I love the color pink. I always have. But there was a time that I got teased, a lot!, for liking and wearing pink. So I stopped. But a few years ago, I decided that yes, I like pink and that's okay. When I am wearing pink, I feel pretty and feminine, even when I am 9 months pregnant! This picture was taken 1 1/2 weeks before k was born.

One year, as I was putting up my Christmas tree, I was in tears. The tree was a hand-me-down and so straggly and ugly. So for my birthday, Tom bought me a new, full tree and told me to go buy decorations for it. I found the most elegant pink ball ornaments and it blossomed from there. Come over at Christmas time and you will see what I mean. I love my pink decorations!

My family and friends have all gotten in on the act. They all know how much I love pink, and they help me embrace it. Because my birthday is just before Christmas (December 19th), my dad, every year, has bought me a poinsettia. Well, he has even started buying me pink poinsettias. They are so pretty. These are my birthday presents from last year. Notice how much pink there is! I even received a pink cutting board and paring knife!

So of course I was thrilled to finally have a girl and see some pink in the laundry! And k is such a girly girl too. She loves to wear pink and dress up as a princess. I have multiple pictures of her in her pink outfits, far too many to post here. Come on over and I would love to show them all to you! For a long time, that was the only color she owned. I still prefer her in pink, but I now have her in a few other colors, too.

For Halloween, I made her a SuperGirl costume, pink of course! It was so much fun, and she absolutely adored it!
So yes, I love pink. And I love being a girl.
When t was 2 years old, he saw his daddy going to the bathroom. He thought that was so cool and wanted to try. He stood in front of the toilet for a few minutes, but nothing happened. He finally turned to me and said, "I can't, it's broken."

After n was born, he and t shared a room. When n would wake up crying in the middle of the night, t would get woken up. He would groggily open his eyes and say, "Hush up baby, me sleeping."

We are a Star Trek/Star Wars/SciFi family. One day when we were watching Star Trek, 3 Klingons appeared. t looked at them and turned to T and asked, "Their heads hurt?"

When c was a small toddler, he went through a really hard phase, and I took to calling him a snot. One day he wouldn't eat his lunch and I got really frustrated with him. n turned to us and said, "c being snot?" It was so funny coming out of a 3 year old's mouth!

I was on the phone with my mom one day and n came up to me said, "Me talk to lady?" I told him it was Grandma and he said, "No, lady." I gave him the phone and he actually said, "Hi lady!"

One year when I got out the Halloween decorations, n was so excited. When he saw the ghosts, he shouted, "Look Mommy! Holy Ghosts!"

My sister came over to play one afternoon and agreed to play "Hungry, Hungry Hippos" with c. They each picked what color hioppo they were going to be. My sister said she learned c had been playing Nintendo when he pointed to the 2 remaining hippo's and said, "They will be the computer."

Another time my sister was over and I was teasing her. t told me to stop and I said, "I'm just giving her a bad time." c turned to her and asked, "Are you having a bad time?"

When k was almost 3, one day I did something that made her mad. She turned to me and said, "You ruined my life!"

More to come, I am sure!

I used to be a SAHM. For those of you who aren't lingo savvy, this means Stay At Home Mom. I liked being a SAHM. I could sleep in when I wanted, I could take a nap in the afternoon, and I could then stay up late with my husband. I loved being there for my kids. If one called from school to say he was sick, I would be right there to bring him home. I loved being home.

Last June our car died, and in order to afford a car payment, I had to go to work. It has become the ideal job. I love what I am doing (now that I have moved permanently off of taxes), Ihave a great boss, I work great hours, and I get to work 2 days a week from home. If I need some time off, I can take it, no questions asked. It is wonderful.

However, I would much prefer being at home with k. I hate having to leave her with someone while I go to work. She loves going on play dates, and I couldn't ask for better babysitters. But I have been praying that T can get a job where I can be home again.

Then this morning, as I was laying in bed at 5:20, trying to wake up, I had a revelation. I will never be able to go back again. I just know that this is it. For the rest of my life, I will be working. k will never get me just to herself again. Because even when I am home, I am either cleaning or cooking or working.

It makes me so sad. I know it could be a lot worse, but I miss how simple my life used to be. I haven't scrapbooked in almost a year now. And even if I had the time, I would have to clean out my scrapbook room in order to get to my desk.

I'm just sad today.