Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's the end of the world as we know it...

Tomorrow school starts.

Tomorrow I start my final year of college.

Tomorrow my poor, poor husband gets thrown into the most hectic and insane semester he's ever had to face. He's taking 17 beastly credits of science and spanish. I on the other hand am taking 12 measly little baby dance credits. I have only about 20 credits left of my major, and I'm forced to slow it down. And, as pathetic as it is, I'm a little bit terrified.

I'm scared to watch my husband go through 4 months of solid panic, while I helplessly stand by not knowing how to help him. I can handle if I'm the one going slightly crazy, or up at 2 am finishing up homework, but to see the love of my life go through that...well, I'm a wimp when it comes to that, and I'm nervous for him.

He's been such a trooper with my crazy insane school schedules. He's gone to school with me every morning at 6:30 so I could be to team. He's worked so hard so I could focus more on school rather than holding down job (other than teaching a few times a week) AND taking a ton of school. He's glued pieces of presentations together. He's edited my papers. Heck, he's TYPED my papers. I wouldn't have been able to do it with out him. And now here I am getting spit back out the other end, and we've flipped situations in a blink of an eye, and well, I don't handle change very well. But, now it's my turn to be the helper. I'm gonna have to keep myself busy SOMEHOW.

Don't get me wrong, school has been a great opportunity for me. I have learned a lot of little tid bits, but if anything, I know I've learned that I can accomplish something big. I can stick it out, and do well at it. And I know that no matter what, time keeps on ticking, and I've always come out the other side and I've survived, and I know more, and I'm a stronger person because of it. I've had to handle a lot of strange situations and deal with some real weirdos, and I've learned from that too. I can do it!! I've also began to appreciate the process of learning. I enjoy learning new things. After school is over, I know I'm not going to roll over and die. I can still go and take classes in the community, at my church, and I can always keep learning new skills from my family and friends. I'm blessed with such a wonderful husband that will let me try new things, and loves to see my joy in sharing my new knowledge with him.

I'm close to being done. So close I can taste it. This summer was wonderful, and now I'm starting to look forward to the next. I was talking to Logan last night that I want to keep doing things for "me" time, even after school is over and we're making our babies and stuff. I'm compiling a list of things I really want to do...feel free to toss out any ideas for me.
Things I want to do after graduation:
  • I would love to get into Zumba and/or Yoga. And maybe Spinning, but I may be too wimpy for that. I want to stay moving and healthy. I've been so used to just dancing my way through life and not having to worry about scheduling in exercise, but I've been wanting to try Zumba and Yoga more seriously for a while, so I think after graduation would be a prime time to get into that little doodah.
  • I want to learn how to be a better cook. I am finding that I really enjoy cooking, and I want to become a seriously good little chef. I want people to want to come over so I can feed them! I love cooking for others, and I'm excited to learn more about this so I can be stellar in the kitchen.
  • I want to learn a little more about crafting/scrapbooking/perhaps sewing. You know, "typical" housewife stuff. I want to be able to make our home a beautiful one...when we actually have one that's bigger than 500 Square feet.
  • I want to read books other than text books! I haven't been able to do this for ages! Autumn's always talking about the cool books she's just read, and I am always so jealous. After graduation I can say "Cool! Can I read it next?" Instead of wishing I had more time to even wash my hair, let alone read leisurely.
  • Any more ideas? Please, help a woman out.
So, wish us luck. Two more semesters for me, a few more than that for Logan, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and as much as I'm dreading going back tomorrow, I know we need to start so we can finish. So, here goes nothing.

This is Team Spence entering Fall 2010 semester, over and out.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Dear Bailey...

Dear Bailey Jo,

You sweet baby girl, anyone around you can't help but want to gobble you up because you are seriously so cute. From the second you were born, you were so gorgeous. I couldn't imagine you ever getting any cuter, but woah baby, I swear you are more and more cute every time I see you.

I don't think I've ever been so excited for anyone getting pregnant than when your mom announced she was pregnant with you. They had been waiting so long for you, but I think they'd say you were worth the wait. They love you so much. I hope to be like your mom and have that incredible capacity to love and adore my children like your mom loves and adores you and your brother.

You are such a happy baby. I can't help but giggle with you when you are playing with me. You have the most precious little dimples when you smile. Promise me you'll keep them. I love how drooly you are. I know this sounds strange, but it's quite endearing when you lean over and give me the most slobbery "kiss" followed by that little grin of yours. I love it when you slobber on Logan. I love watching Logan with you. He's going to be such a wonderful dad, and I love watching him practice his daddy skills on you and Brax. He really adores you. You have him wrapped so tightly around your little finger, I can't even imagine what he'll be like when the little girl he is holding is his own.

I love that you are starting to scoot around, and roll over, and that you let me give you raspberries on your tummy, and that you let me kiss you a million times an hour without any protests. I love when you do your serious face and your chubby cheeks hang down. I love when you do your little raptor squeals. I love when your face lights up when anybody gives you any sort of loving attention. I love that you just love your brother so much. Sometimes he's a little rough with you, but you don't seem to mind, you just eat him back up. He loves you so much, and I think you can feel that. You two probably made some sort of pact in heaven to make sure you got into the same family, because from the very beginning you were so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see you.

I love when I get to feed you your bottle. It's like I get you all to myself for a short amount of time. You just stare up at me, and I stare back at you, and I just can't get enough of your snuggles. I hope you stay as sweet as you are now forever and ever. Thank you for choosing to come to our family, we all love you to bits and pieces. I love that you are my niece and that I get to spoil you and keep you forever and ever. Thank you for being the sweetest little baby girl.

I love you Baileybug,

Aunt Camille

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Dear William...

Dear Baby Will Will,

You little bundle of chubbers, slobbers, and smiles. I remember going to the hospital to see you when you were born. Kyson was the first baby nephew I had met, and I was so scared I wouldn't be able to love you as much as all the others. But how silly of me, because the second I laid eyes on you, with your chubby cheeks and your thick dark hair, I felt my heart get a little bit bigger, and I loved you right from that second. You were the first baby that really showed me that I couldn't run out of love. I couldn't believe how perfect you looked. You and Kyson looked so different, and yet you both came out so beautifully perfect. As weird as it sounds, it was comforting that I could love you both so much, no matter how different you were, because I'm sure my kids will all be different, and I will be able to love them so much too. I am so grateful that you, as small as you are, could teach me that valuable life lesson.

You are such an incredibly sweet and happy baby. Your mommy calls you a little dolly, and she is spot on with that nick name. I've always described you to other people as a real life Cabbage Patch Kid. You have always been so good when other people hold you, and you love to snuggle. I have been fascinated with watching you grow teeth. Maybe because you are always smiling so I can always see them, but I just love looking at your tiny mouth and seeing your cute little pearly whites coming in one by one.

You have the bluest eyes I have ever seen on a kid. They are so bright and are always aware, looking around checking things out. You always look like you're smiling with those little blue eyes of yours. You also have the cutest chubby cheeks too. They're so squeezable and pinchable, and everyone does just that, and you don't seem to mind too much...you seem to enjoy the attention.

You are so patient with your older siblings. You're constantly being hauled around and having them in your face, and you just love it. You are also so enthusiastic. If you see something you want (like ice cream, your favorite), you will squeal so we all know it. You are so exploratory, always on the go, trying to find something new. You are so fun to watch, you're so often getting excited about things, and that little smile of yours is so contagious.

Thank you for being such an amazingly adorable, squishy, sweet, and funny nephew. I love you so much!! Just thinking of you now makes me miss you and want to give you a squeeze and kiss your cheeks off. I love you, Will Will. I love you, I love you, I love you.


Aunt Camille

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Dear Kyson...

Dear Kyson,

To my bestest birthday present I have ever gotten, I love you my Kyson Mckay. I was so excited when I found out your mom was pregnant with you, and that she was due the day after my birthday. I remember sitting on the couch in Grandma Deana's house in between conference sessions telling her she should have you one day early, so we would share birthdays. I was so excited when it actually happened. I remember the day so vividly. I kept texting Logan about every half hour seeing if you were born yet. I was so antsy to see you for the first time! After dinner with my family, we came to the hospital to visit you. I remember seeing you for the first time and just thinking you were the most perfect baby I had ever seen in my whole life. You were so tiny and pink, and your face was so handsome. You were the first nephew that was born after I came into the Spence Family. I was so excited that I would always be in your life, and that we were going to be able to share birthdays forever.

You are such a sweet little boy. You just love your mom, but you're starting to open up more and you are learning to like playing with Logan and me. When Logan and I were playing with you at that playground by your house, you were so darn adorable on the slide. The first time you came down you flipped around and came out head first. I was worried you would be scared by this, but when I pulled you out you said "adin!" so I passed you back up to your Uncle Logan. You went down again and again, and by the end you were holding yourself up on the slide, pushing yourself down to get started, and you even mimicked my "Weee!!" I said every time you came down. You showed me how fast you can learn, and it was so amazing to watch.

You have the cutest smile ever ever ever. I love your big teeth, and the way you scrunch up your nose. Usually your smile accompanies a little squeal of glee. I love spoiling you and bribing you to come to me with candy and other treats. You are so cute toddling over to me with that fat teeth, scrunch nose, squealy smile to get a bite of some sort of goody, I just can't help but spoil you again and again.

You are starting to roar like your big brother. You are such a little copy cat, and watch his every move. You also like to tease him, and even though it makes Gavin a little annoyed, I can't help but laugh at you two.

I love your crazy hair. I love your blue eyes. I love your little legs. I love your big teeth. I love your little squeals. I love your pudgy tummy. I love your slobbery kisses. Really, I just love you, a whole bunch.

Thank you for being the cutest, best birthday buddy. I love you Ky-Ky.

Aunt Camille