Simply the Smith's

Friday night I was solo. Michael was on one of his quests to get a 4 wheeler which left me and the fat boy home alone. I thought all day about who I could call to come over/ go see so that I wasn't home alone all night but then I decided that I could do it alone and we stayed in. I picked up takeout and ran to the store for a few things and then we stayed in just the two of us. I have mentioned it here before that my kid is a super picky eater. He does however love this macaroni and cheese from a local restaurant. I wanted a stress free night so I got him that to eat. He gobbled it up and then decided all the extra cheese was good hair gel. I mean this kid was covered in cheese but I let it go and he kept his cheese hair until bath time. I knew if I could get through bed time then it was smooth sailing and I could collapse into bed. Friday's are always a bad night for me because the whole week catches up with me. I was in bed by 8 catching up on some tv shows. Michael...

My husband is such an outdoors guy. He grew up on dirt bikes and working on cars. We own a muscle car that is crazy fast and we take out on date nights. When I met him he had his car, a motorcycle, and a 4 wheeler. Over the years toys have moved around and as of right now he just has the car. Which I would never let him sell in a million years! He has almost completely rebuilt that car and it is such a labor of love plus he picked me up for our first date in that car so it has some good memories. Anyway about a month ago we were talking about getting a 4 wheeler again. One that was bigger, that we could both ride on and that could have a plow on it to plow the driveway in the winter. After going over out bills it just didn't seem to work right now. Well fast forward to Monday and after shuffling some things around and paying off some debt.We figured out what we could afford, Michael called the bank we got approved and on Tuesday he picked out the wheeler he wanted called the...

That was my response to my mother when she told me I would be so prepared for my second child. Grayson is an easy baby. Hands down. He is happy and a lover and all boy because he climbs and bangs around with the best of them. But you see he seems to always be getting some weird freak cold, or ailment. For example. I get home from work last Tuesday, we are playing in the living room all 3 of us when G climbs up on the couch. He starts climbing on Michael and Michael grabs his ankle. Then out of the clear blue he says "oh yeah check this out" I look at his ankle and sweet baby Jesus hold me it looks like he got burned. I take a picture.................and send it to my Mom. Don't forget people I'm a 5 year old and whenever anything goes wrong I call my Momma and cry or scream for help. She googles it and tells me it is a bite that got infected. OK fine then I look at his foot and within the last half an hour it has swelled to twice the size and turned ...

I'm not trying to ignore this corner of the Internet really. I just have been struggling? with being here I guess. I don't know how much I want out here on the Internet. The struggles we are going through? No one wants to hear about that kind of stuff. My Mom has cancer, My Uncle has cancer and I'm holding my shit together by the skin of my teeth. I'm trying to organize my house because that is what I do when my head is a mess. I'm trying to soak up every second I have with my little family because they are what makes my head less messy. They make my heart so full and happy and my focus needs to be there. I'm trying to plan a bridal shower with 5 other bridesmaids. 2 of which do not want to have any input but then bitch when decisions are made. Thankfully I have 3 other ones who are more than helpful. I'm crafting and planning and ordering like it's my JOB. We are in the process of finishing up our yard list so that we can have a relaxing re...

When I first got pregnant with Grayson I got the same questions all the time " So will you work after you have the baby?" I always answered yes while secretly hoping there was a way I didn't have to. Michael and I sat down and tried to figure out our finances but I'm a princess and refused to give anything up. I loved my new Jeep with 4 wheel drive and I neeeeeded that. Basically we spend what we make like most household in 'merica. So I just knew I would have to keep working and that we would have to find something to do with our nugget. He started at daycare when he was 8 weeks old and a few months after being there it all went down hill. So we switched even though it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do at the time. Now holy crap is it the best decision we ever made. So I'm listing my top 5 reasons I love our Daycare today because it makes my momma heart feel a little better knowing how much fun he is having and that they love my baby!!...

When we first talked about having kids Michael's response was "Okay if that's what you want" He was not very into. He is an only child and has never really been around babies or kids.He also had a different childhood and until we got married had no real desire to be a parent. Even when our nephew was born he would not hold him until he had full head control and could sit up on his own. So when we decided to pull the goalie I was excited and nervous. Through my whole pregnancy I would ask him "Can you believe we are going to be parents? I can't wait to hold this little peanut/nugget and kiss it all day long" He would always respond "Yeah it's great". He had no emotion. I tried to talk to him about it and he always responded with he didn't know what to expect and he would be fine once I pooped out the baby. (If only it was that easy) Well I didn't get to have a natural birth mostly because I was giving birth to a toddler not...

That title really has nothing to do with what this post is about but my brain is so random. I was talking with Michael the other day and told him that I love our life so much and if you would have told me when we first started dating that I would be so happy with what we have now I would have laughed. I always pictured my life to be different. How I'm not really sure I can't put my finger on it. Michael is 9 years older than me and while the age difference has never affected our relationship, it has molded it. I married someone who was ready to buy a house, and have babies, and be responsible. Now I work a big girl job 5 days, 40 hours a week. 3 days a week I drop off and pick up my bubbie lou from day care and we head home to start on some yard work. We get excited about planting a garden, and having the pool opened. My nightly routine includes picking up a million and one toys and watering my hanging baskets on the front porch. Heck my birthday gifts this year w...

It's been a while since I have done a real update so here it goes. Michael has the weekend off again and I'm starting to get used to him being around. He plays in a golf tournament on Saturday and then Sunday we are going canoeing.  We are still chugging along on our yard work. We finally have the pool opened and cleaned now we just need it to warm up so we can start living in it. I personally love having a pool and I often hear that it is a ton of work to have one. Really for us it is about an hour a week that we spend maintaining it. It's worth it for all the happiness it brings. We are hoping in the next week to get out vegetable garden planted. Michael is in the process of building me a raised garden box. I don't want to have to worry about weeds and so this is a win win. The stumps are finally all ground and now we just have to clean up that mess. It's a work in progress but we get a ton done in the time that we do have. Grayson is full on walking now...

I was clearing the yard on Sunday with Michael, it was a disaster from having 5 trees cut down and the grass was starting to look like a hay field. I had a moment where I just felt this overwhelming sense of joy and I remember saying out loud "Thank you!". I was feeling so blessed and so so happy. I floated on a cloud of pure and utter bliss all weekend and well into my Tuesday. And then my phone rang. My Mom sometimes calls me in the middle of the day but I had a flash of "shit something is wrong" It was the same feeling I had when she called to tell me my Grandma had passed. I pushed it away and answered the phone. She started off by asking me how I was (red flag #2 she normally just asks what I'm doing) I responded with some hesitant comment about good the next words to come out of her mouth broke my heart. " I promised to always be up front with you and well the doctor just called and I have skin cancer" The tears came instantly but I p...

27 years ago today my wonderful parents got their perfect angel..........ME!!! Today is my birthday and when asked what I wanted I told Michael I wanted a day shopping at the mall or Target with just the two of us. So I took the day off and that is what we are doing. Alone time with my husband just us is a gift in and of itself but he promised me clothes so I will take those too. I hope everyone had a good weekend and I will be back with an update later this week!! But until then Check out my fat boy and how stinking cute he is!