This past weekend Seth fell down pretty hard.
"Where does it hurt?"
"On my butt. Mommy, will you kiss it?"

Scardey Cat

Hello. I'm scared of the dark. Nice to meet you.

Ok, so I have a different name, but I still am scared. I don't really know why, but sometimes I just get really paranoid and can't sleep. I start imagining things and then more things and then plan in my head what I would do in situations and how I would react so that I will know what to do when it really happens. Thump, thump thump.......uh oh.....is that someone walking in my living room? No....it's the dryer silly goose. I've done it since I was 4.....7.......11.......ok, I guess I've always been like this. It comes and goes in seasons, but my plans change each time. Tonight I would hide behind the door and wait till the intruder steps into the doorway and then with ninja-like speed I would slam the door in his face and then follow with a kick to knock out any weapons from his hands and then I would knock him unconscious with my baseball bat and duct-tape his hands and feet until the police arrive.
Perhaps it is the Mommy in me that makes me scared for my babies and feeling the need to protect them on the nights that Dave has to work. Or perhaps it is just that....the absense of my big husband at night that I've grown so accustomed and safe feeling next to, but when you're sitting alone in your living room and the kids are sleeping and all of a sudden the motion light outside comes on.....it sure gets my imagination going. And next thing I know I'm laying in bed with the telephone in my hand, a baseball bat next to the bed and me staring at the ceiling listening to the little noises and wishing I hadn't watched that PETA documentary because those disgusting images don't ever leave your brain and I really don't want them there anymore. Maybe I need to become a vegetarian. Maybe I should just write a blog about it.

Ahhh, Back to Work

Well, I realize I haven't posted much this weekend. Grandad drove down on Friday to visit and between 2 small boys, cleaning, cooking, and visiting I haven't had much time to sit and write. But, with Dave going back to work tonight, and the evening to myself tonight, I will update you of our Thankgiving weekend, and hopefully if I can find that USB cable (which has gone missing since we "cleaned" ((i.e. shoved our stuff into drawers)) ) then I will also show you some awesome pictures of my awesome children.

Turkey Day

Thanksgiving was a very quiet day. Dave worked all night so he came home and slept till 930pm. I took the kids to Walmart because we needed formula and milk, and I figured it would be very quiet. It was actually much busier than expected. I also picked up one of the Walmart pizzas and we ate that for lunch and dinner. I caught bits of the Macy's parade and the one in Chicago too, but the kids won out watching SuperWhy and Mickey Mouse Christmas. John got ahold of the phone, pushed the talk button and left it under the couch for the entire afternoon, so if anyone tried to call to wish us a Happy Thankgiving and got a busy signal......sorry.

Weekend

Aaaaah. another nice and relaxing weekend at home. I had nothing planned, so it was nice to just relax, get some housework done.....no stress just get things done when I feel like it. Yesterday we went to Target to get Seth some new pants and a few other things. Then we stopped and got some sandwiches and took them to the park. It was a beautiful day, so we spent quite a while there. I got some crochet done while the boys napped and then later we went outside and played with the neighbors kids. Miss Sherry took Seth to the park with Gabriel for a while till it got dark. Then got a video rental and watched Mickey Mouse Once Upon a Christmas while eating some pizza (and crocheting). Sunday was a nice relaxing day too, aside from an irritating trip to Walmart.....did you know that you can't buy anything but food and clothing between 12pm and 130pm on Sundays in South Carolina? Rediculous! I tried to buy a ball of yarn and they wouldn't sell it to me! Arrgh! Anyhow, at least I got to turn left on Milledge Rd off Walton Way. It's one of those No Left Turn except on Sunday's turns. I felt very excited and satisfied knowing that I finally got to turn left on that street. It's much shorter to get home that way.
Anyhow, I did buy food at Walmart....lots of it. All the fixings for Thanksgiving dinner. This year it's just going to be the 4 of us, but I still want to make a nice dinner. I'll have lots of leftovers, but then I won't have to cook for the rest of the week! Yay and Yum!

Is it Fall finally?

Yesterday was the first day this year that I actually felt like we had a bit of Fall. The leaves here in GA have finally changed color, and despite the fact that two days ago we had a high of 80*, the evenings are very cool and the smell of Fall is in the air. There's just something about a little boy in footy jammies that makes life so cuddly and cozy and fall-like that it just makes you warm inside.

Kerrie Found Him Again

My friend Kerrie found Dave at -1.21 too. If you look behind the woman on the right....you can see him standing right behind her. A nice closer picture of his face too! Good Catch Kerrie! Woo Hoo!

Did you find him?

Dave is at the end of the video. Scroll to -0.24 as the picture scans out on the crowd Dave is standing on the upper right. Until Dave moved to West Virginia when he was about 16, he was a blonde. He was also very tall and skinny.
AND for those of you who know what he looks like....Dave's Grandad is also in the video. Scroll to -2.36. Grandad is wearing a white short sleeved shirt and is dancing with a shorter woman. He kinda appears from behind another couple dancing. During this time, Dave was up in the balcony. You can see people in the balcony dancing during the video, but you can't really tell who was there.

American Music - Violent Femmes

Dave was 13 when he was in this video. Can you spot him??

Is there anything better?

So, you know those people who don't wash their hair everyday? Well, in most cases, it works for them. It keeps their hair really shiney and healthy and a lot less damaged because the natural oils in their hair don't get washed away every day right? Well, this morning (and since it's the weekend) I decided to not wash my hair. (yes I know you are very intrigued as this is an extremely exciting blog). My hair has not been looking all that great particularly because of the post-baby shedding. So I thought I'd give it a shot. Well, it's a good thing I had no plans this weekend, and that I could just throw a hat on to go to the grocery store because I looked quite slimey and despite that I washed my skin this morning I felt like I hadn't bathed in forever. I was itchy, and felt gross. And I don't know how you people do it. So as soon as I put the kids to bed I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my scalp like 3 times in hot hot water to get rid of the slime. Ahhhh, I felt so goooooood after that. I felt SO good in fact, that it inspired me to feel even cleaner. So I changed my sheets, and put on clean-out-of-the-dryer jammies, and I threw out my toothbrush and opened a new one. Then I put on chapstick, and lotion, and deoderant, and then I relaxed in bed. And now I feel so clean and comfy that I feel like there's nothing better and that I had to just write one last blog today to tell you how great I feel. Sweet dreams.

The End

Guess What I Got Today!?!?

A NAP!!!!

(insert angelic ahhh)

traditions and memories

When I was a kid, Mom used to make us pancakes in the shape of our initials. Luckily, both my boys have short names, so this morning I decided to make special pancakes for my family too. Seth ate up his name, John ate a J, and Dave got heart-shaped pancakes. I hope that this tradition (of sorts) becomes a fond memory for my kids as it did for me.

The last few weeks or so, my family and I have been talking a lot about traditions. Particularly with the impending holidays coming up, and the pressure and stress that comes along with them. My sister and I both agree, that when we think back in our lives about

Christmas and the memories we have of it

we think of the traditions we kept. Like each Christmas morning we'd get up and wake everyone else up, then open our stockings. But we weren't allowed to open anything until everyone came downstairs, and it felt like an agony waiting for them to shower and dress and wander downstairs. Then we'd have to eat breakfast (a formal sit-down breakfast) and wash the dishes before we opened anything under the tree.

Every Christmas morning for breakfast it was a tradition to eat venison mouthfuls, and scrambled eggs, and sweet bread that cousin JoAnn used to bring. We'd also all go for rides in the car and look at the lights on the houses, and the day after Christmas we'd go to the movies. These are the traditions of my family growing up, and the memories I had.

I dont remember anything about what awesome presents I got, or how big they were, or how many there were. So, in a time where Dave and I are scrambling to make our money stretch and stressing about having to buy presents for everyone, I think we'd all agree that perhaps it's time to create our traditions and make them our own. So that even if we can only afford to send out pictures this year, instead of presents, and even if Seth only gets a few presents, I hope that someday he won't care cause all he'll remember is how much fun he had.

Recap

I haven't blogged much this past week. We've been super busy, and Dave's had the weekend and Monday and Tuesday off from work, which means more competition for computer time. Here's a recap of the past week.

Thursday afternoon I found out I was getting promoted at work. Yay! So long call center! I'm now in major accounts and extremely happy about it.

Saturday we had a lazy morning and then I took the kids to play with Miss Amie and family. Saturday evening we made a very exciting Walmart trip and then came home and watched Jungle Book.

Sunday was Church, and then dinner with newly pregnant friends Faith and Jason. I took a stab at my own recipe of Lasagne, and it was pretty good!

Monday it was back to school and work. First day in the new position, and I feel kinda lost, but confident I'll learn quickly.

Tuesday Dave took the car in to get some new spark plugs (ahhhh spark plugs) and then found himself a new pair of glasses. His old ones had electric tape on them. About a half hour after I got to work John's daycare calls because he has a fever and needs to go home. After seeing the doctor we found out he has strep. Poor baby. Then a few hours after taking a fever reducer, his temp went up to 105.7! So...last night we ended up in the ER.

Today John's fever is managable, but he isn't eating much and the antibiotics aren't sitting well with him. Seth had his well-baby (er, well-big-boy) check-up this morning that he went to with Daddy.

Sad news.

It is with heavy hearts that Dave and I are sad to report the recent and sudden shriveling death of our son Seth after he ate his vegetables.