I have decided after much thought to take a one week break from the computer, and any other distraction and fast and pray and ask God for direction. Please pray for me and that God will speak to me. We long to add to our family, give our son a sibling and it seems that after a year and a half God would have answered. When I have prayed before I have felt that God has tugged at my heart to "wait" and let him show me his power. I am 30. I long to carry a child in my body. Please pray for me.
Amy
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Flu (bug)
The last time I blogged I had no idea I was about to be the sickest I have been in my entire life. Fever of 104, hallucinations, the whole bit. Not fun. Isaiah tested negative at the hospital for the flu, I however tested positive for influenza type A. Fun times.
We just celebrated my nephew's first birthday this past weekend. Both my mom and dad attended *gasp* This is a big deal, because they have not been in the same room since 1988. Too bad they couldn't do it for my sons birthday party, but whatever.
We got Isaiah's "big boy" room done, it now holds a twin size bed instead of a crib, it was hard for me, but it was time. His room is done in spaceships and it's adorable. D bought and painted all of it, so that makes it extra special. It looks like we bought it from the pottery barn, it's so cute.
We just celebrated my nephew's first birthday this past weekend. Both my mom and dad attended *gasp* This is a big deal, because they have not been in the same room since 1988. Too bad they couldn't do it for my sons birthday party, but whatever.
We got Isaiah's "big boy" room done, it now holds a twin size bed instead of a crib, it was hard for me, but it was time. His room is done in spaceships and it's adorable. D bought and painted all of it, so that makes it extra special. It looks like we bought it from the pottery barn, it's so cute.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Not that I think this is going anywhere BUT my mom called me yesterday and said she has a nurse friend at work (my mom is an RN) that is also a foster parent and knows of a 2 year old little girl who's parental rights were terminated and is available for adoption. Only there is a a catch. Catch? Yep. She has siblings and they want to place them all together. 3 kids. Plus Isaiah. We just can't. And that is exactly what I told her. Sorry, we don't even have a house big enough, besides we only want two children anyway. TOTAL. We would consider three, but that would only happen if I was to get pregnant--at this point I'm wondering if that is in the cards for us. I know God might have other plans for us, who knows? But surlyhe would make this house sell then right? Right God? Bigger house=more kids.
Isaiah said the funniest thing yesterday, I was in the hallway and he was in the bathroom. He said, Mama is yourrr pee pee bwwweding? (bleeding) I said uh, no Isaiah, Why? Because there is something with bwood on it on the toiletttt! I thought I would never stop laughing, then he said mama, I'm funny huh?? Yes son, you are funny. By the way, still no period. That red blood? Bloody nose.
Isaiah said the funniest thing yesterday, I was in the hallway and he was in the bathroom. He said, Mama is yourrr pee pee bwwweding? (bleeding) I said uh, no Isaiah, Why? Because there is something with bwood on it on the toiletttt! I thought I would never stop laughing, then he said mama, I'm funny huh?? Yes son, you are funny. By the way, still no period. That red blood? Bloody nose.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Random
Yesterday afternoon I noticed our weimaraner Layla had swollen tear duct. Weird? I thought, and went on about my day. Fast forward to last night and I ask D if he sees the spots all over her and on her head and her back and sure enough she was covered in a raised rash. I called the on call vet and was told it must be from the bath I had given her the day before and to give her another bath and some children's benadryl. So off to C.Vs I went and got her some, and she took it like a champ and her eyes were like OMG, her eyes are swelling SHUT! Good lord! So, I was up all night checking on her, because by bed time her nose was swollen!! Poor baby. So today in 10 degree weather I packed up Isaiah and another little girl I am watching today and off we went with Layla to the Vet, where I paid out the butt ($150 bucks)for a shot and some ointment for her ears. So that was the excitement for today.
I rented Alpha and Omega for Isaiah to watch last night, and I finished a book a friend let me borrow it's called the designated fat girl, and if you have ever struggled with weight, you need to read this book. D is working all week and all weekend, so I am going to find something fun for Isaiah aid I to do.
I rented Alpha and Omega for Isaiah to watch last night, and I finished a book a friend let me borrow it's called the designated fat girl, and if you have ever struggled with weight, you need to read this book. D is working all week and all weekend, so I am going to find something fun for Isaiah aid I to do.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Isaiah's 3 year stats!
 | |
Isaiah is 3 years and 4 months:
he is 34.2 pounds, and that is
at the 62nd percentile for weight.
he is 38.5 inches, and that is
at the 50th percentile for height.
Favorite foods; Isaiah you are one picky eater! You love your carbs, and go crazy over the bread they serve at outback steakhouse. You also love peanut butter toast, Mcdonald's chicken nuggets and fries. Applesauce, mandarin oranges, carrots, spinach (yes, I'm serious!) green beans (you call them green green's) and cookies of course. The only candy you will eat is plain M&M's.
You have so much personality, you always make mommy and daddy laugh. You also are pretty stubborn. Your favorite cartoon right now is TUFF puppy. We dvr it and you beg to watch it, and do so over and over. You can count to 20 without stopping and we are still having problems with your colors. You read about 10 words and we are going to start writing your name soon.
We are so proud of you sugar bear, you are growing so big and strong--a far cry from that 21 pound 2 year old that was so sick. You are my sunshine. <3
Taxes and such....
I have to say I never understood why tax season was such a big deal before I was a parent. Wow, it's nice. I am again in the middle of feeling like I *might* be pregnant. I mean I doubt it, but I feel like it. Okay, that does not make much sense. My lady parts (all of them) are feeling a little weird. Here's to hoping.
I have said before that I try to be transparent here, and I am having some issues with my mom. My mom was not present in my life from the age of 6 years until about the age of 20. No joke. My dad remarried really quick to a much older woman (17 years older) and she has jealousy issues. My dad was not around, not that he was out partying or anything, he worked as much as possible. My dad made up for his absenteeism with money. Cool when you are 10, not so cool when you are 20 and need your dad to walk you down the isle. My mom has bounced from husband to husband, adopted 3 children, and made a mess with them as well. Sigh. I was not given good cards in the parent department. They do their best, and I guess that is what matters.
The reason I say all this is I am the parent they weren't. That means I kiss my son every chance I can, and tickle him and tell him how much I love him. Isaiah is an only child and it is so hard not to spoil him, we do spoil him, but we shower him with love and attention, material things will only end up in a landfill one day.
We still have not been back to church, and I have huge guilt about that, we need to go back. I need to get over my hurt and move on.
On another note, we are not getting liscensed with the county for fostering versus a hired company which means really that we get the first call about placements, and I am really excited about that! I am going to do a double post today about Isaiah's stats, weight, height and all that.
I have said before that I try to be transparent here, and I am having some issues with my mom. My mom was not present in my life from the age of 6 years until about the age of 20. No joke. My dad remarried really quick to a much older woman (17 years older) and she has jealousy issues. My dad was not around, not that he was out partying or anything, he worked as much as possible. My dad made up for his absenteeism with money. Cool when you are 10, not so cool when you are 20 and need your dad to walk you down the isle. My mom has bounced from husband to husband, adopted 3 children, and made a mess with them as well. Sigh. I was not given good cards in the parent department. They do their best, and I guess that is what matters.
The reason I say all this is I am the parent they weren't. That means I kiss my son every chance I can, and tickle him and tell him how much I love him. Isaiah is an only child and it is so hard not to spoil him, we do spoil him, but we shower him with love and attention, material things will only end up in a landfill one day.
We still have not been back to church, and I have huge guilt about that, we need to go back. I need to get over my hurt and move on.
On another note, we are not getting liscensed with the county for fostering versus a hired company which means really that we get the first call about placements, and I am really excited about that! I am going to do a double post today about Isaiah's stats, weight, height and all that.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Transparency
I am feeling like I need to be transparent here, like this is the place were I can be; because in life you can't always say what you really think. I feel like here I can. A good example is my facebook account, I can't ever really say what I want because if I did I probably would not have any friends. I have some personality flaws, and one too many times have said exactly what I thought and that has gotten me in some big trouble.
I am not sure why I am saying all this but I guess this a "safe" place for my mostly because only one friend knows I blog and she would never judge me. (Love you Renee)
We got a killer ice storm, D did not even make it to work today. We got a call at 1230 am from D's mom, we were fast asleep and the phone scared the poo out of me. I answered and she told me she was stuck in her car in the parking lot at work, could D come get her? Okay so a little background info is needed here. D's mom has almost a non exsistant relationship with D or Isaiah, and does not really care for me. Why? Because I don't sugar coat for her, nor do I for anyone else. Again, personality flaw. It's me, and I am working on it. Anyway, it always seems she only calls when she needs something i.e. money, car is broken, ect. Now I am not complaining about her relationship with D however I do have a problem with her only having a relationship with her other grandkids. Also, I have a problem when she sends me racial jokes, I have not said it here before but my son is black. D and I are white. I have a huge issue with racial slurs and jokes. Anyway, D talked to her, got out of bed with freezing rain hitting out windows and got dressed and headed out the door. When he got in his truck he could not get out of the drive, and called to tell her he was stuck too. I guess she made it home, but we had to call her to make sure, she didn't bother to call us. So we finally got back to bed at 2am and D had to work at 5 so he called and told them he could not get out of the drive, he was not coming in.
Today D shoveled us out, and we went to town to file our taxes. We also went to Sam's club and then came home and had dinner. Isaiah is doing good, honery as ever, but boy do I love him. Next time I am going to talk about our going with a new agency for fostering. Goodnight!
I am not sure why I am saying all this but I guess this a "safe" place for my mostly because only one friend knows I blog and she would never judge me. (Love you Renee)
We got a killer ice storm, D did not even make it to work today. We got a call at 1230 am from D's mom, we were fast asleep and the phone scared the poo out of me. I answered and she told me she was stuck in her car in the parking lot at work, could D come get her? Okay so a little background info is needed here. D's mom has almost a non exsistant relationship with D or Isaiah, and does not really care for me. Why? Because I don't sugar coat for her, nor do I for anyone else. Again, personality flaw. It's me, and I am working on it. Anyway, it always seems she only calls when she needs something i.e. money, car is broken, ect. Now I am not complaining about her relationship with D however I do have a problem with her only having a relationship with her other grandkids. Also, I have a problem when she sends me racial jokes, I have not said it here before but my son is black. D and I are white. I have a huge issue with racial slurs and jokes. Anyway, D talked to her, got out of bed with freezing rain hitting out windows and got dressed and headed out the door. When he got in his truck he could not get out of the drive, and called to tell her he was stuck too. I guess she made it home, but we had to call her to make sure, she didn't bother to call us. So we finally got back to bed at 2am and D had to work at 5 so he called and told them he could not get out of the drive, he was not coming in.
Today D shoveled us out, and we went to town to file our taxes. We also went to Sam's club and then came home and had dinner. Isaiah is doing good, honery as ever, but boy do I love him. Next time I am going to talk about our going with a new agency for fostering. Goodnight!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)