A New Leaf

Alright, so this may be mildly inappropriate for some of you.
A picture of my son ...
in a private moment.

But it's a HUGE DEAL around here!
My oldest son has continuously struggled with
independence and other things of that nature
including confidence, sportsmanlike conduct, etc.
but he's turned a corner recently!
He's becoming more & more independent,
admiring what is good and sincerely striving to
"be big" and "do good."
I'm so grateful and just SO proud of him!
(we'll see what tomorrow holds.)
He not only had the foresight
to take a magazine in there with him,
he even wiped his own butt!!
(and used the rest of the ONLY roll in the house. ha!
and we had company. so embarrassing!)

She is most certainly growing up and I'm not encouraging this at all.
She's trying to crawl and I'm still trying to swaddle her.
She's on the move. And I just don't like it.


And, sadly, sitting up. Again, this was not encouraged by me.


I couldn't find her or Eric the other night
and when I did, much to my horror & delight,
they were nestled away in the closet
folding, sorting, tossing, organizing
and "widdle-baby-wuci" sat there perfectly content on the floor watching.

So now she insists on sitting and I let her.
'Cause it is pretty darn cute. I'll admit.


Speaking of "folding, sorting, tossing, organizing"

That's all i do these days. But I love it.
I'm turning over a new leaf.
It feels SO good.

You see ...

I have a weakness. A major one.
And one that not everyone has to see or know about.
I can take my weakness and go about my life,
getting things done, being happy and productive, etc.
I can even go to bed with it at night and NO one,
other than the people I live with, has to know.
It doesn't hurt anyone but me, and the people I live with.
I am SO completely unorganized. And I keep almost EVERYthing!
I'm learning to be the boss of me and my stuff
and have control over it.

For Once!

Send me good vibes and wish me lots of luck

that I can maintain.
That's the key afterall.
Isn't it?

Disclaimer:
(no i'm not a nasty hoarder with cat feces
and years of dirty diapers in the corner.
so don't worry too long and hard about it.
you can still come visit me and there's no weird smells.
i just typed that and then laughed out loud.
'cause there actually might be a weird smell. you never know.
joshy could've just peed all over the place. it does happen. i won't lie.)

And speaking of Joshy.

Isn't he sweet? At one week old.


My Mother laughed at me when I told her I was even organizing and editing
all of my digital pictures on the computer since 2002.
No more red-eye people!! Not in ONE picture that's in my possession!!
Oh. And one more thing ...
Did I mention I was happy!?


(picture taken by joshy. my little pro.)