How can I describe the life growing inside of me? Amazing, wonderful, miraculous? All of the above and then so much more. We had our third ultrasound today. He is beautiful. You could see his eyelids, his lips, his fingernails. Oh, I wish I could show everyone what we saw. He was sucking on his hand. He even stuck out his tongue. He is wonderful. He still doesn't have a name yet but that will come with time. I love to feel him move inside of me. You that are mothers know that feeling. It's a feeling like nothing else in this world. NOTHING could ever compare to is. I love my baby so much and he isn't even here yet. I am excitedly anticipating his arrival.
Speaking of his arrival, we still have 10 weeks left and this child already weighs 4 1/2 lbs. Let's think realistically here. In the past month he has put on 2 lbs. We still have 2 1/2 months left. IF he only puts on 2 lbs per month (which is not realistic at all) he will weigh 9 lbs. We all know that babies get good and fat there at the very end. OUCH! What am I gonna do? Drugs are not an option. Blech! Pain! And lots of it.
Marcus and I were having a conversation about carrying someone elses child for them. He didn't understand how I could say that I would. Now mind you I made it perfectly clear that I would only be doing that for my sisters (one of which I know doesn't want anymore kids). So that safely leaves me only possibly doing it for the other. Marcus kept saying how could you give up a baby that you know is yours? But in reality, that baby would not be mine, it would be my sister and her husbands. I would merely be the packaging of the most precious gift anyone could ever give. I honestly could only do it for my sisters. That miraculous feeling that only a mother can feel is too wonderful to just give away a baby.
SOAP BOX TIME...Shame on you women who destroy these wonderful blessings from God!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I AM BACK!!!!!
I am back ladies and gentlemen! We are officially back in the phone game. Yay!!!!! I can blog, and I can email, and I can research, and I can talk! I am so happy. I am a happy happy woman, well, for now anyway. That will change daily until this child is outside of my body! Curse those hormones!
Due March 8,(or Feb. 22 by ultrasound), so that leaves us officially 11 weeks and 2 days. Ugh! I think I can make it though, that is if I don't go crazy first. That or die of heartburn. Has that ever actually happened? Sometimes I think it could.
Well, life is good and I just wanted to blog because I could! Catch ya on the flip side!
Due March 8,(or Feb. 22 by ultrasound), so that leaves us officially 11 weeks and 2 days. Ugh! I think I can make it though, that is if I don't go crazy first. That or die of heartburn. Has that ever actually happened? Sometimes I think it could.
Well, life is good and I just wanted to blog because I could! Catch ya on the flip side!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
STRAIGHT from the Campbellsville Personals...
Yes, we do have a personals section in the newspaper. I didn't know it either until this week. So this is word for word from the personals...
My name is Janie Louise Warren Ritchie, I was born January 20, 1967 Hazard, KY. I have 3 seals on my birth certificate. I have lived in Campbellsville, KY for 6 years. I was first Janie Louise Ritchie Buren. I have been reported dead, carrying diseases and a child molester. Forgive these rumors I am a very good person. 5'2", hazel blue eyes, approximately 110 pounds, auburn hair. I wear a black hat with ribbons.
Now isn't that a "catch"?
My name is Janie Louise Warren Ritchie, I was born January 20, 1967 Hazard, KY. I have 3 seals on my birth certificate. I have lived in Campbellsville, KY for 6 years. I was first Janie Louise Ritchie Buren. I have been reported dead, carrying diseases and a child molester. Forgive these rumors I am a very good person. 5'2", hazel blue eyes, approximately 110 pounds, auburn hair. I wear a black hat with ribbons.
Now isn't that a "catch"?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Wow, has it been that long?
Well, as most of you know, it has been a while since I blogged. That would be fully due to the fact that we are too poor to pay our phone bill. And funny thing, if you don't pay your phone bill, they tend to turn it off. So, until we get our phone turned back on, I wont' be able to blog. I know that you are all so very disapointed. See you on the flip side.
Monday, March 27, 2006
For God...for Jesus...and for Joanne...
Sunday service has come to an end, the invitation has come to an end and Preacher is standing up at the front introducing the people who have come forward. "We have Michael who has come to be baptized and Michelle who has also come to be baptized. We are going to postpone the baptism until tonight because we have other people who are going to be baptized. What? Someone is already back there? Ok, well I guess we will have a baptism. Sing a song brother.", as he waves for daddy to lead the congregation in a song.
From the front you see "Michelle" walk across the front of the church all the way around to the back of the church. She stops at the back door and speaks to Billy, the head usher, and then walks out. I turned to Billy and whisper "Does she need help?" Billy then motions me on to the back and whispers "she went to get her stuff from her truck" So, out I jog, on my tippy toes, in my heels, over the rocks to her truck. Have you got everything? Good, ok, we need to kinda hurry. (Preacher is a stickler about time) Michelle, who is just a little odd anyway, turns to me in her country voice and says "I am so happy" I smile and say "That's nice" Michelle then says "I love Jesus" I smile and nod. Michelle says "I am so excited. I just love Jesus so much. I am doing this for Jesus and for God. I smile politely and say "Yes, that's nice, we need to hurry now" So LaRhonda meets us at the corner and says "Are you getting baptized in what you have on?" Michelle says "No, I have some clothes, if that is ok." Yes, that is ok, we just need to be quick. So she ushers her into the restroom to change.
I step up into the back of the baptismal room and whisper to preacher after he finishes baptizing the second guy that there is one more to be baptized. So we wait about 10 seconds and up the stairs comes Michelle in all her glory. Grinning from ear to ear, wearing her Mickey Mouse flannel boxer shorts and gray mens tank top that comes so low on the sides that you can plainly see she is not wearing a bra. Up the stairs she comes and peeps around the corner and sees the water. "Is that where I need to go?" Yes, down into the water. Again, "Is that where I need to go?" Yes, into the water. Go ahead now. A third time, "Is that where I need to go?" YES! GO INTO THE WATER.
Down she goes into the water. Preacher asks her name and tells the audience "This is Michelle and she has assured me that she is saved and wants to be baptized" She then turns to Preacher and says right into his tie microphone "I have a special request"
Preacher: what it is?
Michelle: I want to do this for God and for Jesus and for Joanne.
Preacher(disturbed): You can't do that. Sit down.
Preacher then begins to talk about baptism and salvation and she is sitting there looking at him nodding her head and saying aloud, "Yes, that's what I want." So preacher begins to dunk her but she is holding onto the side rail, which in turn makes preacher almost fall in on top of her. So he pulls her up. She climbs the stairs and get a towel from LaRhonda and preacher(whose microphone is still on) steps out the side, looks at Michelle and barks: "Lady! How do you expect me to baptize you when you are holding onto the rail?!"
Michelle: I'm sorry. I am. I am sorry.
So off trots preacher in a huff and Michells turns to LaRhonda and says "I wanted him to dunk me three times. Once for God, once for Jesus and once for Joanne!"
Church was over and I have never seen it clear out so fast in my life. Talk about Dinner conversations! Oh to be a fly on the wall of our members yesterday!
From the front you see "Michelle" walk across the front of the church all the way around to the back of the church. She stops at the back door and speaks to Billy, the head usher, and then walks out. I turned to Billy and whisper "Does she need help?" Billy then motions me on to the back and whispers "she went to get her stuff from her truck" So, out I jog, on my tippy toes, in my heels, over the rocks to her truck. Have you got everything? Good, ok, we need to kinda hurry. (Preacher is a stickler about time) Michelle, who is just a little odd anyway, turns to me in her country voice and says "I am so happy" I smile and say "That's nice" Michelle then says "I love Jesus" I smile and nod. Michelle says "I am so excited. I just love Jesus so much. I am doing this for Jesus and for God. I smile politely and say "Yes, that's nice, we need to hurry now" So LaRhonda meets us at the corner and says "Are you getting baptized in what you have on?" Michelle says "No, I have some clothes, if that is ok." Yes, that is ok, we just need to be quick. So she ushers her into the restroom to change.
I step up into the back of the baptismal room and whisper to preacher after he finishes baptizing the second guy that there is one more to be baptized. So we wait about 10 seconds and up the stairs comes Michelle in all her glory. Grinning from ear to ear, wearing her Mickey Mouse flannel boxer shorts and gray mens tank top that comes so low on the sides that you can plainly see she is not wearing a bra. Up the stairs she comes and peeps around the corner and sees the water. "Is that where I need to go?" Yes, down into the water. Again, "Is that where I need to go?" Yes, into the water. Go ahead now. A third time, "Is that where I need to go?" YES! GO INTO THE WATER.
Down she goes into the water. Preacher asks her name and tells the audience "This is Michelle and she has assured me that she is saved and wants to be baptized" She then turns to Preacher and says right into his tie microphone "I have a special request"
Preacher: what it is?
Michelle: I want to do this for God and for Jesus and for Joanne.
Preacher(disturbed): You can't do that. Sit down.
Preacher then begins to talk about baptism and salvation and she is sitting there looking at him nodding her head and saying aloud, "Yes, that's what I want." So preacher begins to dunk her but she is holding onto the side rail, which in turn makes preacher almost fall in on top of her. So he pulls her up. She climbs the stairs and get a towel from LaRhonda and preacher(whose microphone is still on) steps out the side, looks at Michelle and barks: "Lady! How do you expect me to baptize you when you are holding onto the rail?!"
Michelle: I'm sorry. I am. I am sorry.
So off trots preacher in a huff and Michells turns to LaRhonda and says "I wanted him to dunk me three times. Once for God, once for Jesus and once for Joanne!"
Church was over and I have never seen it clear out so fast in my life. Talk about Dinner conversations! Oh to be a fly on the wall of our members yesterday!
The perfection of our Creator
How perfect is our God? It amazes me that time and time again I forget how perfect He is. His love is perfect. His timing is perfect. Everything about him is perfect. Just when I think I can't do it and give up, He steps in and whispers YOU can't do it, but I can. He is such a wonderful and loving God. Patient and Kind. How could we ask for anything more from Him? Thank you Jesus for the MANY wonderful and generous gifts you give each day. Forgive me Jesus for being such a ungreatful human being.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
When did I blink?
Ok, it is official! My baby is no longer and infant and is QUICKLY, oh so quickly, heading for toddlerhood. When did this happen? I just gave birth yesterday! I blinked and here we are. My baby is walking, chattering, and has decided that he no longer wants to nurse. I am happy and sad at the same time. What a bittersweet feeling I have. I FINALLY have my body back for myself! But that means my baby isn't a baby anymore! He is exploring and discovering quicker than I can handle. He knows what the nose is! If you say nose, he will touch either your nose or his! I love watching him grow and explore and discover, but at the same time I want to cry. He is just a baby! I am not ready for this! Why does it seem like the girls didn't grow this fast? Is it different because he is a boy? Is it different because I am not alone with him? What has made this dramatic difference? Or am I just making it all up in my head? Someone please console me!
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Who knew I married a poet?
My Heart Calls
With all the world to think about,
This thing is strange but TRUE (no lie)...
My thoughts with odd persistency
Turn time and time to you!
With all the beauty in the world,
Rose pedals touched with dew,
Golden sunsets and green shining hills,
I somehow just see you!
With all the people in the world,
Some lovely people, too...
Why, oh why is it that the heart of me
Calls always just for you!
-Marcus Joe Richardson
With all the world to think about,
This thing is strange but TRUE (no lie)...
My thoughts with odd persistency
Turn time and time to you!
With all the beauty in the world,
Rose pedals touched with dew,
Golden sunsets and green shining hills,
I somehow just see you!
With all the people in the world,
Some lovely people, too...
Why, oh why is it that the heart of me
Calls always just for you!
-Marcus Joe Richardson
Monday, March 13, 2006
It ain't just a river in Egypt...
DENIAL!!! That's what I like to live in! Last friday night there was a knock at the door. Marcus answered and there was a young black guy standing there asking if he could clean our carpet. Well, of course if it's free!
He was a KIRBY salesman. Yes, I let this man into my house full well knowing that I was not, I repeat not (and didn't) buying a vacuum cleaner. He proceeded to set up his vacuum while I got out our lovely Rainbow vacuum. Ma'am would you please vacuum your carpet so I can get started? Sure. Said with gritted teeth because I despise the Rainbow and all of the hassle that it represents to me. So, I vacuum with my Rainbow and sit back to watch someone else clean my carpet. So he does and he proceeds to show me his work on his little round filter paper. Oh yes! He liked very much to see my disgust at the dirt that was coming out of my freshly vacuumed carpet.
Mr. salesman turns to me and says "what it the most used piece of furniture that gets cleaned the least?" I say the couch of course. He says no, your bed. Follow me please, I would like to show you how dirty your mattress is. SO HE DOES. Ick! is all I have to say. I am sleeping on that?
Then he finishes his 1 1/2 demonstration in the hopes that my wonderful husband and I are going to purchase a $1,789.00 vacuum. I DON'T THINK SO! Hey, the kid still got paid for the job. He even called his "manager" in to see if he could sweeten the deal. NO GO! I am not paying that much money for a vacuum. So the manager says "How about $1,272.00. That is the manager special. Only the manager can offer that" Ha Ha! Still no!
So, Kirby boy got to leave with his Kirby, I got to have a rough riding head pounding eyeball popping headache for the rest of the night (because he stirred up so much dirt!) and Micah got to wake up with a snotty runny nose and a cough.
Thanks mr. Kirby guy, I would rather live in DENIAL!
He was a KIRBY salesman. Yes, I let this man into my house full well knowing that I was not, I repeat not (and didn't) buying a vacuum cleaner. He proceeded to set up his vacuum while I got out our lovely Rainbow vacuum. Ma'am would you please vacuum your carpet so I can get started? Sure. Said with gritted teeth because I despise the Rainbow and all of the hassle that it represents to me. So, I vacuum with my Rainbow and sit back to watch someone else clean my carpet. So he does and he proceeds to show me his work on his little round filter paper. Oh yes! He liked very much to see my disgust at the dirt that was coming out of my freshly vacuumed carpet.
Mr. salesman turns to me and says "what it the most used piece of furniture that gets cleaned the least?" I say the couch of course. He says no, your bed. Follow me please, I would like to show you how dirty your mattress is. SO HE DOES. Ick! is all I have to say. I am sleeping on that?
Then he finishes his 1 1/2 demonstration in the hopes that my wonderful husband and I are going to purchase a $1,789.00 vacuum. I DON'T THINK SO! Hey, the kid still got paid for the job. He even called his "manager" in to see if he could sweeten the deal. NO GO! I am not paying that much money for a vacuum. So the manager says "How about $1,272.00. That is the manager special. Only the manager can offer that" Ha Ha! Still no!
So, Kirby boy got to leave with his Kirby, I got to have a rough riding head pounding eyeball popping headache for the rest of the night (because he stirred up so much dirt!) and Micah got to wake up with a snotty runny nose and a cough.
Thanks mr. Kirby guy, I would rather live in DENIAL!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
70 Degrees and Sunny
How much more can you ask for? The weather was beautiful today! We were able to go to the park for a little while. Spring is my favorite time of year! The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, kids are playing. How wonderful is spring!!!!! God really knew what he was doing when he created Spring. I think he made it just because he knew how much I would love it! Because I am just that special!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
You know you are a mother ....
...when half way through the day you realize that you put your panties on inside out...
...then didn't bother to fix them...
...then when you do change...
...you put the new ones on backwards...
...then didn't bother to fix them...
...then when you do change...
...you put the new ones on backwards...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Comment of the day
This was a comment made by Gracie after her haircut...
You know what I am thinking? If you get your neck cold, really really cold on both sides, that you can hardly breathe? That is what I am thinking!
You know what I am thinking? If you get your neck cold, really really cold on both sides, that you can hardly breathe? That is what I am thinking!
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Miriam and Baby Moses
Ok, so last Saturday night, we had a costume party at church. It was for the Family Life Class and the Teenager class. You had to come dressed as a Biblical Figure or Historical Figure.
Girls, I already know what you are thinking...TIME WARP! Aargh! Well, I was thinking the same thing.
The kids were very excited about it. So, it was of course a crazy week, and Saturday comes and I don't have a costume. Marcus was a Basketball player, imagine that. Ryane (and her friend Chelsea were ballerinas. Gracie was an Indian Girl. and Devin was a Pirate. I, again, was nothing. So I spent all of Saturday baking for the party and running all over town trying to find a costume. TO NO AVAIL! At the last minute, I went to Walmart and bought a couple yards of $1.00 fabric, wrapped it around my body and my head. Wrapped some around Micah, threw him in his wooden clothes basket and Voila! Miriam and Baby Moses.
The funny thing is, we won 1st place in the costume contest. Ok, technically without Micah, we wouldn't have won. But we won none the less. Woo-hoo! We had fun.
Ryane later told me that she voted for herself to win! Isn't that funny. She REALLY wanted to win.
Girls, I already know what you are thinking...TIME WARP! Aargh! Well, I was thinking the same thing.
The kids were very excited about it. So, it was of course a crazy week, and Saturday comes and I don't have a costume. Marcus was a Basketball player, imagine that. Ryane (and her friend Chelsea were ballerinas. Gracie was an Indian Girl. and Devin was a Pirate. I, again, was nothing. So I spent all of Saturday baking for the party and running all over town trying to find a costume. TO NO AVAIL! At the last minute, I went to Walmart and bought a couple yards of $1.00 fabric, wrapped it around my body and my head. Wrapped some around Micah, threw him in his wooden clothes basket and Voila! Miriam and Baby Moses.
The funny thing is, we won 1st place in the costume contest. Ok, technically without Micah, we wouldn't have won. But we won none the less. Woo-hoo! We had fun.
Ryane later told me that she voted for herself to win! Isn't that funny. She REALLY wanted to win.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
What does it take for you to realize what is going on in your head? For me it took one phrase from Brett. "These are good tears." I have been so extremely emotional lately and I just couldn't place my finger on why. Well, I finally got it. It's Kelly's situation. I know it sounds silly but I mourn for her. I feel her loss. I feel her pain. I want to hug her and tell her that it was just a dream. But I can't. Because it is real. All too real. Amazingly real.
The hurt, the pain, the loss, the emotional roller coaster, the unsurity, the fear, the unknown, the uncontrolable, the inconsolable. I know all of this!
It's not that I have any feelings for Rick. I haven't for a long time. But it just dredges up such ugly memories for me. And I am just SO unbelievably sad for Kelly that she has to go through this. I love her so much and I would take all of the pain over again if I could take it from her.
Even more so, I feel for those kids. No, those babies. See, in my eyes, Savannah is still a little girl. She is not getting ready to turn 12. Absolutely not! All of her kids are little babies. So, all of those little babies have to go through this too. I wish to the high heavens that they were still little babies. I know it would be much easier if they were. It is so easy to tell a baby or toddler "because". You can't tell a 12 year old and a 7 year old "because". They have to hear the truth. Or at least a portion of it. I hate that. A hate that comes from deep within.
So, now I know where all of this emotion is coming from. Now I just have to figure out how to deal with all of this within myself. I too, have been going to that house for YEARS. I don't know how to feel. I am not sure how to deal. All I know is that MY GOD IS BIGGER THAN THIS!
MY GOD CAN HANDLE THIS. my God can handle this. my God can handle this. my God can handle this.
The hurt, the pain, the loss, the emotional roller coaster, the unsurity, the fear, the unknown, the uncontrolable, the inconsolable. I know all of this!
It's not that I have any feelings for Rick. I haven't for a long time. But it just dredges up such ugly memories for me. And I am just SO unbelievably sad for Kelly that she has to go through this. I love her so much and I would take all of the pain over again if I could take it from her.
Even more so, I feel for those kids. No, those babies. See, in my eyes, Savannah is still a little girl. She is not getting ready to turn 12. Absolutely not! All of her kids are little babies. So, all of those little babies have to go through this too. I wish to the high heavens that they were still little babies. I know it would be much easier if they were. It is so easy to tell a baby or toddler "because". You can't tell a 12 year old and a 7 year old "because". They have to hear the truth. Or at least a portion of it. I hate that. A hate that comes from deep within.
So, now I know where all of this emotion is coming from. Now I just have to figure out how to deal with all of this within myself. I too, have been going to that house for YEARS. I don't know how to feel. I am not sure how to deal. All I know is that MY GOD IS BIGGER THAN THIS!
MY GOD CAN HANDLE THIS. my God can handle this. my God can handle this. my God can handle this.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Proverbs 31:10-31 A virtuous woman
Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies.
Got me to thinking...what is my price? Am I far above rubies? I would like to be. I know that I don't always do what I should, but how far off am I? I was reading my Bible this morning while Micah slept, and that is the passage that I read. Proverbs 31:10-31. I really like that passage.
There are many times when I want to grumble and groan for all of the things that I have to do. I never have any time to myself, I am always doing for other people. Even during the night (thanks Micah) I have really let my "position" slip since Micah was born. I have really been wanting to get back on track for a little while now, but Satan has been two steps ahead of me blocking my path. Well, I decided that it is time to plow him down and just get my poop in a group. It is time for things to change in my household, but FIRST they have to change in me.
My attitude stinks sometimes, ok a lot of times but none the less, it stinks. I realized that all of the things that I want to change in the house have to start in me. I am the one who runs the house on a daily basis, so if I don't change, they won't change. Reading my bible is the first step. I enjoy reading and learning so I don't know why it has to be such a struggle for me to sit down and read. Pray for me there.
vs.26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Wow, did that one ever hit home. My tongue is not full of kindness like it should be. Pray for me there. I really want to strive to be a virtuous woman. You may laugh and think that it sounds silly but it is something that I really want and need to be. So I just ask you to pray for me.
Lord help me to be a virtuous woman.
Got me to thinking...what is my price? Am I far above rubies? I would like to be. I know that I don't always do what I should, but how far off am I? I was reading my Bible this morning while Micah slept, and that is the passage that I read. Proverbs 31:10-31. I really like that passage.
There are many times when I want to grumble and groan for all of the things that I have to do. I never have any time to myself, I am always doing for other people. Even during the night (thanks Micah) I have really let my "position" slip since Micah was born. I have really been wanting to get back on track for a little while now, but Satan has been two steps ahead of me blocking my path. Well, I decided that it is time to plow him down and just get my poop in a group. It is time for things to change in my household, but FIRST they have to change in me.
My attitude stinks sometimes, ok a lot of times but none the less, it stinks. I realized that all of the things that I want to change in the house have to start in me. I am the one who runs the house on a daily basis, so if I don't change, they won't change. Reading my bible is the first step. I enjoy reading and learning so I don't know why it has to be such a struggle for me to sit down and read. Pray for me there.
vs.26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Wow, did that one ever hit home. My tongue is not full of kindness like it should be. Pray for me there. I really want to strive to be a virtuous woman. You may laugh and think that it sounds silly but it is something that I really want and need to be. So I just ask you to pray for me.
Lord help me to be a virtuous woman.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Ryane's Great Gift
The following are pictures that Ryane took on christmas eve and on their recent snowday with her new camera. Is this my photographer in the making???
I am not sure what happened to this picture but this is one that Ryane took of herself on Christmas day.
Here is Gracie with the snowman they made the other day. She had a great time running around in the yard and throwing snowballs at her daddy.
Here is the snowman that Marcus and the kids made the other day. By the time they got all finished with it, all the snow had melted.
I was so very sick this Christmas, as most of you know who read my blog. This is me, on Christmas Eve when we opened our gifts. Here, on the couch, I stayed the whole day. Poor me.
I am not sure what happened to this picture but this is one that Ryane took of herself on Christmas day.
Here is Gracie with the snowman they made the other day. She had a great time running around in the yard and throwing snowballs at her daddy.
Here is the snowman that Marcus and the kids made the other day. By the time they got all finished with it, all the snow had melted.
I was so very sick this Christmas, as most of you know who read my blog. This is me, on Christmas Eve when we opened our gifts. Here, on the couch, I stayed the whole day. Poor me.
Here is our Micah, who is now crawling all over the house and getting into absolutely everything that he possibly can find.
Here is Devin onChristmas Eve. He had more fun just opening gifts than finding out what they were.
Here is Marcus and Micah on Christmas Day. Micah loves his daddy very very much.
Who would have thunk it?????
Guess what? I have lost a few pounds! Yeah! Just a few, but a few none the less. You know how your mom is required to say nice things? Well, my mom has always been great about it, so when she says "you look like you are slimming down.", I just assume that it is one of those nice things. But when a person who you don't see very often says "Wow! How much weight have you lost?", it makes you feel a little better. Good enough to go stand on a scale. Yeah! I have lost a few pounds.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Where do I start???????
Oh wow! What a day it has been! I have been very very sick the past few days (as has Micah) so my day started off with a bang! A banging headache that is. After choppy sleep for 3 or 4 nights, a headache is all I wanted. Marcus had to work today so I thought I would have to fight with the kids all day alone because it was cold out yesterday so no one played outside. BUT...at 4 am while I was tending to a sleep deprived Micah, I looked out and saw it...SNOW. I knew the kids would be thrilled! Which meant I was thrilled because they would play outside (I know it sounds bad, but come on, I'm sick) So...at 9am Marcus called and said "don't let the kids outside until I come home" Darn. Day shot...so I thought. I laid in bed until Micah woke up at 9:30. I rolled over to see his big brown eyes gazing into mine. Let me stray from the present conversation for a moment...
I NEVER knew how much I could love a baby boy! I knew I would love him, don't get me wrong. I just never had a clue as to how much. In all honesty, I had my doubts that I could love him as much as I loved the girls. How dumb was I? He holds my heart in his little mulatto hands. I hated the fact the Ryan (brother) could get out of any trouble with momma by making her smile or laugh (girls, you know what I am talking about). Oh! it drove me absolutely nuts. I forsee this problem in my future. Anyway, I love him so very much. I cherish every gleam I see in his eyes. I understand the baby's breath ma!
Ok, back to the conversation. We, Micah and I, laid in bed for a few minutes then I nursed him and we moved from the bed to the couch. That is pretty much where I stayed until Marcus came home at one. Well, while I was laying on the couch, Micah was sitting on the floor beside me chewing on a rubber ring he has. I looked down and there was blood all over his hands and mouth. Oh crap! So I get to looking in his mouth, and he has been cutting his two front teeth for several days now. Well, yesterday I checked them and he had a little blister pocket on one, today after the blood, the blister pocket was gone and there sat his little white tooth, staring at me.
So, Marcus called close to one and said "tell the kids to get their hat and gloves on" So, within 10 minutes, the kids are dressing for snow and Marcus is walking in the door. He gets them all bundled up and they head out the front door. Within seconds, I hear screams of laughter eminating from the front yard. Curiousity got to me so I went to the love seat and opened the blinds to see what was the cause of this riot outside. Micah went with me of course. We sat down and peeked outside only to see a daddy and 3 kids outside rolling snowballs and throwing them at each other. They laughed and played like I haven't heard in such a long time. I sat there with Micah watching my family enjoy each other! How great is that. Of course they came to the window and playing with Micah, throwing snow at the window. He just smiled, it was so cute. This snow play goes on for a while and then they set to work! They were building a snowman! Marcus did most of the work, mind you, but they all had a role in it. After a while I got word the hot chocolate was needed. I fixed it, they drank it. After a temporary break, the work crew headed back out the door, to finish that snowman. After more laughing, screaming, snowball throwing and freezing, a snowman was born.
There he sits in our front yard...a bowling snowman...complete with hat, coat, gloves, shoes, and of course a snow bowling ball.
Now, as I type this, the rest of the snow has melted from out yard, but not the bowling snowman! He has attracted rubber neckers and walkers alike. Ryane took pictures with the camera that she got for Christmas! After all that hard work, everyone was freezing. They all slowly dredged in the front door, leaving a pile of wet stuff. It was worth it though to see them play. I like that kind of laundry. Everyone settles down and dries off, and sits down to another cup of hot chocolate. After drinking his cup, Marcus decided he wanted to go bowl for an hour. I didn't complain, even though the devil was on my shoulder pushing me to.
So, off Marcus goes to bowl. After about 15 minutes, I had Micah in the middle of the floor with his toys and I was sitting on the couch talking to the girls, when I look up and Micah is on his hands and feet with his butt up in the air, Gracie laughed and said "that's how he was the other day" I sat watching him for just another moment and he put one knee down, and pushed forward. Then again, and again until he had crawled his way over to the tv stand. Right there with me watching. Micah crawled! Of course his daddy was the first one I called, then his grandma, then his grandmama, then his papaw. It wasn't too long and Marcus came home and he crawled over to him too. Yeah, my baby is crawling. What a milestone! I am so happy that I was here to see it happen.
After a little play time, everyone got baths and we sat down to play bingo, I won of course. Then we ate dinner (a hodge podge of food, if you will...I am still sick, don't feel like cooking) So, here I am at 8:45 pm blogging, looking over my shoulder at the dishes that I know I am not going to do tonight, and I actually can taste a little bit more tonight.
Even sick, this has been such a wonderfully terrific day! Thank you God for this day! Thank you God for this family!
I NEVER knew how much I could love a baby boy! I knew I would love him, don't get me wrong. I just never had a clue as to how much. In all honesty, I had my doubts that I could love him as much as I loved the girls. How dumb was I? He holds my heart in his little mulatto hands. I hated the fact the Ryan (brother) could get out of any trouble with momma by making her smile or laugh (girls, you know what I am talking about). Oh! it drove me absolutely nuts. I forsee this problem in my future. Anyway, I love him so very much. I cherish every gleam I see in his eyes. I understand the baby's breath ma!
Ok, back to the conversation. We, Micah and I, laid in bed for a few minutes then I nursed him and we moved from the bed to the couch. That is pretty much where I stayed until Marcus came home at one. Well, while I was laying on the couch, Micah was sitting on the floor beside me chewing on a rubber ring he has. I looked down and there was blood all over his hands and mouth. Oh crap! So I get to looking in his mouth, and he has been cutting his two front teeth for several days now. Well, yesterday I checked them and he had a little blister pocket on one, today after the blood, the blister pocket was gone and there sat his little white tooth, staring at me.
So, Marcus called close to one and said "tell the kids to get their hat and gloves on" So, within 10 minutes, the kids are dressing for snow and Marcus is walking in the door. He gets them all bundled up and they head out the front door. Within seconds, I hear screams of laughter eminating from the front yard. Curiousity got to me so I went to the love seat and opened the blinds to see what was the cause of this riot outside. Micah went with me of course. We sat down and peeked outside only to see a daddy and 3 kids outside rolling snowballs and throwing them at each other. They laughed and played like I haven't heard in such a long time. I sat there with Micah watching my family enjoy each other! How great is that. Of course they came to the window and playing with Micah, throwing snow at the window. He just smiled, it was so cute. This snow play goes on for a while and then they set to work! They were building a snowman! Marcus did most of the work, mind you, but they all had a role in it. After a while I got word the hot chocolate was needed. I fixed it, they drank it. After a temporary break, the work crew headed back out the door, to finish that snowman. After more laughing, screaming, snowball throwing and freezing, a snowman was born.
There he sits in our front yard...a bowling snowman...complete with hat, coat, gloves, shoes, and of course a snow bowling ball.
Now, as I type this, the rest of the snow has melted from out yard, but not the bowling snowman! He has attracted rubber neckers and walkers alike. Ryane took pictures with the camera that she got for Christmas! After all that hard work, everyone was freezing. They all slowly dredged in the front door, leaving a pile of wet stuff. It was worth it though to see them play. I like that kind of laundry. Everyone settles down and dries off, and sits down to another cup of hot chocolate. After drinking his cup, Marcus decided he wanted to go bowl for an hour. I didn't complain, even though the devil was on my shoulder pushing me to.
So, off Marcus goes to bowl. After about 15 minutes, I had Micah in the middle of the floor with his toys and I was sitting on the couch talking to the girls, when I look up and Micah is on his hands and feet with his butt up in the air, Gracie laughed and said "that's how he was the other day" I sat watching him for just another moment and he put one knee down, and pushed forward. Then again, and again until he had crawled his way over to the tv stand. Right there with me watching. Micah crawled! Of course his daddy was the first one I called, then his grandma, then his grandmama, then his papaw. It wasn't too long and Marcus came home and he crawled over to him too. Yeah, my baby is crawling. What a milestone! I am so happy that I was here to see it happen.
After a little play time, everyone got baths and we sat down to play bingo, I won of course. Then we ate dinner (a hodge podge of food, if you will...I am still sick, don't feel like cooking) So, here I am at 8:45 pm blogging, looking over my shoulder at the dishes that I know I am not going to do tonight, and I actually can taste a little bit more tonight.
Even sick, this has been such a wonderfully terrific day! Thank you God for this day! Thank you God for this family!
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