I woke up and found my little sweetness still asleep. I selfishly woke her up for some snuggles. She whispered a, āMamaā as she climbed in beside me.
Must be a happy day.
We decided to not to get up, but instead we decided to nibble on each otherās sweetness. Haha! She said I tasted sweet.
Must be a happy day.
We got up with giggles and hugs; as I carried her to the kitchen to fill our bellies up with good food.
Must be a happy day.
My breakfast smiled back up at me. My little sweetness is eating her food. Iām enjoying some delicious leftover cut up strawberries.
Must be a happy day.
The sun is shining. Itās supposed to be a nice 70Ā° day. With all the rain we have been getting it looks like Ireland here. I feel blessed.
Today is definitely a happy day. ā¤ļø
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Have a wonder day;full of sweetness, giggles, and hugs.
The honey made a smiley face. I caught it before smearing it. Haha š
This year, so far, has been full. As you may have noticed, Iāve only been posting chapters of my story. Thatās only possible because I can write multiple chapters at once and post them accordingly.
But there are many changes this year. My daughter is three years old, and I cannot believe how time has passed. Her shoulder now fits under the lip of our dinning room table. She is expressing herself with words. She helps and takes care of me as I would to her. Now with her little brother on the way, I canāt help but remember when she was just a small little thing in my arms.
Nextā¦ my niece is starting to walk. She will be one year old next month. I just watched a video of a confident little girl strutting down the carpet. Last time I met her was a tiny peanut. No personality, just a little ball of love.
And nextā¦ my nephew is turning 15 this year. 15!!! My nephew who is now taller than me by about an inch. My nephew who I remember how he used to chase my dog, Sammy, around the backyard in his onesie. RIP Sammy ā¤ļø He is turning 15! Thatās crazy to me.
The final one for now, but definitely not the last: I havenāt competed in swimming in almost 10 years. I still have dreams about racing, and I remember all the struggles and successes I had in my swimming career. But I havenāt done that in almost 10 yearsā¦ thatās just amazes me. Especially since I did it for 14 years.
Which is why I am loving writing this story of a boyās life of swimming. Not everything is from my past, but Iām able to get my desires out of my heart and into a narrative. Itās my way of continuing to live the swimming life without giving up what I have gained in these 10 years.
My husband. My daughter. My expected son. My home. My family.
As much as I love the idea of competing again. It can not measure up to the amount of love I have towards my splendor in life.
Year 2022, has been full; to the fullest. But Iām excited for the years to come. My days competing might be over, but Iām excited for this new adventure!
I donāt believe I will be posting anything until the new year. Iāve been so exhausted and busy, that I only have this small amount of time to say sorry to all of you.
Iām sorry that I am unable to post. My brain is also not functioning, since it is running a mile a minute.
Please forgive me. Iāll begin again next year.
Thank you. Enjoy your chilly Winter āļø
.-. About 2 Months Later.-.
I finally went back on my blog and realized that I never actually posted this post. I wrote it back in Decemberā¦ I feel like such a failure.
We have finally finished moving. Iām still exhausted but I missed you all. Also Iāve missed writing my story. IT WILL CONTINUE!! Even if itās just for me; I need to actually finish a story. Haha!
So Iāll be back on here. Maybe not as much as before, but slowly Iāll work my way back.
Life has been like the title of this post. I feel rushed in everything, but also seems to take all my effort.
Because of the holidays and big changes recently, I wonāt be posting often. As you have probably notice these last few weeks. Iām just exhausted and I have no extra energy for my hobbies.
Iāll be finishing my nephewās shirt, but I think that will be all.
I will post a chapter of my story here and there. I have several chapters already written. Thatās the only thing that I seem to be able to focus on.
Please forgive me and have a thankful Thanksgiving! šš
Fall
Nothing special. Just a photo I took the other day.
I spent yesterday drawing birthday/ holiday cards.
It was the first time in a long time that I got to relaxā¦and do something I enjoyā¦
The ideaā¦Got this picture from the internet.
Now what I came up withā¦
Minecraft for my nephewās birthday.
He loves Minecraft. I got the inside scoop from my mom and his older brother. Itās not technically the same as the picture I used onlineā¦but Iām not going to sell it. It is just a gift. (Cannot sell things when they are not your work.)
Minecraft is hard to drawā¦at least for me. Since itās not realistic.
Next was my mom. She asked me if I had any Thanksgiving/ Fall card she could use to send to family this year. I didnāt so I drew one. This was my inspirationā¦
My wreath plus our front door.
I actually made this wreath myselfā¦will never again, buy a holiday wreath.
The outcomeā¦
āChanging Colorsā By emily2jane 10/20/21
Another originalā¦I enjoy originals. Because they are mine!!
Nextā¦
āTravelā By emily2jane 10-20-21
Another original. But this one has a twist. My daughter did the background paint. Whereas I, as you can probably guess, did the drawing. The drawing is inspired by one of my own photos.
I drew this one for my brotherās birthday. ā¤ļø
And finallyā¦ just because I can…
I decided to draw another winter themed card. Just because I can, and now I can add it to my collection.
āFirst Snowā By emily2jane 10-20-21
This one is again inspired by a photograph of mine. Itās not done yet. But this card only took me 30min. To this point.
Maybe sense I spent all day drawing, it came easier this time.
Once I finish this card, Iāll share it with you all.
Enjoy your Thursday! May it be filled with changing colors. š
Haha! I like to add th to words. Have you every added th to a conversation. People think you are crazy or channeling your inner Shakespeare.
Anyways, back on topic. Again, I was about to do the Word of the day but it was sophistry. Nothing was coming to mind. So I did a poem based on my feelings instead.
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This house needs,
To be spotless and clean.
The floors to glisten,
And surfaces to shimmer.
Done deeds,
Shall be seen.
Like a competition;
Desperate for a glimmer,
Of approval.
Will she accept?
Will I receive praise?
Excitement and dread,
Battling inside.
Iām adding fuel,
Why does she have this effect?
Master of the gaze,
Carefully tread.
Frantically searching,
For the explanation guide.
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My in-laws are visiting. This is to describe the first time my mother-in-law visited our house. I went crazy! Iāve now reached the stage of: get the house clean, but donāt stress too much. Instead fill their bellies with delicious food, and put them in food comas! Haha š
I am sure every girl who has a mother-in-law understands this poem. We go through so much for the approval; itās like it is the meaning of survivalā¦
But this visit will be fun. My sweet sweet has her Papa and Nana visiting her. She was so excited, that she started to behave like a puppy when they got to the house. She is so odd; definitely my daughter though.
Enjoy your Sunday! I will be going on vacation. Iāll be trying to post; but I may just enjoy myself instead. We shall see.
I wish I could find a cookbook that is only ground beef recipes…
This recipe says it takes 45min…š¤Ø another easy dinner!! A momās happy plan.
My ingredients!!Defrost the ground beef.
When I initially brought the beef up, I thought I had already put it in water. But alas no, I did not. So now I have to wait the 30min.
The tunes are on!
Unless I am trying a new recipe I donāt listen to my iTunes. I usually just roll with my Spotify playlist. Mostly because I used to listen to wide range of music and I would rather Elizabethās first words be from an bad song.
Fears of a mama.
Back to cooking.
Dice the onion. Do you see the cute cow butter dish in the back!?! It was my hubbyās grandmaās. I am a lover of cows too!I have chosen applesauce and corn for the sides to dinner. I know itās not a real vegetable but it works. Beef!
I forgot to take a picture of cooking the beef, but letās be honest…you know what it looks like. It looks the same as always. And this is me draining the fat off.
Oil, onion, salt, pepper! And my foot down in the left bottom corner…
Sorry. I am a little goofy today as I write this recipe up. No, my foot is not included into the food.
It doesnāt seem right…?
This recipe does not have pictures with the steps. Hopefully this is right…
Warming up the cast iron skillet. I like how the tortilla crisps. The meat mixture looks okay now.
I love Tim McGraw.
I had to skip various songs. Some were too random for my brain. Also some had some colorful words.
Starting to look yummy!!
I added the green onions. It was not in the list of ingredients, but green onions always add more delicious flavors.
Interesting mix.
Iāve already given the hubby his and Elizabeth her Mac n cheese. This one is Mamaās!!Yum!
Of course the night I choose to make a quesadilla, is the day when we are out of salsa, sour cream, and guacamole. š it was still delicious but I was bummed about the lack of extras.
But to the scoring.
Look Like Picture: 9. Mostly because I used the cheese I had. It was the cheddar jack mix from Costco. Not really the right taste, but still worked.
Taste: 9. I think it worked. But I think it would better with some diced green chilies mixed in. Iāve been in a spicy mood. The hubby liked it. He gave it an 8, just because he wasnāt very hungry to begin with.
Easiness: 10! It was easy. Another easy peasy recipe for a baby brained mama. Meaning… ādumb momentsā. I have those days occasionally often. š
Hope you enjoyed the post. But also my music playlist.
I know not the most uplifting poem. But itās my personal feelings these last few months.
My husband and I are trying to have another baby and itās been hard. My doctor told me to pray, but to not have hope. That hope is the most crushing thing when trying to be pregnant.
I under what she is saying, but it doesnāt seem possible. So even though I want another little one, I have to keep my emotions in check with Elizabeth. She sometimes feeds off of my emotions. Depressed mama equals moody baby. Not fun for anyone.
So I guess this poem is for any mom or woman out there feeling the same. Just know, someone is going through the emotional twister with you. ā¤ļø
Digital Art emily2jane 5-23-21
Stay positive!! Spend your Sunday with loved ones and great friends. Itās what I plan to do.
