It's been a few days since I have written. Sick kids and a sick momma will put a kink in your blogging world. My kids were just starting to slide into home and woooom I woke up with the stomach bug Thursday morning. Nice. Nothing like feeling like you would like to crawl under a rock and die and still having to take care of 3 kids. We made it through the 24 hour bug and in fact, I welcomed the stomach to me, and just kind of called it a weight loss bonus (LOL). Anyways, we are all good to go this morning (knock on wood) and plan on getting out of the house today. I did not win the lotto last night, which sucks considering I was already planning on it and had magazine pages dog eared on all the good crap I was going to buy. Not really; that would make for a sad, sad life. As I am drinking my first Herbalife shake since Wednesday morning, it is going down rather hard, but I'm going to do it.
Can anyone guess how many boxes I got packed this week? If you guessed zero, you would be right! I have already packed a bunch up and it is to that point that almost the rest of the house has to be packed the day of moving day. I know I have said it before, but I am so friggin excited about getting a new house!!! For the first time in many years, I will have a porch and for the first time EVER, we will have a FENCED yard for the kids!!! The fenced yard was a must considering our Middleton Crue (what we call Crue since he's the middle kid.. not Kate) runs away. Yes, he's a runner; not long ago we were packing and Cash and I were playing a joke on Crue and he got mad at us and left... I watched out the door where he was going and he went across the street to the Lucero's, knocked on the door and hollered, "Robin, help me!" hahahaha I was literally LMFAO as he was doing this. No one was home, but he was convinced he was NOT coming home; we took the trash to the dumpster and Crue had made himself at home, just sitting on their porch. It took some bribing, but we got him to come home. Needless to say, this is why our Middleton has to be in a fenced perimeter.
My crazy girl Bryn is rolling all over the place now. We have surpassed that point where she can just lay on the couch and be a 'good baby'; now she has to lay in the floor because as soon as I lay her down she just gets to rolling! By the way she is wiggling around once she gets on her belly, I am guessing crawling is going to be sooner rather than later. She is still 4 months old; well she will be 5 months old next Friday, but still, to me she is still a tee tiny baby.
I am going to talk about one member of the family I have yet to talk about: Charlie Dog Hayes. He is half chihuahua half boston terrier; looks more like Derek. He is almost 5 years old and he is our oldest kid. Derek surprised me with him when I was pregnant with Cash. I remember that day so well because Derek had called on his way home from work saying he had gotten me a surprise. Well, knowing Derek, I knew that it had to be a dog, so when he pulled up to the house and got out holding this tiny puppy I got kind of excited for just a second until I realized the puppy was a BOY. I immediately started bawling, saying, "He's a boy!" I was so upset that Derek had got me a male dog. I don't know why; must have been the large quantities of pregnancy hormones, or that fact that I never wanted a male dog. Anyways, 5 years later and Charlie is still around, fatter than ever, and literally the BEST dog a family could have for kids. The first morning after we had brought Cash home from the hospital, Char jumped up on the couch, dropped a ball at Cash's feet, ready to play. He sleeps with the boys every night. He's a good dog, and even though I always say he annoys me, I will be sad and cry worse than the day I got him whenever he dies. I can't wait until the day I walk into Bryn's room and she has Char all dressed up in doll clothes and has her bows on him.
If I wasn't in kind of a time crunch, I would totally write a story this morning. I am in a total story writing mood, but the washing machine just finished and the shower is calling my name. However, I am not going to promise anything, but I may sit down tonight and write a story. All my stories are fiction and have no relation to my life, I just LOVE writing stories. I have folders and folders of stories that I wrote from whenever I was a kid.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Tuesday Schmoosday
Yesterday Cash had his first t-ball practice. Wow. For me it leaves me with this bittersweet feeling; I am so happy for him to be old enough to make friends and 'have a life' outside of this house, but in the same I am completely saddened that he is old enough for any of this--why do kids grow up so fast?! Seems like it was yesterday that he was a little baby and it was just me and him during the day.... Now it is him, Crue, Bryn, and me! Anyways.... he absolutely LOVED t-ball!! Knowing how Cash is, I figured he would totally back out and not go through with it, but he totally surprised me by loving it and keeps asking when he gets to go back!!! Yay!!! As I sat in my skinny van yesterday watching him play and 'be a kid', I found myself smiling like an idiot. I am sure if people that were driving by saw me they were probably thinking I was a creeper or something haha.
Today I signed up to participate in the MS Walk in Amarillo in a couple of weeks. I am so excited to take my kids and be a part of that. My goal is to raise $225 in donations so I am hoping I can reach my goal by then! By signing up and taking my kids along with me, I hope to start a tradition of teaching them to help out organizations and just to generally become better citizens.
In other exciting, yet pointless news the new 16 & Pregnant starts tonight and I am so excited!!! Am I a total loser for looking forward to new shows coming on? Yes. Another one of my favorite shows started last night -- Secret Life of An American Teenager. I was so excited for it to come on and I put all the kids in bed, set down and turned it on and it SUCKED! Hopefully it gets better or I may have to stop watching it.
What else to talk about?? I ordered myself some stuff (which I NEVER do; I never buy anything for myself), which included a new purse and the Pioneer Woman's cookbooks, and I am sooo excited to start reading them! I absolutely love her!
My diet is going really good. I have been able to put up my new jeans I bought last month due to them being too big already! Go me! Don't get me wrong, there are so many times, like today, that I could make me some eggless cookie dough, prop my ass on the couch, turn on a movie, and veg out... BUT instead, I ate a couple fish sticks for lunch with a side of some zucchini patty cake things and will have my other shake for supper tonight. As nice as it is outside I may decide to go walking this evening too.. (MAY being the key word ;)).
As I look out the window I see my weeds (no grass... the weeds have overtaken the grass) growing as I watch.. Yard work is one of the most hated things that I have to do. I would rather eat doo doo than do yard work. That is hatred. I could always hire it done, but then I would not have anything to bitch about, so where would the fun be in it? Maybe I will not mind yard work once we get moved into our new house, considering we will have an actual fenced yard where the kids can play and we can sit outside and hang out. Which brings me to my next point - - as of right now we are scheduled to close on our new house on April 27... so a month from TODAY! WOOT!!! However, I know exactly what April 27 could mean -- it could mean that day or 12121 weeks from then. Either way.. I am beyond excited to move to a different house and start our life there.
Today I signed up to participate in the MS Walk in Amarillo in a couple of weeks. I am so excited to take my kids and be a part of that. My goal is to raise $225 in donations so I am hoping I can reach my goal by then! By signing up and taking my kids along with me, I hope to start a tradition of teaching them to help out organizations and just to generally become better citizens.
In other exciting, yet pointless news the new 16 & Pregnant starts tonight and I am so excited!!! Am I a total loser for looking forward to new shows coming on? Yes. Another one of my favorite shows started last night -- Secret Life of An American Teenager. I was so excited for it to come on and I put all the kids in bed, set down and turned it on and it SUCKED! Hopefully it gets better or I may have to stop watching it.
What else to talk about?? I ordered myself some stuff (which I NEVER do; I never buy anything for myself), which included a new purse and the Pioneer Woman's cookbooks, and I am sooo excited to start reading them! I absolutely love her!
My diet is going really good. I have been able to put up my new jeans I bought last month due to them being too big already! Go me! Don't get me wrong, there are so many times, like today, that I could make me some eggless cookie dough, prop my ass on the couch, turn on a movie, and veg out... BUT instead, I ate a couple fish sticks for lunch with a side of some zucchini patty cake things and will have my other shake for supper tonight. As nice as it is outside I may decide to go walking this evening too.. (MAY being the key word ;)).
As I look out the window I see my weeds (no grass... the weeds have overtaken the grass) growing as I watch.. Yard work is one of the most hated things that I have to do. I would rather eat doo doo than do yard work. That is hatred. I could always hire it done, but then I would not have anything to bitch about, so where would the fun be in it? Maybe I will not mind yard work once we get moved into our new house, considering we will have an actual fenced yard where the kids can play and we can sit outside and hang out. Which brings me to my next point - - as of right now we are scheduled to close on our new house on April 27... so a month from TODAY! WOOT!!! However, I know exactly what April 27 could mean -- it could mean that day or 12121 weeks from then. Either way.. I am beyond excited to move to a different house and start our life there.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Second Randomness
Sick. Kids. Two words that when put together SUCKS. I will say that I am so very blessed and thankful that my kids only get sick every now and then and that they are not 'sick' with a horrible disease. Anyways, my kids have that croupy crud that basically everyone has right now and I am so far beyond ready for them to be back to their old well selves. My husband passed down a LOVELY trait to my kids that he has: coughing too much induces vomiting; pretty explanatory. I have cleaned up more vomit in the past 4 days than I ever imagined. Poor Cash got up sometime during the night and puked in the bathroom floor; however, he did try to 'clean' it up by pulling an almost "Big Daddy" and just spreading a towel on top of the vomit. Crue has puked somewhere around 3 times since yesterday morning: twice on the couch and once in my freshly detailed skinny van. Oh well. Bryn puked Friday night in her bed and hasn't since then. I am hoping that tonight will be a good night.
The weekend was a good one; Derek got to come home Friday night, but had to go back this afternoon. We went to Amarillo yesterday to eat dinner and to get Cash t-ball stuff. The fact that my baby is old enough to play a team sport makes me sad. Having Derek home for the weekend is always a nice break on me. Whenever the boys are fighting I just call on Derek for backup and this morning after I had cleaned up all the vomit and changed the 10,000th diaper I HAD to have a break, so I just got the keys and told Derek I would be back in a bit. Of course, my idea of a break consisted of checking the mail, getting a tea, and then coming home; 20 minutes tops.
After eating BBQ last night at Cattle Call it was time to get back on the Herbalife Wagon today. I have been back on Herbalife since last Monday and doing better than I had expected. I passionately hate dieting. I have always had weight problems and have always had to diet and the sheer idea of dieting makes me want to punch a skinny bitch in the face. Sorry. However, in the same sense, due to the fact that I know what kind of awesome results I can get by dieting right, it is almost a 'high' whenever I put on a pair of jeans and they are loser than the last time I put them on and when I step on the scale and see the numbers going down; it's like I need to diet more and more. I have done just about every diet out there and Herbalife is the one true diet that does not make me feel deprived and allows me to have a 'splurge' day usually once a week and still have awesome results. I guess enough about the dieting part; this isn't an infomercial.
Our house is now for sale. We are in the process of buying another one here in Fritch and so time to sell ours. It would be an ideal house to buy, flip, and either rent it out or sale it for a big profit. Hopefully we will get a buyer quickly so I won't have to start stressing about it. Off the subject, but a Dairy Queen commercial just came on... I saw on DQ's billboard dilly today that they now have shrimp baskets... WTF!? I do not know whether to haul ass to the toilet and vomit or drive as fast as the skinny van will go to get one!!??
Bedtime is an awesome thing. Unlike the inventor or Capri Suns, the inventor of a set bedtime should be put on a pedestal and brought sugar cookies hourly. I say unlike the inventor of Capri Suns because whoever invented "juice in a bag" should be put on death row. This alleged inventor obviously did not have kids and hated people for having kids, so therefore, figured he could punish them by putting a sticky juice in a bag so that children can squeeze it out everywhere.
I will close for now because this blog tonight is basically all over the place. I have a somewhat boring week: packing, cleaning, and possibly (uhggg) mowing and weed eating my yard.
The weekend was a good one; Derek got to come home Friday night, but had to go back this afternoon. We went to Amarillo yesterday to eat dinner and to get Cash t-ball stuff. The fact that my baby is old enough to play a team sport makes me sad. Having Derek home for the weekend is always a nice break on me. Whenever the boys are fighting I just call on Derek for backup and this morning after I had cleaned up all the vomit and changed the 10,000th diaper I HAD to have a break, so I just got the keys and told Derek I would be back in a bit. Of course, my idea of a break consisted of checking the mail, getting a tea, and then coming home; 20 minutes tops.
After eating BBQ last night at Cattle Call it was time to get back on the Herbalife Wagon today. I have been back on Herbalife since last Monday and doing better than I had expected. I passionately hate dieting. I have always had weight problems and have always had to diet and the sheer idea of dieting makes me want to punch a skinny bitch in the face. Sorry. However, in the same sense, due to the fact that I know what kind of awesome results I can get by dieting right, it is almost a 'high' whenever I put on a pair of jeans and they are loser than the last time I put them on and when I step on the scale and see the numbers going down; it's like I need to diet more and more. I have done just about every diet out there and Herbalife is the one true diet that does not make me feel deprived and allows me to have a 'splurge' day usually once a week and still have awesome results. I guess enough about the dieting part; this isn't an infomercial.
Our house is now for sale. We are in the process of buying another one here in Fritch and so time to sell ours. It would be an ideal house to buy, flip, and either rent it out or sale it for a big profit. Hopefully we will get a buyer quickly so I won't have to start stressing about it. Off the subject, but a Dairy Queen commercial just came on... I saw on DQ's billboard dilly today that they now have shrimp baskets... WTF!? I do not know whether to haul ass to the toilet and vomit or drive as fast as the skinny van will go to get one!!??
Bedtime is an awesome thing. Unlike the inventor or Capri Suns, the inventor of a set bedtime should be put on a pedestal and brought sugar cookies hourly. I say unlike the inventor of Capri Suns because whoever invented "juice in a bag" should be put on death row. This alleged inventor obviously did not have kids and hated people for having kids, so therefore, figured he could punish them by putting a sticky juice in a bag so that children can squeeze it out everywhere.
I will close for now because this blog tonight is basically all over the place. I have a somewhat boring week: packing, cleaning, and possibly (uhggg) mowing and weed eating my yard.
Friday, March 23, 2012
My first blog. Ever.
Now that I am done with school (for now anyways), I feel like I should be doing something. You would think that considering my kids and the fact that Derek works out of town, I would be completely exhausted at the end of the day, but no, not me! The older I get, I like to craft (which almost sickens me, because I used to make fun of people who craft) and I also like to clean; which means that if it wasn't for my kids and Derek (when he is home) I am about 5 steps away from becoming the 'Crazy Cat Lady' (other than the fact that I hate cats). Having a blog will give me something to do each day and a way to relax by writing about that day or random thoughts that I have. I have always LOVED writing stories, which who knows - I may throw a made up story in here and there... never know about me.
I guess I will start off by talking a little about my life; even though for the most part, my readers should know me by now, this gives me something to do and a way of starting out my blog.
Me. I have been married since November 26, 2005. I have been with Derek since February 2004 (our Senior year). I am glad we found each other. I can honestly say that Derek is my best friend. He makes me smile, laugh, mad, sad, and every other emotion that best friends make each other. Of course we have our arguments; which generally results from him being wrong in some way and of course I am ALWAYS right ;). We do not always see eye-to-eye, but we have fun for the most part.
Cash Jackson Hayes. My first born that is too smart for his own good. That knows better words than a lot of adults I know. For instance, the other day he was talking about something and he says, "They are a miscreant..." HUH?! I had to ask my 4 year old what a miscreant was. I hope to see Cash do so many good things with his life. He is also my wild child; he has more spirit than my other two, and even though many times he makes me crazy, I love him for that same spirit. Cash was our first gift from God; it took us almost 2 years and fertility drugs to get pregnant with him and he made me a Mother.
Crue Tyler Hayes. My little Bug, also my middle child. I always knew I wanted more than one child, but the sheer thought of having to try for years to get pregnant again made me sick to my stomach and I was utterly surprised and completely elated to find out I had gotten pregnant by a surprise on Mother's Day 2009. I instantly knew he was a boy. Crue is a fearless kid who, the older he gets, is getting meaner and meaner (but I believe is partly due to Cash picking on him for 2 years now). He has a temper and if you make him mad, he is just pretty much done with you for the day. The last time Derek got to come home for the weekend, Crue would hardly have anything to do with him because I guess he was mad at him for being gone and then finally once he was ready to 'be friends' it was time for Derek to leave again.
Bryn Taylor Hayes. My daughter. My third child. Our last surprise that completed our family. Finding out I was pregnant, I cried and cried. I had always thought I wanted three children, but I sure knew that I did not want them as close as they wound up being. It took until I was like almost three months pregnant until I became 'excited' about having another baby. I don't know if it was my hopes for a girl or my mothers' instinct, but I just KNEW she was a girl the whole time. She is definitely our little Princess. She has more bows than she can wear and her room radiates pink. For my daughter I want her to do so much with her life; not that I don't want the same for my sons, but it is just different for her. For instance, I want her to get an education right after high school and I don't want her to get married and start having kids right after she gets out of school; I would love her to see the world and get to experience many different cultures. Buuuuut, I know that she is going to do exactly what she wants to do, and even if it is not what I will have envisioned for her, I will try to be happy for her.
Well, my first blog should end here and considering the dryer just buzzed and hollered my name, I will close for now and fold clothes. Fun.
I guess I will start off by talking a little about my life; even though for the most part, my readers should know me by now, this gives me something to do and a way of starting out my blog.
Me. I have been married since November 26, 2005. I have been with Derek since February 2004 (our Senior year). I am glad we found each other. I can honestly say that Derek is my best friend. He makes me smile, laugh, mad, sad, and every other emotion that best friends make each other. Of course we have our arguments; which generally results from him being wrong in some way and of course I am ALWAYS right ;). We do not always see eye-to-eye, but we have fun for the most part.
Cash Jackson Hayes. My first born that is too smart for his own good. That knows better words than a lot of adults I know. For instance, the other day he was talking about something and he says, "They are a miscreant..." HUH?! I had to ask my 4 year old what a miscreant was. I hope to see Cash do so many good things with his life. He is also my wild child; he has more spirit than my other two, and even though many times he makes me crazy, I love him for that same spirit. Cash was our first gift from God; it took us almost 2 years and fertility drugs to get pregnant with him and he made me a Mother.
Crue Tyler Hayes. My little Bug, also my middle child. I always knew I wanted more than one child, but the sheer thought of having to try for years to get pregnant again made me sick to my stomach and I was utterly surprised and completely elated to find out I had gotten pregnant by a surprise on Mother's Day 2009. I instantly knew he was a boy. Crue is a fearless kid who, the older he gets, is getting meaner and meaner (but I believe is partly due to Cash picking on him for 2 years now). He has a temper and if you make him mad, he is just pretty much done with you for the day. The last time Derek got to come home for the weekend, Crue would hardly have anything to do with him because I guess he was mad at him for being gone and then finally once he was ready to 'be friends' it was time for Derek to leave again.
Bryn Taylor Hayes. My daughter. My third child. Our last surprise that completed our family. Finding out I was pregnant, I cried and cried. I had always thought I wanted three children, but I sure knew that I did not want them as close as they wound up being. It took until I was like almost three months pregnant until I became 'excited' about having another baby. I don't know if it was my hopes for a girl or my mothers' instinct, but I just KNEW she was a girl the whole time. She is definitely our little Princess. She has more bows than she can wear and her room radiates pink. For my daughter I want her to do so much with her life; not that I don't want the same for my sons, but it is just different for her. For instance, I want her to get an education right after high school and I don't want her to get married and start having kids right after she gets out of school; I would love her to see the world and get to experience many different cultures. Buuuuut, I know that she is going to do exactly what she wants to do, and even if it is not what I will have envisioned for her, I will try to be happy for her.
Well, my first blog should end here and considering the dryer just buzzed and hollered my name, I will close for now and fold clothes. Fun.
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