Signs of (Our) Life

And of course I had to throw in one of the J Man himself. Welcome to the table, buddy. We'll have some good times here. :) (PS - see the bottle stand in the background of this picture that I have left out on the counter because I can't seem to find it within me to put it in the cabinet? I can't believe it's time...)

These sights bring me so much happiness everyday...I have lived for the moment I would see magnets going every which way on my fridge (Thanks, Becca!) and toys scattered from room to room because that meant a kid would be in the house! Someone very wise (probably my mom) taught me early on not to dread the messiness kids can bring. Some days I want to scream when I'm trying to get ready and the Little Dude is right below me pulling every hair accessory (ones I didn't even know I had...have you ever seen me wear a bright purple ribbon or thick, black head band...lol?) out of its drawer, but then I remember to be thankful that he is there making those messes.

I'm so thankful, Lord.

I'm not trying to sound like a perfect mom who never gets annoyed...trust me, I DO. It's just amazing to me how quickly this year has flown by, and I don't want to not enjoy to the fullest what I will one day for sure miss! The little porcelain thingie by my sink that my mom passed down to me on my very 1st Mother's Day (before J was actually here) is a constant reminder of this and has the following message painted on it:

"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up
We've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down, cobwebs!
Dust, go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby
And babies don't keep!"

Now, I could stand to not follow that verse quite as closely as I do...haha. In my defense, I've never claimed to be real domestic. It's just that now I don't have the excuse of a full time job and graduate school. Oops. I'm real good at playing with my boy, but the cleaning/organzing/cooking stuff is not quite my forte. I'm working on it, though. I do keep a clean kitchen, and I think that's what matters the most. Do you agree? My husband is patient with me, and he knows I try. Lord knows I try. I'm just a mess...I would lose my head if it was not attached to my body. I make simple tasks (like putting away laundry) take three hours. I really don't know how I do it...it's an amazing talent I have. I'm talking so badly about myself, but I have actually cooked 2/3 nights this week (that we were home for dinner) and my house is actually pretty straight right now. Right now. Booya! Thank you to my dear and loving husband who in 6 years of married life has not (totally) lost his mind because of my shenanigans...I love that guy.

This was quite possibly the most random post ever.
Maybe instead of making you lose respect for me (like the First Haircut post), this one made you feel better about yourself (and lose respect for me.)
Whatever the case, I hope you have a great day.

Love,
Lindz