So I promise I had English in college...

Last night I reread my last blog and HELLO, what, did I use three different tenses in one sentence? That really was horrible, I apologize.

On to other news:

My mom broke her wrist. She was playing tennis and fell while going back to hit an overhead. She says she has a funny apparatus on it, I can't wait to see it.

Bowen did qualify for speech therapy. He is at an 18 month level for receptive speech but only a 12 month level for the talking part. He is 16 months and had to have a 4 month delay to qualify so he bearly made it.

My cute phone is still lodged deep in the recesses of my car. Oh how I miss my pink phone...

t-minus too many days and counting till we go see baby Reegan.

I'm nervous about starting the "real" 1/2 marathon training.

It's hard being a mom.

This sentence is some of the best advice I've ever received. A couple of months after Laine was born, I was having a bad day. I was missing Laine and wishing I could be at home with her. I told one of my teacher friends my feeling and the sentence above it what she told me. She gave some explanation next, she has 3 children and she said that no matter if you stay at home or work outside of the home being a mom is a hard job to have. Whenever I'm down in the dumps about working or frustrated because I've been tending to needs non-stop, the knowledge that I'm doing something "hard" make me feel tough.

Sometimes though, sometimes, I wish it was easy. I wish I felt full of energy at the end of the day so I could play with Laine the way she wants me to. I wish I hadn't had my patience tested all day so I had some stored up when both kids are crying at the same time. I wish could sit down and read books to Bowen without thinking that I needed to be cleaning the kitchen or folding laundry.


Is there a good answer to this, no, because being a mom is hard. The good thing I that it's worth it. All the hard times fade when I get to watch Bowen learn how to turn in circles and make himself dizzy enough to fall down and giggle. The frustration fizzles when I hear Laine say how excited she is that it's a school day. The "hard" disappears when she comes up to me with tears in her eyes and says " I want to go to college now, I want to go to college and be a cheerleader"
What an awesome blessing God has given to me. I have the priveledge of nurturing and guiding two extraordinary children and watch what God has in store for them. That makes being a mom not so hard.

I just cleaned up shit, oh I mean poop, off the floor...

Of my kitchen! Poor Bowen! I picked him up from eating supper and there was a brownish liquid on his seat. Hmmm... I looked at his shorts and saw the telltale signs of poop leakage, you know the two stripes that look like panty lines? Yes, those. So I strip him and hose him off in the bathtub. I go to put a diaper on him and he has this HORRIBLE diaper rash. He screamed when I tried to put his diaper on so I thought a little fresh air would do him good. So he was happily playing naked squatting down to play his ladybug xylophone. That's when I heard a tooting sound...Only it wasn't just tooting, it was a shart only it was more sh- than -art. So I pick Bowen up because he wanted to sit down and I didn't want the nice pile (oh did I mention that this poop wasn't turds it was amoxicillin induced, maybe not quite diarrhea?) to be smeared. I put a diaper on the screaming boy and put both kids in his bedroom and shut the door. Then the debating began, how should I go about cleaning this up? Finally I decided that scraping it up with firm cardboard would be best. It was a great decision the poop went right on the cardboard and then I disinfected with bleach. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday Dear Reegan, Happy Birthday to you!
Can't wait to meet you!

Love
Heather

Bruiser

About 5:30 last night I was changing Bowen's diaper so that we could speed off to church. I finished and turned around to deposit it in the trash and I heard him fall on the floor. This was not an unusual event in itself, he falls lots, he's a toddler right? The sound that emitted from his mouth told me that something bad had happened. In all the times he has cried in his life, I had never heard this cry. I checked him over looking for blood in all the obvious places, nose, mouth, nothing. I carried him into the living room, Jonathan and I gave each other the look that said "Wow there's something wrong". About then Jonathan saw his face, a grim look came over him and I turned him around to see a HUGE goose egg forming right between his eyes. You could see the blood pooling under his skin, in the mean time he's still hollering all out. We get frozen veggies, place them on his head and he cries louder. I place a call to his doctor and start waiting, then he stops crying and his eyes start closing and rolling back in his head, that was it for me, off we went to Cooks. I won't go into the details of Cooks on a Sunday night but picture lots of people with germy kids waiting and waiting and waiting. I felt dirty when we left about 9:00. In the end, Bowen is great, there was nothing wrong. Here's what he looked like about 10 last night:

Jonathan? Are?

For the longest time instead of saying Daddy where are you Laine would say Daddy? Are? in a singsongy voice.

Jonathan is on a school trip to Big Bend, I've been a single parent since Friday night. I'm bushed! How did I take care of both kids and him after he broke his leg? I guess necessity. I can't wait for him to get back, he really is a big help with the kids.
Today was a great day for Laine. It was Grandparents day at her school, since no grandparents were available I invited Ryan to come instead. It ended up that Mere got to come too! I wish I could have been a fly on the wall. I know all of them enjoyed it.

this one's for you Robin!

Reasons I'm glad I'm not Robin:

People saying "You're STILL pregnant?!"
Getting up 14 times to pee at night
Waiting, waiting, waiting

Reasons I wish I was Robin:
Anticipation (waiting, but the good side of waiting)
Meeting the person growing inside you for 40 weeks
That newborn timetable, the only time that matters is when she ate last
Maternity leave
Sweet baby girls

OK so my pros outweigh my cons: should I have another baby?

In theory I would, in practice I might die of exaustion if I had three children

Birds and Britches

Here is a picture of Diego, he's the bird Dad and I found Sunday morning during our run. He was just sitting in the grass, cold and scared. I walked over to him and he hopped right on my finger! It was too cool. After a stop at Petsmart which cost mom a trillion dollars,Diego now resides in her classroom. Go, Diego, GO!







Here is my ultra cool family sporting giant underpants. I guess a little background is needed: When Mere was little she LOVED PeeWee's playhouse. Mom and Dad bought her a set of shows so we drug them out for Laine to watch. In one episode PeeWee does various things with a pair of giants underpants like making a "suave vest" with them. Before we knew it Dad came back from wal-mart and the pictures show what happened next!

On a side note I took said underpants to school this week and had giant underpant relay races, they were a hit, mostly.

It's raining, it's pouring!

It's a miracle! It's been so long since we've had a day of steady rain. On to other news:

I had a great time seeing my old teammates at the AHS tennis team reunion this weekend. We looked at pictures and watched videos of our state championship. We even played a little tennis.

I found a cockatiel! Outside! In the grass! I'll post the whole story with pics later.

Steve Irwin died. He was stung in the heart by a stingray, wow.

Be back later...