Tanner's Baptism

I think having a child get baptized is one of those benchmarks that ages you. I have never felt so old. I can't believe I have a kid that has chosen to be baptized.

It was such a great day surrounded by family and close friends. T-man knew exactly who he wanted to talk, to pray, and even what songs he wanted. He is such a great kid and we are so grateful we can be his parents.

Oh, And One More

I did set a New Year Resolution this year. Who am I kidding?

I set it for Brett. I told him that he should write me a love note a day for a year. And I bet you are wondering how he is doing....

A little taste of just what kind of romantic Brett really is:

"Marriage is like doing push ups. There are a lot of ups and downs, but in the end you are much stronger. I love getting ripped with you. B"

New Year Resolution

My husband and I have the same discussion every year.

Brett: Do you want to set some goals for this year.

Me: Yep.

Brett: OK, what do you want to do.

Me: Oh, I don't know you figure it out.

This conversation goes on for about a week, the last week of the year. He has every intention of getting me to commit to something, and I have every intention of agreeing, trying, and even coming up with some of my own. And then before I know it, it is January 27th. He has set goals for us (and I may not even know what they are) and I am still trying to figure out what I slacked on from last year.

I hate Resolutions. I understand the need for goals and to work on things, but I guess in my mind, I hate that it has to surround the New Year and that is isn't something that is a continual process.

I should love them because maybe it would really get me to blog. Maybe.

And there you have it. The first resolution I failed at.

There is still time.....

Last month I opened up my journal to write in it. I try to write a yearly letter to each of my kids around the time of their birthday. I remember the year before I was always so tired and had the intention of doing the older 2's letter when KK had her birthday and I wrote hers, since I didn't get it done when they had their actual birthdays. You probably can imagine my surprise when I opened my journal and realized it had been over TWO years since I last wrote. TWO WHOLE years of incredible busy, brutally honest events that were captured no where. Maybe occasional excerpts here on my blog, but even this has slacked off. If I don't have it here, and I don't have it in my journal-it is nowhere. Guess I better get on it and start getting better at both.

I am setting a resolution for today: To start.

Nesting

Nesting: Often referred to as the period of time before a woman is about to go into labor in which she feels the need to organize her house and her life.
I have always thought of it as a womanly instinct. Until this week. My husband is on a roll. He has spent the last two days going through cupboards, drawers, and closets. I have never seen the likes of it before. Can't say that I mind it. It would just be nice if it lasted all year long.
Now let's just see if I can actually find things in the days to come.