My best friend's wedding was this weekend and it was awesome. Flawless... thank the Heavens it's over! I was a nervous f'n wreck the day of. I have no idea why, but my stomach was flipping out. I was really scared that I would get sea sick {which didn't happen!} and nervous that my hair would turn out wrong {which did happen}.

I woke up at 7am. Fixed my face and fixed a bag for the kiddos. Picked out the husband's clothes and was off. The drive is about an hour and the bride wanted us there at 1030. I met up with my other bestie {the bride's sister} and I followed her because I'm terrible at directions and I have serious traffic-phobia. All is good until we notice a cop... and notice we're doing 85 in a 65. She gets stopped and is issued a ticket. I felt sooo bad! We get there. Relax for a while. Go pick up the veil and dresses and then it's off to get our hair done. I told the chick exactly what I wanted - PICTURE AND ALL - and she still managed to eff it up. I was quite pissed.

We drive to the hotel where the bridesmaids immediately start drinking {to calm our nerves of course}. The bride is flipping out and was going bridezilla on our asses {but I probably would have too}. Make up is done and it's time to board the yacht. We carry our bottle of liquor on and of course we get into trouble - we chug it and then trash it.

We get the bride dressed and here come the endless supply of tears. She was simply gorgeous. So beautiful. I cried like an idiot. You would have thought she was my daughter or something.

Everyone boards the yacht {including my hubs who looked sexy as ever} and we sail off. 10 minutes later she's married... my best friend. Gone and done it. Finally married. I cried... and cried... and then some more. We went below. Had dinner, cake and the toast and it was off to the top deck to tear up the rug.

I'll stop there because the rest really is a blur.

Mish-Mashed Thoughts

Yeah, it's been a few {days}. I haven't had near the time I thought I would to keep this thing updated, but I'm trying.

We got new floors installed last Friday. They're the shit, seriously. Going from that cheap carpet that the sellers installed to wood floors is A-MAZ-ING. They're clean and make the living room more functional. Thankfully we got them on the hook up from Travis' family {only charging us 10% above cost} so we did the hallways too.

Kason is sick, but what's new. He's had this crappy chest congestion since the RSV fiasco and he just can't get over it, poor babe. He's got an appointment tomorrow with his doctor's PA, and I'm thinking of asking about allergies. Kaleb had allergies {still does actually I should ask about him too - mental note to self} and he was on Zyrtec when he was a baby {you know before it was OTC}. I took him into the SIDS office today for his monthly download... Looks like he'll still be on the monitor for quite some time. Let's all pray he gets better!

I'm visiting my family this weekend. Good 'ole hillbilly town with nothing but a McDonald's and Dairy Queen. Sigh... I can't even have any f'n DQ {and it's my favorite} because of my diet. I don't want to cheat because I've only got 20 more pounds to go {I've lost five in 4.5 days WHAAT}. I will not be the 'fat girl' in the wedding. Sorry, no.

My poor friends... I feel sorry for them. They just recently lost their grandmother, now her husband has been 'laid off' and his other baby momma is freakin' out about not getting her child support. Hello, bitch... Think of someone other than yourself for a whole second. Your husband makes $80,000 a year where as these folk don't even make half. I swear some people need to be bitch slapped every once in a while.

There's a lot of layoffs happening around here {I live close to DOW and everyone here is either an engineer or works in the plant some how}. It's really sad. Thankfully people will always need electricity, so my lineman will keep his J-O-B.

Ah, there's my alarm to pick up my heathen from school.

Say what?

I was hanging out with friends last night and just sat back and watched all of the kiddos playing. Kids are amazing, did you know that? Seriously. My 3 year old was making compromises and straight wheeling and dealing. He wanted the red car and he got it. Never made any other kid upset and when they were upset {from someone else not sharing or someone poking someone's eye} he would assure them that it was an 'assident' and that it was okay.

Man, such a sweet kid.

Kason is getting huge. I hate not being able to breastfeed, but I know that he's healthy and that's what really matters {plus he's sleeping all night so...}.

Kason is so different yet so much like Kaleb it's scary. Kaleb never slept through the night until he was 9 months old! Of course he had chronic ear infections until he was 14 months old {when he got his tubes} so maybe that's the reason. Kason has been sleeping through the night for almost 2 weeks now and it's pure Heaven. Kaleb never took a pacifire and would never fall asleep without someone holding him or rocking him... Kason? Well, he takes a paci and would rather fall asleep in his bed and on his own. Such a independing little booger!

I've been taking a lot of pics here lately and I actually had someone approach me about taking their family pictures. How freaking amazing. I mean I have always wanted to get serious into photography but figured that it would just be a my kid/friends kid kind of thing. Heck no! This girl is serious and if the shoot turns out good I'm going to dig deeper into the world of photography and see if I can get things rolling. I don't need a job, but I would like to make money to buy more accessories to become more serious. So why not learn while I make that money?

Ahh, life is moving so quickly around this joint.
Remember that life is a marathon not a sprint!

2 more months...

Well, I had been anticipating this day almost as much as Kaleb's 3rd birthday. Today was D-day, and it didn't turn out quite as I had hoped.

Kason has been on his SIDS monitor since he was 7 weeks old. When he caught RSV and was in the hospital he had a 'blue spell' which scared me to death and I was sleeping maybe 30-45 minutes a night because I was watching him sleep all night. At his appointment the day after he was released from the hospital his pediatrician {which is one of the top pedis and has his own SIDS research facility, books... everything} didn't like the blue spell and apnea spells that I had been reporting so he was placed on the monitor.

He was on it for 2 weeks by the time the machine said 'memory full' so my hopes were a little squashed, but I stayed optimistic.

Today was the day where we take the machine in and have the data downloaded. The nurse that downloaded the data wasn't the actual person who reads it, but told me that it 'didn't look too promising' {getting the machine off}. She said that he will have to go at least another 2 months on the machine without any alarms... if there is an alarm the 2 months starts over.

The doctor who reads the downloads is looking at his data as we speak and I should be getting a call soon, but things don't look to promising. She said he may have to have a trip to the cardiologist to make sure things are going okay...

Cardiologist. That's a scary word to think about when you're a person, much less a 11 week old infant.

It's hard to imagine, really. Kaleb was completely healthy except for his ear infections. Never had a runny nose, cough or the nasty congestion that his brother has had for weeks now.

Needless to say I'm on pins and needles and I will be until I get a phone call.

1096

Sunday was Kaleb's 3rd birthday! 1096 days being on this crazy place we call Earth.

The party prep actually began on Saturday. My dad and I went to Academy to buy Kaleb's trampoline and they didn't have the enclosure. Well, I wasn't about to buy a trampoline for a 3 year old with out the enclosure... Eventually we found another Academy with the enclosure and Travis went to pick it up.

I ordered his cookie cake and got a pan size figuring that we would have an abundance left over {hah, good thing I ordered the largest one they had}.

The day for me started ohhh so early with very little sleep. Who sleeps with a 11 week old anyway? I woke up and got Kaleb ready for church {it was my Sunday for snacks}. Travis kept complaining about taking him to church by himself, but there was no way he was staying home with me while I did the 736 things I had left to do. They go to church and the fun begins.

I had to go to the store for all the little things like plates and extra cups so I picked up a few other things I needed too. I get home and I completely forgot that hot dogs were on the menu so my friend went back to the store for me {thankfully she was there}.

Travis and Kaleb get home from church and he immidiaetly wants to jump on the trampoline. Personally, I wanted him to have a nap to avoid any melt downs, but daddy was quick to say he doesn't need one {like alllllways}.

The party starts and there are probably 20 kids around and I only had 8 goodie bags. I didn't remember inviting all of those kids... or maybe it's another brain fart. Needless to say most of them left forgetting their bags.

Time to open presents... let's just say he made out like a bandit. 3 new pair of shoes {his favorites too Crocs and Shox as he says}, a new baseball mit and ball, 3 electric race tracks {like we have room for this?!} a "helicocker" and more cars then I've ever seen in my life.

Then it's time for 'cookie'. We light the candles, sing happy birthday, serve the ENTIRE cookie and BAM silence. It seemed as though my day was going 90mph and then I hit a road block because there suddenly were no kids and no crazy loud people in my house... ahhh as filthy as my floors were and as crooked as the books and dvd's were I was in heaven.

For dinner we had Alaskan snow crab... totally finished the day right =)

Mother of 8

I would like to start off by saying that I believe IV is a wonderful option to having children.

With that said... this crazy woman has this entire country in a frenzy, myself included. Why on earth would anyone allow this woman to have 8 more children? She lives with her family with no source of income {well, besides my fellow citizens hard earned tax dollars} yet she's having more children, let alone 8 more.

I not only think that she is to blame but the doctors who went through with the procedure should be frowned upon as well. Seriously. These people are bringing these children into poverty. 14 people in a 3 bedroom house {which is NOT her home}?? Seriously, 14 people in any size house would cause a ruckus.

"I love my children." Okay dear, no one is saying that you do not love these children but how on earth do you expect to tend to their every need? Especially these 8. Where does that leave your other 6 who are all under the age of 7??

I guess she's waiting for the government, BRU, TLC and TDC to just start forking over diapers and TV-reality deals.

I mean she told Oprah she would do an interview for 2 million dollars. HAHAHAH! She didn't do it for the fame or money? Why does the woman have 2 publicists?? I would like to know where she got the money to have IV done in the first place.

She got some sort of settlement after a riot injured her at a mental hospital {where she worked} and she was granted a lump of money. She suffered depression after her injury. Well, I have suffered from depression and it is considered a 'mental illness'. How can someone with a mental illness, no job/source of income OR home of her own have 14 children?

Seriously... there need to be new laws made when it comes to any kind of fertility treatments. And these doctors need to be punished.

TGIF

Sunday is Kaleb's 3rd birthday and I'm emotional to say the least. Where has the time gone? When did he start saying that flowers are 'beautiful' and that 'it's not nice when you don't listen'??


His birthday party is Sunday and I have LOADS to do, but what am I doing instead? Editing photos in Photoshop, messing with Facebook and reading more crazy stories about the single mom who just had 8 babies {don't get me started on that subject...}


My dad is coming in early tomorrow morning and I'm taking him to get new glasses. I never knew that doing something so small for someone could feel like such a huge accomplishment. As kids we take so much from our parents... even if it is just an eye exam and a pair of specs I feel good finally being able to give back.


Kason is having his own day. He has slept most of the day and I can't complain. Yesterday was touch and go with him. Cranky, happy, hungry, cranky and gassy. I guess that's a 11 week old for you... wow, now I just realized that he's almost 3 months old.

Have I really gone through 11 weeks of newbornhood? It seems like it was just yesterday when I was complaining about my back hurting and being so swollen that I could wear Travis' shoes... ahh, memories.


Photography has started to consume 40% {okay more than that} of my days. You know you're taking too many pictures when your 3 year old looks at you and says, "Mommy, the camera is hot and it needs a break." I guess a camera lady following your every move can get quite annoying... but hey he'd better get used to it because I plan to follow him around for a very long time...