Toes

Baby toes have to be the cutest things in exsistance. Well, now mine don't look so shabby either. That's right, I finally found 5 minutes to paint my toe nails!

Crap Happy

There are a handful of phrases that will make me giggle hysterically. One of them is "cherry chocolate shit" and another is from MST3K but I can't remember it right now. Anyway, the point is, shit is funny. Sometimes. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it stinks to high heaven, and when you open the diaper your eyes water and flowers wilt and the baby flips over and crawls away before you can fully remove the diaper and then not only does it stink, but it's everywhere. Then it's not very funny.

Fortunately, I've never had that happen. But last night in my dreams I was single handedly responsible for a terrible catering disaster. So I bit the smiles off of gold fish and that made me feel better.

A few stunning photos for y'all!

Miles and Momma

Happy Babies!

I love you too, Bob!

"Dude, Miles, I think he's dead."

"Good! Let's eat!"

Daddy and Miles

My Coming Out Anouncement

For some of you this won't come as a surprise. To those that knew me when I was a teenager, this may come totally out of left field. I hope I won't lose too many friends, but I have to be true to who I am. It's time I came out of the closet.

Everyone, I am a Trekkie. I have abandoned the ways of the Fox--I mean Force, and embraced Paramount--I mean Star Trek. I'm trading in my lightsaber for a phazer set to kick ass. (Did I spell phazer right?) And I'm changing the twins' names to Kirk and Spock. Oh, and I'm changing my own name to Princess Sha-nai-nai, but that has nothing to do with Star Trek, I've just tipped over the edge.

I heard once that there were Trekkies and Trekkers and the difference was even though they'd both wear Spock ears, the Trekkies will believe they are Spock, where the Trekkers know thy never could be Spock. I have a lose enough grip on reality that I think it's safe to say I'm a Trekkie. 

Life....

I have a question for everyone. (I love doing stuff like this!) And I want some honest answers! 

What is life really about? 

Go on, leave a comment. You don't have to sign up or anything. I really want to know what you all have to say on this one.

What is life really about?

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It is so me!

My father in law saw my blog the other day and said the picture of me on the side isn't me. Of course it took me a while to figure out what he was talking about, but then I realized he must be blind or something. Have I really changed that much?

The thing is, that wasn't that long ago. That was the summer before I got married, when Jeff and I went down to Page so he could meet my parents and we could tell them we were getting married. Sure, I was skinnier but still...

Some thoughts...

I found this quote today on Kellymom.com and it really touched me. So much on that sight is just wording thoughts that I haven't taken the chance to say out loud, or when I did, it wasn't understood. Anyway, here's the quote:

"In some cultures it is considered a child's birthright to be nursed until the age of two. It is believed all your sins are forgiven when you nurse your baby, and an angel stands behind you and pats you on the back when you are done. I like to think of an angel standing behind me every time I nurse. It is a very comforting thought when things aren't going well. If you can't get support from your family, at least the angels are behind you."
-- Diane

I don't take all of this as doctrine, or offer it as such, but there are things I've heard, impressions I've had and verses of scripture I've found that support my belief that being a mother is a very sacred thing. And the acts of nurturing children are a big part of that. I understand that not every woman chooses to breast feed. I'm not saying that if you don't you role is less sacred than if you do. But I do consider nursing my babies a sacred selfless act. That in some small way I'm learning what it means for Christ to succor us, to care for our every need, to always be there for us when ever we need him, even if what seems huge to us He knows is but a small thing that will pass quickly. Someone once told me that they knew the love of God because they had a mother. 

Anyway, at the risk of sounding sappy, (why stop now, huh?) as the day approaches that we take a moment to honor Mothers I'd just like to say that there are angels behind each mother, supporting her when no one else will, guiding her instincts and helping her care for her little ones. We need not doubt, we need not fear. 

Happy Mother's Day