Happy Birthday DREW

Our little man is now NINE years old! This year we had his birthday party at the Ice Complex, and Drew had soooo much fun!
At NINE, Drew is kind, compassionate, inquisitive, and funny.
He loves riding his bike, playing outside, ice skating, jumping on the trampoline, video games, music, movies, animals, and playing his drums. He enjoys ice cream, chicken, peanut butter cereal and strawberry milk. He wants to be a veterinarian, zoo keeper, or police officer when he grows up, and I enjoy spending every day watching him grow and discover himself and the world around him.
Nine years ago, Drew made me a mother and I will always be grateful to him for allowing me to guide him along life's journey.

A little less of me

It seems like this blog has been about me, me, and well a little more me lately. Yes, I HAVE been feeling a little introspective, but more importantly, I lost the SD card to my camera. I went to print out some pictures and left it in the machine at CVS. It was a sad day. Well, a new beauty came in the mail today (for about a quarter of the price that I paid for the first one. Thank you amazon.com!!) So I guess you'll read a whole lot less about me and see a whole lot more of these random pictures of daily adorableness.

Dance

I've been busy cleaning out my DVR... look at these little gems that I found...



It can be so challenging to grow and change and discover yourself within the boundaries of a relationship... to learn to trust and turn outside of yourself for strength and comfort. I love that emotions are universal and that a dance can take me back to a moment in time and remind me how much I've grown. Amazing.




When he did a head stand on her back, I got chills all over. Our soldiers are so courageous, but they stand on the strength, sacrifice, and prayers of their loved ones at home. I love the men and women that fight for our freedom, but I also have a profound respect for the families that give their loved ones for our cause.

So... I'm thinking this season of SYTYCD is going to be AMAZING!! Anybody else as obsessed as I am??

I am Quiet

I have learned how to quiet myself.... how to still the millions of thoughts and worries that race through my mind and to just let life wash over me. I have finally learned how to live in every moment without planning the next thing or running through my to-do list over and over in my mind.
Ever since our dramatic plane ride where my hubby decided to die for a few minutes, I have just been different. I knew the second that I saw his lifeless face that I would never be the same. I felt myself physically change. In that split second, I experienced a grief so deep that it consumed my future. It was torture; I wanted to step back in time just a few seconds to tell him I loved him, to look into his eyes and have him see me. I wanted time to stop. I didn't want another second to pass because I was terrified of what sorrow it held. I was paralysed yet acting outside of myself screaming for help and trying to revive him. I thank God that I didn't lose my love that day, and I am in awe that a single moment has changed me so profoundly.
I have been given the gift of peace through my experience. I now have a contentment that sits in my soul, and life is so much sweeter because of it. Yes, my dishes don't get washed every day, Sean still doesn't pick up his dirty socks, and the kids still leave their toys on the couch, but that's life. It's my life, and the dirty socks just mean that I have a hubby who wants to snuggle more than he wants to throw his clothes in the basket; we have dirty dishes because we have food to eat, and there are toys on the couch because we have two beautiful children who giggle and play and bring happiness into our home. I have learned to let go of my fears and to fill my mind with the gifts that I have been given. I have finally found peace and it didn't come in the way that I expected. It didn't come from a wise quote or someone mending emotional scars, it came from me realizing the depth of my love and allowing that love to guide my actions.

I am...

a woman
a mother
shy
curious
a sister
blooming
a dreamer
daring
a cuddler
guarded

a reader
improving
pale
peaceful
open minded
an advise giver
a movie critic
thankful
creative
still

Post-Frumpy

I have been feeling so frumpy lately. I'm in this really weird, post-baby, almost thirty, awkwardly chunky around the midsection phase. I went through the same thing post-Drew, but it's not making it any easier. When I have a baby, I feel like I don't own my body anymore... like it's being rented out for 10 months. Then I don't recognize my body after birth, and then I fall into this sleep deprived semi conscious state where I can sadly say I get dressed and jump face first into my day without even glancing at a mirror.
Well, Genny threw me a life-vest and I'm no longer drowning in the river of frumpy-mama woe. I am now the proud owner of a chi, I have the haircut of my dreams, and I have a fancy new pedi. I feel like a new woman... a new woman that has rented out her body twice, is still working on her ever illusive abs of steel, is almost thirty, and can cook cornbread and green beans that taste just like grandma's. So maybe new isn't the best adjective, but I am a woman and I'm starting to look in the mirror again and the me looking back at me isn't so bad.

House Guests

It's been busy here at Hotel Glouner. I love having house guests, so this week has been extra fun. We made a single-day road trip to Kentucky and back and got to spend time with every single one of our siblings!!!! Seriously, a little mini sibling reunion, and it has been the most fabulous week ever. We've watched movies, gone shopping, had pedis and hair makeovers, and unfortunately I didn't have my camera strapped to my face for much of it, but I do have a few pictures...

Genny and Ben's adorable new puppy, Buster

Maddi mid-haircut

Mama Ellen came over and gave Genny and I some good ole' Southern cookin' lessons. We learned how to make cornbread, chicken noodle soup, roast, green beans, chicken salad, fruit salad, and peach cobbler. Lets just say I finally feel like a real Southern woman.