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In light of the night I spent with Jamie and the boys in Lowes of Boone, this post comes directly from that little spark that ignites inside everyone occasionally. Stepping onto the soap box...
Things that make me go "Blah"
1. Boone Lowes Hardware and grouchy old men in the plumbing dept.
2. B.O. (both the under arm kind and the kind in the White House)
3. Blue Cross/ Blue Shield of NC
4. Parents who allow 10 year olds to play in the Chic Fila playplace.
5. Gravel on little knees
6. The Kardashians (who are they and why are the famous??)
7. Non-English speakers getting paid to take "help" calls (ie. BellSouth, AT&T,....)
8. People calling my chubby little boy "fat"
9. Smokers in the car with children
10. Apathetic parenting
11. Driving by the new Humane Society and then reading about education cuts
12. My hair
13. "Accidents" in undies and slides
14. People from Florida waiting 15 minutes for a parking space and blocking traffic
15. Stepping on cooked macaroni
16. Dirty people touching baby's hands/face
17. Telemarketer calls during dinner
18. Troopers and Sunday mornings
19. Bees
20. General King Street attire
Whew...now that I got that off my chest. There are 20 reasons for you to think I am a terrible person. On a lighter note, please feel free to revisit this post to help rebuild your love for me. Giving Thanks
This post is a bit early, but simply because the star will be out of commission for a while, and I wanted to make sure these birthday wishes were read.
15 years ago (from Saturday) the chubbiest little girl arrived into our family. My cousin, Cheyenne Jordan Hayler, by all guesses was going to be a boy, but thank goodness we were given a little tomboy that has grown into the most mature, beautiful, and thoughtful young lady that I know of. She's not the little flower girl from my wedding anymore, but she's all grown up. Everytime I force myself to travel into the crowds of public with my boys I can't help but find myself getting red in the face with sheer anger at some of the trash that is in our world. (I don't have to remind you that neither of my boys will get married, and if by chance they sneak a girlfriend into their lives, I WILL be that mother-in-law they've feared.) I'm afraid I am this way because parents have focused
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And amid the chaos, if just for a moment, everything seemed right in the world....I love to hear my babies laugh.
Five years and about 38 weeks ago I remember clearly. I was on the phone with my Dad having some emotional breakdown that, looking back, was so insignificant that I haven't a clue what it was. My Dad said these words, "Well, I wanted to tell you Kathy is pregnant. Maybe that will make your night better."
How could I have ever known that very soon I would be able to hold the sweetest little big eyed girl. Casey and I are unusual sissies I suppose. We don't pull hair or read each other's diaries, but we have something far more special. Casey added something to my life that I didn't even see was missing. Ten years ago I never would have guessed that I would be a big sister. I love it!
The other day she melted my heart. She said, "Sissy, you know what I want to be? I want to be a Mommy cause God gives them babies like you, and I love you."
Priceless. Tomorrow I plan on letting her do her own makeup, eat ice cream for breakfast, take her swimming, and above all, make her know just how much I love her.
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Read more...On Saturday I was putting the house back together and getting ready for a cookout at my Nana's house. After re-cleaning the same room three times I think Jamie realized I wasn't getting anywhere. Jamie's work schedule has been different the past few weeks, and he hasn't been able to do the things with the boys like he's wanted to. On Saturday he proved to me once again what a wonderful father he is. I packed Charlie a bag with lots of juice and a change of clothes in case he
refused to pee in the grass. I sent my big boys golfing. I never realized how wonderful it was to see my boys spending time together. I remember times like this from my childhood, so I know Charlie banked this memory away. The next Tiger Woods? Hopefully not, that guy's a nut job, but maybe a Mickelson. Doesn't really matter because they had fun making memories.
Two months?!
Yes, how did this happen? I have been wondering that this week. My little guy is two months already. Even though this past weekend was a whirlwind of fun, I had this horrible, nagging dread in my stomach because I knew what was coming....SHOTS :(
Jamie knows I can't emotionally handle seeing my babies hurt, so he came with me. I couldn't help but smile when I walked into Dr. Baker's office. The ladies there are so nice, and I can tell they love seeing us. When Nurse Heidi came and called Brady's name I cringed. I cracked some stupid jokes to lighten my mood. Heidi joked with the boys and, like always, understood my craziness.
She put Brady on the scales and she burst out laughing. After she belly-laughed and finally was able to catch her breath, she told us he weighs 17 pounds. Oh my goodness. Everyone tells me he's huge, but 17 pounds?? I love it. I secretly had a huge comfort flooding over me as I held my big boy with pride. I was so thankful he was healthy, and that I have been able to help him be that way.
Dr. Baker came in with his usual jolly smile. He made small talk with Charlie and laughed about his dinosaur collection. The checkup was great....until the needles came out. I'd have to say I did better this time than Charlie's first. Heidi didn't even have to wipe my mascara from his leg. Of course he cried....and of course I fed him. Jamie went to pay and take care of the next appointment with Charlie, and I took those few peaceful moments and held my little chunk and wiped his tears. Nothing in my life is more rewarding than motherhood. I will always remember the look on his chubby face as I snuggled him and watched his clutch his silky.
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