Pointless stories are my thing.

Piper woke me up at 4am.   She wasn't crying but she was talking very loudly, so I went to check on her because it's unusual for her to even wake up, much less be talking at 4am.    She had rolled from her back to her stomach and from what I could tell was just laying there complaining about the predicament she had gotten herself into.   When I rolled her back over she stuck her thumb in her mouth and went right back to sleep.    I stood there for a minute trying to decide if it was worth the trouble it would cause if I picked her up to hug her.   I decided it wasn't.    So I went back to bed. 

The end. 

When I grow up, I wanna be....

When I was a little girl I wanted to be a teacher.   We would have career day and all the other kids would come dressed up as astronauts, doctors...  the president.   I, however, would come to school in a sweater with a Poodle stitched on the front, bright red jeans and some of daddy's old humongous glasses.    The teacher would look at me and say "what are you dressed up as, Bevin?" and I would say "A teacher" and then she and all the other children would laugh.   I'm not sure if they were laughing because that was what I thought all teacher's looked like or because I was so content with mediocrity when everybody else wanted to be such grand and amazing people.

Not that teacher's are mediocre! Or that they aren't super important...   or as amazing as an astronaut!    ::sigh::    I'm just saying it's not exactly considered reaching for the stars on career day, is all.

Anyway, once I got into high school and started having people ask me where I was planning on going to college and what was I going to major in, I'd think "teacher... I guess..."    But then I had a little bit of experience babysitting and working at Sylvan Learning Center and decided that probably wasn't my calling.   As Kaylyn would say, more often than not I'd find myself wanting to roundhouse kick a kid for being obnoxious than caring about the furtherance of their mind.

So I graduated and went straight to work.  I decided I didn't want to go to college if I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do. I'd thought of every career out there and decided I didn't want to be every one of them.   Ok... maybe not every career out there.  But all that appealed to me.     I went to work and pretty much just worked in several secretarial jobs.    And hated every one of them before it's was over with, if you wanna know the truth.  I mean, let's be honest here... it doesn't exactly take a genius to be a secretary.   Not that secretaries are dumb!   Or unimportant...  I mean, there's a lot of people who depend on secretaries.

::sigh::   ....I am saying many things today....  

ANYWAY, in each job I would reach a point where I'd think, "what exactly am I working towards?"   As a 20 year old who has no education beyond high school and is pretty naive on top of it, you don't really expect to move up any. You just move to another area with different things to learn. All that is to say, I had a lot of time during those few years of working to think over what I would want to be if I wasn't working in that particular job.

And then one day a wonderful thing happened.  Carey got a job at a consulting firm and was required to travel a lot. Yay for us because we love to travel.   So he started traveling for work and I quit so that I could be able to travel with him. And also because it had always been my dream to just be a homemaker.  And I loved it.   Loved every single minute of not having to go to a job, frankly.    But even then, there were a lot of times that I would wonder "what am I supposed to be doing with my life?"  Everybody has a purpose, right?   Most people my age have some kind of career goals to start out with... right?   At least most of my friends did.   I could have gone to school for anything during those years. I thought about it a lot.    But I never did it because I still had no idea what I would be going for.    I know most people go and then figure out what they want to be but I just couldn't see going without knowing at least some kind of direction I was headed in.    So life was fun.  ...Not working is great fun.    But I always wondered what I was SUPPOSED to be doing.

Then came Piper.  And now I know what I'm supposed to be doing.   And it feels good.


I don't wanna grow up, I'm a toys-r-us kid.  There's a million toys at toys-r-us that I can play with.  From bikes to trains to video games at the biggest toy store there is.   I don't want to grow up cause if I did, I wouldn't be a toys-r-us kid.

That song came to mind as I was writing.   Thought I'd share.

My fellas

Piper just had a heart to heart with the fellas for the first time. 

Buddy sat majestically... like a lion... taking in the honor that is being spoken to by madame.   

Ferb sat licking himself in innapropriate places.



My heart is full.

Be still, dangit.

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is holy
Be still, O restless soul of mine
Bow before the Prince of peace
Let the noise and clamor cease

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know that He is faithful
Consider all that He has done
Stand in awe and be amazed
And know that He will never change
Be still

Be still, and know that He is God
Be still, and know that He is God
Be still, and know that He is God

Be still; Be speechless

Be still and know that He is God
Be still and know He is our Father
Come rest your head upon His breast
Listen to the rhythm of His unfailing heart of love
Beating for His little ones
Calling each of us to come
Be still, Be still

Oh mama.

Mama gave me all my baby book stuff a while back.  After looking at it, I put it up in the attic to keep it safe from my destructive tendencies.   Recently though, we've been wanting to look at it to see when I hit different milestones.   So I crawled up in the stupid, spider's-hang-in-mid-air attic and found it.

I was looking through the first year calendar mama kept.  It makes me realize how badly I'm doing at that part of motherhood.   I'm keeping this blog and I'm writing down when she does stuff like laugh or roll over (which she sorta did on Monday, P.S.) but mama took it to a whole other level.   She wrote down things like when I got an ear infection and what kind of medicine they gave me... when I first pitched a fit when Lindsay took a toy from me(she's always been out to get me)... what the wind chill was at the Christmas parade that year...   etc.

Wanna know what my first word was?

Cookie.

Shoulda known.

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb

You know that feeling where you realize you've made a horrible mistake?  And then after a few minutes, after it's had time to really sink in, you realize what a colossal idiot you are?   And then you realize that you can't undo it? 

I hate that feeling.

Especially when there's money involved.

Proof life isn't fair

1.   A single glazed donut = 7 points

2.  Chili's chicken bacon ranch quesadilla = 42 points

3. 12 oz cup of sweet tea = 4 points

4.  2 tbsp of ranch dressing = 4 points

5.  Their idea of a treat for Halloween = 2 assorted pieces of any type chocolate candy and 1 oz of candy corn.

6.  Now that I know these things, I'll never be able to enjoy eating the same again.

If you've never had to pay attention to these kinds of things...  Enjoy it. Ignorance is bliss. 

Also I dislike you.