Love em' but leave em'

Me and Arden @ 2years.

So as I had mentioned in my last post I would be commenting on all the things that I described as "me."

I'm an Aunt. I think I am a pretty good Aunt too. I do all the spoiling I can and I wish I could buy them everything little I see. My two Niece's Arden and Dellah are daily reminders of why I am here. I mean... how can this face not pick up your spirits!

Dellah Adrienne Anterline- 3 Mo.

I don't have one favorite part of being an aunt, but I must say I love the "Giggle-fests" I have with Arden. Ever since she was about one she would get that belly laugh going on it just puts me into such a euphoric high. Although she is only three she has the sass and character of a pre-teen. We enjoy booty shaking and making names up for each other like, Patty Mayonaise and Judith Poopypants.

Children are powerful little beings. They have so much power over us without even knowing it. I attribute my success of beating my ed to having a little niece at home that I knew was looking up to me. I couldn't let her down. I had to change for her. And I did, and I am here today because of it.

Young minds don't judge, they accept everyone, and love them all the same, regardless of age, size, color. This is inspiring to me. Often times I remind myself to put my mind into that delicate state when all is equal and thoughts are innocent.

I must admit though, as much as I love my niece's to piece's I am not ready to have my own. (This will trigger a threatening phone call from my sister who is actively pressing for me to have children, sorry Cor). But the truth is after a couple hours I feel like I have been hit by a bus. They are so much work and energy and have become my best form of birth control. So I lov'em more that anything else in the world but when its time- they go home.

To all parents, god bless you. To all Aunts and Uncles, never take your niece's and nephews to Chuckie Cheese, regardless of what anyone tells you.

Peace.Love.Niece's.

First Time

Today has been one of those days where I can't seem to get the focus where I want it.
I decided Iwould interupt my day by starting a Blog. So here it is. Let me tell you a little about myself and why you might want to hear what I have to say.

I'm 25. Redhead. Engaged. Workerbee. Bookworm. Fiesty. Sister. Creative. Young at Heart. Runner. Love-Fall. Friend. Ice Cream-aholic. Low self-esteem. Granola Girl. Daughter. Thoughtful. Dedicated. Lover&Fighter. Emotional. Aunt.

So now you have mylife in a word jumble.

I named by blog p.p.k#2. Which stand for "Poo-Poo-Kitty Number Two"
Yes that is correct. This is a nicname that goes bacck to my childhood and is quite symbolic of how I feel in life right now. "Poo Poo"- crappy & stinky, "Kitty"- Never been a fan of cats, and "Number Two"- always trying to be number one, but never quite making it, at least in my mind.

Through my posts I am going to tear apart these indiviudal words that I described as "Me" so you can get a better idea of the life of Mallory Zabel, ppk#2.