To 16 year old me...

Looking back, I wish there were some things I had told 16 year old me. Some things to better prepare me for being a daughter, about my parents, about school, about dating, marriage, and then motherhood. 16 year old me would have been more prepared for the challenges I would be facing in future years...

Today I was asked out on a lunch date with my sweet husband and when he came to pick Brighton and I up for our date I had feelings before of missing him. Maybe not feeling as close to him as I would like this week. It happens. Sometimes in life I get caught up in everything but my husband...sometimes other things end up being neglected, it really just depends on the week. Last week it was probably showering. While on this lunch date with my husband I was secretly thinking about when we dated. How I wish that sometimes we could go back to those moments of staying up all night- making out for hours. Getting lost in time. As we left Jake opened my door for me like the gentleman he is- nothing surprising but in this moment I remembered that 16 year old me would think that was silly that a man would open my door. I mean really, I can open my own door! I would tell 16 year old me to kindly say "thank you" and to never take away a moment for a man to not offer an open door to me. After Jake had opened my door I reached across the car to open his, after all- I am sure he too could appreciate an open door as well.

With motherhood, I find myself worrying a little too much. I would tell 16 year old me that when the time comes for motherhood to worry less, enjoy more laughter because life is precious and you really don't want to waste time with things that are not worth your time. I see my baby girl growing into someone smart and beautiful. There really isn't a moment I don't look at her and think, she is so pretty. Yes, I am bias! However, I know this little girl and I know that spirit she has inside her just makes her even more beautiful each day! I would tell 16 year old me that the blessings I would be given as a mother are far more greater than I could ever have hoped for!

I would tell 16 year old me to not care about what others think and to not sweat the small stuff because life is short and there is no time for any funny business. I would tell 16 year old me to NOT keep up with the Jones's. The Jones Family is most likely in debt... Plan your future, and do it wisely. Avoid debt. I would tell 16 year old me to spoil your kids! Who knows how many children you will have the opportunity to be blessed with. I would tell 16 year old me to also teach my children about service, hard work, and dedication. I would tell 16 year old me that life is better when you are dancing, holding your husbands hand, kissing your messy daughters face, being lazy on Sundays, and when you are eating dessert! :)

Brighton's One!

Valentine's Day!

Brighton and I had "PINK" smoothies to start off our Valentine's Day celebrations! She loves smoothies so much. Today as I gave her some she said "MMMMM. ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!" Translation = This is dang good MaMa!

We bought some little gifts for Brighton in honor of love day! I have been running out of bibs for her so I thought buying her a Valentines bib would be perfect and then a cute bath toy that she had been wanting!

Brighton loves Sophie the Giraffe but did not have the bath toy one yet! She loves it and I know she is looking forward to bath time more than ever today!

Jake had spoiled me earlier with Valentine's goodies when we celebrated this past weekend!

I had been wanting Flower Bomb perfume since I worked at Nordstrom. He is the best! Well friends I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day with the ones you love!

Beautiful Girl

Sometimes I can't help but squeeze this girl! 

OREO

As you can read from the title this is a story about OREO's. On Saturday night after going to dinner with Brighton and Jake we needed to run to the grocery store. I had Jake run in and grab some stuff because Brighton was getting tired and it was easier than getting her out then just putting her back in her car seat which she hates these days. Jake asked me before he went in if I wanted anything. Since I was wanting something sweet I said "I would love some OREO's" Jake came back and we drove home. Later that night after Brighton had gone to bed I went to go look for those OREO's and found these:

What on earth is REDUCED FAT OREO's?!?! This started me on the "so you think I am fat comments" and it didn't end there. I am sure my husband had a rational idea in his mind that this would somehow make me happy- but it didn't! This post probably makes me sound like a demanding wife or a big B word, luckily for Jake, I am not! In fact if it had been any other day, week, month, I probably would have just let it go. However, I was not about to eat a reduced fat OREO when I wanted a REAL OREO.

I ended up caving into these and eating a whole sleeve of reduced fat OREO's I explained to Jake the real question in his mind should have been regular stuffed or double? Always DOUBLE Jake. Always! Isn't it funny how men and women think so differently about things. Jake thought because I had been working out hard and dieting that getting the "healthier" version would make me happy ((that is sweet)). For me I was just thinking he was hinting that I needed to cut down on eating like a pig! Now I can laugh about it and even write about it. And- of course eat the whole other sleeve of cookies as I blog.