Neglecting my blog already!

I've been MIA for a week or so now. All of the sudden my life seemed extremely busy (I even had a friend email me and ask if I died, due to my lack of Facebook postings). My oldest son, Maliq, was just recently in a 3 week class at the YMCA. I have found a new appreciation for working parents who seem to manage to get their children to practices and games right after work. A couple of days I had to leave work early just so I could get home, let the dog out, run to my mom's house to pick up the boys, and head to the Y. Some nights I left the class early and let my husband deal with it so I could go home and entertain my youngest, who wanted sooooooo badly to be apart of the class at the Y and to make dinner. I don't know how you moms do this with multiple children. I know I wont have a choice in the future but to figure it out, but it's a lot of work. Even though the class was only 3 weeks, I'm sort of relieved to have that over with. However, Maliq keeps asking when he is starting a new class.

I find a lot of joy watching my kids take part in activities. I know my future holds many nights of soccer, basketball, football and anything else they chose to do. Maliq pretty much likes all sports right now. After watching the Olympics he has suddenly taken an interest in diving (off  my couch) and tennis. He's typically into basketball and soccer, but I often hear him talking about playing hockey and golf too. I hope within the next few years he can narrow it down a bit.

It's a love story, baby just say yes!

Our love story is a bit comical. Marques and I met while shopping at Wal-Mart. His story may  be a little different than mine, but this is how I remember it.

It was a Friday morning, early spring 2005. I was shopping with my mom and my 6 month old cousin, Hunter at Wal-Mart. My mom brought it to my attention that some guy kept peering around the aisles to get a better look at me. (Kind of creepy, right?) I didn't notice him right away. Eventually I wandered off to go look for something, with my little cousin in tow. A few minutes later I was approached by this creeper tall, handsome fella. I wish I could remember the conversation word for word. I believe it started something like this, "Excuse me miss! I just wanted to tell you, you look very nice." I bought it, hook, line and sinker and I was immediately interested in continuing my conversation with him.  We continued to talk for a while. Near the end of our conversation,  I finally had to ask him if he had a phone. Thankfully I am a blunt person because I'm not sure he would have ever asked me for my number.  We had our first date a few days later at TGI Fridays, which is another funny story I'll save for another time. A year later we were engaged, and not even a year after the engagement, we were married. The rest is history. Never in a million years did I think I'd meet my future husband at Wal-Mart.

FYI- He swears he had met other women this way, but I'm not sure I believe him. :)

Who am I?

First and foremost, for those of you who don't know me, my name is Cherry. Yes, Cherry! Pronounced like the fruit.  I'd like to say my mom and dad were trying to be creative, that they were hippies or that I was named after somebody, but that's not the case. It's grown on me over the years, but let's just say, kids weren't always nice about it.

 I'm a mother of 2 boys, Maliq and Quinton.  I'm the lady who is always jumping for a band aid, sippy cup, diaper change, and to break up a fight over a toy. I wouldn't trade it for the world. 

I'm also a wife to an amazing man, Marques, who  is a great father and husband. We've been married for over 5 years now and it seems like so much has happened in that short amount of time. I can't wait to blog about some of our cultural experiences down the road. I was born and raised on a fruit/dairy farm in West Michigan and my husband was raised in inner-city Detroit. We are two completely different people. Opposites attract right? We also have a 9 year age difference between us. Just last night he asked me a question about whether or not I remember the Gulf War. I had to remind him I was 6 at the time. I don't remember much about being six, sorry buddy!   We were able to find some common ground along the way. We both were raised in Baptist homes and share a love for our Savior, Jesus Christ. We  both love sports, music, shopping (yes ladies, I found a man who likes to shop!), and food!

Aside from being a mother and wife, I have a few things I like to do myself. I like reality tv (a bit too much sometimes), a good book- preferably funny, writing and cheap wine.

Welcome

I'm excited to start this new adventure of blogging! Please bear with me as I am still very new to this.

First of all I'd like to address the title of my blog, Not the Nanny. I had shared some past experiences I've had with some mommy friends of mine, and was given the title of my blog by Bre'onna of Bre Writes. In the past I have been asked several times if my children are mine, if I'm the nanny and/or where I adopted them from. As a mother of biracial children I never realized how narrow minded we are as a society that a white woman could have "mixed" children. I even find it more humorous that I'm asked these questions, when my children actually look a lot like me. The few occasions where I have been asked this, my husband has not been with me. I suppose had they seen the 6'4" black guy with me it may have been a little more obvious that they were our children. I also like the title of the blog for other reasons. I hate cooking and cleaning. My husband will be the first one to attest to that. While I'm not a slob by any means, I just don't love to do either thing. My family isn't starving, and I know how to call many local restaurants. Maybe I'd rather just support the local eateries than cook. It's a good excuse anyways. On occasion I do cook, and surprise myself that I can actually make something, although I prefer to bake over cooking any day!

I'm hoping through this blogging journey I will be able to document my adventures in mommy hood, Pinterest projects I attempt, recipes I "try" to make and anything else I may stumble upon along the way.