Zade Beiber

My son is a Qwerky kid. His newest obsession is wearing jeans everyday. EVERYDAY I tell you! His wardrobe consists of his Gap skinny jeans, OSU SnapBack ball cap, short-sleeved button up shirt, socks with his Jordan. The Jordan's must be tied strategically behind he tongue of the shoes so that "nobody can see them mom!" DUH!!!

Drumroll please......

Isn't he just precious? All gangster and what not?

This is how the dude rolls right here. Roastin' them "smarshmallows" as he refers to them. 

How could a mom resist that sweet face, gangsta or not. 

Me: "Zade what are you listening to on your iPod?"

Zade: "oh just some stuff from Beiber and Lacrae" 

One of a kind indeed!

Fluffy

Life is full of irony. The older I get the "fluffier" I get. I prefer the word fluffy over the three letter F word. (Fat) The last few months I've been trying to eliminate stressful or stress-provoking situations in my life. I have obviously been given a fair share of stressful situations over my 35 years.  I have accepted the life God has given me with gratefulness and picked up and kept going. 

Well, I've decided that the fluffier my physical body gets the less fluff I can handle in my life. Irony? I think so. My thoughts today are that I wish there was enough of me physically, mentally and spiritually to be all that I want to be. I want to be the best mom, best wife, best daughter, best friend, best nurse, best coworker, best sister; ah the list could go on and on.  I've decided in order to de-fluff my life I must learn to say no and be okay with saying no. This is one of the hardest things to do as a woman- to put yourself toward the top of that priority list in life and to not let myself feel guilty for doing so. As a nurse you sacrifice and bust your tail to take care of others. It seems foreign to flip the order of the care plan to put oneself on the list of priorities. So, I am giving myself homework. A care plan of sorts for life. Hopefully I get a passing grade.