It has been a been a couple weeks since I've blogged. I'm disappointed in myself.

Unfortunately, the past couple weeks have been kinda crazy. Triston has had a fever. When I took him to the doctor, they said it was just a virus. Not much I can do to help that. It was just Tylenol every 4 hours. Then, as soon as I got him feeling better, Ashton caught it and was sick for a couple days and seemed to be feeling better, then the fever came back yesterday. I'm not sure if it's that virus still, or if it's him cutting some more teeth, but he has not been feeling well at all the past couple days and again all I can do is give him Tylenol.

But on a better note, I had a great Valentines Day. Kyle and I bought a nice, reliable car and that was our Valentines present for each other. I love it! It's a nice car. And what is great about it is that it is the car I get to use during the day while Kyle is at work.

We watched the Daytona 500 on Sunday and it was great! It was a great race. I hate to say it, but I was so glad when Jimmy Johnson, and Jeff Gordon were involved in the big wreck that took out half the field and they were down like 20 laps! I was even more happy to see that Jr. was running really well. Up to the very end and avoided one wreck only to over correct and hit the wall. He did really well though! But I thought it was even more cool to see the newest driver to the Sprint Series win the Daytona 500 when it was only his second time racing in the Cup Series! But it was a great race altogether.

I am in desperate need of a vacation though. I love being a stay at home mom, but I can only do so many loads of laundry and sweep and mop the floor so many times. I am in need of a vacation. But we need to take care of some other things first before we can do that. I just can't wait till we can go out of town.

All in all, life is good right now. I love my boys and my husband and hope they know how much I do!

I love Ashton. He is so sweet and so funny and he keeps me moving and busy. But sometimes I just want to post him on KSL saying "FREE to a good home."

Today we went over to my grandpas house to help him out since he had eye surgery. Ashton will always be into something he's not supposed to be into, and seriously no house is Ashton proof. But he gets into so many more things over at my grandpa's. Since my grandpa had surgery, he is not supposed to bend down or lift things. I was feeding Triston, and since I can't very well hold Ashton and feed Triston at the same time, Ashton was on the loose. I felt so bad that I couldn't go and stop Ashton from trashing my grandpa's room. But my grandpa being the trooper he is, went in. Well, when Ashton doesn't get what he wants he throws a fit, like every other toddler in the world. Since my grandpa really only has one working eye, and he couldn't bend over, Ashton threw his fit and fell, hitting his head on the wall. When I go back to make sure everything is okay, I see my grandpa kneeling on the floor and Ashton screaming bloody murder. I fell terrible. I thought my grandpa had fallen, he hadn't, that's a sigh of relief. Now I need to check Ashton for the three B's. Bumps, Bruises, and Blood. Saw none of those, another sigh of relief. One thing I've learned with my boys (husband included) is that when they are tired, they are ORNERY!!! So bad that I get to the point I just want them to go to bed. I know that it's easier said than done, but seriously, I would rather sit in silence by myself than deal with the dramatic, blow everything out of proportion attitude that they have.

I love Ashton, but I really can not wait till he has grown out of this phase. Then I will only have to deal with Triston.

Scary Movies

I have never been one to enjoy scary movies or Thrillers. I guess it's because my imagination gets going and I can't stop thinking about it. Which is why I choose not to watch movies like that because they affect me too much. I'm 22 years old. I should not have to sleep with a night light on just because I'm terrified. I think it's also because I don't like to feel scared or anxious. I like to be surrounded by happiness and love.

This post was inspired because Saturday night Kyle and I were at the store after going out to dinner. We stopped at the Red Box machine to see what movies they had that we may have wanted to see. Our original choice was Inception. But while looking through the selection of movies, Kyle came across Nightmare on Elm St., which is a movie on my "DO NOT WATCH" list. When I was in elementary school, I was enrolled in before and after school daycare. One afternoon, the teachers at the daycare made the decision to show the kids, one of the original Nightmare on Elm St. movies, and Child's Play, one of the original Chucky movies. Now, what possessed them to show those movies in a daycare, I will never know, but they did not force the younger kids, like myself, to leave the room. So, wanting to hang out with my big brother, I watched those movies. Let me tell you, I wouldn't play with my dolls for months, and had to sleep with the light on for years. So, now that you have an explanation for my fear of horror movies, we'll go back to Saturday night. So Kyle spotted the movie, and I also spotted Twilight Saga: Eclipse. I haven't seen it at all, so I have been wanting to rent it, only to be disappointed that it was gone before I could rent it. I asked Kyle if we could rent that along with Inception and I would watch it by myself, since he is not into movies like that. He said "I'll make you a deal. You can get your 'Twilight' movie AND I'll watch it with you, IF we can rent Nightmare on Elm St. and you watch it with me." Now, I'm one for compromises, but I've learned to watch my "chick flicks" alone because Kyle doesn't like them, so if I was to watch this movie with him, I was definitely going to hold him to watching Eclipse with me.

So I watched it. And I regret watching it because since I watched it, my nerves have been on edge. I am scared to go to the bathroom, to walk back to the bedrooms, and pretty much scared to be without Kyle. Luckily, I didn't have any nightmares that night, but I didn't sleep well at all. I woke yesterday from a restless sleep. Kyle and I came out to have breakfast and he was going to find some cartoons on Netflix to put on for Ashton. Well, he didn't really look very hard because he ended up putting on the Thriller "Frozen." Not a good movie to watch if your nerves are already on edge. This time I decided to leave the room, and was glad I did, because I don't think I could have handled it. Just hearing it added to my anxiety.

Now it came time to watch Eclipse. He sat with me but the whole time said "This is gay," or would just talk and distract me from the movie. I wasn't able to really get into it and enjoy the movie. I will definitely be either renting or buying it and watching it by myself while the boys are asleep.

So basically, I have decided to write off scary movies completely. I know Kyle enjoys them, and he can watch them any time he wants to. I will go to a haunted house with him, because the thing with that is it doesn't mess with my brain. From now on only movies that make me happy!

Mom Pride

I think that being a mom has to be one of the hardest jobs on the planet. I say planet because kids are kids where ever they are in the world. From tearing movies off the shelf, to throwing tantrums at bedtime, we moms go through a lot. Which is why I don't bother getting all cleaned up to just be thrown up on, pooped on and so much more. I was reading a friends blog and she made a comparison of moms to Bear Grylls ("Man Vs. Wild" & "Born Survivor") and I've got to say we endure some pretty difficult things. I hear quite often from Kyle that I couldn't do his job. My response, "You're right, I can't do your job. I don't know the first thing about your job. But could you handle a 2 year old and 4 month old by yourself for 12+ hours?" His response, "No, I would call you 15 minutes into it asking you to come home cause I couldn't handle it." I just nod my head and smile. In my opinion, women don't get the credit we deserve. Not only do we give birth to the child, but we change them, feed them, and nurture them. I will admit, I lose my temper. But what mom doesn't? But then I look at their sweet little faces, and smiles, and it washes away my anger frustration and stress. It makes all the mess and chaos around me disappear. I love my boys (big and small). They drive me crazy and make me want to pull out my hair, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I may not be very stylish, or have the body I did in High School, but I have something so much better than that. I have a family, and I'm a mom and proud of it!!!