Aah, the Mystery...

So I sat down earlier tonight ready to write all about how inspired I am feeling. There are so many amazing blogs out there that just make you want to create. I also went shopping at Anthropologie this afternoon. That store always makes me feel inspired in so many ways. But I was quickly interrupted by horrifying screams through the baby monitor. I rushed up to see what was wrong. Did she have a nightmare? Did she pull something on top of her? Did she lay on an appendage in some odd way? The answer, my friends, to all of these questions is no. She had what one can only describe as...the dreaded sleeping poop.

What is the dreaded sleeping poop you ask. Well, I will tell you but I can not explain how it happens. The dreaded sleeping poop is a phenomenon, a mystery, a subject I may ponder for the rest of my days. The dreaded sleeping poop is when a baby some how poops in her sleep and wakes herself up scared crapless (no pun intend). Harper does this from time to time and it always fascinates me. There are so many questions that surround this topic.

How does a person poop in their sleep? Do they push and not know it until it's to late or does the poop somehow know you are sleeping and just slip out on it's own? If you do push is that what wakes you up or is it the strange poop in your diaper that does the waking? How does your body know when you are too old to poop in your sleep? Are we all at risk of someday waking up to a sleeping poop? Could you imagine that? There you are snoozing away all cuddled up in your comfy bed. You are dreaming of some delicious meal you just had and how full and happy you are and then BOOM! There it is, like a nightmare, the...dreaded...sleeping...poop. Who will comfort you then? Certainly your mom won't be there to make sure you're cleaned up and rock you back to sleep like she did back when you were a baby and you use to always crap in your sleep. What will become of you then?

And so I bring my thoughts to a close for the night. Aah, the mystery. I hope I don't dream of food tonight.

I Heart My Husband & Friends

Today is my birthday...I am a glorious 33. Can someone please tell me how that happened? I'm just kidding, I actually have an idea about how that phenomenon came to pass. It has something to do with the birds and the bees and time moving forward...

Anyway, I realized last night (not for the first time) how lucky I am to have my husband and wonderful group of friends in my life. We had our closest friends over last night for Chinese takeout and it was great. I got some really beautiful flowers and balloons and funny cards. I got something else much bigger and much better though, I got to spend the evening with people that I love, admire, laugh with, cry with and just genuinely enjoy being around. These people make me a better person for knowing them. I feel so blessed to be all grown up and to have a husband that is my best best friend and to have such a close knit group of chums. This is the best birthday gift I could ever imagine. My husband in particular is a real gift. He is the most thoughtful, caring, sweet, funny, honest, charming, handsome man I have ever met. He makes me happy every single day. He always knows when I need him the most and he never lets me down. I can trust him with the most intimate parts of my soul and he cherishes that and keeps that part of me safe. I don't know what my life would be like without him. I just love him so much. I can't ever think of the words that do justice in describing my deep admiration, respect and love for him.

Thank you to all of you for your friendship. Brett, I love you with everything I am.

Moving on to my next order of business...I have received an award from one of the above mentioned chums and the person that inspired me to pick back up my blog in the first place...Annie from Two Up Two Down: This Girl's Journey from OK to VA. Thanks Annie you rock!

Rules do accompany this honor:

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

I will pass this award along with honor. Thanks again.

Why Do Boys Dress Like Girls?

Brett and I went to a fundraising event last night for Freedom House. Freedom House is a local organization that fights homelessness in the Richmond, Va. area. It was a really cool event at

The Canal Club. There is a group of bands from all over that are touring the country and donating all of the ticket sales to a local charity organization. The bands were good and it was very fun to be out on Monday night. I hope they made a nice little chunk of money.

Now to the point of this blog...why do boys dress like girls? I can't tell you a time where I have felt old, EVER, until last night. There we were hanging out and we were surrounded by younger people all dressed the same. It was a unisex crowd if you will. I was sure that there were more girls there then boys but I was very wrong. Every time I thought a girl was walking by it was in fact a boy. The skinny jean and very large flat bottom tennis shoe with a hoody. Now there is a look. How on earth do you even get those things on? No man should be able to get himself into something that tight. Especially if it is made with a denim material. All I can figure is possibly using Vaseline or baby powder. Maybe they even shave themselves smooth all over so they can wither around on the floor tugging and pulling till they have managed to get a teenage girl sized jean on. All of this leads to yet another question, at the end of the day when you are exhausted from standing around in your skinny jeans (there is no way they can possibly sit in these things) how do you get them off? Does it take more then one person to do this? The questions could go on and on. I haven't even gotten into the straightened hair or the confusion of gender in the bathroom.

I am girl who loves a mans man. I want my husband to look the part. I am not interested in sharing my clothes or products with him. This whole thing really throws me and so I must be getting old.

Perfect Example of Mind Wandering

As I mentioned in my previous blog the other night Harper stayed up and wailed off and on from 3:45 till about 6:00 in the morning. To keep myself awake while I was rocking her my mind started to wander about the "perfect home". I have figured it out...(imagine drum roll here)

a brand new house that looks like an old farm house

on a farm in the middle of the city

Voila! Why hasn't anyone thought of this before? Why haven't I thought of this before? It would be awesome. It would have all the charms of an older home minus the drafts and the squeaky floors and lack of storage space on any level. You would have tons of space outside for a great yard and garden and a few animals. Your family could enjoy all the things that come along with being able to immerse themselves in nature and being responsible for taking care of animals and the land. They would also have all the advantages of growing up around things that culture them and shape their minds and of course, shopping.

Now the real question is...Is this possible? Can you have the simple life and the on-the-go city life at once?

Obviously, I know that you can't have a farm in the middle of the city but wouldn't it be great to be able to have that kind of lifestyle. I guess it is possible if you can balance your life just right. That is one good thing about Richmond, you aren't too far away from open outdoor activities and the city is trying really hard to act like a city. This is something I am going to work a little harder on. I want my kids to enjoy the outdoors and appreciate how delicate our environment is but I also want them to go to plays and eat in restaurants where they can get more then a cheeseburger or chicken nuggets. I want them to go camping and grow a garden and learn how to be patient enough to catch a fish but to also shop in stores that are not owned by corporations but neighbors and to enjoy concerts and community events and see how many different kinds of people live all around them.

This will be an interesting journey for all of us. I'll let you know in about 20 years if it worked. Wish me luck!

Looky Looky

Well, well, well look what I came across. I can't believe after all of this time I came across my blog again! What a reunion... we laughed, we cried. It was beautiful. I missed you blog.

So much has happened since last we were together. Marriage is still two big thumbs up and the house is still coming together. Making a home takes time, you know. We have had a beautiful baby girl. She is a total blessing and we all love her very much. Georgie just said yesterday how happy he is and that he always wanted a sister. Last night when she screamed for 3 hours the jury was out for the rest of us but what can you do? Just kidding. The jury is never out.