Nolan's Christmas party

I attended Nolan's Christmas party and enjoyed watching the adorable children exchange and open their gifts to each other. Pictured below are some reindeer antlers that all the children wore and as you can see, Nolan isn't so sure he likes them on his head. My 10 year old, Zachery, however, thought they were very cool and has taken ownership.

It's funny how the transfer takes place. I remember as a child loving to open presents and going to my best friend, Allison's house and
each of us showing what we got for Christmas. Now, I get so much pleasure from just watching my children's faces light up and seeing the spirit and joy of Christmas through their eyes. It's true, materialistic things don't make you happy it's those precious to our hearts
that make it all worthwhile.

Goldmine Classic

Congratulations to my son, Zachery, for pinning all 3 of his opponents and making it to the final round. He went up against the returning state champ and lost, but I'm so proud of him for getting a second place medal against some pretty fierce competition. Way to go!

Regents Test

As part of my current enrollment in college and upon receiving a college degree all students must take and pass what is called a Regents Test exam. This 2 hour long test consists of reading comprehension by the way of 54 multiple choice questions, the second portion of the test is a written essay in which you choose one topic and form a thesis and have one hour to write.

This was a strenuous two hour time frame as I am not a relaxed or confident test taker. It was tough giving up a Saturday morning; especially when I needed to be somewhere immediately after.

Thank the lord I don't have to take it again.............I PASSED IT! Yippppeee! I'm so proud, because I thought for sure that I would be sitting again for another 2 hours of torture! But, I don't ever have to worry about it again.

Making a stand

If you know me at all, then you would know that I'm not very outspoken. I like peace and harmony. I don't like arguments or debates and I've never been very opinionated. I am on a discussion list serve where I work and after approximately a week of highly educated professors bantering back and forth with opinions, statistics and what seemed like written emails with endless researched rhetoric; I finally could stand my silence no longer. One email in particular hit a nerve and before I could stop them my fingers were flying across the keyboard in a frenzy of outrage. I couldn't stop them, they had a mind of their own and as I hovered over the send button I couldn't stop the inevitable click. Oh no! This could get ugly. I can not compete with the verbiage and writing style of these professors, nor could I so eloquently place my words in type print to even compare with this intelligent forum. My hands were shaking in shear panic of the up and coming responses that would be sent in reply to my spontaneous utterings. To my surprise, not only did I get numerous, positive responses, but a personal phone call. These pats on the back, cheers of encouragement and kudos that were flying through cyberspace and landing in my inbox multiplied and actually boosted my confidence. One person even responded by saying, " Two golden cents they are, too. Legal tender, like all the rest. ;)" What I did may not seem like much to some, but for me it took guts. I bet you're wondering what the topic of discussion was???? I'd rather not say, I don't want to further the debate.

Miscellaneous

This week is definitely football weather. There's a bitter wind that cuts right through you and it's not even November, yet. In WalMart yesterday, a worker in the baby clothes section, told me that in the Almanac it predicted this to be the worst winter in 17 years. I don't usually follow the Almanac, so I don't know how consistently on target it is, but I would agree that so far it's correct. She also went on to say that she couldn't believe that Christmas was only 8 weeks away. The lady, whose name I didn't get, continued to say that she doesn't ever really seem to enjoy the holidays, because during each holiday they're preparing for the next one. Right now, when she should be focusing on Halloween, she's already putting out Christmas items and during Christmas she's setting up Valentines, then Easter and so on. She was really unloading on me and I obliged by listening, replying and shopping (during my 1 hour lunch break) and picking out some clothes for Nolan. I do relate to what she is saying. Life seems rushed and busy. We really don't take the time to live in the moment. I believe that is what she was saying to me.

This Thursday is the Middle school championship game against White County. I'm scared to look at the weather forecast, but we will brave the weather no matter how cold. Brian has been working very hard on preparing for this game, watching and breaking down film and coming up with a game plan - all of this - in between the start of wrestling season. I'm so proud of him, he works very hard; and luckily as a family, we all love sports, because at this time of year, we are consumed by it.

Friendship

It's an amazing whirlwind of rediscovery when you cross paths with people that you shared your daily life with, day in and day out over a period of years; so long ago. These years being the time in your life when you grow and change, not only physically, but mentally. You can't imagine your life without these friends; but somehow, over time, maturity, and many subtle changes, it happens. You're no longer surrounded by this warm and cozy blanket of friends. The security is removed and once you yawn and stretch your arms out into the unknown world around, you are forced to blossom into an entirely different person. For some, this is a daunting task, for others a necessity. For me it has been the needed force for rediscovery and the assurance to become a strong, able and independent woman. Now, as I stand steady and sure of who I am I go with ample amounts of confidence and hope that I can rekindle friendships from the past.

Another one down

Well I completed yet another Midterm. I feel so relieved. One by one, I will achieve my goals............a degree. It is tough, but anything worthwhile takes effort, determination and perseverance. So, I will march on.

We will be attending Brian's middle school football game tonight - Go Indians! It should be perfect football weather. I can't wait to see them win!

Not feeling well

I hope it's just my imagination, but I sort feel like I have strep throat. If not strep, it's definitely the beginnings of an upper respiratory infection. I'm so exhausted and I need to be studying for my midterm. I think I'll just go to bed instead. I need rest. Maybe I'll place my history book on my head while I sleep..........if only that would work.

This one's for you Renae

It has been brought to my attention (Renae) that I no longer blog. Yes, it's true, I've lost that blogging feeling and it's gone, gone, gone. But, I will do my best to post a few lines here and there when I can spare a few moments. I've just gotten so caught up with living life that I barely have time to sit in front of the computer and allow cyberspace to suck me in. School is in full swing, Nolan is walking, talking and another class has begun. Football practice 3 nights a week is also another hindrance.

So, Renae, what about your blog????

One Small step for man one giant leap for blueberries

To my amazement Nolan took his first steps on Saturday, August 9th. I was nonchalantly getting some blueberries out to snack on and sat on the couch to dig in. Nolan took one look and decided to "walk" on over to acquire these sweet, blue treats. I screamed with delight and surprise and scared my husband to death. He looks so cute lifting those chunky feet and wobbling around. Yet another milestone.

Hard work pays off

I'm so thrilled and proud to say that I received an "A" for my final grade for the American Government class I took over the summer. It was a difficult course for two reasons. One being that I'm not very interested in politics and two, summer courses are more difficult because a large course load is crammed into a small amount of time. It means so much now as a grown adult to be rewarded with a good grade. It symbolizes hard work, great amounts of effort and determination at doing your best.

I'll be taking another course in the Fall and I look forward to the challenges I will face towards yet another goal of making an "A". I told my son Zachery and he was happy for me and yelled "Yay". My husband gave me a high five. Nolan was sleeping so I'll tell him in the morning. To some, this may not be a big deal, but for me it is a much needed boost to my confidence. Who says a 35 year old working mother of 2 can't hang in there with the young non-working kids fresh out of high school?

Ok enough already - no more bragging.

It's almost over

I take my final on Tuesday and then I will officially be finished with my class. I've been studying all weekend and feel like I've gotten no where. I'm not feeling very optimistic about this test and am relying heavily on the 2 essay questions to pull me through. If the test is as tricky as the study guide I'm in real big trouble.

Our riding mower blew up and spewed thick, white, stinky smoke everywhere. Our garage door opener is not working and I haven't even had time to think or plan anything for my 13th wedding anniversary on the 22nd (same day as my final). I think we'll just eat dinner at home and do something special next year.

Football camp is this week and I need to get school supplies for Zachery. School starts August 7th. My best friend, Julie, has a birthday on August 2nd, my sister, Renae's is on the 3rd. Nolan's is on the 15th. My mom is coming to visit that weekend - need to plan Nolan's 1st birthday party. I am participating in a run on August 17th. Oh, did I mention, we finally have a new director, who started on July 14th? It was a busy week.

Ok, so this post turned out to be more like a to do list. Too much on my mind and too much laundry to be done.

Goldfish

Somehow, my 10 month old son, has become addicted to goldfish. You know, those tiny orange fish shaped crackers that are cheddar flavored. They're the perfect bite-sized cracker for a little person learning to feed himself. What I started doing was putting Nolan in his high chair and pouring a handful of goldfish out onto his tray while I prepared his dinner or got started cooking. Just a way to buy some time to get started and to occupy him so that I could multi task. It turns out that I have created a cute and tiny little monster. Now, it seems that these crunchy little crackers are all that he wants. I feed him a few spoonfuls of his baby food and before long, he bats away the spoon, turns his head and completely avoids the baby food. He grunts and fusses....................until the goldfish hit the table and then all noises cease and the hand to mouth routine begins. Suddenly, everything is right in the world and Nolan, happily munches away. I'm hoping he will grow out of this ritual, because I don't want him to get into the habit of a bad eating diet. I think with any addiction, the best form of action would be to slowly and carefully withdraw the portions until we get down to zero. In other words, maybe I need to wean him from goldfish. Sounds funny! Who would have ever thought this would happen??? I'm suspicious - is there some hidden ingredient in these peculiar snacks? At any rate, I'm sure there are worse things to be going through, but maybe not as funny.

Guilty

Ok - I'm feeling bad because I haven't been blogging for a while. I've just been out of whack ever since I returned from vacation. I'm unable to shake it off. I just returned from an evening out with my friend Julie and her son Taylor. Zachery and Taylor bowled a couple of games, then played video games together, while Julie and I caught up with each other and played with Nolan. Then we headed for dinner and ate Mexican. I'm so proud of her - she's lost 16 lbs. and looks fantastic. Now, I just need to get on the ball and lose a few lbs.

I'm going to try and do better about blogging - the whole purpose of this blog is to have a journal of my life and I've been just letting it all slip by. I promise to do better. I do love to write - so it shouldn't be too difficult.

Overwhelmed

The after math of a vacation is very overwhelming. I'm still trying to get caught up at work, my house needs cleaning, I'm cramming for my mid-term that I have to take this week, another paper to write, taking Zachery to practice and the list goes on and on. I feel like I need another vacation. Instead of feeling rejuvenated and refreshed, all I can think about is going back to the beach. Is it worth it? I'm beginning to wonder. Later, when I get caught back up I will post about our trip, but for now I'm barely keeping my head above the water.................the crystal clear emerald water that I so desperately miss.

GRAND SLAM!

There's one more game left in the season and as always just when the season winds down, the boys really come together as a team. It seems to happen every time, just when the kids start clicking and grooving the end is near. Maybe they give a heartier effort, because they know it's about to end or maybe the season just isn't long enough. I too have a sense of comfort now with the parents and have warmed up with the mom's and dad's that stand along side me as we cheer our kids on to victory. Tonight, my son hit a GRAND SLAM! The ball was hit to the fence and allowed us to score 4 runs. My heart leaped as the cracking sound of the bat sent the ball sailing up, up and away. As the boys rounded the bases we all clapped and jumped up and down as if we'd won the world series. We ended up winning the game, but even if we hadn't I would have been satisfied. All of the boys played extraordinarily great tonight and pride beamed from our faces. Great job Zachery! It was so much fun watching you play.

Less hair for the good of others

Here I am after having 8 inches of hair cut off. Not only do I feel lighter, look younger and have a new bounce in my step, my hair is going to help make a womans life feel a little less painful. I'm donating my hair to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths donation program, and they are teaming up with the American Cancer Society in order to make wigs that will be dontated to women who have lost their hair due to their fight with cancer. It's a win win situation for me and I like my new summer cut - what do ya think?

Office Politics

Surviving the working world means much more than a job well done after a tough day at the office. The daily grind and ins and outs of office chatter is exhausting. One of the toughest aspects of my job is dealing with the many unique personalities. I have to curtail and tailor my office etiquette to please so many different management styles, preferences and it sends my mind whirling around like a tornado. Sometimes I feel so out of control and pulled in so many different directions I feel sea sick - please pass the Dramamine.

Another horrifying pet peeve is office gossip, back stabbing and down right two faced "adults" who never seemed to graduate from their high school antics. This behavior down right infuriates me and suffocates my well being. I simply loathe the whispering, smile to your face, stab you in the back behavior that goes on, but, unfortunately, it comes with the territory. These behaviors make me feel paranoid, uncomfortable and more importantly, takes my mind off my work.

Some days these idiosyncrasies don't affect me at all, but some days, like the days this week, it just tears me a part;especially when it is so blatant. I know, I should be mature enough to let it go in one ear and out the other, let it slide right off my back, just ignore it. And, I do for the most part, but my easy going, laid back, c'est la vie attitude is worn out. My take it easy slot is all filled up. I feel like exploding and as I'm sitting at my desk I feel like I wanna run and escape the chatter.

Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm just sick and tired, maybe everybody else needs to just grow up and pay more attention to the important things like doing their job, and thinking about going home to their families. Take a good look at the view - the big picture - and I guarantee you it's not gonna reflect any of the snide gossip or games played at the office. In a few years no one is going to care who finds out the dirt on the next hire or who got what raise or why this person doesn't seem to do their job right, etc. etc.

My synopsis............I'm ready for my vacation. The countdown begins-- I'm already mentally on the beach, listening to the waves roll in, seagulls overhead, and a gentle breeze blowing my hair as I watch my family play and splash in the refreshing water - aaahhh suddenly the office seems far away and barely visible. At the bottom of the ocean - the sharks are circling, but I'm safe on the sand reading a good book and escaping the chirps of office politics.

Knee surgery

My husband had surgery on his knee today. He had a torn meniscus and was in excruciating pain. Everything went well aside from being groggy and a throbbing pain in his knee. The doctor repaired the tear, shaved off a few jagged edges and even removed some arthritis. In the journey from the car to the house, he was able to utilize his crutches and even put a little pressure on his knee. I'm thankful all went well and he's resting peacefully at home in his recliner.

Happy 91st Birthday to Great Grandma Young

For many, today was a day off from work, sleeping in, kicking back or maybe doing some yard work. It was also a day to celebrate 91 years of living for Eleanor Young. We celebrated Great Grandma's birthday by having lunch with the family at the assisted living facility where Eleanor lives. I'm not sure if Eleanor was the oldest, but I'm pretty sure that Nolan and Zachery were the youngest. We ate barbecued chicken, potato salad and baked beans. The meal was delicious and Grandma kept telling everyone how delighted she was to have her family there with her today. It meant a lot to her and to us to share this special day with her.

Degree Seeking Mom

I wish I would have known my career path sooner. I would have loved to have graduated from High School and gone to college and graduated in 4 years. Then got the job of my dreams and started into a career that was actually in my field of study. But NOOO, instead I'm 35, a full-time working mother of two and I'm taking college courses now while cramming everything else in my life at once. I know I'm not alone in this desperate quest for a college degree. If only back then I would have realized how important it was to go ahead and get it done while I was young, energetic and childless. That is one thing I would have done differently. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have gotten my degree while I had less responsibility. These days, having a degree makes a huge difference in your chances at a decent paying job and with the job market the way it is right now, every extra edge or advantage is a huge benefit. Education is important and is something that can never be taken away from you. Knowledge is power and in my experience, so is having a degree. I plan on continuing and forging ahead with my plans in obtaining a Bachelors' degree, one class at a time. Better late than never!

Summer break

I remember that feeling just before Summer break. There was an excitement in the air, an extra bounce in my step and the feeling that I made it - another school year under my belt. AAAHHHH - time for fun, staying up late, sleeping in, swimming and all about having a good time.

My son, Zachery, is at that moment now. The last week of school before summer break sets in. This Friday will be his last day. I brought this up last night at dinner and he said, we won't do much this week except "mostly party and a little learning." I thought that was pretty funny and probably accurate. I know this is a difficult time for the teachers, because according to the calendar there's 5 more day of school left; but as far as the kids are concerned - summer has arrived.

My life

I remember as a child wondering what I would be like as a grownup. What kind of career path would I take, would I marry, have children, where would I live, what kind of house would I have. Through the eyes of a young, inexperienced and naive little girl I imagined a fairytale of the invincible career driven and successful woman carrying a briefcase wearing a designer suit with high heel shoes and an impeccable outward appearance. There was also the beautifully decorated home and manicured yard with perfectly well behaved and mannered little children dressed in their Sunday best. A husband who thought the sun rose and set in my honor and thought of me as the Queen of his world. HELLO!! Wake up and smell the coffee - which I happen to drink every morning, by the way. The future is just unimaginable, unpredictable and never what you expect it to be. As I look back at my youth I realize life's experiences has shed a great deal of ignorance, naivety and innocence; slowly peeled away over time and exposing the real me. My core was always there it was just covered up with circumstances and environmental exposure inhibiting the real beauty...........my inner beauty. The part that really counts. While my life is not perfect, it's as perfect as it can be. I have a husband and two children that mean the world to me, a beautiful home, stable job and friends and family who love me. All of these may have faults, imperfections and trying times, but it's my life. Maybe not the perfect life I imagined as a child, but a life better than I ever imagined. I can truly say that I do appreciate all that life has given me and I don't take any of it for granted. I feel so lucky to be me and each day I feel more and more blessed.

A new era

Life as we know it has changed. Gone are the days of placing Nolan in one spot and finding him there moments later. Safety is now of the up most importance. Now I'm forced to keep my floors clean too and that alone is a feat in itself. Brian and I had to lower the crib so that our little climber stays put and unhurt. He's already pulling up on things and reaching and grabbing for anything he can get his cute, pudgy hands on. Let the games begin.

Time Travel Part 2

It seems there is a trend in my life lately. Bizarre, maybe, but welcomed. I saw the Bon Jovi concert which took me back in time and now I've reconnected with Allison. She was my very best friend growing up. From the instant we met in 2ND grade we were inseparable. We quickly became friends and stayed that way until we graduated from Bauder College. After that we went our separate ways, but thanks largely in part to the world wide web we've started getting reacquainted again.

I'm very happy to say that she has a beautiful family and seems to be in a happy existence. What more can you wish for someone that is near and dear to your heart? It's hard to believe that it's been probably 14 years since we've talked, just about the same amount of time that we were best friends.

Usually things happen in three's. What next? Oh man, does that mean Jordache jeans will be back in style? Or worse yet, those dreaded jelly shoes? Time will tell.................my heart does feel happier knowing that Allison is doing well.

My handsome baseball player

This is my handsome son, Zachery. He plays baseball through the Park and Rec here in town and has come to really enjoy the game. He started out at 3rd base, but the last game he was the starting pitcher. He struck out many players and pitched almost the entire game. While up to bat, he hit an infield home run. They won 18-7. What a game! I missed it because of the concert, but we have another game tomorrow night and I can't wait to cheer the team on. I'm very proud of him, not only because he is a team player, but because of the mature way he handles himself. Playing sports teaches kids so many valuable lessons: being a part of a team, sportsmanship, confidence booster, dealing with winning and losing, having fun and benefiting from exercise. It's a great feeling to be a part of something. Go Twins!!!

Do you believe in Time Travel?

Last night I traveled in time. I instantaneously went back to the 80's. It was painless, quick and fun to do. My perspective of the 80's was so different coming from my 35 years of age - minus the BIG hair, bangle bracelets and Guess jeans.

It amazes me that an era can bring about a different side to a person. In this case a musical era. Back in high school I LOVED Bon Jovi. It took me until now to see them in concert, but it was worth the wait. As soon as they played "Shout through the Heart", "Wanted, Dead or Alive" and many other classics I was whipped back in time. I could feel a surge in my heart as I belted along in unison, word for word the lyrics that somehow have managed to stay nestled in my brain.

The band looked and sounded great! They no longer have big hair, tight leather jeans or other visual indications of their younger days, but they sounded fantastic. The arena was packed with people of all walks of life........young, old,male, female and even small children. What an array of fans. I guess when you've been around for a while your fan base stretches wide. The opening act was Daughtry - from American Idol - boy he could let it rip.

Because of the concert, we missed Zachery's baseball game.....BOOHOO :(
A co-worker, who's son is on the same team, took Zachery to the game and Grandma Paula picked up Nolan and went to the game. Brian and I called and found out that Zachery hit an infield home run and was the starting pitcher who struck out quite a few players - YAY Zachery! You did great! I'm so proud of you.

Needless to say, I'm tired today, but hey I'll manage. I am a mom after all and we mother's can do anything. Right?

Thanks to Uncle Wes for the tickets!! You're awesome.

Religion

I felt compelled to write a post on the subject of religion. I frequent a blog that is so deep, spiritual and thought provoking that I just had to comment. If you're in the mood for soul searching, digging deeper into your spiritual self or have questions on your current religious state then I would recommend this blog to you.

While I'm no religious fanatic, I do believe in God. My level of understanding is at a novice level. I do pray, try to live my life according to God, but I do admit that I don't read the bible or attend church any longer. When I did attend church, I felt out of place. I felt like I had to live up to the expectations of the other Christians in attendance. It felt like I was putting on airs; the facade of a Christian wanna be and I felt unnatural and full of betrayal, to myself. This point alone made me question what I was doing. Was I doing this for God? Was I doing this to please others? Or to please myself.

While no church is perfect - humans after all are present - I still couldn't get past the feeling of hypocrisy. I felt like I was living two lives. The life of a person that wanted to be the godly christian woman and then the fun loving, carefree, person who lived life on the edge. Somehow the two just didn't intermingle into the one true existence of ME. I've come to the realization that I have to be happy and do what makes me feel right and if that means not attending church than It doesn't make me a bad person. I can pray, and live life in a godly way without putting on a show for others. I can obtain my own interpretation of the bible (I need to read it) and I can pass on what little knowledge I do have to my children.

In no way do I mean any disrespect to those that do attend Sunday services. I'm thankful for their comfort and peace with church. I believe my husband shares this point of view and we both have a sense of righteousness in living our lives the best way we know how.

I'm through feeling guilty.

Father son night out

Brian and Zachery went to their first drag race together. They went with two other dads and their sons to an evening of manly fun. I was excited for them to have this time together...........until the phone call. My bubble was burst when Brian called to say that Zachery was upset and not enjoying himself. I don't think Zachery knew what to expect and when the cars sped by with sounds that shake your insides out and forced your eyes to rattle it totally freaked him out. They spent a great deal of time outside of the arena around the food stands and various other activities. I spoke with my friend, Marie, who's husband was one of the others in attendance. I explained what was happening and she was sorry and upset for me and for them. Not long after we hung up, I answered my phone to an astonishingly, excited sped up version of my son talking. He LOVED it! He was talking so incessantly that I couldn't get a word in. I did manage to hear something about large explosions that were fireworks, but were more like bombs - that apparently was Cool! He was still psyched up when they got home and went on about the fun evening.
What a relief! Maybe this can be a yearly tradition with the fellas.
I'm thankful for their bonding time.

As for me and Nolan - we enjoyed a quiet evening at home. Next time the wives and I are going to get together for some of our own fanfare. Come to think of it, next Friday may be that night. The guys are supposed to get together for a camping/fishing birthday party. Let's start planning..............

Marie - you're the best - thanks so much for talking with me last night, relating with my feelings and easing my mind.

Me

It's taken me a while, but I'd rather be right where I am. Sound peculiar? I finally feel good in my own skin and I feel like I'm exactly where I need to be in my life. I haven't accomplished all of my goals, but I'm enjoying the journey. I can tell you that there are a few things that I never thought I would be living with right now and one of them has a name...........Nolan. An eight month old at 35 years of age? I would have told you that you were in sane. But, the timing could have never been better. I also would have laughed at you if you told me I'd be living in a small town. That too has turned out to be a blessing. My minds ideal - the picture of my life at this age, strangely enough couldn't be more ironic. Yet, in the same breath it couldn't be more peaceful, happy and content. Sure life is not perfect and has it's many ups and downs, but home base, my being, is uniquely and pleasantly right. I'm not wealthy, I don't have a new car, the latest in fashions, expensive meals, or top of the line furniture. But, what I do have is a roof over my head, a car that takes me from A to B, decent clothes on my back, a job that I enjoy going to everyday, friends, and a family that I adore and can't wait to come home too. I actually believe it now. I believe that money isn't everything. I believe that my inner self is far more precious than my outward appearance of who I am. A person's heart really is the key to their core, their existance. Inner beauty speaks volumes, changes lives and lives on well past a persons vanity. Time has a way of speading up, slowing down and changing a perons life. It's more than hands on a clock ticking, ticking, ticking away the seconds in our lives. It's one step closer to the truth. The truth is the key. To sum this all up - I finally like me - at least most of the time. I still have issues and faults, don't get me wrong, but I'm not so bad. When I look back at how far I've come I'm amazed at the journey, but pleased at the destination. My travels have brought me far, the road has been curvy, steep and tumultous, but in the end I toughed out the mileage and have finally arrived.

Zachery's baseball team won their first game last night. Zach had a huge hit out into the left outfield but got out at 2nd - it' ok Zachery - you haven't been coached on sliding yet. He also hit a base hit after hitting it past the shortstop - this followed by a few other hits/walks led him to score a homerun. He made an out at 3rd base and overall did a fantastic job in his first game. I'm hoping that the next game the coach will let him pitch - he and his dad have been working hard on his pitching and I'm sure he'll do a great job.

The ENT specialist has recommended that Nolan get tubes in his ears........oooohhhh. He has fluid and it seems that it has been there for quite some time. Brian and I both knew this was coming, but it still doesn't make it any easier. We just need to decide on when to schedule the surgery.

Work has been hectic, but I'm hoping it will slow down soon and I will feel a little more relaxed. Sometimes I feel like I'm pulled in so many directions that I don't know which way is up. I'm sure everyone can relate to that feeling in some way,shape or form.

I've been growing my hair out to donate and I think it's about that time. I'm going to send it to Pantene and they require a minimum of 8 inches. I've been trying to decide on a short hairstyle - any suggestions please let me know. I'm also trying to figure out who to let cut my hair. I'll know when the time is right.

Reading

Reading is one of my favorite things to do. It is an escape, it's relaxing, it takes my mind places that I otherwise would never go. Reading a story makes my wheels turn, causing me to laugh, cry, cringe, shriek, sigh, relate, compare, dream, remember and countless other emotions. I prefer fiction, because I'm amazed at the creativity it takes to build and form a story from scratch - weaving intricate details and plots that somehow come together into an amazing story. I enjoy characters that don't exist that are consistent with their own personalities and how I'm able to form imagery to their physical appearance even though they are all made up. I admire writers who have the talent to take you there and draw on your emotions. The kind of author that keeps you turning the page well past your bedtime. I love reading words I don't know the meaning of and looking them up in the dictionary. Reading is a journey, to me, worth taking over and over again and I shall do this for as long as I'm able.

Sticky fingers

Tonight after shopping we went out to dinner. It was an all you can eat buffet and I had dropped off a plate of food at our table and left to go wash my hands. As I was approaching our table I noticed Brian frantically wiping Nolan's face, Zachery laughing and a lady from a neighboring table assisting my two men. I was puzzled, but found out quickly that Nolan has sticky fingers. He was helping himself to a piece of my steak that was about the size of a slice of bread. He reached, grabbed and picked up the whole piece of meat and was headed straight for his mouth. Brian stopped him just in time,but not before it was slid across the table with those tiny, persistent little fingers. I did have to go and get seconds. He was happy with mashed potatoes and bread, but kept licking his lips when I'd take a bite of my steak. I guess I'm lucky to have two boys that love to eat and are not the least bit picky. On the other hand, my grocery bill keeps going up and up.

I have so much running through my head that it's spinning. Too much to even put it into words. I'm actually at a loss of words.......so this will be a short post.

Nolan is on the verge of crawling. From a sitting position he bends over and gets into a crawling stance and rocks back and forth. He leans forward and reaches for me and tries, at times, successfully to pull himself up. He is just about wide open and mobile. You can see the urgency in his face - he's ready to go, go, go. I'm enjoying, or so I think, the last few days of a child that stays put where I leave him. In the near future - I will be on the run - literally.

Zachery has been working hard on the CRCT testing and I've been very proud of his attitude and patience while taking this test. He says that so far it has been "easy" which relieves me. He still has Friday and Monday and then he will be completed. I plan on rewarding him for his hard work.

I'm going downstairs now to enjoy some time with my husband.

It's Official

Today, my husband, has been officially named the new Head Coach of the High School Wrestling Team! What great news for him and for our family. I'm so proud of his latest promotion and I'm anxious to witness the great and admirable teachings he will show the team. He has proven his track record as the Middle School Head Coach for the last 2 winning seasons and is responsible for starting and running a USA wrestling team for the local children in elementary school and up to Middle School. He dedicates is time voluntarily and without complaint. He tirelessly does this for one reason - to help the kids become successful in life. One of the quotes that he has me print on certificates reads: "After wrestling everything else in life is easy" - Dan Gable - and let me tell you, after watching our son wrestle a few matches I agree 100%.

The foundation that he has laid for our community is already a proven building block for children's personal growth, mental and physical development, and he is already seen by most kids as a mentor and a caring, motivational and positive role model. He's just stern enough to keep their attention and respect and soft and gentle enough to allow a closeness that brings them a sense of devotion. There have been many occasions that my husband has been late coming home from practices, because he takes children home. He does this because this is their only opportunity to become involved in an extracurricular activity. This is just one example of the unselfish acts that my husband displays as a coach.

Please join me in congratulating a job well deserved by my husbands hard work, loyalty, determination and an attitude that won't give up. I know you have inspired and impressed many people with your work ethic and I wish you continued success.

Lot's of love, hugs and kisses from me to you honey! I love you!!!

Ear infections

This morning I took Nolan for a re-check on his ears following a double ear infection. His right ear looked good, but the left one still had not cleared up. More antibiotics. It's tough, because he doesn't act the least bit sick. No fever. He just seems like the same old Nolan - laughing and playing and eating like a little piggy.

I guess this calls for a visit to the ENT specialist. Our pediatrician suggests going and having a hearing test done and making sure this round of meds clears up the infection. I dread hearing the "T" word *tubes*. I know they would help, but he's just so little and sweet and innocent. The thought of putting him to sleep makes me cringe. I'm afraid he'll come out of surgery a different person - frowning, unhappy and just plain mean. I know, I need to chill.

My oldest, Zachery, had tubes and that was tough too, but he was a little older, I think he was between 2 and 3. He hasn't had an ear infection since - so yes they did help - but it still doesn't make it any easier to think of Nolan having to have surgery.

Being a mother is so tough. I guess that I should be thankful that there is a helpful invention, such as tubes, so that my son's hearing is not damaged from habitual infections. I would have more easily settled for a child that didn't get ear infections. Life just isn't that easy. Besides, things could always be worse. I should consider myself blessed.

Friday night fever

It's so nice to know that there won't be the annoying sound of the alarm clock, that I've grown to hate, blaring, beeping, buzzing and yanking me out of a sound sleep. Friday nights are a little sweeter with that in mind. No mad dash to get to work on time, no feeling of having to get to bed at a decent hour so I can avoid being a morning momma bear and no night time preparations in making my morning run smoother. I can just relax, take it easy and cozy up with my family in the comfort of my home. No better place to be. It's raining outside and makes it feel even cozier. After dinner maybe we'll pop in a movie and chill out on the sofa for the evening. I can smell the popcorn already.

Rambling

It's always something. I hate to use this expression because it sounds so cliche, but I can't think of anything better to say. Here's another good one - If it's not one thing it's another. How about this - life goes one, Live and learn, We're only human, that's a part of life. I could think of a million other quotes but I won't bore you.

Do you ever wonder why we feel so compelled to utter these expressions? It's like we have to make excuses for ourselves, or fill in the blanks when in a conversation with someone. Where did these expressions come from? Some tend to stick and have a life all their own. They make a journey from one generation to the next and get bounced around from one person to another. Here's my favorite.....I've just been so busy...........

For such a technologically advanced, I want it yesterday, need instant gratification society we sure do seem busy. How is it that we have less time in our lives with everything out there that's supposed to make our life easier and less hectic? We have instant messaging, text messaging, email, online shopping, automated bill pay, microwave food, fast food, fax machines, debit cards, ATM machines, satellite tv and radio, DVR, palm pilots, blackberry, digital cameras, video cameras and the list goes on and on.

Times have changed - OOOOPPPSSSS - there's another one of those clever phrases, but they have. It's hard not to notice the differences in the way I grew up versus my children's. I know, I know change is good. It's also happening so fast that I can't keep up.

Anyway, I'm not quite sure what the point of this post is...just a bunch of psychotic ramblings of the thoughts swirling in my head. Pay no attention to me - I'm just having a moment.

Isn't she Lovely..........................

Ok, so I lied, but I couldn't resist. I swear, this is the last post about my sister's visit. It's hard to believe that Sarah, my only niece, is now 13 years old. It seems like just yesterday that she was an adorable 6 month old baby at my wedding. Right before my eyes she has grown into a beautiful, smart, caring, sweet and sparkling young woman. I'm so honored to be your Aunt and give kudos to Renae and Jarrod for raising a stellar young lady. You should both be proud of yourselves for a job well done.

Sarah - thank you for helping out with Nolan and for caring and playing with all of the boys. I know it's tough sometimes being the only girl. You have such an amazing attitude and your poise and dignity is top notch. You are a wonderful person and don't let anyone tell you differently. Let's get together again real soon for some girl time. Love ya bunches, Aunt Alisha

Part 3: Easter Celebration

Ok, so this should be the final post about my visit with my sister and her family and our Easter celebration.

Uncle Wes and Nolan are smiling ear to ear. I think they've both been hitting the Easter candy a little too hard! What great smiles.

Brian caught on film trying to blackmail Ryan for his Easter basket. All of this going on while Jarrod is obliviously jumping away on the trampoline. Poor Ryan. Where's dad when you need him.

Ohhh come on..........a little snow won't hurt ya while you're fishing in the mountains!!!!!!! Where you going Jarrod?? Fishing trip gone bad by some very unexpected weather. No dinner tonight.

I love this family photo taken while panning for Gold. Quit it - you guys are scaring me......


Well, that's all folks. As you can see from my many photos, there were a lot of good times, good/bad weather, delicious food, and great company. I loved having my sister and her family, my family and Brian's family all together for one great visit. I'm delighted that we could all be together and thankful for every one's safe journey home. Until next time...........I love you all!

Part 2 of Easter celebration/visit

There must be a limit as to how many pictures you can blog about at a time, but as my father in law says, "no hill for a high stepper." So, here is part two of our visit. We had a house full on Easter Sunday. All together there were 14 of us and 6 of them were under the age of 14, so you do the math. I should also mention the oldest in attendance was 90 and the youngest was 7 months, so we had quite the spectrum. We had ample amounts of food - a mouth watering ham that Renae and Jarrod brought from up North, homemade baked mac n cheese, crock pot green beans, pickles, olives, horseradish and bread that Paula brought and delicious homemade brownies baked my Aunt Jan, and oh she also made broccoli salad - yummy. Thanks to everyone for their contributions towards a wonderful Easter dinner.

Everyone sitting at the dining room table in anticipation of the Easter meal. Is that a stomach I hear growling?

Here are the cousins striking an Easter pose for the camera just minutes before the egg hunt begins. I can see the anticipation in their eyes. Sarah - 13, Steven - 10 almost 11, Zachery 10 - Ryan - 7 and Adam 4 - Nolan 7 months, not pictured.

What a sweet picture of Nolan and Grandma Paula, I love how Grandma adoringly looks at Nolan on his first Easter.

Guess who found the Grand Prize $5 Easter egg? You guessed it...................Ryan! Is that a great action shot or what? He was so excited that he found the top dollar Easter egg. Isn't that face priceless?


Sorry to go on and on, but there is a part 3 to this. More pictures to share.

Easter celebration.......I know it's late

I know it's over a week later, so sue me. No really, I meant to get to this sooner, but just got caught up in the daily grind. So, anyway, I guess better late than never. At least I've sent everyone the photo album with the pictures of the visit. I know no excuse, but that's all I got. I've picked a myriad of pictures that give a highlight to our time together as one great big loving family and hope it shows the gist of the visit. We all had a blast together even Tucker....hhmmmm......by the way, he misses Adam! I'd also like to mention that magically Zachery has 5 fish again - actually, it's not magic it's called WalMart. With the exception of a few minor glitches, I'd say the trip was a success............dog humping, floating fish, chewed up clothes, snowy fishing trip, back breaking walk up the mountain, gusty, blow your food away picnic and all!!!! Did I leave anything out?




This is my favorite picture! Sarah and Nolan both have such perfect smiles! This was on the first night of the Kelley's arrival. I will always treasure this photo.

This breathtaking photo was taken after a 1/2 mile climb up to the highest point in Georgia. The location is Brass Town Bald and from a top you can see Georgia, Tennessee, North and South Carolina. The view was breathtaking and I'm not sure everyone would agree if the climb was worth it, but it was to me. It was a clear day and although I was sore the next day it felt good to climb to the top - Yoldalayhehoo!!!!!!!!!!!

Once we left the mountain we headed back home by passing through Helen and made a detour for an ice cream cone. This was the inspiration and justification for climbing the mountain. Boy was it worth it. My big handsome boy Zachery and the "expressionless" Adam. Aren't they adorable?

Here's the crew in Helen posing for a picture in front of the town wishing well. This is post ice cream cone as you can see by the happy and smiling faces.

I'll have to finish up with a part two to this post as my other pictures did not fit into this blog. To be continued..............................

Chivalry alive and kicking in the South

One thing that I love about living in the South, are those Southern Gentlemen. I'm old fashioned and proud of it. I have no problems with a man opening the door for me, carrying something for me, pumping my gas or treating me to lunch. In fact, it makes me feel like such a lady that I feel kinda bad wearing pants instead of a dress. Not too bad though, considering I haven't worn a dress since the last wedding I attended about a year and a half ago. Just today, I went to the tag office and as I turned to leave the clerk and head for the door, a gentlemen who was next in line turned around and walked to the door and opened it for me as I made my exit. I can't say that I was shocked, because this is a common exercise in these parts, but the beauty of it just never gets old. It made me feel so special. Around here, most drivers, instead of butting their cars as close as they can get to the person in front of them so as not to allow the next driver to pull out, will instead sit back and let a car or two out in front of them. If you have just a couple of items in the check out line, I've been told, you go ahead of me, you only have a few items. I've even been brought lunch because I couldn't get away from the office and payment is always refused. My sister commented a couple of times about how friendly everyone is and she couldn't get over the fact that the cashiers were so friendly and would actually carry on a conversation with you. It was mind boggling to her and made her realize how disgruntled the people are where she lives (up north). I really treasure these small town rituals. As a matter of fact, I can't imagine living anywhere else. Small town charm versus big city bustling....I'd pick the small town any day. A slower, calmer, safer, quieter and more peaceful lifestyle is what I've become accustomed to. Since I've lived both kinds of life I can say that the lower stress level and inner happiness is well worth it. So, continue on with the manners, chivalry and friendliness, it makes life for others so pleasant and shouldn't we all embrace the simple kindness of one another - it doesn't take much to make someone else's day. Even the simplicity of opening the door for someone - if it puts a smile on someones face - then one good deed for the day has been met. Maybe this explains the huge growth that's going on around here. Quality of life - there's a lot to be said for that.

Stay Tuned

I've been out of the blogging business for a few days now, but I will begin posting again very soon. My sister and her family just left yesterday and I miss them already. :(

Look for pictures and stories from our visit.

More later.

Change

Change – it’s not easy, or usually welcomed, but it is inevitable. Every facet of our lives is affected by change. Why then do we have such a problem with it? We are no more in control of our lives than we are of the weather. We are frightened of the unknown, nervous and uncomfortable about a change in our routine and we get down right angry if someone else tries to tell us we need to change our ways.

Change is good. Think about all of the positive events that have come about because of it. We change our eating habits to promote good health, we change our sleeping habits to benefit from a good nights rest, we change our attitudes to get along with others and we even change clothes to present ourselves in a clean and hygienic manner.

Change gets old. On the flip side, why do I feel like I’m the one always changing? I change to fit everyone else’s needs. I change my schedule to accommodate others. I change my wants and desires to please someone else. How do they know what’s best for me? I change my routine so as not to interfere with another person’s schedule. For once, why doesn’t someone change to fit my needs?

Change is a whirl wind of emotions and an unsettling action in constant motion rapidly evolving. We can either ride with the wind and land on our feet or fight an unnecessary battle that will end leaving us in exhaustion and defeat. Don’t get me wrong – if you don’t like something you have a right to stand up and take charge, but sometimes the raw energy surrounding us is already in formation leaving us in a lonely stance against an unforgivable force.

I think I change my mind. Why can woman do that without cause or explanation? Do men lack in some complex chemical that allows for such a thing in ones brain? Do we possess some special skill that enables our minds to wander back and forth between right and wrong, good or bad or is it the lack of decision making skills. I am guilty of second guessing myself after making a decision, maybe that’s why I do change my mind so often, but I usually learn from the outcome and move on.

Change is active, it is all around us, yet we still fight it. We try desperately to understand and reason with change. We question ourselves, others and aren’t happy until we can make sense of the change and fit it into our neat little life. If it doesn’t fit we try to brush it aside, we resist, we deny, we obstruct.

Change is a way of life. The seasons change – they shed the old so the new can sprout. Each layer fades so that bright new beginnings can form and take shape. Each passing day the birth of change unfolds before us. This is like a new wonder, an enchantment of possibilities. What does the future hold? We will see - one change at a time.

Boys and Mud

What is it about boys and mud? It's like a magnetic pull so strong they are unable to resist.
It rained most of the day today, but as soon as the rain cleared up, Zachery took off outdoors.
He has a basketball hoop, trampoline, bike, pogo stick, skateboard and many other things, but what does he do? He goes straight for the nearest mud hole. The doorbell rings, so I open the front door to find him introducing me to his wonderfully messy glob of mud. He was so proud of this that he requested that dad come and take a look too. He beamed with pride and of course was covered in this earthly mess from head to toe. He and his dad even saved this inside a freezer ziplock bag and placed it in the freezer. Brian then proceeded to tell us both that when he was a little boy he would save his mud in the freezer too. Once he went to bed that night he would make a wish that when he got up the next morning that the mud would have turned into chocolate..................it never did. Gosh, I guess that would be a child's dream come true. Instant, home, grown chocolate from your own back yard!

Sister Visit

In exactly 2 days my sister and her family will be arriving for a 4 day visit. We're all excited that the entire family is coming over the Easter holiday. The fun family of 6 will be in town Friday evening. We have an Easter dinner and egg hunt planned for Sunday. It will be so much fun to have all 6 kids together running around the yard in search for Easter eggs. We're also going to celebrate Jarrod's birthday - he'll be 25 - right Jarrod? A Mexican dinner is planned for this celebration. I'm a little worried about the sleeping arrangements and hope the kids don't mind sleeping on an air mattress. Hopefully they'll have so much fun during the day that it won't matter and they'll crash quickly into slumber. The weather should be nice and hopefully the spring time temperature will continue on through their visit. I know this visit will go by quickly so I want very much to enjoy every second. See you guys in a couple of days and drive safely!

Wacky weekend weather with a springtime twist

Saturday proved to be eventful. Brian headed out around 6 a.m. for the final USA wrestling tournament - aaaahhhh! So Zachery, Nolan and myself rode out the storm alone. This strange weather lasted all day and begin with rain, rain and more rain. This was Forest Gump rain. It came down hard, soft, sideways, and any way it could fall. It pounded our roof tops, washed out our flower beds, came in our storm door and our yard was literally standing under water. Given our drought, it was welcome, but at the same time unwelcome. The lightning and thunder wasn't too bad and it was windy at times. We were without power for at least 3 hours, thank goodness for cell phones - I was able to keep in touch with my husband that way. Just when we thought it was all over - I noticed something strange fall in the yard. It started falling faster and then I couldn't believe my eyes. Hail balls started pounding the ground and soon after our yard was white. After this came more rain and finally our power came back on. Well we made it without any major damage, just a messy yard, driveway and sidewalk, but who are we to complain? The next day was gorgeous! Bright, blue skies, sunny and warm. We opened up windows and enjoyed the fresh outdoor air. It was like the outside got a good spring cleaning. I'm so ready for this time of year. Just thinking about it makes me take a deep breath, close my eyes and instantly relax.

What Next?

Well, I've had an allergic reaction to the medicine I was taking for my UTI, so they think. I'm broken out all over my body and I itch everywhere. My face is red and my skin is blotchy. I've been to the doctor a total of 4 times in the last week. I'm OVER IT! Now I'm taking Prednisone for this rash and an antibiotic for my sinus infection. Let's pray that this is it for me for the rest of 2008. I had taken a Benedryl the night before and slept soundly - but I paid for it the next day at work. I was groggy, irritable and so sleepy. I felt so bad that I went to my mother -in- law's and laid down on her couch during my lunch break. Needless to say, I did not take another Benedryl. I feel much better today, just a little jittery from the Prednisone. I can deal with that.

My sister, Renae, and I were talking a couple of days ago, swapping health problems, medications, aches, pains and then all of a sudden, I stopped and said, "Oh my Gosh!" We're doing it. We are becoming old people. You know, how all they talk about is their trip to the doctor or pharmacy and about their health issues, what kind of meds they're taking, so on and so forth. We got a big laugh out of that.

I will do my best to make this the last post about any kind of ailments. (please, please!)

Sick and Tired

I just came back from the doctor's office and I have a sinus infection. If you've had one then you know what I'm going through. Fever, sore throat, headache. The pressure around the eyes and nose area is so excruciating that it hurts to move your eyeballs or head. All you want to do is sleep and hope that when you wake up it's gone. In this case, it will take some antibiotics to clear this up. I can't wait to feel back to normal again.

I hope no one takes this as whining.

Happy Birthday Grandma Paula

Yesterday was a flurry of events. From cleaning house, getting Zachery ready to spend the night at a friends house, going to the grocery store, baking a cake and preparing a meal. Brian and I were both scurrying around in the kitchen; stirring, chopping, slicing, measuring, baking, frying and cleaning and even a last minute run back to the store for a must have ingredient for the cake. This was all in preparation for a birthday party for my mother-in-law, Paula.

We had 6 guests plus Nolan and my husband prepared a dish that was absolutely delicious called Chicken avocado melt. This dish is very tasty and makes for a colorful presentation. For the birthday girl I baked a White Chocolate Fudge cake from a recipe that I got from my sister Julie. This being the first time trying this recipe I wasn't quite sure what to expect. It was fabulous! Definitely a keeper. Thanks Julie!

Brian and I really enjoyed having everyone over for dinner and dessert and had a lot of great laughs talking and sharing stories from the past to the present. It makes me realize that we don't do this often enough. I've been thinking that it seems we only get together for birthdays or holidays. Maybe we could make an effort to get together more often throughout the year. I know everyone has a "busy" schedule, but this should be a priority.

I hope Paula enjoyed her party as much as we enjoyed having it.

Happy Birthday Grandma Paula!

Craving Chinese Food

Have you ever craved Chinese food? Well, I did today. I also craved to see my very good friend Julie. She and I met back in August of 07 and hit it off instantly. Every time we get together we find out more and more how much we have in common. She is independent, hard working, caring, trustworthy, sweet, pretty, and an "excellent" mother who never meets a stranger. She always brightens my day with her spunky and infectious attitude. Today as a belated birthday gift, she treated me to Chinese. The food was delicious, but the conversation was even better. We laughed, (loudly I might add) shared stories and connected once again like we've known each other all of our lives. I'm so thankful to have Julie's friendship. Good friends are hard to come by these days so I cherish our relationship dearly. So thanks girlfriend, I hope we'll be friends for life.

Thanks for lunch and by the way, your new do looks FABULOUS!!

Matthews/Bingham Rock Band

Have you heard of this newly formed Rock Band? Alisha is thumping the base, Zachery is banging those drums, Wes is strumming the guitar and Brian and Nolan are belting out the tunes. They rocked the Matthews house on Sunday, March 3, 2008 and played 4 straight hours of non-stop hits.






Here the vocalists show their stuff with notes that would send chills down your spine.

Look at Grandma Paula play that guitar, she looks like she's in the groove. Uncle Wes is a pro at the drums and shows off his natural talents as he dazzles us with greatness!

Thanks Uncle Wes for bringing over the Rock Band equipment. We had a blast playing in the band and would love to do it again sometime. I know, don't worry................I won't quit my day job!

Motherhood

Being a parent has caused my inner soul to bloom, bloom wide open for the world to view. Open for all to see, judge and criticize. My heart beats one steady, strong beat at a time and feeds my body with love and compassion for all humanity. I feel so deeply for my children that it causes me pleasure and pain. Giving that love strengthens me to the core and allows me to sail through life with pride, confidence and peace. I look adoringly at what I helped to create through my eyes that were once young and innocent. Now I look with the eyes of a mother. The view is outstanding and takes my breath away. I smile from the inside out knowing that this is what life is all about. I've done my job, I've brought precious life to the world and witnessed the magical and beautiful growth from my womb and into the air that we breath. I feel blessed to share this with other mothers, because they are the only ones to understand this sacred emotion. I ask nothing in return except the joy and satisfaction that my children are healthy and happy. That payment would far exceed any other thing this world has to offer. As a mother I want my children to be true to themselves and never compromise their disposition or give up on their dreams or passions. Never lose focus on your path, stay on course and don't look back, only look to the future with wide eyes and anticipation that life will lead you in the right direction and never fail you. Motherhood is an endless role. A ride that never ends. A ride I don't want to get off.

I love you Zachery and Nolan. You are my shining stars that lead me through the maze of life and show me what living is really about.

SSHHHHH

Nolan and I were invited to see Domonique's baptism at church this morning. Ms. Domonuque used to work in the baby cottage and took wonderful care of Nolan. I often caught him staring and smiling at her and he used to love it when she sang to him........"You are my sunshine." She has since then moved up to the one year old room, but we still keep in touch and were honored to witness her special moment. Nolan did quite well sitting in church and we did see the baptism, but not long after he got restless and started making endless, babbling baby noises. It was a small church and he was the only baby so there was no hiding or pretending that it wasn't us. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment and could feel the looks from all of the church members. Nolan didn't seem to mind or care for that matter. As usual he was in his own little happy world. We decided to make a get a way and headed to the back room to allow everyone to hear the preacher in peace. I didn't want to Domonique to miss service so after a few minutes of catching up and chit chat, she went back out to the main worship area and Nolan and I made a mad dash for the back door. I'm thankful that we were able to stay long enough to see the baptism and we are both proud of Domonique's decision to become closer to God. Oh and we can't forget to say Congratulations on your engagement!!!!!! We wish you all the best.

Nolan's Entourage

From Left to Right
Faith, So (holding Nolan), Felicia (back) and Kayla

Let me introduce you to the ladies that lovingly care for Nolan while I'm working during the day. They are all unique and interesting woman who bring different personalities and talents in caring for children. I'm always greeted warmly in the mornings when dropping my little one off for the day and even told to have a good day at work. I've become quite fond of them all and because I go everyday at lunch to nurse Nolan, I feel like I've gotten to know them all quite well. I actually feel like one of the girls. We laugh together, share a great deal of stories and experiences with each other, and I feel great comfort in how easily we all get along.

Nolan has changed so quickly in such a short amount of time, but the girls are always one step ahead; anticipating his feeding habits, sleeping patterns and playful routines. They are all such great communicators and give him top notch care. Every time I walk into the baby cottage, if he's not sleeping, he's usually playing and having a good time or being loved on. Keep in mind, he's not the only baby they care for. They have up to 12 babies between the 4 of them and they're all on different shifts. I don't know how they do it and still manage to have a smile on their face. Nolan is lucky to have such wonderful care and benefits from a fun and loving environment. A round of applause and a bouquet of appreciation to Faith, So, Felicia and Kayla. You are all so wonderful and I feel blessed to have you caring for my Nolan-pie. I will be so sad when Nolan moves up to the one year olds :(

Thanks to all of you..................

Nolan's 1st haircut

OK, so my husband has been bugging me about Nolan's hair. Everyday for the last couple of weeks...."His hair is too long...he needs to get it cut....when are we gonna cut his hair?" Finally, a couple of days ago, I say, "OK, I'll cut it soon." I've been reluctant to do this, because he's so young and wobbly. The thought of having scissors that close to his precious head scares me to death! But, in order to please my husband, I've got to overcome this. Well, I had my mind made up to "eventually" do this at some time or another, but my time frame quickly changed to - IMMEDIATELY! This decision came after two different people mistook Nolan for being a GIRL! I politely corrected them and said with a smile, "he's a boy." So, tonight after his bath, my husband held him while I carefully clipped away his baby hair. There will be no mistaking him now. He without a doubt looks like a cute, baby boy. What do you think?

Here we go again

Well I never made it to the chiropractor, instead I left work early to take Nolan to the doctor. He exhibited the signs of an ear infection. Runny nose, cough, congestion. It turns out that this time his ears were fine!! Thank the lord! The doctor sent us on our way and we made a stop at the drugstore to pick up a prescription for a decongestant and saline spray. I walked inside and saw the pharmacist who happened to be a friend of mine, Jennifer. I was shocked that she was there, because I knew she worked at a different location. Apparently she floats on occasion. She was happy to see the baby and gave me excellent customer service! There's definitely benefits to living in a small town.

Pain in the “Back”

For the first time in my life, I’m experiencing pain and discomfort in my lower back. Have I reached that magical age where your body starts to deteriorate? It sure seems that way. Long gone are the days of endless cartwheels, flips, back bends and many other maneuvers of a once youthful body. I’m not sure how or when this happened, but I’ve been uncomfortable for about a week now. At first, I thought I must have hit my back on something, maybe slightly bruising the area. Could it be from jumping on the trampoline with Zachery? I’ve given it a week and not only has it not improved, but it’s gotten worse. So much so that when I go home I just want to sit on the couch. Having a 6 month old does not help this situation. He likes being held, needs diaper changes and baths. None of these activities are forgiving on ones back. My husband was extra helpful last night and took care of Nolan while I enjoyed a long hot shower. He also cleaned up the kitchen after dinner……..thank you honey~. I’ve come to the conclusion that I must have a pinched nerve and it’s been suggested that I see a chiropractor. I’m reluctant to do so, because I’ve never been to one before and I’ve never gotten past the skepticism and questionable qualifications of someone re-configuring your spine. I’ve been asking around and have heard nothing but positive reinforcement for this profession. My co-worker, Lee, swears by it and says, “she always leaves feeling much, much better.” In fact, she says she “loves going to the chiropractor.” Well, at this point, I’m in so much pain that I’ve lost all ability to put this off and make excuses. So, I’ll let you know how the appointment goes………..

A beautiful ride

As I was leaving for work this morning, I opened the garage door and looked outside to see beautiful snowflakes falling. Yesterday, I drove to work in the rain; I much prefer this mornings soft, fluffy flakes. It won’t accumulate too much, but it sure did put a smile on my face. I’m sure hundreds of kids were praying and begging for a snow day. Around here it doesn’t take much to have a school closing, because of the curvy mountain roads. I grew up in West Virginia and we had much harsher winters. We got our fair share of blizzards and as a child I benefited from quite a few snow days. I recall that buzz from the possibility of no school. My friends and I would call each other on the phone and talk with anticipation of getting a “free day”. These are the mornings that you would wake up “before” your alarm clock sounded; wide eyed and ready for the day at home, racing to turn on the radio and crossing your fingers to hear them say the magic words…………..Jefferson County schools are CLOSED! My sister and I would jump up and down in excitement over this news. What I wouldn’t give to have that feeling again, pure relief without any worry or guilt.

What a difference a day makes

The alarm goes off and I squint to focus in on my clock. It’s 5:30 a.m. and this is the first time I’ve opened my eyes since I went to bed last night. That being said, Nolan slept the entire night. It’s amazing how different one feels with a good nights sleep. In retrospect, I wonder how I made it through the day literally coasting through on fumes. Three hours of sleep is just plain not enough and since I’m breastfeeding I don’t have the luxury of juicing up with caffeine - no way to kick start myself or jolt my brain into activity. Today, however, I feel great. Nolan, himself, seemed much happier this morning and showcased non-stop smiling and laughs. This is a much more appealing way to start the day.

Work has been running smoother for me, as well. We’ve been operating the last couple of weeks Director[less] – some of you may not be aware that Julio, my boss, is no longer in his position as Director of Physical Plant. This shock came about on February 12^th and since then we’ve been sorta floating on our own. I did notice this morning that they did post a job announcement for the Director’s position. I was so sad to see Julio go, but I’m ready to get someone in here and up and running. I’m nervous about this for our whole department and for me personally, because I am a direct report to the Director. I worry about the new person’s expectations, personality and work ethic. I know that I shouldn’t worry, but that’s my nature. I worked for Julio for a little over 3 years, the entire time I’ve been in this position. He was who hired me. I usually can get along with most anyone, but I’m hoping that this next boss won’t be some psycho, control freak who piles on the work and looks over your shoulder demanding that this be done yesterday. My co-worker, Susie, told me at my first day on the job, “there’s never a dull moment around here and every day something new and unexpected happens.” Boy was she right! Just when you think you’ve heard it all…….you’re yet again left in astonishment. The latest being the Julio incident. One day he’s your boss, the next day he’s packing up and moving to another building. Mind you, he has a different title, same pay, less responsibilities, but how they went about it is what bothers me. As far as I know, they never formally sat down with him, counseled or wrote him up. So, he never had any fair chance of acknowledgement or ability to make improvements. It was just, we're making changes and one of them is that you are no longer the Director of Physical Plant. I believe the shock has finally worn off for him and me, but it will always be an unresolved issue on my conscience. So for now I guess we will see what tomorrow brings………..

Sleepless in Georgia

For some unknown reason my 6 month old son, Nolan, decided to wake up numerous times last night. I made my way to bed between 10:30 and 11:00 and was in a state of sleep that is somewhere between dreaming and consciousness. You know when you feel like your sleeping, but not totally there? Then, I heard it, the dreaded cry screeching through the monitor. You gotta love em. It's actually a love hate thing, I've been tempted to just turn the thing off, but what if something happened? A strange noise or life altering cry that would send me to my feet running like a mad woman down the hall to Nolan's room. It is for that reason that I must leave it on. I walked into Nolan's room, changed his diaper and then proceeded to nurse him. This seemed to calm him instantly. Wonderful! Right? Not quite. As soon as I gingerly laid him down he instantly awoke and began crying. Maybe he's still hungry? I fed him some more, same reaction, he happily ate and seemed to be asleep. I placed him carefully in his crib, trying not to disturb his slumber, but yet again he awoke and began to cry. I quickly picked him up danced and rocked him side to side, it worked. Well, somehow the crib must have something on it that sends sensors to my son's back quickly alerting him that he has left his mother's arms. AHA! What does every mother do in this incident? I made my way downstairs for the Tylenol. He's been teething so I thought maybe his teeth are bothering him. I also threw in some Ora gel. That will have to do the trick. Finally, by 1:30 I was able to place him in his crib and RUN for my bed. I didn't run fast enough, because as soon as I was just about to crawl back into the warmth of my bed he started crying again.......UUGGGGHHH! Back in I go, this time I decide to wait him out and see if he cries himself to sleep. I sit on the floor next to his crib and lean against the wall. I somehow am able to drift away slightly even through the crying. I get up and go to bed. I don't even know what time it is now and I don't want to know. My eyes open to more crying, this time I look at the clock - it's 4:30, back I go making the march down the well worn path that I'm able to follow with my eyes closed. My son is smiling up at me like it's completely normal to be awake at this hour. I feed him again and rock him and lay him down. Same routine as before. This go around lasts until 5:15. Man, I've got to get up for work and that doesn't give me much more sleeping time. I go ahead and just turn that annoying alarm clock off. My husbands alarm is set for 6:00, I'll just get up then. I vaguely remember hearing my husbands alarm, then the running shower, then the garage door going down. Yikes! My husband and son are leaving for work/school! That means it's almost 7:00! I need to be at work by 8, I'd better put it into high gear. Of course, at this point my son is happily and soundly sleeping like there's no tomorrow. I have no problems waking HIM up this time. Even after the interrupted night of sleeping, he still greets me with a good morning smile that melted my heart. I picked him up and gave him a big hug and lot's of kisses and told him that I was sorry he had a rough night. I don't know why he had a bad night.......I'm wondering if the lady at Starbucks missed the part where I said Decaf - please. Whatever the case may be, I'm praying tonight will be a different story.

A Happy Ending

Let's just say that my day off from work was not really a day off. You always want what you can't have and that rings true as a working mother of two. Friday's are usually days at work you wish the weekend would come on already. You count down the hours until quitting time and race out of your office life you were about to win the gold medal at a finish line. But really all you are doing is rushing to get out the door so you can relax and breath easy, AAAHHH the weekend. Most mothers know that's not the case. The real work is just beginning. As was the case for me yesterday....Friday.....I took the day off because after a handful of phone calls, a half a dozen times of shuffling around appointments, I managed to have 3 different doctor appointments scheduled all in the same day at DIFFERENT times and in different offices. That in itself is a miracle. It all started with an 8:15 a.m. appointment with a dermatologist for my eldest son, Zachery. We, meaning myself, Zachery and Nolan had to leave our house at 7:30 in order to make our appointment. We found the office fine, but what I wasn't prepared for was our rude nurse. She was short, (verbally) snippy, a know it all and very condescending. She ended our little meeting pre-doctor visit in a nice way playfully smiling and cooing with Nolan, so I wrote it off as maybe taking her wrong. Then Jeanette, the PA arrives. Nice enough, so it seemed, until she starts performing a medicinal task without introduction or so much as an explanation. This was the beginning of my dismay. I questioned what it was she was doing and asked if she could explain it to me. She stopped and after discussion and the ability to make a decision myself for my son, I asked her to presume. She then made the comment, "well that's what I was going to do in the first place." That being said and done, she proceeded to scurry about and tried wrapping up our appointment without so much as a thorough examination. I kept finding and seeing more things she missed and would point them out to her dismay. As we were leaving and walking out the door I noticed some more missed diagnosis, due to her obvious "hurry" to get out the door and on to the next Number. She seemed irritated by this and went on out the door and sent the nurse in to finish her job (the job she didn't thoroughly complete). So, here I am again with the lovely nurse. She proceeds to finish the job, but she is doing this in a way that is causing my son great discomfort. I can see him tensing in pain and when the tears started dropping from his eyes onto his lap, that's when I spoke up. This is hurting him, when the doctor did this he didn't cry and she didn't do it that way. Her response, "Well, this is how I was trained and this is how I do it." That infuriated me!!! She finished up and I stormed out of there. At check out we needed to schedule a check up visit. The lady tried scheduling me with the same person. I refused the same person and said I do NOT want to see her again I need to be scheduled with someone else. The look on her face was astonishing! She almost fumbled over herself. At this point most people would have caused a scene. If you know me at all, I am not that kind of person. I am probably one of the most patient, understanding people you will meet. I get along with most anyone and I avoid conflict at all measures. This incident was pushing it for me. As I was standing there facing her my hands were shaking ( a definite sign that I've had it) and my usually smiling face was stiff and unfriendly. She could see this and didn't push it with me. As we were exiting the building I was getting madder and madder by the second. When I made it to the car the first thing I did was to call my husband. He got an earful from me and quickly said, what's their number? My husband and I are very different in how we handle adversity. Because of this incident, my husband was late in making an out of town appointment. He was still at home when we arrived back and as we entered our home, the phone rang. It was a call back from the head doctor in charge of this practice. My husband exited to the basement and engaged in a conversation with complete rhetoric, pretty much word for word of my experience with our treatment. The doctor, apologized, said he would talk with both of them and offered to see us personally and for free at our next visit if we chose to come back. This satisfied me, as long as I don't have to see that nurse again. I'm not sure at this point if I will go back. Our next appointment was for Nolan, at 2:15. This visit went well. Nolan has had 4-5 ear infections in his short 6 month life and that caused me great concern. I don't like seeing him sick and I was concerned of there being hearing damage. Being greeted by this nurse and doctor was like night and day. It was good to have someone to compare this with, because without a doubt I could see it wasn't just me. Nolan does meet the criteria for tubes in his ears, but the doctor thinks we should wait and get through the winter season and more into spring before we make any decisions. I totally agreed with him and was actually relieved. I don't want to rush into surgery especially if it's not completely necessary. Next, we were on to the next office. Nolan's 6 month check up. This go around only required 2 injections.....WHEW. He handled them pretty well. He is developmentally right on target and actually the doctor seemed surprised that I already had him sleeping in his crib in his own room. This shock actually shocked me. He's been sleeping in his own room since between 3 and 4 months old. I guess I'm doing better than I thought. He also sleeps through the night and has for some time now. It's actually a very simple process of putting him to bed. He usually goes to sleep around 8:30 by just laying him in bed and giving him his blanket. No fuss, no mess, right off to sleepy land. I'm blessed with 2 wonderful boys. Anyway, that visit went well, the nurse was extra nice as if she knew about my previous engagement with the nurse from he**. The doctor was not in a rush to get out of the room with us and spoke to me slowly, carefully and like I was the only patient he had that day. Things were looking up. We headed back to town (approx. 30 min. drive) and rushed to change and get ready for the evening we had planned. Brian, myself and Zachery were driving to see David Copperfield. My husband was already in that direction at a wrestling event at the Arena. This meant that me and Zachery had to drive there and meet him. Grandma Paula so graciously arrived at our house to keep Nolan for us - thanks! As soon as she showed up we flew out the door and headed out. First of all, I am not good with directions. Mix that with Friday night traffic, rain and dark and this makes for a bad combination. We were scooting right along making good time and doing well, then we hit a bottle neck of traffic. This delayed us about 10 - 15 minutes. Not too bad, so far we still had plenty of time to make our 8:30 show time. Now the fun begins. I'm supposed to be able to find a place I've never been, by following directions my husband gives me that I've written down while driving in the rain and dark...........well, you guessed it I got lost. When I'm in these kinds of situations I panic. I can't think straight and I get very stressed. After a couple of phone exchanges with my husband I figure out where I am and what I need to do. My poor son tries so hard to help me by naming every street sign he sees, reminding me of the time and so forth. This in his eyes is helpful, in mine it's added pressure! We meet up with Brian and follow him to the easy to locate hotel down the interstate. What did we do without cell phones!!! As I'm tailing him and searching for the Quality Inn while talking on the cell phone......do you see it? No. It's supposed to be on the right hand sign, Oh man, not another red light! We need to switch lanes, now we need to turn around. This exchange goes on for quite some time. Finally we decide to ditch his car in another hotel parking lot and at this point take off like superman, as fast as a speeding bullet, because it is now 7:45. We need to be at the David Copperfield show by 8:30 and we have 27 miles to go to get to the destination, mind you we've never been there, so more directions! We surprisingly don't have any problems finding it and quickly park our car. By this time it is 8:20......shew, we made it. My son, Zachery, is a stickler for being on time, actually he likes to be early for everything. So this, to him, was late. We jetted into the beautiful and new center to find our seats. Oh, yeah I forgot to mention. Zachery and I never ate dinner. That was supposed to happen before the show, because we had SOOOO much time. Never fear, we'll hit concessions inside. That's great except all they had to offer was candy and chips. We both ate a snickers, because they satisfy you and drank some lemonade. I know, not a wonderfully, nutritious meal or combination, but we were desperate. We sat in our seats, which thanks to Uncle Wes, were wonderful. Finally, we sat back and relaxed. The show was amazing, mind boggling and entertaining. All of the running around, frantic, stressful inconvenience was worth it when I looked over and saw the expression on my 10 year olds face!!!! Every bad experience, and ill feelings disappeared instantly and brought a smile to my face and to my heart. If I had to go through all of those bad times, and unwanted instances again to see his face I'd do it all again, no question. What a happy ending to a very stressful day.