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If Your Happy and You Know it Clap Your Hands....

Alright y'all, I need to post an actual blog post.  It's been awhile.I guess I have said " writers block".  Everytime I've sat down to blog, I've gotten this nasty attitude, like I just want to rant and complain.  I'm not a fan of giving a bad mood more than it deserves or letting people get on my nerves enough that it bleeds in my blog in the most passive-aggressive way possible.  So I won't go there this time.  Focusing on what I'm thankful for has been such a great practice, and has helped me avoid the above. 

So here goes nothing.....I'll update a little bit on everthing I suppose....

Finally, life is beginning to slow down.I am so appreciative of the fact that the moving/settling in process is over ( only to do it all again in T minus 5 months....) In theory, there should be a big hole where our next house will be soon. For some reason I doubt that they will break ground this week, but I would be happy if they did...I'm stressed and excited all at once.  Mostly stressed.  I'll be excited when I know its done...done right...and done on time.   So hopefully the weather will cooperate so the good building people can dig and make foundation..asap.

Haley is growing like crazy.  She figured out how to roll from tummy to back on a regular basis (finally) and can sit unsupported for a bit. The doctor doesn't seemed concerned with her progress since she sleeps on her back and never cared much for tummy-time (but is liking it more now); I still feel like she is a little behind on the gross motor skills, but I am not worried yet.  She doesn't coo much-- just yells, grunts, gurgles and growls.    She will be 6 months in about a week which means another check-up with more shots....boo shots. 

Ian is enjoying being a daddy.  He is crazy about Haley.  Like....Tom cruise on Oprah crazy about Haley. ( I actually had to look up how to spell Oprah.....wowwie wow.) It's very adorable.  She is crazy about him.  It's a very special bond, and someday she will fall in love with some fool, have a nasty teenage attitude, and break his poor little heart.  Circle of life.  Luckily he is still crazy about me too.  I like that.  And I'm rather fond of him sometimes as well.  I like when he fixes things I break.  Like the dryer and stripped screws.  He also brings me stuff 37 times a day when I ask.  Which is probably very annoying, but he never complains.  He says funny stuff in the middle of the night, like the pillow is a time machine.  He watches all my stupid shows with me and never makes me watch sports.  He carries stuff to my car for me when I have my hands full and walks the dog when it's cold and I don't want to.  It's pretty amazing that he puts up with me and even loves me despite my annoying corks, habits, and bad attitudes when I'm tired.  He forgives me when I screw up big and helps me be a better person.  I'm thankful that I choose so wisely.  When I feel like the world is crashing in and I can't count on a single person, I am reminded that I have a partner in crime to face the world with...and then everything seems so much better. Okay gag-fest is over.  Besides playing dad-hubby-boyfriend...he has continued to work his butt off at work.  Schedule changes are coming soon, so fingers crossed that he will get something great.  Also he has another week of vacation coming up ( and we don't even have to move this time). 

By this point, my two readers have probably stopped reading do to my obnoxious-ness...but regardless...I shall continue.  Being a SAHM has been pretty amazing so far.  I went and visited my school that I student taught at and also had an opportunity to work my dream teaching position at.  They pointed out what could have been my classroom.  But I know I made the right decision for my family.  I have two "jobs" that keep me busy enough.  One of which I get to bring Haley with and do something really special ( working with a child with special needs for 6 hours a week plus another 6 every other Wednesday) and the other job is 3 hours at a tanning salon.  But its been great.  I couldn't imagine not being with my child all day every day.

And this is when I am going to say something that is going to make most cringe.  I'm seriously considering home schooling our child(red).  Which, will someday, be a blog topic in its own...but not now.  Right now...it's just a thought.  We will see how I feel two kids and 5 years later ....that's two...additional... kids God and Ian willing ; ). We will see.  It's just a thought. 

Well.............I think that is all I have for now.   I tossed in a photo of Haley.  It's not great, but it shows how big and grown up she's getting. Oh ya and please forgive the typos and such, posting via phone is not easy. 


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