Just Call Him Oliver

I am obsessed with anything to do with theater and this morning my precious Trenton was Oliver. The entire morning I kept repeating to myself "Please Sir, I want some more". I was that Mom - the Mom I tried to not be. Here is how the morning played out...

I had a meeting at work at 8:15, so I got up early, got every one ready and was so proud of myself for thinking ahead and packing Trenton's bag last night. I get to daycare, get everything out of his bag and there is NO food. HMMM...I thought I did this last night. So, I tell daycare I will either go get food or call Wes to bring it when someone comes in. I go back to my car to call wes, but uh oh, I forgot my cell phone! So, home I go - I can't take chances that Wes can't do it and Trenton has no food. So, home I go, grab my phone, grab the food, acknowledge the ever so needy dog, and back to daycare I run.

I go in and my poor confused child thinks I am there to pick him up - meltdown ensues. Feeling guilty, I leave my child with the sweet workers and pretend to make him happy with a juice cup. Right, that is what he wanted.

Get in my car, call Wes - he remembers me talking about food, but not actually putting food in his bag. I seriously believe I am going crazy. There is no other explanation. I am a lunatic. I am early, but not prepared...this isn't me!

So, at 8:14 I pull into work - 8:15, still not meeting. 8:30 we get a call, the meeting was changed, but they forgot to tell those involved. Cool.

At least my child has food, I am at work (in one piece) and today is Friday. Whew!

But, I have to post a picture of Trenton - and he is finally starting to sit up!!! Wes sent me this while I was in Nashville. Trenton is at his MeMe and Pop's house and he is such a BIG BOY!

Suntans & Pasty People

I have blogged multiple times about being in a wedding in October. Well, October is an awkward month. It is a beautiful month, fall colors, cooler weather, and Kylene's wedding. However, how does one dress? I am in the process of figuring out outfits for all the events and I am not sure what dictates appropriate dress for a classy function in October. I can always wear something and throw a shrug over it, but I am trying to be the "hot mama" that I am. :)

All clothing aside, last night I decided I would take it upon myself to try and spray tan. I have been to one of those intimidating beds that sucks the life out of you with its cold, intense spray and I left there splotchy as well as emotionally and mentally scarred. So, I told Wes I was going to do it myself. I have never really been bothered by my pasty skin, but apparently Wes has. When we met I was super tan (and skinny) and I have morphed into this super pasty (and not so skinny) person. He still loves me - just reminds me of my tanner days.

So, this experiment was not only to make Wes happy but also to see if I could make myself not look like Casper for the wedding. Last night I took a shower and went to my "well ventilated area" and started spraying. I had a lot of reservations - I know it sticks to knees more because of the dry skin and I know it can be thicker in the areas where you start spraying, so I put a lot of thought into my spraying process.

We went to sleep and I should have woken up super bronze - even and tan. I only sprayed my legs because I don't want to screw up where I cannot cover up. Well, I went to bed dreaming of my new tan and woke up to the reality of my legs.

Clearly I have a lot to learn about the ankle area and the knee area, but minus those GLARING mistakes, I am overall pleased with the color. If I can master the technique I will be doing well; however, I am just glad that the wedding is not about me at all and it is still over a month away!

Are you there God, It's Me Sara

I know most of you have to remember Judy Blume's book Are You There God, It's Me Margaret. I remember that book from when I was in Middle School. That book helps adolescent girls in so many ways - I mean, that time of life is hard, awkward, demanding, confusing, the list could go on.

Well, I am 26 now and I have made it through all (ha! most) of the issues related to adolescence, but I am waiting on the next installment of Judy Blume's book. Is there a novel about making it through your first few years of marriage, your first baby, and dealing with the pressures of school, work, and the economy? Or maybe Mrs. Blume doesn't know how to best deal with the reality of life outside of middle school. I am not insulting her, but it is hard to write a book that is able to relate to many different personalities during the 'transitional' time in your life.

I am not saying this as a woe is me, I deserve so much more type of blog - it is more of a when did life become so real blog. See, this all started when I decided I wanted to be a stay at home mom; however, that isn't possible, so I work. Now, Wes works super hard and I am not slighting him in the least, but if I could be a full time student/SAHM I would be set. I would still graduate and search for a job, but I would love to be with Trenton.

This weekend did teach me one huge lesson (besides I want to be a SAHM) and that was to just let it go. This SAHM thing is great, but I can't worry about it, it isn't up to me. In talking to Wes yesterday I told him that being in Nashville and seeing how much joy was in the room and how happy every one was - I decided I would quit worrying. We are not destitute, we are not struggling, we are doing well. We have jobs, we have a healthy (for the most part) child - with the best attitude ever and I am the Mom to a great child and a wife to a wonderful husband.

My new outlook is to not worry - or at least try, but how hard is it to let go of everything? To truly trust God to know what is best. If it is in the cards for me, I will be a stay at home mom, but maybe not. I do not know what the future holds, but I know I am missing out on life by worrying all the time and trying to be in control, so hold me accountable. I will slip and I will fall, but I am going to do my best to stay on track and focus on my family and the things that matter most. Everything else will fall into place.

In the meantime, if you read my blog Judy Blume, I am still waiting for the sequel to your classic book. Maybe it is out there and I know nothing of it - help a girl out!

Sweet Shelby

I am not going to post a lot about the weekend because this is Ansley's story to tell. But, I am one excited Aunt. :) She is a beautiful baby girl and I will be back up there in 3 weeks, so I will have more pictures then. Love you, Shelby!

Dear Three,

Sorry this letter doesn't have your name and is early, but I am afraid my travel plans will prohibit me from blogging prior to your arrival. See your parents have not shared your name with the rest of the world and you have many nicknames, but Three has become my favorite.

It is Thursday and you are scheduled to be here on Saturday and I CANNOT WAIT! See, you have an almost 10 month old cousin, Trenton and I am SO excited for him to have a play mate in the family! (Between you and me, you will probably be able to tell him what to do).

I know you have a lot to learn and I don't want to overwhelm you, but know that you are truly loved by this family. Your parents have be praying about you and for you for a long time now. You are a precious gift from God and I am confident that you are going to some of the most loving and deserving parents.

Some fun facts about your family:

1. Your dad is basically famous, but truly a caring, considerate, patient, and loving man. He will always be the man behind the camera - your Mom is big on pictures - and your Dad is really good at taking them.
2. Your mom is famous too, but by association; however, she is also a caring, considerate, not always patient - but will be with you - and loving woman.
3. I can only speak for my side of the family, but it is pretty intense. There is never really a dull moment. Your Noni (name still pending, so feel free to make suggestions) is still adjusting to life as a grandparent and sometimes she gets really worried. Your Sir (name decided) is not quite as worried (on the outside) as your Noni, but he will be the weird one.
4. When you are not sure what to do, just smile. It has worked so far for Trenton.
5. Your Mommy is a planner, so make sure you have your instructions down. :) I most look forward to seeing how this changes her way of dealing with kinks in a plan - you will be excused and she will love you for it.
6. Beaty is small and needy, but she has been through a lot. Be patient with her, but don't imitate a dog barking because that sets her off. Oh, I learned last night she cannot have flour, wheat, calcium, OR any toy that is stuffed or makes noise - you will have the most fun with her. :)
7. Your family (both sides) is full of sarcasm, so you better come prepared! We all hate that a lot of us live 6 hours away, but I assure you, you will still be spoiled beyond measure.
8. MOST IMPORTANTLY, I am not the only Aunt, but know that I am here for you whatever/whenever you need. You are my precious little niece and I cannot wait to welcome you into this world. You will meet Trenton and Uncle in September. Oh, while the verdict is still out on what to call Noni, I liked your Mom's idea of calling me Sadie. Sir called me that when I was a little girl and I would love for you to do it as well.

We Love you, Three!
Wes, Sadie, Trenton, and Baxter!

Happy Birthday Ansley!

I had every intention of doing this on the correct day (August 15th) but that didn't happen. Sorry, Ansley. You will soon be a new Mom and you will realize how quickly time escapes you. Even though you are such a planner. I cannot wait for Three to arrive and I am going to do my best to be there, but this day - I tried to make all about Ansley. I ruined it when I kept asking her what size clothes to buy three, but you know, I tried.

I hope you had a great birthday. I cannot wait to come up to Nashville in September so Three and Trenton can meet and so we can officially be moms together. You are going to be an amazing Mother - I speak from experience - we played house every day when we were little.

I love your humor and how infectious it can be. My favorite memories are when we get going and then Mom and Dad join in - there is never a dull moment.

I love that you were there for me throughout all of school and hopefully (although in different states) our children will be too.

You are so caring and considerate. You think of things way in advance (something I partially attribute to your Type A personality) and you never fail at making me feel included or special - even though we are 6 hours apart.

I am sad I couldn't be there for your birthday, but I am so glad Katy was able to be there.

Next year will be the big 3-0 and big 1 for three! I cannot wait to come up and visit so our children can meet. So, there is nothing left to say but....

We love you!

Because it's Wednesday!

Yesterday was supposed to be the day of surgery, but it wasn't. Trenton supposedly had bronchitis, but I am officially saying he doesn't! I think Trenton's main reason for spiking a fever was because he is cutting his top teeth. I am telling you that in a matter of 2 hours we went through 2 bibs because they are soaked. Gross! Bless his precious heart. So, we are going to try and get a clean bill of health so we can get Trenton into surgery sooner vs. later.

However, my precious family sent Trenton gifts and get well cards since he was supposed to be having surgery. Aunt Nana sent him a book - that he loved especially since it came with little peek a boo flaps that he found perfect for chewing. Like any child, his favorite part of the gift was the card.

The card was fuzzy like the bear on the front of it and Trenton loved playing it with. So, sick he had a rough time. Then, the mail came and there was a package from his Aunt Ansley - who is VERY pregnant and couldn't be here (even if she had time off) so she sent a package. I didn't get to see it when it arrived, but from what Ansley told me it was interesting. Ansley and Adam sent Trenton a cell phone and keys. The keys had a remote control on it to open your door far away, but the noises were a door bell and a horn, things like that. Trenton LOVED it. Baxter was not a fan of the doorbell noise, but he made it through. Ansley tried to find a remote because that is Trenton's favorite, but this was just as good because it has buttons and fits in his mouth.

I came home from work to find Trenton surrounded by all of his new toys and books and immediately had a discussion with him about how he is not receiving all of these gifts because he skipped school or because it was Wednesday. I told him that later on he will have to have surgery and he will not receive the presents, but we will take them with us to the hospital. My poor child is going to associate skipping school with new stuff. However, we appreciate all the love and support and will keep you posted on the surgery date.

***Note - we do take Trenton out of the jumparoo, but that seems to be where he was for all the pictures. The good news is that he loves the Jumparoo. ***