I finally clicked that "monetize" button I have been DYING to click since it appeared about a year ago.
And while I do not blog to make money (I blog soley due to pressure from family members).
Nor do I expect to make a mckmama mint.
I just figured that it couldn't hurt and it might help.
Plus, it was taken from my master list (written on a memo in my Blackberry) entitled "Ways to make/save money"
I have now made enough to purchase a meal deal at Subway. Woot! ;)
:)
On another note, Breckin is now taking serious steps! Last night for the first time, he took more than 2 steps in a row! He walked from the chair all the way over to the couch to his Uncle Jackson!
No, no it is not the smell of the just-changed poopy diaper lingering.
It is the smell of change, in the air.
It all started a few weeks ago when Adam bbm'ed me that he wanted to go back to school to be a teacher. I figured it was just a passing thought, until I got home that night and saw the look on his face. He had not been so excited about anything in a long time. I realized that even though this may be hard, we had to figure out a way to do it. Adam's last day at work is April 15th. He will start summer classes to begin working toward his teaching degree. We are hoping that this will take two years to complete.
At first I was very worried a total basket case about what we were going to do. I had so many questions running through my head and a lot of things to get straightened out. But I know we will be able to do it, it will just take some sacrificing. I think my dad said it best, when I saught his advice he told me:
"Kid, sometimes in a marriage you have to give each other room to grow."
Since my camera is a little on the fritz I will share our spring break pics via the trusty blackberry.
(Don't worry, nothing serious, I just need to read up a little.)
We had many great mini adventures over our week long holiday.
We made a special trip down to the river.
Where Dixon was able to through as many rocks as his little heart desired.
Breckin was not sure what to think of the sand so he spent most of the time with a death grip on the collar of my shirt.
Well, except for the time Uncle Colton was trying to dunk him in the river.
My dad (the naturalist) is taking part in a program called CRP.
He is clearing the brush around the river and I must say that it looks beautiful.
I especially LOVE that we can see across the river to Grandpa Pete's farm and the cabin up on the hill.
We also made a few glorious trips to Target, where my darling boys were rewarded at the end with pizza and people watching in the Target cafe.
We spent much of our time playing outside, most days the weather was lovely.
We usually end up walking around the block or playing next door at the Stanford's house. Speaking of the Stanfords, the brought home a beautiful baby girl over break. :)
We also made the trip up to Clear Lake to see Tasha, Eric and baby Reesey.
The boys and I made it both ways without stopping.
Yes, we did not stop, even to hang the Cars blankie out the window or to take pictures of sweet sleepy babies.
Pure talent or totally distracted driving?
Please don't answer that.
The boys and I just stayed for one night. In which we watched Despicable Me 8 times and played musical beds for 8 hours.
I even attempted to put my almost 15 month old in his 6 month old cousin's swing to get him to sleep.
All to no avail.
Needless to say we were able to 4 hour naps when we arrived home.
To go along with our unsafe theme, Breckin also had a near death expierence at Target.
Usually I let the boys choose if they want to ride in the front or the back of the cart.
At this point of the Target trip Dixon was in the front of the cart and Breckie was in the back.
Mr. Breckin was standing like Leo on the Titanic, the proud rider of his cart.
When all of the sudden he saw something he wanted and leeeeaaaaaaned out of the cart.
He did a total flip over and landed on the hard ground on his back/back of his head.
Cue Kendra "OH MY GODDDD!!!"
Cue Breckin "WAHAHAHAHAHHAHA"
Cue 7 Target workers rushing to our aid asking us to fill out incident reports.
No major injuries resulted, just a bump on Breckin's head and a broken heart for mama.
In a lame attempt to make myself feel better, I asked the Target worker, "Does this happen a lot?" To
which she replied, "No, usually parents strap them in."
