Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I Am

I am good at taking pictures...most days.  I am good at debating.  Love a good challenge between my way or your way. I am good at making macaroni and cheese.  Preferable the microwavable kind.  I am good at wrecking vehicles.  ***grin***  I am da bomb at simultaneously feeding a baby while vacuuming the floor and talking on the phone.  I actually think I deserve an award for that one.

I am good at a lot of things.  A lot of random things.  I, however, am not perfect.  I am far far from perfect.  I  have come to the realization that I never will be perfect.  No one will.  We are all good at making mistakes.  We are all good at doing things we later regret.  Some more than others [raise my hand here].  Some less than others.  We. Are. Only. Human.

This being said, I have learned that it is not only important to realize when mistakes are made, but it is just as important to admit when they are made.  It benefits us when we admit our mistakes to ourselves.  It benefits us even more when we admit those mistakes to those who may have been hurt by them.

I made a mistake last week.  I posted something personal to me.  Personal to those involved.  Personal on a lot of levels.  Though my feelings are an open book, they should only be an open book when no one else's feelings will be involved.  Does it feel good to vent?  Absolutely.  This blog is my therapy.  Blogger.com has saved me bookoodles of money otherwise spent on therapy. True story.  What I posted last week felt good for a moment.  Mistakes normally do.  But, there comes that moment when the "good feeling" is gradually replaced by the feeling of regret.  The feeling that, as good as it felt, you know that there may be people hurt by what you did.  Often times the feeling of regret tips the scales in it's direction and weighs heavier than any good you felt from your actions.

So, I will stand up.  I will swallow my pride.  I will raise my hand and say to whoever may have read my last post...I am sorry.  I am sorry for the example I set.  It's not who I am.  It's not who I want to be.  I am not sorry for my feelings.  We all have feelings.  I am simply sorry for the way in which I expressed these feelings.  Some things are better left between my family and I.

Again.  I am not perfect.  I know most of my shortcomings.  Some I may not be aware of.  Some I may not want to be aware of. But at the end of the day, I feel that if and when we recognize our mistakes, as long as we try to fix them, that's all that matters.  Perfection is not possible in this life.  Being willing to try your best to work towards it...is.  That's all we can do.  That's all I can do.

I. Am. Only. Human.

d

Monday, October 22, 2012

4 out of 5...

Quick set of pics for Small Fries, Tator Tot, Anna Bugs, and Troops.  Knox has had his fair share of pics these last few weeks, so I thought it was only fair that the other cash vacuums didn't feel left out.  That...and the fact that you'll get to see these guys along with Knox in this weeks Calhoun Liberty Journal.  Birth and birthday announcements...better late than never...

Anyways, not taking the time to pick out just a few to post, so posting them all.  Really...me...not have time???  ***roll eyes*** ;)  Love these little people!


















Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Tater Tot and Small Fries...

...growing up... Isla and Estella, Mommy and Daddy cannot believe how big you've gotten. How much you've grown. How much you grow on us each and every day. How much you have changed ALL of our lives for the better. I still am trying to figure out just how you can come from the same parents...same genes...yet look...and act so TOTALLY different. Daddy still mentions a DNA test...but we all know Daddy's a wee bit on the crazy side... We love you both so very very much. We love watching you grow. Watching you brave the craziness that encompasses our household (and you do it well, might I add). We enjoy watching you find your place within our family. We love every single thing about each of you. Most importantly, we love the fact that Heavenly Father has blessed us with all 4...almost 5...little people to keep us grounded and focused on what life is really about. Isles and Stells, we love you. Happy almost ONE and TWO birthdays baby girls!!! Love, Mommy and Daddy

Monday, March 19, 2012

It's a...


Add one to Team Testosterone for the Kevers.

Yep...baby number 5 is all boy...nothing less. I'd post his "undeniable" ultrasound pic, but it's a bit...well...immodest ;)

3 and 1/2 males in our household (the cat is neutered...so I think that qualifies him in at 1/2)
Vs
4 females

However the numbers play out, we're beyond thrilled that we get to welcome a little boy into our home in a little less than 5 months. Can't even begin to tell you how thankful and blessed we are for another healthy baby on the way. Thank you, Lord, for ALL of our blessings!

...and as far as boys vs girls...

well...all I'll say is it doesn't really matter how many boys you add to the mix...there will be enough drama in about 10 years from the females in our home to run even the LARGEST Team Testosterone far far FAR away ;)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

T - 15 days

Countdown begins. Sure 'nuf. Actually the countdown began March 21st, 1982...but it's not until now that I'm realizing the fact that...in two weeks...I'll be 30. 30. 30. 30. 30... Did I tell you I'll be 30?

You know, I could so totally sit here and dwell in my own self pity that I'm getting older. Slowly rounding that corner off of Young Street and accelerating onto Old Avenue. But I'm not. I embrace it. Actually, I kind of like it. Call me wierd, but I'm ready to leave my 20's behind. In the dust {brush off my shoulder}.

Bye bye 20ish drama. That weird age of realizing you're no longer a teenager, but the irritating drama still carries over. The 10 years of "finding yourself." Figuring out who you were and who you are working towards becoming.

I can honestly say I'm ready to move on. I feel I've learned a lot from the last 10 years. I've learned what's important in life. That if you have a family that loves you, you've got it all. If you have your health, you're blessed beyond measure. That if you learn to rely solely on our Heavenly Father, there's absolutely nothing in this life you cannot make it through...and trust me...I had to do that quite a bit in my ol' 20's. I finally know where I'm going in my life. I have a clear picture of where I've been...where I am...where I want to be. Where I want my family to be. What it's going to take to get there. If I live my life focused on this simple vision, I'll be ok. We'll be ok. Will it be easy? Probably not...well...most definitely not. But we'll make it.

I'm happy. I have everything I've ever wanted in life. Ok...maybe I'd like to fit into my size 4 jeans again...but...whatever. There's a reason for that right now ;) I am married to my best friend. I have 4 beautiful healthy kiddos. I have a home. Food to eat each day. Really, who could ask for more?

Lastly, I always said I wanted to make sure I had all my kids by the time I was 30. I came pretty dog-gone close. I guess August 23, 2012 isn't TOO far past 30. Yep...guess plans can change. In this case, it's cool. It's exciting. I feel blessed that Heavenly Father will allow me to take on the challenge of raising not 4...but 5 mini me's in my 30's and beyond. Super excited about that. After all, they keep me young (other than the grey hair that's finding it's way through all the dark hair).

So...arms up...muscles flexed...HOOO-AH! Come on 30. Save me from what were 10 c-razy years. I'll embrace all you have to offer with much more wisdom, courage, strength...and a slightly bigger waistline (ok...a lot bigger waistline) than I ever had in my 20's. I'm still young at heart. I still dance (when no one's looking). I still like to color (the kids think my drawings are da bomb...and I think that's da bomb). I love to play with play-doh. Play ball with the kids. And I still think it's super cool that I can shoot a bird with my middle toe on my left foot. Not the greatest bragging right...I'm aware of that...but it sure comes in handy when Logan irritates me :)

Anyways, 'nuf said about all that.

Now I'm tired. ...and it's lunchtime... is this part of getting older? *yawn*

d

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

.O.


I'm a lucky girl. I got my prize. In more ways than one.

I love this man. My best friend in the whole world. My first crush. My first kiss. My first love. Sure, I could kill him some days...figuratively speaking...sort of. But, my life was never complete...and would have never been complete without him.

O, I love you more than I ever have. More than the first time I knew I loved you. Life's been more than a roller coaster for both of us. But, through every up...every down...we're always at the end of the ride TOGETHER. Sometimes a little tattered, but together none-the-less. I think that's all that really matters in the end.

I love the way you look at our babies. It melts my heart more than you will ever know. I love your dark curly hair. I love your smile. Your kindness. Your ability to make me laugh even when I'm angry. The way you smile at me and kiss me every night you get home.

I love us. I love the life we have created together. The life Heavenly Father has blessed us with. I love the fact that I have won the prize I dreamed about my whole life. You.

I cannot wait to spend eternity with you.

I love you, O.

(now do I get my back massage tonight? ;)

bird

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Things that Make Me Smile



Some people base their happiness on their immaculate home.
I'm just happy when you can walk across my floor without tripping on a monster truck or having a milk-sogged froot-loop stuck to the bottom of your foot.

Some people smile because they drive the fastest, most expensive car.
Ok, so maybe I'm a wee bit jealous when a red 'vette flies past me on the interstate as I frantically search (one handed) for a napkin to fling across the length of my Tahoe to soak up juice that Tripp spilled in the back seat.

Some people base their wealth on the amount of money they have in the bank.
I'm just thrilled when there's enough in the account to make a much needed Walmart run.

What makes me happy...what makes smile...what makes me feel that I am blessed beyond measure...are these four little beings. Four little monsters. Four little beggars, mess makers, comedians, dancers, arguers, snuggle bugs, hug-givers, friends... These four kids are what make me smile each and every day. Sure, there are moments a smile is the farthest thing from my face. Particularly when I find my makeup covering my make-up table. But that's all part of it, I guess. But, these guys are my world. My life. I look at them and feel as if I have accomplished everything in this life that I was meant to do. I am beyond blessed for what the Lord has given to me.

So, when you pass me in your brand new car, I may be a little jealous, but just know that what I have INSIDE my ol' Tahoe is what makes me smile. (I'll just buy my new 'vette when I retire ;)