tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20292832148011814152024-03-13T03:41:17.745-07:00One Country Girl, Three Little FuzziesGet to know our family of six and take a tour through my life. The up's, the down's, parenthood, the hunting, the fishing, scoliosis, and fuzzy creatures!Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-67225456138813846132016-03-31T22:14:00.003-07:002016-03-31T22:14:37.576-07:00I'm that Mom<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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This probably sounds strange because I have been a parent
for a while now, but tonight I realized I am a Mom. Not just a Mom, but a Mom
with separation anxiety. The boy went to spend a few days with his Naw and I
had all of these grand plans about the homework I would get done, the lawn I
would mow and the house that I would clean but… so far all I have done is stalk
my sister’s snapchat to look at pictures of the boy and my Mom’s Facebook.
Haven’t started on the homework due tomorrow and if I spend all day tomorrow
doing homework chances are that the lawn will not be mowed and the house will
not be cleaned. I guess it’s a good thing we were planning on a few days.</div>
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This isn’t even the first time we have been a way from each
other for more than a day. Although in all honesty this happens every single
time. I immediately start to go in to full scale panic mode every time we are
apart. You should have seen me on my deer hunting trip this last October. I
thought my Papa Bear was going to eventually lose it on me every time I brought
up how crazy I was feeling. His response was something along the lines of, “Daughter,
it is good for both of you. Do you want him to be a man one day? Or would you
like him to be one of those boys who allows his mother to control every part of
his life? And you better not choose the second option. I mean it Daughter! Let
the boy be a man.” My response was something along the lines of… “But he is 2.”
Apparently that is an irrelevant statement. </div>
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Even stranger, I now feel like I can understand what Murphy
is going through every time I leave the house. You see, no one loves me the way
my old coydog does. Every time I get ready to go somewhere, even if it’s just
to the store Murph does this crazy pace next to the door while shaking so uncontrollably
I’m afraid he is going to have a seizure bit. I can kind of understand his
level of intensity. I must look like this every time I am not with my child.
Wild eyed, heart pounding, pacing next to the front door. I’m totally kidding
by the way. I keep it a little more under control than Murphy does.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did I have a life
pre-Boogie? If I did, I can’t really remember it. I slightly remember nights
standing in my kitchen with mix matched socks on, reading a book propped up on
the island, and eating pickles directly out of the jar. (Why did my husband
marry me again? I sound like a total catch, huh?) That is about the extent of
my pre-Boogie and pre-Baby Daddy days that I can really remember. According to
Facebook and the “See Your Memories” option, I had a pretty eventful life
pre-family but some times when I look at photos of all of my adventures I can’t
help but feel like I am looking at photos that belong to another person. What
the hell is going on here? </div>
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It’s so strange how becoming a parent defines a person. I am
no longer me. I am his mother… with separation anxiety. </div>
Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-40862102010540854752015-09-19T01:22:00.000-07:002015-09-19T01:22:23.581-07:00Indian SummerIt's Friday night... well technically it is now Saturday morning and I am sitting here, watching VJ Loco and realizing just how un-hip I am these days. It's ok, I have come to terms with it.<br />
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So let's talk about this last summer because so many fun things happened.<br />
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First of all, SHE came home. The Gypsy is finally in my possession after a whole year of waiting and planning and moving. We have so much work ahead of us but as of right now she's in enough shape that she can be used. I take full advantage of this whenever I can. In fact there are bags sitting right next to my front door because we are off Sunday for vacation and birthday time in the Gypsy. I feel so blessed to have her. In fact, I would just like to say, I am blessed to have family who held on to her for me.<br />
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In case you don't know the whole story of the Gypsy let me tell you:<br />
So my Great Grandparents (technically my "step" great grandparents) had the Gypsy and I have been in LOVE with her for quite some time. I've had this vision as long as I can remember of just traveling around, being a little hippie/gypsy, and raising my family out in the wilderness. I blame it primarily on being raised half of the time on the Ranch where we were given free reign to run wild like a bunch of wild indians and also on the weekend adventures my family and I had in the Capitan Mountains. The idea of just being able to do whatever the hell I want or go wherever I want just appeals to me. So, the Gypsy always fit into this vision and I begged and pleaded to be on the call list for the day Grandma and Grandpa decided that it was time to let her go. That day came a little over a year ago when my Mom called and said, "Grandma Mae called this morning. They are ready to sell the Silver Streak and they want X amount. Are you still interested?" and I was all... "Sorry there Mom, gonna have to call you back." Or something like that. Then there was a whole year after I bought her that she just had to sit while we moved around three times and tried to settle. Finally the day came to bring her home and it's been bliss. Well bliss until the day that I got the quote back from the collision center anyways. Sometime in the late 70's she was drug down into a ditch and through a few trees. One side of her looks pretty awesome but the other, not so much and Silver Streak is no longer in business. This means that all of her aluminum will have to be matched and made just for her. So basically I am facing a $10K bill to get her fixed. I know she will be worth it but I have been struggling with the fact that I just want her done RIGHT NOW! I can not even begin to touch the interior until we see what's under the skin. (If you know me and how much I LOVE to paint, you know this is hard for me.) I am giving myself a year to save up everything I need to complete this project because I would love for my great grandparents to see the end result. Wish me luck.<br />
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Also this summer......<br />
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We spent a lot of time in the mountains because I want Reeves to feel like the mountains are home as much as I do. I'm gonna let you guys in on a little secret, are you ready? Here we go... I am not Roswell's biggest fan. Let me tell you why. So, if you know me or you have been around awhile you know that I have previous ties to Roswell. My ex-husband is from Roswell and I spent our entire marriage trying to not move here. So the fact that I end up here anyways is a little ironic. However, I just do not feel like this is where I belong or where I want my boy to grow up. I just envision him growing up like I did, I want him to experience what I did. I want him to learn to Ski and Snowboard, I want him to be in FFA, I want him to run wild in the mountains, I want him to hunt and fish, I want him to terrorize the hell out of Papa Bear.....<br />
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Which he kind of already does and this is so much fun for me. Papa Bear thinks that I am paying for my own raising with this one. Ha, I will just be sending little Boog to him so really he is the loser in this one. #Iwin<br />
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This summer has been fun though even though it really ended in August for us when classes started back up. One more semester after this kids. It's so close I can almost touch it!<br />
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Oh and one more thing....... In one week I will be the mother of a two year old......<br />
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Is this real life? Is this really happening? A two year old boy that calls me Momma? I can't even comprehend. I feel like the universe is playing a joke on me because let's be honest, sometimes I wonder if he is really mine. I can barely remember being pregnant (Which does NOT make me want another), but now I have a two year old. Pshhh.... it's to fast.<br />
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<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-79228604888909204132015-07-19T00:28:00.002-07:002015-07-19T00:29:16.793-07:00Reconsider tradition? Nope. Not here. <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Are you ready? I hope so because I am about to speak my
mind.</div>
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I know it’s been awhile since my last blog post. Then again,
when have I ever taken the time to post in a timely or organized fashion? ….. Yeah,
never. Recently however I took a Facebook hiatus to do a little soul searching
and disconnect from the world. Clearly it was the wrong time to do such a thing
because shit went bat shit crazy during that time. So here I am, back again on
my blog and Facebook to speak my mind. If you don’t like what I have to say
then please, unfriend me and help me weed out the herd.</div>
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My post this evening is geared toward Mr. Bruce Jenner and
no I will not be referring to him as “Caitlyn” because in my mind, “Caitlyn”
does not exist. Let me tell you why I have such a huge problem with “Caitlyn”….</div>
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I was born a female with multiple birth defects to sixteen year
old parents. I have a condition known as camptodactyly in my left hand, meaning
that my left hand besides my index finger and thumb is basically useless. I was
also born with a severe case of congenital scoliosis and have had three spinal
fusions/hardware placement/hardware removals. I also underwent a C-section
after thirty-six long hours of labor to have my baby because of all of this. If
that’s not enough, let’s talk about my first pregnancy, that’s right folks, I
have had a miscarriage, fibroids, ovarian cyst, and let’s talk about those
super fun shots you get when you carry an Rh factor. However, apparently none
of the things that I have gone through as a woman or human being compare to
what Bruce Jenner had to go through to “become” a woman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That fool is up there receiving awards,
contracts, and money to run around and dress like me? What the…. You are
kidding me right? </div>
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Let me tell you something… I am not perfect. I have made a
lot of huge mistakes in my life. I have been divorced, I have hurt people, I
drink, I cuss, and in general I just don’t care what others do but when someone
makes my gender or the things I have accomplished as a WOMAN seem trivial I
have a huge issue with it and I feel like you should too. I have to ask, what
happened to having just a little bit of morals? At what point do people put
their foot down and ask, “What the hell happened and how can we fix it?” I feel
like we have gone way, way, too far. </div>
Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-74883108835350384072015-04-07T23:09:00.002-07:002015-04-08T00:07:49.187-07:00I've got a Gypsy Soul I have been a little bit of everywhere but here lately. In case you followed me on Facebook you may have recently noticed that I deleted my page for awhile. I have not decided whether or not I will be back on but after a lot of contemplating I decided I needed to switch things up. I began noticing that I spend a lot of time on social media and I just felt like disconnecting for awhile. I can still be found on Instagram and Twitter but I just needed to get away from Facebook. Also, I have a really hard time with all of the postings I see about children being kidnapped, or dying, or murdered on Facebook and I just could not stand to look at anymore posts like that. It's kind of funny how I inherited a bleeding heart the first time I laid eyes on my own sweet Baby Love. Now my heart just breaks every time I read about a neglected child. Not these things didn't bother me before but they really do now. <br />
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So anyways, this last weekend, Easter weekend I decided to pack up the kiddo and head off to the lake to meet up with my rowdy family. It was so nice to get away for awhile and just do something different. Unfortunately my Sugar Daddy was stuck slaving away at work and man I sure did miss him. My time at the lake was very much needed and appreciated though. I had the opportunity to hang out with some of my favorite great grandparents and my parents. It was a lot like the olden days except the fact that we were missing our sweet Grammy. Missing her is never going to get any easier I am afraid. Cancer is such a bitch, it just never stops taking away.<br />
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Anyways, during our trip we first stopped off in Capitan to have lunch with my Maw, Papa, and Nanny. I should have taken some pictures but I didn't. :( I hadn't yet realized that my camera had started working on my iPhone again. Some cute little Baby I know recently slammed my iPhone on the ground so hard that it had stopped working for awhile. After Capitan and one blow out on my parents camper though we finally made it to Grandma Mae and Grumpy Grandpa's house so we could load them up and head to the lake. While there I was able to snap this sweet photo after noticing my camera feature miraculously started working again.... <br />
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Here Baby is examining Grammy's memorial garden at Grandma Mae's. I love everything about this picture. Ugh and man does it make me miss her even more.<br />
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I also took a moment to run down the hill and visit my Gypsy Streak. If you have been reading for awhile you know that my husband and I purchased my great grandparents 1966 Silver Streak from them a year ago. I have grand plans to bring my sweet little Glamper back to life and it is a good thing I married such a skilled and amazing contractor to help me with this project because let me tell you, my Silver Gypsy needs a ton of TLC! We are still undecided on whether we want to continue stripping her down completely, changing the floor plans and everything or build off of what can be salvaged. Whatever happens though, I just know she will be a sight to behold one day.<br />
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This is one of my favorite features on her! Yes that is in fact a real screen door! So fun.<br />
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And look at that butt! I love, love, love the double taillights and storage compartment. Such a retro feel going on. Tonight while doing more research I located a guy who is licenses to replicate her original emblems that were lost during a hail storm.<br />
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I feel incredibly lucky to own such a nostalgic piece of history no matter what shape she is in now and I know that I have a lot of dreams and hard work ahead of me to make her into what I want but I am so in love with this thing I do not even care.The first time I ever laid eyes upon her I knew that I had to have her. I am hoping that by next year she will be road and camp worthy because she turns 50 next year. Also, in all of my research I am learning that she is very rare. For every hundred remodeled Airstream I find, I find maybe one Silver Streak.<br />
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We finally made it to the lake though and the first morning Dad and I headed up to the river to start putting in trot lines. This was the first time that I have ever gotten to go up and set lines and I have to say, I am really grateful to have parents that have always been teachers. This one here especially has always gone out of his way to teach me something new. I am pretty sure that I could survive in the wild because of all of the things that this guy has taught me throughout my lifetime. It was just really nice to spend time with my Dad. When I am around him I get to be my 10 year old tomboy self again.<br />
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Check out some of the monsters that we caught! Mmmmhmmmm! Tasty, tasty, little catfish! I can taste Grandma Mae's Christmas catfish dinner now!<br />
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It was also nice to just hang out and drink a few beers with Grumpy Grandpa and Grandma Mae, talk fishing, and Glamper plans. I love these two because at 92 and 85 they are both little firecrackers.<br />
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And speaking of little firecrackers... my cute little Man Cub hunted Easter eggs while we there and spent a whole lot of time being spoiled rotten by his Nana. My Mom, the Nana, went a little crazy with this one and trust me, he didn't mind at all. <br />
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On the way home Baby and I stopped back in Capitan to visit with Maw, Nanny, Papa, and my aunt Sissy again. I love being home in the mountains and seeing my sweet Baby interact with my family. Baby has a huge love affair going on with anything that flies, planes, helicopters, birds, etc. which works out perfectly because Papa has a collection of flying toys. Every time we are there he gets out a remote controlled helicopter or hover craft and flies them around the house while baby sits and watches. It's so adorable.<br />
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On a heavier note, my husband's sweet grandmother passed away today so we will be taking off to the City of Crosses as soon as service plans have been made. My heart hurts for my little family tonight even though we all know she is in such a better place now. Losing grandparents is such a hard thing. If you still have them, make sure you spend every moment you can with them. I know that I would give anything to spend just one more day with the ones that I have lost. <br />
<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-10198975359237565712015-02-21T16:45:00.000-08:002015-02-21T16:45:21.701-08:00The Return of Fatty McFat CatHello Everybody! I know... once again it has been awhile since I sat down and blogged. Life has been... chaotic lately. We have had it a little rough these last few months and then some but finally we are beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or at least I hope we are.<br />
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In the beginning of January we moved back to good ol' New Mexico and the first thing we did is walk into a flooded rental home. *Sigh* what a way to welcome us back New Mexico! On this same night Baby Daddy went slipping and sliding out the back door and down the back porch steps and broke his ankle, just two days before he was supposed to start his new job. Thankfully he was put on a medical leave so he didn't loose his job but that also meant no real income flowing in. Thankfully we had just enough in savings to get by but that savings was meant to start looking to purchase a place so we are back at square one but hoping and praying we can get back on our feet again soon so we can purchase our first home together and stop all this moving and renting because let's face it, no one wants to hear me whine and moan about moving again any time soo! I am kind of tired of it myself. Baby Daddy had his cast removed yesterday and is now in a walking boot. Hopefully he will be back at work soon, for his sake mainly. Homeskillet was about to drive me crazy with all his stir craziness. <br />
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All of this moving has been super hard on my back so this last week I finally sucked it up and we took a trip to ABQ to see my specialist. I was afraid that I was developing symptoms for Flatback syndrome which is something those of us with Harrington rods are at a big risk for but it turns out that I have actually developed a case of radiculopathy which is a big word meaning I have a whole bunch of nerve damage. In order to treat it I am going to start physical therapy and go back to ABQ in May so we can determine whether or not that is helping. If it doesn't then my Dr. wants to start medication or injections. Both of which I am not down with sooo.... pray the PT helps! I have had some of the injections before and did not enjoy them one single bit.<br />
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The trip was nice though. It was nice to just get away for a day and be away from everything that has been happening here. Plus some Baby I know got to live it up at Toys R Us, Baby Daddy made a trip to Sportsman's and Charlies and of course, I could not resist a trip to Sephora for the new Tarte Tartelette palette that I have been dying to have! Funny how as soon as you move back into rural America you pick up old habits again. Like saving up all of your shopping for the moment you get to "go to town". <br />
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Baby Love is busy teething and talking and has recently started walking more. He is a late bloomer in the walking department. When we lived in Texas he had started learning to walk but one day he had a pretty bad fall on our tile floor which resulted in him deciding that crawling was much easier and safer. I am not sure if I am ready for this though. This walking business is opening a whole new world and more things to climb on that he didn't really notice before. I have a lot of issues lately with him getting so big. Where has the time gone? I feel like it's flying by! <br />
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In other news... the chosen one has returned to us! <br />
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While Baby, Ti, and I are soooo excited to have him home Daddy is not as excited.<br />
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Baby Daddy: WHAT?! Why is your mom bringing the cat?<br />
Me: He's my cat! Why wouldn't she?<br />
Baby Daddy: Because we GAVE him to her.<br />
Me: No we did not!<br />
Baby Daddy: Well I did.<br />
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I guess he is a little more accepting this week. I did catch him singing his version of soft kitty to DaBear the other night.<br />
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Baby Daddy: Fat Kitty, Round kitty, Little ball of laaarrrdddd.<br />
Me:What are you doing?<br />
Baby Daddy: letting him know how I feel about him. <br />
<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-45506547903164767962014-12-30T22:08:00.000-08:002014-12-30T22:47:21.993-08:00Too Faced Let's be honest here, I have a serious problem or more of a serious obsession...<br />
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with makeup. Well mostly Too Faced products. So whenever the new Semi Sweet Chocolate Bar was announced I was ecstatic. As soon as I could order it on Sephora I did and then I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally today it arrived and....<br />
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it looked like this. Actually not even like this. This is after I spent forever cleaning it up. Actually it looked like a black sandy mess when I first opened the box. Whoever packed this needs to relearn how to pack a palette that is going to be shipped across the country. Seriously, there wasn't any packing material in the box except one tiny square of bubble wrap on the bottom of the box. Come on Sephora! Ugh! They are sending me another and lets hope that this time it makes it all in one piece. The waiting again is going to be killer though. So disappointing. I know.. no one probably actually cares about this except my select few friends that are also makeup hoarders. Not everyone has had the opportunity to have their lives changed by a Chocolate Bar. :)<br />
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Anyways, we are on the home stretch as far as moving goes now. All of the last of our stuff is pretty much in the trailer but we have been iced in by the ice storm going on here in Odessa. Also let's talk about this ice storm business for a second. I thought people were messing around with me when they told me that they receive these here. Ice storms are a little frightening. I can drive in the snow, the rain, you name it but there is no way I am leaving my little niche in this stuff again. This whole thing doesn't even make sense to me or Baby Daddy. We both are having a hard time understanding how it could be so cold here, with some kind of moisture falling from the sky yet, it's not snow. Shouldn't it be snow? (Don't start rattling off a bunch of meteorology jargon to me either. Just let me have my rant.) And drivers... ok, I thought that Texas drivers were scary before... this is like Ruidoso after a snowstorm during Christmas break times fifty when they are all coming off the ski mountain and no one owns a four wheel drive. Just saying. I have to get out of here ASAP.<br />
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Also, would you like to hear a fun story.... According to my neighbor we literally dodged a bullet a few nights ago. While we were in New Mexico someone decided to go up and down our street and shoot every one's vehicles up. Thankfully we had both of our pickups with us and they missed Baby Daddy's work pickup but man... I am going to be so glad to be out of this place in a few days. (And we live in the nice part of town!) <br />
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-85178452264664302552014-12-13T23:09:00.002-08:002014-12-13T23:15:40.036-08:00Cue Phil Collins... So take, take me home.....The semester is over! Thank you Baby Jesus! Now the fun part begins... moving.<br />
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"I'm going to burn all of this $h!t to the ground next time we have to
move because I AM NOT moving all of these things <u>again</u>.", I say this
every single time we get ready to move and every time we move guess what
happens.....nothing. I pack every single little nic-nac and useless
item we own. *banging head on desk* Why? Why must we have so many
things? It is a little alarming to me that we own enough crap to fill a
three bedroom house yet we do not actually own a three bedroom house.
Also, Baby Daddy and I have been married two years and have lived in
four houses. FOUR kids! F-O-U-R! About to be five. We must enjoy this sick punishment in
which we keep dealing out to ourselves. I don't have any other way to
explain it. *sigh*However we did find a house....<br />
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There it is... can you see it? Hehe. So our "new house" is actually very old and in need of some SERIOUS t.l.c. but before we discuss what is wrong with this house lets talk about what is awesome about this house. First of all, do you see my neighbors? No? Oh... that's right... I DO NOT HAVE NEIGHBORS. Well not "real" neighbors. I mean people live down the road from us but not close enough that my dogs are going to go bat shit crazy every time one of them walks outside of their house. Not close enough that I have to hear them walking past my bedroom windows with their idiot girlfriend who laughs like a dolphin at all hours of the night. No... my neighbors are cows and cranes and Canadian geese (depending on the time of the year), and quite frankly I enjoy listening to them. If you are wondering about all of that blank space around us, that is the cotton field that my house sits in the middle of. We were lucky enough to find a rental right smack dab in the middle of a farm.<br />
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Also price was a major deciding factor. Well not really, I was probably going to go with this anyways but we will be paying $1,200 less every month compared to our current house and almost all of our utilities are included in our rent. So yeah.... Odessa rentals are a RIP OFF. <br />
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We also really loved this house because they are down with us parking all of our crap, three vehicles, the glamper, Baby Daddy's trailer, and they are cool with all of my Fuzzies! That means it is time for my Junk Yard Cat to come home! I am so happy to have my DaBear kitten back and I am pretty sure my parents are ready too. Well... maybe Mom. Surprisingly Dad is objecting to this because they are now officially "buddies". <br />
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However, I have to admit that even with all of the things that we are looking forward to, there are some negatives to this house. For one it is super small. Most of our things are going to storage which isn't entirely bad because honestly I have wanted to get rid of a lot of things but we will have to pay for a storage until we can whittle all of the things down. Also the house is not in great shape. It needs new flooring throughout the whole house and we are going to have to paint it at some point. Who ever lived there previously tried to cover up stuff on the walls by taking glossy white paint and painting over whatever it was on what is more of a matte white so there are awful looking paint marks everywhere and if you have ever walked into a house with my husband you would know that things like this drive the contractor in him absolutely CRAZY. The good news is, the farmer that owns the house has given me the green light to do whatever I want and if you know me, then you know that I have an obsession with painting. The poor Capitan house was constantly being painted. <br />
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The other con is... we live across the road from a dairy. Well, it's not that big of a con if you consider how great the dove hunting will be right there basically out our back door but the smell. Eek. That should be interesting. I keep thinking to myself, "Self, you grew up in Clayton, not even that... you grew up spending all of your out of school/away from the ranch time with your Dad either in a corn field cutting silage or in the semi at the feedlot this should be like coming home." I am also a little worried about how my husband will end up feeling about this. Even though he is rugged and outdoorsy I am not sure how he will adapt to this detail. Hopefully well because I am NOT moving back into town. <br />
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On another note... BabyLove and I decided to start a new tradition together. After lots of Pinterest research we decided to start a 12 Nights of Christmas reading tradition. I purchased 12 Christmas books and wrapped each. Every night starting on December 12th Baby chooses one and unwraps it so I can read it to him. So far it has been so much fun and I think he is really enjoying it. On the first night we read "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer's Slide and Find".<br />
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Daddy and Tiberius helped pick out the first book. </div>
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He loves interactive books... </div>
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And the Island of Misfit toys train and plane. (of course)</div>
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Tonight was our second night and unfortunately Daddy wasn't able to be home because he ended up working late. Tiberius was still an excellent helper and listened to us read, "The Polar Bear who Saved Christmas"</div>
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He opened this one all by himself after I got it started for him. Momma tends to go a little crazy with the tape. </div>
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Little Smarty Pants Kid! </div>
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This was such a fun book! </div>
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It worked out perfectly that we started this on the 12th. Apparently I still suck at math because my husband pointed out to me that we would actually be done on the 23rd with all of our books and not on the 24th like I was thinking but we open presents on Christmas Eve so he will be to busy with new toys and will not care about reading I assume. Stay tuned for more 12 Nights of Christmas reading posts. I was able to find some pretty neat books this year! </div>
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<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-69799695567149248012014-10-23T22:36:00.001-07:002014-10-23T22:36:01.840-07:00#575 #505 ... For life yo! I've been on a little bit of a blogging hiatus lately because things have been super busy. Also, I'm a little bit lazy. My apologies. Between school, raising a one year old (Note: I have yet to come to terms with this.), Baby Daddy's work schedule, and being stuck in Tex-ass I just haven't found the energy to sit down and write. This month has also been a little hard for me. A year ago we lost our sweet Grammy and it still feels like it was yesterday because not only am I lazy, I'm also really, really, really bad at mourning.<br />
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So...let's catch up!<br />
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Bam! Those are my grades right now. With roughly 46 days left out of about 110 I am kind of patting myself on the back right now. Let me tell you... it has been a struggle. Do you know what's harder then going to school with a newborn? Going to school with a one year old, obviously. My sweet little boy is EVERYWHERE! In fact if he were here right now this blog would look like this... jljg liYA;OYzriysiY'V$ua"ciyYA'VU4" u"ouvvvcUDOKH;Ok Y"oy. Do you know why? Because the Smarty Pants has recently discovered that Momma's laptop is the coolest thing EVER and also not something he is allowed to play with. Which makes it that much cooler. Thankfully he is snug in his bed with his little Max the Raccoon and Pooh Bear!<br />
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Speaking of the Smarty Pants, let us now address the elephant in the room. The fact that I am now a mother of a one year old. Let me tell you folks... I never in a million years imagined this. I imagined myself pregnant once, I imagined myself with a baby, but now I am freaking out. Holy shit y'all... I have a one year old. One of these days I'll have a five year old and then ... a teenager. It's a strange feeling to wake up and wonder how your parents did it. Also, if I am about to pay for my raising which I think I am, I would just like to offer my parents an apology for being such a brat. I called my Dad and Step-Mom the other night so I could wish my Step-Mom a happy birthday and while I was on the phone with my Dad I told him about Reeves recent little defiant streak he's been going through. Baby thinks that it is hilarious to feed the dogs. Being as how Murphy has the most sensitive stomach ever I try to keep an eye on this. The other day I told Baby not to feed the dogs and I know he knows what this means. We have been over it a million times. So what does he do... he picks up another piece of pasta and throws it on the ground while staring me down. Do you know what my Dad had to say about this... he laughed and said... "Yessss.... it's a beautiful thing Baby!" I have to admit though... I am a little excited my kid exhibits so much of my personality because I am hoping it makes him tough and stubborn. I hope that my son will be the kind of person that never let's anyone walk all over him and he'll be brave enough to stand up for himself and others. My own little John Wayne.<br />
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So now I am going to be really real with you guys... You may already know this about me but here we go.... I. hate. Texas. It's true. I came here with an open mind but I'm not impressed. Here is the thing, Baby Daddy has an awesome job here that has allowed me to stay home and focus on Baby Love and school and for that we are so grateful but come on... this place is not my favorite. Here are some of the reasons why I am <i><u><b>NOT</b></u></i> in love with this place:<br />
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1.Public Land (or lack of)- Come on y'all! There isn't anywhere to hunt here and you want me to pay how much for a lease??? Maybe I am spoiled rotten after growing up in my little mountain paradise or my HiLo country but you have to admit, this is ridiculous. I was under the impression y'all loved to kill shit. <br />
2. Gun laws- Do I really need to go into this? I will give you a little cred on the whole castle law thing but otherwise...<br />
3. Texas highways/drivers- What is up with all of these frontage roads. Can't we be consistent? Also... blinkers! They are useful, they could save your life, use them.<br />
4. Sports and Shopping- Ok I do love shopping but there isn't anything else better to do here and after awhile it get's old.<br />
5. Let's just admit it... if Texas was so wonderful Texans wouldn't spend their weekends traveling to New Mexico. (Credit for this one goes to my husband for recently pointing it out to me.)<br />
6. Area Codes- I come from the land that has two... I am SO confused with all these damn area codes! <br />
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I'm going to stop there before I get myself in trouble. Basically I just miss my state. This is the first time I have ever lived outside of New Mexico and it will be the last. It's just to far from family and home and quite frankly, we don't feel comfortable here.We like to hunt and fish, we like to take a drive up the mountain on a Sunday morning and not have to worry about traffic and a million other people. <br />
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Anyways... that's how I feel about that.<br />
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As for missing Grammy, it's not getting any easier. In fact it seems like it's getting harder. It kind of feels like someone just keeps ripping the band-aid off every time we all think it's going to be ok. <br />
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<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-65304114964336525062014-08-14T21:39:00.000-07:002014-08-14T21:40:14.398-07:008/14/2014Crazy things have been happening here at Casa de Lopez lately. For one... BabyLove thinks he is a grown up these days. What?! Where has the time gone? Pretty soon my sweet little babe will be a year old and his mother is still trying to figure out how we got here so fast. Wasn't it just yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital? Wasn't it just yesterday that I spent every extra moment that I wasn't screeching and freaking out apologizing to my nurses and midwives for screaming out the F word over and over again? Wasn't it just yesterday that I was certain those 36 hours of waiting, and pain, and hallucinating were never going to end? Wasn't it just yesterday I was asking God to please let me meet my BabyLove face to face? For the record... as crazy and painful as that whole experience was, it was still the best 36 hours of my life because I learned so much about myself, my loving, loyal, strong husband, and my amazingly tough kid. Also... has anyone else ever reached a level of pain in which they began to hallucinate? That was the craziest experience of my life and something that I did not even know was possible. With all of my back surgeries I have never been that out of it.<br />
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Anyways... speaking of painful situations... BabyLove has finally pushed that first little tooth through and the second one is almost there. We have had a few bad days and nights but really, he has been pretty tough. I however have been a big ball of emotions. He is beginning to look more and more like a little boy and less like a baby boy. Tonight Baby Daddy said... "I just can't believe how much he has changed. He doesn't even remind me of the baby we brought home." Well yeah... because he is every where these days! We have a really long hallway in our house and no joke the kid can crawl down it within just seconds and he pulls up on everything. In just the last few days he has began trying to stand from a seated position without pulling up on anything. The personality and attitude he has developed is also something else...<br />
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Generally he is a very happy baby but I will admit that he most definitely has a Reeves' temper. I was really hoping he would be laid back like his Daddy but unfortunately he is just like his Momma in that department. Either way... he is still the most amazing person I know. <br />
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School will be starting soon and I recently received all of my books in the mail! (and a new NMSU sweater because obviously I needed another one to go with all of the others.) <br />
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I am a little nervous about how this semester is going to go but I am trying to stay ahead by reading as much as I can now. The other night I was laying in bed reading when Baby Daddy came in and made fun of me for it. </div>
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Me: A book about teaching to juveniles behind bars.</div>
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Baby Daddy: Are you going to teach to juveniles behind bars? </div>
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Me: Well I wasn't planning on it but it does seem interesting, I think I could probably actually enjoy a job like that. </div>
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Baby Daddy: Doesn't sound interesting. Sounds like a bad idea. Where did you even get this book from? </div>
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Me: It's one of my textbooks for a special topics class. </div>
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Baby Daddy: Wait.... you are reading a textbook? </div>
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Me: Yes.</div>
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Baby Daddy: School hasn't even started yet. </div>
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Me: I know. </div>
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Baby Daddy: Wow.... you are like the biggest nerd I know. </div>
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Me: Hey now! </div>
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Baby Daddy: Nope it's official... I married a nerd. My wife is a nerd. </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-85619626261505039132014-08-01T21:26:00.000-07:002014-08-01T21:26:34.854-07:00Where have I been? It's been almost two months since the last time I posted...Sorry about that. Apparently I have been every where but here. So... let's talk about what happened while I was gone!<br />
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First of all my little sister got hitched y'all. I still can not even believe that this happened. Can someone please pinch me and wake me up from this dream? Just yesterday she was this cute little blonde headed ball of annoying little sister and then... a beautiful bride? I don't even know how this happened. The wedding however was beautiful and Baby Love stole the show for a second by riding in all kick-backed-like in his little red wagon, tons of tears were shed, I of course delivered a wonderful maid of honor speech in which I threatened my new brother-in-law with my chihuahua-ness, and a good time was had by all. After the wedding though Baby Daddy and I decided we were in need of a mini vacation/late anniversary trip and let me tell you... WE WERE!<br />
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We enjoyed a day in the middle of the Santa Fe Plaza, did some fishing in the Jemez, and saw a lot of family including our sweet little Grandma Mae and Grumpy Grandpa. (Also I decided that one day I want to be a rich, yuppie, weekend warrior, hippie, ranch owner who hangs out at the La Fonda on the Plaza sipping Blue Winged Olive from the Wines of the San Juan. I know... that probably sounds taboo to everyone but I don't even care. Make fun of me all you want but it sounds like heaven.) On the way home we picked up a couple of stowaways....<br />
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More Aunts!!! We love the Aunts! The Aunts (my sisters-in-law) stayed with us for 2 weeks. During that time we went shopping, ice skating, to the pool, we painted our own pottery, we made smores every night and watched Grav3yard Girl & Eleventh Gorgeous videos, and played with Baby Love and celebrated the fourth... SO MUCH FUN! We also baby sat these cute little critters while their parents were out of town. Sweet little Bear and Bailey! </div>
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Grams and Aunt TayTay came to visit. They brought frogs and suckers and Baby loved it! We also did some pottery painting, crafting, shopping, and Grav3yard Girl watching! Oh and sushi... Aunt TayTay and I enjoyed lots of tasty sushi while Gram's gagged at us. It was soooo tasty.<br />
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Now the company has all gone home, back to their normal lives and we are slowly getting back to ours. Baby has recently been getting adjusted to a new sleep schedule and now sleeps in his own crib all the time. (It is however still in our room because. A. I am paranoid. B. I am lazy... I am not walking across the hall way half asleep.) School is about to start back up and let me tell you... I am a little nervous about how this semester is going to go down because my kid is EVERY WHERE and in EVERY THING! Drawers... he opens them, doors he opens them, bags... he tears everything out. I recently moved our entire movie collection into a hallway linen closet which took me an hour to do because we own probably 500+ (This is actually not an exaggeration) dvds and my BabyLove loves nothing more than to rip every single one of them down out of it's place and throw them ALL OVER THE HOUSE! Pray for me this semester. Pray that I find time for sleep and showering!<br />
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Speaking of prayers... the one year anniversary of my Grammy joining the Lord is coming up and lets face it... I just have been having a really hard time with it lately. The thing is... it felt like she had kicked cancer's butt so many times before that I think a big part of all of us just expected that she would be able to keep doing it. When she lost her battle I feel like I was just in shock and I still feel like a little bit of that is lingering. I can't not help but think about it a hundred times a day and it makes me feel guilty because I have a lot of wonderful grandparents that I also should be worrying about. It's just that... she was so young, and it's not fair. However... something amazing came from all of this the other day. I was having a down day and was drowning in a lot of emotions over this. I had decided that I needed to unpack some boxes (yes I'm still unpacking... don't judge) while Baby was taking a nap. I came across a book that she had given me and whenever Grammy gave me a book she would always include a special little note inside. This note talked about marriage and love and she included some verses with it. I looked up the verses and I don't want to talk a lot about them because then I start crying and I can't see what I am typing and my mascara runs but basically... she taught me something else. I always said that I idolized her marriage and what she had to tell me made me appreciate my sweet husband a little more then I already do. Baby Daddy and I recently celebrated our second anniversary and sometimes it's easy to get lost in a marriage when you are just going through every day life. When you stay home all day long paying attention to another tiny person and forgetting about yourself it is easy to just want to block every one else out at the end of the day. I am so guilty of tuning out my sweet husband every time he wants to show me the latest camo that just came out, or a new duck call, or a new Sage fly rod, or what GHG is doing this year. I forget some times at the end of the day that he wants my attention too, that he needs my attention and that after our faith, he comes next in my lineup. So anyways.. long story short.. there was Grammy, reminding me, teaching me, and I can't be more grateful for that.<br />
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<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-62168923777466164372014-06-03T15:36:00.000-07:002014-06-03T15:36:55.610-07:00Nursey update! Hi!, I have been pretty busy lately and lacking in blogging inspiration! I'm not even sure how that is possible with this cute kid that I could be writing about. I guess what I should say is that I have been lacking in motivation. Especially because......<br />
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<b>It's soooooo HOT </b>here and all I want to do is watch this sweet boy play in his palm tree pool! Also I have been reading a lot lately. I go though stages in which I will binge read for a few weeks. I've gone through and started rereading all of my favorites lately... "Favorite Memories of a Country Vet", "Black Heels to Tractor Wheels", "Madame Millie", and "With Love from Baghdad". I also found a V.C. Andrews series that I have read a million times on iBooks the other day and devoured the entire series within three nights. I also picked up "The Fault in our Stars" but regretted reading it afterwards. To soon to be reading books about cancer I think, but still I think it would have been an O.K. book if it wouldn't have tossed me back into thinking about my family's recent loss.<br />
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I have also been working on the house, which has not been going well. I just hate unpacking! I do have Baby Love's nursery pretty much done though...<br />
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Baby and I have decided to share some photos of it! </div>
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The sunflower yellow peg board is our newest addition to nursery decor! Dang Pinterest has to many adorable ideas and I feel like I need to do all of them! And of course, no nursery would be complete without an old Murph dog! </div>
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The Tipi has been the best thing ever! We have spent hours playing in and around the TiPi! </div>
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Baby recently started becoming very interested with his tiny rocking chair from Great Grandma & Grandpa in the corner. You should see him rock in it! So cute! </div>
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We also really love this Melissa & Doug barnyard set from Aunt Nannon! He wants to play with it all the time! </div>
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And of course his new walk in closet! </div>
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I am still missing something for the area over his crib because I was unable to salvage the vinyl ducks sign from his old room. (Parts of it did however find its way into his baby book.) But we are working with the Grandducks Vickie and Randy to figure something out. Our new walls have a very rough texture and V, suggested putting one on a sign but I haven't been able to find anything I would want to put it on yet. </div>
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Speaking of his crib, something amazing has been happening lately. Well amazing for me anyways. My son has started sleeping in his own bed! And not just sleeping in his own bed, I lay him down at nine o'clock and he goes to sleep by himself without crying! We started this about three weeks ago. The first night he cried for about five minutes, the second night he cried for a couple minutes, and since then he hasn't cried a single night. I thought that this was going to be hard, turns out the only person who had a hard time at first was me. It had started to become way to hot for us to all sleep in the same bed though and he has recently started wiggling EVERY WHERE! The Baby Daddy can sleep through being kicked and gouged usually but I can not! For now he is sleeping in his own bed in our room because he is still nursing and I am to lazy to walk my sleepy self across the hall way at 3am but soon we will start introducing him into sleeping in his own crib in his own room. </div>
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He still hasn't started crawling either, he does however scoot around on his butt and roll to whatever he wants. He also pulls himself up on everything. I'm starting to wonder if he will be one of those babies who goes straight to walking and by passes crawling. Someone has been hanging out everyday though and encouraging him to become more mobile on his own... </div>
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He wants to go everywhere that his four legged blond brother goes. </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-72396702617830965922014-05-13T22:08:00.001-07:002014-05-13T22:09:40.895-07:00Redecorating and Lushin' it up! What?! Two blogs in a 24 hr period? I'm on a roll y'all. Actually... I have recently been working on Baby's sleep schedule again. With all of the traveling we have done over the past three months his schedule was upside down! Finally after a week of being settled he is starting to get back into his own groove. Thank you Baby Jesus! I was about to pull my hair out.<br />
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Anyways... I am writing this to show you all the fun things we have acquired today! <br />
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First we will start with Baby Love's new nursery stuff!<br />
So, as you may know, leaving the old house behind was especially hard for me because I was not ready to leave Baby's nursery. There is just something special about a room that you pour all your heart into for your first munchkin. It was the room that I envisioned him in while he was still kicking away at my ribs. It was the room that I spent hours rearranging and searching for just the right stuff to go in. So when we had to pack it up after he only spent five months there... ugh, I was a wreck about it. When we picked out the house we are in now I looked for two things, a big back yard for my fuzzies and a sweet room for my Baby Love. I found both. His new room is huge though! I mean gigantic compared to what he had before so now I am working on revamping the nursery. I have lots of projects in the works which I will show you when I am done but for now I will show you our Amazon score.<br />
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How much fun is this? (Sorry the photo is so grainy) This is Baby's new night light! It's a light projector that is supposed to make his ceiling look like the bottom of the ocean! I can also plug my iPhone or iPod into it and it will play music. </div>
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A (faux) sheepskin rug for the Tipi! No tipi is complete without a furry rug! Duh! Chief Thunder Britches is in love with it by the way. He loves the way it feels. Also, I think I want to live in his Tipi. It's just so cute! I want one for myself. I could put it right next to his and we could be neighbors! :)</div>
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Today we celebrated Mother's Day because we were missing the Daddy for the actual day. Baby Daddy has been working crazy hours lately so we hadn't really seen or spent any time with him until today. He and Baby gave me a Mother's Day gift today though. </div>
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First they gave me Duck Commander wine! </div>
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And then they gave me a big ol' bag of Victoria's Secret! </div>
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Nothing says Happy Mother's Day like booze and undies! Actually I think the Baby Daddy has ulterior motives here. He has been talking about another kid lately. He probably thinks this is the ticket to baby #2. Luckily for me... </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-49744186775177165112014-05-12T23:08:00.002-07:002014-05-12T23:08:59.189-07:00Regrets already! When Baby Daddy comes staggering through the door at 6am after getting off of work I will regret staying up to write this blog. Baby Daddy has one volume, loud. So Ti will hear him coming through the door and he will bark very loudly, which will scare the heck out of the tiny baby that stays curled up against me and then... he will refuse to go back to sleep and I will spend the day exhausted and hating myself for staying up and writing this blog. Yep, that will happen. However... many things have happened since my last blog and so I have no choice but to continue on for my loyal fans. *sigh*<br />
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First I finished burning down the second Diamond Candle and this is what was in it. Once again, more costume jewelry but still very pretty. </div>
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I bombed my Spanish final!!! My 93 went to a 76.4 with one damn test. I was robbed! Ok, it was all my fault but holy macaroni y'all, I'm never going to learn Spanish! Not that way anyways. Either way, one more semester down and two more to go. (Also... sorry if that photo looks weird!)</div>
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Why yes!, That is a Too Faced Chocolate Bar! I have been in love with/obsessed with/desperately wanting a Chocolate Bar for awhile now and the other day I decided that I was going to take my birthday money and splurge. It's so beautiful. </div>
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After that I experienced my first Mother's Day! Which was glorious! I spent all day with the Boy that made me a Momma! I also found out that my yard turtles were hiding an itty bitty secret! </div>
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Apparently Morty and Macy are parents! If you are wondering where I suddenly acquired turtles from... they came with the house and once belonged to the late previous owner. No one ever had the heart to take them away from their home and so now I have become their caretaker. I love them! Baby and I can both spend HOURS watching them! So I was very surprised to walk past the patio door and suddenly see this tiny little girl! </div>
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She's so cute! And currently nameless. I have a list going but none that I have decided on yet. </div>
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I spent the day missing the mothers in my life... Momzy, Grandmas, Great Grandmas, and Sissy! </div>
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But one mother was on my mind a lot yesterday... Grammy. </div>
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Pretty sure I listened to her voicemails on my phone about thirty times yesterday. She'd probably be mad if she saw what a sap I was being. I bet everything was pretty glorious in heaven though. </div>
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I have a new subscription box because Ipsy and having an Ulta literally right down the road are not enough. Maybe Mom is right, maybe I am a makeup hoarder. Anyways, this is a Glossybox and so far I haven't decided how I feel about it yet. It is $20/month but the products are usually full size. This box is worth about $78. Not bad. </div>
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I received my Ipsy bag today and I am not as impressed this month as I usually am. I just don't like to mix up the skin care products. I am currently having hell with my Clinique skin care system and I am not so sure introducing anything new in is the best idea. I am also upset I missed out on the Too Faced Bronzer a lot of the other subscribers ended up with. :( Sad. </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-54042602256958853692014-04-30T14:38:00.001-07:002014-04-30T14:38:15.020-07:00Diamond Candles! This blog is coming to you from my very own iPad mini! So excited about this thing!<br />
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Baby Daddy was called out on a job today so Baby and I have spent the day finishing up term papers, playing, and watching my birthday diamond candles burn. I told myself when I opened them that I would save them for as long as I could. That just so happened to be about an hour and then I found myself standing at the stove in the kitchen trying to light one with a flaming piece of wadded up paper. A little bit of scorched nail polish later and I had successfully managed to light the Cinnamon Roll scented candle. ( I really need my stuff guys! I know I own about a million boxes of matches, all of which are nicely packed away in a box in Cruces! Lame) After eight hours of being on pins and needles I finally plucked the little golden foil from hot wax and bam.... I had a piece of very attractive costume jewelry!<br />
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This candle has only been burning for about four hours but so far I can see the top of the tiny foil packet. Resisting the urge to go get tweezers and pluck it is so hard! Oh the torture! </div>
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See that little shadowy looking area on the left side? That is the ring! Only four more hours or so until I pluck it! Maybe. If I can contain myself. </div>
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Anywho... I'm off to pack for our trip to NM in a few days to retrieve the rest of our junk, and to finish off yet another term paper. Is the semester over yet? I need a break! </div>
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<br />Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-55022236059297808702014-04-29T14:54:00.001-07:002014-04-29T14:54:39.727-07:00Just a little Birthday UpdateSo it was my birthday the other day... and now I am three years away from being thirty. Can you believe that? Trust me when I tell you that I can't. I still feel like I should be around 21ish but then I look around me and think... why would anyone ever want to be 21 again? One word... hangover. That's all I can really remember about being 21. Even more unbelievable news... On my birthday someone turned seven months old, guess who that could be.... <br />
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I feel like he should still be a teeny tiny baby! :( We have recently learned so many things. He is trying to crawl, knows how to turn light switches off and on, sits up, and my personal favorite... says Momma. I had been working on the Momma thing for weeks and during playtime the other day he said it while reaching for me. Smarty Pants. Melted my heart. He now says it all the time and Baby Daddy got to hear it the other day. We are working on Dada now.</div>
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Also, speaking of birthdays... let me tell you, that Baby Daddy knows how to make me happy. </div>
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For the past two years we have been sleeping on a hand-me down set that sat on a metal frame. That bed was the first bed that I had ever slept on that didn't have a headboard or footboard and for whatever reason that just bothers me. When we got married Joseph refused to sleep on my full size, which I don't blame him but I missed not having an actual bed. So I started begging for a new bed as soon as we found out we were moving. Yay! So excited about this. I have always wanted a sleigh bed! Also I can not wait for the rest of my furniture to be here. It looks a little strange in an empty room. </div>
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But then my Baby Daddy decided to spoil me a little further with these... </div>
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What?! iPad Mini and Diamond Candles? That guy! He knows how to treat a lady y'all! The candles just got here today but the other night I was looking at the Diamond Candles site because I had seen that they had new scents out and I really wanted the Mountain Air scent. So... when I opened the box and one of them was Mountain Air I was pretty impressed that he has me so figured out, and also, he could never go wrong with Cinnamon roll. </div>
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P.S. Happy Birthday to one of my little sisters today! Pretty sure they were all just babies yesterday! </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-76173784077873577012014-04-21T22:32:00.000-07:002014-04-21T22:32:04.402-07:00Slow Down! I should be doing homework but... I would rather waste my time doing this. Between all of the traveling, school, house hunting, and child raising I have not had time to just sit down and blog lately. We have been moving so fast for the past month that I haven't really had the time to just enjoy life. However... I do have some news. <br />
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WE FOUND A HOUSE!!!</div>
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And it has red tile in the Kitchen which I am super excited about because all of my kitchen stuff is red! </div>
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I am not particularly fond of the wood paneling in the living room though. I mean what is it about Texas and wood paneling? It's all over the place. Ick. I am excited about the tile floors though. </div>
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Smurph dog and Ti are going to be excited about this! A HUGE back yard with big trees and a patio that has a built in smoker and fan! </div>
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Baby and I are heading back tomorrow so the Baby Daddy and I can officially sign the lease and start preparing to move all of our stuff in which is still in Cruces. </div>
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Baby, Aunt Tay, and I traveled to Clayton for Aunt Stupie and Uncle Tyler's engagement party! A great time was had by all, Baby got to meet those he was named after and... </div>
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All of the sisters had the opportunity to be together for a little bit. This is a rare thing!</div>
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This is probably one of my most favorite things ever. So... I have always had this thing for vintage campers even before having a thing for vintage campers was cool and my great grandparents have always had this, the Silver Streak. I have always been infatuated with the Silver Streak so when my Mom called and said, Grandma said they are ready to sell the Silver Streak I was like, "Sold! Right now! I'll send the check!" And then I immediately went to Pinterest and started day dreaming and going through my glamper board. I can't even tell you guys how freaking excited I am about this. Ugh! I know this is going to be a huge project, (thankfully I married a very talented contractor) and the husband and I may end up killing each other over it but I just can not wait to start traveling around with it, taking Baby Love on little adventures! </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-4233383159140883372014-03-19T11:52:00.003-07:002014-03-19T11:59:48.583-07:00Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'! We have been living in a whirlwind lately, which is my excuse for my recent blogging absence. Actually if I were to be more literal, we are living in a dustbowl. <br />
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Welcome to the Texas Panhandle Ya'll. We have beautiful days here full of wind and dust and allergies. :) Yummy. Obviously the big move is taking place. Baby and I are spending some time in the Panhandle with my Momma while the Baby Daddy is settling into the new job in the Permian Basin. Hopefully we will all be together very soon, because we all think we are just dying without one another. And all of our stuff is in Cruces sooo... we still have a lot of crap to do. <br />
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We have had quite the challenges since getting here. First Baby Love became really sick. It started as teething, then it moved to an ear infection, then he had an allergic reaction to his antibiotics, and now we are dealing with a diaper rash thanks to the effects of antibiotics. Phew. It has been a long two weeks. We also learned a few things about teething... for example... those Hyland's teething tabs are not FDA approved and contain Belladonna which is a controversial herb that can be toxic and Hyland's has had recalls over large levels of Belladonna used in their products so we won't be using those anymore. The best medicine we have used so far is snuggling and a cold carrot, and we would rather do basically anything other then spend our time teething. <br />
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Then to top all of this cranky baby business off my truck decided that it was time for new front brakes. I knew this day was coming but I was trying to postpone it for as long as possible. Thankfully I have a Dad with a shop, now if I could only get him off the road long enough to help me change everything out. <br />
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Baby is growing so fast. Now weighing in at 16.5 lbs. he has learned how to use his new exersaucer, imitates noises and faces, sits up, pushes himself up, and is really thinking about crawling, his eye/hand coordination is amazing and he has worked his way through the yellow veggies, has tried apples and bananas, and is about to start on the greens. I can not believe that he is almost six months old. Where has the time gone already? <br />
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Also, I recently got my Ipsy March Glam Bag in... <br />
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So... I loved everything about this bag except for that nail polish. Textured nail polish just isn't my thing. I tried it out and at first it was kind of cool because my nails looked like a robin's egg but then it immediately began to ship off and my nails looked funky. Like I was wearing rhino lining around. Also taking off that polish was a Beeotch. However, I fell in love with that Pixi primer. So much so that I now have a Pixi mascara and Pixi foundation. My skin loves it. It feels amazing. I loved the Be a Bombshell eye shadow, (Those are kind of my evening colors.), and of course, what about bareMinerals could you possibly hate?</div>
Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-52950482583573867802014-02-28T21:28:00.000-08:002014-02-28T21:32:39.562-08:00I have a secret.So I promised in my last blog that I would be delivering some new news about myself and my little family. I guess it is finally time to let everyone in on our big secret. Are you ready?.....<br />
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I am NOT pregnant. <br />
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Ok that's not the big news but I think that is pretty important information. Actually the real news is that we are moving. We are packing up our belongings for the eleventity billionth time and we are moving. Where? You ask? Ugh... Texas. I am not going to say which part of Texas yet but I am going to tell you that Baby Daddy got a big oil field job and we are out of here. I know you have one important question on your mind... But Vern what about college? Not to worry, I am now a distant student, finishing up my last 21 credits online. The only thing I have wanted for the past ten years was to go to school at NMSU and receive my degree and I am not letting a little distance stop me from that. I am not so excited about living in Texas but I am super excited about having a new adventure with my little family. Also I am super excited that Baby Daddy won't be stressing out every week. Let me tell you, owning your own business is rough. Especially in our ah-mazing economy. People are so over spent the last thing they want to do is build a house. Thanks a heap Obama. Anyways... That is my news. Oh.. also, this is all happening next week. :) <br />
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-19650058335711647202014-02-19T00:22:00.001-08:002014-02-19T00:22:48.931-08:00ChangesSo.... I would just like to say that having a kiddo of my own has changed me 100%. You see, before my precious Baby Love came along I could read about crimes against children, I could watch the news, I could leave my house without a care in the world, I could get up every morning and not worry about a thing, but now, that has all changed. There have recently been days when I have seriously considered getting rid of my Facebook because people are always posting stories about little tiny babies dying and parents neglecting their children and when I see them... I literally get sick to my stomach. I can not even describe the feeling that comes over me. I was watching a Nat Geo documentary the other night on bison because up until now I have loved every single little National Geographic documentary I could get my paws on, but the other night while watching this documentary I had to turn it off when a wolf pack took down a calf. I seriously wanted to cry over a baby bison and it's poor mother. Am I crazy? This is pretty much going to ruin the career I was planning out for myself y'all. I will never be able to work with Juveniles again. <br />
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Anyways... on a lighter note...look at my kid...<br />
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Have you ever seen anything cuter? Eek! I just love this little boy, and how cute he looks in his little cap! Also, he looks just like his Daddy right here which makes me fall in love with both of them over and over again. Every day it seems like he flip flops between the two of us. Some days I can see me, some days I see Joseph. My little perfect combo of the two of us. See what love made? God is good my friends! Life is good! <br />
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Also... I have big news coming up soon that you are going to want to hear about. I'm just waiting for the green light and I will be blasting it here. Stay tuned, big things are in store for my little family! Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-15203900406642007762014-02-17T00:24:00.001-08:002014-02-17T00:30:29.378-08:00Momma SplurgesSo lately I have gone a little crazy.. and what I mean by that is that I have gotten in touch with my feminine side. I didn't even know that was possible y'all. Let me tell you what happens after having a baby boy.. and yes... I realize this baby boy is only four and a half months old and there isn't much he can get into but I am already getting part of the effect. What I mean is... boys are smelly and dirty and it's even worse when they have a Daddy who thinks it's funny. I was recently peed on and the kid laughed hysterically at my reaction and his Daddy responded with... "That's my boy." and I was like... "O' Hell. And so it begins..." So then I thought, "I am going to do something for me!", Because I live in a house with 5 boys if you count my fuzzies who are all boys. <br />
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I signed up with Ipsy! I recently had a Birchbox but after receiving a million foil packets (ok not really a million but a bunch) I decided to shop around when I came across a vlog on Youtube comparing Birchbox to Ipsy and then... I was sold. It cost $10/month and you get "deluxe samples" or in this case, full size products shipped right to your door. I priced my glam bag this month and these products would have cost me $50 if I would have purchased them out right. So score! If you love the products you can go to Ipsy's website for deals in which you can buy these products for a discounted price. Basically I am addicted, this is my new crack. (and by the way... they come in makeup bags! Not some dumb box you will just throw away!) If you are interested below is my link in which you can use to sign up and get your own bag and if you use it you are helping me earn points so that is pretty awesome too. Also... if you allow Ipsy to post a link on your Facebook you get off of the waitlist sooner and trust me, it's worth it. </div>
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This is a Diamond Candle! Inside each candle is a ring worth, $10, $100, $500 and up to $5000 I think. Anyways, They are soy candles and man!, They smell delicious. This candle was called Desire and smells like a man's cologne. Mmmm so good. I was almost more excited about the smell than the ring. </div>
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Speaking here is a photo with the ring. Sorry if that is hard to see but my instagram is being dumb for some reason. Anyways... The ring was worth $10 but it was super fun waiting for it to burn down and brownie points to the hubs for remembering how badly I wanted one. Here is the link to the Diamond Candle site. I think they are worth every penny! </div>
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2 hand soaps, 4 signature shower gels, 1 signature lotion and the most important item aromatherapy lavender and chamomile sleep lotion, my all time favorite. Basically I live for B&BW! And I tried a new signature scent this time, Cashmere Glow. It smells like heaven, seriously. Now, I only use B&BW shower gel because I wait for rare occasions like this and I stalk up like crazy but really other shower gels kill my skin but these for whatever reason do not. The aromatherapy stuff was something I discovered right after I learned I was pregnant. My mother in law bought my first bottle of it and since then I have been totally hooked. I live in it every night and as soon as I put it on Baby Love snuggles right up to me and is out! So anyways, after my gift card and coupons I only paid $8.49 for all these goodies. </div>
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This is one of the coolest products ever. So... my friend posted a facebook party not to long ago for Jamberry and of course I was busy carrying my kid around and not paying attention and then my little sister Steph was like, "Hey! I become a consultant for this cool new product." And now I am hooked. I even have a Jamberry party going on, on Facebook right now. So let me tell you... Jams are basically like stick on nail polish that you can get in all kinds of designs, non toxic, last for WEEKS, are basically the most amazing thing ever. I may never buy nail polish again. They even make them for little girls! I am so in love. So if you have not joined my Facebook party, which you should, but if you have not you can still purchase your own through my party until the 22nd of February by using this link...</div>
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And my last little splurge (which was actually pretty much free) in which I have not taken photos of because it's not in yet was... a new pair of Calvin Klein jeans from <a href="http://liketwice.com/" target="_blank">Twice</a>. Twice has this great deal going on right now where if you download their new app they credit you $10 and since I just sold a bunch of useless crap on ebay I made up the 2.95 difference and bought those babies.</div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-25051175587892164322014-02-04T12:55:00.002-08:002014-02-04T12:55:41.026-08:00One more milestone...Today was the day, we let Baby Love have his first taste of solids, rice cereal that we made from scratch. I have experienced all kinds of reactions to this by the way. While the older generation says, "What took you so long?" The younger generation says, "Already? To soon!" I was thinking this morning that sometimes I feel like we are just going through a bunch of fads. Once upon a time people breastfed, then they didn't, and now people are doing it again. It feels like the same thing when feeding solids. I decided though that what I wanted is for my Baby to basically tell me when he was ready. I also picked a pediatrician who thought this way. So yesterday we went in for our four month shots and I talked to the doctor about what we have been experiencing. A month ago we were on a pretty relaxed schedule as far as feedings went, this month we are eating 10 to 12 times a day. (I am exhausted! I feel like all we do is nurse these days.) He has doubled his birth weight, he has started trying to sit up while he is in my lap, if he is sitting at the table with us at dinner time he stares and opens his mouth and basically he just never seems to be full. So we tried solids this morning and... he was not impressed with his rice cereal! After he ate though he didn't seem to be interested in nursing for awhile and went right to sleep. I think it was much needed for both of us. <br />
I feel like this whole thing is bitter sweet. While I am having a lot of fun watching him grow up, at the same time I am thinking... "Can we just slow this down? Please?!" He has learned and grown so much in four months. He has also taught me a few lessons. For example, here I was dead set on the idea that he wasn't going to be interested in solids until he was at least five months old. Psshhh... kind of like how I was dead set on a natural birth. I should just stop making plans. <br />
Also... our pediatrician said yesterday that he still seems to be a couple of months ahead in both physical and mental development. She was very surprised at how strong he is and how interested he is in books, and also that he is a noisy little talker. Seriously, the boy talks to us constantly. I think it has a lot to do with us talking to him all day long and the amount of reading we do. :) We read in our reading Tipi, We read while we rock, we read off of the kindle, we read before nap time, we read all day long! I try to read about 7-10 books a day, I am determined to have another little reader in the house. (Baby Daddy hates to read. He only "reads" waterfowl magazines. Imagine that.) Anyways, there I go making plans again. I have probably just jinxed myself. <br />
Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-64237607627859504972014-01-14T21:33:00.003-08:002014-01-14T21:33:59.347-08:00Today's eventsI have spent most of the day glued to my TV and computer while snuggling my tiny Baby Love and watching the news on the shooting that took place in Roswell this morning. Funny thing happens once you become a parent. It sounds awful to say this but before Baby Love, when things like this happened I would think, "Those poor people, that's awful." and then I would go about my own way not putting much thought into it until it became a crime that I was researching for a term paper or talking about in class. This morning though I immediately felt protective, hurt, and scared for all the people experiencing this. People that I do not even know. I also began to think about my own child's safety. Homeschooling my child is an idea that I have suddenly began to warm up to if we are ever in a place in which this can be possible. With all of the things that are going on in the public education system I feel like sending him into it would be a disservice to him. As I am looking down at his sweet little sleeping face right now I wonder what it's going to be like in a few years when we have to start thinking seriously about this. <br />
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I have to say though, I feel absolutely awful for the parents of the two children that were shot. However, I also feel awful for the parents of the shooter, they lost their son today. I know that some people are going to think that I am crazy but I still remember that it was this little boy's choice and not his parents to commit this act. I am sure that society is going to look at them and wonder if they knew something was wrong, if they were somehow involved in the reason that their kid made the decision to do this, or if they were even actively involved in their child's life. No matter what the case, I feel for all of them.Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-17558872828230866232014-01-10T22:28:00.001-08:002014-01-10T22:33:35.633-08:00So many projects!Baby Daddy and Ti the Terror have been away from home most of the week and this just so happened to be the week that Baby Love experienced his very first cold. On top of that, I ended up with it also so, this week has been anything but fun for the two of us. However, I can gladly say that we survived even though I felt like having a panic attack every ten minutes. A stuffy, fussy, very uncomfortable baby makes for a very stressed out Momma. I have a very hard time handling situations in which I can not fix. This next week should be equally interesting being as how we will be alone for it also and I have recently realized that I rely on Baby Daddy a lot to give me a much needed break at the end of the day. <br />
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So now that the holidays are over I have a new list of projects going on. I am sure if you are a Facebook friend you recently saw my last COMPLETED project. I say completed because I have about a million unfinished projects. <br />
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Isn't it just the cutest thing that you have ever seen? I discovered that in order to get things like this done I have to enlist my Mom which actually works out really good because we had a lot of fun putting it together and even though I can come up with the vision, I am not always that great at putting it together. Also, she has my Grammy's super amazing sewing machine so... :) </div>
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And little Thunder Britches loved it too! I can not wait for him to be old enough to appreciate it. Baby Daddy thinks that I am crazy by the way.</div>
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Speaking of imagination... so I felt inspired today to snap a few pictures of Baby Love's nursery after a Facebook and long time friend made comments about how much she loves his nursery. :) I wanted Baby to have a room that could grow with him and for now I think that it is complete, for awhile anyways. When I found out that I was pregnant I immediately went straight to pinterest with a few ideas that I had already had in mind and started gathering more so that I could build my kiddo an amazing room. As a kid I always had really cool bedrooms. My bedroom at the ranch was all about science and space, I had telescopes and microscopes and glowing globes and stars on my ceiling, until I turned into a preteen girl and then my walls began to fill up with Johnathan Taylor Thomas and Elvis posters. My room in Capitan was full of tie dye, black lights, blow up furniture, door beads, and strobe lights. Anyways, as a kid, my room was always my sanctuary and I want my children to grow up with bedrooms that they can appreciate and that will spark their imaginations. ( I was also obsessed with building forts and tents as a kid which is where the Tipi idea came from, a little childhood imagination left over.) </div>
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It also pays to have a husband who is a talented contractor. I am constantly conning him into building or fixing something for me. Like the fox shelf in this picture. The side of the shelf are fox silhouettes. So cute! I also appreciate some very dear friends who sent us the wall decal that goes over his crib! The first time I saw that decal I knew we had to have it! </div>
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I have been very blessed to have family and friends that have been able to pick up and understand my vision for this kiddo's nursery. I love all of the toys and décor that he has been given. </div>
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You see that dresser? It was one of the greatest deals of my life. I found that dresser in a thrift shop after looking for a six drawer dresser for a reasonable price for months. It originally had a price tag of $43 on it. Then I realized that the manager of this thrift shop was a person I had previously met when I worked at the hospital. I ended up talking them down to $20. Then when I went to pay for it I found out the NMSU students received a discount. I ended up paying $14. I then convinced Baby Daddy to sand it down for me and I repainted it with left over paint from Baby's room. Pretty sweet bargain.</div>
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I also have some amazing little camo letters that spell out baby's name. They were sent to me from a very special lady that I have not hung up yet. They will probably be going over his closet door but I'm not allowed to hang things in this house. You see, I married a perfectionist that runs around with his tape measure and level. To avoid arguments and so all blame is placed on him if something is not level or spaced correctly, I have relinquished all rights when it comes to hanging things. I just point and wait for him to figure it out. :)</div>
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Also this week, my obsession with Fairy Gardens and houses has been refueled by my Momma. For Christmas she... ugh... I mean Santa Claus brought me the cutest little fairy garden kit. </div>
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You may remember how I once built this super cute fairy house...</div>
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Now however I have once again conned Baby Daddy into building something else for me... a new fairy house! It seems only fair. I will be posting pictures of it as soon as we begin the process. I also sent my mother off on another fairy house related task. Wait till you see what we come up with! </div>
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Mrs. Lopezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849133834465646565noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029283214801181415.post-6544080801278100342014-01-06T00:10:00.000-08:002014-01-06T00:12:24.051-08:00A smart mother would be sleeping but...We finally made it back to our little desert home today after being in the mountains for two weeks straight over the holidays. I should be sleeping being as how Baby Love and Baby Daddy are both in our room snoring up a storm BUT I have missed my house and my cat so much that I am up blogging with a 30 lb. cat in my lap. And yes, DaBear really does weigh 30 lbs. <br />
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Before we left for the holidays I had this whole goal to post a photo and blog about Baby daily, and then we left for my little mountain home in which I do not always have internet at and so I failed, miserably, at accomplishing my goal. So, a little update....<br />
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In the past two weeks my Baby has...<br />
1. Started rolling, a lot. <br />
2. Started growling like a baby grizzly bear.<br />
3. Started trying to sit up.<br />
4. And Teething is now about to send us over the edge. Poor kid is miserable which means so is his mother. <br />
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He also made out like a little Bandit over the holidays! We have tons of new books, clothes, toys, and one amazing Baby Spa bathtub that has a whirlpool feature. I'm super sad I can not fit in this bathtub. Oh!, And... a Teepee that my Mom and I built for him. <br />
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On a more serious note, I am very thankful that we were able to spend so much time in my beloved mountains and close to my family this year. I absolutely love seeing my parents, grandparents, and great grandparents interact with Baby Love. I also love that I was able to spend so much time with my grandmothers this year. I love their wisdom and my Maw's sweet soft heart! I love how excited she is about her first great grandbaby! I also love watching my Papa play with my baby! They are two peas in a pod. </div>
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I really missed my Grammy this year though. Our first Christmas without her was a little rough. A few weeks ago, while we were on our way to the mountains I was cleaning text messages and voicemails off of my phone when I discovered that I had a few voicemails from her that I had forgotten about. Both of course were about Baby Love and her asking if he had arrived yet. Pretty sure finding those two voicemails was the best gift I received this Christmas. I am amazed at all the things she taught me and is still teaching. She taught me what a good marriage is suppose to look like, and now she is teaching me to cherish all of the grandparents I have left. Thanks Grammy! </div>
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