little STREP THROAT to make the weekend bright.

This little birdie pie is a sick girly!

She and I are waiting in the Urgent care clinic as I type.

I think she has strep throat… poor little baby.

She has a headache, she has a major case of the CRIES.

She is sleeping a little less at night and little more during the day.

I brought her a DVD player and guess what?

She wants to do math instead- wow- I hope that lasts!

Poor little sick goosey pie, I hope she gets better soon.

Shes so droopy when she's sick- it's a sad day when this merry little girl is puny.

Kid4, I hope you feel better and are back to your bouncy little self ASAP!

:(

UPDATE- definitely strep

(and a little wheezing)

time, blankets and bootcamp

This kid, my mechanic, my first love, and the one who made me a mother is leaving me soon. He’s leaving in a little more like 7 months and a little less like the 18 years that flew by like a bird in a hurricane.

Where did it go? Where did that little chubby baby go? When did he walk, run, go to school? When did this blonde haired beauty, this little silly boy turn into a man? How is it even possible for the hands of time to turn so quickly? Is it feasible that 220 months and 5 days have passed this quickly?

I remember the very second that he was born, the minute they laid him on my chest; I can still feel how heavy he was. I can still see his little swollen face, his eyes blinking opening and closing at me as if to say; “MAN, I hope you can do this next 18 years!”…

And here he is, grown, almost gone and here I am, wanting to hold on as tight as I possibly can. Here he is, fixing his own car and here I am, wanting to wrap him up in a blanket and hold him for hours like the old days.

Time has flown by and I don’t think this whirlwind will stop any time soon. He is grown and as he boards that plane to boot camp in July I think I will wrap myself in a blanket and sleep for a few days, closing my eyes and remembering that little toe headed boy running on the beach in a warm breeze just a little longer…

a relatively bad day

I had one of those days that would probably be best if it just ended…it’s not that my day was terrible… my days are never terrible. I think a bad day is relative thing. A bad day to me and a bad day to you could be very different.

All day my heart sank when I thought of Mr. B. leaving. So far it’s the little things that I am freaking out about… maybe it’s all 300,000 of the little things? WHO is going to put the sheets on the beds? (I DID tell you that Mr. B. was the official sheet putter on-er….. right?) Who is going to clean the kitchen after dinner? Who is going to read book after book to Kid4? Who is going to take care of the kids’ million questions when I have had enough at the end of the day? Who is going to put their foot down about grades, talking back and messy rooms? Who is going to point out that I need new tires? Who will mow the lawn? And 299,992 things?

I do realize this could be worse… I have some VERY EXCITING things to look forward to while Mr. B. is gone, you will be SO surprised when I tell you the things I have to look forward too. (or maybe you won’t be…. Who knows!)

Wish me luck as I dive into the endeavor and more importantly please keep Mr. B, in your thoughts as he defends our country for a year and misses some VERY big milestones!

Honey, I already can’t wait for you to get back and your not even gone yet!

a hearty helping of worry.

A few months ago this little lady had to have an echocardiogram and to be honest Mr. B. and I were freaking out! As soon as the Dr. said “significant heart murmur” I freaked out a little inside… it’s a sick feeling to think something might be wrong with your child. We didn’t have to wait too long to get the echo done, it was less than ten days, but we were on pins and needles every one of those days waiting. I caught myself looking at her and wondering how parents of VERY sick children can even sleep at night? I have a friend whose kids are often in the hospital and I admire her strength.

When the day of the echo came we were at the appointment early, coffee in hand ready to face this head on… I’m going to keep this short… we ended up switching hospitals and having a later appointment (mostly because I don’t check my voicemail). When my little goose climbed up on that big hospital bed and the nurse started looking at her heart with every swipe I looked hard at the machine, at the colors. I listened to her little heart beating away and wondered how I even made it through one single day without her before she came to me. I sat thinking about my children and how they have blessed my life, all in different ways. I thought about my big girl who lives so far away and how I could not love her more. I thought about how lucky I am to have children…

Her echocardiogram came out fine. Nothing. She’s fine, and I wonder how I am so lucky? I am so thankful to have a healthy child. She is MY heart.

Scare over. Heart healthy… and we can breath again!

She's a ...

TREE HUGGER!

and I love it!

remembering a special place

Pearl Harbor Hawaii has a special place in my heart for many reasons.

My Grandpa B was on the USS Drexler and has always been a big Navy fan. On May 28^th, 1945 at 7 am the USS Drexler was bombed. I grew up listening to Navy stories and have always admired my Grandpa B and loved his words and stories. I miss him daily.

December 7^th, 1991 is the date that Mr. B. was planning to marry another woman and I’m glad he picked me… (I DID tell you he was engaged when we met right…?) I always think of her on December 7^th and hope she’s happy too. She is a really sweet girl from an amazing family.

I grew up in Hawaii and spent many afternoons visiting the Pearl Harbor Memorial and if you have never been I cannot truly describe it to you. It’s a watery grave, a solemn place, and a site to stand in awe pondering freedom and loss. Just looking at it from afar does no justice. You have to stand over it to understand.

In 1991 the USS Chosin sailed across Pearl Harbor along with many other ships stationed at Pearl Harbor that year as a tribute to the fallen sailors. Mr. B. was standing at attention in his whites along with many other sailors. Pearl Harbor, the ships so stoically swaying at the dock and the Navy causes a stirring in my heart.

On December 7^th 1941 Pearl Harbor was bombed. You probably know the story, most Americans do. Hawaii along with Pearl Harbor lives in my heart as a special place to be, a place full of memories and my beloved home.

I hope you too can remember something special today.

Happy Birthday to a very special blog reader!

I hope all your dreams come true C.T.

Thanks for reading.

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Have you ever had the feeling that things are going down the ol' toilet? Have you ever known things were headed south? Do you ever look ahead to what will certainly be a disaster but you aren't able to stop it. Do you ever wonder if you'll go stark raving mad in the future? Do you ever think your teens will be the death of you...? Somedays I wake up and my face looks like THIS.... just think how my eyes will look when Mr. B. is deployed.... YIKES!

peas in a pod

I often call these two "the twins", they are so much alike and often mimic each other. Since they were little babies Kid2 always had to beat Kid1 at everything he did. The funny this is that Kid1 honestly rarely noticed and never really cared. When they were potty training Kid1 was perched on the little tiny pot while Kid2 was queen of the BIG potty, when Kid1 was learning to tie his shoes she was hiding in a corner with my shoe trying to learn first! Brothers and sisters often have a very special relationship and mine certainly do. They fuss and fight and go through hard times but when it gets right down to it they truly trust each other the most. I love pictures of them together, I love to see them standing near each other laughing and smiling. I have a great amount of peace knowing that these two will always have each other to depend on. They are two peas in a pod!

(guess what? now they even have matching cars... LOL)

possum try #2

Look what Bat Girl got me today??

It's the friendly kind of possum!

Is THIS the perfect thing for me or what?

(this one doesn't have teeth and Im a little sad about it)