I don't remember how it got started, but Aiden and Connor have been referred to as Thing 1 and Thing 2 since shortly after Connor was born, or at least by Brian's family. It seemed quite fitting at the time. Aiden loves Dr. Seuss books, and especially The Cat in the Hat, so he knows who Things 1 and 2 are, and more importantly what they do. (He claims he can't be Thing 1, he doesn't fly kites in the house.) And lately I'm not sure he IS Thing 1...Connor has been learning lots of new tricks that are putting him in the lead for title of Wild Child in our house.
Lately Thing 2 has been learning how to pull himself up on anything and everything he can reach. Last week he pulled himself up on the baby gate we put up in Aiden's doorway so we can see into Aiden's room without Connor getting into all of his toys. He stood up and smiled and laughed, and then started shaking the gate. Much to my surprise, and his, he pulled the gate loose and down went the gate and down went Thing 2. I calmed him down and moved the gate to the other side of the door jam so he couldn't pull it over.
The next day he's right back at it...standing up, holding on to the gate and bouncing. The next thing I know, he sticks his little 7 month old foot in one of the holes in the baby gate and tries to climb OVER the baby gate!! That was all the further he made it before I pulled him down and distracted him, I wasn't ready for him to be climbing!
Now that he has learned how to pull himself up, he will climb up anything that doesn't move. And if it does move, even better, he'll get on his knees and push it around! But as soon as you take it away, he's back to doing his army crawl, because he still refuses to pick his belly up and crawl. He will hold my fingers and walk all over, but has no interest in crawling. I think he's been watching Thing 1 and knows that if he wants to keep up that crawling thing just ain't gonna cut it.
So being the wonderful, helpful big brother that he is, Aiden has decided that HE can help Connor learn to walk. This morning I turned around and Aiden had let Connor pull himself up hanging on to Aiden's hands and was trying to walk around with him. All was gong well until I told him to make sure that if he wanted Connor to let go he had to make him sit on his bottom so he didn't get hurt. Apparently that meant just let go of his hands and see how well baby Connor can balance.
But Thing 1 isn't giving up the title without a fight (and with the help of his "Mud Slingin' Jeep" from Aunt Alayna, he's back in the running.) We finally got around to cleaning the garage out and Aiden was begging to get out the Jeep he got from his aunt for Christmas, since the garage is clean and he has room to drive it. Well of course Brian wants to play with it too, so we get it out. Keep in mind Aiden is four (and a half) and the box says 8+ on it. He mostly understands the forward/reverse controls, but the left/right steering is not user friendly (even for me). So after running into everything he could in the garage, the batteries finally died. And this is where the 8+ part comes in...it takes 8 hours to charge the battery for every 20 minutes you play with the Jeep. Try explaining THAT to a 4 year old!!
He got the Jeep out again this morning, but instead of trying to play with it in the garage, he wanted to take it outside. The windchill was -6 this morning, so I said he had to wait until Connor took his nap. (Aiden immediately went to get Connor's nap time book so he could read it and we could put Connor back to bed) That is one tough Jeep. It was skidding on the ice, so Thing 1 had it out on the snow in the yard and was doing a pretty good job of not getting it stuck...until the batteries died, again.
After having his cheese n crackers with hot cocoa, Thing 1 is now watching Word World, and Thing 2 is still snoozing away. (and I wish they came with the Thingamajigger to clean up all the messes they make!!)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Celebrating the big ?0 !!
My mom turned an age that ends in a 0. She doesn't look that age, and as her kids its hard to believe that she IS that age. So we decided to celebrate her ?0th Birthday by inviting all the women on her side of the family and heading for Omaha. (and I refuse to tell which number goes in front of that 0)
- 6+ hours in the car with both boys and Brian.
- 4 hours in the "party van" (my sister couldn't handle the idea of driving a minivan, even though it was a very nice minivan)
- 2 adjoining hotel suites
- 8 Buelt women that hadn't all been together in quite a while
- 2 dozen chocolate filled chocolate cupcakes and 1 margarita cake
- 7 makeovers with more laughing and more heckling than I have ever had at any party
- All the FREE drinks we could handle at the manager's reception
- 2 women in tiaras with the same # in front of their 0 (my mom was by far the classier and better looking of the two)
- 1 woman way too old to be saying "OMG" OR inviting my mother to an "adult toy party" in room 720
- 3 daughters that will ALWAYS be too young to hear "adult toy party" in the presence of their mother
- 1 very nice driver who drove us out of the hotel shuttle range so we could go to the Clancy's Irish Pub that was NOT a dance club
- 4 new shirts from last year's St Patrick's Day celebration (but they said Clancy's, so we bough them)
- 1 driver that thankfully came back and picked us up even though we were out of the free shuttle range
- 0 laughs or smiles from the driver who had to endure 8 women laughing about everything from "Turt's Titties" to "designer print Depends"
- 2 years until we have our next ?0 Birthday celebration
Friday, February 18, 2011
Valentine's Week
This week:
Sunday at church Aiden sang with the Little Lambs, and did a great job (from what I could see) He is still one of the short ones, even though he is at least a year older than some of the kids. Connor decided to chip in during the children's sermon. (Luckily most of the people around us found his shrill little squeal more cute than annoying) Aiden didn't want to go up front, but insisted on sitting on the end of the pew so he could see and hear... and then told Brian to go get the papers they were handing out o all the kids. Of course that didn't happen, but he was lucky and they put the papers in the back so he got one after church.
Aiden had his Valentine's party at school on Monday. Connor and I went in to help out and to see what big brother had been up to at school. Their party menu consisted of sugar cookies, rainbow cookies, lip cookies, and heart cookies, oh and some juice. The teachers had baggies for the kids to take home any cookies they didn't eat. Aiden didn't need a bag, he ate ALL 4 cookies. Talk about a sugar buzz.
Brian gave me the night off for V-Day. I got a nice relaxing bubble bath with wine and candles while he fed Connor and gave Aiden a bath and put them to bed. Then he made a nice dinner with the roses he and the boys had given me as a center piece. Such a sweet husband I have :D
Tuesday was a long day. It was one of those days I had to keep reminding myself to be thankful for everything I had, and that God doesn't give us patience, he gives us opportunities to learn patience. By the time Brian finally got home from work I had the boys in bed, supper put away, and everything packed up to go to Mason City the next day. I had also decided I was going to get up extra early so I could go work off some of the day's frustration on his parents' treadmill, since they obviously weren't going to be using it.
5:50AM Wednesday, my alarm went off and I was wide awake. No idea how, but I was. Got dressed, out the door and went to find out just how out of shape I really am. The one-word answer: ridiculously. But I survived, and have been up at 5:50 every morning since, and am getting less ridiculously out of shape. Hopefully it will be nice enough to go walk/run outside by the time his parents are home.
Connor has been learning to get around and get into things even faster, still without picking his big belly up off the floor. Lately he has been working on sitting, and climbing. So far he hasn't found anything but mommy that won't fall over on him when he pulls on it, so he hasn't been too successful at climbing unless I want him to be. He has still been favoring his left hand when eating cheerios and bananas, although neither hand was very successful with the first banana attempt.
Aiden is loving the warm weather. A couple days he didn't even have to put snow pants on to get on the bus. He has been warned to stay off the black mud (swamp mud). So far he's listened. He stayed out of the black mud, but kneeled down on the muddy (non swamp mud) driveway to reach out onto the swamp mud with his stick to "make a place for the water to go". His teacher sent a book home with him for the long weekend. I laughed when I read it. Mrs. Wishy-Washy. (The whole book is about animals playing in the mud. Then Mrs Wishy Washy gives them a bath, and as soon as she turns around they jump right back in.)
My Mary Kay has been going well this week. I am on track to finish up a challenge to either have a booking, meeting, or make 5 customer contacts each day for 30 days between the last week of Jan and the end of Feb. I am excited to get the bracelet from Carolyn to wear to Career Conference in March. I am also making HUGE progress on finishing up the Save the Nation With Foundation challenge from the company. I have done stripe tests on 13 women, and have probably 10 more this weekend! Completing that challenge will earn me a ribbon at Career Conference AND a zebra print tote from Carolyn :D It has been so much fun learning about the new foundations and hearing the opinions of other women about our products. I had a great meeting with a director in Waverly Wednesday night. It was very casual, we had pizza and talked about questions that had come up with customers and how to provide the best customer service possible.
Right now both boys are SUPPOSED to be napping (they are at least being quiet). We are leaving shortly to go to my parents' in western Iowa (3 hours on the road) so that I can go to Omaha (another 2 hours) with my mom, sisters, and aunts to celebrate my mom's ?0th B-Day. Tomorrow night my dad and my husband have a "Man Date", babysitter and all. If you know my husband, that doesn't sound ALL that strange, if you know my dad, you are probably laughing pretty hard.
Sunday at church Aiden sang with the Little Lambs, and did a great job (from what I could see) He is still one of the short ones, even though he is at least a year older than some of the kids. Connor decided to chip in during the children's sermon. (Luckily most of the people around us found his shrill little squeal more cute than annoying) Aiden didn't want to go up front, but insisted on sitting on the end of the pew so he could see and hear... and then told Brian to go get the papers they were handing out o all the kids. Of course that didn't happen, but he was lucky and they put the papers in the back so he got one after church.
Aiden had his Valentine's party at school on Monday. Connor and I went in to help out and to see what big brother had been up to at school. Their party menu consisted of sugar cookies, rainbow cookies, lip cookies, and heart cookies, oh and some juice. The teachers had baggies for the kids to take home any cookies they didn't eat. Aiden didn't need a bag, he ate ALL 4 cookies. Talk about a sugar buzz.
Brian gave me the night off for V-Day. I got a nice relaxing bubble bath with wine and candles while he fed Connor and gave Aiden a bath and put them to bed. Then he made a nice dinner with the roses he and the boys had given me as a center piece. Such a sweet husband I have :D
Tuesday was a long day. It was one of those days I had to keep reminding myself to be thankful for everything I had, and that God doesn't give us patience, he gives us opportunities to learn patience. By the time Brian finally got home from work I had the boys in bed, supper put away, and everything packed up to go to Mason City the next day. I had also decided I was going to get up extra early so I could go work off some of the day's frustration on his parents' treadmill, since they obviously weren't going to be using it.
5:50AM Wednesday, my alarm went off and I was wide awake. No idea how, but I was. Got dressed, out the door and went to find out just how out of shape I really am. The one-word answer: ridiculously. But I survived, and have been up at 5:50 every morning since, and am getting less ridiculously out of shape. Hopefully it will be nice enough to go walk/run outside by the time his parents are home.
Connor has been learning to get around and get into things even faster, still without picking his big belly up off the floor. Lately he has been working on sitting, and climbing. So far he hasn't found anything but mommy that won't fall over on him when he pulls on it, so he hasn't been too successful at climbing unless I want him to be. He has still been favoring his left hand when eating cheerios and bananas, although neither hand was very successful with the first banana attempt.
Aiden is loving the warm weather. A couple days he didn't even have to put snow pants on to get on the bus. He has been warned to stay off the black mud (swamp mud). So far he's listened. He stayed out of the black mud, but kneeled down on the muddy (non swamp mud) driveway to reach out onto the swamp mud with his stick to "make a place for the water to go". His teacher sent a book home with him for the long weekend. I laughed when I read it. Mrs. Wishy-Washy. (The whole book is about animals playing in the mud. Then Mrs Wishy Washy gives them a bath, and as soon as she turns around they jump right back in.)
My Mary Kay has been going well this week. I am on track to finish up a challenge to either have a booking, meeting, or make 5 customer contacts each day for 30 days between the last week of Jan and the end of Feb. I am excited to get the bracelet from Carolyn to wear to Career Conference in March. I am also making HUGE progress on finishing up the Save the Nation With Foundation challenge from the company. I have done stripe tests on 13 women, and have probably 10 more this weekend! Completing that challenge will earn me a ribbon at Career Conference AND a zebra print tote from Carolyn :D It has been so much fun learning about the new foundations and hearing the opinions of other women about our products. I had a great meeting with a director in Waverly Wednesday night. It was very casual, we had pizza and talked about questions that had come up with customers and how to provide the best customer service possible.
Right now both boys are SUPPOSED to be napping (they are at least being quiet). We are leaving shortly to go to my parents' in western Iowa (3 hours on the road) so that I can go to Omaha (another 2 hours) with my mom, sisters, and aunts to celebrate my mom's ?0th B-Day. Tomorrow night my dad and my husband have a "Man Date", babysitter and all. If you know my husband, that doesn't sound ALL that strange, if you know my dad, you are probably laughing pretty hard.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Its been almost a year!!
I'm new to the whole blog thing. After I looked at the calendar and realized that the last 12 months have been some of the craziest of my life, I realized I needed to take a few minutes to keep track of some of the smaller things that happen in my life. As a little background, I am a wife to a wonderful husband, mom to 2 beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed, (not as Irish as their names may sound) little boys. I am building my Mary Kay business in whatever spare time I can muster up, and loving every minute of girl time I can get.
Just under a year ago my husband and I sold our 4 bedroom house in Mason City and moved to Nashua, where my husband grew up. We moved back because my husband had been laid off from his job the November before and he had been helping his parents out in his free time. We moved out of a 4 bedroom house into a small, no tiny, 2 bedroom rental house in town. Crazy, I know. The only upside..the backyard was HUGE and literally steps from the elementary school playground.
Our oldest son was still attending 3-yr old preschool in Mason City 2 days a week, so twice a week we would drive 45 minutes to preschool, I would run errands, have prenatal appointments, or visit friends, and 2 hours later we would drive 45 minutes home. Crazy, I know. The end of May was a little bittersweet, no more spending half a day on the road twice a week, but no longer did I have my 3 year old occupied for 2 full mornings a week.
As the snow began to melt, my husband and I became more and more sure that this was where we were going to stay put and raise our kids, and that a 2 bedroom house with 4 people, one of them being an infant, was going to be unbearable, so we started looking for a more permanent housing solution. And what did we discover...we're picky!! We wanted 4 bedrooms, a big kitchen, attached garage, a great view, a few acres for the kids to play, and of course we wanted all of that on a paved road, and in our price range. Well that house didn't exist, yet. So instead of house hunt, we began land hunting. Lots of great building sites, but no one was willing to sell. So the in-laws say "What about Camp Swampy?" We laughed. Then thought about about it, and decided to go ahead and build a house on land that is called 'Camp Swampy' for a reason. Crazy, I know. It was April, we figured we could move in by the end of October, Thanksgiving at the VERY latest.
It is the wettest land I have ever seen, mostly because there is a natural spring bubbling up through the ground at the low end. The solution...dig a pond, and not a basement. No basement? in Iowa? during tornado season? Crazy, I know. But once we designed a concrete block bomb, I mean tornado, shelter into the house plans, we were ready to build. Well, we were ready to start applying for permits so we could start building. We started the process in April, it took a while because we wanted to put a driveway on a state highway. By the end of May the paperwork was in order and we were ready to start moving dirt. Then it rained, for 2 months straight. On a normal site, some earthwork could have gotten done, but not in Camp Swampy where it takes a week to dry out from a 1/2 inch rain.
I don't think I have ever had to have as much patience as I did during May, June, and July of last year. The rental house was getting smaller and smaller as we prepared for another baby boy. Progress on the new house was...non-existent at best for most of 3 months. It was getting hot, the A/C didn't work most of the summer, and being due the beginning of July, I was 8 months pregnant and very uncomfortable. I took my almost 4 year old on lots of walks, and did everything in my power to help that baby decide to grace us with his presence just a little early. After a false alarm in early June, we decided not to go to a much anticipated wedding in Chicago. I also wanted that baby to hurry up and arrive because his great-grandma in Texas was diagnosed with cancer, and didn't have much time left to meet her great-grandson. Unfortunately, she passed away 5 days before the baby was born. It took a couple weeks to make arrangements for her service, so we were home from the hospital by the time my husband's family was home. I know his great-grandma would have loved to get to see pictures of another great-grand baby, but at least he was able to meet lots of family that hadn't been all together since our wedding.
So now its July, we have a newborn to take care of, a totally new schedule to adapt to, and the house is a good three months behind schedule. Well, if the earthwork crew gets the foundation done first, and we work really hard, and are OK with only having most of the work done, we can still move in by Thanksgiving, 4 1/2 months. Crazy, I know. The rest of July flew boy. Our oldest turned 4, the little one grew and changed everyday, and we waited some more.
August came and went. I kept my tradition of going to the State Fair every year, this time with a 4 week old. Crazy, I know. Our 4 year old started Pre-K, and loved it, and the baby continued to change and grow. And FINALLY... the last week of August the earthwork crew was ready for us to start building a house. Thanksgiving was now 3 months away, yes THREE. But we could still be moved in by Thanksgiving, if we worked REALLY hard.
Labor Day weekend consisted of laying block, more block, and more block. I didn't even have to do the hard part, but 36 hours of work in one long weekend made me thankful that there were no more long weekends before Thanksgiving. In fact, I don't think there were any weekends between then and Thanksgiving. We took off one Sunday for our son's baptism, a Saturday to tailgate with the family for my grandma's 80th birthday, and a weekend because my husband was in a friend's wedding. 3 months, 4 days off. Crazy, I know. But we REALLY wanted to move in to that house.
On November 21st, the weekend BEFORE Thanksgiving, we moved out of the rental house and into the new house. I had no kitchen counter tops (or sink), the master bedroom and bathroom were completely unfinished, but we had 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, and most of a kitchen. We were totally and utterly exhausted. My in-laws were too, as the boys had spent almost every evening at their house while we worked on the house. There was still plenty to be done on the house, but we needed a vacation. So a vacation we took. A whirlwind trip for an amazing Thanksgiving Day game in a suite with amazing food, all the beverages we cared to drink, and back to my hometown to celebrate my parents' 30th wedding anniversary with a family photo session and a family brunch.
December was much less rushed and chaotic than the previous 3 months. I unpacked and organized as much as I could. Christmas shopping got done, some decorations got put up (a village without lights and a beautifully decorated tree). The finishing touches got put on the concrete floors, and the concrete counter tops in the kitchen finally became a reality. After the crazy schedule we had been working, things seemed to be coming to a crawl. Christmas was spent with our families making memories, and yet another year came to an end.
The next month and a half was spent finishing up the kitchen, and turning the master bath and bedroom from a work zone to a place I can actually enjoy and relax in. The to-do list is getting shorter, and the final completion date has been set for an Open House in March, 6 1/2 months after we poured the footings. Crazy, I know.
And here we are, a year later. We have another child, who is crawling, eating finger foods, and has his own distinct personality. Our 4 year old has changed schools, made new friends, and has learned about every step of house building (and if you ask he would love to tell you about it) We have moved twice, and hopefully will never have to do it again. Our marriage survived building a house, and so did my sanity. And much to my surprise, I found time to work my business in all this craziness, and I'm so glad that I did.
And after all that craziness, I feel the need to pay more attention to the little things in life. So that's what this blog is going to be about. Focusing on the little things in this crazy thing we call life.
Just under a year ago my husband and I sold our 4 bedroom house in Mason City and moved to Nashua, where my husband grew up. We moved back because my husband had been laid off from his job the November before and he had been helping his parents out in his free time. We moved out of a 4 bedroom house into a small, no tiny, 2 bedroom rental house in town. Crazy, I know. The only upside..the backyard was HUGE and literally steps from the elementary school playground.
Our oldest son was still attending 3-yr old preschool in Mason City 2 days a week, so twice a week we would drive 45 minutes to preschool, I would run errands, have prenatal appointments, or visit friends, and 2 hours later we would drive 45 minutes home. Crazy, I know. The end of May was a little bittersweet, no more spending half a day on the road twice a week, but no longer did I have my 3 year old occupied for 2 full mornings a week.
As the snow began to melt, my husband and I became more and more sure that this was where we were going to stay put and raise our kids, and that a 2 bedroom house with 4 people, one of them being an infant, was going to be unbearable, so we started looking for a more permanent housing solution. And what did we discover...we're picky!! We wanted 4 bedrooms, a big kitchen, attached garage, a great view, a few acres for the kids to play, and of course we wanted all of that on a paved road, and in our price range. Well that house didn't exist, yet. So instead of house hunt, we began land hunting. Lots of great building sites, but no one was willing to sell. So the in-laws say "What about Camp Swampy?" We laughed. Then thought about about it, and decided to go ahead and build a house on land that is called 'Camp Swampy' for a reason. Crazy, I know. It was April, we figured we could move in by the end of October, Thanksgiving at the VERY latest.
It is the wettest land I have ever seen, mostly because there is a natural spring bubbling up through the ground at the low end. The solution...dig a pond, and not a basement. No basement? in Iowa? during tornado season? Crazy, I know. But once we designed a concrete block bomb, I mean tornado, shelter into the house plans, we were ready to build. Well, we were ready to start applying for permits so we could start building. We started the process in April, it took a while because we wanted to put a driveway on a state highway. By the end of May the paperwork was in order and we were ready to start moving dirt. Then it rained, for 2 months straight. On a normal site, some earthwork could have gotten done, but not in Camp Swampy where it takes a week to dry out from a 1/2 inch rain.
I don't think I have ever had to have as much patience as I did during May, June, and July of last year. The rental house was getting smaller and smaller as we prepared for another baby boy. Progress on the new house was...non-existent at best for most of 3 months. It was getting hot, the A/C didn't work most of the summer, and being due the beginning of July, I was 8 months pregnant and very uncomfortable. I took my almost 4 year old on lots of walks, and did everything in my power to help that baby decide to grace us with his presence just a little early. After a false alarm in early June, we decided not to go to a much anticipated wedding in Chicago. I also wanted that baby to hurry up and arrive because his great-grandma in Texas was diagnosed with cancer, and didn't have much time left to meet her great-grandson. Unfortunately, she passed away 5 days before the baby was born. It took a couple weeks to make arrangements for her service, so we were home from the hospital by the time my husband's family was home. I know his great-grandma would have loved to get to see pictures of another great-grand baby, but at least he was able to meet lots of family that hadn't been all together since our wedding.
So now its July, we have a newborn to take care of, a totally new schedule to adapt to, and the house is a good three months behind schedule. Well, if the earthwork crew gets the foundation done first, and we work really hard, and are OK with only having most of the work done, we can still move in by Thanksgiving, 4 1/2 months. Crazy, I know. The rest of July flew boy. Our oldest turned 4, the little one grew and changed everyday, and we waited some more.
August came and went. I kept my tradition of going to the State Fair every year, this time with a 4 week old. Crazy, I know. Our 4 year old started Pre-K, and loved it, and the baby continued to change and grow. And FINALLY... the last week of August the earthwork crew was ready for us to start building a house. Thanksgiving was now 3 months away, yes THREE. But we could still be moved in by Thanksgiving, if we worked REALLY hard.
Labor Day weekend consisted of laying block, more block, and more block. I didn't even have to do the hard part, but 36 hours of work in one long weekend made me thankful that there were no more long weekends before Thanksgiving. In fact, I don't think there were any weekends between then and Thanksgiving. We took off one Sunday for our son's baptism, a Saturday to tailgate with the family for my grandma's 80th birthday, and a weekend because my husband was in a friend's wedding. 3 months, 4 days off. Crazy, I know. But we REALLY wanted to move in to that house.
On November 21st, the weekend BEFORE Thanksgiving, we moved out of the rental house and into the new house. I had no kitchen counter tops (or sink), the master bedroom and bathroom were completely unfinished, but we had 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, and most of a kitchen. We were totally and utterly exhausted. My in-laws were too, as the boys had spent almost every evening at their house while we worked on the house. There was still plenty to be done on the house, but we needed a vacation. So a vacation we took. A whirlwind trip for an amazing Thanksgiving Day game in a suite with amazing food, all the beverages we cared to drink, and back to my hometown to celebrate my parents' 30th wedding anniversary with a family photo session and a family brunch.
December was much less rushed and chaotic than the previous 3 months. I unpacked and organized as much as I could. Christmas shopping got done, some decorations got put up (a village without lights and a beautifully decorated tree). The finishing touches got put on the concrete floors, and the concrete counter tops in the kitchen finally became a reality. After the crazy schedule we had been working, things seemed to be coming to a crawl. Christmas was spent with our families making memories, and yet another year came to an end.
The next month and a half was spent finishing up the kitchen, and turning the master bath and bedroom from a work zone to a place I can actually enjoy and relax in. The to-do list is getting shorter, and the final completion date has been set for an Open House in March, 6 1/2 months after we poured the footings. Crazy, I know.
And here we are, a year later. We have another child, who is crawling, eating finger foods, and has his own distinct personality. Our 4 year old has changed schools, made new friends, and has learned about every step of house building (and if you ask he would love to tell you about it) We have moved twice, and hopefully will never have to do it again. Our marriage survived building a house, and so did my sanity. And much to my surprise, I found time to work my business in all this craziness, and I'm so glad that I did.
And after all that craziness, I feel the need to pay more attention to the little things in life. So that's what this blog is going to be about. Focusing on the little things in this crazy thing we call life.
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