When Your Baby Girl Turns 11…Let Her Shine!

This little girl of mine, I’m gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it’s a big deal. I’m just trying to figure out where the time went. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

There’s no real reason for writing this post, I guess. Maybe it’s just for me. Maybe it’s for my Bug some day. I don’t know, but I’m drawn to write it. Bump SEO, bump pageviews, forget about who even reads it at all. This is about my youngest baby girl and I. You see, it’s a bumpy road with her and I. It always has been. I wanted her more than life itself when I conceived her, yet as the years go by, I’ve wondered what in the HECK I was thinking when I made the conscious decision to have another child when I did. All in all, I wouldn’t change a thing, in fact. Today, this baby girl turns 11 years old and I’m just happy (more times than not) to just let her shine and call her mine.

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

See, my baby girl hit the streets running, figuratively (OK it would have been literally if she could have run then, but let’s go with figuratively here) on September 14, 2006. She was the youngest of five children and the apple of all of our eyes (except baby girl number three, she was not entirely sold). She was THE princess from day one and I worshipped her. Literally. She was perfect in every way. Still is in her own right!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

Once this “baby” found her way into the world…watch out. She owned it; and us. Sassy, frustrating, the very bane of my existence at times, the biggest talker you’ve ever met, and just so much of a handful at times, I wonder how I make it from day to day. But I see her beauty (even on her bad days) on the outside, but more importantly from within. She might be a hot mess at times, but she’ll do big things some day…mark my words!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

Kylee can be difficult, dramatic, and sassy at times. So difficult. So dramatic. SO SASSY. Sometimes (oh who am I kidding, a lot of the time) she makes me want to pull my hair out. Heck, I think she pulls my hair out when I sleep!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

She’s silly and adventurous!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

And she’s (almost) always fun. Almost. But above all else…she’s 11 today and that’s all that matters to her. Did you know that officially, without question, she can go up to all of the chain restaurant buffets by herself…without me…to get her own food now? The signs all say so and she was quick to remind me this morning. I see a lot of buffets in our future (and a lot of Airborne in mine so I can handle the buffets since I still have to walk Bubby up there!).

All in all…Bug might drive me insane. I might spend a whole lot of time in the school office for her. She may be my biggest challenge in life…for real. The very bane of my existence? Perhaps. But that smile. The sheer joy and love she feels and exudes when she’s feeling her best? It’s amazingly infectious and I love it!

This little girl of mine, I'm gonna let her shine. Let her shine, let her shine, let her shine. Bug turns 11 today and it's a big deal. I'm just trying to figure out where to go from here. What do you do when your baby girl turns 11?

You see, when Bug smiles…when she really, really smiles and means it…to say she lights up a room is a gross understatement. It’s a complete and total illumination. An amazing aura like nothing you’ve experienced. It’s nothing short of magical! My unicorn (the one with the black horn most days) turns 11 today. I love her. I’m proud of her. She drives me crazy, but I just can’t wait to watch her change the world!

If you see this nugget today, wish her a happy 11th birthday. She’s pretty impressive with her drive-her-mom-crazy, talks-too-much, lives-on-the-edge, she’ll-do-amazing-things self. She deserves a happy birthday! Although she drives me nuts, I’ve resigned to let her shine…this little Bug of mine.

Happy birthday, baby girl! I love you more than the sky is blue. This life? It’s tough, but you’ve got this. You’ll rule it in fact! All my love forever and always (yes, even when we fight), Mommy!

Yes, I know it’s UGLY, but I’m Under Construction!

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I guess I need to address this hot mess that was once Insanity is NOT an Option. Right now, it kind of is an option. I might be ready for one of those cute white jackets that’s designed to make you hug yourself before this is all over. For real. I need a hug.

You see, I’m switching from Blogger to WordPress. For those of you that don’t understand that, it’s OK. I’m just here to tell you that I realize this place is a MESS (and I’m totally not a fan of messes). For those of you that do understand, HOLD ME!

It took awhile to move me and I actually vanished for some time. There was a code missing. It was a pretty important code too. But with the help of some friends, we got through that (and I wasn’t hospitalized). But now, I’ve got THIS. This black, not very sparkly, complete ugly mess.

It’ll be fixed soon and I’ll be sparkling again in no time. This is temporary (keep telling yourself that Christy) and my designer has my back. She just spent more time porting than anticipated so she had to put me on the back burner for a bit with the design work. It’s a process. I need to be patient, but I’m not.

So yea, hold me, please and thank you and be sure to stop back by. I’m just under construction. I haven’t lost my mind…YET!

3 Years What? Happy Blogiversary to Me!

That’s right y’all. I’ve hung on to this little piece of .com real estate for 3 years now. I missed it by a day (or 2) but I’m 3 years old now. Don’t split hairs and point out the obvious. I’m talking about this blog, not about me. 


It’s an amazing thing. They (whoever “they” are) say that the majority of blogs don’t withstand the first year. I’ve made it to THREE. Happy (we all knew I was stubborn) blogiversary to ME. My first post didn’t contain a single photo. It didn’t seem important back then. I just wanted to talk, to myself, even if I was the only one that listened. But other people joined along (again, I’d like to thank all 10 of you) and I grew. I learned that photos were important. I learned that sharing healthy recipes meant people that I had no clue existed would pop in from time to time. I grew. 

I’m not huge (neither in stature nor page views) but I’ve grown. I like how I’ve organically grown and I love all of the other opportunities that this little dot on the internet map has afforded me. And I truly love the real life connections I’ve made since joining the blogging community. I’ve gotten really frustrated along the way and thought about throwing in the towel way more than once. This, along with my other gigs, is a lot of work. But I love what I do and I’m happy to be 3! 

I’ve decided, I’m in this for the long haul. I’m sure I’ll still get frustrated from time to time. I’m sure I’ll be hit with the sudden urge to throw this laptop off of the balcony at least once a week. And I’m sure I’ll sit here and scratch my head wondering why, oh-why, would anyone want to read anything I have to write on a daily basis. But that’s OK. Because, as with anything that you truly love, there are always frustrations in life. If you see more good than bad. If the scale is tipped in your favor. You just don’t give up, and I don’t plan on it any time soon. 

I’m proud of this little dot. I’m proud of myself and my staying power. This is the most fun and rewarding “job” I’ve ever had in my life. What are you most proud of in your professional career?