Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Avery enjoying the party!
The kids had a BLAST playing on the play set and in the water!
Beckham and Noah. Both of these boys received the gift of life.
Are YOU an organ donor? Look at these two faces...how couldn't you be?
Two beautiful families saved these boys, in the midst of their own grief.
"Thank you", will never repay their gift.
Crys is a funny girl...she figured our big, huge, massive, enormous van...need a magnetic sign. :)
So, after Luke woke up, I asked him: "You want to go to the zoo?"
"No zoo.", he said, shaking his head.
"You don't want to go see monkeys?"
"No monkeys." Shake. Shake.
"No lions." Shake. Shake.
"Well, then what do you want to go see?"
"Want see fish at a zoo!"
"Huh. Well...we're going to see some monkeys." :)
My three chummy girls.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
However, with all of these, you can't forget the ever important:
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
My uterus is right below my belly button, where it's supposed be and the heartbeat was easy-peasy to find.
The best news? I can have my ultrasound in 2 weeks! So, August 4th, we will know...boy? Or girl?
Monday, July 21, 2008
Words that no mother wants to hear.
Josh was outside mowing the lawn on Saturday and all the kids were out with him. He came upstairs to ask me something (I was doing homework...strange, I know) and when he went back outside, no Avery or Luke.
I ran up the street one way...Josh ran up the other.
I ran the other way...Josh passed me.
I'm beginning to panic and can feel my blood pressure steadily rising.
"JOSH! WHERE ARE THEY???"
We begin knocking on doors.
"Have you seen my son or daughter?"
It's been about 6-8 minutes by now and I'm imagining the worse. All that kept running through my head is, "What are they wearing? I'll have to tell the cops what they're wearing."
Josh ducks back inside the house to sweep it again and I hear him yell, "THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE FINE! I HAVE THEM!"
Apparently when Josh came in, they snuck in without him knowing it. They snuck upstairs, into our room and bathroom, closing both doors behind them. (We usually keep our bedroom door locked, so when we saw the closed door, neither of us thought to look in there.)
There were my two, dirty little kids, sitting in the bathtub, waiting for a bath.
Two hours later, I finally felt my heart slow down.
With that said, I am going to take a minute to
SO....on Thursday I had a math test. I will admit that I had to completely guess on the last one, because I did not know what was going on...BUT...even with that apparently educated guess...I got 100%!!! *happy dance!*
Then, to add to it, my humanities paper that I complained about here, is all done. I handed that in Friday night. My wonderful friend over at Common Mom pointed me in a few directions, for the subject of my paper. Sadly, the chili pepper idea she gave me, while a HOT idea, (yeah, I'm funny), didn't qualify due to the time passed since the find. But it pointed me in the direction that I did use...which was a find dating bananas in Africa to over 5,000 years ago.
Not my usual preferred topic for writing (mine would have been more like "Potty Training: How They Did It 5,000 Years Ago"), but it earned me an A! I could have cried, I was so happy.
So, while this week has been fantastic for me, grade-wise anyway...I still reserve the right to chant: "3 more weeks...3 more weeks...3 more weeks..."
Saturday, July 19, 2008
My beautiful Bailey is turning 7 years old tomorrow! How can she already be that big? I swear I just brought her tiny 6 lb 15 oz self, home from the hospital. She has grown up so much, in just the last year. She has become so independent and helpful...I don't know what I would do without her.
Bailey, I love you so much! Thank you so much for being my first daughter. You and I are learning together and every day brings new challenges, surprises and happiness. You are so kind and sweet and you have a smile that melts my heart. Always know how much Daddy and I love you and how very special you are. You are perfect...perfectly you.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
You've all been reading about Brittney (she just got married...just got pregnant...that one...), well, now you can visit her over at Tales From The Crib Keeper. (You know, like the show Tales From The Crypt Keeper...remember?)
Go give her some love and welcome her to bloggyville. Check in on her now and then...she's one of the few people in the world that will actually offer to watch all four of my kids...so make sure she's still alive and breathing! :)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Math is killing me.
Humanities is killing me.
My children and their attitudes are trying to kill me.
I will win.
I just might be sitting in the corner.
Rocking back and forth.
Don't judge me.
*4 more weeks....4 more weeks....4 more weeks....*
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Everyone knows how sure I am that this baby is a girl. I don't know why. I don't have a great record...I was 100% positive all my babies were boys. (Well, 1 out 4 isn't so bad, is it?) This could just be another case of "mistaken identity" and I'm going to have a shock when the u/s tech tells me it's a boy. But, for 5 more weeks, I can be content in knowing it's a girl.
Well, as I read the ad on page 5, the name of the bedding jumped out at me and I thought, "Holy crap! That would be such a cute girl name!" Forget that we have had Sydney (or Sidney, if Josh got his spelling version) picked out since Luke. I fell in love. After quickly polling the family and finding that everyone else loved it, too, we decided to change the girl's name.
Now, before I divulge the name, let me explain my girls' names "theme".
Each name must be a uni-sex name, end in the "e" sound and have a "y" in it. I don't know why...but it started and so it shall continue. This new name fit all of that perfectly.
So, should my "1 out of 4 times correct" intuition be right and it really is a girl...our daughter will be named Presley. (pronounced "Press-lee", not "Prez-lee")
Funny thing? She's due on Elvis's birthday. It's a sign...I tell you...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
However, just tonight, I am reminded, again, of the miracle of life and all the beautiful things that we have to look forward to. My baby sister just found out she is pregnant! Now, all 3 of Mom's daughters are expecting! How can you be sad, when you know that in a 2 month time frame, 3 new babies will be born? I cannot wait to see Mom surrounded by all 9 of her grandchildren and especially these 3 new little lives. She is the happiest amidst all the chaos and sticky kisses.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
"Look up her nose."
After giving him a retarded look, I peek up...and see a chunk of pink playdoh shoved waaaay up there. Well, crap.
He puts her down, stands behind her, covers her un-playdoh nostril and says, "Blow out a booger."
That little pink chunk had to have flown 2 feet. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
Silly little girl.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I do not write this because I want a lecture (JOSH). I'm just expressing my frustration.
I worked my butt off to lose 50 lbs. It took 9 looooong months. It took saying no, to food I wanted to eat. It took eating less of food I did eat. It took hours and hours of sweating on the track or at the gym. It was slow and it was hard. But, I did it. And I was proud of myself.
I know that I have to gain weight for this pregnancy. I know this. I'm not...I REPEAT: I'm NOT still trying to lose weight. But, I am having a really hard time watching the scale go back up. My common sense is aware that this is going to happen. And it's aware that it's a good thing. But, with that said, it's really hard to watch the numbers go in any direction, but down.
I could hide my scale. But, I'm afraid that if I'm not at least aware of where I am, I'll go waaaaay overboard. I've gained 60+ lbs. with a pregnancy before...I'm sure I could do it again.
My pants are starting - just barely -but starting nonetheless, to get tighter. I've only gained about 3 lbs and at 14 weeks along, I'm okay with that. But dang it...I just got into this size! I don't want to give it up already!
There. My grumblings for the day. I'm done.
On a happy note, my next appointment is in 2 weeks.
The appointment after that? That is the infamous "20 Week Appointment/Ultrasound" *said in a loud, booming voice*. I can't wait to find out if we're having a Sydney or a Paul. Let the countdown begin!
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
'The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
'The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.
'The sand is everything else--the small stuff.'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
'The same goes for life.
'If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. 'I'm glad you asked.'
'It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'
What would I do without my friends lately? You're the ones I call when I have a problem and I need it fixed. You're the ones I drop in on, when I need to talk. You're the ones I vent to, on my blog, when I don't want to do it out loud.
I know I've been absent from your world's and I'm sorry. I know I haven't returned e-mails and phone calls regularly and I'm sorry. There is always time for you...you just might have to spend it tutoring me on my math! :)
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
So, I asked, "Like a piggy back?" "Yeah", says my oldest, "Or dancing!"
Meanwhile, I'm looking at Josh and we had a completely silent conversation that consisted of something like this:
Me: "They were doing "it", weren't they?"
Him: "Oh yeah!"
Then we both silently cracked up.
Oh, the innocence of my children.
And those naughty, naughty pigs!
These classes are kicking my butt. Seriously. I swear my Humanities class should be a graduate class and not just something for generals. The amount of work every week is killing me. Speaking of that...I have to write a paper on an archaeological find, here's the rules:
1. Any archaeological find reported within the past five years is eligible as long as it is from a site that is at least 1000 years old (e.g. before 1000 C.E.)
2. Reports from excavations of non-human fossils are not appropriate. (i.e. Reports on woolly mammoths and prehistoric fish will not be accepted.)
Anyone have any ideas? Everyone else in class seems to be so excited and have so many ideas...meanwhile I can't even pick a subject. Any of you out there interested in this stuff and have something I can use? Huh? Huh? HUH?
Math is going okay. I hit my first "Holy crap! I don't know what the hell I'm doing!" on Thursday. Thankfully, after some tutoring from a friend, I feel like I'm back on board and have some clue as to what is going on.
*5 more weeks...5 more weeks...5 more weeks...*
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
I love everything about the 4th of July. I love waking up in the morning and waiting over 2 hours, just so I can have my spot for the parade. I love the military presenting the flag and watching as the crowd stands in a wave, placing their hand over their hearts. I love watching my kids excitement in catching the candy being thrown. I love running into old friends, that have come home for the holiday. I love being with my family, having a BBQ and spending the day laughing. I love watching all the men in the family turn into children, when they get a chance to light off the fireworks. I love laying on my old high school's lawn, cuddled with my kids in a blanket, underneath a sky blanketed with the annual fireworks show. I love carrying my exhausted children to their beds, sticky with melted popsicles, still clutching their glow-in-the-dark necklaces.
This year, my eyes saw things a little differently, as I discussed the holiday with a very good friend of mine, who is in the military. He does not share my enthusiasm of this holiday, much to my disappointment. Unfortunately, all year, he is forced to deal with the
He feels, as he rightly should, that Americans should be patriotic all year, not just on this one day. While I completely agree, I tried to gently remind him that humans, are but mere humans, and sometimes it takes a reminder for us to not take everything we have, for granted.
While I love the 4th of July and it really is my day to honor the men and women that sacrifice for me, there is a lot that I do all year. There are many ways that I remember, that maybe isn't as obvious as the flags I hang up. I remember every time I see a fallen service hero on TV and say a prayer for his family. I remember every time I properly salute the flag and teach my children to do the same. I remember every time I say the "Pledge of Allegiance" and giggle as my 3 year old struggles over the words. I remember every time I see someone in their military uniform and point them out to my children to explain why they are so important. I remember every time my grandfather talks about his service time and I sit in amazement at his stories. (Yes, Pepe, I truly love your stories!) I remember every time a see a serviceman with his family and look at his wife and recognize her courage. I remember when I see his children and my heart cries for them, knowing that too many hours, days and months are spent apart from their parent.
So, in closing, THANK YOU, to the men (and women, of course!) that have given their lives to our country. THANK YOU to the service of prior generations...Pepe, Uncle David and Uncle Paul, this means you! THANK YOU to the men currently serving our country.
My friend, know that I love you and appreciate all that you do. Recognize all the many ways that I show it through out the year and focus less on those people, that speak without thinking. These people do not make up the majority of Americans. If you looked around, you would realize there are far more "me" than "them." So, Happy 4th of July. Again, THANK YOU for what you do every day. I know the sacrifices you make and I will forever be grateful for them.