My Own Little World

A new start, again...

2012-02-02T10:53:00.006-06:00

Here I sit. Trying to get the motivation to go full force on this world of blogging. It's been a bumpy road but I figure as long as I keep trying, I may actually get somewhere with this.

There's a lot to be blogged about, that's for sure! So much, in fact, that I don't want to lose the magic by posting it all at once so I'm going to try and post a few times over the next week or so until I get caught up.

Let's start with the smaller things in life...

Those of you who have known me for a long time know that I'm a bit of a hippie deep down. I am deeply concerned with the health and well being of animals and our planet. In an attempt to cut down on what I throw in the landfills and pour into our water system, I'm giving it a go at home made laundry soap. I recently found a recipe on a blog that I follow (http://www.raisingolives.com/) that allows me to do just that.

I scored some pickle buckets at a local burger joint for a mere $2.50 each and got to work!

The recpie is quite simple really.

1 bar of soap (grated)

2 cups baking soda

2 gallons HOT water

Start by melting your grated soap in a pan with a touch of water, once melted add to bucket containing 2 gallons of hot water. Mix well. Once mixed, stir in baking soda. Allow to cool and use! 1/2 cup for 'normal' loads, 1 cup for 'heavily soiled' loads.

From what I read on the blog, the solution should gel up to the consistancy of liquid laundry soap. However, I have also read that sometimes it seems to separate and stays pretty thin. (This happened to me this first time) But as I understand you stir it well and use the regular measures. This is what I'm doing and it seems to be working great! I've used it on clothes, towels and even dog bedding.

I also had my girls help me with it. They like the idea of keeping multiple plastic bottles out of our landfills and had fun stirring the solution!

Try it out and let me know what you think!

I've failed...

2011-09-21T16:39:00.002-05:00

So- my whole attempt at staying active on my blog has failed, miserably. I'm going to give it another shot after reading my cousin's blog, ( www.csquaredindenver.blogspot.com ). I really feel like this could be a great place for me to breathe...let's hope there's someone around to read it... ;) I'll try to post tonight and catch you up on a day in the life of me!

Long Lost Blogger

2010-03-08T19:28:00.000-06:00

I have returned.
From the dark side of the moon.
I will continue to post- or die trying. (Ok-not really)
But seriously
I am not sure why I fell off of my blogger wagon but there really is no excuse for it. As far as I am concerned I got lazy and decided that no one was reading my ramblings anyways. No matter what the truth is~I like myself better when I am writing. At first my posts will be short and sweet - I am posting via my blackberry- but I will try-just for you!

Some Facts and Pictures

2009-03-04T08:47:00.008-06:00

In my earlier post, I explained the situation with regards to why we were holding a raffle and I would like to clarify a couple of things.

As stated before, we were unsure if the insurance was going to pick up the tab for the ultrasound. I made it very clear that the cost could very well be covered, no big deal. And in that event, where the raffle money would go. Since my post I have been bombarded (personally and through email or blog comments) about how the military insurance works and questions as to why it may not be covered. Instead of answering everyone with the same answers, I'm going to post it here.

I do not know the specifics of their private insurance and don't feel that it is any of my business, so I don't ask. I was simply told by Kelly that she was considering using her birthday money to pay for the ultrasound if insurance didn't cover it. As with many different insurances, there are many different types of the TriCare (<--click that word for a better explanation than I can give) options that can cover them. Being that Josh does what he does and in the branch of the military that he is, and the type of insurance that they chose, this situation is not unusual and is just one of the confusing conundrums that is medical coverage. I simply thought that holding a raffle would be fun as well as pay for the testing. Plain and simple. I would have held a raffle anyways to purchase the cloth diapers ( as also previously stated ) but I didn't feel that not disclosing the full use possibilities of the funds was right or fair to those who contributed. Never was the intention to acquire funds through "shady" means or methods. This is for good fun, nothing more.

I also feel very strongly that no matter what the insurance or financial situations are, it's none of my business. I'm doing this for a friend, to have fun and have a "different" way to celebrate the coming of their child. No one said that they couldn't afford these things, but I am doing this as a gift to someone that I care deeply for and, due to distance and circumstance, haven't seen in roughly 4 years. Please do not take offence to this, it's simply a broad spectrum answer to many questions that I have been asked.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE!!!!

I've been crafting...yes, the cards are made. (Well the first batch anyways!) I made more than ten, so I'm not exactly sure which ones will be in the lot but I wanted to post some pictures of them. We really need to get on the ball with raising money (we're at $2). So, here's your potential prize!

UPDATE!

2009-02-23T19:15:00.002-06:00

IT'S OFFICIAL!

I hold, in my hand, the first contribution (at least to me) to the raffle! A generous donation made by Miss Keri O and her son Toby! Thanks guys! And so it begins, who wants the cards? And how bad do you want them.......?

One for all, and all for KELLY!

2009-02-23T09:34:00.007-06:00

I know it's been awhile since my last post and I do apologize for my absent tendencies. But now that I'm back we have a serious topic to discuss, and you have the opportunity to win a prize!

Some of you may know (through my blabbing or you've been directed here by a letter/email you have recieved) about my good friend Kelly D. Kelly and her hubby Josh found out a few months ago that they are expecting a new member of their family. Baby D is due to arrive July 23, 2009 .

This in mind, family and friends are all very excited to find out if it's going to be a girl or boy. Some people like the element of surprise, others~ not so much. The second is the standings of Kelly and Josh. Unlike a lot of insurance carriers though, their insurance may not cover the 20 week ultra-sound where the sex of the baby is usually discovered.

Here's where you and prizes come into play!

After sleepless nights and late night telephone coversations, I offered up to Kelly to hold a raffle to raise money for the ultra-sound. After much back and forth-ing, here's what we've come up with.

Kelly, her mom, and I are each going to hand make blank stationary cards. You can use them for birthday wishes, get well soon, thanks or just because. It's your choice. These cards are going to be bundled in sets of 10. There will be three bundles and thus three chances to win. The raffle is starting immediately and will go through March 18th. It's a short time frame but I think we can do some real good here! Each entry will cost $1. So for each dollar you contribute, your name will go into the "hat" once. At the end of the time, Lily will draw 3 names out of the hat and those people will win one set of stationary.

Kelly and I both feel that it's VERY important that people know where their money is going in a situation like this. Here's the break down: As I mentioned before, the insurance coverage is still somewhat up in the air, depending on other routine tests and their results. I want to stress that any and all monies contributed to this fund will go to baby D, no matter what. If the ultra-sound is covered by insurance, OR we raise more money than necessary, additional funds will go to the CLOTH DIAPER FUND! That's right, sensitive bottoms and landfills everywhere unite in a single joyful noise, BABY D WON'T BE CONTRIBUTING TO THE MESS! (Well, not in disposable diapers anyways!) What many people don't realize is that for the immediate cost of roughly 30 adjustable diapers, baby D will never need a disposable pant. The up front cost of these "bootie barriers" however, is staggering. But long term, they pay for themselves in roughly three months and that includes the cleaning and sanitizing costs. So this option also assists in saving mom and dad as well!

In an attempt to keep this from getting too boring, I'm going to finish this post by inviting you to the contest and see what you can win! If you are interested, feel free to contact me about contributions and buy-ins for this project. If you are visiting my blog via Kelly and Josh, WELCOME, and feel free to contact me or the D's. Contributions are accepted to either party. You can reach me at: WhatWillBabyDBe@aol.com (that's right, I have set up a private email address just for this project!)

ALSO~ please follow the progress of this contest via blog post and photos here! Feel free to pass on this site, to friends and family. (even if you don't know Kelly and Josh, it's a great cause and cool prizes, even my friend who works at the local grocery store wants to buy in! She's my checker and a sweet heart!)

**REMEMBER, ALL IT TAKES IS A DOLLAR!**

The New Me....

2009-01-07T21:22:00.005-06:00

This time of year everyone is determined to drop 20 pounds, move up in their career or learn to speak French. I have thought long and hard about a New Years Resolution for me. For weeks it's been a blank....no, really, my mind has been blank as to this "new me goal".

Then just yesterday I realized what it is that I have to do. And surprise, surprise...it's got nothing to do with the NEW YEAR. This time, it's a resolution for me. Not for tradition or for the world to accept but something that I've been wanting to do for a long time. I strongly feel that now that I can put it into words, I can strive for my goal. A somewhat mild and simple goal, but easily attainable and success would mean that I would finally come to a place where I finally like ME.
My Goals:

I want to become a better mother. I succeed at what I am now because I try to do what is best for my children. I feel like sometimes I do what needs to get done without enjoying the simplicity in it. My children are first in my world. I need to make sure that they know the joy they bring me on a daily basis. I need to show them this!
Secondly, I would like to focus on my marriage. Let me start by saying that my relationship and marriage to Rick is all I have ever dreamed of...and more! He's there for me in a way that I could never have understood before. I have learned what LOVE is from Rick. Never have I thought that God would present me with someone who is as devoted, true and loving and allow me to keep this person so close for the rest of my days. This focus falls into my goals in a bit of a different way, that I will explain in a bit. The last part of my goal is an aspiration of self acceptance. I want to like myself for who I am, how I look and whom I surround myself with. I am tired of letting myself become the housewife who lives in PJ's and doesn't appreciate the person she is inside. I have no one to blame but myself that this has become commonplace for me. This in mind, I am the only one who can change it. If I set a personal goal and schedule, perhaps the things that I enjoy, that I have let fall by the way side, I can continue in and find the person I sometimes feel I left behind. I don't need to be younger to be myself. I just need to give myself time to be me. In taking a closer look at myself (inside and out), I want to focus on my physical and emotional health. No, I'm not a nut case, but just general time that people need to give themselves before they loose who they are. In doing this and becoming satisfied and happy with who I am, I feel that my marriage can only grow stronger. Thus, this resolution can help my relationship...a relationship that is already blessed grow stronger and closer still. Call me crazy, but by the end of 2009 (hopefully sooner) ~ I'm going to like ME.

Just think back....

2009-01-04T06:13:00.016-06:00

That's right. Take a deep breath, close your eyes...No, wait, don't close your eyes, or the entire point of this exercise will be a loss...Close your ears to the world around you and once more, become a child.....

Think back...
Think back to your biggest nemesis at the dinner table. No, not your sibling who stole the last dinner roll, but the one dish that caused the bottom to fall out of your stomach the moment you found out it was for dinner, the one dish you hated most. For me, cooked spinach...

Now, fast forward a bit to your independence, do you ever purchase or cook said item? No, not at all. Not out of disdain or disgust, but simply because you have made a subconscious choice to not ever see it at the store, it just never crosses your mind.

That was the world that I blissfully lived in. Even with my husband enjoying my most hated dish (or MHD) I could politely refuse to eat it and prepare an additional vegetable for my dinner.

Last night however, this most horrible memory came flooding back to haunt me, like school pictures from the 80's.

Some of you know how sick I have been over the last week or so and have been very kind and sympathetic. (Thanks!) However the ER doctor was far less than sympathetic, actually he was a complete ass, but that's for a different blog at a different time... Said doctor did however, prescribe me three medications with the hopes of allowing me to sleep for the first time in three days, without the blood vessel bursting, coughing fits that I had been experiencing. One of the medications is a cough syrup that contains Codeine, a narcotic. Dr. explained that it would not only calm the cough but also allow me to sleep a bit, not knock me out, but calm my nerves. This medication: CHERATUSSIN.

Last night I arrived home with a few groceries and my medication. Took the steroids, antibiotics, breathing treatment and cough syrup. What seemed like a meek medication, the liquid suspension proved the most vile. A strong menthol with a poor attempt at cherry flavoring, this stuff could peel the paint off of cars. Now I know what you're thinking, HALLS. NOT A CHANCE IN HELL! I hate HALLS with all of my being, but this stuff FAR surpasses the insanity of that tiny square.

Anyway~ Around 10:30 I was due for another dose before turning in for the night, or four hours...back to the poison...Just the thought of it ripped me through the very fabric of time to the dinner table and the sloppy pile of green on my plate. Growing colder by the second, and far nastier than it had originally been. Choking down one teaspoon full made me physically sick.

From here I can shorten the story a bit (I've already rambled on far too much), but the medication didn't work....not until paired once again with a breathing treatment from the nebulizer machine at about 12:30. Four hours of sleeping upright, (did I mention that I can't even lay down?) the coughing fits returned and I woke to pack Ricks lunch, re-dope (and subsequently become ill from the lovely 'Tussin)*side note, do not try to shove the medication spoon further back into your throat with the hopes of bypassing the taste buds on this one guys, the medication hitting your stomach in this fashion still causes severe retching, you just haven't given your stomach adequate warning.* I was able to partially delete the gagging flavors by chasing it with apple juice and a wonderful bowl of Simple Harvest Maple Brown Sugar with Pecan. (For all of you whose MHD was oatmeal as a child, try it. See if you can find a free sample online and give it a whirl. It comes in three flavors and it's not your mommas oatmeal! It's good!)

Next Blog: ER doctors that suck. (I've only met one).

Tis the season

2008-12-17T09:11:00.003-06:00

So, just the other day I was feeling a bit worse for wear and decided that a trip to my salon for a trim would be perfect. Clean up the look just before the holiday celebrations begin. That said, I was waiting for my turn when who should appear, but the Jolly Old Elf himself, Santa Claus. Here he comes, rosy cheeks and all, sauntering into the mall salon. After a brief whisper to one of the stylist pros on duty, he leaves then quickly returns with a framed photo (I'm guessing it was for a point of reference). As the small blond leads him back to his seat, Lily is in shock. Awe, really standing perfectly still, jaw to her collar bone. Closely monitoring his every step, Lil then reaches her hand out, blindly for my knee, steadily tapping it, trying to show me what she sees without taking her eyes off even for a second. It was adorable. Turns out Santa just needed a couple curls for photo time (I'm sure the trip in was a bit windy that day, what with no roof on the sleigh). Some curling of the beard and hair (he told the stylist that it took him 9 years to achieve his look) and he was off. Quite the spectacle, even passers by were using their cell phone cameras to capture this moment through the glass walls of the salon. I never would have thought it, but I quickly pulled mine out and (with permission) snapped away. I love cell phone cameras, I have caught many moments that would have otherwise been lost. This in mind, Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

2008-12-15T10:48:00.001-06:00

So, here come the holidays....I just had to tell you how it is around my house....

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I stopped to take a picture...

2008-12-12T10:52:00.004-06:00

I couldn't resist. After dropping Maddie and Bree off at school this morning, I was greeted by the most unusual sign that I have personally experienced. Now, mind you...this is in an area where dogs and cats FREQUENTLY go missing so, a scrawled message and phone number posted is not out of the norm. I also want to stress that I applaud the level of compassion it takes to temporarily house such a creature with the hopes of finding it's owners....but it was just too funny at 8:30 this morning...before my coffee.....

I try to be a good friend...

2008-10-12T23:31:00.004-05:00

I don't know what I've done in life to find myself down this road. I have done my best at making choices in friends and associates. Kept my distance when I felt out of place. I have even forgiven the mistakes of those whom hurt me the worst, even when I knew I shouldn't.

I find now, that I am learning what a true friend is. And that I don't have many. I try my hardest to be supportive, honest and a shoulder. I am in no way perfect, but I try...and once again it has gotten me hurt. Only this time, 20 years hangs in the balance. Some things are minor and petty~ I'll be the first to admit, to some, this is simply that. But when you have been there for EVERYTHING, forgiven EVERYTHING, NEVER ONCE be hateful or hurtful to someone...then just be replaced. Pushed aside...it's devastating. I had someone ask me a very honorable question on Friday...I said yes. I was honored...then today with no warning...thrown under the bus like an old gum wrapper.

At what point do we cut our losses and say goodbye? I don't know, I can't answer that, as you can see, I'm not good at doing that. I continue to stick around only to be abused again, and again. I told my husband tonight, "Sometimes it would be easier if I didn't love so much, if I didn't need my friends...but I do." I hate hurting like this. I haven't cried like this in a long time, and it sucks.

I guess 20 years of dedication means nothing anymore....

Not sure what this is all about.....

2008-09-19T01:00:00.003-05:00

As of Tuesday, I am now 28. Yes, I am a woman and I just told my age. I do not believe that we should be ashamed of our age, or our wrinkles (don't have any yet but I'm sure they are right around the corner), or our grey hair (don't have that either). So many people are afraid to look "old". Personally I believe that having a bit of "age" to your appearance makes one look wise, experienced and appreciative. In our society, we are so wrapped up in eye cream, hair dye, nips, tucks and what ever else will erase our experience in the world. Why not embrace it and be proud that you have survived this long in reality!

So, here I sit at one o'clock in the morning. I have spent the last 4 hours or so cleaning. Cleaning out my desk from beneath the pile of TREES that had grown on top. I kid you not, there was a good 14 inches of paper stacked from one end to the other...then the overflow was on top of the filing cabinet. I guess it would have been too easy to actually file it IN the massive cabinet! Anyways~ not only did I need to get the area cleaned, for my own sanity, but I'm starting a bit of a new job. EBAY. Yes, the wonderful Ebay...selling the crap that I don't want, or bought on clearence, to people who desperately need it! Isn't the internet Wonderful!? I have started small, 3 auctions. I am learning as I go and trying to start slowly as to not get overwhelmed. But I am having fun with it just the same. Thanks to Jules, who is showing me the ropes! We are hell-bent on becoming professional "Scooner-to-EBAY" millionaires. Ok, maybe not millionaires, but paying a couple small bills every month around the house would be wonderful. And all in the comfort of my own home. I've already had people as me to sell their stuff for a cut of the profit! This could get exciting pretty quick. Let's pray it takes.

(Not that you really needed or cared to know any of this but it's all I've got right now and I am overdue to post....)

She's a little me....

2008-08-19T13:49:00.003-05:00

Goodness, Ashtyn is so funny. She's so goofy. She's so....ME! I see a lot of myself in the things that she does. I can understand her thought patterns behind her actions, because at one time, they were mine. And sometimes she does things just to make you smile or laugh. That was me....so for her to give me the gift of a smile today, here's what she did while waiting for the bus.....

I don't quite know how my parents didn't just die laughing on a daily basis. Her main goal in life is a lot like mine at that age. If someone isn't happy, do your best to help them get happy. Even if it's only for a moment, a smile is all they need. It's nice to know that she is so caring, and I know she is, because she is a little me.

And I lost it.....

2008-08-14T14:15:00.004-05:00

Here's a shock for you. Two blog posts, back to back....well, I promised I'd post with regards to Ashtyn's first day. It's great. I was miserable. I took her to a breakfast of sorts at the school for the new class of kids coming in and to say our final goodbyes. This is to cut down on the parental stragglers in the classroom I'm sure!She was a bit nervous that she couldn't remember her teachers name, and that she wouldn't make any friends but I assured her that she would learn names and friends all in good time. Sooner than she thought! The principal said her welcomes and hellos then told all of the students to line up with their teachers. One last hug and kiss (she was holding on as tight as I was!) and she was off. She couldn't find the line but once mom fixed that problem, she was good to go. I lost it. My little girl is growing up and I can't begin to fathom her daily trials without me. All I can do now is my best to teach her well at home and pick up any pieces along the way...Man, Kindgergarten is tough!

Guilty as Charged....

2008-08-13T14:23:00.005-05:00

Ok, so I am guilty. I have been told by MANY people that I am letting my blog fall by the way-side. I am not posting enough. I KNOW I KNOW, I'M BAD! Perhaps I can start fresh today, and try to post once a week, at least. I have lots to post about but no time. So, I make time! hmmmm, since last post a lot has happened. I spent the weekend in TN with two friends. It was wonderful! Ari was a wonderful hostess and Jules was just a peach. (Although she spent far too much time with her new fiance')

Time passed quickly on the porch with cold drinks and chatting it up about nothing and everything all at the same time. We solved the problems of the world and enjoyed doing so with a giggle! Minutes turned to hours and night into day seemlessly~making it harder to leave on Sunday. Monday proved to be a joke, trying to fall back into a routine and catch up on house work. YEA~Right....that evening we did get to meet Ashtyn's teacher and see her classroom.

I'm still dealing with it all just fine. I'm sure it won't really hit me until tomorrow when I walk out of the building and leave her behind. Just thinking about it now is gettting me a bit, I must confess. As for Lily~ yesterday I was changing some laundry over and things got quiet upstairs. Ashtyn and I were talking when we realized that Lily had been too quiet for too long! Racing up the stairs we find Lil with my lipstick. And to my shock...applied very well for a 2year old. Goodness they grow up fast!

I guess I should sign off here....I know tomorrow will bring a whole new batch of emotions that I should post....if I have the time.

Just thinking...

2008-07-21T21:26:00.005-05:00

I guess you could say that I am in one of "those" moods. One where you aren't happy or sad, just coming to a bunch of realizations that we have a hard time holding onto. My children are growing. More and more each day, they get smarter, funnier and continue to develop personalities. Just the other day, Ashtyn decided to play "Super Hero ~ UNDERWEAR GIRL"...yes, she was wearing it on her head.

And Lily, she decided that the best microphone for karaoke was the dogs tail. Hysterical!

So much has happened lately that I have really started to look closely and analyze my life. My relationship with my children and husband. I am so lucky. No, not lucky, BLESSED. Rick has been so good to me over the years. Yes, everyone has rough times but it was always getting better. He's kept his promises to me and we are doing well. My children, they are happy healthy kids. (Now, I am kindly leaving out the attitude of the 13 year old ....or the tantrums of the two year old...) But they are good kids. Trent has started mowing the lawn now and he's really proud of that. I'm blessed that all of my children love me the way that they do. I have the ability to stay at home and raise my children myself. It's truly amazing. I pray that our relationships only grow stronger. I know that we live in a tough time, our economy is crap, violence is as high as ever and drug use is everywhere. Yet, perhaps with the right love and guidance, we can teach our children where to find the narrow path to success and happiness...that, is MY goal in life. To help them pursue theirs.

SO EXCITED! I know, it's silly.

2008-07-15T13:27:00.003-05:00

Ok, so I am SO excited about this one. I have joined a Message Board on the Cricut website. In doing this I have found a group of people who love scrapbooking as much as I do. Some of them even more-so! While clicking around I found that they also get together and form Secret Sister groups. Sending one gift package per month to their "sister" of scrappin' goodies. I'm so excited. I joined, it didn't take much thought. And hopefully tonight I will know who my "sister" is. It's only 5 months long (Now until December) and I think it's going to be good fun! If only the world were like this...just random gifts for people. I think it would be a better place!

Thoughts of a mother....

2008-07-03T19:58:00.001-05:00

I wrote this on April 17, 2007. It is something that I thought of as I was dealing with Ashtyn growing up and losing her teeth. I could write more, but just read and you'll see what I mean.

As I sit here, at my desk, eating left-over birthday cake (that we all know I DON"T NEED), I'm forced to look over the past year. My Lily, my baby, has hit the first of many milestones that we will celebrate with a number. She is one. First, I have to thank God for every day that I have had with her since I first found out that I was pregnant, even telling Rick that we were going to be parents again was funny. I just have a nack for breaking news! From there it was to be expected, kind of. I got big, really big, then, I just got bigger, unusually so. (trust me, the pics are hilarious) And numerous trips to the hospital in false labor then to deliver my child with my own hands, breathtaking, amazing. A big girl at 8lbs. 10oz, she took my heart and never looked back. My flower, now one and talking, learning to walk. Figuring out simple problems, to watch the gears turn in her mind is nothing short of amazing. So many firsts run together in a blur, before you know it, they are independant and wanting to do things on their own, they don't need you. And as sad as it is, it makes me happy, she's learing, strong, brave. Trying things that at one point were mommy's job, now I can do it, I'm the big girl. Ashtyn has shown me how to live through this change, or maybe just that I can live through it. It's still difficult to watch her do things, knowing that just a short time ago it was, "Mommy, can you button my shirt please!". Now it's "ok, mom, I got it, can we go?" thoes extra minutes that you have while buttoning this, or making sure that this is tied, it's really precious "us" time, and can be easily overlooked. I know that my senseless ramblings are just that, ramblings. But perhaps I will someday be able to tell my children to hold onto the little moments with their young. Yet before that, I remind myself to hold them. For when kindergarten starts, it's a whole new world of space and independance, and I will have to prepare myself for that!

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Just a quick update...

2008-06-30T12:19:00.001-05:00

Ashtyn informed me (at 10:00 last night) that she has yet ANOTHER loose tooth....the last one she lost was her bottom left center...this tooth, top right...Lord help me!

It's a bit overwhelming....

2008-06-28T22:20:00.004-05:00

Wow, this past week has been just nuts. Sunday the 21st, Ashtyn lost her first tooth. It had become more and more loose the days leading up to the big event from her constantly fidgeting with it. Around noon, while riding her bike Ashtyn bit down hard while bracing for a fall (she has already mastered no training wheels), and caused the wiggly member to bleed and become far more unstable. After clearing tears and rinsing with cold water, she was warned that it may come out the next day and to just leave it be for awhile. Roughly two hours later, she comes to me and says (mouth full of blood) "Mom, it came out!" Thrust her hand up to me and there it was, proof that my baby was growing up. We cleaned her up and sent her to play and show off her new milestone ~ while I cried. That night, the tooth fairy left her $5 for the first tooth... and the tooth fairy cried. Monday night....Lily made the transition to "big girl bed" the toddler bed that looks like a VW Bug. She made the change so easily that now I don't even have to fight her to take a nap, she just loves it. We made it through the week with little change to life. Friday Lily had her first movie theater date. Jackie and I took Lily and Graham (2 weeks age difference) to see WALL*E. Cute movie! Today, Saturday has also hit me rough. Today is my brother, Scotty's birthday. He's 17. This man is one of the most amazing people I have ever had the blessing to know. And what makes me far more lucky is that he's my brother. There is a bond that will never be broken. I'm so blessed. He is just a great person, adorable, smart, funny, talented. Well rounded 'All American' boy. I'm so proud of him. And I miss him to pieces! And to top off my week, I got a new Cricut Cartridge, Stretch Your Imagination. It's WAY adorable! I hope this post wasn't too boring, perhaps I will be able to spice it up a bit more next time.

I guess I'm blog-a-riffic?

2008-06-24T06:10:00.003-05:00

Well, here I am. Finally moving onto the more "mature" version of internet posting. I once vowed never to become a "blogger", but thanks to Ari...here I am. Let me start by saying that my posts will never be as glorious as hers. She uses fancy words like "ramekin of dip" I will tell you now, my word would be "tub". But if you can handle the ramblings of a mother....mother of 5 to be exact...Stop by any time and see what's new.