Thursday, July 23, 2009
All of my old blogs ...
Ok ... so I use to have a blog site on my myspace account. I blogged alot about the kids and every day life in our house hold. But once I switched over to my facebook account, I have to admit ... I stopped blogging ... and have not done it in a year. I think back to all of those days I missed ... and wonder how I will ever remember everything that happened.
So with that said ... I decided to start this family blog site ... and bring all of my old ones over to this site. So please excuse the blogs from here on down. They are actually backwards in date. They go from 2006 to 2007 ... instead of the newest happening to the oldest dated blog. But ... this gets me caught up ... and I can start fresh on my blogs from here on out.
Enjoy
Eythen James
My little two year old. Our family was not complete with out you. I remember the day that your Daddy and I found out that we were having a boy. Daddy did not even hug me, because he took off running into Burnap Brothers shouting "I am having a boy finally!" Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind. All I knew the past 3 years of being a Mommy was the color pink and big bows. I did not know what to do with a boy.
Then on September 30th at 7:00 in the morning you were born by c-section. The moment they let me hold you, all those fears went away. You were the most handsome little man I had ever seen. You looked just like Breeanna and Harleigh. You had curly dark hair and all the "boy parts" you were suspose to have (Daddy checked MANY times to be sure).
I remember there was a waiting room full of people to see that you were born. But that is about all I remember beacause the pain killers kicked in (Daddy called them the "I love you" medicine because I told everyone I loved them when I was on it. Including the doctors and nurses!)
I love your curly hair, your blue eyes, your long fingers and big hands, the way you light up when you hear the garage door open and know someone is coming in, your little birth mark on the small of your back, how you hardly spoke any words but could say "Jayhawk", the wrinkle of fat on your wrist, the way your skin is just so soft, your innoncence, how cute you look in your "big boy boxer/brief pants", the way you swing your arms when you walk down the hall, tucking youin at night and you kissing my forehead, watching you trying to throw the ball and it just drops out of your hands, when you "pretend to laugh", when the girls try to get you to do their ballet moves, how sweet you are, when I tuck you in and whipser "I will love you for forever, I will like you for always. As long as I am living, my baby you will be", , and that you are my favorite baby boy in the whole world!
You are what completed this family Eythen. You made the four of us become five. There has never ben a dull moment since you arrived. You have us scared a number of times from not knowing the health of you before you were born, to the RSV hospital stay, to the tubes in the ears, numerious ER visits we have had, and all the bumps and falls you have taken. We love you so very much E-Man and could not be prouder to call you our baby boy! Mommy and Daddy love you!
Harleigh Jene
Oh Bugs. My crazy little four year old. You have most definately made us laugh so many times we have lost count! You were baby girl number 2 in this family. Your Daddy and I bought you brand new things so you would not have a single hand-me-down (even though your big sister was only 13 months old when you wer born).
On October 22 at 7 in the morning you were born into this family by c-section. You were a good pregnancy. I was at work every day and worked up to the day you arrived. You were a blessing in so many ways. Breeanna was certain that you were her new little doll that we brought home.
Bugs, I love your huge dark brown eyes, how your hair is crazy in the morning, how you call Eythen "little buddy", your unbelievable love for animals, watching you look at yourself in the mirror when you do not think anyone is watching, when you do a thumbs up to us while winking, how you can stay entertained for hours with your Polly Pockets, how independent you are in life, your smile when you are trying SO hard to be extra sweet, when you have pig tails in your hair with big bows on each side, your innocent voice, when you skip, how when we take you to the KU football games you only care about the cheerleaders, when you say "Let's get out of here", when I tuck you in and you whisper "I love you" to me, when you do not want to do something you plain and simply say "not right now", how you want to get a nose ring just like Mommy, and kissing your chubby little cheeks and you laughing about it.
Bugs, you amaze me in little ways. For expample how you one day told me that this is my collar bone. What! You know where your collar bone is but you sometimes thin there is a "z" in your name. You are so smart and loveable that Daddy and I can not get enough of you. You simply make everyone smile.
Harleigh you have brought just what we needed into this family; never a dull moment! You are our middle baby girl and NOTHING will ever replace the special place you have in our hearts. You are one of a kind and they broke the mold when God made you. Mommy and Daddy love you, Bugs!
Breeanna Nichole
Breeanna . . . our little sissy. I remember the day that your Daddy and I found out that we were pregnant with you. I think we sat in silence staring at each other for 15 minutes or so. You were our honeymoon baby (our Jamaica suvenior is what Daddy called you) and the best gift we could have gotten for our wedding.
On July 23rd after being in labor for 26 hours, you were born by c-section. You were the first baby on both sides of the family. You had enough clothes for a set of triplets. And boy did I have fun dressing you in pink and bows. You taught us so much and put up with us learning as we grew together.
Sissy, I love your unbelievable blue eyes, your curly hair, how innoncent your smile is and heart catching at the same time, that you are our big helper, how sensitive you are, that you have a memory like I have never seen before, your passion for coloring, when you sound out words and try to write me a letter, your excitement for tap and ballet, how caring you are to everyone around you, how you do not like Felix to sleep on your bed (because he takes up to much space), when you try to do your own hair, how grown up you look when we straighten your hair, when I took you to your first day of kindergarten and you just took off smiling (you were much braver than Mommy that day), when I tuck you in at night you whisper with me "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I am living, My baby you'll be, how you love to go shopping with me, how good you are at sports, and that you are and will always be our baby girl.
Breeanna not a day goes by that I do not look at you and nearly get tears in my eyes because you are growing up so very fast and I can not slow it down. You have brought so much life and energy to your Daddy and I.
Sissy, I want you to know that you may be our oldest, but you hold a special place in our heart because you were our first at everything (Daddy's first diaper change!). You are my pride and joy and I look forward to learning so much more from you. Always remember Breeanna, that Mommy and Daddy love you!
Our newest family member ...
January 2nd, 2007
Well, after 8 years of Clint telling me that he wants a dog. And then the kids tugging at our heart for the past year. I caved in and welcomed a new member into this family.
We went to the pet store, Pet Land, in Olathe today. I knew once we walked in we would not be walking out without some sort of pet to join our cat, Felix. The dogs sure were cute! Harleigh of course, wanted them all. She was going crazy just looking at them. Eythen was drawn to a huge Lab. He kept tapping the window saying "Hey Tuppy! Hey Tuppy!" The dog would put his paw on the glass and Eythen would just laugh. Breeanna was drawn to this little rat looking mut of a dog. (poor thing was not cute) We narrawed it down to two of them (that we could afford! Who charges $2000 for a dog!) and they put the girls into a little room to see how they interacted together. They were jumping on Harleigh and licking her. They chased her in a circle. Breeanna got out and wanted to check out the hamsters and bunnies. Eythen was still entertained with the large dog. After 45 minutes of deciding which one would be the best for our family, Harleigh chose a little black dog with huge curls called a "Snoodle" (part something and part tea cup poodle). The sale associate was wonderful with the kids. She took them around the whole store and told them what they needed to pick up to take care of our new pet. They carried all the items around and thought they were really cool for being "big" kids and "buying" the items.
While we were waiting for the adoption process, Harleigh decided that she also wanted fish and Breeanna wanted hamsters. (No we did not come home with them, too!) As we were walking out with our new puppy, the girls both decided on the name, Lucy. She is as cute as can be. (She is asleep right now. ahhh) When we were getting the kids in their car seats, Harleigh asked if she could hold, Lucy. As Clint is handing Lucy to Harleigh, Harleigh says "Well where is Breeanna and Eythen's puppy?" Clint told her that Lucy was all of our puppy and she says "No she is mine. Where is there's?" We had to laugh over that one.
So there you have it. When I married Clint I promised that we would never have a dog. I am not a dog person. They scare me. But three kids later, who am I to say no to them having something so innocent and important in their lives. I have a friend who had a dog named, Molly. She had that dog from her childhood and it just passed away about 8 months ago. She told me that Molly was there for her through everything and I could see how much that dog meant to her. I pictured my kids with such an important aspect in their life and knew I could not say no to my babies. Plus, I think Harleigh batted her eyes long enough to Clint that he could not take breaking her heart another day.
Well, after 8 years of Clint telling me that he wants a dog. And then the kids tugging at our heart for the past year. I caved in and welcomed a new member into this family.
I will look back on this and laugh ...
January 11, 2007
Ok . . . . How it happened, I do not know. Why it happened, I do not know. When exactally it happened, I do not know.
Let me start at the beginning. I was back in Clint's & my room folding laundry. I was folding back by the bathroom because our new puppy likes to drag the clothes off & I was tired of chasing her all over to get back a piece of clothing. Harleigh & Eythen were watching Dora the Explorer (or so I thought). Harleigh came into my room and said "Mommy, Eythen just colored on the wall." I told her that I would be there in a second. In my head, I thought he got one of the crayons out and scribbled on the wall. Nothng big. Nothing to rush into the living room for. He was 2, he could not do that big of damage. It could wait until I was done folding the laundry, right!? WRONG!!!
I walked out of our room heading down the hallway when I spotted it . . . the CANVAS of markers ON MY HALLWAY!!!! Oh yeah!!!!! Both sides covered just high enough to wear they could not reach it anymore. (I say "they" because I found out later that Harleigh was part of the "master plan".) I stood there in shock. Then at the end of the hallway I spotted Eythen admiring his artwork IN THE LIVING ROOM!!! Oh yeah!!! My walls in the living room were done just as high as his little hands could stretch up to. I turned to my left and my FRIG even got a color job to it!
I just sat down on the floor shaking my head. The tears started to fill up in my eyes. Why would my son do this? Hadn't I taught him better than this. Yeah, he is only 2, BUT he is taught better than this. Or so I thought. I looked up to Harleigh rubbing my shoulder saying "I only colored the little picture of the cheeseburger over there. Eythen did ALL the rest." I looked over at Eythen and he was pointing to his "art work" saying "No No!!!!!" I looked at him and said "You think?"
I then noticed Eythen taking off down the hall. He turned around to look at me & said "Tome Heeere!" I got up & followed him. We got into the girls room & there it was! OH YEAH!!!! More art work. My brand new freshly painted walls were now a 2 years olds canvas.
I just could not control the crying by then. I called Clint, but only gasp of air would come out. (Let me remind you that his new place of employment DOES NOT go for phone calls during work.) Finally when I got it out, & told him, he said "Ok, I will call you later." I am not sure what I thought would happen by me calling Clint. Did I actually think a 2 year old would know that I was calling "Daddy"? Did I think that would put some fear in him. Uhhhh . . . . NO! He just kept pointing at it saying "No NO!!!"
Clint called me when he got off of work & asked if my tears had stopped falling. Then he laughed & said "How many Magic Erase's do I need to buy."
Ok . . . . How it happened, I do not know. Why it happened, I do not know. When exactally it happened, I do not know.
Let me start at the beginning. I was back in Clint's & my room folding laundry. I was folding back by the bathroom because our new puppy likes to drag the clothes off & I was tired of chasing her all over to get back a piece of clothing. Harleigh & Eythen were watching Dora the Explorer (or so I thought). Harleigh came into my room and said "Mommy, Eythen just colored on the wall." I told her that I would be there in a second. In my head, I thought he got one of the crayons out and scribbled on the wall. Nothng big. Nothing to rush into the living room for. He was 2, he could not do that big of damage. It could wait until I was done folding the laundry, right!? WRONG!!!
I walked out of our room heading down the hallway when I spotted it . . . the CANVAS of markers ON MY HALLWAY!!!! Oh yeah!!!!! Both sides covered just high enough to wear they could not reach it anymore. (I say "they" because I found out later that Harleigh was part of the "master plan".) I stood there in shock. Then at the end of the hallway I spotted Eythen admiring his artwork IN THE LIVING ROOM!!! Oh yeah!!! My walls in the living room were done just as high as his little hands could stretch up to. I turned to my left and my FRIG even got a color job to it!
I just sat down on the floor shaking my head. The tears started to fill up in my eyes. Why would my son do this? Hadn't I taught him better than this. Yeah, he is only 2, BUT he is taught better than this. Or so I thought. I looked up to Harleigh rubbing my shoulder saying "I only colored the little picture of the cheeseburger over there. Eythen did ALL the rest." I looked over at Eythen and he was pointing to his "art work" saying "No No!!!!!" I looked at him and said "You think?"
I then noticed Eythen taking off down the hall. He turned around to look at me & said "Tome Heeere!" I got up & followed him. We got into the girls room & there it was! OH YEAH!!!! More art work. My brand new freshly painted walls were now a 2 years olds canvas.
I just could not control the crying by then. I called Clint, but only gasp of air would come out. (Let me remind you that his new place of employment DOES NOT go for phone calls during work.) Finally when I got it out, & told him, he said "Ok, I will call you later." I am not sure what I thought would happen by me calling Clint. Did I actually think a 2 year old would know that I was calling "Daddy"? Did I think that would put some fear in him. Uhhhh . . . . NO! He just kept pointing at it saying "No NO!!!"
Clint called me when he got off of work & asked if my tears had stopped falling. Then he laughed & said "How many Magic Erase's do I need to buy."
Ok, so it all came off, but my walls do look horrible. Where we (as well as Eythen & Harleigh) scrubbed the walls, there are smears. Almost like, the top layer of nice new paint was taken away. Who ever did invent these Magic Erase things needs a noble prize from the Mom Society. Seriously! They are amazing. But to inventor of them, can they make some sort of Magic Erase thing that will wipe away the terrible two's?. Now there is an idea!!!
The donut snatcher ...
January 23rd, 2007
Ok . . . So I have this 2 year old, right! Well, I know I have blogged about this little "angle" before, but he is just a cute little boy with big curls and huge blue eyes disguisted as a little dickens!
After school I took the kids to go get Krispey Keme donuts. Yeah, I am not really sure if I went more for myslef or them. I will admit that. But any who, I went and got a dozen. I figured they could have one after school and one for an evening snack. That still left one for mornng (if I did not eat them first. lol)
We got home and Harliegh and Eythen wanted theirs right away. Breeanna wanted to wait awhile for hers because she just had kindergarten snack time. Harliegh is taking her time eating hers and laughing at Breeanna while Eythen ate his in 3 bites. (Ok, maybe not really 3 bites, but you would think so if you sat there and watched him.) He instantly headed to the box that I had on the counter, reaching up for it. I told him "No we are going to wait for later to have another one." About 40 minutes later, Harliegh asked if she could have another one. I told her "Ok, but there was not gong to be another one this evenng for their night time snack." She nodded at me and I told her to grab one for Eythen while she was there. Once again, Eythen ate this one in record time. He did just what he did the last time after he ate it as well, he went straight back to the counter to the box. I said "No" and walked over to the counter and pushed it all the way back. I went back to the couch (Oprah was on! NEVER miss Oprah!). I kept a close eye on Eythen. He kept staring at the box, then at me, the box, me, box, me. He then turned around, staring straight at me and began to head down the hall (still turning his head to look at me with this "grin" on his face). About 30 seconds later, here comes Eythen with one of his chairs from his room. He is grunting as he is carrying it. No way. He is not about to do what I think he is! Is he? No! Ummm . . . yeah! Staring at me nearly the whole time as he is passing me in the livng room he makes a bee line for the cabinet. Sits the chair down. Looks at me, the box, me, the box, me. He steps up on the chiar and reaches his little hand as far as it will go and grabs the corner of the box and pulls it towards him. I just sat there wondering if he only had some sort of speical hearing. You know like the whistles that only some animals could hear. Was that it? He looked at me and I shook my head no at him. He smiled, titled his head, and as fast as he could, he threw one on the floor for Lucy (our dog) then "double fisted" two donuts and got down from the chair lightening fast. Walked past me THIS time not "noticing" that I was sitting right there.
Ok, so the rest of the story we will not share. Let's just say . . . No one wound up with the donuts because they were not eatible by the time it was all said and done. Oh my little E-Man. The patient tester. The "It seemed like a good idea at the time" kid. The "Blame my sister" child. The kid that is so darn cute, that you forget that you are mad at him 2 minutes later.
Cloudy days ... love it!!!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Ok . . . this is my favorite kind of day! Cloudy! It is perfect weather. It is just cool enough to wear a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Love it! Although I enjoy snowy weather even more, but those days seem to be far and in between now a days that I will take a cloudy day, any day!
One thing though, who in the world is reading this besdies my loyal reader, Hilary (lol). I had 49 people read my blog the other day and there is just no way that that many people care about my "stay at home Mommy" life! So who are all you people? Seriously, who are you?
Last night I practiced Breeanna's words with her that she is learning in kindergarten. We even read some books. I went to go get one book for her called "I like". When I suggested that we read that book, she looked at me and said "that is ok, I don't need it. See . . . " "I like apples. I like pears. I like carrots." The little pistol memorized the book. Made me laugh. My baby girl.
Harleigh completely has a new bestfriend, the puppy Lucy. She carries her everywhere, she dresses her, reads to her, and wants her to sleep and go everywhere with her. This is the best thing we could have ever gotten the kids! Well worth the bill for the next two years that we have to pay on little Lucy!
Eythen's new obsession is a huge flashlight. He carries it everywhere. He will shine it in your face and say "I SEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU!" Oh the amount of money we have spent on batteries already. Cheep entertainment though! The big news for Eythen is that he is getting a "big boy" bed offically tonight(a twin size bed). He has been in a toddler bed since he was 14 months old, but we have been holding off on buying a new bed since we moved here in case we needed the money for some emergency for the house or something. But tonight is the night! My baby boy is no longer a baby! (Well, first we need to get this potty training thing down before he is offically a big boy I guess.)
That yucky feeling ...
Sunday, February 04, 2007 So my baby girl, Breeanna has the flu. My poor baby. She has a fever of 102, which has made her littls cheeks all rosey and red. She has that "look" in her eyes. You know, the one that just says "I can not even move because every inch of me aches".
So Clint went to Lawrence to get her a bunch of movies and a milk shake (by her request). I tucked her in her top bunk all tight and cozy. She has a cup with Spite next to her. She is in her favortie pajamas. Her hair is pulled back out of her face. And she has her pink "blankie" snuggled up next to her.
Why is it when we are sick, even as audlts, all we want is our Mommy's. Mommy's are what makes us feel better. Mommy makes that "icky" feeling not so bad. Mommy is the one that knows exactly what to do. I know even to this day when I am sick, I tell Clint "I want my Mommy", in that voice that would make anyone feel sorry for you. I guess there is just something about a Mommy that makes all the bad go away no matter how old we get in lfe.
I don't get it ...
Friday, February 09, 2007
I don't get how you are suspose to fold fitted sheets? They never seem to fold all nice and neat!
I don't get how I can memorize words to every song known to man, but still have to count on my fingers.
I don't get that no matter how careful you are at eating spaghetti, it STILL gets all over your face.
I don't get why poeple line their rear window of their car beanie babies.
I don't get beanie babies, period!
I don't get why some people have a handi cap sign in their car, but you see them walking to their car with not a problem in the world . . . . and then take the handi cap sign off their rear view mirror when they get in their vechile.
I don't get why sweatpants are not sexy.
I don't get why the good things in life (like chocolate) are full of fat and the gross foods are healthy for you.
I don't get why men say "Yeah, we are pregnant with our 2nd child". HUH? Last I knew the girl was the one carrying the extra weight up front and going to give birth while the guy just stood there.
I don't get why the more alcohol one drinks the hotter they think they are each time they look in the mirror.
I don't get why seeing someone else fall down is so darn funny.
I don't get how some people have never snorted when they have laughed. I think that means they have never truely laughed.
I don't get adults that carry around purses that have cartoon charters on them.
I don't get why there are suddenly no matches for some socks once they come out of the dryer. They were there when I put them in.
I don't get why your kids don't talk when you want them to, but choose to repeat things that you had NO idea that they heard you say.
I don't get how anyone got ahold of someone before cell phones.
I don't get what happened to Saturday morning cartoons? They sure are not worth waiting all week for Saturday to come and getting up at 6 am anymore. Are their even cartoons on or just "teen" shows?
Just my husband and I ...
February 12th 2007
Couple time . . . it is so few and in between. When it does happen the time seems to fly by and before you know it you are "Mommy and Daddy" again. Having kids is the MOST rewarding job in the world. They make you smile, laugh, and remember that you do not have to color in the lines all the time. Kids teach you to stop and breath in the fresh air, to sit on the porch to look at the stars, and to catch fireflys again. There is nothing more rewarding and outstanding than having children bless your lives. Unfortunately, you forget how to be a coulpe along the way.
The every day things: laundry, dishes, bathes, picking up toys, paying the bills, getting super on the table, working to provide for the family; over take you and you become two people passing in the hallway sometimes and do not have a spare second to say "hello", because two kids are fighting, someone fell down and hurt themselves, or the millions of books that need to be read or games to be played out weigh the "hellos" and conversations that you are missing out on between each other.
Then when the kids are in tucked bed, the dishes are done, the house is spotless (until 8 am when the kids head out for another round), and laundry is put away . . . you sink into bed with a sigh (you know that sigh . . . the one that says "AHHH . . . the day is over!!!), you close your eyes, and another day passes without that "hello" between the two of you .
Well, this weekend was different for Clint and I. We got to be a couple again. We got to answer to "Clint" and "Jill" not "Mommy" or "Daddy". We got to go out to eat at a REAL restaurant, not McDonalds. We got to walk around holding hands with each other, not a kid in between us wanting them to swing them as we walk. We got to sit DOWN TOGEHTER to watch a movie, not fighting for a spot on the couch with the kids to watch Sponge Bob. We even got to laugh at stupid things we did, not Harleigh winking at strangers or Breeanna singing at the top of her lungs or Eythen saying "Oh Tay".
I can not tell you the last time that Clint and I just walked togther in the park holding hands, or the last time we laughed so hard that we could not even breath, the last time we talked to catch up each other. It was well needed and so worth it. Although, by Sunday morning . . . when we woke up and it was totally silent in the house, we were SO ready to go get our kids back to have "us" back to normal. Because "us" is not complete unless there are five of "us".
Quotes by Harleigh ...
4 year old is one of a kind. She says some of the darnest things.
: "Good news is, I did not hurt my brain."
: "You sure are a grumpy old troll."
: "Let's get out of here."
: "You are freaking me out."
: I AM going to pick up my room. I just NOW decided that I WANT to do it."
: "Come on little buddy."
: "Don't worry Mommy, I only did that part. Eythen did ALL the rest."
: "You are my sunshine, my only sunhine. You make me happy, when skies are gravy."
: "What is that smell?"
: "It is just me, Harleigh . . . not Breeanna or Eythen."
: "What is today? Is it tomorrow yet?"
; "Don't worry, my puppy (a stuffed animal of hers) has a body, not just a head. It is just sitting in my purse."
: "That's because . . . "
Are you kidding me ...
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Ok . . . this being sick thing is for the birds. My family can not seem to get rid of it. It totally sucks. My poor little Breeanna seems to get hit by it the worse. She missed a full week of school in January. All she ever had was a fever. Never a complaint about anything hurting. Just tired with a fever.
Two weeks ago, I got the throwing up flu on Sunday. Eythen got it Sunday night, then Harleigh Monday evening, and Breeanna early Tuesday morning. It was horrible! But some how Clint missed out on it all. No idea how the whole house got it and he did not. But so far he is free and clear.
Then this past Tuesday I got a call from the school saying Breeanna had a headache and a fever. I sent her back to school on Wednesday thinking she was fine. After I droped her off, about an hour later, my head began to hurt. So I checked my temperature and sure enough I had one. About an hour later Eythen was curled up on the chair and his cheeks were beet red. I checked to see if he had a temperature and he did. Not more than an hour after that, Harleigh was in the couch with a fever saying her head hurt. Argh!!! Will this sickness ever end.
I went to bed Wednesday night thinking that everyone was fine. Temperatures were gone, kids had been playing, all we well . . . or so I thought. I woke up at 1:30 am to Breeanna crying next to my bed saying her head hurt again. I felt her head and she had a fever AGAIN!!! Two seconds later Harleigh was crying. I went into her room and she said her head hurt and she was warm AGAIN!!! Wait a minute . . . is that Eythen crying, too? Yep! Eythen was dripping in sweat because his fever was so bad. Poor baby! Not to mention my head hurt, but I did not have time to even think about that. I poped some Tylenol and began to take care of my babies.
So ... that is why I started this blog at 2:30 am. I had Harleigh on the love seat covered up, Breeanna on the couch covered up and Eythen was in his room watching a movie. Sigh . . . . I have used more Lysol than I ever thought possible!!! I have washed every possible bit of cloth in this house. Not to mention I have bought more liquid Tylenol for the kids than one person should have to on a year (Let alone two months).
Clint you ask . . . is he sick yet? No not yet, but he did say that three people on his crew were out since Friday afternoon and Monday. So I am betting that he will get hit, but the question is when and how bad.
Ok . . . this being sick thing is for the birds. My family can not seem to get rid of it. It totally sucks. My poor little Breeanna seems to get hit by it the worse. She missed a full week of school in January. All she ever had was a fever. Never a complaint about anything hurting. Just tired with a fever.
Two weeks ago, I got the throwing up flu on Sunday. Eythen got it Sunday night, then Harleigh Monday evening, and Breeanna early Tuesday morning. It was horrible! But some how Clint missed out on it all. No idea how the whole house got it and he did not. But so far he is free and clear.
Then this past Tuesday I got a call from the school saying Breeanna had a headache and a fever. I sent her back to school on Wednesday thinking she was fine. After I droped her off, about an hour later, my head began to hurt. So I checked my temperature and sure enough I had one. About an hour later Eythen was curled up on the chair and his cheeks were beet red. I checked to see if he had a temperature and he did. Not more than an hour after that, Harleigh was in the couch with a fever saying her head hurt. Argh!!! Will this sickness ever end.
I went to bed Wednesday night thinking that everyone was fine. Temperatures were gone, kids had been playing, all we well . . . or so I thought. I woke up at 1:30 am to Breeanna crying next to my bed saying her head hurt again. I felt her head and she had a fever AGAIN!!! Two seconds later Harleigh was crying. I went into her room and she said her head hurt and she was warm AGAIN!!! Wait a minute . . . is that Eythen crying, too? Yep! Eythen was dripping in sweat because his fever was so bad. Poor baby! Not to mention my head hurt, but I did not have time to even think about that. I poped some Tylenol and began to take care of my babies.
So ... that is why I started this blog at 2:30 am. I had Harleigh on the love seat covered up, Breeanna on the couch covered up and Eythen was in his room watching a movie. Sigh . . . . I have used more Lysol than I ever thought possible!!! I have washed every possible bit of cloth in this house. Not to mention I have bought more liquid Tylenol for the kids than one person should have to on a year (Let alone two months).
Clint you ask . . . is he sick yet? No not yet, but he did say that three people on his crew were out since Friday afternoon and Monday. So I am betting that he will get hit, but the question is when and how bad.
Girls Night ...
March 16th, 2007
So "girls night" use to have a different meaning to me. It use to mean that me and my girlfriends would head out for for a night out at the bars. We would score free drinks, laugh, flirt and dance out booty off. Oh how times have changed. Now my "girls night" is so much more worth while. My "girls night" is better than a night at the bar anytime!
It is just me and my girls this weekend. No boys are in the house at all. Just three girls all by ourselves. We went to the Kansas CIty Mall and went to Build A Bear. What an experience that was. The girls' eyes lit up when we walked in. You would have thought they were in Cinderella's castel the way their eyes were taking it all in. They made the bears and named them (Sally and Ariel). Each one picked out an outfit for their bears and had the time of their life. When we walked out, Breeanna just hugged me a said "Thank you Mommy for taking us." Harleigh chimed in with "You are the best Mommy Ever!!!" How could that not bring a smile to your face?!?!?!
We had supper at the food court and sat there and talked for about an hour. It was so fun. We laughed and giggled over everything. I felt just as much like a kid as they were. We even shopped in some stores and tried things on. I finally had my little shoppers hanging with me. No stroller. No diaper bag. No carrying someone after 5 minutes because they were tired. My little girls were not so little in my eyes anymore (which is kind of sad for me). We each picked out a piece of candy at the candy store and sang at the top of our lungs on the drive home.
So as you can see, "girls night" has a new meaning to me. One that has forever replaced the old meaning in my heart. One that will forever make me choose a trip to Chuckie Cheese or Build a Bear over a bar night ANY night!!! Thanks for my "girls night" Breeanna and Harleigh!
Oh No ...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Oh NO!!! I knew it was bound to happen. I hoped and prayed that it would not, but knew it had to happen sooner or later. Clint go the flu. Oh yes, my man is sick. In my previous blogs, I stated that me and the kids had been hit with the throwing up flu and then two weeks later had the fever and headache flu. Some how, Some way, by Some chance Clint had missed it ALL. He even slept in the SAME bed as me!!! He did not sleep in the spare bedroom, he layed right next to me and did not get EITHER flu!!! But, he has been hit now. (ugh for him and double ugh for me . . . after all he is a man sick).
I love my honey pie with all my heart, but is there really anything more pathetic than a man sick? I feel for him. I really do. There is nothing worse than throwing up with the chills. He took care of me while I was laying on the bathroom floor and did not have enough energy to get up to go back to the bed, and I wlll take care of him with his every need as well (with a smile on my face . . . I might be uttering words under my breath, but I will have a smile on my face!!! haaa haaa).
I have noticed though that when Clint is sick, he can not do ANYthing for AT least two to three days. Now, when a Mom is sick, we have that brief moment when the kids are watching a movie, or taking a nap, or even those small moments where they are playing and no one is killing each other. In those moments is when we have to throw up, take our temperature, get warmed up from the chills, take some medicine, and lay down for the remainding moments we have to spare. then it is back to "MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM" "MMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM, I need you!!!" "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOMMM". "Can you hear me??? I need you REALLY bad!!!! MMMMMMOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM" So you muster up all your strength you have to get out of bed to get the kids a snack, pick up the mess that happened in your "moment" that your guard went down (you know when you had the bathroom door locked trying to throw up while they were knocking on the door saying "what is that noise?" . . . . yeah that moment!!!), give the kids bathes, feed the cat and dog, empty the dishwasher, scrub off the toothpaste off the bathrrom sink (how is it that kids ALWAYS smear toothpaste on the sink . . . but yet NO ONE saw JUST who did it???), throw a load of laundry in the washer, pack lunches, lay out clothes for school the next day, and if there is no energy left by then . . . order a pizza for supper.
After all . . . . there is no sick day for a Mom. So how is it that when my husband is sick he gets to lay in bed the whole day, watch tv, nap, and have me bring him anything he needs when he ask for it. HHHMMMMM . . .. I think I need to rethink things. How can I get a vacation day scheduled around here? Anyone know how to go about doing this? Who do I call? Anyone have the number? Can I get a "fill in" for the day that answers to "Mom", "Mommy", and "Momma"? I would take one of these "vacation days" every now and then. Shoot, a sick day would have helped these past two months around here.
Beer to soften the blow ...
MARCH 25TH, 2007
First, let's all take a moment to ourselves to scream, kick, punch the thing nearest you, cry (which is what I did), or lay on the ground in disbelief that our Jayhawks did not win. AUGH!!!
Last night Clint and I went out with another couple, Bill and Amy to watch the game. I have to say that this was the first time that I ever watched the game in Lawrence at a bar (just NOT the same as watching it in Emporia!!!). All of us got there more than two hours before the game even started. The place was already packed. Every where you looked was a sea of blue. People had their KU beeds on and the beer was flowing. Shoot, someone even brought a HUGE stuffed Jayhawk and was having everyone touch it for luck.
What an atmosphere to be in though. I have been to the KU football games and the KU basketball games, and each place is just surrounded by KU support. I mean it just poors out of every inch of the field house or the stadium that you are in. The same goes for watching the Hawks in a bar. Everyone was screaming and cheering as the game came on the tv. People were looking around at everyone else, making sure that the person behind them could see the tv's. People were giving high-fives to total strangers when KU scored. It was just another great experience with fellow Jayhawk fans. I guess this IS why KU was named the most supporting fans in the nation!!!
With two minutes left in the game (and it NOT looking so well). Everyone in the bar was trashed (including me, Clint, Bill and Amy). Bill was pouring another glass of beer for everyone and I turned to my right and there was no Clint. As the last two minutes ticked on, everyone in the bar was still cheering "Let's Go Jayhawks" (clap ** clap ** clap**), but Clint was not returing. I knew my die hard fan of a husband was really pissed off and upset somewhere. So Amy headed out one side of the bar and I headed out the other to find him. I seriously had to fight back tears as the seconds ticked off the clock and KU had to walk off the court with a loss. I found my honey in the truck, smoking a cigarette totally upset. (Well, actually MANY cuss words were coming out of his mouth.) I think everyone felt the same pain my husband had. The bar cleared out really fast. Everyone had a look of sadness in the eyes. This was KU's year. This was the year that KU was going to take it all. UCLA . . . come on!!! Are you kidding me!!! We deserved to be there and were better than them (stomping my foot).
Well, it was a great night (beside the loss). Clint and I had a great (drunk) time. Thanks Bill and Amy for asking us to go out (AND finding us a babysitter). Oh yeah . . . to all of you that were going to come to our house next Saturday for the big Final Four game . . . I guess that is off since KU is no longer in it. (sigh again).
Fresh air blowing ...
March 27th, 2007
I am sitting here with the windows open in the house with the air blowing in the windows. What a feeling that is!!! I can hear the birds chirping and our neighbors are mowing their lawn. The sounds are so famaliar and that glimpses of spring are in the air. Spring just makes you want to go out and run around the block like a kid again. The fresh air and great temperature is soothing to the soul. This the first time since Clint and I have lived together in 7 years that I HAVE a deck door to open and let fresh air in. This is the first time that I can open the windwos myself and not have Clint bangingin on them because they are stuck shut again (oh our good "ol house on Mechanic Street). You truely forget how great it makes you feel having fresh air in your house.
We live 2 houses from the nieghborhood park and you can hear kids playing and laughing throughout the day. People are out walking their dogs till night time is falling. Neighbors stop by to chat with you if you are out in the front of you house. It is just a great neighborhood to be in and Spring is letting Cint and i see it. It is just completely different from when we lived in Emporia and lived on Mechanic street and had people flying down a one way street, drunks throwing beer bottles in our yard, someone spray painting our privacy fence, stealing things from our yard, and of course someone breaking the windows in my Sequoia. And we did not have the best neighbors on Mechanic street . . . they are not the type to stop and say hi to you . . . they were more the type to look out their window and see if you were doing something they could call the cops on you for.
I am truely loving being at home with this kids right now, too. We walked to school this morning, played at the park when we got back and had a picnic outside for lunch. Yeah, spring means less clothing (which means no baggy sweatshirt to cover up those fat spots), but I am SO ok with that this year. Yeah, I am chunky but who cares. I am a great Mom and Clint and I are more in love right now than we ever have been. So I will lay in the tanning bed to get some color and put on the shorts and forget about the flaws that I have always wanted to get rid of. They are not going to go anywhere, so I might as well except the extra "pounds" that I have on myself and live life to the fullest. Because there is no one that is going to live my life better for me than myself!!!
Another year older ...
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Well, I am learning to embarace my thirties completely. I did not want to turn thirty I wanted to remain in my twenties. Twenties meant that I was still youthful. Thirties meant that I was no longer . . . well . . . . no longer young. But I have learned that this is so untrue. I am still as silly, fun loving, crazy, snort when I laugh girl that I was when I was twenty. But now that I am thirty, I can be those things as an "adult" (lol) After all . . . a good friend told me that 30 is the new 21!!!
I have to say though, that I have learned alot over the past year. There are two big things that I have learned over this past year that I think are huge stepping stones into "adulthood". I have learned so much about my marriage and friendship. Two big things in someones life. Right???
Friendship . . . as one gets older you do not have all those "bestfriend" that you had in higschool and junior high. You know what I mean . . . every week you added someone else to your "bestfriend" list. In college you had you party girls and could never imagine life without them. As the years went on, so did peoples lives; kids came into the picture, careers took charge, everyone moved in different directions. Before you knew it, you were keeping in touch once a year with a Christmas card. Basically, there just comes a point in your life that you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. But it is not giving up . . . it is realizing that you don't need certain people and the drama that they bring. So laugh when you can, apologize when you should and let go of what you can not change.
Marriage . . . no one told me that it would be so much work. Clint and I have been together for 9 years this September 30th and married for 7 this September 23rd. We have pushed one anothers buttons daily for the past 9 years. But somehow some way over this past year, with us picking up our family and moving . . . we have became closer than I ever thought possibe. He makes me smile all over again. I get the goose bumps when he holds my hand. I smile just by simply thinking about him. He is my soul mate and I can not imagine life without him. Clint and I have found each other all over again and I will never let go of this feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach for him. He is . . . . he is simply wonderful. I love him with all my heart. He is the reason I draw those silly hearts on my paper.
Well, I am learning to embarace my thirties completely. I did not want to turn thirty I wanted to remain in my twenties. Twenties meant that I was still youthful. Thirties meant that I was no longer . . . well . . . . no longer young. But I have learned that this is so untrue. I am still as silly, fun loving, crazy, snort when I laugh girl that I was when I was twenty. But now that I am thirty, I can be those things as an "adult" (lol) After all . . . a good friend told me that 30 is the new 21!!!
I have to say though, that I have learned alot over the past year. There are two big things that I have learned over this past year that I think are huge stepping stones into "adulthood". I have learned so much about my marriage and friendship. Two big things in someones life. Right???
Friendship . . . as one gets older you do not have all those "bestfriend" that you had in higschool and junior high. You know what I mean . . . every week you added someone else to your "bestfriend" list. In college you had you party girls and could never imagine life without them. As the years went on, so did peoples lives; kids came into the picture, careers took charge, everyone moved in different directions. Before you knew it, you were keeping in touch once a year with a Christmas card. Basically, there just comes a point in your life that you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything. But it is not giving up . . . it is realizing that you don't need certain people and the drama that they bring. So laugh when you can, apologize when you should and let go of what you can not change.
Marriage . . . no one told me that it would be so much work. Clint and I have been together for 9 years this September 30th and married for 7 this September 23rd. We have pushed one anothers buttons daily for the past 9 years. But somehow some way over this past year, with us picking up our family and moving . . . we have became closer than I ever thought possibe. He makes me smile all over again. I get the goose bumps when he holds my hand. I smile just by simply thinking about him. He is my soul mate and I can not imagine life without him. Clint and I have found each other all over again and I will never let go of this feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach for him. He is . . . . he is simply wonderful. I love him with all my heart. He is the reason I draw those silly hearts on my paper.
Tears still fall ...
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
So . . . 10 years ago, today, I lost my Grandma. I can sit here and still remember that moment. I was still asleep that sad morning. I was having a dream about my Grandma, infact. Her and I were sitting at her kitchen table. She looked at me, put her hand on mine and said "I am ok". She got up and walked to the sink. I remember staring at her in my dream smiling at her as she stood up and walked to the sink (she had her leg amputated the day before she passed away due to diabetes). I then woke up to the phone ringing. My Dad answered the phone and I knew at that moment what was being said at the other end of the phone. I can remember praying at that very moment for the news to change before my Dad got to my door of my bedroom . . . Dear God . . . please . . . do not tell me what I think you are about to tell me . . . . I cried for hours . . . for days . . . for weeks.
I went home this past weekend for Easter, so I made a special trip to the cemetary to visit her. I took roses and had all these things planed in my head that I was going to tell her. I had not been back to the gravesite for 8 years. It had been way to long and I felt horrible about that. As I got closer to the cemetary the tears just kept building up. I really did not think that I was going to be so emotional over it. After all . . . it had been 10 years. As I got out of the car, the tears just kept falling down my face. Everything was blurry because I was crying so hard. I layed the roses on her grave and just kept crying. All those things I wanted to tell her . . .. they just could not come out of my mouth. All of those old feelings came flooding back. All that I could say was "I love you". So eventually I got back into the car and as we were driving off I felt bad that I did not say all the things that I wanted to say . . . but I realized that she knew . . . she watches over me every single day. She knows about Clint, and my beuatiful kids: Breeanna, Harleigh, and Eythen. She knows who I have become in life and what I have accomplished. I hope that she is proud of the woman that I am today. Because after all . . . a part of her made me who I am today because she loved me.
Grandma . . . I miss you so very much! I love you!!! There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of you. I miss walking down the road to your house to make cookies with you and have a gossip session. To this day, when I see Hubba Bubba bubble gum I flash back to you. I still wanna put candy bars in the frig and wish I could make a coconut cream pie the way you did. I remember the stoires you told me and the millions of times we played Gold Fish. I remember you watching "The Young and the Restless" and "The Price is Right" on the days that I stayed home from school with you. Or how you could make gravy out of ANYthing and your mashed potatoes were the best. God Bless you, Grandma.
Before I was a Mom ...
May 1st, 2007
Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
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I read this poem, and every inch of me felt these words. How true it is, that in that very moment of holding your child for the first time . . . everything changes. Your "top priorities" are not what they once were. Poker night turns into numerous games of CandyLand. Girls night consist of watching The LIttle Mermaid and eating popcorn on the couch with your little one. Your "nights out" become "nights in" and you do not mind it at all. Your hopes and dreams that you had earlier in life, turn in an instant into wanting everything to be perfect for your child. Laughing at drunk nights, turns into laughing at what your child said or did that day. You realize that your future is their future and you want them to have it all. You want them to do more, see more, and achieve more than you ever thought that you could do, see and achieve. Everything that you once wanted in life . . . you are now holding in your own arms at that very moment that they come into this world.
Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.
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I read this poem, and every inch of me felt these words. How true it is, that in that very moment of holding your child for the first time . . . everything changes. Your "top priorities" are not what they once were. Poker night turns into numerous games of CandyLand. Girls night consist of watching The LIttle Mermaid and eating popcorn on the couch with your little one. Your "nights out" become "nights in" and you do not mind it at all. Your hopes and dreams that you had earlier in life, turn in an instant into wanting everything to be perfect for your child. Laughing at drunk nights, turns into laughing at what your child said or did that day. You realize that your future is their future and you want them to have it all. You want them to do more, see more, and achieve more than you ever thought that you could do, see and achieve. Everything that you once wanted in life . . . you are now holding in your own arms at that very moment that they come into this world.
I love you, Breeanna, Harleigh, and Eythen
Scared, mad, upset, terrified ...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
I NEVER thought I would EVER have to blog about MY kids school having a bomb threat! NEVER did I imagine this would happen in my community. But I guess the truth of the matter is . . . it could happen to anyone, at anytime, anywhere.
I am filled with so many mixed emotions right now. I am still shocked and numb about VT College and what they are going through (God Bless all of them). Then on top of that . . . Clint and I have to try to explain to Breeanna, what was all the chaos going on at her school. How do you explain something of that magnatude to a five year old that that could terrify her, mark her future, and effect her in the future ???
I got a phone call at 10 am saying that there was an "threatening situation" at the Eudora Schools. The kids were on lock down and if you chose to get your child, you could do so once in the school office. I did not think twice about it . . . I have never boltted out of the house faster. I wanted my baby in my arms where I could keep her safe and out of harms way. There were parents EVERYwhere in the parking lot. Other parents were helping out in the office to help other fellow parents get their child signed out. Parents were hugging their kids the second the saw them coming down the hallway. Most of the kids had confused looks on their faces and uncertainty in their innocent eyes. All I could do was fight back tears as I walked out the school doors with Breeanna. I wanted her to always feel safe . . . and know that Mommy and Daddy would protect her from anything that was thrown in her way.
As the following hour went by . . . some of the "information" began to leak out about the "threatening situation". It was a bomb threat. FOUR phone calls were done. The first one was at 5 am. The second one was around 6:15 am. That phone call said that they were going to blow up City Hall and the Schools.
My question is . . . why did they allow MY baby girl to go to school in the first place? Why didn't they cancel school instead of getting all those kids in the building and THEN notifying the parents. The thought of "what if" terrifies me! Not to mention . . . after I picked up Breeanna, it hit me . . . When I went to go pick up Breeanna, someone at the school unlocked the door so I could get in; to go to the office to get Breeanna . . . NO one asked for ID from me or asked who or what I needed. With ALL those parents walking in and out of the building ANYone could have gotten by who was NOT a parent. This makes me wonder "what they were thinking". Maybe another percaution should have been taken at that moment as well.
When you are a parent, you believe and feel that the world revolves around your child. You want them to be happy and healthy . . . AND safe!!! Shouldn't the school be ONE of the safe places for them to go and be protected? I mean . . . . after all . . . . this is their future and we want them to have it all and be all that they can. When we drop them off at the doors of the school, we can no longer protect them . . . we trust the school to do so.
I NEVER thought I would EVER have to blog about MY kids school having a bomb threat! NEVER did I imagine this would happen in my community. But I guess the truth of the matter is . . . it could happen to anyone, at anytime, anywhere.
I am filled with so many mixed emotions right now. I am still shocked and numb about VT College and what they are going through (God Bless all of them). Then on top of that . . . Clint and I have to try to explain to Breeanna, what was all the chaos going on at her school. How do you explain something of that magnatude to a five year old that that could terrify her, mark her future, and effect her in the future ???
I got a phone call at 10 am saying that there was an "threatening situation" at the Eudora Schools. The kids were on lock down and if you chose to get your child, you could do so once in the school office. I did not think twice about it . . . I have never boltted out of the house faster. I wanted my baby in my arms where I could keep her safe and out of harms way. There were parents EVERYwhere in the parking lot. Other parents were helping out in the office to help other fellow parents get their child signed out. Parents were hugging their kids the second the saw them coming down the hallway. Most of the kids had confused looks on their faces and uncertainty in their innocent eyes. All I could do was fight back tears as I walked out the school doors with Breeanna. I wanted her to always feel safe . . . and know that Mommy and Daddy would protect her from anything that was thrown in her way.
As the following hour went by . . . some of the "information" began to leak out about the "threatening situation". It was a bomb threat. FOUR phone calls were done. The first one was at 5 am. The second one was around 6:15 am. That phone call said that they were going to blow up City Hall and the Schools.
My question is . . . why did they allow MY baby girl to go to school in the first place? Why didn't they cancel school instead of getting all those kids in the building and THEN notifying the parents. The thought of "what if" terrifies me! Not to mention . . . after I picked up Breeanna, it hit me . . . When I went to go pick up Breeanna, someone at the school unlocked the door so I could get in; to go to the office to get Breeanna . . . NO one asked for ID from me or asked who or what I needed. With ALL those parents walking in and out of the building ANYone could have gotten by who was NOT a parent. This makes me wonder "what they were thinking". Maybe another percaution should have been taken at that moment as well.
When you are a parent, you believe and feel that the world revolves around your child. You want them to be happy and healthy . . . AND safe!!! Shouldn't the school be ONE of the safe places for them to go and be protected? I mean . . . . after all . . . . this is their future and we want them to have it all and be all that they can. When we drop them off at the doors of the school, we can no longer protect them . . . we trust the school to do so.
You will never regret it ...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Today as I sat at the soccer fields watching Breeanna and Harleigh's socer game, I realized how much my life has chagned in just a short 5 years. I don't mean the loss of sleeping in on weekends or late nights out that Cint and I use to do. I mean the things that NO "child birthclasses" could EVER teach ANYone!
1. You will never again read a newspaper without asking "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt you. That when you sees pictures of starving children, you will wonder if anything couldbe worse than living through a loss of your own child.
2. That an urgent call of "Mom!" will cause your heart to drop and nothing is as important than getting to your child without a moment's hesitation.
3. No matter how many years you have invested in your career, you will be professionally derailed by motherhood. You might arrange for childcare, but one day you will be going into an important business meeting and will think of your baby's sweet smell. You will have to use every ounce of your discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure your baby is all right.
4. Every day decisions will no longer be routine. When a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
5. However decisive you may be at the office, you will second-guess yourself constantly as a mother. Are you doing the right things for your child? Are you helping them grow or not letting them grow up enough? Are you loving them to much by not letting go at the right moments, or are you letting go to soon?
6. You eventually will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but you will never feel the same about yourself. Your life, that was once so important, will be of less value to you once you have a child. You would give it up in a moment to save your offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years . . . not to accomplish your own dreams, but to watch your child accomplish theirs.
7. A Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks become badges of honor. Your relationship with your husband will change, but not in the way you would think. You will love him in a whole new way . . . you look at him a differnt way. He now is the man who changes diapers, makes a bottle in the middle of the night, lays on the floor staring at your child, and who never hesitates to play with his child. You will fall in love with him again for reasons that are unexplainable.
8. You are grateful for woman throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. Somehow . . . you can talk rationally about most issues in this world, but become temporarily insane when you discuss the threat of nuclear war when it will concer your children's future.
9. The exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. How priceless the sound of a belly laugh from your baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first time. How tears weld up in your eyes as your child walks off to kindergarten for the first time. How your heart breaks when your child falls and skins their knee. The joy that is so real, it actually hurts. the pain that is so real, you feel it, too.
I am SO grateful to have Clint and my kids in my life. There is not a moment that goes by that I do not thank God. For all of you out there that do not have kids yet . . . you will NEVER regret it . . . You will never regret it!!!
Mission complete ...
May 7th, 2007
My week is offically done!!! What a week it was!!! I was SO stressed out with everything we had going on. Saturday night could not get here fast enough. But now that the dance season is done, I am sad to see it end for the summer break.
My girls were PERFECT up on stage! I could not have been prouder!!! Harleigh had receital practice at 12:30 (which I was late getting there and forgot the camcorder . . . but that is beside the point). Her class got to run through it two times, and Harleigh was SO thrilled to be on the "big stage" that she ate every minute of it up!!! Then we had to wait for over an hour until Breeanna's receital practice to begin. Breeanna waited all year for that moment. This was her third year of doing dance, so she knew the "big stage" like the back of her hand. She could not wait for it to be her turn. She smiled the whole time and never missed a beat!!!
We got home at 3:00 in the afternoon, and the girls were pure exhausted . . . and we had to be back by 5:45!!! I tried to get them to lay down for a nap, but they were to excited about their costumes an the makeup that they were getting to wear. I shipped my husband and Eythen out the door at 4:30 to get good seats. Needless to say, I stressed out about him getting good seats as well. (I do not think my stress level came down that whole day.) The girls and I arrived with about 2 minutes to spare before show time (yes I was driving like a bat out of hell to make it when I did).
Harleigh was act 13 and Breeanna was act 19. So in between me running each kid back and forth backstage and changing clothes in the speed of ight . . . I got ot sit down and shed a couple of tears as each of my cute girls got on stage and showed off their dance moves. I was smiling ear to ear (and chuckling at how cute they were in between the tears).
So after a year of Clint and I getting tired of driving the girls back and forth to dance class in Lawrence (and the many "deals" we made to each other . . . if you take Breeanna I will do this or if you take Harleigh I will take care of this) . . . it is over until next fall. I told Clint today that a part of me was really sad that it was done, but then he reminded me how nice it will be NOT to have to drive somewhere every single day of the week!!! Although, when Harlegh asked us if she had dance tomorrow and we told her it was done . . she hung her head down and said "uhhhhmmmmm". That part broke my heart all over again.
Puppy Love ...
May 19th, 2007
Oh . . . lordy . . . . it happened . . . my daughter has her first "official" boyfriend. Sure, the girls have said they have boyfriends since they have been in preschool. Geezzz . . . I think she has said that she had four to six different boyfriends this year alone (). But there has always been one little boy that she has always talked about when she comes home from school . . . Dakota.
Lil Dakota is such a sweet little man. His Mom is in charge of the Eudora Youth Soccer, and when he figured out Breeanna was playing soccer he begged his Mom to put Breeanna on his team. In fact, Dakota's older brother was the girls soccer coach, Coach James. The whole family is unbelievably nice! They are the most caring family I have met. ALL four of her boys are such gentlemen! From the moment that they met Clint and I, they have welcomed us with conversation, events, and every day life with open arms. An all around good family.
Breeanna definately has a "crush" on Dakota. I remember my kindergarten "love" . . . his name was Scott. I can remember telling him at recess that I was going to marry him. Oh but wait . . . enough about my flash backs . . . back to my 5 year old and her "boyfriend". So, as I was walking Breeanna into school on Friday, Dakota's Mom and "Coach" James stopped us to tell me that Dakota wrote Breeanna a "love note" and was going to ask her to be his "offical girlfirend". Kim (Dakota's Mom) was laughing so hard. She told me that Dakota would not let her read the note and I had to get her a copy so she could put it in his scrapbook. I could not stop smiling. . . . how funny! How cute! How adorable! How . . . wait a minute . . . how old is she??? Oh yeah 5!!!!! A "boyfriend" ???
So Breeanna came home with her little "love" note. it said: Dear Breeanna, This Dakota. I like you lots. You real pretty. Will you go out with me and be my special girlfriend? Love, Dakota After I read it to her, she shrugged her shoulders and said "So like . .. am I suspose to go out on a date with him now?" (Sigh) I chuckled and said "No, you are not old enough to go out on a date." "But he asked me to go out with him." said Breeanna back to me.
Isn't the innonces of a 5 year old the best. Isn't the momeory of your "first boyrfirend" a memory that you alwasy have! How sweet and perfect is a "crush" at the age of 5. But then I have to bring myself back to reality and realize that she is not going to be 5 forever . . . . in no time flat she is going to be 6 going on 16. Then Clint and I will really have "boyfriends" coming and going. Some breaking her heart, and some hearts she will break. Oh . .. can we just have 5 year old "crushes" last forever???
Oh . . . lordy . . . . it happened . . . my daughter has her first "official" boyfriend. Sure, the girls have said they have boyfriends since they have been in preschool. Geezzz . . . I think she has said that she had four to six different boyfriends this year alone (). But there has always been one little boy that she has always talked about when she comes home from school . . . Dakota.
Lil Dakota is such a sweet little man. His Mom is in charge of the Eudora Youth Soccer, and when he figured out Breeanna was playing soccer he begged his Mom to put Breeanna on his team. In fact, Dakota's older brother was the girls soccer coach, Coach James. The whole family is unbelievably nice! They are the most caring family I have met. ALL four of her boys are such gentlemen! From the moment that they met Clint and I, they have welcomed us with conversation, events, and every day life with open arms. An all around good family.
Breeanna definately has a "crush" on Dakota. I remember my kindergarten "love" . . . his name was Scott. I can remember telling him at recess that I was going to marry him. Oh but wait . . . enough about my flash backs . . . back to my 5 year old and her "boyfriend". So, as I was walking Breeanna into school on Friday, Dakota's Mom and "Coach" James stopped us to tell me that Dakota wrote Breeanna a "love note" and was going to ask her to be his "offical girlfirend". Kim (Dakota's Mom) was laughing so hard. She told me that Dakota would not let her read the note and I had to get her a copy so she could put it in his scrapbook. I could not stop smiling. . . . how funny! How cute! How adorable! How . . . wait a minute . . . how old is she??? Oh yeah 5!!!!! A "boyfriend" ???
So Breeanna came home with her little "love" note. it said: Dear Breeanna, This Dakota. I like you lots. You real pretty. Will you go out with me and be my special girlfriend? Love, Dakota After I read it to her, she shrugged her shoulders and said "So like . .. am I suspose to go out on a date with him now?" (Sigh) I chuckled and said "No, you are not old enough to go out on a date." "But he asked me to go out with him." said Breeanna back to me.
Isn't the innonces of a 5 year old the best. Isn't the momeory of your "first boyrfirend" a memory that you alwasy have! How sweet and perfect is a "crush" at the age of 5. But then I have to bring myself back to reality and realize that she is not going to be 5 forever . . . . in no time flat she is going to be 6 going on 16. Then Clint and I will really have "boyfriends" coming and going. Some breaking her heart, and some hearts she will break. Oh . .. can we just have 5 year old "crushes" last forever???
Everything she needs to know ...
Well . . . the day finally arrived. I did not want it to arrive, but it did. I am not sure how it got here so darn fast. I sure was not ready for it. I am not sure how Clint and I got to this point in our life so darn fast. I am trying to think back to remember where the time went . . . but I can not seem to remember. The day arrived that . . . Breeanna went off to her last day of kindergarten. At 3:03 this afternoon, she will be in the first grade. When did our baby girl grow up and become a FIRST grader?? I remember dreading the first day of school. Last August 15th, the tears were falling like water falls. I cried a month in advance about that day. Now, here I am 9 months later , , , crying all over again.
Kindergarten . . . what a time of miracles in kids lives. It is their "stepping stone" into school and their future. They get their first backpack, first school box to put their brand new crayons in, first time to eat a school lunch, they begin to read, be line leader for the day, weekly show and tell, learn the calendar, add numbers, have gym and music class, check out their own book at the school library, write their own name, have their own desk, use siscors and glue without Mommy standing next to them saying "be careful", have afternoon milk and snack, start to depend on other adults instead of Mommy and Daddy, begin to become their own little people, and figure out who they are going to be in life. Breeanna went to her first swimming party, had her first music program, her first acutal crush, read her first book, had numerous playdates with friends, said "he is so cute" for the first time, played on a soccer team, her first year to do Book-It, took her first Iowa Basic test, first bomb threat at school (unfortunately she had to have that one), her first "snow day", had her first school picture, had to be called into school for the first time because she was sick, had her first kid be mean to her, wore her hair down with no bows for the first time, rode the bus for the first time, went to her first book fair, went to the nurses office for a fever, got her first grade card, had to sit out at recess for the first time, had her first Donuuts for Dad's and Muffins for Mom's, went on her first field trip, woke up excited about school every morning, and grew up right before our eyes.
BUT as she has grown up, Clint and I have seen a WONDERFUL little girl begin to bloom. She is a poliete, caring, adorbale, smart, responsible, little girl who is a huge help with a big heart. She is going to be just fine as she gets older. . . . as long as she always remember what she has learned in kindergarten: Share everything, play fair, don't hit people, put things back where you found them, clean up your own mess, don't take things that are not yours, say you're sorry when you hurt somebody, wash your hands before you eat, flush. warm cookies and cold milk are good for you, say please and thank you, live a balanced life (learn some, think some, draw, paint, sing, dance, play, and work every day some), take a nap every afternoon with your blankie, when you go out into the world -watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together, be aware of wonder, remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, goldfish and hamsters (and even the little seed in the styrofoam cup) they all die and it is sad, and remember the Dick and Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK!
Oh yeah . . . and Breeanna . . . last night when I was talking to you about your last day of kindergarten . . . and I began to cry. Thank you for being you. (She looked right at me and said "I will always love you, even when I am in the first grade." Then hugged me. Even when she wanted to let go, she didn't. She held on just a little bit longer.) Breeanna, we will always love you, even if you are growing up way to fast! Mommy and Daddy are so proud of our kindergarten graduate!
How many kids are coming ...
June 3rd, 2007
June 2nd at 11:00, Clint and I had Breeanna's 6th birthday party. Her birthday is not really until July 23rd, but since she wanted the kids in her kindergarten class to come . . . we sent out the invites when school ended, and decided to have it early (before summer vacations began for families). She sent an invite to all 20 of the kids that were in her class. She truely thought that all of them would be attending, so we had to keep telling her that not everyone would be able to make it. But she would reply with "But I gave them an invite, so they will be here." or "But she/he told me that they would be coming to my party." Clint and I truley expected about 5 or 6 kids to come. Lordy . . . we had 16 kids running around here. They just kept coming in the front door. Everytime I turned around, a different kid was in the mix. Do parents not know what "please RSVP" means? Seriously!
Any Who . . . it turned out great for her. Her theme for her party was "soccer". And any of you that know me well enough, know that I LOVE to plan and I am ALL about themes!!! If it had soccer on it, I had found it! I put alot of time and heart into her party and wanted her to have a great time. We had the blow up castle (like a moon walk) going in the backyard, as well as the trampoline and swingset. I also had games organized and ready to go (YES ORGANIZED). Clint did the pinata which the kids thought was great! Good thing no one got knocked out with the bat is all I have to say!!! We even fed them lunch (which was a HUGE waste of food!!! Boy did I learn my lesson on parties as they get older! DO NOT SERVE FOOD WHEN THE PARENTS ARE NOT STAYING!!!)
Finally . . . after THREE hours, all the kids were gone! I was beat! Clint, and a family friend, began on the beer as the last kid left! The kids were needing naps! My house was trashed! The backyard looked like a tornado went through it! I had sprinkles for the cake EVERYWHERE! There were candy wrappers everywhere you looked! Strings from the pinata were in the bathroom (uhh? how in the world did they get there)? There were enough plastic cups on the deck for a party of 80! The basement had toys everywhere (how and when did kids get by me and in the basement)! The girls room had My Little Ponies on EVERY inch of the floor (I do not remember saying a kid could go to the girls bedroom)! But ALL of it was worth it, when she looked at Clint and I and said "I had the BEST time today!" So to our 6 year old (well, soon to be 6 year old) . . . here is to MANY more PLANNED, ORGANIZED, and THEMED birthday parties!!! Hang in there Harleigh . . . your party will be here before you know it, baby girl!
Our little MVP ...
June 8th, 2007
Well, here I am blogging about Breeanna again . . . but she has just hit so many stepping stones in life recently! Can you imagine what my blogs are going to be like when I have ALL THREE in school! Clint and I are just so darn proud of them . . . does it show?
This past week, Breeanna had volleyball camp. It was for Eudora kids that were in the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade classes. She went from Monday to Thursday for a little over two hours every morning. She attended volleyball camp last year when we lived in Emporia and could hardly wait for camp to start this year. I have to say . . . Eudora was a WHOLE other league than Emporia. At Emporia, she used beach balls and had more "recess time" than "camp time". At Eudora, she used real volleyballs. The nets where the normal height. They learned how to bump, set, spike and serve. Shoot, their last day of camp they had an actual game of 6 on 6! But my baby girl was hitting it over the net without a single problem. I really wish Clint could have been there to see her. He would have been so proud to see her so thrilled about a sport! (Clint lives for the time his kids play sports!!! )
Any who . . . as the camp was coming to an end, they passed out certificates to all the kids for "completing" the camp. Each kid got to run down a row of coches to give them all high fives before they got their award paper. The kids were laughing and cheering as everyone went. (There were about 60 kids at the camp.) Then Coach Stiller said she had one special award to give out to one kid. I kind of turned my attention back to Harleigh and Eythen to tell them to sit down and we would be done in a minute . (They were really begining to loose interest by this point .) Next thing I know I hear them say "Breeanna Moore". WHAT! HUH! Breeanna got what? WOW!!! MY BABY won the award! Wait a minute . . . I was busy pulling Harliegh and Eythen down from the bleachers . . . I have NO idea what she just won! So as Breeanna walks up to the front, the Coach holds onto her shoulder and tells everyone that Breeanna won the MVP of camp. She was an all around good server, passer, team player, and good sport no matter what. I about fell OFF the bleachers! My little 5 year old won the MVP out of 60 kids! Not to mention some of the kids were 8 years old! WOW!!!
Little "Smiley" (that is the nickname the coaches gave her.) is growing up right before our eyes!
So Clint, I think you found your first sport that Breeanna was truely into!
Things I have realized recently ...
June 11th, 2007
1. Never take life for granit . . . things could change in the blink of an eye. 2. Patience is a hard thing to have when the world is staring at your kid crying in public. 3. Laying in a tanning bed may not be healthy for you . . . but it sure is relaxing. 4. Marriage can end even for the couple you never thought it would. 5. My sister is just as strong as my Mom . . . and that is saying alot! 6. You are never to old to go see Thomas the Train. (Clint discovered this one with Eythen.) 7. Sticking to a diet is the hardest thing when no one is watching! 8. On the other hand . . . you have 5 other finger. 9. Laughter can be the best medicine on a hard day! 10. There is nothing better than just simply making out! 11. Sometimes no matter how hard you try . . . you just can not please everyone! 12. God works in hidden ways. 13. Going to the movies and watching a cartoon is fun even at 30! 14. I never seem to get a break from laundry. Just when I get it all done and put away, it is time to do another load. 15. Men procastinate! 16. Kids are really hyper in the summer time! 17. Bug spray does not keep away all the bugs. 18. Sleeping in is nice, but can become addictive is you allow it. 19. Water is much better to drink in the hot summer than pop! 20. No matter how high the price of gas gets, we still will have to pay for it because we need it. 21. Pain killers do not always get rid of all the pain. 22. My kids are growing up way to fast and there is nothing I can do to stop it. 23. I love to shop . . . even with the credit cards. 24. Wine is really good! 25. I still get home sick. 26. My sister is one of the most beautiful people I know. 27. Clint and I are going to be Aunt and Uncles's again on July 2nd. (Casey and Michelle will be having baby Adyson then!!!) 28. Warm cookies and milk make a GREAT lunch! (so every now and then we do not eat a well balanced meal.) 29. At any age, all you want is your Mom when you are sick. 30. Being a SAHM is way harder than I ever thought it would be. But at the same time . . . it is the most rewarding job I have ever had! 31. My husband is more talented than I EVER thought! (he just built a HUGE deck w/out ANY help). 32. I enjoy using Clint's electric drill when he lets me! 33. I miss my college friends!!! 34. Eythen is so cute with his curly hair and big blue eyes. 35. Harleigh is priceless with her smile and pig tails. 36. Breeanna is a poliete girl who is already melting little boys hearts! 37. I am a rockstar when I sing in the shower! 38. Sometimes life just does not make sense, no matter how hard you try to figure it out! 39. Nothing is better than tailgating in November right before a KU football game (but I would not be sad if I could not go to the game ... and just tailgate!!!)! 40. Eating hotdogs in public makes me think of . . . giving a blowjob. (you will never eat a hotdog again, Janet w/out thinking of me) 41. It always seems to rain after I wash my car. 42. The small of your back is an extremly sexy place on the body. 43. Our friends are like family. 44. Clint likes beer a bit to much! 45. March Madness is the best! 46. Nothing beats a pair of flannel pj pants and an oversized sweatshirt! 47. Clint would sell his soul for season tickets to KU basketball games. 48. No diamond is EVER to big!!! 49. Clint says that work is over rated and underpaid. 50. Nothing is worse than being so drunk that you throw up. 51. Having a beautiful dark green lawn is very rewarding. 52. Clint and I can not live without our Ipods/MP3 player. 53. Magic Erase from Mr. Clean was the best invention ever! 54. Seeing your kids laugh and smile is an amazing feeling. 55. I believe in love at first sight and soul mates! 56. Watermelon makes me think of summer. 57. Clint can not grill unless he has a beer in his hand. 58. Cllint is still a gentleman after being together for 9 years. (he still opens the door for me no matter where we are). 59. Pink makes me think of love. 60. Valentines is the most romantic day of the year . . . next to my Anniversary. 61. Clint and I wish we could travel half as much as his parents get to. (they just went to Boston). 62. Clint finally realized that living in a small town is the way to go. (after making fun of Erie for 9 years). 63. My parents are my heroes. (Clint is my hero, too!) 67. I will love you forever is the best children's book ever wrote! 68. When everything is coming at you, you are in the wrong lane. 69. I wanted to marry a guy just like my Dad when I was growing up, and in alot of ways Clint reminds me of my Daddy. 70. My Mom is one of my bestfriends. 71. No matter how hard I push Clint in the side at night . . . he won't stop snoring! 72. Eudora is going to be a great town to raise our kids in. 73. It scares me how many "sicko's" there are in life anymore. (why would anyone ever wanna hurt a child? ) 74. Christmas is a time for family . . . and there is no place like home for the holidays. 75. In real life, there is no backspace button. . 76. Never regret anything, because at one time it was just what you wanted. 77. Clint is bringing sexy back . . . because it is in style! 78. I am not sure who reads my blogs, but I really wish they would leave a comment at the end of it so I knew who all my readers were. 79. Everything happens for a reason! I TRUELY believe that! 80. I try to read to my kids every single day. 81. I can not wait to have my SUV loan paid off (even though it is still awhile). 82. Cellphone's are a must have anymore. 83. I love with all that I have. 84. I sometimes wonder if I am being the best Mom that I can be, and that scares me if I am failing at it. 85. I snort when I laugh, and Clint laughes at me everytime I do it. 86. Those who laugh last think the slowest . . . well, that is me. I am normally laughing at the joke 5 minutes after it is said. 87. Clint says that I am his bestfriend ... and that is a wonderful feeling!!! 88. I think 30 is the new 20!!! 89. Who ever said that happiness equals sunshine never kissed and danced in the rain! 90. Catching lighting bugs is kind of hard. 91. I like to sleep in the middle of the bed. (sorry Clint) 92. I can hardly wait to get a boob job!!! 93. No matter how many girls get together . . . labor stories will always be told. 94. Clint and I are going to renew our wedding vows at some point in timw. 95. I always wish on stars!. 96. I dream in full color and normally remember my dreams. 97. Loving someone means giving them your heart and trusting them not to break it. 98. I will be sure my kids get to Disney World before they are adults. I promise that. 99. Breeanna, Harleigh and Eythen are the best kids ever! 100. I love Clint with all of my heart, soul and being!!!
Boys day out ...
My baby boy is SO into trains. I am not sure how it happened . . . or even when it happened. We did not buy toy trains or even really any books about trains. Somehow, little man Eythen was totally into trains one day. I think our first guess was when he was pushing his large tractor around the coffee table saying "choo choo - all a board". That was our first hint that we needed to listen to our two years olds wishes!
So now (3 months since we realized his love for trains) . . . Eythen has a large collection of Thomas the Train items. He just lights up when he gets one. He starts saying "train train" and jumps up and down. It could be the same train that he got from someone else, but he could not be happier. He will spend HOURS upon end playing with this little Thomas the Train magnetic toys. He just simply loves it. Anyway, back to the point of this blog . . . when we heard that Thomas the Train was going to be 40 minutes from our house . . . we knew we had to get him there. Unfortunately, do to the price per person, this limited it to just Clint and Eythen going.
So last Saturday Clint and Eythen went off to a Father and Son day full of Thomas the Train events. Clint took Eythen, 2 hours before their scheduled train ride, so he could see everything possible. Clint said that Eythen could not stop smiling and saying "Look Daddy, TRAIN!" Clint said that he could hardly keep up with the little two year old's legs. He was everywhere taking it all in. Running from one area of displays to the next. Clint said that there were displays of all the toys available of Thomas the Train. They were sitting up in tents, so kids could watch them and even play with them. There was a tent of toys to buy as well. Of course Daddy spoiled E-Man there! One of the things he did buy Eythen, was Thomas the Train sunglasses . . . which are so funny on him. The got to ride a life size Thomas the Train for 30 minutes. There was Sir Top Hat there that you got to meet as well. Eythen walked right up to him and shock his hand and said "Hi! Sir Top Hat!" He kept walking around saying "Hi Thomas! Bye Thomas!" He just had the time of his life!
All in all, my boys had a great time. This was the first time that Clint got to have a "boys day" with Eythen . . . besides going to Wal-Mart for the afternoon or the park. This was an actual Father and Son moment, that the girls were not tagging along with. My little man is now old enough to do these kinds of things. No stroller anymore, no diaper bag, no planning for nap time around the scheduled event, no tippy cup of juice, no . . . no more baby. He is becoming a little man! Now Clint is so excited to start to do "boy things", with his little man. I think Clint's thought of "guys night out" hanging out drinking beer totally changed in a blink of an eye . . . . now haning out with little E-Man is a much cooler thing to do!
For those of you wondering what the girls and I did while they went to go see Thomas . . . well, we shopped like most girls do! We did what we do best! (I am teaching them at an early age!!! )
Wow the water is warm ...
June 25th, 2007
When you think of summer time . . . you think of swimming lessons . Learing to swim can be scarey but so fun for a kid. I have to admit, that my kids have never been to swimming lessons (until this year). Now cut me a break . . . I have been pregnant nearly every summer since 2001, and for that one summer in between Harleigh and Eythen . . . ummm . .. my rear end was NOT getting in a swimming suit to do the tot lessons. (I know . . bad Mommy ). As for last year and lessons . . nope . . . we were in the process of moving and had no time for it. So this year I enrolled the girls into swimming lessons. No, I did not enter Eythen this year. He is only 2 and had NO desire to even get near the water. He was more interested in watching everyone coming in and out of the pool. (Plus, I was not about to get into a swimmng suit . . .lol! I know! Bad Mommy! )
So, we enrolled the girls in the Indoor Aquatic Center. They had lessons for two weeks. They were both in Level 1. Breeanna put her head under the water the first day (which truthfully surprised me). She as SO proud of herself !!! Then there was Bugs. Boy did she try her hardest to go all the way under. She wanted to so bad, but just couldn't get there all the way. On the last day of lessons, she was still holding her nose and slowly inching her way lower and lower in the water. I was even catching myself holding my breath FOR her. I so badly wanted her to get it . . . but it just did not happen. She felt proud of herself though . . . and that is all that mattered.
I thruthfully expected both of the girls to be required to take Level 1 over again. They told us at the beginning that alot of times kids take each level over more than once. So I had already talked to them about taking Level 1 over again to prepare themselves to swim in Level 2. I thought maybe Breeanna would get moved on, but kind of knew that Harleigh Bug would be there one more time.
So on the last day, we marched out the door for one more day of lessons. The girls were bummed because it was the last day. We were going to have a "celebration lunch" for completing their first swimming lessons. I am not sure if Harliegh was more excited about eating at McDonald's or going to swimming lessons. The last day they had all the "sprinklers" and "waterfalls" going for the kids to play in. The girls truely had a great time going to it. Eythen really enjoyed watching the bigger kids go in and out of the pool, but towards the last couple of days of the lessons . . . he began to hate walking into the Aquatic Center. He lagged along behind everyone with his head down dragging his feet . Poor E-Man got tired of watching sissies.
All in all . . . for their first swimming lessons . . . it was great. Oh yeah . .. BOTH THE GIRLS PASSED and are in Level 2! Although Harleigh cried when she found out because she wanted to keep her swimming lessons teacher that she had . She just thought if she stayed in Level 1 forever, she would always have the teacher that she had. Once she realized it was a good thing to pass . . then she was all grins and giggles about it ! But was sure to ask "Are we going to McDonald's now?"
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