Blessed

Recently my best friends mom passed away from breast cancer. She was diagnosed shortly after Garrett was born. I remember when Emily told me, I was shocked. We went to dinner and I was venting about how bad the last 2 months had been. I went into labor at 30 weeks and was admitted to the hospital. I stayed there for a whole month before Garrett was born. He was six weeks early. We had a close call, they said 5 or so more minutes and we would have blead to death. He stayed 3 weeks after his birth mastering the skill of eating. I am just going on and on and when I finally ask Em how things are with her, she says" My mom has stage 4 breast cancer." My heart sunk. What do you say to that? I made a commiment that day to be there for Emily whenever she needed. We have know each other our whole lives, but been best friends for about 12 years. As she says, we can go months without talking and just pick up where we left off. Over the last 19 months we have had many dinners, long phone calls, and too many rain checks on get togethers. Her mom made this awesome journal through her battle with cancer. At her funeral Emily shared some pieces of it. It was AMAZING! It got me to start thinking about what I have in my life and how blessed I am. Here are some of the things I am truely blessed to have.

Love: My husband loves me no matter what. No matter how crazy our day is or what happens, I can always look at him and he just smiles and it makes all the drama of the day melt away.

Healthy babies: Mikey came into this world weighing almost 9 pounds! He has never been really sick. A cold here or there but nothing serious. Garrett had a close call in the beginning, but he is a very busy little boy now. He was 6 weeks early and weighed 5 pounds. He would have been a giant like mikey if he was full term. I am greatful for modern medicine and the will of that little angel to make it.

My friends: I have had many friends through the years, but I feel that I am one of the few who has had the same best friend from childhood. Emily you are my bestie. We have been through so much together, and we are so young. I feel very blessed to have you in my life and it's my honor to call you my best friend. Here is an inside joke for you , hopefully it brings a little smile to your day.

My family: Is crazy! Anyone who know my dad or sister can appreciate this one. I am 26 years old and my parents still call me every day to see how we are. My mom calls every night to talk to my boys. I talk to my sister on average 10 times a day. We may not always see eye to eye, but we love each other and are there for one another when we need it. Thank you guys, I love you!

Punkie Patch

Ever since the grocery stores have had their pumpkins out, Mikey has been asking me " Mom, you get me a punkie?" Normally I would have, but this year I thought that the boys would be old enough to go to and actually enjoy the pumpkin patch, and I was right. There was a big slide covered with hay bails. You had to climb up this hay stairway to the top. At the bottom was a big pile of loose hay. Mikey went down once and got scared, so he just pulled a wagon with one lonley pumpkin. Garrett on the other hand LOVED IT! I couldn't get him off. He even climbed the stairs all by him self.

Once he got to the top, me or ariana would get him ready to go down.

As you can see, it's a little steep for a 19 month old, but that didn't stop him.

Don't let his size fool you, he's not afraid of anything!

After a crash landing in hay, he rolls right out and makes a full recovery!

He then runs around to the stairs by him self to do it again. I would just wait at the top for him.

Mikey and Ariana had a great time too.

I almost forgot, here is a picture of Mikey pulling around that little baby punkie.

Boots and Gangsters.

Mikey has a pair of bright blue Thomas the Train snow boots. He has never been much into Thomas, but he loves trains. So last winter, he wore the blue boots every day. Summer came and he still wants to wear the boots, every day. They are way to small and its about 100 degrees outside, but still, they are the only shoes he will wear.

So this summer, after much anticipation, I finally bought mikey a new pair boots. Lightening McQueen is mikey's idol. He eat's, sleeps, and breaths Lightening McQueen. I got a pair of bright red boots. He LOVES them. I am so excited to get rid of the STINKY blue boots. So imagine my suprise when I come down the hall and see this.

The boots live on!!!!!!!

Mikey got a bike for his third birthday in august. He love it. It's red and blue and he has a matching helmet, gloves, and knee and elbow pads. He rides it pretty good on the side walk, but gets scared anywhere else.

There are about 10 other kids who live in our neighborhood and like 8 of them are boys. They are anywhere between 6 and 11 years old. Everyday Mikey looks out the window and asks " I go play with my friends mom?" Who can say no to that? However, he is not big enough to play in the street. Yesterday all his friends are riding there bikes in the street and Mikey wants to go SOOO BAD! After like 10 minutes of pathetic begging, I agree to get his bike and take him to ride with his friends. Mind you, he is so excited to ride with the big boys that he cant even petal. I am just pushing him down the street on his bike while he is laughing. Around the corner comes this entourage of bicycles, and he gets more excited. All the boys pull up around us and are saying" Mikey, your riding your bikes with the big boys." Out of the blue, they all start laughing and making these faces and throwing up these signs. All of a sudden, I feel like saying," I hear your gangster, I'm pretty gangster myself" They are soooo cool.

I know that was kind of a random blog, but that is a day in my life. Sometimes my kids say and do the funniest things.

So I have never been much of a blogger, but more and more of my friends are doing it, so why not! I figure it's a good way to keep everyone posted on my ever so hectic life. I am married to my wonderul husband Mike. We have two wonderful boys, Mikey and Garrett. Everyday is an adventure in our house. We don't own anything that isn't sticky, stained, or broken.