MommyWeighLess

Every year, since Scarlett's first Halloween, we have made a trip to Dunnellon in Florida to the Pickin' Patch . This is a great place to take your family and enjoy some fall festivities. They have live pumpkins on the vine that you can cut yourself to take home and decorate. They also have a hayride, hay slides for kids, a corn maze, a sunflower field, and all kinds of good fun for the family. They have it set up beautifully for photo opportunities as well. I always make sure to take advantage of the scenery to get snaps of the kids. It is priced so affordably that it is more than worth the trip. Anyone three and up is $3.00 and the pumpkins range from $4.00 to $30.00 plus. They have ornamental pumpkins, jack-o-lantern pumpkins, sunflowers, white pumpkins (which are BEAUTIFUL), and they also sell gourds. There are rows upon rows of pumpkins! The kids love it! It's become a tradition for our family. This year would have been John's first trip. He was so tiny a...

Every gal has her fat day. Every gal that read that just nodded in agreement. Every gal that just read that laughed because they nodded...at least I like to pretend in my head that you all nodded and laughed...and you might still be laughing now... But don't fret ...I won't quit my day job in hopes for my BIG Comedy Central break! And I won't quit dreaming about it either! I'm sitting at my desk today, looking down at my massive belly roll hanging over my snug feeling jeans feeling all kinds of un-sexy and fat. Yup...I feel fat today. I mean, I am fat everyday, but today is a real exception. And as I sit here thinking this, and reading back what I have typed about myself whether in dark humor or not, I am very ashamed of myself . I thought about deleting this and going a different direction but realized I have brought an issue up that needs addressed and I need to be honest. I'm ashamed that I am not thinner. Ashamed that I don't fit into today...

Like I mentioned the other day, I am spoiled. Completely and utterly so. I can be smelled for miles around. There are a select few men in my life that can be held accountable for it all. The other day I wrote to tell you about one of the greatest men in my life: my dad . He was the perfect example to my sisters and I, in how we should expect a man to treat us. He has always loved and respected my mother, and taught us to expect nothing less from other men in our lives. He made a point to make sure that we were raised to be independent and head strong women, that could also accept the kindness of men. When I brought Dustin home to meet my father for the first time almost nine years ago, I was more nervous than he was, I think. My dad is a good judge of character, and he usually pegged our boyfriends for whom they were, whether it was good or bad. The couple of guys I brought home prior to Dustin were not well received by dad, and while his opinion didn't make my decision ...

I am spoiled. Rotten. Completely and entirely loved and doted on by the men in my life. I am lucky. I know this without a doubt. Every girl loves their father in ways that no one can ever understand but you and your father. He is the first love of your life. He gave you life. He is there to protect you. Provide for you. Support you. Punish you. Congratulate you. Push you. But most of all... LOVE YOU . My father has and does all of these things, even now that I am an adult. He showed me what I should expect from a man in the way that he treated my mother. He taught me how to be one of the guys (he has 3 daughters, no sons), while being his girly girl. He made sure that I was tough and could take care of myself, all while being able to let others in to help me take care of myself. He loved me even when I was doing everything in my power to drive him insane. He was always there when it mattered most. But most of all...I have always known his love for me. He's never said ...

My sweet little Scarlett Rose turned four a couple of weeks ago. My sweet little Scarlett Rose started Pre-K on Monday. My sweet little Scarlett Rose started showering all by herself. My sweet little Scarlett Rose now puts herself to bed at night. My sweet little Scarlett Rose.. .please so down ...you are growing up way too fast! Mommy can't pick up the pieces of my heart quick enough to keep up anymore. Becoming a parent is amazing. But being a parent sucks... a lot . It is like we go from holding these beautiful little bundles of baby goodness that rely on you for every. single. tiny. thing ...to BOOM! ...little persons all their own that don't require your services anymore. Tossed to the trash like a used tissue. But I love that feeling. Confusing, right? I know. You should... or could ...be in my shoes. I love seeing her blossom into this amazing person. I love that she is hard headed and independent. Those things will take her so far in this life. I lo...

I am a mother . I have two absolutely beautiful, amazing, full of life and wonder...toddlers. Scarlett is vivacious. She is a red-headed spitfire with a daily goal of trying to argue her father and I into oblivion. And Evan...well he is a person all his own too. He spends his days climbing, toddling, falling, yelling, hitting, playing, eating...and well...he is just a very busy little man. After a 10 hour work day, I come home to these marvelous little creatures., and I look forward to it all day. But once I am actually home, and chasing those little tyrants...I often have selfish thoughts. I have seen and heard enough to assume that most parents do. It is only natural to want to do things, or have things just for yourself. Yet, being a mother, when I do want to do things, or have things (even just alone time)...I feel incredibly guilty for it. You are taught from a young age that when you "grow up" and have children, that you are supposed to sacrifice and do ...