Goldilocks is clueless!

We all know the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. She went through the porridge and the chairs and then the bed. She thought Baby Bear's bed was "just right". Well, no Goldilocks, you're wrong. Completely wrong! Or at least so according to my children!
It seems that Momma Bear and Daddy Bear's bed is just right. You see, we put the kids to bed in their own beds. Well, Walker and Brody sleep together because Brody is scared of the dark, or just to be alone period. And then Avery sleeps in her bed! Sounds good, right? Well, it is until about 2:00 or so every morning when I am in a deep, hibernated sleep. Then I hear "momma". I ignore it, thinking it will go away. "momma". it's like a nagging, yet familiar sound. "momma". There it is again....what is that noise? "MOMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Oh, now it's all too clear what it is when I pry my eyes open and see 1 of 3 children standing there.
More often times than not it's Avery in there first. She not only walks in there from her room, but she is loaded down with pillow, blanket and baby in hand. So I semi-consciously manage to move my arm to heave her up on the bed and she crawls in between Kevin and I. Or should I say more accurately, she attaches herself to my butt or hip and stays there.
Next, I hear "momma, can I fweep wif you?" I don't even open my eyes because I know it's Brody. Only my sweet Brody talks that way and asks before he hops in bed. Even though he asks first, he knows he's obligated at that point because there is one sibling in the bed with me, and how could I possibly let one and not the others. So he puts himself down at the end of the bed and covers up with the comforter. So now, I am laid on my side with one stuck up my tail and the other at my feet, which now forces my legs up to my chin.
Enter child #3.....and before you start, mothers, trying to tell me how I need to break that habit, don't even bother. I won't listen to it. I've tried it, failed at it miserably, and now I'm used to it. When those babies are 16, they aren't gonna want to sleep with mom anymore. So I'm going to enjoy it no matter how little bit of sleep I get.
Sorry, back to #3. My oldest....Walker. He usually sleeps through the night in his bed. But if he does wake and find that Brody isn't in bed with him anymore, he will come in my room and survey the lay of the land (bed) and decide where he can fit best, if even at all. I've actually watched him before look around the bed to see where he should plop down. And at times, he will look to see who's in there and then walk back to his bed defeated. And then, I can't stand that. It breaks my heart to know he's back in his room by himself, so I'll crawl in bed with him. After all, I've been shoved out of my bed by now.
So Goldilocks, I respect your opinion that Baby Bear's bed is just right. But for now, I'm enjoying the fact that Momma Bear's bed is best!

"Back in the day"

I recently joined Facebook as a way to stay in touch with people that I literally have not laid eyes on in years. I was really against Facebook because I thought it was a waste of time, but now I am completely addicted to it. I love re-connecting and seeing pics of people now and from "back in the day". Most of us girls had hair up to there that wouldn't move, and could easily catch on fire from the amount of hair spray we had in it. The boys had either mullets or rat tails. We wore tye-died shirts and tight-rolled our blue jeans. We HAD to have a pair of Sebago shoes and jelly shoes. And we hung out at the square. Our biggest concerns were whether the cutest boy in school liked us, or if so and so said something behind our back. Life was so simple. Now we have to worry about losing our job in this terrible economy, terrorists attacking our soil, or our children being exposed to things at too early of an age. But we asked for it. We couldn't wait to turn 16, to get that license. We couldn't wait to turn 18, cause that was THE age. We couldn't wait to turn 21, to be legal. We couldn't wait to get married and have a house full of kids. We couldn't wait to get out of our parent's house cause they were driving us crazy. Now we have to worry about how we are going to afford to pay the $500 utility bill that we couldn't wait to get because that meant we were older! Ugh.... I wouldn't take back a thing now because I have a beautiful family, but I do wonder why I was in such a hurry to grow up!

Thank you God!

Jenna had her second and last surgery yesterday, and it went perfectly! They do not suspect she will have any kind of problems with motor skills, paralysis, etc.... She should go home this weekend and be able to get back to living a normal life again!

Thank you God for laying your hands on those doctors performing her surgery, and for bringing Jenna through it with no complications. God is good!

How old do you have to be to be HOT?

OK, so Walker's friend Tucker comes to our house on Saturday and proceeds to tell me that a girl in his class thinks he's hot. I about fall out of my seat because I am not expecting a 6 year old girl to know what that means, but I sit and listen to what he has to say about it. She supposedly told one of her friends, who then told Tucker, and I'm sitting there thinking that I don't recall thinking boys were hot at that age. If anything, that annoyed the heck out of me. I was SCARED to death of boys at that age. They were dirty, mean, and loud. I know things have changed drastically in the 20 something years since I was that age, but my goodness. Has it gotten that bad that a 6 year old girl knows what it means for a boy to be hot? And does my son think the same thing about girls? I try not to ask him much, but when I do ask if he thinks a girl is cute, he'll just smile and say he doesn't know. Parenting is the most wonderful thing in the world, but it's also the absolute hardest thing.

Jenna update

Well, Jenna had the first part of her surgery on Tuesday. The surgeon said it could not have gone any smoother. What a relief and an answer to a prayer. She has been having some seizure activity, but they need her to have 3-5 good ones to measure the effect it has on her brain so they will know which parts to remove. She is a trooper. She was drinking Sprite on Tuesday night, and I received a picture of her sitting up in the bed playing her DS. I tell you what, these kids bounce back so quickly.

Please continue to pray for Jenna, as the next part of her surgery is probably going to be on Tuesday.

Miss Jenna

Hello to you all! Another week has flown by, and I sit and wonder where the time went.
I would like for you all to say a prayer for my friends Neal and Keri Douthit, as their 4 year old daughter will be going in tomorrow for the first part of very intrusive brain surgery. It begins at 7:30 am, and it could last 6-8 hours. Such a long ordeal for these parents to have to go through. But I pray that God guide those doctor's hands, that God cover her parents in peace and strength, and that Jenna will make it through the first part with no complications! I plan on going down tomorrow, but I will post something on Wednesday.

PRAY FERVENTLY!!!!!!!

Santa's Village....at last!

I realize I am very late posting these pics, but considering the circumstances I've been under lately, I'm sure you are willing to forgive me. :) These are from Walker's field trip to Santa's Village back in early December. The kids had a great time. Then we went on to every kid's dream and every parent's nightmare....CHUCK E CHEESE! I must say it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be with 100 screaming kids. Or maybe I'm used to it? Whatever the case, I set up camp at skee ball having a good ol' time. That is until some kid came and asked me if I could move so he could play. UGH! Whatever.... :) Just kidding, I happily obliged.

Walker's class getting ready to dance!

My little cousin Jaxon! Love you!

Walker is so proud of his gingerbread man!

Lining up to play a game with Granny Elf!

Mrs. Emerson and her first grade class!

Walker and his good buddy Austin!