When did I become a parent?

When our babies are new and little, we all have that overwhelming sense of fear and responsibility. The first night we were home from the hospital with Hailey, I bawled. I looked at her precious face and new I loved her so much more than I ever thought possible and cried because I didn't know what to do with her. You may just say that was a little postpardum depression going on, but how many of us are confident in our parenting? I was struck with "holy crap, I am a parent and now I am responsible for the upbringing of this child." So those first few months are hectic and they start to even out. You grow into a routine you both are satisfied with. You need them as much as they need you. Then they start growing and you aren't as afraid as you were, but still afraid. Then all of a sudden they are walking and talking and they make you smile and laugh. The next thing you know you are walking them to preschool and you are more nervous than they are. Those are all truly great parent moments and you love it. Let me tell you when it dawned on me that I am a REAL parent. The other day we went to register Hailey for the Big K-yes Kindergarten. WAAAAH, cry, sniff, wail. Only here is the REAL parent part. As we walked into the school, there was a sign that notified me that I was to bring shot records, birth certificate, and social security card. Did I think of any of those things? Of course not, because before that moment, I didn't think of myself as a REAL parent!! Of course I knew I was a parent and sometimes a pretty good one! But that is the moment I realized it. I am now responsible for homework and school projects and any other thing that will come with the next 13 years. YIKES I don't know if I have that responsible bone in my body, but I guess I will have to start searching for it!! HAHAHA! Does any of that make sense to anyone?

Cleaning Tip

A while back, Riley decided to use his artistic abilities on our brand new couch. Good news, I bought microfiber!! I knew it was the best when it came to clean-up. Anyway, I wasn't real sure on how to remove crayon and pen from the couch. So I did a search on the net and found a cool page (moron me forgot to bookmark it) and it said to use baby wipes. By golly, if that wasn't the neatest thing ever. So, for all of you who have microfiber, and your little artist gets ahold of a crayon, use baby wipes to clean it off, it really works.

What is the norm?

So I just had a rather amusing experience a few minutes ago. The Elder missionaries from our ward just stopped by to talk to Wes. Apparently they are teaching a young man who they thought Wes would be a good example to. This young man is apprehensive to attend church due to one) he would obviously stand out because he is a new face, and two) he does not fit into the "norm". I think we all would agree that no matter where you live the church is the same. However, and unfortunately, the members are not. Myself included, there are people who are judgemental of others and how they look. When Wes first came home with his ears pierced I was not pleased. But when he started to stretch them, I was REALLy unpleased. We got into a big fight about him not wearing them to church. I was being one of those people that cared more about what others would think of Wes when they saw him, than what he thought and liked. His feelings were not important to me. Later I realized I should not care what others think. If my husband was comfortable being at church with his earrings, by golly, I was not going to care anymore as long as he was there. I apologized immediately and profusely. So apparently, due to Wes' not caring about fitting in, they want him to talk to this young man. They want this person to feel comfortable being there no matter what he looks like. We all know that Wes is far from normal and he loves life more because of it. Also, I love him more because he is who he is-no pretenses. So I ask you, what is the norm?

A new me...

Ok, so I have been feeling rather sad and depressed the last week or so. I miss my family and friends in Utah. I miss Utah period. Well I remembered last night that I had bought myself some hair dye when we were down for Christmas. I always feel better about life and myself when I look a little better. It is not the same color I had last time cause I forgot which one I bought. So here I am. It is more Auburn than red. It is a really pretty color, just not what I am used to. So tell me what you think.

Who are you?

I know this is a little outdated, but I saw it on Heidi's blog and thought it was cool. Unfortunately, I am not very exciting-but I would fall in love with a vampire too I think!!


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