Monday, December 26, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
"Um, you've both seen my vagina," I say, as the bartender delivers our drinks.
The conversation then turned to my deliveries, and who was where, when, and why.
"Well then," my friend says. "It's Mollie's vagina that's brought us together. Cheers to Mollie's vagina!"
And we toasted my vagina, and all her contributions to the world.
Maybe I'll add her many accomplishments to my resume.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
As in a "Oh crap I have to write a book now" agent.
You know, in my free time.
I'm hopefully going to be blogging more frequently over the next bit, and I may ask for some feedback from you all regarding your own experiences and opinions as I get further into my project. I want it to be great, and I'll need your help :)
Now I'm going to take a deep breath and procrastinate.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
After much, much ado, the termination of parental rights hearing starts TOMORROW!
What a very big, very important day for a very special, very adorable little boy.
I'll update you all as soon as it's official!
It's official!!!!! Sweet Baby is now an orphan :) They still have to wait on any appeals, but the deal's almost done. Team Baby will soon be getting their "Bill of Sale" (channeling Pete's Dragon) that he's all theirs :) The "biohazards" didn't even bother showing up for court. Finally they did something good for that sweet baby boy!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Aubrie's urn has always been in Dax's room. Knowing they're still "together" gives me peace, and I've always felt that she would want to be with her brother(s), too. (I will interject here that she's on a very, very, very high shelf, as any of you who know the boys and their fascination with throwing things down the stairs would understand. And, as a sister, I know with 100% certainty brothers especially like to throw sisters down stairs!)
At any rate, all that being said, I took her urn outside for pics so the engraving would show up better, and when I brought her back in I put her down in the kitchen. She's always stuck on the shelf in the boys' room, and, as irrational as I know it is, I thought maybe she'd enjoy a little more action... So I talked to her for a minute and I left her in the kitchen.
Fast forward a few hours, and Shep is fixing some food and turns to me with this strange look on his face.
"Umm, why is Aubrie in the kitchen?"
"I got her out for a photo shoot and I thought she might have been bored, so I left her down here so she could have a little more excitement."
"Oh, okay. That makes sense."
And it did.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Vandy has a free, quick and easy e-card service that allows you to personalize. Card and send it to Braden's room. If any of you have ever been there you know how important words of encouragement and faith are appreciated... You can use this link to send Braden a card... He is in room 5423.
You can also follow their updates and offer support on the family's blog, http://braden-kaleigh.blogspot.com/.
Thank you all so much for the prayers! This is a NICU parent's worst fear, and they're living it right now.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Happy Birthday to our Aubrie Angelina. I hope heaven had one amazing party for you today!
Friday, March 4, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
As for tonight... Tonight I put the big boy potty seat on the big people potty and decided to give it a whirl.
I called Ty over and pulled his pants down, and stuck my hand in poop leaking out of his diaper. I wash my hand, clean his butt, deal with the poopy diaper, and help him on the potty. We sing the potty song for a few minutes and then I let him down. He peed on my foot almost immediately. I
After that, I was feeling cocky, so I stripped down big brother and put him on the big boy potty and commenced with the potty song singing once again. I was unable to finish the song as he and I had an ongoing argument regarding whether his boy bits should point down into the potty or lie on the seat. (This is a problem only for my child on Viagra.) Eventually I got tired of playing whack-a-mole and sent him on his merry little naked way, too.
So, there's still some work to do. But maybe March will be our lucky month.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My last update was in December I think, so even though it seems like Dax should have his license and Ty should have facial hair, we actually haven't had that many changes. Dax had his adenoids out at the end of December and that was followed two days later with a super-fun adventure at my mom's in Po-dunk, MS, that involved a little blue boy and some very nice, understanding paramedics. He had a few apnea spells for about a week after that, and then everything leveled back out again. The good thing about having his adenoids out? Other than that first week after, we haven't had any airway issues. The bad thing(s) about having his adenoids out? A.) Adenoid breath smells worse than bulldog farts, and B.) when they stop snoring, you can't hear them breathing at night and that makes for one super-jumpy, sleep-deprived mama.
Other than that, Daximus is just plugging along. He had an assessment with the school system on Monday. They were appropriately enamored with him, and he seemed to do okay (but not great) on the tests. He did, however, show them how outrageously long his attention span is, and that he knows his letter sounds, and how smart he is by demonstrating tricks such as, when presented with a red block and asked "what color?" ("red" is very hard for him to say,) he put down the red block, picked up a green one ("green" is much easier for him to say,) and said "geen."
(McGuyver pulled a similar trick with his early interventionist a few weeks ago... She had 10 letters out and asked him to give her "W." He did. A few tries later she asked for the "M." He picked up the W, turned it upside down, placed it back in its spot, then picked it up and gave it to her. You can't argue with that. ;P)
I absolutely, positively cannot believe he will be three in a little over a month. Not possible.
So my not-so-little boy Tyler runs everywhere he goes and gives the best kisses and hugs in the world, and loves Elmo, cookies, cars, and his wiener. Aaaaaaand, he's not talking yet. Not even a little. We had him evaluated last week for early intervention and, ding ding ding, he has enough of a language delay that they're concerned. I waffle back and forth on whether I'm worried or not. On one hand, he's not even two yet and he's so far ahead physically... He's already walking down the stairs holding the rail and running everywhere he goes and his balance may possibly be better than mine. He has no signs of sensory issues other than a strange fascination with firmly pushing items against his chin (so weird) and using his fingers to feverishly blend all his food items into smithereens before he eats it, and those are more quirky than interfering. On the other hand, he's supposed to be my "normal" kid, and dammit, I just want him to start acting like it. I mean, he's got totally normal people to learn from, right? Right?!? Anybody?
And that's really all that we've had going on. Other than, you know, everything else.
So this brings me to an idea I had yesterday, and if I can figure out how to do it tonight I will. If not, then maybe sometime soon. Or not. But it hit me Monday when the assessor reminded me again of how "scattered" Dax's skills are... And then again when our early intervention coordinator told me how "scattered" Ty's skills are. And then again when I remember how my mom always said how "scattered" I was... And again when I realize just how "scattered" my life is now...
I mean, really, I always heard it was a balancing act... But it's not. There is no "balance" during this stretch... It's a scattering of as much as you can toss in as many directions as you can toss it, and a sincere hope that enough gets into all the corners of your life that need it. A hope you scatter enough water to put out the fires, and enough attention to nourish the areas that need love and growth.
And that, my friends, will be my new blog name. What do you think?