My little man,.... sometimes he can really brighten a day.
I was in the kitchen just now, trying to get dinner started. He came in and says "Can I have a hug?"
He'll be 5 in July. He's never asked for a hug before.
*sigh*
Days like this, I wish he would stay this little.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Updates....
Not too awful much going on here these days. The kids are counting down to the last day of school (May 25th... sorta) and I'm rather looking forward to it too. That should wear off in about a week of them being home.
I never did blog about Mother's Day. On Saturday, the girls and I went to a Garden Tea Party thrown by the Girl Scouts. We were to attend in our Sunday best. The girls were very much excited about this event. I wanted to go to please them. The thought of driving an hour away for tea didn't thrill me. However, once there, we had a really nice time. It was in an auditorium of one of the larger hospitals,.... the garden??? I don't know where that was actually. We had our picture taken at a set garden style table and chairs. I look forward to seeing how they turned out. We had finger foods and tea (or punch if that was your preference). They had door prizes and crafts for the girls as well. It really was a nice event.
When I returned home, I was pleasantly surprised with my sweet husband and oldest son cleaning the livingroom and kitchen. Nothing can make a mom happier than returning home after a couple of hours being gone, and seeing the house clean. Was really sweet :o) Later that night, oldest points out "see, we even put away the last of the groceries" (I have a bad habit of leaving a bag or two out of canned goods or jar goods to put away later.....) "Yes, I saw that.... thank you.... I should leave the house more often huh?" "No, just on the day before Mother's Day" LOL
Come Mother's Day morning, I got up to get the kids ready for church. The girls had done their projects at school, and were anxious to show them to me. I always love the writing they do. It comes from their heart,... I would like to share some of that :o)
Youngest Daughter had to do a "My Mom Is Special!" writing.... (she's in 1st grade)
My Mom is special because: She takes care of me!
I like it when my Mom: Plays with me!
My Mom can do many things! I think she's best at: Making me laghf!
My Mom has a pretty smile! I like to make her smile by: Making pikchers!
My Mom is as pretty as a: Rose
My Mom is smart! She even knows: how to count in spanish!
(yes, I did leave the misspelled words in)
Her other project was a sort of book,.... inside it's titled "My Best Mom" Inside she has written:
My best Mom smells like a rose. and I love her very much!
My best Mom hugs me a lot and I hug her too!
My Mom can play with me and I play with her! And my mom sometimes reads me a book and I read them too!
My Mom let me have my own cat and I'm happy about that!
I youstoo (used to) have a dog but we had to give it away but I still love her very much
And my best Mom loves me and I love her too!
Once they were out the door for church, I could take a few minutes to wake up all the way..... I spoke with my mom for a good while.... then the hubby and I spent the rest of the day playing WoW online :) It was a quiet nice day.
As the school year draws to an end,... things tend to get hectic. This coming weekend, on Saturday 3 of the 4 kids all have something going on. At 4am I'm to drop the oldest daughter off at the scout hut as she's going on a weekend trip with them, oldest son needs to be up to the school at I don't know yet because he can't seem to remember to bring the paper home about it... he's going on a trip with his band class to a local amusement park, and then youngest daughter is going with her brownie troop to have a manicure and pedicure and out for pizza after that. Phew!! School has their awards program on the Monday after that.... Tuesday they get out at 10:30 and Weds we have to be up to the school by I think 8:30 to get report cards and that's it,.... no more school!!
I never did blog about Mother's Day. On Saturday, the girls and I went to a Garden Tea Party thrown by the Girl Scouts. We were to attend in our Sunday best. The girls were very much excited about this event. I wanted to go to please them. The thought of driving an hour away for tea didn't thrill me. However, once there, we had a really nice time. It was in an auditorium of one of the larger hospitals,.... the garden??? I don't know where that was actually. We had our picture taken at a set garden style table and chairs. I look forward to seeing how they turned out. We had finger foods and tea (or punch if that was your preference). They had door prizes and crafts for the girls as well. It really was a nice event.
When I returned home, I was pleasantly surprised with my sweet husband and oldest son cleaning the livingroom and kitchen. Nothing can make a mom happier than returning home after a couple of hours being gone, and seeing the house clean. Was really sweet :o) Later that night, oldest points out "see, we even put away the last of the groceries" (I have a bad habit of leaving a bag or two out of canned goods or jar goods to put away later.....) "Yes, I saw that.... thank you.... I should leave the house more often huh?" "No, just on the day before Mother's Day" LOL
Come Mother's Day morning, I got up to get the kids ready for church. The girls had done their projects at school, and were anxious to show them to me. I always love the writing they do. It comes from their heart,... I would like to share some of that :o)
Youngest Daughter had to do a "My Mom Is Special!" writing.... (she's in 1st grade)
My Mom is special because: She takes care of me!
I like it when my Mom: Plays with me!
My Mom can do many things! I think she's best at: Making me laghf!
My Mom has a pretty smile! I like to make her smile by: Making pikchers!
My Mom is as pretty as a: Rose
My Mom is smart! She even knows: how to count in spanish!
(yes, I did leave the misspelled words in)
Her other project was a sort of book,.... inside it's titled "My Best Mom" Inside she has written:
My best Mom smells like a rose. and I love her very much!
My best Mom hugs me a lot and I hug her too!
My Mom can play with me and I play with her! And my mom sometimes reads me a book and I read them too!
My Mom let me have my own cat and I'm happy about that!
I youstoo (used to) have a dog but we had to give it away but I still love her very much
And my best Mom loves me and I love her too!
Once they were out the door for church, I could take a few minutes to wake up all the way..... I spoke with my mom for a good while.... then the hubby and I spent the rest of the day playing WoW online :) It was a quiet nice day.
As the school year draws to an end,... things tend to get hectic. This coming weekend, on Saturday 3 of the 4 kids all have something going on. At 4am I'm to drop the oldest daughter off at the scout hut as she's going on a weekend trip with them, oldest son needs to be up to the school at I don't know yet because he can't seem to remember to bring the paper home about it... he's going on a trip with his band class to a local amusement park, and then youngest daughter is going with her brownie troop to have a manicure and pedicure and out for pizza after that. Phew!! School has their awards program on the Monday after that.... Tuesday they get out at 10:30 and Weds we have to be up to the school by I think 8:30 to get report cards and that's it,.... no more school!!
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Spring time......
Means cleaning right??? Why is that??? What is it about the change of seasons that makes us want to clean house?? I mean, not that I ever really WANT to clean.... but it sorta takes over me sometimes. I set out to mop the kitchen floor this morning. This was right around 9am. It's after noon now. What have I accomplished so far???
I have swept out the entryway.... the liter box is on the other side of this area, where the laundry room is, so liter always gets onto this floor. While sweeping, I wondered about the filter for the heater,... there is a cupboard along that wall... and OMG I think the last time it was changed was... umm.... dunno... year ago??? LOL Could be more even. Anyhow, I did what I could to clean it up till I go shopping this week. I used the vacuum and cleaned out that small cupboard area too. An over achiever maybe?? I don't know.... that or just anal. Hubby would probably pick the latter..... as I am the one that put all his CD's into his larger CD case in alphabetical order after all LOL
So, between catching up on all my blogging buddies lives, and cleaning.... I've yet to actually mop the kitchen floor. No,... I'm still over achieving. I do like that better than being considered anal. Cleaned out a cupboard,.... junk in there we won't ever use.... trashed..... cleaned off a countertop. Anyone else save the little Koolaid points??? I've been doing it for years.... one year I used the points we had saved (which was a crap load) and spent them at the koolaid site, got our son a gameboy, and a few other things and used them at Christmas time!! Wow huh?? Lately, the prizes haven't been that great, yet I still save them. I can't seem to stop. I can't just throw them away... what if one day they offer a new car or house for the points???? I'd have it made. So, I've got bags of the things, they need to be clipped and I dont want to take the time (as it would probably take HOURS) to do it just yet.
Then I found my EZ Off spray. Ahhh.... I meant to do that like weeks ago!! Went ahead and sprayed the oven down with that. Then back to the countertops, and cupboards......
I have mopped the entryway.... and I have swept part of the kitchen for mopping.... I figure do it all in sections,.... one area at a time ya know???? Maybe by the time hubby gets home from work, the kitchen will be clean???? I can only hope!
I have swept out the entryway.... the liter box is on the other side of this area, where the laundry room is, so liter always gets onto this floor. While sweeping, I wondered about the filter for the heater,... there is a cupboard along that wall... and OMG I think the last time it was changed was... umm.... dunno... year ago??? LOL Could be more even. Anyhow, I did what I could to clean it up till I go shopping this week. I used the vacuum and cleaned out that small cupboard area too. An over achiever maybe?? I don't know.... that or just anal. Hubby would probably pick the latter..... as I am the one that put all his CD's into his larger CD case in alphabetical order after all LOL
So, between catching up on all my blogging buddies lives, and cleaning.... I've yet to actually mop the kitchen floor. No,... I'm still over achieving. I do like that better than being considered anal. Cleaned out a cupboard,.... junk in there we won't ever use.... trashed..... cleaned off a countertop. Anyone else save the little Koolaid points??? I've been doing it for years.... one year I used the points we had saved (which was a crap load) and spent them at the koolaid site, got our son a gameboy, and a few other things and used them at Christmas time!! Wow huh?? Lately, the prizes haven't been that great, yet I still save them. I can't seem to stop. I can't just throw them away... what if one day they offer a new car or house for the points???? I'd have it made. So, I've got bags of the things, they need to be clipped and I dont want to take the time (as it would probably take HOURS) to do it just yet.
Then I found my EZ Off spray. Ahhh.... I meant to do that like weeks ago!! Went ahead and sprayed the oven down with that. Then back to the countertops, and cupboards......
I have mopped the entryway.... and I have swept part of the kitchen for mopping.... I figure do it all in sections,.... one area at a time ya know???? Maybe by the time hubby gets home from work, the kitchen will be clean???? I can only hope!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Happy 14th Birthday Brian!
Yes, this is going to be a birth story, so if you're not into these sorts of things, please go to the next blog on your list :o)
Almost from the start, I was considered a high risk pregnancy. I was to and from the hospital having tests run. I was what they called ANA+ I couldn't tell you what that meant now really, but something to the effect of the baby not getting his nutrients through the cord. So, I was closely monitored. Like weekly. I had ultrasound after ultrasound, I could fill a baby book with his prebirth pictures! I had dopplers done, where it measured the fluid going through the cord,... it was all very interesting. Once they decided that his lungs were fully developed and he looked big enough, they said I would be induced. Told me to call ahead of time to see if they had a bed, and they'd put some gel stuff on my cervix "to get me started" and then probably let me go back home and wait it out. Okay,.. no problem.
Now, this was my first marriage,... he was in the Navy, and we were stationed in Hawaii. Yeah, sounds great, but I didn't really have friends, and totally no family there. This was my first pregnancy, and I was a wreck. When I showed up at the hospital as they had a bed for me,.... they put the wrist band on me, and even started an IV. When I asked "is this just for precaution or something? I was told I would go back home" "Ohh nooo,... you're going to have this baby tonight" WHAT?? I'm WHAT???? I wanted to cry,.... I wanted to be that little girl again that could curl up in Mommy's lap and have her make it all better. I was scared. I was 22, and I was about to have a baby boy. I was rather excited that this tiny baby would be in my arms soon, but I really wanted my mommy.
I was there for what seemed forever. Once they broke my water, and started the fluids with the stuff (Pitocin I think) to get labor going, I was in major pain. I thought there is NO way I can do this. They gave me demerol in the IV, and I was told I slept through the pain for 2hrs but it felt like 10mins.... when they asked if I wanted another I said no, didn't seem worth it. Finally they came in and checked me and said I could start pushing. Push?? How?? What is she talking about??? I didn't go through any birthing classes, I didn't have a clue. Not to mention I was too nervous to even consider it. The nurse was great, she explained and off to the delivery room I was wheeled. On the bed..... pretending I knew how to push. I watched the overhead lights go by, and the occasional face,.... it was almost out of body to me.
It seemed like a long birth,.... I really don't know how long we were at the hospital and when you consider the actual labor process to start,.... but we were for sure there all day.... I can remember the delivery room,.... it seemed large, and very sterile... there were like 3 medical people in there I believe. I felt very small. I was very exhausted.
May 6, 1991 at 00:26am @ 6lbs 7.3oz and 19 3/4" long, Brian was born. The relief of him finally being here, and knowing that "I did it!" was wonderful. I was sooo cold, I was shaking. When they asked if I wanted to hold him, I was too scared I would drop him, so I didn't take him. His father took him to the nursery instead. I had tore pretty bad, and spent a good while wrapped in what felt like not enough blankets, while they stitched me up.
Then I was left in the recovery room where I had to drink what seemed a gallon of water and use the bathroom before I could go into my actual room. What a process. You had your first room, labor... then delivery, then recovery and lastly the room you share with what you hope isn't someone annoying. My body felt worn out, but I was so wired.
When I finally got to my room, I was the only one there for the first day or so... it was nice. My nurse came in and told me that I had to take myself down to the nursery to get Brian. They wanted you up and moving. Well, I had already tried that, and it was very painful. I had already been taking my own Advil. When he took a look at my stitches, I was VERY swollen.... he brought me an ice pack, some motrin (he was less than pleased that I'd been taking my own stuff LOL) and went and brought Brian to me.
I managed to crawl out of the bed, and went to him, I stood there just looking for a good while,.... he was so tiny. I was really afraid I might do something wrong in picking him up. There he was though, sleeping soundly. I uncovered a hand, I wanted to see the tiny fingers.... I finally got the nerve up to pick him up and he was so warm, so soft. I loved him so much.
This child was something else. When he was tiny, I called home to mom often. He had a crying time,.... where for what seemed like MONTHS he cried at a certain time of the day,.... is he getting enough to eat?? he's not wet,... what is wrong with this kid I would cry to mom. Eventually he was fun,... he would smile often,... he was a happy baby. Always a happy baby, he loved to be held and cuddled,... I started calling him my Pookie Bear,... you know, like Garfield's little bear?? He just clung to you. He was blonde with blue eyes... he was pretty. Being in Hawaii when I was out and about with him, the Asian girls just adored him, and took his picture and wanted to hold him. I was proud. This was my son.
Once he learned how to smile, it seemed the smile never left his face
Brian is a pretty good big brother (seen here with his sister Jessica in 1994)
From as early as I can remember, he would love to pretend to play videogames, and that has yet to stop. He loves all computer and video games still. He is really very good at them too.
Brian has always been a fairly smart kid, learning the basics (colors, #'s, ABC's) at a pretty early age,.. he has proven to continue to be as smart through his school years. This is 3rd grade awards ceremony.
Today, Brian has headed off to school at a very early hour of 7:20. Normally we don't leave the house until 7:35. He is a member of a club, FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) and they are going to a Spring Conference. He will take a test there,... but after the kids will go out for lunch, then go to the mall and trip around. Between us and his Grandma, he's got just about $70.00 to spend. He wore nice dress slacks, white shirt and his first tie. He looked so handsome. He wasn't up for the picture idea this morning, but I will get him this afternoon when he gets home and share with all :o)
We're very proud of Brian, he's nothing but a helpful kid. We've of course had our moments with him, but seriously, he is a good kid.
Happy 14th Birthday Brian!!!
Almost from the start, I was considered a high risk pregnancy. I was to and from the hospital having tests run. I was what they called ANA+ I couldn't tell you what that meant now really, but something to the effect of the baby not getting his nutrients through the cord. So, I was closely monitored. Like weekly. I had ultrasound after ultrasound, I could fill a baby book with his prebirth pictures! I had dopplers done, where it measured the fluid going through the cord,... it was all very interesting. Once they decided that his lungs were fully developed and he looked big enough, they said I would be induced. Told me to call ahead of time to see if they had a bed, and they'd put some gel stuff on my cervix "to get me started" and then probably let me go back home and wait it out. Okay,.. no problem.
Now, this was my first marriage,... he was in the Navy, and we were stationed in Hawaii. Yeah, sounds great, but I didn't really have friends, and totally no family there. This was my first pregnancy, and I was a wreck. When I showed up at the hospital as they had a bed for me,.... they put the wrist band on me, and even started an IV. When I asked "is this just for precaution or something? I was told I would go back home" "Ohh nooo,... you're going to have this baby tonight" WHAT?? I'm WHAT???? I wanted to cry,.... I wanted to be that little girl again that could curl up in Mommy's lap and have her make it all better. I was scared. I was 22, and I was about to have a baby boy. I was rather excited that this tiny baby would be in my arms soon, but I really wanted my mommy.
I was there for what seemed forever. Once they broke my water, and started the fluids with the stuff (Pitocin I think) to get labor going, I was in major pain. I thought there is NO way I can do this. They gave me demerol in the IV, and I was told I slept through the pain for 2hrs but it felt like 10mins.... when they asked if I wanted another I said no, didn't seem worth it. Finally they came in and checked me and said I could start pushing. Push?? How?? What is she talking about??? I didn't go through any birthing classes, I didn't have a clue. Not to mention I was too nervous to even consider it. The nurse was great, she explained and off to the delivery room I was wheeled. On the bed..... pretending I knew how to push. I watched the overhead lights go by, and the occasional face,.... it was almost out of body to me.
It seemed like a long birth,.... I really don't know how long we were at the hospital and when you consider the actual labor process to start,.... but we were for sure there all day.... I can remember the delivery room,.... it seemed large, and very sterile... there were like 3 medical people in there I believe. I felt very small. I was very exhausted.
May 6, 1991 at 00:26am @ 6lbs 7.3oz and 19 3/4" long, Brian was born. The relief of him finally being here, and knowing that "I did it!" was wonderful. I was sooo cold, I was shaking. When they asked if I wanted to hold him, I was too scared I would drop him, so I didn't take him. His father took him to the nursery instead. I had tore pretty bad, and spent a good while wrapped in what felt like not enough blankets, while they stitched me up.
Then I was left in the recovery room where I had to drink what seemed a gallon of water and use the bathroom before I could go into my actual room. What a process. You had your first room, labor... then delivery, then recovery and lastly the room you share with what you hope isn't someone annoying. My body felt worn out, but I was so wired.
When I finally got to my room, I was the only one there for the first day or so... it was nice. My nurse came in and told me that I had to take myself down to the nursery to get Brian. They wanted you up and moving. Well, I had already tried that, and it was very painful. I had already been taking my own Advil. When he took a look at my stitches, I was VERY swollen.... he brought me an ice pack, some motrin (he was less than pleased that I'd been taking my own stuff LOL) and went and brought Brian to me.
I managed to crawl out of the bed, and went to him, I stood there just looking for a good while,.... he was so tiny. I was really afraid I might do something wrong in picking him up. There he was though, sleeping soundly. I uncovered a hand, I wanted to see the tiny fingers.... I finally got the nerve up to pick him up and he was so warm, so soft. I loved him so much.
This child was something else. When he was tiny, I called home to mom often. He had a crying time,.... where for what seemed like MONTHS he cried at a certain time of the day,.... is he getting enough to eat?? he's not wet,... what is wrong with this kid I would cry to mom. Eventually he was fun,... he would smile often,... he was a happy baby. Always a happy baby, he loved to be held and cuddled,... I started calling him my Pookie Bear,... you know, like Garfield's little bear?? He just clung to you. He was blonde with blue eyes... he was pretty. Being in Hawaii when I was out and about with him, the Asian girls just adored him, and took his picture and wanted to hold him. I was proud. This was my son.
Once he learned how to smile, it seemed the smile never left his face
Brian is a pretty good big brother (seen here with his sister Jessica in 1994)
From as early as I can remember, he would love to pretend to play videogames, and that has yet to stop. He loves all computer and video games still. He is really very good at them too.
Brian has always been a fairly smart kid, learning the basics (colors, #'s, ABC's) at a pretty early age,.. he has proven to continue to be as smart through his school years. This is 3rd grade awards ceremony.
Today, Brian has headed off to school at a very early hour of 7:20. Normally we don't leave the house until 7:35. He is a member of a club, FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America) and they are going to a Spring Conference. He will take a test there,... but after the kids will go out for lunch, then go to the mall and trip around. Between us and his Grandma, he's got just about $70.00 to spend. He wore nice dress slacks, white shirt and his first tie. He looked so handsome. He wasn't up for the picture idea this morning, but I will get him this afternoon when he gets home and share with all :o)
We're very proud of Brian, he's nothing but a helpful kid. We've of course had our moments with him, but seriously, he is a good kid.
Happy 14th Birthday Brian!!!
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Weird dreams....
Last night was really bad for sleep. Tossed and turned, that sort of thing. However, when I did manage to fall asleep, I dreamt of my Grandma and Grandpa. Both have been gone for years. I dreamt I was at their house, with my mom, and my family. Also the three kittens. I remember seeing Grandma with our youngest, who she never knew about, I remember helping her wash dishes.... and her grumbling because one of the kittens pee'd on her carpet. I knew the kittens were upsetting her due to this, so I took them to the empty garage. They never had a garage where they lived. When I woke again,... I thought, how horrible I was for bringing the kittens to their house, as Grandpa was very allergic to pet dander.
Fell back to sleep, and there I was again dreaming weird dreams. I'm not sure where I was,... I want to say back at grandma's again though. My Uncle Johnny was there, and he was talking to me,... he asked "Before we got started, how many uncles did you have??" I said 5. Grandma had 5 boys,... so I think I was counting Uncle Johnny who is my Grandpa's son from his first marriage. Then from around the corner, my Uncle Rod walked in. I was stunned. I can still recall that feeling sitting here. I was literally in shock. Uncle Rod had passed away years ago. He was cremated and ashes sprinkled out into the ocean. Yet there he stood. Smiling. He was trying to convince me that he was who he really is. I saw my mom in the other room, watching my reaction. She seemed unsure as well. Yet, he kept talking to me,... "Sing me the song you used to sing when you were a little girl" he said. He sang a bit of it,.... something to do with chocolate or candy or something if I recall. I told him "I didn't sing when I was little, I was too shy and quiet" By this time, Mom got up and went to him, kissed him on the cheek, and walked back into the livingroom. It was like she knew then it really was him,.... but I still couldn't believe it. He followed her to the livingroom and I woke up again.
Dec 1971 - Uncle Rod and I
My mom told me of a dream she once had with my Uncle Jack in it,... he was someone I really idolized. She said that in this dream, he told her she needed to get her affairs in order. She took this to heart, and she got some paperwork type stuff together. I'm not sure what all it was, maybe a will?? but I dont think so. In any event,... what were these people from my past trying to tell me??? Why is it that I even dreamt of my Uncle? I've not really given him much thought lately. He's been gone for many years. Why didn't my Dad come to me? or my Uncle Jack?? I just think that dreams can be weird, and if it is their way of reaching out, I wish that it wasn't so cryptic.
Well, with what little sleep I got last night, I'm going to catch a catnap on the couch for awhile. Who knows, maybe I'll have another family reunion in my dreams.
Fell back to sleep, and there I was again dreaming weird dreams. I'm not sure where I was,... I want to say back at grandma's again though. My Uncle Johnny was there, and he was talking to me,... he asked "Before we got started, how many uncles did you have??" I said 5. Grandma had 5 boys,... so I think I was counting Uncle Johnny who is my Grandpa's son from his first marriage. Then from around the corner, my Uncle Rod walked in. I was stunned. I can still recall that feeling sitting here. I was literally in shock. Uncle Rod had passed away years ago. He was cremated and ashes sprinkled out into the ocean. Yet there he stood. Smiling. He was trying to convince me that he was who he really is. I saw my mom in the other room, watching my reaction. She seemed unsure as well. Yet, he kept talking to me,... "Sing me the song you used to sing when you were a little girl" he said. He sang a bit of it,.... something to do with chocolate or candy or something if I recall. I told him "I didn't sing when I was little, I was too shy and quiet" By this time, Mom got up and went to him, kissed him on the cheek, and walked back into the livingroom. It was like she knew then it really was him,.... but I still couldn't believe it. He followed her to the livingroom and I woke up again.
Dec 1971 - Uncle Rod and I
My mom told me of a dream she once had with my Uncle Jack in it,... he was someone I really idolized. She said that in this dream, he told her she needed to get her affairs in order. She took this to heart, and she got some paperwork type stuff together. I'm not sure what all it was, maybe a will?? but I dont think so. In any event,... what were these people from my past trying to tell me??? Why is it that I even dreamt of my Uncle? I've not really given him much thought lately. He's been gone for many years. Why didn't my Dad come to me? or my Uncle Jack?? I just think that dreams can be weird, and if it is their way of reaching out, I wish that it wasn't so cryptic.
Well, with what little sleep I got last night, I'm going to catch a catnap on the couch for awhile. Who knows, maybe I'll have another family reunion in my dreams.
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