Prayers Please

So, tomorrow is the BIG day. Well, it's not really that big, but it's got me a little anxious right now. My surgery is scheduled for 8:00 and I'm sure only takes a few minutes. Like I mentioned in my previous post, it's not a huge procedure, but a few extra prayers couldn't hurt. I just want more than anything to wake tomorrow from the procedure and this sweet baby inside be unharmed. Please pray that God wraps his hands around this three-inch ball of sweetness and protects it with everything He's got. Please pray that my doctor has a steady hand and a confident heart. She knows what she's doing. Hey lets pray that my placenta has moved upwards - then the baby wouldn't even be in harms way! Just please keep me in your thoughts, the past 13 weeks have been hard but such a blessing. I want another 27! Love you guys and thanks for the prayers.

I'll update tomorrow afternoon. I've got a great post about our weekend and some wonderful pics. But for now, I'm gonna go lay in my man's arms, watch some tv, and relax. JD's with his KK so Jimmy and I are gonna enjoy eachother's company. Thanks mom for all your help...

EXTRA! EXTRA! Read All About It!

The time has come...here goes.

For those who don't keep up with my mom's blog or haven't picked up on my subtle hints in previous posts, this may come as a complete surprise...

I'm PREGNANT again! Yea! Sound the alarms because the word's out!

I waited a bit longer to send out the official announcement after the last one. The hardest part about miscarrying was telling everyone. So, I decided I better wait until I'm past the riskier first trimester. And although I'm not quite into my second (3 days away) and I know there's always a chance of miscarrying, I'm at peace that this is suppose to happen this time. So...I feel obliged to include it on my blog - because it's not official until it's blogged people!

So yes, baby number 2 is a cookin'. I'm 12 weeks and 4 days!! JD will be a BIG brother in less than 6 months!! I'll be a sleep-deprived, insane hormonal mother of two in 27 weeks and 3 days. I am counting down because I can not wait!

I went to the doctor today for my second prenatal visit. Things are looking good and Baby V is still set to arrive November 4th. Dr. S. did mention that my placenta was a little low. They usually move up as the pregnancy progresses but if not I'll be having a c-section. Sooo not worrying about that yet. She also ventured to guess that this will be another boy. WHAT?! That was not in the plan. And God laughs. She said it's too soon to "call it" but she see's what might be a penis (or a spec, or floating flecks, or anything else on that grey and white ultrasound). She couldn't see this so-called penis from any other angle, so I'm not convinced. Jimmy is though. He's already talking boy names. We'll soon see. I'm scheduled for my anatomy scan, where we'll find out the sex, on June 8. That's ONLY six weeks away!!!

So most people's next question is...how are you feeling? Like crap. Sorry I don't have anything better to say, but it's the honest truth. Anyone not feeling sorry for me yet should have witnessed the spectacle at Los Cucos last night. I literally darted out of the restaurant after dinner to avoid throwing up in the place. Unfortunately, I did not make it past the patio-filled with late night hungry people. Yes...I did puke in front of everyone. But...I managed to keep walking, not everyone is talented enough to puke while walking.

As for the last thing. I need some prayers my blogging sisters and brothers (if you're out there). Monday I'm having surgery on my cervix. I had a similar procedure when I was pregnant with JD. My cervix is incompetent (what everyone woman loves to hear) and might not carry full term. So a cerclage (stitch) will be placed in my cervix to strengthen it. With my placenta being low this causes an additional risk because this means my cervix is even closer to my placenta. The doc will just need to be careful. It's pretty simple and I'll only be down about 24 hours. I will however have to wait and see how my cervix reacts afterwards. Last time - not so good, but we have faith that this time will be better!! So...PLEASE...keep those prayers flowing Monday. I'm so attached to this bun, I can't imagine anything happening to it.

Oh, and if the above wasn't enough...here are a few pictures!!

The Baby's Body (I think)


The Skelator Face


My Growing Belly (excuse the blur...it's growing so fast my camera can't keep up)




Oh...and of course my FIRST Baby Vandagriff. He was so good at the doctor (another post) today that he got stickers. How cool is he???


He's starting to think he's too cool for this camera!

The Start of Something Summer

It's pretty much common knowledge that the women in my family were blessed with green thumbs. Well...most of them. Meaning, not me. I couldn't grow a lima bean in a plastic baggy with a paper towel - and we know those are the building blocks to a green future.

My Nana has a yard that deserves the front cover of every gardening magazine north of the equator. She can grow a rose bush in a desert. It's amazing and her yard is breathtaking. All of it. All 7 acres of her land is BEAUTIFUL. God blessed her with the ground and she made Him proud, with the help of my PawPaw of course. He's on that ridin' lawn mower every day (except when he's playing golf) keeping everything lookin' sharp.









My mom is equally gifted in the growing category, she's just a bit more limited on time. She had several BEAUTIFUL beds last year. They made the Easter pictures gorgeous.

But as I mentioned before...me? Not so much!

So, every spring I get this great idea that this year is it! I'm gonna have a pretty yard. Every summer this goes to pot. Literally - it turns into a pot with soil - NO flowers, NO herbs, NO nothing. Just dirt - and very dry dirt at that.

BUT this year is going to be different. This is the year that my yard stays pretty all summer through. We've started working on it. The front is done, but there's not much to do there. Mostly green stuff which I don't kill as quick. The backyard is getting there. Jimmy did a new rock-bed for me with a fountain and and some potted plants. I still need to do flowers in a few beds, but will work on this next weekend. I'm excited and motivated, which is a start, right? Here's what we've got so far...





And the main reason why I love this backyard so much...

LIVING LIFE

Today I went to the funeral of a dear friend's dad. This is a woman I grew up calling Aunt Lizby and literally thought of as another "mom". It was as most funerals are, sad and tear jerking, but SO BEAUTIFUL. Quite possibly one of the most beautiful funeral I've ever attended.

This is my third in the last 8 months.

They don't get any easier either.

The first wasn't so much a funeral as a memorial service. It was to date, the hardest thing I've gone through with my family. It was for Jimmy's dad. Jimmy and I have been together for 7 years in May, married for 2-1/2. I've watched him hurt many times. He lost a dear friend and mentor shortly after we started dating. He made the decision to quit pursuing his dream of being a professional golfer the year after. He lost another golf friend a while later. Losing his dad was the hardest and most difficult thing I've had to sit by and watch in 7 years. There is nothing harder than doing just that - sitting back and watching. As a mother, it's only natural for us to want to take other's pain away. Especailly that of your family. I've never wanted to take away someone's pain like I did the weeks following Jim's passing. I've also never fallen harder in love with my husband than I did during those weeks. He's an amazing man - an amazing son, brother, husband, father, and best friend.

About a month ago, I went to a funeral for a friend's mom. It was also very difficult. It brought back those familiar memories from Jimmy's dad. I saw it on Jimmy's face too. I hurt so bad for both of my friend's that were affected by this loss. One, a friend we've known since high school. The other, his sister that I've become good friends with. Both incredible people with life's that are only beginning. Austin is pursuing his dreams in Colorado. Sweet Amy is raising 2 precious children, Camryn who's 2 and Carder who's 8 months - both who will barely remember their grandmother. It was heartbreaking and still is. I think of Austin and Amy often and pray that they are able to move on and be better people beacuse of it.

Today's was one that was completely different. Sad? Yes. Hard? Yes. Tear-Jerking? Yes. But BEAUTIFUL? Absolutely. It was the funeral for an 87 year old man who had LIVED his life. As Aunt Lizby said, he literally "Lived until he died." He spent the last 8 years completely in love with his wife and LIVING and SERVING the Lord. It was INSPIRATIONAL to say the least!

I walked away with many thoughts, but one rang out loud and true. I want to LIVE life EVERY DAY like it's my LAST. I want my last day to be spent LIVING and SERVING.

Seventeen Again

Wednesday night I got to have a girl's night with my sister. We had a blast as usual, but it was more than just that. We are both very sensative people - her by nature and me - hormonal and that whole "mommy" thing. So sharing intense moments that bring tears is better spent with another sap as opposed to a non-sap, aka My Husband.

We went to the St. Jude's Partner's in Hope concert. I became a partner this year. I wanted to do it last year, but never called in so this year I jumped on the chance. Partners in Hope sign up to donate $30 a month and every bit of it goes to St. Jude's for research and operation. As a mother now, I have thought a lot about St. Jude. I pray JD never has a need for it, but if he does, it's incredible knowing they are doing some great things there.

Anyways, they put on a concert for all of the partners and I took Shannon as my guest. The two performers were Taylor Swift and Jason Aldean. They are both AMAZING. I love country music. I was raised on it and 99.5% of the time, my radio is tuned to 92.9 or 100.3. I love it. I love everything about country music. I love the sadness of it, I love the honesty in it, I love how it makes me want to dance, I love how it makes me fall in love, I love how it reminds me of summer, I LOVE IT. I've been a fan of Jason Aldean's for a while. He had me with Why? I liked Taylor Swift but only knew the two songs she had on the radio. That changed Wednesday night!

This girl is a doll!!! There was something so precious about her. She's 17 and she acts 17. She's not one of these celebrities that is 17 going on 25. No, she's 17. She's every girl at 17. She wrote ALL of her songs and they are all about the life of a 17 year old girl. It took me back. It took me back to high school. It took me back to putting on make up and getting dolled up for school knowing that I'd run into my crush. It took me back to broken hearts and falling in love all over again. It took me back to being jealous of new girl friends and disliking ex-girlfriends. She took me back. It didn't take much seeing how I only graduated 6 years ago, but still, she took me back. I loved high school. I have fond memories. I met the most incredible man in high school and now spend every morning waking up to him.

So thank you Miss Swift. Thank you for reminding me of what is was like. Thanks for making me smile and for bringing back old memories. It was a blast. It was even more fun watching her with my sister who will be 17 in June. She sang her heart out to a 23 year old remembering what is was like to be 17 and a 16 year old looking ahead a few months when she will be 17.

Here are a few of my favorite lyrics:

Our Song
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heartI look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I... wrote down our song


Mary's Song
(this song was written for her neighbors)

She said, I was seven and you were nine
I looked at you like the stars that shined
In the sky, the pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
Growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled
And rolled their eyes and said oh my my my

Take me back to the house in the backyard tree
Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me
You never did, you never did
Take me back when our world was one block wide
I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried
Just two kids, you and I...
Oh my my my my

I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said oh my my my...

Take me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your truck and all I need is you next to me
Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside til the morning light
Oh my my my my

A few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee
Take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle
Our whole town came and our mamas cried
You said I do and I did too

Take me home where we met so many years before
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch
After all this time, you and I

I'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine
I'll still look at you like the stars that shine
In the sky, oh my my my...

Momma...I Got It!

Around a year old, JD found his nose. Well, not necessarily his nose but his nose holes...as in, he learned to stick his fingers in his nose. It wasn't quite the process of picking, but more or less just sticking them in the holes. I have a great picture of this at the dinner table (nice)



So...we've moved past this...on to bigger and better things.

Like picking his nose. Actually picking it.

The best part is not the actual picking but the finding. He's a true man on a mission. And once he's done, He proudly anounces, "Mommy, I got it! Here go!"

He sure knows how to make his momma proud!

Back in Time

Very rarely do we have the oppurtunity to step back in time. It's not very often than we can time-travel back to our childhood and relive a few moments again. We look at pictures and remember old times and if we are lucky, we can watch home movies and enjoy those precious years for a bit longer!!

Last night I had this oppurtunity. My dad came across an old cassette tape when he was cleaning out the house. What was on the tape was...prcieless.

I was a bit of an entertainer growing up. This is something that still haunts me...literally haunts me when I watch home movies because it's a tad bit embarrassing now. The stuff when I was little isn't too bad because I'm 8 or 9. The other stuff howeber, yikes!! There's nothing more embarassing than watching my cousin and I at age 14 breaking it down to the Macarena and to "I Like to Move it, Move it" by Reel 2 Real (this is pre-Madagascar - thank you)!! It's near torture watching it with Jimmy because his accusations of me of being a complete dork when I was younger are confirmned (and I enjoyed every minute of my dorkiness)!!

So anyways, I go to my mom's last night to listen to this old cassette and it was the most amazing thing I've ever heard. For an hour I got to be 8 again. I go to laugh at myself and my friends again. One of the friends in the tape is still one of my closest friends to this day - we are as close as sisters. Ashley and I literally grew up together. Until we were in junior high, it feels like we spent every waking moment together. Once we went to different schools and she moved off of our street, we drifted a bit but when we got together it was like no time passes. Once we were older and in high school, we becamse a bit closer. Now, we are as close as we were when we were kids. Maybe closer because our mom's no longer have to call one another to break up our fights. This girl is one of the most precious people in my life and it was the neatest thing hearing us be kids again. I can hardly wait for her to get home from school to listen to it!!!!

Anyways...my mom's already blogged this because it was just as special for her. She wrote the most sweetest things and together we enjoyed reliving my childhood once again. I can't wait to share this one day with my kids...now do you see why I want a daughter soo??? Here's my mom's reaction to it all - Enjoy!

This Old House

Amanda over at Baby Bangs asked for an update...so here goes...it's gonna be long and no, not because my life is so over the top exciting, but because it's been one of those months....

As many of you know, we are in the process of selling our house. The following is the exciting timeline of this:

January 15th - end of February: I suffered through endless showings. This alone can be difficult, but throw a 2-year old, master-mess-maker into the mix and you've got a whole kind of "difficult". If I was lucky, the showing company would call an hour-1/2 before the showing and I'd approve regardless if I was still in my pajamas and JD had just finished an art masterpiece on the wall. I'd run around like a mad-woman cleaning the place and begging JD to help. After a few failed attempts, I'd strap him in his booster seat in front of the tv with 3-4 dum-dum suckers and pray!

February (end): We got an offer and then made an offer!! Whoo-hoo!! Closing date set for March 23!!

10 Days Later: The buyers would now like a laundry list of repairs done - fun!

March 21: The buyers want to move the closing date to March 26th (OKAY!)

March 24: The inspector comes back out and is not pleased (let's just say mis-communication on our realtor's part)

March 25-26: We bust our tails trying to get the reapirs done. There is literally contractor after contractor coming through our house. I'm now good-friends with one of the handy-men! We move the closing back a day.

March 27: Closing has been rescheduled for Wednesday - after much arguing from Jimmy b/c we are suppose to close on our new house AND leave town by Thursday.

March 28 (Wed - AM): We call to check on the closing and hear it went great.
March 28 (Wed - PM): We get a call that the buyer backed out!! WHAT???!!!! Yes, they no longer want the house - they loose their earnest money. WHAT???!!!

Thursday - A VERY unhappy Jimmy and Stephanie take little JD to Mississippi for some R&R and furniture moving.

So, our house is back on the market. The whole ordeal has been so frusterating. After already packing most of our house up and spending countless hours on repairs, we are staying a bit longer. I've had to unpack a bunch of thing and attempt to get the house back in showable condition. So here we go again....

I'm Baaaccckkkk!

Yeah...so it's been a while. I'd give the same ole' tired excuse that life's busy and blah-blah-blah, which is true...but really, who cares? I'm back now! At least for the next 30 minutes!

So....I have a lot of stories to share and I don't feel like tying all that much, so I'm re posting them on here from my playgroup bulletin board b/c I always have time to check and chat on that! I'm a bad blogger I know!

So here's the first one. In honor of Will Smith's movie The Pursuit of Happiness, I'd like to title them.

I like to call this part of my life - Cocoa Loco!

So I just finished cleaning up the biggest mess to date that JD has made. I was trying to get a few things done on the computer and should have known something was wrong because it was awfully quiet. I went to find him and found a DISASTER instead! I'm so aggravated b/c Jimmy has my camera for work, but I will try my best to describe it. JD was in the middle of the kitchen covered in hot chocolate mix. He'd opened 9 packets of chocolate mix and poured them all over the kitchen. He'd also poured some all over both of our WHITE American Eskimo dogs. I turned the corner in time to find him pouring the packet on Max's back and then LICKING it off!!! I could have died. I couldn't even punish him because I was laughing hysterically. There was chocolate powder between my toes that was how thick it was. JD looked like one of the Little Rascals because his face was covered in brown and when he smiled he had chocolate caked in between his teeth! Needless to say he went straight to the bathtub! I still have to try and get it out of my carpet! It was awful but so funny at the same time!

I'd like to call this part of my life - Pukin' Fiesta

So I woke this Friday morning and was pretty sick to my stomach. After a bit of wallowing in my sorrow I puked my guts out. Now, this is eventful on it's own, but throw a 2-year old in the mix and you've got a regular ole' pukin' fiesta!! As I'm purging, JD's narrating. Of course, he's not too accustom to throwing up yet (he obviously doesn't remember the concussion a few months ago) so he keeps saying, "Mommy - you poo poo!" No JD - I'm not pooping, I'm puking...a little different! It goes like this - I throw up, he chimes in with a cute comment nonetheless (is that all one word?), and then spits in the toilet. It's actually quiet amusing. I mean, as amusing as puking gets! I finally finish up and carry myself back to the couch with JD in tow. Ok, more like I dragged him out of the bathroom where he was still spitting in the toilet. I was praying it was a freak throw up, but NO - as luck would have it - I was sick.

I'm not sure how many of you have experienced the stomach flu. I know it's straight from the devil. Seriously...it's BAD. I had it last year as well, and ugh...talk about contagious. I will list (just to prove a point) everyone who's caught it in the last 2 years: Me-twice, Jimmy-twice, Susan-twice-, Lynn-twice (work), Aylie (SIL), Nick-twice (BIL), Lexi (niece), Yvonne (work), Tim-twice, Mom, Shannon, Matt, Danny, Kevin, John, several playgroup friends...and so you get the point. It goes around like a merry-go-round! So, I got it. I spent the entire weekend miserable. I stopped counting after my 10th trip (I'm not lying) to the bathroom on Friday. By Friday night I was pretty convinced that I was having an appendicitis and needed emergency medical attention - STAT! This is while I was lying on the living room floor while Jimmy watched another college basketball game rolling around. I know...dramatic...whatever! By the time my stomach eased up my body was so sore from all that rolling around! It was pretty bad and pretty much ruined my weekend. It also prevented me from attending a crawfish boil on Saturday at Aylie's house - booo! So...by Sunday I was almost 100% until this happened....

I like to call this part of my life - Nostril Enema

Sunday was pretty much back to normal. I went to Denny's for breakfast for a good ole fashion Chicken Fried Steak and Eggs (it was so good it deserves capital letters) since I hadn't eaten in 2 days!! We had an uneventful day around the house. Watched the NASCAR race and the Elite Eight (code for NCAA bball - ugh...save me from my misery!)!!! So...a typical Sunday.

Last night I was taking my prenatal vitamins and stool softeners (u don't even want to know - I suffer the pregnancy curse of constipation - TMI???). Well, for those of you who don't know me, you probably don't know that I CAN NOT take pills. I could never be a pill addict b/c I can not swallow pills. It's pretty bad - chewable everything for me!! I gag, throw up in my mouth, puke, etc. when I swallow pills and it all starts as I'm unscrewing the cap. ANYWAYS - my stool softeners are gelcaps - like the easiest things to swallow for a normal person. I take a deep breath and throw them in my mouth and take a swig of tea. You know that burning in your nose feeling when you somehow get the liquid from your mouth into your nasal cavity (the whole milk spewing from nose thing when laughing) - it happened. I was aggravated b/c I'm a pill failure, but figured it would go away in a few. Fifteen minutes later my nose and throat are STILL burning and my nose is beginning to run!! I wipe my nose with a paper towel and much to my surprise - my towel is pink. I keep wiping and shoving twisted up tissues in my nose and they keep coming out all pink! After a few minutes of this, I realize I have not only sucked up tea through my nose, but my stool softener as well! AWESOME. I call my S-I-L to tell her (we share these kind of things). I continue to blow and suffer while my nose is on fire. After a few minutes I gave my nose one last good blow and out came the pill. It was pretty melted by this point, but still resembled the pill! Ugh!!! I had to show Jimmy and I thought he was gonna puke!! It was awful!!! For the next 3 hours my nose burned and my throat had the worst taste EVER from all of the drainage!! It was pretty bad!! I even went to bed with a spit cup just like Papa Tim. Not for dip of course, but for the lovely drainage pouring from my nose to my throat. It literally felt like a thousand ants were being held hostage by Jack Bauer on my throat. The funny thing is...apparently stool softeners are great decongestants as well - you know, in case you run out of clariten d!!

So...in case you were ever wondering if you can suck more than milk into your nose from your throat - the answer is yeah!! A pill the size of 2 cem. will fit as well!! Nice....

Truly Blessed

There are few things sweeter than JD telling me he loves me after I tell him. This is one of the few...

Jimmy got JD ready for bed tonight while I hopped in the shower. I kissed him goodnight and went on my way. This is one of the tiny things that is so incredible to me....(see below for more)

Anyways, I got out of the shower and could hear JD in his bed talking. After getting dressed I stopped outside of his room to see if it sounded like "fussy talk" or just rambling before falling asleep. At first I thought he was calling me, and then what I heard melted my heart. He was saying in his sing songy voice, "Mommy, I wuv you. Daddy, I wuv you. Mommy, I wuv you. Daddy I wuv you." It was to date, the most precious thing this sweet child has said. I wish I could have recorded his voice to replay over and over again. I am so blessed....

As I mentioned above, one of the most amazing things to me is watching JD and Jimmy. As many of you all know, I had a very strained relationship with my father growing up and have zero relationship now. It wasn't that my parents were divorced or that he didn't live close. No...we shared a roof. Before anymore is said, I must say that I have some of the most wonderful memories of my dad growing up and I can now look back and see the good times, instead of only the bad. I'm not sure what went wrong when I was little. I think it was a combination of so many things. I think there were some jealousy issues. My mom and I have always been very close, and I think my dad was always jealous of the relationship my mom and I had. We were also two people who shared so many of the same qualities, unfortunately so many of these qualities were things I despised and qualities that seemed to drive us further apart. He's a very intimidating man and I feared him for many years. It was just a tough relationship and I guess still is. So, of course this meant my mom and I were inseparable. She was the one I ran to for everything. As hard as it was, it makes me appreciate the amazing husband and father that Jimmy is. I can't begin to explain the comfort I have knowing that JD is fine with daddy putting him to bed. It's so silly and hard to explain, I just can't imagine how torn my mom most have felt all those years. I am truly blessed....

The End of an Era

So it's not really the end of an era, but it feels that important to me.

JD is growing up. I say this like it's a surprise, like I haven't said it several times a week for the last 2 years and 30 days. But really, this time - he's growing up.

Tonight after I put JD to bed, which like so many other things has become easier as he's gotten older (and I know this continues to change), I came across something that made tears feel my eyes. I was picking up my room when I came across his bear blanket. I've spoken about this in other posts - the beloved LOVEY if you may. This can't be right I thought - JD's asleep without his blanket. He's slowly been less interested in Bear and Blanket (yes - those are their very technical names) and more interested in Mickey House (I know I called him Mickey House, but that's what JD calls him and for the life of me I can't correct him - it's just too cute). He received a blue night-time Mickey Mouse from my mom and Tim for his birthday. And well...since then, he's not put it down. It's even replaced Bear and Blanket at Mother's Day Out. He'll still ask for Bear and Blanket occasionally and if he sees them in his crib later in the day, he'll pull them out. But for the most part - he doesn't miss them. As long as he's got Mickey House he's happy. Which is great! I'm happy if he's happy, but it's a little bittersweet. Blanket has been by JD's side since he was a baby. I received it at a baby shower and I couldn't wait to use it when JD was born. It's the softest chenille blanket with a stuffed teddy bear head as one of the corners. It made the best blanket/pillow for JD as a baby in his bouncy seat or swing. I've tucked him in bed everynight with his sweet face nuzzled into Blanket's softness. I've had to sneak it in the wash time after time, afraid that eventually the teachers at MDO were going to ban it because it looked so dirty. I had to pry it from his sweet hands when we were at the ER the last time because he'd thrown up on it. It's literally been through it all, and I guess it just saddens me because it's just another remineder that he's growing up. As much as I can't wait for the fun times ahead, my heart aches a little knowing that I'll never get these moments back.

I'm not sure why I'm so sentimental over all of this here recently. I think part of it is that we've had a wonderful couple of weeks. JD has had his moments, but overall he's been so much fun. He's been extremely happy, he's eating better, and he's talking so much. I've spent more time asking myself what the heck Jimmy and I did before JD. I love this precious child so much. I can't wait to watch t-ball games and to teach him how to water ski, but I don't want to - not yet. I need a few more years of this....

putting off the inevitable

So as I mentioned previously (like a week ago??? because I've been a bad blogger) we sold our house. It happened early last week. The realtor showed our house for the second time to the same people and they spent an entire hour looking around (meanwhile I assumed they would be done shortly and drove around hour neighborhood for an hour - it was funny when Jimmy showed up and we'd pass each other and wave only to pass each other again on the next street) our lovely home. I was aggravated but hope it was a good sign! Sure enough, we had an offer the next day!

After getting the offer we knew we had to bust our tail to find a new home! We had several in mind but nothing that I was in love with. We found a few homes in a neighborhood we'd never heard of and decided to check it out. It's a small community but two seconds from the big neighborhood that I'd been wanting to live in. I immediately loved the house! I knew from the beginning that it would be great for our family. There were a few "well, there is this" but after more consideration we knew it was the one!!! It's plenty big but not too big, it's new but not brand new, it's a one story but not a crammed one story - it's perfect!!

The closing date is set for March 23rd. Which, if you're counting on your fingers is precisely 24 days from today! Yikes!!! Which brings me to what I am doing now rather than what I am suppose to be doing...packing!

This is not fun. Those of you who think moving sounds like so much fun (I thought this too until an hour ago) have lost your minds. The idea of packing in general is not to bad, but then once you start doing it - well, it's a little harder than it looks. I'm an obsessive organizer. This means my boxes must be organized and labeled. Right now I have 3 open boxes on the floor with a few things in each. This is going to be interesting!

If packing alone wasn't dreadful enough, throw a 2-year old in the mix! At the present moment JD
is unrolling a roll of tape.

This might sound like a no-no, but it's better than what he was doing a few minutes ago - taking all the shredded paper out of my paper shredder!! Ahh...help me please!


I do have something to look forward to (and I'm not referring to the pretty house we are moving into in 24 days) - rodeo!! Jimmy and I will be leaving shortly for some bull ridin', turkey leg eatin', cowboy lookin' heck of a good time! Yee Haw! I love me some George Strait!

Then I'll come back home to this and start all over again tomorrow. Note to self: spend your 5-1/2 hours while JD is in MDO to get stuff done! Enough of this business....

Remember Me?

Although you might think my life must be super boring and that's why there are no recent posts; however, that couldn't be farther from the truth. My days have been spent looking at houses, attending play dates, and looking at more houses. Just a note: we've found one and have not only made on offer but have a contract on our house as well! Post to come...

Here's some thing to enterain you all. It was taken from Jackson Jones's blog who took it from Big Mama's blog...oh the blogging life!!


Music Meme

Favorite Song From Childhood: James Brown's I Feel Good. This was me and my PawPaw's song. I can still remember picking him up from the airport with my mom and busting out with "I feel good, da-na-na-na-na"! Talk about some stares...

Favorite High School Dance Song: The Dance by Garth Brooks

Senior Class Song: I Will Remember You by Sarah McLachan

Favorite Rock & Roll Song: Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppord - I can remember singing this in my living room with my mom while watching VH1

Favorite Disco Song: Play that Funky Music White Boy

Favorite Country Western Song: This is a tough one - right now...Last Dollar by Tim McGraw

Favorite Pop Song: of all time - something by the infamous Brittany Spears - either Slave for You or Boys

Favorite All Time Love Song: Me and You by Kenny Chesney

Favorite Break Up Song: I Walk Alone by Oleander

Favorite Make Out Song: hmmm....Let's Get It On - I don't know!

Song That Always Makes You Cry: If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks and Remember When by Alan Jackson

Songs About Your Kid/s: Watching You by Rodney Atkins

Song That Reminds You Of Your Husband: Take Me Out to a Dance Hall & Three Days by Pat Green

Favorite Gospel/Praise Song: You Are Holy and Better is One Day

Favorite Ringtone on Cellphone: I need a new one, right now I have Don't Stop Believin' by Jorney!

You're it...dooo itttt!

GOOD Morning

After yesterday's unhappy post, I knew I needed to start my day better. I've known this for a while actually. I can remember waking up as a pre-teen and a teenager in junior high and high school for quiet time and being so tired and it being so quiet - well, I fell asleep. You see...this girl enjoys her sleep - A LOT! I'm a sleeper so I have to do a lot of praying to even get up in the morning. I have even prayed for a false-smoke alarm to wake me up, of course this would wake the entire house meaning my quiet time would be interrupted 10 times with a toddler asking for everything under the sun.

So anyways...I just wanted to say Good Morning to everyone. I believe my day will be a lot better. God is doing some work in this girl and I so desperately need it. I can't wait to see where He takes me.

I have a fun day planned for myself. JD has MDO and then I'm going to do YOGA - something I have done since pre-JD and I am SOOOO excited!! Then I guess I'll run by our office and make myself useful. Jimmy and I are looking at 6 houses today after we pick JD up from school.

I will try and write later...I feel like I have so much to say, but JD will miss MDO if I continue! Love you all....

...a tough morning...

It's been a while since I've had a blog where I just let it all out.

What a day...and it's only 1:37. I'm not even sure where to begin...but I have to release this all before I start my Bible study. I literally laid JD down for his nap and said, "I NEED to do my Bible study and get before the Lord before I loose my mind." Oh yes...it has been on of those days.

I'm dealing with a few new challenges with JD. I'm not sure if this is part of the toddler years or if he's just being difficult. I'm sure it's the toddler thing but I think I feel more pathetic if I pretend I'm the only mom of a two-year old going through this.

JD won't eat. He refuses to eat just about everything. Some days he eats only one or two things, other days he eats one huge meal and hardly anything else. There are the rare days where he takes one or two bites but several times of day. This would of course be no big deal if he was weighing in with your average 2-year old, but at almost 25 months of age JD is barely pushing 23 pounds. I know babies who weigh this at 8 months!! The doctor is not overly concerned with this, just me. I do have him drinking PediaSure once a day and eating these NutraKid bars for added calories, but he rarely finishes the bar and typically only drinks 3/4 of the PediaSure. He's extremely active so I know that it's not affecting anything other than his weight, but it's still frustrating. I want him to eat and more importantly I want him to want to eat!! Everyone keeps telling me he'll eat when he's hungry...Really?? Because I'm pretty sure he'd go almost a full day without eating anything at all if I didn't sit him down and force him to take a bite. Which is just so much fun as he's crying and covering his eyes with his hands. Ahhh!!! I'm not exaggerating at all when I say he can go until at least noon without telling me he's hungry. He doesn't of course because I make him eat something - usually a few bites of dry cereal. I guess i just don't get it and I'm getting so frustrated trying to to get him to eat! This has been going on for a couple of weeks, and it's just getting worse! Pray for my patience and JD's appetite please.

I'm also so very tired. I'm not sure what it is. I'd love to think I'm pregnant but I don't think that's it. I mean, if I am it would have happened in the last 36 hours (in case you cared to know that much about our love life) and I think this would be pretty quick to be showing the signs. I'd also love to say that it's all the lovemaking that's got me worn out but I don't think that's it. I'm just beat!!! I could literally lay down and close my eyes and instantaneously fall asleep. I'm not usually this way either. If I make myself wash my face, get dressed, and put on clothes (and by this I don't mean sweat pants and a tshirt) I'm good to go until nighttime! But here I am mid-afternoon and I'm so tired. This of course is making me very cranky which in turn makes the above even harder to deal with!

Then there is the whole house dilemma. I want to sell and I want to find a house to buy! Jimmy and I are having a hard time agreeing on anything we look at. He wants a new house. He doesn't want to deal with the problems that can sometimes come with older houses. I like the feel and cleanliness of a new house. I love the big windows and open floor plans. I love the vaulted ceilings and the big tiled floors. I love the updated kitchens with granite counter tops. I love all of that, but I don't like yards with no trees. I want a big oak tree in my backyard and shade in my front yard. I want a street lined with everything from maple trees to magnolia trees. I want to stub my toe on acorns and complain about pine needles!! As much trouble as falling leaves are, I want them!! I want trees!! I might have been raised in Houston, but there's always a part of me that wants to live far from the city. This part obviously doesn't exists during shopping sprees since I favor Nordstroms and Arden B over Piggly Wiggly and Fred's Dollar General, but aside from that I want space. I also want young neighbors. I want JD to grow up with kids on the street like I did. I spent every waking moment outside playing. There were so many kids around us growing up, I always had a companion!! I want JD to walk out into the front yard and have to decide who's door to knock on first (with me standing at the front door watching because who are we kidding...things have changed)! It's just hard coming to an agreement. We have several homes we are looking at tomorrow that are pretty new (built in the last 5 years or so) and seem to have decent size yards with a tree or two. So we'll see... Oh, and they are affordable. We have agreed on one community but the houses are a little more than we want to spend. I mean..this girl does like to eat!

So I'm done unloading...now I'm asking for a few prayers. I'm going to go now! I need some Fruit of the Spirit...love you all!

My Look Alikes....

Lookin' good, lookin' good....



Oh and JD's is even better...all girls???

Favorite JD Phrase of the Week

Me: "Ouch!"
JD: "What happen?"
Me: "I hurt my elbow?"
JD: "Me kiss it?"

I melt....

TGFPD - Thank Goodness for Play Dates

...and TGFS (Thank Goodness for Sunshine) for that matter!

Praise HIM, it's another sunny day in Houston. We have now seen the sun 3 days in a row, which might sound like no big deal to anyone living in San Diego, but we've had some awful weather the last month. I was so excited this morning I almost threw on last year's bathing suit and layed out!!

Today was our second play date with out NW play group. JD and I belong to two different play groups - The NW Play Group and the JV, Bear Creek, and Copperfield Play Group. We love them both so much and it is sooooo nice to visit with other mommies during the day.

Today's date was at Mercer Aboretum. It's a beautiful park, botanical garden, library, and outdoor classroom in Humble. It's a bit of a drive for us, but so worth it. JD had a blast and has turned into quite the monkey!!

I am just so glad to have met these ladies and to have a place to spend our days that JD is not in MDO. I know he loves getting out of the house as well. Anyone looking for a playgroup should checkout meetup.com for some in your area. It's a great website and has a lot to offer!

Also...keep us in your prayers and especially my "control issues". I'm kinda getting frusterated with this whole house-selling business. It's frusterating waiting for a buyer and even more frusterating looking for the perfect house. I'm trying so hard to sit back and let whatever happens happen...but I want to move soon!!! Anyways...just keep us in mind, we are both so ready to start packing!

Better sign off...I have a bible study to do before JD wakes up!

BIG Babies

(AP) He is called "Super Tonio," and at a whopping birth weight of 14.1 pounds, the "little" fellow is causing a sensation in this Mexican resort city. Cancun residents have crowded the nursery ward's window to see Antonio Vasconcelos, who was born early Monday by Caesarean section at Jesus Kumate Rodriguez hospital. On Thursday, doctors reduced his diet from 5 ounces to 3 ounces of milk every three hours. In three days, Tonio gained 7 ounces, weighing in Wednesday night at 14.5 pounds. He measures 22 inches in length. "We haven't found any abnormality in the child. There are some signs of high blood sugar, and a slight blood infection, but that is being controlled so that the child can get on with his normal life in a few more days," Narciso Perez Bravo, the hospital's director, said on Wednesday. In Brazil, a baby born in January 2005 in the city of Salvador weighed 16.8 pounds at birth. According to Guinness World Records, the heaviest baby born to a healthy mother was a boy weighing 22.5 pounds, born in Aversa, Italy, in September 1955. Antonio's mother, Teresa Alejandra Cruz, 23, and father, Luis Vasconcelos, 38, said they were proud of the boy, and noted that Cruz had given birth to a baby girl seven years ago who weighed 11.5 pounds. "It's good, because now with this one, we'll have a pair" of big babies, said Vasconcelos.

Do you know what's even crazier?? A friend of ours weighed 11 lbs 1 oz when he was born and his mama delivered him with no drugs! CRAZY!! She's a better woman than me! I don't have any pics of him as baby, but here he is now...6'9'' and the jolly green giant

St. Jude

This is something I have always wanted to be a part of, so I decided to join the fight against childhood cancer this year. I pray that a cure is found for childhood cancer and I hope I live to see it, or at least JD.

Below is the link for KILT's Big Country telethon going on the next 2 days:
http://www.kilt.com/

Here's the direct link for donating:
https://shop.stjude.org/GiftCatalog/express-donation.do?program=cck&frequency_selected=1&source_code=ORQKILTII07&stationUrl=http://www.kilt.com&stationCall=KILT

Please conside the $30/month donation...you never know when it can happen to someone you love. Oh, and hug those extra special children in your life that are healthy as can be!!! I am blessed to have a healthy boy (at least for now) to wake up to everyday~