So this past weekend was Thanksgiving weekend. Paul and I were given the honor of hosting at our new home. My parents, his 2 neices and our dear friend, Heather all came over for eats and great company. The dinner took a bit longer than planned to get on the table (i'm still new to this whole "cooking" thing), but we had a blast with everyone while they were patiently waiting. Unfortunately, I didn't get to take any pictures... :(
The rest of the weekend was pretty boring. Paul and I came down with the horrible 24-hour flu on friday night and pretty much didn't sleep until saturday...all day. Thankful we are all better now and hopefully that is all for sickness in this house for the year.
I'm so excited for Christmas now. We had our tree delivered on Sunday and were able to decorate it in Dallas Cowboys colors (I know, I'm pathetic).
I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving with family and friends...I know we did and I am so very thankful for all that God had given me and my family. Now onto Christmas!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Penelope Josephine
Wow...I've tried writing this post about 4 times and just can't seem to get the words out correctly.
One year ago, I came home and received a call from my mother. My little sister, Penelope, had died. I remember getting very upset at my mom and accusing her of trying to play a very mean joke on me. I insisted on talking to my father to verify the information. My heart was beating so fast and all I could hear from my dad were the sobs from finding his daughter's lifeless body. I knew it was no joke. All I wanted at that second was to go to my parents. I wanted them to hold me and comfort me as if I was a toddler. I wanted to crawl on my dad's lap and have him rock me like he used to when I was scared. I wanted him to protect me from this news I had just received. But I couldn't do any of these things--my dad told me to stay home and come to there house tomorrow as he did not want me to drive in my state of mind. The next day, I did go to my parents' home and just held them for the longest time. My other 2 siblings live out of state and had not yet arrived...I became this person that I would never thought I could be. I did everything I could to relieve my parents' burden. I didn't sleep for about 4 days. I was running on strength that could have only be supplied by God.
For the past year, I have missed my sister every day. The first 3 months, I would still try to call her and then hang up after realizing she wouldn't be answering. I finally had my big break-down about 2 weeks ago and let all the tears come out...although there may be more hidden.
Pene may have kept my life interesting (ok, drama), but I would give anything to have it back. I miss laughing with her and having our sarcastic conversations. I miss being able to drive my kids over to her house and letting them share a day with her kids. I miss seeing her 3 adorable children and watching them grow. I still get upset some days...upset that she left us to go on without her. I never imagined my life without her being a part of it...she was like my 'partner in crime' in a sense.
I have learned not to take anyone in your life for granted...God put them there for a reason, regardless of how long. I am so thankful for Paul and the kids and there unconditional love for me and my crazy family. I am so glad they were all able to know my beautiful little sister for the short time she was with us.
Penelope Josephine Reyes
12/18/1980 - 11/20/2008
Psalm 23
One year ago, I came home and received a call from my mother. My little sister, Penelope, had died. I remember getting very upset at my mom and accusing her of trying to play a very mean joke on me. I insisted on talking to my father to verify the information. My heart was beating so fast and all I could hear from my dad were the sobs from finding his daughter's lifeless body. I knew it was no joke. All I wanted at that second was to go to my parents. I wanted them to hold me and comfort me as if I was a toddler. I wanted to crawl on my dad's lap and have him rock me like he used to when I was scared. I wanted him to protect me from this news I had just received. But I couldn't do any of these things--my dad told me to stay home and come to there house tomorrow as he did not want me to drive in my state of mind. The next day, I did go to my parents' home and just held them for the longest time. My other 2 siblings live out of state and had not yet arrived...I became this person that I would never thought I could be. I did everything I could to relieve my parents' burden. I didn't sleep for about 4 days. I was running on strength that could have only be supplied by God.
For the past year, I have missed my sister every day. The first 3 months, I would still try to call her and then hang up after realizing she wouldn't be answering. I finally had my big break-down about 2 weeks ago and let all the tears come out...although there may be more hidden.
Pene may have kept my life interesting (ok, drama), but I would give anything to have it back. I miss laughing with her and having our sarcastic conversations. I miss being able to drive my kids over to her house and letting them share a day with her kids. I miss seeing her 3 adorable children and watching them grow. I still get upset some days...upset that she left us to go on without her. I never imagined my life without her being a part of it...she was like my 'partner in crime' in a sense.
I have learned not to take anyone in your life for granted...God put them there for a reason, regardless of how long. I am so thankful for Paul and the kids and there unconditional love for me and my crazy family. I am so glad they were all able to know my beautiful little sister for the short time she was with us.
Penelope Josephine Reyes
12/18/1980 - 11/20/2008
Psalm 23
Friday, November 6, 2009
Patience is a Virtue.......right?
I'm so very grateful that it is Friday...Gavin is spending the night at a friend's house and my 3 little ones are safe and sound in bed. If all of my prayers are answered, they will stay asleep for the next 11 hours. This has been one trying week for this mother. I LOVE my children dearly (I will state that it is a love I never knew even existed until they became a part of my life) and I would do anything for them. That being said, I think they know this and have been testing that truth.
After weeks upon weeks of Jacob (just turned 4) being so very successful with the nighttime potty training, he decides that this is the week that his linens need to be washed 2 mornings in a row. Ugh...this is just one of the things I know that we will certainly get through; but honey, seriously. I have to get your brothers ready for school and the last thing mommy wants is to launder your dirty sheets. He's always so very apologetic about it in the mornings so I can't really be too mad at him...so I take it out on the sheets. It always seems to happen in the same pair of pj's, so I have also come to the conclusion that said pj's are evil and I have banned them from the house.
Then there was the coffee. This morning I poured myself a cup of coffee and situated my 2 sweet little 'angels', Jacob & Miley on the couch so that mommy could run upstairs and get dressed for a meeting I had in the afternoon. I was in my room for maybe 5 minutes and then ran back down since I was parched and forgot my coffee on the kitchen counter. Unfortunately, my babies must be addicted to the caffeine like mom. Miley had gotten my coffee cup and spilled all over the kitchen floor and then took it to the living room and proceeded to pour it on our sofa. Well, being the big brother he is, Jacob saw this as a prime opportunity to just make matters even more interesting (hey, if you're gonna get into trouble, you may as well go all the way). He got out his markers and drew a 'smiley face' on his sisters cheek. I think he also thought the polite thing to do would be to share his markers so he did and sister drew on the couch. Boy, was I happy.
After the 'look' from mommy, Jake decided it would be best if he go to his room (he does this thing where when he knows he's done something wrong and after he understands that we're disappointed in the choices he made to get into trouble, he runs to his room, shuts [ok, slams] the door and pouts on his bed...then mom gives him 5 minutes to cool off, goes up to his room and discusses the expectations. It's probably better than both of us getting upset, I guess).
Miley, being much to young to storm off, was placed in her 'time-out' corner for 3 minutes. The funny thing was that after the timer went off and I went to get her out of her corner, she had fallen asleep. My poor baby...getting into mischief is exhausting.
After weeks upon weeks of Jacob (just turned 4) being so very successful with the nighttime potty training, he decides that this is the week that his linens need to be washed 2 mornings in a row. Ugh...this is just one of the things I know that we will certainly get through; but honey, seriously. I have to get your brothers ready for school and the last thing mommy wants is to launder your dirty sheets. He's always so very apologetic about it in the mornings so I can't really be too mad at him...so I take it out on the sheets. It always seems to happen in the same pair of pj's, so I have also come to the conclusion that said pj's are evil and I have banned them from the house.
Then there was the coffee. This morning I poured myself a cup of coffee and situated my 2 sweet little 'angels', Jacob & Miley on the couch so that mommy could run upstairs and get dressed for a meeting I had in the afternoon. I was in my room for maybe 5 minutes and then ran back down since I was parched and forgot my coffee on the kitchen counter. Unfortunately, my babies must be addicted to the caffeine like mom. Miley had gotten my coffee cup and spilled all over the kitchen floor and then took it to the living room and proceeded to pour it on our sofa. Well, being the big brother he is, Jacob saw this as a prime opportunity to just make matters even more interesting (hey, if you're gonna get into trouble, you may as well go all the way). He got out his markers and drew a 'smiley face' on his sisters cheek. I think he also thought the polite thing to do would be to share his markers so he did and sister drew on the couch. Boy, was I happy.
After the 'look' from mommy, Jake decided it would be best if he go to his room (he does this thing where when he knows he's done something wrong and after he understands that we're disappointed in the choices he made to get into trouble, he runs to his room, shuts [ok, slams] the door and pouts on his bed...then mom gives him 5 minutes to cool off, goes up to his room and discusses the expectations. It's probably better than both of us getting upset, I guess).
Miley, being much to young to storm off, was placed in her 'time-out' corner for 3 minutes. The funny thing was that after the timer went off and I went to get her out of her corner, she had fallen asleep. My poor baby...getting into mischief is exhausting.
Miley...awake from her cat nap and a smiley face on the cheek.
I swear, Gavin and Ben (my 10-year-old and 6-year-old) must have known that mom was having a tougher than usual week and could sense that once they left for school today, it would just get more tiring. My sweet, sweet boys. Gavin cleaned the playroom this morning without being asked and Benjamin cleaned the kids' bathroom after school with me. He even helped me wipe out the drawers and suggested that we get an organizational bin for their toothbrush/toothpaste drawer to help in the future. Suggestion is noted, son and bin is on the shopping list...well done, boys. It gives me hope that Jake and Miley are only going through their stage of defiance right now...
I know it wasn't the worst week ever...I do have some awesome kids. Miley received her first Barbie this week (which I purchased...I never thought I'd buy a Barbie in my life. I never even owned one as a child and with the help of my brother would pop the heads off of my sisters' barbies). She loves hers though, and I even got her and her barbie matching dresses.
She left it on the floor for a bit too long that night though and the dogs managed to pop it's head off (ok, that made me laugh; so being the good mom I am, I took a picture of the dogs chewing the head before taking it from them and fixing the doll...dumb barbie).
The highlight was getting the kids ready for bed. I love the hugs and kisses they request and pretty much demand from Paul and I...that never gets old. As I was putting Jacob's pj's on (not the evil ones), he said to me "your the best, mommy". That phrase made everything I struggled with over the week all worth it. :)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
More Sleep, Please...
5 loads of laundry done and ready to start again tomorrow...wow, when I type that, it makes it seem that I'm just letting it pile up - sad - but i'm not...little boys just tend to get dirty and mom likes it clean. Paul was nice enough to keep the kids entertained while I spent an hour getting everything folded and put away. (Actually, the kids kept daddy entertained because I don't like anyone helping me fold laundry and he always tries to help...)
I was glad to sleep until 6 this morning...yesterday Gavin (who typically wakes up before me or Paul) woke up at 4:37 and tried to wake us up thinking that we were going to be late doing so. He forgot to change his clock for daylight savings and got 2 sleeping and slightly cranking parents before 5am. What is wrong with the youth of today...I don't ever remember wanting to be up before 7am on school days and now I have a 10-year-old that would go crazy if he wasn't showered/dressed and ready to go by 6:15. I've decided it's my punishment for my youthful grumpiness when mom would have to wake me by splashing water on my face.
It was a great weekend and the kids enjoyed not only trick-or-treating, but we also allowed them to come with us to Paul's neice's party where my kids were center-stage. Everybody (all 6 of us) enjoyed watching the kids "dance the night away" and I must say that it made it sooo much easier to put them to bed that evening.
I was glad to sleep until 6 this morning...yesterday Gavin (who typically wakes up before me or Paul) woke up at 4:37 and tried to wake us up thinking that we were going to be late doing so. He forgot to change his clock for daylight savings and got 2 sleeping and slightly cranking parents before 5am. What is wrong with the youth of today...I don't ever remember wanting to be up before 7am on school days and now I have a 10-year-old that would go crazy if he wasn't showered/dressed and ready to go by 6:15. I've decided it's my punishment for my youthful grumpiness when mom would have to wake me by splashing water on my face.
It was a great weekend and the kids enjoyed not only trick-or-treating, but we also allowed them to come with us to Paul's neice's party where my kids were center-stage. Everybody (all 6 of us) enjoyed watching the kids "dance the night away" and I must say that it made it sooo much easier to put them to bed that evening.
Miley shaking it
I think Ben & Jacob are trying to do the Running Man
Just before collecting the goods
And the best thing about the weekend: Dallas Cowboys won, I won my fantasy football game against Tim...and...GREEN BAY LOST TO THE VIKINGS!! Oh happy day (well for me). Paul is a HUGE Green Bay fan and has been on the outs with Mr. Bret Favre this year so I am just loving every minute of it. I really don't care as long as the Cowboys have a better record than Green Bay (even though they're not in the same division...but they are in the same conference).
Must get some sleep now...not sure what time G-man wants to wake us up.
Monday, November 2, 2009
BandWagon
Ok, Ok...I've now received enough pressure to also get on the 'blog bandwagon'. Although I've technically had a blog since last summer, I have never posted on it. And I will echo Heather when I say that I am not a writer so for those Becky's & Kristin's out there: don't expect the poetic styles that I enjoy reading on your blogs. :)
That being said, this will be a short and sweet entry...let's hope Jacob does something crazy tomorrow while the boys are at school so that I can share something interesting.
That being said, this will be a short and sweet entry...let's hope Jacob does something crazy tomorrow while the boys are at school so that I can share something interesting.
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