Fun With Noodles

You have to know me to understand my phobia. I have a phobia of getting dirt and such on my hands and I have a general phobia of messes. So serving spaghetti with sauce to my kids was always a no no. However, Sevi has taught me to let loose.

Tonight we had spaghetti.



Sadly, Julia is just like me. I passed my phobias off to her. Her noodles did not have any sauce on them. I obviously did not pass on my Italian Genes to her. LOL



Sevi on the other hand is teaching me to make messes. To have fun and enjoy life now. Worry about the clean up later. She likes sauce on hers. She also shared my artichoke with me. Or I should say, she shared HER artichoke with ME. LOL

~ Sept. 11th, 2001 ~

I will never forget that day. I will never forget all the people who died that day. They will forever be in my thoughts.

What were you doing on 9/11?

I was getting ready to go to school (I was going to college). I was on my computer talking to my GF in Israel. She was from NY. When I told her about the first plane, we thought it was a fluke. When I told her about the second plane, she was quickly on the phone trying to reach her parents in NY.

On my way to school, the news announced the plane that crashed at the Pentagon. Steve (who was my live in boyfriend at the time) was on a plane at that exact moment. He traveled a lot. By now I was at school and I knew when he was suppose to have land, so I called his cell. No answer. I left a crying message about planes crashing. My teachers knew he was on a plane and said I could leave my cell phone on. 2 hours later he called me asking me what the heck was going on. I was crying so hard because I was so happy to hear his voice, he couldn't understand a word I was saying. I then heard over his cell phone, the pilot coming on and explaining what happened. Apparently he was in the air when everything happened. The pilots came on the intercom and said due to a National Crisis, they were instructed to turn around and head back to DFW Airport. Once they landed, they were allowed to use their phones, but the passengers still did not know what was going on. That is when he called me and I heard the pilot start to explain. They made them sit for 2 hours out on the tarmac while they searched the plane and checked all the passengers to make sure there were no terrorists aboard. DFW is one of the largest airports in the US, so it was thought that it might be a target.

I was never so happier to see him when we both finally made it home. He proposed two months later. LOL He swears it had nothing to do with 9/11, but I do know it made his decision easier.

My floor is crunchy.

Eliska Counce of McKinney: Mommy Guilt

If your floor is crunchy and you yell sometimes - you're not alone

02:45 PM CDT on Sunday, September 2, 2007

Pssst. I'm going to share my secret with you. A secret of dark shame.

The floor of my home is crunchy.

As a mother of three children ages 4, 2 and 3 months, I assure you: my floor is actually crunchy. Five years ago, had you suggested to me I would be shuffling through Cheerios and Goldfish and peeling my elbows off the grape-jelly and apple-juice epoxy on my dining room table, I would have scoffed. I was a much better mother, as they say, before I had children.

It's the secret that dare not say its name: Mommy Guilt. As a licensed professional counselor specializing in wives and mommies, I've heard hundreds of women confess this to me, eyes cast to the floor: I'm a terrible mother, and it's so easy for everyone else.

These women are working both in and out of the home, but we all share the same terrifying feeling that we will be found out. We yell! We (gasp!) microwave bottles! We feed our children Cocoa Puffs, and they've refused to eat a vegetable since we spooned them into them at age six months! We've used a combination of a towel, duct tape and a maxipad swaddled on our toddler because we forgot to buy diapers! The horror! The horror!

I'm here to tell you: I'm not alone, and neither are you. The mother you see every morning at school drop-off whose children are in matching, crisply ironed Ralph Lauren shirts, the mother who is in heels and makeup at 6:30 a.m., the mother who somehow shows up to every freakin' PTA meeting with a smile on her face and a homemade brownie platter in her hand – all these women share the Dark Secret.
We're wearing maternity underwear, and our youngest is 6.

All kidding aside, it has been amazing to hear my clients struggling with depression and despair over the gap between what they think other mothers pull off effortlessly and what happens in their own homes.

If she didn't have money to buy athletic supplies for her son, said one client through her tears, she would be depriving her child of enrichment, exercise and all the opportunities she thinks every other child has. Another is convinced she is the only mother who raises her voice to her children.

Yet another is certain she's a horrible parent because she dreads dealing with her mercurial toddler. And they have no idea that mother after mother who sits on my office couch claims that all other women are great parents, while they are not. They would not dare to share with these other mommies what they see as their shortcomings.

Stop the mommy guilt.

Not everyone will agree with your parenting. Let your inner voice guide you. Revisit your values and priorities. Allow for imperfections.

If you're worried about your quality of parenting, I've discovered, chances are you're doing fine.

Most important, research shows that women who report the most happiness have a solid network of other females. When you're losing it, hearing another mom admit to the same feelings is so powerful. When my friend with two small children told me her cleanliness goal really only entailed raking a path clear enough the toys that EMT workers could make it to her if she ended up running amok and breaking a limb, I felt so much better. "Lousy" mothers – unite!

Choose your battles. Apologize when you make mistakes. And should you find that stress is overwhelming, get support through your network or friends...or access a professional counselor like me who can help you take care of you so you can take better care of them.

Throw off your shackles, Mom. Know that whether they admit it or not, every mom is imperfect just like you and me. Say it loud: My floor is crunchy, my elbows are sticky and I'm proud!

Eliska Counce lives in McKinney and is the mother of three. She is the clinical director of counseling services for The Samaritan Inn and the founder and director of Transforming Tomorrows Counseling Center in McKinney. Her e-mail address is eliskacounce@mckinneycounseling.com

New Header

Check out my gorgeous new header. My dear friend with amazing talent made it for me. Tiburon rocks. She is my almighty master. I live to serve you. Thank you so much! I love love love it. Plus I couldn't think of anyone else I would want to have a broken foot with. Love you hun!!

Be sure to keep watching it as it changes. Lots of great photos and sayings. You don't want to miss a thing. LOL

First Day Of School

Juls did great. She was so excited.





And I have to post this. This was here two years ago on her first day of pre-school.



Sevi had a harder time surprisingly. She cried for a few minutes till I snuck off. Then her teacher said she whined off and on all day for Daddy.





And I am so upset. I thought about taking my camera when I went to pick them up but decided not to. Man, bad choice. When I got there, Sevi was sound asleep on her nap mat........in the hallway. Everyone was just walking around her. The teacher heard me say "Oh my gosh" and she quickly came over to explain. I had to let her know I was not upset with her, I was upset I didn't have my camera. I knew they must have had a good reason for it. Apparently she was refusing to nap and keeping all the other kids up by screaming. So they put her in the hall where she eventually fell fast asleep. LOL The director of the school (LOVE her) sat out there with her.

OK, so I was able to take a photo with my camera but I had never gotten a photo off it. I finally figured it out. Here she is sleeping in the hall...

Steve Tries. He really does.

I love my husband. He tries. He really does. He is such an awsome husband. But he is clueless right now. He knows something is wrong, but no idea what. So in an effort to cheer me up, he went shopping and bought me a



Yep, a Dyson DC14 Drive. A cleaning appliance. HA! Guess he thought this might cheer me up. Make me happy again. Bless him for trying. I do love it, don't get me wrong. I have been wanting one. But it just isn't quiet what I need right now. But I love him for trying. He is the best.

Bentos and Teachers

We met the teachers tonight. Julia's teacher seems cool. I am a little worried about Sevina's teacher. We'll see. Sevi is a very good judge of character. Uncanily so. So when I asked her to take a photo with Miss Julie and she didn't want to, I was concerned. Sevi will jump into almost anyone's arms. If she doesnt, I know something is not right. But who knows. Tomorrow will tell.



I only got to spend a little time with Julia's teacher. I had to leave Juls and Steve there to take Sevi to her room. I loved the way her room was decorated though. And she seemed to have it all together and organized. I was very impressed by her.



I can't wait to see how their first day goes tomorrow.

And to get to the Bentos. I have been sucked in to this new craze in an effort to get Julia to eat more/better. And of course, if I do Julia's, I have to do Sevi's as well. So here is their Bentos. This was my first attempt at it.

Here is Sevi's for tomorrow.
Ham and cheese sandwich in the shape of Bears (her fav animal right now).
Cantaloupe in the shape of Tulips
Grapes
Goldfish
Cookies (100 calorie pack)


And Julia's
Ham and Cheese Sandwich in the shape of Giraffes (her fav animal)
Cantaloupe in the shape of Tulips
Goldfish
Grapes
A strawberry because she loves them (and Sevi does not)
Cookies (100 calorie pack)


Now I really must go to bed. I have a long day tomorrow. Did I mention our fridge went out and we just went to the store yesterday and bought over $250 worth of groceries and DH is going out of town. So I have to figure it out. Yeah, I need to go to bed.

I am Invisible

Great read......

I’m invisible

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.

Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?"

I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?"

I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa *** laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going ... she's going ... she's gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean.

My unwashed hair was pulled up in a clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this."

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read - no, devoured - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:

(1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.

(2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.

(3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.

(4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, Because God sees." I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

God Bless You as you build your Cathedrals!

Dads and Daughters

You know that saying..."She has you wrapped around her finger."? That saying has never been more true then for my husband and our 4 year old daughter.

She has been potty trained for over 2 years now. When Steve is not home, she goes to the bathroom just fine. Doesn't need me for anything. However, when Steve is home, this is the conversation heard on a regular basis...

Julia is sitting on the potty
"Daaaddddyyyyy"
"What Julia?"
"I went poopoo Daddy."
"That's great Julia."
"I need your help Daddy."
"What do you need my help with Julia?"
"I need you to wipe my butt."
"Julia, you can wipe your own bottom."
"No Daddy, I need your help."

So what does my big burly husband do...he gets up and goes and wipes her butt. The very bottom that she wipes EVERY time when he is not home. She has him wrapped around her finger. He is in so much trouble with 3 daughters. Just imagine, if they can get him to wipe their bottoms at 4, what will they get him to do as teenagers?

I've Cracked

I have seriously lost it. My stress level has reached a new high.

I do not swear and I have NEVER in my life flipped anyone off.

I did both to this lady who cut in front of me in a drive thru line. She was the SECOND person to cut in front of while I was busy being nice and letting those who actually parked in the parking lot, out. And then she had the gall to look at me like she was there first. I honked, I called her a nasty name, I then flipped her off and left.

I have NEVER flipped anyone off and I have NEVER called a stranger a bad name like that.

I am yelling at my kids. And I was just rude to the cute little kid who cleans our pond.

I want to throw this dang boot in the pond. I want to shoot out the hot sun. I want to blow up my messy house that I can't keep up with because I can't walk.

I am just angry at the world right now.

I have had it. I need to be admitted now. I also need to go to confession for the things I did today. Oh wait, I'm not a Catholic anymore. But I will be praying tonight.

The Boot

I went to the Orthopedist today. I have been having a pain in my foot for 2 months now. But with Keira going into the hospital and other life events happening, I kept putting it off. Well a couple of weeks ago I tweaked my ankle because I am babying my foot so much. It only got worse, so I finally went in to see the doc.

I went in wearing my comfy blue crocs Steve got me and came out with this...





I have fractured my foot. Do you have any idea what it is like to be wearing this huge bulky HOT boot in the heat of a Texas summer? Or worse, to be wearing this thing while trying to take care of three little girls? Steve is out of town and I am all alone. I am suppose to stay off my feet. HA! I have to wear this thing for a month to see if it helps or not. If not, I need to have a bone scan done. They wanted to do one now, but I am nursing and to do a bone scan they have to inject stuff into my system. Not cool when breastfeeding a newborn. So it is the boot for now.

I am not in a good mood about this. I can't drive because it is on my right foot. Um, yeah right. I have a 3 month old to carry, feed, change, bathe, etc. A two year old who is potty training right now and doing so well. But is a little obsessed with the toilet paper. And a four year old who needs attention because Daddy is out of town and she is upset. Plus the two older ones both start school in a couple of weeks. I have to drive them there. This is just not cool. Not cool at all.

Violated

Some idiots broke into my truck and stole almost everything out of my purse. I am so pissed. It is partially my fault for leaving my purse in the truck. But the truck is usually parked in our garage. Right now I can't park it there because we have one of those travel storage things on top. So it sat in our driveway and we got robbed.

So today I spent over four hours in two trips to the DMV to get a new license. I have spent several hours on the phone with all sorts of business' trying to cancel this, re-order that, etc. I need to tackle the Social Security office soon.

The idiots even used my card three times. But it looks like two if not all of the charges were caught by the bank. Oh, can I just say a HUGE kuddos to BofA. They flagged my account the first time my card was used by them. The second time they immediately locked it and e-mailed AND called me to check on it. How cool is that? Way to go Bank of America.

We filed a police report and found out they broke into 5 other vehicles on our street that night. So hopefully they will catch them by looking at the video tapes at the gas stations they used my card at. We'll see.

It just pisses me off that I was the one to be victimized, and yet I am the one doing the "time". The one having to pay for all the replacements. What a pain in my arse.

Words of advice...
1) Never leave your purse in the car. Never leave anything of importance in your car.
2) Try to park your vehicle in a garage if you can. (Clean out your garage if you must.
3) Definitely do not leave your garage door opener in your car if you park outside your garage.
4) Even if the crime seems small and you don't want to "bother" the police. Do it. You never know what might happen. You may not be the only one who got victimized.
5) Do not carry your SS card in your wallet or purse. And always keep a certified copy of your birth certificate in your home.

It's been a long and tiring day/weekend. I am off to bed to rest up for a new day. Night.

All's Clear

I can see clearly now, the rain is falling.
It's gonna be a bright bright bright bright sunshiny day.

Hehe. Ok, so when I was in the 7th grade my mother took me to get my eyes checked for the first time at a teachers suggestion. Sure enough, I needed glasses. Now I can't remember if I got glasses and then lost them and could afford replacements or if we just couldn't afford them from the get go. Either way, I did not have glasses growing up. When I met my DH he convinced me to get checked again and if needed, get glasses. So I did, and I did. But I had no clue what kind of glasses I would want to wear, so I just randomly picked a pair that I ended up not really liking so then never wearing.

Fast forward five years. I am ready to make a commitment. We went yesterday to get our eyes checked again. Make sure our prescriptions hadn't changed, and then we each got two new pairs. I got a pair of sunglasses because I can not stand the sunlight. It kills my eyes. And then I got these.



What do you think? I wanted something different and stylish.

So on another note, while I was at the eye docs, he found a "large scar" behind my right eye. He asked if I had ever had any trauma to my eye or if any other doctor had mentioned it before. Nope and nope. He said there is a chance it could be a malignant tumor. HUH? So now we have to keep an eye on it to make sure it does not change shape or size. Great, huh? So we will see...literally.

But for now, I am stylin in my new shades...and glasses.

I've Been Tagged

I got tagged by Tiburon so I guess I have to fill this out...

4 things about me you may not have known: (This is tough as I am an open book)
1. I was robbed at knife point when I was 18 and got my neck slit
2. I can not kill anything. Not even a spider.
3. I have never done an illegal drug.
4. I have an oral obsession. I eat sunflower seeds like crazy. Gnaw on Gobstoppers. Chew on Jerky. Anything to keep my mouth busy. Hence why I talk to much.

4 Jobs I've Had:
1. Bartender
2. Promotions Girl with a Country Music Radio Station
3. Taco Bell Manager
4. Office Manager/Bookkeeper/Cat Groomer and Boarder for a Cat Store

4 Movies I can watch over and over again:
1. Pretty Woman
2. Crash
3. Grease
4. American President

4 Favorite TV shows:
1. Grey’s Anatomy
2. Las Vegas
3. Lost
4. CSI

4 Favorite Hobbies:
1. Playing on the computer
2. Photography
3. Eating. I love food.
4. Spoiling my girls.

4 Places I have lived:
1. San Jose, CA
2. Manhattan, KS
3. Ft. Worth, TX
4. Dallas, TX

4 Favorite Foods:
1. Almost anything Pasta
2. Almost anything with Avocado
3. Turkey Jerk - Teriyaki
4. Salads

4 Places I would rather be right now:
1. Yosemite
2. Maui
3. Paris
4. Nice Hot Bath

4 Websites I check daily:
1. My blog - and all my buddies
2. J05moms.com
3. Dallas Area Moms
4. Yahoo e-mail

4 People I tag:
1. Aimee
2. Beth
3. Krysta
4. Rach

To Add To Our Wonderful Day

A little beauty added in.



I took these of my Hibiscus plant this morning. These are in a pot in front of our house. I got these when I was pregnant with Keira. It is her flower.

And then we have had several lilies on our pond, but these two in different colors right by each other was just to beautiful not to capture.


They reminded me of Juls and Sevi. Two of the most beautiful little girls but two of the most opposite little girls.

Rachel Ray and a Mac

We got a new Mac computer yesterday. It is going to be our Media computer. All our songs for our iPods and all the thousands and thousands of photos I take. It is a very nice computer. I used Macs at my last job, but I have forgotten quiet a bit. I need to reacquaint myself with them. We will be taking to the Apple store on Saturday to ask questions and to get the iTunes set up on it so we can have to accounts on it. Music is a big part of our lives. DH is a HUGE music nut and I have this knack of knowing the words to songs but not who sings them. We make a great team. Songs and music play a big role in our lives. I hope our girls have our love of music. Julia already seems to. She could sing along with songs at a very early age. And now Sevi has a song she knows and sings to. I keep meaning to get it on video. It's so cute. Julia's first song was "Knock Knock Knocking on Heaven's Door". Not sure that is the right name, like I said, I know lyrics, Steven knows who sings it and the name of the song. No Sevi's first song is "Hallelujah" from Shrek I believe. Bon Jovi has a version of it out now. I need to get that copy. I'd rather have Jon singing it to me. Ha!

As for Rachel Ray. My SIL Mary, is going to be on Rachel Ray. She just happened to e-mail them asking for more recipes for the fish and game that her husband kills. It seems all e knows to do with it is fry it and she is looking for something more healthy. Well they actually responded and came out to her house and filmed for a day. Even went fishing with Aaron. Now they are flying them out to NY this Sunday to film the rest of the show on Monday and Tuesday. I will have to post when we know the day it will air. I am not a fan of hunting and fishing at all, but I will watch this since it IS my SIL.

Day at the Spa

Today I was doing some pampering to myself while Sevi and Keira napped. Juls came in and saw me with a facial mask on and asked if she could do one. Why not?

She loved it and is STILL telling me how soft her face is. LOL I believe THIS is why I was given three beautiful little girls.

Something New Everyday

I had never seen this video before. I love this song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Epow4VXhnW0

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Bye Bye Jacob

My 13 year old nephew has been here with us for the past week. It is a deal we have with my sister. When her kids turn 13, their Birthday present from us is a trip to TX (they live in CA).

I feel kind of bad. When our first nephew came out, we only had one daughter and she was around a year old. I was ok with leaving her with my In-laws while I spoiled my nephew with trips to Six Flags and Hurricane Harbor, etc.

Now we have three daughters and one who is only 2 months old. We did go to San Antonio, the Alamo, Sea World, River Walk, and Market Center. But I still feel bad. He has "had" to help with the girls instead of having a fun vacation. I admit, it has been a great help having him here. I just wish we could have spoiled him a bit more.

I am going to miss him. I miss all of my family back home. I always get sad when it comes time to say good bye. It is so hard to only see them a couple of times a year. They change so much. And in times like now (Baby Jamison) I feel so helpless. I have missed funerals and births. Many many birthdays. I treasure these moments I do get with my family. I have really enjoyed getting to know my Nephew one on one. My sister makes some good kids.

Angels In Unusual Places

I have yet to write about Hannah. Words have never been my strong point. So I can't even begin to explain how I feel. It would sound so dumb. Especially compared to some of my friends who are very eloquent with their words. They pretty much have all said what I am feeling. But some day, soon I hope. I will put something to "pen".

For those of you who do not know (how could you NOT know if you know me?). Hannah was a 5 year old little girl who lost her precious life two weeks ago. She drowned. ....See, I keep looking for words to type to explain such a horrific event, and I just can't. My eyes well up and my brain shuts down.

Anyway, this week my family and I went to San Antonio. We took my Nephew from California with us. He is 13. When our nieces and nephews turn 13, we give them a trip to Texas for their Birthday. So as any 13 year old Boy would want, we took him to Hooters for lunch on the River Walk. While we were there, my 4 year old has to go potty. So we head to the restroom. Now this is a place for men usually. So it was very apparent where the Men's bathroom was. Plenty of signs and pictures and such. The women's restroom was back in a corner barley noticeable. One small sign on the door. The inside was very plain. Nothing special by any means, which I would expect at Hooters.

But over on the counter in the corner was the most beautiful Yellow Lilies in a vase. Fresh cute Lilies. I just stood there and stared at them. They were so out of place in there, and yet so beautiful. One even opened up while I was staring at it. It made me immediately think of Hannah. She would have thought those flowers were beautiful and giggled at what an odd site to see in the ladies bathroom at Hooters.

Hannah, you are still making me smile.

Woohoo!!!

I did it! I got that dang blinkie off. How you may ask? For a split second it blinks to allow me to add a new photo. I have tried and tried to get in there for that quick blink. Well the system must be slow tonight or something because I got in there real quick and hit the browse button, picked a new photo, then when that photo came up I hit remove image and then save. Woohoo!!! Now I can make a real image to put up there. Yeah me. LOL

All's quiet

I love these moments just as much as I love hearing the laughter and jabbering.

Keira is asleep in front of me. Sevi is asleep in her bed. Juls went with Daddy to the office to get some work done. So what did I do with myself? I took a nice long hot shower. So nice to not worry what the children are doing while I am showering or to wonder if Keira has woken up. I had her in the bathroom with me so I could see her. She slept right through it.

Now I get a minute to check up on the computer before I have to start packing. We are taking our first official family vacation as a family of 5 (6 if you count my nephew we are taking to help out). I am very excited. My husband is very hesitant. Juls is beside herself with anticipation of what a vacation really is. And Sevi is excited because Julia seems to be excited about something. What she has no idea, but if Julia is excited, it must be good.

Keira is sleeping through the night now. No pacifier and no nursing. It just happened. We did nothing. She has actually been a much better sleeper since her stint in the hospital. I guess having nurses and doctors coming in and poking and prodding you for 5 days straight gets you use to sleeping through anything. She did become addicted to the pacifier while we were there. It was one of the only things other then nursing (when we got to do that again) that would settle her. This is a first for us. Neither of the other girls were paci girls or thumb suckers. But Keira has given it up during the night, so maybe she will turn out to be like her sisters after all. And I want to mention (brag time) that she is rolling over from tummy to back. Woohoo!!! I think a lot of that has to do with her big noggin and just leaning it one way or the other, but it works for her and I am proud of her.


Ah speaking of her sisters. I will have to introduce you to them. Probably a little slowly. Too much of them at one time might overwhelm you. Julia is very gifted in the way of speech. And Sevi is gifted in her motor skills. It is amazing how two sisters can be so completely different. Most days I love it. Other days it keeps me on my toes. I can't wait to see how Keira is. How she will be even more different then them. When she finds her own little personality.


A new cyber friend of mine lost her daughter (I will post more on this later as I have a lot to say) recently and it has made me appreciate my girls so much more. To laugh at their quirks instead of getting frustrated (although Sevi had me almost to my breaking point this week, pictures to follow). To slow down and listen to them more instead of rushing them so we can get whatever it is we are doing done. It is sad that it has taken the death of such a spirited little girl for me to see this, but I am glad something good is coming of her death. I just hope as the time passes I don't forget again and get caught up in life and start rushing again. Hannah, thank you for reminding me how important experiencing life is and to slow down and enjoy every Lily, Frog, or Star that we see.


A few days have passed and I can laugh at this. I admit at the time I had finally hit a boiling point. This is just one of the hundreds of things Sevi has done. So I guess you could call it the straw that broke this camels back. I was in tears and so tired. Sevi is a good kid. She is not mean or malicious in anyway. She is very loving and one of the cutest little babes I know. She is just very energetic, persistent, and spirited. Did I mention curious? Very very curious...

She just want to know how things work. What is inside of the bottles, jars, containers. And then she wants to see what they smell like, taste like, what she can do with whatever it is she finds.

Told ya she was cute. How can you get mad at that face? Well, after seeing this for the hundredth time, you can get tired of it and frustrated. And then having to constantly clean up after her is also very tiring.

One of these days I will tell you about our home. I am seriously locked out of everything in our house. If anyone was to come to our house to visit that didn't know my child, they would think we were either overly protective or that they needed to cal CPS on us because of all the locks and childproofing we have around here. But sadly it is just the opposite. We have everything locked to keep our children (Sevi, LOL) safe.

You will be hearing many more of these stories about Sevina along with photos, I'm sure. And then I will have plenty of "You will not believe what Julia said" stories coming. And hopefully lots of brags on Keira as she grows and reach milestones.

I want to blog, really I do.

But I am not to thrilled with the fact that I can't simply remove a photo from my header. I have been trying for days now. I even did the whole clearing of the cookies and cache, etc. (Which I hate doing) and I still can't get rid of that dang blinkie. I have posted in the help group and got one response. Rat was nice and tried to help, but it wasn't a fix. Great little video though.

Such a simple thing but it makes my site look like crap. I want to come and write but instead I see that dang thing and get side tracked trying to get rid of it.

I am open for any thoughts and suggestions. I did post about it in the Help Group under "broken" or some forum like that.

Hmph.

Oh The Guilt

I have been guilted into making a Blog. I guess it was time since I do about everything else on the internet. So here is my first blog/post whatever you call it. I will have to catch up on blogging lingo. I will warn you right now, I can't write. I suck with words. That is one reason why I have taken this long to do this. What I am thinking and trying to say never comes out on the computer the same way. But maybe this will be good for me. Help me to learn how to write. At least it gives me a place to record everything.