Whittaker Woman

HOT or NOT

This is the look Carlos wants to go after. The polls are open. Whats your opinion is it Hot or Not.

Home

I know you are all wondering how my drive was, well... Let me begin by telling you the beginning of the day. We woke up early up at my parents ranch. The girls got dressed and went out to feed the horses with their aunt Re Re.  I did my errands for the day. We had lunch with Jacinda at Dog House. On a side note If you ever are in Frenso, Dog House is the one and only place you need to eat. Their Tri-Tip Sandwiches with extra BBQ Sauce is the best Sandwich you will EVER have. I will drive to Fresno for this meal. Anyways that began our day with Wonderful start. Spent time with family, got done what i needed to get done, had my favorite meal with my favorite girl, it was great.  Then we started the drive. Not but 20 minutes into the trip i was talking to Carlos when he ended up getting mad at Sohaila through the phone because she was crying so loud. He hung up because he was pissed off at her. So  I chose to yell at her and give her the old "i'll pull over right now and spank your bottom if you don't stop crying" threat. Which is kinda funny because we don't spank but she sure thought we did at that moment. Then it hit me that all I have been doing is negative discipline  so i decided to try to divert her crying and take her mind off of it. I dug up a toy and tried to make it look like it was the best thing in the world and she bought it. The tears dried and believe it or not we were pretty much tear free the rest of the drive. We ended up stopping at Grandma Sherry's and Papa Dons house (my step-mom and her husband). We had a great dinner and it let the girls see their grandparents and get out some energy. Needless to say we made it and it wasn't to painful. My man just got home so got to go.

Fresno FresYES

The girls and I drove to Fresno today. Or should I say I drove to Fresno the girls Cried to Fresno. We started the trip with Good ol Chick Fil A, which means our first half an hour was peaceful. The next hour was heaven. Two sleeping babies what a golden moment. Followed by a glimps of hell. From Bakersfield to Fresno... Screaming. woke up and then woke up Sohaila, and the terror began. Sohaila cried because her back was Icy (if anyone knows what she means please let me know.) she cried because the sun was going down and i needed to tell God to bring it back up. She cried because wanted me. She cried because Her tummy hurt. She cried because she wanted to go home to see daddy because he makes her tummy better. ( what she means by that is he feeds her candy and lets her watch TV) she cried because she couldnt stop, She cried for 2 1/2 hours!!! What is my favorite part of this story is what i did. As both of my girls cried and cried. i was able to turn thier volume off and talk on the phone with Jacinda for the entire time. I am so greatful for the volume control that God has blessed me with. I can tune the crying out and be able to have a wonderul conversation with my best friend. It was Great! I drive home tomorrow. Pray for my drive.

Twins, bottles, elephants, strollers, lions, puke, diapers, PPJ's, friends, gorillas, hills, puke, diapers, giraffes, crying, pictures, Puke, diapers, people watching, smells, rhinos, Puke all at the San Diego's Wild Animal Park. Come take a look at our day.

Mexican or Italian

We all like to eat. Some more than others but its safe to say we all like food. Let me know what you would choose to eat the rest of your life Mexican or Italian?

Musicians

The Whittaker's are on the road to be the next Partridge Family. Our girls have discovered a new wind instrument. Pipes. Well, not the organ pipes that your thinking of, were talking actual pipes. They walked around this evening blowing and making music with their new instrument. Following the footsteps of their father.

She gets it.

Now what I'm about to say will either shock you or you do it yourself. You will either think i would never do that, or We are not the only ones. You see in the mornings when the girls wake up before we are able to function we turn the Boob Tube on for them and let them watch Cartoons. I know you would never do that. I know. Anyways this happened this morning. Carlos actually turned it on and slept on the couch while Sohaila was sucked into TV land. Just a routine morning.
Later on this afternoon Carlos came home to pick something up, it was just a quick visit after he walked out the door Sohaila asked me "Wheres daddy?" my response was "he left". i didn't think much of it. Until she suddenly piped up and began to express her concern over and over, saying "he cant leave you wont be married". "If daddy leaves you wont be married". First of all I have never heard her use the word married and second WHAT THE HECK WAS SHE TALKING ABOUT? I called carlos and told him what she just said wondering if he knew where she had got it from. He informed me that he thinks it was because of the cartoon Little Bill. He said he vaguely remembers something about that on the cartoon this morning. i dont know whether she got it from the cartoon or not Marriage is a large concept that she just summed up. If daddy leaves we wont be married. True.

AHHHH! This is too much.

So if you were ever to ask me what I’ve been up to, majority of the time my answer will be “Everything”. Our life never slows down; it just keeps going and going. We are just busy people. I love my life, it is full, full of love, adventure and the unknown. However right now I can only sum it up in one word, STRESS. To put it simply I don’t know the delicate balance to live a full life with out it running over. There have only been 24 days so far this year and I am done. Emotionally, physically done. Tired, drained done. Somewhere in the mix of it all I decide that having a 2 and 3 year old, 2 part time jobs, a house to maintain, a man to romance, friends and family to love, and a house to sell I decided that I should take on another project. Bloging. What is the big deal I thought. A quick journal here and there. I can do that. Oh no. See here is my problem. I cant just do something. In my head I have an idea of what something should be and if its not like that then I am not ok. Whether it’s a relationships, a clean house or this blog it just has to be right. This is why my life is so busy. So here it is 3 minutes to noon and I am still in my PJ’s, the kids only got breakfast because Carlos poured them a bowl of cereal before he left to work and I have spent the past three hours working on this blog. Do I have dishes to do, toilet paper to buy, bills to pay. Oh yes I do. But I just can’t stop. Help.

The little things we take for granted.

I will be the first to admit that I am a brat. I struggle with envy and jealousy but I have been hit with the reality of how wonderful I have it. First I am able to stay at home with my babies. That in and of itself is my life long dream and it is everything I could imagine. Second we are lucky enough to live 30 minutes from what is known as the happiest place on earth. If living close isn’t enough we have passes so we can go to Disneyland whenever we want. Third my mans job is flexible and so this Thursday at 3pm he decided to leave work early and before we knew it we were at Disneyland for a great evening. I look over the little things and seem to take everything for granted. Lets just look at this evening… I get to stay home but many moms miss out on the little moments that I get to be apart of everyday. Many people save and wait years to take their kids to Disneyland but we go a couple times a month. Many husbands have to work 9-5 and they hate their jobs and are imprisoned by them but my man does what he loves. Thank you Jesus for it all. Forgive me for not stopping and looking at the little things that we are blessed with.

Little thief

Why is it this way? Why is it that when I am broke there are a millions cute clothes in the store, but as soon as I have money there gone. It almost happens in an instant. Like a little elf thief comes and takes the clothes away as soon as the news is out that Heather was paid. Why is it this way? I am feeling the same robbed feeling today, but it doesn’t have to do with clothes. It’s my mind that the little elf thief has robbed. Somehow he has entered my head and taken out all of my creative juices. Before I had a blog I would think of post that I would write and what I would say. I would journal and think what a good post that would be. I would think of the interactive posts that I would bring up. But this morning…NOTHING, BLANK, ROBBED. So today I ask you to pray with me against the little elf thief in hopes of a resurrected blog.

Learning

So tonight Carlos is giving my first lesson on blogging.  I think I will be able to pull this off.  I promise to post at least every other day.   H

VICTORY

He will claim this as VICTORY! He has conformed me to the ways of the world. If he can convince me he can convince anyone. VICTORY! Well in part he is victorious, however today i start this thing called a blog for one reason... its for my man. He has been begging and I don't mean that lightly. He has been begging me to do this and here i am. For Christmas this year i have decided to meet all of his dreams. I am starting this blog, i cut off all my hair and I gave him a gift every husband would dream of. So enjoy this new adventure of my life, my blog.