Why was I not warned that boys develop an attitude when they turn seven? It’s nothing horrible but man he can argue any point to the bitter end. Luckily he is my pouter and he’ll storm to his room and pout for a few before realizing I am mom, he is son, I win.

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I am a very laid back person. I am so “whatever” when it comes to most things. BUT there are certain people that really get under my skin. They are so uptight or so snobby that I want to slap them every time they open their mouth. Seriously, I visualize my hand slapping their face. It’s their way or it’s the wrong way. I don’t get this mentality at all. I tend to have strong opinions on things like carseat safety and smoking in the car with your children but then there’s other issues. Like home schooling, not for me but more power to you. Want your kids involved in so many activities they have no down time, thats fine but my kids thrive on down time. Want to drive your kids to the next neighborhood over because that school is two points higher on testing,so be it. I would appreciate if you refrained from taking jabs at the school my kids attend, however.
Oh and lets talk about clothes, I don’t care where you shop. No need to tell me that your kids wore their gap shorts. Why do I care where they are from and why do you feel the need to tell me that they are from the gap? Doesn’t make you a better person because you shop at the gap. Well, my son has his Old Navy shirt and Target shorts on today, really, who cares??
I will admit I LOVE my name brand clothes, LOVE them. They tend to be softer,wash up better and last longer but you won’t hear me saying I put T’s gaps jeans on him with his gymbo shirt. I would say T wore his new jeans and shirt today and he looks so cute.
So maybe I am not as laid back as I claim to be. Or maybe I just need to drink a little more.
CHEERS!!!

Friday night in the huckleberry neighborhood.

Finished proofing all my Florida sessions and now I am back to this….

Isn’t he so sweet? Nah, he’s a pistol with a little sweet thrown in for good measure.

Last week it was a major head trauma. This week he’s trying to knock some teeth out.

Luckily he only ended up with bruised gums, tiny fat lip and very minor scratches on his nose.
He was going to go duck under the garage door while it was still opening. I said “T, don’t do that” So he stands up and the garage door gets him right in the mouth as its going up and knocks him on his butt. The amount of blood pouring from his mouth had me a little freaked. I know that the mouth tends to bleed a lot but this was crazy amounts. Luckily it stopped bleeding and the damage done is minor.
So later at dance he slips and falls hitting his head on the corner of the wall. Nice little goose egg on the left side of his head.

Do they sell bubble wrap in mass quantities?

I want somebody to change my diaper….Somebody change my diaper…. My thoughts on these words coming out of a two and half year old boy…..
Go pee in the dang toilet already so you don’t ever need a diaper change again. Make your momma happy.

It’s not funny. I really had a dream I lost a toe and it was scary. Stop laughing…. My thoughts…
It is kind of a funny dream. Though him waking me at 3 am to count toes was not all that amusing.

I wish today was a half day…My thoughts…
Don’t we all kid. I want a half day everyday.

Don’t forget it’s school spirit day…But it’s black for my class. My thoughts…
Well shit, y’all go change and thank goodness my children have brains like elephants. I think they sucked my brain out of me.

Even as they grow

And I must say that I am so thankful to have 3 of my own. Now if I could only be so lucky to get some photos that show the emotion I captured here. I feel very blessed that I can give this gift to other mommas.

There is no mistaking the love………

Tuesday evening was not an average one in the Fun house. The boys were playing football in the kitchen. I’ll pause here and give you a second to guess what happened……………………………………………………….

G ran full force into T. G was looking back at Wy, T didn’t stand a chance. Seven year old against two year old, i say the odds are in favor of the seven year old. T fell back knocking the back of his head on the tile floor. He started to cry, I picked him up and he started to have a seizure. I was calm until I heard JJ screaming at what she was witnessing. I then screamed before quickly realizing I needed to be calm. I did not have a choice. I got JJ to call 911. The seizure had stopped and as JJ handed the phone to me T started throwing up. I managed to call Mr. Fun and get out that he had to get home quickly. He was across town so he called Schlepy(Mr. Fun’s best friend from high school) who drove away from a drive thru with half his food and not paying upon hearing the news. This is when you are so thankful for friends. He arrived before the fire department. After the fire fighters examined T they determined he needed an ambulance ride to the hospital. As we were loading T in Mr. Fun had made it home after fighting traffic on top of every road under construction. He got to climb in and give him a kiss before we took off. Everyone followed.
We had to keep him awake in the ambulance but all he wanted to do was sleep. I had JJ grab me some books along with his monkey and silky so I took one out to read to him. It worked, he stayed awake and I felt like throwing up afterwards. As we arrived at the hospital Mr. Fun asked how reading worked out for me. We all laughed and the fire fighter told him I felt like I was going to puke. HAHA!!! So not funny!! But a momma does what she has to.
After more poking, twelve thousands lights shined in T’s eyes, two hundred wires hooked up to him and one neck brace we were off for a CT scan. He did great. They had to do two and after the first he did start to cry but i managed to calm him long enough to get the second one. He was so brave and held so still when he was told to. Not many two year olds I know that would be so brave and listen so well.

The doctor reviewed the scans and he was diagnosed with post traumatic seizure. He is going to be fine. No long term effects. We are all holding him a little closer now. If you ask T about that night he says the ambulance ride was bumpy. He doesn’t remember much else. But that bumpy ride sure did stick in his memory.

He stole my heart. I got to cuddle, feed and play with this little “punk”. His momma called him and his brother punk. That stole my heart. So sweet. If you are are reading Steph, just another sneak peek. Thank you for everything, every little thing. I appreciate it all. Can’t wait for March.