Introductions

Well, I guess this is it. The Introduction. The part where I tell a slimmed-down version of my life story. It sounds rather boring, to tell you the truth, so instead, I will just brag.

I like to think that I'm still considered young, but some may disagree. I'm 24 years young, "just a spring chicken" according to my grandma, and have a stubborn, impatient, absolutely perfect one (almost two!) year old daughter. I've been married to Mr. Right for 2.5 years and we all live in Nevada with our three unruly dogs and one somewhat creepy cat. We are awaiting the arrival of Babybabypants, due September 11. I don't think that date will come fast enough.

As of now, I am a licensed home daycare provider. Meaning I am absolutely insane. I only have a couple extra kiddos in my care, but some days it seems that I am slowly losing control. Funny how that happens. I also write, obviously, for fun, and I have an online baby store that's more of a hobby than anything. Especially considering the laptop with all of my information just died. And my sewing machine crapped out. When it rains, it pours, right?

I also must admit that I am nowhere near a perfect mother. I have come to the point where I no longer even know what perfect means. To me, the fact that my child survives solely on Mac n Cheese, waffles, and PB&J's is irrelevant. At least she's eating. And there's dairy in the macaroni, protein in the peanut butter, fruit in the jam, and I'm sure those other food groups are in there somewhere. I let her dance to rap music, make huge messes that only a bath and/or hose can clean, and choose her own clothes (unless of course we are going out in public, then her choices may be vetoed). I pick my battles wisely. As long as she's happy, I consider my job done. She says "peese" and "tank you" many times a day, she has only bitten one child today, and she tells me "I wub you, too, Mommypeepants" before bed. I'd say I'm at least average.

Welcome to my life.