Monday, March 31, 2008

Hair Update-Five Months Later

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One Month Later
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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Catching Up My Photos

After my last post made me sound bitter and cold-hearted, I'd figure that I better prove that I don't only sit on the couch crying and being angry. :)
Here are the pics from my Girl's Night Out with the other bloggy Mommies. Jen is the beautiful brunette and Crys is the gorgeous blond...(who thinks she's funny.) :)
Boys sure are different than girls! This one has been scaling great heights (like climbing stools and standing on counter tops) since 18 months old. This time, however, he was just walking and tripped. He banged his head on one of the kitchen chairs and it swelled up like THAT! These are pictures from when I got the swelling down. At least he liked putting the ice on his head.
Again, my son getting into trouble. I heard the "Whoosh! Whoosh!" of the toilet paper being rapidly taken off the roll. My darling son decided that in makes a great outfit.
Last night at bedtime, my kids thought it would be fun if all of them were in footy pajamas. Getting clothing on the 3 year old at all is an achievement, so I thought I'd take a pic and show off how cute they are!
I finally did it. I finally pulled ALL the kid's toys out of their rooms, dumped them in the living room and went through them. This is what it looked like before the nine garbage bags went away to the DI.

This is the new playroom in the basement. I have grand ideas of painting the walls with something fun...I'm just not sure what yet. I know I would love to get some of the vinyl letters and do some of the phrases from the Dr. Seuss book "Oh, The Places You'll Go." But, until then, I'm just ecstatic that the toys are organized!

The hole in the wall is a window into the "clubhouse" under the stairs. (The door to the clubhouse is in the hallway.) The kids love to play McDonald's and I'm constantly hearing, "I'd like a cheeseburger and fries!" :) We need to hit Subway more, apparently.

So, proof that life does go on and I am still accomplishing some things. :)

For The Record

For the record, here are some things I wish people would stop saying to me. (Which, honestly, none of these have come from bloggy-world. It always has to be some crazy neighbor or lady at the grocery store who heard about it from her sister's friend's aunt's cousin.)

-"You'll get pregnant again."
I am currently worried about this baby. Please don't treat my baby like a glass that broke, that I can replace.

-"I know how you feel."
Unless you have lost your own child, you have no idea how I feel.

-"It just wasn't meant to be."
This may be the case, but please don't say it. You wouldn't find it comforting if I told you that you are never "meant" to be skinny.

-"This is how your body takes care of it."
Wow. That is supposed to make me feel better? "It" was a baby. My baby. You make me feel like a mother tiger eating her young.

-"Your baby is in a better place."
There is no better place for my baby than in my arms. Thank you very much.

-"Time heals everything."
Uh-huh. It does. But this is not the time to tell me that. Tell me that when I have healed and I will agree with you.

-"You weren't very far along."
I fell in love with my child the moment the two lines appeared on the pregnancy test. Are you telling me that having a child die younger, is easier than if they were in their 20's? I'm guessing that it isn't. The pain of losing a child is pretty universal.

And please, if you are currently pregnant, understand that I am not mad at you, or even envious of you. I am happy for you and thankful that your baby is healthy. With that said, please have the respect not to bitch to me about your pregnancy.
That nausea you have? Yeah...I still have it.
You're really tired? Guess what? So am I.
Your boobs are tender? I know how you feel.
You are moody and emotional? You have no freaking idea.
I still have so much pregnancy hormone coursing through my body, that I still feel pregnant. I have all of the symptoms that you have. Except for anticipation of labor. And birth. And breastfeeding.
These have all been stolen from me.

And if you can't think of anything to say? Do what many people have done...don't say anything. I understand and appreciate your silence. I know what your heart is saying, when your mouth can't find the words.

If all else fails...a hug always feels good.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

One Down...Three To Go

My first 5K of the year has come and gone. I "ran" it with my friend Lacey this time. I say "ran", because basically after the first mile, she took off and I was left to gasp and pace myself alone! :)
The last 5K I did was here. Such a good story if you've never read it. This one was kind of similar, being that the cross country team was there and quite a few hardcore runners. This time, I didn't come in last (woo hoo!) and actually ran quite a bit of it. It was only 37 degrees with a fiercely cold wind blowing in your face for the first mile and a half.
I finished with a time of 42 minutes, 4 seconds. That took 3 minutes and 43 seconds off my time from September. I'll take it.
It was kind of nice to have 42 minutes to myself. I thought about a lot of things and forced myself not to think about a lot of things.
I laughed when I got to the end and told Lacey that to keep a steady pace, I was singing the "A-B-C's." She laughed and admitted to be singing the "Doe a Deer...a female deer" song. Silly girls that we are.
Well, my next one is in April, but I won't be running that one. I am going with another best friend of mine, Amey, and her entire family, who are not runners. After that is the Susan G. Komen in May. I cannot WAIT to do that one! That is my all time favorite one. There is nothing like getting out there with 2,000 other people and running for a cause. Lastly, leaves the Lake Point 5K in September. I'm hoping I can get down to 35 minutes by then.
But, all in all, a good day. They are few and far between lately, so I'll take it.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

>Put Clever Title Here<

I went out to dinner last night with some bloggy Moms that I had yet to meet face to face. It was nice to put a face and voice to Crys and Jen. We had so much fun and I feel like I have known them forever. My only regret is that we all live so far from each other. I really could use some Mommies like them living on my street. (Plus, their kids are adorable and it would be GREAT to have someone for my kids to play with.) We ate too much and took some cute pictures...that I will post when I drag my lazy butt off the couch.

I still am scheduled to have my blood drawn again on Monday, but it feels a long ways away. Each day has been very different. Yesterday I did really well and even realized that I didn't think about it for a whole two hours. It shocked me and I even expressed my guilt to Jen and Crys for starting to accept this ordeal.

Today, it hit me again full force. I feel the depression part creeping back in. I look like hell and feel even worse. I have stuff to do, yet I have no desire to do any of it. If it weren't for my kids, and having to take care of them, I would just stay in bed all day. I called my Mom this morning and asked her to keep my niece today and tomorrow. I just don't have the energy to do it. My kids are at least semi-independent and don't seem to mind that Mommy doesn't care that they have been eating candy all day.

I took the week off work and that has helped tremendously. I figured this would all be over by next week and I could focus again. I almost feel like I should ask for another week off, at this point. I know they are slow right now anyway, but I also don't want to ask too much.

Josh has been really great through all of this. When he is home, he completely steps into the role of primary parent. If he thought I was moody before, I'm really throwing him for a loop now. Thankfully, he is taking it all in stride and hasn't questioned me at all.

A lot of people have shared their stories with me. I really am thankful for that. It is a nice reminder that I am not alone and that someone out there really knows what I am going through. I know that this kind of thing affects people differently. Perhaps it's because we tried so long...that I am having such a hard time.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I Knew I Hated Effing Math

The results are in.
My HCG level on Friday was 1699.
My level on Monday was 1770.
Per the "HCG rule", your level should double every 24-48 hours, meaning that I should have been around 34oo, not 1770.
The plan at this point is to re-do the test on Monday and then discuss our "options."
Damn it.

My "Roses"

I am a girl with some fabulous friends. Words cannot express how very, very luck I am. Over the last few days, I have gotten phone calls, e-mails, text messages, prayers, kindness and love. I can't take pictures of you get pictures of the beautiful flowers I have also received.

Poor Rachel happened to be at the doctor's with me that day. She had the long, uncomfortable ride home, where I am sure she was just praying that I wouldn't crash the car and wishing I had let her drive. This little bunny rabbit attached to the vase will FOREVER be cherished by me. If I get my way, it will come with me to the hospital and be Little One's special toy.

My mother-in-law sent these flowers over for me. Poor Mom came over that day and I just laid on the couch crying. I'm sure it was uncomfortable for her...she just didn't know what to say. I LOVE the vase and cannot wait to put some tulips in it this summer.

These flowers were waiting for me when I got home from picking up kids today. They probably surprised me most of all...though I know they shouldn't. My wonderful friends Crys, Jen and Nancy sent me these roses. What makes that so special, you ask? I have never, ever met these women. Or, even talked to them, for that matter. They are blogging Mommies that have become some of my very best friends. Not a day goes by that I don't "talk" to at least one of them. I have been within a few hundred feet of Crys in Primary Children's Medical Center...texting her the whole time...but have never seen her face to face.

Whenever I see roses, I am reminded of a story I read a long time ago. This was written by Carol M. Sieverts and printed in the April 1988 Ensign. It is a touching story and will stick with you for years to come.

"My Husband Always Brings Me Roses

(But they’re rarely from the florist.)
Growing up as an incurable romantic, I was certain that when Prince Charming came along on his white charger, his arms would be filled with red roses. My tall, dark, and handsome prince would bow deeply, then shower me with the roses before sweeping me away on his trusty steed.
Indeed, I did find my prince. He was tall, dark, and handsome. But I should have recognized some flaws in my plan when his white charger turned out to be an Arabian bay mare. At first, I was so caught up in the excitement of love and marriage that I completely forgot the roses. Later, though, as daily routine dulled some of the excitement, I began to wonder about the armloads of roses I’d been expecting. Somehow, they kept eluding me.
True, at the births of our first three babies, thanks to some broad hints dropped throughout each pregnancy, he had remembered the roses—one dozen long-stemmed beauties each time. Then, with number four, his practical nature finally got the best of him, and he presented me with—a cactus! It was a big, beautiful cactus—but still I longed for roses.
Several completely flowerless years passed. Then, as I was about to resign myself to a life without roses, a wonderful thing happened. I began to see that roses are where you find them, and they don’t always have red velvet petals or long green stems. This prince of mine had been showering me with roses all along. I had just failed to notice.
One night, I was awakened by the sounds of a sick child in the room across the hall. I called to him, warning him to hurry to the bathroom. But down the hall, I could hear undeniably that he had not been successful. I hurried to his rescue and helped him bathe and change clothes. When I returned our child to bed, I found my prince on his hands and knees, scrubbing the hall carpet. It was only after we had finished cleaning the carpet and had returned to bed that I realized what a lovely rose my husband had just given me.
Since then, I have found roses everywhere. I love to jog, but my prince doesn’t share my enthusiasm. Still, he will take me miles out of his way to find a new route. Then he tends the children until I return home. It was also my nonathletic prince who gave me my beautiful new running suit.
I see his roses in everyday loyalty. He hauls my paraphernalia to every Relief Society meeting I conduct. I won’t say he has never complained, but there is always a good natured, lighthearted feeling in his teasing. This bouquet of support is one of lasting beauty.
When my father passed away, my prince again was there, with perhaps his finest rose. My mother was left with a big home and yard, as well as the everyday problems of living alone. My husband took responsibility for two households without a second’s hesitation. And he has done it in such a sensitive way that my mother feels his sincere love and is not uncomfortable or embarrassed by his care. Could any other rose have smelled as sweet?
When I was young, I foolishly prayed for a life filled with romance. But a wise Heavenly Father has blessed me with something far richer—a life filled with genuine love.
I thank my Heavenly Father, too, for giving me the maturity to recognize roses where I find them. Support, kindness, thoughtfulness, and generosity may not be the kinds of roses I dreamed of as a romantic young girl, but as I discover and treasure each blossom, I become more grateful for this strong, kind, and gentle Prince Charming who showers me each day with roses."

I, too, am thankful for everyone and their support, kindness, thoughtfulness, and most very special roses.


"its HARD to wait around
for something
that you know might
never happen.
but it's even harder
to give up
especially when
it's everything you ever

Monday, March 24, 2008

When It Rains...It Pours

First of all, thank-you to all for your thoughts and prayers and kindness and love. I really and truly appreciate each and every word. I went in for another blood test today and should have the results tomorrow morning. They are checking my HCG level to see what is happening. With any "normal" pregnancy, your HCG level should double every 24-48 hours. This is kind of like the "final" test, to verify that our Little One didn't make it.
Now, right or wrong (and honestly I don't want any one's opinions on it), I have convinced myself that the doctors are wrong. I have googled quite a bit and talked to several people that were diagnosed with a miscarriage...only to go on and have a completely healthy pregnancy. So, in order to cope and function (instead of spending my life a sobbing mess on the couch, like the last 72 hours) I have decided that the doctors underestimate my Little One. Until something happens to prove me wrong, I will not believe the one, little ultrasound.

So, on to my new news. Things around here can't stay "calm" for long. Bailey was on the trampoline last night and landed on her ankle wrong. The x-rays confirm no broken bones, however she did bruise her ligaments and possibly tore the cartilage in her growth plate. So, my klutzy wonderful daughter is now sporting a half cast for up to three weeks. She can't walk on it, due to the angle that it hardened at, but she has become quick at hopping around the house. Her classroom is too far from the lunch room, so I had to bring her with an umbrella stroller for her to ride in. You should have seen it when I brought her in this morning...she was like a queen on her throne. She LOVES the attention and doesn't seem to realize that she's riding around in a baby stroller. :)
This is her third cast, since she was born. She fell down two steps at Grandma's house at 15 months old and broke her left arm. Then, last summer, she crashed her bike and earned another cast, by breaking her right arm. Now this.
Between Bailey being accident prone and the billion and a half x-rays done on Avery's you think the ER offers a punch card or frequent flyer miles?

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Little One

All of my children have a special poem, that I wrote just for them. I didn't want to leave this Little One out. I have never shared my children's poems before, but this is somehow theraputic for me. Please don't copy it. This is published, yet personal.

One day, my precious Little One,
You’ll take me by the hand.
I hope that you will hold me close
and help me understand.
You’ll explain why I was chosen,
To miss out on your birth.
Why I was picked to be your Mom,
But never here on Earth.

One day, my cherished Little One,
I’ll take you by the hand.
I promise I will hold you close,
And help you understand.
That you were very wanted here;
I looked forward to your birth.
Yes, you are my chosen child,
But too special for this Earth.

Saturday, March 22, 2008



I was waiting until Mother's Day to announce to the world our good news. Josh and I are pregnant! After trying for over a year and crying for over a year, it finally happened.
Sadly, it isn't to be. I had my doctor's appointment yesterday. I asked for an ultrasound, not because I felt anything was wrong, but just to peek at my tiny turtle. When the ultrasound tech got really quiet and turned the monitor so that I couldn't see it, I knew something was wrong. She got up and left the room and when she came back, she told me that my doctor would see me in his office. He said that the baby stopped growing a couple weeks ago and no heartbeat could be detected. The sac that the baby was in looked abnormally shaped with discoloration around the edges. I was numb with shock and got up and walked out before I could ask any questions. I don't even remember driving home. I don't know what happens now, I guess I will talk with him again on Monday, because he wants me to come in for some more blood tests.
Josh couldn't be with me, because he was home with the kids. When I got home, I found him putting clothes away in our daughter's room. I simply uttered, "We're losing this baby." and fell against him crying.
If one more person says, "It just wasn't meant to be" or "Everything happens for a reason", I may go ballistic. While these things are probably true, I don't care. All I care about is right now. Trying to deal with today. Trying to deal with still being pregnant...without actually being pregnant. Trying to deal with living in a body that still feels pregnant, knowing that I'm not. It's a fine balance. Trying to deal.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

She Loves Me...She Really Loves Me

Bailey: "Hey Uncle Cody! I ate six crepes this morning!"
Cody: "Wow!"
Me: "Luke ate six crepes once. It was so funny to see such a little boy eat that much!"
Bailey: "I ate six hot dogs once."
Me: "Yeah, that was really disgusting. When I was 11, I ate eight pieces of pizza."
Cody: "That's a whole pizza!"
Josh: (at the same time as Cody): "A medium pizza?"
Bailey: "That's probably why you're a little big now."
Me: "Ouch."

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #28-OCD

13 Reasons I May Have OCD
(I'm just poking fun at myself...I mean no disrespect to Mickey anyone.)

1. I have a list in every room, of what cleaning needs to be done each day and weekly.

2. The list is colored to match the decor of the room it's in.

3. My storage areas are filled with Rubbermaid, with color-coded labels.

4. My calendar is always up to date...and color-coded for the type of activity/appointment. Green=Work, Purple=School, Red=Appointments, Orange=Fun Stuff, Blue=Soccer

5. My movies are alphabetized.

6. I do not like my food to touch. I will use 2 plates and a bowl, if necessary, to avoid it!

7. When plans get changed, I get upset. I spend a lot of time scheduling things out and if they fall through, it can usually make me cry.

8. I like to do things in order. I try not to deviate from my "order" or my day gets thrown off.

9. I like my boxed food to be label out and lined up straight. I don't do this with the cans, because my one year old likes to make towers with them and messes it up anyway.

10. I like to make lists. A lot of lists. "Things to Do", "Things to Buy", "Things to Make", "Things to Pack", ect. I like them neat and color-coded. (Are you surprised?)

11. I will post and edit, post and edit, post and edit, a blog post, until I get it right. You'd think I'd figure out the mistakes before the first time I post it. Nope. Gotta read it on the blog, not in preview. LOL

12. The pictures in frames on my bookshelf all have to face at the same angle.

And last but not least...

13. My family says I am.
But I don't know what they are talking about. :)

Wordless Wednesday #28- "Why Do I Smell Baby Powder?"

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

She Should Be Sainted

So, to continue the hell that is my life...

I called Medicaid this morning. First, you get the person that can't help you, doesn't know how to do anything and can't transfer you anywhere. So, then I called Workforce Services, because I guess they hold all the "Medicaid Knowledge."

They stated that Skylie's case came up for review and because Maegen didn't show, they cancelled her coverage. Cancelled it. Thanks for the notice. You have my address. I get stupid crap from you everyday. The important stuff, though? Eh. Don't send that.

"Well, ma'am, this baby needs to see a doctor NOW...what do you suggest I do?"

I guess now I need to go in and apply on her behalf. Which if anyone has ever dealt with the system (I haven't personally, but I've heard the horror stories), you know damn well it's not going to be a pleasant experience.

When questioned as to how long this procedure is going to take, I was advised 30 days. Well, hmmm. Maegen will be home shortly thereafter, so what the hell is the point in them getting all my information, when it will all revert back to her?

"So, for 30 days she won't have coverage, what am I supposed to do?"
"I dont' know what to tell you. There is nothing that can be done."

Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? I am not some half-crazy person that can't take care of her kid! I had this situation thrust upon me, because there was no other option...and I hit a wall every time I turn around!

So, I called her doctor's office (they know the situation really well) and spoke to the nurse. She said that it sounds like a yeast infection (probably brought on by the antibiotics she was on for her ear infection) and that they have some new medicine out for it. She will leave me two tubes of the sample stuff at her desk.

I almost started crying. Finally! Someone that CARES! I don't care that it is an hour and a half round trip in there...we are getting some medicine!

So, when Maegen gets out, she can deal with Medicaid. It will only put Skylie late for her 6 month shots, by 2 weeks (which when I got her, I found out that her 2 month shots were a month late, so she is a little off, anyway). I don't have the time, nor the energy, to prove that both her parents can't keep it together and are in jail. I don't want my social security number in their system and my finances looked at. I'm doing just fine, thank you very much.

Why is it that every time I try to do something nice or stick my neck out for someone, I get stepped on? When will the law of karma, right itself?

We just need to pray that she doesn't get sick between now and then. Good hell, that's all I need.

Monday, March 17, 2008

A REAL Pain In The Ass

This post is gonna get ugly.
Don't say that I didn't warn you.

So, my niece has had a diaper rash for about a week and a half now. It is horrible. It sometimes bleeds and is resistant to EVERYthing we have tried. It has times here and there where it's looking better and then the next diaper...all HELL red rash breaks loose!

So, Josh takes her in to a local urgent care tonight. They REFUSE to see her, stating that they need a current Medicaid card. (Because we only have custody of her and we have not adopted her, she cannot be on our medical insurance.) Josh tried to calmly explain that since we got custody of her, the Medicaid people have been called several times and we are always assured that in "5-7 days the card should be received". Nope. They need her current one, or she will not be seen. Josh tells them that they have seen her before with the old one, they just called to confirm that she was still covered. "I'm sorry. Without her current one, we will not see her." "YOU STUPID, POS, LAZY ASS, LADY! DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT MY FAMILY HAS BEEN THROUGH FOR THIS CHILD? DO YOU THINK WE ARE JUST SOME REDNECK BASTARDS WORKING THE SYSTEM AND WE ARE TOO LAZY TO GET HER NEW CARD??? DO YOU? HUH?"

I didn't even know that it was legal to turn a child away! I'm so angry! And, of course, stupid Medicaid is only open "8:00 a.m. to noon and 1:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. Oh, except for on Thursdays, when we can't even get off our asses to start answering the phone until 11:00 a.m."

So, here's hoping that their building catches on fire tonight and the flames lick the receptionist's ass on the way out the door.

Let her feel some of the pain, that this baby is in.

This is Serious Business

Who went pee-pee on the potty 3 times today?
The ever-amazing, Lukey!!!

Mommy's "Little Man", is becoming such a "Big Boy!"

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Timpanogos Temple

Congratulations on your



We are so happy and proud of you!

Friday, March 14, 2008

Are You Tired?

Are you tired?
What even defines "tired"?
Is it when you forget to send your kid to school with lunch money?
Is it when you can fall asleep at a traffic light?
Is it when you haven't watched the 10 o'clock news since your baby was born?
Is it when you realize that you haven't applied make-up, done your hair or worn anything other than sweatpants...since your baby came home from the hospital?

Sure. It's all of those.

It's also when you go until 5 o'clock in the afternoon...without realizing....wait for it....

all day you have been wearing two bras.


All day.

I'm tired.

In fact, I'm so tired, that I discovered this 3 hours ago...and I still haven't taken one of them off.

The Ultimate Blog Party!!

Hey, everybody! Welcome to my World. We are full of chaos here and blogging every minute of it. We have it all. Are you looking for a happy post? Or a sad one? One that will make you laugh? One that will make you gag? Or one that will give you hope?

My name is Leeann and I am a Wife. And Mother. And Student. And depending on the day: a chef, a nurse, a taxi driver, a psychologist, a lawyer, the judge and the jury and a maid. I met my high school sweetheart 10 years ago and we have been together ever since. We have gotten married, are raising four children, moved seven times, buried a brother, love our nieces and nephew and became best friends. Through it all, we do it with a dignity, who am I kidding...we are barely surviving! :)

I started blogging because I realized that I have a lot to say, but no one to listen to me I love having my memories written down. I love to go back and see how I viewed things a few months ago and see how things have changed. Life with four children does nothing, if teach you patience and that change is good!

Bailey is my 6 year old. She is kind and loving and temperamental. She is getting too smart, too quickly and keeping her Dad and I on our toes! Ryleigh is 4. She is my big helper and my emotional girl. She aims to please, but if you don't please out!

Avery is my 3 year old. This is the girl that can make me laugh, or have me banging my head against the wall. She is stubborn and unpractical, but her smile and giant eyes makes my heart burst with love.

Luke is my one year old, little man. He is the son that every mother hopes for. He is so much fun and constantly has us laughing. He is so talkative and I love hearing the comments that come out of his mouth.

I am a student at a local college, hoping to one day graduate as an RN. I have a passion for pregnant women and babies, so working in L & D would be my dream job. I'm taking it one semester at a time and trying not to get too overwhelmed with what the future will hold.

Thanks for stopping by and peeking in on my world, I hope you enjoyed the ride! Come back and visit us again real soon, ya hear? :)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #27-My Mind

13 Things On My Mind Right Now
1. Why does my gym have a sign that says, "No Smoking-This is a health club facility and we promote good health."...but has a vending machine containing Twix and M&M's? I'm here because I'm obese...not because I have lung cancer!

2. When am I going to find time to do my homework? I have two take home tests, one nutrition assignment, three sections in math and one chapter of reading...and I haven't touched any of it.

3. Do I want salt? Or pepper? Or would they be better together? (Only a couple of you are going to get that...don't even try. LOL)

4. Josh and I are going to the Temple on Saturday. And then to lunch. Oh yeah...7 hours without any little children. *HEAVEN* On that note: THANK YOU RACHEL!

5. I need to finish the dishes. And the laundry. And the cleaning. Crap.

6. Am I going to fit into that skirt by the time Brittney's wedding is here?

7. I would really love some nachos with cheese and jalapenos right now. Yummy.

8. Why does Josh's work think it is funny to schedule trainings on his day off? Funny thing is, I like when he's home...quit stealing him from me!

9. How much longer is Mom going to be feeling good? Is she hiding how she really feels? Should I be more worried?

10. I have four 5K's this summer. Please, please, please don't let me be the slowest one. I must beat my old time!

11. I cannot believe that the carpet for the basement is only going to cost $1600.00. I had figured on so much more. This is fantastic!

12. I should be doing my reading assignment. Crystal is going to be very mad at me. LOL

13. When will the whining stop? Honestly. I can't take one more day of it. I'm ready to pull all my hair out. (Am I whining?) LOL

Thursday Thirteen

Wordless Wednesday #27-"MOM! STUCK!"

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Nobody's Perfect...welll...almost

Bailey: "I don't like Hannah Montana anymore."
Me: "You don't?"
Bailey: "Nope."
Me: "Yes you do. You are just saying that you don't, because your friend doesn't like her. You don't have to change who you are, just to please someone else."
Bailey: "No, I don't like her. She sings that song "Nobody's Perfect", but Heavenly Father is."
Me: (shocked and speechless that she has given this that much thought) "You are right, but I think she is just talking about people on the earth right now."
Bailey: "Oh. I still don't like her."

Monday, March 10, 2008

A Look At My Life

Well, Skylie is feeling better. She is smiley a lot and whiny a lot, just like any typical baby. But, she isn't even attempting to rollover yet, which seems really late to me, but maybe I forget when babies do that. My last baby started rolling over at two weeks and he hasn't stopped moving since!
Avery had her adenoids out on Friday. She was a trooper and barely had any down time. When she came out of the anesthesia, they warned me that they can wake up agitated. Picture the worst temper tantrum you have ever seen...doubled. She was kicking and punching and screaming and throwing her head around. God Bless those nurses that do this every day. After about an hour of this, she finally calmed down and we got to go home. Here she is smelling the mask that would put her to sleep. She picked grape scent and had to see how it looked on her, me, Ryleigh and her teddy bear.

We have been going a little stir crazy in the house. Grandma came over yesterday and we all escaped to the park. We had planned on a picnic, but it was too cold. Bailey and Ryleigh spent most of their time putting the wood chips all over the slides. Avery hung out with Grandma in the van, complaining of the cold. Luke was ALL over the place. He loved the slides..."Slides, Grandma! So fun!" He would also try to jump off the area where the fireman pole was. No matter that it was 10 feet off the ground...if I was there or not...he jumped. That kid is going to be the cause of my gray hair!
My laptop was fixed today. Thank Goodness. All of my programs are on my laptop, not my desktop, so it was making my work quite challenging. The guy that came out to fix it, was the same one that fixed it in October. A little quirky, but a nice guy. I thanked him for coming but expressed that I don't hope to see him again soon. LOL
I'm on spring break this week, so I have been putting off my homework. I really need to get on it, but really lack the motivation! Come night time, I am too tired to do anything except fall asleep. Poor Josh has been understanding and doesn't seem to mind finishing the movies by himself.
Oh! A new revelation in the house. Bailey now refuses to call Josh, "Daddy". She will only call him "Dad", because "Daddy" is only for babies. could be much worse. Who knows what she'll call us behind our backs in another 8 years! :)

Sunday, March 9, 2008

I Hope It's Not Karma

I'm a generally nice person. I let people cross the street. I'll let you cut in front of me in line at the grocery store if you only have a few things. I return found money. I bring dinners to people who are sick.

So, who or what did I piss off, to deserve this?

My freaking motherboard on my laptop is dead AGAIN. We just replaced that freaking part in October! So, we have run a phone line from the out side of my house, under my front door, to the desktop computer, so that I can have Internet until Dell decides to come out and fix it. "Sometime next week, ma'am."

The really bad part? My warranty expires in July. You know darn well the freaking thing is going to break again in September.

Stupid, stupid Dell.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #26-Men

13 Things I Will Never Understand
About Men
1. Why is it so hard to put your socks in the laundry room? If I wanted them all over the house, I wouldn't get so mad when you leave them there.
2. What is so fascinating about watching a bunch of sweaty men run around with a ball? Basketball, soccer, football...I don't get it.
3. Why can you take apart an entire engine and rebuild it, but you can't master the art of "the ponytail"? Even our 4 year old mastered it a year ago!
4. Why does every trip to the bathroom require 15 minutes?
5. Why do you not understand that I do not wish to learn how to gut a fish? No matter how many times you offer to teach me....I'm gonna tell you no!
6. What is so funny about farting and burping?
7. Why do I take care of our kids and you baby-sit? (This is actually not my husband, but I have heard men say this.)
8. Why do you want to waste a perfectly good Saturday morning, walking around a grassy area, with golf clubs? Walk around our grassy area with a lawn mower instead. You know you'll just lie about your score anyway.
9. What is so difficult about understanding that black pants cannot be worn with brown shoes? Please stop laughing at me every time I try to explain it.
10. How do you zone out, so completely, when watching TV? An earthquake, a child painting themselves with my make-up or a child writing on the walls...goes completely unnoticed when ESPN is on.
11. Why does a "good" movie have to involve guns, steroid-looking men and some one's nose bleeding?
12. Why don't you understand that moving furniture around, is therapeutic for me? Even more so, if you are around to do the lifting!
13. What is so fascinating about boobs? Honestly, I have some...and they're not all that special.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

EBay Challenge

I stole this idea from Stacy at smdew.

Go to EBay and find the craziest thing you can. Don't limit yourself...there is some crazy sh*t on there! (As is evident by my find!) C'mon, you know you just laughed! :)

Leave me a comment with your find and play along on your own blog, if you are so inclined! The only rule: The item has to be current. It can't be something mentioned on the news in the past.

I found:
St. Valentine's Fake Doggy Poop-I Love You

"Aww, shouldn't have!"

No. Really. You Shouldn't Have.

It Adds Up

Vomiting + Achy Muscles + Headache + Sore Throat + No Sleep = Mom Probably Has The Flu

Will someone please tell my kids, so that they will leave me alone today?
Like I need this right now...

Monday, March 3, 2008

Literal Translation

So, I get home from the gym this morning and my husband is cracking up. Apparently he let our son run around without a diaper on this morning and he made a little poop on the floor. My husband picked it up in front of Luke, put it in the potty and told him that that was where he needed to put his poo-poo.

Fast forward to 15 minutes later and my husband finds an abandoned diaper on the floor. He begins the search for the boy and finds him in the bathroom...covered in poop. I guess he knew where his poop needed to go...but wasn't sure how to get it there. So, he was pooping in his hand and then putting it in the potty!

We've got to be careful what we say to this kid! :)

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Seven Random Things

The rules are as follows:
#1 Link to the person who tagged you....Kelly at My Fab 5
#2 Post the rules on your blog.
#3 Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
#4 Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
#5 Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.

1. I can turn my feet backwards. Kinda like a ballet turn-out...on steroids. I'll have to post a picture one day.
2. I did not like jalapenos at all...until I was pregnant with my son. Now, I love them on everything!
3. Josh and I have "laundry dates" where we put the kids to bed, put in a good movie and spend hours folding laundry. Yeah, we have that much.
4. I HATE spiders and will throw my 6 year old in front of me, to save me from them.
5. I still e-mail my first boyfriend. Several times a week. We have both moved on, gotten married and have kids. It's funny to laugh about the old times. I love that Josh doesn't mind and trusts me enough to know that nothing would ever happen there!
6. I always have to be multi-tasking. I can't think of the last time I was doing only one thing at a time. I am always thinking, planning or doing. If I find myself randomly doing only one thing (like watching a movie), I get antsy until I find something else to do at the same time.
7. I tried to give myself a bikini wax, once. I pulled the first strip, screamed in pain, woke up on the bathroom floor and stopped the bleeding. I will NEVER try that again! :)

Just about everyone has already played along. But, if you haven't played, please do and I'll come check it out!