Friday, January 1, 2016

On 2015...

Starting my 2016 off with half a Pumpkin Streusel muffin from Costco, a cup of English Breakfast tea - two sugars and milk in the most adorable red owl mug from Homegoods – and listening to Reed grunt and huff and puff as he plays on the living room floor behind me. He alternates between jumping on the couch, squealing like a banshee, and rolling on the floor, pooching his belly out as far as it will go, while watching Russell and Mr. Frederickson for the 32,679th time. Eric just left with a good friend of ours, off to work in the freezing cold. On a holiday. Again. Because that’s the life we signed up for. And it’s a good one, just missing a member a lot of the time.

2015 was a relatively big year for us. 

Our second full year with Reed. I love that he was born in January. I hate starting a planner in June – it just feels better to start a new year at the beginning, you know? A bad comparison, but you get it. This year he went from teetering to full-on running into walls. From grunts to run-on babbling sentences, that I am pretty sure resemble Faulkner in whatever this language he speaks is called. 

In about March, my Noel Mignon kit club design team coordinator Virginia asked if I would host a Facebook Jamberry party. I had heard of Jamberry before, but seriously? Nail wraps? Are those the last things that are necessary to life? Who has time for that? But when even V was all into it, and then decided to be a consultant, it was like this whole air of legitimacy settled over the idea. So I tried them out, and had my party, and that was that. I was hooked. And see, for a new-ish mom who has given up on being pretty in lieu of being covered in poop and/or puke, that was the best thing that could have happened. Did I need them? No. Did they make me feel a little pretty? Yep. Did that make a startling difference? Youbetcha. So after a little convincing, I decided to become a consultant. And that was that. I found that I have a knack for designing these little buggers. AND I like doing it. One of the reasons I needed some convincing in the first place is because I have just never been convinced of direct sales companies. Don’t you eventually run out of friends? Networking? EEWWWWW!! I HATE being salesy. Hate it. But this opportunity to design my own wraps was appealing, and that became my focus. I have built up a seriously amazing group of customers (and friends) and am loving where this is taking me. I’m also loving where it’s taking my bank account. Can I just say that? Because that’s been another nice thing for a new-ish mom who has mom guilt about not bringing in any bacon. Which is total BS. But it’s there, nonetheless. 

In June, Eric left his job with Sunrise to start the process of taking over for his dad in his water well and pump business. A business I know nothing about, other than it requires long hours, lots of physical labor, and has not been easy on my father-in-law’s body. I was pretty scared at the thought of Eric leaving his safe, cushy job, to start out on a career he has always said he wanted nothing to do with. What if he ended up hating it more than his other job? What if he changed his mind and we couldn’t sell the business to anyone else? What if he got hurt and couldn’t work? Would we lose everything? What if it caused issues with my in-laws? That was the most terrifying thing. That he was willing to take all those risks told me how miserable he was at his old job. And that was worth the risk. Six months in and business is GOOD! Eric’s happier to go to work, there is no lack of work to be done, and it’s brought us all a little closer. And those are all good things.

Vacaville was on fire pretty much all summer. And that was crazy. The air friggin’ stunk for weeks.

I started watching the boys again in September? I can’t even remember when I started back. Something like September. It was hot, I remember that much. Their three kids, my one toddler, and stairs. Lots of stairs. That took some getting-used-to. But I missed them, and when their mom (who has become such a nice friend) asked if I could come back, it was a no-brainer. Living in the country, there aren’t any other kids Reed’s age nearby, and our tiny town park isn’t always a sure thing to have playmates. PLUS it was time to start thinking about potty training, and the thought of having her two big boys (four and six) around to be a positive influence on my little monster sounded so good to me! And I can’t lie, getting to play dress up with her baby girl is fun, but listening to the death cry of a tiny human again definitely put the ticking time bomb that is my baby clock to bed. Rentakidlets are the best.

November 7th marked my first whole year of zero contact with my sister. Is it fair to say we’re estranged? Such a weird feeling. A mix of sadness –there are times that it literally feels like a piece of me is missing, shame at what people will think that I have a sister who doesn’t want to know me, and a hell of a lot of anger at an aunt who could just walk away from a nephew I know she loved to pieces. WHO DOES THAT?! And didn’t we learn better? Growing up with such a broken family, I learned what was worth a fight, who to keep around, and what really matters in the grand scheme of things. And I’m pretty sure we grew up in the same house, so how did I get that memo, and she miss it? And how do you do that to your mom? I mean, way harsh, Ty.

I’m in a place now where I’m done with the people-pleasing thing. Done with the please like me thing. Done working for free. Done caring more about someone else’s well-being more than they do. Unless that person is my kid. Cause you know, that’s just the way that works. I want to tackle projects this year that make me happy not because of the attagirls I get, but because I get deep satisfaction seeing them each day, or seeing the joy they bring my family. That’s what really matters. I’m going to keep on keepin’ on with my Jamberry business, do a little scrapping-for-hire, and try to be the best little designer lady I can be. Cause I’m a husluh y’all. And I want pretty shit. That, too.
I hereby never commit to posting on this old blog. If I do, I do. If I don’t, I’m too busy living life to record it. And that’s usually a good thing.

So there. Started this at 7am. Finished at 4:47. Because it’s time to make Reed dinner. And since he’s been snacking on fruit snacks, Reese’s Pieces, and dried mango slices all day so that I could get shit done, it’s anyone’s guess if he’ll really eat or not. Yay me. Way to mommy…

Oh man, I almost forgot! I got old this year! I got so old I had to get glasses. At 31! Pivotal information, I know. But is it fair to say that since I look smarter, I
must BE smarter? I thought so…

Friday, March 20, 2015

March with Baby Reed

This past Tuesday was Reed's 14 month birthday! It was also St. Patrick's Day, so I threw on his green Chucks and snapped a few pics...

Love him love him love him.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

A little change...

So now that Reed is a big fat year old, we are switching things up a bit. Mostly because a weekly photo doesn't show a terribly dramatic change anymore, but also because trying to take a semi-decent picture of that little stinker is getting damned-near impossible. So here is February's picture...

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Tuesdays with Baby Reed - Last of Year ONE!!

Holy moly. This kid is getting biiiiig! So hard to believe it's already been almost a year.
Remember when we started this little venture?

 Yeah. Craaaaaazy fast time-flying happening over here...

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Times Two, Again...

So at least I'm still remembering to take these pictures. At least half the time...

Those teefers...

Easy, one-sock Joe. Easy.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Tuesdays with Baby Reed Times Two

So here's the picture from today. And can I just say THANK GOD FOR THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!! Last week's picture was TERRIBLE! And to be honest, spurred a total meltdown, followed by a heinous migraine. I seriously had to put myself on a timeout...

And here's last week's, just to prove how awful that session turned out. I literally had two pictures to choose from that weren't total crap.

 Like I said, thank god for the Christmas tree...

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Tuesdays with Baby Reed

Well, it's been a while, you guys! We ended up staying with my Mom for two weeks when she busted her foot, so the last two weeks of Tuesday pictures just didn't happen. So bummed about that, but me thinks we have lots of them to look at, and will manage to be okay with that! lol!
Anyway, here is the photo from today. This kid is becoming quite the wriggle worm. The days of fifty pictures to choose from are quickly fading into, "please just sit still for ONE picture!" and hoping that one isn't blurry!

Love this kind of candid-looking shot. And he looks so calm.

But the expression on his face in this one was too good to pass up! Those little teeth are adorbs!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Throwback Thursday

Well, this one was supposed to go up two weeks ago, but this mama's getting forgetful.
Me. Circa 1989 or 1990. Very specifically, a baby swan. Made by Mamala. And I feel like I rocked it pretty well, no?

Friday, November 7, 2014

Well look who forgot. Again.

In my defense, it was my Mamala's birthday, so we were busy doing fun things. So we'll just pretend that I got his Tuesday picture on Tuesday, and not, um, Thursday. Mkay?

Friday, October 31, 2014

Trick or Treat and Tuesday on Friday!

Looooook at those teeeeeeeefeeeeeerrrrrrssssss!!!!!!

And this kid is loving his first Halloween!

Guess who made their first baby costume?! Actually pretty proud of myself. And I love how happy he is in it!

I mean, that is one relaxed Dino, that's for sure!

Careful, he's on a rampage!
Happy Halloween! Have a great weekend!