Deuces

You really are magical, Aren't you? At 9 months I'm not sure if we could be more proud or more in love with you. Your smile stops everyone that sees it. It spreads from ear to ear. At 9 months you walk with caution... a few steps and then... the 'learning-to-surf' maneuvers take hold.  It's that wobbly balancing act... And then, when you are firmly planted on all fours, you move so quickly even the cats can't escape you anymore. At 9 months you think you are so clever and love to feed mommy and daddy Cheerios and crackers.  You think it's just hilarious putting your grubby fingers into our mouths.  And today you stole my Luna bar before I had a chance to unwrap it, cornered the kitty ("Trouble") and tried to feed him that chocolately protein bar.  He was pretty annoyed, and yet you just kept shoving it in his face. So determined, my young Padawan is. You love people.... places.... car keys.... the simple things in life... You are so nos

My name is Sayler, and this is my very first Valentine's Day. Some day, I will be accepting far too many "Be Mine" candies and sweets and letters of love from would be suitors. But on this February 14th, my daddy will be my Valentine. He's the first man I've ever loved. It's the first kiss from a boy that isn't icky. It's warm hugs, Laughing together and the first man's hand I'll ever hold. He is the strongest man I'll ever know, and he can fix almost anything (according to me anyway, my mommy is still waiting for the plug in the kitchen to stop dangling from its socket). He promises to let me dance on his feet, and sneeze bogies on him without judging me. He is the man that I will judge all other men by when I am an adult. And they say girls marry men like their fathers.... I should be so lucky. A man that is kind, witty, handsome, smart and most importantly, A man that is loyal and treats a girl like a

Last night I was pumped to get my jog on. That means I had one of my favorite pair of running pants on- the ones I got from Costco that fit snug in the waist and  cover my feet and long legs well. I wore my teal sports bra- it's the one that holds deez babies in no matter how hard I hit the pavement. I sported a form-fitting casual tee.  It's not one of those sports bra things some girls wear when they hope people are looking their way and seeing their boobies bounce (see above about a proper-fitting sports bra).  No, no, thank you ma'am, just conservative cotton up top for me will do. My sneaks were laced tight.  I wore my Adidas.  The ones my boo got me for Christmas that fit a little too big since I gave birth but are still pretty comfy and do the job of getting me around the track. My socks were white, thick, cottony goodness and likely didn't match because I hate that part about laundry (matching socks that look so similar and yet aren't and