Monday, August 31, 2009

Lake Point Days - 5K

Bailey and Ryleigh ran the kids' mile and did SO great! Bailey took a minute off her time from last year and Ryleigh took off FIVE minutes! I'm so proud of my girls.
I did the 5K with Mickey and Gail. The heat was insane and there was no water stations, but all in all, we did pretty good. It did remind me that I need to get back to training!
Two beautiful girls and one tired momma! Patti, Me and Gail
What a good sport! (Don't worry...she got me back!)
Avery and Pres were a great cheering section! Luke never sits still long enough for a picture.
Gavin and Pres (Uncle Kevin holding them)
It's so great to have such a supportive family cheering us on!
Mickey got me into running in the first place...and she encourages me to keep it up!

It was a great way to spend a Friday evening. It's always nice to see people encouraging each other and reconnecting with old friends.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sorry, Baby. Not All Your Dreams Will Come True.

"Momma...I miss Grandma."
"I do, too, baby. I do, too."
"I wish she was here."
"I do too, baby. I do, too."
"Sometimes, I dream that she didn't die and she's still here."

It sucks being a Mom sometimes. When you have to be the one to tell your child that no matter how much they want something...they will never get it.
I don't want to be the one that tells my children that they cannot achieve all their dreams... no matter how hard they work. I don't want to be the one to tell my children that some things are out of reach. I don't want to be the one to break my children's hearts.
But, sometimes, that's part of the job of being the Mom.
Breaking their hearts.
And being there to hold them...while they cry.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

First Day Of School 2009

There is "beautiful"...and then there are these two. I cannot believe how grown up these two are getting. They were so excited to start school this year, but I am still in shock that I have not one, but TWO kids in school all day.
They both do wonderfully in school, so I'm not worried. Hopefully math will come a little easier to Bay this year, but her spelling and reading is above grade level. I'm hoping Ry comes out of her shell and is a little less shy, but again, her reading is beyond where a barely 6 year old should be.
I'm so proud of these two. I'm so lucky to have such caring, intelligent, beautiful daughters.


Presley - Nine Months

Presley just keeps getting cuter and cuter. Her little personality is really coming out and there isn't a day that she doesn't have us laughing. She's still tiny, coming in at 14 lbs 12 oz and 26.5 inches, but she is a big bundle of giggles, in a small package. I couldn't pick just a few, since she took so many good shots. Enjoy!

Pres's Owie

Presley has had her first owie...and it was all my fault. I sat her up on a stump to take some pictures when we went camping...and it didn't go well. My poor girl got a scraped nose and head. She earned her first band-aid, which she promptly took off and tired to eat.

Luckily, she was still my smiley girl and forgave me a short while later.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Comic Relief

I had time to kill this morning between dropping kids off at school and Presley's doctor's appointment, so I figured I would treat Avery and Luke to some yogurt and playtime at McDonald's. They don't start school for another week, so I feel bad that they feel left out. While we were playing, I sat with Pres in the toddler area. In that area is a rotating toy that has all the planets on it. Well...this is what happened...

Avery: "What planet is this?"
Me: "Earth."
Luke: "What planet is this?"
Me: "Mars."
Luke: "What planet is this?"
Me: "Saturn."
Avery: "What planet is this?"
Me: "Pluto. But that's not even a planet anymore."
Luke: "What planet is this?"
Me: (Yeah, I'm juvenile. I was laughing on the inside.) "Uranus."
Luke: (As loud as he freaking could) "Hey Avery!! That's my anus! Did you see my anus?"

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Driving home from the doctor's, there is a spot that gets poor radio reception, so for a few minutes we listen to static.

Avery: "Mom, can you put on another song? Someone scratched this one!"
Me: (laughing) "Avery, it's the radio, not a CD."
Avery: "Yeah, but it's scratched, can you put on a new one?"

Just Because

Just because I don't do things your way, it doesn't make me wrong. I do what works for me and I don't feel that I should have to explain myself to you.

Just because I question things, it doesn't make me stupid. It means that I prefer to develop my own opinion on a subject and not just follow the loudest person.

Just because I cry, it doesn't make me weak. It means that I can be hurt and that I am human.

Just because I want different things than you, it doesn't mean that I am making a mistake. It means that I am being true to myself.

Just because I don't tell you everything, it doesn't mean that I don't trust you. It means that someone else trusts me, to keep my mouth closed.

Just because I kept my mouth closed, it doesn't mean that I am hiding anything. It means that I've realized that words cannot be unspoken and the pain that they can cause, cannot be forgotten.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Years Go By

Tomorrow morning I will drop this little girl off at her 3rd grade classroom. I don't know how the time passed so quickly, or how she got so big, so fast. This little girl made me a mommy for the first time and we have learned so much together. I'm going to miss her imagination and her chatter.

Tomorrow morning I will drop this little girl off at her 1st grade classroom. She has tried her entire life to catch up to her big sister and now it has kind of happened. She is "finally" in school all day, just like her sister. I'm going to miss her quiet, gentle personality.
In two weeks, I'm going to drop this little girl off at her second year of preschool. She has been stubborn and a fighter since the moment she was conceived. I brought home her tiny little body from the hospital and she has been doing things her way, ever since. I won't lie...I'm going to enjoy the 2 1/2 hours of quiet, from her being gone. :)
In two weeks, I'm going to drop this little boy off at his first year of preschool. I can't believe that the time has come for my tiny "Little Man" to go off without me, to learn new things and meet new friends. I was so scared to be the mommy to a boy, but he and I have figured it out along the way. Again, I can't lie...my house will stay cleaner with him gone for 2 1/2 hours! :)
This little peanut has done a lot of her own growing over the last 9 months. It will be nice to have some quiet time with her, a few times a week. The thought of her ever being old enough to go to school, makes me tear up. She is my baby. My perfect, tiny baby. I can't picture the day that I will drop her off and drive away. But, I know that all too soon...it will come.

I teach you to walk,
so that you can learn to walk down your own path.


I teach you to talk,
so that you can make your own thoughts and opinions known.


I teach you to ask questions,
so that you will make appropriate choices.


I teach you to stand up for yourself and your family,
so that you will understand that I will always stand up for you.


I teach you to forgive,
so that you will know it's okay to make mistakes.


I teach you compassion,
so that you will learn to never judge another.


I teach you, but all along you teach me...
how important my job really is.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Presley's Fourth Letter To Grandma

Dear Grandma,

Time is passing quickly, Grandma. I can't believe it has already been over three months since you left me. So much has changed and I have changed so much.
I'm becoming very mobile and I like to scare Mom by rolling and scooting my way under the kitchen table. She doesn't find it funny when she can't find me...but I do! Mommy says I am so cute and smiley. She hugs me extra tight, to make up for the hugs I don't get from you.
School is starting soon and Mommy is realizing how different it will be this year. Grandparent's Day. The preschool Halloween program. The first grade circus. All of the things that you looked forward to every year, will now pass with tears. Mom will always see an empty seat, that you should be in.
We talk about you every day, Grandma. We know that you are healthy and pain free, but it's hard not to selfishly want you here with us. No one is ever really prepared for the hole, that death causes in their life. Knowing that we will all be together again one day, isn't comforting when all we want is you here now.
I love you, Grandma. Mommy loves my smiles when I sleep and she knows it's because you are whispering in my ear. She says thank you for the beautiful double rainbow the other day. Two perfect rainbows...one for you and one for Jared. It reminds us to pay attention to the beauty among the rain.
The happiness, among the tears.

Love,
Presley

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

It Takes One, To Know One

I love kids. Apprently it's not just mine that can make me burst into fits of laughter with their comments.

Little boy from down the street: "Where's Luke?"
Me: "He'll be out in a few minutes. He was taking a nap and had an accident, so he is taking a shower."
Boy: "An accident? What happened?"
Me: "He went potty while he was sleeping."
Boy: (gets an understanding look on his face) "Oh, okay."
Me: "It happens sometimes, huh?"
Boy: (shrugs his shoulders) "It happens to me all the time."

Monday, August 17, 2009

What Is It About That Man?

The ice cream man, that is.
The annoying music blaring from the ice cream "truck" (van) is enough to make me shudder in pain, but add to it the over-priced ice cream and it's just too much. I'm not paying for ice cream...I'm paying for the "experience" of buying ice cream out of a van. My suggestion that I hand out popsicles to my kids while sitting in the mini van was just met with "Mom, are you nuts?" looks.
How does he always knows when when to drive up my street? It's always right before dinner. It doesn't matter what time of day I plan on serving dinner, he knows to arrive about 15 minutes before that.
It doesn't just seem to be my children affected...all the kids on my street run for the truck like junkies to their dealer. The frantic begging and crazed look in the children's eyes makes me ponder the thought that there must be a mutation in their pre-pubescent genes, that makes this happen.
Whatever it is, I can't bring myself to pay $2.50 for one frozen novelty treat. Call me cheap, but I'd rather take my kids to the Golden Arches and get them a $0.50 ice cream cone.
Besides, with that $2.00 worth of ice cream comes 30 minutes of peace, while they get lost in the playland.

Friday, August 14, 2009

What Aisle Does That Happen On?

I took Bailey and Ryleigh school shopping last night. I figured I should get some grocery shopping done, since we were already out, so I stopped at a Walmart that isn't our usual one. As we walked in, to this extremely busy Walmart, this happened:

Bailey: "Ohhh...I remember this Walmart. We've been here before."
Me: "Yeah, you have. This is the Walmart that I got sick in, when I was pregnant with Pres."
Ryleigh: (in her LOUD child voice) "What, Mom? You got pregnant in this Walmart?"

Yeah...I wasn't being stared at. Not at all.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Gimme An A!!!

...and a B.
Okay, a B-.
Final grades are in. Life science was an A and chemistry was a B-. I'm not particularly happy with my chemistry grade, but what can I do about it now? I've just got to move forward and work my butt off next semester. I was right on the edge of a B and had hoped that the professor would bump me up a grade...no such luck.
The university is still working on hiring a new science professor, so I haven't yet registered for fall semester. Once they get that resolved, it looks like I will be taking microbiology and physiology.
I stress over my grades, because I know how competitive nursing school will be. I will be competing to get a spot against younger girls, who don't have a full family life bidding for their attention at home.
It'd be wonderful if life experience could play a role in my acceptance. My role as "mommy" has exposed me to more in the last nine years than any "fresh out of high school" girl could ever dream of. If I can give medications by IV, remove stitches, monitor blood pressure and respirations, give breathing treatments and place a feeding tube in my own child, without blinking an eye...that should count for something! All of the hours I've spent in the Emergency Room, Same Day Surgery, Labor and Delivery, Antepartum, Postpartum, the NICU, the PICU and the general Ped's floor should count toward my degree!
Think they'd go for it?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Current Things In My Life...

...that gotta go!

* This stupid summer head cold that is making me miserable. I don't like it one little bit. Cold symptoms AND body aches? It just ain't right...

* Delays on posting final grades. Seriously, prof...my syllabus outlined when I had to take my tests and if they weren't taken on that day...too bad, so sad. So why is that your "syllabus" given to you by the school says that final grades have to be in by August 6th...and you don't feel the need to follow it?

* Collection calls. I'm aware that I have medical bills that need to be caught up, due to my darling daughter's early arrival. However, like I've told you, my husband's hours were cut at work. If I had the money...you'd be paid. I'm pretty sure you can't repo my daughter, so back off!

* Two-faced people. 'nuff said.

* My children's ability to destroy my house in one day. I can't believe the destruction that can be had, at the hands of these tiny monsters.

* Stress. Money stress, kid stress, work stress, cleaning stress, auto stress, STRESS. It's all gotta go.

* Weight gain, even though I'm working out again. It's not fair!

* My pessimistic attitude. Yeah..I'll admit it. *sigh*

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

I'm A Stalker

C'mon...admit it...everyone has a little bit of "stalker" in them. You know it. I know it. Why else are you even reading this? :)-
You know that you have certain people and/or websites that you stalk. Be it myspace, or facebook, or classmates.com...or if you're creepy, other websites.
I am admitting to all of you...that I am a stalker.
I have been online a good 20 times today already, and it's barely noon.
I'm watching. I'm waiting. I'm refreshing my page.
I think I may have a bit of a problem.
But, honestly, can you blame me?
Seriously...
HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE USU TO POST FINAL GRADES???


What? Did you think I was gonna admit to stalking you?
LOL Maybe next time...