Monday, February 25, 2008

The Big Birthday

My baby turned the Big 2 yrs old! What a nice day we had. We made a big fuss over him all day (which we do anyways) It's almost like he knew that it was "his" day. Not that he really understood what a "birthday" was but he knew it was something. He walked around all day saying "Happy Birthday to Baby Paul" LOL It was cute. I did it. I made the "Thomas" cake. It didn't quite come out like the picture I was trying to duplicate but it was ok. Just thank god that it was only family there cause it couldn't make a "Famous" debut anyplace else!






I wasn't sure what to get him cause god knows he has enough toys already BUT he's 2, and 2 is special. No scratch that, every birthday is special. So anyways, we ended up getting him a Step 2 TrainTable. He LOVES it! I like it cause after he's done playing it has a lid for it and it can be used as a little table. He plays with his cars and trains on this thing constantly. And because I took the coffee table out of my living room so he wouldn't get hurt, this adds a nice decor to my living room again.



The time came to sing the Birthday song and I didn't get any pictures of him standing at his cake (using the new coffeetable as a table) cause I was to busy video taping it and holding back the tears. What a feeling I had watching him. My eyes filled with tears. I'm a sap LOL Anyways, he's really not big on cake so he got to have the next best thing to it


Yes he got the entire gallon to dive into! Cause it was HIS birthday. And he was 2 and 2 is special. Thank god he didn't eat the entire gallon just a few spoonfuls and he was happy.


Another year has passed :-( I miss my "baby" but I'm enjoying this stage so much. I love that he talks with me (the best he can) and he still loves to cuddle. And cuddling is important because he won't be little forever.


Happy Birthday Baby Boy!










Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Will you give this to my daddy?

I rec'd this today via email - It brought tears to my eyes.......read on

As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support 'Red Fridays.'

Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen.

Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering.

When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.

Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.

Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said 'hi.'

The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her.

T he young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.

The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.

When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.

After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.' He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me t o tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.'

The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event.

As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.

We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.

RED FRIDAYS ----- Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority'. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers.

We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.
Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday - and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.

Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on.

The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is......We need your support and your prayers.

Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Again

Well here I go again looking for a new Blog Design. Valentine's Day is over so I have to pick something new. This will have to do till I find something different. I have some things to post but will do that later after I search for more layouts!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Time Flies

In less than 2 weeks, my little baby will be turning 2 years old. Where does the time go? I never believed people when they said that time will go by so fast. How right they were. I enjoy him more and more each day. He is finally starting to talk so much that each day is sometime new. Something new that he says or does and I look forward to it so much. This year I asked him who he wanted on his birthday cake and he said "Mommy" .........awww LOL well melt my heart! So I printed out pictures on the internet of Thomas the Train, Barney, Bob the Builder and a Tractor. He wants Thomas on his cake, so Thomas it is. Now mind you, I am no cake making wizard BUT I am going to give it a try. I bought everything I'm going to need to tackle this cake. I will have to post a picture of my final masterpiece. So then I asked him "What do you want for your birthday?" He said..."Presents" LOL I guess he likes "presents" in general and doesn't care what it is as long as it's a "present". I actually think he just likes to unwrap them. So I said, Ok presents but what else? He said "surprises" LOL So this year, he will receive both "Presents and Surprises" for his birthday!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Testing

Ok, so I'm testing out these new template things. I really have no idea what I'm doing and deleted "widgets"......what the heck are widgets?? Do they have anything to do with the little pictures I had on my sidebar cause they are gone now. Tooooooo late now!

I need to read more about this stuff and experiment without really screwing up my blog because I no idea in the world how to fix it!

Well it's late and my head hurts so more tomorrow!

Friday, January 25, 2008

Mommy Surprise

I have debated on whether or not to post this and have decided that there has to be other mommy's out there that will understand this post completely! WARNING: If you are sqeemish, stop reading right now!

Last Saturday afternoon/evening, we went to church as normal. Now we always sit in the front first few rows. My father in law is a canary in the choir so we are active members. Active members sit in the front rows.

Well anyways, we arrive and sit in the front. Grandma and Great Grandma are directly behind us (good thing)

Suddenly, I get this ........not so nice odor

I look around, who in the world made this terrible odor.......

I'm thinking to myself.......geesh, why did we have to sit right HERE, if I have to sniff this thru the entire mass!

Then it would fade......and come back........fade.....

Daddy P leans over and says, "What is that odor"?

I whisper, "I have no idea but I smell it for the rest of mass I'm going to die, it's disgusting!"

Daddy P says, "I think it's him"....pointing to my sweet little Baby P

"Noooooooooo, I don't think so I say".........

"Check his diaper".........

So I discreetly try and look in the back of his diaper (good thing inlaws are behind us!)

I can't see because...one, I'm trying to be discreet and two, he has on the cutest little jeans....they are fitting and won't let me "peek"

So I try and slide my hand down the back of his pants to try and pull the back out alittle so I can look.........

OMG.....ok so I know it's church but still.....OMG.

It IS him and I slid down alittle to far and OMG.......So I casually try and wipe my fingers off IN THE DIAPER and be discreet but FAST

I look at Daddy D........"As soon as we stand, give me the diaper bag, it's HIM"

I pick him up, grab the bag and now because we are active members and sit in the FRONT seat, I must walk down the center isle with a lovely smelling child.

It felt like all eyes were on me (which they probably were) and it was the longest walk of my life. I am sweating and I feel like my face is on fire.

So we go down to the bathroom and there is no place for him to lay down. GREAT!

I say...."Baby, please cooperate with mommy, ok?" I need you to cooperate with me!"

He looks scared, LOL (he's only 2!) Shakes his head yes..

So I pull his pants down and it's messy people! So I say, "Baby, bend over mommy's leg" So he does LOL thank god he cooperates when I need him too. So I get him all wiped up. The whole time poor child stood there........scared........must have been the panic in mommy's voice.

I get a nice, clean, fresh diaper on him and off we go.

Back to our seat, in the front row. The walk back was much easier.

Amen.

I have to say this was the 1st bad experience I had like this in his almost 2 years. I should be thankful.........and I was, and I was also in the perfect spot to be thankful!

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Responsibility



I love this child more then I ever thought was possible. I still sometimes overwhelm myself with the thought of raising him. In the sense of teaching him everything I can to grow up to be to a polite, respectable, loving, compassionate person. What an incredible responsibility.

I tell him “I Love you baby” more times than I can count in a day. He just shakes his head yes and smiles. He now says, Lub you mama” LOL……..I could just squeeze him to death!

All I can do is teach him the best I can. But there is so many things I wonder about…….

Is he eating enough?
Is he eating to much?
Does he feel good?
Is he tired?
Does his belly hurt?
Is his nose stuffy?
Is he tired?
Am I teaching him manners?
Do I hug him enough?
Do I hug him to much?
Do I explain enough things to him?
Do I explain to much?
Is he hot?
Is he cold?

And a million other thoughts………..

I think some of these thoughts will stay with me for as long as I am alive and others will go away once he can communicate better and let me know by actually talking and telling me things. Right now, at his age, it’s a guessing game.

A game I hope to win more than anything.

Does the worrying and wondering really ever go away??