Saturday, February 28, 2009
happy 8th birthday jessica payton
Thursday, February 26, 2009
and the award for best dramatic performance goes to....
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
really cool kids
introducing.....
Monday, February 23, 2009
pink hair anyone?
riding with the ladies
monday again?
so this morning was just like any other- jess is standing in my room crying at 4am burning hot and telling me her throat hurts... argh! so we head to the kitchen, break out the flashlight {which has now blinded me} and i'm playing doctor once again, this time through slits for eyes. sure enough it is red with those really cool white pockets of funk again. didn't we just do this 2 weeks ago? some advil and back to her bed. i try to get back to sleep, which usually happens at about 6:15 and my alarm goes off at 6:30. wow, that 15 minutes was so helpful. boy do i feel refreshed and ready for the day!
so, i'm now standing in the kitchen trying to make lunches and miss hormone comes up with an attitude {i know, it's hard to believe} and then proceeds to complain about i don't know, EVERYTHING... from her sweatshirt, to her shoes to her ponytail that isn't laying just right! i tell her to be quiet because others are sleeping, which i don't think she hears over her griping and continues to complain until i tell her to shut her mouth before i *&!@# her! then i get {wait for it} the look-glare-sneer, i know, i'm getting mad at her for no reason at all- how dare me.
so i get jess back into the dr and sure enough, the dr thinks it's strep again or possibly mono. take her to the lab for a throat swab and some blood work, have to threaten her with her life if she doesn't sit still. the lab tech tells her if she moves it will hurt tons more, have to just about hold her down, she lets out a small scream {not too bad for jess, maybe it was the death threats i was whispering in her ear} and we are on our way. drop off yet another prescription for her at the pharmacy. all this by 8:30am- wow! i hope this isn't the start of a eventful week, i won't hold my breath though! so, how's your monday?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
MOTHERS
*Real Mothers don't eat quiche, they don't have time to make it.
*Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils Are probably in the sandbox.
*Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids.
*Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets.
*Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up.
*Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' And get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.
*Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade... It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...
4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
* i received this a an email today from a friend and thought it was special, so i decided to make it my post for the day. the picture above is of my girls and i at the coast this summer. i and my eldest have managed to shed a few pounds since this was taken {thank goodness, my behind is looking kinda large :)} hope this makes your day too*