Monday, July 28, 2008

9 Months Later

It has been 9 months since shaving my head! Wow, time flies when you're having fun! The middle picture with the blue background is my most current. (On a side note...look at the pic of my bald head and my current one....notice anything besides hair missing? Hmmm? Like the DOUBLE CHIN I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD!) Geez.
Don't know why I was bald? Read This.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Baby Bump - 16 Weeks

I was getting ready to go to the gym. That's why I look so fabulous! :)

All Kinds Of Hats

Bay had her birthday party on Sunday. Hats seemed to be the theme! :)
Kaylana being a cowgirl!
Bay's new helmet, to go with her new rollerblades.
Avery marches to the beat of her own drum!
Landon like the helmet, too!
My little cowboy.

Friends That Have Become Family

On Saturday we were invited over to Crys' house for her daughter's birthday party. I love Crys and I was so excited to get to know her family better. We had so much fun...Lilly needs to have another birthday party soon! :)

The Birthday Girl
Ryleigh and Bailey doing crafts...because Crys is cool and plans stuff like that!
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 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. :)

My Animals At The Zoo

Ever get that feeling that you cannot stay in your house for one more minute, without going absolutely crazy? That was the point I hit last week. Get. Me. Out. Of. This. House.
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." :)

Riding the train at the zoo. Luke and Landon's favorite part.
Brittney dragged us all over the zoo, just so we could find drinks in animal cups.
The kids appreciated her efforts! Avery! Luke! Aww, maybe next year you'll be tall enough for us to see your faces.
My three chummy girls.

Too bad this isn't how they are really born.
I could sit on a giant egg.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


There are certain milestones you look forward to, during a pregnancy.
Obviously, the positive pregnancy test, after your missed period.
The first doctor's appointment.
The first time you hear the heartbeat.
The first time you feel the baby move.
The first time Dad gets to feel the baby move.
The ultrasound.
The first Braxton Hicks ("oh, feel, my belly's hard!")
The day you pick out the name.

However, with all of these, you can't forget the ever important:
First time you pee your pants!

Oh, joy.
Let the laundry begin.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Baby Check-up - Week 16

Everything went fantastic at the doctor's today. I found out that I haven't gained anything and my blood pressure is great.
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

Lost And Found

"I can't find the babies."

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.
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.

Maybe I DO Know What I'm Doing

I know. All I've done is complain about school and the complete STRESS it is causing me. I know that I just need to keep my ultimate goal in mind and know that one day, this will all be worth it.
With that said, I am going to take a minute to brag tell the world about my accomplishments this week. Now, I say brag tell, because dang it! I have been working my butt off! My entire family and most of my face to face friends can attest to the fact that I have been in hiding since this semester started. I don't go out much, I don't watch TV (thank goodness my DVR is kindly holding everything for me), I'm always on the computer working or doing's a wonder that I'm not divorced and alone by now.
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

Happy Birthday Bailey!

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

I Promised To Pimp Her Out

My sister got a blog! (First, let me take credit for the title...I came up with it, but it was too late to use it for mine...I wasn't gonna I let her take it over...and dang it...I like it!) LOL

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 make sure she's still alive and breathing! :)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

>Some Clever Title I'll Come Up With Later<

Work is killing me.
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.
And drooling.
Don't judge me.

*4 more weeks....4 more weeks....4 more weeks....*

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Name Change

So....there I am. Sitting in the living room reading the Bed, Bath and Beyond catalog. Never knowing that reading page 5, would possibly change my life. :)
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

Three Little Miracles

Mom went to the doc this week and they gave less than encouraging news. Some tumors have gotten bigger in the liver and lungs. Damn it, just when things were starting to look up and I was able to "forget" about it for 5 seconds. We don't know if they'll try new chemo, or give her more time on this one...hopefully we'll know more in a week, when she gets to see her doctor, instead of just the PA.
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.
In the photo, left to right:
Brittenay - Due January 25th
Brittney - Due March 21st
Me - Due January 8th

"A baby is God's opinion
that life should go on."
~Carl Sandburg~

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Another Avery Antic

So, I'm in the bathroom getting ready and Josh comes in, carrying the 3 year old.
"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

Baby Weight

I'm struggling.
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!

A Good Reminder

A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
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 just might have to spend it tutoring me on my math! :)

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

I'm Pregnant

I'm Pregnant. You know how I know? It's not the fact that Aunt Flow has been missing. It's not the spontaneous puking or the tender chest. It's not the anger that flies from my fingertips like lightening bolts. It's not the headaches.
It's the crying. Everyday. All day. I can't think of the last day I made it through, without tears.
Every little thing makes me cry. It doesn't even have to be something sad...I bawl like a baby.
I found myself sitting in the van myself...while I was crying.
Because I'm aware that I'm ridiculous. I'm aware that it's the hormones. This has to be a girl and we have to be sharing the estrogen, because it's getting out of control. I've been pretty good about hiding most of it ("No, no, Mommy's not's my allergies.") because I don't want everyone in my family to think that I need to be committed.
It's those moments when you are alone...and your mind starts to wander...that's when the tears come.
Damn! Even just thinking about it! Here it comes...

Sunday, July 6, 2008

They Always Make Me Laugh

So, right after I posted the last post, my kids came home from visiting with Grandma. I got to hear a wonderful story from my two oldest about "one pig was laying down like this (she crouches on the floor) and the other one ran and jumped on top!"
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!

Me. So. Tired.

I haven't posted in 4 days! That is so rare for me! I have a lot of pictures that I want to post...but I'm too tired to go get my camera.
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

Happy 4th of July!

I know, this post is early, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE this holiday, so I'm sure I'll have lots of pictures to post on the 4th.
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 freaking retards "less informed" people of society, that do nothing but criticize his career. The people that do not show respect for the flag, or his uniform. The people that protest the war. The people that can do all those things...because of his sacrifices.
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.