Our Adventure called Life

The party planning is underway for P's 1st birthday!!  But, enough about him turning 1, let's celebrate his past 10 months!! 10 months of fun Birth Stats                         10 Month Stats 6lbs. 5.9oz                         19 lbs. 3.5oz. 19 inches long                   28 inches long The GREAT outdoors It's been a busy month for the Fish3!!  Since the weather has warmed up, we have been spending a lot of time in the great outdoors.  We have spent time swimming both in Paisley's kiddie pool and his Aunt's big person pool.  We also took the little tyke on his 2nd camping trip!  The first time we camped was last October and we slept in Hotel Tacoma (under Scott's camper shell).  This time we tent camped and Paisley LOVED it!  He snuggled right up next to me and slept like a baby! Speaking of sleep, things are looking up!  Paisley is still getting up once a night, but once a night is so much better than more than once.  He usually gets up

Back when I knew it all..... Growing up is a funny thing.  I look and feel like I'm growing older and wiser, but my mind...well I swear sometimes I still feel like a 12 year old girl.  Maybe getting married will make me feel more like an adult? At my current job I oversee roughly 78 college age students.  Sometimes I mistakenly call them kids (not to their faces) and while we may only be 5-10 years apart in age, sometimes they make me feel MUCH older.  I like that some of them ask me for advice, "Where did you register when you got married" and "Should I spend a semester at Harlaxton?"  But sometimes they ask questions that make me feel like a dinosaur, "Do you know what Bonnaroo is?" or "Were there online classes when you were in college?"  I thought supervising/mentoring college age students would make me feel more like an adult...but nope, the 12 year old part of me still giggles in my head when they make inappropriate comments w

 My Grandpa Mike, always in my heart The passing of a loved one can knock the wind out of your sails.  It's a time to go back in your memory bank and retrace every footstep you took with the deceased.  It's a time to gather with family and remember the good times.  I am so blessed to have all my grandparents but one, my Grandpa Mike.  His death was a massive heart attack in the middle of the night.  There was no warning, there was no way to prepare.  I remember sitting at work when my mom called me and told me.  It was awful.  After his death, I would literally see him everywhere.  I would see him walking down the mall, driving in his car, he would come to me in my dreams.  Was it really him, of course not.  But do I think he was and continues to be near, watching over me and my family?  Absolutely.  I would trade a day off my own life if it would give my grandpa a chance to meet my husband and son.  I can only hope someday, on the other side, they get the opportunity to

*This blog is a continuation of Higher Education (Part-One)  My first job post-college, not too shabby (Image courtesy of Google) After graduation, I accepted my first "real" job in the "real" world.  It was glorious and I loved the fast pace.  It didn't hurt that the company was a major shoe retailer.  I had my own little cube that I promptly decorated with pictures and a cute little green cactus.  After our "little" fish joined the world in August, I used every second of my FMLA to spend with him.  When that time expired in October, I wasn't ready to return to work.  I felt sick to my stomach and in my heart to leave our baby.  Not that he wasn't in very capable and loving hands (his grandmothers), they weren't my hands.  And this bothered me. I have always lived under the belief the God gives you what you need, when you need it.  Sometimes Most of the time his plan is not a perfect match with your own plan, but you just have to