Our Adventure called Life

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My boy My mother has always been my best friend.  Sure there was a span of time that I thought she didn't want me to have any fun and I couldn't figure out why she hated every guy I dated (ok, there were a few she didn't hate) but all in all, she has always been loving, fun, and allowed me just enough freedom to figure out right and wrong on my own.  I have spent the past 30 Mother's Days picking out the perfect card and gift and letting her know just how much she is loved.  Last year with my bulging belly, I spent the day at her side thanking her for being such a wonderful Momma and praying that I would be 1/2 as good to my baby boy as she has been to me. This year, while I still showered my Momma with love and admiration, I got to feel the shower of love and admiration myself.  Lil Fish is too little to pick out gifts or drive himself to the store to buy me something, so I "think" Scott helped our little bundle pick out some items.  And the two of them

Scott and I have reached the point that we look at pictures of brand new baby fish and can't believe how much time has passed.  Here is our little 9 month old... Birth Stats                                                 9 Month Stats 6lbs. 5.9oz                                                18 lbs. 7oz. 19 inches long                                          27.5 (roughly) inches long Our healthy, happy baby boy brings smiles and laughs to Scott and my lips daily.  He is ever changing and evolving into this perfect little person.  So many milestones this month!  Here goes... Paisley stands up in his crib!  Hearing him wake from a nap and walking in his room to find him standing up and waiting for me in his crib is precious beyond belief. As I walk to the side of his crib, he holds his arms up and smiles.  I can't pick him up quick enough! Paisley has been crawling at warp speed for the past month, but now he climbs over any object in his path and pulls up on

Grinning and baring the Jr. High years. This may come as a shock to you...but when I was younger, I didn't want to go to college.  To go back even farther, I never was a huge fan of school period.  Sure the social aspect was alright, but I always felt there was more in the world for me then sitting in a room and listening to someone drone on and on about equations or haiku's. As my high school years happily came to an end, my parents were strict about me going to college.  Not going wasn't an option.  They picked the University of Southern Indiana.   A highlight of that first semester was two of my best friends were also going to USI and we ended up living together. My 3rd semester was spent overseas in Grantham, England.  I was thrilled at the opportunity to get the dust off my passport and return to foreign soil, but it was also that semester that made me realize I had to get out of Southern Indiana.  As summertime approached I applied for and was offered a summer