tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33934381037388034022024-02-07T08:59:07.810-05:00Mom 2 boys!My life as a mother to two little boys, who are two years apart.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-47046106118367406512009-05-23T15:34:00.001-04:002011-02-06T19:06:58.898-05:00Throwback PicsI was looking on my husbands computer today for some pics that he had, and found some stuff from the boys a few years back.<br />
The first is a video of them in the tub. It seemed like yesterday and yet it seemed so long ago.<br />
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Now here are a few pics from that time!!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMYF56afEcdvRUfkwTJ9zJEXvNcfWAYGIgc4frrQuTtemwQzQwlxy7jQsKuyz0yZx4Y76_ho9mb7b5C52GnnuRA0rVycbvdvS_QTVYgH4OAxybjNdYbJdN7LGsjqNFueuE_fCJRQapLQ/s1600-h/100_4679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339117232865723218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMYF56afEcdvRUfkwTJ9zJEXvNcfWAYGIgc4frrQuTtemwQzQwlxy7jQsKuyz0yZx4Y76_ho9mb7b5C52GnnuRA0rVycbvdvS_QTVYgH4OAxybjNdYbJdN7LGsjqNFueuE_fCJRQapLQ/s320/100_4679.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jlZhhdpV7OeykC1YuqHW4U7tjJayVsYQYtnoa-ZeGtNy8uYx54DJ05jOfC7cDHns7kqV2FDNHuoFhyphenhyphen7ds8JAHFiUVz9x9jLFOZ_81y_iNR51RkMJxCwboSjSQuOFfI5bJN_GjNnQ_Gc/s1600-h/100_4666.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339117225656548354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jlZhhdpV7OeykC1YuqHW4U7tjJayVsYQYtnoa-ZeGtNy8uYx54DJ05jOfC7cDHns7kqV2FDNHuoFhyphenhyphen7ds8JAHFiUVz9x9jLFOZ_81y_iNR51RkMJxCwboSjSQuOFfI5bJN_GjNnQ_Gc/s320/100_4666.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-68814902832391273182010-07-19T22:33:00.000-04:002010-07-19T22:33:35.020-04:00Postcards, Peyton, Pee, Party<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let's start at the begining, which is actually backwards. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Postcards: Elijah's cousin Joey brought him some post cards from New York, and he taped them to the wall next to his bed. I then asked a few people to send him some, he has received two from Texas and one from California. He is absolutely fascinated that he can receive mail from other places! He has been fascinated with New York, California and Japan. So far we have two outta three, but he wants to collect one from each state. And maps, he wants some maps, so mommy is going to buy some local maps, a map of the US, and a world map. He already has a globe. He loves to point out and tell people some of the places that he knows. "Papa Chico is from Puerto Rico" </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Peyton, oh what a ham he is! He was diagnosed three days before his fourth birthday with the need for glasses. And three days after he started wearing them. He didnt like them at first, but slowly but certainly is coming along. He has been a bit clingy lately, which is rather annoying. He is four, not 18 months, its aggravating. What is adorable though? His curious nature! He asks a million questions a day, and has a reason behind everything. I love it. He says the goofiest things, and wonders why ONLY BOYS can do things. Mommy, why do boys eat dinner? Mommy, who do boys watch tv? Mommy why do boys where shoes? Mommy why do boys do this, or that or everything? It is funny.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now, on to the negative part of Peyton. He has regressed, and has been peeing at night. It is sooo not cool because I noticed lately that he has been sleeping in it, and telling me "My mattress got me wet". I guess I need to nip it in the bud and buck it up and buy some night time pullup short things. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One about both of the boys.....they are now a differnt age! Elijah is now a six year old and is about to enter the first grade in less than two weeks. Peyton will be in Pre-K4, since he turned four!! He had a nice party with his siblings, he had a blast. For Eli I decorated his room, Linda bought him a bike, Damion bought training wheels. It was rather lowkey, and we all enjoyed it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thats my update for now!</span></div>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-42827044471928967152010-04-18T11:39:00.000-04:002010-04-18T11:39:39.155-04:00Oh BoysAs I walked into my bathroom yesterday morning, I realized the "joys" of living with not only little kids, but living with boys! If it were not for my teenage stepdaughter, I would have no other estrogen in my house. I looked into my tub, and saw dinosaurs, boats, cars, and superheros littered on the floor and inside the tub. The weird part of seeing all of these items is that this is not their bathroom,they have their own. They picked out this vibrantly green paint to use on the wall, and decorated it in a Spongebob-Underwater sort of thing. I think they spend more time in my bathroom than they do their own. <br />
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The previous day, I watched them as they were bathing in their bathroom, I watched them play their little boy games and saw them pretending. I thought back to my childhood, when my sister used to take a bath. It seemed that we were in that tub for hours, pretending with every ounce of our being, with the little toys we had. We would play with the soap, the tub stopper, anything we could get our little hands on. It made me realize how different being a boy and being a girl is. There are so many things I want my boys to be interested in, but I have to remember that they are BOYS and just because I think its cool, it may not be to them.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-80901545817267527752010-04-15T16:32:00.000-04:002010-04-15T16:32:42.301-04:00PicturesI think that it was on a tv show, but it has been stuck in my head for a while now. There was a man who took wayyy to many pictures of his child, he captured everything that this child was doing, on a daily basis. As previously stated, I do not remember where I heard this, but the information has been with me, embedded into my brain. The person who was advising the man told him to take the camera and put it down, live as a parent and not as a photographer. <br />
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I think it is easy some times to capture what our children are doing, through film. While we are filming we are missing so much behind the lens. The children want to experience life, and want their parents or caregivers to be there for them, in case they are scared or have something fun to share. <br />
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I tend to take a lot of pictures because I have no pictures of myself when I was young, I think my sister does the same thing. As well, I think that it is easy to take an abundant amount of pictures because technology allows people to do so.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-70324685108453354702010-04-14T19:56:00.000-04:002010-04-14T19:56:44.158-04:00Common Denominator? Its.....Me!Elijah is fascinated with GOD and Jesus. He has told me repeatedly that God tells him secrets in his ear, and talks to him when he is sleeping. He also told me that God writes your name down, and then your mommy's name, and then you are born a human. I take that as his take on predestined birth. <br />
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Today has been a struggle with both of the boys. Elijah has been home since 2:30 and we have been toughing it out for the last five hours! Peyton got home somewhere around 4:00 this afternoon, due to delays, but even in the last 3 hours and 40 mins we have been butting heads. Peyton missed his 3:15 appointment due to the lack of planning on my part. I was unable to take him to the Ped, and should have known that when I set the appointment. But some small thought in the back of my mind thought I could pull it off, but alas that was untrue. <br />
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In the middle of dinner, the boys barber came over to give them a haircut, which totally distracted them. Peyton has picture day tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to, since both boys suck at posed pictures. <br />
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An overheard prayer from Elijah "Dear God, I want you to give us some snow. Make it winter again, and bring us more snow. So I can play a snow fight with my brother! Amen"<br />
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He is currently doing his homework and singing "North Americo, North Americo, that is the name of my continent." So I asked the following questions and these were his responses. <br />
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City:Albany<br />
State: Georgia<br />
Country: United States<br />
Continent: North Americo<br />
Planet: Earth<br />
Galaxy: Power Ranger Galaxy RescueCrazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-77377888554996336972010-04-13T21:11:00.000-04:002010-04-13T21:11:25.180-04:00Every Moment Worth ItIt certainly has been a long while since I have written or even visited this blog. I wish that I could say that all is well and that the boys were all peachy keen, and perfect angels. Of course they are angels :), but they are little kids and boys none the less, so their little horns do come out every once in a while. By that I mean daily!<br />
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Elijah is in Kindergarten and he is a busy little kid if I have ever seen one. He has so much homework to do, nightly. I never knew that a kindergartner had so much to do and learn. But there are plenty of standards that the children have to meet and/or exceed. Elijah started the year off a little bit rough, could not focus too well, and his work was a reflection of this.After more testing, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, I decided to allow Elijah to start medication. Although I was apprehensive regarding medicating my child, I figured that he deserved a chance. He was struggling in school, and Kindy is, of course, the foundation to the next 12 years of his life. I did not want take the chance of prohibiting him from going on the path in which he needs to go. <br />
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So since Oct (I think) he has been on Ritalin. And to be brutally honest it was scary the first day, he had a huge headache, and had a belly ache. I was so scared and could not keep my eye off of him for a moment.The next day he sat at the dining room table and colored from 9am till 1:30pm. WOW!!!!! It has been up hill since that day. There are still days where the active Elijah overtakes the focused Elijah, but even those days are not that bad.<br />
He is doing AMAZING in school. I had a parent teacher conference the week before his spring break, and I was flabbergasted what I found out. I saw the types of reading materials and to my amazement they were on a lower level than we have been reading at home. At home Elijah is reading Dr. Seuss kind of books, at school there are a lot less words and a lot less story. <br />
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We are working at home on spelling, writing, reading, and math. He repeatedly informs me that he is going to be a Mythbuster or a Firefighter. As well he tells me, daily, that he loves math and science. I sure hope so, because his mommy sucks at it. <br />
I could not be any prouder of him. I truly love this boy and am so grateful to have such a wonderful son!!<br />
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Peyton is a dear, he is the sweetest, most kind child I have ever had the privilege of knowing. And I know a lot of children :) There is not a day that goes by that he does not ask how one of his cousins or aunts or uncles are doing. And despite my mother being a horrible grandparent, he adores and loves her with immense emotion. <br />
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I am watching him play with Tristin, a little boy his age, who lives across the street from us. Tristin fell off of his bike and Peyton was the only child to help him get up AND help him stand his bike back up. That little boy is extremely mean to him, and often makes him cry. <br />
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Peyton is such a smart little cookie, I am so sooo soo sooo proud of him. He never stops talking, and his is incredibly creative and inventive. He is a bright, goofy, handsome little three year old with so much potential. Elijah often gets upset with his little brother because Peyton loves and adores him and wants nothing more than Eli's approval.<br />
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They get along as well as a five and three year old set of boys could possible get along. Could be worse, could be better. They tend to fight over simple things, and stick together during the big things. They can team up very well, and can be persuasive. Elijah and Peyton somehow managed to cut out Steak N Shake coupons (for grilled cheese sandwiches, fries and a drink all for 2.99) and convinced us to take them there. The highlight of their efforts was when they pulled money out of their pockets and told us that they could buy it themselves. <br />
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We did take them to Steak N Shake, and they had a ball ordering their own food, getting their own bill and paying for it with their money, and they even left a small tip. I loved experiencing that with them, seeing that my teaching them generosity, persistence, and need for a good milk shake, was not in vain!<br />
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My world has changed since I became a mother; the ups, downs, in betweens, stresses, laughs, tickles, arguments, debates, sleepless nights and hugs, makes every moment worth it.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-47501779272778428312009-08-22T11:59:00.003-04:002009-08-22T12:08:33.798-04:00When He Grows UpAfter washing his hands and leaving the bathroom, Elijah rubbed on some hand sanitizer (or as he calls it, Hand Sansatizer) and I said to him "Wow, thats a great job, who taught you that?" He said that his teacher did. I told him that's exactly what dr's do, and that his fave Dr does that too. I then asked him "Are you going to grow up and be a Dr, like Dr. Dixion?" He said "Nope, I am going to be a Power Ranger!" and off he went! Oh what ambition my lil 5 year old has!!Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-1026451390234329132009-08-05T18:57:00.000-04:002009-08-07T19:51:14.493-04:00My Baseball CervixI wish I could say that I enjoyed my quiet time while the boys were at school today, but I spent it in a Dr.'s office. After a few hours of being there, being poked and prodded, I found out there is this huge baseball sized something on my cervix. So the next step is to get that removed, test and do more waiting. I am not sure of what order it will be, but I do know waiting is going to happen at all ends.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-25130321919007248602009-08-07T16:45:00.003-04:002009-08-07T18:56:41.512-04:00Bus Mishaphs :(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeeMfMnKjrwf0IWUQwtJozn9YS33Dh0g_WW3Z9DN-clpc25IgsjeYEztu6yca_7peFuLIOIFSbx3SCyMwRrgHwfhqrXeRU0lzmO9oZPgudxTqs_h0Ig-7LUIUPC7BnxmwCKF_Tz9vgEg/s1600-h/100_1243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUeeMfMnKjrwf0IWUQwtJozn9YS33Dh0g_WW3Z9DN-clpc25IgsjeYEztu6yca_7peFuLIOIFSbx3SCyMwRrgHwfhqrXeRU0lzmO9oZPgudxTqs_h0Ig-7LUIUPC7BnxmwCKF_Tz9vgEg/s320/100_1243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367359434330100034" /></a><br /><br /> Monday’s school day went well; he got off the bus just fine. Tuesday was a whole new story, and here it is:<br /> The bus Elijah is supposed to ride come and dropped of the children. I waited for Elijah to get off the bus, and then the bus pulled off. I didn’t think too much of it, he must have missed the bus I thought. I would have just gone to the school picked him up and called it a day. As I walked home, and called David and told him that Eli wasn’t on the bus, he flipped out. When I got home, he was scrambling to find the number to the school. I located it, and called to see where my Elijah was. Upon calling the school, I was told that they sent him home with his big brother. Hello, his big bro goes to a whole different school system, and I told them that. They kept putting me on hold, so I told them that I was coming to the school. As soon as I got there with David, they told me to go back to the bus stop and wait because the bus will drop him off. I went back and was there for about 10 mins when David called to tell me that they told him to go to the "bus hub" and get Eli. (The bus hub is a central location where the kids who live on the other side of town or in different neighborhoods switch busses.) David wasn’t even outta the parking lot, when the principal called him back to tell him that Eli wasn’t at the hub. David went back to the school and waited and fussed as Elijah’s teacher and the idiot Principal were trying to locate him. So at this point I find out that he was put on the wrong bus, they didn’t know what bus it was, and when they were dispatching, they were calling out a name that wasn’t “Elijah Boyd”, so of course he didn’t answer, he didn’t know who the heck they were talking about. As I stated, David stayed at the school as instructed and then eventually was told by the police officer that was called to the school, to go back to the hub. David called me to tell me what he was doing; at that point I was hysterical. Not long after, the Principal called me at home and told me that Eli was standing in front of her, and to call David and tell him to come pick up Elijah. I called David to tell him, I dropped the phone, told my stepdaughter that I would be back and to watch out for Peyton, and I flew to the school.<br /> I honestly wish I could say that’s where all the drama ends. As I stated previously, they were blaming Elijah for not answering when they called his (WRONG) name on the bus. I felt soooooo soooooo sooooo bad for him being in a strange situation, on top of the fact that he has anxiety. He ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug he ever has in his whole entire five years of life. I could not believe what I felt when I hugged him, sweat! He was SOAKING wet in sweat. And the worst part of all of this? They didnt even offer him a drink. <br /> And to top it the entire ordeal, the principal blamed me for not putting info on Eli. WTF?! I opened his book bag and what do I see???? A piece of paper that I filled out the day before with my name, address, home and cell numbers, my birthday, AND my SS number! What more do they need???? I guess blood, hair, and DNA samples!<br /> It was the most emotional day of my life; I wouldn’t want to deal with that ever again. As soon as I got home, I printed out this HUGE ID tag that had every last bit of information on it short of his SS number, and made sure it was on his book bag. When he went to school this morning (I did put him on the bus) everyone knew who he was, where he lived, what his mom and dad’s names are. I thought to myself that this boy BETTER come home safely today!<br /> He rode the bus home with no glitch today. As he was getting off the bus, I saw this big ole white thing attached to his book bag……….. It was an index card with his name, mine and David’s cell numbers (although they managed to get those wrong too) and his bus number on it! I found humor in it, but it served its purpose. <br /> I am just so very grateful that my son is ok, and that he is back to annoying his brother and being loud.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-38067044510599197662009-08-05T21:32:00.003-04:002009-08-05T22:35:16.418-04:00Peyton goes to PreschoolToday Peyton has become an official Preschooler, and had his very first day of school!!! He has been ready to go for the longest time. He has been longing to go for the last two years of watching Elijah make a mad dash to school. He has talked non-stop about wanting to go to school. That is, until summer vacation started, and Peyton realized that there was something cooler than Preschool, Kindergarten. Peyton now wants to go to Kindergarten, and has been begging for the last month, to go.<br />He went with me this morning to take Elijah to Kindy, and Peyton cried more than Elijah did, it was rather funny if you ask me. But to Peyton, it was the WORLD. Not only was he not going to Kindergarten, but of all things, Elijah was able to stay........without him! That was so heartbreaking. He wants nothing more than to be with and away from his brother at all moments of everyday, life is so bittersweet, huh Peyton!?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Can you see how serious he takes his playing?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQw-y7ezW53O1w4aNcUoKY0pGWKWZbBm_4ivoJM4BuqO2mzM3PwjWgV9qt28mEZ7V31ufFPp91e1GqLj24QGoTEgd4GVsXMszi7rorUtg4vtMnUirzuG48XkIDoalnSmJsqacNbJM1BOY/s1600-h/100_1240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQw-y7ezW53O1w4aNcUoKY0pGWKWZbBm_4ivoJM4BuqO2mzM3PwjWgV9qt28mEZ7V31ufFPp91e1GqLj24QGoTEgd4GVsXMszi7rorUtg4vtMnUirzuG48XkIDoalnSmJsqacNbJM1BOY/s320/100_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659817587717954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Having a lil more fun pointing out the colors to me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ0-69NB36gL6tuYnpUIbXGY08G8PPkAooXK6MirpmQziMbwoH9MRbKmv_aAQUzSyo1rUlwlFmyN9McIxnuy6FBtzp78AMkpy36AxrKQlIu4i-6JMgyQ3CnIewUaIWHla0qhJd5zhSsY/s1600-h/100_1238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ0-69NB36gL6tuYnpUIbXGY08G8PPkAooXK6MirpmQziMbwoH9MRbKmv_aAQUzSyo1rUlwlFmyN9McIxnuy6FBtzp78AMkpy36AxrKQlIu4i-6JMgyQ3CnIewUaIWHla0qhJd5zhSsY/s320/100_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659814088652018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ready for the day to start even before the sun was up and shining, Peyton was smiling :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfu1GKjkJ7MnDKOAAnaf_-u0ZHSi4TZirdmKWzNUPskNgH8BDzqPRTHInK_f4Ciuko1-7qiM6t-7nenvWn_BG2486oFXoKq6Tmt8ULFC46aR4Jly7mwUV4T9qkGHkxl4ble8FDphrVgBs/s1600-h/100_1216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfu1GKjkJ7MnDKOAAnaf_-u0ZHSi4TZirdmKWzNUPskNgH8BDzqPRTHInK_f4Ciuko1-7qiM6t-7nenvWn_BG2486oFXoKq6Tmt8ULFC46aR4Jly7mwUV4T9qkGHkxl4ble8FDphrVgBs/s320/100_1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659808764537730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My lil man is an eager lil beaver, but I can see the nerves kicking in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtf_Lj1TGLnXHrZDAH82mN4ib2d_cj-_mvl0FlQk5NKp8z9_Nxo-aPeN9Eg_cIV2L94V_s0ruptwjjZ8nUvwTjmWQe1RfVJIao2OXPwhK0MJs7lsArk0IaVuHCWavPqARqW1rfEw1RVo/s1600-h/100_1224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFtf_Lj1TGLnXHrZDAH82mN4ib2d_cj-_mvl0FlQk5NKp8z9_Nxo-aPeN9Eg_cIV2L94V_s0ruptwjjZ8nUvwTjmWQe1RfVJIao2OXPwhK0MJs7lsArk0IaVuHCWavPqARqW1rfEw1RVo/s320/100_1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366659806418950706" border="0" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-79108097516748674192009-08-05T20:21:00.003-04:002009-08-05T21:32:19.677-04:00School Days....<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remember my first day of school, I wore a fluffy purple dress, I was in Mrs. Light's AM Kindergarten class, and I sat near a girl named Kelly. I wish I could say that my boys will remember their first days of Kindy. Elijah started his today, and Peyton is officially in Preschool. Let me for a moment reflect on Elijah's very first day of his elementary school career....................ok reflection over!! Hes the only boy at his assigned table, and since hes the tallest in his class, I guess that makes him the alpha male, LOL! He told me he cried for a lil while today, and I am sure he did. I am so proud of him though, the crying wasnt going to be the worst part, wearing a uniform was the hardest part. The kid HATES buttons, but with a slight hesitation and NO tears, he put on his "button shirt" as he likes to call it, and his khaki's. He really wanted nothing to do with the outfit, but hes stuck with it for the next 6 years! Here is Mr. Handsome in his classroom...........<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVQChhyphenhyphenyBn0xYb8BkGh5To_3Tap_kht9-lPFRE8GURFZZxGveJr68jIrC-hHQzhDDVHzL4mcZBr_Y0lpZM3BMdYOG8G2S6gpm45slNKFWto8HNqxVmaCd9uV4fBJF4qLoPKirAETljtU/s1600-h/100_1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBVQChhyphenhyphenyBn0xYb8BkGh5To_3Tap_kht9-lPFRE8GURFZZxGveJr68jIrC-hHQzhDDVHzL4mcZBr_Y0lpZM3BMdYOG8G2S6gpm45slNKFWto8HNqxVmaCd9uV4fBJF4qLoPKirAETljtU/s320/100_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656868039676562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNAz2CefulMQl7zrsnoexaGD3wefpsrZq6mY_zfzj7NvsPBBpBUo3a9NauFkk0iCXnJpftA9F7yvnGp1u1aIvJOB0Tg3Bre2R0iDqDC53ammz7fLFmWYpBFqg7fFoMApNP038ZMsj2oY/s1600-h/100_1236.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNAz2CefulMQl7zrsnoexaGD3wefpsrZq6mY_zfzj7NvsPBBpBUo3a9NauFkk0iCXnJpftA9F7yvnGp1u1aIvJOB0Tg3Bre2R0iDqDC53ammz7fLFmWYpBFqg7fFoMApNP038ZMsj2oY/s320/100_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656870621258802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-58411693091886239582009-08-05T18:05:00.005-04:002009-08-05T20:19:45.262-04:00Peyton the Porch Monkey :)<span style="font-family:verdana;">Peyton in 2007 on my front porch, chillin and being a cutie.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PDL_sYti0fEGKUYie0ySpsdkmI5qWm-KkZx1YfS5kGVOx_ucNHqY20FU1ffes0hfkkU9DRwtErHCxuspAxYKvEzsFoW_wNEwmikLOPnlQKBc2ROppMEk6xD2qIxGyeFCI3s_AKRDux4/s1600-h/sept07+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9PDL_sYti0fEGKUYie0ySpsdkmI5qWm-KkZx1YfS5kGVOx_ucNHqY20FU1ffes0hfkkU9DRwtErHCxuspAxYKvEzsFoW_wNEwmikLOPnlQKBc2ROppMEk6xD2qIxGyeFCI3s_AKRDux4/s320/sept07+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366609514928933282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Peyton in 2008 chillin on the porch with a Popsicle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5WKTBezJAxK0gMmDDpztVAl9gemKPKMkhBO3e2M9uNi4kfb1wXpAZCW-MYX7exkMqokqiG1qG3YsHaK9tsPZg6uTzAdwjHTM3cM99749peshCvxa32yCmOFKB7zQ13PJGMzUIELrl-Y/s1600-h/100_0867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5WKTBezJAxK0gMmDDpztVAl9gemKPKMkhBO3e2M9uNi4kfb1wXpAZCW-MYX7exkMqokqiG1qG3YsHaK9tsPZg6uTzAdwjHTM3cM99749peshCvxa32yCmOFKB7zQ13PJGMzUIELrl-Y/s320/100_0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366619748461219554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is my baby Peyton on his first day of Head Start!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCapIFhe6jSA85BZhhQ7bNXxdi3vurxsN3vHwqvwgEbxWVYZDvZvzkdVjCr9hgFKz7f2jqOxZSJVjzkc3_ubuflDcamI49H4iTyUkoUx5KBCCQlUGRKRSnCz89_ZGcEXy5r_VZeq6F_8/s1600-h/100_1222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCapIFhe6jSA85BZhhQ7bNXxdi3vurxsN3vHwqvwgEbxWVYZDvZvzkdVjCr9hgFKz7f2jqOxZSJVjzkc3_ubuflDcamI49H4iTyUkoUx5KBCCQlUGRKRSnCz89_ZGcEXy5r_VZeq6F_8/s320/100_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366620873692129314" border="0" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-28993411743783417952009-08-05T17:43:00.005-04:002009-08-05T18:05:00.132-04:00My growing boy<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Elijah the morning of his first day of Preschool in 2007. Looking goofy as I don't know what!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPMLtXZZ2nBsIMxM8lxE3QOMl3v3K10lYdk-fl2y-6K4FfR3DJJtVQ5dTJF0isfsoSBv_qk2HlAuUCaJEJ7iCCa1VisceitQFEaP5v_vljHFn35td7G2XmzpQwysztIYuc0VJc1pRzvE/s1600-h/Elis+first+day.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPMLtXZZ2nBsIMxM8lxE3QOMl3v3K10lYdk-fl2y-6K4FfR3DJJtVQ5dTJF0isfsoSBv_qk2HlAuUCaJEJ7iCCa1VisceitQFEaP5v_vljHFn35td7G2XmzpQwysztIYuc0VJc1pRzvE/s320/Elis+first+day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366601374081826354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. Cool had the school thing down pat, and was ready to pose for the 2008-2009 Pre-K term!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtE0b0vC2xpF79ZUf_p3JBFz7-tHsmpaUrrTR7k2rByD5ctRvugq5fhiin4ZFi-9Jt72tb0dJYXUFqyJAuzoMznN__fKWtMgAXY65QEsH4Y6TJjZ_w0fK5eVEuQ1xl72r5oC9vLDXCI0/s1600-h/100_1640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtE0b0vC2xpF79ZUf_p3JBFz7-tHsmpaUrrTR7k2rByD5ctRvugq5fhiin4ZFi-9Jt72tb0dJYXUFqyJAuzoMznN__fKWtMgAXY65QEsH4Y6TJjZ_w0fK5eVEuQ1xl72r5oC9vLDXCI0/s320/100_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366601383613827362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My little Elijah and his first day of Kindy :) He is not looking to happy, he HATES buttons. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDMKOkt-33LBMR5djes2Er27gX58yx7_V_a-Oe1KhdJDE8gtR0OXCica3uibwn3tXNVtHRFb7WoQJa9a-DsbbPiCgGuhDfrFSIMZMP-NKAZlemASwW1ou8r38edPsBSHGiGM9JPccsGM/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDMKOkt-33LBMR5djes2Er27gX58yx7_V_a-Oe1KhdJDE8gtR0OXCica3uibwn3tXNVtHRFb7WoQJa9a-DsbbPiCgGuhDfrFSIMZMP-NKAZlemASwW1ou8r38edPsBSHGiGM9JPccsGM/s320/100_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366601389797910034" border="0" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-74019015475737942922009-07-14T14:36:00.003-04:002009-07-14T16:03:59.961-04:00Kindy List<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Elijah has a list of stuff he needs to bring to school on the first day, and I think its some BS. its like we are supplying the whole school for everything that they need. With all of this stuff, I would hope it would last till he reached the 5th grade at least :)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">KINDERGARTEN SUPPLY LIST</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">2009-2010</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">BOOK BAG (WITH NAME ON IT) – NO WHEELS</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">TOWEL FOR REST TIME (WITH NAME ON IT) – NO PILLOWS OR BLANKETS</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">3 LARGE BOXES OF FACIAL TISSUE</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">2 PACKS #2 PENCILS</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">2 JUMBO PENCILS</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">3 OR 4 CONTAINERS OF BABY WIPES</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">1 BOX CRAYONS (16) – CRAYOLA PREFERRED</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">LIQUID SOAP</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">4 LARGE BOTTLES WATERLESS HAND SANITIZER</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">1 BOX COLORED PENCILS (Crayola Preferred)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">1 BOX OF 2 GALLON SIZE ZIP-LOCK BAGS - The bags are sold in 1 gallon size and 2 gallon size. We would like the 2 gallon ziplock size.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">1 Box Quart size Ziplock Bags</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">1 Box JumboCrayons (Crayola Preferred)</span>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-15510986203215844652009-05-27T22:53:00.001-04:002009-05-27T23:10:04.992-04:00Is she a loopy gal?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BbTaiALDd7dXMD5ex3QC2cKlM_2wL7xae-N5K8hCKTQeY3utelxDD9DAgviWJzs51SfgVvWHEggVqqwc2TC5ncPgKFd5X5bwEFB5FjUAnfuW6N_VkCXbfX2YQxhFO0qCoCVI5Ry7CEw/s1600-h/5-27-09+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BbTaiALDd7dXMD5ex3QC2cKlM_2wL7xae-N5K8hCKTQeY3utelxDD9DAgviWJzs51SfgVvWHEggVqqwc2TC5ncPgKFd5X5bwEFB5FjUAnfuW6N_VkCXbfX2YQxhFO0qCoCVI5Ry7CEw/s320/5-27-09+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340705872607798258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">See the lady in this out of focus picture?? Shes currently a crazy woman dealing with a whole new world of junk. I switched my meds, and its taken its toll on me physically and mentally. I havent been able to focus, concentrate, read, think, talk. All I can do is cry, get frustrated and sleep. But with the kids jumping on me and needing me, I cant get any sleep while they are awake. Its not like I have a person to help me, oh wait thats what husbands are for. But remember I am a video game widow. </span>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-21791653507811250872009-05-26T20:29:00.004-04:002009-05-26T21:02:44.030-04:00Rain Rain Go AWAY!!<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am so tired of this ole crazy ass weather. One week holds 90 degrees and 45 degrees, what kind of BS is that?? I wish I could say that the 45 was night time weather, but no, we had to pull out some sweat pants and hoodies for a few days. Now the latest annoying weather thing?? Rain, it seems like it hasnt stopped raining for a week, even though it has. The clouds go away, and its sunny in the morning, so one might think "Ok, no rain today, I can get some work done outside, and enjoy some sunshine!" but alas, it rains a little while later. Not just rain a nice little rain, more of a clouds get so thick it looks like night time at 2pm. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As the rain let up a little today, Peyton and I enjoyed a few mins of hanging out on the front porch, where I read and Peyt played. Peyt reminds me of the innocence and childlike qualities I seem to be missing as of lately.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Drinking the rain drops!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHOyQCv9ePtuZVyYh2Ln0I0vcTmxep3l4Mly-5LI4lpUzRA5s2z28PFyCS-HCBKYIKyQLbbSsedzOF0tlV5ZCKMRgo13mSmkZD3J-aR5iqesQMokIK2Sif2mJc8vvaVkz1xfvOiTSEVU/s1600-h/5-26-09+137.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHOyQCv9ePtuZVyYh2Ln0I0vcTmxep3l4Mly-5LI4lpUzRA5s2z28PFyCS-HCBKYIKyQLbbSsedzOF0tlV5ZCKMRgo13mSmkZD3J-aR5iqesQMokIK2Sif2mJc8vvaVkz1xfvOiTSEVU/s320/5-26-09+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340297135634683490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATtFqYRx8_3cbxPIMK2xJGM0UVthF9ttNkQsW5XXpPdvrmDH883GNE1HhmLk4WsQoFEFplrftHbJvPnwXdmeF-YhhaDQcxToW36ymn55yJEjplyP-iX8mDFAfO4dq1vkhcbO774JD47g/s1600-h/5-26-09+136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgATtFqYRx8_3cbxPIMK2xJGM0UVthF9ttNkQsW5XXpPdvrmDH883GNE1HhmLk4WsQoFEFplrftHbJvPnwXdmeF-YhhaDQcxToW36ymn55yJEjplyP-iX8mDFAfO4dq1vkhcbO774JD47g/s320/5-26-09+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340297133185493410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Yeah, my lil Peyton normally has a plumbers butt, thankfully you cant see too much of it in this picture!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9F9oJNUt7-zWoyHwARIcKBATcgRSonohPG520HdmirF6vK2v4msWUg2zGbIS4DAWJOcpPwc80RkJAt-RHDSXiO7vF5-7Dy9R-B_EFC9scICHuqY-MjNbWXFDjTRVoJiriN0DmalSLXo/s1600-h/5-26-09+134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ9F9oJNUt7-zWoyHwARIcKBATcgRSonohPG520HdmirF6vK2v4msWUg2zGbIS4DAWJOcpPwc80RkJAt-RHDSXiO7vF5-7Dy9R-B_EFC9scICHuqY-MjNbWXFDjTRVoJiriN0DmalSLXo/s320/5-26-09+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340297123944684082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">It wouldnt be too much of a good day, if I didnt post a picture of my lil Elijah acting like a goofball!! Hes trying to do a flip in this picture.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrC-Cz_p1YPkZM6n4G-wCvSH8CJpcpFKa1KNfgnFAmHB7ZVRQQLCEYGeTW707x7xPa49MTmcWM7DM3b7IXztlmo2OKdwreVPxAGuuLyPDuEEFjW0y-45gkYe4QDyty5YabTRkpB0wiq_w/s1600-h/5-26-09+130.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrC-Cz_p1YPkZM6n4G-wCvSH8CJpcpFKa1KNfgnFAmHB7ZVRQQLCEYGeTW707x7xPa49MTmcWM7DM3b7IXztlmo2OKdwreVPxAGuuLyPDuEEFjW0y-45gkYe4QDyty5YabTRkpB0wiq_w/s320/5-26-09+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340302571355806050" border="0" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-55421210115803727142009-05-26T17:08:00.004-04:002009-05-26T17:35:16.454-04:00crazyMy depression has set in a lot lately, and it has taken its toll on my whole household. Elijah and I but heads a whole lot on a normal day, but when depression is floating around me, we but heads a lot more. I am a calm laid back go with the flow kind of person, Elijah is not. Hes more high strung than everyone else in the house, and that clashes with me. Today is day TWO of summer vacation, and yesterday was a rough day, I totally lost my cool and just lashed out at Elijah, and scared him. It was near bedtime, I wasn't on my meds (Dr took me off of them, and told me to switch meds, but I didn't have the presc filled till today.) Elijah was sleepy and really cranky, crying over the size of his bowl that he was eating out of. <br />Some days I don't know what to do, and just want to end it all. I want to either leave or just kill myself. But then I think about all those people who grow up messed up because a parent left them, and I don't want that for my boys. I don't want that guilt on myself, and I don't want to hurt my boys. As well, when someone close to me committed suicide, it totally broke my heart, I would never put anyone through that pain.<br />But sometimes life gets the best of me, and I want to give it up. David doesnt have any clue as to why I am the way that I am, nor does he seem to care. He just seems to see me as someone who doesnt do shit all day. Hello, mommy is a tough job. (He at this moment is on Gears of War 2, and is driving me fucking crazy.)<br />People tell me to start being a bitch to him, lay down the law, put the iron fist. Yeah, its not working. I need some hope, ugh.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBNKwsUVwZrgxFVuGqjddefizxC6-y1aHWVaSn4t7F37lRpXyOuGYuwVVPIdOkfoCLr3ulb9Njvp5jDiam9iWvBvCicYWpl-gMPOYEFhnCMAl2PRj5Iz9piYA8z9hVrAJw0eA53ccw5g/s1600-h/5-26-09+115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBNKwsUVwZrgxFVuGqjddefizxC6-y1aHWVaSn4t7F37lRpXyOuGYuwVVPIdOkfoCLr3ulb9Njvp5jDiam9iWvBvCicYWpl-gMPOYEFhnCMAl2PRj5Iz9piYA8z9hVrAJw0eA53ccw5g/s320/5-26-09+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340249348605289618" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-17717552279437773762009-05-23T15:00:00.000-04:002009-05-23T15:11:49.865-04:00Elijah is 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnQXmnhWynXJ296xmtaFUxgv0PQ42zilS5VI9ohSREIh1kJIQNyWEEgtqEmP9vfo-JPh-N3xevF-YB15t_BQyinKFi5RJkBdJ_q1813olm2wGMhKTAjOymIxj-Kn8ks9Yruq6K3MQrHg/s1600-h/Eli's+5th+Birthday+063.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnQXmnhWynXJ296xmtaFUxgv0PQ42zilS5VI9ohSREIh1kJIQNyWEEgtqEmP9vfo-JPh-N3xevF-YB15t_BQyinKFi5RJkBdJ_q1813olm2wGMhKTAjOymIxj-Kn8ks9Yruq6K3MQrHg/s400/Eli's+5th+Birthday+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339096804490407122" /></a><br /><br /><br />If its not any indication by the picture, my baby Elijah is FIVE!!!! He celebrated his birthday at Chuck E Cheese's with family and friends. He spent most of the time there playing this game below.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9b1q_2lO4mna6iDJ4oE5d43LOCvxhxmYEBCogJ9BAhfeBy_jJ_c9-upRiY7_yskO1wJAdOR6xEwNSpF8DRLIDXRThJpoZdZlcZ9BN6wheuabVwJPEqr558Dha0so7DnvD5nQvx_hOj7o/s1600-h/Eli's+5th+Birthday+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9b1q_2lO4mna6iDJ4oE5d43LOCvxhxmYEBCogJ9BAhfeBy_jJ_c9-upRiY7_yskO1wJAdOR6xEwNSpF8DRLIDXRThJpoZdZlcZ9BN6wheuabVwJPEqr558Dha0so7DnvD5nQvx_hOj7o/s320/Eli's+5th+Birthday+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339097624000909858" /></a><br /><br /><br />Who had the most fun though? My brother Damion! He was the biggest kid out there, and had that extra gleeming sparkle in his eye! His pockets were filled with tokens and tickets. I have no idea if he traded the tickets in, and if he did I have no idea what he got. Last time I saw, he had 1300 and that was just the first hour!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs4UMPURnHVgcQfrlH3TjVT_nCrcc-Ymy5EdFkR_Ki1IIGEhOmRQcunjRL2EVloy8v5rTQuHcNso_zcED270wD4dsIkuGHbbFdEWA4YnrI3PtGRMkb0sWuudDz9pH4arsX4mOV_uV6rA/s1600-h/Eli's+5th+Birthday+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLs4UMPURnHVgcQfrlH3TjVT_nCrcc-Ymy5EdFkR_Ki1IIGEhOmRQcunjRL2EVloy8v5rTQuHcNso_zcED270wD4dsIkuGHbbFdEWA4YnrI3PtGRMkb0sWuudDz9pH4arsX4mOV_uV6rA/s320/Eli's+5th+Birthday+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339098883595322386" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-80658707970056638672009-03-27T21:39:00.000-04:002009-03-27T21:44:13.743-04:00Camping Out InsideTonight was supposed to be an enjoyable sleepover filled with noise, fun and "camping out" in Elijahs room. With a sick fevery, throwy-uppy Peyton, it ended in the living room with a Spongebob movie on the TV.<br />For some reason or another Peyton is mad at me, said that I made him sick, LOL! I was expecting the fever to come many days ago, when Elijah had it.Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-15776030281361407272009-03-20T12:33:00.000-04:002009-03-20T12:35:29.405-04:006 months to liveI am taking a Psychology class for my degree, and the question this week was what would you do if you knew you only had 6 months to live. Here is my response:<br /><br /><br />If I were to die in six months, what would I do? That is an amazing question, I thought it would require some long thought, but it came for me fairly easy. I would spend as much time with my family as I could. I would not travel and see all the wonders of the world that I wanted to see. I would be in my yard raking, planting flowers (or at least stick some fake ones in the ground, I don’t have a green thumb by any means), playing hop-scotch, finger painting, throwing water balloons, and just enjoy what is left of my life. I would continue to teach my children how to respect people, how to have table manners, how to appreciate the small things in life.<br /><br />For my children, I would write them a letter for turning points in their lives. A letter for them to read on their 13th birthdays, a letter to read on Prom, a letter to read on graduation, a letter for their 21st birthday, a letter for their wedding day, a letter for their first child. Give them advice, let them know some of my experiences, let them know that even though I am not there, that I love them more than they will ever know. For them, I will take a million pictures, and make them scrapbooks. I would record videos of myself, just talking to them, telling them about my life. I wouldn’t just do this for my own children, but for my stepchildren as well. My stepchildren are the most wonderful children that I know, and I love them as I do my own. I know that they are teens, and aren’t into hanging out with a dying stepmom, but I will make every moment spent with them, one to remember.<br /><br />For my husband, I would write him the longest letter, and record my most inner thoughts. I would spend every night snuggled up with him, I would rekindle what has been lost for so long. I know that he would want to see me happy, and not in any despair, so I would hide it from him. I would take pictures and make memories. I would do all the crazy things he enjoys, that I don’t, like playing video games, watching The Unit, 24, and Dollhouse. I would cherish every last moment I had with him.<br /><br />Outside of my husband and children, my family and friends would be the center of my world. I would not want them or anyone to sit around and cry at my funeral because I was dead. I would throw a BIG ole party, in celebration of my life, and family and friends!Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-59582726340432181592009-03-17T21:59:00.000-04:002009-03-20T12:30:48.213-04:00St. Patty's Day 09To start off with, heres the funny haha of the day........<br /><br />M: Pate, its St. Patricks Day<br />P: Patricks Day??<br />M: Yeah, and we are going to wear green today!!<br />P: Mommy, when is Spongebob Day?<br /><br /><br />Now that you have had a chuckle, let me tell you about my St. Patty's Day...Yeah, there was nothing to it. I dressed the boys in GREEN, and that was about it. Not that I was a party pooper, I was SICK! I dont know what happened, but the weather got the best of me, and I had little energy. Sadly Elijah was stuck in a green plaid button up shirt b/c mommy failed to get him a t-shirt before hand, and thought about going to wallyworld at the last min. But mommy was sick on the couch, and it didnt happen! So alas, Elijah wore the thing he hates most in this world beside bedtime.....BUTTONS! The kids hates buttons. I dont know why, dont ask! But he wore them, and guess what (Shhhhh, its a secret) he didnt die! As a matter of fact, he looks rather happy here, doesnt he???<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AT__qXbHvt61H5kAu9FJFAjsQz5b9i5sNPNwLPPiMsRo_mQ7nRnufLf1QEhAwelpCrqJWtg85JKn1KtWssyo2GYT5Sd5y1Twq_KVCuw5HqWoYK48gM9yxQxhdu-4DDHcu2TE82NuKBA/s1600-h/Buttons+and+Baseball+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AT__qXbHvt61H5kAu9FJFAjsQz5b9i5sNPNwLPPiMsRo_mQ7nRnufLf1QEhAwelpCrqJWtg85JKn1KtWssyo2GYT5Sd5y1Twq_KVCuw5HqWoYK48gM9yxQxhdu-4DDHcu2TE82NuKBA/s400/Buttons+and+Baseball+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315085288639381330" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />And here is a quick picture of mommy's lil "mean faced" boy, who suddenly learned a "sad face" is a better way to mommy's heart. Both mean and sad faces are so cute, and seriously the kid is smiling while doing both!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1mZs6o4fMnMGRVUttcr9gjmrPppT3_0tyQXkpabpz-Sv0oUmYSwtumFVLaq2TjuQFLpiaJHUkQdc1Ge9bhaOJf7XJzJWz1XNQVphk2LL985U5tZ6FBWh-bmmjZTy-J2NcKsMX4sZWBs/s1600-h/Buttons+and+Baseball+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1mZs6o4fMnMGRVUttcr9gjmrPppT3_0tyQXkpabpz-Sv0oUmYSwtumFVLaq2TjuQFLpiaJHUkQdc1Ge9bhaOJf7XJzJWz1XNQVphk2LL985U5tZ6FBWh-bmmjZTy-J2NcKsMX4sZWBs/s400/Buttons+and+Baseball+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315085912964922866" /></a><br /><br />And then again, heres pic of both of my little monsters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fWsfj7YbTLiAEgQ8npuOyGCSW6brqizDsBzl510oeDfpuUIdklSl8zXcTOcCGe5rd8RgnME3b2Xb-9TdTaiW6NP8fW9NScTRqsn54UziV8RESkjs05tHFZcm0A3CqsIFBoPgOEi2Xms/s1600-h/Buttons+and+Baseball+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fWsfj7YbTLiAEgQ8npuOyGCSW6brqizDsBzl510oeDfpuUIdklSl8zXcTOcCGe5rd8RgnME3b2Xb-9TdTaiW6NP8fW9NScTRqsn54UziV8RESkjs05tHFZcm0A3CqsIFBoPgOEi2Xms/s400/Buttons+and+Baseball+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315085907406684450" /></a>Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-44103007485924452492009-03-19T21:07:00.000-04:002009-03-19T21:55:28.049-04:00Fun in the SUN!Oh what a day it has been. I have come to the realization that my boys are bored outta their little minds being home with me all day. (Well, Peyton is home with me all day, Elijah from 3 till bedtime.) And since I am restarting this stay-at-home mommy thing all over, I decided to have some fun!<br />Peyton and I went to the Dollar Tree (The best dollar store EVER! Sadly, I have spent about $75.00 in the last week which means that I have 75 random things around my house.) Today, I only spent 25 bucks, and bought nothing for myself!! I stocked up on bubbles, play-dough, window clings, coloring books, crayons, wall boarder. Peyton was with me, so he got to choose some of the toys which include but are not limited to....<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Golf Clubs<br />Baseball Bats<br />Wiffle Balls<br />Baseball Bases<br />Water Guns<br /></span><br />I cant remember what all he picked out, or what all I picked out. Most of it is hidden, hey dont want to give them everything all at once! Here is a pic of Elijah playing baseball. (I am proud to say that hes great at it, looks like I know what hes going to be doing this summer! He even picked out his number: 3)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7bYdbgdgxWtYHG6gLWl0_4imRpMf2Eke3MPPg21NXJ2mozmy_IYNrlpIPOzG4dmi0Thmr4pDVF6-Zw2-v6T4bUis9E-c0h1qbBUdQ7cdn0YYV98RAtpA92W58ssqVfjW47toOxpAwXA/s1600-h/Buttons+and+Baseball+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7bYdbgdgxWtYHG6gLWl0_4imRpMf2Eke3MPPg21NXJ2mozmy_IYNrlpIPOzG4dmi0Thmr4pDVF6-Zw2-v6T4bUis9E-c0h1qbBUdQ7cdn0YYV98RAtpA92W58ssqVfjW47toOxpAwXA/s400/Buttons+and+Baseball+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080929081961474" /></a><br /><br />Peyton decided he wanted NOTHING to do with the baseball, so Olivia and him drew on the sidewalk with chalk. Bad mommy that I am didn't take any pictures of that. I have been snapping so many of him lately, that I don't feel guilty about it, LOL! Then Elijah decided to climb a tree, so here is a picture of that!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq64ENiTu_bLogI3QAWZSQ4zc584bPmwntL5R9P92K4naCCTrL0yO3DFtQZW1FxWH8q07hg-6l4XcRwOjP4Wm7O2IQG_nwqhm-CykK-nQFcxdCaCyfBg2QUEOAJHq7cP2jwR4qkErhTz8/s1600-h/Buttons+and+Baseball+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq64ENiTu_bLogI3QAWZSQ4zc584bPmwntL5R9P92K4naCCTrL0yO3DFtQZW1FxWH8q07hg-6l4XcRwOjP4Wm7O2IQG_nwqhm-CykK-nQFcxdCaCyfBg2QUEOAJHq7cP2jwR4qkErhTz8/s400/Buttons+and+Baseball+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082047936602690" /></a><br /><br />When I was playing with the boys, I came to yet another realization....My yard needs a nice cleaning. So I spent the next two hours raking. Now my hands are sore, red, and blisterd. Oh, no pics of that, you dont want to see that ugliness! <br /><br />And now I am headed to find a bubble bath (right after I finish my homework!)Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-87377970394858915972009-03-09T11:00:00.000-04:002009-03-09T11:01:55.473-04:00DCOk, so I made a stupid rash decision today! Despite my loony dr telling me not too, I made a very spontaneous decision......I bought tickets for my sister and I to see Dane Cook in Atlanta GA in June! I am soooooooooo excited! They are FLOOR tickets!! WHOOOO HOOOOOCrazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-47390261572966412242009-03-05T23:51:00.000-05:002009-03-05T23:54:34.565-05:00Night NightIts 8 mins till midnight, so all I have to say is................Whoo Hooo, I am finally done with my homework! (For today!) I stupidly waited till tonight to start it, and it turned out to be a weeeee bit more complicated than I thought it would be. On a good note, it was quiet all evening when I did it. Elijah and Peyton didnt put up a fight at bedtime, David fell asleep on the couch. And Olivia was up till 11:00 doing homework as well. (I have never seen this child do so much homework, since shes been living with us).<br />Good night peoples, I will type at you later!!Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393438103738803402.post-57745772177395353432009-03-05T19:37:00.000-05:002009-03-05T20:12:13.571-05:00AwwwwI have been thinking about this since it happened, and I could help but to share it. I was at Elijahs school this afternoon, and was on the playground with the kids. I was talking to a bunch of them about their favorite shows, their birthdays, pets, etc,. Fun times I tell ya, fun times. That was the best time I had all week!! So one of the girls that I was talking to is Elijah's best friend, we will call her L.<br />L and Eli have been stuck together like super glue for almost 2 years now. L was over with me and the other kids talking, and Elijah was off playing with some other classmates. So one of the questions I asked them was "When is your birthday?" and they told me, to which my crazy butt said to all of them in the most suprised voice I could find "Oh, thats my birthday too!" Of course they were all excited, and didnt catch on. So I asked L about her birtday, and she told me, and I told her mine was then too. She put her hands on her hips, looked at me and said "Wow, we can have a party together, you bring the beer, I will bring the juice!" So sassy!<br />We got around to talking about pets, this one lil boy told me he had a fish, one girl had a dog, on lil one didnt have a pet but had a lil baby. L, said that she has a fish that her grandma bought her, and she named it Elijah! How freaking cute is that?Crazed Writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08872171462452664644noreply@blogger.com0