Baby it's warm outside!

I'm so excited for Spring. Why you may ask, because I'm going to plant a garden of course! I've been planning this for a very long time. First I needed to convince the hubby which was real easy with the condition that I plant raspberries. Then I had to ask my manager who was more enthusiastic than when we moved into the house! Next came our landlord who said "Do it! Make this house a home."
So now my plans have formed..... I'm going to plant ......

tomatoes!

bell peppers!

carrots!

raspberries!

parsley!

rosemary!

basil!

And mint!









I'm so excited! =D  I've had experience growing almost all of these like carrots, raspberries, basil, parsley, and rosemary so it should be relatively easy. The only ones I'm worried about are the herbs because they need extra attention during the summer..... I guess we'll see just how good my green thumb is! Maybe if the garden isn't too hard I'll plant some flowers too. Hmmmm....

How two pink lines changed my life.

All of you know how my pregnancy started out right??? I thought I had the stomach flu. I was nauseated all the time, sore, and SO tired! And I would've never guessed I was pregnant... but Corey being the open-minded man that he is suggested that I might be pregnant (while grinning ear to ear). I was skeptical, but I agreed to take the test just to satisfy his curiosity. So Corey, Sarina, and I all went into the bathroom, I peed on the stick, waited, waited some more, when I finally decided to turn it over there were the little pink lines that changed everything.....

 Corey and Sarina were all kinds of excited jumping and screaming running out to tell the whole family. Where was I??? Picking up my jaw from the floor. I did so, cleaned up, walked slowly to the bathroom mirror looked at my belly, and threw up. Now a few months down the road we decided to take another pregnancy test.....

And what was the first thing Corey asked???...... "Is it positive?" (snicker) "Yes dear, it's still positive. We're still pregnant." And sense then it has been a fun little hop, skip, and jump to where we are today. Now I wake up every two hours while the bun stretches and gets comfortable. Then I'm up at seven because I've turned into a zombie "food.... foood..... FOOOOOOODDD!!!!" After the first spoon full works it's way down to hungry little off spring my belly becomes a punching bag yet again. But the best part of the day is when Corey and I sit together with our dogs and snuggle both the dogs gently put their heads on to any part of my stomach that isn't covered by Corey's hand. Then we all just sit and feel the baby move.

You know how some kids only listen to their dad? Mom says "Don't do that," and they do it anyways. Dad looks at them like "You better not do that," and they listen.... to a look! Well my child is like that... it'll get right under my bellybutton and kick it's little heart out and then it'll stretch. I say "Hey you in there that doesn't feel good." Or "Ugh, you're lucky you aren't already out here or I'd threaten to swat your bum." Then my knight in shining armor emerges.... Corey will lift up my shirt to expose my round belly, he'll put his hands on either side of my bulge and then...."Hello Baby" And just like that they quit everything they are doing!!!! Oh sure he stays and talks for while but come on, I talk to them and they ignore me! The little stinker/s.

Although we still have many more months to go this little kid is already keeping me entertained.

Oh how I loathe wood floors.

It took me two hours but I finally finished cleaning the wood floors..... I'm so ridiculously proud of myself!

And even though they look fantastic I think I'm ready to get large area rugs.

The gray hair story!!!

About two weeks ago I was brushing my hair, little pieces were breaking off the ends and a few long strands were shed. When I was finished I started to brush the hairs off the bed, and onto the floor where I would vacuum them up, I stopped suddenly when I saw one of my hairs. The end of it looked lighter than the rest, this shouldn't be too weird because my roots have been growing in and I haven't had the time to get them touched up, what was weird was just how much lighter it was. It was white! I became very worried as I started to check the rest of hairs for another one that matched... I couldn't find any! "Okay this might be alright, one gray hair isn't too bad." But I'm so young! And then my dog walked into the room.
Laycee is a Lab/Dachshund mix, she's stuck at an adolescent size, is black with with accents, and is super sweet..... wait a second... black with WHITE accents. Maybe she shed... that would make sense. My hair is auburn not black! How silly.
Needless to say I was very relieved when I realized the hair wasn't mine.

"My biggest critic is myself..."

I've had a real eye opener the past few days.
It started with counting down to the ultrasound (only three more days). Continued with paying first months rent on our new place of residence. Continued even farther when I thought I got a gray hair (very funny story I will post it). And ended when I read one of Erica's posts from.... I don't even know. But in it she talks about her friends who she feels took the bullet train to success, while others are taking the "I think I can, I think I can," train. (not an exact quote from her post)
I have always compared myself to my sisters, Lisbeth and Jessica to be exact, I've tried to be like them at some phases in life too. But lately I've found myself counting their achievements and seeing how mine pale in comparison. For example: this is what I was thinking just a few days ago....
Lis: Has worked for the same company for years, she's lived in a different state, she's been married, been divorced, gotten back on her feet, bought herself a new car, lives a very eventful life, and has time to make adorable rag blankets.
Jess: Went to college, has been married for three years (could be longer), has a wicked smart son, has a successful out of home business, supports her husband through college, can make super healthy food taste delicious, and is learning new skills all the time.
Tiff: ......
I was drawing a blank ON MYSELF!!! I was disappointed and quite frankly disgusted with the fact that I couldn't name my own proud moments. But then, a friend from my High School in Ogden posted on her status that she was so excited for Spring Concert. "I remember Spring Concert...." Another friend talked about up coming graduation. "I've already graduated." And then it struck me... I am eighteen and these are my achievements...
Tiff: Has performed in over a dozen dance concerts, has modeled for one major magazine, four clothing stores, and a store opening,  was on the swim team (neither of my sisters did that), graduated from High School a year early, married my High School sweet heart, is planning on being sealed to him on our anniversary, has an addition coming to her family soon, house trained our dog who is now going to go through another training so that she will be certified to be around our newborn, has skimmed the surface of playing the piano (willing to go deeper), is an avid painter/sketcher and I am dang good at it, and I am doing new crafts all the time.
I've realized that this whole time I've been comparing myself to two women at least five years older than me. How many eighteen year olds can say they've done what I've done??? Not many!
So today I'm giving myself a big pat on the back.