Baby Girl is a Teen-Ager!!!

Where has the time gone? My baby girl turns 13 tomorrow. She has brought us so much joy in her short life. Here is a video tribute to her, watch her grow up before your eyes:


My Baby is 11 today!!!

Today my baby boy, Mr. Athletic turns 11. This year is really special because his birthday falls exactly like it did the year he was born. He was born on a Monday, the day after Easter. I went into Labor with him on Saturday, the night before Easter. Because Easter is a moving holiday, this is the first time that Easter has fallen the day before his birthday. This will only happen again two more times. The next time will be on his 22nd birthday in 2020 and the final time will be on his 95th birthday in 2093.  I hope he is still around to celebrate that one!!!

This year was also extra special because he appreciated his birthday and presents so much more this year. I told him I couldn’t afford to get him a gift, so my gift to him was for him to watch me do his Saturday chores and he had to tell me what to do. He sure enjoyed watching me clean the bathroom sink, toilet, tub, and then clean the kitchen and do all the dishes. Then I moped the floor under his careful direction.  He didn’t complain when he thought that was all he was gonna get, he understood that money is tight.

Then I gave him the MP3 player we bought for him. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he got it. I can’t tell you how many times he said “I love you mom!”  He just had so much fun this year, and that allowed all of us to have fun too. He loved the scavenger hunt from his Grandpa and Grandma V and found a basketball in the hoop (Getting it down was fun too). He also loved the baseball bat and glove he got from his Grandma and Grandpa T. And he had a blast at the restaurant he picked, Hooters.

Today he is spending the day with his dad and sisters. I miss him, but I am so proud of the little boy that I have. He is becoming an incredible man.

August 17, 1996

My mom and siblings had arrived 2 days prior from Virginia. Their car had been robbed while they stayed at the Motel 6 in Amarillo TX. on the way to Tucson AZ. I woke up the morning of August 17 with a start. I had to use the restroom worse than usual.

When I got back to bed I fell fast asleep. I awoke 2 hours later in a wet bed. I got up and noticed that I wouldn’t stop leaking.

My mom suggested I call the doctor because she knew I was due anytime with my second baby. I did. They suggested I go into the hospital to get checked. The monster, my husband at the time warned me that it better not be fake (I had many false alarms with my first child). He said he would find a way to make it real as he drove slowly to the hospital.

When we arrived they checked me out… Sure enough, I was in labor. My water had broke after I went to the bathroom at 5am. The baby would be born that day. My mom and my 19 yr old sister came up to see me, they were going to be there for the birth. I was glad I would have someone besides the monster at my side.

I was not as excited for this baby. I was sure I could never love another baby as much as I loved my first. I just wanted to be home with Ms. Artistic. I was scared to bring another child into an already messed up marriage. The monster had been to jail while I was pregnant for beating me while I held Ms. Artistic. I didn’t know why God was allowing me to have another child so soon after the first.

It wasn’t long before the labor pains started. They tried to do an epidural but it only worked on my left side. My right side still felt every cramp, every contraction, every kick. They explained that I would have to suffer with this one because they could not fix that.

About 6 hours into labor a nurse came into the room because she wanted to check my vital signs. I don’t remember why mom said this but she told the nurse that she should check my progress under the sheet. My mom thought I was close. The nurse assured my mom that I had a long time to go and that it would be a long day. My mom calmly asked her to check anyway to be sure. The nurse looked under the sheet and her face went white. OH MY GOD! She yelled and said something about getting the doctor as she hurried out the door. My mom looked, and my baby’s head was crowning.

Within seconds there was a plethora of people I didn’t know swarm into my room. One of them looked over at my sister who was white. They had it in their heads that she was about to faint. Knowing my sister, I think it was more the sudden excitement that made her white.

I remember looking at all the people attending to my sister as the doctor delivered my baby girl at 2:15 pm.

When I took one look at her face, I knew she was the child I needed. I fell deeply in love with this child who needed me so desperately. I knew this child would be the one to take care of her older sister. I even told that to everyone who came to visit her that night.

I immediately felt guilty for all the feelings I had before she was born.

As the years have gone one, this child has taught me more than anyone in my life. She has been the one to show me strength. She has been the one to show me love and dedication.

As she turns 12 today, I hope she will know how very much I love her and how happy I am that she came into my life. I have been blessed because of her.

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

My beautiful child
My beautiful child

**** Edit**** as a side note, everyone says we look alike… I am not so sure. This was what I looked like at age 12:

Tall_T age 12

Tall_T age 12

It CAN’T Be!!!

I have a teen-ager in my house. That makes me the MOM of a TEEN!!!

I don’t have any more gray hairs.

My boobs haven’t hit my belly button yet…

I am excited and happy for Ms. Artistic. She makes me so proud and happy. I have made a video which goes over her life in about 3 minutes. Turn your sound up.

Happy Birthday Mr. Nascar

I have been blessed with a pretty amazing family. My sister and her husband (Mr. and Mrs. Nascar) have been one of the few constants of my adult life for which I am thankful. Mr. Nascar met my sister in a chat room nine years ago. It was pretty much love at first site (combined with a lotta lust too from their stories).

Mr. Nascar and I have had our share of disagreements, but in the end he is my brother in more ways than my own brothers. He was there when I was going through a lot with my first husband. He guided me and stood up for me when a lot of my family had turned their back on me.

I have missed Mr. Nascar’s birthday most days in the past, for that I am truly sorry. This year I finally remembered…

So here’s to you Mr. Nascar…. my gift:

Enjoy!!! Happy Birthday!