Her Very First Steps!

It is very rare the someone actually catches their child's very first steps on camera but I managed to do it! I had my phone recording, trying to catch Lainey dancing as she does all day long and then it happened! She took three steps all on her own. :) She has taken a kind of step in between the couch and the coffee table but this was the real deal!

Her big sister Mayley took her first steps at 11 months as well and was walking on her birthday. Cinco De   Drinko, I mean Mayo, is 6 days away. I wonder if she will be full on walking by then. Anyway, we were so excited to catch this and I was totally in tears behind the phone.

On this day she also said "dancin" and got her fourth tooth (upper left) She got her first three on the bottom a while ago.

I will update soon when I take her for her one year check up :)

TRUTH

 It has come to my attention in a very big way that I offended someone with Super Size My Bra. I would like to set things straight. I did not write that blog post with anyone in mind but myself. I would never write something that was attacking someone else on purpose and on a public forum. For one, that is immature and secondly, that is not who I am. My true friends know that about me.

I wrote this piece in a tongue and cheek tune thinking it would cheer myself up after the rough day that I had. I have always been a writer and that is how I express my feelings. I also thought other women, especially women who have had children, would find humor in this and could relate to it.

With that said, I never once aimed this at anyone in particular. I even stated that it was about myself. I never once said anything bad about getting a breast augmentation. In fact I defended it. If you read this piece correctly you would have gathered that I wanted a boob job but my husband disapproved. Right now if he said go for it, I just might. Being that he said no, this was my way of coming out of a dark cloud and finding happiness and peace within myself. I made it clear that society (by way of TV, ads, music and media) has made most women feel inadequate. Therefore after having children (especially breastfeeding them) our boobs are just not what they used to be. Back in the day (I mean way back) it was fine, that was life and you went on. There was not a huge emphasis placed on chest size way back when. Today there is. Hence why I considered getting one for myself.

If you for some reason read this thinking it was about you it is not. In fact if you actually read this I do not even remotely see how you could think I was aiming this at one person.

I have many girl friends who have breast implants, have had reductions, want a boob job and are even close to getting one. Not one of those girls who read this were offended and never thought twice that I wrote this about them. They enjoyed reading it and found themselves laughing and relating to my busy and stressful day as a stay at home mom who just wants to feel good inside and out.

And lastly, when you tell someone to go read a story and they go into thinking its a negative piece singling you out (because you told them that) of course they will read it with bias and turn my words into what they want so that it ads up to what you told them about it.

I will continue to use this blog to write my feeling, stories, family moments etc. I will continue to write in my style which is often whimsical, humorous and sometimes raw. I will never use this blog or any public forum to disrespect another...especially a friend.

Super Size My Bra Please

Let's get real ladies! We live in a society (a very confused one) where we have come to think having ginormous boobs that stand up straight like they are saluting a soldier (I am sure they would appreciate that)  and having a tiny stick waste is what is beautiful. GET OVER IT!!!! I am really starting to get annoyed. Not with anyone else in particular, but myself. I guess I can say that I fell into the pressure where I started to view myself as inadequate since I have been blessed with little boobs (actually average in the real boob world). I even put it in my head that my husband didn't like what he saw. Yes, I was acting like that crazy chick who over complicates everything. Yup that's me. But here is how it happened.

Born, raised, participated in athletics from a tot, ran in high school and was very confident in my body image, ran in college and started to get a complex. It wasn't easy being around girls with beautiful muscle tone, girls who had the ability to eat super healthy and girls who were so freaking skinny. From there I worked at Hard Rock (Boob Town), drove home on the freeway everyday looking at huge in your face billboards with but of course...BOOBS! Reality shows took over with lots of boobs, magazines featured boobs, movies star boobs, boob jobs, boobs boobs boobs!!! I was being suffocated by boobs!

Let's not forget how I have had two children and breast fed. Thank you girls for wrecking my chest. xoxoxoxoxoxo

Anyway, I finally did the unthinkable. I asked my husband for a boob job. Oddly enough he said no and told me he loves me the way I am and he would never want me to go through that kind of surgery because he couldn't live without me...What a PRICK right? I mean geez! Ugh seriously I was blessed with a great man. Alright alright, after a few days of whining and realizing he was right I gave up. But here is what I did.

So I was having one of those days where I wanted to throw the kids in a cage and run away, possibly to the beach. 5:00 P.M. rolled around and Brad walked in the door as I quickly shimmied out with a quick hi by love ya! FREEDOM! Off to the mall I went. Oh what joy as I exited  my car not having to unpack the kids, the limo of a stroller and all the SHIT yes shit that goes along with us. What a breeze it was entering the mall empty handed, not getting stuck in the door while people pass by not helping. I even made it all the way to Victoria's Secret with out having to stop at the potty, or pick a Binky up that was tossed, or break up a fight! I entered hearing sweet angels singing to me and bright lights shining down at me sparkling. No really that is how Victoria's Secret is. Casually I grabbed a shopping bag and began tossing in every bra that had lace and sequins and padding and colors. It's totally like an adult candy shop only more expensive...and adds cleavage.

In the dressing room I was tugging and adjusting and just starring. Something is just not right. Was I deformed? Why do these not fit!!?? BZZZZZZZ "Can I help you?" tears begin to well up. "Yes! My kids wrecked my boobs and nothing fits!" "Sweetie, don't worry you are seriously the fourth woman today that has said the same thing, we will figure this out." Now she was an angel! Not only did I leave with three bras in had that make me look AMAZING! I didn't have to enter the world of level four padding thank god but a little super sizing in the padding department never hurts and she also made me feel very secure with myself. She promised that I am just used to seeing fake boobs everywhere and that a real D is actually smaller than you think. No I am not a D but when I think of a D I think HUGE! I guess I was wrong. Thank you messed up society and your skewed body image.

Pink bag in hand I flung open the door with a huge smile on my face. I ran to my husband and gave him a big hug and said," Guess what? I just saved you soooo much money!" "How is that babe?" "Well I decided you were right. I don't need a boob job. I just need good bras!" "So how did you save money?" "I only spent $177 at Victoria's Secret!" "I saved you like 9 grand!"

So ladies, in a world where you can super size your burger and super size your silicone do yourself a favor; super size your bra. It's a lot cheaper and healthier.



*Seriously just embrace who you are and your natural god given body. We will all be a lot happier if we just  accept who we are and not give into what society thinks is normal. And before I get attacked because that is what girls like to do. Of course if you are deformed, unhappy, have had babies and are severely deflated, etc etc. Do what makes you happy :) I am not against it at all. Just glad I found peace with a good fitting bra and a very "supportive" loving husband.