Hair

I've had a head full of hair since the day I was born. It has been long, mostly. I only remember it being short three or four times in my life and never maintaining the short length, always growing it back. 

Sometimes, a girl just gets an itch for something different. And, lets face it, when you have long hair and tell a hairstylist you don't care what she does, you're ready for a change, of course she's going to go short. You don't, after all, go get your hair cut and expect it to be longer. 

So, here's the new cut. People say they like it. Verdict is still out for me. I'm sure I'll grow it back out. That's the nice thing about hair, it always grows back. :) 

In Hopes to Calm

Max has been in our family for almost three years. 

He is perfect to us; we feel about him the way I imagine most parents feel about heir kids. He has been our "kid." He listens (usually). He cuddles. He gives hugs. Kisses. High fives. He can "pound it." Roll over. Lay down. He listens when we tell him to go to his bedroom. He loves us. Unconditionally. And we love him. 

He's almost three and we've not yet had him fixed. At one point, we had considered breeding him, as he's a purebred German shepherd and we thought we may want more one day. 

He's a big dog. He's hyper. He doesn't know his own size. He thinks he's a lap dog. 

So, in light of our news of baby.... We have decided to get him fixed as the vet said this should calm him down a little. 

I can only picture him being wonderful with baby, but if this will help bring him down a notch, that will be good. Surgery is scheduled for the middle of June! We'll see how this goes! :)

The Sweetest Sound

Today. 

Wednesday, May 15, 2013 

Lucas & I heard the sweetest thing. 

A heart beat. :) 

Tears streamed down my face. Lucas was beaming from ear to ear. His eyes sparkling. We heard our sweet, perfect, little babies heartbeat. We are ecstatic. We are grateful. We are blessed. I won't lie: we are also nervous and anxious. We want to get past twelve weeks. We want to see the little babe on an ultra sound. 

But, one ever knows. Ever, really. 

So, we will enjoy day by day. And we will pray. And we will smile. We may not stop smiling and praying. 

Already, we love this babe so much. So, so much. 

Routines

I'm kind of a person of routine, I guess. I've never really thought about it. I think it just happens that way ... I can usually roll with the punches if it doesn't follow my routine.

So what even caused me to consider routines? Max. :)

My diggity dog is very much a dog of routine. Most nights, he starts out by trying to steal his dads spot in bed while Lucas brushes his teeth. Then he gets kicked out of his spot on te bed and usually heads to his food/water dish followed by his dads spot on the couch where he sleeps for the night. When the alarm goes off, he joins us in bed until Lucas gets up, in which he then steals his spot. Lucas goes outside to start the work truck, and Max jumps over me to get out to the kitchen so he can go out with his dad. When they come back in, he jumps over the top of me again and goes back to his dads spot and goes back to sleep. Like clock work. Monday thru Friday.

Smart, silly, sweet diggity dog.

Sometimes...

Sometimes it's days like these that are the toughest to get through without people seeing the tears.

When you go to church and see all the adorable little kids dressed in their Easter best. When every other Facebook post is of proud parents posting pictures of their children with their Easter baskets.

It's days like these, especially, that you think what if and why is it so difficult?

It's not just days like these though, really, it's also days driving home from work when the mind wanders or when people ask you when or if you will have children.

I guess, sometimes, honestly, it's every day.

Sometimes I try to trick my mind into letting me think that I could be perfectly happy without. That maybe it isn't in His plans and that I can love up and spoil all my nieces [& nephews if they come along] but then there's days like these that I know I couldn't.

I am so blessed and you will never hear me say any differently, so sometimes this desire feels so selfish to me. I am blessed with a wonderful husband, a dog full of kisses, proud parents, an amazing sister, brother and extended family and friends. A goddaughter who I could not adore anymore than I already do. A good job. A nice place to live. A vehicle to drive. I have all these things and yet I'm wanting more.

I try everyday to be happy and to serve others; look for ways to help or put a smile on someone's face and, for the most part, I succeed, so sometimes I just wonder if I'm missing something. Am I doing something wrong? Or, is He just using me in a different way than I imagined for myself? I try focusing on the task at hand and live one day at a time but I can never help but wonder what does lie ahead for us.

And then, at the end of the day, reviewing all my thoughts, I am reminded that everything does happen for a reason and, I just know, that some day, I will hold a sweet, perfect little baby of my own. And, until that day comes, I'll have my sweet little goddaughter Ella Mae to love up and who could be sad about that?! :)

Old Wicker Basket

I've found a practical, cute use for an old wicker basket that had been collecting dust in our storage room. It will be the seasonal outdoor welcoming basket. Here's what I've came up with so far.

TMNT: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

It's crazy to me that Teddy is already 6 years old. It doesn't seem that long ago that we were sitting at the Sutherland Hall front desk watching Sesame Street or whatever struck his interest on YouTube.

In true Sarah form, the party theme did not disappoint. I can only take credit for assembling her pizza cake idea - all the rest was her crazy skills. :)