This will be our year

I just love that soundtrack to The City. The latest little part of a song I caught, is the subject line, 'this will be our year'. It's so thought-provoking.

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It's hard to predict what's coming in the next year, there have already been so many curves and topsy turvies in the last year. Maybe here I will reflect on the year that's past.

I got pregnant finally after 2.5 years of trying.

I reached the fattest point in my lifetime.

I sat back as my husband achieved career milestones while I had the babies, a choice ultimately hurting my career in the long run.

I got to know my parents better.

I became even more of a reality TV junkie.

I began shopping at Wal-mart and bragging about the deals I found there. Proud Wal-mart Shopper!

I had my second, and last, son.

--Now ahead--

Tantrums! Like the one Ian is having right now. Time to go.

My son has been sick over the last few days. Poor baby. He was vomiting everywhere, b/c he kept trying to stop himself from vomiting and hold it back, but it would just come up again 20 minutes later. So, the trick I learned was that if he started vomiting, no matter where he was, just give him space and let him finish the job b/c the more I tried to help him by holding up something for him to vomit in, the more he would resist vomiting.

So, there I was laying in bed sound asleep at 3 a.m. when I hear Ian churging somewhere above me. I raise up and to the side just in time for him to vomit right where my head had been. I guess he was trying to get me up.

Then I lift him off the bed and his head is over my shoulder. And he starts vomiting. I feel it running down my back, but he's not done and he was getting alot up finally so I didn't want him to stop b/c I knew he would feel better once he got it all up. So, I just stood there and endured like a good mom. Then, here's a new one. There was so much vomit, I actually felt the liquid run into my buttcrack. EEEEeewwwww. So, gross. Only moms will put up with that kind of stuff.

I tried

Don't laugh at my profile, ok? I'm workin' on it. I realize it looks a little amateurish right now, like maybe a kid put it togethor, or someone who didn't know how to resize that larger than life picture I have up top. It was really yikes before I softened it up with the purple.

My kids and I went on a retreat this weekend, it was really nice and peaceful. But now we are back and my son is catching up on all his rough housing.

I am gonna go see what my sister is doing with her blog.

I am yelling at Ian to stop kicking my head as I type this. He loves to crawl up on top of the couch. I need to spend some time with the kids now.

Such a boring blog, but I am in high demand around these parts.