Day 12 of 30 things

Day 12 of 30 Things: Describe a typical day.

My days are really not that interesting, so this post will probably be the same. I guess I'll just do a quick run-down.

8:00am: Bryant comes and gives me a kiss goodbye as he leaves for work. Then after he shuts the front door, I usually hear "Mommy! Mommy!" or "It's a clue! It's a clue!" from Savannah's room. She used to sleep until 10, but ever since daylight savings time, she jumped TWO hours back! Then it's out of the crib, diaper change, and Breakfast for the 2 of us. Usually fruit and milk for her, and cereal or cream of wheat with toast for me.

8:30am: Watch our morning cartoons. This usually consists of Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse club, and Blues clues.

9:30am: If I'm feeling well, then It's shower time. I stick Savannah in her crib with another cartoon while I jump in the shower, then when I get out, I stick her in the bathtub while I do my hair and makeup. If I'm not feeling well, then It's another hour of laying pathetically on the couch.

10:30am. Snack time. 

11:00- 1:00ish: Play time. We usually like to color, use the chalkboard, play with magnets, get chased around, snuggle our stuffed animals, hide behind corners and scare each other, read, sing songs, play on the iPad etc. Some days, I take Savannah to the movie theater.

1:15: Lunch

1:30 or 2:30-ish: Nap time. This means a bottle, a stuffed animal, a blanket and a cuddle. On a good day, she sleeps 2 hours. On a bad day, she sleeps 20 minutes. While Savannah takes a nap, I usually either take one as well, eat lunch, catch up on homework, read, or watch a TV show that isn't a cartoon.

(If It's Tuesday or Thursday, I leave for school at 12:20 and come home about 3:30 while my dad comes over to babysit.)

4:00: Wake up from nap and it's time to eat again. Then we sometimes run errands. Even if we don't need too. Being stuck inside all day sucks so we sometimes go to the grocery store, or maybe just the 2 of us go out to eat, or go window shopping. Bryant usually texts me around 4:30 to tell me he's getting off work and will be home by 5.

5:00: Bryant texts us again, saying that he's now on his way home from work. We try to clean up the house a bit. Key word being "Try". Savannah likes to help with laundry and dusting the most.

6:00: Bryant calls again to tell me he was supposed to leave at 5, but is just getting around to leaving. (Happens every. single. day.) We usually ask him to either pick something up for dinner, or we start cooking dinner.

7:00: Bryant finally comes home.

7:30: Dinner

8:00: Bryant and Savannah play, play, play. That little girl sure loves her daddy!

8:30-9:30 ish: Savannah gets tired, we put her down for bed and Bryant and I watch Sports Center together (even though I HATE sports center, I watch it because I love him ;-)

10:00: After dozing off on the couch, and Bryant laughing at me every time I snore, I decide I've had enough of college basketball and I head to bed.

11:00: Bryant comes to bed and I snuggle up to keep warm. And because I think he's pretty handsome.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

(This is just a typical day. I wish this schedule was more concrete, but nap times and stuff varies day to day. Most of the time, I just feel lazy. There isn't really that much going on to keep me productive. Also, my dad comes over to work everyday, so we spend a lot of time throughout the day hanging out with him. And sometimes, on the rare occasion, Bryant, Savannah and I will all go out to lunch or dinner.)

Day 10 of 30 Things

Day 10: Describe your most embarrassing moment.

Ok, I've got 2 for you today.

So, once upon a time, there was this boy who lived in my building, who I kind of really super liked. Let's call him Bryant...

Well, one day, he asked if I wanted to come play kick-ball with our ward. I knew he was super athletic and loved any type of sport or competition. I, trying to impress him, told him that I was really good a sports too, and that I played pretty much everything (which, is false...) So off we went to the field.

I was feeling pretty confident, and kind of talked myself up, saying that I was a kickball pro (because really, no one needs to know that you were always last to be picked at this game in grade school...). So here I was, up to kick! I actually kicked a pretty good hit that went past the 2nd baseman. I ran hard, and as fast as I could, to show off my amazingly fast running skills when, halfway to first, I got ahead of myself. 

You know when you are running, and you don't trip over anything, but you are going too fast and your legs kind of drag behind your head and shoulders? Then WHAM! The next thing you know, you're literally eating dust...

Well, that's what happened to me.

I just kind of laid there, face down in red clay dust and shame. I could hear everyone laughing. It was humiliating. Especially when that's all Bryant could talk about for the next week! Needless to say, I left the game and walked home after my pathetic display of athleticism.

That boy ended up marrying me, so I guess I looked pretty cute at least.

Story #2

This summer, I participated in a neighborhood "biggest loser" weight loss challenge. One day, after coming home from a work out, I decided that I was going to take a picture of myself for a "before" photo... In just my skivvies...

This photo was meant for personal use only. Just so I could see how I looked without baggy clothes covering up my curves. So, in my sports bra and panties, I stood in my hallway and took a profile photo from my thighs up. Mind you, not only was I half naked, but I had just come back from a workout, so I was looking pretty ragged. 

I had used Bryant's phone, because It was sitting on the table and mine was charging in my room. I then decided that I would text myself the photo to my phone. Bryant had put me in his phone contacts under a nickname and I couldn't remember what it was, so I decided to just punch in my number. But just as I hit the "send" button, I realized that I had typed in the last number in wrong!!!

So yup, someone out there has a photo of me, in all my chubby, skivvy glory. I'm still mortified about it.

Day 6 of 30 Things

Day 6: What is the hardest thing you have ever experienced?

It's interesting that this question came up today, because I've done a lot of reflecting this past week on the hardest thing I have ever had to experience.

This coming Thursday marks the 10 year anniversary of my Dad's stroke. I've written a few times on this blog about that experience, so I won't go through much detail now. But It was the scariest, hardest, faith-shaking moment of my life. It's so hard to see someone you love so much suffer so badly. It affected how my entire life afterwords played out. 

But 10 years later and my family is stronger than ever. 

It was the hardest thing I ever experienced, but it was also one of the biggest blessings. How can you not love and appreciate your parents more after you almost lose one of them? I witnessed the power of prayer as my dad got stronger and healed. I watched him accomplish things that we never thought he would be able to do again. I watched my Mother as she stood by his side, taking him to numerous doctors appointments, specialists, hospitals, and rehabilitation centers, all while taking care of 4 kids and staying so strong.

What an inspiration. 

I love you both Mom and Dad.

(I wrote a detailed post about the day my dad had his stroke 2 years ago, if you want to read it, click HERE. For warning signs of a stroke, please click HERE. Knowledge is power and time is key. The sooner they can get a diagnosis, the less damage will be done. And remember, it can happen to anyone, anytime. My dad was only 39 with no previous health problems. It took them 8 hours to diagnose because they just couldn't believe that someone like him could have a stroke. Please pass this information on to loved ones!)