Hippie

Today I decided to actually look up the definition of a hippie, and I can admit, I was surprised by the result: "a usually young person who rejects the mores of established society (as by dressing unconventionally or favoring communal living) and advocates a nonviolent ethic" Now, I am called a hippie all the time with my free-spirit way of life, I love being barefoot, am naturally drawn to the outdoors, and I love the sound of good ol' rock n roll. However my views are usually more on the conservative side, and I wondered if that went against the term hippie. As you can see by the definition my conservative views actually define me more as a hippe in this day and age, because I "reject the mores of established society" meaning I reject all the liberal babble that is going on in Society now a days, and I also am very against all violence. I myself was surprised to find, that the actual definition suited me more than I thought, with the exception that I don't dress unconventionally (but lets be honest, what is unconventional now a days).

Time Flies.

For this next post, I apologize if its a little scattered, I have lots to say, and just not enough time to say it. Michael will be 3 in 3 months? Holy Moly, where did the time go? I feel like just yesterday I was anxiously awaiting his arrival. I take a look back at my life, and all the things that have changed in the last 5 years! Yes I said it, 5 years , it will have been 5 years this May since I graduated high school, with hopes and aspirations about life, and love. I did not make an attempt at college, I have never been one for school, I was lost when I graduated high school, you think you are an adult, you think being 18 and being done with high school makes you know everything. Quite the contrary I find out, I am going to be 23 next month, and am still learning and growing up.

I've made some mistakes in my life, but nothing worth regretting. I've actually come quite far, for someone who didn't know a whole lot out of high school. One of my biggest advantages in life was leaving this little town called Wickliffe. I still dread going home, and seeing people I went to school with, I feel as though I have been able to see things outside of this box called Wickliffe, and they will never know what thats like. I've learned about good old southern charm, and a different way of life, and now I am learning the life of a fast paced city, where the opportunities are endless. I'm not saying Wickliffe is a bad place, because by no means is it, I often long for the comfort of the town I grew up in, but we are only given one life. And by all means I am going to make the best of this life God has given me. I want to be someone. I have such high goals and aspirations, I have found a career driven women inside of me, someone who works hard for what she wants, and goes after it. I am excited for what my life has to offer, and all the things life has to show me. I am excited to share this journey with the people I care about most. God has really looked down on me, and given me a great thing.

Michael Pooped on my Heart

A little comic relief for all parents out there, and I'm sure others will enjoy this also. I love being a Mommy so much, that I cut out and laminated all different shapes, and we put them on Michael's walls, so we could do some "shape searching", Michael absolutely loves telling us what shapes they are, and the colors.

Well this morning, Michael woke up, and I could hear him playing in his room, but because I actually had a date night out with Nate last night, and we strolled in at about 2am, I was reluctant to get out of bed this morning, so I lie there awake, thinking about how I really should get out of my nice warm bed, but Michael sounded so sweet playing, so I guess I could lie there a little longer. Well I heard Michael start talking, "Mommy are you awake, Mommy?" and then I heard something interesting, "Mommy, Michael has to go potty, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy there is poop on the heart," at this point I am like what in the world is this boy talking about. You see, we are in the potty training process, but Michael just doesn't really care, and its been a very difficult process. Anyways, I get up, and open the door to find my little man, completely naked with one slipper on(he always only has one sock, or one shoe on), and he hands me his red heart shape from off his wall, with a perfect pile of poop on it! Michael pooped on my heart! How could I do anything but laugh, he didn't play in it, he didn't even get it on anything, he simply undressed, took the heart off of his wall, and pooped on it. I guess he thought this was an appropriate solution. You see, we have yet to have him actually poop in the potty, but with everything true to Michael, it happened over night.

Needless to say, to be on the safe side, Michael immediately received a bath, and now keeps telling us, about his little incident this morning.

Lesson Learned: Always listen to your children, believe it or not, they are trying to tell you something!

Life. Love. Learning.

I had been keeping a blog awhile ago about just everyday life things, and stopped because I didn't think anyone read it, however I have had people ask me why I stopped writing, so I've decided to write again. However, I won't be able to keep up often, I am so busy, sometimes I don't even know what to do with myself.

Mostly I choose to write about Michael and his progress with Sensory Processing Disorder. Which he has made amazing progress. I have him going to Gymboree, which is a class where he gets to interact with other children, work on his social skills, child interaction, pretend play, and so much more. He loves it, he is thriving! He started speaking in sentences, almost over night. I am a blessed mother, Michael is such a sweet and loving child, he loves to cuddle, but is also such a boy, and enjoys getting dirty, and playing with trains and cars. When I first gave birth to Michael I thought my heart could never hold any more love, but it seems as the days go on, I fall more and more in love with him everyday, he makes me happy. Looking into Michael's eyes, I see the good in the world, I see innocence, I see all the things that makes you believe in happiness!

Michael has taught me about life, to have patience, to have love, and understanding. I want to be someone, someone for him to be proud of.