Woohoo!

So, what do you think of my new header??? Cute huh? Corey created it, she did such a fantastic job!

I'm still fiddling around with fonts and spacing and colors and all that jazz, so bear with me!!!

Thanks Corey!!!!!!

And Happy Mother's Day to all you fantastic women who are child-rearers. You do such a great job! Although, you may be doing a crappy job, but since it's Dia de la Madre, go ahead and pat yourself on the back.

I made it!

I have officially entered the Great Land of Blog. I'm a first timer here, so bear with me as I ramble some nonsense. Since I am from the oh so great state of Idaho, I guess I will call myself a BlogAHo.

So welcome to my blog! I was going to attempt one entry per day, but I think I will start with 3 per week and go from there!!

Peaceful Chaos

I chose the name Peaceful Chaos for my blog because it describes my household to a T. The days are chaotic, I often find that before I know it, it's 5 PM and I haven't gone to the bathroom yet. A redheaded, spunky, two year old takes up a third of my time, and a redheaded, tiny, two week old takes up another third. Cooking, cleaning, running errands, and doing laundry take up the last third. There's not much time in the day to be an attentive wife, let alone find a few minutes for myself! My tooth brush sits forgotten in it's holder, my blow dryer remains still and quiet, and I've just reapplied my second dose of deodorant. I've got one child attached to my breast as I am trying to cool off a bowl of soup for a "tarvin" toddler. While both children eat, the buzzer dings to unload the dryer, and the phone shrilly rings. The baby unlatches and starts wailing, and a bowl of soup is suddenly unturned. One word. Chaos.

But late at night when I am finally ready to settle down, I peek in on my two year old monster. She's soundly sleeping amid 9 stuffed animals, 2 dolls, 4 blankies, 1 very special blanket, 2 pillows, and for some reason, one of her Dad's baseball caps. I kiss my hand and gently touch it to her forehead. I close my eyes and silently wish her sweet dreams and a restful night. The house is still, lit by the soft glow from a few night lights. Back in my bedroom I crawl into bed next to a tiny, warm newborn. I snuggle her close and gently rub the strawberry blond peach fuzz on her head. She makes one of those heart-melting baby squeaks and I smile. One word. Peace.