A day in the life...

Woke up this morning at 3:30 am
Laid in bed with Gavin across my face, not joking, until 4:30 am
Woke up for good at 7:30
Made the bed...Gavin destroyed the rest of the bedroom in the process
Cleaned up the rest of the bedroom
Went downstairs for breakfast
Swept up about half of breakfast
Turned on a kickboxing DVD
Burned twice as many calories because Gavin insisted I hold him the entire time
Hopped in the car and took some DVD's back to the library
Got home and got ready while Gavin destroyed the bedroom once again
Walked over to play group
Gavin enjoyed hitting the other children and crying when he didn't get the toy he wanted
Left play group early
Had lunch
Swept up half of lunch
Put Gavin down for a nap
Hopped on the computer

It is only 1:16 and I am exhausted!! My "to do" list consists of cleaning 2 bathrooms, folding laundry, cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the destroyed bedroom again and cleaning out my car that looks like I have been living in it. Oh ya and making dinner and entertaining my child when he wakes up. And I thought the job I had before being a mom was hard! This adorable face...



makes it all worth it though!! Wouldn't trade my days for anything!

Gavin's room

When Brandon and I lived in our apartment I always wanted to paint the walls fun colors. We have now lived in our home for 8 1/2 months and we have yet to paint. So on Friday night as we were driving home from a friends place we (and by we I mean me) decided to paint Gavin's room...the next day. What can I say when I get an idea in my head I have to act on it right then. So here are some before and after pics. We thought about painting the whole room the lighter color, but thought it would be too overwhelming in such a small room.
Before

After


I am also thinking about making something similiar to this to hang on one of the walls with pictures of family. Thoughts?

Obviously it would be in colors that would match his room and maybe be smaller.

Funny?

I just hit my funny bone so hard my entire arm feels like it might explode and there is now a small dent in our bathroom wall. Tell me again why it is called the funny bone. I am about to cry instead...not funny at all if you ask me!