* I get my bath water so hot that my heart races and when I get out I feel like I've ran 3 miles. Also, I am the color of Miss Piggy with a sunburn for a good 20 minutes post bath. * I must have Diet Coke with Mexican food and iced tea with everything else. * I have the most sensitive feet in the world. They hurt all of the time. I can not stand for them to be touched and I am pretty sure I keep breaking the same piggy toe over and over. * Yes, I call it a piggy toe. That's what it is. Pinkies are on your hands, piggies on the toes. * Piggy seems to be a common theme in my random facts about myself. You must also know that I embrace my inner piglet when it comes to chips & queso and chocolate chip cookies. * My husbands clothes are exponentially more comfortable than mine so I always wear his duds around the house. And then I yell at him because all of the laundry seems to be his. * Not really. I don't really yell. We do not like yelling. No, not a bit. It's just our style. Not yellers. Not new yellers, not old yellers. We don't even like that movie. I guess I should have said nag. Because I am guilty of the nag. * In the 5th grade my teacher wore clear fingernail polish and it always shined as she taught. I didn't know such a thing existed and thought she just had naturally freakishly shiny fingernails. So, in an attempt to make mine equally as shiny and feminine, I licked them. I thought that was her secret to glossy nails. Needless to say, my shine never lasted more than 6 seconds. * Fifth grade was also the year I learned what an albino was and feared people would think I was one. (Clearly, I didn't fully understand the definition.) So, I would lay my head down on my desk and hold my breath so my face would get pink and I'd have more color. Viola - no longer a suspect for albinism. Fifth grade was a weird year for me. * I can't breathe of something is on my stomach. Even a hand or a book. I start to hyperventilate and can't catch a deep breath. I feared pregnancy for this very reason. Thankfully, it doesn't have the same effect if it's on the inside of my stomach. But the same goes for my back. If Husby lays his hand on my stomach or back when we're going to sleep I FREAK OUT. I can't deal. * Fresh cold sheets are one of my life's greatest pleasures. * I was never allergic to feathers until I married my husband. Now I can't even so much as look at a down pillow or comforter without sneezing and my eyes swelling shut. Which is absolutely absurd because I grew up sleeping on feathers! But when we got married I had to get all faux down because he is allergic and now I am too. Go figure!
I am a thirty-something girl who has dreamed of having babies and making a warm and enchanting home all of her life. After 12 years of school, 4 years of college and 4 years of the workforce, I finally reached my goal and am living my dream. God has blessed me with the most endearing Husby in all the land and he is a Sports Medicine Physician fulfilling his own dream. We have a bubbly little boy named Levi and an adorable baby boy named Ezra, who bring us constant joy and bundles of giggles. Join the four of us, as we walk through the journey of life one dazzling day at a time.