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The big bad move…and gratitude.

I have been completely disconnected from my social media family! For the past month, I have been immersed into the move of our new home and the renovation of it. I must say, it has not been easy.

For the first week in the house, we had no washer/dryer to do laundry, most of the electrical outlets in the house did not work, and there was no hot water. Another “necessity” missing from our lives for week one was cable and internet service. Wow. To not have sesame street come to life in our living room with a push of a button for Layla was, at the time, a pretty big inconvenience!

Living in a home, while it is under construction with a 1 1/2 year old definitely has its challenges! Half of the house has been unlivable, including the kitchen. Mine and Jon’s bedroom and bathroom is still under complete construction, so we are sleeping in the guest bedroom, and all of our clothes are still in boxes squeezed into baby #2’s room. (No, I'm not pregnant yet!)
There has been lots of sawing, sanding, pounding, and drilling going on from 9 to 5 Monday through Friday.

Oh! And did I mention that we are putting a pool in at the same time in our backyard?? Layla didn't nap for 4 days straight due to the bulldozer driving back and forth past her window with piles of dirt being taken from the backyard to our driveway every couple minutes.

About that dirt…construction workers love to share it, when walking through the “livable” part of our home. I basically follow behind them with my vacuum or mop….but always feeling defeated by that dirt and dust.

A few days ago, I was feeling so aggravated, up to my ears with all this “stuff’. I decided to take a break. I sat down on the couch, pulled out my phone, and started to scroll through instagram. My friend had posted a picture of a homeless man sleeping on a bench, noting how he always sees him sleeping on that same bench on his way to work in the morning…almost like that is his “home”.

Orlando then went on to say how thankful we should all be for our blessings. This really hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt so ashamed of myself. Here I am complaining about not having internet, or an outlet to plug my phone into. The renovations taking place in our brand new home…to make it even better. The creation of our pool taking place in our back yard, where we will BBQ, and soak up the sun.

What was I complaining about again? How could I be so self centered? So ungrateful.

This was a big reality check, and completely changed my way of thinking. Now I have been saying little prayers in my head, thanking God for my blessings. It really is all about Gratitude. It makes our world a better place, and makes us better people.

From here on out I am thankful for the sawing, drilling, pounding….and even the dirt ;)

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Layla : If everyone had a puggle then everyone would have a headrest!"

The Dreaded Airplane Ride

The pictured quote prompted me to write this blog :) I knew it was only a matter of time before we had that one dreaded plane ride…you know, the one where someone would give us a hard time about our “fussy baby”.

It is not fun traveling with a 1 year old, like really not fun. The whole process is very nerve wracking. Making sure that you pack all of their things, arriving to the airport with plenty of time, carrying all of the “baby stuff” through security, and the actual plane ride, which is by far, the worst part.

When Layla was itty bitty, it was a piece of cake! I would throw a nursing blanket over her, and she never made a peep! Things are a lot harder now! She wants to MOVE! She doesn't want to sit still in that little row for 3 or 4 hours!

Jon and I do everything in our power to keep her entertained…I mean everything. All the while, praying to God that she doesn't freak out and disturb everyone on the plane! But sometimes, there is nothing you can do about it. Which is exactly what happened on our last plane ride with her.

As we boarded the plane, and made our way into our seats, I couldn't help but notice that the woman sitting across the aisle from us (we’ll call her Miss Crabby pants) seemed to look unhappy when she saw us.

Did you ever walk into a space and immediately feel a negative energy from someone? Well, that's exactly what I was feeling as I sat down in my seat.

If you know Jon and me, you know that we are people persons. So when we sit down in our seats on a plane, the first thing we do is greet the person sitting next to us with a nice big smile! But this lady wouldn't even give us a chance. She straight up snubbed us as she put on her headphones, and mumbled something under her breath. It was very obvious that she didn't want us sitting next to her.

Layla’s bedtime is around 7:30 pm, and our flight was taking off at 7:00 pm. We were really hoping that she would just fall fast asleep when she got tired, you know right there on our lap in our little row! Even though she wasn't snug in her crib, wearing her wearable blanket, in the pitch dark, with her white noise machine roaring….maybe we had a chance???

At first, everything was good, then about half way through, she started getting a little fussy. Miss Crabby Pants immediately started rolling her eyes, making clicking noises with her tongue, and moving around uncomfortably in her chair. Then she mumbled a little louder, so that we could hear her, “Ughhh great!”

As feelings of helplessness started to build, so did feelings of anger….but we pretended we didn't hear it. At this point, the plane had grown completely dark, and a lot of the passengers were putting their seats back, pulling up their blankets, and closing their eyes.

As far as our “situation”’ was going, the toys, snacks, and even the beloved Sesame Street videos were not helping, and Layla started to break out in full on sobs! Jon immediately got up, taking her to the back of the plane, trying to rock her to happiness, or hopefully sleep!

All of a sudden, Miss Crabby Pants sits up in her chair, taking off her head phones. As she turns to look back at my frazzled, yet very determined husband, she says, “He needs to keep that baby quiet!”

So now, Im starting to feel that adrenaline feeling…I feel very much alive. You know the feeling. It is intense. Shortly after, Layla is out! Thank God!

Jon quietly makes his way back to his seat with Layla fast asleep in his arms. As he slowly lowers himself into his seat, and settles in, I lean in and whisper, “This lady is really starting to p**s me off!!” Of course, he is aware, having seen and heard it all.

Again, trying to be the bigger person, we try to brush it off….Until a few minutes later, Miss C.P. convinces me that she is definitley out to get us, when she leans over Jons shoulder, and starts talking, VERY loud to the person sitting behind him.

I would say 50% out of natural instinct, and 50% out of complete annoyance, Jon and I both turn to her, and say ‘Shhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Well, that didn't go over well. Miss C.P. now wakes up Layla, when she starts freaking out on us, and I quote, “You don't tell me to be quiet! I am 50 years old! I am a grown woman!” “You need to keep him quiet!!!”

WHOA!!!!! That does it!!! The combination of waking our sleeping baby, which seemed to have done on purpose, calling her a BOY, when she is CLEARLY in pink, and just being really, really MEAN has caused me to reach this boiling point, where I seem to be loosing it! I just can't hold it in anymore. I look her straight in the eyes, and say, or shout actually "Why are you such a miserable woman?!?" She immediately retaliates by telling me she is miserable because she had to listen to my "BRAT" cry.

By this point, the flight attendant has shown up, and is asking what the commotion is about. She starts telling him in a very loud voice, her version of the story, which was complete and utter whack. The flight attendant asks her to please lower her voice, which she does not.
He then tells her to keep it down, she is disturbing other passengers.

She then starts shouting at the flight attendant, "Do not tell me to be quiet, I am 50 years old" yada, yada, yada. The flight attendant then informs her that what she is doing is a federal offense and officials will be waiting when we exit the plane, and we can take it up with them.

Jon and I were quiet as a little mouse throughout this whole convo. For the remainder of the plane ride, which was about 40 minutes, Miss C.P. continued to talk about us and mumble things loud enough for us to hear, including threats that her man would be waiting at baggage claim for Jon. We bit our tongues the rest of the flight, trying our best to block her out.

Upon landing, officials were indeed waiting for us. They asked her her side of the story first. She, once again, "went off" shouting her side of the story. When the officials came to talk to us, they told us not to worry, that she must have been off her meds....

For the next few days, I couldn't help but replay the whole scenario over again in my head. I couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself for my little outburst. On Sunday mornings, I occasionally watch Joel Olsteen preach on the television from my family room. I have always admired him, and his grace. I couldn't help but think, how would he have handled the situation? I mean, he has kids! I'm sure he has been in this situation before?!?!

For all my parent friends, what would you have done? How would you have handled the situation?

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Tea Time!

Layla gets bored with her toys, so we go on mini shopping sprees on Amazon.com ! She is loving her new LeapFrog tea set!!! The teapot bubbles, lights up, sings her songs, teaches her counting and colors and greets her when she opens her lid! Comes with 2 teacups and cakes!! All for $16 💗. Lauren Shapiro 💗 the tutu!

This is Eugene.

Eugene is my friend from Orangetheory Fitness. He is not a walker, and not a jogger. He is a runner...a fast runner. So I like to run next to him.

When I walk into Orange Theory, which is a group fitness class, I jump on a treadmill next to someone who is in good shape, and who is pushing themselves. This gives me an extra push, and motivates me to step it up.

Sometimes I will see the person next to me doing a push at 8.0, so I will set my push at 8.1.
Jon calls this is a "Heathy Competition". Although, when I work out with Jon, there is nothing "healthy" about it. It's 100% a competition. He is very competitive, which can be very annoying, but at the end of the day, he pushes me harder than anyone else, so I'll give him that much!

If the person or people around you are running, you are going to run....you are certainly not going to walk! Unless you physically can not run, due to injuries, a bad knee, etc.

The next time you go to the gym or a group fitness class, go work out next to the most fit person you see, and then try to do even better than them! Tap into your inner strength. You may be surprised to see what you are capable of!

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