Braden Time

Braden is 11 months old now and is pretty much the cutest thing ever. Braden started army crawling when he was 9 months old but didn’t start crawling until last month. So no walking yet, which secretly I am grateful. I have friends and even siblings whose children started walking before 1years old and I am happy I don’t have to chase after Braden just yet. Also because he is taking his sweet time to walk I get to convince myself my little baby is not growing up and will stay little forever! I know it won’t last and I am looking forward to not having to carry Braden everywhere. Not looking forward to all the bumps and falls that come with walking/running. Buggy is a tough little guy so I think he will walk it off jump up and run away. He hardly ever cries when he gets hurt which scared me at first but now I know he has a high pain tolerance. He cries sometimes when things happen but only for a second and he is on to the next thing.

Proud Mommy moment this week!! Braden is signing!! My sister signed with her little guy and he started signing back around 9months. I wasn’t as consistent with my signing to Braden mostly because I forgot, and when I would do it he would just laugh at me like I am crazy! He knows how to say “Doggy” and he understands “More, and All Done” Oh and he can sign “Milk” which we use for Breastfeeding. Funny story I signed to him “Milk” asking if he wanted to nurse he signed it back and then pulled at my shirt and nosed dived my chest. Lol never a dull moment with this kid. He sometimes signs “milk” when he is saying goodbye I don’t know why. Today I tried to teach him how to sign Mom and he just shook his head no at me.

Braden loves to laugh and climb everywhere. He absolutely loves his dog Kyo and Kyo is the first thing Braden looks for when he wakes up. We have been struggling with bedtime because for some reason he keeps taking his daily poop right at 9pm after we have laid him down. At least he is consistent. I am looking forward to School next term because I will be doing all online which means I can be home with my Braden Bug all week. Seriously love this little guy and I feel super blessed that I am his Mom. 

To write or not to write...out of my control.

It has been quite some time since I have written something. I know you are thinking um Alex you just posted like a week ago. But I don’t mean blogging I mean writing; a poem, short story, or beginning of a story. In my head I constantly am thinking of new things to write but I am struggling. My biggest problem is I don’t have any drama in my life. You probably are thinking isn’t that a good thing Alex, for me personally yes for my writing no. All of my writings have a piece of me in them some sort of truth that starts as a single thread and weaves itself into a beautiful tapestry. If you were to ask me about any one of my poems I could tell you what I was going through at the time, who it’s about, and what point I am trying to make. I need a little inspiration. So if you are willing please share with me your drama, lol share with me your pain your happiness, let me write you a story. Or if you like it would be fun reread some of my poetry or writings and try and figure out what my inspiration was. I gave a clue last week that my husband is the muse for most of my poetry. If you guess a name of someone the poetry is written about I will not say yes or no because naming names is not my thing I will leave that to Taylor Swift. But I will give you an insight to what was really going on in my life at the time, and you can figure it out yourself. Also not everything written in the poem is 100% about the person I start writing about, the writing takes over me and the end result is never my beginning intention it is much better! 

You know I'd fall apart without you.

Since it is the month of February I thought it would be best if I blogged about the love of my life. If any of you know me very well you know that I am a hopeless romantic. Picture a 13yr old girl laying on her bed reading Pride and Prejudice letting out a large sigh and wondering when her Mr. Darcy would come. For me falling in love was something I have decided I have only done twice all the other times I was infatuated but not in love. The first time I fell in love I was 13 and it was with my next door neighbor I know how cliché. Remember I am a hopeless romantic. I’m sure my best friend could tell you how hard I fell, I take that back three of my best friends at the time could tell you how hard I fell. Especially Rachel my soundboard to my romantic notions of a 13yr old. Needless to say time went on my romantic heart got broken, people literally moved on. Then I was 14 and I caught a glimpse of a boy who I thought to be particularly handsome. At a church dance a mutual friend introduced us and to her I owe everything because without that simple introduction I would have never been asked “What color is your toothbrush?” by that shy cute boy. Jordan and I’s story is long it is not all sunshine and rainbows and it is not the story I want to tell because some of it still hurts. All you need to know is we fell in love young and we fell hard. We were a modern day Romeo and Juliet and it was tough. I like to think that Taylor Swift writes her songs straight from my life…I mean Love Story had impeccable timing. Now you are probably wondering what my post is going to be about. My post today is going to be about the man I am married to today, not the young man who asked me what my color my toothbrush was or the man who even asked me to marry him but the man I sleep next to every night. My soldier, my husband, my partner in crime, my patient, my amazing, my love of my life, my Jordan(the boy).

                I don’t know if Jordan realizes how in love with him I am. He is so amazing and I am so blessed to call him my eternal companion. He has flaws but the funny part is those flaws are what make me love him. I literally would fall apart without him. Not only has he been a part of my life for the past 8 almost 9 years but he has been my husband for almost 3 of those years. He is kind, patient, impatient, and so cute when he is angry (this one gets me in trouble a lot I can’t help but smile or laugh when he is upset with me), he loves me for exactly who I am. I was once told I was like dating 10 different people because you never knew which me you were going to deal with. Jordan however characterizes me as one person and that is Alex. He thinks I’m funny (of course who doesn’t), he spoils me and we have intellectual conversations about stuff going on in the world. He values my opinion and asks for it. He knows certain situations make me uncomfortable and he does his best to make sure I am comfortable. He was my rock through our struggle to get pregnant and my rock even now. How could I not love him he gave me a beautiful son that looks just like him! He stands up for me to people he shouldn’t have to. He literally is my other half. My Mr. Darcy, Stephan, Edward, and Peeta, my hero and I his heroine, my muse for over 3/4^th of my poetry. I love him forever and always! Together we will conquer all! Happy Valentines  month Jordan I love you this big ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- that means forever!!