A Pictures Worth... At Least 600 bucks.

Upon deciding where to live, and which washer and dryer to pick and making arrangements for our move was made a decision about which furniture to adorn our living room.

Choice made: Beautiful lush BEIGE couches.

Now, to any parent... this would seem like a ridiculous thing to do. Why would you get beige couches with a 2 year old.

Why? Why you ask? Because we didn't anticipate having accidents.

We bought a highchair with straps and we always eat at the table. She only gets candies for using the potty and even then she MUST eat them on the potty. But we didn't envision what befell us on Sunday afternoon.

I pulled some cookbooks in the living room on Sunday to start working on a menu of sorts for the next two weeks. I brought a pen and paper so I could write everything down. We had JUST finished lunch and I had this epiphany that my DH should make chocolate chip cookies because (well hey, I'm pregnant and seriously wanted some :) Hey cordially obliged and begin whipping up the batter-- he's such a natural in the kitchen-- suppose he gets it from his mother :)

Anyways I thought I should go and help him and once I finished pouring out the ingredients I was back to doing the menus.... except... that didn't happen.

I came into my living room first having seen my beautiful baby with the pen in her hand and my heart immediately sank. I thought for a brief second that perhaps I might have just caught her grabbing it and there wouldn't be much damage done-- wrong!!

My beautiful beige couches were now stained with streaks of blue ink... my husband then got busy on whipping up some wonderful oxy solution (another fabulous thing his mother gifted him with--cleaning ideas).

We spent the bulk of our evening scrubbing out, vacuuming up, and re combing the microfiber....

Lesson Learned... Little Miss needs an Artistic Outlet... a possible gift idea for her upcoming birthday... perhaps we'll start with colored pencils and easel paper.

Geez.

No Choice but Forgiveness.

Up until today, I was completely

over it.

I mean, at least to the point where I wasn't thinking about it. I could put it out of my mind and be okay. I walked through life like things were fine and I came out without a pinch, but I guess really I'm just a good

f a k e r.

Everyone I knew told me that karma will come around and for about the first month or so I waited for that sweet revenge to fall upon her. I checked and rechecked to make sure her status on facebook were filled with sadness and hopelessness; I wanted her to feel as bad as she made me feel. I wanted her to suffer the way she made me suffer; how she made my daughter suffer. I was hurt.

It didn't take too long for me to get out of that rut though, its really an awful way to live. I heard somewhere once that although the wrong-doer is at fault, they live their life merry and carry on as though nothing has ever happened and you waste a lot of precious time holding on so tight to grudges and bad feelings. The best thing to do is forgive them and

m

o

v

e

o

n

albeit thats not always an easy thing to do. For me though,

Im not deeply emotional or sentimental but I am a sucker for an appology. If someone says their sorry and they mean it I'm sold. (especially if there is some sort of explanation). But thats the thing, there was NO apology. Nothing. No words. She had messaged me a few times but would never apologize. Ever. I finally was able to get over it enough to move on with my life. I got married, moved to California with my husband and got started on our life together. Its been really fun. It has. But today I feel the hurt feeling crept back. I don't know why today, and I couldn't tell you why I decided to blog about it but I guess I just feel jaded.

She was my best friend. All I ever wanted was an apology. I never got one, I don't know if I ever will get one.

She may never know; She may not care. But I forgive her, its taken a lot of thinking for me to come to that point but i do. I hope she knows this.

Fourth of July has always been one of my very favorite holidays. There is just something about the summer sun soaking into your skin, the smells of meat and veggies cooking on the grill, and the feelings of togetherness you feel spending time with those you love-- enjoying the many freedoms that so many take for granted.

I am thankful, this Fourth of July Weekend, to my husband and the commitment he has made to the United States Navy. I feel this holiday means more to me now than it ever has (and that's saying a lot).

This weekend was also wonderful for me because I was able to spend it with my husband for the FIRST TIME. There is nothing better than kissing your husband under the stars and the boom of fireworks blaring in the night sky like they are someones celebration of just YOUR love. It was truely magical. Then again, it could be just my adoration for the holiday speaking :).

Father's Day is a'comin

Greetings.

As we prepare for Fathers' Day (hope you guys have everything set in motion for that) I figured I would post something about just how much LMP loves her DD

(Dear Daddy). :)

We went to

the park the other day and I got some priceless shots of the little girl with her padre. She loves him so much. Its so nice to be here with him and allow her relationship with him to flourish and be great.

She always lights up when he gets home. Its adorable.

Here's to organization:

Since I'm a stay-at-home mommy right now, I've got to admit things can get pretty routine and boring. So I have taken to craigslist to spice things up in my life.

HA. You may be thinking, this girl is pretty nuts, but I happen to rather enjoy it.

I first, check the jobs part to see if there is anything new and exciting and apply for all those I feel would be worth my time, second I look at the freebies because sometimes you can find some really good stuff in there. And third I look in furniture for anything I think we "need".

Yesterday I found the coolest cube storage organizer for ONLY $25.OO so naturally I called my DH right up and had him pick it up on his way home. It is now in LMP's (Little Miss Princess) closet homing pajamas, diapers and wipes, shoes, shorts, swimwear, socks, and the "let's be hopeful she starts wearing them sooner rather than later" big girl underwear

We're going to the beach...we're going to the beach....

The other day, I took Adeliene on an adventure. We went to the beach!!

If you haven't yet heard the story, well thats probably a good thing because I tell you I wouldn't win the best mom award this year. lol.

Story goes-- Addy's first trip to the beach was about a month ago and we were down by the water standing a few feet from where the water breaks onto the shore. Just as the water from the shore recedes, I run as fast as I can to the edge of the water. Addy follows. And when the tide begins to break I dart away as fast as I could. Addy got drenched. It was absolutely-frickin hilarious. She was of course upset but I wanted her to experience the thrill of ocean water breaking at your feet. And that water was just too cold for her to go into willingly.

Anyways. We took a trip to the beach a few days ago and managed to both get pretty burnt in the process... my poor baby :(. But while we were there I got Adeliene to be at least ok with the water. We were there for 3 hours just making sand castles, playing with the water and covering our legs with the sand. It was so much fun!! I felt like a little kid again lol :)

I want to Amen.

A miraculous thing happened today. Stop the presses! Hold the phone...

The Roberts Family made it to church on time today.

And not just on time I might add; early. It was the first time since we've been out here that its happened; the first time we were able to sit in a pew without inconveniencing the persons we were cramming in next to. As we had quite a bit of time left until the meeting started, it was my darling husbands grand idea to let princess run out a little bit of energy to keep her quiet for the meeting, or at least calm. It worked rather brilliantly I thought; I was quite pleased with her behavior. They opened the meeting without a peep from the dear sweet child we know as our own. She was calm and sat right between mommy and daddy just staring up at the speaker as he spoke. When it was time to sing she opened the hymn and "read" along chanting softly anything she thought she could mimic. It was very adorable. Pretty soon it was time for the opening prayer to be offered and baby girl folded her arms and bowed her head like she does every time we pray.

And then the prayer began.

Before I tell you exactly what happened, let me remind you that my beautiful baby is now a year and a half year old with short patience and her own agenda. The attention span of a 20 month old doesn't always last incredibly long. They get bored and want to move on.

Unfortunately, within a few second of the prayer getting started, this little lady decided she was done praying. She looked up to daddy and said, just as sweet as can be, I swear

"I want to Amen."

Over and over, and over again. Until finally... In the name of Jesus Christ... Amen.

AMENNN!!

Little miss sounded off like she needed to shout it from the hilltops. It seems as though it were a big, huge sigh of relief. And seemed, in my mind at least, to last for an eternity.

I a b s o l u t e l y c o u l d n ' t b e l i e v e i t .

I was absolutely red in the face. My DH, of course, was laughing uncontrollably to himself so was about all of the now, turned-around-in-their-seats members' in the congregation. I must point out that today happened to be fast-and-testimony meeting and so there were lot of testimonies and thus, amens, given and none of which were as loudly broadcasted by our obnoxious daughter. Thank goodness.

If this fast Sunday has taught me anything, its to stick to the basics when praying with young children. Also, chocolate chip pancakes might be a bit too much sugar right before early morning church.

Well I think this has drug on a bit long so until next time....

A M E N.