Peace, Hope, and Prayer....

This is what I am living by at the moment. We are all aware of the unfortunate turn the economy has undergone. Thankfully, for me, I believe things WILL get better but not before they get worse. We have recently been attending church regularly again since Madison was born (yes I have issues with leaving her in a nursery) and we love it! We have been going to Lakepoint in Rockwall and couldn't be happier. Though times are tough for us as they are for most in some way, we feel so revived and ready to take on the next week when we leave there. It's very large and some don't see how it seems very personal but it's all what you make of it. It's not about how big or small...it's about your personal relationship with God (as I heard in last weeks sermon) and it's so true. We battle daily with different challenges but we have to remember that God will never give us more than we can handle, although we may think we can't take anymore. I have to remember to have a peace about the world and my individual situation, hope for tomorrow and pray for the well being of my loved ones and our country...it's all we can do at this point. Being a parent just makes all of my worries comes to the surface. I only want the best for my daughter. I will continue to live my life the best I know how and put the rest in God's hands and hope we find our way.

Mac 'N Cheese...how hard can it be?

So, it's been 4 days since I put the house up in smoke...LITERALLY! Madison said she wanted some mac 'n cheese with her dinner so of course I say "okay". I must mention that it is MICROWAVEABLE Mac 'N Cheese...not much to it...unless you are me. I am so distracted at the time because she is requiring a lot of attention and not satisfied with anything. I put the carton in the microwave without a second thought and move on to the living room where I was called by my darling daughter:) Within a minute or so I look back towards the kitchen and see nothing but a huge cloud of smoke. At this point I have no idea what is happening, but know that I should do something. I rapidly get to the microwave asking "what is going on", while Brandon is on the phone with his dad. I open the microwave to see that I have forgotten a "small" part of what it requires...WATER!! Yes, I am that big of an idiot. I make this at least twice a week, I'm not that stupid. I was just so involved in what Madison was doing that I simply forgot.

Brandon is now a little frustrated that he gets snappy with me (while still on the phone) and eventually says, "I have to let you go, my wife is burning down the house". Well, I might as well have been doing so. The smell and cloud of smoke was so bad and thick that we just had to get out. All of us were coughing so bad that we knew we had to do something. We left the house and went to Wal-Mart to buy some time. When we got back...not much better. We had turned on every fan so the cloud itself was gone but the awful smell was still lingering.

This brings me to the "4 days later". I opened the microwave to make popcorn tonight and the smell shot out at me that I went with Cheez-It's instead. This is exactly why I don't cook, but I mean come on, a five year old could make micarowavable macaroni! I stand firm on that when you have a two year old running around, you simply can't have it ALL together. Good times...

What happens when Daddy is the babysitter...

So of course I know that Daddy's way is a little different than Mommy's way...right? For instance, I am with her ALL day long so I obviously have to be the bad guy sometimes. She has to run errands with me and such, so its not always about her. With that said I do make make sure and find time to work on some learning activities, reading, play outside, dance when she wants me to, have tea parties...basically we do it all...so I thought.

Well, I call Brandon on my way home from work and Maddy answers. I ask her what they had been doing and she said "poo poo". Of course I start asking her if she went "poo poo" in the potty which anybody would think she was referencing too. Oh boy was I in for it! As I walk through the front door there is a small pile of "poo poo" lying in the middle of the living room...I was FURIOUS! I immediately started on Brandon with "why if the dog went to the bathroom on the floor would you not pick it up!!? Our child is playing in here and that is just disgusting to leave that there for her to have to play around"! May I remind you, our dog does not too this very often at all, but certainly has been know to when she is ignored and not let outside. So as I am screaming at Brandon he is very calm and continues to say "that's your dog, you know I don't pick up afer her, she is your dog". So this made me even more mad because no matter who's dog it is, PICK IT UP when there is a two year old playing right there!!! I mean come on, the dog is a 4 pound yorkie, how big can the poop be!?! To top it off, as Brandon continued on with his straight face, smirking just once in a while, he finally got up from the couch and with his BARE hand PICKED UP THE POO POO!!! As I started to freak out and he started laughing hysterically, I soon realized him and Maddy pulled a bad prank on me..it was Play Doh!!! I guess it's safe to say I was Punk'd. At this point I have completely forgotten about how mad I was and we were all laughing so hard with Madison still saying "poo poo".
I guess it's only to be expected that when Brandon keeps her for only 3 or 4 hours they are going to have as much fun as possible and who knows what that might involve. I think she adores her daddy for this and I think it's the cutest thing. To make it up to me, he had to watch the Bachelor with me...he never watches that show. Oh, and yes I took a picture of it because I wanted to show how real it really did look, especially not knowing any different and walking in 5 feet away...I swear it looked so real.

I am officially a "Blogger"...I think

I have been thinking of joining the blogger world for a while now, but never thought I would really keep up with it that much. I have since talked about it with my best friend, Shelly and she convinced me....so here I am. I am trying my hardest to get used to how this whole thing works so it could be quite some time before I get a page going that looks remotely creative. I have enjoyed reading my friends blogs and keeping up with what's going on in day to day life. My first thought was that this would be the perfect way to keep a so called diary for myself and a way for those that care to see how life is in the Weir household. I don't feel there is any pressure for anyone to read this, so it makes it somewhat of a therapeutic release. When you spend all day with a 2 year old, you find yourself dancing around singing Elmo songs and forgetting what it feels like to be a grown up!:) My husband "gets it", but doesn't "get it"....if you know what I mean. I guess if I can convince him to care about what I am writing then I'll be doing pretty good. I love you B! This has taken me about an hour or more and I am already being tested on whether or not this "blogging" thing is going to work out. Hopefully I just need some good sleep and a new day...