Thank you work out bag

Before you came into my life, socks were strewn haphazardly all over my car floor, hair ties were lost in the pockets of my purse, and sports bras were on constant display.

Because I Bloody Well Stammer!

Sometimes when I walk into a session I really wish that I had a tshirt or a billboard with these statements written on them in big letters, just because I feel like I repeat myself all the time:

1. Being a parent has to be one of the most difficult and underappreciated jobs.
2. You need to take care of yourself too.
3. When kids say things like "I hate you" they usually don't mean it.
4. YOU ARE THE ADULT, NOT YOUR CHILD
5. If you don't talk openly about sex with your kids, they WILL go to other sources (ie the internet or their friends) for an education.

Confrontation

In the past few weeks its become apparent to me that:

a. To be a good therapist, you have to confront your clients

b. I tend to avoid confrontation

c. The Judge in court doesn't want to hear nice things I have to say about my clients. He wants to hear about improvement.

So, in the last two days I had three very confrontational sessions. And aside from a bit of door slamming from the kids and awkwardness between me and parents, it didn't go that bad. 

Papa Americano

As of today, my favorite song to zumba to:

To Russia, With Love

It's that time of year again.

Atlanta!

A few weeks ago, I had to do a work training in South Carolina
for a week. Since Cassi and Kelly only live a few hours away,
they came up to Charleston on Thursday and stayed for the
night. On friday we drove back to their house so I could stay
with them for the weekend. Daphne was a bit sleepy after the
trip, but she managed to coo at me and Cassi for a second on the
camera.

Friday we ate lunch together in Charleston and then drove 

back to Georgia, with Daphne setting the style standard.

Saturday we hit the Peach packing plant where you get 

to see how they package the delicious peaches that Georgia 

is famous for. I had some yummy peach soft serve and peach 

cobbler.

Cassi had some butter pecan soft serve that was to die for.

At the peach packing plant cafe

Later Saturday we went to the "Fish n' Pig" restaurant to try 

some authentic southern cuisine, including grilled alligator.

it tastes like chicken!

I noticed when I was carrying Daphne around that people 

give you ALOT of attention. As in..."Oh look at the baby!" 

"How old is she?" I bet that makes parents feel a little boost, 

especially after all the sleepless nights. 

Sunday I went to a YSA ward in Atlanta. Atlanta is HUGE! 

It competes with Phoenix in size. Except, everything is 

green and lush. After church Kelly made German food he used 

to eat on his mission. Then Cassi and I went for a walk around

 her neighborhood. It was a super relaxing weekend, and I had 

a great time with the Woods!