! She really loves carrots too! We are still not ready to give her any table food yet. Some people have made fun of us or tried to make ME feel stupid for not allowing her table food, but she’s my baby and what I say goes. If someone can’t abide by my requests, I simply will lose all trust in them and stay as far away as possible.

What is your daily routine?

Harper wakes up around 8:30am and we go to play for a few minutes.

0930 – She eats her breakfast.

10:00-11:00 we play until / if she gets fussy.

11:00 – if fussy, I give her a 30 minute power nap and grab some grub for myself!

11:45 – She eats AGAIN 🙂

noon-3 we play and have fun.
3- I give her a bottle and put her down for a nap.

5-530 – She wakes up and is ready to play again! I offer her food.

Her last meal is no later than 8:00 so that she will be hungry at 1030 for her last nightly mixed bottle.

She SHOULDN’T wake up until 8-9am that morning!


Have you had any problems with people respecting your wishes while they watch your baby? If so, how do you deal with that?

Yes, several times. I’ve let it go and not responded to it SEVERAL times. It’s hard to not just get furious when you know that someone is deliberately going against your wishes. Very hard. When people accidentally do things that I don’t want to happen, I know it is well-meaning. BUT when it’s a blatant disrespect of my wishes, I lose trust and build walls. Immediately. And then those people are forever tagged as possibly unsafe for my daughter. It’s a protective issue I have, I just shut people out when they purposely step on my toes.

How have the events of pregnancy and birth effected you mentally?

Well I suffered from EXTREME IRRATIONAL anxiety after birth for 2 months. Sometimes I get down on myself if I feel like I am not accomplishing much in the housework division when I take care of harper. (ya know of course everyone and their sister will tell you “Well I had 8 kids, a job, and still kept my house spotless”)…suck it. Sometimes I’m afraid that John is overwhelmed by being around both of us, and that makes me sad.

What is the hardest part of being a mother?

  • Making time for anything that isn’t baby related.
  • Trusting others with my child.
  • Taking care of how I look and my personal hygiene.
  • Studying for school, while taking care of Harper.
  • Thinking about how scary the world outside of our home is.

Are you still breastfeeding?

No, I stopped at 5.5 months. I felt SO guilty and worthless. The ONE thing I had been so good at was just disappearing, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to get it back. I feel better about it now that she is on baby food, because her poopies are more regular and normal.

Does your baby sleep through the night?

Yes. BUT ONLY RECENTLY. If yours isn’t yet, just wait, it’ll happen. Mine happened at 7 months. I was told it would happen at 3-4 months. What a let down. I am just now returning to my human self. I can get up and play at 8am now and not be bushed. It’s lovely.

How do you ensure that your baby gets a proper nap? What if you are outside of your home while the baby needs a nap?

I’ve come to the conclusion that if it’s time for her 3:00 nap, I need to be home for her to take it. Plain and simple. Nobody respects the rules of volume control when it comes to baby naps. It’s sad ,but totally true. People always told me she would be used to noise, but she isn’t. She wakes up when she hears loud conversations or doors slamming…that’s just how she rolls. So I am making an executive decision to always make sure we can be home for her big nap. In a nice QUIET place.

What baby items can you not live without now?

  • BIBs. I complained about getting 200 of these, but now I seriously go through 8 a day! So, I was totally wrong, we needed all 200.
  • Pacifiers.
  • Floor bouncer. It keeps her from getting into my food if I make a meal!
  • Button up, or Zip up sleep suits from Carter’s
  • My “momma” by Lancosh boob shaped bottles. They are the bomb! I can only find them at the pelham walmart!


That’s all for tonight!


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Tails of miss smooshy pants

How have I never thought of this?????

She freakin loves it!!!


And now I have figured out how to entertain a baby for at least an hour. Nothing better than a great american cat chase!



We may or may not have accidentally came home with these by accident. Either way, she loves them for some reason.


Yet another day has gone by where I have watched my daughter try to kill herself. She is the master of pulling things over. No bueno. I’m glad we moved the bookcase out of the play room, but apparently there are so many OTHER things she loves to get into!





This is one of my favorite moments this week. She fell asleep with me and resembled her former SMOOSHY self. I love that smoosh ball.


We figured a straight jacket would keep her from getting into everything.


We reintroduced her teething toy and clearly, it was a huge hit!


This is one of the only ways I can get her to relax and cuddle with me in my lap.


This is my favorite picture of all time so far.


Harper playing with The Daddy.


Great balls a fire!


I didn’t think of the ramifications of pigtails after removal.

Everything is happening so fast. Every single day she does something new and different. It’s a lot to keep up with! I feel like in the past 2 weeks, she has mastered:

  • Pulling up EVERY chance she gets.  She want to STAND!
  • Walking around the room hanging on to things.
  • Holding on to her sippy cup in a more efficient way.

My prediction is that she will be walking without assistance by 10 months.  Just an estimate.

In other news, I planted about 50 pumpkin seeds in my patch today.  Everyone say a quick prayer for my little seedlings.  May they produce a fun bountiful crop for harper to play in this Halloween!!  AND so we can share them with our neighbors!!!

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Much love,


Is this the attachment phase?

I’m not sure if this is it or not.

Harper wants my full undivided attention. Even if she realized I’m not looking at her she will start to scream. The job sounds easy enough…but sometimes it’s stressful to be someone’s puppet. She says dance, I dance. That’s just how life is going right now. It works, for right now. But it has become quiet the job.

Long gone are the days of eating a WARM lunch, much less a WHOLE lunch.

Completely gone are the days of me showing up to class wearing Harper’s last meal. People without kids look at my carrot stains and probably think I threw up on the way to class. I can only assume.

As far as studying goes these days, I have to do it during her nap or it won’t get done at all. If I have a BIG exam coming up, I have to leave the house. It’s hard to study even if someone else is taking care of her…because to take care of her the way she wants, you must sing and dance, of course.

As far as scholastic activities, I know my limits (I think). I don’t know if I could take on more than two classes next semester, so that’s exactly what I plan to do. After all, what is the point in taking courses you are set up to fail? NEXT- How do any full time mothers, that don’t stay at home, going to school? These women are the unicorns of society. They must take off their superwoman capes during class. I find it HARD to take ONE course. Luckily I’m not the only student in class referring to the course as hard.



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A few firsts

Harper Mack’s first pigtails!!! It was little challenging to get her hair into TWO rubber bands, I’ll tell ya that!







Her first costco trip riding in the buggy! She’s always LOVED costco…now we are taking it to the next level!


I wish I could say she ate my homework for the first time today. But it was actually the fifth time she’s eaten a biology flash card.
Every day she shows me something NEW I need to baby proof. Most of the day is spent following her around taking non baby items from her grubby little paws! Then a ginormous drama ensues. Then I show her something else. End drama.

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Have a good Tuesday!



Of course, right after I drove myself crazy, my fertility specialist called me to let me know everything is a GO so far.  I will visit their office in 2 weeks so they can get a peek at my prized ovaries and to give me all the medication I will need to inject for my August cycle.  The injections don’t bother me.  They fascinate me.  How accurate they have to be and how often they must check my blood levels to see how the hormones are directly affecting my body.  If my body responds too much to a certain thing they will ask me to skip a dose…if it doesn’t respond enough, I may get an extra dose.  (boo.)

I think that I will be excited when my next appointment rolls around because I will be so close to giving my recipient family what they need to complete their family.

I so very much want them to have that.  With every ounce of me, I want them to feel the love I am lucky enough to have.

I love the thought of them receiving a positive pregnancy test.

I love the thought of the mom being pregnant (and pray it isn’t like mine was lol).

I love them in a way.

I am attached to the HOPE that I associate with their family.

Well…off to do another load of laundry!


The news said mommy bloggers are “jumping all over this”

The Mirenda Kerr story.  She had a birth plan.  She followed it.  That’s greatness.  It really is.  I can only assume that people are talking about her in a negative way had a poorly executed birth plan and are jealous.  Birth plans hardly ever go as PLANNED.  Mine went the complete opposite.  I guess all the well since we forgot to even bring my printed copy to the hospital.

I think back about my birth plan and I definitely remember being cautious about discussing certain plans with certain people.  Ya know why?  Because they would look at me like I was crazy.  I was embarrassed about some of my birth plans and some of my post birth plans.  But I shouldn’t have been.  The people that I would be embarrassed in front of were in no position to judge how I want to have my daughter.  It’s how I want to have MY daughter not how EVERYONE ELSE wants to have my daughter.  

I thought about having a water birth.  In depth.   Some people think that’s crazy.  

I thought about whether I should hire a doula.  After watching TLC I thought she would drive me nuts.

I was ::::THIS CLOSE:::: to getting a herbalist to prepare my afterbirth into capsules that I would consume to prevent postpartum depression.  (By :::this close::::  I mean I had John convinced that we were doing this for SURE. I had contacted THE only herbalist in the area that did it. ) -EVERYONE I know except John is/would be disgusted with this.  He was the one person I KNEW was concerned about my mental health after Harper was born.  Before she was even born.  

Next time around I will not be embarrassed about any part of my birth plan. Because it’s MINE.  The people that wonder why their loved ones KEEP information from them should look further into how they REACT when the same people SHARE extra information to them.  


There- I said my piece about it.

I’m going to go eat my 3:45pm lunch.



I realize that it was only Monday that I drove to the fertility center and gave blood samples, but this place usually contacts me the next day.  They’re the kind of people that are in CONSTANT contact with their donor.  They haven’t said anything to me, even after myself sending them an email asking if they got everything they need so far from me.  This scares me.  What if something is wrong with my bloodwork?  I feel if I reach out to them again I will be an annoyance…but I’m almost driving myself crazy wondering if there is a snag.

Surely they would call me and tell me if something was WRONG…

I guess my fears are getting the best of me the past 2 days.

I heard a quote a long time ago something along the lines of : I sit here, chew on my problems like gum, then stick it in my hair.

That’s probably what’s happening here.  I would really like for someone to tell me that I’m 100% capable of producing another child for myself as well as for my donor family.

Sincerely crazy,


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Zebras unite.

I’ve always been a sucker for animal faces on the bottom of baby pants.  I gave in and bought some more since she has grown out of most of her 3 month pant sets…BUT CHECK IT: This time, they had a matching zebra to go with the outfit!!!!  EEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!





I know…I know…too early for winter furry boots. BUT they’re a size up so she can wear them in the cold weather! AND…drumroll please….THE MOMMY HAS THE SAME ONES!


We call this move “the puppy”.


She’s actually watching the Bethenny show with me intently. She has good taste. And knows when to break out her birthday suit.

Enough of all this cuteness…WHAT THE FUDGE IS UP WITH THIS GARBAGE!????



This means no more teen mom tuesdays.

No more Tosh.O.

No more Southern Nights.

No more big redneck vacation.

No more Snookie and Jwow.

I don’t know who to come at with this, but when I find out, I will be at your doorstep angrily waving my finger in front of your face.  Then I’ll smack you on the nose with a newspaper and yell “did you do this????  did you???  NO!!!”  :::smack:::

What’s even worse is viacom and direct TV are going HAM on the twitter like a couple of teenage girls picking at each other.

This better be resolved by teen mom tuesday.

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I will release the password for this once my journey is complete.

Last week I got the call.

The call letting me know that a family had picked me to be their egg donor.

A flood of emotions hit me.

Excitement, feeling honored, curiosity, hopefulness, and love mixed in with sadness and fearfulness.

I myself, am ready for another baby.  I think the sadness and fearfulness stems from that want.  I am sad that we can’t have another immediately until a few things fall into line for us.  I am fearful that the clinic will call me back and tell me I can’t produce children anymore after Harper’s birth.  Although I am entitled to them, those are both selfish feelings.

When I put my selfish feelings aside I am overjoyed that this family could possibly achieve what they’ve been dreaming of -from one of my eggs.  I wish more than anything to know if their pregnancy is a success if we go through with the process.  But that simply is not information I am allowed access to.  Donating eggs is 100% confidential.

My first time donating was much different.  I had a totally different mind set.  The reason I chose to donate was because I never planned on having children of my own.  But since I was perfectly healthy and able to produce, why not share God’s gift with others who do want children but need help?  I now often wonder if my eggs resulted in a successful birth for the family.  I’ll never know that.  I can only hope they did.

This time around I know the love a parent feels.  I DO want more, but putting my own selfish wants aside, I really want this family of which I’ve never met (and never will meet) to know the joy and love I feel for a child of their own.  This time I plan to buy a small gift for the family to give to their case worker as my congratulations (if they conceive).  This comforts me.  I want them to know that I will think of them every day and pray that they have the family they’ve always wanted.  I want them to know that they have a special place in my heart.  I’ve heard of people writing letters to their recipients and even meeting with them, but meeting them is simply not an option.  I’m actually pretty positive that I don’t want to meet them.  I would feel crushed if my donation did not work out for them.  I assume that is a reason these things are kept confidential with the agency I use.  But I am entertaining the idea of writing them a letter.  I just don’t know what words to use.  There are so many floating around in my head.

Yesterday I drove to the clinic to have a blood workup.  Hopefully everything looks good so that we can continue on the path of producing this loving family some babies!

I will keep this password protected until the process is over.



If you’ve seen my belly  photos from being pregnant you will notice that 90% of them have a little grey kitten adorning my bump.  That is Tom.  That was his spot.  It was warm…he purred to harper…and sometimes he would watch her kick him.  I was pretty sure he was fond of her.

But…….he sort of looks at her like she is an alien.  And she looks at him with excitement and the “I’m going to eat you kitty!” mentality.

Tom just realized we installed a baby gate.



























I decided we needed to get her a “practice Tom” instead of placing Tom in the torture chamber with the baby. This little guy is pretty similar to Tom, right?



















Well, hopefully he will warm up to her. It would be a huge leap for him because he doesn’t like anyone except John and I. He panics when newcomers appear at the house. I never thought he would be that way, but what can I expect after capturing a stray alley cat and forcing him to love me in a small apartment for 5 months?

I’m convinced we can further “break” Tom the alley cat.

Til then…Goodnight!


You’re a firework

I have a lot of catching up to do! I’ve been super busy between school and the holiday lately!

Harper Mack celebrated her first Fourth of July this year!

We both got up in our festive PJs and played the whole morning waiting on my parents to arrive.





Posing with the new bow Nana got for her.



She is the stars to my stripes.


The Fourth of July proved tiring for her!


Kim and Terrance before the big show!


Dana: “I pledge allegiance….”


Dana, Auntie Kay, and Daddy


Hanging out with Auntie Dana


Staring contest?

Harper missed the firework show, but for future reference…it looked a little something like this:




The next day we all headed to a Lake house that my gracious in-laws invited us to!


Harper and The Daddy hung out on the hammock while we were waiting to board the ship!


Isn’t my nephew awesome????



My beautiful niece is the one in the yellow about to go tubing!



John and Simon… peeing on each other? Who knows! They jumped ship.


My nephew about to jump back on board.

It was a BIG weekend. I must’ve been tired because on my way home from the lake house I DROVE AN HOUR IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF OUR HOUSE.

Yeah. LASIK and night driving on interstates don’t mix, people. Thank goodness Harper was asleep because it was a LONG trip home. I successfully turned a 50 minute trip into a 2 hour debacle. I blame my special eyes. But it’s probably my special brain too…

I hope your holiday had less drama than mine ended up having!!


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Sunday send off

This past Sunday we went to John’s parent’s house to send off my new extended family!  The kids had lots of fun with Harper.

The food was delish.

The weather was HOT.  So we stayed inside!  🙂




John and Ashley


Harper is trying to figure out if Allie is friend or foe.


Nina getting both of the girls!



Aubrey “helping” Harper play lol


Nina and Harper Mack


Nina and PawPaw


Harper with her Aunt Ashley




My nephew Payton

Sad that they have to leave, but glad we got to see them before they left!

Hope you all had a good sunday!


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The SEVEN month post.


You can see how much she has grown and how much her PERSONALITY has grown since month 1!!!



2 weeks, 2.5 months, 6 months



She’s finally bigger than Mr. Owl!!!

I can’t believe we have made it to month 7 already!! Everyone in the world will tell you that time flies regarding children, and they’re right. That’s the most RIGHT comment I’ve heard over 100 times! Dead on.

She used to be so smooshy…now even when she sleeps, she’s everywhere!

Actually, anywhere she is she is INTO EVERYTHING.

I can turn my head, and look back to realize she’s got a dog toy in her mouth.

Go to use the restoom and she is an inch away from plummeting off the bed.

Go to change clothes and come back to realize she can climb OUT OF the pack n play! WHAT!?

It’s all happening, all at once. All of a sudden she is getting the hang of everything!

New developments at 7 months:

  • She can crawl. It’s an army crawl, but when people say “she’s almost crawling” they’re off. She can get from A to B ASAP!!!
  • I’m not sure if it developed at 6 months or this month- but her “fear” reaction is on point. It kills me.
  • She recognizes animals and will scream out with excitement when they come up to her.
  • She has started to say : DADA, MAMA, BABA, AND NANA in the past few weeks. They aren’t intentionally focused towards people but it’s a step in the right direction!
  • She LOVES cords.
  • She’d rather play with a box than with a toy.
  • She accidentally sat up on her own from the laying down position the first 2 times this week.
  • She can pull up to a standing position. On purpose.
  • She cries when I walk away. In fact, last night when I walked away she started crying and throwing “mamamamamamama” into the cry mix! So…I didn’t get a lunch because I felt guilty walking away.
  • If I sit down in the floor she will crawl into my lap.
  • She fights sleep less.
  • She MAINLY eats baby food (and a little milk) during the day. TODAY she’s already had 15 ounces of food. I can only assume this means she’s growing.
  • She SLEEPS a good stint of SEVEN hours. This is greatness. One day she is going to give me 8 hours. I can just feel it.

Gotta go! I hear someone waking up from their nap WAY too early!!!

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Don’t jump!!!

I’m QUICKLY realizing my job of playing with my cute little baby has turned into a full on tactical team worthy venture of keeping her from killing herself.

Exhibit A. (from yesterday’s post)


First injury from exhibit A:


Exhibit B:




Good thing I was there knowing what she was capable of.  or…SPLAT!

I’ve also figured out that any kind of strings or cords are OFF LIMITS.  She grabs them, puts them in her mouth, AND ROLLS.  I know this because she was playing with some craft ribbon that I thought was harmless, only to see her wrap it around her neck!  AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!  All of my harmless things are turning into weapons.

…Gotta make sure my baby isn’t eating any chemicals now…see ya!

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Don’t jump!!!


I’m QUICKLY realizing my job of playing with my cute little baby has turned into a full on tactical team worthy venture of keeping her from killing herself. 

Exhibit A. (from yesterday’s post)



First injury from exhibit A:


Exhibit B:





Good thing I was there knowing what she was capable of.  or…SPLAT! 

I’ve also figured out that any kind of strings or cords are OFF LIMITS.  She grabs them, puts them in her mouth, AND ROLLS.  I know this because she was playing with some craft ribbon that I thought was harmless, only to see her wrap it around her neck!  AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!  All of my harmless things are turning into weapons.

…Gotta make sure my baby isn’t eating any chemicals now…see ya!


Things just got harder.

This week I am starting to realize that the “easy phase” we’d been having for the past month is slipping away from me. I could set Harper Mack up in front of a cool kids movie and she would be entertained long enough for me to go check the mail, to do a load of laundry, to make the bed, just anything simple that only takes a few minutes. TODAY – that didn’t happen.

I left her in the baby chair (BELTED TIGHT) in front of Gnomio and Juliet.

She looked like this when I went down to check the mail:





I have no idea how she did it.

She can also crawl to the tv cords and yank at them. I happens FAST. She can turn over the garbage can and start chewing on diapers. She can try to open the baby gate. She can halfway stand herself up and fall back down.

Things just got harder.

This is how I’ve been studying lately:







We can’t even lay her on our bed to go use the restroom.  I figured that out the other day.  Luckily I’m quick like a cat and caught her before her plunge to the carpet THIS TIME.  The days have ended where we can sit her down and KNOW she will be exactly in that same place when we return.

I love it, I am just scared of it. The time has already escaped me. I have thousands of pictures to prove that the time happened…thousands of memories…but it still feels like everything is going TOO fast!  Time to slow down and enjoy I think! 🙂


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The post with no pictures.

If you keep up with me you’ve noticed I’ve been slacking in the blog department. It’s just that there have been too many things going on to update it as much as when I was pregnant! AND…I lost a memory card with 200 plus photos from a great weekend in Chattanooga. So I’ve been sulking for the past few days about not having the photos to post.

I always say “pic or it didn’t happen”… What a bummer.

Our weekend was very busy. We packed up and left for TN Saturday morning and arrived for lunch with my parents, aunt, and uncle. A few hours later we found ourselves at an exciting birthday party for my best friend’s little girl! She turned 2! (I really hope I can find that memory card because right here_______ is where I would insert all the pictures from that day). They had a petting zoo at their house. Real animals. And a bunny. I want a bunny. Well, sort of. I just want to rent a bunny and snuggle it for a few hours, then return it. Is that strange? Don’t care. I’m in the market to rent a bunny.

Sunday we scurried off to our favorite brunch spot on the way home only to find that the wait was 1.5 hours. That’s not an option while traveling with a (almost) 7 month old. Actually, I don’t recommend traveling with babies (3 month-12 months) more than 1.5 hours. A friend summed it up when she made the comment that being in the car with a baby during a long trip can make you “want to jump out of a moving vehicle.” True story. It’s safe to say traveling will be at a minimum until it is no longer a problem. The 2.5 hour trip home was complicated with about a total of 30-45 minutes of screaming. Doesn’t sound like a long time does it? IT IS. YOU CAN’T ESCAPE. OR FIX IT.

We made it home just in time for me to study for THREE tests in ONE class Monday. My overall grade for the day was an A!!! 🙂 This is GREATNESS. I didn’t expect even a B to be honest. Now on to memorizing every bone in the human body!!! 🙂

Adult time

Tonight was a GREAT time to interact with real adults!  John invited me to a business dinner – and it was all sorts of fun!  Yay us!