Reflections

I didn't think I was going to post today since I wished you guys a happy new year yesterday.  But, I decided against that.  There was one thing I didn't include in yesterdays post that needs to be said before the year ends.

Through my darkest moments at the end of this year, one thing has remained steady.  That's the love of my husband.  He's been strong when I've been weak.  He's held my hand and cried with me.  He's even literally held me when I felt that I couldn't carry myself.  He's made me crack up laughing when I felt that I was going to fall apart, and he's shown so much patience for me when I was either crying my eyes out or directing all of my anger and hurt at him, when it had nothing to do with him.  Yes, he is strong enough to be my man and I am so blessed for him every day!

I didn't know why, but this song hit a nerve the first time I heard it in October.  I so didn't realize that it would ultimately put a smile on my face each time I heard it, even through the crappiest of times.  I even added it to my sister and her husbands wedding video for God sakes!  For awhile, it seemed like every time I got in the car this song was playing on the radio, and it definitely felt like this was my jam. ;)  So, when Coldplay covered a version of this song I of course, fell in love with it immediately.

I have realized this song can be applied to my relationship with my sweet husband.  I guess it's because "we found love in a hopeless place."






Here's to 2012, friends. :)  Cheers!

~LL

NYE Eve

It's the weekend, y'all.

Adam and have no plans for NYE and I am just fine with that.  It's funny how NYE was such a big deal when I was in high school/college.  So much time and effort spent on finding the "perfect outfit" and then deciding who you were going to smooch at midnight (wink, wink). ;)  I was chatting with my sister on the phone yesterday and we decided the best nights are the ones that aren't planned.  NYE always feels so planned to me.  Maybe tomorrow night holds a few surprises, or maybe it just holds a good bottle of wine and some yummy food.  The latter sounds fine to me.

I think Adam and I are going to see "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" tonight.  Thoughts?  I haven't read the book yet, but I heard it was awesome.  The movie kind've looks scary to me.  Is that crazy?

Took Aaron to the ENT doctor today.  Angel baby's getting tubes put in his precious ears on January 26th.  I'm not happy about him going under anesthesia, but I am looking forward to no more ear infections.  I honestly think if you told me he would be getting tubes 2 months ago I would be hyperventilating right now.  Not so much anymore.  At this point in my life, I can't sweat the small stuff.  And again to be honest, after the hell we just went through (and are still getting over), nothing seems like a big deal anymore.  I've learned you've got to look for blessings in everything.

I got a Garmin today- whoop whoop.  I know I'm so behind on the GPS craze, but I'm pretty pumped.  I'm one of those people that gets lost every where I go, so it's past time for sure.  FYI: Walmart has Garmin's and TomTom's on sale for $100 right now!

If I don't post tomorrow, y'all have a great NYE and stay safe!  And if you want to pick out that "perfect outfit" and smooch that cute stud (or cute hubby) go right ahead and do it- I'll be doing the same. ;)

~LL

My sister, The Bride

Before I conclude my writing for the evening, I wanted to do a special blog dedication to my baby sister.  She is nothing short of remarkable, and the way she has loved and taken care of me over the past month seriously blows my mind.  I love her so much, and I am so lucky we share the same mama. ;)  So here's to you, Meme- I love ya!


Although, most of the end of this year has (to be frank) horribly sucked, some of it has been wonderful.  The wonderful part?  My sister, Meg, got married to her high-school sweetheart, Dillon.  Here they are in my favorite picture of the night:

Image courtesy of the fabulous Graceology Photography

 Megan has loved Dillon forever.  And when I say forever, I mean forever.  They met when she was a freshman in high school, and from the way she tells the story she fell for him immediately.  Not that I can blame her, he's definitely quite the stud. ;)  As luck would have it, they dated off and on for a year, and were pretty serious.....until they weren't.  They broke up, as most high school relationships never lasted that long and moved on.  Time passed, and as fate would have it, they reconnected in early 2008.  To be honest, I didn't really know how to feel about Dillon when they got back together.  Meg had just ended a long-term relationship with a great guy, and I thought Dillon was too much too soon.  Boy was I wrong.  Meg knew he was the one from the beginning....I just had to catch up!

Dillon is an amazing man.  He's handsome, smart, funny, driven, ambitious, and just in general, a good guy.  He loves my sister so much, and that's just one of the reasons why I love him.  He's a keeper and he's a cowboy.  A good mix. :)

They got married on Saturday, November 12th at Glendalough Manor in Tyrone, Georgia.  The day was absolutely beautiful and the weather was perfect.  I won't go into all the details, but I will say that their sweet, perfect love was felt by every one.  He's always been hers, and she's always been his.  That's what love is all about.

As maid of honor (okay, I was matron of honor but I hate that word!), my job was to be the Bride's best friend, sounding board, confidant, partner-in-crime, but just most of all, her sister.  When Adam and I got married, Meg made this amazing video for Adam and I.  It was basically pictures of our life until we met.  I still watch that video to this day and bawl my eyes out because it's so special to me.  So, in turn, I made her and Dillon a wedding video that I got to play for them at their rehearsal dinner.  If you're interested in viewing, here it is: (Warning: It's almost 15 minutes long.)

Hope you enjoy.

Feels like I'm blazin'

Ever since I wrote my last blog entry I've been in a serious funk.  Like, "can't get out of this mood" funk.  Of course, with what we just went through the sadness and mood swings are to be expected, so I'm just trying to go with the flow and take it day by day.  I've decided that this blog is going to be part of my personal therapy AKA I will be writing daily.  That's a promise!  I've talked with several people that believe writing how you feel is a great way to start the healing process.  Well, it just so happens this girl has a blog that's been seriously neglected in hmmmmm, 4 months??  So there ya go.  I know I've made plenty of promises in the past about "coming back" and I write for maybe 3-4 days straight then disappear again.  Not anymore.  You see, I'm not just writing to entertain my loyal readers (even though I hope you fabulous people stay and go through this journey with me), I'm writing for my sanity.  I can't promise that I'll always make you laugh, or that you won't cry, but I do promise this: I will continue to be me- always.  You're getting the real deal.  One hundred percent, Laughing Lolly, or...just Hayley.   

So, in honor of this new chapter in my life I'm ending this entry with a lil' Nicki Minaj.  Because even on the days where I have wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, girlfriend kept me going.  Here goes:

Dear Luke

Wow.  I don't even know where to begin.  I honestly don't even know the last time I blogged because I haven't even bothered to look.  To say that the last half of this year has been hard is an understatement, so I guess I'll just start at the beginning.

There have been quite a few changes in my life since I last blogged.  My Aaron Mo is now 21 months (and getting bigger every day), and we have officially settled into our life in Griffin for the time being.  I started going back to school in late August for nursing, and I love it.  It's amazing how much better you are as a student at 29 versus 19.  As of right now, I have a 4.0 GPA and straight A's.  Who would've thunk?!?

My hubby is just as busy as ever with work, but we feel so blessed for his incredible job in a not-so-incredible economy.  He even got a 9.8% raise (what what!).  I couldn't be prouder of him for his ambition and his eagerness to bust his behind to take care of his family.

We also found out a bit of unexpected news in mid-August.  I was pregnant.  It was such a shock; we were very happy, just surprised because it was not planned.  Upon finding out, I went from feeling like a normal person to feeling like someone who could not awake from a coma.  I was nauseous, sick, dry-heaving constantly, and just in general trying to make it day to day.  Of course, chasing after a toddler contributed to the tiredness, but I still felt so blessed.  God had given us another beautiful, perfect child.  Who was I to complain?

Although I was without a doubt pregnant, I could never shake the feeling that something was wrong.  I lost 17 pounds within 10 weeks.  You couldn't even tell I was pregnant until I was at least in the mid-point of my second trimester, and you could barely tell then.  It was such a completely different pregnancy than my pregnancy with Aaron, but I knew all pregnancies were different.  This one was just very different.

On Monday, November 21st at my 18-week appointment Adam and I found out that we were having another beautiful baby boy.  We were overjoyed.  Although I had been absolutely convinced that it was a girl, I didn't care in the least.  God had given me another boy to love forever.  How lucky was I?  After seeing our boy on the ultrasound screen we were taken back to a room to wait for my doctor to discuss everything.  That was when I was told my son had a heart defect.

On Thursday, December 1st my mother and I drove back down to Macon to meet with a Perinatal Specialist.  We were referred to him by my regular OB the week before.  My doctor had been very aloof and nonchalant about the heart condition, only saying that it was "a spot that concerned them."  Now I know why he acted the way he did; he knew what horrible condition my baby's heart was in.  We were informed that day that my son had a serious heart defect known as Left Hypoplastic Heart syndrome.  That was the day that I went to Hell in a matter of 30 minutes.

I won't go into all of the specifics of this disorder, because frankly, everything is still so raw and I'm just not ready.  I will say that Adam and I talked to four different doctors (my OB, the Perinatal Specialist, and two Pediatric Cardiologists) who confirmed that my son, if he survived in utero, would have a very bleak future because of this serious heart defect.  If he had survived the pregnancy, he would immediately have had to undergo major open heart surgery for survival.  With this type of condition he wouldn't be able to survive without a series of surgeries, or a heart transplant.  And even if he had these surgeries/transplants, it still didn't guarantee a long, normal life for our son.  His precious life would consist of surgery after surgery, daily medications, probable seizures, strokes, and a never-ending concern if this was going to be the last day of his life.  There was no evidence at this point that my boy would make it past the age of 20. To say that Adam and I felt despair and sadness is an understatement.  Our lives will never be the same.  How could our beautiful, perfect son be so sick?  What did we do?  Why were we put in this horrible situation??

On Tuesday, December 13th God took our son to Heaven.  As I sit here typing this I have tears pouring down my face.  Yes, we are heartbroken in every way possible.  Yes, our lives are changed forever.  But, thank God He took our son to be with him.  Thank God my child is up in Heaven with a full, functioning heart and is healthy in every way possible.  The way we look at it is, Luke (that's his name) was too perfect to come to Earth, so he went straight to Heaven.  I feel him with me every moment of every day.  I tell him I love him at least once every hour.  He's probably so sick of hearing from me! ;)

My faith in God has never been stronger.  I know there's a reason, and I may never know why, but I do know this: God's plan is perfect.  I have been so incredibly blessed to already have been given a beautiful, healthy child in my Aaron Mo- he makes my heart smile every second of every day.  I've been blessed with a husband who loves me unconditionally; I have family and friends that are the most loving, compassionate, beautiful people I've ever encountered.  Yes, I am a lucky girl, yes, I am so blessed, and yes, I will thank God for this life he has given me every single day.

So in turn, I have decided to use my blog today to write a letter to our son.  Here goes....

Dear Luke,

You first need to know that you are beautifully and perfectly made.  God created you and He makes no mistakes.

You went to your eternal home on Tuesday, December 13th.  It was both a sad and happy day for me.  I am sad because I won't get to see and kiss your face, touch your hands, fingers, and toes.  You probably have a head full of hair like your big brother, and I won't get the pleasure of taking you for your first haircut at 3 months.  I know you have the cutest pug nose, and those lips I'm sure are so smoochable! :) I am sad because I won't get to change your first diaper, or see your first smile, hear your first laugh, watch you ride a bike, graduate kindergarten and eventually college, fall in love, marry a beautiful girl, have your own children, and watch you become the beautiful and amazing man you already are.

I am sad for those reasons, but most of all I am happy.  I'm happy that God took you to live with him, so you wouldn't have to come into this world and struggle.  I'm happy that you're healthy, and that most of all, that you're happy.  I can see you now: sitting in my Great-Grandmother's lap while she scratches your back with her long, beautiful nails; I can see you laughing at my Great-Uncle Sammy while he sings, dances, and plays the piano for you.  I can see you eating tons of yummy food that my Great-Grandmother Todd is cooking for you, and I can see you learning how to jet ski from my Great-Grandfather Todd who literally taught everyone in our family how to jet ski until he was in his seventies- no kidding!

But most of all, I can see you standing at the gates of Heaven waiting for me.  I can see your beautiful face smiling at me, and that is what makes me happiest of all.  I cannot wait to kiss and hug you, and tell you how much your mommy loves you.

Until then my beautiful boy, I will be the best I can be.  I will be the best mommy to Aaron; the best wife to your Daddy; the best daughter, granddaughter, sister, cousin, daughter-in-law, friend, etc. that I can be.  Most of all, I will be the best servant to God that I can be, because in the end that's all that matters.

I love you, son.  You, my angel, are perfect in every way.

Love,
Mommy

Current Obsessions

Hi friends!  Today I thought I'd put together a lil' list of some of my faves.  I've been blogging around 3 years now (not counting the occasional blog disappearance for, ahem, months at a time), and I don't believe I have ever put together a list of my favorite things.  There are many bloggers that I follow that have done these lists, and I have always enjoyed their "favorites."  I've even taken their advice at times, and tried some of their must-haves to find out that I love them as well.  So, here's my list.  Random and funky, I guess that's just me.

Benefit Big Beautiful Eyes compact:  I was introduced to this little compact of prettiness by my friend, Ashley at Kindredly, last year.  We had met for our usual lunch of mexican grub, and I commented on how pretty her eye makeup looked.  Ashley, ever the fashionista, was using this compact at the time and completely sold me on how pretty (and natural) the colors were.  I don't know about you, but I've always been at constant odds with eyeliner; wanting to use it because I love the way it brings out my eyes, but hating having to worry about it running or smudging after an 8 hour day.  This compact is the best!  The pink and brown shades bring out every eye color, and the brown is perfect smudged in your crease and along your lash lines.  My eyes stand out without looking overdone.  I will say, using shadow as liner takes some getting used to, but once you start doing it, you'll never go back to that plain ole' stick eyeliner.  It typically runs around $30 (definitely ain't cheap), but it lasts awhile so you definitely get your $$'s worth. Loves!

One-N-Only Argan Oil:   Last summer, I read about this oil hair treatment in my monthly Glamour subscription.  Since I was in the process of growing out the unfortunate bob with side bangs, I was willing to do anything, including putting a jar of mayo in my hair to make it grow (yes, I really did read that that works- no lie!).  I stopped by the local Sally Beauty Supply, and after looking on shelf after shelf for 30 minutes I finally found it.  (Side note: the container is tiny, but heed my warning: a little goes a LONG way!)  The first time I used it, I put a quarter-sized dollop into my hair and literally had a greasy head for 4 days (shampooing every day, nonetheless).  I don't use this product every day, maybe 2 times a week.  As soon as I step out of the shower, I apply a dime-sized amount in my ends only.  Brush through, dry, style, and voila: instant healthy and shiny hair!  This little container has done more for my hair growth than any vitamin, cream, or shampoo will ever do.  Cheers!

Nicki Minaj:  When Amy and I went to see Britney a couple of weeks ago, Nicki opened up for her.  I knew I liked her, I mean I am all about some "Super Bass" and "Moment 4 Life."  I had no idea she would be my next girl crush.  Let's just put it out there, girlfriend's got's it going on!  She raps and wears a bodysuit and Christian Louboutin's, what's not to like??

Flipping Out:  If you aren't watching this show, go to Bravo right now and set it up on your DVR.  Best show on television!  Tuesday's, 9 pm- hook.it.up.  Jeff Lewis is an incredibly funny hottie (he's gay, ladies, but gahh he's fun to look at!)  who used to "flip" houses, but due to the real estate crash, is now just designing.  He and crew are hilarious, crude, and lovable.  Go watch now!

Paula Deen: I don't know if it's because I have now hit the point in Weight Watchers where anything that's below 10 points bores me, but I have been on a PD Cooking spree, and while my waist line is not loving it, my hubby and son sure are.  This past weekend I made her: Toffee Brownies ("num, num, num, num" as Aaron would say), Corn Casserole, and Walk Away Baked Spaghetti (my personal fave), and I can without a doubt say, my days have never been happier.  Life's too short to stay under "29 Points" every day!


So there we go.  My current obsessions.  Hope you enjoyed!

~LL

Love Hangover

Yesterday afternoon, my mom and I went to see Crazy Stupid Love.  It was such a great movie!  I am a HUGE, HUGE Ryan Gosling fan.  Basically, if he was starring in a Gigli sequel, I would be pretty gung ho to see it if that included starting at his face for 120 minutes.  I mean y'all, if it was a Ryan Gosling versus "Boyfriend" showdown, I think I'd have to go with the former Mouseketeer.  He's been getting me over breakups, and appearing in many sweet, sweet dreams since I watched him seduce Sandra Bullock in Murder By Numbers in 2002. 

Anywho, I tried to take a picture of my face while watching this movie, but my plan couldn't be pulled off.  I was literally lit up like a Christmas tree from the moment he appeared on the screen.  Since I did not want to let the public know they were in the presence of a Ryan Gosling fanatic, I manged to snap a few pictures undercover with my BB.  I have made a lil' collage of my afternoon lovefest with Mr. G.  Enjoy:

Such a hottie

At the end of the movie, this song was played.  Dontcha' just love it?!




  So pretty!

"I whip my hair back & forth!"

Happy Sunday, y'all!  Has everyone had a good weekend?  Our weekend has been fairly low-key and I have thoroughly enjoyed it.  My sweet hubby got home from work Thursday night, and we have literally been home-bodies ever since he walked in the door.  It seems that every weekend he's home, there's something going on every night: parties, get-together's, showers, etc.  I took my own advice, and said "No" to any invites that were extended our way, and with the exception of grilling out with his family last night, I have stayed true to my word.  Here's to hoping this new mantra will stick!

So, I have a question for the ladies (and you guys, too if you're interested); do you wash your hair in the morning, during the day, or at night?  The reason why I'm asking is because I am currently trying to switch up my hair-washing, drying, styling routine.  The reason(s) why I've decided to rock the hair boat so late in the game is because (1) Aaron has officially dropped his morning nap.  This has been an adjustment, I will not lie.  You see, I don't like change, and while we are now getting used to the fact that he's up from 7:30a to 12:30p, it has not been easy; and (2) Since I am officially going back to school, I don't know if the morning hair process can go on much further..considering the fact that I can barely drag my ass out of bed at 7a (I know, lazy, lazy girl) without having a cup of coffee as big as my head in my hands ASAP.  If y'all know me, you know I have a head full of hair.  I'm not bragging I promise; this hair will literally be the death of me one day.  Ohhh, the things I've done to this head....well, it's a shame.  For example:

Me & Adam @ my cousin's rehearsal dinner- July 2007.  Can you say hein??  This is what I called "Marilyn on top/Norma Jean on bottom."  As you can see, my hairstylist hated me.  Guess the 20% tip wasn't enough?  Needless to say, she was fired soon after.  Why do I look so happy, you ask?  Probably because I had drowned my sorrows in multiple glasses of Pinot Grigio. 

SSI/Laura's Bachelorette party 2006.  This is what I like to call "Bangs: Part 1."  You see, "the bangs" and I have had a very tumultuous relationship.  Sometimes my "cow-lick" would do right in order for my bangs to look decent, most of the time it wouldn't, as you can see in Exhibit B:

Last summer at my sister-in-law's wedding.  Uhhh, I can't even comment on this awfulness.  Obviously, "the bangs" really hated me then. 

OMG- this one's the worst: a short bob/bang combo- ahhhhhhh!!  The horror!!  Can you see, I look just like my puppy girl, Sophie May??  That should've been the first sign..... This photo was taken in May 2010 the day I had it done.  That was the last day it ever looked like good, I assure you.  I'm chalking this mistake up to postpartum hormones gone bad.  NEVER again!!

Okay so I have to admit something, y'all.  I got bangs....again.  Rut-roh!  I know, I know, it's horrible.  They sucker me in only to throw me out to the wolves!  I got bangs in June; yes, I'm in the process of growing them back out, but I've managed to not let them control me...for the most part anyway.  Hence:

Destin, July 2011.  "I am in control of the bangs." Repeat, "I am in control of the bangs."

So to get back to my original question, do you style your hair in the morning, during the day, or at night?  I decided that in order to better accommodate my new schedule, I would wash/dry my hair every other night and style in the morning.  So far, it's been working okay...I guess.  Do y'all know any tricks on having that fresh-washed look everyday without the inconvenience of washing your hair every day?  What about styling tips?  I need help, folks!  This mane is finally growing out, and it hasn't been easy.  I need some tips in order for it to keep growing, so it doesn't end up looking like this again:

Look, even my precious baby is horrified.  This was taken last Fall, FYI. Terrible.

That's all.  Have a good day of rest!  Loves!!

The art of saying N-O

I am a people pleaser.  Always have been.  I have tried to rectify this many times.  I've tried to be "the bitch" (that was laughable).  I've tried to be the girl that was carefree and couldn't be pinned down (that was a crock, too).  I am officially facing the fact that I like to make other people happy, and (horribly) I am also one of those girls that cares what people think.  I know I could be a lot worse, but seriously?  When did I start letting other people determine my happiness??  I am a smart, educated woman.  Why do I constantly feel the need to prove my worth, my friendship, my sanity just to make someone else happy?  Why am I always the "yes" girl?

What is the "yes" girl you ask?  It's the girl that says yes to everything.  "Will you buy this?  Yes, of course."  "Will you pay money (that you don't have) for this?  Yes, most definitely."  "Will you make yourself uncomfortable just to make me happy?  Oh my goodness, YES!!"  I'm so tired of being that girl.  From this moment on, that girl is gone.  Buh-bye.  I will no longer: spend money that I don't have on things that will make others happy and leave me (plainly put) broke; bend over backwards to please you if you won't do the same for me; commit myself to numerous obligations only to make myself exhausted and wondering where "my time" went; try like hell to keep friendships alive and well- doing all of the grunt work (i.e. driving, inviting, planning) only to get no reciprocation from these so-called friendships.  I am officially DONE.

And it's already starting to feel good...

The truth about stay-at-home moms

Lately, I've found myself feeling more stressed out, overloaded, and just downright exhausted.  It's actually been this way for quite awhile.  Granted, I've been home with Aaron ever since he was born, and let's face the facts: being a stay-at-home mama is hard!  People warned me about this before I had Aaron.  I always nodded like I agreed, secretly thinking "what's so hard about staying home, raising your baby, and keeping up with the house?"  Apparently, a lot.  Staying home with your child is not: sleeping in, leisurely breakfasts, lunch dates, and shopping.  It's waking up early, trying to jump in the shower and grab a cup of coffee before the little man wakes.  It's trying to curl your lashes and powder your face while your child clutches your legs saying, "mamaaaaa, mammmmmaaa."  It's no longer being able to go to the bathroom alone because your little monkey has learned how to open a door.  It's play dates, Yo Gabba Gabba, dirty diapers, ear infections, teething, trips to the dreaded Walmart just to get out of the house, and everything else that goes with raising a little human all wrapped up into one.  Are some days extremely overwhelming and exhausting?  Yep.  Would I change it for the world?  Nope.  Because out of all the messes and pains I deal with on a daily basis, it doesn't  compare to the look on Aaron's face when I open that door to his bedroom, he grins at me, and says "duice?" (Translation: Juice.) 

Thank you God for this child. 

The Doc Visit

Ahhh....it's Tuesday night and I just put my little punkin in the bed.  I have officially made myself comfortable with a huge glass of Fat Bastard's Shiraz and two reduced fat Oreo cookies....livin' the high life lemme tell ya!  As soon as I finish blogging I plan to catch up the Real Housewives of NYC Reunion.  Honestly, that's probably why I'm already drinking; I can already feel myself getting stressed out about watching these women scratch each others eyes out.  Why do I find this entertaining?  I have no clue.

As I mentioned in my previous post, we celebrated my parent's thirtieth anniversary this weekend.  What I didn't include is the fact that I was sick as a dog on the day of the party....figures.  Last Thursday night, I noticed my throat was getting sore and I was feeling achy and gross.  I knew then that this was not a good sign, but since I didn't have time to be sick, I ignored the symptoms and pushed on.  Friday morning, I woke up feeling worse, even more of a sore throat, and still achy, so I popped an Advil Cold & Sinus and pushed through yet again.  I packed the monkey up in the stroller, went for a walk, daring this lil' illness to keep on messing with me.  Bad idea.  So Saturday arrives, I wake up, at this point feeling like I've been hit by a truck, head to the restaurant with my sister to decorate, and decide at that moment as I'm standing on a chair in wedges hanging a banner, that if I don't get down soon I might puke.  At this point, I decide it's time for a visit to the Doc in a Box.  Luckily, one of my dad's oldest friends is a PA at a nearby clinic so I head on over.  After filling out the paperwork, hopping on the scale (damn WW....haven't lost one pound since the week before), I'm put in a room to wait.  After a few minutes there's a knock, and a young guy walks in.  Young, hot guy that I've never seen before with a stethoscope around his neck in scrubs and a tight shirt.  Shit.  I thought I was seeing our family friend, not a hot guy with muscles and a tight shirt.  He introduces himself, and I manage to stammer out a hello, while turning a shade or red that closely resembles that of the medical waste container.  He precedes to check my stats, listen to my breathing (dying), and ask me when my last "menstrual cycle" was (DYING!!).  He is calm as a cucumber- I'm at this point avoiding eye contact and trying to refrain from laughing.  As a side note, why do I revert to 13 year old behavior around an attractive male?  I mean, at one point in my life I did have some "game."  I managed to land a hottie of a husband.  It's like as soon as I got the ring on my finger, all coolness that lived inside me was gone.  Poof!  Finally, hottie is finished and out the door.  Whoo!  It's over.  My Doc walks in, looks at my throat, ears, nose, etc. and declares that I have an Upper Respiratory Infection.  He recommends a shot and some antibiotics, which I wholeheartedly agree to.  Big mistake.  Hottie walks back in, two shots in hand.  He smiles at me (dying) and says "drop your pants."  Wth??  You've got to be kidding me.  This has got to be a dream.  First of all, I haven't received a shot in my rear since I was in elementary school; second of all, why on why does the "shot-giver" have to be the hottie with the tight shirt; and finally third of all, why did I have to wear the "comfortable" underwear that I just bought in a variety pack at Walmart last week??  Oh God, just take me now!!!  After two shots and one tiny band aid on each cheek, hottie left me with a wink, and utter humiliation.  Moral of this story: the first day you start feeling bad, go ahead and make the dreaded trip to the Doc.  If you don't, your Hanes Cotton Hipster panties just might be revealed to a hottie in scrubs and a tight t-shirt.  Just sayin'!

30 years is a long time!

Last night, my parents celebrated their 30 year Wedding Anniversary.  Isn't that awesome?  30 years.  Sometimes I wonder if Adam and I will ever make it to 4 (kidding, kidding).  But seriously, 30 years is an amazing accomplishment.  When they got married in 1981 my mom was 20; my dad, 23.  Can you imagine getting married so young and actually staying married?  I know, I know, marriage shouldn't be looked upon as something that you can get in and out of so easily.  But let's face it, many people do get married and get divorced two years into their marriage.  Now, I'm not saying there aren't good reasons for divorce and that people who get married should stay married forever; however, I am saying being married for three decades is a long time and something that one should be proud of.

My sister, Megan, and I managed to surprise them last night with a dinner party of friends and family.  We contacted everyone about two weeks ago (such late notice), and luckily, with the exception of a few couples, everyone that we invited were able to attend.  It was truly a wonderful night!  Surprisingly, Meg and I were able to pull of the surprise (We just knew my Mom would find out- she can be a little nosy sometimes.  Love you, Mom!) and it was a hit!  Here are a few pics to document the night:

Baby love

My cute parents and of course, Aaron

The Mamakat & me

Just some of our lovely guests.  As a side note, I suck at taking pictures.  This coming from the girl that told my husband I would like a Canon Rebel for my birthday.  Wth??

Ahh, he's gorge!

All in all, perfect evening! Of course, the hubs was missing but he was definitely there in spirit.

I hope all of your weekend's have been just as sweet!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today my sweet mother turns 50.  That's her above.  Isn't she gorge??  I am so blessed that God gave me this woman 29 years ago.  You see, my mother and I are super close.  Honestly, we always have been.  She is such an inspiration and joy to my life.  Everything I know (well, most everything) I've learned from her and I'm so proud of it. 

The most important moments of my life have always involved her.  I'll never forget coming home from work in late 2007; two weeks before I married Adam.  I pulled in the driveway to see my mom's car; she had taken the day off from work to come down and unpack all my shower gifts and find the perfect spot for them in our little house.  Wedding planning, as most of you know, had been stressful, and my mom and I definitely had had our share of arguments over flowers, reception food, and everything else under the sun.  I walked in the door and she was in the kitchen making turkey sandwiches and heating up soup for our lunch.  I, of course, was thrilled that she was there, and for that lunch hour we spoke of nothing wedding.  It was wonderful.  For just an hour, it felt like I was in high school again: just me and my mom having lunch, shooting the breeze, and enjoying each others company.  As I left to go back to work, I felt tears well up; I didn't want my mom to see so I rushed out the door.  As soon as I got back to work, I sat down at my desk and lost it.  Right there.  In front of everybody.  I don't know if it was the soup and sandwiches, the Christmas music that was playing, or the fact that all of my shower gifts were no longer littering my living room floor, but one thing I did know was that the love between a daughter and mother only grows with age; even as you're about to embark on a new journey with someone else.  

After I had Aaron, and was overwhelmed with hormones and mommy-hood, my mom came down and brought over dinner for me and Adam.  I was trying so hard to be brave; acting like this mommy thing was no sweat off my back...until my mom told me she was going back home.  As I hugged her goodbye the tears welled up, and I lost it again.  This time in front of her.  I begged her not to leave me alone with this child; that I loved him, but I didn't know what to do with him, and I was scared.  My mother pulled back and said, "Honey, I know this is hard, but you'll get used to it.  This doesn't feel normal right now, but it will one day soon.  I know you can handle it.  That's why God chose you to be Aaron's mom."  Well Mom, I now know why God chose you to be mine. 

From teaching me how to make the perfect roasted potatoes (which I'm still trying to perfect), to showing me how to properly write a research paper, you have taught me a lot, Mom.  You are the best mother, grandmother, sister, friend, teacher, etc. that I know, and I love you so incredibly much.  Happy Birthday!! Here's to the next 50!!!!

Another trip down Brit-Brit lane

Sunday night was big.  Huge.  Wanna know why???!!  Brit-Brit came back to the A, and yours truly went for a visit.  Yep yep.  I've been blessed with fabulous friends, and my sweet Amy"nae" surprised me with tickets on my birthday.  How lucky am I??  It.was.phenomenal.  Here are some photos to document the big shebang:

Dinner & Cocktails at McCormick & Schmicks w/ Amy

This is how close our seats were to the stage.  Section 4; Row 4.  We're ballin' y'all!

So happy

Had to get my pic made in front of the stage..

Nikki Minaj opened up.  Love her & that Super Bass.

Awesome.

Then Brit-Brit appeared....

and it was wonderful!

Till next time, lover!

Well, hello there!

I'm attempting to rev up the ole' blog again.  Yes, I know I've said this before but I really mean it this time...I think.  I miss my blog, and frankly, my vocabulary is better when I'm writing daily.  Since my last post was in April (rut-roh), instead of writing what I've been up to over the past few months, I decided to make a photo collage of a few of the happenings over the last few months.  Voila!!

To sum it all up, I've: watched Aaron enjoy his first real Easter and discover his love for Peeps just like his mama; attended (and survived) my best friend's Bachelorette party and watched her walk down the aisle; went under the knife for some outpatient surgery that I'm still recovering from; turned 29; visited with family out of state, and finally visited the Gulf after three long years.  Among many other things, it's been a busy but wonderful summer so far.  I'm sad to see the end of summer drawing near, but excited to see what the fall has in store for me and my family....most definitely not excited about the A&P courses I will be taking over the next school year- nursing degree, here I come!

Artsy Fartsy

She wants to lead the glamourous life....

Hey peeps!

It's been a week since I last blogged, but hey, that's better than 4 months!  I'm still trying to get back into my routine so bear with me, please......

So, it's been a pre-tty busy week in the Mosely household the past 7 days!  In the last week I have managed to find 2 new things that I love (and that I of course will share), I've registered for classes in hopes of earning that Nursing Degree, and I've lost an extra 3 pounds on my quest for a two-piece summer!  All in all, not huge accomplishments, but a girl's gotta start somewhere, right?

Okay, now for the 2 things that I'm "in love" with.

Last Friday, my beautiful and super-trendy sister stopped by my humble abode for some chattin' and some lovin' up on my Aaron Mo.  Of course, as soon as we put Aaron down for a nap we got down to business: snackin' and gossipin'.  Really feelin' this in'.  Must stop now.  Anyhow, we got to talking about hair and how on this particular day both of our heads were indeed hot messes.  That's when Meg gave me the Golden Ticket: The Michelle Money Curl.  Y'all remember Michelle Money?  Y' know, the beautiful but psychotic brunette on the latest Bachelor?  If you're not remembering the name here's a hint:

Yes, the crying happened A LOT.

Anyway, MM was super crazy on the show, but girlfriend had a head full of gorgeous waves (probably helps that she's a hairdresser).  Well, Meg happened to have the low-down on how MM achieves those luscious locks via YouTube.  Here it is:



Last week our lovely friend, Brooke, got married and her ceremony and reception happened to take place outside.  Since I know my hair would end up looking rough after being outside in the wind and damp hair, I attempted the above hair tutorial.  Here's what I came up with; I don't think it's too shabby:

My other lovely friend, Brooke and I.

I'm still trying to perfect my MM Curl, and it's great on my "next-day" hair when I don't wash it, and flat and lifeless strands rule the day.  The best thing is that I'm actually using a curling iron; not trying to achieve this look with a flat iron.  Been there, done that- NO fun!

In other fun beauty thangs, I have officially found a product that's life face changing.  Let me introduce to you, Brow Zings by Benefit!  I met a good friend down in Macon for dinner at Bonefish last week, and while waiting I decided to pop into just my favorite store on the planet: Ulta.  While there, I ran into a friend that I honestly hadn't seen in years, who is now working at the Benefit Brow Bar.  We started chatting, and I explained that the reason why my brows looked heinous was due to a nail salon trip gone wrong.  Will never again get my brows waxed at a nail salon.  Have been growing these caterpillars out since November!!!!  At that point, she pointed to her chair and said the words that changed my life: "Let me fill in your brows for you."  Y'all, I was hesitant at first, but pushed through and I am so glad I did.  After waxing and plucking, slicking and drawing, she held a mirror up and I had it: The Kim Kardashian brow.....well, almost.  Granted, my eyebrows natural arch is still not where it's not supposed to be thanks to the local nail salon, but I am now officially in brow therapy.  Brow Zings will literally change your face, and it's so easy.  After running a small bit of the waxy stuff through your brows to hold on to the powder that you apply after wards, you have gorge peepers.  The trick is getting the brows the same color as your natural hair color (the color right at your hair line).  If you don't have this product, GO GET IT!  Absolutely amazing!!

Well, I believe that's it for today.  My mom, sister, a friend, and I are headed to the theater to see Water for Elephants.  I could not be more pumped.  Not just because boyfriend happens to be starring in it, but also because I just loved the book.  Whoop Whoop!

Remember:
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead ... 1 Peter 1:3

Aaron's wearing seersucker pants tomorrow......eeeekkkk!!!  My punkin is going to be one of the cutest bunnies out there!

 Happy Easter, friends!!!

General Hospital Rocks my Socks Off

Ohhh........Lord, me.  I'm exhausted, have a pounding headache, and I'm desperately in need of a glass of wine like WHOA.  Too bad I've consumed my calories for the day, and this means no bueno on the Moscato.  Sad face.

So, I have to ask: What soap(s) do y'all watch?  Any General Hospital fans out there??  I don't even know why I asked that because, it's totally like, the best.soap.ever!  Anyhow, Aaron and I decided to stay home and have a low-key day today.  Low-key for me meant working on his way overdue 1 year scrapbook, and catching up on GH.  For those of you that don't know, this honey stars as Lucky on General Hospital:

Gorge

Jonathan Jackson (above) is the original Lucky.  The hottie below starred as Lucky for awhile before JJ came back:

Also Gorge....

Anyhow, Lucky and Elizabeth:

Favorite Soap Couple Everrrrrr....

just lost their son, Jake, in a car accident.  They were engaged, separated because Elizabeth was a lil' hoochie mama (she was sleeping with his brother, Nicholas), she got prego (with her third boy I might add), thought for almost a year that Aiden (third child) was Nicholas', opened a paternity test a couple of weeks ago- found out Aiden was actually Lucky's, Jake then got hit by a car and died (very sad).  As a side note, Jake is not really Lucky's, but that's another story for a different day, my friend.  So, that's brings us up to the current dramz: Jake is gone, he was actually killed in an accidental hit and run by Lucky's dad (eeekkkk!), Lucky is supposed to get married to Siobahn (Irish g-friend) so she can get her Green Card, and Elizabeth is about to tell Lucky that Aiden is really his child......WOW!  Anyway, since I am such a HUGE Liz and Lucky fan, thanks to YouTube and all of the other die-hard L&L fans out there, this is how I envision their reunion:




What can I say?? Cheesy but so fabulous!

~LL

Big, Beautiful Eyes?? Yes, please!

While I was perusing the Target website a couple of weeks ago, I came across this genius find:

E.L.F. (eyeslipsface.com) has these amazing "Beauty Books" for eyes and lips!  Basically, it's a palette of colors (I got both the Bright Eye Edition and Neutral Eye Edition books), and they tell you how to layer the eyeshadow to achieve your desired look.  I've been using these books for a few weeks now, and I cannot even tell y'all the compliments I've received on my eye makeup!  Like I said, the "book" opens up to reveal your tray of 12 different colors, and a "how to" guide on the other leaf.  The book also comes with brushes, although I prefer to use my own brushes since I've finally (after 10 years) learned how to properly apply eye makeup.  The colors are beautiful, and you can choose from other Beauty Books such as: Every Day, Smoky Eye, and etc.  I will say that the colors are very pigmented, so a little powder applied to your brush goes a looooong way. All in all, I give this product 4 stars.  I swear, E.L.F. has yet to disappoint me; their prices are amazing, and the makeup that I've purchased in the past, I actually wore until it was gone. 

Try it!  I think you'll love it!! :)

~LL

My List

Above is a picture of me and my long-time friend, Kimiko.  This was graduation day, May 2006- one of the best days ever!  Kimiko just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named MacKenzie Belle- Congratulations, girl!! :)  You can show her some love at this website.  Anyhow, Kimiko mentioned that she'd been reading my past blog entries for any first-year tips for new moms.  So, I thought I'd put a list of the top things that saved my life through Aaron's first (and so far, second) year.  This is for you Kimiko (and all you other new mommy's and mommy's to be out there).

1. "Breast is best," but Formula is not the enemy either.  (Refer to this post.)  To make a long story short, I switched to Formula after exactly a month of Breastfeeding because (a) I wasn't producing enough milk, and (b) Aaron was not gaining like he should.  It was an incredibly hard decision, and I literally spent a whole weekend crying about it, but in the end it was the best decision for both of us.  Aaron is a thriving, healthy, happy baby boy and he's been on Similac Formula since he was 2 months old.  Yes, I have acquired a lot of Breastfeeding information since then, and definitely plan to breastfeed my second child; however, I am no longer beating myself up about my inability to do this as long as I wanted to with Aaron.  So, if you're having trouble (and feeling majorly guilty) about switching to Formula, DON'T!  You're still a fantastic mommy, and yes, your child will be just fine.
2. I believe in the power of a SCHEDULE- for both of you.  Aaron was sleeping through the night at 6 weeks, and I really do believe it was because he was on a proper schedule.  No it was not a harsh, strictly parent-led schedule; I just paid attention to the signs he gave me.  He ate every 3 hours, and slept every 2 hours.  My friend, Michelle, gave me the best advice one day and I used this word daily: HAWT.  I know you're laughing, but here's the breakdown: H- Hungry; A- Angry; W- Wet; T- Tired/Tummy Ache.  Every time Aaron was fussy, I would just go through my little mental check list, and 98% of the time this hilarious word led me to my answer. 
3. Nap time is sacred.  Naps are required: they produce growth hormones, they build brain cells, and they all-around make for a much happier baby.  Nap time is so important.  I paid attention to Aaron's sleepy signs and as soon as I saw: an eye rub, an ear pull, a yawn, or even irritable behavior I put him in the bed.  Fast-forward to now, Aaron naps about 3 hours a day.  The best book (in my opinion) for napping:  The No Cry Nap Solution by Elizabeth Pantley. 
4. Uhhh, this one is hard, and you're probably going to think I'm harsh, but I also believe in the power of "letting them cry it out" or better known as The Ferber Method.  After Aaron reached a certain age (I think around 6 months) he would put up a fight every time we laid him down for the night or even for a nap.  After using this method for a week, Aaron was finally going to bed with the comfort of his stuffed bunny, and his pacifier with no issue.  Sometimes (on particularly fussy days) we still use this approach and it works.
5. I believe in a good attitude.  Trust me, some days I feel that there is just no way I feel like I can muster much more than a smile.  I've learned that when I'm happy, Aaron's happy, when I'm mad, anxious, nervous, he follows suit.  When I'm sad, he's laughing.  The more comfortable I am, the more comfortable he is.
6. Last, but definitely not least: don't ever feel that your child is in competition with the child that was born 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, or etc. before or after him/her.  Lots of parents like to compare children, and it's wrong and ridiculous.  Your little prince (or princess) is perfect just the way they are.  It doesn't matter that the child born a week before (or after) yours has their first tooth by 3 months, is drinking out of a sippy cup at 5 months, is crawling at 6 months, and walking at 9 months.  It doesn't matter because your child is yours and he/she is perfect.  And by God, they'll reach all of these milestones when they're ready!

Now, for a list of items that I couldn't (some I still can't) live without:

• Dr. Brown Bottles- the best bottles for babies that have gas problems and/or colic
• MAM pacifiers
• Mylicon- OMG- Mylicon is a lifesaver!  Instantly soothes your bambino's lil' aching belly.
• A humidifier AKA Noise Machine. This little machine not only soothes Aaron when he's congested, but also provides the perfect "white noise" for baby's (and your) sleep.
• Hyland's Teething Gel: Immediately eases those red and swollen little gums.  Works like a charm!
• The Nosefrida AKA The Snot Sucker:  Read about this here.
• Colloidal Oatmeal Lotion: Perfect for skin rashes/irritations on their super sensitive skin.
• Johnson's Soothing Vapor Bath- Helped with the horrible congestion that colds bring.
• Munchkin Sippy Cups- the perfect soft nipple makes a great transition from the bottle.
• Fenugreek Capsules for breastfeeding.  As I said above, I didn't breastfeed long due to low milk supply.  Had I known about these magic little capsules before giving BF the boot, I would have stocked up on a 6 month supply!  Heard they worked like a charm.....
• The Halo Sleep Sack AND Angelcare Baby Monitor.  These made it so much easier for me to actually have a restful night of sleep without having to worry about SIDS and all of the other things new momma's worry about.  Read about them here and here.

So that's it.  Hope this information is informative and helpful to you.  Congratulations and good luck to Kimiko (and again, all other mommy's/mommy's to be out there)- this is one of the most exciting and wonderful journey's you will ever take- enjoy it. :)

~LL

The waiting game.......

Gahhhh, are your weekends just stockpiled until July?  I mean, I'm not complaining.  We're blessed to have so many things to do, and so many family and friends to share these fun activities with, but we have something planned every weekend until July.  Crazy, huh?  Just gonna have to keep on truckin', and in the meantime have something fabulous to wear for each and every fun occasion.  ;)

The diet has been going pretty good so far.  I weighed myself Wednesday, and I only plan to do it once every Wednesday.  Believe me, it has been super hard not running to the bathroom to jump on that scale every day, but I'm practicing willpower......on EVERYTHING.  My goal is to be back in a bikini (well, make that a two-piece) by my 29th birthday in June.  Have y'all seen Sara Rue lately?  She looks A- mazing  after going on Jenny Craig.  Here's a peek:

If she can do it, I know I can!  Cute "two-piece" by the way.......

If the weather permits, the fam and I might just be "deckin" it out tonight.  Grill some burgers, and have a toddy or two.  Cheers to the weekend!

And one last thought, if you haven't downloaded Brit's new CD Femme Fatale, go do it now.  I'm serious, do it right now!  It's awesome.  Here's a listen-loo to the cool beat on the LP:  (hehe.....totally looked that slang up on Urban Dictionary.)

The Moment

Have y'all had a moment in your life when you see a picture of yourself and think enough is enough?  Well, I had mine Sunday night.  As I was tagged in yet another unflattering photo of myself on effin' Facebook, I decided from this point on it's officially diet time.  So, I started my low-carb diet Monday, and I'm doing pretty well so far.  Basically, I'm trying to stick to carbs (good carbs) in the AM, and nothing but protein and veggies for lunch and dinner.  It's hard.  We celebrated my lovely cousin's 33rd birthday yesterday over lunch, and my aunt (who happens to be a fabulous cook) made Hot Chicken Salad topped with crumbled potato chips (YUM!), Yeast Rolls (Hello? I'm dying here), and a bowl of strawberries, melons, and pineapple.  It took all of my willpower not to devour two helpings of chicken salad, eat two yeast rolls, and load up on the fruit.  I held myself together though, and had one helping of chicken, half of a yeast roll (shared the other half with Aaron Mo), and all strawberries (figured those were better than the melons and pineapples?).  I'm praying to God this works.  I want to be in this by June:

I might not be Adriana Lima, but I'll take her flat tummy!

~LL

Weekend Round-Up!

Hey dolls!  How many of y'all are lovin' this gorgeous day (OR rainy- don't want to leave anyone out) today??  After Aaron's nap is over, I fully intend to pack his chunky self up in the stroller, and get my fitness on.  After consuming a Philly Roll and Fried Rice for lunch, my bootay does not need to be laying on the couch waiting for "Kourtney and Kim Take New York."

Since hubby is working, A and I had the pleasure of attending not one, but 2 birthday parties yesterday!  The first party was Aaron's cousin, Jaxson's, first birthday party.  So cute!  Here's a picture of the precious birthday boy and Aaron Mo:

Cute!

 

After the party was over, I left realizing two things: 1) Aaron is a major mama's boy; and, 2) I want Adam and I to build a house, or at least live in a brand spankin' new house one day.  The party was held at the home of my brother and sister-in-law, and the house is GORGE.  Beautiful, spacious rooms, an amazing kitchen,  hardwoods, and a bathroom bigger than our master bedroom.  Unbelievable....and a little nauseating that we will probably never be able for afford something so nice.  So, after leaving the first beautiful home birthday party, we headed to the second birthday party to celebrate my good friend Laura's son, Kade's second birthday.  I would have taken a pictures; however, we did not stay long.  Aaron (bless his baby heart) is learning how to walk, and after trying unsuccessfully to push a baby grocery cart around, he fell down and busted his lip open.  :(  Sadness.  I honestly don't know who cried more, me or Aaron; probably me.  After that incident, I packed us both up and went home.  What a day!

I watched The Black Swan last night.  Omg, Natalie Portman is a little freak.  The movie was not as disturbing as I thought it would be, and to be honest I was a little disappointed.  As a side note, I now have a girl crush on Mila Kunis.  Her eyeliner method needs to be documented.

Ciao!

~LL