What happens when you stay at Aunt Chelsey's

Logan decided it would be fun to play in the dog kennel. I decided to get a few pictures and make up a story about getting lock in the kennel. She really had a good time and invited the dogs to join her. The declined by running and hiding, a little rude I think. She was stuck for a moment as I snapped pictures, because I was in front of the door. I scared her for a second and then I moved. She started laughing and continued her fun. And That is how we get the rules of Aunt Chelsey's house.

At first your naughty and get put in the "CAGE"
















You quickly realize you lot in life, but hold out hope

Finally you are broken and contemplate being a good child.

Crazy week

This week has been one crazy, tiring week. I still have a million things left to do, but won't. I have helped my Mom clean twice this week, she has a big dinner Sunday. I've gotten Scott ready for the hunt, ran kids to their things, dealt with grumpy (post Thanksgiving) kids, grocery shopping, and every other little thing I can't think of. I need a weekend of nothingness. To bad my house needs a good cleaning and Christmas decorations up.

It's hard being a Mom

It's hard for me to watch as my kids grow up and face difficult things in their lives. I constantly am thankful that there is nothing out of the "norm" for us to deal with, but life is hard. It is hard to stand by and watch as other children, and especially friends, are hurtful to your child. I am working really hard to let them grow and become strong people, to let them stand on their own, to grow thick skin, and remember to do their best and not worry about what others think and just be happy with doing what they feel is right. I wish I could protect them and shelter them from it all, but what good would that do. I try to listen, sympathize and give advice when asked. I am grateful my kids come to me with their problems and are comfortable talking with me about things. I am blessed with sweet loving children, who sometimes have the horns holding up the halo. I just hope that I can be the Mom they need and deserve. I hope they know I love them and have their best outcome in mind. I sure love my kids. It makes me think of how hard it must be for Heavenly Father to watch us and not intervene on out behalf. Well being a parent isn't easy, but it is worth it.

Can we already be here

I can't believe how quickly my kids are growing up. Last week Harley came home and informed me that she was asked out twice by a boy that day. She kept turning him down. I love that the thought of it repulses her. I was so not that way. My first "boyfriend" was in fourth grade. We went out for maybe a week. Didn't talk the whole time and I broke up with him for who knows what reason. Then he was my next boyfriend again in sixth grade and we held hands at Connie Mack and soon broke up after that awkward moment. I am thankful she like to talk to about these things. I hope that we can keep an open relationship. The second we don't I will be worried that she is not doing what she should. Oh, and I must add, Scott freaked out at the thought of a boy asking his baby girl out. He was not a happy camper. I love it, but it cracks me up too.

How come?

I have a lot of how comes running through my head, but I will focus on one. How come it is SOOO hard to motivate myself to work out. Then when I do I feel like a rock star. But then it is hard to do it again the next day. Why can't it be as addicting to me as it was in High School. Maybe not to that extreme, 2 to 3 workouts a day, but at least one. I realize that I have so much more to fill my life now and working out was my escape then. I am hoping to get back to working out faithfully, but motivation is something I severely lack. I'm hoping by the New year I will be ready to fork out the money for the gym and go with my friend at 4:30 in the morning. I know crazy, but I am way excited to. I know crazy. I just have to be ready to pay. I am making myself work out so many times a week at home and hopefully start getting up to do it at 4:30 at home. If I can prove to myself I will do it here, then it will be worth the money for the gym. Oh if only I would have appreciated my body before I had kids and didn't find every fault disgusting. I guess that is what happens when you are the biggest sister and have skinny, rockin' bodied sisters.

Scary Cute

I started a new blog and a shop on Etsy http://scarycute.etsy.com . I hope it works if not, I'll have a stock pile of presents. I'm starting small and I'll see how it goes from there. Let me know what you think. Any input will be helpful, I can handle the truth (if it's good and if not lie, j/k). I decided to do things I wouldn't mind keeping and could give if it doesn't work out. My luck it won't, but it's worth a try.

Getting in touch with my creative side

Ok so there is not much of a creative side, but it will have to do. I have a great copy and make my own side, which feels creative to me. I am getting presents and things for myself done and here is a look at a few things I've been doing. I am in love with the chipboard word album books right now. I have seen many done and like few though. I have seen them premade on etsy selling for $35 and think it is crazy because they aren't as cute as I'd think they'd be for that much. So I will take what they have done and improve it to my liking. I also have made a nursing blanket for a friend of mine, which they are quite easy. I have forgotten how much I love to sew and put fabrics together. I think 90% of the fun for me is putting things together. There is something about taking fabrics, papers, or embellishments and mixing them up and pairing them to get a result you might not have seen in the first place. I know it sounds stupid, but I always wanted to be artistic and that was not a trait I was given, so this fills the void. I really need to get my sewing machine tuned up and quilting again. It is nice to take a little me time and feel creative, no matter how small it might be. Now if only I could get paid to do it, that would be perfect.