First day.

How cute are my boys. I love them so much. Zach said his day was "AWESOME" and Sam said it was good except for the boy that sits across from him who he finds extremely annoying. He is a funny kid. One day down and a school year to go.

2011-2012 School Year.

School starts tomorrow morning. Can I tell you even though I can't stand homework, I am SO excited for it to start. The boys are making me crazy. Well, crazier...

Samson Christopher Belcher.

Seven fabulous years ago at 5:58pm on a Thursday afternoon my little love bug Sam was born. He is such an amazing child. He told Chris that when he got to open his presents make sure to cover his eyes then when the gifts were in front of him tell him to open his eyes and yell "SURPRISE". That was more important to him then what he actually got. He makes my heart happy!

June 18, 2010.

This inevitable day has changed my life forever. This last year has been somewhat of a blur. Knowing that my dad is in a better place, my heart misses him more then I can even express. Every day I think of him and wish for just one last time I can hear his voice calling me "his Aimer".

Top 10 steps to Happiness.

#1 - Forget the past.

#2 - Take responsibility for your life.

#3 - Build relationships.

#4 - Develope multiple Passions.

#5 - Build your character.

#6 - Be who you are.

#7 - Live your life purpose.

#8 - Count your Blessings.

#9 - Have a positive mind.

#10 - Work Creatively.



I looked up "how to be happy" and came across this. The one that hit me first was #4. I need some passions in life.

Did you know?

Did you know that everytime you kiss Samson he kisses you back then puts his hand to his mouth as if to kiss his fingers and then touches his heart? He says he is putting the love into his heart so he can keep it forever. How amazing is that?! The love of my children can put a smile on my face whenever I need it.

I love them.

Growing up.

A sad thing happened tonight in our home. Samson called a classmate and basically set up his own playdate. Listening to him on the phone was quite comical. He is a funny kid. The convo we could hear went something like this:

Hi Maximo

Its Sam

Samson Belcher (like the 6 yr old friend has any clue)

from school

You told me to call you (the "told" was said with a "duh" sound.


So Chris and I took him over to his friends house to play for a while. Chris on the other hand is extremely sad that his buddy has chosen another for the afternoon. He looked so sad when he asked Sam was he really going.

Like I said, sad day at our house. They grow up too fast.

Dad.

I miss him daily. It makes me sad.

Does it ever get any easier?

My Obsession.

These are delicious. Period. I don't think there is much more to say.

Beat it.

Picture this. Zach rocking out on the WII playing the guitar to Michael Jackson's Beat it. Sam on vocals. The song goes, "showin how FUNKY and strong is your fight...it doesn't matter who's wrong or right, just Beat it."

Not in our house.

Sam is singing at the top of his lungs, "showin how FUCKIN wrong is your right."

I keep telling him he is wrong. He just doesn't believe me.

I believe I can fly.

So Chris, Sam and I were watching American Idol tonight and the young kid was singing "I believe I can fly" by R. Kelly.

Chris says "not good huh Sam. Not good"

Sam, who by the way is hysterical, says, "He's lying huh dad. He's lying. He can't fly. Only birds can fly. LIke eagles. Not people."

I wish I had his face recorded or something because the kid is just funny. Then like 2 minutes later, somehow he bit Chris's armpit. Not really sure how but he did.

My Crockpot.

BEHOLD!!

The handle on the lid to my Crockpot broke off last night. It brought a tear to my eye. Not really but almost. My heart really did drop a little. Chris bought me the beloved Crock for Christmas 3 years ago and now I don't think I can live without. I went online and was going to order another lid but there wasn't one for sale on the Rival Crockpot web site. First thing this morning I called the 800 number and the nicest man named Keith answered my call. He at first told me that the model of Crockpot I have is obsolete so I was unable to order a replacement lid. Sad for me. Then my new friend Keith made my day. He was sending me a NEW one totally free of charge to me. An upgraded model. The Smart Crockpot. I am so excited. It should arrive in 7 to 10 days. I can't wait.

I need some excitement in my life.

Boogers and Cologne.

Every night I tuck the boys in bed and give kisses goodnight. Tonight was no different. As I leaned over to kiss Sam, on the wall right by the window that is next to Sam's bed was......a booger. A big fat nasty dried up booger. Disgusting. That child sometimes kills me. I give him a quick talking to about how we do not wipe boogers on the wall and the whole time the kid has this little stinky grin on his face. Then as I lean over to kiss him I almost choked because right after his shower, he doused himself with Chris's cologne. ALOT of cologne.

That kid is crazy.

Boxes.

What is it about boxes that kids love? At birthdays and Christmas time those are the items that get played with the most. My boys are 5 and 8 and they still love them. This sleeping bag box was the highlight of the week around here. I just don't get it. But then again, it's been a LONG time since I fit in a box.

My Baby.

My Baby no more. I know I am late in doing this but I took Sam's training wheels off today. One push and he was gone. He is so dang cute on his little bike. He was all over this afternoon. His face was so adorable as we stood and cheered him on. Chris and I were beaming. This was definitely my amazing moment today.

Parent Teacher Conference.

I told the kids that today I would meet them at the school because it's parent teacher conferences today. School lets out at 3:55pm. I spent 10 minutes looking for the kids. I was beginning to worry but finally Zach had to yell "AIMEE" for me to see him. I'm getting old. I guess I can't see like I think I can. I should have just looked for the kindergarten student that was walking up to me all funny because he peed his pants. That student would be Sam. Zach's conference is at 4:15 with Sam's immediately following at 4:30. At 4:12 Sam asks me "if anyone has any wipes?" He informs me he pooped his pants as well. Are you serious? Zach takes him the to bathroom to clean up because I now have to meet with Zach's teacher. The boys come in classroom few minutes later and Zach says everything taken care of. As we leave the room 10 minutes later I notice that there are footprints in the carpet that look a little like poop. The poor janitors have already pulled out the carpet cleaner to clean up the poopie footsteps that are all up and down the hall. Did I mention that this is a brand new school? It takes me about 3 seconds to figure out where it's all coming from. The poop that Sam "cleaned up" has fallen out of his pants and he has stepped on it and tracked it all over. Awesome. I have him take off his shoe and we just keep walking like it wasn't us. Sam's conference has started and we sit and listen and I keep smelling the lovely aroma of crap. Finally done and I notice that Sam has lost his coat. I'm pretty sure it's in the bathroom from when he "cleaned" himself. As I round the corner to the bathroom now the poor janitors have taken out a pressure washer. What the crap!?! Did he get poop everywhere? I just turned around and walked away. No coat. Oh well. He was bound to grow out of it someday. At home now and Sam is going to the shower and he is undressing. The kid did not wear underwear today. No wonder the poop came out his pant leg.

I'm tired.

Me.

In my constant and it seems never ending quest for Happiness, there are questions that I continually ask myself. Am I unhappy? Why do I feel unhappy? What will make me happy? What and where is my happy place? The list can go on and on. I know that I should not compare myself and my life to other peoples lives but that is a hard one for me. Its something that I have done for years and in my realization that the grass is definitely NOT greener over on the other side, it has let me know one thing. My life is actually pretty dang good. I have amazing children who will always snuggle me, a delicious man I come home to and a cozy bed to get into at night. When I take it down to the basics, I am one lucky girl. I know that tomorrow I might doubt things or have a moment or even 20 moments of craziness but for right here, right now...

It's a great day!!!!!!!!!!!

Today.

So I get home from work today and no one was home. Chris was picking boys up from school and wasn't back yet. I knew I had to return some books to the library right behind my house so perfect opportunity. A quick run by myself. I pull out of my neighborhood and guess who was pulled over on the side of the road (the road that butts up to my backyard)?

Chris.

I pulled over on the opposite side of road and roll my window down, "Are you getting a ticket?"


C: Maybe.

A: For what?

C: Kids not buckled.

I pull away slightly irritated wondering if a seat belt ticket goes against auto insurance or just a money ticket.

I drop my books off and go home. When I walk in the house I can hear Zach crying and I ask him what's wrong. He is totally traumatized that dad got pulled over and tells me that it's all his fault. I console him for a minute but can't seem to get much info off of him due to all the tears so I go ask Chris what happened. He did not get a ticket but did get a warning. It wasn't even Zach who wasn't buckled. It was the turkey Samson.

Who couldn't give a crap.

He is not even the slightest bit worried that his beloved daddy could have gotten in trouble. Meanwhile Zach has been crying for almost an hour and is having a difficult time getting over it.

My tender lovebug. He is such a sweet boy.

What was I thinking?

I am a procrastinator. Bad.

I saw the cutest thing on MarthaStewart.com and thought I could do that. Make our own totally cute Valentines to give to the classmates instead of buying the cheesy Spiderman or Transformer ones. I have had all of the stuff needed for at least a week. But I waited. Until Monday night at 5:30pm. I waited so long that the boys were no longer a part of this because I didn't have the luxory of time to involve them. So I sit for 4 freaking long hours and make these really cute sucker flowers. 57 of them.

I'm not so sure I think they are so cute anymore.

Next year we are back to buying the cheesy ones.