About 2 months ago, we got Chloe which has been a blessing except for one thing that we discovered (much to my surprise).
Chloe is a HUGE fan of climbing/jumping over the little white picket fence that's in the back yard (or darting out the front door if it's opened by anybody). This probably wouldn't be that big of a deal if there was someone besides me taking care of the kids and a dog but, Chloe is very fast and she's still learning the rules of the house (baby steps). Chloe also is very smart and knew when to get over the fence when the kids had me tending to them. So, I'd have to stop was I was doing, make sure J couldn't get into something (or get out himself) and go hunt down Chloe.
Last week, I finally decided to get an invisible fence (which does not give a shock if she gets too close - but rather like a message pull to the muscles). After a few days and understanding a very key word (HOT), she no longer gets out which means I can get back to being a full time mom. Much to my (and R's) relief. Case closed! :)
More to follow.....
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Still tears
Today is generally supposed to be a joyful, happy day but this morning, it was every thing but that.
There's an old saying that goes something like this: Three strikes and your out. This morning, I got my three strikes and I was out emotionally speaking. First up, it's Mother's day and I wouldn't have been a mom to two great children if it weren't for Donovan. Second strike was that K and Donovan always served on the Lord's table at the same time. Today, K was up in front and sitting with the other men who were going to serve. Third strike was when the song leader lead everyone in a song that was sung at Donovan's funeral.
Needless to say, I didn't get through the song but had to walk out in tears. There were some good out of this tho. First was that both of my children were good to stay with G and not run out (even though it would have been very easy for them to do so). Second was that I had a good shoulder to cry into and ladies that understood. Lastly, the tears didn't hurt as much as they had in the past. It didn't make me go down on my knees but it still hurt and sobbing but it wasn't as bad this time.
I know that no one will be able to take Donovan's place and that there will always be a part of me that will never be the same but, with God's strength, time, and wonderful friends and family to lean on.... There's always going to be sunshine down the road that we call grief.
More to follow....
There's an old saying that goes something like this: Three strikes and your out. This morning, I got my three strikes and I was out emotionally speaking. First up, it's Mother's day and I wouldn't have been a mom to two great children if it weren't for Donovan. Second strike was that K and Donovan always served on the Lord's table at the same time. Today, K was up in front and sitting with the other men who were going to serve. Third strike was when the song leader lead everyone in a song that was sung at Donovan's funeral.
Needless to say, I didn't get through the song but had to walk out in tears. There were some good out of this tho. First was that both of my children were good to stay with G and not run out (even though it would have been very easy for them to do so). Second was that I had a good shoulder to cry into and ladies that understood. Lastly, the tears didn't hurt as much as they had in the past. It didn't make me go down on my knees but it still hurt and sobbing but it wasn't as bad this time.
I know that no one will be able to take Donovan's place and that there will always be a part of me that will never be the same but, with God's strength, time, and wonderful friends and family to lean on.... There's always going to be sunshine down the road that we call grief.
More to follow....
Friday, May 6, 2011
A challenge of stitiches
Have you ever found yourself saying - Ok Lord, please help me get through today (or rather the next hour)??
I have done that constantly this week in dealing with J and his stitches in both hands. It may not be that big of a deal but, to try and keep a 2 yr old from either getting his hands infected somehow or busting the stitches on this thumbs is hard work. Like most 2 yr olds, J is very inquisitive and very hands on with everything (and doing it all with gusto too). The problem is that I've had to keep him in most of the time (instead of him doing what he loves - playing in the dirt) and limiting what he can do (either by painful experience or just common sense). He gave a hi-five last night and then whimpered because he put pressure on his hand the wrong way and came to me with a pout on his face and with the look in his eyes like - mommy fix it! Needless to say, I will be soooo thankful when Monday morning gets here and we can get those stitches out!
More to follow.....
I have done that constantly this week in dealing with J and his stitches in both hands. It may not be that big of a deal but, to try and keep a 2 yr old from either getting his hands infected somehow or busting the stitches on this thumbs is hard work. Like most 2 yr olds, J is very inquisitive and very hands on with everything (and doing it all with gusto too). The problem is that I've had to keep him in most of the time (instead of him doing what he loves - playing in the dirt) and limiting what he can do (either by painful experience or just common sense). He gave a hi-five last night and then whimpered because he put pressure on his hand the wrong way and came to me with a pout on his face and with the look in his eyes like - mommy fix it! Needless to say, I will be soooo thankful when Monday morning gets here and we can get those stitches out!
More to follow.....
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Stitches
This past week has been a busy one at our house (especially for J). On Wed, had to take him to the MD because he sounded like he was coming down with the croup. Sure enough, he was and so he was started on steroids to knock that out.
On Thursday night, he had grabbed a small drinking glass (which he always does for supper). One minute, he had the glass. Then I heard it break on the ground and before I could get it, he decided to try and pick it up himself. Bad idea! Then started the wailing and deep cuts in both hands.
Mad rush to the ER (with R holding one of J's hands to keep pressure on it) and 5 stitches in the left hand, 3 stitches on the right and a very angry boy because he was being held down and given a shot in both hands. All in all, he did very well and didn't put up a fight. Especially with the MD who gave him the stitches. When he came in, J stopped crying and was just mesmerized by this tall guy with glasses. The MD made a comment about it and wondered by J seemed to fixed on him. I had to explain that J isn't around a lot of guys since Donovan's death so whenever he is, he becomes fascinated. Needless to say, the MD was kinda touched by this.
R, on the other hand, thought it was cool that she was going to see what stitches looked like (but proclaimed that she was VERY happy not to be receiving them herself). Since that adventure, J has been sporting the look of a boxer with bandages looking like boxing gloves and has become very good at just using his fingers that he can move (and yes, I'm proud of him for being such a trouper).
More to follow.....
On Thursday night, he had grabbed a small drinking glass (which he always does for supper). One minute, he had the glass. Then I heard it break on the ground and before I could get it, he decided to try and pick it up himself. Bad idea! Then started the wailing and deep cuts in both hands.
Mad rush to the ER (with R holding one of J's hands to keep pressure on it) and 5 stitches in the left hand, 3 stitches on the right and a very angry boy because he was being held down and given a shot in both hands. All in all, he did very well and didn't put up a fight. Especially with the MD who gave him the stitches. When he came in, J stopped crying and was just mesmerized by this tall guy with glasses. The MD made a comment about it and wondered by J seemed to fixed on him. I had to explain that J isn't around a lot of guys since Donovan's death so whenever he is, he becomes fascinated. Needless to say, the MD was kinda touched by this.
R, on the other hand, thought it was cool that she was going to see what stitches looked like (but proclaimed that she was VERY happy not to be receiving them herself). Since that adventure, J has been sporting the look of a boxer with bandages looking like boxing gloves and has become very good at just using his fingers that he can move (and yes, I'm proud of him for being such a trouper).
More to follow.....
Saturday, April 23, 2011
60 seconds
Yesterday afternoon, I got to finish the movie "Leap Year". Sweet movie that kinda hit home for me (as it did the main character) and that is this simple question. If your home was on fire (or you were caught in a life/death situation), what one thing would you grab if you had only 60 seconds?
At almost the end of the movie, the main character figured this question out. She had initially taken it the easy way (and what everyone else would have expected her to do) instead of going on gut instincts, the truth, and fighting for what she really needed.
Many of us have 60 seconds that change our lives (for better or for worse) but some people never get that chance. I had 60 seconds with Donovan before the EMS arrived but I never got to say goodbye, I love you, or anything and neither did he. Do I regret not taking that chance? In a way, yes but I was also in a state of complete panic and shock.... The only thing I could do for him was call 911 and let them give him 6 more hours of life.
As a society, we are told to not say what we think (or feel) but to say was is considered by the world's standards as "nice". Please do yourself (and those that you love and care about) and say what you think. Otherwise, you may live to regret 60 seconds that could have changed everything.
More to follow....
At almost the end of the movie, the main character figured this question out. She had initially taken it the easy way (and what everyone else would have expected her to do) instead of going on gut instincts, the truth, and fighting for what she really needed.
Many of us have 60 seconds that change our lives (for better or for worse) but some people never get that chance. I had 60 seconds with Donovan before the EMS arrived but I never got to say goodbye, I love you, or anything and neither did he. Do I regret not taking that chance? In a way, yes but I was also in a state of complete panic and shock.... The only thing I could do for him was call 911 and let them give him 6 more hours of life.
As a society, we are told to not say what we think (or feel) but to say was is considered by the world's standards as "nice". Please do yourself (and those that you love and care about) and say what you think. Otherwise, you may live to regret 60 seconds that could have changed everything.
More to follow....
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Not getting in a hurry...
I got the following quote in my inbox this morning and got me itching to write so please bear with me.
Nothing can be more useful to you than a determination not to be hurried.
- Henry David Thoreau
Now, how many times do we catch ourselves rushing around (either driving or at home or at work)?? Nine times out of ten (if you're like me) ALL the time. Granted, I know the importance of having a schedule and trying to stick to that but then letting even that slide for a few minutes of instant gratification (ie: something spur of the moment that makes you feel great but not something that you just HAVE to HAVE).
It takes work to slow down and not rush things. It takes time to build true friendships, families, and understanding what God's plan is for us on earth. Even though I sometimes wish I knew a rough draft timeline so that I wouldn't wonder so much but, that's where faith comes in.... Right?
J and R have been good teachers of when to rush and when not too and sometimes, R calls me on when I get tooo rushed and ask the all important question of why.
I hope all of us take the time to slow down this week, let God do His own thing with our lives and strive to do what's right.
More to follow....
Nothing can be more useful to you than a determination not to be hurried.
- Henry David Thoreau
Now, how many times do we catch ourselves rushing around (either driving or at home or at work)?? Nine times out of ten (if you're like me) ALL the time. Granted, I know the importance of having a schedule and trying to stick to that but then letting even that slide for a few minutes of instant gratification (ie: something spur of the moment that makes you feel great but not something that you just HAVE to HAVE).
It takes work to slow down and not rush things. It takes time to build true friendships, families, and understanding what God's plan is for us on earth. Even though I sometimes wish I knew a rough draft timeline so that I wouldn't wonder so much but, that's where faith comes in.... Right?
J and R have been good teachers of when to rush and when not too and sometimes, R calls me on when I get tooo rushed and ask the all important question of why.
I hope all of us take the time to slow down this week, let God do His own thing with our lives and strive to do what's right.
More to follow....
Monday, April 4, 2011
The game!
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine on FB put on his status that he had 4 tickets to the Mavericks game on a Thursday night - for free! The only reason he couldn't go was because his son had a t-ball game that night... So, since I haven't been to a basketball game since college, I thought it was high time that I went.
Got the tickets and then had to message several girlfriends if they wanted to do a girls night out at the Mavs game. :) Needless to say, all 4 of us had a lot of fun and the Mavs definitely kept us on our toes the whole time..... They REALLY need to work on their defense!
Now the question is... Am I going to get lucky enough to find some free tickets again? Hope so! :)
More to follow....
Got the tickets and then had to message several girlfriends if they wanted to do a girls night out at the Mavs game. :) Needless to say, all 4 of us had a lot of fun and the Mavs definitely kept us on our toes the whole time..... They REALLY need to work on their defense!
Now the question is... Am I going to get lucky enough to find some free tickets again? Hope so! :)
More to follow....
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