Hope you all enjoyed the video Wes made. Grace certainly is a little superstar. We have so much fun watching her play. And, we still have many games left! She also got moved up a level in gymnastics this week. She certainly did not get her athletic abilities from me!
Baby Jack could be her in 10 days or less!!!!
I went to the doctor yesterday, and she quickly informed me that Jack nor my body were ready for a delivery yet. Jack's sitting comfortably where he is, and my body just isn't progressing towards labor yet. She did say that could change very quickly, and not to be surprised if he does decide to come on his own any day now. However, we have set a date for induction pending my appointment next week. I never thought that I would want to be induced, and my grandfather would have a fit, but I;m just so anxious to meet him. Hopefully he will decide to make his presence on his own. If not, it's looking like next Monday, the 20th, will be his birthday!!!! That will make one more October birthday.
Happy birthday to you baby Charlie!! Chase and Shelley's baby turns a year old today. We are so sad that we can't make it to his birthday party, but we don;t want to chance Jack being delivered on the side of the road between B'ham and Tupelo.
So, this could potentially be my last week at work for a while. I'm excited for a break, I haven't taken a vacation since I started working. I'm also a little nervous that I will go stir crazy. Doubt it though.
Hope things are well with everyone. Come visit soon!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Fun Weekend
This weekend was AMAZING, and everything we needed it to be. soccer season started Saturday morning, and the three of us thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Not to mention, Grace kicked butt ( of course!!) Then, we enjoyed a lazy day watching football......ALL DAY LONG. Who cares that NONE of our teams won! Sarah came over and my dad surprised us on his way home from Atlanta. And, on top of all that.....my wonderful Aunt Dana took me to Babies-R-Us and bought us a glider!!!!! How wonderful!?!? We cannot wait to use it!
(I couldn't decide which picture was better of the glider. My dad painted the picture above the bookshelf....awesome, isn't it?!?!?)
Today we headed over to the park at Spain Park (HUGE high school over here). We stayed out there for four hours, and had such a good time. Grace played on the playground, she and Sam swam in the lake, she and Wes played soccer, we colored and sat around on our quilt. It was wonderful, and so relaxing. We are all ready planning our trip back f
or next weekend. Weekends like these make it hard to go back to work on Monday. At least we're well rested!
In other news, we're all preparing for Jack to make his entrance. We are at the 4 week countdown now. I don't think any of us would have our feelings hurt if he decided to come early though. We're so anxious to meet him (and I wouldn't mind not being pregnant anymore!)
(This will be a limited time only photo, so enjoy it while you can)
Grace is doing wonderfully in school, and still enjoying it. She's also doing gymnastics....which she loves, and soccer. She is such a sweet baby, and continues to bless our lives every day.
Wes is doing well. He's so pumped that soccer has started back. Working hard, watching lots of football, and trying to keep his girls happy. He does a really good job. Just today, he decided to really CLEAN the house, and do all the laundry. You don't have to tall me how lucky I am!!!!
Hope all is well with you all. Hope you enjoy the pictures!!!!
(I couldn't decide which picture was better of the glider. My dad painted the picture above the bookshelf....awesome, isn't it?!?!?)
Today we headed over to the park at Spain Park (HUGE high school over here). We stayed out there for four hours, and had such a good time. Grace played on the playground, she and Sam swam in the lake, she and Wes played soccer, we colored and sat around on our quilt. It was wonderful, and so relaxing. We are all ready planning our trip back f
or next weekend. Weekends like these make it hard to go back to work on Monday. At least we're well rested!In other news, we're all preparing for Jack to make his entrance. We are at the 4 week countdown now. I don't think any of us would have our feelings hurt if he decided to come early though. We're so anxious to meet him (and I wouldn't mind not being pregnant anymore!)
(This will be a limited time only photo, so enjoy it while you can)Grace is doing wonderfully in school, and still enjoying it. She's also doing gymnastics....which she loves, and soccer. She is such a sweet baby, and continues to bless our lives every day.
Wes is doing well. He's so pumped that soccer has started back. Working hard, watching lots of football, and trying to keep his girls happy. He does a really good job. Just today, he decided to really CLEAN the house, and do all the laundry. You don't have to tall me how lucky I am!!!!
Hope all is well with you all. Hope you enjoy the pictures!!!!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Are You Ready for Some Football?!?!?
......WE ARE!!!!
I must share with you some "rules" Wes found and read to me the other day. They may as well have been our vows. Are you ready?
1. From the first weekend in September until the end of the bowl season, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. The remote control will be fingerprinted each night, any sign of your fingerprints and all shopping trips will be cancelled for a month.
2. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, for an important reason such as preparing snacks or getting the beers, I don't mind, as long as you crawl along the floor.
3. During the football season, read the sports section of the newspaper so that you understand who I'm yelling at during the season. As a tip, check the box scores for the referees' names too.
4. During the games I will be drunk as Cooter Brown. You cannot expect me to listen to you, open the door, kill any spiders, answer the phone, etc. It ain't gonna happen.
5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.
6. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because my team is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it's only a game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time." If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.
7. If a great play occurs while you are in the room, you may be required to freeze or repeat your act for the rest of the game as good mojo. If my team wins, you will be showered with gifts for the next 6 days. If they lose, you will be blamed repeatedly for moving, blinking or secretly not believing in your heart of the power of mojo.
8. Tell your friends NOT to get married, have any babies, or any other social related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:
I will not go, I will not go, and I will not go.
However, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Saturday to watch a game, we will be there before the Coors Light bottles reach "Code Blue".
9. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. College Gameday and the highlights on Saturday night are just as important as the games themselves. Even if I curse Lou, Herbie, and Corso like the anti-SEC, biased dogs that they are, I still want to hear what they say.
10. And finally, please save your expressions such as: "Thank God the football season is only during the Fall." I am immune to these words, because after this comes the NFL playoffs, the Pro Bowl, AFL, AFL2, the CFL, and the replays on the college sports channels.
If you know my husband, you know that these rules are serious. No messing around. Wes worked his tail off in the house this weekend, so that I would not bother him once Thursday rolls around and football starts. We are all anxious to see how he does midway through the season when there is a screaming baby in the house.
In all honestly though, Wes is a much better football fan than he used to be. He is still the most entertaining man to watch while he watches Tennessee play....but I have learned to accept and love him anyway. His passion is one of the things I love most about him, even if he is passionate about a bunch of college athletes.
In other news, Tropical Storm Faye is WEARING ME OUT!!!! All I want to do is sleep all day keep your comments to yourself). The rain is truly draining me. Maybe when I head back to work tomorrow it will be better.
Grace is wonderful! We are about to head to gymnastics....she is in the advanced class now. Still loving school. Making lots of friends.
Jack is growing like a weed. We get to have another 4D on Thursday, I can't wait to see him. We're just about finished with his room. It is very cute. And, thank goodness for baby Jacob. We won't ever have to buy any clothes. Jack's closet and dresser are FULL!!!! Just another reason that I have the best nephew in the world.
Oh, I know I have the best husband ever. His writing is far more eloquent than mine, but rest assured, he is loved.
I must share with you some "rules" Wes found and read to me the other day. They may as well have been our vows. Are you ready?
1. From the first weekend in September until the end of the bowl season, the television is mine, at all times, without any exceptions. The remote control will be fingerprinted each night, any sign of your fingerprints and all shopping trips will be cancelled for a month.
2. If you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game, for an important reason such as preparing snacks or getting the beers, I don't mind, as long as you crawl along the floor.
3. During the football season, read the sports section of the newspaper so that you understand who I'm yelling at during the season. As a tip, check the box scores for the referees' names too.
4. During the games I will be drunk as Cooter Brown. You cannot expect me to listen to you, open the door, kill any spiders, answer the phone, etc. It ain't gonna happen.
5. It would be a good idea for you to keep at least 2 six packs in the fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on, and please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between 12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the day.
6. Please, please, please!! if you see me upset because my team is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, it's only a game", or "don't worry, they'll win next time." If you say these things, you will only make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever know more about football than me and your so called "words of encouragement" will only lead to a break up or divorce.
7. If a great play occurs while you are in the room, you may be required to freeze or repeat your act for the rest of the game as good mojo. If my team wins, you will be showered with gifts for the next 6 days. If they lose, you will be blamed repeatedly for moving, blinking or secretly not believing in your heart of the power of mojo.
8. Tell your friends NOT to get married, have any babies, or any other social related parties or gatherings that requires my attendance because:
I will not go, I will not go, and I will not go.
However, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Saturday to watch a game, we will be there before the Coors Light bottles reach "Code Blue".
9. You are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me during halftime but only when the commercials are on, and only if the halftime score is pleasing me. College Gameday and the highlights on Saturday night are just as important as the games themselves. Even if I curse Lou, Herbie, and Corso like the anti-SEC, biased dogs that they are, I still want to hear what they say.
10. And finally, please save your expressions such as: "Thank God the football season is only during the Fall." I am immune to these words, because after this comes the NFL playoffs, the Pro Bowl, AFL, AFL2, the CFL, and the replays on the college sports channels.
If you know my husband, you know that these rules are serious. No messing around. Wes worked his tail off in the house this weekend, so that I would not bother him once Thursday rolls around and football starts. We are all anxious to see how he does midway through the season when there is a screaming baby in the house.
In all honestly though, Wes is a much better football fan than he used to be. He is still the most entertaining man to watch while he watches Tennessee play....but I have learned to accept and love him anyway. His passion is one of the things I love most about him, even if he is passionate about a bunch of college athletes.
In other news, Tropical Storm Faye is WEARING ME OUT!!!! All I want to do is sleep all day keep your comments to yourself). The rain is truly draining me. Maybe when I head back to work tomorrow it will be better.
Grace is wonderful! We are about to head to gymnastics....she is in the advanced class now. Still loving school. Making lots of friends.
Jack is growing like a weed. We get to have another 4D on Thursday, I can't wait to see him. We're just about finished with his room. It is very cute. And, thank goodness for baby Jacob. We won't ever have to buy any clothes. Jack's closet and dresser are FULL!!!! Just another reason that I have the best nephew in the world.
Oh, I know I have the best husband ever. His writing is far more eloquent than mine, but rest assured, he is loved.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Exciting times as Kerry and I got to see our handsome baby boy. Jack was a little bashful and a lot familiar, you can definitely tell that he is ours (i was a little worried). Grace was excited, she definitely took interest in pointing out his lips and his eyes and his hands and feet. He couldn't seem to understand why we wanted to play, and at times he was downright not cooperative. We go again next week, hopped up on coffee, to see if baby Jack "Lyte" will come out to play.
its a shame
when you show up to work everymorning and thoughts abound in your simple mind, not about work, but about the things you can accomplish today inspite of work.
Yes. Yes. I have been rooted in a deep and dark period of procrastination, one that has seen me resort to reading, shopping for a new wardrobe, creating projects for Baby Jack's room (if that is really his name), and checking my email 762 times a day hoping for signs of new employment.
My mind fights the urge to call my wife 14 times an hour it seems, not becuase I have anything important to say or ask, but simply becuase we both are extremely dependant on the other's thoughts, emotions, stabilities to exist when things just aren't......engaging. She is my fullback, my leadblocker, the staple of my offense. She is my safety, my playmaker, the backbone of my defense. I can always count on her, or so I am convinced. This often annoys her and in return leaves me bewildered.
How can she not have any exciting news, her life is rotund with vigor and intrigue. She is carrying the most precarious of beings around with her at all times. She has a husband that is to be worried about, at an elevated level, he is always at Alert Orange. Our daughter is currently concentrating on being a girl, an identity crisis she has overcome and now an identity concentration she has obtained. These things are riveting and conversation worthy, yet after our 6 conversations during the day, all I have been able to gather from her is that she is hungry, tired, and not amused by my phone calls.
I check her blog daily, and facebook stalk her, and only her, I am more than a little enamoured by a creature that is willing to cohabitate with me. She shares a bathroom with me. We shed equally. Maybe it's a fair trade.
There will come a time in many many lives when waking up and going to bed becomes routine, a simple inhale and exhale in our lives. but not my life, not our lives. You see, when I got married things were different, I had been preparing my entire life for things not to be that way. No, for 25 years I spent my nights lying awake scared as hell that I was going to mess up and get married, mess up and have a family, mess up and deeply impact the lives of the perfectly innocent. My vows were not to love honor and respect, til death do us part. Not in my mind, my vow was to run run run, and hope to live on without others knowing. Sadly, this was not meant to be. I was trapped, captured, tortured, and then engaged, only to become married. And now, IT IS ON!!!
I love my wife. I love her unexplainably, I love her unconditionally, I love her insanely. And it is not fair to her becuase most of the time, I love her ineffectively (word?). I expect too much of her, I want all of her, I need for her to know and understand, I look for her to be strong and stable, and I hope that she can provide and endure. And everyday, EVERDAY, she exists just the way that she needs to, just the way that she is supposed to, and everday I wonder will she be able to do it all again. And everymorning she does.
She is perfect, perfectly resilient, perfectly unstable, perfectly unkept, and pefectly imbalanced. She fits me like a 3 day old pants, soft and stretched to perfection, tattered and torn in only the way that you would appreciate fully. She is oh so warm and oh so comforting at just the right times. She is angry and stubborn in a way that always works. She is committed to being a new flavor, a new color, a new style everday just for me, only for me, and always for me. She loves me the way that was unimaginable to me 3 years ago when I was contemplating asking her to marry me.
My wife is better than yours, she is prettier, funnier, nicer, sweeter, she smells better, cooks better, takes care of the bills, makes babies that are amazing, and likes to watch football even if its only becuase its easier than asking me to change it. In the mornings, she kisses me even when I am asleep and won't remember, she eats cinamon toast cause its easy and yummy, and reads everyblog that she can get to becuase she loves people. I think she chose to be a nurse becuase of the wardrobe and she loves flowers. I miss her all the time, even when she is with me, becuase I can never get enough. I am addicted in a way that scares me. I never ever thought I would be at this point, I wouldn't let myself. I knew that I would mess it up, and I might, cause....you know....its possible. But she is irresistible, plain and simple, and when she walked into that bar, in that dress, with that smile and those squinty little eyes, I didn't stand a chance. And she knew it.
I love my wife. Not like I love football, or even Tennessee football, not like like I love Sam, or love blues music, or love grilling out, its different, its a challenge, cause for some reason, no matter how much I try, i know that I don't love her enough, that I am still not doing it just right, that there is more out there, more I can do to show her, to let her know that I am so lucky. And that she is so perfect just for me.
She is my Bigfoot, my Nessie, my Unicorn, becuase for a long time, I had convinced myself that she didn't and wouldn't exist, not for me. But then she walked in.
Today, she is procrastination worthy, and I owe her a great thanks for now taking up at least 48 minutes of my time as I attempted to put words into play that begin to describe some of how I feel about her.
I love you Kerry,
thank you for giving me a chance.
PS. We should have pictures of the baby later. FYI.
Yes. Yes. I have been rooted in a deep and dark period of procrastination, one that has seen me resort to reading, shopping for a new wardrobe, creating projects for Baby Jack's room (if that is really his name), and checking my email 762 times a day hoping for signs of new employment.
My mind fights the urge to call my wife 14 times an hour it seems, not becuase I have anything important to say or ask, but simply becuase we both are extremely dependant on the other's thoughts, emotions, stabilities to exist when things just aren't......engaging. She is my fullback, my leadblocker, the staple of my offense. She is my safety, my playmaker, the backbone of my defense. I can always count on her, or so I am convinced. This often annoys her and in return leaves me bewildered.
How can she not have any exciting news, her life is rotund with vigor and intrigue. She is carrying the most precarious of beings around with her at all times. She has a husband that is to be worried about, at an elevated level, he is always at Alert Orange. Our daughter is currently concentrating on being a girl, an identity crisis she has overcome and now an identity concentration she has obtained. These things are riveting and conversation worthy, yet after our 6 conversations during the day, all I have been able to gather from her is that she is hungry, tired, and not amused by my phone calls.
I check her blog daily, and facebook stalk her, and only her, I am more than a little enamoured by a creature that is willing to cohabitate with me. She shares a bathroom with me. We shed equally. Maybe it's a fair trade.
There will come a time in many many lives when waking up and going to bed becomes routine, a simple inhale and exhale in our lives. but not my life, not our lives. You see, when I got married things were different, I had been preparing my entire life for things not to be that way. No, for 25 years I spent my nights lying awake scared as hell that I was going to mess up and get married, mess up and have a family, mess up and deeply impact the lives of the perfectly innocent. My vows were not to love honor and respect, til death do us part. Not in my mind, my vow was to run run run, and hope to live on without others knowing. Sadly, this was not meant to be. I was trapped, captured, tortured, and then engaged, only to become married. And now, IT IS ON!!!
I love my wife. I love her unexplainably, I love her unconditionally, I love her insanely. And it is not fair to her becuase most of the time, I love her ineffectively (word?). I expect too much of her, I want all of her, I need for her to know and understand, I look for her to be strong and stable, and I hope that she can provide and endure. And everyday, EVERDAY, she exists just the way that she needs to, just the way that she is supposed to, and everday I wonder will she be able to do it all again. And everymorning she does.
She is perfect, perfectly resilient, perfectly unstable, perfectly unkept, and pefectly imbalanced. She fits me like a 3 day old pants, soft and stretched to perfection, tattered and torn in only the way that you would appreciate fully. She is oh so warm and oh so comforting at just the right times. She is angry and stubborn in a way that always works. She is committed to being a new flavor, a new color, a new style everday just for me, only for me, and always for me. She loves me the way that was unimaginable to me 3 years ago when I was contemplating asking her to marry me.
My wife is better than yours, she is prettier, funnier, nicer, sweeter, she smells better, cooks better, takes care of the bills, makes babies that are amazing, and likes to watch football even if its only becuase its easier than asking me to change it. In the mornings, she kisses me even when I am asleep and won't remember, she eats cinamon toast cause its easy and yummy, and reads everyblog that she can get to becuase she loves people. I think she chose to be a nurse becuase of the wardrobe and she loves flowers. I miss her all the time, even when she is with me, becuase I can never get enough. I am addicted in a way that scares me. I never ever thought I would be at this point, I wouldn't let myself. I knew that I would mess it up, and I might, cause....you know....its possible. But she is irresistible, plain and simple, and when she walked into that bar, in that dress, with that smile and those squinty little eyes, I didn't stand a chance. And she knew it.
I love my wife. Not like I love football, or even Tennessee football, not like like I love Sam, or love blues music, or love grilling out, its different, its a challenge, cause for some reason, no matter how much I try, i know that I don't love her enough, that I am still not doing it just right, that there is more out there, more I can do to show her, to let her know that I am so lucky. And that she is so perfect just for me.
She is my Bigfoot, my Nessie, my Unicorn, becuase for a long time, I had convinced myself that she didn't and wouldn't exist, not for me. But then she walked in.
Today, she is procrastination worthy, and I owe her a great thanks for now taking up at least 48 minutes of my time as I attempted to put words into play that begin to describe some of how I feel about her.
I love you Kerry,
thank you for giving me a chance.
PS. We should have pictures of the baby later. FYI.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Quick Update
I've been working a little extra lately, so sorry for the delay.
Grace is still LOVING Kindergarten. She was telling me today about all the new friends that she is making. She got moved up to the advanced class in Gymnastics, and soccer season starts soon. She is one busy little girl. Her favorite part of school is still the cafeteria, something about the independence of picking out what she wants to eat on her own.
Wes is sick as a dog today. He has some sort of stomach bug, with a fever. Needless to say, Grace and I are trying to steer clear. Unfortunately, that means I'm not being the best nurse to him. I am not so sure that he understands that I just don't want to take the chance of getting what he's got. He sees me as a nurse, and I am not nursing him. I am trying to force fluids on him though. Keep him in your prayers, for his health, and he may possibly have something really big going on (good big.)
I've been working a little extra the past couple of weeks. I want to make some extra $$$ while I can. I have so many things I want to spend it on, so I figure I better be make some more.
Baby Farmer is doing well. I went to the doctor yesterday, and his growth is right on pace. No, he's not measuring HUGE anymore. Just right on track. I must say that I am relieved. We're having a 4D ultrasound next week, so be on the lookout for pictures! I'm really excited about it. I didn't have a 4D with Grace, but they are so neat to look at. We really need to get busy on his room. It is painted, and we have a bed and dresser, but it's a bit bare. We just never seem to be here at the same time to work on it. Maybe this weekend.....
Here's a pic of the cute paint job Wes did.
The top stripe us brown, and so are the bows on the bedding, for some reason they look black!
Grace is still LOVING Kindergarten. She was telling me today about all the new friends that she is making. She got moved up to the advanced class in Gymnastics, and soccer season starts soon. She is one busy little girl. Her favorite part of school is still the cafeteria, something about the independence of picking out what she wants to eat on her own.
Wes is sick as a dog today. He has some sort of stomach bug, with a fever. Needless to say, Grace and I are trying to steer clear. Unfortunately, that means I'm not being the best nurse to him. I am not so sure that he understands that I just don't want to take the chance of getting what he's got. He sees me as a nurse, and I am not nursing him. I am trying to force fluids on him though. Keep him in your prayers, for his health, and he may possibly have something really big going on (good big.)
I've been working a little extra the past couple of weeks. I want to make some extra $$$ while I can. I have so many things I want to spend it on, so I figure I better be make some more.
Baby Farmer is doing well. I went to the doctor yesterday, and his growth is right on pace. No, he's not measuring HUGE anymore. Just right on track. I must say that I am relieved. We're having a 4D ultrasound next week, so be on the lookout for pictures! I'm really excited about it. I didn't have a 4D with Grace, but they are so neat to look at. We really need to get busy on his room. It is painted, and we have a bed and dresser, but it's a bit bare. We just never seem to be here at the same time to work on it. Maybe this weekend.....
Here's a pic of the cute paint job Wes did.
The top stripe us brown, and so are the bows on the bedding, for some reason they look black!
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