Sunday is...

*a day where I can't quite seem to fully wake up, despite the 2 cups of coffee and 4 crazy children running around.

*a new day full of new miracles(and that's the attitude I will have today, despite arguing with Matty all morning).

*a day full of cleaning, Wii playing, cooking, and reorganizing.

*quickly bringing the afternoon and with it, a visit from the in-laws complete with a Mexican lunch made by Matt. Yumm-o!

*kicking my larger-than-it-was-2-years-ago butt!

*the day Mason comes home from his dad's. MAN I HAVE MISSED THAT LITTLE BOY THIS WEEKEND!!!

What is Sunday to you?? 

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

OH










                                    SO

                                      TRUE.












Missing my sweet 5 year old tonight, as he spends the weekend with his dad.

Wordless Wednesday: Chocolate Doughnut Edition

A Tease...and a picture

Miss me?? ha! I missed you too...you lurking readers!
It's been a full weekend and I have a post coming with details of my Saturday night.
Until then, I find this picture HILARIOUS and hope you will too!

Sesame Street Confessions

While reading Sesame Street Books this morning, my precious, 22 month old son points to this lovely character:


















and says, "MAMA!"


Then, as if that wasn't good enough-points to this un-lovely character:

and screams out, "DADA!"  


At this point, I was rolling. Rolling people.
It just doesn't get better. 

Just One Thought

Have you ever been so incredibly happy that you have to make yourself go back to a song, a picture, a memory of when you were so incredibly sad, just so that you can briefly feel that pain, briefly know that you NEVER want to be back there?

I think it comes from a life of having your heart broken over and over again, and I don't necessarily mean from men.

Sometimes I feel like I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Like it can't REALLY be this good, I can't REALLY be this happy, it's too good to be true.

I don't know what that is in me, why I feel like that.

Does it come from losing my mother, my best friend, at a young age?
Does it come from trusting in someone and then feeling that trust dissipate as they raise their hand to you time and time again?
Does it come from time and time again of being letdown and then finally learning to just do it on your own?

I am not sure.

I know that the pain of my past makes me more appreciative and grateful of my present.

And maybe that's the point.

because they are all crazy and I love them for it!