Do yoga pants and spongebob count? If I was my husband I would say.. Call of Duty. Im sure after he reads this he will look at me and say, "yah yah"... (we dont like to say shut up in this house so Yah Yah is our nice way of putting it)
Hmm.. One passion would be of course my family. Its been my greatest achievement so far. 5 years ago, if you were to tell me that I would be a family girl now, I would have laughed at you and bought you a shot. Now its rare to even see me drink... I have no time I feel like. But my babies are my life. Dont tell anyone but I look forward to expanding my little monster house. Just waiting for a good time. A "good time" was 6 months ago for Beast. I think he would be singing a different off-key-tune if he had to carry 50 extra pounds for 10 months then push that sucker out of something that should never have something that big pop out. He whines when he gets a sun burn.
Hmm.. another passion is
Hmm.. my last passion is oddly enough- the journey of becoming a mom. I tell my friends and family all the time that I want to delivery a baby myself so bad. I love when my friends and family members come to me with a pregnancy or new mother question. It makes me feel like maybe Im doing something right in this department. Now Im not saying I know it all-Though I feel like I do when talking to the Beast. There is plenty that I haven't experienced or didnt read about or didnt learn in school. But then Ill refer you to someone else or ask my go-to nurse mom. So keep the gross and disgusting questions about what in the hell is coming out of you coming my way. Un-nurse Dani is here!
On a side note, we took our last trip to the beach today.. Sad Face!! (the picture above is of me telling Beast to stop being inappropriate)I was excited and self-concious because I love the beach but I also had donuts on top chocolate all night and day. Its been almost two years since iv been in a decent bikini. It was around 80 at Hilton Head, South Caroline and beautiful. Be jealous Minnesota friends.. be jealous.
However, we all got burnt!! Mother of the year award, folks. Yes, I did put sunscreen on my Spaz but he managed to get burnt in random spots, including the bags under his eyes, his cheeks (not the ones grandma squeezes), and his EYEBALLS. WHO THE HELL gets their EYEBALLS burnt? I feel awful! He looks like a good combo of crack baby meets allergies. He looks like he's been sitting in a circle down in Eric Foreman's basement... What do I even do for my poor baby? I just kept snuggling him and saying sorry... I think Spaz had the most fun, though. The waves were huge but they were no much for the Beast-in-training. He kicked every last wave's ass and took its name! One knocked him flat on his face but he stood tall and proud screaming "I will have my revenge on thy H2O!!" On our way back up to where everyone was sitting, two pairs of boobs in bikinis walked by. Spaz did a double take and like the male he is, immediately started chasing after them. Luckily they were very nice and said hello. But when they walked away, Spaz didnt follow me like I hoped for. No. My little "man" followed them all the way down the beach. Dont worry- mom was right behind him. As I always will. Forever. Remember that little ladies... Remember.
Spaz also was enlightened to the wonderful cuisine of sand. Lovely, salty, sand. I never thought I'd have to say, "Spaz, Stop eating the beach!" 47 times in 10 mins. Even after denying him his delectable sand, and third wheeling his hunt for babes, he still loves his mama. And gave me plenty of salty kisses to remind me.
Until Next Time.. xoxo
