my week in iphone photos

A few of my blog friends have been doing this meme for awhile. I take a lot of photos with my iphone but no one ever sees them so I figured, hey, why not?! Hopefully I’ll be better at remembering which photos were taken on what day. But I can promise nothing.

Progress is being made in different rooms of our new house. Sloooow progress. Here’s a sneak peek of the boy’s new colorful playroom!

The first coat of orange paint is up in Landon’s room. I’m gonna be honest and say that I’m not sure orange was the best choice. My nose was pretty scrunched up as I painted. But for the love of all that is holy, I’m gonna press on (possibly while wearing sunglasses), finish the second coat and hope it grows on me. For the record? Landon loves it.


Make a Change Monday – Week 4

I’m excited. Like, really excited to tell you guys about the change I made this past weekend.

I challenged myself to use enough coupons to save $20. Guess what? I DID IT!!!

I clipped some coupons of things I knew I needed to buy. Then off I went to the grocery store with two kids in tow. Can I just say that the grocery store is no longer an easy trip. Gone are the days where I could peruse the aisles looking for the best deal. Landon is at the age where his patience for sitting in a shopping cart wears thin after approximately five minutes. I find myself doing the mom dance of trying to keep him entertained while gathering only what I need to make a couple dinners. It works but it’s stressful.


I don’t know how to change

I’ve noticed a trend in the blogosphere. It seems Mondays are reserved for blogging about weight loss. I can support my awesome friends who are on their own journeys to healthy lives but I can’t join in because, well, I don’t need to lose weight. I don’t say that to brag. But I do think this needs to be said . . .

Skinny does not equal healthy. At least, not in my case it doesn’t.

As I write this, I am sick again. Last Tuesday my throat started feeling scratchy. By Wednesday it was worse. But on Thursday I woke up feeling better than I had in months. I woke up early, which never happens anymore. I always hit the snooze button no less than four times and usually end up late to work, looking flustered and sometimes wearing clothing that doesn’t match. Unless navy tights match with a black dress. No? I didn’t think so.


Well baby visit? Okay, if you wanna call it that.

Brigham is sick. Again. I couldn’t tell you the number of times he has been sick. I lost count last year some time.

Last Saturday he felt like he was burning up. We checked his temp and it was 101. We gave him a dose of Tylenol. He basically slept all day. I laid him on my chest and he barely moved from that spot. It was so sad. He didn’t have the energy to do anything but sleep.

Finally around 5:00 p.m. his temp rose to over 102. I called the on-call doctor at the children’s hospital and was going to ask what they thought about bringing him into urgent care. But then Naaman thought his breathing was labored. And since he’s a nurse and knows his stuff we quickly packed him up and headed to urgent care.


Let’s get to the bottom of this.

I remember thinking it to myself. I think every mama-to-be must think these same ridiculous thoughts before their first baby arrives.

I will not let myself go. I will not forget about me. I will not move myself to the bottom of the list.

Well, shucks. Pop out a couple babies and that’s currently where I sit. The bottom of the list. It’s not a pretty place to be. Staring up at all the people who get oodles of my attention. It’s understandable. However, I have no one else to be mad at but myself. I know exactly how I got here.