snow day!

Last weekend we had our first measuable snow fall of the season and the three of us bundled all up and went out and braved the cold. And one of us absolutely loved it.

and as per the usual, someone couldn't help but throw a few balls 

oh jamaica how i miss thee

 

 

I'm soo ready to go back

what to do list?

What do you do when you're trying to work on your homework in between chores and all your little girl wants to do is play with you?

Whip out the photobooth on your laptop and have a photo session that's what

and my absolute favorite

and now what?

The hubs started a new job in November. He was recruited by someone he knows and respects, and whether to stay at his old job or not was a decision he did not take lightly. He started the third week in November, and that first day he came home after work I knew he wasn't happy with his choice. Chris isn't someone who makes snap decisions about anything so true to character he wouldn't say he wasn't loving it. Hell, he wasn't even liking it, but he never said it out loud. I just knew. 

He went a couple months working diligently in the office he called the shed. To be fair, he went from a large privately traded company to a small private business. None the less, the look on his face every day when he left for work hurt my heart. He wasn't happy.

Seeing the one you love so unhappy hurts. When we were in Jamaica I had my Chris back. He wasn't worrying about having to go to work in the morning. He was himself again. And then we got back home and having to go back to the office took the life out of him. It was literally making him sick.

This Monday he had reached the end of his rope and I couldn't take seeing my guy this way any longer. He talked to his boss and let him know it wasn't working. That same day he had a meeting with his old boss to see if his old position had been filled {it hadn't!}. She said that she had to meet with her boss, but if it was up to her she would love to have him back.

And now we are waiting. Chris is a saver the way I am was a spender. We have enough to last at least six months without an income. (god help me!) I know we are going to be ok. I trust Chris, I know in my heart he will not lead our family astray. But? I can't help but worry. I can't help but hold my breath every time his phone vibrates. I can't stop the what if? thoughts. 

But he needs me to be strong. He needs me to be there to say it is ok. To remind him that his boss is a busy lady and will call when she gets a spare second. To tell him that if for some reason he can't get his old job back it will be ok. Things, everything, happens for a reason. Our life together from the very beginning is proof to that. I need to remind him of this. To give him faith that it is and will be ok. And I will keep my fears inside, because they won't make anything easier for anyone. 

and the honeymoon's over

Chris and I had an amazing time in Jamaica with my brother-in-law and new sister-in-law. It was a much needed, well deserved week of warm weather, beautiful beaches, frozen alcoholic drinks, and great sleep. By the end of the week though? I was ready to come home. I missed my baby girl more than words can explain, missed our daily routine, missed us all starting the day snuggling in bed and eating breakfast together, missed the moments when Liv just comes and gives hugs just because. I missed the little things.

And then we were home and the craziness hit and I was left thinking "I missed this?" Paradise has a way of giving things a rosey glow. Don't get me wrong, seeing my little me at the door melted my heart. The laundry and homework and whining and early mornings and endless mess hit like a brick wall though. 

I spent the last week trying to get my self back in the game. And though we aren't spending our mornings drinking mimosas on the porch listening to the waves crash, we are living our own kind of paradise. And I wouldn't change it for the world. 

tonight, we rocked.

there's laundry to be folded..

floors to be vacuumed..

dishes to be done..

home work to do..

bags to pack..

toys to pick up..

thank you cards to send..

and some shut eye to catch..

But tonight? I chose to rock my little girl to sleep. I held her in my arms, and soaked up her smell, felt her breath on my neck, listened to her little snore. I could sit there all night, memorizing every inch of her. Because, it won't be like this for long.  

1 + 1 = 2

What do you get when you have one little girl with croup and one momma who is with said little girl for all of her waking hours? A sick mommy. Yup, as of this morning i have bronchitis, a sinus infection, and a viral infection. Lovely. So much for that date night we had planned.

oh and that packing and preparing the house for our vayk we leave for in 4 days...it's gonna have to wait.

Happy New Year!

And here we are ringing in a new year already. The idea of a fresh start leaves me very excited as to what this year has in store. 

the only picture i have from the whole night

Chris and I had an awesome time ringing in the new year with some of my closest friends. We celebrated as a husband and wife and took a night off of mommy and daddy futy. We left Livvy with her Mimi and headed down to Baltimore. Chris got white girl wasted, we kissed in the near year on the dance floor, and were in bed by 12:30.

We woke up bright and early and raced home to love on our little girl. We spent all day hanging out, watching football, eating some not-so-healthy food, and napping. It was a lovely, low key day. 

Here's to a wonderful year, with more good than bad for all !