Another birthday celebration for Bear

Seriously, I'm thinking concussion is the way to go. This boy got a celebration with us, one at his Grandparent's house, we are headed to the zoo with my mom next week, he will get a party eventually, and he received a present in the mail from his Aunt and Uncle.

Movies are great when you are a little guy who can't do much.

Look closely at his face. How excited is he!

Bear had a allergy cough so Grandpa made him blow his candles out off of the cake so he wouldn't get any cooties. Men! :)

This was taken outside the hospital. We were waiting for Jeff to meet us for his CAT scan. He did great. We got the results the next week and he is all cleared.

We went and picked strawberries again this year. This year we had the extra added pleasure of Jeffrey joining us. He liked it! It's so much fun but the problem is we always have to cute the fun short. The pounds of strawberries quickly add up and before you know it you have ten dollars worth of strawberries and what does one do with all that red yumminess unless you are making jam. Which I haven't tried yet but at some point I am sure I will. All that steaming and whatnot to prevent later botulism kind of unnerves me. Like how I throw out medical terms there, I don't even know botulism is or what happens when you get it but I liked how it sounded.

Hey, look at that, I just looked it up and I actually used the word right. I must have picked up the word in one of my books. The brain is an amazing thing.

Update on Erica

All of her numbers have returned to the normal range

A nasty virus she had attacked her bone marrow but she is fine and cleared by the doctor now.

Praise God!

Have you ever

Have you ever been so deep in a dream that you continued to sleep threw an alarm that had been going off for thirty minutes?

Have you ever been so deep in a dream that someone was bouncing the bed, shaking you and yet you continued to sleep?

Have you ever been so deep in a dream that you were awakened by someone checking your pulse just to make sure you are alright?

Have you ever woken up with puffy swollen eyes and are pretty sure they are from crying in your sleep?

Have you ever woken up from a dream where your husband was leaving you and been mad at him even though he didn't really do anything?

Welcome to my morning. Love you babe. Thanks for laughing when I told you I was a little mad. Does anyone else remember the episode of I Love Lucy where she wakes up from a dream and starts beating Ricki with a pillow? I loved that one.

**Warning** cursing involved

My children have fallen in love with Taylor Swift. I'm sure if Kati could look like anyone she wanted she would choose Taylor Swift and if Bear knew what it meant to date, she would be his heart throb. They love the sound of her voice and are always sure to point out anyone who might remotely look like her in any way shape or form.

But sadly Taylor Swift has brought naughtiness into my home.



It's hard to believe anyone so sweet and innocent looking could cause my children to sin and thus receive a tongue spanking.

Bear's favorite song by her is Picture to burn. It's his favorite because she sings about a truck. However she also calls that same truck stupid. Thus becoming his new, and yet secretly used, word.

Cursing is not aloud in our home. In fact, we don't even say things like, stupid, dumb, or shut up. "Butt" is about as racy as it gets around here.

That is until Friday.

After we came home from Bear's CAT scan I began helping Jeffrey with yard work. The kids were playing in the front yard and having a great time. Bear was having fun trying to drive over the mound of grass I was bagging but I had to make him stop. Now that my pile was all askew I had to rake it up. Bear is just standing on the sidelines watching, when out of the mouth of babes (with his country voice, I might add)............

"My mommy is raking up all that damn hay."

"What did you just say?"

"Hay."

"No, before that."

"Raking."

"No, Bear after that."

"Hay."

I gave up, "Bear, we don't say words like that, they're ugly."


Jeff's response. "Where did he learn that? And how does he know how to use it right?"

Thanks, Taylor, thanks a lot.

It's gone

There is much weeping and gnashing of teeth going on. Why you ask. My camera is broken. Now I know some of you think it's too bad but not a big deal, but I also know some of you photo nuts like me are truly feeling my pain this morning, and I thank you.

Here is how this tragic event happened. We were at the check out lane at wal-mart when my purse fell from the check writing spot thingie. Please tell me you know what I'm talking about because my description isn't getting any better than that. Anyway, I saw it falling but couldn't catch it. When I checked my camera later it wouldn't even turn on. It's an anticlimactic story, I know. I'm sorry, I am sure you were hoping for a more exciting story. Like, we were out painting Bear's bed when the extinct dodo bird swooped in while I was taking darling pictures of my children and he snatched it right from my paintie hands and flew quickly from sight.

So I will leave it up to you to decided. Swoopie dodo bird or the check out line at wal-mart. I lead an exciting life y'all.

I take dozens of pictures each week and life is just not going to be the same without my camera. Eventually we will get a new one but until then there will be a void in my life.

And the life of the blog as well. Hopefully I have enough old pictures to keep all three of you entertained until we can get a new one.

Ahh, the joys of motherhood

Between two of my kids I got up a total of nine times last night. I guess church will be attended threw a sleepy fog..............................

The kids are totally worth it

**Drum Roll Please**

And the mother of the year award goes to?

That's right folks. it goes to anyone but me. You ask what the lovely bandage is all about. The baby burnt his hand on a skillet.

First a concussion and then burns. What's next for Kati, who knows?

Flashback Friday

I just love old family photo's, mine or Jeff's.


This one is of my family. Can you guess which one is my mom? If you know my mom then you can probably guess which one is her mom.


This is terrible, after I began posting I realized I don't know everyone in the picture.

The girl on the right in the top row is one of my aunts but I'm not sure if it's Carol or Sue.

The bottom row from left to right:
My great-grandmother, my mom, my grandfather, my grandmother, and my Aunt Judy.

I love watching AFV with the kids, even when they are to little to know what is so funny. Around here we just call it "the funny show" and clearly it is. Timbo just laughed and laughed watching Bear laugh.

That's my girl.......................

"Daddy, I don't like it when Bear says 'morrow. It's duh-morrow."

Erica's blood work showed that her white cell count had gone up, almost doubled, but it is still lower than it should be. Her platelet count actually went down. She will go back and get more blood work done on thursday. She feels just fine.

This just in..........

accurance is actually spelled, occurrence. Who knew. I spell like I talk, which isn't proper. I blame my errors on blogger for not having spell check in the "Title" portion. Well, and I also blame it on my ISD for taking out phonics the year I began kindergarten.

My Dad says I should look it up in the dictionary and I do if I think it isn't right, but if I looked up every word, instead of just the ones I know are wrong, I would just have to quite blogging all together. So I vote for typo's. And error's in punctuation and sometimes run on sentences and many other things I am sure I do wrong.

If the writing is to hard to read feel free to just look at pictures of my darling kids........ :)


I'll give another update on Erica when I get one. Thank you for your prayers.

Prayer Request

**update**

Erica went to the Dr. today. He seems to think it might just be a nasty virus but they won't get the results from the blood test until sometime Tuesday. Thank you for your continued prayers.See the gorgeous lady sitting next to me? Well, that's my friend Erica. I would like for you to stop this morning and take the time to pray for her and her family. I'm not going to go into all the details, well honestly because it would just getting me bawling this morning, but her family has had a rough go of life. She has been sick. She went to the doctor and has a low white cell count and platelet count, really low. And although I am trusting my Lord, I am still worrying, because that's what I do and because she is my friend, very dear to me.

Today she is going back to the doctor to have more blood taken and to get another count. It could be nothing but it could be something. Again, I don't want to bawl but please, please, please, keep her in your prayers.

Flashback Friday

My boys.............Jeff 23?, Bear 7 months

Jeff 25, Timbo 8 months

A regular accurance

Any time the house is to quiet, meaning I can't hear Timbo, then I know where to look.

Because of Bear's concussion we cancelled his birthday party. It was probably best since the post office lost the invites. I just figured if the doctor didn't even want him going to church he probably didn't want Bear partying down. And I didn't think Bear would any fun watching everyone else have fun while he had to sit on the side lines. So instead of a party we just celebrated at home with the five of us. Don't question the cake, he wanted it like that. What can I say, he has an older sister and pretty much worships the ground she walks, that is when they aren't fighting. I'm sure Daddy and all the Uncles will be glad when Timbo gets a little older and Bear will have a boy to do guy stuff with.

"Okay, don't tell me what's in there Kati."

He got a spiderman watch and he loved it. I have to say "loved" because he already lost it.

I know it's fuzzy but I had to share this picture with you. Bear chose burgers for dinner, which I don't know why because he will not eat burgers, but we made them anyway. Anyway, what I wanted to show you was Kati's mound of pickles. I put them on her plate and let her put them on the burger. Now, myself, I like a pickle in every bite, Kati on the other hand has other likes. I think that was about six or seven pickles.

Party or not, it looks like he had a good time.

For all the people who stop me at the store and ask, "Are they all yours?"

When Jeff and I began dating we talked about how many children we would want. Well, truth be told like any girl I had be thinking and planning this part of my life long before I even met Jeff. Even when I was little I knew I wanted three kids. And in the interest of being open and honest I will go ahead a share their names with you. Now, no laughing, and I mean that. I was kid without many friends and a lot of time on my hands.

I wanted twins, a boy and a girl, and then another boy. Now I really meant what I said about no laughing here. The girl was to be named Ivy Rain Sky. No, I didn't know a boy with the last name of Sky, she was to have two middle names. It was a mouth full and she was likely to be beat up but I thought it had character. For her twin, Thackery Rene. I'm not sure what I would have called him for short but again I'm sure he would have be teased. Their little brother was too be named Brody, I can't remember what his middle name was to be, maybe Daniel or who knows maybe I was going to go with something artsy like Dirt, who's to say.

In the end, I met Jeff and he nixed my first two names. I nixed the third because at some point after picking the name Brody I met one and we dated for some time.

It didn't really matter if I had a third name or not Jeffrey said we were only going to have two anyway. Of course you all know how that turned out. And not by my doing, Jeffrey was the one that wanted to extend our family to five, not that I minded. Truth be told we would probably end up with a family of oh, I don't 60 or so, because I just love being pregnant so darn much.


Now I don't think three kids is a lot but apparently most of America does. Just this week when someone found out I had three kids she wanted to know if we were done. When I said yes she said, "Three a lot, no more, good." I guess it's a good thing I didn't tell her I look upon pregnant women with envy.
Maybe Kati heard the scripture about a full quiver or maybe she just really loves baby dolls but her bed is full of kids. Why don't you come along and meet them......

Kayla, Jessie, Timothy

Stephanie, Cinderella, Kati, Timbo

Zoo (yes, that's right), Kayla, Luv-lamb, Kati

Issac, Ruff-Ruff, Kati, Kati

Of course they have all been renamed, now everyone is named Aaliyah.

And this isn't even everybody. When she first started asking to sleep with them only two were aloud but I'm a push-over. Well, and being that her bed is so high up I couldn't see all of them up there. When I kiss her goodnight I either have to stand on my tip toes or on a stool.

Hypertrichosis

Is Timbo developing werewolf syndrome? No, that's just what his foot looked like after cruising around in the bathroom while I cut Brendon's hair.
Buzzed is more like it. Isn't he a cutie! By the way, the swelling that is between the skull and scalp is pretty much gone and I couldn't be happier. To touch his head and feel all the mush just made want to barf. Bear does say that the spot is still sensitive.

That was a lot of hair to cut. This wasn't even all of it.

For you Grandpa

Kati watching a movie

Flashback with a well check

Timbo at nine months
Height: 28 1/2 inches 25%
Weight: 18lb 14oz 50-75%
Head size: 17 7/8 inches 50-75%

Kati nine months

Bear nine months

Welcome to my sick ward

Since Sunday I have washed approximately 10 loads of sheets. That doesn't count the times I have had to wash the comforter or mattress cover separately. Nor does that count the numerous loads of clothes that had to be washed because of barf or other yucky bodily fluids. And I hate to say it but I may end up being my own patient by the end of the day, I've got stomach cramps and am achie all over. On the plus side we have a house over our heads to protect us from the serious storms that are on their way. At least all the thunder will cheer me up. On the down side because of all the rain the horrible smell that creeps up from our crawl space has returned........and is only going to get worse with the storms coming.

I can't really complain to much. I think this is the first time I have had all the kids sick at once. Well, Bear is sicksick he is just having his "concussive tendencies".

Here is to hoping everyone at your house is well and enjoying this fun weather.

How quickly they grow

he did this .....

Within the last week he has learned how to say "uh-oh", "no-no", clap, and stand a little bit longer on his own.

This is how Bear feels about his up coming CAT scan

"They're 'tupid."

Today my baby boy turns 3!

It seems just like yesterday I was looking at that handsome face for the very first time........
while he peed on mine. He sure does love that story and I sure do love him. Never forget that my little man!