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Another year ends


My baby boy made it!

He made it to 4th grade. Mama is so proud. Did you hear that huge sigh of relief coming from my way?

It’s been a difficult school year. To be honest, there was a time I didn’t think I’d ever see this.

But with the help of his teachers, psychologists and psychiatrists, )and lots and lots of encouragement and threats from mom and dad) we made it to a place of sanity. I know it won’t be easy for him or for us, but that’s ok. He’s worth all the effort, all the struggles, all the extra time, all the everything that it takes to parent a kid with ADHD who’s mom has ADD. Have I mentioned how much fun it is to have ADD and parent a kid who has ADHD? Sometimes, we just need a little extra prayer.

So… it’s been a whole 9 months since I took that picture of Gary starting 3rd grade. I had the brilliant idea of taking a last day picture as well. I wanted to compare the 2 to see how much he’s changed. I really didn’t think there would be much of a difference, but when I put them together I was pleasantly surprised. Then shocked; then I wanted to crawl into a hole with a magic transporter and take him with me to a place where we never grow old or grow up. Am I being a wee bit dramatic?

I have a confession to make. As I look into the future and try to imagine Gary as a teenager, I’m a little bit scared terrified. I’ve always been intimidated by teenagers. They’re like little adults but without the logic, wisdom or experience of being an adult which is a terrible combination (in my opinion). But then I look into his past. I look at pictures of when he was just a baby, then a toddler and I remember with each stage of life, I was terrified of the next.

I think God created life this way. God has a purpose for everything and life is such that you’re born a baby not knowing anything. As you grow and learn, it’s as much for the baby as it is for the parent. Parents learn right along side their child so that each will be prepared for the next stage of life. I love this life thing and especially how God created it. God’s kinda awesome like that.



I ♥ faces but I do not ♥ yellow

It’s i heart faces time again! This weeks theme is yellow!

I had a hard time with this one because yellow is one of my least favorite colors. Yellow is the color of the sun that shines a little too brightly at 5am on my way to work and reminds me of the AZ summers that eventually turn my pasty white skin red. So, yellow = red for me. Anyway, on to my picture.


The great headboard debate

On Friday, I posted a picture of a bedroom that I was drawing inspiration from as well as the picture my husband sent me in response to my inspiration. We are on two completely different ends of the spectrum when it comes to design and decorating, and to be honest, we’re like this on many other issues as well.

(off topic, but thought I’d share because I have A.D.D. and I can) I’ve heard, in astronomical terms, that Libra’s and Aries should not be together because they are too different; but I disagree. Our differences are what make us stronger. What I lack in organization, order, and logical thinking, he picks up in abundance. What he lacks in creativity and thinking outside the box, I pick up in abundance. Ahem – see that dear? You & no creativity + Me & Lots of creativity = I should get the final say in our bedroom décor.

Anyway, I have to say I’m loving my readers today. You all, or most of you, responded in my favor. So, thank you! Becca, I’m thinking you need to get your eyes fixed though. I still don’t see the similarities in the two pictures. Maybe you can point it out to me? But the big, sarcastic thank you, goes to Rachel. Rachel, I’m glad you’re on my side with this issue and all, but did you have to mention the INFLATABLE headboard? Really? My husband reads my blog and the comments. He even comments himself on rare occasions. To my knowledge, he wasn’t planning on commenting on this post at all, until he read yours. Now, he’s inspired.

Do you see what I have to put up with?

Um… No. Just no. The headboard:

I mean, besides being ugly, I can see how this will go down:
The headboard will be purchased and sit in our garage for a month. After my husband cleans out the garage, he’ll be inspired to put the thing up and moves it to our bedroom; where it will sit for another month. Finally, I’ll get tired of staring at the ugly box and while everybody else is out of the house I’ll get to work setting it up. I’ll use the electrical pump to blow it up. Then, using the tools provided in the box, I’ll hang the headboard up. Unfortunately, Target does not sell quality material, so the headboard will not stay. I’ll rack my brain to think of ideas on how to keep the inflatable monstrosity up. After I’ve exhausted all possibilities, I’ll grab my husband’s staple gun and staple the damn thing to the wall. Sure, it’ll be flat, but it’ll be up! Then, in pure frustration, I’ll run to the adult toy store, buy an inflatable doll, blow her up, and staple her head to the inflatable headboard. I’ll leave a post it note on her boob that says, “Dear James, I love you, but I can’t live with someone who has an affinity for inflatable’s. So, enjoy.”

I think I should have used Michelle’s idea and just promised sexual favors to get my way. Hey honey, if you let me have my headboard, I promise you sex on the first night it’s completed!

PS. I sent this to my husband before posting it to make sure he wouldn’t be offended (I’m nice like that) because he seemed offended by the previous one. His response:

“I wasn’t offended at Friday’s post, I just didn’t find it to be funny. This will, however, be funny, especially if I get an inflatable headboard!”

You are not getting an inflatable headboard.

PPS. Becca’s been nominated for May’s hot blogger calendar. So go vote for her!


Letter to my honey

Dear James,

I love you, really I do! You’re the second best thing that’s ever happened to me (first being my salvation). You buy me unexpected gifts, some of which I actually enjoy. Some are a bit, um… well, you remember the chickens. You rub my feet even though you hate feet. You give me the gift of time by taking charge of our boys and allowing me time to myself. I could go on and on with how wonderful you are.

This morning, I had sent you a picture of a bedroom that I had drawn inspiration from.

It’s so peaceful and relaxing. I could just see myself lighting a few candles and lying on the bed after a long hard day at work. I’d just float away on a cloud to a tropical island paradise. The relaxing atmosphere would also put in the mood for some sweet love making more often! Now, let’s talk about that headboard; I love it! It’s clean and classy. It takes up no floor space because it hangs on the wall. The color is neutral, which would go with any of our sheet sets. The best part is that it would be cheap to make! A trip to Home Depot and Joann’s would produce all the material I would need to make it! But, alas, you did not like my idea. You said it was ugly and that there was no way I could make it myself. In reply to my inspiration email, you sent me a link to a craigslist ad. I opened it up and found this:

Ugh! Sure it’s functional, but it’s big and our room is small. You say we’d be able to get rid of our dresser, which means my bras, underwear and socks would be stored in those little drawers underneath the bed. Um, have you seen my drawers? They are over crowded as it is! Not to mention I would have to sit on the floor in order to get to them. Plus, I can just see the mountains of stuff piled on every surface mixed with 3 layers of dust.

Since we can’t seem to come to an agreement on our hypothetical bedroom furniture (hypothetical because we really can’t afford to do anything at the moment anyway), may I suggest that you just trust me on this one. You know I have great idea’s and they always turn our beautifully. Even if you are skeptical in the beginning, you’re always pleased with the end result.

Oh, and since I’m writing to you, I thought I would mention that the weekend is going to be super busy. What with taking the kids to the movie Saturday morning and then me going to see Liz (you know, my friend who just had a baby yesterday). Since I won’t be home the majority of the day, I’ll need you to get a head start on the laundry. I really appreciate you and everything you do for our family even if it is out of your ‘normal’ weekly stuff.

I love you babe! Have a great rest of the day.



I’m linking up with Julie at Foursons for Letters of Intent

Stop! In the name of photography

He’s taking after his mama.

John loves to take pictures. He takes pictures of everything! So, Sunday morning we grabbed our cameras and walked around the neighborhood to see what we could see. We didn’t see much, since the heat is killing all plant life and John told me “That’s enough pictures.”

Linking up with 7 clown circus and 5 minutes for mom


I heart faces – faces and flowers

This weeks theme at i heart faces is faces and flowers. As usual, I went in search of my favorite subjects. After many failed attempts, I got this one!

After about the 100th picture, he said “All done with pictures.”

For more i heart faces fun, head on over and check out all the other entries this week!


Not Me Monday – Photoshoot edition

It wasn’t me who took our darling boys to the park so they could play. Nope, I took them so I could take their pictures.

Of course, our children are always happy to have their picture taken.

I did not have to bribe them with Rice Krispy Treats that I had made earlier that day in order to elicit this photo.

They’re never uncooperative.

I didn’t tell John to lean back onto his brother while his brother was strewn between 2 slides at a precarious angel.

After such a wonderful time at the park with the most perfect little boys ever, I’m not thinking about going back to the park to retake their photo’s using these benches; especially now that they’ve had haircuts.

Oh, and this conversation that happened on Saturday between Gary and John did not remind me of my own childhood growing up:

Gary: Mom, John’s picking his nose.

Mom and Dad: So

Dad: It’s his nose, let him pick it.

Gary: But it’s gross and I don’t want to look at it.

James: So don’t look at him.

Gary: But I want to look out his window.

James: Then you’ll have to deal with looking at him while he picks his nose.

A few minutes later

John: Mom, Gary’s looking out my window.

Linking up with MckMama and Not Me Monday