8 weeks

I was 8 weeks pregnant yesterday!!  Times going by slowly so far. I know it'll go by faster once I hit the 2nd trimester,and all the sickness goes away. I think I'm still in shock that the third baby is on its way. It doesn't feel real right now. The only sign of pregnancy is of course the all day sickness.

I'm excited and scared all the same. I had great pregnancies with the first two, so I'm hoping this one will follow suit. I get ask all the time what I want. I want a healthy baby, no matter what the sex is. At first I just knew I was having a boy, but my body is different with this one, so I'm thinking now a girl??? I don't know and I don't care. God has planted what He wants us to have. We have picked out names already and they have special meanings to us. They're not set in stone, but I'm pretty sure we're going to stick with them.

God has a plan for everyone and our plan, although a big surprise, was to have another child.

"“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.”"

Jeremiah 1:5 ESV

I think the Big Man upstairs has an awesome sense of humor. I love this baby already.

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Summertime

Ahh the joys of summertime. I love it! We enjoy family and friends.. and then of course there's baseball.

and of course there's plenty of swimming with friends!

when there's not a pool around he finds ways to play in the water

Then the best part of it all? We get to spend it with the ones we love!!

Happy Summer!!

I forgot how it feels

With all the storms and tornadoes that's been happening, Trevor is terrified. He's scared of storms, as he should be.

Tonight at ball practice everyone was talking about the storms that are supposed to come in tonight. He and I made eye contact and I saw the fear and dread in his eyes. He didn't want to be at ball practice he wanted to be at home, his safe place. After the May floods, he hates it when it rains and watching the news doesn't help either. We were on are way home and he was very quiet. I starting talking to him about what was going on and he tells me that he is so scared of the storms. He started to cry. As I sat there listening to him, I thought to myself; this is me at nine years old crying and scared of storms. I forgot how it feels to be so scared you don't know what to do. That was me sitting in that passenger seat crying and asking  how bad the storms were going to be. I remember asking my mom to stay up until the storms passed. That was him asking that of me.

When I was Trevor's age we lived in a house with a basement and when tornadoes warnings came i gathered all of my favorite toys and slept in the basement. My granny used to tell me "When you see me get scared, that's when you get scared." That never happened; she remained calm through the worst storms. She was my rock., she made me feel safe. I want to be Trevor's rock through the rough storms. I want him to look to me and feel safe.

I promised Trevor that I would stay up until the storms passed and keep him safe throughout the night.
I want my boys to know that I am here to protect them and get them through the rough storms.
So tonight I'll be burning the midnight oil while my baby boys are fast asleep right in the middle of Mom and Dad.

Happy Birthday, Trevor Robert!!!

9 years old! Wow I can't believe it. Trevor will officially turn 9 at 5:35 pm this afternoon. I can't believe my baby is getting so big. He's is our calm one,our thoughtful one... our first born. Trevor is the type of kid that wears his feelings on his sleeve and would do anything in this world for his family or friends. I love that about him. He has given us joy this past nine years.

Dear Trevor,
Thank you for making me a mama. I love you more than you'll ever know. I love your smile,your laugh, your everything. I love you to all the stars and back and again.

Love, Your Mama

Happy Birthday Baby

Happy Birthday, Trace Owen!

May 4th 2005 is the day the world became a brighter place. My baby boy was born! I'm a little sad because he'll be six tomorrow and he's my baby.{of course he'll always be my baby}

The day Trace was born we weren't ready. No bags packed, the car seat wasn't in the car... we were not ready. Troy and I went to the doctor for a usual checkup, he checked my BP and straight to the hospital I went. I was going through a lot that you can read about here. So of course we went straight there and later that night at 10:10 pm Trace Owen Blansett was born weighing 7lbs even. The very first thing I noticed about him was his dimples. His dimples have kept him out a lot of trouble these past six years. It has been an adventure for sure. He is our wild child, free spirit, and our funny boy. He always keeps us laughing and on our toes.

Dear Trace,

I love being your mommy. You are the light of my life and you definitely keep me running. I love you more than you know, Lil Guy. Thank you for being you. I love you to the moon and back.

My Papa

My Papa will be be gone six years on May 5th,. I think about him everyday. I cry as I am typing this because my heart hurts so badly, I nuiss him.

Papa was my hero, my father. I remember his laughter, his smile. I have only good memories of him. He had nine grandchildren; eight girls and one boy. He had us all spolied rotten. He made us believe that he had a secret candy factory hidden under his bed. That man loved candy, especially chocolate covered cherries and M&Ms. Someone always got him the collector M&M man every Christmas. He believed that everything old or rare "would be a collectable someday" and he played the lottery faithfully. He worked up until the day his body gave in. He always provided for his family with our needs and most of our wants. Papa paid for my first year of college and was so proud that I decided to go. I wanted to make him proud.

I used to write notes to him every morning asking him to get me up at a certain time for work. I later found every single note from me that he kept. He never said I love you a lot, but I knew without a doubt that man loved me. Trevor thought  Papa hung the moon. He would have to go with Trev just to get a haircut. Trevor wouldn't go without him. I remember Trev sitting in Papa's lap while he got his hair cut and the look on Papa's face was priceless. They loved each other so much, As I look at Trevor today, I see some of my grandfather in him. The way he sits sometimes, his smile and I see my grandfather in Trevor's eyes no matter what anyone says; I see him. I'm really sad that Papa never got to meet Trace. He did name him though. He knew we were having a boy and picked out Trace. Papa died 12 hours after Trace was born. He waited on him to be born before he went. I was the last to speak to him and I let him know that Trace and I were fine and he was healthy. His last words to me were "OK" He didn't have the strenght to talk, but he let me know that he was listening.

I want the world to know what kind of man my Papa was. He was a hardworker, loyal, friend, father, husband, brother,uncle, and most importanly he was my Papa. I miss him each and everyday. He was saved when he died, so I know for a fact that he's in Heaven looking down and watching over all of us. I just want him to know just how much I love him and miss him.

Dear Papa,
 I love you to the moon and back.

Love, Tink Tink

30 has been good to me.

Turning 30 wasn't as bad as I thought. I think it has definitely changed me for sure. I feel more gown up, smarter, wiser, and overall happier. My granny used to tell me that her 30s were the best years of her life. I didn't understand why, but now I do. I look at life differently now. I'm more open to issues that before I was dead set on my way. I have matured over the last year, I try not to let the little things bother me. I have new goals and have accomplished some old ones.

 Not that I used to, but now I don't take my friendships for granted. I love my friends and I love them all for different reasons. I have a few that are very loud and outspoken, {completely opposite of myself} but I love that about them. They make me laugh, and turn red sometimes and they know I would do anything in this world for them. We have a few friends that are married and like the simply life, just like us.

I'll be 31 in a little over a month; if it's better than 30, I can't wait. i don't think getting older is such as bad thing. I think it just adds character to your personality and makes you so thankful for Him and that He has given you all these years.