Sneaky child.

Jayah is at an age where she is learning to be very sneaky. I definitely know where it comes from, but it's still hilarious to watch. She has almost mastered the art of manipulation, and thinks she has the art of Mom vs. Dad down to a T. It's been rather interesting watching her make up stories on the spot to make things more interesting. We always know that she's doing something she shouldn't be when she gets really quiet, or when she yells from her room "Heather, I'm just playing, ok?" It's even gotten to the point where we have to watch her go to the bathroom, otherwise she'll go in there, flush, "wash her hands", and pretend like she went to the bathroom, when she really didn't. I even walked in on her one time turning on the sink just a little bit, so it would sound like she was peeing. Smart, smart girl. 

This past Saturday, she was with Jaymeson for the weekend. Instead of going to their house like I do early every morning, I instead went to AF to spend some girly time with some of my favorite women. I was gone for probably like 6-7 hours, having girl talk, and good food. But I was definitely excited to get to Jaymeson's to see their cute little faces.

I walked in the door, and there was nothing. Silence. No sound whatsoever. I walked into the open space of his apartment and stood there. Waiting for something to happen. Very slowly, Jayah comes creeping out of her room very quietly. She peeked around the corner, walked slowly up to me, gave me the biggest, sweetest grin, and then hugged me so tight, and told me she missed me "sooooooo much". My first thought was "Wow, what a nice little homecoming!" Then I thought, "She sure is awfully sweet right now..." But I forgot those thoughts and just embraced her hugs and kisses and "I missed you's". Jayah is always excited to see me, but this time was a little different. I was taking it all in, loving every second of it, and then Jaymeson comes out of her room. He stood there in front of me with an angry, annoyed look on his face. Then I noticed what was in his hands. All of Jayah's princess shoes, completely covered in nail polish.

Uh oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Jayah was definitely happy to see me, but she was more so being ever-so-sweet in the hopes that I would rescue her from the wrath of Dad. Unlucky for her, but lucky for me and Dad, we are very much on the same page with everything parenting. We always support each other when it comes to Jayah, with no questions asked.

So, Jaymeson and I sat down with Jayah, talked to her about what she had done, and helped her clean up her mess... which happened to expand to the carpet, her guitar, the turtle tank, etc...

Needless to say, I love being an automatic parent to a 4 year old. :)

Thank you Jayah.

Although technically I am not a mother, I will always consider this year as my very first Mother's Day.  

 

Thank you Jayah for allowing me to be your "second mom".

Thank you Jayah for your sweet hands that help to cook dinner.

Thank you Jayah for being so loving.

 

Thank you Jayah for your sweet heart that opens up to me.

Thank you Jayah for your sweet smile that warms my heart every time I see you.

Thank you Jayah for your eyes, so full of wonder and kindness.

 

Thank you Jayah for your loving ways.

Thank you Jayah for your laughter.

Thank you Jayah for your sense of direction.

Thank you Jayah for your voice that brings peace to my soul with every word.

Thank you Jayah for bringing joy to my life.

Thank you Jayah for lighting up the room when you walk in.

Thank you Jayah for your sweet kisses, especially in times of need.

Thank you for your sillyness, and helping me to remember my sillyness.

 Thank you Jayah for your free spirit and the way you help me to see life differently.

  

Thank you Jayah for allowing your daddy to love me as much as he does.

Thank you Jayah for wanting me to be there with you every step of the way.

Thank you Jayah for taking such a difficult situation, and making it easier than I could ever have imagined.

  

Thank you Jayah for being exactly who you are.

I'm so grateful to have this angel as a part of me for eternity.  

Why I hate Hollywood

Sometimes I get really frustrated with the ridiculousness of Hollywood.

I was driving to work the other day, listening to early morning news on the radio. The broadcast went like this:

A large scale earthquake hit Mexico last night. Lots of damage, but so far no fatalities. A missionary was hit by a bus. His family says they are hopeful of full recovery. And on to bigger news, Jersey Shore star in rehab, etc...

Really? Really?

I'm not gonna lie. I'm a fan of entertainment. My tiny family and I spend a lot of time being entertained by movies, television, music, and other acts of Hollywood stars. And I do admit, I appreciate real actors, actresses, and singers. You know, the ones who really do have talent and don't thrive on publicity and drama. But seriously? Who the heck is Snooki, and why the heck would I care that she's pregnant?

I am a newbie to twitter, so most of the people I follow are "celebrities." And it's been kind of laughable to watch all these reality tv stars act as though they really are some sort of celebrity. Wait. You went on TV, made a complete full out of yourself, now everybody knows your name, and you think you are entitled to... anything? Wrong. Actually, I'M wrong. They are entitled to things. A lot more things that I am entitled to. And for what? For literally making a full of themselves on national TV. Congratulations.

I also think it's laughable to watch people on twitter literally BEG for a celebrity to "retweet" them or follow them. Pathetic. 

I've decided that all it takes to be famous is to put a video of yourself doing something completely retarded on youtube. Give it a few weeks, and you're national news!

Let me just go get started on that...