As I sit here on the computer I hear, right outside the window, my husband's laugh. The sweetest thing I have heard today.
Playing football with the boys......teaching.....talking....learning......and LAUGHING!
lyn
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Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 29, 2008
Easter 2008
1. Lantana
2. Passion Vine
3. Fuschia
4. Hummingbird Vine
5. Hyacinth
All from my mother's yard on Easter.
lyn
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Twelfth Anniversary
A meal to celebrate twelve years of marriage:
Steak Pizzaola with the works. Fresh salad, with Chosen One's favorite blue cheese dressing. Roasted zucchini and onions. Dessert served in the glasses we toasted our marriage with.
Served on china that was one of our many decisions we made together at the time. Do you remember picking out your wedding china? Not always an easy thing. Funny, we received enough settings for twelve! Eaten using new steak knives that I gave to The Chosen One. We have never had a decent set.
A wonderful dinner with my three favorite guys.
Steak Pizzaola with the works. Fresh salad, with Chosen One's favorite blue cheese dressing. Roasted zucchini and onions. Dessert served in the glasses we toasted our marriage with.
Served on china that was one of our many decisions we made together at the time. Do you remember picking out your wedding china? Not always an easy thing. Funny, we received enough settings for twelve! Eaten using new steak knives that I gave to The Chosen One. We have never had a decent set.
A wonderful dinner with my three favorite guys.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
It's shiny.....
and BIG!
As a combo Mother's/Father's Day present Chosen One and I bought this. He and Rowdy One are putting it together right now. And believe me the conversation is pretty dang funy between those two. Patience is a little thin and Rowdy One is up way past his bed time but I believe we may have a working grill when it is all said and done.
Wise One is off at Camp Auntie in this great city! I miss him terribly. I missed his before he left. I will really miss him tomorrow. And I will miss him more by Thursday because by then I will have had my fill of Rowdy One being the only child and missing Wise One much more than me! Last year he had a wonderful time and we all survived without him. I am sure this year will be the same!
Lyn
As a combo Mother's/Father's Day present Chosen One and I bought this. He and Rowdy One are putting it together right now. And believe me the conversation is pretty dang funy between those two. Patience is a little thin and Rowdy One is up way past his bed time but I believe we may have a working grill when it is all said and done.
Wise One is off at Camp Auntie in this great city! I miss him terribly. I missed his before he left. I will really miss him tomorrow. And I will miss him more by Thursday because by then I will have had my fill of Rowdy One being the only child and missing Wise One much more than me! Last year he had a wonderful time and we all survived without him. I am sure this year will be the same!
Lyn
They came!
Our caterpillars are back! We are very excited! We get to watch them from tiny little worm to big ole caterpillar and then many stay around and make their cocoons on our eaves so we get to continue watching their journey. Soon they will be beautiful butterflies, of the monarch sort!
Lyn
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Why DO I love this book.....
Let me count the ways.
I first spotted Why Do I Love These People by Po Bronson here. And then one day, totally by chance, I walk in the library and there it is. In. And waiting on me (I just know it was!). What are the chances? It had been checked out for months.
The first chapter was life changing for me. This book will be on my shelf for many years. I will smile at it. I will thank it. I will read it again and again.
Now the life changing part is not for everyone. Two years ago my little Rowdy One fell in a pool, fully clothed, while playing knights in shining armor with his brother. His sword fell in and he tried to reach it. He drowned. He had no pulse. He had blue lips. His life was saved by CPR. It was and has been a nightmare for me. I was there along with five other adults. The kids treat this house like there second home. They have swam in the pool and played in the yard, many times. They are familiar, as am I, to the surroundings. It was the day everyone had returned from evacuating for Hurricane Rita. We were all stressed out and this was supposed to be a relaxing evening. Grilling, the kids playing on the fort. It all changed rather quickly. The boys, my two and another that is Wise One's age, were in and out battling the villains that were attacking their fort. They were equipped with swords and a healthy imagination. They were all under foot or out on the fort. We were helping unpack boxes from the evacuation and telling stories about our trip. I went to the bathroom and then was frozen at what I was hearing. The other little boy came into tell his dad that Rowdy One was at the bottom of the pool. I was in a totally different part of the house and it was like he was whispering this information in my ear. I run to find my friend diving to the bottom of his pool to pull my child out. I will never forget what I saw and what went through my head. The nightmare began with those imagines.
At the hospital I had to face my parents and my husband, none of which were at the house. I had to face Wise One, who discovered his brother missing, and help him deal with what he saw and the guilt he felt. I had to answer questions from the drs. Look at the faces of the nurses. Deal with ALL the questions with the tone of how stupid a mother are you.!?
The whole while I had a vision in my head. A vision of Rowdy One struggling to reach the side. Calling for me. Wondering where his mother was. Why she was not there to help him. Save him. Why this water was taking him and his mommy was not helping him. I had a vision of him knowing he was drowning and struggling with it.
I have lived with this vision. At times it has consumed me. At times it has beaten me down. At times it makes it hard for me to breathe.
The next day he spoke of a bright light and reaching out for it, that is a whole nuther post. He spoke of falling in and not remembering after that. We got back in the water a week later. It was fall but we got in the very same swimming pool and swam. He didn't want to go under until the following summer. Now he swims like a fish and talks of getting to ride in an ambulance when he "drownded". That is all he remembers.
I on the other hand still struggle. I have a very hard time watching movies where someone is drowning. I have a very hard time reading about people drowning.
And then I opened this book.......and the first story is about a mother who almost drown. On the second page of the book this is what I read:
..... Some would say her soul was saying good-bye to her bag of bones. Some would say she experienced a hallucination caused either by lack of oxygen or by calming endorphins that numb the brain to alleviate the suffering of death. ......
Calming endorphins!!! What the hell are those and why has no one told me about them? A wave of emotion hit me. It was some relief to know that it very well may have been what happened to Rowdy One. He was taken care of by his amazing body. His fear was subdued.
There are loads of other explanations. Believe me, people feel free to share their opinions on this with me. There is still enough guilt to last me a lifetime. It didn't really alter that. But is was comforting to know that maybe, just maybe, Rowdy One didn't struggle like I imagined. Maybe.
He is a happy, healthy, rowdy one. He shows no ill effects.
I am a grateful, thankful mother. I grew a tremendous amount during this time. I still battle my demons. I am still overprotected. But this book gave me another look. Another side. Some comfort. It helped me grow more.
Thank you Mrs. Mmv for showing me this book. Thank you Mr. Bronson for writing this book. For helping these stories reach other people. It is an Honest and Amazing book of Real People.
Lyn
I first spotted Why Do I Love These People by Po Bronson here. And then one day, totally by chance, I walk in the library and there it is. In. And waiting on me (I just know it was!). What are the chances? It had been checked out for months.
The first chapter was life changing for me. This book will be on my shelf for many years. I will smile at it. I will thank it. I will read it again and again.
Now the life changing part is not for everyone. Two years ago my little Rowdy One fell in a pool, fully clothed, while playing knights in shining armor with his brother. His sword fell in and he tried to reach it. He drowned. He had no pulse. He had blue lips. His life was saved by CPR. It was and has been a nightmare for me. I was there along with five other adults. The kids treat this house like there second home. They have swam in the pool and played in the yard, many times. They are familiar, as am I, to the surroundings. It was the day everyone had returned from evacuating for Hurricane Rita. We were all stressed out and this was supposed to be a relaxing evening. Grilling, the kids playing on the fort. It all changed rather quickly. The boys, my two and another that is Wise One's age, were in and out battling the villains that were attacking their fort. They were equipped with swords and a healthy imagination. They were all under foot or out on the fort. We were helping unpack boxes from the evacuation and telling stories about our trip. I went to the bathroom and then was frozen at what I was hearing. The other little boy came into tell his dad that Rowdy One was at the bottom of the pool. I was in a totally different part of the house and it was like he was whispering this information in my ear. I run to find my friend diving to the bottom of his pool to pull my child out. I will never forget what I saw and what went through my head. The nightmare began with those imagines.
At the hospital I had to face my parents and my husband, none of which were at the house. I had to face Wise One, who discovered his brother missing, and help him deal with what he saw and the guilt he felt. I had to answer questions from the drs. Look at the faces of the nurses. Deal with ALL the questions with the tone of how stupid a mother are you.!?
The whole while I had a vision in my head. A vision of Rowdy One struggling to reach the side. Calling for me. Wondering where his mother was. Why she was not there to help him. Save him. Why this water was taking him and his mommy was not helping him. I had a vision of him knowing he was drowning and struggling with it.
I have lived with this vision. At times it has consumed me. At times it has beaten me down. At times it makes it hard for me to breathe.
The next day he spoke of a bright light and reaching out for it, that is a whole nuther post. He spoke of falling in and not remembering after that. We got back in the water a week later. It was fall but we got in the very same swimming pool and swam. He didn't want to go under until the following summer. Now he swims like a fish and talks of getting to ride in an ambulance when he "drownded". That is all he remembers.
I on the other hand still struggle. I have a very hard time watching movies where someone is drowning. I have a very hard time reading about people drowning.
And then I opened this book.......and the first story is about a mother who almost drown. On the second page of the book this is what I read:
..... Some would say her soul was saying good-bye to her bag of bones. Some would say she experienced a hallucination caused either by lack of oxygen or by calming endorphins that numb the brain to alleviate the suffering of death. ......
Calming endorphins!!! What the hell are those and why has no one told me about them? A wave of emotion hit me. It was some relief to know that it very well may have been what happened to Rowdy One. He was taken care of by his amazing body. His fear was subdued.
There are loads of other explanations. Believe me, people feel free to share their opinions on this with me. There is still enough guilt to last me a lifetime. It didn't really alter that. But is was comforting to know that maybe, just maybe, Rowdy One didn't struggle like I imagined. Maybe.
He is a happy, healthy, rowdy one. He shows no ill effects.
I am a grateful, thankful mother. I grew a tremendous amount during this time. I still battle my demons. I am still overprotected. But this book gave me another look. Another side. Some comfort. It helped me grow more.
Thank you Mrs. Mmv for showing me this book. Thank you Mr. Bronson for writing this book. For helping these stories reach other people. It is an Honest and Amazing book of Real People.
Lyn
Friday, May 04, 2007
Big Plans
Wise One turns NINE on Sunday.
Nine years old.
Not eight. One less than ten. Oh, the poor mother's heart!
We have a movie sleepover planned for Saturday. We will be veiwing: Back to the Future, Space Jam and Night at the Museum. We will have pizza, popcorn and cupcakes and share them with two family friends. So that will be four boys under the age of ten to watch giggle and act silly and make loads of bodily functions, I am sure!
Then on Sunday we will go here as a family to see this exhibit.
I really can't believe he is NINE!!!
Lyn
Nine years old.
Not eight. One less than ten. Oh, the poor mother's heart!
We have a movie sleepover planned for Saturday. We will be veiwing: Back to the Future, Space Jam and Night at the Museum. We will have pizza, popcorn and cupcakes and share them with two family friends. So that will be four boys under the age of ten to watch giggle and act silly and make loads of bodily functions, I am sure!
Then on Sunday we will go here as a family to see this exhibit.
I really can't believe he is NINE!!!
Lyn
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Wonderful Day!
The weather was nice. The company was great! What a wonderful family day it was.
We first headed to a Native American Pow-wow, a wonderful heads up from our homeschooling group we still stay in contact with. While we didn't get to see the dancers like we had hoped we saw plenty of artwork, handmade jewlery and Native American tools and weapons. We also tasted a bison wrap on homemade fried bread. Fried bread, I say! YUM-EEE! Rowdy One and I even tried a bit of white sage. Rowdy One declared it to be much like he thought a leaf would taste. I, on the other hand, thougth it to be a bit methol-y.
Next we headed over to Froberg's. Now as long as we have lived in this area and heard of this place this was our first visit. And we will surely be going back. We enjoyed picking our own ruby ripe strawberries and tasting sausage from the smokehouse. We brought home dinner of fresh asparagus, fresh green beans, ribs and sausage. And a wonderful homemade lemon pie.
Wise One and Rowdy One enjoyed being with us and being outside on a beautiful day. I enjoyed making some weekend memories. Chosen One enjoyed the change of pace.
Come on spring time. I think I might just be ready for you!
Lyn
We first headed to a Native American Pow-wow, a wonderful heads up from our homeschooling group we still stay in contact with. While we didn't get to see the dancers like we had hoped we saw plenty of artwork, handmade jewlery and Native American tools and weapons. We also tasted a bison wrap on homemade fried bread. Fried bread, I say! YUM-EEE! Rowdy One and I even tried a bit of white sage. Rowdy One declared it to be much like he thought a leaf would taste. I, on the other hand, thougth it to be a bit methol-y.
Next we headed over to Froberg's. Now as long as we have lived in this area and heard of this place this was our first visit. And we will surely be going back. We enjoyed picking our own ruby ripe strawberries and tasting sausage from the smokehouse. We brought home dinner of fresh asparagus, fresh green beans, ribs and sausage. And a wonderful homemade lemon pie.
Wise One and Rowdy One enjoyed being with us and being outside on a beautiful day. I enjoyed making some weekend memories. Chosen One enjoyed the change of pace.
Come on spring time. I think I might just be ready for you!
Lyn
Monday, March 12, 2007
Just when I think I get a handle....
I realize I have a handle on NOTHING!
This poor little blog has become very quiet in the last several weeks. For those that read it...hang in there with me. I have a friend who lives far, far, VERY far away from me who reads it to keep tabs on me. Non ~ I am fine just taking it day by day and that sometimes doesn't allow me to blog. And then there are those whom I have never met that give me encouragement and prayer through this blog. I still need the prayers, especially when I am not blogging!
There is just so much going on in my head these days. It is all a little overwhelming to a simple girl like me. I try to write it, hell I try to think it, and it gets all jumbled and senseless so I just keep it tucked in my head. Some days, that is not a good idea. So if you come here and read a jumbled mess don't worry I am safe and sound, I have plenty real life people around me that know my struggles. I am well taken care of......sometimes I just need a place to release all the stuff in my head. And that place is this little ole blog. It started as a place to document my funnies, my adventures with my family and my deep serious thougths. It has become the place to documents all the tough things in my life. One day I hope it comes back to where it started.
*****funny of the day*****
This weekend I purchased one of these for Chosen One. Rowdy One was looking at it this morning and said, "Is this for daddy to polish his meat with that butter water?" after a giggle and shake of the my head it occured to me how funny his mind must be, or any kid for that matter. The way they think about things. The way they make the world work for them so that it makes sense.
Lyn
This poor little blog has become very quiet in the last several weeks. For those that read it...hang in there with me. I have a friend who lives far, far, VERY far away from me who reads it to keep tabs on me. Non ~ I am fine just taking it day by day and that sometimes doesn't allow me to blog. And then there are those whom I have never met that give me encouragement and prayer through this blog. I still need the prayers, especially when I am not blogging!
There is just so much going on in my head these days. It is all a little overwhelming to a simple girl like me. I try to write it, hell I try to think it, and it gets all jumbled and senseless so I just keep it tucked in my head. Some days, that is not a good idea. So if you come here and read a jumbled mess don't worry I am safe and sound, I have plenty real life people around me that know my struggles. I am well taken care of......sometimes I just need a place to release all the stuff in my head. And that place is this little ole blog. It started as a place to document my funnies, my adventures with my family and my deep serious thougths. It has become the place to documents all the tough things in my life. One day I hope it comes back to where it started.
*****funny of the day*****
This weekend I purchased one of these for Chosen One. Rowdy One was looking at it this morning and said, "Is this for daddy to polish his meat with that butter water?" after a giggle and shake of the my head it occured to me how funny his mind must be, or any kid for that matter. The way they think about things. The way they make the world work for them so that it makes sense.
Lyn
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
My Mother in Law
I remember before I was married the horror stories some had a their mother in laws. I had some girlfriends who had real "made for TV" encounters with their mother in laws. But me, I got lucky. I lived in a garage apartment above my in laws for 3 years and couldn't have been happier. When we moved to our first house I had to go through all the emotions of "leaving home" again.
We did have our ups and downs but we could always talk about them. Work through them. They never festered. I have the same relationship with my father in law. We can agree to disagree and be fine with it.
As a mother of five sons I think the daughter in law thing was overwhelming at times. Some of us she got along with better than others. As long as we treated her boys well she was happy. Her loyalty to them was fierce. She was the truest of mother hens. Many days when I make that reference it is my mother in law I am modeling after.
She taught me many things in her kitchen. Many things about our shared religion. She guided me down many paths I may have never found with out her. We made a quilt together. I would cut, she would sew. I designed, she made it work. She taught me to use leftovers in very creative ways. And that sometimes that little something special is a warm cake right out of the oven, no icing needed. She taught me that prayer is sometimes all we have to offer. And that giving to God is as necessary as breathing.
One Easter I had given up chocolate for Lent. She called me down at 11:30 pm to help her make up the Easter candy table for our family Easter party the next day and as soon as the grandfather clock in her living room struck midnight she pulled out my very own bag of chocolates. And she sat and ate it with me as we giggled. I can remember that like it was yesterday and it was more than nine years ago.
She came to the hospital when Wise One was born. Traveled 45 min to get there. All my other sister in laws told me how surprised they were. She had not come to the hospital when their babies were born. I felt very special. But I also felt my son was not just my own. It was her baby, having a baby and she was so proud of Chosen One. Not taking anything away from her other sons, but Chosen One was her baby and things were just different at times with him. She was a little more protective. A little more forgiving of his mistakes.
When she suffered her first stroke about two years ago I greived the mother in law I had known. Her personality changed and I missed her dearly. When the cancer with discovered a year later I almost couldn't hold it together at times. I knew what was coming. It mirrored what happened to my grandmother when I was eleven years old. I knew what was coming and I knew I would be a part of caring for this woman who had given me so much. Mainly, her fifth son.
The night before she passed we all spent the night at her house. We all slept in the same room with her. If she could have sat up and seen it I am sure she would have laughed. It looked like a big ole slumber party. In her honor. When she took her last breath the next morning we were all with her. Surrounding the bed, praying and lifting her up.
I am glad the cancer has released her. I am glad she is with all those she loved that passed before her. I am glad she is at peace.
But I miss her. I miss her in the depths of my bones. I miss her gentle smile. I miss her laugh and her squeezes she gave my sons. And I miss seeing her eyes light up at the sight of Chosen One. And his eyes lighting in return.
Lyn
We did have our ups and downs but we could always talk about them. Work through them. They never festered. I have the same relationship with my father in law. We can agree to disagree and be fine with it.
As a mother of five sons I think the daughter in law thing was overwhelming at times. Some of us she got along with better than others. As long as we treated her boys well she was happy. Her loyalty to them was fierce. She was the truest of mother hens. Many days when I make that reference it is my mother in law I am modeling after.
She taught me many things in her kitchen. Many things about our shared religion. She guided me down many paths I may have never found with out her. We made a quilt together. I would cut, she would sew. I designed, she made it work. She taught me to use leftovers in very creative ways. And that sometimes that little something special is a warm cake right out of the oven, no icing needed. She taught me that prayer is sometimes all we have to offer. And that giving to God is as necessary as breathing.
One Easter I had given up chocolate for Lent. She called me down at 11:30 pm to help her make up the Easter candy table for our family Easter party the next day and as soon as the grandfather clock in her living room struck midnight she pulled out my very own bag of chocolates. And she sat and ate it with me as we giggled. I can remember that like it was yesterday and it was more than nine years ago.
She came to the hospital when Wise One was born. Traveled 45 min to get there. All my other sister in laws told me how surprised they were. She had not come to the hospital when their babies were born. I felt very special. But I also felt my son was not just my own. It was her baby, having a baby and she was so proud of Chosen One. Not taking anything away from her other sons, but Chosen One was her baby and things were just different at times with him. She was a little more protective. A little more forgiving of his mistakes.
When she suffered her first stroke about two years ago I greived the mother in law I had known. Her personality changed and I missed her dearly. When the cancer with discovered a year later I almost couldn't hold it together at times. I knew what was coming. It mirrored what happened to my grandmother when I was eleven years old. I knew what was coming and I knew I would be a part of caring for this woman who had given me so much. Mainly, her fifth son.
The night before she passed we all spent the night at her house. We all slept in the same room with her. If she could have sat up and seen it I am sure she would have laughed. It looked like a big ole slumber party. In her honor. When she took her last breath the next morning we were all with her. Surrounding the bed, praying and lifting her up.
I am glad the cancer has released her. I am glad she is with all those she loved that passed before her. I am glad she is at peace.
But I miss her. I miss her in the depths of my bones. I miss her gentle smile. I miss her laugh and her squeezes she gave my sons. And I miss seeing her eyes light up at the sight of Chosen One. And his eyes lighting in return.
Lyn
Monday, February 12, 2007
Happy Birthday Chosen One!
Thirty-four years old. Three and a Four. Thirty-three plus one. Six years till forty. Anyway you look at it one year older. One year wiser. One year tired-er. One year maturer. One more year of past experiences. One more year of a few gray hairs!
I am so glad I am taking this ride with you. You know how to make me laugh at my lowest. Make me smile through my tears. And make me giggle till my sides hurt. You make me....me.
Happy thirty-fourth birthday!!!!
Lyn
I am so glad I am taking this ride with you. You know how to make me laugh at my lowest. Make me smile through my tears. And make me giggle till my sides hurt. You make me....me.
Happy thirty-fourth birthday!!!!
Lyn
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Smiles.
As Rowdy One was getting ready for his bath .....
"Mommy, sometimes my tummy hurts and I think I need to go to the bathroom but then I let out a toot and I feel better."
"Yes, sweetie, that is called passing gas."
"Did that happen to you when you were a kid?"
"Well, yeah, and it still happens to me now."
"Awe man, you mean it can happen any time in your life?"
Blink. Blink. Smile. Smile.
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More smiles over the phone when a friend calls to tell me all the good things that happened to her today. Really, just simple everyday things that she received great happiness from.
Smile. Smile.
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A wonderful email from a friend with a list of what makes her smile.
It is nice to have a friend so content with her life. Even if she is thousands of miles away and I miss her terribly. Just knowing that her choice to move, a thousand miles away!, have brought her great joy make me...
Smile. Smile. Smile.
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A sweet little arm wrapping around my neck, as I type on the computer, asking me to come lay down with him.
Smile. Smile. BIG smiles.......
Off to read bedtime stories and cuddle with one of my favorite guys!
Lyn
"Mommy, sometimes my tummy hurts and I think I need to go to the bathroom but then I let out a toot and I feel better."
"Yes, sweetie, that is called passing gas."
"Did that happen to you when you were a kid?"
"Well, yeah, and it still happens to me now."
"Awe man, you mean it can happen any time in your life?"
Blink. Blink. Smile. Smile.
**************************************************************
More smiles over the phone when a friend calls to tell me all the good things that happened to her today. Really, just simple everyday things that she received great happiness from.
Smile. Smile.
**************************************************************
A wonderful email from a friend with a list of what makes her smile.
It is nice to have a friend so content with her life. Even if she is thousands of miles away and I miss her terribly. Just knowing that her choice to move, a thousand miles away!, have brought her great joy make me...
Smile. Smile. Smile.
**************************************************************
A sweet little arm wrapping around my neck, as I type on the computer, asking me to come lay down with him.
Smile. Smile. BIG smiles.......
Off to read bedtime stories and cuddle with one of my favorite guys!
Lyn
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Positive Thoughts
In looking for some positive things today I found this:
"If you pay attention to the darkness, you'll never find the light."
Yeah, okay, I can go with that.
Positive List for TODAY:
Boys talking, with excitment, about school.
Visiting with a friend.
Chosen One cooking fried shrimp.
Comments from blog friends to let me know they care.
Four Legged One, that dog really makes me smile.
Cleaning out the pantry and reorganizing.
No where I had to be today.
Lyn
"If you pay attention to the darkness, you'll never find the light."
Yeah, okay, I can go with that.
Positive List for TODAY:
Boys talking, with excitment, about school.
Visiting with a friend.
Chosen One cooking fried shrimp.
Comments from blog friends to let me know they care.
Four Legged One, that dog really makes me smile.
Cleaning out the pantry and reorganizing.
No where I had to be today.
Lyn
Friday, November 10, 2006
Eleven Years
Eleven LOOONNNGGGG years! heheeh, just kidding Chosen One.
Tomorrow we will celebrate the Veteran's and celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary.
Eleven years: two kids, three pregnancies, two dogs, two cats, seven vehicles, ten jobs, two homes. Yep, that is what we have gone through in eleven years. Now when you look deeper into all these you will see the life we have lived! Oh the ups! Oh the downs....... Oh the fun! Oh the "what the heck was I thinking" and better yet "what the heck were you thinking". The sleepless nights, due to illness, babies, fights or having to much fun! The tight money situations that never seem to go away. The talks that make us feel so much better. The talks that make us crack up!
Who else would I want to live this life with? None other than the Chosen One. I am so glad we decided to get married. While I think back and know we had NO idea what we were really getting in to, I do believe God put us together for the long haul. Put us together for each other.
I love you Chosen One. Happy Anniversary!
Lyn
Tomorrow we will celebrate the Veteran's and celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary.
Eleven years: two kids, three pregnancies, two dogs, two cats, seven vehicles, ten jobs, two homes. Yep, that is what we have gone through in eleven years. Now when you look deeper into all these you will see the life we have lived! Oh the ups! Oh the downs....... Oh the fun! Oh the "what the heck was I thinking" and better yet "what the heck were you thinking". The sleepless nights, due to illness, babies, fights or having to much fun! The tight money situations that never seem to go away. The talks that make us feel so much better. The talks that make us crack up!
Who else would I want to live this life with? None other than the Chosen One. I am so glad we decided to get married. While I think back and know we had NO idea what we were really getting in to, I do believe God put us together for the long haul. Put us together for each other.
I love you Chosen One. Happy Anniversary!
Lyn
Friday, June 16, 2006
Father's Day
This weekend with be the Chosen One's eighth father's day. Eight years being a father, growing as a father, thinking as a father. Man, time flies when you are sleep deprived, money deprived and having the time of your life!!!!
Funny, I don't remember much of our time before we were parents. I mean I remember bits and pieces but not much day to day. What did we do with our time?!?
Fatherhood changes a man. The Chosen One was one of those kids that went down your street with his music to loud and when he had friends over you knew exactly what they were doing because they were rowdy and loud. Now that he is a father you should hear him when a radio is to loud! Really, it is humorous. He has even threatened to call the police on a couple of neighbor kids that are having fun a little to late! My how times change when you enter fatherhood. I laugh and tell him he is being silly that he was once "one of those" and I am sure at some point our boys will be "one of them" and he doesn't see the humor. Not even a little bit. And then there are times that I catch him as his younger self with our boys and it makes me smile. He becomes a kid again on so many levels and the heavens open up and laugh themselves at all the rowdiness.
In honor of eight years of fatherhood I leave eight wonderful things about the Chosen One, who is an amazing father.
1. The sight of my three guys all in the recliner watching "the game" and daddy explaining to the younger set all the rules and how it is played.
2. Playing catch in the front yard and getting something stuck on the roof then figuring out a way to get said object off the roof. All the while with little feet right behind you.
3. The talks while showering or bathing the boys. Really, loads of questions are asked at this time and with all the attention focused on them, bath time really is the best time.
4. When it is storming and 4 extra legs climb in bed and you move over to make room.
5. Our dog and how you pressured me into get getting him, "for the boys". One of the best things you ever stood your ground on!
6. Flying a kite.
7. Helping me understand they are growing and I have to slowly let them go. You balance me out at the most difficult times and I am so very thankful.
8. One of the ways you keep the boys happy is to keep their momma happy. And you win the prize at this one!
I love you! Happy Father's Day, Chosen One.
Lyn
Funny, I don't remember much of our time before we were parents. I mean I remember bits and pieces but not much day to day. What did we do with our time?!?
Fatherhood changes a man. The Chosen One was one of those kids that went down your street with his music to loud and when he had friends over you knew exactly what they were doing because they were rowdy and loud. Now that he is a father you should hear him when a radio is to loud! Really, it is humorous. He has even threatened to call the police on a couple of neighbor kids that are having fun a little to late! My how times change when you enter fatherhood. I laugh and tell him he is being silly that he was once "one of those" and I am sure at some point our boys will be "one of them" and he doesn't see the humor. Not even a little bit. And then there are times that I catch him as his younger self with our boys and it makes me smile. He becomes a kid again on so many levels and the heavens open up and laugh themselves at all the rowdiness.
In honor of eight years of fatherhood I leave eight wonderful things about the Chosen One, who is an amazing father.
1. The sight of my three guys all in the recliner watching "the game" and daddy explaining to the younger set all the rules and how it is played.
2. Playing catch in the front yard and getting something stuck on the roof then figuring out a way to get said object off the roof. All the while with little feet right behind you.
3. The talks while showering or bathing the boys. Really, loads of questions are asked at this time and with all the attention focused on them, bath time really is the best time.
4. When it is storming and 4 extra legs climb in bed and you move over to make room.
5. Our dog and how you pressured me into get getting him, "for the boys". One of the best things you ever stood your ground on!
6. Flying a kite.
7. Helping me understand they are growing and I have to slowly let them go. You balance me out at the most difficult times and I am so very thankful.
8. One of the ways you keep the boys happy is to keep their momma happy. And you win the prize at this one!
I love you! Happy Father's Day, Chosen One.
Lyn
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
What makes our house happy
Dinner: Pizza, each our own little personal size
Entertainment: The Benchmark Barbershp Quartet at our local high school. Then home in time to catch this on the Discovery Channel. Then on to Fox to watch the rest of some baseball!
What more could a family ask for for a night of family enjoyment.
Oh yeah, me and The Chosen One hide the cinnamon sticks until the lightweights went to bed. There are perks to being the grown ups!
And then being able to retire to a warm bed looking at the new catalog that came in the mail, life is good!
Enjoy,
Lyn
Entertainment: The Benchmark Barbershp Quartet at our local high school. Then home in time to catch this on the Discovery Channel. Then on to Fox to watch the rest of some baseball!
What more could a family ask for for a night of family enjoyment.
Oh yeah, me and The Chosen One hide the cinnamon sticks until the lightweights went to bed. There are perks to being the grown ups!
And then being able to retire to a warm bed looking at the new catalog that came in the mail, life is good!
Enjoy,
Lyn
Note to self:
Next time The Chosen One does the shopping make sure he understands that one ALWAYS buys the biggest package of toliet paper with whatever the biggest roll is *big mega store* is offering at the time. Whether it is triple or quatro size...ONE.BUYS.IT.
Just push the cart by the small, itty, bitty, I am man and I live alone roll. Seriously, a family of 4 can not survive on the single roll 4 pack for more than about 8 hours.
Giggle,
Lyn
Just push the cart by the small, itty, bitty, I am man and I live alone roll. Seriously, a family of 4 can not survive on the single roll 4 pack for more than about 8 hours.
Giggle,
Lyn
Sunday, April 23, 2006
You know the ones....
well, my family was "the ones". You know, the ones, that are in the store with rowdy kids who talk loud and run and touch EVERY. BLOOMIN. THING. IN. THE. PLACE. Yep, that was us. The ones that when we leave all the store clerks breathe a deep sigh since they had been holding their breath since we entered the store and the fun began.
Place: local Academy Sporting Goods Store
Mission: buy the whole family new running shoes
Once the said shoes were placed on Rowdy One and Wise One's feet the running began. And the jumping. And the skipping. And the racing. And the hopping. And the hollering, laughing, hooping, shouting and giggling began. The noise level in an already pretty noisy store jumped about 5 decimals. I. KID. YOU. NOT.
It was tense at moments and then I realized, this is life for a little boy. NEW SHOES on their feet....how can a boy be still. and quiet. and contained.
The running has not let up much. The shoes "are the fastest we ever had mommy".
Awe. Movement is what they are made for. Why try to stop it. Just sit back and enjoy the fun. And maybe some up tight person will loosen up a bit. Or run the next time they see this family coming into a store that sells shoes.
Run and jump today,
Lyn
Place: local Academy Sporting Goods Store
Mission: buy the whole family new running shoes
Once the said shoes were placed on Rowdy One and Wise One's feet the running began. And the jumping. And the skipping. And the racing. And the hopping. And the hollering, laughing, hooping, shouting and giggling began. The noise level in an already pretty noisy store jumped about 5 decimals. I. KID. YOU. NOT.
It was tense at moments and then I realized, this is life for a little boy. NEW SHOES on their feet....how can a boy be still. and quiet. and contained.
The running has not let up much. The shoes "are the fastest we ever had mommy".
Awe. Movement is what they are made for. Why try to stop it. Just sit back and enjoy the fun. And maybe some up tight person will loosen up a bit. Or run the next time they see this family coming into a store that sells shoes.
Run and jump today,
Lyn
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