Mother's are the best thing that ever happened to the World!!!!

Who thinks that mothers are the best thing that ever happened to the world? I know I do. I could not ask for a better mom. No matter how old you get, everyone wants their mom to be mom and baby them every now and again. One of the things that scares me most is the thought of losing her one day. How do you handle losing the greatest person in your life? This weekend I moved to a bigger place in preparation for the baby. She did not hesitate. Early Saturday morning she had driven and hour and a half with two of my cousins to help my fiance and I move every piece that we own. I wasn't able to do much,but she did more than her share of work. My mother worked from sun up to sun down. She is my queen and I could not ask for a better mom. I know most people feel this way about their mothers,but the joy and love that she gives exudes from her so strongly until my heart weakens at the sound of her voice. I love her oh so much and I only hope that I can be half the mom to my kids as she was to me. She has sacrificed so much for me. This degree that I am pursuing means so much to me, because I want to be able to take care of her the way she has always taken care of me.

Not only is she a great mother, she is a christian woman who walks in the way of God. She has never had to tell us to do as she says and not as she does, because she leads a lifestyle that is safe to copy just the way it is. I only know how to be a mother because of what was shown to me. I feel that once you are blessed with the best teacher, you can't go wrong. There is no doubt that my mother was and still is the best teacher available and to me she is the only teacher when it comes to parenting. I Love you mom.

Your Baby girl.

Running out of time with a Name on the line!!!!

For the past month Iwas so sure that my little prince had the perfect name. Now all of a sudden it doesn't sit well with me or his father. We decided on Logan Isaiah,but this is no longer it. Well as if this isn't bad enough, he is on his way and he is still nameless. I can't bear the thought of him arriving and his incubator saying baby Goff for the first few days. We have to come up with something. How could I have waited until the last minute? A name is something that sticks with a person for the rest of there lives and can be the first impression. When an employer reviews your application the first thing that he/she sees before you is you name. I am very conscious of this fact and do not want my little boy to have a name so long and complicated that the employer throws the entire application to the side. Now we have a few other names in mind. I love the name Briceson and we will call hime Brice for short, but I also love the name Karson. I would spell the name with a K in order to have mild similarity between he and Kaelyn's name. At this point we are open for suggestion. Does anyone have any in mind? We must hurry because my biological clock is ticking fast.

My true passion

I know that almost every little girl dreams of being big,but I feel so passionate about this topic.I have always been known as the smart and talented daughter of Brenda and Larry Loyd that sings in church and never missed a day of school in her life until becoming sick in tenth grade. I made my first B my senior year in high school and was destined to be great. Although I was destined to be a doctor, which everyone knew as my passion my heart has cried for something different for years. I have sang in church since I was able to speak clearly and this has always been my passion to be this great singer. I know that singing in church is totally different from singing in front of thousands of people. Church is like and extension of family that is going to support you and love you not matter what. In church I never had to worry about rejection because HELLO people it's Chruch. The day that I was granted the oppurtunity to sing for Ms. America Erica of 2003 I knew that my passion would be put to the test. It was at a Governor's Program on Abstinence convention in Baton Rouge, La. There were thousands present and believe it or not it was much easier to sing in front of these thousands of people that I didn't know as opposed to the twenty that I sang in front of at church that I knew well. This was one of the most memorable days of my life and I still have this passion and hold it dear to my heart. At one point I gave up on this dream because I thought that was all it was " A Dream" and I didn't know how to break into it. Then I realized that a true passion never leaves and even though I plan to be a doctor my heart has a song that keeps lingering. Who knows I may be the next American Idol. I plan to try out next season. Lets keep our fingers crossed.

One of my new fears

One of my new fears is going into labor on the interstate. I travel alot and lately I have been experiencing what is known as Braxton Hicks contractions. These are not the real deal, but how will I know the difference? I do have a little girl,but labor was induced,so the going into labor thing I know nothing about. I thought that I had a set name for my little boy,but my fiance is have mixed feelings about the name at the last minute. Another huge fear is that my little prince will not have a name immediately upon his arrival.

The interstate labor fear is by far the biggest. I am supposed to be going out of town this weekend for a graduation,but now I am dragging my fiance along because of this fear. My mother has a joke that she has stuck to lately. She says that we won't have to decide on a name because it will most likely be I-49. Lets just hope that this joke remains a joke.

By noticing my new fears I realized that fears can come at anytime and do not have to be related to some longterm event, in fact they can come instantaneously.

What is it about grandmas house?

Well I have to ask myself "What is it about Grandmas house?" all the time. I travel along with my little girl to my mother's house just about every weekend. Although the drive can be tiring I believe that it is important for her to have a secure and close bond with my parents. Of course she gets away with things that I could not have even attempted to get away with and at just nineteen months she knows the difference in her environments. When we are at home she is very well behaved and I believe even more so than most children her age. When she enters the doors of grandma's house the littly tyrant in her arrives.

It is almost like she has been a prisoner on the lose and free for the first time. She runs wild,climbing on top of things, screaming and having what seems to be the time of her life. My mother of course ask,"What have you been doing to her up there holding her hostage?" Although it is funny in the back of my mind I wonder have I had to much of a hold on her at home where she is unable to be herself. So of course I losen the reigns a bit and she still acts as this will behaved little angel.

That is when I realize it must be something about grandma's house that brings out the fun in every child.