I LOVE the rain. Let me clarify, I love it when the Earth is thirsty or at night to sleep better.
I HATE when it pours and I have to go somewhere. Or worse, when I leave the house not knowing it's going to pour in flip-flops. Why do I hate that so much? Nothing worse than falling on your knee outside of Wal-Mart in the pouring rain when your husband works there, so everybody knows you.
I LOVE my camera and taking pictures.
I HATE that my DSLR is SO big. I just don't like most pictures that the smaller more convenient digital cameras take. If you aren't moving they are fine.
I LOVE that my beautiful daughter is growing up.
I HATE that my beautiful daughter is growing up. Yeah, it says the same thing. I gave my parents "boy problems" and I was no where hear as pretty as I think my daughter is. I know my heart will break when her's does, but I'm kind of glad I'm the mom and not her daddy. Her daddy already says he needs to get a gun.
I LOVE cooking.
I HATE cleaning up. I have told my family, I would cook five meals a day if I didn't have to do the dishes. Kind of funny that my husband now has our daughter on "dishwasher duty."
I LOVE that my little man is communicating.
I HATE that there are still a few things he can't get me to understand. Toddlers can't exactly learn the whole alphabet of sign language over night, nor can they learn it all in twice a week therapy sessions when they have only been going about a month and a half. He's doing great, but sometimes I have no clue what he wants, but he tries his best to get me to understand. His new love, "ogs" frogs.