my little star

Don’t ask me what song it is or what language she is singing it in … the fact is … she puts everything she has into her performances.

the stench

As I mentioned in a previous post my youngest woke me up 20 minutes before my alarm was suppose to go off. I was able to lay back down after I got her settled and I was hoping to get in at least 15 minutes more of sleep. I couldn’t due to the fact my husband’s butt was sounding off every 3 to 4 minutes.

It all began last night on our two hour drive home from Atlanta. The kids kept yelling, “ooooh, I smell Daddy’s poot”. Well as if last night wasn’t torture enough, he all started again this morning and he is still spreading the horrid stench throughout the house as I type this tonight. Something has got to give. It’s crazy and it’s about to drive me bonkers. It’s been over 24 hours of nastiness.

I think he might have to sleep on the couch tonight.

the ride down

Life can’t always be perfect. You can’t live on the mountain top forever.

I’ve been on a high for a while now. Things have just been almost too good. So good that sometimes you pinch yourself to make sure that it’s all real. Well, the girls have begun to bicker constantly, our school year has just started and I feel behind already – that means I am struggling internally with anxiety plus my house is one big HUGE dust bowl, the girls want to help me clean but they keep making a bigger mess and they won’t follow my directions so I am losing my patience. I woke up with a tummy ache so I didn’t exercise and the youngest got me up a 6:44 am, 20 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, so it took me awhile to stop pouting over my lost sleep.

I know my attitude weighs heavy on how far down this ride will go. I am determined to keep positive. Or at least at in this moment I think I can. Even if we go lower and lower, I know it’s only a matter of time and we’ll be on the rise. Life is just like that.

Bev

Since my blog is my personal journal, I need to create a post to remember one incredible lady. My aunt’s best friend, Bev Maday. She passed away yesterday after battling several different types of cancers over a period of 7 years.

It seems like I’ve known Bev all my life. Her terrific smile, her laugh, her honesty and her sincerity will be etched in my memory forever. I am so grateful for her friendship to my aunt, my mom, my family and to me. I hate to say that I do regret never writing her a letter to tell her just how beautiful she was to me and how her joy through the pain and suffering was awe inspiring.

Her death did not come sudden. She was given a precious gift of time to prepare herself and those around her. She enjoyed her last minutes here on earth gazing into her husband eyes with her last words being , “To God be the Glory”. Her family that is left behind is at peace.

Praise God that through the most trying times we face, we as Christians can still experience true joy. Praise God for His consuming love that captures and humbles our hearts and gives our lives meaning. Praise God for eternal life we receive through Jesus Christ. I PRAISE GOD that Bev is rejoicing at the feet of her Maker and He is smiling at her with delight. Praise God that one day I will see Him too and that He unconditionally loves someone like me.

more photos, I know….

I have really enjoyed today. The weather is amazing, the kids seem extra cute and honestly I am just in love with my life.

The break has been so so nice but school starts back Monday for us … so … we’ll see what kind of mood I am in then. : )

Those pouty lips can make me melt!

let's swing

Finally I have one who can swing all by himself! Now just two more to go.

Always the funny guy!

home again, home again, jiggety jig

It was sad saying goodbye to the beach. Now that we are home again, trying to recreate normalcy is hard, but it feels real good to be back. Here’s a few pics of the trip.

He’s grumpy b/c he didn’t want to get his picture taken.

Goofy Goggle Pictures:

if you look close you can see that they are half way filled up with water

How can that even be comfortable?

the "elabator"

The kids and I are on the Atlantic coast with my mom. We got in late yesterday afternoon after a long 8 hour drive (that is with stops). We unloaded all our junk to then head back to the car to grab dinner and some groceries. We load up in the elavator, or elabator as #3 calls it, and head down. Once the door closes all the kids go over and push the G button for “ground level” like a million times. (It just feels so good to push buttons, doesn’t it?) As they keep pushing we hit the G level. We stand there waiting to rush out it’s doors but it never opens. We were stuck. In that instant, I felt the humid muggy air all around us and I had this yucky feeling, that we were not coming out anytime soon. We pushed all the buttons we could and then we activated the emergency phone. This nice lady came on and said she’d send someone out right away. So we waited. Luckily #1 had a small chapter book in his hands that he was planning on reading at the restaurant. I began to read aloud. After 15 mintutes we were sweating and straving. The kids were whining and the older two thought we were seriously going to die. They were fighting back tears and #1 was coming up with every worse case senrio possible. So we called the lady back on the emergency phone. We asked, “When will we be rescued”. Her answer – 45 minutes. I kept thinking, 45 mintutes …and then some other stuff I won’t type. The lady on the emergency phone wasn’t allowed to call 911 unless there was a medical emergency. If rescue teams damaged the elevator, she’d be responsible if there was no real “crisis”. Five minutes later, the kids were squirmmy, hot, hungry and my mom had to use her inhaler (due to the heat) so we decided to call 911 ourselves … can’t do that … no cell phone signal. So, I just kept reading. Funny thing – the book was about a dungen that the kids had to stay in if they misbehaved at school. We got to the last Chapter titled “Freedom” (no lie) when we heard the repair man call out to us, “Don’t worry, I’ll have you out in just a few minutes.”

Thankfully we were only trapped for about an hour and thankfully, to put it like the kids said, “No one died” : )