Update

Not too much new and exciting going on in this life right now. This is a good thing though, and I can deal with that. The weather is great and Mother's Day Out is starting soon. This is good.

Congratulations to Don's brother Rusty, and his girl Trandy, for their engagement. Sandy and I went dress shopping with Trandy yesterday, and it was fun. It was a little sad to know that I will never have that giddy, I'm-getting-married, kinda feeling again. Well, let's hope anyway. I tell Don I like to keep my options open, so don't get too comfrotable. He never seems too worried.

My brother is now working two jobs and this is great help for my mom, and some of these new expences she/they have.

Annaliese has her eye back, and DHS seems to have let this one go. But the next black eye, my kids are outta here!

Jack is still a mama's boy, and I guess I will have to be OK with that for awhile. I know I will miss it when he pushes me away.

Don and I are kind of house hunting again. Nothing too serious, but hopefully after the holidays we can get serious about it. Let's hear a big cheer for more floor space to fill up with more toys!

Rocky XI

Much time and effort has gone into Annaliese's bedroom. We have pulled up carpet. I have made, oh yes, made, curtains. I have shopped for accsessories. We have moved her bed and dresser around so many times that now, we play a game of 'find the bed' every time we open her door. But never, ever in all my best design efforts, did I take a moment out to calculate the exact distance between her bed and her dresser. Because if I had done so, when she reached for a cup of water, she would not have fallen off her bed, hit her eye on her dresser, and landed upsidedown on her floor.

Thus we would have avoided this

Never underestimate you child's ability to get stuck between a bed and a hard place.

Flash Back

Look at my girl. She was about 15 months old in this picture. She looks like someone else I know. Hmmm?

The Birds and Bees

I am pretty good at answering my daughters ongoing questions. If you dont know, she can fire 'em off pretty quickly. In fact, I think her record is 15 questions in 37 seconds. I usually handle these questions with ease, well, sometimes 'ease' means turning up the car radio really loud and saying, "What? Huh? Mommy can't hear you, just wait, I think the knob is broken."
But last week was different. I lost my standing as the smartest mom, the answerer of all questions, the knowledgable one.
Upon our return from the hospital to see our newest little chick, Annaliese asked me the big one.
"Mommy how do you get pregnant if you want to get pregnant?"
To which I replied the only way I knew how.
"Oh look Annaliese, the mall, do you want mommy to give you quarters to ride the rides, and let you spin around until you forget what you just asked me?"

Little Jacky H.

That's what I am going to have to call "it". I know, I must be one sick mother to name my son's "it". I am not the type to do that kind of thing. However, his recent obsession with "it", requires this extreme measure. It really is something to observe.
Due to the fact that Jack Henry has been blessed with enough gut to shame any 36-year-old, ex-frat boy, who never learned to put down the Bud Light, he has trouble standing up and looking straight down at "it". So he is forced to sit down, hold his stomach back with one hand, and use his free hand to admire his manly-ness. I have to say though, this comes as a relief. For awhile I was a little afraid "it" would go unnoticed, that he would be the only boy that didn't dig and adjust out on the baseball field. That he would let one of his hands fall uselessly to his side as the other held the remote and switched between ESPN and any channel hosting a poker tournament.
So thankfully I am checking this concern off my list of things to worry about when I don't sleep at night. I can now put on my attention back on that disease I might catch from a Nigerian (or was it Sierra Leone) immigrant.