to my dad

Most of the people who will read this know about my relationship with my dad. We have had our ups and downs and now that I am an adult, we have more ups than downs. Thank the good Lord in Heaven for that! Normally, every year I get my dad a funny card and we laugh and its good. This year, I went a little more sentimental.


Through the years (I realize this is starting to sound like a song) my dad and I have been through a lot. We have been through graduations together, proms, weddings, new churches, practical jokes, family secrets (even some I would rather not know about), births and even a few deaths. In all of these things, I have learned valuable lessons from my dad. I have learned that boys will be boys and the heart does not literally break. That God has bigger plans that I just can't see yet. That making the decision to marry the man that I did was a good decision. That having children will be the biggest life change and what I did as a kid will come back TEN FOLD. That new beginnings are not always a bad thing. And that sometimes, when we lose someone we love, we crawl into the arms of our heavenly father and find peace and solace there. I have also learned to forgive and more so, to ask for forgiveness.


There was a time in my life when I finally saw my dad as a man and not just a preacher. A time when my dad and I became real with each other. It's a time that I will never forget b/c during that time, it shaped me into who I am today. It gave me the compassion that I have for people. It gave me the faith that I have in God. And now, as a wife, mother, daughter, and friend, it gave me the perspective that I have on life and why we were put here on earth in the first place.


Dad, I am sorry for all the craziness I put you through during those lessons I was learning but God gave me a great dad and I can't imagine having anyone else teach me, love me, or send me a letter from the county attorney b/c you thought it was funny! (and yes, that was funny) As I said in your fathers day card, thank you for being a big part of who I am today. And just so you know, every time we hug, it always makes me feel like I am a little girl again, running to sit in your lap and watch tv with you.


I love you dad! Happy Father's Day.

to be clothed or not to be clothed...

So I got child No. 2 down and in bed and asleep with no crying! I then got my No. 1 child ready for bed and in bed, however, not asleep. I let the No. 1 child know that I was going to jump in the shower. 5 minutes tops. I then informed the child that she would not need me within those 5 minutes.

I get my shower. It was great. ALL.FIVE. MINUTES. Of course I get out of the shower and I hear Child No. 2 crying and Child No. 1 SCREAMING for me. (did I mention I was only in the shower for 5 minutes?) So, here we go...

Child No. 2 was upset because she could not locate the binki. I got it for her and started her musical again and she was fine. I then ran to the bathroom where Child No. 1 was sitting on the potty... pooping. Yay! She pooped in the potty! I wipe her behind and send her off to bed once again.

Here is the thing... I had no towel wrapped around me and of course my robe was nowhere to be found. My daughter starts to sing to me "I see your boobies!" and laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. (her daddy taught her that... I don't know why) When I turned to walk out she again started singing to me "I see your butt" and again, laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world. Of course it doesn't end there. I walk back into my bedroom and low and behold, there lies my robe on the end of my bed.

I love being a mom!

A Note for Dale...

I had such a great time with you on Tuesday! The movies were funny, the food was amazing, and the company was just out of this world! I feel so blessed that we had the opportunity to spend the entire day together.

If I had to pick a favorite part, I'm not sure what it would be. Maybe the two movies we saw at the theater where we were the only people in the theater. Maybe the part where I tried to get you to make out with me :) Maybe the part where you finally did make out with me! I also really enjoyed the meal that we cooked together and the time spent on the couch watching our THIRD movie. I also enjoyed crawling into bed with you that night and cuddling up next to you and feeling so at ease. You do that to me, most of the time anyway! And of course, the ride in the truck! Yes, that would be my favorite! You know how I feel about you, me and your truck! :)

I know that I act stupid sometimes and do things that you probably think are just weird but you love me all the same and you proved that to me once again. Thank you for being with me and putting up with my craziness! And for making out with me...

I love you

How to tell you me you love me

Take a personal day just to spend the WHOLE day with me! I love you Dale!

whew

I have tried to write the last three nights and so help me I am going to get my therapy in tonight! It has been an insane weekend.

First, I want to say hi to my new friend Ish. I met him when I ran into a store to go potty. Long story short, we both found out that we both do not like people. I told him I would blog about it but then I thought, that may be a bad idea. So, Ish, if you are reading this, I'm sorry to let you down but I really did enjoy our conversation. Also, thanks for letting me use your bathroom... what a relief.

This weekend was my daughters 4th birthday party. Birthday party's are now in the same category as Chucky Cheese. That would be the "what not to do ever again" category. We had a great time but that was a LOT of work. Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate with us. We let all the kids make their own hats out of newspaper and we played "pin the tiara on the princess" game. We wanted to do something special for Abigail since she has been such a good big sister. Next year... it's back to the zoo.

On the flip side... all my carpet is clean and my house is the cleanest its been in a LONG time. Also, I am now 100% sure that I will be having NO MORE children! Stop the madness!

One More Time...I'm serious!!!

What is it about a 4 year old who just pushes your buttons! I love her but seriously! I am constantly telling her stop, don't, get in bed, if you ... one more time, i'm not kidding, I will spank you, i'm serious... I could go on and on. Pretty soon she will not have anything left in her room b/c all her stuff is in my room from where I keep taking it all away! Why can't I just spank her? I'm not scared. I'm not! Really, I promise I'm not! Ugh! ok ok ok, so I want to be the fun parent. Is that so bad? Yes, I know. But... I just... You don't... stop interupting me! :) (for the record, I do realize I am missing a few crayons from my box) Anyway, I really do want to be able to discipline my children but when do you know when to spank? I feel like I am constantly getting on her but they are all different things. She will stop one thing but then do something different. It's like all of a sudden she is 13 years old. She is actually 4. To be exact, her birthday was this past Tuesday. Which, by the way, was the same day I had a complete meltdown. Whatever. I can't believe she is 4 already. Here is a little something from her that happened last week. This is a conversation between daughter and daddy...


Abigail: Daddy I had Mt. Dew to drink

Daddy: You did? Who gave you Mt. Dew?

Abigail: Don't you remember daddy? You were there. It was, like, 10 years ago.... Duh daddy!


I know... laugh about it now b/c they grow up so fast and then one day they will be gone. My little princess, how precious she is! Ha!

Are You Kidding Me!

So after 9 weeks of living with a newborn...again, and after a week of "never again's" I finally have a moment to write. This may be a little lengthy :) Actually, I am just going to share what happened in my world last Tuesday night.

It all started at 6 am. Yes, 6 am. My husband and started fighting over who was going to get up with Hayden. I had 30 more minutes to sleep before getting up to go to work. 30 minutes are very crucial for me right now. I will take anytime I get to sleep. So anyway, that just threw my entire day off bc I knew things were not right with my man.

So after a non-productive day I come home and Hayden is just fussy. I get her to calm down just enough to get my shoes on and her in her seat to leave for small group. It started to pour down rain. I said forget it. I text my small group leader to let her know I wasn't coming and as soon as I hit send, it stopped raining. Of course. So I feed my oldest daughter, who turns 4 tomorrow, and I fix a bottle for Hayden. Both girls are now fed and happy for the moment. Now I am going to just give a list of events that happen....

1. Abigail accidentally kicks Hayden in the head with her knee b/c she wasn't paying attention after mommy told her stop.

2. While Hayden is crying, Abigail falls on the kitchen floor and bust her tailbone and she starts crying as well.

3. Mommy joins in on the crying.

4. Girls calm down, mommy starts dinner. Spaghetti. Easy...not really.

5. Hayden starts fussing again and of course Abigail is in constant need of something.

6. Stir noodles.

7. This goes back and forth for about an hour or so.

8. Hayden sleeps, Abigail watches cartoons.

9. Call TJ @ 9pm

10. Fix bowl of speghetti (that took hours to cook)

11. TJ calls back - 9:05 pm

12. Eat one bite of speghetti while on phone

13. 9:10pm - Abigail runs to mommy screaming "It hurts"

14. Mommy sees that Abigail has lodged an object up her nose.

15. TJ still on phone.

16. Look for tweesers where I know they are but do not see them.

17. Find them later... where I looked of course.

18. TJ comes to remove object bc Abigail will not let mommy remove it.

19. Abigail poops in pants.

20. Mommy removes wipes out of toilet with her hand bc Abigail hasn't been flushing the wipes. Yes, it was FULL of wipes. Yes, it was very gross.

21. Not even going to reveal what happens next.

22. Mommy thanks God for having friends who love her children enough to fish objects out of their nose.

23. Mommy looks on table to see a full bowl of cold spaghetti.

24. Not EVEN hungry after that!

25. Mommy now realizes why people drink.

So that is everything in a nut shell. I really think that God was initiating me into motherhood. That was just the bigining of my week. I'm not even going into the rest of my week due to the fact it would take whoever is reading this a week to get through. Today is Monday so I am just hoping and praying I do not have another week like last week.