Eff Words!

I just wrote out this monstrous post ranting about my husband's and my conversation(s) about another baby, and POOF! Gone. Deleted.

Eff Words.

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

Keepin' It Real

One of my Favorites:

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
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"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

-The Velveteen Rabbit

Okay, so, as previously stated AND promised: I am going to start blogging. I'm not even sure how to navigate blogspot yet, so, hang in there while I try to get my ish together.

Moving right along... the insert I shared with you above was especially chosen for my blogging debut after much thought and consideration. I chose it because it describes me perfectly right now.

I am going to be 31 years old in December. THIRTY ONE YEARS OLD. I no longer am in my twenties. I have to check the second box for an age bracket. If I wanted to, I could technically drive a mini van and get away with it. WOW. When did this happen?!

I remember so much as if it were yesterday - my first apartment, college (Go Cougs!), getting my first "real" job .... and now here I am.

You know when you're younger and you picture yourself in the future? Married. Kids. White picket fenced yard with house. Dog. Cat. Etc. I'm like any girl - I always had those dreams.. the "someday" dreams. But to think I'm actually here and that I've arrived is a total trip.

So I guess I chose the above insert because I'm becoming "real." Growing older, being married, and becoming a Mom (especially becoming a Mom), has really helped me on my journey to "becoming real."

I emphasize becoming a Mom, because, quite honestly, becoming a Mom has probably been the most amazing journey of my life. There are a very close second and third place journeys in there, but having a child is definitely at the top for me.

The irony is there was a time in my life where I really didn't know if I wanted kids, and was very on the fence about it. I guess He had other plans for me, and I was blessed with my little miracle, Kaleigh, who is now 15 months old. She's walking, talking, and is my favoritest little pal around. I love her more than words could ever even begin to describe.

My husband absolutely adores her, too. He wants another. Like now. Ha! So far I'm winning that battle, but don't know how long it will be until I surrender.

We're doing an addition on our house - we're adding an entire second story onto our rambler. Yes, we're crazy! We're doing it for two reasons:

1) Our house isn't very big at the moment, as it was my husband's before we got married. He waited too long to sell and the market fell, so not only is he upside down, but he's in a shitty loan to boot.

2) That being said, we're needing more space and to bring the value up.

Our goal is to be able to refinance once the addition is done. Wish us luck...

Now you know a bit what's going on with us. We live a crazy, wonderful life that I wouldn't change for the world.

So .. follow me if you dare on the journey of life and becoming "real!"

You Win

I've finally given in to blogging.

To Be Continued...