My Boys!

Noah needed a haircut because the "old man comb-over" wasn't working anymore!

Big "Gurl" Bed

So Mr. Clean and I got a little brave yesterday and Laney's big girl bed out of the attic. Laney helped mommy put it together and then looked at me and said, "Mommy I don't like it." I told her that I loved it and it was so cool, then she started to warm up to it. It took maybe about 5 minutes and she was lovin' it. She climbed on and said, "Mommy big gurl bed."

I was at a MIA team meeting last night so poor Mr. Clean had to put her to sleep. When I got home she was sound asleep and he said it was easy. All he did was lay on the floor beside her and rub her little head. He told her that he was proud of her for sleeping in her big girl bed and that she needed to stay on her bed and go to sleep. Well, he must have something I don't because she listened to him.

I have to say I was a bit nervous because she wiggles and rolls all over the place in her crib. Half the time I go in and check on her and both legs are sticking out the side of the crib. But she only woke up once at 6:30am and I told her to go back to sleep because it wasn't time to get up yet. She listened and slept til 9:30am. WooHoo!

Hopefully tonight goes just as smooth!

Baby Laney in her crib!



Big "Gurl" Laney



Big "Gurl" Laney in her Big "Gurl" Bed!

The Law of the Garbage Truck

One day a woman hopped in a taxi and they took off for the airport. The taxi was driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of them. The taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling. The taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly.

So the woman asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck. He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Let God handle your garbage.....

Random Pics

Amy in the car on our way to see Joyce Meyer




Our Crazy driver for the night!



The only sane one of the group...LOL

Who am i???

I have often thought about who I am... not in Christ because I don't have to question that. What I mean is what category do I fit into. Let me explain or try to explain.

When I was young I was a tomboy (to the point of peeing outside with the neighbor boys). Then I found out about Barbies and I was a total girl. I was a cheerleader and hated it except for competitions so I quit and started feild hockey which I loved and played until I was a junior in high school. Then I made horribly bad decisions and quit and did nothing but hang out with my bad for me boyfriend. During that time however I became obsessed with always wanting to be done up or look put together. After I moved away I was into hiking and being "out-doorsy". I then moved to the beach and became a beach bum. Later I went to Elim Bible Institute and became a professional that had to dress up like a grown up. And now I am a stay at home mom with no style because my clothes are too small and my maternity clothes are too big. arghhh.

So to sum it all up... tomboy, cheerleader, athlete, prep, earthy, beach bum, professional, mom! I am all over the place when it comes to style, personality and hobbies. So who am I? That is a question I am trying to figure out. There is no mold for me and I feel so out of place. This is so bad that it is effecting my relationships with people because I feel like I don't belong. I've tried for so long to figure out why I am all of a sudden feeling like this because I have been like this my whole life so why the sudden panic? I don't know if I am tired of the change and maybe need a little more stability in my life or if I am losing my mind. I am hoping for the first and not the second one! Do I really need to even have a title or category? Does everyone go through this weird stage or am I the only one who feels like she is an alien right now? Why is it important to me? Why does this consume so much of my thought life?

If anyone can help or recommend a good shrink (kidding), I would love to hear from you.