Saturday, June 17, 2006
I know that must sound like I'm talking to a dog but I couldn't think of a more appropriate title for this blog. My son, my five and a half month old little boy rolled over from his tummy to his back by himself today. I know some of you might think he's behind but what you may not know unless you've read my Yahoo 360 blog, was that he was born 3 months premature. So technically his adjusted age as the doctors call it, is only 2 1/2 months old. Which means of course that he is right on schedule. It scared my poor baby the first time he did it, so I picked him up and soothed him a bit and then put him back down to see if he could do it again. It took longer this time because at first it seemed like he was scared to move at all but then he started giggling and kicking and soon enough rolled over again and wasn't near as scared the second time. Before he got tired he managed to roll about 6 times. My daughter Danyelle will tell you it was more like 10 but I think she 'helped' him a couple of those times.
Friday, June 16, 2006
I was just reading the latest blog post from one of my favorite authors and realized how absolutely right she is. As much as I wanted to, you can't go back....there's too much pain and hurt, too much time and distance, too many obstacles and things said you can't take back and even if you could go back it wouldn't be the same. Mostly I guess I am mad at myself for wasting these last few months even trying. I sincerely hope and pray that the other two people involved are reading this because you should know that this is me forever and completely ending the relationship or any hope for it.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Most of you that read my blog know that Princess is my sister. I didn't know her my whole life and we didn't grow up together, we never even met until I was in my early teens. Confused? Well technically she's my step-sister but I don't think I've ever used that term when it comes to her. I love her as if we are truly blood related. So, right now it's killing me that I can't be with her when she needs her loved ones the most. You see, she had surgery Thursday and there were complications but she's doing better now. She's still in the hospital which I know is absolutely driving her mad. My mom is there with her which is very comforting to me but I still wish I could be there too. She's been there for me through some very tough times and I only wish I could return the favor. Unfortunately my children limit my money and travel. Those of you with children I'm sure can understand that. So, I guess I'm just venting for now and also hope that those of you reading this will just say a little prayer for my only sister. Thank you.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
My ten year old daughter never ceases to amaze me. Some days I have to take her with a grain of salt, she has ADHD and can dance on my last nerve with just the right steps until I'm ready to pack all her things and move her in with her Uncle Mike (whom she adores by the way....I swear she thinks he hung the moon and did it just for her, of course). Other times I have to stop and thank God for putting this beautiful miracle in my life and reminding me just how precious she is. Yesterday was Wednesday and for us that means evening services at our church and on Wednesday nights before our preacher brings the message we go over prayer requests. Last night I found out that one of our church members is in the hospital with what they think is a heart attack or stroke. Normally I would just right down this persons name with the rest of the requests and pray for them, usually without a second thought.....and I know that must sound like I really don't care that much but I do, trust me. It's just that some of the people on our list have been on there forever, mostly because we have quite a few elderly members. But this man that now lays in the hospital is about my age AND just happens to be the man that my daughter likes to sit with every Sunday Morning. During all of our services unless we are having a special, the church offers some type of class for the children. So during our prayer request time, Danyelle was in her class and did not find out about her Sunday morning friend until after services, on our way out to eat my mother and I tell her he's in the hospital because something maybe wrong with his heart. Without a second thought and not realizing what it would mean for her, she turns to my mom and says, "Could I give him my heart?"