It's your story...write it!

I am getting better about this blogging deal. Its only been 6 days since the last time!! Not much has happened in my ever so exciting life. Although tonight was pretty entertaining. Seth, Camden and I went to visit Seth's brother who had twins about 3 weeks ago and had dinner with them. I can't imagien having 2 babies at once, but we will go there another time.

We left at around 7:30ish and By the time we made it in the car and 2 seconds down the road Camden was of course ASLEEP. Which, by all means is a good thing in any other circumstance, but this time not so good. I hate when he falls asleep in the car because I have to ever-so-gently remove him from the car still attached to the seat and ever- so gently walk into the house and ever- so gently place him on the floor and pray that he stays sleeping, straining just about every muscle in my body, carry that heavy big ass car seat AND a 20 pound kid. Anyway, he fell asleep...blah. Of course, like every other time Camden has ever fallen asleep whether strapped into the car seat or not, he wakes up about 10 minutes after. And these 10 minutes, well were just about when we were pulling into our drive-way. Saves me from straining my muscles getting the car seat out. Anyway, I decided to give him a quick bath and lay him down. I turned the hot water on and couldn't help but feel like I needed a hot bath too. So I quickly undressed my self (feeling that he may be getting a wee-bit too old for these co-ed baths) undressed him and hopped in. No sooner had his butt touched the water and I had just settled in, a TURD began floating beside me. GROSS. I jumped up from the heavenly wonderfully hot water and ran to put on my p.j.'s to quickly save my precious baby boy from the now contaminated water. Well, he didn't like that very much and immediately went to reach for me and get to me by whatever means necessary. In this case, flopping out of the tub on his face like a wet baby seal. He under-estimated what would happen with such action and let out a wail when his face smacked the cold tile floor. My back was to him trying to pull my p.j. pants over my soaking wet legs when I heard this horrible scream, turned and ran to him, with his face down, butt in the air with *gross* poop still attached!!!! What a night. He was screaming, I was gagging and we had no one to help save us! We were on our own in this panic-stricken sisuation. Tonight was my mommy realize moment that there is never a dull moment when you have children around.

Lately, I have been noticing that your life is what you make it. If you want crazyness then there will be crazyness. If you want drama, drama you'll have. If you want happiness then you'll be happy. If you want love and kindness then that's what you'll have. My mother will forever have a list of things that she wishes to get done, things that she will regret never doing and a list of things that she did that she feels she was pressured into doing. I want to live my life doing things that I love and be with people who make me happy. I think that people who always seem to be doing what you want, and seem to be living a some-what similiar or more hetic life, just take the time to do things that make them happy. Maybe the laundry isn't done and there are dishes in the sink..so what? I really don't want to wake up one day at 40 years old and be like "Ohhh I wish I would have done THAT when I was younger.." It's Your Story...Write It!!!
I feel that its really important (and always have) to write your life down. I have always had a diary and plan on allowing my children to read it when they get older. I feel that its important for kids to relate to their parents, to be reminded that they aren't the only teen to be feeling the way that they are. I would love to look back at my mom's teen/ young adult life and be able to read her words and feel a little of what she went through. Memory is always different then actual words written in the moment. We always remember the good and forget the bad. I know that I won't make a big mark on history, and you'll never find my name in the history books, but to my kids and my grand-kids they may one day be very interested in what life I led as a teen and adult. They may wonder what life was like before them and what it was like when they were too little to remember any of it. I try really hard to document every moment of Cam's life. Everyone laughs at me because I saved everything from when he was a "baby" and scrap-booked every moment in his short 9 months. Its so important to me to capture and freeze these moments. I never want my kid(s) to ever wonder if they were loved, and always have a resource to go to when they have questions. I know my memory will become foggy and I want to be able to tell them accurate information. I love hearing about my mom's life before me or even when I was little and have no memory. I love hearing when she was kid and everything that they did. Or about my grand parents and there love story and what it was like to have 2 baby girls or "irish twins" as were called. And having cloth diapers, having to boil them on the stove to clean them, washing clothes by hand..everything is so interesting to me. I wish my grandmother had a journal. I would soak up every word in that thing and read it front to back probably more then once.

To sum this up, I just think that everyone should do what makes them happy. Be who you want to be. Starting today. No saying 'what ifs' or 'I wishes' make them 'I am' or 'I will'. No more tommorrows because today is tommorrow. Yesterday is gone, today is now and life should be lead that way. I want my child(ren) to look back at their childhoods and smile and be happy and one way to make them happen is for me to be happy. How can I be unhappy and expect to raise happy kids? I need to be happy and fill up on love and things that I enjoy so I can spill-out all those things on people in my life that matter. And I also think everyone should document there moments if not for your kids, then for yourself. If I ever (god-forbid) end up in a nursing home eating gross soup then I'll have my journals and pictures to look back on and remember what once was. (That will never happen though because me and Seth have a deal if we ever get to the point where a nursing home is a possibility we are to take eachother out by whatever means nessecary and barry eachother behind the barn or where ever we see fit). Oh, and I want my kid(s) to know the real story behind there mom and dad's love story because I feel its a great little story and cant wait to be asked about it!!! Hey, Its my story..and I'll write it!


This picture is 3 1/2 years old. Wow, do we look young!


Peace All <3