Oops, I did it again...

I slacked on my blog, got busy with life, I'm sorry, baby! ((Sing with me!))

Hahaha, can you believe I just did that?!? I am so sorry. If you didn't know before, you know now- I'm a total cheeseball.

I talked to my dear friend Carolyn yesterday who is miles and miles away, and she reprimanded me on the lack of blogging. For people like her, this is the only way to see what's going on with us, and I've failed her miserably. So, lots to catch up on. Let's go!

School: I found out the results for the first $120 test I took several weeks back- I passed! I took the practice test for the second $120 test and I passed that too. Now I register for the real second test, take it, and just wait for the diploma- which I will be receiving May 15 at 2:00pm- woohoo! All major papers/etc for the semester have been turned in, and I am now working on my resume and applying for jobs. It's such a rush of emotions. I'm totally thrilled to be graduating, I'm a bit scared of the unknown- like the interview process, and I'm ever-thankful for actually making it to this point- thanks to my PARENTS, husband, encouraging friends, and my precious, little inspiration of a son. Speaking of....

Carter turned SIX years old on the 4th of March! He had his party at Pump It Up again this year. He wanted it to be a "costume party," so that's what it was. Creative kid, huh? I think so :)

After his party, Carter had his first sleepover with a friend. We didn't get home from the party till almost 9pm, so I let them stay up late- like till almost midnight! And this is what they did, all night:

More on Carter... 6 is such a funny age. I still want him to be my baby, and he is at many times, but at the same time I have pretty high expectations for the little guy. Perfect example. Wednesday morning I decide to treat him to donuts for breakfast before school. He places his order with me: one kolache and one glazed donut. I order accordingly and the drive-thru man tells me they're all out of glaze. I panicked and just told him to give me a chocolate iced instead, and almost simultaneously heard Carter begin to whimper in the backseat. I was on the phone with a teacher at a school that I would love to work at, so I just start throwing hand motions to Carter to be quiet, zip it, not now, WAIT! I pay the man and grab the donuts and as I begin to drive off the waterworks started. Carter is bawling in the backseat. He wanted donut holes, not chocolate iced. "You're crying? Really? I thought you were six!" I pulled up to the curb in front of the donut store. "Fine. Unbuckle your seatbelt, get out of your booster seat, and you march yourself in there and get what you want." Meanwhile, the person on the phone had let me go because she could tell 'I was busy'... hah. I threw a couple dollars at Carter and he went inside. As I watched him through the window, I realized how hilarious this was. I was admiring my independent little man standing in line with a bunch of adults, ready to order his own breakfast. The breakfast that he had, just minutes before, CRIED over. Six. What an age.

Well, I can't end without saying something about my husband! He's still working hard and being wonderful. Yesterday I came home from student-teaching, ever-so-glad it was Friday, and he was at the door waiting for me. He carried me (yes, literally. I know, 'gag'..haha) to our bedroom where he had laid out an awesome Vera Wang bag. I loved the bag and was admiring it, checking out how it looked on my shoulder- not even thinking there was more. Then Sean said, "Yah, but I didn't get the perfume that goes with it..." And was looking at me like 'Are you really that slow? Look IN the bag!' So I did, and low and behold- my perfume, Princess by Vera Wang. I had run out of this, my favorite perfume, months ago but didn't want to buy more because it was too expensive, as is all perfume, really. Then he took me out to dinner and let me drink one too many margaritas. As if things couldn't get any better, this morning I was woken up by the obnoxious dogs next door and decided to stumble out of bed to blog as I had promised Carolyn, haha. I went straight to the coffee pot to brew a hot cup of joe, and saw THIS!

The letter was written in his most beautiful cursive and, no surprise, made me cry. My husband just loves me and is proud of me and wants me to do whatever I want to do. I am so incredibly blessed.

One more thing to be happy about.... One of my few, greatest, most supportive friends I've ever had is PREGNANT! Congratulations to Sarah and Mike! I am so excited to be with Sarah through this journey as she was one of the only people that stood by me through mine. I love her so much and know she is going to be a fabulous mommy, and such a cute pregnant woman!