tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253657215971612492024-03-05T19:39:28.162-08:00Planning for ChaosSarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-37242881680572954172013-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:002013-06-17T00:06:12.903-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Okay, Okay...I admit it. I am a seriously obsessive shopper. I don't spend much money. But when I know I have a little extra money coming, I usually have something in mind that I'd like to spend it on... For example, I have a birthday coming up. (hint-hint) And I have been obsessively shopping for the perfect black, leather purse. I don't even want to think about how much time I have spent searching for the perfect one. I want just a hint of edginess, enough classiness for my internship coming up. It needs to be big enough for diapers, wipes, notebooks, an occasional schoolbook, etc. The mix of being a mom, wannabe fashionista, and student is an interesting version of chaos. For so long, I tried to find "my style." However, I've learned that my style can be whatever I want for the day. I do get much more use out of my wardrobe if I keep it classy, sophisticated with a touch of edgy and maybe a twinge outdoorsy. ugh. I have spent at least 6 hours searching for the perfect purse. I've got a few picked out now, but who knows if I will ever purchase one. I need help. Or I just need to learn to make a dang purse. I exhaust myself. </i></span>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-54184578464597787872012-09-17T01:20:00.000-07:002012-09-17T01:20:05.405-07:00Fall WishlistEvery time the season changes, I end up with a wish list in my mind of items that I'd really like for spring. Usually, it's just something that goes along with the trend, but I always picture it a certain way in my mind. My #1 wish list item right now is an oversized clutch. However, I don't want it structured. I'd like a slouchy, oversized envelope clutch. I'm not having much luck finding one. Oh, plus, a neutral color is a must. Other items for fall:<br />
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1. leather pencil or A line skirt<br />
2. striped blazer and cardigan<br />
3. heather grey tights<br />
4. cognac flats<br />
5. burgundy anything<br />
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<br />Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-72655631768852515392012-08-24T02:33:00.002-07:002012-08-24T02:33:33.091-07:00aaaahhhh!Kieran has turned into a climber. He climbs EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVERYTHING! What did I do to deserve this??Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-13956523959569601512012-07-25T16:09:00.003-07:002012-07-25T16:09:38.860-07:00Dropping pounds...(hopefully)I've just started counting calories with a myfitness app on my phone. We'll see how it goes! I'm trying to drop two pounds a week; We shall see!Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-80441553809524823842012-07-21T02:45:00.001-07:002012-07-21T02:45:13.061-07:00It's been a year...<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can't believe my stinkbug is now a year old. It's been an absolutely crazy year--the hardest, but also the best of my life. I love my little guy more than life itse<span style="background-color: white;">lf. We've been in the throes of party planning--pics to come. :) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Random: We were demonstrating piggie sounds to Kieran right after singing happy birthday to him yesterday. Now, everytime we sing him happy birthday, he makes his version of an oink. I guess that is an appropriate sound, as I'm sure much pigging out will ensue when he gets his cake...</span></span>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-82439490587068654302012-07-02T02:04:00.001-07:002012-07-02T02:04:38.713-07:00July!<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My birthday is in 4 days!! I'm six years old when it comes to my birthday--I can't help it! I love presents; I love cake; and I love time with the people I love. A birthday is the perfect time to combine those three beautiful things. Normally, I have my birthday planned for about six months in advance. This year, I've been spending all of my time planning my little stinkbug's first birthday party! His birthday is 13 days after mine. Thankfully, when the depression of my birthday being over hits, I can focus on the last minute finishing touchups for his bug party! I handmade beetle invitations and am working on all of the party decorations, etc. July is going to be a great month! </span>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-24212448306339085772012-05-30T00:19:00.000-07:002012-05-30T00:23:20.024-07:00Stinkbug is now ten months old--as of ten days ago. In some ways, it feels like it has been FOREVER since he was born, forever since I had a day to myself, forever since I woke up to silence rather than cries, and forever since I didn't know what it felt like to be a mom. In other ways, it is absolutely paralyzing to think about how fast it feels like it is going. Planning began about a month ago for my bug's first birthday party. I'm keeping the theme under wraps for the moment. I have already spent over an hour handmaking the first invite. It will start going faster from here now.<br />
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Personality:<br />
He is <i>stubborn. </i>You can move him away from something (namely the entertainment center and all of those glorifying buttons and lights) 20 times and he will keep going back. He is learning what no means, as he pulls his hands back quickly if we walk towards him. He gets a minute or two in the playpen everytime he touches it. To him, this is utterly devastating. However, not quite devastating enough to keep him going in for another blissful button push. You can move him to another room, even handing him toys he hasn't played with in a long time, and he will head right back into the living room towards the entertainment center. His other blissful haven? The bathroom. He saw me unroll toilet paper and his eyes lit up. He was smitten. Now every time the door is open, he will speed crawl (while squealing) towards the door to stare at the toilet paper and to stand against the edge of the bathtub to stare longingly inside, wishing for water and a way to get into said water. He is also a total and complete ham. He adores strangers and squeals and yacks at them until he gets their full attention. Every great so often he has started playing shy and ducking his head into my shoulder; this lasts for about 5 seconds. Anything action that is followed by a laughter reaction is automatically repeated. He bumps his head; we laugh at his reaction. He does it again. He has started lying flat and laying his head on his arms in a dejected pose when he is frustrated. And, my, oh my, the fits. He started screaming (with a pouty lip) and kicking his legs when I would not feed him ice cream. He had no idea what it was, but he was pretty darn sure he wanted it. When I put it down and tried to pick him up, he slapped my hands away. I have a feeling that while I adore his huge personality now, it is going to make for some hellish toddler years. Oddly enough, I'm still looking forward to them. If we can all survive them, we can make it to the first Science project we get to do together! Sean and I can't wait! My only true lament at this point, he is STILL not sleeping through the night. He gets up 2-3 times a night to nurse. This will be ending shortly, as I have no plans to breastfeed forever and I refuse to give him anything that will cause tooth decay at night. He is a little yacker and yammers away all day. :)<br />
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Words:<br />
Mama, Daddy, Hi, Dog, (He loves saying, "hi, dog!" to the dogs in the morning), ta-da, more, water, outside, cat, no-no, alligator, "oh, my gosh," "ada" (which is both grandma and grandpa), thank you, ice chest, diaper, bye-bye, and more I can't remember.<br />
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Favorite things:<br />
Crawling away naked during diaper changes, his wooden stacker toy, cups full of water (or barley tea?), peekaboo, getting tossed in the air or "dropped," mirrors, baths, the dog kennels, any animal on God's green earth, and food of any kind, crawling, pulling up (on everything) (You have to be careful if you are wearing loose pants as he will pull up on pant legs), walking along furniture, talking, and doing anything dangerous (flinging himself face first off of steps).<br />
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I just can't get enough of that little boy. I love you, Stinkbug!!<br />
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<br />Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-50644798243512659252012-04-24T21:49:00.002-07:002012-04-24T21:52:32.162-07:00Worry<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
I can't stop thinking lately. And worrying. I'm worrying about whether or not Kieran will ever be weaned, then I worry about how I'll feel when he is. I worry he'll never get over his separation anxiety, then I worry about whether he'll love me when he doesn't need me. I worry about how I'll get through another day of a nine-month-old who needs me CONSTANTLY, then I worry about him getting growing so fast. Worry...worry...worry. </div>
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So many moms I know just seem to absolutely <i>love</i> being a mom. I do love my son, and I think I love it overall. But, my goodness, it is <i>hard</i>! Harder than I ever imagined it would be. I don't know how so many moms just seem to have it all together. I don't. I feel like I'm drowning 90% of the time. Okay...take that back, 99% of the time. And then I get back to the worrying and worry that I'm just not enjoying it enough. That I'm not enjoying the experience enough, after all, I hear constantly that it goes by <i>SO FAST</i>, as if I don't know that at this point. </div>
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I do enjoy the small moments--those moments where a little face with milk dripping down his cheek looks up at me and grins a half-toothless grin and whispers, those moments where he pulls up on something (He is indiscriminate about what he pulls up on at this point...a bra strap, a table, a toy, etc.) and makes excited little "haaa haaa haaa" sounds, those moments where he focuses and touches a new texture with his tiny index finger, and those moments where he just wants cuddles from his mommy. I love this boy so much it feels like I will explode. Btw, I am utterly repulsed at myself for perpetuating the constant mom-isms ("you blink and they are grown up," "You'll love them so much you won't believe it," etc.) that will drive you NUTS as a first time mom. But most of them are true. You worry. You love. You want more sleep, but you wouldn't give up the quiet night time moments. You want the waking up constantly to end, but you DREAD the last time you will get up to feed that baby. It's an absolutely <i>insane</i> experience and I think in the end it will be worth it...at least at this point, I have hope it will.</div>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-27814576655047430132012-03-28T02:23:00.000-07:002012-03-28T02:23:33.745-07:00NeutralsI have a thing for neutrals. I love that they go with everything. If the majority of your wardrobe is composed of neutrals, then you are free to buy whatever pops of color your heart desires. This spring extremely light pinks and nudes are just working for me. I love them. Subdued hues are just perfect for spring. A bohemian chic nude layered look just seems <i>right</i> this spring. I can't wait to do some more shopping! (If only we weren't trying to save money...)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-92095915693631118502012-03-01T15:54:00.000-08:002012-03-01T15:54:32.566-08:00First HikeWe took Kieran on his first hike! We hiked on the Pacific Coast Trail. It was pretty windy, but still a lot of fun. Maddie and Gretchen sure enjoyed it! It was nice walking them on the way up because they help pull you, but the same goes for the way down, which is quite scary! I love doing things with my little family! :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-15018125921992125132012-02-21T02:20:00.001-08:002012-03-01T15:53:12.037-08:00Coming to you from FussyvilleI've been planning on popping in and telling you about our alternative to a typical, romantic Valentine's Day this year. However, Stinkbug has been screaming for days straight. Well, it feels that way, at least. I'm hoping it's teething; if it's not that means teething is still yet to come and then I'd have no idea what is going on now. He wants nothing to do with anyone but me and just wants to nurse constantly! <br />
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Aaaanyways, normally, we prefer romantic, dating memory-inducing, sweet dates or trips. This year, to make a preemptive strike against the frustration that was sure to rear its ugly head when we tried to take a romantic date with a 6 month old, we decided to do something that would be fun for Stinkbug, but that we would also enjoy. So...we headed to the zoo! It was a blast! Unfortunately, we both forgot our cameras. :( Thanks to technological advances, we were both armed with cell phone cameras. The pics certainly aren't great, but we were able to capture moments from Stinkbug's first day at the zoo. He loved it! Especially the flamingos. They squawked. He squawked back. They squawked. And the cycle continued. It was adorable! A few of the animals really seemed to like him; the Coati walked over and stood by him and tried to sniff. It was pretty darn cute. There was also a golden-cheeked gibbon who was holding her little baby. The baby kept trying to steal twigs from her as she was eating. EVerybody laughed when stinkbug proceeded to try to grab our straw while we were watching the gibbons. Goofball. :) He squealed at every stranger he saw all day. It's so odd how much more he likes strangers than people he knows. <br />
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After leaving the zoo, we went to the mall to take advantage of the time to get some errands done. Sean spoiled me and bought me two pairs of pumps and makeup! One of my pairs of pumps should be getting here tomorrow. I'm dying to see them! Plus, I got my newest nail polish obsession: OPI's Touring America Collection: Uh Oh, Roll Down the Window. It's a fairly matte army green. It is pretty neutral for a green; I love pairing it with my feminine ruffly ivory top. The contrast is magnificent. Anyways, it was a darn good day. :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-68827098633476564352012-02-06T15:13:00.001-08:002012-02-07T01:41:42.825-08:00Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-85593843950513871222012-01-21T22:43:00.000-08:002012-01-21T22:43:58.839-08:00Being Loved and Loving<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="font-size: small;">Okay, sappy (and religious) moment here. I was told when I was 15 or 16 that I probably would never have kids. No one knew what I had been told, but a lady I grew up with told me that she believed God told her to tell me that I would be able to have kids. Long story short, God found me the perfect man. I went of the depo shot, was praying about everything and remember thinking while praying that getting pregnant in November would be perfect. 11.5 months later, I got pregnant in November. I also (this is silly) but reeeeeeeeeeally wanted a baby with fuzzy blonde hair. Today, I am looking down at my precious baby boy with his perfect little face and fuzzy blonde hair, and I know one thing beyond the shadow of a doubt. I am loved.</span></h6>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-75576817741554927302011-12-24T23:28:00.000-08:002011-12-24T23:28:28.521-08:00ChristmasTomorrow is my son's first Christmas! I am ridiculously excited!! I am as excited as much about future Christmases as this one. I can't wait to start new traditions with my little guy that will make Christmas as wonderful for him as it was for me as a child. My parents always worked hard to make our Christmases special. I am so thankful for my kiddo and my husband this Christmas. Kieran will tear the paper off of presents, but he much prefers eating the bows. :) He'll probably spend tomorrow doing a combination of a few things--fussing, spitting, squealing, laughing, rolling, and wiggling. :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-27165039257762679732011-11-26T21:45:00.000-08:002011-11-26T21:45:41.963-08:00ThanksgivingWe had a very blessed Thanksgiving this year! It was our little turkey's first Thanksgiving. Although, I can't say for sure that he enjoyed it, he didn't seem to hate it? We baked our very first turkey, and it was ah-maz-ing! It was so moist it was falling off the bone. We are using leftovers from said turkey and I made a green enchilada turkey casserole. I hope it's good! :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-82318599054738597732011-11-15T02:39:00.000-08:002011-11-15T02:45:45.123-08:00I am done!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is a bittersweet moment. I am done with my Bachelor's program. Part of me is excited, part of me has no idea what to do with myself! I have been in school for 16 years, and have never had a break of more than couple of months. I'm looking forward to spending more time with my Stinkbug. :) Lately, he's been babbling, squeaking, and fake coughing constantly. On Friday evening, I was holding Stinkbug in front of our closet doors, which are comprised of giant mirrors. He was kicking excitedly, then realized that if he kicked the mirror, it makes a squeaking noise. He stared at his feet in the mirror and kept doing it. Now, he does it everytime he sees the mirror doors. It's adorable. And apparently "genius," according to Grandma Lisa. :) </div>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-77733854025184659092011-11-11T23:28:00.000-08:002011-11-11T23:28:41.558-08:00Random fact of the day...I am in love with vintage lace at the moment. :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-16510369713098039582011-11-11T23:27:00.001-08:002011-11-11T23:27:05.830-08:0011sIt was 11:11 on 11/11/11 11 minutes ago. :)Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-18937430984613223462011-10-30T22:05:00.000-07:002011-10-30T22:05:29.526-07:00Knitting!As I will be graduating in 21 days, I believe it is time to find some new hobbies. Without school, I generally feel listless and tend to spend many hours over analyzing and worrying about everything. As a preemptive strike, I took up knitting! I don't like watching tv, etc., without doing something to keep my hands busy and my brain sharp. Last night I mastered casting on with a long tail and the basic knit stitch. I'm going to start working on the Purl stitch tonight! :) Trying to decide what my first project should be! I really want some chunky, chunky yarn! :DSarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-30805254132156154362011-10-22T02:16:00.000-07:002011-10-22T02:16:18.656-07:00Ah, time flies!My stinkbug is growing up! He has officially started <i>trying</i> to roll over. He doesn't have the momentum to quite make it as of yet, though. If he could talk (and he's also trying that!), he would probably use the excuse that his cloth diapers make it harder for him. Poor little guy. ;) He's been busy doing so much growing and developing; I am such a proud mama. I know it's silly, but I'm pretty darn sure he is the smartest baby ever! He also figured out how to get toys in his mouth. No stuffed animal will ever be safe again! In other news, I only have 4 weeks left of class! Then, I will order my diploma! :DSarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-82131340807577871272011-10-10T03:45:00.000-07:002011-10-10T03:47:02.352-07:00Two perfect years...Tuesday is our anniversary. We were married October 11, 2009. We will have been married for two perfect years. In that time, we have rented an apartment, then bought a house, gotten two puppies (who are now two well-behaved dogs), bought a car, and had a baby. I am so thankful that God brought my husband into my life. He saved me from the mess I was in and reminded me that I was worthy of love--both his and God's. 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieafJbMeVXzVkdkoY3NgMuldEcw8P2brGdQFafjBrdllH5zZ3KFrJTRHTtRJ0oKxsGrOy7HUNaqPzn117wtYFQWMXKGSDrA97KGR06l9Ifd5q1s_xV0a1k4jta0sS7sO18-7itcMLpuaxM/s1600/315908_10150328017676158_701026157_8161600_1050267068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieafJbMeVXzVkdkoY3NgMuldEcw8P2brGdQFafjBrdllH5zZ3KFrJTRHTtRJ0oKxsGrOy7HUNaqPzn117wtYFQWMXKGSDrA97KGR06l9Ifd5q1s_xV0a1k4jta0sS7sO18-7itcMLpuaxM/s320/315908_10150328017676158_701026157_8161600_1050267068_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-38848116419328603202011-10-06T03:00:00.000-07:002011-10-06T03:00:14.670-07:00Maternal? What?I'm finally to that point. You know the one...as soon as you are pregnant, every person you know tells you that "you'll love that baby more than you ever thought possible" and "you'll be perfectly content to spend hours just watching that little face." (We'll get to the "you'll never sleep, shower, have sex, etc.," later) I knew everyone claimed this, but I am <i>so</i> not the maternal type. I've never liked babysitting; I don't love shopping for baby clothes; my ideal day is not spent feeding and changing a little face and a little bottom respectively...you get the idea. My husband and I tried to get pregnant for quite a while, yet when I got pregnant, I had a royal freakout. My brain went a million different directions--wherewillhegotoschool, whatwillweclothehimin, whowillbabysitwhileidomyschoolwork, wherewilliwork, whatcollegewilleheattend--that is basically the chaos that ensued. Even after he was born, I stared at him in a strange sort of disconnected awe. How the heck did that little guy happen? What did I do right, or possibly wrong, to deserve him? After the hormone dump faded and I've had time to adjust to the mindboggling changes that having a baby brings, I am at <i>that</i> point. I love that baby more than I could have ever dreamed possible, and I could spend hours just staring at that perfect and hilarious little face. Every quirk of his eyebrows amazes me as he learns about this world and all of the strange people in it (like the one constantly staring at him...). He can bring me from tears of worry at the littlest sniffle or the fever I'm "sure" he has to smiles and giggles at his antics in mere seconds. I love that little guy and the guy who helped me make him more than anything in this world. I may not be the maternal <i>type</i>, but I love being maternal with this baby. I guess I've passed beyond the mom stage to the official "mommy" stage.Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-5085945289678929212011-09-27T02:43:00.000-07:002011-09-27T02:43:36.175-07:00Another week goes by...It's amazing how quickly time goes by when you are in school. Especially when you have a paper a week to complete. The week speeds by before the next due date. The hours slip past in a haze of cuddles, laundry, diaper changes, feedings, reading, writing, and trying to keep up some semblance of order in my house. Thank God for a helpful husband and a little boy whose smiles keep me going.Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-57337310814232083432011-09-19T01:12:00.000-07:002011-09-19T01:12:52.610-07:00My smiley stinkbugKieran will officially be two months old tomorrow. He spent most of today smiling at his stuffed bird, worm, and owl. He has gotten so happy and smiley. It is amazing to watch how much he grows every day. He went to his first football game (His uncle Steven plays) today. He enjoyed watching the players run around, though, I'm sure they are just a glorified mobile to him. I hope you all are well!<br />
Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225365721597161249.post-42137191133980154612011-09-12T01:46:00.000-07:002011-09-12T01:46:07.384-07:00Peaceful evenings...I've come to believe that there is nothing better than an evening spent cuddled with my guys on the couch. I love kissing Stinkbug's chubby cheeks and cuddling close to my husband, enjoying having him home with me. Today, I had a bridal shower and errands to run and friends with whom to meet afterwards. I love a busy day and thrive on being busy, as one must imagine to be true since I have a newborn and am going to school full-time. However, a cozy evening is every bit as wonderful. I definitely never thought I'd say that.Sarah F.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06933449164568599075noreply@blogger.com0