Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what it is that makes me so aware of other people.
Sometimes I am overly sensitive, especially when it is something that is bothering me.
Sometimes I let the little things plague my mind.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.

But sometimes my overly sensitive awareness is like a sixth sense. Just like Spidey, it can be a curse.

Vague enough?

Brandi

I'm Losing it

Literally. For the last few days I keep getting these annoying little tickles. On my back. On my neck. On my....everywhere. No, it's no a nervous tick. It's my hair!!! Oodles and gobs of it. I have been super stressed about being back in the real world so I thought it might have been stress, but low and behold, this morning I got a BabyCenter email update. One of the articles today was all about losing your hair after pregnancy. It said I can be losing up to 500 strands a day. That sounds exactly right to me. Hormones are the culprit!!

On a side-note, Dahlia has also been losing her baby hair. Soooo... if you see us around and about with bandannas on, just know we are trying to avoid a sunburn on our bare scalps.

Hugs,
Brandi

Here Goes Nothin

Here is a little prayer I am saying to myself: 

Lord, give me the strength to make it through the next few days. Help me to trust in others to watch over my sweetest gift. Help me to be kind to those in my life who care for me and my family. Help me to keep my emotions from running over. Watch over my baby. In Jesus' name I pray, AMEN. 

No boys!!

Next week is my birthday. I will be 29 for the first time. In honor of my birthday, a few months ago my mama bought me two tickets to see my favorite band, Kings of Leon. AND one of my other favorite bands, Band of Horses,  is opening for them. Sounds great right?

Except for the fact that I go back to work on Wednesday and will have to leave Dahlia at the babysitter for the week and then with a sitter that night. We had planned to drive her to my mom's house in Wetumka and then drive to Tulsa. Jeremiah was worried we would be late for the opener. Luckily we have the best Yaya ever!

My mom has volunteered to come to our house to watch Dahlia!! She is going order pizza and talk on the phone. We have already had a serious conversation like we would with any baby sitter. No boys!!