Thursday, June 30, 2011

Updates on MY World


I got a call from the Children's Center this week. She has been assigned a therapist and they scheduled her first appointment...for August 31st. *sigh* Yeah, two months from now. I really wanted her therapy long under way before school was in session, but what I want doesn't seem to matter much. They advised me that they will be sending a packet of information and paperwork for me to fill out and her first appointment will be approximately 2.5 hours long. Wow. I'm still terrified of this process. It's completely unknown and untraveled territory.

Other Munchkins

The kiddos are great. They are enjoying summer break and making me insane, in the process. We have been trying to keep them busy with trips to the park, BBQs and fishing, but they still manage to fight like animals. ;)


Running has been a fabulous outlet for me, lately. I'm running 3 miles at a time, now and doing great. My first 5K (that I'll run in it's entirety) is coming up on Monday. I'm really excited for it! I can't believe that I am going to achieve this goal, after all these weeks of training! I'm really proud of myself. Josh has been running, also, training for a half marathon. He's loving it and doing great. It'd be wonderful for us to both be ready to do Portland's half marathon in May 2012. Maybe we could sneak away for a little vacation, by then!


I am really enjoying being out of school and can't imagine fitting it back into my schedule. But, at the same time, I'm excited to start working toward graduation, again. I cannot wait to be working in a field that I am passionate about!


Be prepared for picture overload in the coming days. I finally cleared off the camera! Holy moly, I have some cute kids! ;)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I'm Jealous Of My Two Year Old

I'm finally willing to admit what all Moms out there just don't have the guts to say.

"I'm jealous of my two year old."

Yep, ladies and gentlem...naw it's probably just ladies that read heard it here first. I. Am. Jealous. Of. Her. Now, before you start calling the men with the little white jackets to come and take me away...hear me out.

If the girl bats her eyes at anyone, she gets whatever she wants. I have witnessed that girl covered from head to toe in chocolate milk powder, my kitchen violated to hell and back with food condiments and heard her father say, "Oh...oh...where's the camera? Look at her face!!!" Uh...huh. Last time I tried to bat my eyes at the authorities to get my behind out of trouble, I was written an $80 speeding ticket and told to "Try to have a better day...".

The girl can rock any outfit under the sun and it is cute. It doesn't matter if it matches, or not. It doesn't matter if it fits right, or not. I have taken her out in public in footy pajamas, a tutu and moon boots, with marker drawn on her face and still overheard, "Awww...look at that sweet angel." Huh. If I were to wear that same outfit, I'd be the headline act for the People of Walmart website.

At the completely opposite end of the spectrum, is the fact that the girl is comfortable in her nakedness. As soon as we walk in the door, she strips down and flies through the house, not caring who sees what. *sigh* Now, as her mother, I'm hoping she develops some modesty in the next couple years, however right now, she does make me laugh. I haven't been that comfortable in my skin since 1982. It's not fair that she makes cellulite look cute and there is an entire industry aimed at charging me $100 a bottle for lotion, guaranteed to rid me of mine. You know...if I had any.

If she has a bad day (you know, like when her kids make her absolutely insane all day, she locks her keys in the car, forgets her wallet when she goes grocery shopping and breaks her favorite pair of sunglasses...ahem...) she is allowed to vent her frustration by laying on the floor, kicking and screaming. She can scream until she is red in the face and tears are running out of her eyes. She can scream until her voice is hoarse and her lungs burn. She can look like a complete maniac and observers will just shrug their shoulders and accept the explanation, "She really needs a nap". If I did something like that, I would earn myself a 72 hour observation period on the mental health ward...

..with clean sheets, meals brought to me...that I didn't have to cook or clean up, plenty of quiet time to sleep, entertaining people to watch, a therapist to vent to and drugs...

*devious giggle*

...I recant my previous statement. Call those men with the little white jackets... ;)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Who You Are

Some things...some things I can't even blog about. Because writing them down, makes them real. But I'm struggling with a personal issue and while I'm not ready to detail it out...just acknowledging it is sometimes therapy enough, for me.

I love this song. I love the lyrics. I love the message. I love the artist. I love the video.

"Who You Are"

I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, every body's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
(who you are [x11])

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould, yeah!
The more I try the less it's working, yeah
'Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no...

Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
But tears don't mean you're losing, every body's bruising,
There's nothing wrong with who you are!

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WOAH!
Just go, and leave me alone!
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that's my home!
That's my home, no...

No, no, no, no, no...
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It's okay not to be okay...
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.
Tears don't mean you're losing, every body's bruising,
Just be true to who you are!
yeah yeah yeah

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Explaining It To The Kids

I sat down with Bailey and Ryleigh today and explained a few things to them, today. They were beginning to notice that Josh and I are treating Avery a little differently and I didn’t want them to start thinking that we favored her, in some way.

I began, by explaining to them that what I told them was to remain between us. I love my children…and their want to share everything with everyone. However, I don’t need them attempting to relay information to the neighborhood kids, the neighborhood kids hearing what they want, instead of what is said and then Avery being treated differently. Then I explained that we recently took Avery to the doctor and found out that her brain works a little differently than theirs does. She is unable to process emotions, like when she is angry or sad or frustrated, the same way that they do. I told them that she becomes over stimulated and cannot process all the extra noise, so it agitates her. I told them that we will be taking her to a therapist over the next few months to discuss how to help her, but in the meantime, they will see Daddy and I and anyone else who interacts with her, treat her a little differently. We may explain things differently and we may implement some alone time for her, to calm her down, if we see it becoming necessary.

Bailey offered to give Avery her bedroom (she currently shares with Luke, because those two have always been two peas in a pod), so that she had have a room all to herself. This would allow her to have an area where she can shut out the noise of the house and re-center.

Bay knows this isn't a permanent solution, but it would help for right now, while we start down the path of finding some other coping skills. She has since completely taken over and switched out the rooms, with Ry's help.

My children may fight. They may drive me insane. They may frustrate me to the point of tears...

...but they also come together, in the blink of an eye and show me how much they love each other. That means the world to me. <3

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A Journey Of A Thousand Miles...

...begins with a single step.

The appointment with Avery's doctor went well today. I quietly explained to the nurse that I wanted to speak with the doctor privately, at first. So she made sure Avery was settled with a movie and I was in a room close to her.

Her doctor started by asking about her lungs and how she has been doing coping with allergy season. He knows her history and this is always his first concern, with her. Then, he asked me what has been going on.

So...I started to cry...

...then, I apologized for the word vomit about to spew out of my mouth...

..and then I laid it all out. All of it. He wrote a lot down, but asked very few questions. Probably because I didn't give him much of a chance...I was talking a mile a minute.

In the end, he said that it is known that preemie births/traumatic births can cause issues later in life. Perhaps this is playing a role. In addition, the stress her body endured during the RSV ordeal could also be playing a part, because of her being on oxygen for so long. He said, honestly, there is no way to know for sure. However, it made me feel better that my suspicions were somewhat validated, before I even voiced that I suspected that these events could have had an impact on her.

He said that there is some obvious frontal lobe immaturity. She lacks the ability to discern right from wrong, as quickly as she should. He said that there is also some emotional development issues, something that you would typically see resolving around 18 months to 2 years of age. As a result, he has referred us to The Children's Center, which is staffed with psychologists and clinical social workers. They will be able to properly evaluate and diagnose her and provide a treatment plan.

I don't know what this will entail and to be honest, I'm completely overwhelmed. I know that I just need to calm down and take it one step at a time, but staring down what may be a long road, is scary. The center only provides care to children ages 0-7, so I'm also left wondering what happens in a year and a half, if we still need help? After establishing a relationship with a therapist, will we be forced to start all over, with a new one?

So many questions, but all I know is this: no matter what it takes, I will do it.

Monday, June 13, 2011

I Feel Loved

Wow. The support I have been shown, since the post about Avery, warms my heart.

I got so many wonderful comments, emails, messages and texts...thank you. It means a lot to me. That truly was the hardest post that I have ever written.

Very few people in my life knew about the struggles we have had with her. We have always joked about "Avery's Antics" and many of the stories are just comical things that my sweet girl has done. Others...are stories that I rolled my eyes and tried to joke about, but I knew deep down were just another sign that something was wrong.

Avery was very bonded with Mom and I don't know if she has become worse since her passing because of the loss of her in her life, or because she would have anyway. Or maybe a little of both. Mom was one of the few people that could always calm her down and reach her, when no one else could.

As tomorrow's appointment approaches with her doctor, I find my nerves getting the better of me. I hope that I'm able to convey everything to him, in a way that makes sense and allows him to understand what we have been going through. I've decided that I don't want her in the room when I explain everything to him, because I'm sure that I will get upset and cry and I don't want to upset her. I also don't want her to feel like she's done anything wrong. All she knows is that we are going to the doctor to talk to him about why she gets upset sometimes.

Bottom line, I will do whatever is necessary to help her. I would much rather help teach my six year old how to cope, then wait until she is sixteen to pick up the pieces. I have to be strong for her, no matter how hard it is.

So, again, thank you, to those of you who reached out to me. I needed it, more than you know. <3

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Come Run With Me, My Baby Boy

While discussing my recent love of running with a friend of mine, she told me how much running personally saved her. She said that was her time to clear her head and pray. I share a special bond, one I would prefer not to have, but a bond nonetheless, with this friend. Her mother is fighting cancer and I've watched her ride the support rollercoaster...a ride I know all too well. When she told me that she would run and pray, my heart lurched, as I knew what she was praying for.

While running a few nights ago, our conversation played in my head. I thought about Mom and how much I missed her. She would have been proud of what I was accomplishing. Sometimes, when I need strength, I find myself "talking" to Mom, in my head, asking for her guidance. I ask her to watch over me or to help me make whatever decision I'm struggling with. There have been so many times that I have felt her close and I know that she is ever present in my life.

That night, however, my thoughts turned to Carter. My angel baby should be 2 1/2 now, just a little older than Peanut. I feel at peace with his loss now, however I do think of him, often. I found myself talking to Carter, as I ran, telling him that I loved him and missed him. I pictured him as a tiny, little boy, running along behind me and I swear I could almost hear him giggling.

As I approached the last half mile of the run, I was struggling. I was tired and sore and didn't know if I had it in me. I found myself asking Carter to come run with me and help me. "Come run with Mommy, Carter. Come hold my hand."

I don't care what you do or don't believe, but I felt a warmness and calm come over me, just then. Suddenly, my calves were no longer hurting and I was not struggling to breathe, like I had been. My heart rate slowed and I felt light. I knew he was there and I fought off tears, as I easily finished the last half mile. 

My baby boy had come to run with his Mommy. <3

Friday, June 10, 2011

The Hardest Post I've Ever Written

When a mother has a child, she wants that child to be perfect. She spends the entire pregnancy doing all that she can, to ensure that she is growing a healthy child and worrying...that something could go wrong.

It is no secret that I was terrible at being pregnant. I consistently dealt with pre-term labor through out my pregnancies, even including premature rupture of membranes at 29.5 weeks, with one of them. I've spent countless hours holding down my couch and hospital beds, trying to keep my baby in, just a few more days. I've dealt with horrible side effects from the the medications administered, in an effort to stop my labors.

Sometimes, the doctor's efforts worked and I was able to carry to 38 weeks, other times, they did not and I found myself delivering as early as 33 weeks. Thankfully, I can say that even my 33-weeker was incredibly healthy and I didn't deal with many of the issues that preemie mothers typically face.

Avery was our first preemie, born at just barely 35 weeks. We were warned that she would most likely have some eating/sucking issues and perhaps be unable to maintain her body temperature. It was reasonable to expect that she would spend some time in the NICU, while she adjust to life outside the womb, over a month before she was supposed to. At 7 lbs 3 oz, though, she was perfectly healthy and never required any special care. She was never admitted to the NICU and she was able to come home with me, never needing extended stay care.

Everything was perfect and wonderful with her, until she was about six weeks old. She woke up one day and I just knew that something was wrong. She had been acting a little sick, but even now, I don't know what alarmed me so much. After calling her pediatrician and finding out that I couldn't get her an appointment until the next day, I decided to take her to emergency, at Primary Children's Medical Center. 

The entire 40 minute drive there, I talked myself out of going, several times. Here I was, a mother for the third time, but I was acting like the over anxious, crazy first time mother, that rushes her child to the doctor every time it sneezes. I couldn't even really explain to the nurse why I had brought her in, other than she had a cold and seemed "off".

All hell broke loose, about half an hour after we arrived and they were assessing her oxygen. As soon as they realized her oxygen saturation was in the 40's (it should always be at least above 90!), the nurse screamed at me to run and holding Avery tightly in my arms, we tore through the ER to a resuscitation room, at mach speed. The next half hour is a blur of them bagging her, (because at this point she ceased breathing), nurses and doctors running in and out, machines beeping loudly and me collapsing on the floor, sobbing.

I'll take this moment to point out mother's intuition. LISTEN TO IT. Had I not left and taken her to the hospital when I did, she would have stopped breathing at home. If I wouldn't have been in the room with her and noticed...we would have lost our daughter.

The next two weeks were...hell. There is no other way to describe it. She was admitted to the Intensive Care Unit and was given a private nurse, around the clock. She stopped breathing more times than I can count over the first day and a half. After bagging her for almost an hour (off and on), one of the times, they decided to intubate her. She had to be sedated during this time, because she would fight the ventilator. It was determined that she had RSV, obviously a severe case and her preemie body was having a very hard time fighting it off. In addition to that, she dealt with bronchiolitis and a noscomial blood infection, as well.

I have never been so scared, in my life. I would have given anything to trade places with my baby girl. Seeing her suffer and knowing she was in pain, was the worst thing I had ever experienced. Watching a baby in a neighboring cubicle struggle for life and then pass away, while we were there, did nothing to ease my fears. I spent hours and hours holding my baby girl's foot (because I couldn't hold her), whispering for her to fight. "Just keep fighting baby girl. Mommy and Daddy love you so much. You are so strong and so brave. I love you. I love you. I love you."

Two weeks after our hell began, we were able to leave home with a still sickly, still on oxygen and many medications, baby girl. They had taught me how to place a feeding tube and feed her (thankfully, we didn't have to do that for long), to avoid her aspirating any food during feedings. They gave me an apnea monitor that would alarm if she stopped breathing (or held her breath too long. Or hiccuped. Or blinked.) so that I had some peace of mind and could try to sleep. I was terrified she would stop breathing again and this helped ease my fears, a little.  

Life continued on and Avery overcame much of that ordeal. Her lungs were very affected by the RSV and ended up in and out of the hospital over the next few years for bronchitis, pneumonia and asthma attacks that I was unable to control at home. In addition, she has had her adenoids removed and tubes placed in her ears, twice. She was the only toddler I knew, that would sit calmly and endure breathing treatments, every few hours, around the clock.

Now, what's my point with all this back story? Avery hasn't had it easy. She has been through more in her little life, than most adults. It has made her tough and it has made her strong willed. I cried for that baby girl to keep fighting...and she continues to fight, today.  

I also wonder if any of the trauma she endured as an infant...plays a role in the issues we are dealing with, today.

Avery can be a happy kid. She can be so sweet and loving and helpful. When that girl giggles, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone within ear shot, who doesn't start smiling. She has the most beautiful eyes, that truly define the phrase "window to the soul". I see so much, when I stare into those eyes.

Unfortunately, what I always see, isn't good.

My little girl is angry. Very, very angry. She is sad. And I don't know why.

We used to assume it was just Avery being a toddler and her outrageous temper tantrums would go away as she grew older and matured. She just turned six and these episodes show no sign of stopping.

She's throwing a temper tantrum...punish her. Yup, that's what we thought,too. We have tried time-outs, taking away privileges, sending her to her room, not allow her to participate in activities we did with the other children and yes, she's even gotten spanked. We've even gone the other way and rewarded good behavior with treats, lavish words of praise and encouragement and special one on one time with Josh or I. With the other children, these types of reactions to a "temper tantrum", would typically cause the fit to cease, rather quickly.

Avery is different. We have found that if we respond with any type of negativity (spanking, yelling, ect.), she immediately goes in to a manic rage. These periods can last hours and during that time, she becomes completely unreasonable. Just looking into her eyes, you can see that she is not herself. Her eyes become very distant, she repeats herself and screams excessively, she becomes violent and destructive and she cannot comprehend anything that we say to her. We can repeat over and over, for hours, why she must follow whatever particular rule has upset her, but she will not process what we are saying.

These episodes do not always occur because she is in trouble. She does not deal well with having her routines changed. If we have done something a certain way and then suddenly change it, it can cause her to melt down. It can be something as simple as which chair she sits in at dinner or a change in our plans for the day. With the other children, I can explain the reason for the change and they are able to adapt quickly. With Avery, it becomes the end of the world.

Another thing we have noticed that sets off these episodes is loud noises or repetitive noises. We know for a long time, she had diminished hearing, due to her chronic ear infections. Once the tubes were placed (the first and second time), she suddenly had full hearing and the world became very loud to her. Background noises that she probably wasn't hearing before, now became a source of frustration and annoyance. Sometimes, simply giving her a pair of ear plugs can calm her down.

Many times, Avery will spout off mean things, like her brain lacks a filter to stop every thought she has, from being spoken. We all have mean thoughts from time to time, but she will voice them (I hate you. You're a jerk. I'm going to hurt you.) without it ever crossing her mind that she shouldn't say it out loud. Most times, immediately after she says it, she gets a shocked look on her face, like "where did that come from?" and she will quickly apologize.

This isn't normal.

We know this.

It's hard to admit that something may be "wrong" with your child. It's hard to admit that you need help. It's hard to have people look at you and assume that you are a bad parent. It's hard to know that people think that you just don't know how to control your child. It's hard to know that people are judging you and assuming that you just let your child get away everything, when in reality, you are lost. No one has seen the numerous avenues you have tried and taken, to correct your child's misbehavior. They just assume don't know what you're doing.

In reality, we are slowly figuring out what responses, or in some cases, lack of a response, works best with her. We cannot respond the way the world wants us to, because that simply does not work. It may make me feel better to scream and yell, but it is doing absolutely nothing to remedy the situation.

It breaks my heart, to have this little girl climb on my lap and cry, asking why she's so mad all the time. I don't have an answer for her. I don't know why she's so angry. I don't know why she can't control her emotions, the way even my two year old is beginning to master.

I'm thankful to have a friend in my life that has a son with a few of the same symptoms, as Avery. I can talk to her and cry to her, knowing that she is probably the only person in my life, besides Josh, that understands my daily battles. She understands the internal battle, I've had for years, with reaching out for help. I don't want Avery forever labeled as "......". I don't want her to be known as a child with "......". I'm scared to think that I may need to medicate my child.

However, with her encouragement and seeing how well her son is doing with his treatment plan, I have made an appointment with Avery's pediatrician, for next week. No longer will I hide her struggle, or mine...and I will ask for help. There has to be a way to make my child happy and comfortable in her own skin. I'm willing to do whatever is necessary, to coax that happy little girl inside of her, to come out to play, more often.

When a mother has a child, she wants that child to be perfect.

Avery is perfect to me. I just need to help her realize it, too.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Attitude of Gratitude

I'm feeling really grateful today.

I'm grateful for my husband and all the hard work he does every day, so that I can stay home with our kids. I give him grief quite often that he "gets" to go to work and get adult time, while I'm "stuck" at home with the children. Realistically, I know that he is dealing with a few adults that act like children...and I don't envy him. Then, when he comes home, he dives in and takes care of the kids and helps around the house, without a complaint. I know how lucky I am.

I'm grateful for my children. They make me absolutely insane...but teach me something new, every single day. I have learned more compassion, patience, unconditional love, kindness, how to relax and how to quell my gag reflex, from them, than any other people on the planet. There is never a day that goes by, that they don't make me laugh. There is never a day that goes by, that I don't stare at them, amazed that they are mine.

I'm grateful for the family and friends in my life that love me, regardless of my mistakes. For the ones that call me out of the blue...and forgive me when I don't do the same. For the ones that listen when I need them to and allow me to listen, when they need the same. For the ones that let me pick their brains, when I need help and trust me enough to ask my opinion, when it is needed. For the ones that make me laugh and have seen me cry. <3 <3 <3

I'm grateful for my body. It sure ain't as pretty as it used to be, but it created six perfect children and allowed me to give birth to five wonderful kids. It's allowing me to push it new goals now and I'm thankful that I've been able to achieve what I have. I can't wait to see what else I can do!

I'm grateful for the opportunity to go to school. It hasn't been easy, but I know that is going to be so incredibly worth it. Not only am I showing my kids what hard work and perseverance can do, but I will be able to better provide for them, in years to come. In addition, I am pursuing my passion! Nothing will make me happier, than the day that I can officially sign my name with R.N. after it. I will do it, obnoxiously, for an entire day. ;)

I'm grateful to have a job that allows me to work from home and is so flexible. Sadly, I will never become rich from it, but it satisfies our needs, for now.

I'm grateful for good songs, that make mundane chores, fly by! Dishes aren't so bad, when a booty shakin' song is playing in the background! ;)

I'm grateful for my blog. It allows me to document all the crazy memories I don't want to forget. It allows me to vent about the things that I shouldn't actually say out loud...but, that would eat at me otherwise. It allows me to share my triumphs and failures, so that others can relate. It allows me to give a voice to those that don't have one and to discuss topics that I feel strongly about. It allows me the chance to share the world: through the eyes of ME.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Overcoming Myself

Well, let's recap, shall we?

I'm almost done with week three of my ten week training for the 10K and I'm feeling amazing. I'm achieving things that I never have before and it's making me completely rethink my capabilities. I have this photo as my background on my laptop, so that I have to see it every day. It is a constant reminder that a lot of the limitations I think I have, are only in my mind.

My training partner and I are running two miles straight now, with no walk breaks. We have taken to hitting the pavement, not the track, so we are dealing with a little bit of incline and varying terrain, as well. As someone who has only ever run two miles straight once in her life...on a treadmill, in an air conditioned gym...this is an amazing accomplishment! I have finished many 5K's in my life, but never without walk breaks. I'm excited that I will be able to complete this year's 4th of July 5K by running the entire thing.

More importantly than the miles, is the fact that every single day, I am overcoming myself. There have been days when I have been nauseated from nerves, all day, anticipating that I will fail that day's goal. However, *knock on wood*, I have yet to ever "fail" to reach the goal set for each day. Some days have been harder than others and there have been days that I have had to really dig deep to finish...but, I did.

That alone, has amazed me. I have never before been able to stifle the voice in my head trying desperately to convince me that I can't do this. Three weeks ago I struggled to run one lap around the track and didn't know how I'd ever run two miles. Now, I'm running two miles and I don't know if I can run six miles...but I know I will!

A, B, C...Now You Know Me!

I stole this from my beautiful friend, Lacey Williams. I saw it on her blog and thought that it was such a cute idea, that I had to do it! Here we go:

A. Age: 29...heading to 30, very quickly. I'm not gonna lie...I'm half looking forward to it and half terrified! My plan is to go skydiving for my birthday! I've always wanted to go and how else could I better commemorate such a milestone?

B. Bed Size: King, but sometimes that doesn't even seem big enough!

C. Chore you hate: Laundry. I will separate it and wash it, but when it comes to folding it and putting it away? Ugh. There is nothing I hate more.

D. Day: Hmmm? What are you asking? My favorite day? I have so many. They all involve the people that I love, in one way or another.

E. Essential Start to your Day: Brushing my teeth. I don't feel awake, until I do.

F. Favorite Color: Depends on what the color is for. But I love blue, black and browns.

G. Gold or Silver: Silver

H. Height: 6'0", BABY! I have to say, I've just recently learned to embrace my height. I've always hated it, but now? I'm loving it.

I. Instrument: I don't play any, but I would love to learn to play the piano, the guitar and the drums.

J. Job Title: Quality Inspector for home owner's insurance reports. I get paid for that title. Student. I pay for that title. Mom and Wife. I love that title.

K. Kids: 5 with me and 1 in Heaven

L. Live: ...every day to it's fullest

M. Mom's name: Helen

N. Nicknames: LeeLee, Leeannimal

O. Overnight hospital stays: Oh boy. My tonsils and adenoids, five births, weeks and weeks of antepartum stays, my hysterectomy, my children's many hospital stays, Josh's appendectomy...uh...I think that covers it...?

P. Pet Peeves: Fake people. Arrogant people. Mean people. <---Ditto Lacey. Plus, when people leave lights on in rooms they aren't in, or cupboards open in the kitchen.

Q. Quote from a Movie: "I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?"
R. Right or left handed: Right

S. Siblings: 2 sisters, 1 brother, 2 sister in laws and 4 brother in laws

T. Time I wake up: If I have to work, then 5:45 am. If I don't, then around 8:30 am.

U. Underwear: ...uh...under my pants...?
V. Veggie you dislike: brussel sprouts

W. What makes you run late: Josh. Yeah, it's not the kids. It's usually him. Don't let him tell you any different.
X. X-rays you've had: Umm...lots of MRI's and CAT scans. Dunno about an Xray.

Y. Yummy food you make: All my food is yummy, thank you very much.

Z. Zoo: Love the zoo! We buy a family pass every year, so that we can go as often as we want!

Now the real fun part....YOU do it too so I can get to know the ABC's of YOU!!!!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Happy 8th Birthday, Ryleigh Roo!!!

My Ryleigh Roo - You are one of the sweetest kids I know. You are mature beyond your years and have always had a tender, nurturing side of you, that makes my heart melt. One day, you are going to be the most amazing mother. You are incredibly smart and I know that you will be able to easily accomplish anything that you choose to do in life. Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. I love you, so very much. You make me smile every single day and I'm so proud to be your Mom. <3