Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Whole 30 week 2

This week was a challenging week as there was a holiday in there.  A holiday that normally is characterized by food, food, and more food.  
And not the Whole 30 kind.
We did well though having the cookout at our house with some friends that we had not seen in awhile. 
I was super excited that they enjoyed the food as well.
Then we had a potluck cookout at church.
Which we did not prepare for at all.
Tray after tray of sweets and salads all containing things that we could not eat passed by.
But we held strong and did not partake.
It was a little awkward just eating hamburger patties with mustard ( I checked the label) but we survived.
The results of this week are not as impressive as last.
I lost 1/2 a pound.  BUT I am noticing a definite change in my clothes.  They are getting baggier around the middle.
Whole 30 is not necessarily a weight loss regime, but I would be lying if I said I didn't care if I lost a few more pounds.
My candida die off is still there, but fading which is lovely.  And I definitely am seeing a return in energy somewhat.
I keep waiting for that "tiger-rush" of energy, but I think with 3 kids their schedules and one of them being a baby who still wakes in the night, Having enough energy to enjoy the day may be all I get.
The best part of it all though is the fact that I still have had no belly issues since starting Whole 30!
That is AMAZING in my book.
Im hoping with more water intake this week and maybe a tighter attention to my portion sizes that I will be able to see a more positive number on the scale next week.

Monday, July 1, 2013

I can do anything for a little while right?

Its amazing how one's body changes after having a baby...
or turning 30.
Of course things change physically, bellys are stretched,hips are wider, hair is a little grayer.
Oh that's just me?  Sorry never mind.
For the past year I have really noticed how varied my emotions have been, how clear of mind I have NOT been, and my over all strength and stamina seems to have taken a nose dive.
Then a few weeks ago I really became aware of how grumpy my tummy kept getting by the evening times.
After a lot of research and some soul searching I came to the conclusion that this must be diet related.

So I decided to Jump on the Whole 30 band wagon.  I figured a diet free of any and all irritants for 30 days would definitely tell me if this was diet related or if I was just getting old. LOL
I had heard of success from some of my friends of varying physical abilities so I figured this was something I could do.
I created a Pinterest page (of course) so I could go directly to approved recipes instead of seeing all of my naughty recipes in my Food page.

I want to set out some goals for this thirty days other than just weight loss so here goes.
First off: I hope to see if eliminating so much out of my diet will calm the belly gripes.  Nobody likes to be around a gassy lady.  :)
Secondly: I hope to have more energy to complete my day.  Too often I feel I'm just barely surviving.  
Thirdly: Clarity of Mind.  Im not sure if this is possible by eliminating foods, but I would love to feel less foggy brained and actually be able to carry on a conversation without forgetting what I was saying.... in the middle of a sentence.

I just finished week one and here are my thoughts.
I lost 5 lbs.  Wahoo!!
I am tired in the evenings- Upon reading the FAQs of Whole 30 it states that feeling sluggish is normal at first because the body is getting rid of all the nasties and relearning to burn fuel and fat not quick carbs.

I am hungry- Not always but there are days when I want to chew off my arm.- Again I checked the FAQs and find I need to add denser vegetables and good fats to my diet. Lots more sweet potatoes.

I am having a MASSIVE Candida Die off- This I'm not too surprised with since sugar has been a part of my life since... oh birth?  Can anyone say Sweet Tea?  Although unsurprising, being itchy in all the wrong places is terribly annoying.

My belly has not been grumpy ALL WEEK!!!! This I am super excited about and paired with the weight loss has been the only thing keeping me going.  

I DO have will power- I made it through the drive thru of a fast food establishment and did NOT order anything for me! Just munched on my trusty trail mix and passed the nuggets back. :)

My Husband is a Big ole whiner!  LOL I love him for taking this challenge with me, he came in on the tail end of week 1.  And boy did he ever gripe about all the things we couldn't have. Despite it all he is being very supportive (yet very verbal) and staying on this with me.... so far.


The belly progress and the weight are definitely my reasons for keeping on for week 2.  I hope this next week brings a bit more energy on top of the other successes.  



Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Hello old friend...

Three weeks ago I did something I had been putting off for a while.
I rejoined the YMCA.
I wasn't really thrilled about the situation, spending money when I had access to free equipment at home and the base gym. 
What I didn't have access to was a sitter I could afford as much as I needed.
Or children who would let me work out... because getting up any earlier was not happening.
After spending an entire day being the only person that Hazel talked to I knew I had to bite the bullet.
If nothing else I needed a few moments from the constant chatterbox my six year old has suddenly turned into since her brother went on vacation.
The first day back though I knew it was the right decision.
Being able to get back to running, lifting listening to my music and not a Kids Bop version of today's tunes was just what the doctor ordered.
It even encouraged Hazel to get out of bed willingly and get herself ready to go.  Let me tell you this NEVER happens. We have had to change dance studios and Co-ops because the struggle to get this kid out of bed and somewhere on time in the morning just turns me into the "Yelling Mom".
But here we are out the door sometimes as early as 8 am with hair combed and teeth brushed and snack in hand.
Glory!
So back in the gym I decided to finish my 10k trainer I had started back when I was prepping for the Newport 10 miler.
I love it!
And yes I am that annoying person who has to post every workout on Facebook.  I don't apologize for it.  I do it because I need the feed back from friends who will encourage me along.  I do it to prove to myself that I can accomplish this goal.  I do it to show my husband my commitment to making our lives as healthy and happy as I can.  And I do it to inspire others who see that if this girl can do it, maybe they can too.
But let me tell you....
An hour on the treadmill is killer! 
Like I got mad and said "Forget it!" today because I was tired and sore.  But I went back and walked it out and finished my 4.1 miles
I do think I will go back to my 5k trainer though and use it for a speed workout, just so I dont get bored and maybe just maybe the stars will align and I can go outside for long runs once a week and finish up the is 10k program.
Because next?  Next is obstacle training!!  YAY!!

Friday, June 7, 2013

I'm a Yeller

Ok so I have a confession to make.  
I Yell.
A Lot.
I come from a looooong line of yellers.  We are a loud group of people.
When you are yelling so loud that you can't hear what we are saying... We yell louder.
How else are you suppose to hear me right?
Problem is when you have kids and you yell and you see the hurt in their eyes or how they cower when your volume raises ......
because they are scared of you.
You  I frighten my kids.
I, the one who is suppose to be their ultimate earthly protector, frighten my children.
I don't like that about myself.  I can make all the excuses in the world about stress, lack of sleep, blah, blah, blah truth is I have gotten in a nasty habit of reaching for my yell before anything else.
Enter The Orange Rhino. 
Long story short, this mom is just like me and made a commitment to not yelling for a year and blogs about it.  Shes on Facebook too and offers great daily advice.
I've been doing better..
Until today.
Today Hazel began the day chipperly declaring that after lunch she wanted a nap.
"Ok", I laughed, "You can have a nap."
Of course when lunch came around she decided she wasn't in fact tired enough for a nap anymore.
"Changed my mind mom, let's go to the library and sign up for the reading program."
So we were off.  
After she's all signed up and tucked in with a few books that she *must* read right there in the library to add to her Summer log, in walks in another military mom with her kid.
The conversation immediately turns to homeschooling.
She is contemplating homeschooling her child for "half a year only" as they are transferring and would like to open up my brain and reap every bit of information available.
Socialization, Standardized testing, Art, Life lessons, Compassion towards others, How do I KNOW my kids are learning and WHO is checking to make sure I'm doing my job.

At this point I have answered these questions so many times the answers just roll out.  I'm confident in our choice to homeschool.  I don't need to be nervous and am happy to help.  You always get that one person though who likes to use you though as their sounding board as to why traditional school is better.
Why they are better.
It never sets well with me but Im adult enough to just let them ramble.
I feel a tug at my arm.
"Mom, I want you to put on a puppet show.."
"Give me a moment please Im speaking right now."  

Socialization, Standardized testing, Art, Life lessons, Compassion towards others, How do I KNOW ...."

"Mommy I want to write my books in my log"
"Just a little bit dear.."

Socialization, Standardized testing....."

"MOMMYYYYY!!!!!!"

And the fit ensued.
In the end Mrs. X got to say all she needed to, Hazel logged her books, and I wanted to climb under the nearest rock as my valiant effort at sharing homeschooling with someone was thwarted by my 6 year old's tantrum.
So as punishment I decided to withhold her movie for the evening. And let her know by yelling it to her in the car.  
Its like the noise just vomited out of me.  I could see the hurt in her eyes, the fear in Lillian's as she had no clue what was going on and then it all came out....

"I TOLD YOU I WANTED A NAP AFTER LUNCH THIS MORNING!!!"

So there you have it.  I should have listened to my child in the first place.  And although I doubt very seriously we were the ambassadors for homeschooling that Mrs. X was looking for, a lesson was indeed learned.
Now let's nap.






Monday, June 3, 2013

The Ever Elusive Element

Balance
Here lately I have felt like I am caught in the changing of the tide.  
Trying to manage this wife/motherhood/friend/active participant in life gig is hugely overwhelming at the moment.  Like one minute I have my feet planted and can make a little headway towards the shore and the next wave (sleepless baby, house, teaching, field trips, and in general need for an adult conversation) crash over my head and I'm left spinning head over heels hitting every obstacle cleverly hidden under the surface until I just can't tell which way is up and I'm starting to suffocate.
Then the wave subsides for a minute and I stand up, and can actually smile and make a few steps before the next crashing wave topples me.
The problem is no one else seems to be able to see anything but when I stand up and smile.
When I shamefully confess that I feel like I'm about to lose my mind I just get a sympathetic smile and a "Just know that this will pass," or a "Well you sure LOOK like you have it all under control."  
Well I'm so glad you think so, and yes I KNOW this is a phase and this will change sooner or later just as the tides do, eventually the waves will start washing me towards the shore of sanity instead of away to the depths of darkness.
Problem is I'm not so sure I'm strong enough to make it through this change right now.
Problem is people drown.
Being a military wife, homeschooling mom with a little one under foot, and in general content person has never been more difficult..... or exhausting.
There is so much need around me... good need, hard need, essential need. Everyone requires a piece of time and effort including me and I just don't know how to properly divy it all up.
"Everything cannot be top Priority Allison", my therapist once said.
"Yes but everything is so important."
"Make your lists, balance your lists, make sure you take care of essentials first including yourself and forget the rest."
My four walls, Lists, do it right, put blinders to everything else.
Dear Lord I'm trying.  Just let me make it to shore.


Sunday, May 5, 2013

I did it!!

So last Saturday I got up nerves all a tingle and tidied the house, looked at the clock, paced, looked at the clock some more, and FINALLY it was time.  I was going to pick Angela up from the airport!!  We were really going to see each other, we were REALLY going to run 10 MILES!!  

She hopped off the plane and it was immediate tears!  Gahh!! I missed that girl!!
24 hours before we had agreed very last minute to volunteer for bib pickup at the Fort so away we went!  Falling right back into all our conovs like we had never been apart for 3 years!  It was great!!
Ang began to really worry about halfway through bib pickup that she was going to freeze to death as the wind picked up and whipped us for the 4 hours we stood handing out bibs.
It was all worth it though.
We thawed.  
I got a green shirt.  
:)
That night I was a basket of nerves trying to get my things together and worrying about my little Princess who has officially adopted the "I'll sleep when I'm dead" mantra.  She's why I had not trained in 2 weeks.
Could I do this? Were we going to keep Angela up all night?
And then I melted the shirt Ang made for us to support Boston.
In all honesty I wanted to cry.
Sleep was evasive as usual, but I pulled myself out of bed on time, and readied.
We hit the pre race yoga session which was awesome as I didn't struggle nearly as bad as I thought I would through the venyasas 
Once at the starting line I saw so many people I knew and really began to get excited... and emotional.
Hey no sleep for 8 weeks will do that to a woman.
Yeah I cried.
Moment of Silence for Boston...
Tears streaming...
Then the gun.
We were off.  The view was spectacular, the route much harder than I anticipated, and people were passing me like crazy.
Doubt.
Then at around mile 2 there was a couple just standing on the side of the road high clapping and cheering for every runner that passed.  
There were people there to cheer us on.
I knew then I could do it.
I may not be with the people I knew but there were people high fiving me and telling me what an awesome job I was doing.
That gave me the drive to keep going.
Right up until mile 6.
I was done, my running app had frozen, my feet were screaming and people were STILL passing me!
Then I saw a little dude from the Boston Marathon again cheering me on and right past him on the left was 
Amy, my friend and fellow runner.
Her sister was running too but had already passed and she was waiting to cheer me on.
I bawled the whole way past her!!
It really was what kept me going.
I made it to the mile 8 water station and there was food... bananas.
I could see them from way off.
I hate bananas.
Funny though my body seemed to move of its own accord and I took the banana ate it and didn't die.
LOL
It really wasn't bad.
3/4 of a mile away from the finish Ang came back for me.

Angela after she finished photo courtesy of my hubs <3 p="">

She prepped me that the finish line was a little different than we had thought, that my family was there and I was totally going to smoke my goal.
Did I mention my feet were crying?  
Another Running/Homeschool/Military friend Jen hollered as we went by.
Next thing I know she was running with us to get me to the finish.
Now this is the girl who told me at my last race, "Find someone you know you can beat, and beat 'em...... or take 'em out."  Love that girl!
So they were running with me and I had to stop and walk for just a few paces and the girls I had picked to beat passed me.
"Oh NO YOU DON'T!"  
(I really hope I didn't scream as loud as I said it in my head)
Jen laughed and we pushed right on to the finish line.
10 Miles.
in 2 hours and 13 minutes.
My goal was 2:30.
Victory was mine (and I didn't have to take anyone out).
The rest of the day was spend recouping, visiting and going back to the course with a camera.
Pure bliss.
And how did I get rid of the soreness of running 10 miles?
Oh, just took a 3 day trip walking downtown New York City. 
But that is for another post. 
:)
Proof I actually ran
(again photo thanks to my amazing hubby)

This is what we ran beside!  It was breathtaking!

Angela




Perfection.


Monday, February 25, 2013

I feel all grown now.

So being a military wife means we move..
a lot.
Fortunately that means I get the opportunity to meet some pretty awesome people.
Unfortunately that means I also have to leave those people when we transfer.
For the past 7 years all of our traveling has revolved around family.  Which is all I figured traveling meant in this life.
But over the past few years I have sat by while fellow military wives have had friends come to visit them, and they in turn fly out for weekends ALONE to visit as well.
 
I must admit I have been a little jealous.
Don't get me wrong I LOVE when my family comes to visit, but when you spend so much time rebuilding support systems everywhere you go, its nice to actually have connections beyond one duty station to another.  It also seems very "grown" to jet set to see a buddy.
Well my friend  Angela and I have bemoaned for 3 years that we missed each other, but it seemed the only way we would actually get to see each other would be for us to be re-stationed in Miami.
I told her about my latest running endeavor (The Fort Adams 10 Miler), and we fantasized about how awesome it would be if she could come up. 
But just like every military wife randomly searches rentals in locations they would LIKE to be stationed at, Angela tortures herself by looking up flights to see me.
Only this time the prices weren't so ridiculous....
Next thing I know I'm getting a picture text with a flight itinerary to me!!!!
Angela is coming HERE!  To run my biggest race yet!!
AHHHHH!!!!
To say I am on cloud nine is the understatement of the century.
Angela has been running just about as long as I have known her, and has totally been an inspiration for me to get off my duff and do... something.
Plus she's the only person who would let me box her in my back yard to blow off steam.
Gotta love friends who will let you hit them ;)


Friday, February 22, 2013

Lillian, why so fast?

You know that baby I just had?
Well she's trying her hardest to NOT be a baby anymore.
6 months old and already 2 teeth, crawling, emptying the bookshelves,
and latest pulling up and trying to walk when you hold her hands.
Will somebody please tell her this is NOT a race?




 

Chasing the light.

"Babe, can you watch the kids for a minute?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I HAVE to go catch that light!"
 
He shakes his head at me and smiles as I hastily throw on a coat, sneakers, and grab the camera.
Running out in the snow I realize only too late that I have forgotten my gloves... no matter that sun is going down fast and these colors wont last long.
The snow is giving this momma a little gift.  Through storm and gale and loss of power, the cabin fever and doldrums of the same four walls the sun finally emerges.  And as it sets across the chilly blanket of the ground, hues of purples and blues, pinks and oranges emerge and dance around.
I have to try and capture it.


 
I run like my life depends on it to the waves to try and catch the sun before it slips below the edge of trees across the bay.
The wind is howling through me as I inch out on the railroad bridge certain that I am going to fall trying to hold on to these colors.


 
I stomp back home triumphant.  At least as triumphant as I can be with such little knowledge of my "fancy camera".
 
 
 


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I took a little jog...

Just as I found out I was with child in 2011, my neighbors were a buzz with the crazy idea to enter a race to run this....
That's the Pell Bridge.  The race was 4.1 miles with one mile going up hill on the bridge
They wanted me to do it.  I wanted to be able to walk 10 steps without looking for the nearest ladies room.
While the reality of running the race with my friends was not to be, I did promise them after I had the baby I would run it. 
They would have already transferred, but it would be my way of keeping them close.
And I did.
14weeks after birthing.
I had every intention of training for the race, but some very pressing life happened beforehand which consumed all of my time.
To say I had race nerves that morning was the understatement of the year.
I just prayed I would make it.
Then I saw this....
That sunrise was one of the most beautiful and cleansing sights I had allowed myself to see for weeks. 
Words nor this simple camera phone shot could ever do it justice.
I was on a running high for hours.... until my body told me exactly what it thought about me running 4.1 miles with absolutely no training.
Ouch, but a glorious ouch!
This year I want more, I want to experience more soul cleansing as I make my way across the miles.  Yes I will run the bridge again, but that is later in the year.  right now my sights are set here.....
That's the setting for a 10 mile run.
10 MILES!!!
And its going to take me through some of the most beautiful scenery ever!!
And the coolest part is the finish line is smack in the middle of the Fort!!
I LOVE it!!!
Training started this week and I am actively recruiting more people to train with and run the race with me that morning.
So if your feelin' froggy...
Register and come take a stroll with me :)

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Lillian Corynne

I keep hoping to have the time to sit down and compose this perfect account of the birth of my youngest, but time and perfect words seem so fleeting and I want to capture the magic that is still in my mind NOW, so here goes....
 
I knew having the "birth I wanted" was going to come with a struggle, mainly to find a provider who was willing to allow me to VBAC.  Turns out that was the easy part.  Three doctors, 2 interviews with doulas, a manual turn for a breech baby, and finally completing my hypnobabies training later, here I was staring at an ever expanding belly that housed a baby who had decided that inside was the place to be.
Two days before the medical staff was to serve her an eviction notice and induce me, I started feeling "something".  Not ever having felt the natural oncoming of contractions I was constantly looking for the textbook signs. 
They never came.
So just to have something to do I found a contraction timer app and downloaded it.
Yes, an app.  My neighbor laughed and recounted to me "in her day they used a stop watch and a clock." 
So I started to time these feelings and then set off to the Library to take the kids to one of the Summer programs.  I think It was a music program.
All the while I was hitting my little timer going from 14-19 min apart.  I remember my friend Kelly watching the app and how wide her eyes got when at one point these feelings were 9 minutes apart.
But I was too comfortable to be in Labor.
That night Hazel and I were in the shower together and I just felt the need to prep her just in case I needed to wake her in the middle of the night.  She asked if the baby was coming now, and I said I didn't think so but I just wanted her to know so she was prepared (ie not a total grump munkin should I have to wake her).
I also texted my brother to tell him Happy Birthday a day early, just in case I was otherwise preoccupied the next day. 
I finished packing my bags, brought my yoga ball up stairs and filled my water bottle.
My body did all of this automatically, I kept telling Mike this couldn't be "it".
That night he slept while I sat on the yoga ball streaming hypnobabies and tapping my app.
At 3:30 AM Hazel came in the room and bounded on the bed asking me if it was time yet to go to Ms. Kelly's and was I going to hurry up and have the baby.
Then she started singing Jingle Bells.
It was July 25... Christmas in July.
Then I felt SOMETHING and needed to get in the shower.  By the time I got out I was tapping my app any where from 4-9 minutes apart.
I woke Mike and he called the hospital to ask if they thought we should come in, their response?  "We will see you in a few minutes." 
Ok, guess we are going.
I called my Dad on the way and told him we were going and how I REALLY hoped they didn't send me home.
I felt uncomfortable but not in pain, hitting the app every 2-4 minutes.
Standing in the parking lot at the hospital is when things got real.  I started laughing/crying that I was scared that this was going to hurt sooo much.
The next 10 minutes were when I panicked a little.  I was taken to a room while Mike moved the car, Kim my doula was not there yet, and the staff were trying to hook me up to all of their gadgets which I was trying to refuse.
The Intern Doctor came in and asked me about my hypnobabies tracks, afterwards she checked me "just to see where we are here".
Her eyes got really wide.
You're at 8!
Mike comes in
I'm at 8!
Call Kim now!
Kim, she's at 8.
And she rounded the corner.
Now I was ready.
They started to wheel me out and this poor sick pregnant woman was ahead of me.  We both couldn't fit on the elevator.
They pushed me ahead, everyone was afraid I was going to have a baby in the hall.
I remember feeling so bad for this woman, she was holding a barf bag.  I felt fine.
 
What I remember most about the midwife who attended my birth was that when Mike handed her our birth plan, she stopped.
She read it.
Entirely.
I was in awe.
Especially when she gave me no grief about my choices, even when she was scolded by the "head doctor" for not having me on a monitor.
She was there for ME.
The anesthesiologist however seemed to not understand I was NOT getting an epidural.
My water broke while I was in the bathroom. 
This was so cool!
  I was experiencing everything I never had the chance to experience naturally with my other two.
I immediately felt the need to push, but felt a bit at a loss of how I wanted to be.
Then Kim started humming with me through my contractions while I hugged Mike...
instant calm.
I was more vocal during the pushing process than I expected, but nothing dramatic.
I remember feeling as though her head would never come out. 
Everyone reminded me that I was doing exactly what I needed to do.
And then, she was here.
Passed through my legs into my arms, I was the first person to hold her.
Lillian Corynne.
 
10 pounds 1 ounce
 (Just shy of what her uncle weighed... they share birthdays)
She just looked at me, so calm, not crying, just looked at me.
We did it.
The midwife was patient and did not clamp the cord until it stopped pulsing, helped me deliver the placenta and then showed us the Tree of Life.
Kim stayed to make sure Lillian nursed well and then it was just us.
This birth was so healing for both Mike and I.
It was perfect.
And so is she.
 
 
 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Resolutions

I LOVE making New Year Resolutions!
Its a time for endless possibilities, time to dream, time to improve, time to throw away all that hasn't worked or held me down and start anew.
People who balk a New Years Resolutions annoy me. 
Yes I understand that often people make promises and they don't keep them, Yes I even understand that sometimes they don't intend to keep them, but to spend a few moments at least dreaming of what you can become can take you places.  Its like the ONE time everyone stops and actually daydreams about something BETTER.
There are soo many things I want to improve this year.  I want to write more, knit more, play outside more, paint more, cook more, explore more, read MORE. 
The details on how to accomplish all of this are still a little fuzzy but I know they are important because they are all things that make me happy. 
And they are all things that have taken a backseat in 2012.
Don't get me wrong last year was GREAT!  Nothing can compare to the birth of a child, and yet there were some definite struggles through last year.  Things that left me on my knees clawing at the very existence of God, begging for help, demanding answers, and sometimes even throwing tantrums at the ones I received. 
Mostly though 2012 was a year that I gave away to others.  I gave all my time to my children, your children, children I didn't even know... I gave my body over to grow a child, my mind over to worry over a loved one, and my sleep to all the above.
I don't regret a minute of it, but the stark cold reality of it is that all that giving away has left me a little more weathered in the face, seasoned in the hair, and scattered in the mind.
In short it left me old.
I am 32.  I am not old.
So this year while I still have the needs of a lot of others to care for, I HAVE to care for me too.  Because if I don't ... well you think you can throw a tantrum.  You haven't seen mine lol.
First things first is getting this body working again.
That means being healthy.
There are a lot of aspects of health but right now I am to tired to be a philosopher.  I just need this machine to work again.  And thankfully I have a partner willing to help.  But that is for another post.  For now, Lillian is asleep so I must follow her example..  Good night

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Best Year End EVER!!

Days leading up to New Years Eve we had not put much thought into any real activities...
I mean the idea of staying up PAST my children sleeping and missing those moments where I can close my eye myself?
Not appealing at all. :)
But all of a sudden we did have plans and we gathered the kids and the camera and headed to the church.
 
To witness a Baptism.
It was the best way to end 2012.
After the wet hugs and well wishes we went home for an improvtu fire and smores.



Then we got back to the "real plan" and went to bed right at midnight. 
Happy 2013!!
 


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!

Lordy it has been almost a year since my last post!  Time sure does fly when you are having fun!  Now we are embarking upon a brand spankin New Year and boy am I excited. 
2012 was a year of growth for our family as we added a new member to the family,
 Miss Lillian Corynne Fambro.
  I will write her story soon as it is a tale that MUST be told :)
For now I just wanted to embrace this space again and say hi old friend I have missed you!
Blessings to All! 
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