Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Last week in a nut shell
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I'm grateful
I always said I wouldn't post anything without pictures, (in fact I think those words escaped my mouth today!) but I really need to express how I am feeling. Today as I was coming home from the gym and grocery shopping, I was in a hurry because I was trying to get Emmie to kindergarten on time-she loves it so much and wants to be so prompt! So as I am flying down the interstate, I notice lots of brake lights ahead, I slow down, and eventually come to a dead stop. This is in between two exits, so there is no where to go. As I am stopped, I start hearing sirens, lots of them. After about 10 minutes, and maybe 20 yards, I count 4 ambulances, 3 fire trucks, 2 extraction team trucks, an incident management truck, and numerous police cars pass by us. I knew there was an accident, and knew it was bad. So as I sat there with my two littlest ones, pulling fruit snacks out of my purse (thank goodness I stuck those in there who knows how long ago), I realized how lucky and blessed I am. That could have been us, just as easy as anyone. Except I was just sitting in my car, safe, with two of my most favorite people. I guess you just never know.
I learn lessons all the time, and its always when someone I know passes away, or when something tragic happens, and its too bad that it takes something like that to help me remember how blessed I am.
When I finally got up to the accident, it was horrific. I tried to keep Emmie's attention because I knew she would see things I didn't want her to, but Jaynee did a good job distracting her by asking her to read her a book. A red full size truck was completely smashed in the front, with the door missing and of course the air bag deployed. On the other side (in the median) was one of those 15 passenger vans, with one whole entire side of the van missing. Inside was a mangled mess. You could tell the "jaws of life" had cut one of the doorside bars in half to get someone out. Luckily, the only person I saw was a man on a stretcher and he was conscious. However, after seeing it in person, I am positive not many people made it out alive. How sad, and tragic and fast. I drove home slowly, pretty shaken up. I just felt like going to the school, getting Kaylee, going home and locking all the doors, and never letting any of them out the door.
I am so thankful to have what I have! Cameron is wonderful. I am married to my best friend, who loves me and takes such good care of me. He is an amazing dad with our little girls. Our girls take all our time, attention and energy, but we love it; wouldn't want it any other way. They make us so happy. I have the most wonderful and supportive family, and inlaws. I have the greatest friends who are also so supportive and would be there in a heartbeat, and have been there when I have needed help. Who could ask for more?
I get caught up in all I "have" to do, but I need to remember what is most important; because it could all be gone in the blink of an eye.
Ok, so sorry for the blubbery post, but I just really wanted to express how thankful I am, and I wanted you all to know it!!
I learn lessons all the time, and its always when someone I know passes away, or when something tragic happens, and its too bad that it takes something like that to help me remember how blessed I am.
When I finally got up to the accident, it was horrific. I tried to keep Emmie's attention because I knew she would see things I didn't want her to, but Jaynee did a good job distracting her by asking her to read her a book. A red full size truck was completely smashed in the front, with the door missing and of course the air bag deployed. On the other side (in the median) was one of those 15 passenger vans, with one whole entire side of the van missing. Inside was a mangled mess. You could tell the "jaws of life" had cut one of the doorside bars in half to get someone out. Luckily, the only person I saw was a man on a stretcher and he was conscious. However, after seeing it in person, I am positive not many people made it out alive. How sad, and tragic and fast. I drove home slowly, pretty shaken up. I just felt like going to the school, getting Kaylee, going home and locking all the doors, and never letting any of them out the door.
I am so thankful to have what I have! Cameron is wonderful. I am married to my best friend, who loves me and takes such good care of me. He is an amazing dad with our little girls. Our girls take all our time, attention and energy, but we love it; wouldn't want it any other way. They make us so happy. I have the most wonderful and supportive family, and inlaws. I have the greatest friends who are also so supportive and would be there in a heartbeat, and have been there when I have needed help. Who could ask for more?
I get caught up in all I "have" to do, but I need to remember what is most important; because it could all be gone in the blink of an eye.
Ok, so sorry for the blubbery post, but I just really wanted to express how thankful I am, and I wanted you all to know it!!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Angel of destruction
So today my little Angel Jaynee, turned into my little devil. Only problem is....that she is really really funny while she is at it all! First of all, Emmie comes running upstairs after I had just finished vacuuming the family room and said that Jaynee had dumped the bowl of popcorn on the couch. I didn't get pics of this one cause I was frantically cleaning it up so that the butter won't seep into the newly cleaned couch! I clean that up and am vauuming my stairs and Emmie runs upstairs and says" Mom, Jaynee spilled her milky sippy all over the coffee table. I proceed to head to the family room again, and find her decorating the coffee table with her sippy-she squeezes the squishy top with it turned upside down, and paints a pretty picture on my table. I didn't get a pic of that either cause you know how sticky milk is. Then, just a few minutes later I come upon a diaper, just....a diaper, used (piddles) with no evidence of a Jaynee anywhere. Of course I look upstairs and my little streaker runs from her room to mine, squeeling with glee of her newly found freedom. As soon as Cameron gets home, and I have the house slightly put back together, she takes her blocks, walks them over to the stairs (as she is talking to them like a little puppy-"come on, lets go..." and sits on the stairs with them on her lap. So here I am thinking "oh how cute, she is going to take them downstairs and build with them."The next thing I hear is "Here we go!" And then crash, clink....."Yea!!!!!!!!!" She managed to take off her diaper two more times today also. You may wonder, "Why don't you get her dressed?" and my only answer to that is "have you ever tried to dress her?" She either immediately takes them off, or she unsnaps herself and tries to re-snap for the next few minutes, at which she finally gives up and asks for help, and then you repeat the same steps of snapping and un-snapping for the next 45 minutes!!! But man, what can I say. She really is funny-if she wasn't funny and cute, she might be sold by now!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Ballet soccer?
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