Grateful fer my job. Another one of those things that has taught me A LOT.
Love the kids and people I work with...
Holla!
11.10.2010
11.09.2010
11.08.2010
Gratitude Day Eight
Grateful fer funny. I love to laugh.
But, I've noticed that raising kids makes me serious. I need to laugh more.
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But, I've noticed that raising kids makes me serious. I need to laugh more.
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11.07.2010
Gratitude Day Seven
Today I am grateful fer my in-laws. ALL of them! I am surrounded by the best people.
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11.06.2010
Gratitude Day Six
Glad my kids let me sleep until 7:30 this morning. I'm grateful fer lazy days!
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11.04.2010
Gratitude Day Five...
I'm 3 hours early! I hope it still counts...
This gratitude post, has to do with the future. I'm hoping that in about 20 years from now, I'll be able to say,
But for now, we'll just let him be the princess of his choice.
Sydney always has the best (unprompted) poses.
This picture might evoke the question,
"Do pirates actually wear snow boots?"
To which I would reply,
"Only in this economy. "
This gratitude post, has to do with the future. I'm hoping that in about 20 years from now, I'll be able to say,
"I'm grateful my youngest child is still a man."
But for now, we'll just let him be the princess of his choice.
Sydney always has the best (unprompted) poses.
This picture might evoke the question,
"Do pirates actually wear snow boots?"
To which I would reply,
"Only in this economy. "
Gratitude Day Four
I'm grateful fer these folks:
Everybody's got 'em. But I've got the best ones.
My parents are Strong, United, Generous, Loving, Thoughtful, Faithful, Healthy, Sincere, and Dedicated to their Family. I'd say they molded me into a pretty decent person...and I now know (being a parent myself) that raising a good family does not just happen. It takes sacrifice, patience, time, work, prayer and unconditional love.
Thanks Mom and Dad for sacrificing every day to be the best!
One of these days, I'm gonna get these Southern folks to move closer to me! Probably not any time soon, though. It may have to come in the form of a mission call.
Everybody's got 'em. But I've got the best ones.
My parents are Strong, United, Generous, Loving, Thoughtful, Faithful, Healthy, Sincere, and Dedicated to their Family. I'd say they molded me into a pretty decent person...and I now know (being a parent myself) that raising a good family does not just happen. It takes sacrifice, patience, time, work, prayer and unconditional love.
Thanks Mom and Dad for sacrificing every day to be the best!
One of these days, I'm gonna get these Southern folks to move closer to me! Probably not any time soon, though. It may have to come in the form of a mission call.
11.03.2010
Gratitude Day Three
Grateful fer my warm, cozy bed. It's calling my name right now.
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11.02.2010
An Attitude of Gratitude
It has recently come to my attention that my friend, Morgan, issued a challenge to post one thing you're grateful for each day for the month of November. I'm already two days behind. Which is why I'm grateful for procrastination.
But seriously folks.
Trace, Sydney and Nash. Not only was I blessed to be the mother of these little ones, but they were sent to me healthy, smart, funny, talkative, creative, loving, and full of personality. They are miracles and they make me a better person (most days).
I just hope I don't mess them up too bad.
Tyler. I am so grateful that I chose Tyler to be my husband. Cheesy. I'm sorry.
I have grown immensely in our 11 years of marriage because of him.
He has taught me...
But seriously folks.
Day One:
Trace, Sydney and Nash. Not only was I blessed to be the mother of these little ones, but they were sent to me healthy, smart, funny, talkative, creative, loving, and full of personality. They are miracles and they make me a better person (most days).
I just hope I don't mess them up too bad.
Day Two:
Tyler. I am so grateful that I chose Tyler to be my husband. Cheesy. I'm sorry.
I have grown immensely in our 11 years of marriage because of him.
He has taught me...
how to be more confident.
how to be more generous.
not to sweat the small stuff (and it's all small stuff).
not to sweat the small stuff (and it's all small stuff).
about politics (still working on that).
how to be a better communicator (really still working on that).
how to be more positive (will always be working on that).
I'm a work in progress.
I'm a work in progress.
10.30.2010
Kids
Two stories worth mentioning:
#1
I was sitting with Nash having lunch today and he said, "Mom, I am a beautiful girl." Usually this would just make me laugh. But, because of the following list, I'm starting to worry...
#2
About 2 weeks ago, the kids were playing outside and Sydney left Trace's scooter behind my car. Sydney went missing, and Trace was on the hunt. Once he found her, he herded her out to the garage where his scooter was left in a predicament.
This is when Tyler caught his eldest son sounding much like himself...
Trace steered Sydney to the crime scene and in a stern voice said, "Sydney! This is the kind of crap I'm talking about!", and he pointed to his vulnerable scooter.
Sydney decided not to let his tone of voice offend her, and she fluttered away as if she could not hear him.
The End.
#1
I was sitting with Nash having lunch today and he said, "Mom, I am a beautiful girl." Usually this would just make me laugh. But, because of the following list, I'm starting to worry...
- Nash's favorite color is PINK. He fights with Sydney over the pink plates, bowls, etc.
- Nash's favorite book was once Pinkalicious. We haven't read it in awhile for obvious reasons.
- Nash likes to play with dolls. He also likes to play house and be the mom.
- Nash wants to be Cinderella for Halloween (I think we are going to let him indulge in this, purely for the laughs). Pictures to come!
#2
About 2 weeks ago, the kids were playing outside and Sydney left Trace's scooter behind my car. Sydney went missing, and Trace was on the hunt. Once he found her, he herded her out to the garage where his scooter was left in a predicament.
This is when Tyler caught his eldest son sounding much like himself...
Trace steered Sydney to the crime scene and in a stern voice said, "Sydney! This is the kind of crap I'm talking about!", and he pointed to his vulnerable scooter.
Sydney decided not to let his tone of voice offend her, and she fluttered away as if she could not hear him.
The End.
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