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.