I don’t know when exactly I stopped using it. I used to be on all the time. People would suggest Facebook to me and my response was always basically the same. “Facebook is stupid. Myspace is way better.”
Yesterday, I decided to go on there and look for baby pictures of my oldest. (Didn’t find any.) Holy cow! It is SO different. I guess it is more geared towards music. It took me forever to find my pictures. All my folders say the pictures were “migrated from classic Myspace”. Not to mention the folder for my pictures is labeled “mixes”. I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who still love Myspace, but I am definitely not one of them. I think it is time for me to get all my pictures off my profile and delete it. Hmm…. I may need to ponder that a bit.
Here are a few of the pictures on my Myspace.
This is Mackenzie’s silly face. She is a year old here.
Hailey looking between her legs at me. She is also about a year old.
Almost 2 year old Theodore loving on his new baby sister, Charlotte. 🙂
Mackenzie liked to hook Dora’s feet on the underside of the top bunk. Then I would walk past their room and see this.
The pictures are the only reason I have kept my Myspace account. I don’t have those pictures anymore and really don’t want to lose them. So I guess I am about to start the LONG process of saving all of them. Sigh.
I got married when I was 17. We were in love and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. Though as most people know, life doesn’t always work out the way you planned. A month and a half after the wedding, we found out I was pregnant. I can’t even begin to explain all the emotions flowing through me. Joy, excitement, fear, etc. I was going to be a Mommy. I couldn’t believe it. I made it all the way through my pregnancy with no complications. A week after my due date, I was induced. Long story short, I ended up with a c-section and the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen, we named her Mackenzie.
(I couldn’t find a baby picture, this is between 6-8 months old.)
When my oldest was 3 months, my hubby left for basic training. (Air Force.) 3 months after that we moved across the country to his first station. A few months down the road, my husband and I discussed it and we wanted to try for another baby. While I was back home visiting my parents, I started having chest pain. My mom took me to the ER only to find out I had gallstones and I was pregnant. 8 months later we welcomed our second child into the world (also c-section). A beautiful baby girl. My Hailey.
After the birth of our second daughter, things started changing. I don’t want to get into it, but our marriage started falling apart. So a few months before my husbands first deployment we called it quits and he brought me and our 2 girls back home to my parents. About a month after being there, I found out I was almost 11 weeks pregnant with our 3rd child. We decided to try and work things out, but long distance is hard. We never actually got back together. Then along came my handsome little man. Theodore.
We tried once again to work things out. Once again the long distance was our downfall. Things weren’t the same anymore, so we decided to start the process of divorce. (Long process and even longer story.)
I eventually started dating again. I was seeing a guy I went to High School with. I wasn’t ready for more children yet, but God had other plans. About 10-11 months after we started dating I gave birth to beautiful little Charlotte (aka, Sassy butt). The relationship with her father didn’t work out. We split when I was about 4 months pregnant.
After I had Charlotte, I was still at the hospital and received a message on Facebook. A friend saw I had just had my baby and was all alone. His wife had recently left him and took his 3 girls with her. He thought we both could use a friend and invited me to hang out. Neither of us were looking for a relationship. I went to his house and took Charlotte with me. After that night, we were practically inseparable. When I moved to Washington, he gave up his apartment and half his belongings so he could go with me. Almost 15 months after Charlotte was born, I had my last baby. An adorable little guy, named Robert.
A few months after Robert was born my divorce was finalized. We moved back to our hometown shortly after and got married. My father married us and it was one of the best days of my life.
(Afterthought, he does get to see his daughters now. They stay with us almost every weekend.)
Normally, I wake up at 6:30 to get kids up and out the door for the bus. Kids are dilly-dallying. “Where’s my shoe?” Or “Mama, can I wear your socks?” It’s usually chaos. AND to top it off, my youngest likes to get up with the older kids. Well, today I planned to get them up earlier than normal so I could shower them. Robert (my youngest) decided he wanted to get up even earlier than that. Before 5:30, to be exact. So I have been up for over 2 hours now. Kids got washed, dressed, hair brushed, fed and off to school. (I want to say they got teeth brushed too, but as I am not perfect, we forgot,) The younger 2 are on their second round of Frozen and I am finally drinking some coffee. We are out of creamer, but I used some of Charlotte’s (Sassy butt) lactose free milk. 😉 Not to mention it is in the most adorable mug that my mother in law got me.
Little girls have attitude. No one told me this before I had children. Not like that would make me change my mind about having them. But here I am, mother of 5, stepmother of 3 and there are 6 girls. That is a lot of attitude for one household. This morning I told my youngest that I thought she was a goof and her response was epic. She says to me, “I am not a goof! I am a baby and a princess! Just 2 things!” To top it of she said this with one hand on her hip and the other hand shaking a finger at me. Wow. I guess I was wrong. She isn’t a goof. She is a sassy butt.