randomness for the day

baby Trace, about 7 months old
(this post was written back in February)

I will not tidy up just so that my house will look perfect in a picture (for the blog) or in person.

You get what you see. I am me.

Flawed and imperfect and one hell of a good time!

I love seeing toys everywhere because it means I have been given the gift of a child.

I think the word blessed it overused.

Why can't we ever be lucky or fortunate... Why do we always have to be blessed?

I also see that word used in the wrong context all of the time. It irks me.

My son sleeps on his stomach and has for months.

I prefer candid shots over posed.

This blog portrays no more than 25% of my life.

The remaining 75% is pretty effing awesome and normal.

A lot of that awesomeness and normalness can be found on my instagram account.

I will not put any of our friends kids faces on my blog unless I have permission.

I also will not vent about my family.

But yes, I do have family shit... Everything is not always roses with my extended family.

But my marriage is the bomb, not gonna lie!

I will probably stop blogging numerous photos of Trace once he gets "recognizable."

I miss being pregnant. Woah! Did I just say that?

I also miss traveling and living out of a suitcase and in hotels like we used to.

Working with Bryan was the absolute best and we hope to work together again someday.

Parenthood, thus far, has been easier and more natural than I ever anticipated it would be.

It helps that I have a mild-mannered angel boy.

And a hands on, fully engaged husband.