I am up and Frankenstein Walking.........

just in time for halloween. Surgery went great, was a bit longer than he expected but my motto has always been, get what you can while you are in there cause I don't want you going back in for more later. I have to say it was rough and painful. I decided it would be best to stay overnight seeing as excruitiating pain was shooting down my butt, legs and feet. I was sad to leave my morophine pump but not the hospital. They are getting a letter from me! I have been planning this one for a few days now and plan to write it while it is still fresh in my mind like when the pain in pulsating down my back. There are a lot of horrible people that work in that hospital; if they need to work in the service industry, I believe the sanitation department has opennings.

I thank my Mom for her willingness to support me and stay with me while I was there. She was my rock, there to rub, ask questions, get a nurse when one didn't respond, rub my back, help me up and feed me my food. She is wonderful!!!! Thanks, M O M !!!!!!

Each day is getting better, I was worse than I thought but is much better now. TTFN!

A place where dreams are made?

or nightmares come true, a little bit of both if you ask me. One for the kids and one for the parents. Disney World, it conjours up different images in different minds. For me, I see my kids laughing, exploring, delighting and crying. Yes, crying, from heat, from exhaustion, from long waits, from disappointment, from tired grumpy parents and a grandparent. One memory that will live in my mind forever is the look of wonderment and amazement on Wyatt's face as he experienced the magic of Disney for the very first time. In his mind, it was all about Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Pooh Bear and all of the characters. He waited in line for over an hour, just to see Mickey. Mickey didn't disappoint either, it was all I dreamed of and all I looked forward to with childlike anticipation. He was caught up in the magic that only Disney can provide. The girls, not so much so. Ally yes, Maggie no. This picture says it all!

A post about Moi.

I do normally post about how crazy I am but not about how I am physically doing. Well, I have come to the conclusion I can't keep enduring the pain of my back. It has been 9 months of the most recent episode, that is way, way too long. So, after a couple of nerve blocks and no real relief, I have decided to have surgery. Hopefully, I will be in for the surgery and home that evening. At the most, 1 night in the hospital. It is not so much the surgery that scares me, it is the recovery but I need to do it for my family. They don't deserve a mom that is in pain, grumpy and not able to do what she needs to take care of her family. It is not their fault I decided to have them in my late 30's with a bad back. I just want to be able to run, play, roll on the floor and wrestle, pick them up, put them down, bend over, stand up, laugh, smile and sleep. Speaking of, gotta run.....duty calls!

Picture Perfect?

To the grand list of what has been going on lately, I was remiss in adding the portrait session. Oh, yes, the portrait session. It lasted for 5 hours, was filled with crying, little laughter, exasperation, outfit changes, talks, threats, sighs, few smiles and finally the time when you get to view them. The lady taking the portrait (I pause to call her a photographer because it was at a chain studio) was extremely nice and volunteered to let us take them out and let the kids nap and come back. My reply was, "I am here now, I am not taking them out and then coming back", obviously, she didn't read child personalities very well; my kids do not simply nap at a mall and then return all cooperative and smiley. Oh, but no. So, when we viewed the pics, I was very pleased. Let me know what you think!

I have to get better at this

There you go, I know you have thought it but now I am saying it for you. So, for all of you that are wondering what has been up, here is a brief summary, this also serves as a list for future posts:

Dad moved in

Battled Head Lice

Back got worse

Battled Head Lice

Back got worse

Potty Training

Girls grow

Trip to Disney World

Potty Training

Girls grow

Garage Sale

Back gets worse

Rented a House in Little Rock

Potty Training

Back .........

Potty ...........

Girls ........

So, that's it in a nutshell. Will elaborate later. I'm exhausted! Here's some pics to hold ya'.

What 3? No way!

where did the time go? I know that as parents we sit back and ask this time and time again, but really, where did the past 3 years go? My little man turned three on August 25, 2008. In the true toddler spirit, he threw me a curve ball.

He talked and talked about getting a blue truck cake with blue truck decorations. I called every bakery in the area, no blue truck cakes every party store and website, no blue truck decorations. In order to not dissappoint him, I took him to the grocery store to pick out his cake. Not Dora, or Mickey Mouse, Thomas or Tonka trucks, not a simple sheet cake, it was the mammoth 3D Noah's Ark Cake. OK, it feeds 20,l00 and costs 20,200 but, that's what he wants. On to the balloons where he picks out Dora and JoJo. This party is beginning to get bit eclectic. The decorations were blue, and then he says he wants a pinata. I was fortunate enough to find a green truck one. For the plates and napkins I landed The Wiggles on clearance. Did he love it? Yes, it was everything he knows and loves. As a parent, I know that many Mom's are gasping at the horror of my sons birthday not being a complete theme. I also only had family attend. He kept saying how much he loved it and how happy he was. That is what matters, not the other stuff, just his happiness. So, for those of you gasping in horror over a multitude of themes and no goody bags, it doesn't matter to Wyatt or I, we truly did things "our" way.

Here's the cake And the festive decorations


He received things that he loves, felt sets and a felt board, a tractor with a trailor to drive in the yard, a mini trampoline, a batman batcave, some "homework" books, DVD's and videos, a cowboy suit and guns and some books. And a few things I am not able to remember (sorry).

It was a wonderful day for a wonderful 3 year old. Where did the time go, seriously, he's three. Just the other day it seems as he was wiggling around in my belly. Then I remember the days and nights that I spent longing for this child, how every part of my being hurt for child. I truly thought deep down I would never have one and I cried tears of pain. Then it happenned and I was so scared something was going to go wrong, I waited, was cautious, thought I would curse such a blessing by talking about it. I was really pregnant and he was really growing at a healthy rate and finally I would have what I have always wanted. Now he walks, talks and talks and talks (and talks), sleeps, eats, and talks and talks. He is Jim and I, totally, looks, actions, expressions, sayings, loving, kind and tender. He is MY little boy. I wish I could tell him to slow down, I still want to hold you and rock you. No matter what, you will always be my baby boy.

Here are a few pictures........the day he was born:




One Year ........................Two Years................Three Years NOW!





Happy Birthday my gorgeous, adorable, smart, fantastic Boy. You are truly my dreams come true. You amaze me everyday with the wonderful things you do. My heart swells when you give me a sweet kiss and a loving hug and say my favorite words, "I love you, Mommy". Everyday with you is the best day of my life. I love you, buddy!!!!!! As I was putting up balloons and streamers, I recalled the day we were blessed with such a perfect precious gift, a gift that we had prayed and prayed for. It is worth every bit of the worry and wait. Wyatt, my worst day with you is still better than my best day at work. I look back at the pictures and wonder where the time went. You are my life, my little man, my blessing. Your use of language, you always amaze me with your comments, "it's perfect"; "of course I would like that", "here you go your majesty", "hi baby sister, you adorable, don't cry", "I love you more than 100 big red cars", "shall we go downstairs and get a cookie, Mommy", I could go on and on. What joy you have brought to my life, you are a true blessing and I will never forget how special you are. Slow down, it is going way to fast and I know I need to savor these moments with you. I love you, son!!!

A sad attempt to catch up...

I am going to give you all the abbreviated version of our lives lately..........

Ally's teething....run here......wait.......wait......hurry, hurry, hurry......don't wake the babies.......Wyatt, don't do that.........OK, go to the naughty stair......no, you can't get up.........ok, give mommy a kiss......don't hit your sisters........Ally's teething......Maggie has another tooth.....I love you.........yes, your food becomes your poochie........don't sit on the dog......Just a minute Maggie, Mommy will make you more food......Wow, Ally is trying to stand by herself.......hurry up.......I will do it when they all nap......I guess you're not going to take a nap today, Wyatt........No, you can't have Coke......OK, just a little bit........go to the naughty stair.......Maggie, what do you have in your mouth.......get that from your baby sister.......don't take that from your baby sister.........When did Maggie get 6 teeth........The girls are the only ones who eat three meals a day.........No, you can't ride your tractor into your sandbox.......wow, they are both cruising.........Where did Maggie get that bump on her head.......Is there a place on your body that doesn't have a bruise on it, Wyatt.......Their skin coloring comes from my side of the family........Ally looks just like Jim.......Maggie looks just like Tina........they
re fraternal, not identical.......Wyatt is Jim made over......No, you can't wear your PJ's all day today, only Mommy can.......I don't know when we are moving to Little Rock.........I am waiting to sell the house......no, he isn't potty trained YET, we are working on it........great more laundry.........Can I have a rag, I didn't mean to Mommy.......I like the truckie underwear.......Yes, that's Maggie laughing hysterically at her brother jumping up and down......no, baby coyote didn't take your sisters toy......please do not throw anything in the play yard........