Check it out... no SERIOUSLY!

Ok, So remember awhile back I told you about my amazing singer cousin whom I am SO jealous of because she has an amazing voice and can strum on the guitar and play the piano and many other instruments I don't know that she can play?

Well she is trying to make a CD. She got a lot of offers from record labels in LA, Vegas, and Nashville, but they charge THOUSANDS of dollars to get started. SOOOO, many up and coming (her talent surpasses up and coming... just saying) musicians have started to do their OWN label and their OWN CDs, because it is cheaper.

However. She has run out of funds and NEEDS your HELP! Heck. I need your help. For years I have been saying that she needs to try out for American Idol or move to LA and make it big. But you know what? She didn't listen. She likes being a mom more than she thinks she would like being a SUPERSTAR!!! But you know what? I think she would make a GREAT mom and a GREAT superstar... just sayin :).

Well ladies and gentlemen, she finally took my advice!!! Now we don't want her to be disappointed (or me) so go ahead and donate $1, $5, $10, $20 or whatever. She needs $2700 to record the rest of her FIRST ever Lucky Lyndy ALBUM. She has $1900 so far.

Go ahead. Be the first to say that you helped Lucky Lyndy back when she was just a girl singin her heart out in Southern Utah. I dare you. Even if you don't donate... you should really go check out her website.

30 DAYS TO MAKE IT

Oh and you should become a follower of her blog and put her in your google reader, because every once in a while she will post a video of herself singin and you just won't be able to get enuf of her. Seriously you ask? Yes. Seriously.

Head on over there and come back and tell me what you think. AM I RIGHT?

PS What did you think about her adorable little boy in her video saying that he had to go poop! Seriously. Little boys. Tug... tug... tug...

Fighting with a Two Year Old

Isabella is a peach. Really. She is. You've seen her pictures. She is cuter in real life. And her personality is just as cute.

Well. She has recently started climbing out of her crib. Ok it could arguable be called a play pen. OK! It IS a play pen and yes. I don' t have a crib. We threw it away..... So Isabella sleeps in a play pen. For now. She has recently decided other choices are full of more comfort. Such as MY bed. Or Sannah's bed. Or the NO bed for that matter.

OH dear. I used to enjoy her sleeping in until 11am. Yes, that reads 11am and she goes to bed at 8pm. And takes a nap! Ok. Let's recap that. She USED to sleep in until 11am. She USED to nap. She USED to go to bed at 8pm.

Ok. I admit. I am a poor mother who needs HELP. I haven't had to "wean" from a crib to a bed since Mikenna. And now I am at a loss. How do I keep her in her bed? Is it CPS worthy if I lock her in her room at night? Will you turn me in to CPS because I even had that thought in my head? Cuz trust me, it's either the lock on the door or ...... You all know. You've all been there.

So do you have any tricks of the trade that have worked good for you? Because me and my two year old are fighting. AND SHE IS WINNING!!!!

But in her defense, she IS cute.

New Friends

So. I started a new job. 5.5 months ago. It’s been hard. Because I have to meet new people. And meeting new people terrifies me. Because people always ask questions and questions being asked lead to answers to those questions and people don’t always know what to say after they all the answers and then it is awkward.

I used to like making new friends. It was fun getting to know new people. Sometimes I make jokes about if someone at work talks to me then it was a good night. But it isn’t like I make too much of an effort. I mean I eat “lunch” at a time nobody else does just so I can avoid having to talk to anyone. So what does that say about me? Ok. I don’t really want to know.

I was on the canal with a close friend and we were talking about how making and meeting new people was overrated. I mean. Who has time? We have kids, family, extended family, church callings, work, and we are just plain busy. I had a co worker who made a funny comment, “I have to much **** already, I don’t need more friends.” I seriously laughed out loud. It was the funniest thing I ever heard. And then I thought it was sad. But now I can relate.

I made a promise to my canal friend that I would talk to at least one person at work that next night. And then I recanted, because seriously, who has time?

After pondering our conversation about not needing more friends, I really dug deep. I like friends. I mean. I have all of you J and I am grateful for you all. And I came to the conclusion that it isn’t about making new friends. It’s about opening up and letting them get to know me. The question inevitable comes along, “how many kids do you have?” and then the follow up question, “how old are they?” and usually I tell them 3 ages and they wonder what happened to the 4^th one. And then I have to choose at that point to tell them or not to tell them or just to act busy and avoid it. And why do I do that? Because. I do.

I know that Daxton was/is a part of my life and to sum up his life in, “I have a son, he would be 3 but he died” just seems unfair. So I would just prefer not to. Cuz it’s too hard. Way. To. Hard. He was so much more than that. But after I tell them I had a child that died, they don’t know what to say and then I am not only the new girl, but “the new girl whose baby died.”

So making friends is terrifying for me. Especially when I have to tell my story. Because it makes me cry. And I don’t like to cry in public. I only like to cry in my closet on the floor and then tell you about it. Not actually let you see it.