Life is good if you make it

So, it's been a few weeks. Much has happened. My 11 month old is officially walking! My 3 yr. old can't decide if he's Superman or a princess (Just kidding, he just did it for the picture). I love being a Mom, my Mary Kay business is growing faster than expected ( I worked 8 hrs on Friday and sold $800 dollars of product, $400 in my pocket! And had my first recruit submit her paperwork!), My husband found out that there are a total of 15 job openings for next fall which is rare, And I've learned the secret of life! Other stuff has happened too but that's it in a nutshell. I highly recommend going on www.thesecret.tv and watch the film called "The Secret". I guarantee that it is well worth the 4.95 and you will be uplifted. I don't know, what more I can say. I'm Happy! Life is crazy and hard but OH SO GOOD!...If that's what we choose to make it...Make it a great day!

Memories to cherish

So the other day we decided to take a much needed break and go outside for a bit since it was a whopping 70 degrees outside! My 10 month old just had tubes put in his ears this week so we've been cooped up for a few days dealing with Mr. Fussy. We were just going for a walk when I eyeballed the best spot for leaf frolicking.
It was so perfect. Because it was so warm the leaves were pretty dry. Hence, no unwanted sliminess hidden beneath all the fun. We borrowed a rake from the neighbors and made a pile of leaves that would have made the most avid leaf jumpers proud. Just as we were getting started, good o'le Daddy came home from school so we were able to enjoy a few moments together as a family. These are the days when I take a deep breath and say, "Life is good". This may be our last full fall in Indiana so I couldn't help but ponder on the past few years as we played. We've enjoyed our time here so much even though it has had it's struggles. We will never forget the amazing friendships we've formed and all the great memories. I hope that we will always look on this time in our lives with fondness.

Halloween

This is the Lone Ranger reporting for duty practicing his tough cowboy scowl. This one's for uncle Jim! We convinced him that real cowb0ys have lassos to get their bogies. Until he understands the appropriate uses for guns we try not to encourage them. He seemed to be content after I demonstrated a pretty impressive pantomime of a cowboy roping a calf.

Lincoln didn't have to dress up. His hair and drool down to his ankles does all the talking. He went for the mad scientist this year.


Mommy went as the candy swiper :)

They love me, they love me not, they love me...

I'm beginning to realize the consequences of being a wanted mommy. Let me clarify a little. My oldest has always been a bit of a Daddy's boy. I used to blame myself thinking it was due to a bad nursing experience, or maybe all those times that I administered home remedies that were not always pleasant. My husband has a bit of a soft side that avoids inflicting pain on others at all costs. So, guess who gets the dirty jobs like enemas and taking the babies in for immunizations ect... ME (aka "the mean one")! Although I could beat myself up all day for missing out on valuable bonding time, I've learned to enjoy a few simple pleasures. My sweet husband has been so good at "nurturing" that he has become the wanted parent at bedtime as well as all through the night. He is also the wanted parent in the morning for the preparation of breakfast. So, not only do I get to sleep through the night (mostly), but I get to sleep in if I need to. I've sort of become cozy in the luxuries that being the next favorite parent affords. However, my cozy little set up has been short lived. My 10 month old has insisted on a constant perch on my hip. He has been pretty sick lately but he's always been a bit of a Mommy's boy. You have to understand that this is quite an adjustment for me. Gone are the days of getting anything remotely accomplished outside of taking care of my children's physical and emotional needs. He's got a surgery this week to get tubes in his ears so it will be interesting to see if this clingy behavior is enhanced by physical discomfort, or if he truly is a Mommy's boy. I have to admit that it's nice to experience a bond that I felt was somewhat lacking with my oldest. I used to take it personally. I thought it was a given the Mommy was the favorite! But now, it's just nice to know that my kids have a Daddy that cares enough to give me some stiff competition at being the "favorite."