Cake.

So I wrote this post a couple days ago and it disappeared! Here's pretty much what it said:

You know the saying, "You can't have your cake and eat it to?" Makes zero sense. If it's MY cake, I sure as hell better be able to eat it, right?

So I am officially (in my own world) changing the saying to: "You can't have two pieces of cake."

Glad I got that sorted out.

Blog Revamp!

Done and done.

From the Roots.

Hold on tight tiny dreams

I won't forget about you

like others have so often

you're still mine 

a creation from the roots

Nothings changed

why? 

still in this position

and emptiness is holding

my future is no option

fleeting, beating, re-living

feeling

forever is beginning

make me open and real

i'll keep you, hold you

see you, need you

don't defeat like this

in any way

a steady beat

to reel in the laughter

fake and not to remake

but engage

Evie's first time playing in the snow! =] November 2010

You know you're a mother when...

Having the UPS man pound on your door the minute your kid falls asleep makes you want to stab him in the eye.

You’ve used your last diaper and need another one and yell at your significant other because of it (as if they used all the diapers!).

7:30 am is sleeping in.

Getting spit up on only 3 times is a successful day.

Your front closet is overflowing with an assortment of diaper bags instead of shoes.

You spend two hours packing for vacation, realizing once you get to your destination that you forgot all your clothes.

Your daily showers consist of: 30% showering, 20% preventing your child from climbing into the tub fully clothed, 40% trying to keep the shower curtain closed with your foot as your child tries to pry it open, 10% pretending your water is still hot, 0% relaxing.

You’re belting out nursery rhymes and making ridiculous faces and noises in the car (even though people are staring) to prevent your child from falling asleep on the way home... because if they fall asleep they won’t nap, and if they won’t nap, all hell breaks loose.

You get pissed at the neighborhood hooligans for blaring their music. At 8:00pm. On a Saturday.

You’ve helped your child poop when they’re constipated. Please don’t make me go into detail.

Your Christmas wish list consists of a new vacuum, BPA-Free Tupperware, and Disney movies.

Instead of getting pissed at the mom with the crying newborn, you feel sorry for her. Then, instead of feeling sorry for the mom with the crying newborn, you want to go over and show her how its done.

You don’t get dressed in the morning until the very last minute, knowing if you do it any earlier, you will no longer be able to wear that outfit because something will spill on it.

You have no wine glasses, but a cupboard full of sippy cups.

Your Friday nights no longer mean going out with your friends, but cuddling up with your little one making memories.

You know how to do everything around the house without making a single noise.

You have to force yourself to steer clear of the kid’s department or you will accidentally walk out with $200 worth of kids clothes and will have purchased approximately zero things from your shopping list.

You’ve got 10 projects going on at once, 15 of which are left eternally uncompleted… which doesn’t even add up, but somehow is true.

The park is your favorite place to go on a nice day.

You realize you know way too much about vomit.

You’ve memorized every children’s book in your house without knowing it.

80% of your computer’s memory is filled with photos and videos of your kid.

You can smell a poopy diaper from three rooms away… five minutes before they’ve actually done their business.

You use your own spit to clean up your kid’s face and believe this is more effective then any baby wipe on the market.

Your purse blows Mary Poppin’s bag out of the water.

Despite all these things, you love your life and wouldn’t change a thing.

Love this munchkin more than anything! (also, cool sun spot on this photo!)

School.

As my family and friends know, I've had a HUGE issue with coming to a decision about school and my future. I thought I finally decided a couple months ago when I chose to major in Music Education. BUT... that would mean basically starting over, and I don't want to be in school for another 4 years. Cause no matter how many credits I have I would have to take 8 full semesters of orchestra (among other classes of course). So instead I've decided to be a high school English teacher so I'm not in school as long. Music is my passion, but will stay a hobby and not be a career. And being a high school teacher has always been in the back of my mind =) So now I'm an English Major/Education minor. That's my final decision and I'm sticking to it! Unfortunately I'm getting stuck doing 3 freshman level classes (out of 4) because of the problems I'm having with transferring credits from UNR, and cause every university's core requirements are different. Then when we leave El Paso, I'll get to go through all that again when I transfer to a different university. How neat! lol. So I'm taking a full course load this fall. Classes are: Political Science, British Literature, Geology and Math (yuck!).

I can't wait to use my brain again! I really enjoyed the summer class I took, and I think Evie really enjoyed going to the childcare on campus. I think she gets bored at home. I mean, who wants to be around their mother 24/7? =) She's a social butterfly and does great there. It was rough at first, she would whine when I would drop her off but she got over that. What a big girl she is now! She sleeps great (although she's always slept great), she doesn't use a binky, she takes one good nap a day, and she's learning new words all the time. I wonder how she'll do with napping AT the childcare though. We'll see!

Well... that is all for now. Here's a couple cute pictures =]

Evie's new favorite thing.

What could be more fun then drinking out of the hose and getting all wet?

Nothing Apparently! Especially when Mommy gets some awesome pics out of it =)