It seems like Clark is learning new things by the hour. This is great(most of the time)!
Yesterday alone he learned how to make "pretty hands" while we said the blessing, starting saying "Amen", got my parents dog's name correct, and started feeding himself with the "airplane"!
Then today he repeated a not-so-great word from his Daddy :)
It's just amazing how much he's learning, and it make me so excited to see what he's going to learn next!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Thankful Thursday
Today I'm thankful that I got to spend time with Melissa Morgan!
Since she moved to California a few years ago, I don't get to see her that often. I had the best time eating lunch and catching up with her. Not to mention talking about her wedding plans and her GORGEOUS diamond ring! Evans and I can't wait to head back to California for her wedding, and some BJ's pizza, of course!
Since she moved to California a few years ago, I don't get to see her that often. I had the best time eating lunch and catching up with her. Not to mention talking about her wedding plans and her GORGEOUS diamond ring! Evans and I can't wait to head back to California for her wedding, and some BJ's pizza, of course!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
A new adventure
So, who knew that starting a business would be so much work?!?
Yeah, that was stupid :) I should have known, but it has been worth every minute of it.
I started my own business last week, Tuesday to be exact. In that time I have put together samples, gotten some of my stuff set up in a retail store, applied for my LLC, created order forms and price sheets, and organized my "office space." I have created a Facebook page to promote my business and started a blog! I've even made a little money already :)
Wow! What a week. Now, I'm at the point where I'm ready to better organize my time. I have most of the groundwork complete, now I can schedule most of my work during naps and in the evenings so that I'll miss as little time with Clark as possible.
I sure do feel like a Super Mommy today!
Yeah, that was stupid :) I should have known, but it has been worth every minute of it.
I started my own business last week, Tuesday to be exact. In that time I have put together samples, gotten some of my stuff set up in a retail store, applied for my LLC, created order forms and price sheets, and organized my "office space." I have created a Facebook page to promote my business and started a blog! I've even made a little money already :)
Wow! What a week. Now, I'm at the point where I'm ready to better organize my time. I have most of the groundwork complete, now I can schedule most of my work during naps and in the evenings so that I'll miss as little time with Clark as possible.
I sure do feel like a Super Mommy today!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Strange Looks....
We were out running errands yesterday afternoon when I told Evans we needed to head home because I had to get dinner ready still, and I really wanted Clark in bed a little early. Evans suggested just going to San Jose instead, and of course I agreed. The San Jose in Blythewood is our absolute fave! I needed to meet up with my Mom to pick some things up, so I called and we made a plan to meet at San Jose around 6:00.
Well, we got there first and I headed for the bathroom while Evans and Clark got us a table. I came out and found them at a booth, and when I sat down we decided it would be easier if we moved to a table. I gathered up the menus and Evans went to pick the high chair up with Clark in it, and accidentally smooshed Clark's little fingers.
I didn't know what had happened until Evans told me, but I sure heard it from Clark as did the rest of Blythewood. He screamed at the top of his lungs while we tried to get him out of the high chair. I didn't glance around until I stood up with him in my arms, and noticed everyone looking at us.
I mean, of course they were looking at us, our child was showing off his amazing vocal cords. But it wasn't like, "Aww.....poor baby" looks, it was like, "How could you do that to your child?!?" looks.
I rushed him off to the bathroom to take a better look at his fingers and to run some cold water on them. By the time we got to the bathroom, he was all better! As we walked back to the table, I noticed people were still looking. I seriously thought about letting the redneck come out, but I refrained. I mean, do people really think we would have done something like that on purpose. They must not have children if they think that accidents never happen.
Oh well, we moved right along to our margaritas, and everything was great!
Well, we got there first and I headed for the bathroom while Evans and Clark got us a table. I came out and found them at a booth, and when I sat down we decided it would be easier if we moved to a table. I gathered up the menus and Evans went to pick the high chair up with Clark in it, and accidentally smooshed Clark's little fingers.
I didn't know what had happened until Evans told me, but I sure heard it from Clark as did the rest of Blythewood. He screamed at the top of his lungs while we tried to get him out of the high chair. I didn't glance around until I stood up with him in my arms, and noticed everyone looking at us.
I mean, of course they were looking at us, our child was showing off his amazing vocal cords. But it wasn't like, "Aww.....poor baby" looks, it was like, "How could you do that to your child?!?" looks.
I rushed him off to the bathroom to take a better look at his fingers and to run some cold water on them. By the time we got to the bathroom, he was all better! As we walked back to the table, I noticed people were still looking. I seriously thought about letting the redneck come out, but I refrained. I mean, do people really think we would have done something like that on purpose. They must not have children if they think that accidents never happen.
Oh well, we moved right along to our margaritas, and everything was great!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thankful Thursday
Today I'm thankful for new opportunities! I have started working on a few things this week, and I am possibly going to open a little business. We'll see how it goes, but that's what Evans and I are talking about now! I absolutely LOVE doing creative things, and if this opportunity works out, it will give me the chance to work on some creative things, to work from home, and to work on my own schedule (meaning nap time and in the evenings after Clark is in the bed)! For now, I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that everything works out, and then I'll share more details!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Am I really getting that old?!?
We decided to work in our yard this past weekend. It really needed some attention, so we got outside bright and early (okay, at 9 AM) on Saturday morning. We borrowed the pressure washer from my parents, and after Evans cut the grass, we started washing.
I absolutely love pressure washing! It gives you "instant gratification" as my Dad says. We pressure washed our driveway, and I have to say that it looks ah-mazing! I didn't even know it was supposed to be that white :)
We also worked in the back yard some. Evans pulled up a few little trees, and I tamped down an area where one of the trees had been, and laid out some pavers, so we could store the herbie-curbie and our wheel barrows there.
By the time we got back inside Saturday afternoon, I was HURTING. And it still isn't any better. My neck and back are killing me. Like, I can't even turn my head to the right...I feel so old! I mean, I kinda expected to be a little sore Sunday morning, but not 4 days later. Evans and I can't wait for Clark to be old enough to put him to work in the yard. (Yes, gasp! We will make our child do physical labor when he's old enough, and it won't hurt him!)
Until then, I guess it's just me and Ev! And lots of Goody's powder and heating pads!
I absolutely love pressure washing! It gives you "instant gratification" as my Dad says. We pressure washed our driveway, and I have to say that it looks ah-mazing! I didn't even know it was supposed to be that white :)
We also worked in the back yard some. Evans pulled up a few little trees, and I tamped down an area where one of the trees had been, and laid out some pavers, so we could store the herbie-curbie and our wheel barrows there.
By the time we got back inside Saturday afternoon, I was HURTING. And it still isn't any better. My neck and back are killing me. Like, I can't even turn my head to the right...I feel so old! I mean, I kinda expected to be a little sore Sunday morning, but not 4 days later. Evans and I can't wait for Clark to be old enough to put him to work in the yard. (Yes, gasp! We will make our child do physical labor when he's old enough, and it won't hurt him!)
Until then, I guess it's just me and Ev! And lots of Goody's powder and heating pads!
Friday, July 16, 2010
A trip to a government office!
Yesterday, I had to go to the Vital Records office at DHEC to get a copy of Clark’s birth certificate. I guess I had forgotten how many different types of people come into government offices (I used to work at the Assessor’s office- WOW!)
I walked in behind a lady who had no business wearing the pants she was wearing. I’m talking, you could see parts of her body that you shouldn’t have been able to see through a pair of pants. Now, I’m not trying to knock anyone’s style. Everyone is entitled to their own choices, but please don’t wear clothes that show places of your body that would have to be covered by little black boxes if you were shown on TV.
After I was assigned a number, I took a seat and got out the book I brought with me (Yes, even though the form online said to expect a 30-minute wait, I knew to expect longer than that). I guess I got there at a good time, because the too small waiting room quickly filled to capacity, which didn’t stop others from piling in, making me claustrophobic in the process. I glanced over at the lady sitting to my right, who was talking very loudly on her cell phone (while she was sitting underneath the “NO CELL PHONE” sign, mind you) and was covered in tattoos. Once again, I have NOTHING against tattoos, at all. But I don’t want to see your tattoos of inappropriate “things” if they are in inappropriate places. Once again, someone was showing places on their body that really should have been covered up.
As I sat there looking around the room, I was so thankful that I didn’t have Clark with me, and that I wasn’t having to explain to him that he should cover his eyes. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, in walks a little family of four. A mom, a dad, and I’m assuming the two boys with them were their sons. One of them was about Clark’s age, and you could tell he was ALL boy. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and was covered in dirt from head-to-toe. Literally. There was dirt underneath his toe nails. And how did I know that, oh yeah, he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Now, there were lots of times when Clark was little that I wouldn’t put shoes on him, but that was when he would be in his carrier the whole time. This little boy was walking around barefoot. My germaphobic self just wanted to scream, “Seriously, you’re going to let your sweet little boy walk around barefoot in here, how unsafe is that?!? He could step on something, or contract some kind of disease!!!”
Luckily my number was called. I tucked my book back into my purse, and stood to move to the window I was assigned to. The people standing in the waiting room looked like a group of vultures waiting to fight for their prey (the prey being my empty chair). I seriously thought a fight was going to break out in that waiting room before I could even gather my belongings and move out of the way.
Once I got to the window, a cute little blond girl quickly made the copies I needed, and I was on my way. I was so glad to be out of that office! I don’t think I’ll attempt to take Clark anywhere like that with me anytime soon.
I walked in behind a lady who had no business wearing the pants she was wearing. I’m talking, you could see parts of her body that you shouldn’t have been able to see through a pair of pants. Now, I’m not trying to knock anyone’s style. Everyone is entitled to their own choices, but please don’t wear clothes that show places of your body that would have to be covered by little black boxes if you were shown on TV.
After I was assigned a number, I took a seat and got out the book I brought with me (Yes, even though the form online said to expect a 30-minute wait, I knew to expect longer than that). I guess I got there at a good time, because the too small waiting room quickly filled to capacity, which didn’t stop others from piling in, making me claustrophobic in the process. I glanced over at the lady sitting to my right, who was talking very loudly on her cell phone (while she was sitting underneath the “NO CELL PHONE” sign, mind you) and was covered in tattoos. Once again, I have NOTHING against tattoos, at all. But I don’t want to see your tattoos of inappropriate “things” if they are in inappropriate places. Once again, someone was showing places on their body that really should have been covered up.
As I sat there looking around the room, I was so thankful that I didn’t have Clark with me, and that I wasn’t having to explain to him that he should cover his eyes. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, in walks a little family of four. A mom, a dad, and I’m assuming the two boys with them were their sons. One of them was about Clark’s age, and you could tell he was ALL boy. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and was covered in dirt from head-to-toe. Literally. There was dirt underneath his toe nails. And how did I know that, oh yeah, he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Now, there were lots of times when Clark was little that I wouldn’t put shoes on him, but that was when he would be in his carrier the whole time. This little boy was walking around barefoot. My germaphobic self just wanted to scream, “Seriously, you’re going to let your sweet little boy walk around barefoot in here, how unsafe is that?!? He could step on something, or contract some kind of disease!!!”
Luckily my number was called. I tucked my book back into my purse, and stood to move to the window I was assigned to. The people standing in the waiting room looked like a group of vultures waiting to fight for their prey (the prey being my empty chair). I seriously thought a fight was going to break out in that waiting room before I could even gather my belongings and move out of the way.
Once I got to the window, a cute little blond girl quickly made the copies I needed, and I was on my way. I was so glad to be out of that office! I don’t think I’ll attempt to take Clark anywhere like that with me anytime soon.
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