"Bedtime"

I have noticed since having a baby that not only is my daughter's bedtime "early" but mine has become increasingly earlier. I strive to get Emsley to bed by 7:30-8p.m. however, that doesn't always happen. Usually she falls asleep by 9 p.m. at the latest. This has had an effect on my bedtime too. For example, tonight I found myself brushing my teeth, washing my face and putting my pj's on at an astonishing 6:45 p.m. Now, I'm not the trendiest of people, but what 27 year old gets ready for bed that early (not to mention it's Friday)? It must be all the effort it takes to continuously entertain a four month old baby. All of the blowing mouth farts onto her little tummy, "singing" made up Emsley songs, and constantly shaking a rattle in front of her.

There's also the unknown about evening nap time. It's essentially impossible for her to go from her afternoon nap (usually ends at 2 or 3) all the way to her bedtime. However, her evening nap can happen at anytime. It's as though her battery simply dies all of a sudden. One moment she is squealing with joy and excitement and the next she is passed out. That would be perfect if she happened to pass out in her pj's, already in her crib. However, usually when she falls asleep, it's in Aaron's arms or while we are eating dinner and she's playing on the floor. No matter what, she'll wake up so it's then left to me to determine how long she should nap. Who in their right mind would wake a baby? I'll tell you, a woman who wants to sleep through the night and not be up until 10 p.m. with a screaming/overly tired baby. If I let her skip her nap all together my whole evening would consist of a screaming baby and a T.V. that is turned all the way up so that my hubby can still hear Sports Center. Ahhhh....the joys of parenthood. Honestly, I couldn't picture my life any other way!

New Mommy

I've always wanted to be a writer. I can remember using my brothers first computer. I'd start to write a story and think it wasn't interesting enough and delete the whole thing. I was also afraid my brother would get ahold of the story and use it as some sort of tool to make fun of me. Now that I'm nearly 28 years old, I figure, who cares if I get ridiculed.

This is my story.

I am a mom of a four month old baby girl. She is the light of my life. Although being a mother is the hardest thing I have been through, it's also the most rewarding and fulfilling. I have been married for a little over a year, to a great man who I've spent the last 10 years with. He is extremely hard working and dedicated to what he does. His talent as a carpenter is so awe inspiring to me. I always tell him that I wish there was something I could do that was as great as what he does. The best part about him is that he's never afraid to tell me exactly what he thinks. That is something I appreciate. I also have two dogs who I am sure will make several appearances throughout the weeks.

I'm hoping that who ever reads this realizes it isn't a serious blog. I'm not here to inspire, motivate or use correct grammar. It's more of a release for my sarcasm and at times it may seem to be a little inappropriate. I'm just here to tell the truth about being a mom and woman. Not everything in life is roses and daisies, more likely, it's poopy diapers and spit up. But, that's life and it's wonderful!