Friday, November 30, 2007


My fave line from the movie "Elf" is when will says "it's saaaaannntttaaaaaaaa!" Tonight we went to see Santa at the mall, and then went to Books a million and B played with the Thomas the train table....Good times, man good times!

Braydon & santa

Waiting in line to see Santa with Papa
B loves his Ama....
My mom took this one...way to go mom!

Eviction notice!!

If ever I feel like a failure...

....all I have to do is listen to my darling son. I just adore listening to him talk, playing, imagining, creating, etc. My favorite times of this are in the car when its just B & me. I finally started carrying paper & a pen in the car to write down all the cute things he says.

Yesterday, we were on our way to Wal-Mart, and out of no where he asks me to turn down the Christmas music. I said sure, and asked him why he wanted me to turn it down. His reply was simple: "I need to talk to Jesus for a few minutes." He covered his face with his hands, and said the following: (i wrote it down as we were sitting at the light by the wal-mart plaza)

"Dear God, Thank you for Santa Claus. and all the beautiful things I have in my new house. And dear God, (he peaked through his hands at this point but continued talking to Jesus) thank you for england and for baby cow-ey. I want to hold her, but i can't because I can't fly an airplane. I love her god. And I love Jesus too. The Lord will protect his people. AMEN MOMMY!"

I just thought this was adorable, but the people behind me probably didn't appreciate me not moving when the light turned green, but I just had to get it written down. Other wise I'll forget. "The Lord will protect his people" came from preschool, it's this month's Bible verse and he's very proud that he knows it!

Last night, after we ate dinner, Braydon out of no where said "Dear God, thank your for building me and all the beautiful things in my house. And thank you for Santa." I just looked at Kenney with this "I'm gonna cry because that's so sweet" look and he was impressed to because usually B does the cute stuff when he's at work! I was so happy that he got to experience some of his cuteness too!!

And on the way to preschool this morning, Braydon told me: "Mommy, when I get bigger, I'm going to work hard like Daddy, and I'm going to buy a Christmas tree for my room! And then I'm going to get ormamints and put them on my tree and its going to look perfect! I'm going to get sports ormamints, and SUPERHEROES MAMA. Lots of superheroes. And Santa's gonna LOVE it!"

And did I mention that "Santa's going to love...." is his newest phrase? I'm not all the sure where he's picking this stuff up from, but it's just too adorable. No matter what it is, he says that Santa's going to love it. For example, when he's coloring, he says "santa's going to LOVE my letters mama" or If he sees Christmas decorations, "santa's going to LOVE those lights!" He even told my Dad the other day that they had to plug in their outside Christmas lights so that Santa will know where they live! How stinkin' cute is that?!?

Thursday, November 29, 2007

35 weeks...

Running out of room in there for her!! excuse the wet hair...atleast i showered!! =)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Let's Make a Deal!

I totally would rock if this game was still around today. I managed to clean out my purse today, and was surprised by some of the contents I found in my purse and therefore issue a challenge to all my loyal readers out there. Go find your purse and dig around and see what ya find and then post a list! No cheating or adding random things! This is my list of random items in my purse (of course not all items are listed just the odd ones!)

-Vicks VapoRub
-Bath & Body works vanilla body spray
-Camp Good Days & Special times kazoo (beat that one!!)
-a pair of shrek the 3rd 2t-3t underwear
-a plastic outlet cover
-"The purpose driven life for commuters" audiotape
-4 different kinds of lip gloss/stick
-a box of melted crayons
-Anbesol maximum strength
-a piece of paper with a "liger" drawn on it from napoleon dynamite
-flash drive
-an empty never been used glasses case.
-a rock

Modge's Hodge Podge...

I remember a story my sister told me about back in high school, when Gwen and Rach were working at the country store, an annual fundraising event held by the school. People in the school community donated items to be sold, and there was one corner where all the things that had no where else to belong were put. Apparently, this was the section that Gwen & Rach were working at. They were finding the most hideous things they could find, only to find out that the woman standing right near them was the one who had made them. Whoops.....

Anyways, that really has nothing to do with my post other than the fact that: A) I find that story quite humorous. B) this post contains a lot of random stuff that isn't enough to blog about seperately.

Yesterday was my day back to the doctor for my check up. I waited about a 45 minutes in the waiting room with a very tired, impatient 3 year old. Fortunately, my mom just happened to call me while she was right near the dr's office and picked him up and took him shopping. Sure enough, right after she picked him up, I was called back. So I'm 34 weeks 5 days today, although she's measuring at 36 weeks. I wince at the thought of how big she might be when I go to deliver her. My blood pressure was sky high when they called me back (that's what you get for making me wait 45 mins in the waiting room with a fussy 3 1/2 yr old!!). I was also shaking for some reason, so they let me lay on my side for 10 minutes and took it again. It was much better the second time I guess. She checked my blood sugar too and I guess it was fine.

Time for the good news/bad news. Bad news #1 is that I've officially gained 25 lbs this pregnancy. I only gained 17 with Braydon my entire pregnancy. Bad news #2: The hospital where I'm going to be delivering at has decided the month of December is the best month to begin renovating the L&D floor. So they told me to not be surprised if it was chaotic and disheveled. Labor is bad enough w/o consturction going on. Grrrrr. Good news #1: Makenna has FINALLY decided to get in the right position, and is now head down. Good news #2: If I go into labor, they will not stop it! YAY!!

We've almost finished getting the nursery together. We've still got some last minute touches we'll do, but as soon as we finish, I'll post a picture. All the Christmas presents that have been bought are wrapped (except for all of the ones for Rachel, michal, noah & chloe! my mom gets stuck having to wrap all of them once they get over to england!) I have 3 more gifts that I still have to buy, and then I will be officially ready for Christmas. Go me! =)

Our bible fellowship group at church had a baby shower for us on the 18th, and we got a lot of diapers & TONS of wipes, along with other baby items that we are so thankful for! And I've already gotten the thank you notes written. Another go me! I'm quite proud of this fact.

Oh, and on a final note, I wanted to write about a former co-worker of Kenney's. I will not name him, (first off because I only know his first name, second I don't want to become involved) but we'll just call him "T". Several months ago, "T" became employed in Kenney's department as a drafter. This man was from Germany, but was coming by way of TN. Kenney had mentioned things here and there about his status as an immigrant, and red flags kept coming up in my mind. Having a cousin and a sister who've directly dealt with immigration laws, I knew something wasn't right. Then Kenney mentioned that "T" was looking for a house for his family to rent, and so he tried to help him find a place (being the sweet guy Kenney is.) "T" supposedly "didn't understand" how the social security number system works here, but on his housing application just made up a number. RED FLAG! well, of course this caught the rental company's attention, and he was denied. "T" also asked their boss if he could help him with his car insurance, because he was having problems. Fortunately, Kenney's boss told him no.

The other day, Kenney went to work, and "T" was not there. He was no where to be found. People started calling up to Kenney's job looking for him, as he had written some bad checks. "T"s wife hadn't seen him in a few days, and had not heard from him. She had been in touch with German consulate, and no one had heard from him either. After all of this came out, Kenney found out that "T" had asked the president of the company (who didn't even know "T", and "T" had only been employed there less than 3 months) to borrow $10,000. Then the following Monday, "T" has disappeared, leaving his wife and kids with not a clue as to where he went.

Looking back, it's amazing how many red flags were thrown, but no one caught them. I still don't understand though how he was employed because in order to be paid, you have to have a social security number. And how do you write a bad check if you can't even get a checking account without a social? But I guess its something I'll never know.

And that my dear friends and family, is the updated verion of whats going on with us....

Monday, November 26, 2007

Did you know?

I was listening to Christmas music on the radio this morning on, and in between "Run Run Rudolph" and "Jingle Bell Rock" I heard a song that I remember singing for a Christmas concert in high school called "Mary Did you know?" This song in it's simplicity is such an amazing song to me. Mary's newborn baby was the Son of God. Can you imagine the hours of labor she went through, in a dirty, nasty, cold, unsanitary stable surrounded by horses and sheep and poop, and then staring down at her newborn baby, knowing what the Angel had told her? When she kissed his cheek, when she counted his toes, when she stroked his forehead. This was the Son of God. It just amazes me.

Here are the lyrics:

"Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
would one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
would save our sons and daughters?

Did you knowthat your Baby Boy
has come to make you new?
This Child that you delivered
will soon deliver you.

Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
will calm the storm with His hand?

Did you know that your Baby Boy
has walked where angels trod?
When you kiss your little Baby
you kissed the face of God?
Mary did you know?

The blind will see. The deaf will hear.
The dead will live again. The lame will leap.
The dumb will speak. The praises of The Lamb.

Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy
will one day rule the nations?
Did you know that your Baby Boy
is heaven's perfect Lamb?

The sleeping Child you're holding is the Great, I Am."

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Christmas Trees

I was in such a foul mood yesterday, and I've got a family that can attest to this. My poor husband and son. But none the less, we decided to get our new Christmas tree up. (Thanks Mom & Dad!!) The first picture is kinda blurry, but it shows it all lit up, and the second one is with the lights on. As you can see, we are now a family with a train under the tree. I've never experienced this before, having grown up with just one sister. It's so exciting to see Braydon's excitement about the upcoming holidays, and especially his Disney train that he got for his 3rd birthday (this is the first time we've gotten it out for him, so it makes it EXTRA special!)

Since I'm writing, I should update you as well on my pregnancy. I am 34 weeks as of tomorrow. I went to the doctor on Tuesday, and have not progressed any further than last time, which was kinda frustrating. I'm in a lot of pain and I can't even say it's doing any good. *sigh.* But she's measuring about 1 1/2 weeks early, which made me happy thinking maybe she'll come before the end of the year. It wasn't until my dad made a comment that just because she's measuring bigger doesn't mean she's developed a week and a half ahead, since it wasn't possible for her to be any further ahead (trust me, I know this for a fact.) I mean I guess I knew what he was saying but for some reason when he said this, I thought for the first time that maybe I shouldn't hurry her here....So, here I sit, pregnant and uncomfortable, knowing that when she's good and ready she'll come out, and I need to make the best of the next few weeks. Once she comes out, I will never be able to make her go back in. We have a special bond now that no one else shares, not even Kenney. And for this, I am extremely thankful.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Ok, I have to admit, today is not one of my better days. When I woke up, I didn't want to move. Braydon even got himself dressed, well somewhat. He put his NC state shorts & tank top set on backwards and forgot to put underwear on. I didn't change him because I wanted to encourage the independence. I did not feel like getting dressed, and yes even at noon as I write this, I'm sitting in the same thing I was wearing when I went to bed last night. What's worse is that I just plain don't care. I'm not going anywhere today. No one is coming here today. Soooo, here I sit.
Braydon so far this morning has managed to get under my skin by doing little things that I know is not his fault. The 50 million (literally) "but why mommy" questions are enough to aggravate the snot outta me. I know that he is just being curious, and normally try to answer his questions (no matter how many times he asks the same question that I know he knows the answer to). Today, it took everything in my power not to just yell "JUST BECAUSE!!!!" On top of that, he spilled his lunch every where because he wasn't listening to me. Not only did it bug me, but it frustrated me beyond anything because he plain does not listen to me. GRRR! He got sauce on the newly cleaned chairs that Kenney had just spent about 30 minutes scrubbing to get rid of all of the other stains he had put on the chair on Saturday. I had to leave the room because I was really upset.
The thing that gets me is that I know it's not his fault. He (for the most part) is doing things typical of his age. He's not purposely trying to irritate me. It's me. It's my hormones. It's the fact that I am in a foul mood for NO reason. Not one thing has happened today that would justify my poor attitude. And that's why it's bugging me. I laid Braydon down for his nap early and he was just as sweet as can be kissing my belly telling Makenna he would meet her in his dreams. (we normally do this at night---I ask him where he wants to meet us in his dreams.) So when he did this today, it almost made me cry.
And I'm reminded that just because I'm pregnant, I can't let my precious little boy suffer for it.

Monday, November 19, 2007


I stole this pic from my sis' page...

I'm thankful for...

Last night, we went to a bible study's thanksgiving dinner that we were invited to. We'd never been, but we are looking for friends in the area, and we figured, why not! Well, of course, we all went around and said what we were thankful for. Braydon had his turn as well. And what was he thankful for you might ask? Well, he was thankful for his water gun. =) I love this age.

Anyways, we were on our way to preschool this morning, and I looked in the rear view mirror, and there was Braydon with his hands together like he was praying and he was moving his mouth, but I didn't hear any sounds. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me he was talking to Jesus to tell him everything that he was thankful for. Aside from my eyes welling up with tears from this being so sweet, I asked him if he could tell me about the things he was thankful for. Here is Braydon's list, exactly as he described it to me. (I pulled over the car & wrote it down as he told me cuz it was just TOO cute.)

- My water gun
- Firemen
- Policemen
- batteries
- Frosty the snow man
- No, wait mommy, not frosty the snow man.
- Carebears gummies
- Firemen
- cow-ey gwace, you know mommy, the baby that came out of aunt rachels belly. Mommy did she have paint on her too? (that's a whole other blog I'll have to write about!)
-I can't think of anything else mommy.

I love this age. =)

Not to steal her thunder....

But I'm an auntie again!! Rachel & Michal welcomed a little girl into their home at 12:29 AM on November 19, 2007. She is doing well, very healthy, and Rachel survived natural childbirth (YAY rach!!). I'm told that she has very long finger nails, looks a little like Noah but more like Michal's sister Gabriella....We're waiting on pictures, so as soon as I get them I'll post one!

And now for what you're DYING to know....


Saturday, November 17, 2007

I love saturdays!

Today was a terrific day, and it's not even close to being over! I woke up this morning at 6ish because Braydon was up, and figured I might as well get started on my tasks for the day. Kenney got up too because he didn't want me cleaning by myself. (Yay for good hubbies!!) I decided that it would be a good day to move the furniture out from the walls & see what we had waiting for us! Luckily it was very uneventful, and now our downstairs is super tidy. (we split up the cleaning into two days, one day for each floor, otherwise it'd be waaayyyy too much!) But our windows are streak free, our storm door is Braydon-finger print free (for the time being) and we've even cleared room for the soon-to-come Christmas tree and other decorations!

The cleaning is not why I love Saturdays, TRUST me!! Anyways, right after we had finished cleaning, my dear Aunt Laura & Uncle Jim came to visit for a while. It was wonderful seeing them, and always appreciate each and every moment we spend with them. It's so nice to be able to have such a special relationship with your family! After a yummy late breakfast at IHOP, they headed on with their to-do lists and we said goodbye. I love those two people very much, and they are very special to me.

After our breakfast, we returned to the house just in time to watch the last half hour of college gameday on ESPN. For those of you who aren't college football fans, this is the show we look forward to on Saturdays that gives a run-down of the big games to be played that day. The guys on there are fun, and we both love football. Right at the end of the first quarter of the Michigan-Ohio St. game, I look down and see B fast asleep. I look next to me and see my dearest husband fast asleep too....I just HAD to catch this moment.

I was sitting right where the pink neck pillow is. I love lazy day Saturdays where we can watch football, spend time with family, and just enjoy each other.

Friday, November 16, 2007

B's preschool photos

my handsome cheesing....

Not really sure what that is that he's doing in this one...

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The final product

Well, friends, here is my finished product. I must say it was quite a success, and perfect for a rainy fall evening! And with the honey buttered rolls I made, it made a perfect meal. Kenney (who wasn't too sure if he'd like it) scarfed it down, as did Braydon. We even have enough for lunches tomorrow and maybe even a snack or something! Yay for successful experimentation in the kitchen!

Momma is santa?!?

Ok, when children discover that santa is really mom & dad, it can be pretty upsetting. However, it can be a little more traumatic to have to explain this to you children....*snort*

Show me what ya got!!

I have to say my mother is one of the most creative cooks I know. She always took what we had in our fridge & cupboards and made an awesome meals. She would amaze me at how she could take leftovers and make them into something completely different and completely yummy. I'd like to hope that I turn out like her someday and that my kids can say the same about me....

On that note, today I wanted something different to cook for dinner. So I went on a "domestic scavenger hunt" i'll call it to inventory what we had, including our leftovers and frozen foods. I could make a frozen pizza, which it would be ok, but I wanted to save that for Saturday while we watch football. I now know that we have ridiculous amount of cheese in our fridge, as well as 2 bags of unopened frozen chicken breasts. =) But I didn't really feel in the chicken-y mood. I wanted something different! What I did see was potatoes...yummy potatoes. We've had them for a while now, so I knew that they needed to be used up soon before they went bad and we wasted them.

Ah-hah! I knew what I could do! I can make potato soup! So I googled potato soup recipes and read a few. Most of them called for things I didn't have, and I wasn't about to run out to the store for them. I decided just to experiment with what I had.

I peeled & chopped the potatoes up and put them in the bottom of the crock pot and added some boiling water to it. I headed for the cabinet that held my spices to see what I could find. I had beef bouilon cubes and powdered chicken bouillon in there. I debated among the two of them for a few minutes and I figured I'd use chicken. So I added the powdered chicken bouillon and returned back to the fridge. I didn't have any fresh veggies, except a half of an onion. I grabbed that, shut the fridge and opened the freezer. Half a bag of frozen corn, half a bag of crinkle cut carrots. I grabbed the carrots and shut the freezer. I threw in the carrots, then chopped the onion & added it to the crock pot. there's gotta be something else I can add to my mix to add something. I remembered the frozen chicken, but something about chicken in a creamy potato soup just didn't sound right. I opened up the pantry, and there wasn't really anything that I could add, unless I wanted to add a can of pear halves, raisins, or rice crispies. I moved on to the cupboards, and again really didn't see anything that would work. I returned one more time to freezer, and hiding under a hot pocket was something with obvious freezer burn. My curiosity got the better of me, so I grabbed it and took it over to the sink. I threw it under hot water for a few minutes, and realized what it was---It was turkey bacon! PERFECT! I put it in a container and thew it in the microwave for a few minutes to defrost it, then cut it up and added it. I was so excited, this was EXACTLY what it was missing!

It's still cooking and is smelling sooooo good. I'll let it cook on low for a few more hours, than I'll add some evaporated milk and turn it on high. About a half hour before dinner, I'll add some yummy cheeeeeeeese!! I'll take a picture once I've added the milk & cheese. I'm so excited, and yes this means life is sadly in need of more fun things! hahaha!

he's gonna kill me someday....

I found this picture of my handsome Braydon playing outside naked. If I remember correctly, he was helping Ama water the plants, and then he got wet from the sprinkler and decided to strip down to well, this, and run around, and even play basketball. I have placed a strategic basketball to leave him some privacy, but it cracked me up, (get it, CRACKED me up?!?)and I just had to share!!
This is one of those pictures to bust out when he brings his girlfriend to home or his buddies over to the house. I love being a mommy!! =)

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Insured, sort of

Ok, with all of the political campaigning going on lately, one of the big issues to stand out of course is health care. 2 elections ago I would have had no clue and probably didn't even think about it, after all I was just out of high school, still covered under my parents health insurance. But this issue is quite significant, not just as a mom to two now, but as a person who has elderly grandparents that may need help some time in the near future. Today it dawned on me how this "issue" is not just something to fight about in congress or to talk about from behind a podium at a campaign stop. This effects people daily in a significant way.

Yesterday, Braydon got a fever, and I let him try to fight it off to see if it was just a 24 hour bug, or if I needed to take him to the doctor. This morning, he woke up and had a fever of 103, so I knew I had to take him. Ugh, I dread going to his pedi for many reasons. You may not know our situation, so I'll try to explain it briefly.

Braydon's biological father is responsible for his health insurance, as a part of our child support agreement. He was in the military full time up until about a year ago, and so Braydon had tri-care health insurance. The only doctor remotely close to us who accept tri-care was a doctor in Tarboro, about 20 minutes east of us. I had no choice, and we made the drive out there whenever he was sick.

As I said, this was up until about a year or so ago, then he got out of the Army, and was in the reserves. He went for a while without insurance, but finally got insurance through UPS, which is where he works now when he's not active duty. Just as his doctor had gotten the insurance figured out through UPS, his father got orders for active duty, which meant they had to switch his insurance to tri-care. This is a huge ordeal, because not only do we have to change it at the doctor, but at the pharmacy as well. It's a major pain in the butt for me, but I put up with it because what else am I supposed to do? Well, after his 3 months of active duty, he went back to his job at UPS, and just recently got the insurance through UPS back again. I've been bugging his father to send me a card for months now, and of course, I have no card to show for it. He swears up & down he mailed it to me, but it must have gotten "lost in the mail".

Ok, well now that I've brought you up to date on the background junk, let me tell you about the day. We arrived at his doctor's office at 9:30 in the morning, just to find out that they can't see him without the insurance card, which is still mysteriously floating in the USPS somewhere. I could pay the $65 fee up front and just let him be seen until we got the insurance paper work filled out, but I've done that so many times before, and have never received any sort of money back. They also mentioned that there was a balance on his account from previous visits that were when he went w/o insurance.

So, here I am, calling the father, who of course doesn't answer even after calling him 15 times in a row. I know that I don't have $65 in my bank account because I don't get my paycheck til Friday. And we didn't have any extra from the last check because we had to replace Kenney's car battery unexpectedly. But I knew that he had to be seen because he's obviously sick. Not only that, but I've wasted all the gas to come all the way to his doctor. I thought maybe I could call my parents to see if they could help me out until Friday, which they would have if I could have gotten ahold of them. On any normal day, my mom is always in her classroom and I can get in touch with her at any time. Same with my dad. But today is anything but normal and my mom wasn't in her room and my dad was in a meeting. I decided just to write a check because he had to be seen, and hopefully I could get my pay check in the bank before they cashed my check from the doctors. After scavenging my purse, I came to the realization that my check books were sitting in front of the computer. I had decided to balance my check book this AM before I left for the drs and had forgotten them.

What would any sane person do in this situation? I'm not exactly sure, as I just broke down in tears. I felt like the worst mother in the world, because my baby is sick, I have no control over the insurance stuff, he won't answer my calls, and I've literally got no way to pay for him to be seen. I seriously felt like the worst mother.

Apparently, the sight of a sobbing, pregnant woman and a sick little boy are pitiful enough to break even the meanest business office worker's heart and she approved us to be seen without the $65 up front fee. She told me if I could send in a payment at the beginning of next week that it would be ok.

Braydon was indeed seen, and had pictures taken of his "bones" *x-rays of his chest* and indeed he again has pneumonia. In the past year, I think he's had pneumonia like 5 times, crazy huh? But on the way home, I began thinking about the people who just didn't have insurance. Or the people that don't have anyone they can call to ask for help to hold them over. What do these people do? More importantly, what do their sick babies do? It makes me sick that we have a country that pays pharm reps a ridiculous amount of money to try to push drugs legally, but we can't even take care of basic needs of many Americans.

So, here I stand, as one American, with one vote, and ask, who can do something to help fix this crisis?

my artist...

Lately, Braydon has really started to express himself through his artwork. It is so neat to see him create something on paper and then explain to us what it is. So this morning, I took some pictures of him creating on his aquadoodle that aunt Rachel & uncle michal gave him for Christmas last year.

The other night, we were using the aqua doodle, and out of no where Braydon says "i drew a people" and it looked just like this...(we were so impressed!) he even explained how i had two arms and two legs!!

heres a closer look @ his artwork...

Friday, November 9, 2007

yes, I'm getting fat!!

And I'm ok with it. =) 32 weeks down, 8 more to go, and I promise I'll try not to gripe TOO much!!

Whack & Unwrap....

This sticker on top of Terry's Chocolate orange used to crack me up, and in fact it still does...But before I get into that, let me start at the begining (a VERY good place to start...are u singing with me yet?!?)

Today I dropped B off at preschool and had about 20 things on my long "to-do while Braydon is in preschool" list. It's stuff that should have been done in the past few weeks, but alas, it was left for today. So I headed down to Nashville, a little town about 10-15 minutes away to handle some paperwork down at the Nash County building, and after went to the thrift store accross from the court house. On my list was "buy a warm jacket that's not too expensive but will last you through the pregnancy." As many of you know, this task is not an easy one. Finding a cheap jacket anywhere is difficult. Add in the demands of "warm" and that will "fit an 8 month pregnant belly through the rest of her pregnancy", and you've got near impossible. But alas, this little thrift store, which isn't much bigger than a convienence store, I ventured into this store with an optimisitc attitude. Let's just say they had coats alright....They had some very old lady coats. You know the kind I'm referring to. And on top of them being old lady-ish, they were 20+ dollars a piece. There was NO WAY I was paying that much to be dressed like an old woman. Even Myrtle refused to budge on this issue.

On my way out, I just happened to see a section of women's clothing that was seperated from the rest. I walked over and realized that they had a seperate maternity section! Even in this small little place! I began looking through the clothes, and came accross a Liz Lange Maternity jacket. It was a size XXL, which was VERY big on me, but it met the qualifications of "warm" and it will definately fit me through the rest of my pregnancy. When I looked at the tag, it said $5, I about jumped up & down. So I had marked off the paperwork, and finding a jacket off of my long list.

Next, it was off to the consignment shop to drop off a tub of items and a car seat. Once I got there, I found out that they are only accepting items by appointments only now. Blah. I had carried that huge tub out to my car all by myself this morning FOR NO REASON!! Plus, we could really use the $. Oh well. I made an appointment for the 12th, and walked out. I looked at the clock and realized I only had an hour left and still PLENTY of things on my to-do list. I stopped by the post office and mailed a package, which took forever because the man didn't know what he was doing with international packages (heads up Rach, there's one a'coming your way!). I filled out 3 different custom forms before he figured it out. Then I filled out insurance papers, only to find out that it was already included in the priority mail. Blah. Silly postal workers. Where's the man who always handles my mom's packages and never messes them up when I need him? Sure enough, as I'm walking out, Larry says, "Hey Christy, sending something to your sister?" Grrr.

I had to go grocery shopping, and since Harris Teeter was right next to the post office, that's where I went. As I was walking in, I realized that today & tomorrow they are tripling coupons up to 99 cents! I was so excited, but soon realized my coupons were sitting on the table beside our front door. I had laid them down to help Braydon zip his coat up on the way out of the house. ugh! I managed to get some of the stuff that I needed that I knew I didn't have coupons for. I managed to have a few coupons in my planner, and used them. I got a 5 pack of Pampers wipes which was on sale from 12 dollars down to 9.99, and I had a 50 cents off coupon, so I saved an extra 1.50 off. It made it cheaper to buy the 5 pack than to buy the 3 pack! YAY! Also, I got a 60 count pack of diapers that were on sale from 15.99 to 14.99, and then got an extra 2.00 off in coupons. I must say I forgot about how much adding diapers & wipes to your grocery bill makes it so much more expensive. When I looked at the total, it was nearly 50 dollars, and it felt like I had hardly bought anything, until I remembered the diapers and wipes. *sigh*At this point, it was 11:38, and I had to pick Braydon up no later than noon. It was just enough time not to be able to run home, drop off groceries and make it there, so I figured it was pretty cold outside, the milk and cheese should be ok in the car for the few minutes I was there to pick him up.

So from my long "to do" list, I only managed to get about 5 things done. I suppose the rest can wait. But now, here I am, with a sleepy 3 1/2 year old who is getting ready to fall asleep, and a chocolate orange which I am about to "whack and unwrap." I know you're jealous, aren't you?!?!? =)

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Mr Incredible joined us for dinner

So, last night at about 4:45, I realized that I hadn't ever figured out what I was going to do with the pork chops that I had taken out of the freezer. My husband would be due home in approximately a half hour, and Braydon was already asking me what we were going to have for dinner.
I hate when I do that! I looked in the fridge and found out that we had nothing to marinade them in. well, I looked around, and found nothing really that looked even remotely workable with my chosen meat. Our take out budget had been exahusted the previous night when we opted for Papa Johns to eat while listening to the NC State basketball game on the radio. Clearly, I had to figure something out and fast!

So I hopped on and googled some recipes for pork chops, and I must say there were a few that sounded just plain nasty. One recipe called for mixing 1 cup of ketchup and 1 cup of coca cola together and adding it on top of the chops & baking them. Sorry, I'm always up for an experience, but this one clearly was out of bounds for my tastes.

I found a recipe for caramel apple pork chops which caught my eye. I love apples, I love caramel, why not?!? So I took the recipe & had something new for my family to attempt. It turned out to be a success, and we've added it into our collection. The funny thing is that now that I've experimented, Kenney is determined to find something even better to attempt. Gotta love it!! =)

On a side note, Mr. Incredible visited our dinner table, and I thought I'd take a picture and share it with you. I've also included the recipe in case you're interested!

Caramel Apple Pork chops


  1. 4 pork chops
  2. 1 teaspoon oil
  3. salt & pepper (to taste)
  4. 3 tablespoons brown sugar
  5. 1/8 teaspoon cinnamon
  6. 1/8 teaspoon nutmeg
  7. 2 tablespoons butter
  8. 2 tart apples, peeled, cored, sliced & chopped (I used Granny smith apples and they worked great!)

Preheat oven to 175 degrees. Brush oil over pork chops and place in a frying pan. Salt & pepper them as desired. Brown chops in frying pan for 5-7 minutes over medium heat. Remove pork chops from frying pan and place in a baking dish, and place in preheated oven to keep them warm. In a seperate bowl, combine sugar, cinnamon & nutmeg and mix. Add butter to frying pan and let melt, add sugar mixture in while stirring. Add apples and allow them to cook over medium heat for about 5 minutes (or as long as it takes to make them soft).

Remove chops from oven & add the caramel apple mixture generously over the chops. Return to oven until ready to serve. ENJOY!!

30 days anyone?

I'm starting this 30 days of encouraging my husband, and wanted to share this with my friends & family to see if we can all take 30 days to let our husbands know how much we love & appreciate them!!

If you want to join me, let me know!!!

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

59 days, but who's counting?!?

Ok, so I've officially got 59 more days to go in this pregnancy, and I must admit I'm becoming quite antsy. I'm just tired of being in pain, not sleeping well, and being uncomfortable. I know that I would hate for her to come so early, and the longer she remains in me, the better for her, but I feel like I'm in a horrible merry-go-round that won't shut off.


Tuesday, November 6, 2007

ok, this just creeps me out...

I know it probably shouldn't but it just gives me the creeps....

For the beauty of the earth....

"For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth over and around us lies; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise."
fond memories, good friends. i miss this.


So yesterday was kind of a scary day for me. I was in a LOT of pain, and was worried that I might be leaking some amniotic fluid. So I went into the doctor's office at 3 yesterday afternoon and they did some test to see if I would be going into labor in the next 2 weeks or not. It was negative, so the chances of me having a baby so early are slim (THANK GOODNESS!) They did do an internal exam and found out that I am already 1 cm dilated.

But as I was laying on my bed waiting to go into the doctor, I started realizing all the things that still hadn't been done. My legs and armpits clearly needed a good shaving. My toe nails DESPERATELY needed to be painted. I had not packed my bag for the hospital. So what if something were really wrong and they had to take the baby that day?!? I have to admit I was a little freaked out. But I was also in a lot of pain, so it's not like any of the above were taken care of.

It clearly sent us a message that she's going to come when she darn feels like it, and it would be in our best interest to be prepared!!

Monday, November 5, 2007

The christmas pageant...

This was sent to me in an email, and thought it was too good *and true* not to share!! Enjoy!!

My husband and I had been happily married (most of the time) for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby. I decided to do some serious praying and Promised God that if he would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart and raise it with His word as my guide. God answered my prayers and blessed us with a son. The next year God blessed us with another son. The following year, He blessed us with yet another son. The year after that we were blessed with a daughter. My husband thought we'd been blessed right into poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me, "If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella."

I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn't want to disappoint Him. I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding... when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs. When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog. I tried to see the humor rather than the mess. In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers, never eating a hot meal and never sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children. While I couldn't keep my promise to be a perfect mother -I didn't even come close...I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God. I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to "wash up" Jesus, too. Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his "last wife."

My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, "We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes." But he was nervous and said, "The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes." My four-year-old "Mary" said, "That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly. That's dirty, rotten clothes." A wrestling match broke Out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing. I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, "Mama-mama." Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, "We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur." The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation. "I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one," laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes. "For the rest of my life, I'll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense and fur."

"My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing," I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

I love our church but...

I have to say I'm quite put off by churches that beg for money. In my opinion, churches should not have to ask for money. It should come from the people because they want to give, not because they feel guilted into tithing their 10%. Now don't get me wrong, I believe whole-heartedly that you can never outgive God, and that its important to give. But our church for the past four weeks has done a study called "Tithing is Christian". We were given the books to read at home, then there would be a sermon about it and then we'd talk about it more at bible fellowship group. This four week study started at the beginning of October, and needless to say, we have not been to church in October. A few weekends we had other plans or obligations, but one week we didn't go just because I didn't really care to go and try to feel guilted into tithing. We tithe, and I know what the Bible says about tithing.

I guess it's because I feel like the only reason that this came about is because our pastor has felt a calling to "increase our campus" by adding a childrens building. If you have ever seen our church, then you will agree with me that our church is quite big. And we are in enough debt to last us years to come. Why add more debt on top? It's my opinion that God does not move in buildings, but in the heart of people. He does not require the most advanced lighting equiptment to draw people to himself. All he needs are willing people, as well as those people in need of a savior, and I know that there are many of them in Rocky Mount and the surrounding area.


I was pretty bummed I had to work last night and miss out on the festivities, but Kenney took pictures for me, so I thought I'd share...
Braydon posing with the 4 ft inflatable pooh pumpkin

Braydon & the "love of his life" macy

family shots in Richmond...

Stacey Mills took some family photos for us a few weekends ago in Richmond, and here a few of my favorite...