& He thinks we're just fishin'

Yesterday, I was feeling blah. Or shall we say I was really just soaking up Levi's nap time by laying under the covers by myself. It was one of those days where you don't want to do anything. Then Josh texted me and said, "I'm leaving work early, throw on some old clothes and pack up Levi." I'm like uh, okay. You're ruining my master plan of sleeping all evening, and pretending I have something to be depressed about.

So I threw on some old cut offs, cut off t-shirt, and flip flops. Packed up my sweet boy, who was still asleep and waited for Josh to get home.Once he was here, he kissed me and said "Sorry", mostly cause we got in a little fight earlier, which is probably why I felt like I could lay in bed all evening.

Then we were off. Back roads, feet on the dashboard, Eric Church playing, and Summer wind in our hair. It was perfect.
Then we parked and walked through the woods to "our spot." Our spot was ours before little ole Levi came about, and we love it here.

But our spot had dead fish everywhere! So freaking nasty. I've never seen dead fish, literally with their guts out. Sorry, TMI. But I don't want to sound like a baby freaking out over nothing. So we headed to another spot, where we got the line in a few times. Josh bough a REAL fishing pole. Not the ones with the button like I'm used to. Took some getting used to. & Levi ate rocks pretty much the whole time :)

All the while, I took lots of pictures. (Trying to learn the ins and outs of my camera, so I put some tips to use-Still having trouble catching motion with my Canon-50mm 1.8)




























Happy Friday Ya'll!
XO




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Prompt anyone?

A little late, but none the less. Look at my handsome boys. One word. LOVE.

I need a prompt for today, because I am wordless. Is that a word? Do you like the new look of my blog? You better.

My thoughts are taking me through some ups and downs lately. My thoughts are questioning my dedication, confidence, and ability to dream.

How do you know when your dreams are tangible, obtainable, or better yet, realistic?

That is my question for ya'll today.

I don't have much else for ya. I guess I should go be a good housewife and clean. Maybe make dinner. Or maybe just go make Levi nap with me.

--Hey ya'll. Follow me why don't ya? I think I have like a million Facebook Readers, but my bloggers who read me should hit the Follow button, and share my blog if you like it. :)

Levi is pulling silverware out of the dishwasher.

I need coffee.

XO

Country Hot Mess!

I want to make a sweet post-Father's Day post, but I can't get country jam off my brain.
You know why?
Because it was awful. The old days where it was at Germain is complete opposite than the now Country Jam. Ah. I don't know what it was, but it was god awful. Actually I do know what it was. The performers were bad, the atmosphere was bad-except the tailgating. That was about my only highlight, sadly.
It was the trashiest event I've ever been apart of. I'm not saying that because I'm snobby or anything. There were literally parents walking around with their kids pounding beers, while their poor little ones were stuck following them around in a smoke filled, drunk infested environment. There were WAY too many buttcheeks that did not need to be hanging out, and too many guts that needed to be tucked away! It was not what I was expecting, and I would have rathered been home with my boys and save $15.
There were girl fights, old men fights, and just all around brawls.
EX: We were in our car leaving, and the cars were literally jigsawing through the grass. There were no cops directing anything.(Or cops anywhere period.) We were all in a field and it was like a free for all. I was seriously scared for my life. People were bumping into our car, while stumbling by...Banging on our car..etc. A few cars down from us were girls literally jumping out of their cars screaming, about to fight each other, and then poor kids and their parents trying to hover them to safety. I mean, who does that? Acting like this in what is supposed to be a family environment. Then this trashy girl who has like a 10 year old walking next to her, (who was fighting on the lawn earlier), walks by our car window and goes "Car full of bitches!" That really happened guys. I was literally shocked. Like did she really just call us bitches, for sitting in our car? Then CC opened her door, bc she didn't know if it was locked, and the girl turned around like, "Oh, so you're going to get out of your car now?" Like yeah. We're going to come try to fight you. Wow. Like in front of your kid. Can't handle it. Good parenting lady. Josh was the only guy with us and I'm glad he was there.
Don't go to Coutnry Jam ya'll. It was a Country Hot Mess! Never again.
But tailgating was fun and I would do that again.




Candace's dress was super cute. I let her wear my boots, because I looked like I had no legs wearing them with my shorts. I changed a hundred times. Need to start running. Another post for another day.
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On a happier note.
Father's Day.
Thank you to the best Husband, and amazing father, for doing all you do. Working long hours to provide for us, losing sleep, waking up early, and then coming home and offering to do the dishes, or give Levi a bath. I love seeing you with Levi when you don't know I'm watching. I love the way you are so gentle with him and kind. I love when you are chasing him upstairs and  then all of a sudden the best Levi giggles can be heard all over the house. I love how you think of the little things for him, such as going out to run errands and coming home with outfits and a toy for Levi, just because. Or teaching him big words like Baseball. He adores you, and I pray he turns out just like you one day. You are wonderful.  We are so very lucky to have you and I hope you know how much we appreciate you!

Also, to my Dad who is an amazing father. You can always make me smile on the crappiest days. You are the kindest, sweetest, hardest working dad I know. You have been through so much in your life, yet you still keep a smile on your face and stay positive. All of the qualities I love most about you, I see reflecting on your relationship with Levi and that makes me so happy! You two will be the best of friends in the years to come. Thanks for always believing in me and being there.

XO

Color Me Happy!

Levi and I decided to finger paint a canvas yesterday. He kind of loved it. Some moments he was painting like freaking Picasso. And other moments he was like Ma get this paint off of me! Who knows. 

 And then we cooked out with some friends. And this yummy drink with Vitamin Water Zero, Limes and a little tequila was aweeemazing. (awesome & amazing)!

Have a Happy Weekend ya'll. Country Jam & Father's Day is tomorrow. Of course there will be pictures later this week! 

xoxo

My breath literally was taken away.

There is something we can all learn from a blue eyed baby.
Levi and I began our walk this morning along a shady street where we could feel a cool breeze with the sun peeking in to warm us up. These kind of streets are my favorite.
Levi  laid back most of the walk, silent. Those blue eyes fixated on the trees blowing in the wind,  those cute little ears listening to the birds chirping, those blue eyes shutting letting the wind sweep across his face and that cute raspy singing voice humming with the wind from time to time. 

I wish my mind could be this quiet, I wish I could just be in a moment like Levi and just take it all in. Often times I take for granted the beauty and peace a morning can have. Everything was so quiet and calming-no cars were going by, no kids were out screaming, no dogs were barking.

On our walk, I felt an instant connection with Levi. Sometimes I get these moments where I just feel connected to him and its so magical. 

I was using the quiet time to think of all I have going on-with this I started feeling overwhelmed and anxious. I look down and Levi turned his head up to me and just smiled for a whole few seconds. My breath literally was taken away for a minute. It was as if he knew my mind was cluttered and wanted to bring me back down to this moment, to tell me through his smile to enjoy the beauty our creator graced us with this morning. I want to be like him.

Stop sometimes and think about what you have, not what you don't have. Pray in these quiet moments, clear your mind. Take in the sun, breathe in the fresh air, and listen to the birds chirping. Most of all, learn from how peaceful a baby is and try to be more like them. Try to be simple. Think simple & act simple. Baby's hearts are pure, fresh and not affected by this cruel world. I think my heart just broke thinking about how one day his heart won't be this innocent.

That little boy makes my heart so full. We walked in the door, he laid his head on my shoulder. I took him upstairs, sure he was ready for an early nap. I rocked him for a few minutes and as I started to stand up to put him in his crib, he squeezed my neck really tight and laid his cheek on mine. In that moment I felt a connection with him again. He's not always so cuddly before nap time and I used this moment where he wanted me, needed me and covered him up and sang him to almost sleep. :) Another quiet that is so peaceful-When your baby is cooing, and breathing softly. Ah, its the best.

This has been a great start to my Friday.
Take in those quiet moments and appreciate them today.
xoxo

I've come to realize...

 -That being a Mom is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me.

-That life is sweeter when your Husband is your best friend, and a wonderful Daddy.

-That family is the most important thing in life.

 

-That things change, priorities change, and you change. But having a beautiful son, a wonderful Husband and a loving family, keeps things in perspective and life happy.

Linking up today!

Ranting currently.

Happy Wednesday y'all! I am sitting here with an afternoon cup of pick-me-up and my little man is sleeping so good upstairs. The house is quiet-and clean. Imagine that! Instead of writing a post about how happy I am, how wonderful my family is, lalala, I am here to write about what is really pissing me off lately. I mean this blog is called a cup of Hope, so I will give ya more than just the nice side of me today.

Let me just start off with this-I am a really nice, genuine, positive person that has good intentions-most of the time, nobody's perfect. But I feel like this always gets me hurt. I hate not having the man parts to stand up for myself and call somebody out who is being crappy to me. I will for anyone I love that is being hurt-I am the first person to be like, "Oh no they didn't, I will go give them a piece of my mind." But for me, I can't. I feel like I try with people, check in, pray for them, be there for them-and all i get is nothing. Its too exhausting, and I'm no longer letting it consume my thoughts.

I am so tired of friends or lack there of coming in and out of my life when it is convenient for them. There is a saying, and we've all heard it: You know who your true friends are when things in your life aren't peachy, and they still stick around. I found this out the hard way-yet I'm glad I did. I I am almost 25 years old, and am a mama and wife and a full time student. I am literally not in a place in my life to chase friends around and constantly make sure they are doing okay, just to know they will be there for me. I have a few good friends in my life that I know would be there, but the other  friends or acquaintances or whatever they are honestly do not deserve my attention. I am so over it. I am so happy I have lots of sisters and brothers. I really think they are the only ones who I can trust completely. That makes me want to have lots of kids so they know their brothers and sisters will always be there for them.

I am also sick of seeing how Josh is treated by people at work and those around him in general. He has the kindest, sweetest, loving heart and all he wants is for the same in return. He is always the only one making an effort, and like I said above, how if its someone I love, I will give them a piece of my mind-well I am literally about ready to do that. He works his butt off for us, and nobody gives him credit, or tries to check in with him to see how he is doing and make sure he is okay.

I am also sick of seeing my Mom struggle after she's gone home from her stroke and is just suffering because those around her are selfish assholes. When you say for better or worse, you better mean it and help her out. Or you too, will soon be hearing a piece of my mind.

I hate that with some people in my life there is always a price, a cost.. You either are trying to be nice or your not. No in between. No throwing it in my face later on down the road. No offering then taking it back. Ah.

I also am really pissed off that someone cut Levi's hair and is not telling me. Josh and I noticed it the other day (because we were trying to grow it out) and someone chopped it, and needless to say it looks awful. Its not so much that the action itself is upsetting me. At this point, I just feel like we are being lied to blatantly. You made a mistake, admit it and apologize. I don't understand how someone can lie when it comes to my child, while he is in their care. It really makes me question things. I don't think I'm the only mama who would be upset about this? The worst is not knowing who did it!

Along with the topic of Levi, I am tired of everyone's opinions about my parenting, and the choices I make. I think I am making good damn choices and Levi is doing great. If you don't like it, go have a baby and control their life. If I ask you to do things certain ways, please just do it. Don't judge me because I buy expensive sunscreen for Levi so I can be sure it has no chemicals in it, don't judge me because he eats organic foods, don't judge me because I don't let him watch TV, and certainly don't judge me because I am who I am.  If I don't ask for advice, please stop giving it. Don't say my kid is stuck up my butt because when he's upset he wants me, don't tell me I take things too seriously, don't say I need to just let him eat peanut butter already. Stop!

Can anyone agree with why these things upset me? Or am I just a crazy, sensitive girl? 

I am sorry if this was an overwhelming post. But sometimes you can only take so much. And other times it helps to just write it out and get it off your chest. Be careful in those storms ya'll. Josh is picking up a movie, some junk food and batteries. I am actually kind of looking forward to it.

xoxo