I am

I am...

-not breastfeeding in this pic although the way E is holding my dress it looks like I am. I do however, breastfeed and plan to until E is 1. Give or take a few months before. Gianna weaned herself at 9.5 months we will see if E does the same

I am an army wife

-SAHM who does not miss working. There I said it. I have no desire to go back to work for quite some time. I love being able to stay home with the kids, although there are days they drive me crazy

-addicted to coffee. Well creamer, my coffee mug is more than halfway filled with creamer and than a little splash of coffee. I can't stand the taste of black coffee

-an avid reader. These days my stack of books consist of mostly parenting books. I'm a sucker for them

-afraid of thunderstorms. And tornado's. The worst part of living in Fl is the lack of basements.

-a beach bum. I can spend every day at the beach. Especially given a good book and a fruity drink. Although these days my beach day consists of shovels, sand pails and babies

-anxious. I have horrible anxiety and am just know doing something about it. I worry about everything and always jump to the worst case scenario. I hope my kids don't inherit this trait

-addicted to reality tv. Bachelor, Real housewives and teen mom are some of my favorites

-addicted to Pinterest and social media. Can't get enough.

-a wanna-be photographer. I just need to learn how to use my Nikon!

-a blogger because I wanted to find a way to document my life as a newlywed. Now this hobby has turned into so much more. I have met some amazing people through my blogging journey and love that I have an online journal for my kids to read one day

-honest. Sometimes too much so

-a talker. I love talking and can talk someone's head off. One of my new years resolutions is to talk less and listen more

-a planner. I like to have my days all mapped out with activities. I keep 5 planners and write in them all. I am learning to just have pj days at home where all that matters is snuggling with my kiddos

-a total mom. Watching the grammy's the other night I realized the sad fact that while I can sing and dance the hot dog dance on Mickey Mouse clubhouse I barely knew who any of the bands or singers were at the grammy's. Oh well. One day I will be cool again. Until then hot dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog