A name and a blessing

We held off having Preston blessed until we came to Utah, where more family could be in abundance, and my mom could throw the party instead of me, you know, because she's far better at those things than I am! She's just amazing...at everything! And let's face the facts here, we knew no one would really care to make the trek to Oklahoma for it. But hey, in 108 degree weather, we take no offense. Nasty nasty nasty, I've never been happier to be away from the mid-west! It's truly a love/hate relationship I have with that place.

John gave the most beautiful blessing, and out of complete shock, Preston slept the entire time. It was heavenly. That child never sleeps through church, like ever! He must have known it was a special day for him. That and I'm sure he's on stimulus overload with all of the new faces around, and sleeping is his best escape from it all. 

Thanks to everyone who came out to support us, we definitely felt the love. And for those who requested the  recipes to the delicious salad's we had, you can find the recipes here and here.  


A different kind of work

As of today, I am no longer a "working mom", just a mom who gets to stay at home, cuddle with my cute baby, cook and clean, (or not) and, if I so choose, hang out in my pj's all day long, simply, because I can! I no longer have outside obligations to attend to. I have mixed emotions about this, mostly because the thought of being on a "budget" makes me a little queasy, and the thought of no longer having an income is slightly depressing. Unfortunately, there are a few articles of clothing that will now have to wait to be hung in my closet! Sad day! I hate budgets. I love clothes. And vacations. And going out to dinner. And and and... 

It's a good thing I also love couponing!

I knew this day was coming, I just didn't know when, or how soon after having the little one it would happen. I hoped to make working work, but, as life has it, things don't always work out the way we plan, and sacrificing a little extra cash flow, for the sake of taking care of my baby, well, it's pretty much the perfect trade.

I left one job, to fully embrace another job, the best job there is, that of being a mother. And while I never truly loved working, maybe it's because I never had my dream job, (I like to tell myself that one day I'll work for the secret service) I also never really wanted to be a stay at home mom, either. Part of me wants to work. My mom did it, and even though she hated that she had to work while we were younger, I constantly tell her over and over again, I truly believe her working is what made her the best mom I could have ever asked for. I've never met someone who knows how to prioritize their time better than she does. She was and is the best mom there is! But, as it turns out, right now the thought of just being a mom is the best thought there is. My role at home is just where I belong, and I'm ok with that. Yes, I'm just a stay at home mom for now, and that's just the way it should be for the time being.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sit back, relax, and enjoy fully embracing my new job as a mother, and hope the next 10 months of limited income treat us right. If not, at least I have a cute baby to cuddle with, and somehow that seems to be enough to get by. 


Let the waiting begin

I'm a military wife. Did you know that? Maybe not. In fact, a lot of times I forget that I am, seeing that my husband hasn't done a single thing for the Air Force (yet), except take their money, take their money and make them pay for all the things we don't want to pay for, namely school. It's kind of heavenly. And in return, we give them four years...maybe more...of our lives and walk away from dental school, debt free. It's great. I love that this is how John decided to go through dental school. And the biggest perk, we'll get to move around the world on someone else's penny, which has always been my preferred way of travel. Win win if you ask me.

I've always had a special place in my heart for the military, which was definitely heightened during my D.C. days. I LOVED being in D.C. and seeing our military men and women on a daily basis, in their getup, working hard for our country. I have a deep respect for them, and I'm proud to say my husband is part of that family now, even if he hasn't done much yet, and will (fingers crossed) never have to be deployed. Of course, never say never, but as a dentist for the Air Force, his duties will slightly differ from that of someone on the front line, and the likelihood is pretty slim. But stranger things have happened, and my worst nightmare could come true. After all, my nightmares, unfortunately, have a way of coming true.

I'm excited to enter the military life next year. Never did I think my life would have anything to do with the military, but I love that it has, and I can't wait for my husband to serve as a dentist for our country. Cheesy? Sure, but it's true! I love the military...and a man in uniform for that matter.

I've always known I would only be in Oklahoma for three years, and once dental school is over, we'd be leaving Oklahoma and heading somewhere unknown. Exciting, but scary. And I've not so secretly been looking forward to that day from the day I moved here. Sad, but true. Although, I'll be the first to admit that the thought of leaving this place is bittersweet. Maybe more bitter even?

Where in the world (ok, just the U.S. for now) will we be going? Well, you're guess is as good as ours, but our list of places we'd like to go has been submitted, and now the waiting begins, like months of waiting. It's almost as bad as waiting nine months to meet your baby, but thankfully, we only have to wait four or five months for this. That still seems like forever though. Where will we go? Where will we go? Let the waiting begin...

And because the military rocks like that, I leave you with this little clip to start your weekend off right:


Here's to two

Two years ago today, I somehow convinced this man to marry me,
and I hope there have only been a handful of days he's regretted that decision since.
But I fear it's been handfuls...

I sure love him...and the little one he gave me this year! 
Two years down, and many, many, many, more to go.


A very unpatriotic fourth

Mid-week holiday's should occur every week. Wouldn't that be glorious.
After a very unpatriotic holiday in this part of town (our fault, not the towns), I realized, now that I'm a mom, and even if my child is only a few months old, I need to do a better job at truly celebrating each holiday. How did I let one of my favorite holidays sneak by, and we did nothing, except watch fireworks, to celebrate. 
Better luck next year. 
So sad.

We still kept busy with a run/bike ride around the lake.
Outlet shopping.
And ate taco's for dinner, so American.
Then it was off to watch fireworks in bricktown, keeping a little boy up way past his bedtime. 
I had high hopes he'd fall asleep in his stroller while we wondered the streets of downtown. Instead, he waited until right in the middle of the firework show to doze off. 
Oh, that boy!


Happy 4th

I can't get enough of this chubby little one. He's chubby, huge, and the cutest thing I ever did see. 
Whenever people tell me "wow, he's so big!" I kind of want to smack them in the face, even if I agree. Yes, I know, he's big tall. We aint small. He's got some good genes, what do you expect? But still, there's something about hearing people call my baby huge that makes me feel defensive. Que sera sera. Chubbiness, huge, whatever people want to call him (I still prefer tall), he's still my little baby, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be his mom. I'm pretty sure the words "he's just so cute" leave our mouths a hundred times or more a day, because he really is just so  darn cute I almost can't handle it! Like so cute I cried the day we brought him home from the hospital. 
Yep, I was that girl. 
And I've only cried once since then, 
but unfortunately it wasn't because of his cuteness...

Moving on.

From one chubby, yet over the top adorable, baby to all of you,
Happy 4th of July!