Thursday, January 29, 2009

Keira's Birthday

Today my little Keira turns 3. She is such a doll and SUCH a girl. She loves princesses, and will not let me dress her in anything other than a dress or skirt. In fact, if I want to have an all out brawl with her I even mention wearing pants and she flips out. I have no idea where she got it from. I never wanted to wear skirts. Wearing skirts kept me from flipping on the monkey bars, or rolling in the dirt, or swinging, or . . . Anyway she is my little girl, and she is miss personality. I love her sweet I love you's and her butterfly kisses and how cuddley she is. I love how she gives me random hugs, and how she dances to music. I'll hear her singing through the house with her version of verbrato it is enough to melt my heart. I can't believe she is 3. There is nothing quite like having a little girl from the insane tantrums because her hair isn't right, or those aren't the right shoes, to her "I want to wear your makeup," or "Will you hold me, mommy?"

I love you Miss Keira, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Happy Days

My rantings are over and life is good again. If you can believe it I am posting another blog in less than 2 days. What is going on? Well, after reading over my last blog I thought. "Okay enough of the boobin' HOLY COW!!!! Who is that girl?" And since I haven't posted pictures in a while I thought that would be all too appropriate. I just want to remind all of you that my gloomy days only come once in a while. Most of my days are filled with joy Thanks to my sweet family. I am so happy to be a mom. It has taught me more than anything else in my life. I am so blessed.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

A Work in Progress

I want to be better. Better at so many things. In fact the list seems terribly long and unforgiving. I have so many dreams and a very long bucket list. Sometimes I wonder if it is, at all, attainable. Can I become a better parent? Maybe less of a yeller. Can I make more money, without resorting to network marketing? Can I read my scriptures at regular intervals, and actually retain what I'm reading? Can I be more soft spoken? Can I learn to hold my tongue, and not always have an answer to EVERYTHING?

I had a talk on being more meek and humble, and someone said "Oh that's perfect for you, you could use more of that." WHAT?! Maybe it's true, as if my list of Things-To-Improve-On isn't long enough, someone actually said that to my face. Should I be grateful? I'm not sure. Clearly I am a work in progress. Why not add to the list patient, and full of love. Let me tell you how much love I was feeling for that person at that moment. Did this person actually think I didn't know I needed those things? Maybe I come across as arrogant. I don't know, I don't know people's first impressions of me, or even their second impression. In fact, I've known this person for a while so the third and fourth, or even millionth impression is not doing me justice. So YES, to this tactless person, I will be sure to add those to my list Thank You! What would a person do if they didn't have someone else pointing out all their flaws?

So to reiterate I AM A WORK IN PROGRESS! I had a nickname not so long ago Drill Sergeant ____! I'm not proud of it. Sure I joke about the nickname once and a while, but honestly I don't want to be that person. I really don't want to be thought of that way. I had someone tell me they didn't like me when they first met me. What do I say to that?!! Oh, but now they do, once they got to know me. Am I the kind of person you have to get to know first before you like me? I don't want to be that person either. I'll tell you what I seem to be good at, though, bringing out the honesty in people.

Yes I want to be better. I know my rantings are pointless, if anything it makes me feel worse. So here is my joy. . . MY KIDS they love me, even when I yell they love me. KELCEY, I am so grateful for his love, his strength, and his testimony. MY HOME, it is small, and gets more cramped by the day, but it's mine, and I love it! THE GOSPEL, it reminds me every day that Heavenly Father loves me, shortcomings included. MYSELF, I know it's an odd thing to say that brings me joy, but let me explain. I know who I am. I know where I came from, and I know where I want to be. I could write down a lot of things that I don't like about myself, but I am not self-loathing. I want the best for me, just like everyone else wants for themselves. I think if we all wrote down a list of things we want in this life, we would find a very similar list. We are not all that different. In fact, I think we're more alike, after all we came from the same Father. So to my critics out there. We are not so different. Maybe if we got to know the real person inside these imperfect bodies we would find something beautiful. I am saying this more for myself. There are people I didn't like at first either, or even after the millionth time I am working on that. I am working on finding that beauty there. I applaud the coming out and telling it to my face. At least you didn't do it behind my back, and perhaps it made me more aware of how I come across to people. I will be better, I promise.