Swimming time

It's certainly almost August, as it is hot as Hades outside.  I took the kids out this morning to play and quickly realized it was much too hot for that.  So I filled up their swimming pool and let them loose!  It was only 9am at that!  Today the temperature is like 94 with a heat index of 100.  I love living in the south, but the humid, hot summers I don't care for much.  Enjoy the pictures!

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P.S.  I did add a new picture of myself in the about me section.  Lovely.  Gag.

Much to do about nothing

Sorry about the lack of updates in the past few days.  Things have been, well, busy.  But not like going here or there busy, just busy.  Where I have too much on my mind to really sit down and think clearly enough to write up an entry.  To be honest I still have a lot on my mind but I figured an update was needed so those who do read, although few it may be, don't think I've died or whatever.

Kent's birthday was Saturday.  The big 2-6.  He celebrated by not going to work and just hanging out with me and the kids.  He got breakfast cooked for him, several cards, some clothes, some new golf balls, and money/gift cards.  We went out to eat that night and walked around the mall.  He got a new cell phone cover, as did I, and then he bought a new computer monitor.  Let me tell yall, it is HUGE!  Ridiculously huge.  But I do like it.  =0) 

Currently I'm waiting on Zoey to wake up from her nap and then we will be eating lunch.  We may or may not go outside after that.  It's just gotten so hot and humid today.. we have really enjoyed some unseasonable 'cooler' weather lately.  But not today.  I break out in a sweat just thinking about going outside!  Ack!

Well, I'm gone.  Hopefully for not too long.  I'll try not to go M.I.A on yall again!

Crib to Bed

Today Kent converted Zoey's crib into a toddler bed.  =(

What happened to my little baby?  She went right to sleep for her nap, so we are hoping the change in the bed doesn't bring a change in her sleep.  Her and Jon Kent both watched us work on the bed, so it wasn't a surprise to her when she went down.  Here's hoping she continues to do well and that we don't find her at 2am playing with her toys.. now that she can get out of her bed freely.

Nightly Prayers

Every night after the kids have their baths and Zoey and Jon Kent give each other their nightly kisses and say good-night I carry Zoey into her room and we say our prayers.  Just a simple one.. one that my grandmother used to say to me whenever I would spend the night at her house.  I'm sure most of yall know it:

Now lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Then we'll say God Bless:

Mommy, Daddy, Jon Kent, Zoey, Granny, PawPaw, Mimi, Papa, Aunt Kerith, Uncle Seth, Gramsie, Poohba, Uncle Jon Paul, Aunt Ashley, baby Jon Wesley and MawMaw P____.

Lately Zoey has been trying to say the prayer with me.  But mostly she just says the last word I say after I pause.  But for the past month or so, without fail, she prays for the same people.. every night.  Papa, Uncle Seth and Uncle Jon Paul.  Kent and I kid with each other that apparently they need the most prayer because she always says their names.

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Yesterday and today we went to the park.  It's a remodeled park in our town.  It's pretty nice and all the equipment is the kids' size.  So that makes it better for them.  Yesterday we stayed for about an hour and today about 30 minutes.  Each day there are always other kids there so my kids get to play with new faces.  Which they love.  And I am glad they get to interact with other kids their ages.  There aren't any play groups around here and all my friends who have kids have to work, so play dates are hard to come by.  They have each other all day everyday to play with, by which I am grateful, but sometimes I just wish they had 'more' kids to play with and socialize with.  I'm scared once they start school they will either be total wall flowers or brats.  I'm sure they will adjust, it's just a worry of mine for now. 

Well that's all for now.  I guess I will talk to yall later!  And oh, enjoy the pictures!

A New Story

My mother-in-law told me a story tonight that I have never heard about Kent.  When Kent was 7 years old, he was diagnosed with diabetes.  Which that story I've known.  But what lead up to that, I've never heard.

Kent (at 7) was drinking lots and lots of water.  He was always thirsty and he was always having to go to the bathroom.  All of which are some signs of diabetes.  One night Kent and his parents were watching TV and a commercial came on.  It was of a guy in a karate outfit doing some kicks.  Across the screen came the words "The Silent Killer".  Every time the man would kick a new symptom of diabetes would come up.  After the commercial was over Kent's parents looked at each other knowing that Kent had all those symptoms.  Kent's dad told Kent's mom that she needed to call the doctor in the morning.  So she did.  They get to the doctor and tell her everything and she immediately says well we're going to test for diabetes.  So they did.  Kent's blood sugar came back in the 400's (90-110 is "normal").  His urine was in the 2000's which it was probably higher but that was has high as their charts went.  The doctor told them to immediately go home, get their clothes and go to Children's to be admitted, that they were waiting for them.  As soon as they got their things and were on the way Lori (mother-in-law) said she turned around to look at Kent in the back seat.  He had laid down because he was tired.  She said his face was a bright red and she felt of his head.  He was burning up.  By the time they got to the hospital his fever was 104.  Infection was starting to set in.  So they get him hooked up and every thing and he was in the hospital for 7 days.  The doctor told MIL that if they would have waited just 3 more days, Kent would have slipped into a coma.

Lori told me that they never saw that commercial of the karate guy again.  Ever.  Now tell me there isn't a God.

I had these pictures that I wanted to share of the kids.  So yall enjoy!

Runner's High

Growing up I never did any drugs, whatsoever.  Didn't smoke or drink.  So I never knew any other high than the ones you get after getting an A on a test or after scoring a goal in soccer... you know the "earned" types of highs.  I wasn't much of a runner in school.  Hated it in fact when we had to do it for soccer.  I would start dry heaving and my sides would start to cramp up.  It was just horrible.  But after having Jon Kent I started running.  Of course that last 3 months before I had to quit because of getting pregnant with Zoey.  But then after Zoey I started doing it again.  I now actually love doing it.  I set aside an hour about 3-4 days a week to just run and workout.  Of course there have been times where I would go a month without doing it, but the whole time I would miss it.  I usually run between 30-45 mins and then with the rest of my time I do light weight training.  The high you get while running can't be compared to any other high that *I've* had.  I believe it's the purest of highs.  It makes you want to push yourself just a little bit farther.  To run just a little bit longer.  And then when you are done, you have more energy than you came with.  It's really amazing.  I've wanted to train to run a marathon at some point in my life.  It's one of those things on my list of "Got to do this before I die".  I'm hoping I do it.  Right now I'm up to a steady mile and a half without getting winded at all.  I can do about 2 and half miles but afterwards I'm pretty winded.  I want to get to 3 miles without losing my breath and once I do that, I hope to look into marathons of that type.  We'll see.

Yours, mine, ours

So I've got to get this out of my head.

I was riding home today from working out and the question popped in my head.  Why is it, when couples get their paychecks they put them in separate accounts or they keep track of every penny of "their" money is spent?  See, what made me think of this is this, Kent is the full time bread winner in this family.  We decided that once we got married he would be.  I was going to college full time trying to finish that so we could then start a family.  To which we did.  So he has always been the one making all the money.  I help monetarily, rarely.  I do surveys for a company dealing with new products coming out and I also do a semi-annual consignment sale with the kids' clothes.  All of which bring in no more than $1200 a year.  When I do get the extra money I squirrel it away for vacations or Christmas gifts or to take Kent out on a date, instead of him always taking me out.  I guess it's a difference of opinions or cultures or how one was raised.  But to me, if you are married then all money belongs to both you.  Right?  Or am I just living in a fantasy world?  Granted here, I hate spending Kent's money.  Especially when I am buying him something, be it for Christmas or his birthday.  I hate doing it.  To me, it's like he worked to bring home that money just so I could turn around and give it back to him in a gift.  Am I crazy for feeling that way?  But then Kent's argument back to me is this, I stay home and raise the kids.  I cook, clean, do laundry, etc., all so when he comes home he doesn't have to and we can spend that time as a family.  Doing what we want.  Unlike some couples who work all day, come home have to cook, clean, do laundry and then go to bed.  All just to get up the next day and do it again.  Leaving little time to just be a family.  So in that respect I am doing something that is priceless.  Giving my family the ability to be a family a lot of the instead of just some of the time.  I'm blessed in that sense.  Not to mention how much we are saving in childcare.  I just hate the fact that I can't do more.  I just wish sometimes that I could just helpKent carry that burden of being the sole bread winner. Instead of feeling like all I do is eat the bread.

Redneck Theater

First, let me say this...  I'm very proud of being from the south.  I love that my roots are deep and that we live in the "Bible Belt".  I love the fact that my hometown is small and most people wouldn't be bothered if they left their front doors unlock or the keys in their cars.  I like the community atmosphere here.  Where everybody just about knows everybody or at least knows their first cousin.  But.. we do have rednecks.  And when I say rednecks I mean people who just don't give a hoot about their appearance or their bodily functions or their behavior in public.

Last night Kent and I went to our local movie theater.  We usually go to the town next door's theater because they have better seating, better surround sound, and better audiences.  But we just wanted to stay close to home last night.  We get there and everything is fine.  The seats weren't great, but they did add a cup holder so we didn't have to hold our drinks this time.  As the trailers began to roll I am hearing people (grown people) burping and talking about this or that very loudly.  Then, the king redneck makes his appearance.  He is the one that laughs VERY LOUDLY and I'm not talking just a quick outburst.  But a loooonnnnngggggg drawn out laugh.  And when that moment of funniness has left the screen he is STILL laughing.  Yall, I wish I had a recording just so yall could hear it.  I've never heard a laugh like that one.  I mean really.  At one point in the movie he started laughing and laughing and laughing and everyone else starts laughing at him.  It was really kind of comical at that moment.  But it got old very quickly.  VERY quickly.  By the time we got out of there, I was ready to just get home. 

Throwing up stinks- literally

So my carpets in my bedroom are currently drying from being cleaned and scrubbed this morning.  Jon Kent decided that chocolate milk didn't agree with him and he threw up at least 3 times.  Gag.  He was so sad about it too.  So now my house currently smells like chocolate throw up and Resolve Carpet Cleaner.  Ick.  I do believe after my second round of cleaning it, we will leave the house to run some errands and visit anybody who is willing to have us.  I can't STAND for my house to smell like anything other than clean.  Or at least smell fresh.  Which as of right now, it doesn't.  Gag, again.  And I'm wondering something.. why is it that every time something like this happens Kent is at work?  Why can't he be home for these little episodes?  Ick, ick, ick, ick, ick.

Well, I'm off for round two with the carpet and then to get the kids ready for a day out.  I'll talk with yall later.

Went back to public

I didn't want to, but I went back public.  I was having too hard of a time getting people who wanted to read my journal in to actually read it.  So... if there are any psychos out there who read my journal other than to just read it (i.e. try to stalk me down and kill me) then please stop reading it.  We are southerners who believe in the right to bare arms so.. there's ya warning.  And oh, in the state of Alabama all you have to be is in our yard and you are free to shoot.  So there's ya second warning.  You don't get a third...

In other news...

Well, there is no other news.  Same stuff.  Oh, we are going to buy Wiggles tickets for the kids for their birthdays.  The closest they are coming is like 2 hours away so that kind of stinks.. but.. we will manage.  It won't be until November until we get to go though.  I made the mistake.. the HUGE mistake of telling Jon Kent about it and he is talking about it like CRAZY.. ALL afternoon!  I told him that we couldn't go until we got our tickets, thinking that would detour him.  Nope.  He keeps telling me we need to go get the tickets.  He told Kent's grandparents to wait in their basement while we went upstairs to get his tickets.  LOL.  Funny little boy.  Cute too!

Well, that's it.  I guess I will talk with yall later.

A Zoey funny

To describe Zoey I would simply say, "She is her own."  She has her own thoughts, her own ideas and she just does them as she pleases.  She is outgoing.  Funny.  Smart.  Loving.  Sweet.  Mean.  A leader.  She is just Zoey.

So this morning Jon Kent wakes up and wants his "baba".  So I go into the kitchen to fix him some and see that Zoey is awake.  I just barely poke my head into her room and ask if she wants some baba too.  She tells me yes.  So I fix the kids their babas and go into Zoey's room to pick her up to take her back to my room.  Where the kids sip their babas and watch some cartoons for a bit.  As I walk into her room all I see is her diaper.. off of her.. laying in her crib next to her.  I freak out!  Not at her, but in my mind.  Thinking she pooped and pulled it off or whatever.  Thankfully she hadn't.  She in all her cuteness with seating in her crib with a naked butt and she couldn't have been happier.  LOL.  That's my kid for ya!

777

So yesterday was the infamous 07/07/07 date that anyone who has been recently engaged in the past 2 years or so has been waiting for.  I was reading a story on AOL's main page about how normally "The Knot", a wedding planning web site, had about 12,000 people registered for any given weekend.  But for this past Saturday, 07/07/07, they had 38,000.  Which would roughly put it past 3 times what is normal.  Las Vegas chapels were sold out and wedding planners all across the globe have been booked for this date for at least a year.  One said that the calls started coming in to book the date back in 2005.  Everyone is hoping the date will give them good luck in their marriage.  I guess with the divorce rate what it is (50% for those who may not watch the news frequently) they are trying to get every advantage they can, I suppose.  The year I got married (2002) the big date was 02/02/02 and the wedding would begin at 2PM.  I know a girl who got married on that date in fact.  She is divorce now though.  So I guess 2's aren't so lucky.  I got married on 03/16/02.  Wanna know why?  Because it fell during "Spring Break".  So I was out from college.  So it fit.  For those who are familiar with the Bible, 3:16 is also a famous passage.. John 3:16 that is.  But I really didn't notice that when we were picking out the date.  I just hope these people aren't marrying on this day hoping that in the end it will carry their marriage.  Because that my friends takes work, not luck.  And even when you work really hard, marriage still has it's hard moments.  It's when you get through those moments and realize that you are stronger and closer that you can call yourself "lucky".. although I rather think of it as blessed.  But that's just me.

Happy Birthday to my Daddy!

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to my Daddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Happy Birthday toooo youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

I hope you have a great one!  With many more to follow!

Happy 4th to All

Happy 4th of July!!! 

We had a good day.  Busy.  But good.  We went to a family reunion on my dad's side of the family.  There were probably about 50-75 people there I would guess.  It's mostly extended family and I couldn't tell you 75% of their names.. so..  We ate lunch there and hung around for about an hour or so.  Then we piled the kids back into the car and headed back home.  Kent's parents were grilling out and swimming for the day.  We stayed there until around 6:30pm or so.  We had a good time and the kids kept busy most of the afternoon.  They didn't even take long naps!  After that we made the long trek (25 yards) home to take showers and get the kids changed so we could go to the park for the firework show.  We got there about 7:45pm and the show started at like 9pm.  We had a lot of family and friends show up in the same spot we were at, so it was fun.  After the show we headed home and got the kids in the bath and then the bed.  We are just relaxing now.  I do believe my bed is calling me though.  It's been a long day.  But a good one.  I enjoy these types of day of being busy and spending time with family. 

Well, I hope everyone had a great 4th!  Remember our troops!!  And say a prayer for them and their families!!  They do so much to keep our 4th of July "Independence Day"!!!