We had A-bear's birthday party yesterday at the park. There was supposed to be rain and cloudy all day and it was a beautiful sunny day that wasn't too hot! A-bear was really wanting to go to the park, so I am so glad God worked that one out. Her actual birthday is Monday, but we had the party yesterday.
Her 3rd birthday party was an all out Hello Kitty extravaganza! There were balloons, plates, napkins, cups, cakes, shirts, wrapping paper and gifts with Hello Kitty. Oh, almost forgot the Hello Kitty princess crown.
She played and ran and ate and opened presents and played more. We went home and brought all the kids- (cousin, and babysitters and their little brother) back to the house. When we got here, she looked like she was about to go to sleep, but she jumped out of the car saying "I want to go to playground" ( which is what she calls out swing set/fort we have for the kids). She ran and played some more.
We went to dinner and after dinner, I took her to the nail salon to have her nails done. We do this every Sat night at home. I paint her toes and nails. She has gotten used to this, so I knew she would do well. The lady painted her nails and even decorated her nails. Afterward, she had to sit at the nail dryer to get the nails dry. She sat there so cute and grown up. She looked like a little adult sitting there. She even sat quietly while I went to get my eyebrows done.
She is growing up so much. She is starting to have an opinion about EVERYTHING! She wants to decide what she wears, pick out her shoes, her hair bows, what she eats, what she plays with. This of course has caused some "strong willed child" moments.
I said with G-man, it's not the terrible two's, it's the terrifying three's that get to the parents. She has entered her 3's with a full on Diva attitude. She always wants Mommy, and never wants to go to Daddy, she has started hitting G-man when he does things she doesn't like and as a result, she has increased her number of spankings!
She can be sweet as pie, too though. She can crawl up in your lap and say "I Love you Mommy" and melt your heart. She gives really good hugs and kisses too!
My baby's 3!!!!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
G-man's New Adventure
So... G-man started taking Tae Kwan Do this last week. He really likes it and thinks it is fun. He took 2 free "see if you like it " classes, and wanted to take more. He is excited about it. He thinks he is SOOO cool and is in awe of all the instructors. He got his uniform and is so cute in it! He also got a new buz cut on Saturday and this makes him look even more adorable.
This actually came out of the fact that I want A-bear to take dance in the fall and Specky said that G-man has to be doing something if A-bear takes dance. A-bear will dance to music and loves to put on frilly skirts and sway and say "I Dancin' Mommie!"I think she will enjoy it, but honestly, I never got to take dance and always wanted to. If she doesn't like it, we will try something else, maybe Tae Kwan Do!
We were looking for something that G-man could get involved in, but traditional sports were not really an option, with all the practices and games and such, as we both work full time. Not only the time, but there is the height thing too. Specky and I are both 5'4" and he is the tallest one in his immediate family! G-man is almost 5 and I have just stopped rolling up his 3T pants! That pretty much puts basketball and football out. He needed something he could do at his own pace. When Specky mentioned it to me, I was skeptical, but went along with it. Did I really want my 4 year old learning a Martial Art?
I did not get to go to his first class, but heard ALL about it! I went Friday evening and Saturday morning to class and I have become engrossed in it. I know all martial arts studios have some type of "commitments", but I really like the ones his studio uses. They also have things he can do for special "stripes", things like keeping his room clean, eating healthy, doing good in school, things like that. He has to memorize the commitments and learn to count in Korean, and learn commands as well as the kicks and punches for self defense. I think I am going to be one of THOSE moms soon. Someone stop me!
G-man has been having trouble with his discipline. He does not do well with listening, or keeping his room straight, or being kind to A-bear all the time. I am hoping Tae Kwan Do will help him do better.
Let's face it, I never thought Grand Master Lee would be helping me teach my son discipline, but I've done a lot of things I didn't think I would. It is really hard to have time with the children to teach them what they should know as they should know it when you both work full time. When you have kids you learn to roll with the tides so to speak, and find your own grove in the parenting wave, but sometimes you just feel like you are caught in a riptide and have to swim parallel to shore to get out of it. When you swim parallel, you find there are other beaches besides the one you were on. That's how it works.
In the book of Jeremiah it says, "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord, "Plans for good and not for evil, for a future and a hope." Imagine, right there in the Bible, God tells me that He knows the plans he has for me and that they are good.! Who knew? Right!. I have been praying for a way to help G-man with his discipline problem and God says, "Here you go." Ok, not exactly what I had in mind, but who knows better? God or me?
I will just have to keep clinging to God's plan for my life and see where it takes me. What Great Adventures does God have planned for my life?, Specky's life?A-bear's life?, and G-man's life? I can't wait to find out!
This actually came out of the fact that I want A-bear to take dance in the fall and Specky said that G-man has to be doing something if A-bear takes dance. A-bear will dance to music and loves to put on frilly skirts and sway and say "I Dancin' Mommie!"I think she will enjoy it, but honestly, I never got to take dance and always wanted to. If she doesn't like it, we will try something else, maybe Tae Kwan Do!
We were looking for something that G-man could get involved in, but traditional sports were not really an option, with all the practices and games and such, as we both work full time. Not only the time, but there is the height thing too. Specky and I are both 5'4" and he is the tallest one in his immediate family! G-man is almost 5 and I have just stopped rolling up his 3T pants! That pretty much puts basketball and football out. He needed something he could do at his own pace. When Specky mentioned it to me, I was skeptical, but went along with it. Did I really want my 4 year old learning a Martial Art?
I did not get to go to his first class, but heard ALL about it! I went Friday evening and Saturday morning to class and I have become engrossed in it. I know all martial arts studios have some type of "commitments", but I really like the ones his studio uses. They also have things he can do for special "stripes", things like keeping his room clean, eating healthy, doing good in school, things like that. He has to memorize the commitments and learn to count in Korean, and learn commands as well as the kicks and punches for self defense. I think I am going to be one of THOSE moms soon. Someone stop me!
G-man has been having trouble with his discipline. He does not do well with listening, or keeping his room straight, or being kind to A-bear all the time. I am hoping Tae Kwan Do will help him do better.
Let's face it, I never thought Grand Master Lee would be helping me teach my son discipline, but I've done a lot of things I didn't think I would. It is really hard to have time with the children to teach them what they should know as they should know it when you both work full time. When you have kids you learn to roll with the tides so to speak, and find your own grove in the parenting wave, but sometimes you just feel like you are caught in a riptide and have to swim parallel to shore to get out of it. When you swim parallel, you find there are other beaches besides the one you were on. That's how it works.
In the book of Jeremiah it says, "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord, "Plans for good and not for evil, for a future and a hope." Imagine, right there in the Bible, God tells me that He knows the plans he has for me and that they are good.! Who knew? Right!. I have been praying for a way to help G-man with his discipline problem and God says, "Here you go." Ok, not exactly what I had in mind, but who knows better? God or me?
I will just have to keep clinging to God's plan for my life and see where it takes me. What Great Adventures does God have planned for my life?, Specky's life?A-bear's life?, and G-man's life? I can't wait to find out!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Most Awesome Dog Ever
So this blog is dedicated to my first baby- my dog. Trixie Lee is a former high maintenance dog that has now become a bit of a old lady of late.
The other day I found a few pictures of her when she was a puppy, just about 3-4 months old. She looked so little and adorable. Back then, she was my shadow. She went everywhere I did. We hung out on the couch and played together all the time, when I wasn't in class or work. I lived in Greenville at the time and we came back to Granny's often, every week almost. She started by riding in the backseat, then would eventually end up in the front passenger seat. She would begin to whine as we got close to Granny's house. Eventually before we moved back to Raleigh, she would whine from the time we got off 264 at Zebulon all the way into Raleigh, and to Granny's house.
She has had her unforgettable moments too. First there was the time she got a 24 oz bag of doggie treats and got into them and ate every last one, and was sick all over the house. Poor baby looked miserable, and slightly confused as to why this was happening to her. Needless to say, she has never gorged her self like that again.
Second, there was the many many things she ate, my new nursing shoes that I had just paid $90 for when I got my first job,( I learned to not buy such expensive work shoes and to put my shoes in the closet), the left side of my love seat she ate to the wood frame, the odd steak, chicken, other food off my plate when I was eating at the coffee table, and got up to refill my drink in the kitchen. The best thing was when she got my pocket book down out of the chair, opened it, pulled out my glasses, and wallet. She ate my glasses, opened my wallet and ate half of all my credit cards. I had quite a time trying to explain that I couldn't give my account number because I could only read half of it off the card. I'm not even going to mention how many bags of fur I have brushed out of her coat!
She was such a picture of pitiful when she had her spay surgery. The vet wanted to keep her overnight, but she would not let any of them near her. I brought her home and she slept on the bathroom floor and I nursed her through the pain, giving her meds and lots of cuddles and kisses.
I used to watch Emergency Vets on the animal planet channel. I would always end up calling her up onto the couch and hug her. This happened with such regularity, that she eventually would jump up on the couch with me when she heard the theme music!
She was my protector too. She was an awesome watch dog. She would perk at any odd sounds. She would let me know if anything was amiss. She was especially watchful when Speck first came around. She watched him intently and would follow him anywhere he went in my home. As Speck and I spent more time together, Trixie began to mellow. She was not so high strung, she even took to Speck's dad, who is not fond of dogs. Trixie would Flop on any of us, even if she did go from sleeping in my bed to her own bed in the living room. Now she lets the kids flop on her sometimes.
When G-man came along, we were worried, because Trixie had always been leery of new people, especially men, and we were bring home a little man that would take lots of my attention. I came home and spent a few minutes with her, then introduced him to her. I let her sniff him and loved on her as I held him. She was great. She used to look in the bassinet if he whimpered. When A-bear came along, all she did was look at me as if to say, "really, another one!" and licked her forehead.
When I was pregnant with A-bear, Trixie had her own medical emergency. When we moved to our house, we started letting her out by herself. She would wander across the street, following some of the other dogs. One day she was hit by a van. No one was home, and our neighbor called Speck at work. He called me and I flew home and found where she was, State Vet School Hospital. Speck and I went in to see her, she was so scared and in shock. She had air on both lungs and bleeding around her kidneys and liver, and fractured the small bone in her back leg. It took her a while to recover, she spent 3 days in the ICU there. They again let her come home early because she would not eat there, not even for me. She made a full recovery, which is a little miraculous since she was 12 at the time.
Now she has just turned 15, and since she was hit she has aged quiet a bit, she doesn't move as fast. Some days she gets a wild hair and runs laps around the house, but mostly she can be found lying in the sun or in the hallway sleeping. Some mornings she sleeps in till we are all up, and some nights I can get up in the middle of the night and she is lying in the hallway between all the bedroom doors, still protecting us. Sure she can't hear you unless you are 5 feet away from her, her cataracts are getting bigger, and she runs into things sometimes, and falls up the stairs, but she is still there, protecting, loving us, and being the quiet presence in our lives.
The other day I found a few pictures of her when she was a puppy, just about 3-4 months old. She looked so little and adorable. Back then, she was my shadow. She went everywhere I did. We hung out on the couch and played together all the time, when I wasn't in class or work. I lived in Greenville at the time and we came back to Granny's often, every week almost. She started by riding in the backseat, then would eventually end up in the front passenger seat. She would begin to whine as we got close to Granny's house. Eventually before we moved back to Raleigh, she would whine from the time we got off 264 at Zebulon all the way into Raleigh, and to Granny's house.
She has had her unforgettable moments too. First there was the time she got a 24 oz bag of doggie treats and got into them and ate every last one, and was sick all over the house. Poor baby looked miserable, and slightly confused as to why this was happening to her. Needless to say, she has never gorged her self like that again.
Second, there was the many many things she ate, my new nursing shoes that I had just paid $90 for when I got my first job,( I learned to not buy such expensive work shoes and to put my shoes in the closet), the left side of my love seat she ate to the wood frame, the odd steak, chicken, other food off my plate when I was eating at the coffee table, and got up to refill my drink in the kitchen. The best thing was when she got my pocket book down out of the chair, opened it, pulled out my glasses, and wallet. She ate my glasses, opened my wallet and ate half of all my credit cards. I had quite a time trying to explain that I couldn't give my account number because I could only read half of it off the card. I'm not even going to mention how many bags of fur I have brushed out of her coat!
She was such a picture of pitiful when she had her spay surgery. The vet wanted to keep her overnight, but she would not let any of them near her. I brought her home and she slept on the bathroom floor and I nursed her through the pain, giving her meds and lots of cuddles and kisses.
I used to watch Emergency Vets on the animal planet channel. I would always end up calling her up onto the couch and hug her. This happened with such regularity, that she eventually would jump up on the couch with me when she heard the theme music!
She was my protector too. She was an awesome watch dog. She would perk at any odd sounds. She would let me know if anything was amiss. She was especially watchful when Speck first came around. She watched him intently and would follow him anywhere he went in my home. As Speck and I spent more time together, Trixie began to mellow. She was not so high strung, she even took to Speck's dad, who is not fond of dogs. Trixie would Flop on any of us, even if she did go from sleeping in my bed to her own bed in the living room. Now she lets the kids flop on her sometimes.
When G-man came along, we were worried, because Trixie had always been leery of new people, especially men, and we were bring home a little man that would take lots of my attention. I came home and spent a few minutes with her, then introduced him to her. I let her sniff him and loved on her as I held him. She was great. She used to look in the bassinet if he whimpered. When A-bear came along, all she did was look at me as if to say, "really, another one!" and licked her forehead.
When I was pregnant with A-bear, Trixie had her own medical emergency. When we moved to our house, we started letting her out by herself. She would wander across the street, following some of the other dogs. One day she was hit by a van. No one was home, and our neighbor called Speck at work. He called me and I flew home and found where she was, State Vet School Hospital. Speck and I went in to see her, she was so scared and in shock. She had air on both lungs and bleeding around her kidneys and liver, and fractured the small bone in her back leg. It took her a while to recover, she spent 3 days in the ICU there. They again let her come home early because she would not eat there, not even for me. She made a full recovery, which is a little miraculous since she was 12 at the time.
Now she has just turned 15, and since she was hit she has aged quiet a bit, she doesn't move as fast. Some days she gets a wild hair and runs laps around the house, but mostly she can be found lying in the sun or in the hallway sleeping. Some mornings she sleeps in till we are all up, and some nights I can get up in the middle of the night and she is lying in the hallway between all the bedroom doors, still protecting us. Sure she can't hear you unless you are 5 feet away from her, her cataracts are getting bigger, and she runs into things sometimes, and falls up the stairs, but she is still there, protecting, loving us, and being the quiet presence in our lives.
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