The Irony Of It All

When you are little and dream of having kids, you also dream of names. You have your perfect little first and middle names picked out while playing dress up and imagining the life you want. Then some idiot with the same perfect name you picked comes along and ruins it. Lets face it..if you have a name like Emma, and you met an Emma that you just cant stand, chances are you wont name your child that. Then you met your husband, and he has issues with names, and it ends up being this big drawn out process of agreeing on just one. Aaron and I liked Jayden. Then we met this little brat named Jayla and that got thrown out the window! There are some things you just don't want to be reminded of on a day to day basis.

I always loved the name Alexandria, and if you know me then you know that after meeting my high school sweetheart that name was just out of the question. No man that I was ever with would agree to that, and I wouldn't want to hear that name everyday anyways.

Ethan has adopted an outside animal..so of course its up to Ethan to decide what he wants to name it. We all agreed it was Ethan's choice! I'm wishing now that it had been a family decision..for I now have to hear the name Alex everyday..all day! Yes, my son decided to name his new friend Alex! Don't you just love kids??

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I think some stories are meant to be told. Sometimes there is a love that people only dream about, or live in fairytales. We have expierences that need to be shared with the world. Sometimes, no matter what it is, we just want somebody else to listen. I have my share of stories. Ive had times of great love, heartbreaking loses, memorable moments of pure joy, and every other emotion in between. I have debated on sharing some of these things but I feel it will only make me stronger. My book that I have started is a little bit of non-fiction. I dont feel that I can write my first book without having some of me in it. Its something Ive wanted to tell...and Im ready.

Finding the time

I love to write!! I have loved it since I was a little girl. Why is it though that I can never find the time anymore? And when I do have the time nothing comes to me. I find this to be very frustrating!!! When I finally get ideas...my head restores itself to mommy mode and all I think about are my kids. I guess that's not a bad thing, but it is if your trying to make a career out of being a writer...and lets face it, not everyone wants to hear about your kids all the time. Well guess what?? I must share what my kids did this week.....

I love Mothers Day!! Ill admit it, I like to get pampered. I love it more that Ethan gets excited to give me things that he picked out. This year at school they made cakes and decorated them for the moms. The cake came from Publix which I love!! Ethan got off the bus last week skipping down the driveway, my cake in his hand, just so excited to give it to me.

Ethan: "Here you go mom! I made you a cake, can I have a piece?"
Me: "Oh Ethan, thank you so much! Its so pretty...did you decorate...um..Ethan?? Did you eat the frosting while you were making the cake?"
Ethan: "I couldn't help myself! It was really good. Happy Mothers Day!"


So I may have had a cake minus some frosting...but its the thought that counts! He did however go with Aaron to pick out a present for me this year, and on Mothers Day morning I was given a beautiful diamond heart necklace by a very proud 7 year old. He was so happy to give it to me...and luckily the diamonds were all there!!

It finally hit me last night

I finally got an idea for my book. Ive always wanted to write a book and have so many ideas in notebooks. Well last night it came to me in a dream. Im super excitied!!!

Lets just go ahead and get this out of the way

Im a mommy. And mommy's are going to brag about their kids. We cant help it. Its been imbeded in us since we heard the first heart beat and felt their first little kick. Jaxson's first kick wasnt so little though. It was more of a jolt in my side. You can tell a lot about their personalities just in the womb. Ethan was very calm, he would go days without moving. I would feel little feet every now and then to reassure me that he was still there. The one and only time he kicked me in the ribs was the day my grandmother died and I had been crying all day. It hurt so bad and literally took my breath away. It was like he was saying 'Mom..enough'! I stopped crying after that and he never did it again. To this day Ethan does not like to see my upset. And he only needs to tell somebody once if he also upset. He slept through the night at 6 weeks old, and for the most part was a very calm baby.

Jaxson on the other hand, well he is a different story. As I said before, his first kick was brutal. After that it was non-stop. He would move and move all day and all night. So much that it almost made me sick. Doctors and nurses could never keep him on the monitor because he was so active. I actually had a L&D nurse come and tell me that she felt very sorry for me because I was going to have an active child. He is 6 months old right now and has yet to sleep through the night. He must be rocked to sleep every night. The child never stops moving..whether he is in my lap or on the floor. He is though one of the happiest babies I have ever met..always smiling!!

I always knew that I would be a mother to boys. Thats really what I always wanted. Ethan played baseball for 2 years and this year he has decided to play football. I cant wait to get out on the field and cheer my children on. Not only on the field but in everything they do! They make me proud everyday. I cant imagine a life without them.

Now, I wont make all my blogs about them but they are a huge part of my life so of course they are going to come up. Im not the perfect mother and Im sure Im not doing everything right..but hey, you live and learn...right???