Praying for a Buddy

Praying is the simpliest act of kindness and the easiest act of love that anyone of us can do. I love to pray, I love to hear my children pray, I love for my children to bring prayer request home. There is so much strength found in prayer.

Yesterday Gracie brought a prayer request home from school. I was shocked for whom she was praying for, but I was so over joyed that she let her feelings aside to pray for this child. The little girl and Gracie have not been very close friends, the little girl tends to be a little dramatic at times and has caused some issues with a few of the girls at school, so Gracie has just tried to stay away from the drama of this child. Yesterday while I was cooking supper she came to me and said that we needed to pray for this little girl and her mother. The little girls mother is very pregnant and she fell the other day on her stomach. Now she is on rest and being watched closely. The little girl was really upset yesterday at school and Gracie told her that we would pray for her.

My little nephew has not being feeling well either. He has not been eating for the last few weeks. He was born with Spinal Bifida (?) and has a shunt in his head for the fluid. He has been doing so well until the last few weeks. He has just not had an appetite at all and has lost a good bit of weight. To give you an idea, He is just about to be 3 years old and still wears 12 months clothing, since he has lost weight he has been wearing some 6-9 months. He is just really small. He gets around in his wheelchair and is smart as a whip and the cutest little thing. Him and Jake are big buds. Jake has helped his Granny take care of him since he came home from the hospital when he was almost 3 months old. Granny swears she couldnt have done it with out Jake. Jake loves Ethan so much.

Every morning during our prayer time Jake will do the usual child prayer of thanking God for everybody and everything, just an innocent childs prayer. This morning however Jake did the biggest prayer ever. He thanked God for momma, daddy and so on and then at the end he asked God to lay His hands on Ethan and make him feel better. I was so amazed and so proud. That this little man of mine could ask God for something so powerful, that he would even think of that.

Just in awe of this sweet little boy and his mighty big prayer, I got to work and called my mother-in-law who keeps Ethan and Sophie and then Jake comes in the afternoon after school. I told her I had something so sweet to tell her. I told her about Jakes sweet prayer for Ethan and then I noticed that she began to cry. She told me that this morning when she got ready to fix breakfast this morning she asked Ethan what he would like,(here lately it has been nothing bc he has not been eating) he told her that he wanted a grilled cheese. She was shocked. She went to cook him one (just in shock) but something led her to cook him 2. Ethan ate both of them (all) she was so happy. Then I call and tell her about Jakes prayer, it was just overwhelming.

We serve such an amazing God. I long to have the innocence of Christ like my children do.

"And if you believe, you will receive, whatever you ask for in prayer" Matthew  21:22

                                                           Prayer is More Powerful

Than any other act

When all you can do is Pray, Praying is ALL you need to do!!!

Shots, Sinus and Complete Insanity

ONE BABY + SHOTS + ONE IMPATIENT 9 YR OLD + ONE GRANDMOTHER + 5 HOURS IN THE DOCTORS OFFICE = COMPLETE INSANITY

The day started nuts, work is crazy this week. I needed to leave work by 11:30, didnt leave until 11:50. Picked Jake up from school and realized I left my phone at work, picked up Gracie late from school, she thought I forgot about her, swung back by the office to get my phone. Wouldnt have been that big of a deal but I dont like traveling to Greenwood without it, just in case something goes wrong. Gracie wasnt feeling really good when I picked her up, she said she was sick at her stomach, so I stopped by and got us all something to eat. Had to go pick up Sassy from my mother-in-laws and drop Jake off there. By now it is 12:50 and Sophie's appt is at 1:30 and Im 30 minutes away and still have to pick up my grandmother. Pick Granny up and Gracie is still saying she is sick at her stomach. All the sudden Gracie hollors PULL OVER. Just enough time to pull over on side of the hwy before Gracie lost her lunch. Most of it made it on the outside of the car - yep - the rest of it was all down the side of the door - OMG. I stayed calm, she couldnt help being sick. After this she felt so much better.

Finally made it to Sophie's appt. This took about an hour and a half. Got 3 shots, cried and broke my heart.

Gracie's dr appt was at 3. We got there just before 3, didnt get to see the dr until after 4. Gracie is not a very patient patient. She was up and down, how much longer, what is taking so long - driving me crazy. Finally see the doctor and he tells us she has a severe sinus infection and the vessels in her nose are extremely irritated. So they do some lab work, give us 4 prescriptions and send us to the hospital to have some more blood work. This takes about another 45 minutes. While waiting at the hopital I realize that I have lost one of Gracie's prescriptions - AAAAAHHHHHH. The baby is fussy bc she is getting hungry, forgot to take the diaper bag in the hospital and Gracie is nervous about being in the hospital. Finally get done with the hospital and still have to go get her medicine.

Drop the medicine off at the pharmacy - minus the one I lost - this doesnt take long but out of the 4 prescriptions, I lose one, I get two and the last one has to be approved by our insurance before it can be filled or else I have to pay $175.00 (WHAT) forget it, I can wait one more day a let the insurance approve it. I do get the antibiotic and the cream for her nose vessels - Sam is suppose to go back tomorrow and pick up the other to medicines - I hope.

Finally make it home about 7. Sophie is fussy bc her legs are soar, and she is hungry, no one has had supper and I have not been able to nurse (so you know). Get the baby calmed down, get Gracie her medicine, start supper -(made at home pizza, doe out of a can kind - quick and easy).

Now I just want to take a long hot shower and lay in my bed and go to sleep. I think if I drank it would be a good night for a bottle of wine, but I dont do much drinking so a big glass of very cold milk will suit me just fine - might even do some oreos - sounds better than wine anyways.

Maybe tomorrow will be easy!!!!

OH WOA IS ME

Hopefully these antibiotics will make her start to feel better

JOYS OF BEING A MOTHER!! BEST JOB IN THE WORLD (even if it is crazy sometimes)

Gotta love em'

A Easter Hunting we can go

I love hunting Easter eggs. I love even more finding Easter Eggs.

Jake had his Easter egg hunt at school Thursday and they had so much fun. We hid and hunted eggs 3 times. Jake wasnt feeling really good but he had a good time and found lots of eggs.

Then Saturday we hunted Easter eggs again. This time the Easter bunny came to help.

Then Sunday we went to my moms and again hunted Easter eggs.

We are officially in plastic egg overload. Some with candy, some with toys, some with money, some officially in the garbage if the kids arent looking. What they leave in the floor in landfill bound - sorry to any environmental activist but I am a clean house activist and plastic eggs all over my floor for me to pick up or the dog to chew or my grandmother to fall on in the middle of the night is not my idea of fun. So if I see them on the floor I chunk them. The kids know this so they hide them from me, but im on plastic egg patrol.

This year is going by so fast. Next big event is Jakes birthday in a few weeks. I cannot believe that my tator is about to be 6.

I take Sophie to the doctor tomorrow for her 2 month shots but she is 3 months old, guess that makes  it her 3 months shot. I think she finally found her hands tonight. She was sitting in her seat and just starred at her hand for a second like "Where did that come from" it was the funniest thing, the look on her face. I think 3 months will bring lots of milestones, just still wish it would slow down a little.

3 Months

I cannot believe that Sassy is 3 months old. Where did it go?

Monday we celebrated Sophie's 3 month old birthday - I know crazy - but we sing happy birthday on the day she turns another month old - why not, she likes it and the kids love to sing to her.

I was holding her the other night while she was asleep and I just thought back to 3 months ago when I met her for the first time. How so small she was and she just fit so snuggley in my arms. She was just so tiny, I couldnt believe. NOT ANYMORE!!!

She is becoming such a chunky monkey. I love all her rolls. I could just eat her up.

She is growing so fast. I so hoped that she would stay a baby for a long time - no such luck though. She is talking and laughing, staying awake more, sleeping (most of the time) all the way through the night, she wants to grab a hold of something so bad, but she just cant quite figure out how to get her hands to do what she wants.

She loves her excersaucer. She will sit in this thing for the longest time. She loves to stand up, hates to lay down, and has to be talked too ALL THE TIME. I run out of things to talk about so I just starting saying what ever pops in my head. The other night I explained to her how to fold clothes - she thought I was really telling her something bc she just laughed at me - I think she was telling me I was crazy if I thought she was going to fold clothes.

She will celebrate her first Easter this weekend and I have made her an Easter Basket!

I have taken it to get her name monogrammed on it. I cant wait to get pictures of all 3 of my babies in their Easter outfits. Still gotta figure out what the Easter Bunny will be bringing.

Now we get to enjoy Sassy being 3 months old and all the milestones that come with that. It has just been such a blessing watching her grow

Hoppy Easter Bunny Ideas

Im not really good at the whole Easter Bunny basket thing. I never really know what kind of stuff the Easter Bunny is suppose to bring. Does he bring baskets full of candy or does he go over board like Santa or does he just bring one or two things like for valentines day - I dont know.

I remember being little and getting tons of stuff, but now being a mom I wonder why did we get all that stuff. I dont like clutter, my kids need nothing -especially stuffed animals, we really dont eat candy at my house - so what do you get them.

I have gotten Gracie and Sophie an outfit and Jake some flip flops from Old Navy, but kinda stumped after that. Im not a bad momma??? I just look at all that stuff and think okay, it will be something else for me to pick up or the dog to chew or them to fight over or something for me to clean up. I dont know.

This Easter Bunny needs a vacation!!!!!

More Momma Time

There was a time when it was just me and Gracie and Sam and anyone who knows my husband knows he works ALL the time. There have been times when we wouldnt see him until 10 or 11 at night and he would be gone before we got up in the morning. Sam is a jack of all trades, when he is not working at the shop he is either on the dozer, driving a truck or working with the cows - he is just a busy man. Being the worker that he is it meant alot of time for me and Gracie to have just to ourselves.

She used to wake up on Saturdays and climb in bed with me and watch TV while I slept some more, we used to go to the park or go on walks (mostly me walking and her riding in the wagon being pulled by me), we used to go visiting whoever we wanted, Saturday nights would come and Sam would be at the race track running the pit area or driving the mud truck or race car, these nights I would pack up and go spend the night with my grandmother and let Gracie sleep with her bc It tickled my grandmother to have a bed partner.

Gracie and I did alot together, just the two of us. Then came Jake and that changed a little, we still went and did things, not as much though, we still had time for just me and her. I would let her go to the store with me and leave Jake with Sam if he was at home. I would take off work a little early and pick her up from school and go get ice cream or something. Just me and her time.

She is growing up so fast, hormones are slowly starting to take over (they happen a lot younger these days), she has friends to spend the night or go spend the night with, she finds things to do in her room that keep her occupied, she most of the time doesnt need me like she use to - breaks my heart sometimes, just the part of feeling like she is out growing me.

Now sassy has come along and again my time is now cut into. Sassy gets alot of my time bc of the fact of being a baby and babies are so demanding. Jake gets a good chunk of my time, bc he is a momma's boy and just wants to be with me, hanging on me all the time, especially when he realizes that it is bed time and to avoid going to be he does this little puppy dog face and makes you feel guilty bc I havent sat and held him all night (only works some of the time, not a big fan of the puppy dog face). Gracie usually gets what is left, tired old me, ready to go to bed, getting ready for the next day - me.

I feel guilty about that, being the oldest has perks, but being the oldest also has a not so good side. I want her to be a kid, i want her to enjoy being a kid, I want her to want me and love being with me. I want to be "THE MOM" of all moms.

Lately she has been acting out a little, I believe mostly for attention. We dont get very much momma and Gracie time anymore. With Jake, Sophie and my grandmother - somebody always is around. My grandmother thinks if I go somewhere she automatically has to go, leaving no time for just me and Gracie to go, whether it be to the shoe store, to walmart, or just to get ice cream. Love my grandmother to death, but sometimes I just need to be a mom by myself.

My grandmother coming to live with us has been a real adjustment, in alot of the ways it is great, she helps me out alot, I really dont know how I would have gotten through my pregnancy without her, bc she took such good care of me and my family when I was just to sick or to tired to do so, but also her being there all the time gets in the way sometimes of alone time with my kids.
Simple things like just watching a movie or cooking cookies. I would not change it in any way and would not want her to be anywhere else but with us, but it is an adjustment.

I need to work on more time with Gracie, just making time. We have been doing movie night on Friday's. I put Sophie down and send Jake to bed or either with his dad playing the WII or something, but we have missed the last 2 weeks bc things just come up, life happens.

I dont want to put her off, I dont want her to be the little girl who says her momma never had time, I want to be there for her, I want to listen to her stories, fix her hair, paint her nails, go buy shoes, sit and watch a movie, answer her questions, cook cookies with her, watch her and her friends, listen to her laugh, hold her when she is scared, watch her sleep, listen to her prayers, be patient when she gets made, praise her for a good grade, sit at sonic and eat ice cream, take the long way home so we can talk and know that every one of these things will someday mean something to her.

Just the other day, I brought this sweet little baby home. I carried for 9 months through the hottest summer ever, I cried the night she was born bc I knew that she would grow so fast and one day not need me, I watched her find her hands, I heard her first laugh, I taught her to walk, I kissed all her bobo's, I rocked her to sleep, I cried the first day of school, I put all that Santa clause stuff together, I played barbies, I put weeds in water bc they were the most beautiful flower I had ever seen, I cried the first night she stayed away from me, I missed her for a whole week when she left to go to Disney World and I couldnt go, I was so proud when she learned to swim and when she no longer wanted to sleep in my room on a palet - I got up every night for a week to go check on her. She is my baby, I love her. I love her more than life it self. All three kids are so precious to me, but Gracie is so much a deep part of me I can not explain. She is the promise of God, she is the beat of my heart, she is the smile on my face, she is the tears in my eyes she is everything of importance to me.

If I do nothing in this world before I die and go to heaven but be her  mom, then that will be all I need out of this life. She brings me joy, she brings me headaches (well worth the it) If I can be the mom that God would have me to be and know that when she is grown up and becomes a mom, that she will look back and know that she is my great reward on this earth. That she is so much a part of who I am and who I pray I will become. She has made my life so blessed.

So this day I will take my sweet girl and spend the afternoon with her and do what ever she desires. To let her know that she is still very much important, that i love her and I love my time with her. We will buy shoes, look at clothes and maybe get some ice cream (before supper).

To Young to be this OLD

WHEN DID I GET OLD!!!!!
Im reminded daily that I am old - at least that is what my kids and the love of my life would have you believe. I dont remember turning old. In February I turned 30 - big wup. I didnt think it was going to be as hard as it has been - I know its a mental thing - (at least until you ask my kids or my lovey).

Im officially the age I remember my mom being, and I remember thinking SHE IS SO OLD - now she really is old (haha) (yes mom your old - ask pops)

Anywhooo - What makes me old, I dont feel old, somedays I dont even look that old (I dont think anyway) a little extra fluff around the middle (thanks to my kids) little extra color on my hair (thanks to my husband) - no wrinkles yet (thanks to OIL OF OLAY) but apparently im old. I DONT WANT TO BE OLD!!!

It was brought to my attention today that Im older than I think in my little head. My bestest friend in the whole wide world - well more of a brother than a friend - sent me a picture of his little girl Lexie of her in the beauty review. She is not old enough to be in the beauty review. I remember when this child was born. I remember go to Wayne's house and holding her when she was only a few weeks old. Now she is grown up and doing the things I remember doing.

Isnt she pretty - look at that big ole smile

High school doesnt seem that long ago. Sitting in MR Kenwrights study hall class pretending to read but really you had your eyes closed, sitting in the cafeteria pretending not to hear the bell ring so you wouldnt have to go to class, bumming a ride in the probe bc I didnt have a car yet, MRS Baileys science class where you hoped we would have an exciting class that would cause Mrs Bailey to get off track and we would just spend class talking - I LOVED THIS CLASS. Mrs Massey in the office, which you knew if you got her started she would go on and on and on - bless her heart. Watching the OJ Trial in MRs Watson's class - (yeah is was guilty). I loved high school and I miss those days - If I knew then what I know now I sure wouldnt have wished them by so fast.

But being older has perks to. My lovey whom I have been with since 8th grade (minus a 3 month breakup when he lost his mind and then decided he couldnt live without me) 16 years together, 11 years of that married - man he is a lucky man (lol)

My kids who make being older worth every ounce of fluff, every hair out of place, every stain on my clothes, every complaint about them getting on my nerves. Gracie who cant believe I didnt have a cell phone when I was in school (bc every kid we know has one - except for Gracie - (thats a whole nother blog),

My tator who thinks I walked with MOSES. He asked me the other day if they had TV's when I was little and if they did, did I watch BEN TEN - some days I feel that old, but yes son they had TV's when I was little. - gotta love him

And of course Sassy! Love her so much but Im not as young as I use to be so I need all the sleep I can get, and getting up at 3:30 AM to eat and then not wanting to go back to sleep bc the light woke her up and now she thinks it is time to laugh and talk. I just dont function with less than 8 hours of sleep - (yes there are bags under my eyes)

Its not that bad, makes me feel good to know that everyone else is old too - now I look at birthdays to make sure they are older than me - (even if its a day - you are still older)

Getting old is rough, trying to do it gracefully is even harder.