My Blue Eyed Boy

Taylor had an appointment yesterday with an eye specialist at Texas Children's yesterday. When Taylor was born all itty bitty, his retinas were not attached so he had surgery to fix them. Afterwards, he had many visits to the eye doctor to do follow ups until finally the doctor released him with a clean bill of health.

Since then I haven't had Taylor's eyes checked because he didn't seem to be having any issues and he hadn't started school yet. At Taylor's 5 year check up, the pediatrician thought it might be a good idea before he started Kindergarten. So off we went yesterday all smiles with the promise of an icee afterwards. We sat in the waiting area and as I looked around and noticed many of the children with severe and/or noticeable health problems, I said a little thank you prayer that Taylor never developed some of the illnesses that he was threatened with.

I sat in a chair and watched the doctor give my little boy an eye exam. I was so proud as Taylor pointed out the letters he was seeing. Then all of a sudden, my heart fluttered a bit when he began to struggle with his left eye. On and on she pushed Taylor to tell her what letters she was showing him but his eye would just not cooperate. I was flooded with memories of being in the nicu sitting by my tiny little man and holding that fragile little body praying for him to become the little boy that he is today.

It turns out that Taylor's retinas are perfectly fine but although he has perfect vision in his right eye, he needs some help with the left. Taylor needs to wear glasses for 3 months now to see if they cant get that eye retrained, and if that doesn't work - he will then wear a patch for a little while. I know this probably doesn't seem like a big deal to some, but for me and this little boy of mine - it is.

I always think to myself, gosh hasn't he been through enough!?!? And with him starting school in August I worry about my son who seems to get his heart broken so very easily, and we all know how damn mean kids can be. Claire is only 7 and has had her fair share of run ins with bad ass children.

So I guess I am just asking for all you Mommas out there, say a little prayer for my bug please.

Thanks.

Dinner With Dora

On the way home from daycare, the question that is asked every time I picked them up piped up from the back seat.

"Is Daddy at home?"

Why do my kids love their father more then me, I sadly ask myself?? Oh yeah, that's right - because I make them mind!

Since the kids returned from their summer vacation, our little family has fallen right back into our old routine. It's nice how it works out like that huh? The kids chatted happily in the car as we headed home. For the first time in a long time, there was no screaming, poking, or pulling back there. I was shocked and wondered who's kids these were.

I was running through my head what I could make for dinner for my perfect angels. After eating their Grandy and Grammy's cooking for practically a whole month - I worried they would ask for something like fried chicken or apple pie. You know, that good 'ole Southern home cookin. And as you probably all remember, this southern girl does NOT cook like that - or really cook at all.

Claire: Who's cooking, daddy or you?

Me: I am honey

Claire: Raviolis then please (you know Chef Boyardee in a can - momma's kinda meal)

Me: Great! And you Taylor?

Taylor: Soup peese! (Ramen Noodle)

Me: You guys rock!!

After dinner, where I hovered like a vulture to make sure there was nothing dropped on my new table - I quickly shoved them out of their chairs so I could tidy up. The rest of our evening was awesome, them watching 3 or 4 Dora the Explorer episodes and me reading a good book.

Before bed we all sat on the couch and I read 2 of the cutest books that they had chose from the library this past weekend. I loved every minute of it.

Who Said In-Laws Suck??

I did actually. Bryan's parents and I have had a rocky relationship from the very beginning. I still remember at the tender age of 19 his mother calling me a Jezebel. She had no idea how wrong she really was until much later on. Back then I was practically an angel - I did not curse, smoke, drink - hell, my idea of fun was going with a group of friends and hanging out at the playground after dark. In the past couple of years, Bryan's mom has started to come around but there is still that awkwardness for me when I am around her.

So needless to say, I was not jumping up and down on Saturday when their flight arrived from GA. Well technically I was because they were returning my babies but not so much for the in laws. Claire and Taylor have been visiting Bryan's family since the 4th of July so it was very nice to wrap my arms around those two again!! By the end of the weekend I was ready to ship them off again though. ;)

Saturday night we all went to dinner at The Texas Roadhouse and I giggled to myself as Claire pronounced very loudly how this place was nasty because of all the peanuts on the floor. The kids had a great time and loved the cute lil' balloon animals. Claire's popped on the home so all she was left with was a kitten head. She did not fail to disappoint me either by burping loudly 3 times.

Sunday afternoon we went and had Chinese and that's when it happened. That is when I went from tolerating the in laws to friggin loving 'em! MIL brought up the condition of our washer and dryer. She said Bryan had told her it had started making some noises that did not sound good at all and the fact that it was a tiny stackable unit we had brought with us from the apartment. Basically you could fit 6 shirts, a pair of jeans, and like like 5 socks in there - made laundry life for me hell. Next thing I know, MIL is telling me they have picked out a brand spankin' new washer & dryer if we would like to go with them to pick it up!! Then, while were at Lowes she goes on to tell me how they had stopped by Big Lots and they had found a very nice dining table set they would like to get us!!

Holy shit, I have died and gone to heaven!!!!

*Pictures to come*

Today, We're Cleaning House!!

Ready-Set-Bumbo II

So cute - I had to share!

I Am Reminded Why I Only Poop At Home......

Today we had Chipotle for lunch. Let me just say that I love me some Chipotle, but it does not love me. The sad thing is I know what it does to me but I still continue to eat there. Not near as much as I used to but yes still, I am just glutton for punishment.

So a few hours after my very tasty lunch my stomach started giving me hell. I knew it wouldn't be long before I would have to use the restroom. After putting it off for as long as I possibly could, I hauled my trembling ass in there.

I flew into the largest stall and quickly turned the little lock on the door. I ripped my pants down and threw myself on the toilet seat. Just as relief began again I hear a cough and this.....

"Let me shut this door for you."

OH MY FREAKING GOD!!

I had not closed the stall door entirely and it had opened and a very nice co worker stood there looking at me and closing the door. I am afraid I will have to look for a new job now. The horror.

Questions Better Left Unsaid?

I don't know about you guys, but I do not have a huge surplus of friends. I could probably name them using one hand and even less then that for ones I could talk to about just anything. I am pretty bad about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time or worse, trying to talk about something that really shouldn't be discussed, out loud. But you know, sometimes it would be nice to get a little confirmation from other gals that I am not a total wierdo.

So I have decided to use my blogging friends as my new bestest buds that you know, I could just to about anything. Everything from the big O to ass hair.

Here is what I want to throw out there. How do y'all feel about landscaping? I have heard or read so many different reasons why some women maintain the hair down there.

I remember the first time a boyfriend asked me to go all shiny and I thought, what the hell is wrong with him?!?! Did I do it? No. Not until many years later did I start to "trim" and then trim turned into wax on-wax all the way off. Minus the wax though, just me and a razor.

The past couple of months I have been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax. I have heard it is much easier to keep up with then the constant need to shave or my cookie ends up looking like it has a 5 o'clock shadow. But you see, I get my eyebrows waxed and that hurts enough to make my damn eyes water. What would having my pubes ripped off my va jay-jay do to me??

So any if my readers out there ever had one?? Suggestions?? Opinions??

I'm all ears......

Phone Conversation With Taylor

So Bryan and I are enjoying are adult time and the bonus part is the kids are having a GREAT time in Georgia with Bryan's folks. We both talk to the kids every day, Bryan usually in the morning and I call when I get home from work.

Here is my conversation last night with my son.

Me: Hey baby, how are you?

Taylor: Good. How are you Mommy? I miss you.

Me: I am doing good too - I miss you too.

Taylor: How is Gracie (the puppy that no longer lives with us but he doesn't know this yet), is she still tearing up stuff?

Me: Probably (Not a total lie, she has probably ate the old lady that adopted her by now)

Taylor: What are you doing?

Me: Watching a movie.

Taylor: Is it Family Guy?

Me: Uhh no, its a movie.

Taylor: Is it a scary movie? (He loves watching scary movies with me)

Me: Nope, its like a comedy - a funny movie.

Taylor: Ohhh! (he laughs like I have told him a joke)

Taylor: Momma, what are you doing?

Me: I told you Taylor, I'm talking to you.

Taylor: Momma, are you poopin'?

Me: *Thinking* WTH? I cannot believe he is asking me this right in front of Bryan's mother who once called me a Jezebel. I choose to ignore him

Me: So did you have fun today making puppets?

Taylor: Yup. Momma, are you poopin'??

Me: No Taylor and Momma has to go now.

Taylor: Bye Momma! I love you.

Me: I love you too baby, even though I want to crawl under the damn couch and hide.

No, no Mr. Monster - not THAT kind of cookie. Yes ladies I am referring to your lady bits, the va jay-jay or whatever it is that you call her. I wanna hear your embarrassing stories or just something you think is funny that has happened to you and your *ahem* friend. I will go first,

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I was 19 and my boyfriend and I were doing some wild and crazy 19 year old sex when I let out this huge scream, and it was not from pleasure. I clutched my abdomen and curled into the fetal position, begging for death. Boyfriend jumps off the bed staring at me like I have grown two heads. After laying there crying for a good two hours, he decides rubbing my back and pleading with me to feel better isn't working, so he fumbles my clothes back on and carries me to his car.

It is 2:30 in the morning and I am at the emergency room with a boyfriend of only a few months. They get me into a room and Boyfriend is in there with me, holding my hand and mumbling what I think was a prayer.

In walks the doctor and introduces himself as Dr. Hand - how appropriate. Boyfriend and I look at each other and can barely contain our grins.

Dr: So, what were you doing when this happened?

Me: *Thinking* Are you shitting me?? Like he doesn't know! Why is he making say this OUT LOUD?!? Uhhh, we were having intercourse.

Dr: How exactly were you positioned?

Me: *Grimacing*

Boyfriend: We were doing it doggie style.

Me: Aww, he is so damn helpful!

After some poking and prodding around and a quick ultra sound - turns out I had a cyst that burst on one of my fallopian tubes and Boyfriend had managed to tear my labia. There was much screaming every time I peed for quite some time.

So, now its yall's turn! Lets hear it!!

You know you're sick when....

I just got back from the gas station because I wanted a cappuccino. After returning, I happened to glance at myself in the bathroom mirror and saw, my hair is friggin everywhere from sleeping and I am wearing a t-shirt and men's boxer briefs! Yeah - I just went out in my PJ's looking like shit.

Something Special For Special K

I love Toni from http://guruofmyhome.blogspot.com/ and I love her even more now that she has given me a chance to cheer my sick ass up with a contest! If you havent check her blog out yet (shame on you), go and see her - I promise you'll love her too!

The Results Are In!

I went and visited my charming doctor today and it is official, I have a serious sinus infection. 35.00 for the visit, and 60.00 worth of meds later and I still feel like shit. Talk about a B I G cry baby over here. I can honestly say this is my first time to be sick and having no family in town, even my close family left last Saturday for a cruise. So, if I die all of my animals would have eaten my ass before anyone thinks twice about poor pitiful me.

On a funnier note, while checking out the aisles at Walgreen's waiting on my prescriptions to be filled, I found myself in the condom aisle. I wished right then I had a camera on my phone because right in front of the selection was this little electronic button sticking out that read "please push and an attendant will be right there to assist you". Do you guys know how hard it was for me not to push that damn button??

Help a girl out!

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Okay so I am up for another - work yall's magic for me since I am all sick and going to the dr today!!! :(

Happy 4th of July!

I love the 4th! It is one of my favorite holidays to spend with family and usually we do the same thing every year. Meet up at some one's house, drink beer and cook out, and pop some fireworks. And every year Claire and Taylor cry over the noise and end up in the house. But it is still fun, at least the fireworks are for the adults.

But this year is way different than that. I actually took my family (Bryan, Claire, and Taylor) to the airport so they could fly out to Georgia and spend some time with his family. Yes, you heard me right I I am completely alone (if you don't count the pets) for an entire week & weekend.

You would think I would be jumping for joy and having a damn party, BUT, not only are my sinuses kicking my ass all of a sudden - I also miss my family something fierce! I actually called Bryan at like 4 am this morning because I couldn't sleep.

Bryan: *Mumbling* Hello.

Me: Hi honey!

Bryan: Sweetie, it is 5 o'clock in the morning here. What are you doing?

Me: I just called to tell you that I miss you and I can't wait for you to come home. And it turns out, I actually like you a whole bunch.

Bryan: *Chuckling* Well that is good to know.