Remember

...When Treyson was a little tiny baby? Now. He is a walking toddler. Not sure I like it.

Good Laugh

i know it's not nice to laugh at other people.


but, today, when I was searching to see if the Parma website had any info. on swim lessons at the city pool (nothing. big surprise.),


i found this:

Meet, our mayor.

Alisha's Visit

Here is the Mr. He is grouchy lately. And serious. I think it's because he is annoyed with his obsessive, try to get him to walk, mother who takes away the candy his father is constantly sneaking him.

We have been having the best time lately. We had a weekend visit from my dear friend, Alisha which overlapped with my sister and her roomie visiting for a week. An hour after Alisha left, TRevor' cousin and wife came for a couple days and now, my dad is here! Not a lot of time to do things like blog! I feel so blessed to have all these visitors. (esp 5 foot blondes.)

Alisha's visit was documented because she is actually smart and remembers to take pictures (unlike me!). I, on the other hand, do things like lose my camera cord so even if I DID remember to take them, I could never upload them! We did a lot of classy things. Like, go to taco vans in Parma and take pictures outside Stinker stations and try to fit Alisha in small holes while minature golfing listening to Trevor say "That's what she said." every 3.5 minutes.

Alisha and I have so much fun together. I think it is interesting how you can have a few best friends, and each of them sort of takes a different role in your life - all incredibly important, but different. Alisha and I did not take one serious photo together if that explains anything. She makes me happy and reminds me who the "real" Andrea is despite my tendency to feel confused in my new roles/life. And Treyson LOOOOOOOVES her. Like, more than I have ever seen him attach to someone new. So does Trevor. She's his "favorite".

PS Update on TReyson's walking. Now, if no one is watching, he''ll stand up and walk across the room. However, he still prefers crawling. I think we might have a stubborn streak on our hands. Surely, he didn't get that from ME!?

TREYSON WALKED ACROSS MY BEDROOM!!!!!!

He's NOT crippled!!!!

Yea.

We've had visitor after visitor the past 2 weeks and it has been medicine to my ever-social soul.

Last night, we had a spray tan party.

Trevor said it was the most awkward night of his life.

the end.

Motherly Anxiety

I feel as though my anxiety regarding Treyson is not as psychotic as a year ago; nevertheless, I find myself stressing again of some things which are simply out of my control. I use this blog to vent.

1. He is thin. We have always struggled with filling his little tummy because he is much more interested in the cows, dog, truck, ANYTHING than his food. I just had him weighed and though he is on the charts still, he is so light! Everytime someone says something about being "SO light" or "skinny", I cringe. It's like a competition to see who has the fattest baby. I am PROUD I breastfed Treyson till 11.5 months and know he has the "tall, thin genes" from both Trevor and me and our families. And I can not force feed the shrimp. Mashed potatoes are more fun flung at the wall anyway.

2. He is STILL not walking and 14.5 months. It makes me sick to my stomach now. Mostly because I have seen him stand on his own, and take steps. He just won't do it on his own. It's like he has NO desire to do so. AND, lately we have seen his left foot turn way out when he takes steps. It might just be him "figuring it out" but I wonder if it is something more serious. Forrest Gump comes to mind. "RUN FOREST RUN". Trevor has been doing what he deems "corrective therapy" and it actually has helped. We think it might be related to his now retired walker toy which he had to walk oddly with to avoid hitting the wheels. I DONT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His pediatrician says ALL babies walk at different times and won't even think about it till Treyson is 18 months old. Then, we can reevaluate if he is still walking. I have talked to tons of moms whose babies didn't walk till 16, 18, even 20 months AND last time I checked, I didn't know any 30 year olds who still crawl. Did I mention that his 8.5 month old cousin, Maddie, is WALKING? no pressure or anything.

I think I just FIND things to worry about. I have too much time on my hands apparently. Anyone else a worrier? It's so lame. I think, if I weren't mormon, I would probably smoke a lot of something to relax. (That is a joke. 100% joke. )

Here is the 21 lb., advanced crawler, CUDDLY, hair pulling, praying, screaming, talking, phone calling, cow lover, who is still really really handsome and truly perfect.

lessons.

Hello! Worst blogger ever here.

Life has been throwing some curves our way as of late. I've found myself upset. sad. angry. negative. hating the way things "are" and even how I look. more often than not - the most in my entire 25 years of life. I was starting to get sick of myself and avoiding conversations about my life so I wouldn't find myself complaining to those I love.

Granted, in some ways, my reactions were justified; however, I hate feeling this way.

Easter morning. Normally a day of family togetherness, traditions, bunnies, rainboys, sunshine and joy. Combine with conference? = good day for Andrea.

I awoke to make pastel, easter egg pancakes and instead found freezing cold temperatures, a grouchy teething child and a husband, who had already left to hit the fields to save some cows. Gone half of my magical Easter sunday.

As I sat, in tears, watching conference alone on Easter sunday morning. I was so frusterated. I don't know, or haven't yet learned, how to stand up for what I want and what I feel is right, in a peaceful, loving way while still supporting Trevor and his dreams. I'm not even angry at Trevor. I know, a lot of times, things are out of even his control. I just want to grasp the life I want for myself and my family and make it happen. Not be sad all the time. Yet, it just often seems what I WANT can not happen.

Then came the infamous quote I am tempted to paint in bright red letters on my wall . Something along the lines of "How you respond can change the course of your life."

That quote hit me like a ton of bricks.

So, I decided to be happy for the rest of the day.

It was hard for me.

Trevor finally came home, we had an Easter dinner and watched conference. He had to leave 3 more times to check cows, feed cows, deliver a cow, but it was, all in all, an okay day.

It wasn't ideal.

It wasn't perfect.

I wasn't jumping with joy like I imagined.

BUT, I felt like I learned something greater than my sadness.

I felt like Trevor and Treyson went to bed happier than they would have if I had "fought" for what I wanted.

I suppose that is my greatest role as a mother and wife.

For my family to go to bed happy.

I just wish I could learn to balance standing up for myself and what I want while still making everyone else happy....For now, I'll work on making my reactions worthy of my Savior and myself.

Did you learn anything on Easter?

Thanks to Jenna R. for the photo!