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Friday, January 6, 2012
Wow!!! Long time no post!
I have so much to catch up on....Christmas, andrew's birthday, and my birthday! Hopefully I can find some time to sit down at computer and not my phone and do some up dates! If any one still cares to hear about what is going on. I will really try to get an update really soon. I hope this weekend I can get it done.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Being so cute...
The last week before work, I drove over to my parents house to wait for my Mom to come home after work so she can watch the kids. Kaitlynn knocked on the front door while I was unlocking the front door to go inside. What happened next would just make you melt in laughter........
Door opens.....Kaitlynn puts her hand to her mouth and says....
"HELLO....Anyone here.....HELLO" (While looking around the house) "HELLO"
(Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head)" I don't think anyone is home"
I replied with " Grandma is at work and will be home shortly.
Just yesterday, I walked up the models to waste some time and to get out of the house. At every Model we walked over to, Kaitlynn would knock on the door, go inside and ask "Hello is anyone here".
While Kaitlynn was playing with her legos, she was putting them together and counting them as they went together.....one, two, three. David and I were impressed that she could count to three all by herself. Then just yesterday, we were making pretzels and I was counting to 30. After I would say the number, Kaitlynn would repeat it all the up to 30.
Kaitlynn is getting more and more new sayings. She just makes me laugh every single time. I need to try to catch her on video.
Door opens.....Kaitlynn puts her hand to her mouth and says....
"HELLO....Anyone here.....HELLO" (While looking around the house) "HELLO"
(Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head)" I don't think anyone is home"
I replied with " Grandma is at work and will be home shortly.
Just yesterday, I walked up the models to waste some time and to get out of the house. At every Model we walked over to, Kaitlynn would knock on the door, go inside and ask "Hello is anyone here".
While Kaitlynn was playing with her legos, she was putting them together and counting them as they went together.....one, two, three. David and I were impressed that she could count to three all by herself. Then just yesterday, we were making pretzels and I was counting to 30. After I would say the number, Kaitlynn would repeat it all the up to 30.
Kaitlynn is getting more and more new sayings. She just makes me laugh every single time. I need to try to catch her on video.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Halloween 2011
I understand that everyone is just dying to find out what Andrew and Kaitlynn were for Halloween. Well, your wait it over and I will let the cat our of the bag. 
Andrew is Kick Buttowski from Disney XD. Bought Troy Bolton costume and altered to fit my little guy. Bought felt for new patch and to make shoe covers. Didn't buy paint to paint his helmet but that is a whole different story. 
Kaitlynn is Kick's best friend, Gunther. I bought two shirts and sewed them together. Then stuffed them to make her a fat kid. I also bought navy blue sweat pants and cut them to make long shorts. The hat was something I already had.
All the swing was done by my Mom. Thanks Mom!!!!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Today.....
So this is how Andrew's tooth looks today. Andrew has had a loose tooth for a couple months now. At first it very dramatic that his tooth was loose. David and I have been working on letting Drew touch his tooth and wiggle it. So we really weren't it that big of a rush. We wanted Andrew to be ready when it fell out. After this picture, he pushed his tooth with his thong and it practily fell out.
It has been loose and half way broken that it started to turn black.
So I took drastic measures and pulled it out.
He was totally okay that I pulled it out. No crying nothing.
This is what I got out.
It has been loose and half way broken that it started to turn black.So I took drastic measures and pulled it out.
He was totally okay that I pulled it out. No crying nothing.
This is what I got out.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Pictures
I always get Andrew's school pictures every year because they always turn out sooooo cute and I always want the class picture. I'm so glad that I got a class picture this time because it came out so good.
This is Andrew and his class for 2011-2012 school year.
This is Andrew and his class for 2011-2012 school year.
I love his school picture's because you can always tell what he is saying "CHEESE"Monday, September 19, 2011
SOME MOTHERS GET BABIES WITH SOMETHING MORE…
I say this on a friends blog the other day and thought that I would share it with everyone...
SOME MOTHERS GET BABIES WITH SOMETHING MORE…
My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said. Mothers lie. Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more.
Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule. Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.
Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?
I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery.
The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the praise and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike.
I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”
You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. You’re a wonder.
-Author Unknown
I have some struggles in my daily life and have never thought of myself as a extraordinary mom. But I have had a couple people come up to me at church to let me know that they have been watching me struggle every Sunday with Andrew. They just wanted to let me know that I am a good Mom to him and that they have seem some progress from him. I am always toughed when someone else brings my struggles to light and I usually start to cry. Being a Mom is hard work but being a Mom to a child who is special is something else all together.
I love my children so much and I am so proud to be their Mom.
SOME MOTHERS GET BABIES WITH SOMETHING MORE…
My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said. Mothers lie. Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more.
Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule. Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.
Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?
I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echo cardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery.
The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the praise and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike.
I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”
You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. You’re a wonder.
-Author Unknown
I have some struggles in my daily life and have never thought of myself as a extraordinary mom. But I have had a couple people come up to me at church to let me know that they have been watching me struggle every Sunday with Andrew. They just wanted to let me know that I am a good Mom to him and that they have seem some progress from him. I am always toughed when someone else brings my struggles to light and I usually start to cry. Being a Mom is hard work but being a Mom to a child who is special is something else all together.
I love my children so much and I am so proud to be their Mom.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Fun with a plane..
A Couple days after David's birthday, we took the kids up the T-ball field to fly the plane. The kids had fun chasing after the plane and running around.
Ready, Set, GO!!!!!
Andrew would have David charge up the motor. Then Andrew would run round the field while the plan 'Flew'. It was so cute.
Picking up the plane after it would crash into the ground.
Ready, Set, GO!!!!!
Andrew would have David charge up the motor. Then Andrew would run round the field while the plan 'Flew'. It was so cute.
Picking up the plane after it would crash into the ground.Sadly that crashing into the ground did the plane in. This was the first and only time that we were able to really play with the plane. The propeller broke from the crashing. David took the propeller off but it will never fly again. Drew still likes to run around the house making it fly. We had fun while it lasted. Thanks Lisa and Family for getting David this fun toy for his birthday!!!
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