Homemade

My obsession with photographing K is finally becoming a problem. I'm not organized enough. I have her 1st two months perfectly documented. The rest are scattered everywhere. None of them are printed. None of them burned onto CD's. I am committing the summer to finding a solution to this. And yes, it will take me all summer because that's how long it will take to save the money to print them all.

Speaking of documenting. I decided I hate photo books. I have four of them. I also have a semi-finished homemade scrapbook of Chris and I, and it's way more personal. I also hate that I've decided this because it means so much more work for me.


On an up-note. I saved every 'baby' card I received from the baby shower/hospital and I fully intend on using all the cute little baby decor on them for scrapbooking. This ought to save me a good chunk of $! I'm also thinking of cutting out some of the notes people wrote in them for her and using them as "sayings" instead of printing off quotes from the Internet.

All this talk of scrapbooking is making me antsy! ..Time for a trip to the dollar store for supplies! And Flower Factory... And Archivers.

Is there any way I could possibly get paid for being a Mom?

I should have saved all my ice cream truck money for this...

Mother Dearest

I saw this Mom today. Well, not this Mom, but someone with a stunning resemblance. She had the same crunched up monster face. Her eyebrows burrowing into her skin, mouth wide and finger pointed as shown.

Her total at the register came to $334.65. I remember this because she said it repeatedly, and loudly. All to a small girl no higher than my waist. And I quote "$334.65 because you just had to have your fruit roll-ups!"

I don't buy fruit roll-ups. Maybe it's because I can't afford them, but I have a feeling that's not the case.

And as I stood there waiting for her to finish swiping her card and yelling at her child over her poor choices, I couldn't help but flash forward and pray. Not only that I never have a Target bill that comes to hundreds or dollars worth of fruit roll-ups...but also that I never become this yelling, monster of a Mother. I'm sure she's not a bad person. In fact, she's probably a wonderful mother. She obviously has flaws and there's no way I can throw stones at her if I stop and think about the way I react some days. However, if I'm going to flip out at Kamea one day I at least want it to be over something valid. She could have said no to the demands of a whining 4yr old. She also could have said no to the pile of womens clothing in her basket. Priorities. I pray I have them. And patience. And self-control. Honestly, I was humiliated for her. Which made me humiliated for myself in the future.

I smiled at the girl as her mom finished making her purchase in the hope she would feel a little bit better about herself in that moment. And I looked at Kamea, kissed her little barefeet and laughed to myself.

Motherhood is going to be quite the ride. I hope I choose to make it a fun one.

Old People Love Socks

During a family vacation to Disney World last year we played a game of 'worst dressed'. I just stumbled upon my top 2.


At first I was thinking this gentlemen was maybe just carrying his granddaughters backpack... and then I saw the socks.


The woman, well I'm sure she ended up with a curious tan at the end of this vacation.

6lbs 9oz

I swear sometimes it was just yesterday that Kamea was born. I look at her and flash back to the operating room. I can still see the look on Chris' face when they pulled her out of me. Pride. I still remember how terrified I was that she was so tiny. They say you forget the pain of childbirth when their born. I guess that doesn't apply to c-sections. It was by far the worst and best thing I've ever experienced. The worst being that I felt as though I was being murdered. I'm not entirely sure what that feels like, but I'd put my money on the fact that I've got a pretty good idea. The best part being Kamea of course. And although I joke continually that I will never EVER go through that again. I would. For her...I would. 'They' might have been wrong about the forgetting the pain thing (at least for me) but everyone was right about the love thing. I had no idea what love was until she came along. I thought I knew it. But there is nothing like the love you have for your own child. I am so in love with her. Every tiny little part of her. And I can't believe she's almost 5 months old. If there was ever a time when I wanted to freeze time, it is now.

Now, before this whole growing up thing gets out of hand.

Jump Start

Let's skip the usual 'this is why I decided to start a blog' rambles and get to the point.

There is no point.

Enjoy =)