Monday, June 13, 2011

{My Brain is a Garden of Eclectic Eccentricities}



Oh Blogger, you are my scathed mistress, hiding in the basement, beckoning for some attention, some love, perhaps even a single glance to acknowledge your existence.

Life, as it happens, is filled with so many wondrous events, moments, ideas, imaginings, aspirations, memories, actions. Sometimes its difficult to pull away from the "real world" and lose myself in the art of blogging.

Instead these days, I tend to lose myself in the art of scrapbooking and creative designing.

Once upon a time (last year), my dear sweet adoring husband left for Fort Benning for BCT/AIT - about 14 weeks away. During his absence, I grew close with a wonderful group of women and I began to apply my marketing design techniques to photo collages and commemorations for service members family.

Well, it not only ensued a promise of hours upon hours of busy time that allowed the time to zoom by, but it also was something I thoroughly enjoyed!

Thus the beginning of my home based business. Now keep in mind, I have been doing contract marketing and advertising design for years for companies, most in real estate and investments (not very fun or creative) so to go from that, to being able to truly touch the hearts and souls of people by creating something they loved and related too, was life changing.

So, I'm still learning everyday, teaching myself new techniques. Unfortunately, my creativity has been stifled over the last decade due to me working in mostly corporate environments, catering to the snobs of the market who want their oh too modern and techie looks for their hip whatever it is.

Fun and fancyfree is me! I took time away from designing while my hubby was home, but in preparation for his departure again, I have relaunched my website and am tackling a new list of things I hope to pursue!

Like this!



Aren't they cute! I am working on putting together as many templates as possible to showcase a variety of styles and techniques. Hopefully people enjoy looking at them as much as I enjoy working on them!

If you have time, check out my website: www.ArdDesignStudio.com

Here's to hoping it can be as successful this summer as it was last!

God bless!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Simply brilliant.

Today was a typical Saturday.

Hubby had drill, so he was off at the crack of dawn all dressed to the 9s in his PT shorts and t-shirt, ready to go play soldier for the day.

The boys slept in a little bit, which gave me a few hours of just....me. Sipping my coffee, watching a Disney flick, enjoying the peace and quiet, cuddled up with my little blankie on my favorite big fluffy chair.

Mornings like this are always my favorite, because I can accomplish SO much without distraction! I can put dishes away, make a nice big breakfast, sweep, mop, vacuum, dust, refill toiletries that are running low around the house, make sure the playrooms are in tip top shape and so on and so forth in regards to my domestic duties.

However, in all honesty, I can only take so much of this. The moment I start to hear little giggles coming from the back of the house and the pitter patter of tiny little feet attached to tiny little people bodies with grumbling big boy appetites that put overgrown adult football players to shame, I light up like a Christmas tree!

There is nothing more incredible to me than a day with my boys! My sweet silly little boys! So precious, so innocent, so simple and inquisitive.

Thank God we have boys!

Today, our dear sweet little sister (Zane's baby sister - aged 13) was primped and pampered for her first big dance. Hair done, manicured and pedicured like a princess, make-up done professionally. For the love of all that is good in this world, I just about cried!

Partially because she looked so beautiful all dressed up like a little lady, when her usual attire as an athlete is basketball shorts and a t-shirt with her hair tightly done up in a little bun. But mostly, because our dear sweet little sister looks like a flipping woman!

When did she get a butt?!?!?! And woman curves?!?! And little itty bitty boobies?!?!? I was hyperventilating at our inability to throw a blanket over her and hide her in the closet at the thought of her going out in public looking like a 20 year old woman, rather than a 13 year old little girl!

Did I also mention shes 6'+! Ohhh....trouble!

Although we have had this brush of realization on many occasions before, I cant say enough how much I applaud all the brave mommies of little daughters out there! I don't even know where to begin with how happy I am that the complications of female adolescence is something I wont have to face!

Hopefully our little boys will get into simple trouble - a little shoving match, sports injuries, social events.....

I don't think I am equipped to handle things like menstruation, attitude, breasts, bras, PMS, mood swings, and the all to quick development from little girl into what looks like a woman to other people but is still CLEARLY a little girl to me!

Freaks me out. Seriously. Spiders, snakes, ax murderers, doomsday prophecies - bring it on! But a pre-pubescent teen girl locked and loaded with teenage girl drama and boy trouble with an uncontrollable temperament.

Goodness, the thought terrifies me!

"Mom, I like this boy, and I know I'm just a freshman, and he's a senior, and he has a nice car, and he used to date a college girl and he wants me to go to prom with him, yayyy"

Would I just default to stalking techniques. Dress up like some blood sucking clown and follow them to this so called prom, and ensure that if so much more than her hand is touched by his hand, I shall jump out of the bushes and scare them into a night of terror followed by police reports, and news reporters and going home!

My sweet little boys. Thank God for my dear sweet boys. Please God, let them stay little forever. Give them an unnatural fascination with physics, science and math, underwater basket weaving, whatever people think is socially awkward, so that hopefully peers of the opposite sex will keep their grubby paws off of them!

One day I want them to find the right girl for them, and find the kind of unconditional love that I share with their daddy. But preferably not until they are......well damn it.

I cant even imagine a time when I will be able to release them out into the wild. Heck, we still haven't decided on whether or not we feel home school might be a better idea for them if we aren't able to get them into the private school we want. Because public schools scare the pants off us!

I've come up with a temporary solution though. In the meantime, all I can do is cuddle, love, kiss, hold, laugh with, tickle and enjoy my little tiny babies. Because one day, I may not know WHICH day it will be, but one of these days, they will be grown, and independent, and making decisions for themselves.

When that day comes, hopefully I will have completed my tweaks on time traveling mechanics, and we can just go back in time and start all over.

I don't know about you, but I think its the best idea I've ever had! In fact, I think its simply brilliant.

God bless! <3

Friday, April 29, 2011

My word, how uncouth!: A Royal Follow Up


So for those of you who are unaware, because you must be living in a small cave beyond the reaches of general technology and have thus escaped the incessant media coverage, let me clue you in on an apparent historic event which took place this morning.

Today was the overly anticipated "Royal Wedding" of Prince William and some girl whose name has escaped me for the moment, and for which I don't care enough to click on the following tab in order to Google said name to offer you properly informative facts regarding this new princess. Sorry, but if you don't know it, and simply MUST know who the bride of the day was, then Google away my friend, Google away.

Now, for most of you out there, the term "royal" used as an adjective on a day to day basis so seldom reflects anything of actual ancestry befitting a crown wearing monarch.

For instance, in my household, royal could be referring to any number of things from a shade of blue to perhaps a type of icing. In fact, it might even refer to a particular form of behavior in which our sweet little puppy, whom we love so much, decides after a walk to come in the house and defecate on the kitchen floor, thus becoming a royal pain in my bottom.

You see! So many wonderful uses for this little five letter word! So versatile!

But not today folks, on this day it was used in the rare and proper form of referring to those of royal bloodline. Our congratulations to Prince William and Princess Whats-her-face! While I can agree the media coverage was a tad bit overboard, I can understand how this union is definitely international news.

However, was it truly necessary for CNN to cover the nuptials? I mean, seriously. While I had every intention of later in the day catching a recap of the wedding out of curiosity, I by all means didn't expect the majority of networks to really be covering the event to this extremity.

Since it seemed the royal family had monopolized my morning viewing options, I decided to stay tuned in and watch.

And now I come to my point. Everyone (and by everyone, I don't mean in fact the entirety of the world, but just that of my Facebook friends list) has been talking about a few key points regarding this mornings ceremony.

Number 1: How unhappy Princess Whats-Her-Face looked during the ceremony.
Number 2: How incredibly romantic and heart wrenching the ceremony was and how it brought everyone to an onslaught of uncontrollable tears.
Number 3: How the little boy prince has now gone and married someone thus making him unavailable for the women across the lands to swoon over in the hopes of wedging their way into some fairytale which ends in their marriage and a happily ever after that apparently has more to do with horseback riding than actual politics.

Part of me feels compelled to address these points, even if its just to the empty cyberspace at hand. So here we go.

Answer to #1: Have you ever been married in, or attended a wedding that consisted of the nuptials which follow a large processional, full mass, multiple readings, etc? Well, dear friends, I have. I've done the whole, married in a great big Catholic Cathedral with a full mass, a million hours of scripture in Latin and consistent shifting from the energy it takes to stand, and appear inspired by the ceremony of it all through what feels like a decade of speaking that requires someone to nudge you when the interactive portion of your wedding ceremony begins.

Yes folks, as beautiful as the ceremony can be, standing at full attention for hours in front of a congregation of guests, holy leaders, the royal family, in a dress that no doubt outweighs her, in shoes that I seriously doubt were Dr. Scholl-able, can be exhausting. Give her a break! She definitely began to glow once she realized the vows were coming up and had a reaction to the "this is IT" moment. Up until that part, give her some credit for being able to hold a small Mona Lisa type smile during the time leading up to their "I Do's".

In addition, keep in mind this wedding is strictly based on ceremonial traditions that have been in place for centuries in their country. Do you think if she had this wonderful plan to one day grow up and elope to some fancy-schmancy pants island alone with the man of her dreams, for a simple and romantic ceremony on the beach, that her requests would have been indulged? No way!

Stay away wedding genius David Tutera, because the royal family has their own idea of what is spectacular and appropriate and I sincerely doubt any of the bride to be's wishes were taken into consideration! She was definitely happy to be joining her husband to be in matrimony, but was it the wedding of her dreams? Chances are, probably not. My two meaningless sheckles on that subject - well done Princess Whats-Her-Face! Now run off and enjoy your honeymoon with a hope for peace and quiet!

Answer to #2: This very, very, VERY common statement has flooded my feed all morning. Now, being a woman, I've had my fair share of good cries at a lovely wedding ceremony. However, this particular ceremony didn't quite pull at my heart strings. It didn't pull at any strings. It was rather boorish in fact. I know, shame on me, but it was! For myself anyway. Apparently, there is an entire parade of women who would die to line up and stand and kneel in front of their church in a 500lb dress with no ventilation in Manolo Blahniks ripping into their toes and heels for 4 hours without being allowed to shed unstructured affection and intimacy. No jumping into the arms of your new husband, no laughing, you must be appropriate at all times. I mean, good gracious, it was more militant than romantic from what I saw. Unless....perhaps....was there ANOTHER royal wedding I am unaware of that took place today, and perhaps I was watching THAT one and missed the oh so romantic tear jerking ceremony everyone is swooning over?

Then again, Im also the person who doesn't understand why a book about a loud mouthed trouble making obscene woman who steps outside the boundaries of her upcoming union to fornicate with an old lover and then is applauded for their love come to fruition is so loved by women world over. I'm talking about "The Notebook". I know, sacrilege to some of you out there. This poor man loves a woman unconditionally and all she does is indulge herself with selfishness and an annoyingly spoiled disposition. I guess that type of fight or flight romance doesn't appeal to me, because I am more moved by unconditional love stories that share a familiarity with my own. A story of man meets woman, where they fall in love and spend their lives together, fighting against the trials and tribulations of life with an impenetrable bond. A tale WITHOUT the adultery, bickering, fighting, mind games,lies, deceit and childish behavior that goes on in other tales.

Like "Up". "But that's not a love story...." some of you might say. However, I disagree. This loving bond between man and wife not only exceeded the first 15 minutes of this light and airy Disney film. It showcased a love beyond the passing of your spouse, a love I can understand, where even in absence, the warmth of love from your soul mate still keeps you company. This is the kind of love I feel God wants for us all. Some of the movies today...simply baffle me. "Oh look, she's cheating on her husband with her hot new co-worker, and I think they are in love, awww how sweet. Ewweee her evil husband is trying to get in the way of their love!" WHAT?!?!?! When on earth did this behavior become socially acceptable!?!

Anyway, back to my point. The wedding was a wedding. It wasnt brilliant, or spectacular, it was the exact same ceremony we watched decades ago with his mother was married, sub new bride and groom. Seriously. No reason for tears. There are commercials with deliciously chubby babies that bring tears of joy to my eyes, so how is it this fabled fairytale dreamy romantic wedding somehow escaped me in between my sips of morning glory? I dunno. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Answer to issue #3: The number of women outraged and saddened by this royal foreigner taking a bride is beyond silliness. I like to hope that most people have the good sense not to believe there was a time in a parallel universe where the prince and pauper girl meet and she becomes a queen, and this was the tale of their lives. Not that everyone shouldn't indulge their personal aspirations, but I think to focus on the lack of availability in a male member of the royal family and how it might have affected their destiny to become a princess, seems a little silly.

What's this fascination with wanting to be a princess? Last I checked, I'm completely and euphorically happy in my marriage and with my hubby despite lack of blue blood in the mix. It doesn't take a man of royal blood to make a woman feel like she is truly lifted above the rest.

Instead of comparing the men of our country who do their best to honor and love their wives to some distant prince who has the charm of an acorn, how about you take a step back and treat your dear sweet loved ones, husbands, whatever they might be, like royalty instead?

Maybe that is my own personal romantic indulgences, but if you asked my husband, you would find he is very happy indeed. Perhaps I do dote on him a little more than other people would like to, and perhaps this is because I thoroughly enjoy my role as wife and mother, and "yes, dear-isms". Some could (and do) say I wait on him hand and foot unnecessarily, but that's returned in full with exactly the same level of appreciate and affection, so its not sacrificial, its probably the most self serving selfless act someone can commit!

I challenge you wives everywhere, instead of groaning when your husband forgets to take out the trash, or leaves a dish in the sink rather than placing it 6" away in the dishwasher, when he changes the channel in the middle of your recent television obsession to watch an unappealing sporting event, hunting or golfing show, or otherwise un-engaging program, that rather than offering a snide remark, or quip, you simple take out the trash yourself. Take the dish out of the sink, and put the dish in the dishwasher. Sit and enjoy the completely uninteresting program your loved one finds himself enthralled in.

Is it so hard? Maybe you will learn something new, enjoy a new form of pastime or acquire a new topic of discussion to throw in the mix. And maybe, when you sit there next to him, enjoying the un-enjoyable, he will cuddle up next to you and rub your shoulders, because in the end all that matters to him, is you.

To each their own, and for those of you who aspire to one day place a crown upon your brow, then good luck and God speed to you! However, I'm happy to say that in my years of marriage, I enjoy treating my husband like a king, and in turn, I feel like a queen every day of my life.

Now off to see what our little prince's are getting into! More than 2 solid minutes of quiet can only mean two things, a nap, and sneakiness, and it sure isnt nap time!

God bless - may all your fairytale wishes come true! <3<3

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Commitment Issues, Neurosis and Craftiness

I love to blog. I really do. Now, you might be sitting there thinking, surely, if you enjoyed permanently sharing your every whim with the world, wouldn't your blog consist of daily posts rather than quarterly ones?

And you would be right my friend. So right. I continue to promise myself that no matter how my day unfolds, I will steal a few moments to write something fun and silly so I can look back on my wonderful days and chuckle at long lost seemingly insignificant memories that are everyday events to me, but will be so treasured when my boys no longer engage with me the way I have the pleasure of experiencing today, and yesterday, and tomorrow, and probably next week.

However, it seems like I have a problem with committing myself to the task. A witty and humorous retort on Facebook is one thing - but to sit down and actually dedicate a continued amount of time, regardless of how long or short it might be, to ramble on incoherently about things no one else will probably look at anyway? I mean, it just sounds like so much work.

Sit still? You dont understand, I'm the person who hates telephone calls, but can hold conversations for hours via text. I can socially "LOL" my way around networking sites, but its because I only need to find myself funny for 3 seconds at a time before I return to my wild Ardlings and other motherly duties.

However, thanks to a dear old friend who I stumbled upon on Facebook, with her wit and charm and do-it-all-ness that makes any wannabe wonder woman take a step back and feel like she needs to step up her game, if you dont believe me, check our her fabulous life at her blog, House Unseen. Life Unscripted. . She's an inspiration, and brilliantly comedic, and I think I might try to do it.

Make the commitment. Write in pen, not pencil. Buy my blog a nice solitaire 1.5 ct ring and get on one knee and pledge my dedication to it, not haphazardly, but wholeheartedly. So that one day, I can look back and read through a collection of events our little family had the pleasure of experiencing, and maybe bring a smile to my face when my boys are off to college and too cool for mom.

Maybe. LOL

So, before I go on a tyrant little rant about the wondrous and joyful Easter weekend we had at the Ard household, I have to say that I completely and utterly applaud all of you mommies out there who enjoy the creative extremities of their little people!

Those oh so joyful moments of "Look mommy, a mud pie!" or "Mommy, look, cereal can be like paint!" or "Mommy, mommy, mommy!!! We made a bath on the floor!!!"

Of course I could go on and on and on, but we can just let your imaginations fill in the blanks on the day to day silliness having children under school age can bring to any home!

Back to my point though, I need to learn to be a little more devil-may-care, because even when engaging in purposeful tasks which inevitably result in messiness (ie finger-painting, baking, icing cupcakes, etc) I have this strategic assembly line established to move through at least five phases of cleansing before a mess even happens!

LOL - good thing most people aren't around to witness my neurosis, just my poor hubby who by now thinks this type of behavior is normal.

So much in fact that when we go out to dinner and he sees a family with children smacking their hands into their mashed potatoes and throwing peas and spilling drinks, hes in complete disarray and confusion, wondering where on earth their mother is, with her wet naps, vacuum, trash bags and sanitizer on hand to scoop it all up as its happening and manipulate the still buckled into their highchair toddlers into a fresh new pair of clothes so that the appearance of a perfectly executed meal was accomplished. The outrage! LOL

However, I must say that despite the enabling of it all, I am blessed to know my husband would rather think the whole wide world is crazy, nuts, insane, bonkers, and any other adjectives you can find to describe my actual behavior, than to think his dear sweet little wife is anything but perfect. I love him to pieces!

Anyway, my hat goes off to all your mommies out there! Perhaps one day I will have a reaction to spaghetti art that leans more towards "Ooooo, thats amazing, I especially like the way you used carrot sticks to make hair on this sgetti-monster" instead of "Oh....my.....that's one way to enjoy your dinner, but you know what would be MORE fun! I'm talking super duper fun!!! A vacuum and some wipes, lets go!!!"

Our poor boys are now living with this insane idea that cleaning products are just a special form of toy they get to play with when mommy says its time, haha. Poor little boys, but one day, yes one day in the very very VERY far away future, their wives might appreciate it!

So anyway, my mom and grandparents came into town for Easter weekend, and we all had a glorious time enjoying each others company! Seeing as my mom is in Connecticut, and my grandparents are in San Antonio, I definitely don't see any of them as often as I would like, and I always worry that the boys might be a little distant and shy because it takes a few moments to get used to people they aren't around all the time.

However, much to my delight, they were all over my grandparents like stink bugs on the stink! That's right, Aiden immediately grabbed my grandpa's hand and showed him all around his playroom, his other playroom, his room, his toys, the different types of fire trucks he had, why a fire truck was different than a fire engine and how people confuse them, the different types of guns he had, how to use his tennis racquet to hit a balloon, the best way to blow a bubble, and so on and so forth for approximately 14 hours of madness.

It was the sweetest thing though! I couldn't be happier that my dear mum decided on having them fly in for the day!

Well Easter weekend in whole, consisted of lots, and lots of treat making. I'm talking about cupcakes, mini sweet breads, cookies shaped like baskets which turned out after several trial and error attempts to be delightfully structurally sound and delicious! Sneak a peek!


Spectacular cupcakes!



The boys made MOST of them, honest! Under my strict and frantic guidance.



See! PROOF! They did it, this is before they thought that the coffee table might look better if it was a nice shade of pastel green, hahaha.



We also crafted some handy egg-gathering baskets since their Easter baskets were just not functional for any kind of hunt!







The back!


I thought these were SO cute, but despite how much I wanted to hide them away and showcase them for years and years to come, and chuckle at my craftiness, I decided to ACTUALLY allow them to use them not only for the hunt, but for snacks, and eventually, yes....as a water bucket. So sad to see them go, but the boys enjoyed them for almost as long as it took us to make them, and THATS what matters! LOL

All in all, I was so excited about this Easter! Talking to the boys about God, about His sacrifices, about His son, making the ultimate sacrifice for all of us, so that we could have a chance to understand God's will and become better people, and how wonderful and awe inspiring his life was.

How here we are, 2000+ years later, and we are still mourning, crying, feeling, loving, reflecting, praying, thanking and living. Thank you Jesus, for setting the ultimate example for us poor unsettled and unsure little spirits.

Thank you God, for our world, our lives, our love, our family, our friends, our chance to make choices in this life, to experience all the wonder you have given us!

Who could even ask for more? Not I. I have the best family in the world and I couldnt be happier! I love them all so much it hurts!


My attempt at trying to get Daddy and the boys together. Silly me. Kids....on Easter.....filled up on sugar...sitting still. Ya right! LOL



My littlest monkey!



My big boy!



The Ardlings, myself and Patton


Well, thats all for now. Hunger is upon my boys even though they just devoured their body weight in turkey for lunch, and its still early for dinner, but alas, I'm up to the plate! Literally speaking in fact, LOL.

In this life, I would have to say, that in the Ard Household, we're all happier than stink bugs on the stink.

God bless! <3

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Happy Birthday, Monkey!

Two years ago today, I was holding our newborn little Carson Alexander Ard, sweet little angel!

The last few years have flown so quickly - in a way that reminds you of those graceful and wise comments from older generations as they visited in his first few hours, warning us of the dangers of falling in love with that new baby smell that shall dissipate before we have a chance to capture it fully.

How right they were! There are still times, after baths, and before bed, where for a few moments I get to snuggle and cuddle my little guys as if they were still those helpless little completely dependent creatures. Yet, here they are, strong, independent, willful, assertive, intelligent, playful and decisive. I couldnt be prouder, but I must admit sometimes I miss the feeling of their complete and utter NEED for mommy!

Although, thats not entirely gone just yet, but as each day, week, month, passes, I find my little baby, wanting to play with his blocks, instead of cuddle and read, or wanting to run around and play tag with brother, instead of help mommy in the kitchen.

Is this how it starts? Before the time comes when I no longer warrant a hug in public, or god forbid, those dreaded unanswered phone calls that boys are so known for in their teens. Sniff. Sniff. Can life slow down just a little bit please?

Luckily for me, the hubbs has been warning me about this for years, and has offered himself and his unconditional love up as a constant and never ending surety, when the affection of my boys inevitably dwindles down to a once a month phone call.

Hopefully, the coming decades will skill me in the art of motherly guilt, so that I can ensure daily devotion! LOL Sure, perhaps a momma's boy isnt all that socially affable, however, the thought of tucking my boys into bed, footie jammies and a warm glass of milk while they are in their 40s sure makes me chuckle. HeHe

Well, on a less depressing note, we cant wait for his little birthday party this weekend! We couldn't be happier that he inherited our absolute LOVE for animals, in a way that Aiden just never really has. He should LOVE Rainforest Cafe! Aiden has been there before, but as with everything animal, he wasnt all that impressed with the atmosphere, haha. Nor the zoo, the aquarium, or the safari's we have taken him on....Carson however, is illuminated by that brilliantly wide eyed wonder at all of Gods creatures! Its incredible to see that LOOK! You know the one, that look of just pure awe.

In honor of his birthday though, we are having a mini-party with just us fab four! Some mini-bacon cheese burgers, fresh fruit salad, french fries, a teenie little cake and a few gifts, when he saw me wrapping a few presents last night he was SO excited and ready to tear into them! Mission accomplished!

I'm proud of myself for being patient as well! One of his gifts, the one I happened to be the most excited about, is a nearly 10' x 6' Ball pit, with multiple games and accessories! It was in stock at the beginning of the week, but sadly when Zane went to pick it up yesterday, it was gone....and unavailable online.......and out of stock at Target.....and not carried at Walmart....or Toys R Us. As you can imagine, I was frantic, because I just HAD to have this thing!

Luckily, I found it online from a direct from the manufacturer site, and it will be here late, but it will be here. However, in this circumstance, generally I would be running frantic to find a substitute, probably 3x more expensive with lesser quality JUST to have it in time! But...I sucked it up, and realized that it was worth the wait to get him (well...them) something fabulous!

Hooray for patience! Not my finest point, and I have to say, its thanks to big brother Army. Learning to accept things out of my control has given me a new sense of calm and understanding that was lacking in previous years when it came to plans falling apart. LOL Thanks Army! <3

Speaking of which, less than 3 months until my hubbs ships off again, which....I have mixed feelings about. Part of me is looking forward to him finally getting done with this next phase of training and part of me is remembering what it was like to be without him for 14 weeks....and heres another 16+ weeks straight ahead. Although, considering I know so many women whose husbands are deployed, I dont really feel like I will have a right to be that sad about being away, but whether its a week, a month, or a year, absence of the one you love is absence. Duration matters, but it still saddens me to be away.

In the meantime, we are having a great time spending as much quality time together as a family! Daddy did however get a promotion at work, so he's been a little busier, but I see him loving the thrill and excitement of being able to train, inspire and motivate others from a managerial standpoint, and that spark is amazing to see for him!

Not to mention with him away, the house remains spic and span 99.9% of the time! I dont know how it happens, I run to the grocery store for an hour and come back to tornado alley, but I can stay home with the kids all day, running around, playing games, and when he comes home the house is spotless give or take a toy or two that has been removed from any of the play areas. High five to mothers everywhere, its a gift. :)

Anyway, enough of my rambling, off to wake the boys and start them off to a fantastic day! I feel so blessed to have such an amazing little family, incredible little boys who are sweet and perfect, and an outstanding husband who is forever loving, supportive and my daily inspiration!

Thank you God, I couldnt have wished for a better life, because I never would have come close to imagining this level of serenity available to me on earth!

Make it a blessed day! <3

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Quarterly Report

Well....not exactly, but considering I haven't written since mid-December it does kind of feel like it! LOL

Things are great, aside from the fact that the days are now going by so fast that I feel like we JUST celebrated New Years, yet here I am planning Carson's 2nd Birthday, which is taking place towards the end of MARCH. I mean really, where does the time go?

Now I understand the onset of senility...one moment your babies are, well babies and the next, they are using complex word structure, making independent decisions about what they like and dislike and setting goals for themselves.

And all before Kinder! School....scares me. Other kids, scare me. I need to get over it and step by step I am doing better, we even let Aiden go for a week long visit to visit the Wolf Family (aka Yaya & Papa Wolf) and although it took me a few hours to pack through the tears, and I was counting down the hours until he came home, it wasnt so bad.

Well, I guess I can catch it all up, Christmas was great! We bought the boys this HUGE storybook cottage, a new XBox and a bunch of other stuff I cant remember now because Ive slept since then, haha, but they loved it!

We have enjoyed a few family staycations - visited MidEvil times, Fossil Rim, Dinosaur World, and a few other family friendly things around the metroplex!

All this free time is getting to me though, oh yeah, so my little ever present "cold" eventually took me to the ER (after the doc of course) and it turns out that was good because my Kidneys had a really bad infection that was spreading to other organs, bladder and such. They believe I may have had stones, but couldn't see any, so either they passed, or the fact that I was sick and the infection was pretty bad it could have fogged the imaging.

Annnyywayyy, so I was better for a while, but now apparently another bug has made its way into the Ard home, and all of us are again, coughing, sneezing and fatigued.

Good Lord, if only I could remember what it felt like to NOT have someone in this house with the sniffles.

We found out the date for when Daddy ships out again, and its just getting closer and closer, but hopefully it will go quickly. He should only be gone about 4-4.5 months, hopefully not much longer, so considering we have all gone through the whole, daddy has to be gone for a few months thing with the boys, I am praying it will be easier - plus considering he will be in state, when and if he has any weekend passes, I can drive down in 6 hours! Yay!

We had originally planned on moving all of us together for a year while he was in training, but as it inched closer, and with our plans for the future, we figured we would just go ahead and stay here, and move once he gets home. Maybe by then we will have a little more money saved up and will have a better idea of what suits our budget a little better.

We just wanted to avoid moving and getting into something that suits our budget now, and then wanted to upsize when he got back - it just makes more sense for us to stay in this house. Besides we've lived here almost 2 years, and the boys are comfortable here, although, I CANT WAIT until we can move.

Quickly we have overgrown the house, and while its my fault, I am running out of places to put the boys toys and clothes! They need bigger closets, more toy boxes, a garage for larger toys so I can cycle them out occasionally, etc.

Right now their bedroom, the playroom and the 2nd playroom are completely jam-packed haha, good for them, but I would like to reclaim some parts of our real estate! LOL

There are a lot more wonderful developments under wraps that are super top secret, haha, so dont ask, because I hate to lie, but I will if I must to protect the innocent, hahaha.

Looking SO forward to the next couple of weeks which God willingly, may offer some new opportunities for the family!

Well, it looks like my boys are no longer interested in the puzzle they were working on and are now pretending its "rain", so its time for Mother Nature to stand in and do some shoveling! Oh joy! :-D

Have a blessed and happy day!

God Bless!

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