Yeah, I'm pimping out my other blogs...haha!
First, here's my Project 52 blog. I started in 2012, and decided to do it again this year! I'm missing quite a few photos for this year, and it needs to be updated again, but there are quite a few pictures there so check it out!
One Picture Every Week For A Year
Second, this is my Couch to 5K blog. I started it a few weeks ago, and I'm really enjoying the workouts! I'm going to have to slow down, though, which bums me out pretty bad! Go check it out and see what I accomplished!
My Couch-to-5K Journal
Now for a quick update. We had some pretty bad storms roll through the area last night. Thankfully, it missed us by a few miles, but I was ready...again! I had a diaper bag all packed up and put in the basement along with a few other things. I know I probably overreact a little bit with severe weather, but I'd rather be prepared than to be caught with nothing ready. A lot of what I put in the basement (SO GLAD we have a basement now!!!) is materialistic things that can be replaced, but they are things that I really don't want to lose. My camera/lenses, laptop, and pump. Guess it's time to start a very detailed inventory of everything we have!
God bless!
~Stacy
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
For my hubby...
Happy anniversary, honey! Thank you for the last 4 years...and for our three beautiful children! I love you, and look forward to many years to come. :-)
God bless,
Stacy
God bless,
Stacy
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
I want to be a better parent...
Ok. This isn't the original idea for the "new post" I mentioned here, but it will work... Maybe I'll still tackle the other one some day, but for the time being, I can't see it coming off as very nice at all, so it will have to wait!
Anyways... As the title suggests, I want to be a better parent. I saw a blog post the other day that said "You're not a bad parent if..." and named off quite a few different things about parenting in general. I know I'm not a "bad" parent. I do my best to keep my kids in check and keep them safe (especially while we're adjusting to all of the new things in the new house), but along with that comes a lot of frustration, a few spankings, and quite a bit of yelling. I don't want to be "that" parent anymore. I hate seeing my kids get sad because I yelled at them. After all...Julia is only 3, and Justin isn't even 2! What on EARTH makes me think that they understand everything that I say to them? They don't. And that's something that ***I*** need to understand. They are generally well behaved kiddos, and do what we ask them to more often than not, so I really need to work on keeping my frustrations in check!
So...my promises to my kids:
1 - I promise to give you two chances before I "take action".
2 - I promise to be firm, not yell at you the first chance I get.
3 - I promise to get down on your level when I need to talk to you.
4 - I promise to read you books a few times a day.
5 - I promise to get down on the floor and play with you while Alaina is sleeping.
6 - I promise to work my hardest to be the best mommy I can be.
7 - I promise to talk to daddy and have him do the same as me.
8 - I promise to not use the TV as a "babysitter" more than 3 times a week. (Not days, either. 3 TIMES. This is going to be a tough one since your baby sister nurses at least 4 times a day.)
9 - I promise to lead by example.
10 - I promise to get "school" going again in the very near future. You both really enjoy it, and I love that you're learning!
For now, that is all!
God bless,
~Stacy
Anyways... As the title suggests, I want to be a better parent. I saw a blog post the other day that said "You're not a bad parent if..." and named off quite a few different things about parenting in general. I know I'm not a "bad" parent. I do my best to keep my kids in check and keep them safe (especially while we're adjusting to all of the new things in the new house), but along with that comes a lot of frustration, a few spankings, and quite a bit of yelling. I don't want to be "that" parent anymore. I hate seeing my kids get sad because I yelled at them. After all...Julia is only 3, and Justin isn't even 2! What on EARTH makes me think that they understand everything that I say to them? They don't. And that's something that ***I*** need to understand. They are generally well behaved kiddos, and do what we ask them to more often than not, so I really need to work on keeping my frustrations in check!
So...my promises to my kids:
1 - I promise to give you two chances before I "take action".
2 - I promise to be firm, not yell at you the first chance I get.
3 - I promise to get down on your level when I need to talk to you.
4 - I promise to read you books a few times a day.
5 - I promise to get down on the floor and play with you while Alaina is sleeping.
6 - I promise to work my hardest to be the best mommy I can be.
7 - I promise to talk to daddy and have him do the same as me.
8 - I promise to not use the TV as a "babysitter" more than 3 times a week. (Not days, either. 3 TIMES. This is going to be a tough one since your baby sister nurses at least 4 times a day.)
9 - I promise to lead by example.
10 - I promise to get "school" going again in the very near future. You both really enjoy it, and I love that you're learning!
For now, that is all!
God bless,
~Stacy
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Emotional Mass
Today I got to go to mass just me and Alaina. We decided to give potty training a try with Justin, so we didn't want to take him out for that amount of time, only to have to deal with a mess in the pew. So...Michael went to mass with Julia yesterday, and I took Alaina today. It was so nice because I was able to focus on what was being said more than making sure the kids kept quiet and didn't become major disturbances. I don't know why, but I still feel like people look at me like I'm a single mom even though I have that wedding ring on my finger. It's fading...it's not as bad as it was when Julia was first born, but it's still there especially on days like today when I'm sitting at church holding a baby (most likely to the point that no one can see my wedding ring), feeling like I'm being silently admonished.
Anyways...that's not the point of this post!
As I sat there, able to focus and really listen to what the readings said, and what the priest shared in his homily, I got emotional. I didn't exactly cry, but there were tears welling up, and I had to hold back quite a bit. See...the story that the priest shared hit pretty close to home for me today. He was talking about how his dad had passed away when his brother was only 9 years old. Said brother became very musically inclined, and later decided to join the Air Force. The priest ran into his brother one weekend after he had been enlisted for just a couple of short years. His brother was visibly depressed. To the point that our priest was afraid his brother may commit suicide. This scared him, and he became very, very concerned. The following year, the priest saw his brother again and he was happy. Like did a complete 180...was happy, confident, comfortable...HAPPY again. So he went and asked his brother what happened. The response he got was completely eye opening. This is the part that got me... His brother responded with "Dad talked to me." The priest was totally taken aback by this and said "What?". His brother said "Dad talked to me. He told me that he's with me."
I've had a few homilies hit close to home for me, but this one has special meaning especially now. See...this year will mark 4 years since my friend Adam passed away. This homily reminded me again about the dream I had of him. I had been very caught up in the fact that I wasn't able to go to his funeral (Michael and I were on our honeymoon), that I hadn't had the proper chance to say good-bye, and I was wondering how he was since he had passed. I'm the first person to tell you that someone is in a better place...that they're not hurting anymore...or that they're watching over you. But when it's someone so close to you, that's hard to come to terms with. In my dream, I was sitting on a bench with his sister when he approached me and told me "I'm fine". It's still so ingrained in my head... Needless to say, it was very hard to fight back the tears, and I'm getting pretty choked up just thinking about it again. I could barely sing the next hymn, too! It was "Be Not Afraid"... *sigh* The timing of these things just blows my mind sometimes!
God bless, and Happy Mother's Day again!
~Stacy
Anyways...that's not the point of this post!
As I sat there, able to focus and really listen to what the readings said, and what the priest shared in his homily, I got emotional. I didn't exactly cry, but there were tears welling up, and I had to hold back quite a bit. See...the story that the priest shared hit pretty close to home for me today. He was talking about how his dad had passed away when his brother was only 9 years old. Said brother became very musically inclined, and later decided to join the Air Force. The priest ran into his brother one weekend after he had been enlisted for just a couple of short years. His brother was visibly depressed. To the point that our priest was afraid his brother may commit suicide. This scared him, and he became very, very concerned. The following year, the priest saw his brother again and he was happy. Like did a complete 180...was happy, confident, comfortable...HAPPY again. So he went and asked his brother what happened. The response he got was completely eye opening. This is the part that got me... His brother responded with "Dad talked to me." The priest was totally taken aback by this and said "What?". His brother said "Dad talked to me. He told me that he's with me."
I've had a few homilies hit close to home for me, but this one has special meaning especially now. See...this year will mark 4 years since my friend Adam passed away. This homily reminded me again about the dream I had of him. I had been very caught up in the fact that I wasn't able to go to his funeral (Michael and I were on our honeymoon), that I hadn't had the proper chance to say good-bye, and I was wondering how he was since he had passed. I'm the first person to tell you that someone is in a better place...that they're not hurting anymore...or that they're watching over you. But when it's someone so close to you, that's hard to come to terms with. In my dream, I was sitting on a bench with his sister when he approached me and told me "I'm fine". It's still so ingrained in my head... Needless to say, it was very hard to fight back the tears, and I'm getting pretty choked up just thinking about it again. I could barely sing the next hymn, too! It was "Be Not Afraid"... *sigh* The timing of these things just blows my mind sometimes!
God bless, and Happy Mother's Day again!
~Stacy
Happy Mother's Day!
I would like to wish a very Happy Mother's Day to all of the mama's that follow me here. Whether you're a new mama, expecting mama, seasoned mama, trying to become a mama, fur baby mama, or a single dad (cause that makes you Mr. Mom you know!). Happy Mother's Day! I hope it's a blessed one for you!
God bless!
~Stacy
God bless!
~Stacy
Friday, May 10, 2013
Just a quick photo share...
I managed to get outside with my camera the other day, and I love the way these tulip photos turned out! There are a bunch more pics that I got that day, but I haven't looked at all of them yet. Enjoy!
God bless!
~Stacy
God bless!
~Stacy
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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