tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78128240472431074082024-02-19T02:38:35.778-05:00The Wilson Family of Lexington, SCJaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-51831154918330063652012-09-05T12:30:00.002-04:002012-09-05T12:30:50.965-04:00Museum Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hunter and Dane stopped just long enough to smile and then they went back to slinging the rubber "dirt" at one another. Talon would have stayed there all day. He loved it... but he loves anywhere that isn't his stroller. Maybe that will give "Big Baby" incentive to walk already. He's getting there though. Me, well we all took pictures with the Rex. Mine didn't need cropping that much, but I did discover that those extra L-B's that I'm carrying really show nicely on camera. Awesome. So when I get back my ever depleted energy, I will slowly and surely lose that 15 extra pounds I'm carrying. But that is not what this post is about. Museum. Fun. Family. :)</span><br />
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<br />Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-29835172043358278122012-08-21T14:23:00.000-04:002012-08-21T14:26:36.490-04:00Funny Pages<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kids are hilarious most days. The kids I'm directing this post to is Hunter and Dane. They're not really recent, but I've saved these pictures to bring me a smile when I feel the hulk coming out. To the right, Hunter penned this apology note to me. He did something (as per usual) and upset me a little more than normal. I later returned to my desk to find this note. Gah, he can be so darn kissably sweet sometimes and other times... I don't know... sometimes I just worry about that kid. :) This was from January 20, 2012</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was cleaning up some drawing papers and doodles one day at the boys' desk area and found this in Dane's pile. At the time, these were the only letters that Dane knew how to write without help. Yeesh. I hope he wasn't mad at me when he wrote this. Heehee. This lovely typography artwork was made around March 10, 2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found this while doing another clean up at the kids' desk area. Writing and drawing are very popular in our home. I came across this in one of Hunter's notebooks. I loved it so much! Everything about it (even the fact he used permanent marker-!!) was awesome. This might make itself to a t-shirt one day. No lie. And I really hope that he will continue to whut to fite evil and make good choices througout his life. **I asked Hunter where he got this from and I would like to shout out to Phineus and Ferb for using this particular phrase in one of their random shows that stood out to my boy** June 4, 2012</span><br />
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Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-81362216638198773822012-08-21T13:11:00.001-04:002012-08-21T13:11:18.162-04:00It's been forever and a day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have decided to get back to blogging. It's been over a year and boy, has life changed. We've added another boy to the mix. His name is Talon Barrett. He turned 1 on July 6. He's a great baby. The nickname he has taken on is "Big Baby"... like from Toy Story 3. He is the size of a two year old. :) According to Matt the beginnings with this little guy was hard. He cried a lot. I honestly have no recollection of him crying a lot. But at his 2 week appointment, it was discovered that he had a broken collarbone-which happened during the birth- that led to being stuck on his back a little more... this worked wonders for his already flat head <em>**sarcasm**</em> It also turned out he was stuck in the same spot in utero long enough for his skull to become friends with my pelvic bone. And because of their closeness, Ms. Pelvic bone left a lasting impression on baby's skull. Enter the hero of the day around month 6 of Talon's life. Dah, dah, dah, dahhhhh. DOC Band...<br />
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We got through that. Talon was great. The first week was horrible, but he got used to it and adjusted quickly. The second helmet was the hardest on all of us, not to mention Talon. He had it during record breaking heat this past summer. He was a trooper though. And overall, I think it taught the other boys sacrifice. They knew that we had to wait for certain times a day to venture out and they learned that it wasn't always about them. Instead of going to the pool, the boys spent a lot of time on the trampoline with the sprinkler.... And they got really good at playing Wii and their DS's. They got creative in their playtime and we made it work. Talon is finally finished with that part of his life. He graduated with amazing results. Here are couple of his photostudy pictures or his before and afters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> 12-29-11-sideview</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3-29-12 after first 12 week course</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8-3-12 graduation day- can you see the <br />
difference in his profile and forehead- this corrected <br />
numerous problems that he would have had to face-<br />
like sinus and jaw issues. We are so pleased with the <br />
results. It was hard, but worth it for Talon.</td></tr>
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Now life is back to normal, so I'm thinking I'm going to try and set at least one day a week to blog because this takes forever to do. I've got some catch up to play and then hopefully I'll get back on track. Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-62153604233301696442011-05-23T18:57:00.000-04:002011-05-23T18:57:41.201-04:00Honesty is the Best Policy?Yesterday I went to get Hunter from his Primary Class. I was presented with yet another work of art from him. This one, though, actually cracked me up to no end. To explain the picture, the commandment that Hunter has chosen to work on for the week is I will honor my father and mother and he drew a picture of Matt and me holding hands with a heart between us... Do you see Matt? And that big, egg-shaped lady holding his hand?! It seriously doesn't bother me a bit though. Hunter knows that I'm the only person he can ever call fat... but I did remind him that once the baby was out, all bets are off. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obviously, the tall, thin guy on the left is Daddy and my representation is spot on. Hunter made me nice and round because I'm a fat mommy right now. LOL!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-3568110478702845652011-05-19T15:14:00.000-04:002011-05-19T15:14:56.354-04:00Hunter the Graduate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiIoHHIJr1t45Dx-X2zJhfRLGxmG4Yfy2a_PquYGwS0gXAiwrCTAkiCoR5_ijFr1kwkYdJyf-D_jIR9q-Lvg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This morning, my sweet boy graduated from Pre-school. What?! I know, where has the time gone? Hunter had the same two teachers, Miss Cindy and Lynda, as Corbin did when he went. I was pregnant with Hunter when Corbin graduated. Now Corbin will be in 4th grade and Hunter will start Kindergarten. And Dane will start Pre-school in the fall. How the time has flown by. And through the tired and frustrating days, my heart is full and our lives continue to be blessed. Hunter has grown up so much over this last school year. According to the growth chart they gave me, since August he has grown 2 inches and gained another 8 lbs. I forgot the camera in the mayhem of this morning, so all I was left with was the video camera on my iphone. At least I got it recorded though. I will "beg" pictures off of some of the other moms.</div>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-61368829746719280402011-05-17T14:45:00.000-04:002011-05-17T14:45:49.658-04:00Whiner McWhinerI've been doing this a lot lately. I've caught the whining bug from my kids. I feel terrible that my husband has had to endure me over these last months, so instead of calling him and ugly crying into the phone, I turn to the interweb. I'm not a great pregnant person. I don't glow. I don't have a perma-smile. I'm lucky if I dry my hair and actually put street clothes on. I'm walking sorta pigeon-toed these days because of the pain. I've become seriously neurotic (more so than when I'm not pregnant). My hips pop all the time. My stress levels are off the charts (it all should have been done yesterday). The third trimester nausea is seriously going to do me in. My mind has so many grand plans, but my body won't sync with it. I want to drink Dr. Pepper all the time, but I don't want my baby turning into a caffeine dependent high strung crying thing. There's only room for one of those in our house and I sit comfortably on that throne right now. Fighting the exhaustion is exhausting. I'm swelling. I can't wear my wedding ring anymore **<em>tear</em>**. Spider veins. ew. I just want to feel human again...**<em>Deep breath in... aaannnd exhaling**</em><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0swdT6NjADhMC79lGur8-oVxNUJPbsGXIQJogaFiFLHYjhADumdZY6fqa2q3aBvSIEOoNEKssfrQAPZKOeK4wJdIErkwR5fFmAVS9Bd-AaLmvJ6gLtgR1LXTIKa0-9qQDm9i04CsI7w9b/s1600/little_engine_that_could.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0swdT6NjADhMC79lGur8-oVxNUJPbsGXIQJogaFiFLHYjhADumdZY6fqa2q3aBvSIEOoNEKssfrQAPZKOeK4wJdIErkwR5fFmAVS9Bd-AaLmvJ6gLtgR1LXTIKa0-9qQDm9i04CsI7w9b/s320/little_engine_that_could.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So now that I've let off some steam, these words have been on loop in my head all day long, "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can." Sometimes this phrase ends in question marks, other times exclamation points. Sometimes it comes in a whisper, sometimes in a shout. But one thing is certain. I can and will make it through. Life is good. We are blessed. Soon, we will have Talon and this time will be a distant memory. I still don't feel any different than I did at the beginning of this post. I still hurt and stress and worry, but I can deal. I know I can, I know can, I know I can. Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-48920752915488890602011-05-11T14:42:00.000-04:002011-05-13T16:38:33.645-04:00Girl's OvernighterMy friend Chrissy and I recently went on an overnight trip to Charlotte, NC. So. Much. Fun! We raided IKEA, Homegoods, and the South Park Mall where there was an Anthropolgie, Pottery Barn, and some other stores that were way overpriced. We got lost trying to find the van Friday night (at the mall), so we approached a security guard who actually drove us to our vehicle because of my "condition". Yay for being pregnant (for once)! So come to find out Usher and Akon were in the Mall when we were. It was actually really dead for a Friday night and I seriously wouldn't have been surprised to find out that I walked right by them without noticing. I was a woman on a mission that weekend and shopping tends to block out everything else. :) Chrissy and I didn't get to bed until the wee hours of the morning, so I was blown away to find myself waking up after 9 am on Saturday morning. Whoa! That seriously hasn't happened since my Rick's Days. We got ready relatively quickly because we were approaching check out time and I know Matt wouldn't have been very happy with me if I got another night charged on the bill for over sleeping... So off we went... to.... IKEA! I love that place! I love their prices. I love their cafeteria... I love their bathrooms. I went there with a purpose though. I've been in the process of re-doing the boys' bedroom to accomodate all 3 of them. So far so good. I'll post pictures of the finished product soon. We're on the last leg of completion. They will actually move in there this weekend. yay! Then onto getting the baby's room put back together... and then onto the playroom... okay I've gone off on a couple tangents... So girl's vacation. Great shopping, great company, great eating, and great spending! Couldn't have asked for a better break!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our haul. It was quite impressive if I may say so myself. There was a significant amount of planning and preparation that went into this trip, by the way. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dane's gash- the picture doesn't do it justice. It was nasty and we didn't even get the puncture would on his crown. He was a little less than tolerant at this point though. :(</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Talking to him calmly and then directing Hunter on what I needed him to do, we were up and dressed and out of the door in about 5 minutes. Hunter was amazing! He stayed calm throughout as well and followed every direction I gave him and did it in record time. I was so proud of him. I was able to stay focused and not get frazzled and I think because of my calmness, Hunter was able to think straight and perform quickly and accurately himself. We met Matt at the Urgent Care and I think once it all set in and Matt kind of took over, my nerves got me and I broke down a couple of times. My baby was in pain and I couldn't fix it and the guilt was just all consuming. It was hard to listen to his cries of pain as they stapled his head wound, but it was over in less than a minute. His head was wrapped and after some sprite and a toy, he was okay. We had a quiet day that day and by the afternoon, he was back to his old self. He let me know when he wanted the dressing off his head and there were times during that day and the next couple that I had to make him slow down. Man, what an experience. The staples were taken out last Wednesday (after 7 days) and I think there is still some sensitivity in his head, but we were really lucky with this one. The Lord watched over us and blessed us-especially Dane. I'm very thankful for the sweet presence of the Holy Spirit and the reassurance I receive on a daily basis. </div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the Sprite... and after a little clean up too- like the sagging front of his shirt? All dried blood- and yes, we still have the shirt- I was magically able to save everything that got blood on it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the ham in him- he makes Matt and me laugh on a daily basis.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the beginning of each year along with supplies, parents have to provide a present to be put in the pile for birthdays. Hunter picked the one I donated- surprise, surprise. :) He got another Mr. Potato Head...*sigh*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture! We call this his crazy eyes. Hunter pulls this look out when he is super happy or if he is crying. Seriously. But I still laugh because he has such beautiful anime eyes.<br />
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</tbody></table>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-7042613030104588462011-03-29T07:55:00.005-04:002011-03-29T14:03:57.887-04:00The Pinewood DerbyThis past Saturday was the Pinewood Derby for Pack 52. After days and days of sanding and more sanding and painting and more painting and stratically placing stickers, Corbin's car was finally complete. His vision had come to life! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0NBqpG3QUaqVd_udWCtVH9nbiQCsvOYzxyV3Epol9WVGZuJ7xYvhy4dyVp_ULtXCZxsBJusElUnw6LldbUMWH2K-_hTaXpDOPoMTUzrcW6dLK03hT0MdyvSH0besjezX4JZx7GYIAfT4/s1600/pinewood+derby+1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562141891191410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0NBqpG3QUaqVd_udWCtVH9nbiQCsvOYzxyV3Epol9WVGZuJ7xYvhy4dyVp_ULtXCZxsBJusElUnw6LldbUMWH2K-_hTaXpDOPoMTUzrcW6dLK03hT0MdyvSH0besjezX4JZx7GYIAfT4/s320/pinewood+derby+1.png" /></a>Do you not love where he placed the round stickers to make him look sponge? Right over the mouth and between the eyes. I had a mental flash of Austin Powers staring at the mole on that guy's face (in Goldmember?) going, "Holey Moley" and "Moley, Moley, Moley, Molllleeey". I'm sorry, it just literally had me rolling on the floor laughing. Corbin said he didn't do it, but um, no one else placed those stickers, so that made me laugh even more. The reason why I find it so dang funny is because you can create your own Mii's for the Wii and everyone of Corbin's players (and there is close to a dozen to choose from) all have a mole right over their mouths. Weird, but I'm giggling hysterically as I type this b/c it is so far in left field that it's hilarious to me that he puts moles on his creations and always right above the mouth. Back to the Derby. Matt and Papa were the judges at the finishline. There were about 12-15 cars racing, so there was a pretty good crowd there. Everyone was really excited to see what their cars could do. I would like to say that events like this bring out a certain competitive spirit, but it's mostly in good fun. Mostly. ;) Everyone wants their kid to do well, ya know? Corbin's car won like 3 heats and got to the quarter-finals. He had a pretty fast little car. He was so sure he would win... until he started racing the other winners of the heats. He just couldn't beat the Super Mario Car. It was just a hair faster (this car was super shiney and it was sanded almost completely flat in the front- meaning crazy aero dynamics, I think). He raced this car probably 4 times and couldn't get past him. :( So Super Mario ended up moving on to the semi-finals (?- I can't remeber the order) leaving a VERY dissappointed Corbin. They were awarding trophies and he just wanted one so bad. I think I wanted it worse for him. So I told him to cheer for Mario and we would get it next year. The race was so exciting, they had a first, second, and third place winner, and then a Grand Champion. Guess who won? Yep, Super Mario did. During a break, Matt found Super Mario's dad and exhanged some small talk. I think Matt was already planning for next year. Bwahahahahaha! **putting fingertips together** We're not competitive or anything in this house. :) In the end everyone got a certificate and a plastic gold medal. Corbin gave the medal to Hunter who was ecstatic to have it. So until next year... Bwahahahahaha!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoHE7gi2hevvtMtlvBPyNdnjUfbPutRAJnIf4uw6jMVNSOOBM26BDuqSaBQgIQWmtiEawHUsqcEckDuX3MocLlo5Lz7hw4DFJKTimiXSVb7B15Ek2DaorIoG7jR42S-tlaGbTOhvgeXgq/s1600/Pinewood+derby+2.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589562847221196258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoHE7gi2hevvtMtlvBPyNdnjUfbPutRAJnIf4uw6jMVNSOOBM26BDuqSaBQgIQWmtiEawHUsqcEckDuX3MocLlo5Lz7hw4DFJKTimiXSVb7B15Ek2DaorIoG7jR42S-tlaGbTOhvgeXgq/s320/Pinewood+derby+2.png" /></a> Had to get a picture of Matt and Corbin after the race next to the track... if you can see it.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-80416653995201897222011-03-23T15:33:00.004-04:002011-03-23T15:57:49.990-04:00Funny PagesJust over the last week or so- the kids have been saying some really funny things. Thought I'd share some:<br /><br /><strong>Corbin:</strong> Dane, do you want to be a big brother?<br /><strong>Dane:</strong> um, no. I want to be a tiger. Rar!<br /><br /><em>We've been taking advantage of this great weather (that is, until the foot of pollen landed on us) and going outside a lot. Corbin and Hunter like to race even though Corbin shows no mercy with his younger brother. Hunter still gives it his all and keeps on doing it in hopes one day to beat him... so before one particular race, Hunter says to Corbin in all seriousness:<br /></em><br /><strong>Hunter:</strong> Corbin, you go in slow motion, I'll go in fast motion this time. :)<br /><br /><strong>Corbin:</strong> Mom, I think Dane is a German baby.<br /><strong>Me:</strong> What? Why?<br /><strong>Corbin:</strong> Because when I showed him a picture of himself when he was a little baby, I said, "Dane, who is that?" and Dane said, "das baby."<br /><strong>Me:</strong> LOL<br /><br /><em>Dane accidently ran over Hunter's foot with his plasma car and Hunter got really mad at him.<br /><br /></em><strong>Hunter:</strong> Dane, you're a dummy head!!!<br /><strong>Dane:</strong> <em>(With crunched up eyebrows)</em> No, Hunter! I a bear!<br /><br />I like to keep these little things recorded because it's always nice to go back and read how awesome they are...<br /><br />In other quick news- Talon is getting bigger and moving a lot more. I'm feeling him in my ribs now and he especially enjoys using my bladder as a pillow. I'm pretty much into whatever I can eat- anything noodly is sufficient. I'm nesting like crazy and it's causing me a certain amount of anxiety because I want it all done last week and there's really nothing I can do about it... at least not all at once. I have to keep telling myself this. Life is good though. The Lord is really blessing us all and I'm thankful.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-51014898065279621052011-03-15T17:41:00.002-04:002011-03-15T18:22:23.252-04:00Mean MomI'm a mean mom. I try not to be, but I don't know what else to do. Today marks the 7th day in a row that Corbin has forgotten to bring his Word Study words home. His assignment is due on Thursday and it's a pretty time consuming homework assignment. Over the course of the last few days, he has had his DS taken away for a week, his beloved Pokemon game taken away for 2 weeks, no phone priviledges, he has to miss scouts tomorrow (obviously to finish his assignment), and I made him write 30 times "I will listen to my mother" and then 20 times "I will not forget my Word Study again" in one sitting. So this obviously isn't about just the word study. I guess it's the straw that broke this camel's back. He broke the news to me today that he forgot again with... a smile. A smile. My face just burned up. Yes, my hormones are in overload, but I had to just walk away from this. I came downstairs to be greeted by a backpack, a pair of shoes, and a lunchbox thrown on the floor. Steam began rising from the top of my head.... And then I cried. As I cried, I went through the daily questions: Where do your shoes go? What do you do with your lunchbox? Where do you put your backpack? Where do you hang your coat? I know he was expecting agitation from me, but my gasket blew and I was all waterworks. I know I shouldn't do this in front of my kids, but I felt like an absolute failure for not being able to properly teach simple concepts to a 9-YEAR-OLD.<br /><br /> Well, homework got finished and the only thing I haven't tried for a punishment was sitting in the corner. So I moved a chair to the corner of the kitchen and told him to sit down until I told him he could get up. That was 2 hours and 1 minute ago. Yes, he has been in the corner for 2 hours. I gave him a book to read and I gave him a nice supper on my best tv tray. I also opened a blind for him to look outside. I had a nice talk with him and he seemed to actually understand why he was sitting there. He did have a mild tantrum 42 minutes in and I almost caved. Almost. Yes, I feel horrible to doing this, but I feel like this punishment will be remembered more than a spanking or getting yelled at. I've had to leave the area here and there to cry some more because I felt bad, but then I had to remind myself that he wasn't tied down or gagged or starving or whatever. He was taking that pill that needed swallowing. Am I a mean mom? Probably. Do I love my son?! More than anything. But sometimes being mean is the only road to take.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-22187671363209791932011-03-04T10:51:00.002-05:002011-03-04T11:07:30.805-05:00A Random FunnyI usually post funny sayings of the kids on the side panel, but I just had to share this one. The boys are getting used to the idea of having another boy added to the mix. They desperately wanted a sister... at least Corbin and Hunter did. Dane doesn't care, I don't think. Anyways- Corbin and I were studying together for a Science Test last night and we took a break for a minute... This is how the conversation went:<br /><br />Corbin: What are you going to name the baby?<br /><br />Me: Well, we've decided to name him Talon Barrett. Did you know where Barrett came from?<br /><br />Corbin: Where?<br /><br />Me: Well, since Daddy likes guns so much, he got it from a gun called the Barrett 50 caliber.<br /><br />Corbin: <em>Blankness in his face </em><br /><br />Corbin: What does "Talon" mean? It sounds familiar.<br /><br />Me: Talon is like the claw of an Eagle, ya know. (I'm laughing now because his face is so distorted from hearing this information)<br /><br />Corbin: Why would you give the baby such a violent name?! You named him after an Eagle claw and a gun?<br /><br />Me: Well, it's a cool name and we didn't name your brother after an Eagle claw... What should we have named him?<br /><br />Corbin: Claude Fedrick Wilson. (My late grandpa's name)<br /><br />I just enjoyed this little conversation. It made me see how really tender Corbin is under his facade of testosterone. He loves his brother already and said to me that he is glad that Talon will be with us soon. He and Hunter are even talking to my tummy now. Hunter calls him some weird made up name with an Indian sound to it. I know, kids are weird, but fun!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-80744424157549583932011-03-03T13:46:00.002-05:002011-03-03T14:03:58.347-05:00Drum Roll Please....Today was the ultrasound for Baby #4.... da, da, da, da, daaaaa (I couldn't figure out how to spell a drum roll) We're having another <strong>BOY!</strong> Yes, we all know that a little girl would have been great, but I have developed a profound sense of gratitude with the coming of this news. I knew in the depths of my mind that this was going to be a boy, but I hung onto hope of a little girl (plus, I get so distracted by those cute hairbows little girls wear). When the technician said "he" I felt... honored. Shocked too. But really, really honored that Heavenly Father would trust me with another of His sons to raise during increasingly trying times here on Earth. My boys are going to be future Priesthood holders, missionaries, Husbands, Fathers, upstanding citizens... That's a lot to think about and a big job to undergo, but one with purpose! It brings me great happiness to know that the Lord has confidence in my abilities as a mother and confidence in Matt as a Father and roll model for these guys. I look forward to what's to come and I am excited to meet my new guy in the next few months!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-74058610101692036792011-02-25T09:19:00.003-05:002011-02-25T09:39:53.416-05:00My Youngest Baby is 3!Yes, I know I am way late posting this one, but life has a way of getting a little overwhelming at times, right? So Dane turned 3 on February 15th. He is my love child. :) We didn't do much that day. We all went to the gym and Matt and the boys swam at the pool. They had a great time and afterwards we went to Dane's favorite restaurant... Yep, Chic-fil-a once again. The pool famished him and he ate an entire 6 nuggets kids meal and some ice cream. He was content afterward. The real festivities were the following Sunday at Nana'a house. He picked out Lightning McQueen plates to have his cake on. We actually had brownies b/c Dane lurves them. :) I once again forgot a camera, so my mom has this birthday on hers. Dane got lots of clothes for summer, a Tom and Jerry movie (his faaavvooorite), a Thomas pillow, and a ride on motorcycle. He also got some play-doh and another ball. Another successful birthday under our belts this year! Happy Birthday to my sweet Dane! Mom loves you so much!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgEAcF1ALZk57ppawjg912_GraeaNWSU3KxIswgwwj5fuxYAjBk1OTFFZ6eoq1rWWrt_8GjMjRL5denYdQ8cJN2AqliiC4lb_79FBkcmthTkjNLePIxJ04TRubKXUUOqkeruKyo9b7yTd/s1600/IMG_0240%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577635000134343186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgEAcF1ALZk57ppawjg912_GraeaNWSU3KxIswgwwj5fuxYAjBk1OTFFZ6eoq1rWWrt_8GjMjRL5denYdQ8cJN2AqliiC4lb_79FBkcmthTkjNLePIxJ04TRubKXUUOqkeruKyo9b7yTd/s320/IMG_0240%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br />side note: Dane has been potty-trained since about a week before his birthday. He took off that pull-up and never looked back. He's doing great except for the going #2- but I think we are getting that under control now and well on our way to success! Yay for Dane!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-12332353560431595812011-02-09T15:54:00.003-05:002011-02-09T16:28:01.851-05:00My Oldest baby is 9!So in all my busy glory, I didn't do Corbin's birthday post yesterday. Corbin turned 9 years old and I'd say we had yet another successful birthday. We began pre-birthday celebrations on Sunday at my mom's house for dinner. Corbin requested spaghetti for his birthday meal, so we feasted on that. We sang Happy Birthday and he got lots of presents. He was very happy with his haul. Yesterday, we went to Target to spend his gift cards and money he got. He bought another DS game... I know, right?! So after wreaking havoc in Target, we ended the evening at Ruby Tuesdays for Corbin's real birthday dinner. He got his very own 7 oz steak, brocolli, mozzarella sticks, grapes, and cleansed his palet with vanilla ice cream and extra cherries on top. Yep, he ate it all! In between courses, he played his new Pokeman game and was in Heaven! (We never let him play at the table anywhere) He looked up at me and said, "Mama, this is the best day of my life!" SUCCESS! So, to round out the celebrations, Dane and I came up to the school to have a belated birthday lunch with Corbin and let him share a treat with his classmates. Popsicles, of course- he got several pats on the back for that. :) Meredith (his cute little girlfriend) came and sat with us. She was his chosen guest. And finally, in two days time, Corbin and Hunter will be heading off to the happiest place on Earth- Disney World! Nana and Papa had an urge and decided to take the four oldest grandkids with them. Can't fight those urges. :) So Happy Birthday to my darling boy, Corbin! Glad you had a great 9th celebration and cheers to many more! Mom loves you more than bunnies!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-fmn85MLDrGApEwjdkGVhsXjj4qh9-outopDpnZksUtSoYmL4YB6CBqB26M76AkeXWOhKX24vQ35u2NGtO3CZWjXPVjicv4O7oipCk93fxQmTpJbUkMD7YvNU3YIz7FiqnDW0Z5lUGlx/s1600/IMG_0225%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571803617674219506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-fmn85MLDrGApEwjdkGVhsXjj4qh9-outopDpnZksUtSoYmL4YB6CBqB26M76AkeXWOhKX24vQ35u2NGtO3CZWjXPVjicv4O7oipCk93fxQmTpJbUkMD7YvNU3YIz7FiqnDW0Z5lUGlx/s320/IMG_0225%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a>Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-16532431399514433742011-01-28T13:47:00.002-05:002011-01-28T15:25:04.237-05:00A SummaryIs January already over with?! I can not believe it! I'm going to vow to be better at blogging. I realize I don't have to have anything epic to write on and I attempts at comedy are usually futile so...<br /><br />January in a wrap up session:<br /><br />We spent the first days of January in Warner Robins with Matt's family. A good time was had by all.<br /><br />I did my usual volunteering at the school and helped with duty-free lunch. I always like going and hanging out with Corbin's class at lunch. Kids are soooo gross, but always entertaining to say the least.<br /><br />The weekend of January 8 brought us a little snow, which cancelled school for Monday and then Tuesday, don't forget Wednesday... and Thursday! Friday was school holiday and so was the following Monday. So let's count. 10 days of no school right after they got off of winter break. It wasn't so bad, but the 10th-13th, we were pretty much housebound. The 3 or so inches of snow we got on Monday actually froze over and made the outside conditions less than functional- at least here in SC. EVERYTHING was shut down. Have mercy. I know that the boys got cabin fever, but we managed. We had lots of food and we stayed warm. They played out in the snow on Monday and no, I'm not prepared for this type of weather. I put plastic bags on their feet to keep them water-proof and we had no gloves so we gave them hand warmers. Baaaaddd, I know. I will be prepared next time.<br /><br />I've been feeling really run down physically. I had a little burst of energy that last about a week and then that whole feeling like I got hit by a truck came back. I could sleep where I stood. I fell asleep all the time whenever I got a free minute. I felt like I took sleep aids and was fighting the sleep that they are supposed to bring. Miserable, I tell ya. So, it all came to a head around the 20th. Taking a shower and minding my business, started feeling a little nauseated and then these pretty black spots started filling my vision. Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor of my stand up only shower with my arm hanging out of the open door. My elbow was bleeding and I couldn't even gather a thought. I stood up and finished my shower (a little freaked out to say the least) and then I later that morning, I ended up at the doctor b/c I felt so terrible! To sum it all up- nothing was wrong. Everything was fine. Blood counts, urine, everything. Chalked it up to low blood pressure. ok. At least I can feel it coming and do something to stop it now. In other baby news- went for my 16 week appointment yesterday and everything is going well. I've gained like 4 pounds total according to my chart, baby has a good strong heartbeat and on March 3rd, we find out what we're having! Exciting times.<br /><br />The boys are doing really well. Dane has become quite the dirty little fighter. He jammed Hunter's finger and can pretty much hold his own in a brawl. He's all about Scooby-Doo and Tom and Jerry. He's really into mega blocks right now. He loves nursery at church. And he likes to pretend that he is a puppy- we are forced to call his food "puppy food". I will start potty training him after I finish this set of diapers. He's beyond ready to train, I've just been a little unmotivated.<br /><br />Hunter is thriving in pre-school. He knows his address and phone number. He loves a little girl name McKayla because she is so pretty. :) He is all about his muscles and wants so desperately to have big ones. This need has caused him to randomly drop to the ground and pump out some push ups. Hilarious. He's serios too, though. The other day, I came into the living room to find him with his legs on the couch while he was busy pumping out some push ups on the floor. I didn't teach him any of this, but if that helps with the testerone I'm not gonna knock it. He is also obsessed with wearing the double shirt look (long sleeve shirt under the short sleeve shirt). You're only cool if you wear 2 shirts according to the book of Hunter. And jeans. Only jeans. And if they're torn in the knee all the better. Those are his only preferences, so I'm okay. I'll draw the line at black eye liner. Hunter is sick right now. First time all season. Crazy fevers, no appetites, and lethargy. No push ups to report for that last couple of days... but he did report to me that the whole in his armpit is getting deeper (when he flexes) LOL!<br /><br />Corbin is so over 3rd grade. He is enjoying his class this year though. He has a good teacher and I like that she is nice, but no nonsense. He has a girlfriend named Meridith. They were in 1st grade together too. He said that her friends get mad at her because she always wants to talk to him at lunch instead of them. It's only 3rd grade, so I'm not gonna sweat it for right now. She a cute kid and she hugs me every time I come to the class. I'm a sucker, I know. Corbin quit wrestling- just wasn't his thing. I think he's more of a lover, not a fighter. ;) He has joined the scout troop in our ward though. We've been bad about taking him and after some thought, Matt and I have decided to give the scouting program another go. Corbin is really into Italian ice right now for snacks. Outside of eating and sleeping (and when he doesn't get it taken away) he is playing his ds and wreaking havoc. :)<br /><br />I was supposed to write a short blog entry, but I guess that didn't work out. We're good, happy, and healthy (except for Hunter right now). Matt has become a work out god and health food fanatic- which I will not knock. I'm very proud of him and he looks great! I even gave him his own shelf in the fridge so his food won't get lost in the shuffle. Take care to everyone!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-997547161443218282010-12-28T11:53:00.003-05:002010-12-28T12:19:07.259-05:00December Trend Alert!**<em>Beats my forehead on the keyboard</em>** I took a total of zero pictures this Christmas. I don't know what happened. The thought honestly never occurred to me. sigh. Christmas was really nice. It was a very busy day and I couldn't wait for it to end, but I think it was a very successful day and a good time was had by all.<br /><br />So, onto December Trend Alert<br /><br />-<strong>Legos</strong> (Hunter), <strong>Plasma Car </strong>(Dane), Anything <strong>Kung Zhu</strong> related- toys, ds, anything (Corbin) **Dane calls the Kung Zhu's Bakugan... makes me laugh<br /><br />-<strong>Diary of a Wimpy Kid- the movie</strong>- I must say, this movie is quite funny. The boys have watched it at least once a day since Christmas and they still laugh at it hysterically like the first time and now Corbin has begun saying the lines along with the actors.<br /><br />-<strong>Dispicable Me</strong>- this movie, I think, has moved itself to the top tier of favorite animation movies for me... the kids loved it too!<br /><br />-<strong>Dexter</strong>- Matt and I finally sat down and watched Season 1 and 2 on Netflix. Wow! I see what all the hype was about. This show is a little dark, but funny, but a little showtime-esque. It's a little rough, but the storyline is fun!<br /><br />-<strong>Pudding</strong><br /><br />-<strong>Clementines</strong>-I've discovered that Hunter really likes these... and I eat 5+ a day. They are so good!<br /><br />-<strong>Scripture Study</strong>- We started this a few weeks back. Some nights are good, some nights are not very successful. But I'm glad to be doing it and I really think long term, this will be invaluable to all of us as a family.<br /><br />-<strong>"Ding!"</strong> while holding his index finger up- Hunter says this when you say something that he likes or may want. Example- Me: "Hunter, would you like to have an orange?" Hunter: "Ding!"<br /><br />-<strong>"Zoo Wee Mama!"</strong>- Thanks to Diary of a Wimpy Kid<br /><br />I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas season! See you next year!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-78552038635112662352010-12-22T08:44:00.003-05:002010-12-22T08:53:52.527-05:00From Our Family to Yours...MERRY CHRISTMAS from the Wilsons- Matt, Jaime, Corbin, Hunter, Dane, and baby on the way!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmQW0QQSSekfH5wjkmycbBlmNHjjLishuee1G95rFTVjPvyshVmTBBIhHOEiRRgPMm18wKkgPSiT6rMbpgBScxjSp6f_nw04MwKEzlPZlCCG71bK2IWgrhIeCHfxV1Qad8_tKUaV132a3/s1600/IMG_8303.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553503862376291090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmQW0QQSSekfH5wjkmycbBlmNHjjLishuee1G95rFTVjPvyshVmTBBIhHOEiRRgPMm18wKkgPSiT6rMbpgBScxjSp6f_nw04MwKEzlPZlCCG71bK2IWgrhIeCHfxV1Qad8_tKUaV132a3/s400/IMG_8303.JPG" /></a> I've decided to set aside my "bah hum bug" feelings and embrace the season. (Hormones- I will continue to blame them) This was going to be our Christmas card this year, but I had to remove a few to do things from my plate (and not to mention the budget). Have a wonderful Holiday Season!!Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-71430629551185651782010-12-14T07:47:00.006-05:002010-12-14T08:21:33.181-05:00Bah Hum Bug, I guess!Ya know, the holidays are supposed to be a happy time where our central focus should be on Christ. Instead, they are filled with the most extreme stress of the year for me personally. It doesn't matter if I plan to the hilt or don't plan at all, I've come to dread this time of year. I paste on my crazy smile and deal with the weird Christmas mayhem. I pretend to enjoy this time of year, but I don't. Too many presents to buy, too many expectations to fulfill, too many class parties, too many presents to buy (did I mention this already? Who cares), too many places to be, too many last minute homework that teachers want to assign before the holidays come... I could go on and on. Bah Hum Bug, I guess.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyr0_egsLvBrKSnnKpc9WXwvomsoh0DWVLnEmcq5bV3GiRHglIbOO0ZikNClDSL8VHOvTahb5T3YvaX5TQTT4hRSunp0CURk102nyiIQrAuNiht8wiliIeQdNKa9uR8PiO3bMVNfCeZYr/s1600/grinch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyr0_egsLvBrKSnnKpc9WXwvomsoh0DWVLnEmcq5bV3GiRHglIbOO0ZikNClDSL8VHOvTahb5T3YvaX5TQTT4hRSunp0CURk102nyiIQrAuNiht8wiliIeQdNKa9uR8PiO3bMVNfCeZYr/s320/grinch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550521511676260978"" /></a> <br />I apologize in advance... Don't mind me or my pleasant demeanor, I am who I am... or I am who my hormones dictate me to be. And right now, that mixed with my stress levels is morphing me into...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGJh1KxCisxKcf44F0Pe7jK1fliZGhSQ3yw7DmPeRWLvFzoTgDPQhrhtWWyaoD6N23CBCWNXOSkvdBTYqQ9E_-v4979utNBx1Z1TZrC_ar8KskZJmt6Ql56GjLNag8T_y_qa-xqqeZqFH/s1600/scrooge_mcduck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGJh1KxCisxKcf44F0Pe7jK1fliZGhSQ3yw7DmPeRWLvFzoTgDPQhrhtWWyaoD6N23CBCWNXOSkvdBTYqQ9E_-v4979utNBx1Z1TZrC_ar8KskZJmt6Ql56GjLNag8T_y_qa-xqqeZqFH/s320/scrooge_mcduck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550524381022302018" /></a><br />Yes, Scrooge McDuck! Please sir, can this holiday be peaceful? Please sir, can I just go to the store and shop instead of letting my shopping cart on Amazon just sit there waiting!? If I don't get my shopping out of the way soon, sir, I will implode! Please sir, can the weather warm up a little so stepping outside isn't physically painful? Please, please, please sir, throw me a friggin bone! <br /><br />So now, I paste on my crazy smile and wish everyone a Merry Christmas while in my head I'm really thinking Bah Hum Bug, I guess.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-54374695902891970862010-11-29T16:20:00.003-05:002010-11-30T07:28:59.600-05:00November Trend Alert<strong>Kung Zu </strong>-those gerbil toys<br /><strong>Popsicles</strong> - continue in popularity no matter how cold it gets<br /><strong>Dane finally graduated to a big boy bed </strong>...without a hitch!<br /><strong>Hunter began writing his name</strong>... on EVERYTHING!<br /><strong>Corbin and Hunter have discovered that having their own money to spend is pretty cool.</strong><br /><strong>Corbin planning a running schedule.</strong><br /><strong>I made Homemade mashed potatoes </strong>for the first time ever for Thanksgiving dinner<br /><strong>Decorating for Christmas</strong><br /><strong>Playing with the Nativity set </strong>that is not supposed to be played with... "Please put the camel back, Dane."<br /><strong>"CRISS, CROSS, CRISS, CROSS, CRASH!"</strong> -this phrase is constantly being chanted by Hunter thanks to that dang Hot Wheels commercial.<br /><strong>Round Robin Family prayer </strong>-everyone says a prayer during family prayer b/c everyone likes to pray now. I'm not complaining, I will never discourage my children from praying.<br /><strong>Polar Express </strong>-tis the season to bust it out. But score for us- we got a blu-Ray Polar Express from Target for 7.99 on Black Friday.<br /><strong>Corbin learning to clean </strong>-I actually made him vacuum the other day and he did a really good job and only complained a little bit in the beginning.<br /><strong>Walking Dead TV show on AMC</strong> -Words can't describe how cool this show is. Everytime I watch it, it never fails that that night I dream about zombies<br /><strong>Chloe Neill books</strong>- I just re-read them and they are very delicious books. Chloe Neill is the author- 3 books out so far in the series- Friday Night Bites, Some Girls Bite, and Twice Bitten. Dumb titles, fantastic reads!!! No kidding!<br /><strong>Hard-core morning, afternoon, and evening sickness</strong>-Bleh. 8 weeks today- first Doctor Appointment is on December 1.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-75928863455356182882010-11-29T14:39:00.005-05:002010-11-29T16:19:40.271-05:00AdventureMatt and I went to North Carolina/Tennessee border to hike a section of the Appalachian Trail for his Birthday weekend. The drive was beautiful! Believe it or not, I took this while in the car through the windows. :) We drove through Hot Springs, NC (our endpoint) to somewhere in Tennesee. I can't remember the name of this place. Matt got us a room at a Days Inn. I know. It was only for one night, so no big deal. Well, it turned out to be very scarey. The place looked like a place someone would get murdered at or a seedy place to meet seedy people to do seedy things with. hahahaha! I laugh now, but I had that creepy crawly feeling the entire time we stayed there. Plus, I thought the cracks in the wall and ceiling were lovely and added dimension to the place. But after the 7-8 or so hours spent there, even Matt said never again. So we woke up at 4am on November 13th and headed back to Hot Springs to meet our shuttle who would take us to our start point. We came to a place called Half Moon Outfitters where the owner, Daniel, drove us. If you ever want to meet a liberal hippie who hates the forest service and the government, he's your guy. He was cool though- not my cup of tea, but good for a laugh. <br /><br />So we finally got to the start of our hike. There was a mixture of nerves and excitement as we began. Did I mention that it was cold? Good things we started out with several layers of clothes. The first few miles were fun. We laughed and took lots of pictures (and probably wasted too much time) We made it to I-40 and that's when we crossed over to the most hellish climb. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzpZ2qleU3e01xisagwlNMhPIYcu4LW6fL1OmmreEc_0pcurnwEc-hLucz2uiKbqT6xknJChgsYtIBT-DX73HT1txTM70uQimgMHKjk6MJBAnZTQNEs0WMgluKoBEOukdqB9tc-oYZdsC/s1600/DSC03624.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545059966803502258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzpZ2qleU3e01xisagwlNMhPIYcu4LW6fL1OmmreEc_0pcurnwEc-hLucz2uiKbqT6xknJChgsYtIBT-DX73HT1txTM70uQimgMHKjk6MJBAnZTQNEs0WMgluKoBEOukdqB9tc-oYZdsC/s320/DSC03624.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELww0mFRU3mKpDxDceTEXZ5lAa8s0WDCO3Mzx_j1nxR1_ej643q-1yVrk0hzsulq_Ooj3dr7iTaMXNxd0bHl10rvjwvJXZL8VdVCrdEUPyc5q9LNJwbimuWgI6Fel5MMZqW6jzC8BJiSQ/s1600/DSC03628.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545059977625413490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELww0mFRU3mKpDxDceTEXZ5lAa8s0WDCO3Mzx_j1nxR1_ej643q-1yVrk0hzsulq_Ooj3dr7iTaMXNxd0bHl10rvjwvJXZL8VdVCrdEUPyc5q9LNJwbimuWgI6Fel5MMZqW6jzC8BJiSQ/s320/DSC03628.JPG" /></a><br />Matt pointing the way for us. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOjD5u1l4b-95keXQGdb7jfLIRupuh4gBldUB19wEsUNZsGj6rRfpHxpgffhft7xGmuc3nViMaO_RASU-3aIu-HIyLflwycYbbGiV68GW3XODtx0hXg5NdaqhQwg6grJYCEK5Ctgo2s6o/s1600/DSC03629.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545059986519032498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOjD5u1l4b-95keXQGdb7jfLIRupuh4gBldUB19wEsUNZsGj6rRfpHxpgffhft7xGmuc3nViMaO_RASU-3aIu-HIyLflwycYbbGiV68GW3XODtx0hXg5NdaqhQwg6grJYCEK5Ctgo2s6o/s320/DSC03629.JPG" /></a><br />But in actuality, we followed these. They are called White Blazes- they are marked along the way to let the hiker know they are on the right path. Always keep your eyes out for these. I kinda led us astray (not terribly) once b/c I wasn't paying attention.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_rr71qKXzqNTkoauT5V55gw3AZOFhj3Iq85lVURzTGbJe-D9zC7AoYgYh0xEwlOSKkdU9WGCUSWg1Wg-voE7FHPaZM2rXMGSrQwvQQ-8aSXwa4cD90x7jrJAHRoTcq_zO6GxyYtESh0R/s1600/DSC03631.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545059988228428098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_rr71qKXzqNTkoauT5V55gw3AZOFhj3Iq85lVURzTGbJe-D9zC7AoYgYh0xEwlOSKkdU9WGCUSWg1Wg-voE7FHPaZM2rXMGSrQwvQQ-8aSXwa4cD90x7jrJAHRoTcq_zO6GxyYtESh0R/s320/DSC03631.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs2Xn7fiRI79kp6c-80qVZAQGmnuTqoo4hfypwI-wmiS9qZcZyGreyDy_rOnKM4yRWxAVfMkzosicdFOi9vlfwBdRiHF62L8sbwagXPeuXY3FTzNjFuvmhBauZraGD7lfqoWZCCg_eikl/s1600/DSC03633.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545061225019677938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBs2Xn7fiRI79kp6c-80qVZAQGmnuTqoo4hfypwI-wmiS9qZcZyGreyDy_rOnKM4yRWxAVfMkzosicdFOi9vlfwBdRiHF62L8sbwagXPeuXY3FTzNjFuvmhBauZraGD7lfqoWZCCg_eikl/s320/DSC03633.JPG" /></a><br />We broke for lunch and peeled our capilene layers away. The beauty of this amazing material is it dries in minutes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IIGYElGTz_Bk_rZfiKIPP06yFObPCwPg8lyAekO2dGPiJmyNlS-QMkSNDP2qtGaGkVPZSx-gEf1AJqN-LENPY4-XFiL0I9TxaE2UusCjbViH_8cX2mLMAyT7y3lWs9YjDPINCMuoGpkR/s1600/DSC03635.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545061234458959186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3IIGYElGTz_Bk_rZfiKIPP06yFObPCwPg8lyAekO2dGPiJmyNlS-QMkSNDP2qtGaGkVPZSx-gEf1AJqN-LENPY4-XFiL0I9TxaE2UusCjbViH_8cX2mLMAyT7y3lWs9YjDPINCMuoGpkR/s320/DSC03635.JPG" /></a><br />v We took our shoes off too, to let our feet air out. The weather was so mild, almost a little hot. Lunch was peaceful. If we would have found a flat place, I might have even fallin asleep. We even were stalked by a chipmunk. You wouldn't believe how quiet it was out there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1nR6bkF-Jj6wPLhUIA9kagDEZdn2W884HnY09UnfqhMohRBBKp4gVK60Hz0d-7wQqgCodnWL89QEV9iQF1PEuI3yyC-XirndvaOsbYyqXGMRp0aDiQBM20Jh_gXcZi1XXmVn33lF_Bxl/s1600/DSC03636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545061248994239634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1nR6bkF-Jj6wPLhUIA9kagDEZdn2W884HnY09UnfqhMohRBBKp4gVK60Hz0d-7wQqgCodnWL89QEV9iQF1PEuI3yyC-XirndvaOsbYyqXGMRp0aDiQBM20Jh_gXcZi1XXmVn33lF_Bxl/s320/DSC03636.JPG" /></a><br />It took us 6 hours to get here- 7 miles straight up for 3000ft, we reached the summit of Snowbird Peak. It was very beautiful, but we couldn't stay. We basically took a couple of pictures and started back down. We were trying to get to the campsite or shelter area before dark. So we booked it downhill for the next couple of hours. By the end my toes were killing me!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNhuVIWFSGfgTjA7JeDrOjLKeVwsCfug4Wq5HNxJCU0ynQsT-Vibg7EHXzffyrRHs11i_7ivBB5-e0uiBXfIpw7Dqkruk3Hfc0Ztm8QdGv9LSqaX9fyqn0lURoEvqo7cKhc2xKYejugq7/s1600/DSC03644.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545061250437933042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNhuVIWFSGfgTjA7JeDrOjLKeVwsCfug4Wq5HNxJCU0ynQsT-Vibg7EHXzffyrRHs11i_7ivBB5-e0uiBXfIpw7Dqkruk3Hfc0Ztm8QdGv9LSqaX9fyqn0lURoEvqo7cKhc2xKYejugq7/s320/DSC03644.JPG" /></a><br />Yay! We made it- we were so gross and sweaty- I stole Matt's only short sleeve shirt-actually he gladly gave it to me. He was so good to me and took really good care of me during this trip.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudgBcf6C8LuuXBnMABbCRNvLqvj19uvkQHlfQVAsQs8FbeDK42uFX6ruhaxJpJnHu85ZxqJnJMPocGMtB-cZzKEFd0cSSXH_BzvjTyjNz_8-yzhxQ4EQIZPAcQFUwypRLmYbsEMvyNoNv/s1600/DSC03639.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062406440765090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudgBcf6C8LuuXBnMABbCRNvLqvj19uvkQHlfQVAsQs8FbeDK42uFX6ruhaxJpJnHu85ZxqJnJMPocGMtB-cZzKEFd0cSSXH_BzvjTyjNz_8-yzhxQ4EQIZPAcQFUwypRLmYbsEMvyNoNv/s320/DSC03639.JPG" /></a><br />Stop taking picures, Jaime, we have to go!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbPgOjjV6TvNKUPiUyHiTB6D49CkkxKzLgHNN0W-m8qpJzlkb-RTTQaE2Nh0a2fdZkzci3Ym6Gcsy8tkQenr7pj6G0GOR6RSu-SGydMrCtH5nVbLFR5x82bjykVeR6-4MwUYnNGw8rg52/s1600/DSC03648.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062430326402898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMbPgOjjV6TvNKUPiUyHiTB6D49CkkxKzLgHNN0W-m8qpJzlkb-RTTQaE2Nh0a2fdZkzci3Ym6Gcsy8tkQenr7pj6G0GOR6RSu-SGydMrCtH5nVbLFR5x82bjykVeR6-4MwUYnNGw8rg52/s320/DSC03648.JPG" /></a><br />Our tent that Matt set up while I regained my vision. You're walking on uneven ground and bouncing for hours carrying a lot of weight, so when I stopped, the platform in the shelter was moving in waves. My equilibrium was so off. Matt set our tent up and I got the sleeping bags and everything else set up while he cooked some soup for us for supper. It was dark, we'd eaten, written in our trail journals, and by 6:30 we went to bed. LOL! I know, right? But I slept all night until 6 the next morning, except for a few bathroom breaks. ( I made friends with this super nice tree) Matt had trouble sleeping because I kept rolling and pressing him into the wall of the tent. oops. I can't help that he set the tent at a slight incline. hahahahaha!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUleMroaypfPWiw5IGtfSYh5a5typXSd_CFRQ_hBHsgxnuKT4Lkq0EquHPYzkrGuhHq3q_r2z4WZuRtOeoXDLKkltMVuvYXfWxkLXpWTSoZPLFZp6wG8Vg0XeCystZshSPHKc-k8Fy-Xu/s1600/DSC03646.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062439157514562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUleMroaypfPWiw5IGtfSYh5a5typXSd_CFRQ_hBHsgxnuKT4Lkq0EquHPYzkrGuhHq3q_r2z4WZuRtOeoXDLKkltMVuvYXfWxkLXpWTSoZPLFZp6wG8Vg0XeCystZshSPHKc-k8Fy-Xu/s320/DSC03646.JPG" /></a><br />I woke up to Matt making breakfast- we ate some not so creamy grits... they were actually quite gritty and plain (no salt or butter) but they were super good! We broke camp, got our bags packed, and nursed my blister bubbles from the day before with some moleskin. But before we left, I had to check out the privy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKHayXcs3QSS4wg7e1jE16F20nh8J_gf34Kzjz7CMWR81SJfWpySjJsOo1qIoQmWpFYKxUUUO-hZjX3KJzjhMQVoNwl-OLDoMwJ_QVelchqxjR97z7-yy0xPD34XQbBqQ8-zBYZbWqPXf/s1600/DSC03649.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545062446906875890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKHayXcs3QSS4wg7e1jE16F20nh8J_gf34Kzjz7CMWR81SJfWpySjJsOo1qIoQmWpFYKxUUUO-hZjX3KJzjhMQVoNwl-OLDoMwJ_QVelchqxjR97z7-yy0xPD34XQbBqQ8-zBYZbWqPXf/s320/DSC03649.JPG" /></a><br />This. was. the privy. It was not a privilage to use. It was disgusting and scarey. If it were warmer weather I would not have gone near it. This picture does not even do it justice. It was not pretty. It's basically a hole in the ground with a putrid toilet on top of it. You throw in leaves or something to create a natural compost pile. bleh.<br /><br />Matt and I began hiking again... uphill. Which was not helping my blisters. My feet were so tired and I was so tired. I was beginning to feel sick, but I was determined not to ruin this for Matt. He kept taking things off of my back and putting them on his pack, but the hike was slowing going and my feet and not to mention my pregnant body (yep, that's what I said) was not working to our advantage. So a few miles in, Matt called it. I was in tears (mostly out of anger at my body for not being able to finish, but also because I felt I was ruining Matt's hike and his birthday weekend. He pulled out our SPOT communicator and let everyone know we were calling it and then found a signal to make calls for a pick up. We hike another mile or two to Brown Gap which also had road access. Daniel, our liberal hippie shuttle guy came and got us. On the way to road, we came across this. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW4-FdPZshU5nTUCpqGGQGwKDsRpcYvmR-KYK5AsABAFTcNvfL8L4wWEDkSA9npMSYOkmjCPSgpb11Bdvy37KA0goTYa3XN47wt5UHF3T55r9-F4lInnM7pFB8BsGlEN5knVdxFloS3O2/s1600/DSC03650.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545063606427229138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW4-FdPZshU5nTUCpqGGQGwKDsRpcYvmR-KYK5AsABAFTcNvfL8L4wWEDkSA9npMSYOkmjCPSgpb11Bdvy37KA0goTYa3XN47wt5UHF3T55r9-F4lInnM7pFB8BsGlEN5knVdxFloS3O2/s320/DSC03650.JPG" /></a><br />Yes, a blue cooler- AKA "Trail Magic" left by some "Trail Angels"<br />We'd heard about these gifts along the hiking trails, but never thought we'd come across some.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiF3-GiAW_scdw_nG3jNuuQ9a5p6H8E9TrUiH36fKpVId2Z_EQmODmjh9h4rOTpThNfKZ1dpw0p1tlmTAtFS2h9MQhHJ4aJ9uHsM057t4CpQPQGUtKCm9vmshCZgl7Rr2ixvlQOTGiNDO/s1600/DSC03651.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545063616590431330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPiF3-GiAW_scdw_nG3jNuuQ9a5p6H8E9TrUiH36fKpVId2Z_EQmODmjh9h4rOTpThNfKZ1dpw0p1tlmTAtFS2h9MQhHJ4aJ9uHsM057t4CpQPQGUtKCm9vmshCZgl7Rr2ixvlQOTGiNDO/s320/DSC03651.JPG" /></a><br />Inside we found soda, M&m's, and honeybuns. My spirits were down because of having to quit, but it definently brought a smile to Matt and I. We actually laughed and were in awe at this. It was a nice surprise and uplifting during those moments.<br /><br />Thus ended our hike. Daniel reached us, took us to Hot Springs, and we got our car and headed to Asheville to find a hot shower. ;) We ended up at a Holiday Inn and Suites (I think) which was sooooo nice. Seriously. It was new and the room was beautiful and the bathroom was all granite and had bath and body works stuff in it. We showered, ate dinner at Carrabba's, and went to watch a movie. We slept in a bit, explored downtown Asheville and then headed home (but not without an out of the way pitt stop at IKEA). It was a great weekend. Our adventure started out in the woods and took us to a place Matt had never been. It was all spontaneous after the hike and that was fun. I hope that Matt and I will continue with more adventures. I love you, Matt.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-21405776330238286212010-10-26T13:34:00.003-04:002010-10-26T14:04:49.469-04:00From a Child's MouthKids say some amazing things sometimes that really impact us in the smallest ways, right?! This morning in the car, Hunter and I had a rather unique conversation. It was so neat, I decided to come home and write it down so I wouldn't forget this. I know I typically write quotes from my kids on the sidebar, but this was too long and too good to put over there...<br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: Mom, we live on Earf?<br /><br /><strong>Me</strong>: Huh? Earth?<br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: Yeah, Earf.<br /><br /><strong>Me</strong>: Yeah.<br /><br /><em>Silence</em>. <em> I looked in the rearview mirror and Hunter is looking in the sky.</em><br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: It's raining on Earf.<br /><br /><em>Silence</em><br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: I miss all the people...<br /><br /><em>Silence</em><br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: And I miss our home.<br /><br /><em>I turn around to see him because we're at a stop light. He's just looking out the window.</em><br /><br /><strong>Me</strong>: But we have a nice home here, too, right?<br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: Yeah<br /><br /><em>Another moment of silence and then Hunter looks at me and smiles really big</em><br /><br /><strong>Hunter</strong>: I like popsicles a whole lot! <br /><br /><strong>Me</strong>: <em>Smiles.</em><br /><br />I love little moments like this. They make me happy and they also remind me that moments like this make staying at home worthwhile and valuable.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-79466917581604126952010-10-21T14:54:00.002-04:002010-10-21T15:23:43.212-04:00Trend AlertFor the month of October, the trends in our house goes as follows:<br /><br />-<strong>Toy Story 3</strong><br /><br />-<strong>Lighting McQueen </strong>(Dane)<br /><br />-<strong>Iron Man</strong><br /><br />-<strong>Dinosaurs</strong> (they have made an epic, "John Travolta" come back in our house-glad I didn't get rid of them)<br /><br />-<strong>Normal Popsicles </strong>(cherry, grape, orange kind... and oh so messy)<br /><br />-<strong>Corbin begging to go back to carpool for school pick up </strong>(uh, h*!! to da no! I will never participate in that madness eva again)<br /><br />-<strong>Prepping for the big hike on the Appalachian Trail </strong>(my trail name is gonna be Alpha, of course- and Matt is gonna be Tango. Alpha + Tango = AT or Appalachian Trail)<br /><br />-<strong>Hunter's Lion </strong>(he's become unusually loving toward his stuffed companion)<br /><br />-<strong>Dane climbing out of the crib </strong>(and at all hours of the night now- OMG!)<br /><br />-<strong>DIY projects </strong>(I find a certain amount of therapy in doing these- the latest is painting the window shutters)<br /><br />-<strong>Still running </strong>(not a trend, new way of life- ran a 10k Hammer the Hills Habitat for Humanity race in 1:08...not too shabby for my first go- I beat the 84 year old guy by 3 mins. lol!)<br /><br />-<strong>Pumkin decorating</strong><br /><br />-<strong>Halloween costume shopping </strong>(Corbin will be Dastan from the Prince of Persia, Hunter will be some kind of Red Dragon Ninja, and Dane chose to be Scooby Doo)<br /><br />-<strong>Fall TV started </strong>- House, Grey's, Private Practice, Vampire Diaries, Cutthroat- RW/RR challenge (woot, woot), some truck driver show that I find fascinatingJaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812824047243107408.post-33867455029629318012010-10-14T09:46:00.002-04:002010-10-14T10:45:24.601-04:00Trauma, Melodrama, and Angst sprinkled with a little bit of WAAAHHHH!I'm a walking cliche. Yes, I do believe I am. I'm posting today because tomorrow I will sink into that abyss of Friday, October 15th, to wallow and cry, eat some California Dreaming while dreaming of days of yore as I inhale that strawberry daquiri that I get once a year when I go... Then I will emerge on Saturday, October 16th- dare I say it??!.. Th- Thi-Thir-Thirt- <strong>THIRTY</strong>!!! To quote a wise man named Kanye (uh-hem), "Now that don't kill me can only make me stronger"... that said, this ordeal will not kill me and I will (eventually) get over this and move on with my good life.<br /><br />But today, I will dread and cry myself puffy and complain and be dramatic because I can and I will! In all seriousness, this is a hard pill for me to swallow. Turning 30 to me is a marker of sorts. I'm officially "marked" as an adult now. Do I feel 30? I don't know. All I know is that it feels unreal. 18 was yesterday for heaven's sake!! I mean I just turned 29 five minutes ago! I just. can't. accept. it... Today (or tomorrow) at least. <br /><br />According to society, I'm way ahead in the game of life. I have a good life- great husband, awesome kids, a nice house... It really is charmed. But I think the "mark" reminds me of what I personally have not done. Questions that I have about myself, I feel, should have been answered during my twenties... but they haven't. I'm thirty and I still don't know anything! I need more time to figure stuff out. Thirty marks being a real grown up as I said earlier. I should have my stuff together so I can enjoy and coast the rest of the way through my mortal life. Maybe my expectations are completely unrealistic and maybe I just need to let go and let it be. I will, but not today. I need today... and tomorrow... and then I'll be good. Aaannnnnnd scene.Jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04445508293742022037noreply@blogger.com3