I sent Bubba back to school this week. He started second grade. One, how did a teeny tiny little baby start second grade?! I mean, I KNOW he still sleeps in a crib and eats every two hours. He’s still a baby, right? I just had him? Brought him home just the other day, yes? … Continue reading Enough! or Is It Ever?
School starts for my kiddos in a week for Bubba, two weeks for Smash-N-Break. (Insert confetti flying, champagne sipping Q – I love them, but I’m so ready for school to be back in session.) Since the “meet the teacher” times are a free-for-all and not scheduled individually, I’m writing letters to the teachers to introduce… Continue reading Are My Kids Really “Special Needs”?
So, kid shows fascinate me. I swear, the job description must be something like: “Wanted – creative drug addict to write impossible truths that are suitable for our most impressionable minds.” Littles is a cuddler. He will come over and demand I sit down. How can I say no to a demanding two year old… Continue reading Paw Patrol – Proof Stoners Write Kid Shows: Part 1
Didn’t see part one? Here is Peeing On A Stick Part One. I knew that I’d be unhappy no matter the result. I wanted four kids. I can only physically have three. Adoption is an option years down the road. Yes, I’m so incredibly blessed to have the three we have. Yes, women go through so… Continue reading Peeing On A Stick – Part Two
The end of May, beginning of June usually marks the start of summer and fun. This year, it’s been ugly, sad, and horrific. First, a gorilla is shot because a 4 year old got into his enclosure. Then, a terrorist shooting at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. People use this to jump on both sides… Continue reading What Is Your Legacy?
Many who know me in real life that read this already know this, and I’ve admitted it before here, but I’m fat. Don’t sugarcoat it – I’d probably eat it. I know it. I was motivated to lose it when I found out Smash-N-Break was on the way. I wrote about that. But, depression kicked… Continue reading So Starts The 5K Quest
You know that corny commercial “Depression hurts“? Well, it does. After I had Smash-N-Break, I was diagnosed with PTSD, and depression. I had flashbacks and hallucinations of the surgery. I smelled it, saw it, felt it. I had a recurring nightmare of zombies attacking our house and trying to get to the kids. Plus One… Continue reading Depression, Zombies & Being Q
Plus One has been my better half since 1998! My dad got a job offer in Colorado my junior year of high school. He didn’t want to make me change schools for one year, so my mom found a way that I could finish high school in college. So, I went to a community college… Continue reading Plus One – Meet The Adventures Family
Littles is our bonus baby. Yeah, breastfeeding isn’t birth control. God sure knew what he was doing, though, because if we had waited a year, the difficulties that are Smash-N-Break may have made me not want to try again. And Littles completed our trilogy. I found out that Littles was on the way at 4… Continue reading Littles – Introducing The Adventures Family
Today’s introduction is for Smash-N-Break. He’s 4. He’s the result of giving up after a year of unexplained secondary infertility. We decided to be happy with Bubba, and stopped. I decided to lose weight seriously, and signed up with a personal trainer. (I really need to get back on that….) They tested my metabolism, and… Continue reading Smash-N-Break – Introducing The Adventures Family