14 (actually 13) weeks left...

It's late. But I can't sleep. The thing I hate most about being pregnant isn't the weight gain. It isn't stretch marks. It's the insomnia. I am so tired, but I cannot go to sleep for the life of me. Not to mention I hit my head on the sink and have a screaming headache and honestly, I'm a little frightened to go to sleep. I think I'm fine. Just a little goose egg.

This weekend was really great. I got to hang out with my guys all weekend. Smasher was absolutely wonderful all weekend and just played and played. Yesterday we went out to BWW for lunch and to get out of the house for a little bit. We also just kinda ran around and did some other stuff, although I can't remember what exactly. Oh well. Smasher was so exhausted when we got home at 3 that he and The Hubby took a nap for a while while I just goofed off around the house. Then I got my favorite, Mexican Shrimp Cocktail for dinner. It's the only thing I've really craved during this pregnancy. With Smasher it was always cheese fries as my friends probably remember. Or even the Callahan's Chicken Nachos. Maybe 8 will enjoy Mexican as much as I do. Smasher's a fan of the white queso. I actually feel asleep fairly early last night. Probably around 10.The Hubby stayed up until4 playing some stupid internet game called Neflaria. Today was great because except for a quick trip to the store, none of us left the house at all. We had the best intentions of going to church this morning but I didn't feel too great and Smasher had a slight fever and that "I don't feel wonderful," look in his eyes. I gave him a bottle and he went to sleep for about another hour and woke up feeling wonderful. We just kind of played all day. It was wonderful. I needed a nap this afternoon so while I was asleep on the couch, he quietly played in his room with The Hubby nearby. I woke up around 6 to The Hubby telling me I had to come see the cutest thing in the world. So, I walked into Smasher's room to find him curled up on his coat with a sippy cup of water next to him, completely passed out. The kid heard us snickering and so decided it was time to wake up after his 10 minute nap. Oh well. It was time for dinner anyway. But as soon as wee were done, he was ready for bed, so off he went. I started making lasagna from my mom's recipe. I'm not sure what I did but it turned out extremely runny. It was good. The flavor was really great. I'm just not sure where I went wrong. Hmmm...have to figure it out for next time.

Well, Friday is my birthday. I'm not too excited about 25. I don't know what it is, but I just can't see myself as being 25 years-old. I'm accepting gifts though, so bring it on. Hint: I NEED a prenatal massage!

(Just kidding. I don't want presents. Just friends.) Not sure what the plans are yet. The Hubby has to work until 8:00 Friday night so maybe I'll see if anyone wants to go grab dinner. We're talking about going to this amazing German restaurant in Waynoka Saturday night but I just don't know yet. I like how my life revolves around food, or so it would seem...hmmm...

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

SNOW...everywhere and I do mean everywhere

I feel like I live in a snow globe. It's so pretty outside and since we didn't get much ice, it's really not too bad for driving either. That's about as much good that I can say about the snow.

I hate the snow. Unless I'm skiing down a snow-covered mountain, I could live without it. It's wet and when it gets packed, it's not much better than ice. Take my fall today for instance. I was walking down the two steps from my front door to the sidewalk and since the snow was packed, I slipped and fell, banging my back and my head on the concrete steps. Nothing is wrong other than some bruses, but I'm six months pregnant and falling is on the list of things-not-to-do. Another thing, I think Smasher hates it. He just kinda looks at it like "And the purpose of this stuff is...?" We did have to go out today as the dog needed food, the baby needed Aquafor, and we needed stuff for lasagna (which I will make tomorrow.) We also needed the necessities (i.e. bread, milk, eggs.) And of course we NEEDED Wee Too for breakfast-lunch today. The Hubby had to be at work at 5:00 this morning and decided it was needed. His afternoon job got canceled since he works at an after-school program and also his rock wall gig got called off for tonight and tomorrow. Good. We should be set to stay in for a while.

Had a little scare last night. I keep having bad headaches with blurred vision and stuff so I called the hospital to see if I needed to go in after it persisted for a while last night since stuff like that can be a sign for pre-eclampsia (Basically high blood pressure for pregnant women over 20 weeks.) We dropped Smasher off with my aunt for a little bit around 10:30 and headed to the hospital, almost getting stuck, but we made it finally. After they cleared everything they sent me home. I need to get my gall bladder checked according to my other bothersome symptoms but I didn't want to do it last night. Plus, when we left there around 11:45, Smasher still hadn't gone to sleep at my aunt's so we went and picked him up. It's been a long day. I'm ready for bed.

So, for now, auf weidersehen.

And She Shall Be Known as...

AUGUSTINE! We're not sure of the middle name yet, but we've got the first name down. So, I shall call her 8 because August is the 8th month. Yes, I know she'll be born in May, but we like the name, so who cares. Plus, Augustine of Hippo is a saint. And NeedToBreathe has an awesome song named Augustine. But most importantly, Augustine highest rank on the list of names is #679 in 1882 and is currently not even ranked. I like the fact that there won't be 15 of them in the same kindergarten class. The only thing I ask...if you know her, please don't call her Auggie. I'm fine with her nickname being August but not Auggie. The name means "majestic one." Well, see if it fits her or not. I hope so, since I already call her that and all. The Hubby and I really like the idea of using a family name for the middle name but can't think of any that sound good with Augustine. I'm kind of a fan of Augustine Grace but we'll just have to see. Augustine Rose would be good as well.

Anyway, we're supposed to have a huge winter storm heading this way today. I kind of doubt it considering they're always saying a huge storm of some sort is heading this way and then it's almost always a dud. Sometimes they're right, but they're predicting huge amounts of snowfall and power outages. I just don't know that I believe them. I think we might get couple of inches of snow and I'm okay with that. I don't know about everything else though. What really gets me though is that 155 schools had closed before 9:00 last night. It is now 8:57 and there has not been a drop of precip. The governor, who I typically like, declared a State of Emergency last night before anything had even happened. I'm all about preparedness, but come on people. You're putting far too much confidence in weather forecasters who are wrong over 50% of the time. The Hubby and I did make a Walmart run yesterday because we were out of water and almost out of bread and milk gets drained at our house like nobody's business between The Hubby and Smasher. The shelves were bare. The was two loafs of actual bread. The rest was stuff like cinammon raisin and torillas. The water aisle was ghost aisle. Milk was running pretty low too. Now maybe I'm just not taking this seriously enough. Maybe I should be freaking out with everyone else, but I really don't think that's the answer. It's coming whether I or anyone else wants it to if it wants to come. Not much to do now but sit around and wait to see what it's going to do. If I don't post for few days, you'll probably know why.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

And the envelope please...

Okay, not really. I have to double check with The Hubby just to make sure. He's not too happy about it, but since I let it slip to my mom at dinner yesterday (geez, that lady is convincing) he said I could tell people. But I would feel more comfortable double checking with him first...again. It really is a beautiful name. I'm excited and by us telling people, we can get some help with the middle name perhaps.

Smasher is being such a great kiddo today. Not like he's not typically, just extra well behaved today. We were reading a while ago and The Expected kicked him and he looked at me like, "Why is your tummy kicking me?" I pointed at my stomach and said, "Baby." He looked at me like I was crazy but gave it a quick pet before jumping out of my lap to play with his tractor. He has been playing nicely in his room for most of the day. I've been in there with him for the better part of it getting some good mama-Smasher time in. But he is now pleasantly taking a nap and I am going to grab a quick before dinner snack since The Hubby doesn't get off until 8:00 tonight.

So, hopefully soon I will put The Expected's name up. But just once and then I'll have to find a nickname for her. I think it will be 8. You'll understand when I tell you.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

My baby better not get sick

I spent my Saturday going into nesting mode. This is not good considering I have 14 weeks left until she gets here. It is good considering that things are getting done around the house. It also ran into Sunday which means a lot got accomplished today as well. I disinfected all of Smasher's toys, mopped the floor in his room and The Hubby cleaned the blinds. We also did a ton of laundry. We're making progress getting stuff situated, but we still have a ways to go. It was kind of hard for me because I would get worn out and get dizzy spells, a few ending up in black outs, so I had to take frequent breaks and chill out for a second. We finally got all of Smasher's Christmas and birthday toys put away in his room and secured the door to where the child gate is in front of his door so I can put him in there for a little bit alone while I need to get some stuff done. I was having to put him in his pack n' play and that wasn't fair to the boy. Now he finally has a place of his own where I can leave him for a few minutes to get some things done or to lay down (a more and more frequent need.)

Smasher got dropped off by Gram around 5:30. We played for awhile in his new and improved room and then ate dinner followed by more playing, a book and finally bed time. I love my nightly rituals with Smasher. He;s turning into such an incredible little boy.

I'm still blacking out for whatever reason and so The Hubby is making me give up for the day. I can't say I'm too upset by that decision. So, here is to productive weekend and awesome little boys!

SO, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Who's Your Friend When Things Get Rough?

Why, H.R. Pufnstuf, of course!!! I can't exactly remember how I found out about this show since it was made '69-'70 and I was not around until '85. In fact, my mom and dad were only 4 or 5. But regardless, I do know about it and am very glad to. I was cruising around on Hulu.com and came across the first (and I believe only) season of the show. It's definately an interesting show. If you've ever seen some of the Beatles music videos, especially "All You Need Is Love" and "Yellow Submarine," you will probably get the same feeling from watching H.R. Pufnstuf. Sid and Marty Kroft (the creators) were more than likely on acid. I don't promote the use of drugs, but it sure does make for some entertaining television. It's most certainly a children's show, but some of the things that I'm seeing make me realize that this show would get canceled after an episode if marketed as a children's program just for the sheer fact that it is quite possibly the most politically incorrect show I've ever seen. But even still it is a great show.

Does anyone else have suggestions for old shows that I could watch? It seems like everything that's made now is basically the same thing. So, let me know!

So, for now, auf weidersehen!

It's not easy being green...

Or married. But it's worth it I've decided. Not the being green part, although I'd like to start doing more to live a more natural lifestyle. I digress.It's been rough couple of days. For those of you who knew me while I was pregnant with Smasher, this will come as a shock to you so keep reading. I seem to be more consistant on this pregnancy than I was with Smasher as far as mood swings go. I'm typically pretty happy, and laid-back. With Smasher, the exact oppisite was true. However, with this one, when my mood swings hit...they hit hard! I'm downright mean and spiteful and end up come away from the "fight" feeling like a terrible person for all the things I said and did. I tend to make MOUNTAINS (and I mean Everest-size) out of mole hills. This is something that I sometimes do even when I'm not pregnant. But my darling husband is a trooper. He offers to get anything that I want and will stick by my side during one of my fits instead of telling me I'm stupid and to stop being such a baby. I think he knows I'll admit to that myself when I stop throwing my tantrum. I truly do love him. He's a keeper. And if he deals with me this well, then I know he'll be a wonderful father to an amazing little girl...especially when she hits about 13.

Other than that, not a lot as been going on. Still sick. Still don't know what's wrong. Smasher's going with his Gram (my mom) to my grandparent's house this weekend and their going to the OSU wrestling match on Sunday. I think that's her favorite thing to do with him and he seems to enjoy it (especially Pistol Pete.) I'm glad they have their "thing." I'm getting a break sorta, but not really. The Hubby and I are going to finish painting and do a really good cleaning of the house on Saturday and hopefully go check out a new church Sunday morning.

The Hubby and I have been talking about this for a while. I need a church with a really strong music program while he would like to find a church with a more "praise" style service. So, we're going to try to find a church that has both of what we're looking for but with a really strong group of young married couples with children. We both love the churches we grew up in but we feel that maybe they aren't the churches for us anymore. Who knows? We'll just have to listen to God and do what He plans for us. When it comes down to it, the music program or the worship "style" really don't matter. What matters is that we can commune with other believers and find a church where we really feel at home. Both of us. So, please pray for our tiny family as we try to find that.

Well, it is FAR past my bedtime. Don't look at me like that. I'm 24 weeks pregnant and am about to turn 25 (that's old...j/k). I have an early bedtime these days.

SO, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Good grief!

It's early! I woke up at 4:30 this morning after never really going to sleep last night. I don't know why but I just cannot get any rest. I know Smasher's going to be up in an hour or so, and I'm probably going to be exhausted all day. I just can't get comfortable and my stomach is stretching to where it's actually painful. Especially when you're trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. So here I am in the living room recliner while The Hubby, who was about to get up with me, is snuggled up in bed asleep. It is rather relaxing to be up this early though. I've always felt like that. It's just nice to be the only up in my house and listening to all the goings on in the world while getting some alone time, something I lack severely. Hopefully I can wake up early post-pregnancy and get a much needed workout.

I've decided that I'm going to start P90X after The Expected gets here. They say its safe to do a modified version while you're pregnant but with the way things are going, I think I should wait. I'm excited though. I've heard amazing things about it. I'm just a little concerned about my follow through when it comes to working out. I'm not the greatest at it. Honestly, I kinda suck at it. We'll see though. Maybe after two kids in 16 and a half months, I'll find the incentive to lose weight that I need.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Maybe I did a little too much...

I woke up at 7:00 this morning to a screaming baby. Considering he went to bed at 7:00 last night, it's not surprising he was awake so early. The Hubby went and picked him up from his dad at 6:00 last night and after hanging out with me for a few minutes when he got home, it was clear that I had a VERY sleepy boy on my hands. He went to bed quietly and without a fuss. But after about an hour and a half this morning, I got him some juice and he decided to take an hour long nap, which all the invitation I needed to take one as well. After that we got up, had some cheerios and took The Hubby to work. Before that though I got a roast started in the crock pot and I can already smell it. I'm excited. We got back home and Smasher decided he wanted another nap. I think he's teething. He ususally only sleeps this much when he's teething or about to have another gowth spurt, which is also possible.

After I put him down, I decided to do some laundry. Bad idea. I got to the bottom of the steps in the garage and realized that maybe I have over-extended myself ths morning. That makes me really sad. I used to be able to run for days without stopping. Even when I was pregnant with Smasher I didn't feel light headed and like I couldn't accomplish anything on my own. In fact, I made it just fine for 39 weeks of living by myself while I was pregnant with him and after he was born, so why is it so different with this one. I know they say each pregnancy is different, but this is getting ridiculous. It's to the point where The Hubby is afraid to leave me out of his sight for fear that I'll pass out. For someone who is as independent as I am, this is so frustrating. If it wasn't for The Expected, I'd go so far as to say it is humiliating. But I will do everything in my power to make sure that my family is safe and right now that means making sure that she is safe, as well as Smasher.

Also, what in the world happened in August that is making at least three other women I know have babies (2 girls and 1 boy) all in May? There isn't even like a big holiday or anything in August. I don't get it.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

SIck as a dog

So I spent from 2:00am to about 7:30am throwing up at least twice an hour. I think it can all be blamed on the chicken I used for last night's dinner. Now, the chicken should have been just fine. It came from a 7 pack of chicken breast that had been frozen but I had to thaw it earlier this week. Not a big deal. Packaged it in its own little ziplock and put it in the fridge. It's only been in there a couple of days and it taste and smelled fine. So, I'm not 100% certain that it was the chicken, oh well. Then if that weren't enough, I start getting horrible pains in my side. It literally feels as though someone is stabbing me with an ice pick on my right side. It might let up for a few minutes but then it goes all Norman Bates on me again and tries to kill me. I dunno what the crap it is, but I don't like it. I did call the hospital. They assured me that it was just some muscle pains. I never had this much trouble with Smasher. Please say this is not a preview of what's to come...please.

I was supposed to go get Smasher from his dad today but I don't feel like riding in a car for two hours so The Hubby took off to go get him a few minutes ago. It's a good thing. Gives them some bonding time.

Well, while they're on the way home, I'm going to take a nap.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Now don't get me wrong...

I love to cook. I sincerely do. However, I have the hardest time doing it when its just for me. So, tonight instead of breaking out the mad cooking skills, I reached for the old stand by. A box. Now, this is no ordinary box. In it contains one of my favorite meals from one of my favorite restaurants. It's Macaroni Grill's Creamy Basil pasta with chicken. Just add some chicken and in about 20 minutes you have yourself a great meal! The Hubby is out on a man date with The O and is just going to stay out at his house. I'm alright with that. I need some alone time I've decided. Time to break out Hulu and get caught up on some shows.

In other news, The Expected is moving around like nobody's business except when The Hubby (I really don't like that nickname.) tries to feel her. It's kind of frustrating. I've also hit that point where my body feels like its on fire when I wake up in the middle of the night. Couple that with this insane thirst that I have and you have one very unhappy mama. Oh well.

I miss Smasher. Iget him back tomorrow though!

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

You gave eel to a one year old?

And apparently he liked it. Smasher's dad took him to eat Japanese food last night. After my don't give him shellfish talk, he gave him eel instead. The kid likes it, so the Smasher Dad told me. Alright. Whatever. I love love love sushi but there are some fish (does eel count as a fish?) that I just can not eat due to the texture. Eel is one of them. What's wrong with a nice Philadelphia roll or even an avocado roll. Tuna anyone? But really? My kids first foray into sushi and it has to be a piece of eel? Oh well. If that's what he wants, I'm sure I'll begrudgingly order it for him when we eat sushi.

On the drive to the Smasher Dad, Smasher decided he want to sing. Now, I'm extremely musical and I have made sure that Smasher has been exposed to many different kinds of music as I'm sure his dad has too. The kid started SCREECHING!!! I took me a minute to realize that it was on key though and when I looked back he was dancing in his car seat with a huge grin on his face. So I'm going to take that as him singing. I think he needs lessons. I don't want to give him those lessons. So in a few years I will seek someone out. I think we need to get the words thing down first though.

For some reason, I have been craving Mexican food and shrimp like nobody's business, so yesterday The Hubby took me to both a Mexican restaurant for lunch and then to Chili's for the grilled shrimp salad. He's so good to me. So, my craving has been satisfied, for now. I wouldn't count on it lasting too long though. Oh well.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Hard Days Night

I didn't sleep much last night. Between my aching body (mostly by a tumble I took down the garage stairs yesterday) and my unquenchable thirst, I woke up about ten times and each time it took me longer to get to sleep. Plus today was a 4:00 morning for The Hubby. Smasher was kind and didn't start screaming until 6:30 but he quieted down and started again about 7:30. I decided to get up and give him a bath before breakfast.

For Christmas, Smasher received those foam letters that stick (sometimes) to the side of the tub. This morning picks up an "a" and very plainly states "A." I thought, "Wow. Cool coincidence." Until he picked up an "s" and made a hissing sound. I've been working with him on letters but still didn't think he'd get it for a few months. I was astounded to say the least. After those two though he got tired and decided to do something else.

So as you can tell, it's been kind of a crazy morning at Chez Kyla but a fun one. I'm still exhausted and need some sleep but that will come this weekend. Smasher is going for a weekend visit to his dad's. I miss him when he's gone, but thankful for a little peace and quite. I've learned to appreciate it as my time with peace and quite comes to close for about 18 years. It's been fun and it will be missed.

Just have to mention how excited I am about "The Lovely Bones" being released today. It's been a favorite book of mine since I read it in either my senior year of high school or my freshman year of college. I can't wait to see Peter Jackson's vision for it and of course Stanley Tucci's portrayal of Mr. Harvey. The Hubby wants to get me out of the house for a little while today and so I hope I might be able to sit through it without my body going haywire on me. We'll see.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

Ain't No Sunshine

It's cloudy out. My favorite type of weather. I don't know, nor do I care if we're supposed to get any precipitation. I just like the cloudiness. Makes me want to curl up and read or watch old movies. Of course I've been having to do that so much lately that I don't particularly care to anymore. Oh well. Once The Expected gets here I'm sure it will be worth it.

I'm not sure if I'm coming down with something or what. I just feel clammy and achy and my throat hurts...on top of everything else that's going on. t started yesterday on the way to our doctor's appointment. Luckily, The Hubby seems to find a strange amount of joy in making me stay in bed and play computer games so he made potato soup for me and it was incredible. Give the man an iPhone with the recipe on it and he will cook great things.

Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains...

Wow. So, the wind is a howlin' out my window right now. I'm assured that it is not as cold as it sounds out there by my wonderful Hubby who has just left me to provide me with much needed food. It's a Golden Chick kind of day. I'm stoked.

Well, we have a doctors appointment today at 4:30. Nothing too important about this appointment except Smasher is going to go with us and hopefully catch his first glimpses of The Expected. He is going to be such an amazing big brother. I had a strange dream last night about Smasher and The Expected. They were probably around three and two and were playing nicely together in the backyard. The Expected had somehow fallen off the swing set and before I could even get to her, Smasher was there to comfort her and tell her that it was okay. It really was heart warming. I've heard parents of kids that are born so close together say that their kids always end up being the best of friends and that they really help each other when they get older. I hope that reigns true for my kiddos. Smasher is a very intuitive and observant child even now. He understands when someone is sad or hurting. He doesn't like to hear other kids cry. It's not the fact that the kid is loud and its bothering his ears. It's the fact that he doesn't like for others to be in distress. Also, he loves little girls. He watches them, laughs at them, and smiles at them. Even the ones who are too young to do any of that stuff back. Sometimes when it's just he and I, he gently lays his head on my stomach and just listens. I know it seems silly, but I think he knows something. I think he knows that he is somehow bonding with his sister and she's not even here yet.

Well, The Hubby has returned with food. And that is my exit cue...

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.

A rose by any other name...

This is Smasher. He's a joy. A real mess. But I love him. The Hubby had to work until 8 tonight so Smasher hung out with me while I cooked dinner. I looked over at one point and this is what I found. That's right, my one year old, diaper clad son, with his feet propped up on the tray of his highchair eating Cheerios. I couldn't help but laugh so he, in turn, cracked up at it too. I don't think people realize that the things he does are not made up or staged in anyway. They truly do happen, and every time it's of HIS own accord.


The Hubby and I have decided on a name. But, we are taking a cue from a lady that I work with and have decided not to disclose said name until the day that she gets here. Also, having somewhat of a surprise is a good thing. I am liking the fact that everyone is trying to guess what it is though. It's a fun little game. I do promise that the name is very unique (as if you could expect anything different from me.) I am having a hard time figuring out a middle name though. The Hubby and I are both of the school of thought that a middle name should be a family name and should honor a loved one. Smasher's middle name does that. But we're having a hard time deciding on one that fits with the first name we have chosen. We have plenty of time. I'm sure it will come to us.

I've been thinking of the fact that The Expected is going to be a girl. In my pregnancy-induced insomniac brain, I'm kind of freakin' out. I've always gotten along better with the opposite sex. I'm not really a girly-girl or anything like that. I was so excited when I found out that Smasher was a boy because I knew I could handle that. However, I know how I was as a girl. Especially around 13 years old. I don't want to put up with that. Now, don't get me wrong, I will love my little girl so much, and yes, part of me wanted a little girl this time, but I've got to admit that I am scared out of my mind! I'm sure it will all be okay. Somehow...

Lets Try This Again Shall We

Here I go again. I need a hobby since it seems I spend most of my days stuck at home in bed. So, today I thought, well lets try this blog thing again why don't we. So I am.

The reason I have chosen to call my blog "An Unexpected Life" is, well, because life isn't at all what I expected it to be a year ago, or even six months ago, or even five minutes ago. And while I love my life, rolling the punches sometimes goes a little awry. I never wanted kids. I never wanted to get married. But here I am. I am the mother of an amazing blue eyed little boy who just turned one and soon to be the mother of a beautiful blue eyed little girl in May. I couldn't be happier. I'm also married to the love of my life (and consequently, the most gorgeous man in the world.) My life isn't perfect but these people and the influence of many other people, make my life beautiful.

So, some other reasons why my life isn't so expected: I'm soon to be the mother to two children under two. That's just weird to me. I also never wanted to be a stay at home mom, but for right now, I have little choice and I have to admit, it's not as bad as I thought it'd be. I miss being at work with the big kids, but Smasher (as he shall be referred to from now on (Thanks Blu!)) and I seem to be getting along just fine. I'm really enjoying spending time with him and watching him grow up into a little man. Even if we're constantly working on the "no hitting" policy. (Hence, the web address name.)

Also, I never expected to end up in my hometown, with no degree. So, hopefully starting in the Fall, you can find me sitting behind a desk at a college near (or maybe far from) you. But the hiccup there is that The Hubby is currently planning on joining the Air Force. I am happy as it means wonderful things for our family, but also hesitant as it will certainly be a rough few months for me raising a new born and a toddler on my own while he's a basic training and tech school. Also, not knowing where we're going to be is a bit unnerving to me. But eventually, and I hope sooner rather than later, I will be back at school and someday will be a big kid. I don't want to be an adult but just a big kid.

So, this blog will be a hodge-podge of stuff, ranging from my daily life to what is up next for my little family. It may include Smasher and someday The Expected's (the little girls name until she's born) antics or a recipe since I do love to cook or even just a song or a poem that I have found. I don't have a particular agenda nor do I care to make this blog have a "theme." It is simply a place for me to write and for you to read. If you so choose.

So, for now, auf wiedersehen.