Ryane's New Boyfriend

Meet Chris W. He is Ryane's boyfriend. He is very sweet and very quiet. The giraffe in his hand was a gift from Ryane. He bought her a little plaque. Sweet little gifts, mind you they have only been a couple for 24 hours. Sweet none the less.

Curse you Gluten

At 11:30 last night my darling almost 2 year old starts whimpering in his sleep. I go to his room and console him, he goes back to sleep, thus I go back to bed. Only 5 minutes later he's doing it again. So, go, console, sleep, bed. Only 5 minutes later he's doing it again. So, go, console, sleep, bed, again. Only guess what? 5 minutes later HE'S DOING IT AGAIN. Stupid me thinks he is having a bad dream. It takes about 8 or 9 trips to his bed before the light switch actually goes on. "Hello McFly! This is what we did for months on end before we went gluten free!"

So this trip to his bed, he goes back to my bed with me. Cry, sob, weep then I ask HIM how HE is doing. Haha. First thought "Call Timmie! She can tell me something." Do you know what she told me? Bumpkus! (Sorry Tims) I was wanting her to wave her majic wand and she didn't. Bah!

Next option, wake up Ryane. "Ryane!" "Huh? What? Zzzz." (mind you it's after midnight now) "RYANE!" "What?" "What did Tucker eat today when you two were here?" (like knowing was gonna change anything) "Uh, I don't know. A bite of my oatmeal and some chips" Once again Bah!

So, back to bed we go. Only there was no sleeping. We tossed and turned. Stood up and laid down. Laid off the bed, laid on the bed. Used the pillow as a bed, used the bed as a bed, used mommy as a bed. Cried, dozed (never for more than 2 minutes at a time) cried some more. I saw EVERY possible number on that clock last night. Oh the horror.

What do you do when your poor innocent little baby is writhing in agony and you can do NOTHING and I really mean NOTHING about it? I talked to him, cuddled him, prayed over him, cried over him, rubbed his back, rubbed him tummy. I would have stood on my head if I thought that would do any good. But alas. Nothing worked but time.

Finally at 5 am he dozed off one last time, so did I. Then at 5:09 I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off (which had been going off for 4 minutes by then.) Time to get up it called. Time to take care of the other ailing child. So out of bed I drug myself and took Micah to get tubes put in his ears. And that was all before 6 am.

All I can say is BAH!

Mirror Mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all.

Just want everyone to know that it is official, I am OLD. Ryane had to show me how to edit my pictures on facebook. I sat in this stupid seat for over and hour trying to figure it out and she walked in and laughed at me, clicked one little thing, then called me blonde!!!

All I wanted to do was get a picture rotated. Still can't figure it out to post it here. I swear it's the cd it on. It has to be because the other disk let me do whatever I wanted.

I hate technology!

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

O taste and see that the Lord is good. How He immensly blessed our household this christmas. Thank you Jesus for your blessings and all the people who have in one way or another touched our lives this christmas.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

So each of the kids got a Hershey Kiss candy cane in their stocking. He picked his up and I'm not sure that he ever put it back down. I could have saved a lot of money by just giving him Hershey Kisses. That was definitely his favorite present.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Wait, what? The Hershey kisses are still being eaten.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Ryane's initial response to getting her new phone was to scream and cover her face.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

The thought of running out of Hershey Kisses made him look like this. Note the chocolate around his mouth. He ate nothing but Kisses for about 2 hours.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Gracie with her new guitar. She was extremely disheartened when she picked is up and couldn't just PLAY.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Click on the picture so you can get a close up of what Micah's trucks are hauling around...yep that's right Hershey Kisses. And who is standing there beside him? Waiting? Yep that's right...Tucker.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Micah with his new guns, scary

sight huh? Is this foreshadowing?

He actually just asked for the gunbelt

but it all came in a set.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

No thank you honey, mommy doesn't want anymore Hershey kisses.

Oh Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Ahh, the aftermath. I didn't see my living room for about 12 more hours.

2009 New Beginnings...New Me

Before and After

This now is a time of reflection for me. Losing all of that hair

in my own weird way is losing a lot of baggage from the past

several years of my life. I look forward to what God has in

store for me and my life in 2009.

Worst Conversation I can think of...

The following conversation took place over the phone between a father and mother who are separated. The kids live with mom.

Father: Hey, I was looking at this list of toys you gave me that son would like for christmas.

Mother: Yeah and?

Father: What is a Brobee? I don't have a clue what this is.

Mother: Oh. It's a green guy from the show Yo Gabba Gabba. Son likes it.

Father: Oh well I didn't know. That kind of stuff is never on my tv so I don't know anything about it.

Now, is it just me or shouldn't a good father know what his 2 year old son is watching on tv?

Thank you's

Thank you Jesus:

1. For giving your life for mine.
2. For a wonderful peaceful christmas day.
3. For my children
4. For an ubundant christmas for my children.
5. For your NEVER failing, undying love for me.
6. For the emotional roller coaster I've been on since Christmas day that brings me back to you.
7. For ALWAYS being honest with me no matter how much I don't want to hear it.
8. For REAL friends.
9. For giving me the opportunity to minister to others through my own pain.

Thank you Jesus for being you.

Guess Who's Back???

Praise the Lord and Thank you Jesus!!! I am back online. My computer is home from the computer doctor thanks to a very wonderful friend on mine.

Shout out to Bebas! Time is non existant in our friendship. Been friends for over 10 years now and feels like just yesterday we were working in the worlds worst daycare (haha) planning a trip to Kings Island with our crew, which was much smaller at the time. Can't wait to see you again. Thanks again lady!

Another friend of mine???...much thanks to Jesus for HIS perfect love and care. I am learning through much heart ache and time that Jesus is the only perfect man. Jesus will never cheat, never lie, never hurt. Jesus will always love, always care, always provide. Jesus loves me even though I make mistakes, He is my father. Jesus wraps His arms around me when I am crying, He is my comforter. Jesus is the only man I need. I love you Lord!

Oh and just in case any of you questioned God's mathmatics...it doesn't make any sense to us but it works. He turned $25 into $250 in less than 24 hours. I don't know how He does it, I don't care how He does it. The fact is HE DOES IT, and He does it for me. Thank you Jesus for your amazing blessings that I am experiencing left and right.

I'm not dead!!!

WAAA! I MISS BLOGGING!!! I'm not dead and SHAME on all of you nasty perverts who put porn viruses on the internet to attack peoples computers!!! I and my computer will survive this...I swear to you!!! We will be back...just as soon as we get the money to pay the wonderful man who took the porn virus OFF my computer. Who, by the way, has left a burning question in my mind...doesn't he actually have to SEE all of the porn in order to get it ALL cleared off? Hmmm, just wondering. BUT I WILL BE BACK!!!

Convo of the day...

This convo took place in the living room between Micah and myself. The wind blew and then this convo took place.

Micah (3): Mom! My pee pee is getting big!

Mom: What? Your pee-pee is getting big?

Micah: Yeah! It's getting big! (proceeds to pull down his pants and underwear and
show me his 3 year old hard on) See?

Mom: Oh! It is getting big. Pull up your pants.

Micah: Well, I don't want it to get big.

Mom: Then leave it alone.

Question to ponder...

Why does the poop smell not come off your hands? Seriously. We have all gotten poop on our hands at one point or another. Us mothers have way more of a reason than those of you who aren't but still...why does it not wash off? You can wash with soap and hot water twenty two dozen times and it still doesn't wash off! WHY? (regardless of the answer, I have my own way of getting it off.) But still, WHY? Why does the poop smell not go away? Feel free to give me your medical answer Kelly.