So much to do and I’m doing this instead.

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In the wise words of Jim Gaffigan, “you ever have so much to do that you just take a nap?” That’s where I’m at, you guys. My house looks like a tornado went through it, we’re going on vacation next week WITH A BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME, I’ve done zero packing or purchasing the necessary items to TAKE A BABY ON VACATION TO THE BEACH because even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t know where anything is in my house because it looks like a tornado went through it. We’ve come full circle. So now you can see why I am sitting at my bar on my laptop instead of doing I don’t know, anything productive. (Even if you can’t, please just nod and smile.)

I’m also slightly distracted by the fact that a very important conversation regarding that whole adoption thing is happening at some point today. If you’re the praying type, we could use it.

Speaking of the house. I’m still in that honeymoon phase where I get in bed every night and say to Bryan “I can’t believe we get to live here.” I want to stay this way. I really don’t want to get complacent and start thinking of this house as anything besides such a blessing that isn’t really mine, but is God’s to be used for His glory. So bring on the parties, bring on the small groups, bring on the bridal/baby/wedding showers, the guests, the students needing a place to crash, and on and on.

The next subject on my mind: vacation WITH A BABY. You guys. I’m kind of stressed about this, which I realize is ironic given the fact that it’s vacation. This is Grady’s first time outside of like a 100 mile radius and most definitely his first overnight trip besides to my parents’ house. And it’s the beach, and the ocean. I need your tips! What’s your best advice for babies at the beach? Especially babies at a beach I’ve never been to. Also, babies on long road trips? Bring it on, readers!

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Camping in Our House.

You guys.

We are sleeping in our new house for the first time! Oh, you didn’t know that we bought a house? That’s probably because I suck at blogging as of late and also because OMGithappenedsofast.

We drove by this house on a Saturday and I said “nah, I don’t want to look at it because it’s a row home and probably isn’t what we want. On Sunday, Bryan went to look at it anyway without me. He called and said “So how would you like a house that has 4 bedrooms plus an office, a formal dining room, a big kitchen, and a bonus room, AND is in our price range?” I was all “Please yes I would like that please.” “Wellllll it’s that house you didn’t want to look at.” So our awesome realtor Blair showed us both the house on Monday, put our offer in and the owner accepted it on Tuesday. For real. They wanted to close 30 days later and we had to slow their roll.

(Seriously though, if you are local-NWA-call Blair Williams asap to be your realtor. He stuck with us even after last yeah when we had him show us houses all over the area and then were like “Haha jk Alex is pregnant so we’re not buying for like another year hahahaha sorrrrryyyy.” He did everything we asked and took amazing care of us. CALL HIM.)

So moving still sucks, in case you were wondering. We have been moving throughout the week and have been stuck in the limbo of two different houses with halfish of our stuff in each of them. Tonight though, we are sleeping here! It’s not as chaotic as I thought it would be, but I still feel like I’m camping out in my own house. I mean sure, our bed is here, but Grady’s is not and neither is his monitor, so I’m typing this all stealthy-like because he is asleep in the rock-n-play beside me and I’d like him to stay that way.

Here are a few of the many piles of un-gone-through stuff that I am choosing to deal with tomorrow instead of tonight. (“LALALA it’s all organized and decorated so you can take a chill pill and go to bed crazy person LALALALA”)

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I’ll try to put together some sort of virtual tour soon for you guys. I know you’re all dying to see an undecorated house with boxes everywhere.

We filmed a virtual tour earlier today TO SEND TO AN ADOPTION HOPEFUL! The kid will be shown our photos and video on Tuesday, so if you’re the praying and/or encouraging words type, we could use all of the things before and on that day.

I’ll keep you posted! Eeeeeeee!

Love, Alex

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot…

Go Home New Years, you're drunk.

Go Home New Years, you’re drunk.

So I have a problem when it comes to participating in mass activities, thoughts, and feelings. I have many examples of this, among them:

Taking part in lent (never have, doubt I ever will).

Saying things I am thankful for every day of November on Facebook.

Here comes the big confession: Feeling holiday cheer for any sort of reason that “I’m supposed to.” I don’t know what it is. This goes for almost all holidays, not just The Big C.

I’m plenty stubborn, but that is somehow not the reason for this difficulty. I guess it just feels ingenuine to me. Like “Oh, NOW is when I’m supposed to have all these feelings of thankfulness for what I have been blessed with, or adoration for my Savior being born, or great respect for the ones who died for my country.”

I’m no Scrooge, I have plenty of festiveness and cheer running through my veins. I love celebrating holidays for the commercial reasons. I will put that change in your bucket with more gusto than you’ve ever seen. I will volunteer and shop and eat and partake in traditions like a boss. I will decorate and listen to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” until everyone around is sick of both her and me. I just cannot force feelings upon myself simply because I am supposed to.

Don’t get me wrong, I am very thankful and stuff. Some form of “Thank-you” is pretty far up there on my most-said list (and trust me, I say a lot of words). I give so much praise to my God for sending His Son, I do. I just can’t seem to get with the program of being in some sort of mood on a given day. It’s a problem.

New Years both escapes and follows this trend of mine. I LOVE New Years. I think it’s so magical and that there is something special about celebrating accomplishments and memories of the past year, and ringing in the fresh beginning of another one. It almost makes me giddy.

This is Bryan and I in NYC for New Years last year. It was love. I MISS YOU NYC!!!

This is Bryan and I in NYC for New Years last year. It was love. I MISS YOU NYC!!!

The problem is with the resolutions. I feel like it’s similar to lent. I have never felt the need to declare things I will do differently, when said declaration almost never seems to hold up for people me.

This is how we feel about resolutions.

This is how we feel about resolutions.

I’ve decided I’m going to give it a go this year. I am changing the pace though. My husband (who is all up in the business world, he and business are besties) recently told me about the “SMART pattern” for setting goals, and I’ve decided that this is the key for successful New Years resolutions. I’ve also defined my resolutions in the examples instead of boring you with a list. YOU’RE WELCOME.

S: Specific. Make the resolutions clearly defined and not vague. Bad: “I’m going to try to be on my phone less.”  Good: “I’m going to put my phone away when I am out with Bryan, in the passenger seat of a car with anyone (there is a contingency for road trips, because, let’s be real here), and when we are hanging out in an intentional group setting (double dates, at someone’s house for dinner, etc).”

M: Measurable. Have definitive numbers or other measurable units in place to keep the resolution in check. Bad: “We’re going to save for a house this year.” Good: “Let’s make a plan to have ‘this specific amount’ saved to put down on a house this year, break it down into monthly savings, and keep track of it carefully.”

A: Attainable. Let’s not get crazy up in here. Bad: “I’m going to compete in a Half-Ironman this year.” (HAHAHAHAHAHA!) Good: “I’m going to do the ‘run’ portion of one of the sprint/olympic triathlons I plan to compete in without stopping for a break.”

R: Relevant. Make the resolution something that is already on your radar. If you pull something out of left field that you know you don’t care about that much, then it won’t be accomplished and it’s pretty pointless. I think this applies well to group goals. Don’t get suckered into a group resolution that you don’t care about that much. You’ll either give up because you don’t care about enough, or be miserable trying to stubbornly prove the point that you can do this. Bad: “I plan to read 10 books on business this year.” (If I want to be bored and sad) Good: “I plan to read 20 books this year.”

T: Time-Based. Give yourself deadlines for your resolutions. Don’t just make them willy nilly and hope they get done before next year. Bad: “This will be the year I hit my weight goal.” Good: “I am going to get down to a size 6(<- Specific. This is a two-for.) by the time my brother’s wedding rolls around (June 28th, I’m a bridesmaid) through my triathlon training and weight lifting.”

So there you go. I’ll let you know how it’s going through the year, and whether my disdain for these things grows or shrinks. For now I’ll just work on being thankful and full of praise all year round :).

What do you guys think of my Resolution Strategy, and what is your own?