Mr & Mrs Smith

Morning nap time issues. Photo shoot edits. Boxes in the house. All of those mean I blog less and I forget to take pictures at the monumental month marks. Alexis, I'm sorry I fail you. But seriously, it would be awesome if you would take your nap right now. Instead of babbling to yourself and chewing on the ribbon of your crib protector. I really need to figure out how snaps work. I feel like there is some progression on the house, but we're still struggling. For me, the lack of order increases my anxiety daily. The lack of order comes in all forms. I want all the pictures hung, but I want Mr Smith to hang them. And the curtains . . . I don't know what to do about curtains. But I know I can't find them at Walmart. The main issue is still getting the outlets grounded. That way the office and living room area can officially be situated. At least the weather is perking up. And conference is this weekend. And Jenny is coming to visit. Lots of things to look...

I forgot that she has started repeating that phrase "Night night" - so much joy comes when your children begin to learn and understand their world. Although it can be absolutely petrifying to think about what that world may be next year or 10 years down the road. But let's just work on today.   Today still includes 2 naps. 5 diapers. 5 nursing feeds. many cheerios & grapes. lots of whining and laughing. a few tears. 8 story times. hours of playtime. 1 bath time. 1,000 kisses. and always a silent cheer when daddy pulls into the drive way. My life is not picture perfect. I'm not sure I would have chosen every aspect of my life if I had written it down 5 years ago. But, it's still pretty great.  The older I get, the more I realize I just need to change my picture of perfect. Riding expectations doesn't mean I'm shooting for the ground hoping it'll bounce up to the stars. It means, today is enough . And tomorrow will be too. Wh...

Here is one meal / snack I did enjoy. I knew Mr Smith would have a hard time with it so I made it more as a side thing for me. No meat or dairy!  Asian Ramen Salad He hates salads. Sometimes I crave them, but I hardly find them completely satisfying my hunger . . . That said, this was great to just pull out of the fridge for a quick snack or as a side dish. I love that it's a salad that can be eaten as leftovers. I have a lot of Ramen in food storage that I'd rather not eat as soup, so outside of stir fry I thought this was a great way to use it up. My version included: half a bag of cole slaw mix honey roasted sunflower seeds craisans one bag of ramen I liked the idea of scallions and almonds, I just didn't have any at the time the dressing was (here is where it's not the best) sugar, white vinegar & vegetable oil And I would advise using less dressing then the recipe calls for (I tried halfing the recipe since I figured I...

Not us.  I wish!  (with many nerves tucked under that) I just read quickly through a few news tweets that Ashton & Mila are expecting a baby. They have been dating since 2012. So then it's okay . Because that's commitment?  I keep hearing these sort of things  all the time  now. Well, I think they may have been recently engaged. So that's a step up over some? I mean really, since when did it become natural and completely acceptable and almost the new norm to have children before getting married? It's backwards people. And we wonder why the current generation seems sex crazy and immoral.  Oh . Maybe that's just me. I could step on a million toes with blog posts like this, but I'm not sure I care about that this time. And it's not just that they happened to get pregnant - whether or not they were trying - it's that they did because THEY DID something you shouldn't be doing until you're married, because that is when we should be embracing...

As crazy as it is, March is almost over and I'm just grabbing the opportunity to say hello. And not just the kind where you wave and keep walking away. I'm finally downloading all the pictures off my phone (aka my new camera) and thinking about where the heck the time has gone. I'm never great at actually holding real life conversations, so if I'm not blogging it means I must be keeping it all inside or throwing up on Mr Smith and neither are really healthy for me us.  So alas, we have been doing great, thanks for asking. Although I don't really know what great means.     I've been meaning to talk more about food, but you should know nothing really drastic as occurred yet. We still have a lot of white rice and pasta to go through and heavens I still love chicken, cheese & eggs. HOWEVER. I feel a lot better about myself at the check out line. My cart is loaded with fruits and vegetables. Most things in packages are the spinach bags, lactose fr...

I'm not sure what I would do without Mr Smith. My life would be 10xs more exhausting for one thing. Not only do I count on him to do my math in his head, but he's my Mr Fix It - even when there is nothing he can fix. Him being there for me mentally, spiritually, physically or all three you name it - is a HUGE blessing in my life. Sometimes it might make Mr Smith feel like he is suffocating . . . I'd like to think I could still be  slash am independent, but let's just say I really like depending on Mr Smith to pull me back into reality and help me fix whatever situation comes up. Even if I don't need his help, I still want him to know about it. I guess that's one reason why people get married. It's nice having a committed go-to person. I got a really handy one. But sometimes I want to stab him with a fork. Because although I want him there for support, let's just say his words are not always supportive. Or his ways are not always my ways. So we ...

I promise. I will blog again. Moving was crazy. I just got my computer back. Alexis is almost 11 months, what? what? So I have a little catching up to do . . . I've been overloading Instagram in the meantime.  I'm glad life is busy. I'm sure I need to be filling it with more beneficial things, but some days are just about surviving while others are "what am I really doing here?" and hopefully most are let's make the most of it. Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is loving ourselves through it all. I am so blessed. I try to remind myself of that every day. And HELLO Spring is finally here!

I mentioned a little about the documentary Forks over Knives on Facebook. I watched this with Mr Smith last week and it woke me up a little. I struggle to get started with things I feel so inadequate at, but a flame has been kindled. It gave me some ideas of where to start on diet and nutrition in my home. But since I'm a visual person, I need to write down my thoughts and goals. There is so much confusion out there surrounding this subject even amongst the experts. Going off what a friend said, I will take the main repeated points and then modify what I think works great for us. It didn't just start with the documentary mind you, remember Mr Smith and his obsession with "signs of the time"? Well, we're starting with the basic truths: The Word of Wisdom 2 To be sent greeting; not by commandment or constraint, but by revelation and the aword of wisdom, showing forth the order andbwill of God in the temporal salvation of all saints in the last days 3 Gi...

I feel so blessed. Over the weekend we found out we would need to move out asap so the realtor could have the house ready for the market come April 1st. I guess we had begun to assume we would stay here until it sold, which in my mind was still awhile. But his realtor wants to try a little harder this time (I'm guessing) and actually stage the home. What I heard: she doesn't like our lack of decor. Whatever Because we found a cute cozy home next to the greenway so I'm thrilled (plus I don't have to go through all the last minute viewings again). I bet it will cut 10 minutes from Eric's commute and it also puts us 1 mile away from my favorite park. Stroller jogging will no longer be an issue. So, even if our house ends up feeling cramped (only because we've picked up quite a few things since the last move and I'm too cheap to let things go), this is our opportunity to get out more. It's a little further from church, and a couple close friends (that...

I bought Organic Soy Milk (it's the only Lactose free milk Aldi had that day) and have been suffering with sub-par cereal the last few days hoping to see if I am in fact reacting to Lactose. Last night my stomach did not turn itself inside out {is this how other lactose intolerant people feel? my mom says I reacted poorly when I was a wee babe but it hasn't affected me since, until the last year or so}. But today, without much thought, I rushed to the fridge and swigged out of the half gallon I bought. I miss it . Don't judge me for drinking it straight. Mr Smith doesn't drink milk. And I like self torture. I hate all wanna-be milks. But I think lactose is the least of my worries. Anyone else married to a end of the world gloomer doomer? Mr Smith's nighttime whisperings are absolutely nerve wracking. Because it's not that I don't already believe in the scriptures and the prophets, but I have this way of, like most of Americans, color coating the future ...