Monday, November 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I think tomorrow I will take the boys to the splash pad here in Redford. They absolutely loved it the last time we went.
In other news I am contemplating going to Ohio to visit my family for a couple of days with the boys in September. I haven't been down to see my family in ages and I would like to take the boys to meet my side of the family and to go to my grandparents graves and see the old house that I still remember as a child I actually went there a few times before it was sold and it is actually something I remember from my childhood...I have a terrible memory. Any thoughts on this visit yea or na??? Yes I will be going alone as it is during the week and Kev is working...and yes I am crazy for contemplating traveling 3 hours alone with 2 small children.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
As most of you know I rarely forward emailed jokes or pass on cool websites but I have had something on my mind for many months and am hoping that by sending out this email it will reach someone who has the power or the will to help.
Most of you are aware of the fact that Alex and Cooper have 2 other siblings one is a boy named Roman born in 1999 who is their half brother. They also have a full biological sister named Valery born in 2003. To the best of my knowledge they are living in the same orphanage together in the town of Velsk which is where they are all from. Kevin and I are not in a position to adopt these children or even one of them but it has been weighing on my mind that they are still there and living in an orphanage. My request to all of you is to think about someone you know who may be interested in possibly adopting one or both of them. It kills me to think that the boys will never know them. Please I beg of you to think about it and ask around whether at work, or at church(if you attend church)or even within your own family. I'm in contact with our adoption agency and they were VERY excited about the possibility of us trying to help the children find a home. I can try to get more info on each child and the fees associated with adopting them from our agency for your info if you so desire. I know this may sound like a strange request but you never get anything in life without at least trying. This way I know I will have done the best I could for them and for my kids.
Thanks so much,
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here'. Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again. 'Just one more time.' This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?' in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. To put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. When you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
And it all started with these 2 pictures:
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Also note the sock on his hand...he does the craziest stuff and makes me laugh everyday. He loves to put socks on his hands I have no idea why. He's a kooky kid just like his Mama...
Monday, April 21, 2008
All my beautiful spring flowers are blooming, the hyacinths near the front door are so fragarant I can smell them every time I walk in or out.
Alex and Cooper are blooming too with lots of outside time and dirt eating, this is a new past time for Alex he seems to like the taste of dirt. I think it;s good for him...too many kids now days have their parents running after them with anti-bacterial lotion, spray, wipes and anything to keep their kids from getting sick or dirty. I think it's good for them to play in the dirt, get dirty, and have fun. I don't want my kids sitting on the couch getting fat and being "safe inside". I want the boys to be raised like Kev and I were, "as long as it's nice out you need to be outside." Well I'm off to get the boys up.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I mean we have a pretty big ass yard....