Sometimes I need a little inspiration, here's today's.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but do not quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.


Wee Bit Wednesday

{one} have you ever been stuck in an elevator?
I think maybe once, but it was only a couple of minutes and I was pretty young. 

{two} have you ever ridden on an elephant?
No, but I couldn't imagine how exciting that would be. 

{three} have you ever met a well known celebrity?
Not met them...only seen them (or should I say stalked them?)

{four} do you have any food allergies?
No, thank goodness. Nolan is allergic to eggs, it made Easter interesting. 

{five} do you know how to sew?
I used to but not anymore. 

{six} did you get an allowance when you were young?
From my daddy

{seven} how often do you fill up your gas tank?
Several times a week, my job is all about driving all over the place and being out in the field. The high gas prices are killing my wallet (I do get paid for mileage from my job but not enough to cover these prices now)

{eight} have you ever been stung by a jelly fish?
No, but one did land in my swim top a couple years ago. Fun. 

{nine} have you ever been robbed?
No, thank goodness. 

{ten} what is the worst haircut you’ve ever had?
September 2008. I remember it so well (not because I looked like a child but it was our anniversary getaway weekend...my last vacation before my babes came along, can you tell I need a vaca?). Anyways, Dennis got me a haircut at the Ritz and I was super excited. I came out of it looking like Suri. Yes. I said SURI. As in Suri Cruise. I was so upset. I guess I made it work but I constantly felt like Suri and when I looked in the mirror I saw her. Yuck. 


My Dear Bubby

I recently bought a new camera and when it came I forgot to order a card for the damn thing. So we searched around the house for ones we have in other cameras and finally found one. We popped it in the camera and up came several pictures of Nolan that I don't even remember. It's like Christmas. I miss the newborn Nolan but I love who he has become. He is such a strong person and deeply loving. Nolan loves his brother like no other. He will bang on the infant room window until they show him his brother to make sure he is okay. When I bring Kaleb in his car seat to the toddler room to pick up Nolan, the other toddlers gather around to look at the new baby. Nolan runs to them pushes their hands off the carrier and yells "NO!" at them. And then he proceeds to rock Kaleb in his carrier. He has to kiss Kaleb goodnight, every night. He brings Kaleb his bottles, has even held them for me before and "fed" Kaleb on his own. I prayed for this out of Nolan before I had Kaleb but never thought this would happen. I knew that Kaleb would need a really strong person in his life, a protector, a best friend, and a brother. They have even begun "playing". Nolan will get Kaleb's toys out and wave them in front of him, Kaleb will smile and laugh and coo. Anytime Kaleb sees Nolan he grins. The first smiles we ever got from Kaleb were when Nolan would kiss him goodnight. I am such a lucky mommy. We've been through so much in the past 7 months, but this is a learning experience and both of my children are teaching me life lessons. I wouldn't trade these experiences for anything.


Blog Hop!

Sippy Cups and Cloth Bums


A button-- FINALLY!!!

I know you all have been waiting for so so long, but I have FINALLY figured out how to make a damn button. I also finally found the time to do this, which happens to be at nearly 3am (tomorrow is going to suck)

Anyway, I would really love for you guys to put my button on your blog, like....really really like for you to. Then that would give me some sort of purpose for being up at THREE A.M.

Also, I have a wonderful new blog layout *squee*



Getting to know YOU

Linking up with mannland5 for some "Getting to know YOU"

1. do you watch/read the news?
I watch the news in the morning and then read when I'm at work. 
2. how would you describe your "look"?
3. did you play sports in high school or college?
4. would you rather give up lipstick/gloss or high heels?
High heels, I guess you could say I use gloss more than heels. 
5. what's your favorite show to watch on tv?
Too many-- Greys, Community, How I met Your Mother, Raising Hope, anything Kardashian, Amazing Race, 48 Hours Mystery, The First 48, CSI: Las Vegas. I guess I'll stop there. 
6. would you rather bake or cook?
7. shorts or skirts?
8. what's your favorite scary movie?
I don't really watch scary movies, but I think the name of it is called Disturbed? With the crazy neighbor? I can't remember but it's pretty good. 


This has gotta be the good life

Oh this has gotta be the good life 

This has gotta be the good life 

This could really be a good life, good life 

Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight 

Like this city is on fire tonight 

This could really be a good life 
A good, good life 

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out 

Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now 

We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e 
What there is to complain about 

When you're happy like a fool 

Let it take you over 

When everything is out 
You gotta take it in 


I feel like there might be something that I'll miss 

I feel like the window closes oh so quick 
I'm taking a mental picture of you now 
'Cuz hopelessly 
The hope is we have so much to feel good about


The nudist, Pt 2

To add to my last update....

Shortly after I posted my nudist blog, Nolan learned how to officially take off his pants which only led to more nudist toddler. I took tons of photos and a video which hopefully I can post tonight. Umm...what do I do now?

The nudist

Apparently I have a nudist in the family. 
His name is Nolan. 
This morning [actually this afternoon] when I went to wake him up for the day [yes he still had not woken up and I figured 1:30 pm was a little too late] I walked into his room and saw him sitting in his crib. I was relieved that he had somehow not gotten out of his crib, he's starting to learn [phew, disaster averted]. But as I got closer I realized that all was not right. He was naked. Dennis had put him to bed last night but I was pretty sure he wouldn't put him to bed naked. As I looked over the railing of his crib he picked up his dirty diaper from next to him, handed it to me, and said "ca-ca". Clearly the worst case scenario here would be if he actually did have ca-ca but thankfully he didn't. Nolan just likes to call anything he does not agree with or like, "ca-ca". Okay, so my son learned how to take his diaper off. At first I was excited, I know that is a sign of getting close to wanting to potty train. Of course I put him on the potty and excitedly waited, for nothing. But that's okay, patience is the key right? Plus, he has used the big boy potty a few times so I'm fine with no potty today. I just hope he didn't potty in his bed, I didn't see a wet spot but I also must admit I didn't go searching for one [I'm exhausted, and laundry doesn't sound all that fun to me today]. 

Once we got on with our day my excitement for Nolan learning to take his diaper off quickly wore off [annoyingly quick]. I couldn't keep his diaper on for anything. I probably could have wrapped duct tape around his mid-section to hold the diaper in place and he would have gnawed through the duck tape [kidding, i swear i don't duct tape my kids]. My biggest mistake in the whole situation was not putting pants on my child. A t-shirt and diaper are just so much easier [i swore i'd never be one of THOSE mommies, but clearly I am]. So I got him pants and put them on, thankfully Nolan does not know how to take his pants off. About 20 minutes later Nolan realized that if he pulled his pants away from his stomach he could un-tape his diaper and basically pull it out of his pants. Now, this is just me throwing out random thoughts here but doesn't that sound like a much more difficult task than just pulling your pants down and taking your diaper off? 

How do you fix this problem? Is it time for pull ups? I'm pretty sure he doesn't know how to tear the sides away [of course i didn't think he could take his diaper off with pants still on either and clearly I was very wrong about that]. 

Whatever the solution is, I love my little nudist anyway. 


A day late?


I'm linking up! 

Sippy Cups and Cloth Bums

So what if I'm a day late? At this point in my life every is AT LEAST a day late [normally more like weeks late though]



If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together...
there is something you must always remember,
You are braver than you believe,
stronger than you seem,
and smarter than you think.
But the most important thing is,
even if we’re apart...
I’ll always be with you.
-- Winnie the Pooh

This has been a pretty rough weekend. Beginning Thursday night Kaleb started waking up in pain, reminiscent of the days before we knew he had a milk protein allergy and his intestines were bleeding. It hasn't gotten any better, only worse. We aren't sleeping. We stayed up until 3am this morning trying to get him to go to sleep [he normally goes to bed around 11pm and sleeps a full 8 hours]. We finally got him to sleep about an hour ago and that is the most he has slept in the past 24 hours. Poor thing . We took him to the doctor yesterday because he also had a fever of 102. With all of Kaleb's issues we can't risk it to say "ehhh it's just a viral thing" or whatever. You never know what could happen. They thought he may have a UTI but he was all clear so the doctor [not our normal doctor] just wrote it off as a virus or something. I tried to tell her he was in extreme pain at times, but obviously you can't get a diagnosis off how high pitched a cry is. I wish you could. I suspect there is something going on with his kidneys and ureters [remember-- his ureters are dilated which may indicate a blockage]. We weren't able to get in to see the Urologist until April 19th so until then we have to hope that his ureter issue isn't serious [stupid doctors]. We monitor his temperature almost too often and make sure he is doing all of the other things he's supposed to be doing. Our regular doctor is back tomorrow so we may take him back then since she knows all of his diagnoses [plus maybe she can wave her magical pediatrician wand and get us into the Urologist sooner...maybe?]. 

After the doctor's visit I was so drained. We waited forever for Kaleb to pee in his bag after they "bagged" him and were there past closing time. While we were at the doctors office I got a call from my aunt. I was hoping she was calling me back since I had left her a message earlier in the week and wasn't calling to tell me that my cousin passed away. I just knew she was just calling me back...but I was wrong. She told my my dear cousin, Patti, had passed away the night before. This was something we were expecting but that never makes it easier to deal with. Patti was diagnosed with breast cancer nearly 10 years ago and since then has battled cancer throughout her body. I found out the day after I had Kaleb, while I was sitting in the NICU that her cancer had spread to her brain and there was no more they could do for her. She was put in hospice, could not really communicate anymore (I couldn't even call her to tell her how much she meant to me once I found out and tell her I love her one more time), and she was only given a month to live. I was devastated. She's made it through so many treatments and battles and always had a smile on her face. She was the most positive person I have ever met and I mean that in the deepest way. She was giving and beautiful and so very caring. When we would talk she always asked how I was, how was my family, was I okay....she didn't fret and always made sure others around her were alright. I don't think this sort of thing should happen to anyone, but it's so frustrating that it happened to this person, she was truly one of a kind. The last time I saw her I was pregnant with Nolan, she was so supportive and offered to throw me a wedding shower. She has been a constant strength for me when it comes to issues with my dad. That's another thing. My dad and Patti were VERY close, I would venture to say they had a closer bond than him and I do. Recently my dad hasn't been able to talk about Patti without breaking down or getting upset. So naturally I worried about him, not only that but he's very sick these days. I worry that her passing is going to negatively affect his health. Patti was always there for my dad. I hope she knew how much that meant to me. I constantly have people checking up on my father to make sure he is okay, and with her I knew she would talk to him nearly daily and if there was a problem she would call me or get him help. I always knew I could call her and talk to her about my concerns about my "family" issues [I'm pretty secretive about those] and she always made me feel so much better. Thank you for everything you did for everyone Patti. We are all so lucky to have you in our lives, we are so blessed. Please watch over my family, especially Kaleb and show him to be as strong as you were through all of the ups and downs he will go through in life. I <3 you. 

 She LOVED the beach. 

Aunt Nancy, Uncle Bill, me, Patti, and Dad