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Where thoughts can be funny, can race at all hours of the day and night and can sometimes not make any sense!

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Funny things Gabriella does and says....

One day when Elianna was little and crying Gabriella walked into the living room, picked up the binki and put it in Elianna's mouth. Gabriella then turned to me and said...
"Mommy, I saved the day!"
Gabriella and Michael were walking up the stairs together when she announced to Michael...
"I am the GIRL in this big house!"
We were all at the dinner table eating when Gabriella said...
"I like all my family!"
One day when Pappa Ron was picking up Gabriella he was talking to her babysitter Cindy apparently too long for Gabriella's liking. So she interrupted the two of them and said to Ron...
"Ron, I am going to put you in the microwave!"
One day Gabriella and I were baking cookies together when she asked if she could eat some of the cookie dough. I gave her a spoon full and she looked at me and said...
"Your the best Mommy in the world."
Gabriella will ask me, usually daily, if we are going bye bye or what the plan for the day is. Whenever I tell her the plan she says to me....
"Okay Mom, that sounds like a GREAT plan!"
Cindy was telling Gabriella one afternoon that she needed to pick up all her toys and get ready for her afternoon rest.
Gabriella: "If I don't pick up my toys, then I go straight to bed?"
Cindy: "Yes."
Gabriella: "I will just go straight to bed then."
One night Daddy was using the BBQ in the backyard when Gabriella heard him go out the door. She instantly started yelling and running towards the door saying, "wait for me, wait for me!"
When she reached to door her daddy had shut the door and was already outside. In a very quiet voice she said... "Oh, dear."
We were all at the dinner table one night eating and Michael was talking about his day when Gabriella interrupted him and said.. "you are the silliest boy ever!"
Gabriella was talking on the phone one night to her Grandma Joyce when she said to her...
"I'm sorry, I have to go now. I need time to take a bath."
Gabriella had a cut on her finger one day and asked for a band aid so I put it on her finger. She looked at and smiled and said.. "Look mommy, it looks like peanut butter!"
Gabriella was learning to potty train and was working really hard on staying dry during the night, one night she had an accident. I went into her room and had this conversation with her:
G: Mommy, please don't tell Daddy that I wet my pull up okay?"
M: I can not lie to Daddy Gabriella, if he asks me I have to tell him you were wet because Mommy doesn't lie to Daddy."
G: "I'll just put on a new pull up and he won't know."
M: "That isn't honest either Gabriella."
G: "But he won't know I am not honest if we don't tell him."
One day Gabriella and mommy were teasing daddy about stinking after he goes to the gym when Gabriella said... "I don't like it when he lays in my bad and makes stinkies either!"
Gabriella was showing her dolly to her new babysitter. She held the doll up to the new sitter and said... "This is my crack head dolly!"
I took Gabriella to get her hair cut and curled for the first time in a salon for her 4th birthday. When she was all done and her hair was all in curls a lady looked at her and said...
"You look just like a Princess, Gabriella."
Gabriella responded to the lady by saying..... "I know."
We were coming home from the gym one night when Gabriella said to me...
"Mommy, I have something very important to tell you. The big boy at the gym daycare taught me to do down the BIG slide backwards with my eyes CLOSED and it was SCARY!"
For Gabriella's 4th birthday she spent the night at her Grandma Joyce and Pappa Ron's house so mommy and daddy could decorate for her party. When Gabriella walked into the house and saw all the decorations she said...
"It looks so happy in here, I LOVE it!"
One day after dance class I asked Gabriella how class was. She said to me....
"Mommy, let me tell you something. I did VERY well today, Teacher Lori said so!"
Almost every night when I am tucking in Gabriella into bed she will ask me the same question...
"Mommy, will you make me blueberry pancakes in the morning? You make the BEST pancakes EVER!"

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Daddy's little girls

I was laying down the other night while Joe got our three kids ready for bed. My door to my room was open so I could hear the commotion going on in the other room. Kids were laughing, loud pounding sounds were coming out of the room and then howls like little wolves. They were all having a good time in there. The loudest one was, of course, Gabriella.

As I imagined the games that were being played in their room and the memories my husband was building with his children I had a question come to me...

Do fathers understand how they mold their daughters at a very young age?

My experience with several people I know is that they feel their time to mold their kids come at a later age in life. My daughter Gabriella is almost 5 years old, her dad RIGHT NOW is determining what kind of man she will marry by the way he raises and interacts with her. That is pretty powerful to me.

At this young age we give Gabriella a picture in her head of what kind of man she is going to want, we determine how she is going to feel about food, view her body, how giving of a person she will be. Will she be an honest person, will she continue to be outgoing, confident, will she be too trusting. All of these aspects of who she will be is being groomed right now and we have to be so careful with everything we do with her. Kids are sponges and they take a mental picture and file it in their little brains and then refer to it later in life.

How many times have I recalled an experience from my childhood that determined why I handled something as an adult the way I did... many times!

The other day Gabriella was in the car in her car seat behind me while I was driving when she blurted out "I am doing everything you are doing mommy!" I looked in the mirror and she had her hand rested on the window the exact way I had mine and I thought to myself, she watches everything.... am I doing everything I would want her to do?

Our kids grow so fast and there is so little time to make up for loss memories, lessons or take back mistakes.

Today I have a better appreciation for being a mother. With the Grace of God I am going to learn to be a better mother and remember that even when I do not think they are, my kids are always watching and learning from me and I need to be the best example I can be to them in all areas of my life.

Today I also have a better appreciation for my husband. Not only because he is my husband but because he is a wonderful father and is doing a great job at raising our five kids. He is truly a blessing to us all and I hope he knows how much we all love him and how much we all look up to him, especially his two daughters.

Proud mother

As a child there was one thing I knew....

I was put on this earth to be.... a mother.

Like most young girls I dreamed of one day being a mommy to my own baby. To fulfill that need as a child I use to dress my black cat, Salt, up in baby clothes. Now before anyone starts screaming animal abuse, please note I would cut a hole into the rear of the Pj's to make room for his tale. I would then cradle Salt until he was asleep, most days he was very accommodating to this scenario but there were other days as soon I called his name and walk towards him he would run from me.

My mother moved us once to a home that actually had a chicken coop on the property. She bought us kids’ baby chickens to raise and take care of, strange thing in the middle of Beaverton but what did I know I was just a kid! Many days after school you would find me out running around the backyard trying to catch as many baby chickens as I could. I would put them into a wheel barrel and roll them around the yard until they fell asleep, my brother's thought I was nuts but those chickens were my babies.

When I was 20, after being married for two years, I found out I was going to have a baby. I will never forget the day I learned my baby was a boy. I was so happy I called everyone I knew to tell them the news and to tell them what the ultrasound picture looked like. I knew from the moment they said he was a boy I was going to call him Michael.

I am not a patient person by nature. So when I was close enough to "be okay to deliver" I started taking God's plan into my own hands. My Grandmother suggested I drink Castor Oil. She swore Castor Oil was the way to induce labor. "Drink a shot of Castor Oil and chase it with a Coke, you will be giving birth by the next morning" she said. The only thing I was doing the next morning, and the morning after that, was going to the bathroom! Soon after that failed attempt I started to bribe my doctor to induce me. At one point I offered to donate $100.00 to the charity of his choice if he would just induce me. My doctor did not take the bribe, but a week later and countless trips with false labor he finally agreed to induce me.

On October 11th my son came screaming into this world. My favorite memory of that day was when they laid him on my chest, his eyes were wide open and he looked right at me and we made eye contact. He was the most precious creature I had ever seen and I knew he would bring me a lifetime of joy.

My baby is now 16 years old. He is almost a man. He stands 5’6 and weighs 164 lbs and he is the pride of my life. I am so proud of the person he is becoming and so anxious to see the man he will soon be. He is a hard worker, a great son, a wonderful brother to his siblings and he has his dreams set on being a detective. I am so proud of him, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him and there is nothing I would not give him.

Sometimes I will hear him talking in another part of the house and it will stop me in my tracks. His voice is so much deeper and sounds like there is a stranger in my house, but it comes to me that this is my baby talking. I get flashbacks to him crying in my arms or giggling as I chase him and it makes me smile.

I am so lucky to have the love of a son and so lucky to be on Earth to see him develop into a man who his family is proud of right in front of my eyes.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Being on this earth as long as I have, I have realized there is no fairy tale ending. Things don't have to be perfect to be right. You don't need to know all the answers and you will not see your future as a clear beautiful painting. You just have to live day by day appreciating what you have, letting go of your mistakes and being who you are. There are no answers there is only life and it is there for us to live it...today!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

If you do not take care of your body, where will you live?

I have been going to the gym for about four weeks now, 6 days a week. This is a huge accomplishment for me considering I was only going 2-3 days a week just four weeks ago. In addition to going to the gym I have actually been getting to
"that place"where I can even say I enjoy going and working out... until today that is.

I did NOT want to work out today for a list of reasons so long I would not want to bore myself by typing them out. The only good thing about working out today, besides getting it done, was that I was able to work out at Premier rather than 24 hour fitness.

I use to work out at 24 last summer but it always seemed no matter how many people were or were not in that gym it was 95 degrees and I always felt like I was going to pass out. Today I work out at Premier but have to venture over to 24 for daycare issues that can not be met by Premier. But let me say, 24 has gone down hill, everything is so dirty and NO one wipes ANYTHING down after they are done. What is really comical to me is there are certain areas of the gym that have signs that say...

"Please help yourself if we have missed a spot."

What is funny about that is there is NOTHING there to help myself with. The bottles that are suppose to have cleaner in them are either gone or they are empty, even the hand sanitizers are empty. Gross!!!!

Okay, I got off on a track there. Back to my topic.. my workout.

My husband and I workout together. People always find it interesting that we work out together and that we do not fight during the workouts.

Today, it took everything I had in me not to hit him with the 30lb weight I had in my hand.

Imagine your husband, who you have bore 3 kids for in 4 years, snapping at you and moving his hands in a motion to try and get you to move faster. I am not sure how many females would be able to handle this. After all, I was moving but apparently not fast enough for him. But besides the snapping, then hand motions there is this face that he gives me that not only screams irritation it screams disappointment and discuss. This face makes me want to scream!!!

Can't he see that he is pushing me beyond my limits? Can't he see my whole entire body hurts to move? Can't he see that I am dripping in sweat? I am moving! I am pulling! I am pushing! My hands are even on the bar! I am getting down low! YES I can feel the pain in my legs! YES my arms are shaking and now you want more from me? You want me to do what? All of this occurs in two hours of my life and leaves me tired, hurting, second guessing myself and feeling defeated.

However, when I walk out of that gym door and I crawl into my vehicle and slide into it saying ouch and moaning I look over at the man that pushed me to the edge of the cliff and see a man who has helped change my life. I am healthy, my family is healthy I am in the best shape of my life and I am a smaller person. So when he says to me.....

"Did you have a good workout honey?"

I just smile and say "Yes babe, thank you so much!"

I am very thankful to have my husband care enough about me to help me reach the goals I want to reach, even if I did not know I had those goals!