Friday, September 28, 2007

Overheard conversations...

Today I was in the doctor's office, and I tried very hard NOT to hear the conversation going on between a young woman and and older woman, possibly a mother & her daughter. The conversation was completely heartbreaking. It was one of those awful cliche convos you never want to hear.....Here's a quick version:

Girl: But you can't make me.
Woman: Well, something has to be done.
Girl: It's my body and you can't do anything about it.
Woman: You live in my house, what I say goes.
Girl: Maybe I should go live with dad.
woman: You think your dad knows anything about raising babies? I raised you all by myself and you're not going to live with him. End of discussion.
Girl: (tears just roll down her face)
Woman: Stop crying.
Girl: (gets up and walks to the bathroom in the lobby still crying)

Just as she goes in the restroom, I looked up at the lady, and I was about in tears myself. I know this may sound strange but I looked away because I didnt want to cry. I looked down at my puzzle book, to see the card I was using as a bookmark. It was a business card which I had just found earlier this morning while going through an older purse. For some reason I stuck it in my puzzle book as a book mark. It was a pregnancy care center card. Can you believe it?

Well I sat there looking at the card, looking at the floor, quickly looking over at the woman, then back down to the floor, then to the card, etc. I was trying to figure out how to get this card to the girl without being obtrusive or overstepping boundaries. Just as I was getting enough courage to get up and give it to her, they called the young girl back to the back.

Ugh, I could've kicked myself. I'd waited to long and now there was no telling if she'd ever get to hear about the Pregnancy Care Center. My heart sunk, and again I was about in tears again, when they called my name. They asked me to go pee in a cup as usual, and as I was walking to the rest room, there was my chance! She was sitting there waiting to get her blood pressure taken! I gave it to her and said "I don't mean to intrude, but I hope this helps", gave her a quick smile, and went on my way.

Hopefully, she'll find out she has options. Although I know what it feels like when you feel like there aren't any.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Thanks Aprille & Rach!

Ok, ever since reading a post from my dear cousin Aprille and my sister Rachel about English Muffins, I've been craving them. And I finally just gave in and sent my lovely hubby to go buy some. What a darling he is....and not even one complaint either. Way to score big brownie points, hon!! I can't wait to toast them, and slob butter and jelly all over it, and dig in to each nook and every cranny!! Oh, and whats even better, is last week, I was watching Food Network, and Rachel Ray gave an idea about how to open english muffins in order to preserve the nooks and crannies!! YAAHOO!! So I give a big thanks to Aprille, Rachel, Kenney & Rachel ray for assisting me in my before bedtime snack. =)

Stretch marks...

Yeah, so my sister has none, and has awesome pregnancies. She sucks, but I still love her. Since she posted a belly shot of her stretch mark-less belly, here's a lovely picture for those of us who weren't so fortunate....(This is me & Makenna almost 26 weeks!)

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Blast from the Past...

As you might know, I'm quite fond of game shows. On top of game shows, I love watching people who clearly use steriods kick contestants butts while wearing spandex and big hair. Yes, that's right. I'm talking about American Gladiators. I've got "exciting" news for all, and wanted to share! NBC is currently taking applications for contestants for the updated version of the show. So, if you're up for some spandex, I say, hey GO FOR IT. You might just get to say "Yeah, I remember when some guy named Lazer or Tazer or one of those "azers" kicked my butt on national tv!"

My new fave song...

I love this song, and she's pretty cool.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Success on the Road!

Well, Friday we left NC for a short trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. We stayed in a no-thrills hotel right on the ocean front for Friday night. It was decently priced and included a hot breakfast, which we couldn't beat. As I said, it was definately no thrills. But it was clean, comfy & the a/c was pumping, so it worked well for us.

The next morning, we woke up & went to eat breakfast. As we were there, we overheard the front desk attendants talking about a Shriner's parade on Ocean Blvd. It went right past our hotel, and we didn't even have to worry about finding a place to park. Braydon had a blast watching all the little cars and the funny hat men. =) We checked out at around 10ish and headed to visit with the Cohens, long time family friends who live in MB. It was nice to visit and Braydon enjoyed his time of Wonder pets tv. (I think Kenney enjoyed it as well!)

After leaving there, we visited Terry Cohen at the mall where he works, and walked around the mall for a bit. Right around then we got a call from Gloria Richardson (Braydon's biological, paternal grandparents) saying that they were almost to the hotel, and we met them at the check in place.

After getting settled in, we headed for the pool. They had an awesome pool set-up. There was one main pool that was 3 ft. deep that most of it was outside, but it had a part that could be closed off and was inside for the winter months. Then they had a lazy river where you could just float around & around on the tubes, which by the way is easier to do when you're NOT 25 weeks pregnant!!! On top of these pools, they had a 1.5 foot kiddie pool with different water features for them to play with. It was awesome. All of us had a great time, and it was so good to see Braydon get to hang out with the Richardsons. We ate at Liberty Restaurant at Broadway at the Beach then we came back to the room, where it happened. Braydon said "Mommy I have to potty".

Thinking that this was a potty trip like all others, I took him to the bathroom, and heared him toot. I asked him if he needed to stinky, and he said Yes! well, this isn't much shock to me, because he's told me this many times before with nothing to show for it. I wasn't holding my breath, because first of all we were at some where strange, and we didn't even have his comfy potty seat. Well, he decided to sit down and all of the sudden, I hear a plop, and another plop, and his eyes grew wide. He yelled "I did it mommy, I did it!! And it didn't take for ever!" (His main complaint when we would sit him on the potty was that it was taking forever to go stinky.) So, we were so excited that he went stinky in the potty, and he sure did remember that his Ama promised him a donut if he stinkied in the potty....=)

Sunday morning, we woke up and had breakfast at the condo. Gloria, Everett, Braydon & I went for a walk down on the beach, while Kenney stayed at the condo. (hes not much of a beach person). Braydon had a blast at the ocean. He's been to Virginia Beach before, but Myrtle beach has a lot more seashells, and he went nuts collecting them. We finally had to limit him on only the whole shells. The ones that were broken he got to throw back into the ocean, which he just loved. He had so much fun running in the waves, digging in the sand, collecting shells, etc. He even saw his very first jelly fish!

After our trip down to the beach, we went back to the pool and then went to play mini golf right at the resort. We packed up, went to eat at the Hard Rock Cafe, and we were out of Myrtle Beach by 5:30. We stopped at South of the Border both ways, which Braydon LOVED and refers to it as the "hat place". On the way home, we took the elevator up to the top of the hat, which was pretty neat, and Braydon had a blast.

We didn't take many pictures while we were down there, which is unusual for me. I was just enjoying myself and relaxing and not worried about a camera. Everett got some though so hopefully he'll send some to us. Here are a few from our stop at South of the Border on the way down to Myrtle Beach.

Friday, September 21, 2007

The meanest mother...

I have no clue where I found this, but its hanging on my fridge, and has been for some time now. It makes me laugh and is so true...I can't related to all of it, but some of it indeed. And I too, take pride when I hear Braydon call me "mean!" Here's to all those mean, mean mommies out there!! (And Thanks to my own mother for being "mean"!!!)

"The Meanest Mother"

I had the meanest mother in the world. while other children ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different from other children's, also.

My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times-you'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who your friends were and what we were doing. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour that we would be gone one hour or less-not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually spanked us. Not once, but each time we did as we pleased. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because she disobeyed? Now you begin to see how mean she really was.

While the other girls were wearing mini skirts and jeans, and smoking cigarettes, we had to wear dresses and be little grandmas and we called old fashioned. mother would not even let us go to the drive-in movies. How could she be so mean?

My mother actually had the nerve to break the Child Labor Law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, makebeds, learn to cook, and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night just thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon our telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us---and it nearly did. She embarrassed us by making our dates come to the door to get u. None of this "tooting the car horn" by the boys for us to come running.

My mother was a complete failure. Because she was so mean, none of us have ever been arrested, divorced or beated by a mate. Each of my brothers served his time in service to this country. And whom do we have to blame for the terrible way we've turned out? You're right-our mean mother.

Look what all we have missed. we never got to march in a protest parade, attend a rock concert, take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and many other things that other children did. She forced us to grow into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a pattern, I am trying to rear my children. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me "mean."

---Author Anonymous---

Monday, September 17, 2007

Cool Weather & Preschool

Well, this morning, it is a glorious fall morning. It was 52 degrees out at 7 AM, and that makes me a happy camper!! Kenney left for work, and now that Braydon is awake, and dressed we have a few things on our agenda for the day. The first one is enrolling Braydon in a half day preschool at our church. He will go Monday, Wednesday & Friday in the morning. I was hesitant to do this at first, because I really wanted just to have him at home with me. It has come to our attention though how much he needs his social interaction with children. I've looked all over the place to find playgroups for stay at home moms in our area, but the closest one is like 45-60 minutes away one way, and I'm just not willing to drive that far. Plus, this will also give Braydon a place to be when the baby comes during the morning, to give me a little bit of a break as we adjust to having two little ones in our house. So, Braydon is going back to preschool, which he is excited about.

At first, when I mentioned the idea of him "going back to school" he started screaming and ran and hid. Bless his heart. Once I explained to him that he'd be going to church for school during the week, he was ok with it. God bless our church! Hopefully he will start next week if all goes well. The lady on the phone said she had one more slot open for the M/W/F class and several open for the T/Th classes, so we'll see.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Some in church, while others....

Kenney, Braydon & I mostly find our Sundays to consist of a fairly regular routine, unless of course we are out of town. We wake up and go to church and then Bible Fellowship group. Afterwards, we either head to my parents house for dinner & then watch football or head back to our house to do the same. It is just something we do and never really thought or cared about how others spend their Sundays.

Today, we were MIA from church because we didn't get home until really late from the State football game. So we had a leisurely breakfast. Afterwards, I threw on some clothes and walked to the gas station in front of our complex to purchase a paper. On my walk there, I saw a police car entering our complex with its lights on, and of course, being the human that I am, was very curious as to why they were in circle. I tried to figure it out, but couldn't without being completely Gladys Cravits (sp?) so I just continued on to the store. I knew that NOTHING goes on in our neighborhood that I won't hear about from our neighbors Leonard or Kim. Neither of them work, and they accept the "responsibility" for being the neighborhood's eyes and ears (and MOUTH!!!) So on my way back to my house, I saw the same couple standing outside in the middle of the road, and there were now 2 police cars. This of course peaked my interest, as this is only like 6 doors down from my own. I figured it was a domestic disturbance of some sort, and didn't want to get involved. I'm nosey, but I'm also 6 months pregnant and DO NOT want to witness anything at this point that may endanger myself or my family. (Not that our neighborhood is that kind of neightborhood, but you get what I'm trying to say.)

Later this morning, we heard our neighbors outside, so I took Braydon out to play with them. No one is sure what exactly happened other than there was one male who was arrested. It was not one of the residents either. Go figure. Something happened that no one actually knows about YET!! hahaha!

Friday, September 14, 2007

How 'bout a football game to celebrate 24 weeks?

Today marks my 24 weeks of being pregnant. I went to the doctor this morning and all is well. My blood pressure is great (110 over 67.) and weight gain is pretty decent (about 13 lbs.) Baby measured right at 24 weeks, and minimal swelling in my feet. When I was leaving, the doctor said, whatever you're doing & not doing, keep it up cuz everything is looking perfect! This was an encouragement to hear, and such a relief because even though I've not felt very well, atleast I'm managing to have a healthy pregnancy.

On a different note, Kenney, Braydon & I are heading up to see NC State play football tomorrow evening against Wofford. Larry & erin will be there (along with his family), so we'll hopefully be able to spend some time with them prior to the game at their tailgate. Good times, man. Good times.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

At what point will it happen?!

I have to admit, I'm frustrated and completely helpless. No matter how long I sit with Braydon on the potty, the child will not poop in the potty. He used to do it all the time. And now, NOTHING we do or don't do or offer or threaten will help him. He's 3 1/2 years old and has the pee thing down perfectly. I'm literally spending hours a day sitting on the bathroom floor begging, bribing, threatening, etc. And nothing to show for it. Except a whole lot of dirty laundry. I've thrown the pull ups out. we're done with them. so when I'm not hurting myself in the bathroom floor, I'm doing laundry. And when I'm not doing laundry, I'm being completely frustrated in the bathroom with Braydon.

He is old enough to be going poop in the potty, but refuses. And it is quickly making me insane.

Friday, September 7, 2007


Yesterday was the first day we've made it through nap time without a pull up and had a dry boy wake up & ask Mommy to go to the potty! Then this morning Braydon woke up and his pull up was dry! YAY BRAYDON!!! =)

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Growing Belly creates many difficulties

Ok, so I have to admit I'm glad I do my grooming while my husband is at work. The other day, I realized my toes needed to be done because we were getting ready to go out of town to Virginia Beach. So, while Braydon was fast asleep during his nap, I figured I'd go for it. I decided it would be more comfortable to paint my toes on the bed, because the floor is much harder. Well, I forgot to account for the new mattress topper we now have that my parents are letting us use. It's one of those memory foam mattresses that are wonderful, and have done much good for my hips. But, it sometimes makes you roll into the center of the bed. (on a side note, this rolling occurance has happened many a time during our sleeping & has caused one or the other to be left with little to no room in the bed!)
So, anyways, here I go, trying to take off the old toe nail polish, which I managed to do pretty well. Then came time to actually repolish the nails themselves. The first foot took forever because I was trying to wiggle around my belly. And before you know it, over I fell...That's right, I was wiggling to reach my toes, and lost my balance and fell into the center of the bed. Luckily, I had put a towel down, but I couldn't help but busting out in laughter, so clean up took a little longer due to my spurts of laughing at myself. I can only imagine how much more laughter there would have been had Kenney been at home!!

fingerpainting in the bathtub

So, after suggesting fingerpainting to Rachel in the bathtub with noah, I figured it had been a while for us, so we busted out the paint in the tub. He LOVES doing this, but at first he's always cautious because he wants to make sure its ok that he can play with it. =) He is such a joy to have!