Sex and Babies

Oh my, get your head out of the gutter, sex as in boy or girl, male or female. My goodness you people, this is a family blog:)

It's a Girl!!!

We are crazy excited to be adding a new little bundle to our brood come October. It feels eternally far away, but I guess in truth we are cruising right along.

When pregnant, the utmost thing every mother desires, above all else, is that the baby is healthy. If ever even asked if your hoping for a boy or girl, inevitably there will be someone there who will step in and say, "oh, it doesn't matter, as long as it's healthy." And, while it can be slightly annoying, it's so, completely, true. Yet still, somewhere deep inside there can be a longing for one or the other. An idea treasured away of what you saw laid out for your family. That being said, of course first and foremost my thoughts were that the baby is healthy, but. . .if I were to be completely upfront and honest with you- I would tell you that it took me just one wild moment of adjusting to the news of a baby girl. Deep down, I had always held some longtime belief that I was made to be a mama to boys. In that same regard, if ever pressed- my hubby would claim he was meant to be a father to girls. So, this was the real deciding factor, with two of each which way would the scale tip? I don't know if I so much had mothers intuition that it was a boy, or I just deeply hoped for one, regardless I had picked out his name and foolishly settled in. Never a wise move for a any of you up and coming mothers out there. 

Thankfully, it didn't take too terribly long for the news to settle and my thinking to align. My ever so kind doctor was sympathetic yet persistent in his attempts to let the facts sink in. As I was walking out his door he slyly said "She is a healthy little girl, She  is lovely, She is perfect, She, She, She." Next my sister-in-law texted me with a girl name reasoning that I may just like it, and I kinda loved it. Also, I've been attempting to go thru and delete pictures and save pictures and load pictures, an endless project that I'm about five years behind on, anyway, I came across video after video of our little Eleanor- it's truly impossible to not want another little gal after that! She is such a hoot. Then it hit me- watching these two little girls grow up close in age is going to be pretty freaking amazing! I always wanted a sister, well, maybe not so much as a kid, but indubitably once I grew up. They seem to stick together forever, and I profoundly can't get enough of that thought.

Theres just a whole lot of joy and buzz going around our home right now- it's all very exhilarating!

A Hello, an Update, an I'm Sorry, and an I Miss You

Hi!!!!

Yowzer, I cannot even fathom how long it's been since I've been in this space. I miss this space- it's such a beautiful reflection of our life, and a wonderful home for me to create, and write and photograph. Please know, I had no intention of giving it up, and still don't, but a break was- well, seemingly mandatory.

For those who haven't heard, Kaleb and I are expecting our fifth little wild! We could not possibly be more excited! We tried to put the phase behind us and move on, but in our heart of hearts, that's just not what either of us wanted. Although, I think I've made my self pretty clear when I say I'm an eternal optimist, and not very grounded in reality- this was a perfect real life example. For the thought never truly occurred to me that I could be sick again, that of course I would be sick again. The reality of my pregnancies are downright brutal, and sadly, my reality did set in- swiftly and with a vengence!

Miracle of all miracles though, thru some research, vitamins, and a ridiculously strict whole food eating regime, I am back on my feet and feeling better then I ever could have hoped in a pregnancy. Knock on wood and a whole lot of prayers, that it will continue!

All of that to say, that I'm sorry I left you all in the lurch, with no tale of my whereabouts. I had dreams and visions, of a beautiful bundle announcement, yet the weeks slowly came and went, and I have yet to even get my camera out ( can't say that I'm overly pumped about being in front of it either:) I also want to say huge Thank You for the many emails I received from all of you. You cannot possibly imagine how much each one meant to me, while I was struggling thru that time. They quite literally made my day!

Hopefully, I will be back to reading all about you all too. I've missed catching up on your lives as well! I can't promise that I will be back as often and as thoroughly as before, but I have high hopes of documenting this incredible phase of our lives. 

What's in my Bag

I have a real affinity for sneaking a peek into peoples everyday. It's one of the main reasons I love blogs so much, and if there's a little tell or behind the scenes, you can bet I will sniff it out quicker than a hound dog looking for his favorite bone.

So, bearing this in mind, I thought I would dive into my great big bag of tricks and let you in on a few of my daily survival essentials.

First, lets take a moment to admire this bag. Isn't she beautiful! It's far and away the nicest thing I've ever owned, but sometimes a girl just needs something grand. The leather feels like butter and it smells of a small mom and pops leather store located on some cobbled side street deep in the heart of Italy- amazing. This was my first time not carrying a diaper bag in years, and although heavy, it feels so good.

One more last look you cheeky thing you:)

Now, lets see whats inside, besides an uncanny amount of trash, and random toy cars, legos and transformers.

The Honest Co. diapers and wipes- Although I may not carry the typical diaper bag, I am very much still in the phase of life where having them is an absolute must. Honest completely sold me with their cute prints and eco-friendly POV. Plus, they are shipped straight to my door- being that I am thirty minutes away from any type of shopping, this was a huge plus. I have totally and completely loved them! They are incredibly cute, uber convenient, and give me good vibes from good choices. I think the bundle price is quite fair, as a typical bundle last me at least two months.

Rescue Remedy My Dad owns a health food store, so I'm continually  inundated with vitamins, tinctures and homeopathics. I've found that this is a great remedy to keep handy- perfect if I find myself getting a tad overwhelmed, or a wild has gotten hurt and is a bit worked up. A few quick sprays is all it takes for a little calm to seep in, or at least take their mind off of whatever is bothering them for a hot minute.

Herban Essentials Towelettes These little babies are incredibly handy. Made with pure essential oils, they smell sooooo good, and are naturally antibacterial and antiseptic. Lemon for a quick uplift while dispelling any germs, lavender to bring forth a calming effect, and peppermint for any little upset tummies. I use them to cleanse grimy chubby mitts, lay them across aching bellies, wipe down sticky tables, and for grabbing a quick cleansing breath. They are a perfect on the go companion.

YumEarth Organics Lollipops You will not ever see me out, when I am not carrying a full bag of these bad boys. Made with organic fruit juice, they are gluten free, fat free, nut free, with 100% of your daily vitamin C. They are uncanny in their ability to quiet down small children. The perfect item for waiting rooms, car trips, business meetings- anything where you find yourself in need of a bit of quiet. Screaming tot passes you by at the grocery store, offer them an organic sucker so they will finally hush up and you can shop in peace. They are fail proof.

Nourishing Coconut Cream Lip Balm This is always my favorite, possibly because I can swipe one from my Dads shop anytime I'm running low, but still- smells like the beach and instantly gives you that tropical, no worries mojo, while making ones lips supple and smooth. It's a win win.

Raw Shea Butter Hand Cream A nutrient rich and long lasting moisture treatment, it is the ultimate in hand creams. My absolute favorite, the smell is nice while not being overpowering and full of toning and anti-aging properties. Yes please.

Throw in my iPhone 6+, maybe a change of clothes for the little miss, my camera and four lifefactory water bottles and you've got yourself a 50lb bag- but you're ready for the day!

My Wilds

It will come as no surprise to you when I say 'I love my kiddos'- what mother doesn't, right? But please, humor me for just a bit while I brag about these four, wildly lovable, loves of my life. Taking a moment, to write about each one and where they are in this season.

Aussie- She is incredible. Honestly, I pray that I am half the mother she will be someday. She is one of those girls that's born for it- patient, thorough, organized and fair. You can see it in her eyes that there are widows where she wishes I would just hand over the reigns. 'Come on,' they say, 'I love you, but you have no idea what you're doing'. Thankfully, I'm not too prideful. I watch and I learn and even take the occasional pearls of wisdom while still trying to say- 'trust me, sweet child. It may not always look like it, but I've got this'. Hoping, and praying that she will be a kid while the moment is her's. She is fiercely creative, unintentionally funny, stubborn and confident in who she is, with the softest heart I've ever known. She is my rock and my wild card, the one who gave me this role as mother and I will patiently yet eagerly wait to see what she will create with her life.

Zain- This kid is a bundle of contradictions. Rough and tumble, strong and brave- with the gentlest most sensitive soul I've ever known. He is incredibly quick witted, and downright funny- he can always make me laugh. He is the first to give kisses, ask how you're feelings or offer up his snuggles. He's also the first one up, dressed and out the door, ready for whatever adventure the day holds. He must always be moving, he never tires, and he is unafraid while still being cautious. I love every inch of this kid.

Isaac- Isaac is beautiful. Both inside and out. He's magnetic- and everyone, everywhere is drawn to him. He carries weight and has a beautiful aura that sucks you right inside his vortex of cuteness. At four, he still maintains some of his baby-ishness, chubby hands and a round little belly. Although, he adamantly claims he is one of the big kids, he still wants to be carried, held, and manages to quietly slip into bed with Kaleb and I every night. He is hilarious- one of the funniest kids I've ever known. He laughs easily while still maintaining an overall grumpy demeanor. He is light and laughter and joy all rolled up in tiny human form.

Eleanor- this little babe is like none other before her. She is the essence of the strong willed child. Resolute, unfailing in her determination, and feisty as all get out. She manages all of this in the sweetest of ways, never trying to be difficult, yet remaining steadfast. She is kooky and a born entertainer- she was absolutely made for the spotlight. She has finally learned to say 'I love you,' and I'm quite certain there is nothing better in the world. 

These crazy kiddos are good. Lately, more than ever, I find myself so grateful to know them. To have been blessed by their presence. To watch them day by day, a front row seat to something amazing. 

A Humorous Fail

It was one of those days. . .

A day where I was still holding on to the last dregs of sickness. The wilds were anxious and bursting with untouched energy, and my love was frantically running around caring for everyone and everything. 

We had a going away bash for friends that evening, where our appearance was mandatory, yet it was becoming increasingly clear- that I would not be attending. Kaleb, strong and brave man that he is, magically managed to get all four kids dressed, out the door and loaded into the car in just the nick of time. A true feat for any one parent.

Thirty minutes passed, and from my sick bed I receive his phone call- he had just arrived to the party, when to his total dismay he realized that he still had on his house slippers!

It still makes me smile:)

---pic is old, but makes me happy. Still, I must get out my camera and get myself back in gear. Happy week, friends!

Anniversary

It's unbelievably hard to wrap my head around, but today, Kaleb and I are celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary. My, it goes by so quickly- it hardly seems real. 

This man though, he is the absolute love of my life. I love him more then I ever could have dreamed and am beyond thankful to walk this life with him.

Happy Anniversary, love!

Bring on Spring

What seems like just a few days ago, I was deep in the heart of winter. Enjoying the arctic chill of the out of doors set in direct contrast to the backdrop of a warm house- with a fire blazing, it's deep hues of orange and red pushed against the glass panes.

We had fallen into our cold weather routine- and it was lovely. Big Breakfasts, cleaning up as a family to the beating tones of Mumford and Sons- always the boys first pick. From there we would all take to the fireplace room, warm drinks in hand to read or partake in mancala tournaments, all before we would lay our little miss down for a morning nap, while we commenced to schooling. Using her post sleep wails as our closing bell- we would grab a quick lunch before bundling up and heading out for an afternoon spent playing with mother nature.

We had a thing, a rhythm- It was working.

and now it's not.

These wee bugs have become tightly wound balls of highly compressed energy- ready to explode at any moment. They are over the cozy and the methodical. You can see it in their eyes, an almost crazed longing for adventure, warmth and freedom. They want to run wild and build and explore- they are craving the deliverance that only spring can bring them. I can feel it welling up inside me too. A deep longing for sunshine to warm the tops of my shoulders and caress the back of my neck. To dig my hands into the cool, soft earth- planting seeds and bringing forth life.

There is something wholly special in the changings of the seasons. Bringing with it an awakening, a renewal of routines and refreshing metamorphose of drill. I can feel the heartbeat of spring coming forth within us- a feeling of power like we ourselves could call up the tulips, buttercups, violets and vervains.

Change is coming, and we-for one, are ready.

Happiness in a Catch-Up

I cannot tell you how great it feels to be back in this space again. I have missed it, and I have missed all of you!

I want to say a deep heartfelt Thank You, to each one of you who left such sweet comments, and sent kind emails- for your prayers and your kindness- it was a mighty blessing during a very rough week.

And it was a rough one- My Dad stayed with us thru the week, ensuring that he got lots of rest and extra attention. Each day building his confidence and  becoming more and more at peace. Sadly, during his stay- we all got sick. Stomach bugs, viruses, strep- you name it, we had it. It all combined into a very heavy feeling and around Wednesday I found myself crazy sick, in Memphis, crammed in a mass of people, at the theatre to watch the long awaited Lion King- balling my eyes out. I could go no further.

It was just one of those little times in life where you really had to search to find the happy- so I forced myself to sit down and write it out. 

- good books. I just happened to have picked up a copy of Peace Like A River by Leif Enger and had brought it with me to the hospital last weekend. I spent many an hour reading aloud to my Dad and we both were consumed. It is hands down one of the most beautifully written books I've ever come across. Lyrical and profound in it's prose- truly a brilliant read. (T-tom if you're reading this, you will absolutely love this one!)

- Veg Night. Kaleb and I have dubbed Monday nights Veg night. We  put kiddos to bed early, order out food, watch bad tv and just relax all night. It's a whole lotta awesome. This week got away from us, but last night we were able to make up for it.

-My sister-in-law. I am so thankful for her. She is incredibly supportive- texting, calling, checking in on us everyday, bringing meals- She excudes kindness and comfort and I am beyond grateful for her presence in my life.

- hot water. Our hot water heater in no bueno- but this week the heavens parted and gave me the gift of a hot shower- and it was good.

- While still laying around, sleeping off the last dregs of this sickness, my little Eleanor was sitting next to me in bed and she offered me her two most valued treasures. So lovingly she handed me her pacifier and then the corner of her blanket, which she rubbed up and down on my nose, just the way she quiets herself for nap time. I was so honored.

-There's a lot of happiness in the small things too, like non-scented deodorant, twix bars, ginger kambucha, good music, clean sheets. And lots and lots of happy from my people- those four crazy little rascals and Kaleb, always, Kaleb.

Sure, like everyone, there are times when I can get a little down, wallow in some self-pity, but I'm always pulled back up. The truth of it is -and this is a direct quote my Dad has sayed over and over since I was a little girl- 'I live a charmed life.'

Ramblings of a Scared Heart

If I thought that Thursday was a rough day, I was about to be given a serious lesson in perspective. 

I woke up on Friday morning, feeling lighter. My demeanor back to it's sunny, happy self. There was freezing rain coming down outside, slowly hitting our tin roof and bouncing and bumping it's way to the cold ground beneath. It was a stay in your pajamas and snuggle kind of day. A day that whispers gently for you to be still, slow way down and savor in it's ease. So that's just what we did. . .

and then in a brief moment it shifted. 

Suddenly I found myself on the phone with an ER doctor telling me he was with my dad- who was, I would find out, in the midst of a major heart attack. Helicopters weren't flying due to weather so they would be rushing him to Little Rock ASAP.

I couldn't make sense of it. My Dad? My Dad? It wasn't feasible- he is the epitome of health. He is my rock and I am his baby girl, how could this be happening.

To say that it was a whirlwind from that moment on would be a gross understatement, yet somehow intertwined thru it seamlessly was also a great sense of peace. Everyone came together, we claimed our roles and we made it. He is doing so much better, and I think we can all say  that we are grateful it happened. Now we are aware of his hearts shortcomings and will have a much better chance of prevention in the future.

Things are still a little crazy right now, and my hands are a bit full at the moment,  but even in this- I feel so wholly blessed. My Dad is going to be ok. My husband is completely and unbelievably the love of my life- always strong, always stable, doing everything that can possibly be done to make it easier on us all. My best friend drove three hours to pick me up by eight in the morning. She drove me to the hospital and stayed with me and my dad until family could get there that afternoon- I can't say that I was surprised, that's who she is, but I was honored. And then there were my beautiful kiddos- untouched by sadness and fear, always thinking about themselves in the most comforting of ways. They have a skill of carrying normalcy with them, pulling everything back down to reality- a trait I have never been more thankful for. 

It's the unknown of incidents like this that leave everyone  coming together- grasping for the ones you love. It leads to more smooches and tighter hugs and has an inherent way of breaking down walls that sadly, have been built as we've grown up. 

Anyway, I'm not sure how to end this- It was just an account for me to remember, a place to seek the good, and also to tell you all where I've been. You, my friends, have come to mean so much to me and your prayers and support would be invaluable.

p.s.- I have not taken any pictures in days, my mind is not really kicking out the creativity and I have no post at the ready- so if there is a topic that intrigues you or a question you would like answered, leave it in the comments- and if given a free moment this week, I can work from there.     

Stinker Daze

 

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day.

It just was.

It was one of those days where I was awakened at the crack of dawn, and right away- I just couldn't find myself. Nothing felt proper, my kindness seemed all used up and all I really wanted was to just close the blinds, crawl in bed and hide until the day had passed. 

looking back, I can see that it probably would have been wiser if I had. I was curt and sarcastic and said things I shouldn't have- and I knew, I knew I needed to to just stop. To pull myself out of this funk, restart and move on. It seemed so simple, yet I couldn't figure a way out. I was terribly lost in this day, wallowing in it's ugliness.

Then the wilds started waking up from their nap, stumbling out of their room one by one they converged. Piling on top of me, smothering me with their stinky breath and big smooches. These kiddos don't understand a bad day, they don't get the terms 'space' and a 'moment.' They just love wholeheartedly and unconditionally. Their childlike displays of kindness and need were a gentle cleansing rain, washing away any left behind yucks and leaving me fresh and restored.

We managed to scrap together the evening, piecing it into something good. Their were extra tight squeezes and more goodnight kisses then I could even count. There were late night snacks and stolen moments to chat about loose teeth and cupcakes.  We made it thru.

Now, I'm bundled up in my bed awaiting the morning. A little leg is thrown over mine, and a chubby hand keeps thumping down on the keyboard as a type- and I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Thankful to have a crew who loves me regardless- of a terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day.

Thank goodness it's Friday- Have a great weekend friends.

Thrills on Wheels

Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's just this time of year, but I have had a severe and beautiful case of wanderlust.

I find myself a bit antsy, just the teeniest bit bored, and ready, oh so ready, to go. Craving adventure, every part of me yearning to do something novel, to see fresh places, and try exotic foods. I want to do and be and explore and find. 

For now, to help combat this need, I'm starting small. Exploring what's around. Packing the wilds up and taking them to experience something they've never done, something outside of routine and the day to day.

Last week, we appeased my appetite by taking them roller skating! This was brand new to the kiddos, as at the farm there is not a speck of pavement or cement anywhere, so most wheeled activites are out. We waited till dinner had been prepared, eaten and subsequently cleaned up, then told them to get their 'town clothes' on- we were headed off on an adventure.

It was probably one of the funniest nights of the year. They wouldn't let us put Eleanor in a stroller, so we just rented her skates, which was hilarious. If you can even fathom a one year old in roller skates, it is quite a sight. It was basically two hours of Kaleb and I picking kids up off the ground. At one point we looked up and our eyes met, all four were laid out on the slick wooden floor and we just burst out laughing. Why, Oh why, do all my bright ideas seem to end like this? 

By the end of the night, Aussie and Isaac had gotten to where they could semi-get around. They came home bruised and sore but thrilled with themselves, and I came home happy. My thirst for thrill briefly satisfied. 

Now I'm off to plan this weeks excitement!

p.s. pictures are not great, but it was an all hands on deck situation:)

Finally!

 

 

It really happened! After waiting not so patiently, pouting and then finally caving and giving up completely, it happened. It snowed! 

Granted, it was only about half an inch, but it was half an inch of pure bliss. 

Needless to say, we relished in it. 

A Simple Affair

Well, Valentines went as planned. It was low key and quiet- simplified. 

We started the morning with waffles, warm raspberry compote, freshly tapped maple syrup, and homemade whipped cream. We ate and sang songs and the kiddos opened small gifts. We ventured to the great outdoors, where we hiked and ran, slithered and crawled. We fished, to no avail at the big pond in dark choppy water. We loaded up and drove on, when the hay bails began whispering for us to come play, so we obliged- climbing on top, running  wild,  playing games of freeze tag and cops and robbers. We rested, we dipped ripe red strawberries in smooth milk chocolate, intermittently we would pile up and I would read aloud a chapter of our new book. We took to the fields for everyone to have a go on the dirt bike, and as dusk settled in we met at the table for good food, taking turns each naming things and people we love. We celebrated, we basked in the day, and it was good, it was great. It was quiet, it was low key, and it was simplified.

but. . . if I'm being completely forthcoming, there was a very small part of me that missed  the hullabaloo of a bedroom filled with balloons.  It's in my bones, I like to go big- it's just who I am. I like to create unforgettable moments even if it's in the form of a so called disaster. Maybe, I'm not cut out for simplified.

My Valentine

It's almost Valentines! Yahoo- well, ok- I get that not everybody is all smooches and goo about this particular holiday- it's so commercialized and consumer run and all that other cynical smooze- but I love it. It's a day to celebrate love- in all it's cheese and sappy goodness. 

So, in keeping- here's a gushy, slightly hilarious valentines tale for you. . .

About this time last year, I was curled up by the fire, phone in hand, scrolling the visual delights that is pinterest. Page after glorious page of Valentine images, mouthwatering recipes and intricate crafts. When what popped into my mind. . . but a tiny little beautiful brainchild. With open heart I theorized that I don't get a redo here. I won't have another shot to do this parenting gig, and I needed to make it count. Every moment needed to be big! (sidenote- please tell me some of you have had this problem with pinterest? It gets in your head, I tell you. My sweet hubbie's soul fills with dread when he sees me searching- anyway. . )

Obviously, we HAD to create a balloon room! 

If we didn't do it now, when would we- this would be perfect! Nothing says I Love You quite like filling your kiddos room to the brim with shiny red and pink balloons, am I right? It would definitely be a memory they would never forget.

Kaleb, ever loving man that he is, always so happy to oblige and give me what I want- agreed to help fulfill my slightly extravagant, ever too grand, plan. 

Sadly, I was foiled by a few minor hiccups- for one, the wilds bedroom is quite huge, two- renting a helium tank was purty darn expensive. Not a problem I thought- I'll simply purchase a few hundred balloons and a pump from the grocery store, it would be fine, I was positive.

Oh, it was not fine. So. Not. Fine. I bought the wrong size pump. Even more, I don't actually know how to blow up a balloon. Never quite had the lung capacity  for it. 

That's when the love of my life gave me the greatest valentines gift a girl could ever hope for. He single handedly or shall I say mouthily- blew up over two hundred balloons, blowing himself into near delirium til around four o'clock in the morning!

So, yeah the kiddos were surprised, they loved it every bit as much as I hoped they would. They still talk about the day they woke up to a sea of air filled colors, but that is absolutely nothing compared to the sheer, gushy, gooey, cheesy, beautiful, unconditional love I saw tied to each balloon.

It will forever go down in my books as one of the most romantic, dreamy, unforgettable Valentines Days of my life. But yeah, this year will be a little bit more low key:)

What about you- are you a fan? Any grand plans?

A Mothers Daydream

In my humble opinion, motherhood is the ultimate lesson in multitasking. 

Usually, while knee deep in the midst of it, my mind captures the essence of circumstance and pulls me into all sorts of crazy adventures.

In one tiny, complicated minute, in the heart of the afternoon I was mama- M.D. to the stars. A hollywood hero- giving shots, prescribing medications (of course, with natural alternatives) and known for having the best hello kitty band-aids on the west coast. Offering guidance and care to all darling pretend mothers like Aussie, the world round.

In the next breath, I was on pit crew for Speedy Zain. Engines blaring, the crowd's loud and the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Pumping throttles, timing rounds, and staying wildly busy with tech inspection. It's a job that means work- you're up early and you leave late, but the pay is amazing!

All this while pursuing a career in the major leagues with my main man- Isaac. Running drills, honing our skills and developing our throwing arms. It's a hard business, but there's nothing quite like the thrill of game day. 

And then there are my duties to the princess-carrying the litter to and fro as per Eleanor's wish. I carry a feathered fan and frozen grapes and do as I'm bid.

It's a storybook life:)

p.s. These are my project 52 photos, which I'm accomplishing with the help and encouragement of Helen from I Will Bloom, you should definitely go check her out! You will find an instant friend, promise. 

Television, Newspapers and Bikes- Oh My!

 

 

 

So yes, I do love terrible television (read- The Bachelor! How have I missed every season until now! It's the craziest, most addicting show, I've ever seen.) Yep, I did get married when I was twenty-one on spring break of my senior year in college, I did have three babes in three years, I do have an unexplained and very strange quirk with newspaper- can't touch them! Freaks me out. Yes, everyone wraps my gifts in newspaper as a joke- it's not funny. I was at one point in my life Miss Dance of the Mid-South, and now I can hardly touch my toes. Yes, I haven't worked out in three months, it's a real problem. I have zilch, nada, zero skills with interior design, I have never learned to properly ride a bike, and I have an addiction to cake pops- they are just so good! Yes, I like to pretend I'm a woodworker, a outdoorsman and an artist. I have extremely long femurs, I'm quite proud of them. Next to Christmas, my favorite holiday is St. Patricks Day, and yes- life is a big ole bowl full of blueberries- wild a bit crazy but with a whole lot of pop in your mouth good:)

p.s. Check out my glasses- firmoo sent them to me to try out, and besides feeling like a pretty big deal, I love them. A little bit Potterish, which can never be bad, with a slight hipster edge, which makes me feel young- a total win!