Saturday, July 16, 2011

~Swamp, Smacking, And Ice Cream~


Saturday, July 16, 2011

~Swamp, Smacking, And IceCream~

I could not be any happier than I am at this very moment.
I'm sitting in my cozy den, watching Swamp People. My husband has a slight obsession with this show. Their Cajun accent fascinates me and just imagining how bad these guys must stink makes me cringe.....so I'm okay with watching. Brad is eating ice cream, Emma is sleeping, and my other three are giggling upstairs.
*Okay, I would be a smidge happier if Brad wasn't eating icecream, because he smacks like every fourth bite. Picky, I realize, because he is a very polite eater, which is why I casually have one finger discreetly pinching my left ear closed, and am now pecking with one hand.*
I'm hyper sensitive to mouth noises, Please don't hate me. I cant help it. It may as well be fingernails on a chalkbord. bitter
ANYHOO!
Have a marvelous rest of the weekend!


Here's to life. Smacking, Swamp People, and IceCream. It's all a blessing.

~stacey

Friday, July 15, 2011

~The Making of A Man~


Friday, July 15, 2011

~The Making Of A Man~

Jake recently watched, ""Indiana Jones The Last Crusade".
You know the creepy part when the guy drinks out of the cup that he thinks will mean eternal youth but actually causes him to age in about 20 seconds and then his bones explode?        
(I know it's a little intense, but it's a great movie. And he's surrounded by so much girl stuff every day of his life, I figured a little Indiana would be right up his alley.)
Anyway, he got tickled at himself telling me how he got scared, and got goose bumps, but because it was such a short scene, he was fine and it really wasn't that bad. He proceeded to tell me however, that if that thing was real, he was going to get a hammer and sleep with it, along with a host of other weapons.
He had a great plan to go out guns blazing if necessary.
I love this boy of mine. The other day we got into a discussion about some word definitions. The word "intense" had a negative connotation to him and as a result, when I told him he was sometimes intense, he was completely taken aback by this, and a little offended. I told him, "Your Daddy can be intense. It's not a bad thing."
As soon as we figure out how to help him channel his persistence in the right direction, he will be unstoppable.winky When he learns to apply the same focus he had on finding, purchasing, and receiving his WWII helmet to his school work, August through May will be a walk in the park.


At a water park earlier this week, he rode that terrifying body slide thing. You know, the one you have to climb like eight flights of stairs to get to. The one you can't wear shoes on because they'll fly off. The one where you drop nearly straight down to the bottom. Yeah, that one. He marched right up by himself, waving to his sick-to-her-stomach, nervous mother the entire walk up. Cool as a cucumber.


He's on his way to being a warrior of a man.
But until then, he's a boy.
A boy who is learning that it's okay if you don't win Chinese Checkers.
A boy who would rather play outside than do school work.
A boy who is learning to understand little girls.
A boy who worries about thunderstorms.
A boy who, when he told me about a friend who's mom is leaving, got genuinely sad and said, "I never heard of that".

~stacey


Thursday, July 14, 2011

~where I am~


Thursday, July 14, 2011

~where I am~


I'm not going to lie. I wouldn't mind being here:

  
Nothing on my mind.
No work to be done.
Nothing to plan.

However, this is where I am:
~Cleaning up her sticky finger prints on the shutters by her high chair~
(which I am NOT complaining about) 
~Trying to ignore and deny the knots in my stomach about this second showing tomorrow~
IF they like it, IF they make a decent offer, IF it appraises for enough, IF the inspection goes smoothly, and IF closing actually works out,
Where are we going to move?
~In  complete denial that the time has come to order school books~
~Counting the days until Brad's board exam is o.v.e.r. ~
(I'd almost forgotten what he was like stressed out, 100% immersed in books)
~That being said, I'm excited about what lies ahead and so thankful for this day that I've been given~
~Today is a gift~

~stacey


Friday, July 8, 2011

~Baby Girl~


Friday, July 08, 2011

~Baby Girl~


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Baby Girl.
~I love your sweet fuzzy head~
~The dimples on your perfect hands~
~And your blocky little feet~

~I love the pitter patter of your bare feet on the floor~
~and the way you squat down like a little sumo wrestler~
~ I love the sound you make when you see your brother and sisters~

~And how you pull the blanket over you when you're in a chair~
~I have loved every day of your 17 months.~

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~stacey

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

~cuttingoutsomeluxury~



Wednesday, July 06, 2011

~cuttingoutsomeluxury~



We're showing the house today. (Which means I'll spend the next couple hours in blitz mode) ~yuck
I don't like cleaning for a showing. When I clean for myself, I feel good about what I get done. When I clean for someone else, I'm extremely critical and there is no clean clean enough. 
All I see is the dust I missed, the pile in the corner of the basement that shouldn't be there, or the weed in the flower bed. 
I need to get over that. 
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Ifeeltheneedtocutsomeluxuryoutofmyroutinejusttoexercisealittlemoreselfdiscipline.
Does that make sense?
Something I do that I don't have to do that I will choose not do for a month or so. 
Like drink only water. Like don't go to Target. Like don't shop for anything except groceries. 
That's it.
That's what I'm doing. 
Until August 1, I will drink only water(and maybe an occasional single cup of coffee in the mornings blush), I won't go to Target, and I will only buy groceries.
(August 1 is not a full month, but by then, I will have to buy school supplies, so that's my date.)
I'm scared!
Wish me luck.


~stacey


Saturday, July 2, 2011

~O Beautiful~


Saturday, July 02, 2011

~O Beautiful~



O beautiful for heroes proved 
In liberating strife. 
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life! 

   

Happy July 4th! 

~stacey