New member to the fam

I would like to welcome Brooklyn, she is the newest member to our family..

Isn't she beautiful?! Wait till all things great are added to this natural beauty, she will do great things.

Bald hair don't care

This post is solely to let everyone notice the progress in Bostyn's hair growth.

We went from this

To this...

Now it may not appear to be alot but we went from having nothing to a little somethin something and I just need you guys to take a few moments to appreciate! Bost I'm so proud of your hair growth! Keep up the good work and it'll be to your ears in no time.

That is all my friends.

xoxo

Children on leashes

I've always despised parents who decided it would be a good idea to leash up their kid any time they were going out, but after watching Bostyn be able to cause more damage than a terrorist, in a quick.37 seconds, I'm beginning to change my thought of crazy people doing irrational things, to genius people outsmarting their very curious child. Bostyn seems to think she is a grown 25 year old woman capable of wandering the streets of New York all by herself with no assistance needed. She also seems to take GREAT pride in her abilities to recreate a perfectly put away room into that of which looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Soooo what I'm trying to say is-

Yes I will be investing in a leash.
Yes it will be a fashionable one.
Yes it will benefit me and Bost greatly.
No I will not ever judge someone else for doing so.
No I won't lose my wild child at Disneyland, thanks to the new found decision to purchase one of these babies!

Plus this way I can walk my future puppy I plan on getting as well as my child. Its a double whammy if you will!
Now the questions being.. Which one!? They do have quite the variety.
Do we go wrist like this..

Or perhaps a little harness..

 Or maybe the monkey pack pack guy. So it seems a bit more

 ethical..

Have a wonderful day!

Marines

People seem to question me a lot on my decision in wanting to join the military. I have never wanted anything more than to serve my country, become part of the 1% who takes that challenge, who makes that sacrifice. That's the only answer I have for you. It is what I want. It may not be for you, or you may not think its whats "best" for me and Bostyn, but I can't think of a more proud moment than when I am able to put on that uniform, having known WHAT I want threw in order to wear something of so much importance. Being a single mom is not what you would exactly call easy. Working two jobs and seeing my baby girl a few days out of the week is a challenge, a huge one. So what is 13 weeks of boot camp being apart from her compared to a life time of continuing to work this much? Its a sacrifice, a huge one. But as passionate as I feel about this I know it would be worth it to me.

I will be a Marine.

No questions about that.

My top 5 cities I have yet to live!

1. Boston, Massachusetts.

Tell me this isn't beautiful? And so Historic! One day my friends one day.. Not to mention its the number one city for single most successful men in the United States. You just decided Boston seems like a good idea didn't you?!

2. Seattle, Washington.

First of all that Space Needle! So pretty, gotta see it one day. But lets get real here.. Anyone watch Grey's Anatomy? Guilty as charged. That place became all the more appealing once McSteamy got there!

3. Oceanside, California.

Typical right? How can you resist though! Plus Pendleton is near by, get a nice view of some military men eh eh, and that my friends, is enough to convince me!

4. Philly, Pennsylvania.

She's beautiful! You may be wondering why I wrote Philly, that is on account of the full word is extremely difficult for me, its such an awkward word to pronounce, usage of the L or not? Anyway a good friend is from there and the stories are epic! Culture shock for my sheltered little Utah self but an adventure none the less. Plus good ole Vick :) football talk is not for this post though.. Save that for another day! And I'd be so close to this beautiful place..

Last but not least...

5. New York City!!

There is no other place like it! It is alive 300 percent of the time! Love it, plus you can walk everywhere and dress up all the time. Wear high heels for a jog in the park! You just can't beat it.

Any places you guys plan on experiencing?! Curious to know.

xoxo

Hoodrat stuff with my friends!

Has anyone ever seen the video that so wonderfully inspired this tshirt?

If not i'll post the link so you can watch it.

So after seeing this..

and then seeing this..

I immediately decided that I was going to go and make a shirt just like that, its entirely too cute to not laugh and smile about! This little one melts my little heart!

xoxo,

oh and p.s if you want to join the hoodrat stuff with my friends club, then tell me to make you a shirt and i'd be glad too! I can imagine how left out you'd be after seeing me and Bostyn in matches ones! Lame? Not even!

Identity Crisis

De donde esta?!

This little child of mine seems to be a  bit confused. She speaks more Spanish and signs to me more than she speaks English. Then she likes to dance like she's in a music video. I could possibly blame this on me constantly saying Reggie Bush is her dad, poor girl doesn't know who she is!

See? Happy couple right? But even then he isn't Hispanic, so we're going to give a nice shout out to our good friend Dora, thanking her for the diversity she offers Bostyn... or Gracias is what I really meant.


This all happened when it was entirely too quiet in the living room for a 14 month old, who decides its a great idea to dump mommies nail polish on her white rug, and continue to roll around in, or someone who thinks that just because mommy doesn't wake up when she does she can deliberately take her diaper off and sit on my head.. and pee, yes that's right PEE, something that has happened not once, or twice, but THREE times. So I knew that this munchkin needed some checking up on. However, I didn't find any makeup smeared on her face or even food paintings on the wall.. Instead a very large one year old kicking back in the recliner beginning to yell "COMO! Boots! No No, Si!" followed by some very perfected Spanish, and to think all this time before it was only gibberish, boy was I wrong. Now when she continually is yelling things at me I turn to any one person I feel can serve as a great interpreter, because she has simply outsmarted me with the bilingual thing.