Today was a bad day...

...and I don't like bad days. Even more so, my husband doesn't like it when I have bad days. If he has bad days then he snaps right out of it as soon as he gets home....I on the other hand can't. I guess that's part of being a woman, snapping right out of a funk just doesn't happen. My alarm going off at 6:00 on a Monday morning never really makes me smile but when I got to work the phones were crazy, add that on top of having to finalize people's time through the timeware system that we use at work and having to finish the monthly time for the physicians (who can never seem to turn there timesheet in on time) I have a triple yuck to deal with. And it's the end of the fiscal year so everything is due ....... yesterday. Then I fight the after work crowd at target to get pull ups and forget everything else that I need because I don't make lists....never have and probably never will. I go pick up Ivy from Mom's and she decides to suddenly become grumpy not do anything I say and scream and kick my seat all the way home. Then she gets in trouble for kicking the dog (poor Pman, this seems to be Ivy's new favorite past time). When she finally gets out of time out she wants me to carry her down the steps. The is unusual because she normally tells me "Ivy can do it"...I'm carrying her down the stairs when Pollack decides he needs to run between my legs and trip me....well you can imagine how that ended. Ivy and I both start crying hysterically, her because I just scared the living daylights out of her and me because I'm terrified I hurt her even though I did everything in my power to just sit her down on the steps instead of drop her. I didn't drop her by the way I was able to somehow maneuver my body to sit her down as I crashed onto my tailbone and slid down the steps. I wanted to kick pollack like the punter on the football team but I also wanted to make sure I didn't land on him and squish to poor little guy. Well he's okay and Ivy's okay and other than a sore butt I'm okay. But I've decided instead of sitting around the rest of the evening and sulk I will sit her with a well earned Blue Moon Belgian Style White Wheat Ale a.k.a. the only beer I drink and blog about things I love. I'm really focusing a lot lately on trying to be a more positive person and seeing good in everything. So no matter how sore my butt is in the morning I will be happy.

I love Ivy's independence! She wants to pick out her own clothes now. And although I don't encourage her in any direction with this but I secretly love it when she picks her pink cowgirl boots. And I get totally cracked up when she wants 6 hair bows. These pictures were taken before we moved and they are so cute.

I love how on this same day with the pink cowgirl boots she wanted to help Daddy wash his car. So I gave her a towel and told her to wipe up the water. I should have specified wipe the water off the car because she thought I meant the water that washed into the road. Clean up was lots of fun for me...but I like the fact my girl isn't scared to get a little dirty.

I love it when my girl sleeps in on a Saturday morning and I actually wake up before her. It's always a pleasant surprise and I love to look at her sleeping before I wake her up.

I love how my girl is OBSESSED with temporary tattoos. There has to be one on her body at all times. And heaven forbid there not be any in our house.

I love how Pollack tries to wrestle my feet when he thinks I'm paying Ivy too much attention and I love how I am not able to wake her up but when she hears Pollack playing she starts to stir.




I love how she wants to cuddle when she wakes up and I love how when she cuddles she always sucks her thumb and rubs my ear.




I love how every night before bed we pick out some books to read and she has her hands full of them and heads towards her door instead of her bed and when I say "Ivy, where are you going?" She just looks at me and says matter of factly "We read in Mommy's bed." To which I reply "No, we read in Ivy's bed." and she sulks over to her bed and then instructs me to sit on her bean bag while she reads the books to me first and then will hand them to me and say "Mommy's turn."

I love how she wants to watch her Daddy play golf on his PS3 every night.

I love how she dictates what each parent or grandparent does by saying "Mommy's turn", "Daddy's turn", "Grammie's turn", etc.

I love watching her try to put her Little Mermaid nightgown on every night even though it takes her 15 minutes and then she will finally ask for help.

I love how excited she gets when I say that our cousin Emily is coming to stay for the week.

I love how when I say Ivy do you want some ice cream and squeals "YES!" so loud that it hurts my ears.

I love how she says "Oh gosh!" or "Oh no!" when something doesn't go just right.

I love how she claps for me and offers me M&M's if she sees me go potty.

I love how she buckles herself into her car seat by herself because she is so determined. I have to try and leave the house 15 minutes earlier than I need to because of this.

I love how she is concentrates so hard when trying to pick out what CD she wants to dance to.


I love how excited she gets when she hears the music and I love how she dances like she is in an African tribe.

I love how my husband loves me even when I'm hard to live with (which he would probably tell you is often).

I love my family and my life.