Her name is Briley Jane...

It's been a while, I know. I want to share with the world our new little girl Briley Jane. Troy and I welcomed her into this world on Wednesday Feburary 1, 2012 at 3:36 pm weighing 7lbs 6oz and 20 1/2 inches long. She is beautiful. She has dark brown hair and blue eyes. She has her daddy's eyes and her momma's nose. God made her perfectly, He made her just for us.

When we found out we were pregnant, there were a lot of emotions. To be honest, we were finished having kids after Trace. Then God had other plans for us and now that she's here I know now why.

If you know me and you know my history, you know about my relationship with my mother. It's a story that no child should ever have to explain. Growing up I had a good childhood because of my dad and my dad's parents. My mother wasn't a mother. My grandparents gave me a good life. But a girl should have her mother to raise her, to teach her how to be a strong woman, a mother, and a wife. She didn't. I believe that not all women were made to be mothers. My insecurities with my mom has caused a lot of heartache and pain. I've almost lost a couple of amazing friends because of my issues with trust and people wanting to be close to me. Thank God, they love me and wanted to stay in my life. I know that God has put them in my life.

 We found out on October 11th that we were having a little girl. I was scared to death. How was I going to raise a little girl? To be honest I was afraid that I wasn't going to be a good mother to a girl, just because of my history with my mom. What if i didn't connect with her? I was worried, then I layed eyes on her and my whole world changed.

I love my little girl, she and her brothers are my world. I love them with my whole heart. I want to be a role model to her and raise her to be a strong woman, mother, and wife... someday in the far far far future. I will be a good mother to her. All my fears are gone now and I love that little girl more than life itself. So now I want to thank my mother. Thank her for showing me how not to be, thank her for making me want to love my children like there's no tomorrow.

God gave me a gift, a gift to prove to myself that I can be different, that I can be a good mother to a little girl. That I'm not like her. He gave me a gift to fill the emptiness of a mother/daughter relationship. He gave me Briley Jane.

I'm baaack!

Ok it's been a while since I've updated this blog. I am trying to do better.

Our lives have been so busy. We are having a baby girl!!! I'm 21 weeks. Time has surely flown by. The boys are excited and so are Mom and Dad. Now we have to chose her name. Wow, it's so weird saying "her". We know that she is already stubborn. Two ultrasounds and she didn't want to cooperate in either one. I don't know if she gets that from me or her daddy. Who knows? A little of both maybe.

Trace's football season has been going well. He's really liking it. Trev just finished up his first season of kid-pitch and it went very well. We're just really sad he never got a chance to pitch. It's OK though. I know he will get his chance.

Halloween is right around the corner, one of our favorite times of the year!!  We haven't picked out costumes yet, but maybe soon.


I"ll post some pictures later of Trace's football games. 
I hope everyone has a blessed day and I promise to do better with this blogging thing.

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.