Where have I been, you ask?

Well, basically having the time of my life! Literally.

I don’t want to be all cliche and annoying, but honestly, having a loving, handsome husband and two adorable babies makes for one happy mama!

Also, I’m thrilled to report that I am officially a stay at home mama now. This is a long answered prayer and I am overwhelmed that God has so graciously given my family this gift. This is my dream job!

Being with my sweet ones all day, everyday, is honestly my dream come true.

I am also able to serve Zach in many simple ways that add up to be gifts that I love to give him. Things like, the gift of dinner on the table every night when he gets home from work, a clean house, clean clothes, the gift of praying for him throughout the day, but most importantly the gift and mission of kissing every boo boo, teaching every song, dancing every dance and loving on our babies all day long. Like I said, it’s a dream come true for both Zach and I.

I cannot, and will not take this gift for granted.

So, that said, here’s what we’ve been up to…

This, my friends, is the good life.

There are many things that I dread in life.

Sleep wars for one. I mean, I held Bitzy in my arms for naps until she was 10.5 months old simply because I so dreaded her endless screams (more to come on the naps wars. It’s a doozy).

Cleaning. Not the sweeping, dusting, vacuuming kind of cleaning, the real cleaning. The windows, ceiling fans, under the bed, clean out the closets kind of cleaning. I will make every excuse known to man to get out of it. It’s so gross (maybe the reason it’s so gross is because I wait so long…geez, I annoy myself).

Organizing. I could be the least organized soul on the planet. Again, this is one of life’s great mysteries. How can I abhor shoes in the floor, or a vase inches from it’s rightful home, but can have a family of uncoordinated bras from 1989 overflowing in my drawer?  Acceptance is the key here folks. “My name is Molly and I’m disorganized.” “Hello, Molly.” That said, organizing things basically makes me break out into hives…so I do what all disorganized freaks do, they call their good friend “Julie” and ask her for help. Duh.

Schoolwork. I hate school. Hate it. I honestly think I was in some kind of walking coma when I decided to get my Masters degree. I mean, I wasn’t exactly the model college student. Remember? Read here and here. Now that I’m totally done with all of my classes (and have been for nearly a year), I really need to finish my Thesis. But alas, I can’t seem to get the motivation. The real truth is, it’s a lot of work. Like, A LOT of work. While I love my life with Zach and Bitzy and my job/this blog/maintaining relationships/candy (candy totally deserves to be in this list. It’s my life partner after all)…life is busy with things that I love…no time for things that I hate: aka: schoolwork.

But, it’s time. It’s so time. So, I’m back on the Thesis train. I’m hoping that I can finish the sucker in a few weeks. I’ve already written 80 pages for Pete’s sake. What’s a few more?

So, here I am in front of God and the world wide web telling you that I’m gonna finish this stupid degree.

Then, I’m going to start a campaign convincing people that going to Grad school is a waste of time and money.

Just kidding.

Education is important and I know when it’s all said and done I’ll be glad that I have that big shiny degree on my wall, but until then, I’m grumpy about education in general.

Also, I dreamed last night that I had to re-take Stats, the one and only class that I have ever failed. Turns out that you can’t pass a class that you don’t understand by attending only a few classes in a semester (not my fault that this professor had no attendance policy) and taking tests that may as well be in Greek. That said, I did score a 61 on one of the tests. I think that’s pretty impressive that I got 61% right when I had absolutely no clue about the material…but let’s be honest, it was the curve that saved me. I probably scored an 11.

That said, this school non-sense is messing with my mojo.

So, I’m sick of thinking about it, I’m just gonna do it.

OK, I’m off to write about academic jargon.

Did you guys file a missing blogger report in your town for me?  What about a reward poster?  Milk Cartons? Anything?

Thank you all for your precious concern.  I am a little worn out, but I’m great, Bitzy is more  beautiful than ever and Zach didn’t divorce me after last week.

Ya see, as I told you earlier I had a big event for my job (not the wiping tushes and dishes job at home, the one I get paid money for, not wet slobbery kisses), and it just about knocked me out. I have been exhausted (working around the clock will do that to you) and blogging just hasn’t been on my docket. For that, I’m sorry…BUT…

1. I’m grateful for a job.

2. I’m grateful for a job that I understand and can do well.

3. I’m grateful for a job that honors Jesus.

So, no complaints from this gal.

You all can take the signs down and call your local Po-Po and tell them to stop the search parties. Thank you all so much for your kind concern.

In other news, at my fancy event I had the opportunity to hang out with Governor Mike Huckabee and Dr. Al Mohler. Let me just say, regardless of your personal beliefs on politics and religion, you will never meet 2 nicer guys. I was absolutely floored by both of their kindness and generosity. It was a very humbling experience. So if you have time, check out their stuff, Here and Here.

In more random news, I wore a fab-u-lous dress at said fancy event, fixed my hair, wore bright pink lipstick AND wore 3 inch high heels. That’s right. These tootsies haven’t seen 3 inch heels since before I was pregnant with Bitzy. Let’s just say that while I did keep a smile on, I was thinking about taking the shoes and throwing them in a lake of fire. When I took them off my little piggies were blood red, aching and screaming, “Why Mommy, Why?” But no worries, I have my flip flops back on and all is right with the world.

In more important news, as I was preparing for this big beautiful event and praying for God’s blessing, I was trailing my Bitzy up the stairs and I whispered in her ear, “There is no place else that I’d rather be than here with you.” ‘Cause friends, there is no greater job than being her baby mama. None. She’s a little slice of heaven and I love being with her. It’s a good reminder for me on a night like last night, a little perspective ya know. I love throwing big parties that everyone loves, but I love being her mama more. And let’s face it, I love people telling me how great I am (who doesn’t?), but I love being her mama the most. And finally, I love working at place where Jesus is exalted and honored, but I love honoring Jesus in our home more. Like I said, a little perspective is good for the soul.

Here is Bitzy at the beginning of her rolling over journey.

I am convinced that if you believe it, you can achieve it.

Seriously.

I am one of the cheesy, quote throwing crazies that actually rally behind positive thinking.

Go figure.

Even though when I apply this to my own life I have doubts.

Major doubts.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I really wanted to be a brain surgeon the medical school professors would pat me on the head and say “MMMKY” like the guy from Office Space.

My medical degree from Grey’s Anatomy is solely general surgery, you know.

Anyway, I tried very hard to project this belief on to my offspring this weekend.

Let me back up, I realize that I am very, very, very blessed to have the opportunity to work from home 2 days a week.  I am even more blessed by the fact that my mother in law, AKA: Gracie’s Lolly, keeps her the 3 days when I’m at the office.

Very blessed.

Notice how all of her toys are far away...I was trying to entice her.

However, that means that 3 days a week I am away from my Bitzy.  Which means that there are approximately 24 hours worth of time that she could be doing something awesome that I could miss.

Like, let’s say, rolling over for the first time.

When I was on maternity leave I would cry and cry about going back to work and missing “a first”.  And now, it’s still a nagging fear.

So on Wednesday when I got home from work Lolly said, “Gracie is so close to rolling over.  I thought she was going to today!”

What I heard?

“You are a terrible mother who will miss one of your beautiful baby’s first major milestones.”

So, I was on a mission.

I was determined that my Bitzy WOULD roll over before the clock struck for bedtime on Sunday night.

Take in mind that the child has never rolled from belly to back.

She’s not so into tummy time, ok?

Mid-Roll.

So beginning Thursday morning when she woke up, all of our play times consisted on her laying on a blanket on the floor and me holding her favorite toys away from her begging and pleading with her to roll over.

For four solid days it was basically a circus act of Zach and Me helping her roll, cheering, depriving her of her toys, her crying, me soothing and then the act started all over again.

The poor child was exhausted from all the playtime.

I was like a pageant mom with all the rolling over practice.  I may as well of put lipstick and a crown on her head.

So, on Sunday night I had given up.  I may as well just give Lolly the video camera to record all her milestones since I, the horrible mommy, would be missing everything cool.

Then, right when I was renouncing the famous “If you believe it, you can achieve it” and said to Zach, “Oh well, we tried our best,” she did it.

She rolled over.  From her back to her tummy and then back again.

My genius athlete child could’ve won the Nobel Peace Prize and I couldn’t have been prouder.

SHE DID IT!!! Yay!!!

Of course I cried and thank her profusely for her generosity in allowing me to watch her roll over.

Then she laughed at me like I was the funniest person in the whole wide world.

Which come to think of it, I probably am in her tiny little world.

Hmmm..or maybe I’m tied with Zach.

Anyway, call it a coincidence but I take it as a gift. A beautiful wonderful gift that God and Gracie conspired on to give me.

And I am grateful.

PS:  I work for an amazing company that allows me to be at home with my girl 2 days a week,                                          City on a Hill Productions, maybe you should go check out the website.  Like Now.