Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Ah, the joys of motherhood!

http://elfyourself.com/?id=1301939060

tee hee tee!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Is there such a thing as TOO MUCH DORA?

Ella lays down for a nap at 1:00. She doesn't fall asleep until about 3:45. Pain in my heiney, and stubborness aside -- I witness the following scenario from the couch.

Ella has arranged 3 blankets in front of her on her pallet by the couch. She says, "Which path should we take? This one? (she points to purple blankie) No. This one? (she points to green blankie) No. This one? (she points to pink blankie.) Yes! That's right. You're so smart!"

Maybe there IS such thing as TOO MUCH DORA THE EXPLORER. But we have her ever growing Spanish vocabulary to thank for it.

So far,
Buenos Dias and Rojo.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Moments in Mommy land

(this was a post I started a while ago, but due to my time restraints I was unable to finish it on time. Here is the final product.)

My baby Ainslie was diagnosed with RSV (Or as I call it, THE REALLY STUPID VIRUS) Thursday night after a 7 and a half hour stint in the ER. She was admitted to the hospital at 3 am and was put under observation for 24 hours.

That was a horrible experience for me. Nothing to do but sit and wait to see if she got worse or stayed the same. Lucky for me -- she stayed the same and got to ride the rest of it out at home.
As blessed as I was -- getting to take my baby home after a 24 hour period, it made me wonder how people who have children with long-term or terminal illness do it. It's frightening to have your child put in a hospital bed, watching monitors, seeing her struggle through congestion that her little lungs aren't capable of handling. What about those with a more serious, long lasting disease?

I pray I never have to experience that.

In a discussion about "adulthood," I once told Brian that I first truly felt "adult" when I backed my car out of our garage of our home in The Woodlands and clicked the "clicky" to close it as I zoomed on my way to work.

What a false sense of "adulthood" that was. I will say that after being a Mommy for nearly three years, nothing made me feel more like an adult than sitting alone at 2 am in an ER room with my sick 3 week old. It was just she and I, and she was depending on me to stay awake and keep her comfortable as possible. It is in those times when your fears are not for yourself, but for your child. In those unselfish moments, I realize that is when I became an adult.

Not with my first paycheck, or car or graduating from college. But, in giving birth, changing diapers, cleaning up throw up and nursing at all odd hours of the night.

Sounds frightening doesn't it? But, I love being a Mommy.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Double Ear Infections -- Double Whammy!

Last week Ella was diagnosed with double ear infections. This was a result of a virus she picked up from daycare. I have been paranoid since that Ainslie would pick this up -- and apparently she picked something up, because she started sneezing night before last and had green gook coming out her nose!
Brian and I took her to the Dr. yesterday and can you believe it? DOUBLE EAR INFECTIONS! Now I have 2 bottles of the "pink stuff" in my fridge.
Poor Ainslie can't really take anything for her stuffiness and is really struggling to breathe. I just pray it doesn't go to her lungs, Dr. Broussard told me if it does, to take her to the ER. If she tests postive for RSV she'll have to be admitted. :(

Tough week!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Window of Mercy

Ella received a small "window of mercy" on Halloween night. She wasn't completely restored from her virus, but she was feeling good enough to trick or treat around Grammie and
Grumpie's neighborhood. My favorite moment from last night is when Ella, with pumpkin bucket in one hand and fairy wand in the other, approached her very first house. The people giving out candy asked her how old she was. So, she turned to me and said "here," while handing me her pumpkin bucket. Then said "here," again as she handed me her fairy wand. Then she proudly held up her "2" that she had been working so hard to perfect for the past couple of weeks. I am so proud of the fact that she never freezes when people ask her questions and she seems to always be friendly to everyone. (I wonder where she gets that from?!)
After her brief, but successful candy haul, we returned to Grammie's house where Ella was "MAGIC ELLA" and waved her fairy wand around in dramatic fashion until it was time to go home. Unfortunately for us, at 4 this morning she had a fever again. I called the Dr., went to Walgreens and got her some medicine and took her back to see the Dr. today. FOILED AGAIN! Double ear infections.

The good news is now we know what it is and we have medicine to make it better. We have been very blessed that Ainslie hasn't gotten sick and she seemed to really enjoy her first Halloween. Even though all she did was sleep on Aunt Mysti all night. :)

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Juggling Act

My first official juggling act as a MOTHER OF TWO was a disaster.
Ella came down with some sort of bug yesterday.

I was doing great -- decided to take the girls to Walmart and buy my FANTASTIC ELDEST some make up to wear for Halloween. Don't get appalled -- I know she's two, it was just glitter lipgloss and glitter to wear with her fairy costume. (Pics posted soon.)

I felt such ambition to go it alone because: 1.) I had no choice -- my husband is out every night of the week until 8 or 9 and 2.) I was on a natural high from the fact that my FANTASTIC ELDEST took her flu shot like a champ earlier that morning and even THANKED the nurses after they were done. She left my Dr.'s crew totally baffled as she walked out the door with lolipop and bubbles in hand.

The fact that I got out the door fully dressed with both children happy and quiet should have been enough to make me feel acomplished. Not to mention that I got out of the car and through the parking lot without loss of limb or abduction. Even the whole Walmart experience was smooth and I got through the check out fairly quickly. THAT should have been the sign that my luck was about to run out.

I was going to meet my parents at IHOP and as I put the girls back in the car, I realized that Ella felt warm and probably had a fever. I should have just gone home- but apparently, I am stupid. I drove to the IHOP parking lot and got Ella out, only to be thrown up on. :)

My poor FANTASTIC ELDEST was going down hill fast and the only thing I could rest assure in was the fact that my SLEEPY YOUNGEST was OUT like a light as I was frantically trying to clean off half-digested Mac n Cheese from mine and Ella's clothes. (Why is it ALWAYS the mac n cheese!?)

Thank goodness Brian decided to call it a night earlier than normal and came home to help out. I am not short of post natal hormones right now, and just the thought of my baby girl being sick, seeing her suffer was more than I could handle at the time.

At least she's better and can semi-enjoy her Halloween this year. Let's just PRAY that baby Ainslie doesn't get sick. I don't think I could handle that. I would surely fall apart.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Snack, Anyone?

In keeping with my "food" themed blogs, I thought I'd share a fun experience that I had today.

Ainslie lost her umbilical cord today! Yeah! She is apparently advanced in this because Ella didn't lose hers for almost 2 weeks! Believe me when I say that umbilical cords are somewhat gross. As far as a wonderful tool for giving nutrition and life to an unborn baby they are great -- and their blood has amazing restorative powers. However, that lil' blue stump is a little gross to look at when you have to change diapers every 10 minutes.

Anyhoo -- I was on the phone while changing her diaper, so I stuck it in a wipee on the arm of the chair. I got off the phone and picked Ainslie up to find her a new onesie and when I returned to the living room, Argie was chewing on something.

Yes, the umbilical cord. EEEEeeew!
Anyone hungry after that one?
GROSS!

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Beverage, anyone?

My eldest is smart. She already understands that when I am nursing, it means Ainslie is "drinking" milk. This morning she came up to me in my chair as I was feeding Ainslie and asked,
"Mommy, can I have a drink?"

Surely she means in her sippie cup, I thought to myself? But, I couldn't help but ask,

"You mean from Mommy?"

"Yes!" She said excitedly with a big smile.

"No, thanks." I replied.

"Why?" she said with a sad little look on her face.

"Because, as much as I love you Ella, you have teeth."

She laughs -- is it because she knows that's funny? :)

Monday, October 15, 2007

To my first born:

Ella Grace,

I have had lots of thoughts on becoming a mother of two. It's a simple position that many find themselves in. I will share the title with gazillions of mothers through time, but I can't help but wonder how my heart will change.

I can't imagine what love will be like after tommorow. I can't imagine my heart any bigger -- but I'm told that's what happens. I can't imagine loving another human as much as I love you, but I hear it's gonna happen.

Just know that you were my absolute FIRST true love. You taught be about what unconditional love truly is. I THOUGHT I understood a mother's love before you, but I was clueless. You hold a spot in my heart that no other man, woman or child can replace. You, in your tiny, newborn body, with no knowledge or speech -- taught me, just by being alive in the world, and needing me.

I know there will times when you are upset with me, or don't understand the decisions I make. Just know that I am doing the best I can, and I do it all out of love for you.

I have often heard the argument about people who feel that they couldn't bring a child into a "world like this." But, who is to say that you won't be the one person who makes a difference in the world? I have every confidence that you can do this, because you have already made such an amazing impact in my world in the short 2 1/2 years that you've been in my life.

Thank you for being such a good girl. I know you are going to be an amazing big sister.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Pumpkin's Last "In Utero Photoshoot"

I went to the Dr. this past Tuesday, and although it was somewhat late for an ultrasound, we did one anyway. Somehow, I had missed the 31 week 4d ultrasound. So, she did a 37 week ultrasound. Pumpkin looks a little "squished" because she doesn't have that much room anymore and I have ALOT LESS amniotic fluid this time than with Ella. Ella was literally, SWIMMING around in my tummy. No wonder she likes the pool so much.
Despite my best efforts at non-verbal communtication with my unborn daughter, it seems like this baby is going to look like Brian too. :) I would just like to have ONE that looks like me. :)
Anyhoo, stay tuned -- in 4 more days, you'll see the real deal!


4D 3/4 View -- Poor Squishy!






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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Surprise Fire Drill

Sometimes, when something surreal happens in my everyday life, I find myself saying "this is SO going in my blog!" Today, I had one of those experiences.

During our last class of the day (Kindergarten) we were surprised when the fire alarm went off.
No biggie, right? WRONG!

Imagine 4 classes of brand-spankin'-new-kinders who DON'T HAVE A CLUE why there are flashing lights and loud noises going off in the gym. Add to this fact that half of them DO NOT speak English -- then let the craziness ensue.

After a mad dash outdoors and several tired, crying and confused kindergartners have been evacuated into the back field of the school -- we wait. I am thinking this is a HORRIBLE time for a fire drill. But, it wasn't a fire drill. A smoke detector went off, so we wait for the fire department to give the all-clear. The all-clear didn't come for about 15 minutes, and not until after a thunderstorm began pouring down on all of us.

Lovely, no?

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Today I Got The Pink Slip

No, not the one you are thinking.

The pink "slip" of material that the nurse gives you after taking your weight and blood pressure, and before the Dr. comes in. If you are female and over the age of 18, you know what I am talking about.

The pink slip is the unspoken request for you to strip from the waist down, cause you are about to be violated.

Well, until today. I went for my 36-week visit, and after chit chatting with the nurse -- I had expected, and got, the pink slip. Guh. I know -- there are less than 3 weeks until my baby comes, but I am not (nor should anyone be) ready to be examined in my pelvic region. Regardless, a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. So, I stripped and sat with that stupid-answer to-all-women's-modesty drapped across my legs and tucked under on the sides.

The beauty of TODAY's visit is that the nurse-practitioner came in and asked me if I wanted the exam.

HA HA HA! Do I want a pelvic exam?!

"Well," she said " if you haven't had any contractions, and since you are having a C-Section, I don't really see the need for one." (And no need for that lovely Strep Test that comes at this time, either.) If you don't know about that, I won't ruin the surprise for you -- just another one of those fun things that prepares you for all the uncomfortable, uncontrollable moments of motherhood to come. :)

So, today was a lovely end to my 2 weeks visits, and the beginning of my never-ending appreciation for Sue Cote', my nurse practitioner.

On to my 1 week visits.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Oh What a Beautiful Morning...

Maybe this is just my ARTSY FARTSY side talking -- but I have always sworn that I can tell it's fall even when it's NOT cool outside. It has to do with the way the sun shines. There is a visual "warming" in the rays of the sun. It's amazing. I saw it for the first time today as I opened my blinds in my living room.

And it was raining leaves! There was a breeze outside and leaves are in a constant state of "rain." AMAZING!

My husband was leaving for work and kissed Ella and I goodbye. As he was about to walk about the door, Ella said "Daddy, HUG!" So, he laughed, turned around and gave her another hug. She pointed to me and said, "Give Mommy Hug." So, he did. As he walked out he said, "Love you girls." Ella said, "Love you, Daddy." Brian walked out the door and she turned to me and said, "Love you too, Mommy."

Now I am watching her practicing her arabesques with the blue-footed booby bird on "Little Einsteins," dressed in nothing but a pull up. :)

This is the good life.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

When does happiness HAVE to cost money?

While waiting in the grocery store check out line, I read this headline on a popular magazine.

"20 ways to make someone happy for $20.00 or less."

What is wrong with the world?! I mean, I am the first to admit that I find great satisfaction in a new tube of lipgloss or something shiny from a store. But, when I think back about the happiest moments in my 29 years of life, the happiest moments don't cost a thing.

Ok - except for the day I got married. And, the day that Ella was born.
Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess happiness does cost money.
And now that I think about it, I could have had a simple wedding with no frills, and we could have had dinner on the grounds like church at my reception. Brian and I could have danced our first dance together as the wedding party sang "Close To You." I could have thrown those weeds that make the puffy ball things you blow and make wishes on as my bouquet. I would have been just as happy and just as married. (Sorry, Parents, that it took me nearly 6 years of marriage and thousands of dollars later to discover this out.)
Somehow I don't think that squatting in the woods with no pain killers would have made me just as happy on the day Ella was born -- but I digress.
In the end, I'd choose many happy moments spent with my family and friends rather than "$20.00 happiness." Times where we laugh our heads off about silly things. Those times mean more to me than any amount of money (or painkillers.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Phone Savvy?

Last night, I decided to jump in the shower and let Ella watch TV on my bed. Usually, she takes one with me, but as I was washing my hair, she brought me the phone. I saw that I had a missed call from Brian, so I called him back.

This morning, however, Rose informed me that she called me last night. Ella answered the phone. She asked her where I was. Ella told her I was pooping then said, "Bye," and hung up the phone.

Apparently, I need to take the phone with me everytime I go shower.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

The Five Senses

Today, while reading a magazine, Sheila said she read something interesting:

For good mental health, its important to find something enjoyable to all 5 senses and take time to stop and enjoy them and recognize them. Find something that smells good and really take time and enjoy it, and so on with all the senses. I thought about this alot after Ella and I made a mad-dash for the car from the grocery store while it was pouring down rain.

Here are my favorite enjoyed "sense" moments:

1. Sight - One of my favorite sights is to watch Ella sleeping. She is so peaceful and snuggly in her bed. It makes everything seem ok and right with the world.

2. Sound - I heard Ella giggling and laughing as we ran to the car through the rain, and everyone else sat under the awning waiting for the rain to settle down. I didn't want to wait and I thought Ella should know what it's like to run through the rain at some point -- so we did. I am so glad we did too. Hearing her laugh and giggle and being with her during her first "run through the rain" was something I'll never forget.

3. Touch - I love when Ella puts both of her hands on my cheeks, looks me straight in the eye and tells me, "You're Beautiful, Mommy." It took me 29 years to actual believe that when someone told me. And she just sits there and rubs my cheeks with her hands.

4. Smell - I love the smell of Ella when we just get out of the shower and I put lotion on her. She is a big girl, but just for a while, she smells like my babygirl.

5. Taste - Ella loves yogurt. I love to kiss on her after she eats strawberry yogurt. She's so sweet.

It's almost like I didn't live before 2 1/2 years ago. Not with all my senses anyway.

Monday, September 3, 2007

On 'Roids! Grr...

I am a healthy chick, always have been. never have allergies, EVER! Except when I am pregnant. I have been enduring this with few issues until Saturday when my throat got itchy and I started sneezing more often. So, it progresses into Sunday and by this point I am misreable. I can't breathe, My head feels like its in a vice, my throat is killing me -- the sneezing won't stop. At this point I am SO SURE I have a sinus infection.

I called the Dr. at 9:30 this morning and was signing my name on the log sheet in the waiting room by 10:00. I was desperate. After a lovely gag-fest of a strep test its --- ALLERGIES, but, worse than before. My sherlock holmes, standby of a doc thinks its due to the ragweed.

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DANG RAGWEED!



So, now I am on the 'roids, people: FLONASE.
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Hopefully this will help. But, I think with the juicing and the hormonal pregnancy stuff going on, I am sure to be suffering from road rage. Or, should I say, someone will be suffering from MY roadrage. ha ha ha... juicing.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

October 16th

October 16th, 2007.
That is the day that my Dr. and I scheduled for my 2nd born's birthday. Amazing that you can pull out your calendar and have your swanky Doc pull out her BLACKBERRY and PLAN your own child's birthday.

But, don't think me a fool. I have never been one (especially since having my first child) to believe that "all goes according to plan." If having a child has taught me anything it is that the more control you try to achieve, the less you realize you have. I have especially learned this about toddler bowel movements.

Someone asked me if I was worried I would go into labor early. And in fact, I hadn't thought about that. Ella never dropped, I never dialated and I never felt labor pain with my first pregnancy. My fear is that I'll go into labor and not realize it or act too late and my "Planned C-Section" will turn into a "Emergency C-Section." I don't like putting the word "emergency" in front of anything that involves kids. Especially my kids.

Please pray that this does not happen.

And pray for my husband to find a NICE name that we all -- most importantly-- Baby Pumpkin can live with. :)

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

5% of the population...

...suffer from hypertrichosis.

Hypertrichosis is a term for when you have eyelashes that grow inward toward the inside of your eye. Guess what. I have it.

I went to the eye doctor yesterday because my allergies have been so bad and I constantly feel an intense itching in the inner corner of my eyes. I knew that it was probably due to my "pregnancy allergies" but decided to go get checked out anyway because I have had scaring on my cornea from past eye infections. After a short consultation with the eye doctor about allergies and medicine, he looks at my eyes with that magnifying light thingy and two seconds after turning on the light he says, "It's not allergies." I say, "Oh, man, it's an infection?"
"No, its trichosis." he replies.
"It's whats-osis?" I say.
You have eyelashes that grow inward in your eyelids.

Yipee.

So after a long explanation about how bad it's gonna hurt, he puts numbing drops in my eyes, turns the lights down low and opens the door and yells down the hall, "Set back my next appointment, I'm gonna be in here a while." He lets another Dr. passing by know what I have and it's apparently some sort of "freak of nature" thing I have 'cause no one can believe it. The other Dr., the nurses....

So, yeah, I am beginning to freak out now. Dr. comes back in and starts prepping his big curved, freaky looking tweezer things. I ask, "So, is this really going to be bad?" He replies, "Is that your first pregnancy?" I say, "No." He says, "You'll be fine, then." I am thinking, "WHAT THE HECK!?!" This is gonna be BAD!

Turns out it wasn't AS bad as I thought. I had 8 plucked from my right eye and 4 plucked from my left -- but it took about 3 or 4 tugs on each hair and my eyes kept watering up really bad. It felt like someone was pulling my eyelashes out through a secret passage in the back of my nose. Halfway through I decided I deserved a pretzel. But, I was good and went and got a Frullati fruit chiller instead.

The worst thing about all of this is knowing I have to go back and probably get more plucked. The Dr. said that usually your insurance requires you to go back for two plucking procedures before they'll cover the cauterizing surgery to keep the hairs from growing back. Yipee!

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Pregnancy Dreams

OK, so, for those of you who know me -- you know I am a weird dreamer in general. Things get EXTREMELY amplified while I am pregnant. I have been sharing some of these with some of you face to face, but I just have to write down my most recent two, so I will remember them later. Maybe they'll also be a source of entertainment and enjoyment for you. Generally, the people I love most do "mean things" to me in my dreams. Say rude things, ignore me, etc. And night before last was no different....

(Wayne's World Dream Intro)
doodily-do-doodily-do-doodily-do....


I walking around in the huge, ornately decorated lobby of a hotel. It's got a lot of gold trim and accents everywhere, so I am thinking I must be in one of the Trump Hotels. I walk out into this beautiful atrium where two large glass elevator shafts are. I see the biggest freakin' gorilla I have ever seen in my life! Next thing I know we are in hot pursuit. I apparently have super-natural-hero-type powers at this point, 'cause I'm climbing the outside of the elevator shaft, bounding off of rafters -- trying anything to get this giant gorilla away from me. I end up distracting him, running back inside the lobby and temporarily locking him out into the atrium. I know it won't be long until he crashes in the glass doors, so I run and I can hear him banging into the glass behind me.

I jump on the nearest indoor elevator -- decorated with ornate gold carvings, of course, only the best for "The Donald" -- and I hit the highest floor, cause I know Brian and I are staying in this sweet suite at the very top of this hotel. I am hoping the whole time that this gorilla who has it out for me doesn't know how to operate the buttons of the elevator. But, for some reason, I can hear him coming, I KNOW HE'S COMING and it's freaking me out!

I get to the top floor of our 'penthouse suite' and run in and start locking several doors and openings. There are tons of them and I run by Brian who is in nothing but his boxer-briefs and he's talking on his cell phone. I start frantically begging him to help me lock all the doors, and he holds on up one finger and mouths to me, "Hold on one second."


I CAN'T WAIT TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF AN ANGRY GIANT GORILLA!

I start yelling, "Please, help me lock all the doors." Again, he mouths, "Hold on." He goes on with his cell phone conversation about band auditions.

I wake up. GUH!

My other dream isn't quite as funny, or as vivid, but the funny part of this morning's dream (yes, it's 5:40 on a Sat. morning and I'm awake.) is that I was feeding Brian a vanilla pudding cup like a baby. And every time I would give him I bite, he'd say, "Mmmmm, puddin' loving."

Ok. Weird.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Her Biggest Fear?!

My 2 year old is afraid of few things. No problem with heights, or speed, or falling for that matter. She gets that from me. She doesn't fear strangers, not even elderly people at the nursing home. She gave a total stranger in a wheel chair a big hug once. She's not really afraid of anything that most 2 years old are afraid of, but today I discovered one of her fears.

Dryer lint.

Yes, you read it correctly, dryer lint.

I emptied the dryer this morning, and I guess some of the lint trailed behind me and landed on my recliner as I was folding clothes. When I was done, I got up to leave and heard Ella scream and run. I came back and a "lint creature" was sitting on the recliner, and she was FREAKED OUT ABOUT IT! Brian who was sitting in the office, heard her yell and asked me if she fell and hurt herself. It took me a minute to figure out she was afraid of the lint. When I picked it up to throw it away, she backed up, wide-eyed and cautious.

My kid, afraid of lint. Sheesh.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Ella's taking a poll

During our hour and a half wait at the car dealership today, Ella and I enjoyed the complimentary popcorn and fine amenities of Goodson Honda's Kid's Playroom. While there, we met a sweet guy (probably 8 or 9) who was nice enough to let Ella watch The Wiggles. He also let her join him in some Lego building. They were playing and talking to each other and he was being so nice and patient with her.

Then she squatted down right in front of him, looked him square in the eye and asked, "Do you go poo-poo in the potty?"

The cute little guy replied, "Do you need to use the restroom?"

"Nope," Ella said.

I guess she's just taking a poll to see which parents make their kids actually do something as appalling as poo-pooing in the potty.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

She went to be with the Lord

Nina Mae Dorsey went to be with her Father this morning, around 11:30.


She joins her family including her husband and her daughter. She doesn't hurt anymore, she can talk God's ears off is she wants to now. She can laugh, and jump and do all the silly things she used to do before her body wouldn't let her anymore.


God Bless you Nina Mae. Thank you for my Mother. Thank you for doing the best you could to raise her and make her a wonderful mother to me. I will do my best to keep that tradition going so my daughters will be good mothers too.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

My Big Mamma

I originally wrote this on my Myspace blog, but wanted to share it with some of my readers who don't have a Myspace.









This is my Big Mamma. She is my Mom's Mom. She is in a nursing home in Hospice care.

Yesterday some of the family went to sit with her and wait. We talked about her, and our family and some of her favorite things. She is in a coma, so she can't talk back, but the nurses say she can still hear us.

I never knew her that well, because she has always been a rather private person. She used to watch me and my cousins when we were little, and one of my best memories of her was when I was about 9 or 10. She was trying to help me move this tether ball pole on the side of her house. It was stuck deep in mud and went she went to pull it out, she "lost her grip" and tooted. She stopped, looked at me and said, "Dang, Frog!" and stomped the ground.

She had a funny sense of humor, that one. :)

Big Mamma also loved to get artwork from me. I guess she probably did from every grandkid, but she always fussed over mine, and it really made me feel special.

While its sad to watch her go, I know she has lived a long, full life and that she'll be re-united with her husband and daughter and more people she loves that I can possibly recount. She was a strong lady. She overcame many things in her life. She had 5 children, lost her husband at a young age and never re-married. She is a cancer survivor who lost her voice several years back, but never lost her sense of humor.

If I could create a heaven for you, Big Mamma, it'd be full of bright green frogs, and beautiful butterflies and a great TV channel with nothing but old westerns starring strong, handsome men. I love you.

Friday, July 20, 2007

She Who Must Not Be Named

No, she's not evil, that we know of.

My 2nd daughter, who shall remain nameless, is due in October. I never really thought about how exciting that time of year is until recently. I have around 3 months left of my pregnancy and it hit me yesterday at Cracker Barrel of all places.

My grandparents took my daughter and I to go eat there and when we walked into the "country store," there was a huge display of autumn stuff, cute lil' pumpkins and all.

I forgot how much I LOVE fall. I love the feel, the colors, the smells, the air. I can't wait to have a baby who's birthday will be in October. And I can't believe its already almost August and she'll be here before we know it.

My husband has the privilege of naming our second daughter -- which he has failed to do so at the present moment. Don't worry -- I got "veto power."

I named my first daughter very early on, so I was able to call her by name in the womb. I just feel bad cause I don't have anything really to call this baby, beside "baby sister." So, after my Cracker Barrel visit, I decided "Pumpkin" would be a good little nickname in the meantime. After all, my first daughter is a "bug," and I have a "bean" for a niece, so why not a lil' "pumpkin?"

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Gee Golly

I have had so much on my mind and so much I want to discuss. I just don't have the time right now. We are in the middle of (what feels like to me) the longest house rennovation project EVER. ( I know this isn't true because my friend said her Dad tore down their master bedroom back in '97 and its still not done.)

In the meantime my two year old is discovering the joys of climbing on EVERYTHING in our house and falling on our new HARD tile floor. Hopefully, I'll be able to write about some stuff during naptime, instead of falling asleep with Ella when I go to lay her down. hee hee hee. Such is the life of a pregnant woman.

Welcome to the club, Rooney! :) I'm so excited for you!

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Home Remodelling and Brain Cancer Remission.

No, I don't have brain cancer. But, I met someone who does, or did. Have you ever met anyone who was "supposed" to die, but didn't? They are really interesting people to be around. They have the most amazing view of life. According to me, the right view.

Brian and I are rennovating our house. New kitchen, new tile, new bathroom stuff. Lots of hard work, most of which Brian has done. He has demolished (on purpose) alot of the old stuff we were getting rid of. Floor tile, carpet, laminate, countertops, backsplash. He went in and did alot of the dirty work and stirred up alot of dust.... but back to my story.

Two days ago, Brian went to check on the progress of the tile-laying, (which is seeming to take forever while we "vacation" at my parent's house.) He soon realized our AC had gone kaput. Guh! When it rains it pours. So yesterday, I had to go and wait for the AC guy to come and find out what was wrong because Brian is working Band Camp this week. After waiting and waiting and waiting some more, "Sal & Al Air Conditioning" shows up at my very hot house with a very hot (temp. wise) pregnant lady waiting inside her car.

Sal & Al show me whats wrong (too much tile dust and debris in the AC coil) and start fixing the problem - nothing too serious, just a corroded piece thats only about $200. (BTW- Cleaning and hosing down your outdoor AC Unit/Coil once a month can save you alot of $$ on your light bill. --- Thanks Al!)

As I am sitting there watching them work, I start asking questions.
"Are you 2 father and son?"
"Yes."

"Who's Al and who's Sal?"
Younger guy - "I'm Al."
Older guy - "I'm neither. I named the company after my 2 sons, hoping they'd take over the business. One decided to go to college and work IN the AC, instead of with it."

...hang in here with me, its about to make sense.

The older "dad" explains that he and his son run the business now. Five years ago he was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and was expected to live only 6 months and has only been back at work for 1 year. I notice the fish tackle bracelet on his arm. Dummy me, I can't help it, I ask, "How did you do that? Survive that when someone told you that you'd die in 6 months?"

the following is what he told me, or what I remember -- sort of a paraphrased Dusti-esque re-canting of his testimony.

"The Dr. asked if I had enough money to live on for a while. I said Yes, I can budget for about 3 years. He said, well, you have grown sons who can take care of themselves, even if you die, they'll be ok. So, his advice to me was DON'T WORRY. Don't worry about money, don't worry about your kids, don't worry about anything."

OK- STOP! Can you believe that the ONE THING that an educated Dr. told his dying patient was "don't worry?" Amazing. And, furthermore- How can you NOT WORRY?

He explained to me that he read the Bible daily, prayed till his knees gave out and had a schedule for talking to his spiritual leaders. He alternated between the baptist preacher, the catholic preist, the lutheran minister, anyone who would talk to him. Aside from that he said he wouldn't stay still. As soon as he was able to get up and walk, he'd go walk a mile -- not run -- but a mile just the same, just very slowly. :)

This story was amazing to me. I have never frankly talked with anyone who had a terminal illness and made it past the other side. He seemed so happy to talk, not in a hurry, very nice and seemed to really appreciate life. I hope that even though my encounter with him was very short, that I'll be able to remember his story when I am down or worried.

ME:

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I have 2 lovely daughters and 2 handsome sons, who keep me very busy and a husband who keeps me grounded. I received my BA in Graphic Design Communication in 2003. A year and a half later after working in corporate America as a graphic designer and living through my OWN REAL LIFE "OFFICE SPACE" I got certified as art teacher. I have been teaching since the fall of 2004.