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Guess Who!

27 May

Oh yes, it’s true!

I’m ready to roll again and this blog is about to make a comeback. I’ve had a lot of life changes in the past few months but things are back to normal – at least somewhat – and I’m ready to share it all with you, my sweet readers. I’m so sorry for the abrupt drop off the map, but for a very long time life was just getting in the way and a little too painful to talk about.

Coming up in the next few days – updates, pictures, funny stories and of course news on my Army!

Stay tuned, it’s about to get real up in here! But before I go…a teaser for what’s to come!

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Lola is all grown up!

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Whine and Roses – What We’ve Been Through

13 Feb

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: ‘Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.’
~ James Thurber

We’ve been through a lot in the 8 years we’ve been together. Married for 7 of those years.

The birth of 3 children. Illness. Depression. Near poverty. Joy. Moving. Life has been an obstacle course of things we needed to overcome together.

Four little soldiers who think their daddy is the best

Thanks fo going through it with me , baby.

Whine and Roses #5 – Love at Home

5 Feb

Spread love everywhere you go: first of all in your own house. Give love to your children, to your wife or husband, to a next door neighbor… Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness; kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile, kindness in your warm greeting.
 – Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa was a wise woman. The more I read about her, the more I adopt her as my hero. I strive daily to be more like her. This quote is just one example of the wisdom that this woman imparted. The more I think about love, the more I want to share love – to spread it around. What better place to start than at home?

Today for me, here’s what love is:

Love is…a big belly laugh from my little girl who just started making those belly laughs last night.

Love is…my husband putting the kids to bed so that I can sit down and write this blog post.

Love is…kisses from my boys who have the sweetest lips imaginable.

Love is…my oldest son saying (when I commented on how pretty Rosie from Lord of the Rings is) “But she’s not as pretty as you, Mom.”

Love is...kisses from big brothers to little sisters.

Sometimes I think that the love shared at home is the best love of all.

Whine and Roses #3 – Just One of the Things I Love

3 Feb

A little girl is sugar and spice and everything nice – especially when she’s taking a nap. 
~Author Unknown

Lest I Forget

15 Dec

Dear Future Me,

Hi there! I hope things are going great for you! Did you accomplish all that you had planned for yourself all those years ago? I sure hope so. Either way, I’m sure you did everything you did with the best interests of your little army at heart. What decisions did you make? Were there more than four little soldiers after all, or did you stop after the Princess arrived? Did you obtain your degree after the last one started school? Did you ever accomplish your goal of moving near your siblings and their children?

I’m sure as the years go by that you have laughed at yourself for this letter many times, and perhaps as you read it again now – all these years later – you’re laughing again. However, I felt this letter was important for many reasons. Let me remind you of where you were when you wrote this.

The Bubba

Bubba (do you still call him that, or does he insist on being called Hayden now?) is six. He’s into Bakugan, Iron Man and Transformers. His favorite television show is Transformers and today his favorite color is blue. His best friend is Jessica and his favorite toy is his V-Reader. He’s an avid reader and loves to learn. School is still exciting for him and he loves his teacher, Ms. Antle.

Yes, I am aware of the fifth candle.

Silas is four. He likes Transformers and Thomas and is obsessed with Walmart gift cards because he thinks they’re debit cards. He totes three of them everywhere. His favorite televison show is Toopy and Binoo and today his favorite colors are pink and purple. He started Kinderstart this fall and his teacher is Mrs. Burt, Hayden’s teacher from last year. He can spell his own name, knows all of his alphabet and numbers and recognizes simple words.

Lolabean!

Lola turned 5 months old yesterday. She is so very tiny still, just in the 11th percentile for height and weight according to the public health nurse. Such a dainty little princess! She’s now sleeping in her crib for the majority of the night and her favorite pastimes are nursing and making sure she spends as much time in Mommy or Daddy’s arms as possible. She is a sweet little baby and a joy to have around.

King of the Playground

James is 8 now, and totally outgrown that skinny, gangly phase he was going through. He still loves Bakugan, but is starting to get into more big-kid pursuits now. He loves playing Nintendo DS and Wii and spending time with his friends. He’s very outdoorsy and has a ton of energy. He’s doing great in third grade!

Now that I’ve reminded you of your children on this date, let me fill you in on what you’re up to. You’re still into World of Warcraft, particularly roleplaying with your friend Emily. You’ve spent hours doing this, staying up way later than you should. You also like baking and cooking, trying to learn to use the new camera, and are attempting to set up your scrapbooking area so that you can make albums for the kids. You’ve been decorating for Christmas lately, and are discovering just how bad your OCD can get while trying to make the tree look “just so”. You decided on a red/ivory/gold theme this year. Next year you might want to get the kids their own tree to allow them to decorate because you ended up pulling off all the ornaments and restarting to make it look right.

Now to the reason that I’ve decided to write this odd post. I want you to remember how you feel today.

This morning your sons decided that sleep was for the weak and that a 5:45am wake-up call was perfectly acceptable. Your wonderful husband, having headed to bed earlier than you in a stroke of foresight that was almost uncanny, got up with them and allowed you to sleep until 7am. Where children get that much energy that early in the morning, I’m not quite sure. However, this is a common occurance with your children. They care not for silly things like waiting until sunrise! As much as you love them, it gets exhausting. It would be so good if once every month or so, someone else would take them for a weekend so you and your husband could sleep late, shop without having to wrangle a herd, and talk about grown-up things without having to punctuate your sentences with comments aimed toward the small fry.

I want you to remember this. So I wrote you this reminder.

Now that you’re older and your children are grown, perhaps you have grandchildren. Do they live close by? I hope so. I would hate to think that our family has scattered to the wind and only see each other on rare occasions. If they do and you’re enjoying peace and quiet on the weekends now that the nest is empty, I want you to do one small thing for me.

Make the offer to your children that once the grandchildren are old enough and they are ready to let them spend overnights without them, to take the grandchildren for one weekend per month. Give them the break that you need but no one will give you. Allow your children to reconnect with their spouses, sleep late for a change, relax while they run errands. Sure, it means that your weekend just got a lot noisier, a lot busier and your sleep just got a bit shorter, but your children will appreciate it far more than you can ever dream right now. Remember the exhaustion. Remember the frustration. Remember aching for some peace and quiet for even just one day.

Pick up the phone and make the offer. Perhaps they’ll refuse, and that’s okay. But just perhaps it will let them know that they’re not in this alone and that someone cares enough to want to make their lives just a little easier. And they will appreciate that. You sure would today.

Love,

You from December 15, 2010

Silent Sunday

17 Oct

Skipping the project for one day. Instead I’m giving you this.

My (Other) Best Friend

11 Oct

Most of us have heard that phrase, “I want to marry my best friend.” It’s a popular one because everyone wants to marry someone who they can confide in and have fun with. Someone who knows them inside out.

Well I never wanted to marry my best friend.

The thought of being married to someone who knew me that well kind of freaked me out. What’s to love about being married to someone who knows the ugly truth about all of your bad habits and has watched you cry into your beer (or in my case, anything but beer) about how your co-workers are all snobs or how you feel fat. Someone who has watched you devour half a chocolate cake in one sitting. Somehow, that kind of kills the some of the mystery of romance to me.

So I swore up and down that I would never marry my best friend, and I didn’t. I married Johnny. We’d been friends before we started dating, but I definitely wouldn’t have called him my best friend. I wouldn’t fart in front of the guy, for pete’s sake, and that’s a huge indicator of friendship right there. If you’re still shy about bodily functions, you aren’t best friends!

We were married in January of 2004 and by December of 2006 had three children. That’s when we started to realize that everything had changed. Our relationships with our friends were different. They were mostly single and childless and we were drifting farther and farther apart from them. We didn’t get out much, so making new friends was hard. We were forced to cling to each other in order to maintain some sanity. Besides, the children outnumbered us now. We couldn’t afford to let them divide and conquer.

October of 2007

Without even realizing it, he’d become my confidante. That one person I could count on to make me laugh. The one I turned to when something was upsetting me. Heck, I even got over the farting issue! (And oh boy so did he.)

That was when I realized that no…I never wanted to marry my best friend – and I didn’t. Instead I married a man who became my best friend, and that made all the difference.

Today’s assignment was to share yet another picture of me with my friend(s) and what better friend to share with you than the one with whom I share my life.

Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends…today I am thankful for my husband – my (other) best friend.