This is me.
Sweet
pic, eh. I just took it at my brothers college
graduation. Seemed like the cool thing
to do.
I’m a 29 year old that’s technically not a true statement
but my birthday is in a few weeks so I’m gonna roll with it mom of two and
wife to one. Lover of Jesus. Dreamer of all things, do-er of none. I wish
I could live/work/breathe in a giant room of books for the rest of my
life. Relatively lazy. I don’t like things that take more than
right.freaking.now to happen. That’s a
bad thing. I like long walks on the
beach, dining under the stars in the moonlight, salsa dancing, the wilderness… Whoops, this isn’t Match.com. The jist of it is, I like things and doing
things, but only when I want to.
My Huband. I'm ashamed to say that I can't find a picture of him. I should take more. I'll add that to my list of things that I should do. The man
that I’ve loved for almost 9 years and been married to just short of 8. My polar opposite, and many, okay everyone,
in my family believes him to be a saint.
That apparently has something to do with his ability, like he had a
choice, to put up with me for this long.
Whatever, but I digress. Together
we have created two of the greatest human beings to ever walk on this planet.
This.
This is
Brody. Our first born, and currently 5
year old son. Let me tell you a little
bit about this boy. Most of what you
need to know can be summed up in one word.
Awesome. He is Awesome. He also doesn't wear any clothes. He reminds me of what happens when you drop a
Mentos candy into soda, but the lid doesn’t come off and all that reaction is
just going crazy on the inside. That’s
my boy. Too smart for my own good, and a little on the odd
side, but in the good way. He’s beyond
logical, and slightly obsessive. If he
hadn’t been created in, and birthed from my own body, I would believe he was
created by the government or some secret laboratory to test what happens when
you put so much awesome in a small little space. Alas, I am sure that he is just a regular
human. Unless he was switched in the
hospital, but that doesn’t seem likely because he was a pretty distinct looking
newborn and I think I would have noticed.
He also loves cheese, which is bad because he is quite sensitive to
dairy.
My Sweetest Sophie.
Aka Beebs. Our almost 2 year old
darling. Look at that face, those eyes,
that hair! Oh, what a sweet babe is she. If by sweet you mean she has the ability to
make even the strongest, most emotionally stable person alive crumble to their
knees and beg for mercy from her fits of “rage against the world” that are not
too frequent but enough that you will never forget when her wrath has been
released upon you. Oh yes, the sweetest
of sweet. She loves to give momma
cuddles, and makes the cutest “MMM-UAH” noise when she gives you kisses. Not that big of a fan of her dad, or many
people for that matter. A not quite 2
year old child with the attitude of a 14 year old, and the desire to have the
independence of a person raised by wolves in the wilderness. She loves shoes, baby dolls, anything girly,
other children, anything that looks incredibly dangerous, her mama, and Mickey
Mouse.