I really need to get on here more often…

Wow, it’s been a while, guys! I guess I’ll just ramble out the goings-on of the last few weeks, in no particular order of when they happened. That’ll learn me not to go so long between posts!!

Okay… since this blog is about my life, I’ll start with me. :)
I have:

• a new mp3 player courtesy of my loving husband
• awesome contacts… bye-bye glasses!! WOOT!!
• PIERCED EARS!!! Can’t wait to shop for earrings now, it’ll be MUCH easier! I still wear my clipons though! They’re too pretty to throw out, and some of them were Marcy’s, so I just CAN’T.
• a portable backdrop stand and a chroma-key green backdrop for our business!!!!!
• a 60 day subscription to World Of Warcraft :D

Now on to Hunter. He is doing good in school, but I can tell that the realization that third grade isn’t all recess and coloring. His math needs some work, and we’re working hard on it. He’s reading like a champ though, and the school has actually pissed me off with the whole reading system they have going. He’s only allowed to check out books with a green sticker (green sticker = third grade reading level) on them from the library. He’s reading way above that, and he’s getting bored. I’m going to send a note I guess asking nicely to please let him check out higher level books. He can do it, he wants to do it, and he should be ABLE to do it.

He is also going to try to con everyone into getting him a Ripstick again. (No hard feelings! He knew better!!) NO NO NO NO NO!!  I love you all, but remember that I have a shovel and Stacey has 40-something acres of deserted land.  :)

On to Jackson. Man, oh man… We have therapy now Mondays and Wednesdays at ETTC, which does Speech, Physical, and Occupational. Then we have behavioral counseling every other Thursday.  Then we have the monthly home visits from Mrs. A, whom I love but can’t wait until she doesn’t have to. It’s all paying off though, in a huge way.

Jack now knows the colors Green, Red, White and Black, he can PUSH THE PETALS ON HIS BIKE WITH HIS FEET!!! WOOT!!, and is starting to learn about cause and effect. (If I push this, it will fall.) He is also catching a ball, walking up and down stairs alone, and drawing faces!!!

He was put on clonidine last month to get him to sleep at night, and it’s worked GREAT!! I still feel shitty for drugging my kid, but I can sleep at night knowing that he’s sleeping at night and not getting into everything or getting hurt.  Dr. F. actually added a half of a pill at naptime to calm him down, because he’s a perfect angel until naptime, but after he wakes up, all hell breaks lose. I don’t know how many times I have to say that Jackson is a three year old, and three year olds throw tantrums… but not to the extent that Monkey does. It also helps with his anxiety, so whatever. I feel guilty, but if it helps, it helps. He takes his pill at night like a little trooper, he swallows it with no problems… and during the day, if he REALLY needs it,  I’ll crush half of one up and put it in some banana slices or peaches or something.

But he’s doing really, really good :)

Therapy tonight… Thank God.

It’s Thursday again, and therapy is at 5pm. On days like this I wish that we had it twice a day. Jackson is completely out of control, and I just don’t know what to do. He literally goes from giggling and laughing to turning purple from screaming so hard and loud over NOTHING. This morning when I got up I caught him smearing shit on the couch in the living room. When he saw me, he took off running down the hallway and screaming with all the power his little lungs could muster. When he got to his bedroom door, he turned around and told me I couldn’t go in his room, that it was HIS room. He pushed me and hit me as I opened his door, and now I wish that I hadn’t.

He had shit smeared on his walls, his bed and his toys. He had gotten into the bananas and had chewed them up, skin and all, and spit them out all over his floor. He had peed on his clothes, his bed and his floor. His bed was halfway off the frame again. My child had been having a good old time, and apparently I ruined it for him. He pushed me out of his room and tried to shut the door on me, so I grabbed him and put him on the clean couch. (I thought it was clean, but I was mistaken.) He immediatly tore the cushions off and I saw the food he had stashed under them. He shoved the food in his mouth and then spit it all out on the floor and started screaming hysterically again.

I started to have him help me clean everything up, but he was out of it, and I just can’t sit there with shit smeared all over the fucking house.  I did have him help me clean up all the food, but he kept eating it and smearing it more, so I just got it all up. Now he’s sitting on the couch screaming that he’s hungry, thirsty, needs to pee, wants to play in his room, where’s daddy, he wants to watch cartoons, and when I don’t answer he hits himself and screams that I’m hurting him.

5 o’clock can’t get here fucking fast enough.

Playtime!

 

 

This is Orrie’s playtime. Connie was sleeping soundly and let me know that she did NOT want to be disturbed. She’s usually the more eager one, wanting to be held and petted, with Orrie being the quiet, “OMG HUMAN DON’T TOUCH ME!” sister. :)

You won’t see any pictures of Hollie holding either of the ratties, ever, ever EVER. He’s not happy AT ALL about them even being here, he doesn’t like them,

he doesn’t want to look at them, hear them, or be aware of their existence. But we love them!

MY NEW BABIES!!!!

Let me introduce you to the two sweetest little girls on the earth, Ortho and D-Con. (Orrie and Connie)

Orrie is on the left, Connie is on the right.

Mama, you’re fuckin’ awesome, and I owe you BIG time for this! lol…
I’ve been wanting a rat for YEARS. It killed me to give up Chemo and Keegan, and I’ve always missed them. Now I’ve got two sweet little girls to love and play with!

They’re so funny, everytime I pet them or touch them, they immediately start cleaning themselves, like “EEEW! I’ve got people germs on me!”

I made them a temporary bed out of a coffee can and some batting, and they seem to enjoy it because they went right in and started cleaning eachother and passed out cold. Next week I’m going to get them a big cage with the works, tunnels, a wheel, toys and I’m going to make them a hammok to lay in. Can’t wait to get everything all set up and going for them!

*sigh*

How does he go from this:

to this, so fast?

*sigh*

In case you can’t read my little note on that last one, it says “He pooped in here!” because he DID.

He was upset because he wanted pancakes from the freezer, and he didn’t get that he WAS eating the pancakes from the freezer, they were just warmed up. I even made him a second plate, and showed him that they WERE the pancakes from the freezer. Normal three year old stuff, really. That stuff is nothing to deal with… but then he THREW the plate at me and screamed I HATE THOSE PANCAKES! I WANT IT IN COLDER! (was he saying he wanted them frozen??) and slapped me right in the face and knocked my glasses off.

So, for screaming and hitting at me and throwing his plate of food, he got sent to his room. This obviously didn’t make him happy, because I hear all this banging and slamming going on, and I figure he’s kicking his walls and throwing toys, so I ignored  it. When I check on him TWO MINUTES LATER, he’s naked and sitting on that little yellow hat you see in the picture, pooping. He never once said he had to go, and when I told him to go sit on the potty, he threw another fit and said that he didn’t want to, and pulled his mattress completely off his bed. I had to literally lay on him on the floor for 15 minutes until he calmed down, and he just stopped. There wasn’t a single tear in his eyes, and he started laughing and telling me that he wanted pancakes.

I had a moment of my own after all of that, and decided that the only person in the world who could make me feel better was my mama, so I called her and she got me calmed down and laughing and feeling better. I love my mama :)

New Portraits tonight

Figured I’d put the photos we did this evening up here, that way everyone can download as they please and not have to worry about slow email loading.

(right click on photo, choose ’save picture as’, and choose your location.)

Meaning?

This number has come up three times today.

Our total for Sonic was $7.77.

My phone malfunctioned and flashed 777.

On a myspace game, my cash totaled $777.

Yeah, I’m a little freaked.

Oh! Then, on our front door this morning,

we have little muddy handprints on the outside.

Except they’re all facing downwards, with the thumbs in.

I can’t figure out how in the HELL that happened.

You can cross your arms and turn your hands like that, but they are

too far apart, and too small to reach that wide in that position.

It’s like someone was holding a kid upside down while they

touched the door. From the top to the bottom, and there is

ONE handprint the right way, but it’s too far up for a kid to reach alone.

Either we have a little poltregiest or someone’s messing with me.

Portraits

Hunter

Jack

Our neighbor's grandson

Fayth

Hunter and Jack

Still with the black and white :)

I love taking kid’s photographs. Trying to capture

their personalities can be difficult

but it is so rewarding when you get it right.

I can’t wait for our business to spread it’s wings,

I’m tired of flapping around.

I’ve got a new obsession…

 

 

 

 

I dig black and white lately.

 

We had a fun day playing in the yard, so I took

the opportunity to take a few snapshots.

 

Jackson is so funny, he ran around in a

sugar-induced delirium, babbling and falling all over

the place. Hunter just kind of laid back and

watched all the action while explaining the difference between

Venom and the black Spiderman

with a passion. I’ll never confuse the two again. :P

 

I love my babies more with every day that passes.

Nuclear war, anyone?

Has anyone read this?

Apparently the leaders of North Korea have gone completely bat-shit crazy.

I’m sick of this shit. I barely remember the Gulf War, but the “War Against Terror” has been going on for most of my adult life. We’ve been in Iraq for nearly 8 years, and Afghanistan for longer. I can’t say that I’ve experienced the horror of war first-hand, but I’ve seen the aftermath of losing a loved one to war. My best friend lost a very close friend of hers to an IED. Travis Buford was on his way to help another soldier that had been hit by an IED. That was two years ago, and the hurt is just as fresh today as it was the day they got the news. I’ve seen her go through hell, and she was just a friend. God only knows what his family is going through.

I don’t want my kids to ever experience that. I don’t want our family to go through what Travis’ family goes through on a daily basis.

Now this bullshit with North Korea needs to stop. I will never understand what makes war so appealing to some people. Death and destruction and heartache and pain just don’t do it for me, I guess.