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......