Friday, February 28, 2014

Last night after Taylor brushed his teeth and was climbing into bed, his filling fell out into his mouth. Husband starts to get all freaked out and I told him there was nothing to worry about. That had happened to me once as a kid too and we would simply take him to the dentist tomorrow.

Bryan is the one who actually ended up taking him because he didnt have to be at work until 1 and I work 8-5. He called me shortly after the dentist saw Taylor and said the tooth with the filling was actually a baby tooth and adult tooth was trying to come through which resulted in popping the filling out. The problem was the baby tooth was still firmly rooted so they were going to have to cut it out.

A little nitrous oxide and Taylor was finished. Bryan said he seemed a little loopy when they brought him out to the waiting room and while he paid, Taylor was holding on to the desk all wobbily like.
He helped him into the truck and once they got on the road, Taylor started saying how he was in a space ship and putting his hands in the air like he was on a roller coaster and laughing uncontrollably. It was drizzling so Bryan turned on the wipers only to have Taylor start making noises at them every time they would swish by. When he turned on the radio, Taylor kept asking who that was that was talking. At one point he told Bryan the truck door told him that his Dad was mean.

I couldnt help but laugh and wish I was there to record him. When Claire got 4 teeth pulled, I had my phone out and ready to go but all she did was cry. Figures Bryan would get the good one. ;)

He is home and resting and seems to be getting back to his normal self. Man I wish Bryan had been able to record it.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

On Tuesday my belt broke. I had one of those braided leather ones that I think was popular back in High School but for some reason, I still like them. They sell them all over so I can't be the only one right?
Anyway, it happened when I was using the restroom at work while I was pulling up my pants and securing the belt. Instead of the normal tightness felt around my waist, I felt looseness. I looked down and saw my belt had come apart and the leather had actually been worked away in one area.

I took it off and threw it into the trash. My jeans are a little loose on me so I was having to walk around holding them. I was meeting my husband for lunch that day and as I walked up to him he asked to hold my hand.

I told him how sweet that was but I needed both of my hands to hold up my britches. He started laughing at me.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Today I took some time to stop by some of the old blogs I used to haunt. It was sort of like walking down your street you used to live on but my how things have changed. Not surprisingly, most have stopped blogging years ago or havent blogged in months. I wonder if like me, did they tire of it too? Or did I tire of it? Maybe life continued on (of course) but just stopped thinking , hey I should post that!

I am now 36 and hubby is the same age. I kid him because he turns 36 in July and my birthday is in November so I like to think he is MUCH older than me.
Claire is 13, has braces, and the prettiest hair. She of course hates it but who ever likes their own hair right? The grass is always greener. ;)
Taylor will be 12 next month. That shocks me everytime I think about it. My 1lb 8oz baby who's life looked filled with issues, if he lived at all, is now a healthy, beautiful eyed smart ass.
I am proud to call myself their mom.

We still live in the same house and have the same jobs. I am doing much better as far as climing in mine and Bryan is due to make manager any day now. We both have nice, dependable cars and a healthy marriage.

I still love to make people laugh but find I have started looking at things a little differntly as I age. I think of death more often. Mostly, my own. Some days, I am okay with it by telling myself it is part of life and then other days, it terrifies me. I worry about my children being taken care of if something should happen to the both of us but he doesnt want to talk about it. To this day, he hasnt decided what he wants to do when he passes because the thought of being buried back in GA where he is from tugs at him.
I plan on being cremated and placed into a beautiful urn but I am also told a lot of people change their minds further up the age ladder. I tell myself why worry about things like that? But then I am reminded oh, well, you are almost 40 years old. Funny how this stuff just seems to sneak up on you.

So if you decide to follow along on this new trip of mind, what should you expect? Well, defiantly more laughs. Maybe some tears. Maybe some soul seaching questions. Who knows but sometimes there can be fun in that too right?

Until later,

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

It's Been Awhile.....

I know I don't come here very often anymore. If I am being honest, I occasionaly come back to go down Memory Lane which I have really been enjoying. I am glad that I posted things the kids said or did, things that I had forgotten but bring a smile to my face when I read. I wanteed to share something Taylor said this past weekend which I thought was just too cute. Bryan and I had gone to lunch with Taylor while Claire was at Main Fun with her choir from school. I was saying how big the kids have gotten, Claire being 13 and Taylor turning 12 next month and how neat it would be if we could have them go back to a younger age for a little while. Taylor said that didn't sound like fun to him but I said I thought it would be fantastic. I miss them at those ages although going through some of these old posts, it seems I was ready at times for them TO be this age. :) I said I would choose for Claire to be 2 because she was so much fun at that age. She had so much energy and the cutest personality. I said that Taylor I would pick 4 or 5 and he wanted to know why I didn't choose 2 for him as well and I let him know since he was a preemie, at 2 he was still a baby. Bryan went on to say that when he met him, he didn't even talk and I agreed but mentioned his preemptive team had taught him sign language. My husband asked if he remembered any of the sign language and he responded, "no, only the one for the middle finger." I could not stop laughing.