Hello busy weekend with a milkaholic party!!!

We had a busy weekend. There was a beautiful sun rise, a birthday, a baby shower, and a date. 

I went out side Friday morning and the sky was on fire. Seriously, no joke the sun rise was probably the most beautiful I have ever seen. My photos give it no justice. 

There are so many things in my life that should show me the awesomeness of our Lord and our creator but I seldom look at them as that. However, the sight out side my window on Friday nearly took my breath away. Simply magnificent. 

As I previously posted here I no longer have a baby. As of Saturday he’s is now a big 2 year old. Sadly, enough with that my husband is no longer letting me call him the baby anymore. 

Cooper opened his presents all on his own this year which was quite a thing. He would get about half way done taking the tissue out only to go back and put it all back in. Opening his 4 presents took about 30 minutes longer than it should have none the less he was excited and loves his new toys. There was cake... but no pictures were taken not sure about that.

Sunday

My good friend Pauli and I hosted a baby shower for 3 pregnant mamas (1 couldn’t attend). The theme Milkaholic it was a fun and hilarious shower. 

Here's a sneak peek at the decorations!!! 

Than later that evening I took my lovely husband out on a date. This was a pretty big sacrifice for me... I am not a seafood lover but he is. So we went to an oyster bar. THere were no oysters ordered my food was actually pretty bad but my husband enjoyed his... Well except the part where we were reminded that you can’t buy alcohol on Sunday’s in Alabama. To this is replied “Alabama sucks” I needed that beer. LOL. But we did go for froyo after and that was great.

Aren’t these funny one so fun and playful the other so dark. 

So what did you do this weekend? And how do you like your froyo?

Happy Birthday Cooper!!

I officially no longer have a baby. Two years ago today was the worst day of my life. 

My

made his official entry into the world 5 weeks early and fighting for his life. Immediately after being born he was rushed away without a word to me. The first few hours were painful and scary. I was told so little the nurses and doctors just seemed to avoid my room. It was more than 8 hours later before I got to see my baby. He looked so sad and helpless hooked to machines and tubes. I was lost. My husband had been deployed only days earlier and had just arrived in Kuwait. Communication was bad I couldn’t get ahold of him. Cooper was nearly a day old before my husband even knew he had arrived. Because Cooper was born so early his little body was underdeveloped especially his lungs and liver. We spent the first week not even knowing if he would ever leave the hospital. Then in the second week  things started to look up we was beginning to breathe on his own only to get sick again. He started to get feverish and his vitals were weakening. I was so lost. The Army didn't believe his situation warranted his father to return home. I spent most of my time alone in thought. Thinking and blaming myself for his early arrival. Maybe if I would have taken things easier, or eaten better, or even something as simple as taken my vitamins. I couldn’t help but feel like everything was my fault. After almost 3 weeks in NICU my guy got to come home. Perfect and completely healthy. He does still prefer to sleep with the lights on (this we think is because there were always lights on in the hospital). I’ve grown to love that about him. For him sleeping with the lights on is comforting for me it reminds me of what we went through to get here. 

2 years old today. I am beyond happy to reach a day that at one time I wasn’t sure we would ever reach. 

Cooper is just about the funniest and happiest kid out there. He is my little surfer 

You make me smile and laugh so much! I am so thankful for you. 

Happy birthday Cooper! You are my miracle you have forever changed my life. 

It's okay...

because today is my birthday!
Birthday post here.

Happy birthday to me.

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** The majority of this post is a recount of a conversation with my best friend who will also be turning 27 soon.

27 now that's a no shit you are a grown up age. Back in high school when I saw someone who was 27 I thought they were old, mature, accomplished and you guessed it grown up. I think a lot of people have put too much emphasis on the big 3 0. (I might feel differently in a few years) Right now 27 seems rather legit.

A wonderful 26 years behind me (not that 26 isn't old enough but I remember when I was a kid my grams once told me that odd numbers seem bigger).

27 going to be great just like 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 20.... you get the point. So anyways happy birthday to me.

It's almost here

So as you know and as I have documented here and here things on my end have been busy and my computer all but blew up. But I have great news... It's (as in my new and so super wonderful iMac) will be delivered on Friday. What a wonderful belated birthday present. I plan to post and write and edit all weekend!!!!
Here is a pic of what the new beauty is going to look like.

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Happy birthday mom {18th}

I love prompts. Period end of story great blog right.
I love prompts because even just one simple word can get my mind going and thinking about something I wouldn’t have thought about before. And if I would have thought about it I most certainty wouldn’t write about it.


Our topic or prompt as I like to call it is BIRTHDAYS. I love birthdays even more than prompts. My mom’s birthday is later this week; that kinda makes me sad.

When I was a kid I was crazy about birthdays. By birthdays I mean MY birthdays, I counted down, I made lists, and I went nuts. Who doesn’t want to celebrate themselves? And who doesn’t LOVE presents. Now that I am getting older I think of birthdays differently, more of looking back on the year. In my family we try like heck to spend EVERY birthday together. This together usually incorporates myself and my 3 kids, my brother sister in law and their three kids, and mom and dad. Sadly, my husband usually has to miss most of these events (army).

This year I wont be there for my moms birthday thanks Thanksgiving. Mom’s birthday is on the 18th and thanksgiving is only 4 days later with work, school and a 7-hour drive it just didn’t fit this year.

So, I just want to say this to my mom. I love you. I couldn’t ask for a better mom. I hope you have an amazing birthday (not possible without me!)