Christmas Photos

My 2 handsome boys on Christmas Eve at Gammy & Papa's church

Kyle & my dad on the tractor

Kyle playing bells at church

My dad and Trey on the tractor

Our Christmas Card~~2006

Thinking of my Angel~~Angela Noelle

To Angela---My miracle baby. The one I knew was a gift from God, because she was a total surprise. The one I knew was a girl from the moment I found out I was pregnant.

It was different---I was sooooo sick with her, not like the boys who made me very tired and a wee bit nauseous, but never made me actually throw up. She was the only baby conceived without the help of drs and drugs, treatments and ultrasounds.

I saw and heard her beautiful heartbeat twice.....watched her grow from that tiny speck to look more like a peanut. Even though I knew from experience that I could lose her--I was older, and I'd already lost Tristan, so the fear was there, in the back of my mind---I began dreaming of this precious little girl who I was sure would have strawberry blond curls and big blue eyes just like her brothers. I pictured me dressing her up in dresses and bows, taking her to ballet and cheerleading camp...finally having a girl with whom to share tea parties, and giggle fests late into the night....things boys just wouldn't understand.

So needless to say, I just wasn't expecting to hear the dr's words---"I'm sorry. There's no heartbeat. This is not a viable pregnancy." After all, this was my miracle---my GIFT from God---the totally unexpected surprise! After giving me this precious gift, how dare He take it away from me?

It took me a very very long time to accept that there was a reason for this horrible loss, and while I will never know what that reason is, God does have a plan. And you better believe that it will be one of the first questions I ask when I get to Heaven! :o)

But for today....the 4th anniversary of that loss....all I can say is Happy Birthday Angela Noelle....born to Heaven way too soon. Your mommy loves you sweetie.

Sisters

Sharing a video I made for my sisters for Christmas.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kae5JA9c6js


I hope this works!!

Kyle Funny ( repost from PALP)

Kyle's been very sick lately and is on his 3rd round of antibiotics since Halloween.This time it's for bronchitis & a sinus infection and the dr put him on prednisone which he's only been on one other time and made him act more aggressively to other kids. WEll today he got in trouble because he pushed some stacked chairs into another little kid and when he started crying because he had time out, the class "bully" called him a baby so Ky hit him. He was telling me all about it on the way home tonight and I asked him if he was crying when Tony called him a baby & he said yes. Well I told him that he was being a baby...he needed to just do his punishment and not throw a fit because he got in trouble. He was quiet for a second and then sighed real loud and said, "mom, it's just so hard trying to be 5." I really had to stop myself from laughing because I'd had a hard day too and I was thinking how hard it was trying to be a grown up! LOL

A Mom's Letter to Santa

I got this letter in an email, but there are days when I sure do feel this way! I changed a few things to make it personal.... (in green)

Dear Santa,
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of cookie dough to raise money to put a shade over the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, onthe back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find any more free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, whichI already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine so long ago, I'm sure it's been claimed by soemone else.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone, and a secret computer room to which nobody else has access.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Leave your brother alone," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the neighbor's dog. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.