bsmiles and sunny days

I have this one kid that broke the mold. I don't want to embarrass him by saying his name or anything, but I'm telling you, I don't think there is any way to classify him. He's like all the energy of an atomic bomb coiled up inside this tiny body, brimming with creativity and intellect and more energy intermingled with testosterone. He's a wild child. The kid can't focus for more than about thirty seconds. I mean, he can when we make him; I had to get him through kindergarten for mercy sakes, but with full efficiency, he cannot focus. If you call me, you'll hear me tell him to wait till I get off the phone to talk to me. To stop interrupting me. To go play. To back up. To stop interrupting. To go play. You'll have to wait. *exasperated sigh* Go to your room until I am off the phone. I mean, it depends on how long we've been talking, but if it's more than about two minutes, you'll hear at least the first two. Yesterday he told me that he didn&

It could be that she's the last and I'm certain of it, or maybe it's just that I have nothing else to do around here but be the mommy, but I am starting to love my life again. Seriously, I feel like a woman possessed when pregnancy hormones take me over. I know it's bad when I'm in the thick of it because of the trail of tears that follows my every move, but it's when I start feeling like myself again that I realize how miserable I truly am as a pregnant woman. Deisha is a little fussy, but it could be because there are two little tooth buds peeking through her bottom gum already. The reflux doesn't help either, but we're surviving. We're more than surviving, we're adjusting to life again. Dale and I are back to walking everyday, which makes a huge impact on my perspective. I am also starting to crave knowledge again. That may sound really bizarre, but when I'm pregnant, I become so self-consumed that I can't work on any of the di

or what, but Scooder lost fifteen pounds. I can't remember if I blogged about this, but we thought we were going to lose Scooder shortly after we moved here. He had some sort of a decline, started packing on weight, became extremely lethargic, and I was convinced he wasn't going to the bathroom. At one point he stopped eating and drinking and laid down on the couch for what I thought was the end. I sat with him, counting respirations and checking for a pulse. (What can I say, I'm a CNA at heart. HAhahahaha ) We took him to the vet the next day where they x- rayed him, pumped him full of fluids, and sent him home with a ridiculous bill. He stayed fat for a while and acted like he was decrepit every time he crept up into his pet bed, which is essentially an over sized pillow. I worried until we took him on a walk off the leash the first time and he ran around like a puppy. He skipped hither and fro with his tail up marking every inch of the mile. Since he wasn&

I didn't know how long I'd be out of commission, I still don't. People keep saying, "I thought you'd be an old pro by now." Which makes sense because six times I've brought a new baby home. Once I brought a baby home to three other toddlers, and then moved out of state that same month. But for some reason, I'm all out of sorts and feel like it's all new, uncharted territory. A lot of things have are different this time. Being across the country from all of our relatives is probably the biggest thing; I can't tell you how weird it was not to have my sister in the waiting room of the hospital, and knowing she wouldn't be here for weeks following. Another thing is that Dale has two full days in a row off from work every week, and when he gets home from work he's not running to another job or studying for any tests. Also I'm not working, that's awesome. And probably the biggest thing is that I don't have a life outside these wa

and you, and you, and you, and you two, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you. But I've still got her, and him, and them, so I'll be alright.