Chi Omega Christmas that is!
Christy and I are really finally having the opportunity to enjoy each other as adults/mothers/sisters/friends, now that neither one of us have a fulltime 8 to 5 anymore. A few weeks ago we met on a Friday morning in Plano for the annual Neath the Wreath event put on by the Plano and/or Dallas Junior League. We went last year and it was fun. We were both pregnant, she had Bella and I had Michael and Mavrick with me, so it was challenging, but fun all the same. So, of course, when it came around this year we wanted to go. It wasn’t near as good this year. It seemed very cramped and the worst part was NO STROLLERS! I know! So, we went, against our better judgment, and carried the babies. Christy had taken Bella to Adventure Kids, so at least she had a fun time.
Well, yesterday, we met in Downtown Dallas and went to Chi Omega Christmas. It was a blast! It was just a perfect event! There was room to walk down the aisles, even with our strollers! So many vendors, and a lot of them were the same as the Plano event, so we really got to do some Christmas shopping. It was a lot of fun. We decided that from now on, we will just skip the Neath the Wreath and only attend the Chi Omega Christmas. And the babies had a good time too looking at all the colors and decorations. The cutest thing is that Major faces away from me in his stroller and Cooper faces Christy in his stroller, so when we are walking beside each other, they face each other. Precious!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The Wave
Major is growing up so fast. I am trying to enjoy every little moment – the great and the not so great, because I know how time flies. Michael is 9 for pete’s sake! Anyway, this afternoon I was sitting with him watching a Christmas movie on ABC Family, and realized that this was all NEW to him. The image of Santa, the Christmas Carols, all of it is completely new. Then I looked at him, as he was watching the man with white hair in the red suit and he lifts up his right arm and stretches then squeezes his hand. My baby started waving today! And his first wave was at Santa! On TV! How precious is that!
Tonight, he was in his chair in the kitchen just talking. And talking, and talking! He was talking so loud that Mark, who has been in bed sick all day, came out of the bedroom and darted into the kitchen because he thought the child was yelling. Well, he was, just not in a bad way. Then, Mark is standing at the sink talking to me and we look over at Major and he is waving at his daddy. So precious!
Finally, many of you will be happy to hear that I have gotten him back in HIS OWN BED! This is the second night in a row he is in his bed. It has been a lot easier than I thought it would be. The only thing is that when I shut his door last night, it was freezing in there when he woke up about 3 am. So, we are having to leave all the bedroom doors opened some just so our babies don’t get too cold. The HVAC system in this house sucks… Don’t ever buy a home built by Legacy!
Tonight, he was in his chair in the kitchen just talking. And talking, and talking! He was talking so loud that Mark, who has been in bed sick all day, came out of the bedroom and darted into the kitchen because he thought the child was yelling. Well, he was, just not in a bad way. Then, Mark is standing at the sink talking to me and we look over at Major and he is waving at his daddy. So precious!
Finally, many of you will be happy to hear that I have gotten him back in HIS OWN BED! This is the second night in a row he is in his bed. It has been a lot easier than I thought it would be. The only thing is that when I shut his door last night, it was freezing in there when he woke up about 3 am. So, we are having to leave all the bedroom doors opened some just so our babies don’t get too cold. The HVAC system in this house sucks… Don’t ever buy a home built by Legacy!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Update on Pop-paw
So, my mom got my grandfather moved back into the nursing home Wednesday. She came home and spent the night in her own bed on Wednesday night. On Thursday, the nursing home called her and said the hospital had called and said Pop-paw has TB and has to go back to the hospital. They get him back to the hospital and another Dr says “no, he doesn’t have TB, but we think he has MAC.” But they can’t confirm that yet. This could be the reason that all the test are coming back inconclusive. Which could also mean that what they think is cancer, could be caused by this MAC stuff. In the meantime the entire nursing home was locked down and tested for TB! Which they are now saying he doesn't have!
I told my mom that she needs to stay in better contact with me and she said it is so difficult to know what is going on because one Dr will come in and say he has this, this and this. Then a specialist will say “No, he has this and this.” She doesn’t know, and they don’t know either – obviously! It is a crazy roller coaster. The hospital doesn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to let anyone off this ride...just pray.
As of tonight, there is no new news.
I told my mom that she needs to stay in better contact with me and she said it is so difficult to know what is going on because one Dr will come in and say he has this, this and this. Then a specialist will say “No, he has this and this.” She doesn’t know, and they don’t know either – obviously! It is a crazy roller coaster. The hospital doesn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to let anyone off this ride...just pray.
As of tonight, there is no new news.
Out of Town for the Weekend
Friday night Michael spent the night at his friends house, and me, Mavrick and Major went and spent the night at Christy’s in Allen. She was sick and Brian and Mark had gone out of town, so I thought maybe I could help. When we got there, her niece and nephew were also there. So, my sick sister had a house full of people! She and Cooper went to bed and we were all tucked into our beds by 9:00.
Mavrick and Major slept with me in the guest room. Mavrick is a snuggler. He always has been. He used to hang on me like a little monkey. I could have him on my hip, hold my arms out to my side, and he wouldn’t move a bit. Anyway, I woke up several times to find Mav sunggled up to Major and they would be in the middle of the bed. I was sleeping on this little sliver on the side. Precious? Yes. Comfortable? No.
Cooper has gotten into a habit of waking in the middle of the night, several times, screaming! He doesn’t seem to have this issue during the day, but all through the night. I don’t know how Christy handles it. She is exhausted. I really don’t understand it. It is almost like colic. Can a 7 month old have colic?
Yesterday, Christy spent most of the day in bed and was feeling a little better by the afternoon. Her nephew’s birthday party was in Plano at 4:00, so at 3:00 we left Christy in bed, and all got into the “baby bus” and started running back and forth across town. Me, Ashley, Zac, Mavrick, Major, Cooper and Bella drove to Plano and dropped off Ashley, Zac and Mav. Then, we came to Corinth to get Michael some clothes. Daddy came over for about 45 minutes so we could all get out of the car and I could go to the bathroom and change everybody’s diapers. Daddy got us all back into the car and we went to Lewisville to pick up Michael. Somewhere on the GB tollway, before Coit, one of the babies started crying. We get to Zac’s party and Michael goes in to get Mav and Ashley. I drive around the parking lot for about 15 minutes, while the other two start to cry also. Finally, the big kids come out and get in the car and we are off like a light. They all three cried till we got to Christy’s! Let me tell you, that was a LONG ride home! The phrase “Mommy drinks because you cry” had never been truer. My nerves were shot and I needed one!
Michael, Mavrick, Major and I all slept in Christy’s bed last night. Talk about monkey’s in the bed. It was so sweet to have all my babies with me. There is nothing I love more than snoozing with my babies!
Mavrick and Major slept with me in the guest room. Mavrick is a snuggler. He always has been. He used to hang on me like a little monkey. I could have him on my hip, hold my arms out to my side, and he wouldn’t move a bit. Anyway, I woke up several times to find Mav sunggled up to Major and they would be in the middle of the bed. I was sleeping on this little sliver on the side. Precious? Yes. Comfortable? No.
Cooper has gotten into a habit of waking in the middle of the night, several times, screaming! He doesn’t seem to have this issue during the day, but all through the night. I don’t know how Christy handles it. She is exhausted. I really don’t understand it. It is almost like colic. Can a 7 month old have colic?
Yesterday, Christy spent most of the day in bed and was feeling a little better by the afternoon. Her nephew’s birthday party was in Plano at 4:00, so at 3:00 we left Christy in bed, and all got into the “baby bus” and started running back and forth across town. Me, Ashley, Zac, Mavrick, Major, Cooper and Bella drove to Plano and dropped off Ashley, Zac and Mav. Then, we came to Corinth to get Michael some clothes. Daddy came over for about 45 minutes so we could all get out of the car and I could go to the bathroom and change everybody’s diapers. Daddy got us all back into the car and we went to Lewisville to pick up Michael. Somewhere on the GB tollway, before Coit, one of the babies started crying. We get to Zac’s party and Michael goes in to get Mav and Ashley. I drive around the parking lot for about 15 minutes, while the other two start to cry also. Finally, the big kids come out and get in the car and we are off like a light. They all three cried till we got to Christy’s! Let me tell you, that was a LONG ride home! The phrase “Mommy drinks because you cry” had never been truer. My nerves were shot and I needed one!
Michael, Mavrick, Major and I all slept in Christy’s bed last night. Talk about monkey’s in the bed. It was so sweet to have all my babies with me. There is nothing I love more than snoozing with my babies!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Cancer Sucks
Pop-paw went back to the nursing home yesterday. He is in a different room than his wife now. I am not sure if he is on any monitors, but dad said that he has a bag to collect something draining. I haven’t really had a chance to talk to mom yet. I did see her this morning, and she just seemed really tired.
On Tuesday, the doctor from the Cancer area told mom and my uncle that they expected him to have about 3 months to live. Cancer sucks. Pop is 88 years old, and the Dr says that it is just one of those things that happens in older adults, and that the family shouldn’t be concerned with it being hereditary. It just all sucks. We are going to start going over as often as we can, and are just praying that he doesn’t have to suffer through pain.
Michael and Mavrick are in love with him, and I am sad that Major and Cooper won’t have that opportunity. I still think he hung the moon. He is one of the most amazing men I have ever known. I have started to prepare Michael and Mavrick. Mavrick started crying and said “this is the beginning of the end isn’t it?” Then he said “first we lost Angela, and now we are going to lose Pop-paw.” He agrees that Cancer sucks.
On Tuesday, the doctor from the Cancer area told mom and my uncle that they expected him to have about 3 months to live. Cancer sucks. Pop is 88 years old, and the Dr says that it is just one of those things that happens in older adults, and that the family shouldn’t be concerned with it being hereditary. It just all sucks. We are going to start going over as often as we can, and are just praying that he doesn’t have to suffer through pain.
Michael and Mavrick are in love with him, and I am sad that Major and Cooper won’t have that opportunity. I still think he hung the moon. He is one of the most amazing men I have ever known. I have started to prepare Michael and Mavrick. Mavrick started crying and said “this is the beginning of the end isn’t it?” Then he said “first we lost Angela, and now we are going to lose Pop-paw.” He agrees that Cancer sucks.
All Down Hill
It seems like once Halloween gets here they year flies by! It is all down hill from here. Really, it has been crazy how the last few days have flown by.
My in-laws came last weekend and we had a good visit. They haven’t been up since Major was born, so there was a lot to talk about. They went with us to Mavrick’s last baseball game, then Grandpa took the big boys to the skating rink. They had a blast! It was the first time in 15 years that they had actually stayed overnight at our house. It was nice to have them here.
Anyway, we have wrapped up the baseball season for the year, but basketball season is just starting. Michael and Mavrick are not only on different teams, but different leagues. Mav decided just on Sunday that he wanted to play, and Michael decided that he wants to play golf. So, we signed Mav up for Upward Basketball and he will play in Denton, and Michael started practices this week. They will be on Wednesday’s and Friday’s. And sweet Major just goes along for the ride.
Mark and Brian are going out of town tomorrow and Michael is staying over at a friend’s house, so Mav, Major and I will be hanging out alone on Friday. Then I think we are all going over to Christy’s to spend the night on Saturday. One of my friend’s from college and her son’s are going to come over and we are planning to get the kids a movie and the mom’s a bottle of wine.
Finally, Major is sitting up by himself. He is doing really well, and he catches himself and gets straight before he falls over. He has been sleeping in our bed for a few weeks now. Last night, really this morning about 4 am, he woke up and decided that he wanted to visit…for about an hour! Yes, it was a drag to be awake at 4 in the morning, but it was precious!
My in-laws came last weekend and we had a good visit. They haven’t been up since Major was born, so there was a lot to talk about. They went with us to Mavrick’s last baseball game, then Grandpa took the big boys to the skating rink. They had a blast! It was the first time in 15 years that they had actually stayed overnight at our house. It was nice to have them here.
Major started feeling sick on Friday and by Saturday evening he was feeling really bad. And his nose was so nasty! He is still has a stuffy nose. I went to the store and got a battery operated “booger sucker.” It is amazing! Any new mom should have one from the get go. It doesn’t seem to bother him near as bad as the hand held one that the hospital sends you home with. It is really great!
Anyway, we have wrapped up the baseball season for the year, but basketball season is just starting. Michael and Mavrick are not only on different teams, but different leagues. Mav decided just on Sunday that he wanted to play, and Michael decided that he wants to play golf. So, we signed Mav up for Upward Basketball and he will play in Denton, and Michael started practices this week. They will be on Wednesday’s and Friday’s. And sweet Major just goes along for the ride.
Mark and Brian are going out of town tomorrow and Michael is staying over at a friend’s house, so Mav, Major and I will be hanging out alone on Friday. Then I think we are all going over to Christy’s to spend the night on Saturday. One of my friend’s from college and her son’s are going to come over and we are planning to get the kids a movie and the mom’s a bottle of wine.
Finally, Major is sitting up by himself. He is doing really well, and he catches himself and gets straight before he falls over. He has been sleeping in our bed for a few weeks now. Last night, really this morning about 4 am, he woke up and decided that he wanted to visit…for about an hour! Yes, it was a drag to be awake at 4 in the morning, but it was precious!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Major Update
Major’s 6 month check-up was Monday. The Dr said he was perfect…DUH!!! He weighed 17 lbs, 3 oz. and is 27 inches long. He got 3 vaccines and a flu shot. He was absolutely miserable for the rest of the day and night. Totally needy, uncomfortable, pissed and just didn’t feel good. So, we just held each other all day and night. He woke up in a better frame of mind on Tuesday and still wanted to be held. Well, his poppy was certainly the man for the job. They held each other the whole day. Needless to say, by the end of the day on Tuesday, he was convinced that the whole holding thing was the new norm.
I was some sorority sisters about a week ago that I had not seen since December and they asked me about Major. You see, by then, the shock and denial had worn off, but the excitement had not come yet. I had always wanted a third baby, but didn’t want to have a baby after age 35. So, on my 35th birthday I had come to grips with us being a family of four. I was getting our lives wrapped up in a pretty little package with a bow on top. Things were finally on track and going the way we needed them to go in order for us to get to where we wanted to go. But God had different plans.
Anyway, I told my friends how perfect it all was. Everything about this baby is so much better than any of the plans I had before him. Mark and I wonder why we didn’t do this sooner (like we had anything to do with it). And I feel complete now. I had always wanted a third, and I was totally in love with our family of four. I just felt like something was missing, and learned to live with it. Now, I don’t know how we ever got along without him. One of the funniest things is that I was so upset about the HUGE gap (7 years) between Mavrick and Michael, it was one of those “we will never get all the kids out of our house” kind of things. Now, I think it will be so wonderful to have this little man with us for 7 more years after both the boys go off to school. We are so blessed! And we are so in love with him!
I was some sorority sisters about a week ago that I had not seen since December and they asked me about Major. You see, by then, the shock and denial had worn off, but the excitement had not come yet. I had always wanted a third baby, but didn’t want to have a baby after age 35. So, on my 35th birthday I had come to grips with us being a family of four. I was getting our lives wrapped up in a pretty little package with a bow on top. Things were finally on track and going the way we needed them to go in order for us to get to where we wanted to go. But God had different plans.
Anyway, I told my friends how perfect it all was. Everything about this baby is so much better than any of the plans I had before him. Mark and I wonder why we didn’t do this sooner (like we had anything to do with it). And I feel complete now. I had always wanted a third, and I was totally in love with our family of four. I just felt like something was missing, and learned to live with it. Now, I don’t know how we ever got along without him. One of the funniest things is that I was so upset about the HUGE gap (7 years) between Mavrick and Michael, it was one of those “we will never get all the kids out of our house” kind of things. Now, I think it will be so wonderful to have this little man with us for 7 more years after both the boys go off to school. We are so blessed! And we are so in love with him!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Halloween
For those of you who like to read these in order, start at the November 1st entry called "Madi, the dog" and work your way back up.
After my running around on Friday, I picked up the boys, we hurried home to get the baby and the costumes. Then we hurried over to Christy’s. We got there just after 5:00. I was pretty nasty, so I took a quick shower. In my rush, I had forgotten to get new panties! I couldn’t put back on those nasty, sweaty ones I took off, so for the first time in my 37 years, I went commando. It was quite liberating, but I don’t know that I will do it again anytime soon.
Anywho, we hit the pavement with all the kids about 5:30. Isabella was a pumpkin and Cooper was a dog, and Major just wore his ghost outfit. Michael and Mavrick showed Bella the ropes and they had tons of fun. We went down a few blocks and the kids got more candy. They were absolutely precious. The babies were so good, just sitting in the strollers, taking it all in.
About 6:30 we got to Mark’s church, where they were having a huge Halloween festival. There were tons of bounce houses, lots of candy, food, and other things to do. The boys really enjoyed themselves. I asked them about 7:00 if they wanted to go home to Trick or Treat in our neighborhood, or skip our neighborhood and stay at the church. They chose the church. Michael climbed the rock wall, Mavrick jumped on the bungee and they both rode the “hippo” which is the world’s tallest blowup slide at three stories.
We ended up getting home about 10:00. The house was still in good shape and our McCain sign was still intact. We just had 2 big bowls of candy waiting on the inside for trick or theaters’. We didn’t have any.
After my running around on Friday, I picked up the boys, we hurried home to get the baby and the costumes. Then we hurried over to Christy’s. We got there just after 5:00. I was pretty nasty, so I took a quick shower. In my rush, I had forgotten to get new panties! I couldn’t put back on those nasty, sweaty ones I took off, so for the first time in my 37 years, I went commando. It was quite liberating, but I don’t know that I will do it again anytime soon.
Anywho, we hit the pavement with all the kids about 5:30. Isabella was a pumpkin and Cooper was a dog, and Major just wore his ghost outfit. Michael and Mavrick showed Bella the ropes and they had tons of fun. We went down a few blocks and the kids got more candy. They were absolutely precious. The babies were so good, just sitting in the strollers, taking it all in.
About 6:30 we got to Mark’s church, where they were having a huge Halloween festival. There were tons of bounce houses, lots of candy, food, and other things to do. The boys really enjoyed themselves. I asked them about 7:00 if they wanted to go home to Trick or Treat in our neighborhood, or skip our neighborhood and stay at the church. They chose the church. Michael climbed the rock wall, Mavrick jumped on the bungee and they both rode the “hippo” which is the world’s tallest blowup slide at three stories.
We ended up getting home about 10:00. The house was still in good shape and our McCain sign was still intact. We just had 2 big bowls of candy waiting on the inside for trick or theaters’. We didn’t have any. Saturday, November 1, 2008
What a day!
Since Friday was the end of the month, and in the spirit of trying to save money here and there, I chose that day to move our stuff out of a storage building and down to my grandfather’s house. Most of it was furniture from his house anyway, the rest was other antiques from Mark’s grandmother’s house.
Sidebar – our dream is to build a big two story antebellum home and fill it with antiques from our families past. When my Granny died and Pop-paw got remarried, his wife wanted to move a lot of the old stuff out and some of her stuff in. There were some things that I really wanted, so we begged, borrowed, and traded to make that happen. When Mark’s grandmother died, there were some items that he really wanted and was afraid would end up in some strangers basement if we didn’t take them. So, we have a garage, and several rooms full of antiques that have history to our family and us, but we really don’t have room for them. I rented a storage building to store what was inside the house when we started preparing things for Major.
Alright. Mom had planned to help me and Dad was going to come along with Major and help too. Well, Pop-paw fell on Thursday, and mom took him to the hospital, where they admitted him, so she wasn’t going to be able to help. Dad was going to, but I told him just to stay at home with Major and I would do it. After all, I had moved all of it before at one time or another.
I got up Friday and took Major to dad at 8:00. I had to run an errand up to Denton then went to the U-haul to get a trailer. I am already kind of nervous because I have never driven with a trailer in tow. They get me a trailer assigned and ask me where the hitch ball is. I have no idea! So, I have to buy one. They hook me up, wish me luck and I drive around the parking lot to get a feel for it. Not too bad, so I am off!
I go down the street to the storage building. OK, I hate this storage building. I can NEVER get the door to go up easily. This was no exception. Once I get it up a little I see that there is a huge ant mound that is ON the door on the inside. It takes me a good five minutes to get this God forsaken thing up! And every time I get it to move an inch, more ants drop on me. By the time it is fully opened and staying up on it’s own, I have pulled every muscle in my body, and have ants in my hair, in my clothes, in my shoes, and one little bastard bit me on the finger.
Now, it is time to load the trailer. This is a 4x8 trailer. I had to stack stuff, pull it out and shove other stuff in. I was sweating like a fool! Filled my car too. Then I was down to one item. This little dresser that I can not get in anywhere. I sat down on the ground and started praying, “God, give me strength to cram this thing in there without breaking it. Please God, just help my muscles hold out till I get this in there.” I caught my breath, lifted that thing with all the strength I could muster, and crammed it in the trailer. The damn thing hung over about ¼ of an inch. Well, I could take about half the stuff out, squeeze my fat butt down the side of the couch that was loaded with tables stacked on it and TRY to move it with one arm a little closer, OR I could pray like hell that when I leaned up against the door to push it shut nothing would break. I chose the latter. I pulled out of the storage facility just after 10:20.
I am traveling down I35 to Hwy 121 and busting right down the middle of downtown Fort Worth, because my mom has the keys to Pops house in her car. Her car is with her at the hospital in downtown. Did I mention I had never drove pulling a trailer before? I was a nervous wreck!!! I finally get there and get the keys and continue over to Weatherford. It must have taken forever to get over there. Look how serious and freaked out I am!
When I finally got to the house I needed to back this rig up. Did I mention I had never backed up with a trailer before? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make the stupid thing go in the direction I needed it to. After nearly jack-knifing into my own car about 10 times I just drove through the darn yard. At this point I am openly admitting I have bit off more than I can chew. Should have let daddy come. I don’t have a cape because I am not wonder woman! My body is killing me and I have to unload this SOB and get back to Lewisville to pick the kids up by 3:15.
I go into the house and walk out to the garage. The garage door on the side that does not have the car in front of it I can’t get open. There is some kind of brackets preventing it from opening that I figure are there for security purposes. Fine, I will move the car out, move the stuff in, and then move the car back in. I open the garage door, get the car keys and try to start the car. It doesn’t start… of course not, it hasn’t been run in months and the battery is dead. I can’t drag the couch in with just the little bit of room that is at the end of the car, so I drag it into the house. I drag a desk into the house also. I rearrange some furniture in the house so it doesn’t look like a furniture showroom. Then I unloaded the rest into the garage. Thank you Lord! I didn’t pass out! I go to close the garage door and it jams. I push the button, it moves about six inches, then comes back up. Seriously! So I go and try to pull on it. Nothing! I go back to the button. Again, I am praying. This time for mercy. God just give me a break! Put the button, it moves about six inches, then comes back up. There is this cord hanging over the car, and I hope it doesn’t do anything harmful. I pull it and my arm nearly yanks off! I guess that would be an emergency release.
I got back on the road, back over to the U-haul place, unhooked and paid out by 3:15. I was just a little late picking up the boys, but I am glad to be back and have that behind me. Now, on to Trick or Treat!
Sidebar – our dream is to build a big two story antebellum home and fill it with antiques from our families past. When my Granny died and Pop-paw got remarried, his wife wanted to move a lot of the old stuff out and some of her stuff in. There were some things that I really wanted, so we begged, borrowed, and traded to make that happen. When Mark’s grandmother died, there were some items that he really wanted and was afraid would end up in some strangers basement if we didn’t take them. So, we have a garage, and several rooms full of antiques that have history to our family and us, but we really don’t have room for them. I rented a storage building to store what was inside the house when we started preparing things for Major.
Alright. Mom had planned to help me and Dad was going to come along with Major and help too. Well, Pop-paw fell on Thursday, and mom took him to the hospital, where they admitted him, so she wasn’t going to be able to help. Dad was going to, but I told him just to stay at home with Major and I would do it. After all, I had moved all of it before at one time or another.
I got up Friday and took Major to dad at 8:00. I had to run an errand up to Denton then went to the U-haul to get a trailer. I am already kind of nervous because I have never driven with a trailer in tow. They get me a trailer assigned and ask me where the hitch ball is. I have no idea! So, I have to buy one. They hook me up, wish me luck and I drive around the parking lot to get a feel for it. Not too bad, so I am off!
I go down the street to the storage building. OK, I hate this storage building. I can NEVER get the door to go up easily. This was no exception. Once I get it up a little I see that there is a huge ant mound that is ON the door on the inside. It takes me a good five minutes to get this God forsaken thing up! And every time I get it to move an inch, more ants drop on me. By the time it is fully opened and staying up on it’s own, I have pulled every muscle in my body, and have ants in my hair, in my clothes, in my shoes, and one little bastard bit me on the finger.
Now, it is time to load the trailer. This is a 4x8 trailer. I had to stack stuff, pull it out and shove other stuff in. I was sweating like a fool! Filled my car too. Then I was down to one item. This little dresser that I can not get in anywhere. I sat down on the ground and started praying, “God, give me strength to cram this thing in there without breaking it. Please God, just help my muscles hold out till I get this in there.” I caught my breath, lifted that thing with all the strength I could muster, and crammed it in the trailer. The damn thing hung over about ¼ of an inch. Well, I could take about half the stuff out, squeeze my fat butt down the side of the couch that was loaded with tables stacked on it and TRY to move it with one arm a little closer, OR I could pray like hell that when I leaned up against the door to push it shut nothing would break. I chose the latter. I pulled out of the storage facility just after 10:20.
I am traveling down I35 to Hwy 121 and busting right down the middle of downtown Fort Worth, because my mom has the keys to Pops house in her car. Her car is with her at the hospital in downtown. Did I mention I had never drove pulling a trailer before? I was a nervous wreck!!! I finally get there and get the keys and continue over to Weatherford. It must have taken forever to get over there. Look how serious and freaked out I am!
When I finally got to the house I needed to back this rig up. Did I mention I had never backed up with a trailer before? I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make the stupid thing go in the direction I needed it to. After nearly jack-knifing into my own car about 10 times I just drove through the darn yard. At this point I am openly admitting I have bit off more than I can chew. Should have let daddy come. I don’t have a cape because I am not wonder woman! My body is killing me and I have to unload this SOB and get back to Lewisville to pick the kids up by 3:15.I go into the house and walk out to the garage. The garage door on the side that does not have the car in front of it I can’t get open. There is some kind of brackets preventing it from opening that I figure are there for security purposes. Fine, I will move the car out, move the stuff in, and then move the car back in. I open the garage door, get the car keys and try to start the car. It doesn’t start… of course not, it hasn’t been run in months and the battery is dead. I can’t drag the couch in with just the little bit of room that is at the end of the car, so I drag it into the house. I drag a desk into the house also. I rearrange some furniture in the house so it doesn’t look like a furniture showroom. Then I unloaded the rest into the garage. Thank you Lord! I didn’t pass out! I go to close the garage door and it jams. I push the button, it moves about six inches, then comes back up. Seriously! So I go and try to pull on it. Nothing! I go back to the button. Again, I am praying. This time for mercy. God just give me a break! Put the button, it moves about six inches, then comes back up. There is this cord hanging over the car, and I hope it doesn’t do anything harmful. I pull it and my arm nearly yanks off! I guess that would be an emergency release.
I got back on the road, back over to the U-haul place, unhooked and paid out by 3:15. I was just a little late picking up the boys, but I am glad to be back and have that behind me. Now, on to Trick or Treat!
Halloween Prep
Our Halloween festivities started on Thursday. The boy’s school church had a “Trunk or Treat” on Thursday night and they really wanted to go. This year the boys didn’t really want a store bought costume, so we made them. Mavrick wanted to be a hippie and Michael wanted to be Bamm-Bamm.
On Wednesday, we started our tie-dye experiment (after a baseball game)! We bought two colors of dye and watched a few videos on You Tube to figure out what we needed to do. We colored Mav’s shirt, then a pair of Dad’s underwear, then a burp cloth, then one of Michael’s shirt. 
After that, I stayed up till midnight to sew Michael’s shorts , which turned out VERY big! Michael decided that I should be Betty, Bamm-Bamm’s mom. So Thursday afternoon when we got home I whipped out a Betty costume. They were very cute and everyone had a blast at the “Trunk or Treat.”
After that, I stayed up till midnight to sew Michael’s shorts , which turned out VERY big! Michael decided that I should be Betty, Bamm-Bamm’s mom. So Thursday afternoon when we got home I whipped out a Betty costume. They were very cute and everyone had a blast at the “Trunk or Treat.”
Fall Program
Tuesday was a work day for me. I was out seeing properties all day, but that evening, we went to the boys school program that their school’s church. I have to say that it always warms my heart to see them up there singing and praising the Lord. I don’t always agree with the teachers or the school administration, but I do love the fact that God is included in their everyday learning. Here a few pictures from that evening.
Michael is the top row, far right, yellow shirt.
Mavrick is in the red shirt on the back row beside the boy in the yellow shirt.
This is Cooper in his PJ's enjoying the program with Uncle Mark.
This is Major in Mommy's lap wondering what in the heck I am doing.
This is Isabella using her outside voice to announce that she sees Michael and pointing out for all of us just where he is. "Hi Michael!"
Michael is the top row, far right, yellow shirt.
Mavrick is in the red shirt on the back row beside the boy in the yellow shirt.This is Cooper in his PJ's enjoying the program with Uncle Mark. This is Major in Mommy's lap wondering what in the heck I am doing. This is Isabella using her outside voice to announce that she sees Michael and pointing out for all of us just where he is. "Hi Michael!"Madi, the dog
About four months ago we traveled to Nacogdoches to adopt a dog from their animal shelter. We all really liked her and thought she would be a good addition to our family… fast forward four months and the new had worn off. They kids paid no attention to her. I fed her in the mornings and Mark was feeding her in the evenings. Nobody played with her. It was really very sad for her I think. So, what do you do?
Well, I’ll tell you. When you adopt a dog from a shelter, you sign an agreement that if for whatever reason you cannot keep the dog, you will return it to the place of adoption…Nacogdoches. So, after much thought and consideration, I decided that I have an infant, two very active boys, and a husband who works all the time; I didn’t need a dog too. So, on Monday, my dear, sweet, wonderful blessing of a mother took me, Major and the dog on a road trip. I surrendered her (BTW, it is a “No Kill Shelter”) and tried to feel bad about it. I couldn’t. I felt bad that she was a puppy who needed attention and wasn’t getting it. I feel like she will be adopted quickly. I decided to just feel bad that I didn’t feel bad.
Finally, here we are on Saturday evening, and the boys still don’t know that she is gone. I was prepared to give them some big elaborate lie about her running away, but now, a week later, they have still not said anything about it. On Tuesday, Isabella was here and asked where the dog was, and tonight Michael has a friend spending the night who asked where the dog was, but that is it! I am kind of pissed that I put such thought into it and dealt with the whole “I’m taking their dog away” thing!
Well, I’ll tell you. When you adopt a dog from a shelter, you sign an agreement that if for whatever reason you cannot keep the dog, you will return it to the place of adoption…Nacogdoches. So, after much thought and consideration, I decided that I have an infant, two very active boys, and a husband who works all the time; I didn’t need a dog too. So, on Monday, my dear, sweet, wonderful blessing of a mother took me, Major and the dog on a road trip. I surrendered her (BTW, it is a “No Kill Shelter”) and tried to feel bad about it. I couldn’t. I felt bad that she was a puppy who needed attention and wasn’t getting it. I feel like she will be adopted quickly. I decided to just feel bad that I didn’t feel bad.
Finally, here we are on Saturday evening, and the boys still don’t know that she is gone. I was prepared to give them some big elaborate lie about her running away, but now, a week later, they have still not said anything about it. On Tuesday, Isabella was here and asked where the dog was, and tonight Michael has a friend spending the night who asked where the dog was, but that is it! I am kind of pissed that I put such thought into it and dealt with the whole “I’m taking their dog away” thing!
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