Two of a Kind!

We have two very happy boys in this house, not that they weren't happy before, but they are EXTRA happy now!  I have been looking for these chairs for a couple years now.  We saw them once at the Old Cannery, and then they stopped carrying them, and I haven't seen them since.  Then, after shopping with Tammy for some new stuff for their house, we stopped at Mor Furniture, and HOLY CRAP...there they were!

I couldn't just get one, so even though Luke is a little young, it is something that he can grow into, and Blake LOVES his.  He keeps saying "this mitt is bigger then Uncle Mitchy's mitt" HAHA  I even caught him sleeping in it last night.

This is how it would be at first if they had to share the chair...

And this is how it would have been after being nice for a few minutes!

I think it was a good decision to get them each their own!!!

The "C" Word

As I rock Luke to sleep at night, I have been thinking about "what if I get Cancer"  and I always get very emotional; I cant help it.  I sit there rocking my baby to sleep and tears are running down my face, and I hold him tighter.  Cancer is very prominent in my thoughts right now because my dear Aunt Dawn has terminal Pancreatic Cancer and it is breaking me apart.  She has two boys... Yes they are somewhat grown, and not little like my two boys, but I can still relate on a huge level.  I think about what would happen to my family if something were to happen to me... and it really upsets me, as it would all moms.  I feel as if my soul has been cracked, I get this lump in my throat, and I wonder why?  Why her?  

She is in so much pain right now, and I just want to ease it somehow... to make it go away... to take it for her so that she can spend the rest of her time on this earth enjoying her loved ones.  The pain is so bad that she doesn't want to see anyone right now, and to be honest, I am really struggling with that.  I really want to see her.  To just sit with her, to lay with her, or just to even be in the same room as her, but I don't know if I am strong enough.  I don't know if I can look at her and not burst into a blubbering mess.  I just think of her and what she has done for my family and the tears just well up in my eyes.  She doesn't deserve this...why do bad things happen to good people?

My auntie has helped us by all of our homes because she is the BEST Realtor in this whole world :), but it was more then just buying a house... she helped us find our home... where we are going to stay the rest of our lives, where we are going to raise our children, and where we are going to make memories that can't ever be taken away.  She has always been there for me.. graduation, marriage, babies, homes, cancer walks, and even deaths.  She once told me that she hadn't been to her mothers grave because her mom told her not  to remember her there... but to remember her in her heart and to know that she will always be there to guide her... something that I think of now.  Sometimes I sit and try to remember all the smart, and insightful things that she has said or taught me, and I draw a blank, but then when a situation arises, I can hear her loud and clear.  Her voice will always be a strong and powerful force in my life... one that will guide me through my darkest hours, and one that I will hold high when life is plentiful.  

How blessed am I to have her as part of my life?  She always say that she is so lucky to have all these wonderful people around her and to support her... but the truth is, we are the lucky ones.  I pray that she can get her pain under control so that I can spend some more time with her...is that selfish?  Maybe I should be praying that she feels better so that she can decide how to spend her time?  Either way, I just want to know that she is feeling better, and that she can spend the rest of her time the way that she wants... but I can't promise that the second that she feels better, I wont be over there with open arms, looking for a hug!  That is another thing... the woman can give a hug like nobody's business!  Truly a reflection on her love for people.

And Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age. 

~ Matthew 28:20

I love you, Auntie, and Prayers and happy thoughts coming your way always.

A Hard Working Man

I haven't posted in a while because things have been crazy hectic around here!!  Kyle has worked some 20-odd days in a row, and going in at 4am  and getting home around 6pm... One of his projects is ending and needs some special attention, and some work that couldn't be done during the week that has taken up the last couple weekends.  Today is the LAST day of this hellish schedule!!!  We finally get the weekends back, and hopefully our schedules a little more normal, and he can get some much needed rest!

Staying home with your children is the hardest job on this entire planet, very rewarding, but can be challenging, and I SO look forward to a little reprieve when Kyle is around, and these past few weeks, I have felt like a single mom who takes a lot of visits to her parents and in-laws.  I know that Kyle is mentally, and physically exhausted from being a slave to this project, but he is very good at what he does, and he got that way by being very dedicated, but nevertheless, I know he is excited to be back to normal!

How lucky am I?  I have a husband that works so hard to provide for our family, and gives me the opportunity to stay home and raise our boys.  He is such a dedicated father... he reads to them, sings with them, plays with them, and laughs with them.  I herd Dr. Phil say on his show the other day that the most important roll-model in a child's life is the same sex parent... lets just say that my boys are sure lucky, and so are their future wives!

Thank you Kyle, for being such a hard working man!!  But I am sure glad that we get you back with us this weekend!!!

Digging Dogs, Barking Dogs, A Stinky Dog, and Remembering a Dog

The dogs around here have been the topic of our conversation for the lat week or so.  First, last week on the only nice day we have had in months, we were playing outside, and as soon as the neighbor dogs heard us, they sat at the edge of heir fence and barked, and barked, and barked.

   Last summer our neighbors daughter came home from college with 2 pit bull mix puppies, and decided not to go back, so now there are 2 full grown pit bull mix dogs next door.

So back to my story, I was so irritated with the constant barking at me and the kids that I kicked the soccer ball right at them, and yelled at them to go away... It didn't even phase them!  Then, later that evening they were standing at the edge of the fence again just barking and now DIGGING and CHEWING the fence!  We stayed inside and just watched, but sure enough, those little monsters got out... Then they were in my yard, ran down my drive way, then down the street... did I try and stop them?? Sure didn't!  I was hoping that those darn dogs would have been hit by a car, but I didn't get that lucky because they came back and just sat on the front porch.  Them getting out was enough to freely the neighbors out though, and they built a solid fence... Haven't herd a peep out of them since! YAY!!  Just glad I was inside when they got out!

We will probably just keep our fence up for added protection!

Then yesterday, I let Lucy outside to go to the bathroom, and wasn't paying attention to her, and I usually don't because she can only get out of our yard in one spot and she doesn't really go over there...well she did yesterday and we found her in the abandoned lot next door.  She was gone for about an hour and must have been chasing some horses around or something because she rolled in their poop!  Yes, Lucy came home smelling like horse shit!  She is now banished to the garage until she gets a bath!  The relief that I felt for finding her quickly turned into disgust!  After I smelt her, I yelled at her " you want to run away and roll in horse poop?... FINE...RUN AWAY!!"  Wouldn't you just know that the minute I said that, she went and laid on the front porch?  I love to hate her!!

Then as the kicker, today Blake asked me where Heaven is... I told him to look up at the sky and at the clouds. He said that he didn't see it, and I said that you can't see it, but that is where the angels are, and that is how they look down on you.  He then asked me how we could get there to see Otto.  We have had this conversation several times, but I told him that when people or animals go to Heaven, they can't come back, and one day he will see Otto again, but not for a very long time.  He then said "Well I miss my best dog friend"  Tears welled up in my eyes as I was driving, and I tried not to look at him.  He said "Mama, I see you crying, is it because you miss him too?"  I just smiled and said that I missed him too, but its okay to miss him and remember him because that means that he was a good friend to you.  Otto passed away almost 2 years ago, and he still asks about him randomly.  It melts my heart that he misses him, and that he impacted him so greatly. He was truly man's best friend :)  

We sure miss the goofy boy!!

Well, this week has been all about dogs!  Good and bad :)  I wonder what next week will be like??