The Sh*t He Says

I might just do this every Wednesday.

While on the toilet, he shouts, "MOMMA!  Will you come wipe my buuuuuuu uh uh uh uh uuuuuutttttt!?!?"

He turns everything into a jingle.  Now, I can't get it out of my head.

...wipe my buuuu uh uh uh uh uuuuttttt...

Wild Friday Night

Things got pretty crazy around here, last night. It involved the late Whitney Houston, a princess backpack, and belly-laughing mother. Enjoy.

Big Stuff

Wednesday was a very 'emotional mom' day. First, Davis graduated Kindergarten.

His class, walking into the gym.  He HAD to have spiked hair for the special occasion...

Davis received one of only two awards given by Miss Cochran for Most Improved during the school year. 

Kindergarten is so important.  I can't believe how much Davis learned this year.  And, what's more important, is having a great teacher leading the class.  Mrs. Johnson was just that.  I'll never forget her or Miss Cochran and all the wonderful ways they impacted my son's life!

Shaking Dr. Scrivner's hand, receiving his diploma.

D and his bud, David

And that evening...dun, dun, dun...THE RANGERS WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!  It was such a great game and awesome way to end the season.  Those boys played so hard and deserved the win!  I was a wreck, of course.  We started this season, terrified that we had made a huge mistake signing him up for this league.  We hoped and prayed he might hit the ball at least once during the season, maybe even get to first base.  That kid not only did that, multiple times, but scored runs and made plays in the outfield.  We were so amazed at how accepting the team (and entire league) was of him.  Everyone rallied around that boy all season!  And it really let Justin and I know that we might actually be doing the right thing by throwing him out into the world, rather than hide and shelter him from it.  And, if you're a parent, you know how powerful it is to feel that confirmation!

He affected everyone.  The coaches explained how our little 5 year old taught them what this whole experience is really about...spending time with your kids and having fun!  But that trophy sure does look nice in his bedroom!!!

I'm really sad it's over.  It was such a great thing to be a part of and I don't know what to do with myself, now that the season's over.  I got a little teary-eyed, folding and putting his 'skinny butt' baseball pants away for the last time! 

Here's some pics from the Award Ceremony last week...

My Fish

Three weeks ago, at aquatic therapy, Davis told his therapist that he didn't need his float anymore because he's gonna be 6 soon.  And, just like that, he started swimming ALL BY HIMSELF!  There's one thing I can say about that boy...he is so in control of his life!  He does things, when he's ready; not when WE want him to be ready. 

He missed the following two Thursdays of therapy, so I was finally able to get footage yesterday.

One more thing crossed of the 'to do' list for Big D!

This Sh*t He Says

To his baby sister:  "You are SUCH annoying."

Mother's Day Weekend

Since Davis' birthday falls in the summer, his super sweet teacher threw a 'pretend' birthday party for him in class on Friday.  Boogs and I brought in his favorite cookies to share with the class and everyone sang 'happy birthday' to him.  He brought home the cutest Mother's Day picture that afternoon. 

Friday night was Davis' first tournament game.  The team won, but Davis played TERRIBLE!  He couldn't even hit the ball off the 'T', let alone the coach's pitches.  He cried the entire time and didn't pay any attention in the outfield.  It was upsetting, to say the least.

On Saturday, though, his next game went amazing!  He had three balls hit towards him in the outfield and he quickly ran for them and threw them to the appropriate teammate.  He scored and had 2 RBI's.  He even got to run two bases in one play, which was a first!  And, because of all that great playing, he earned the game ball!  After the game, we headed to my mom's to meet up with everone for the Zac Brown concert.  What. A. Blast!  I love spending fun times with my family like that. 

Jay and his son, Ryan

Me and Brother

 Me and the beautiful Bride-To-Be

...and...the aftermath...

On Mother's Day, I slept in and woke up to Justin and the kids bringing me presents and a sweet card. Justin took Davis shopping for me and he picked out a a huge case of tennis balls and a purple tennis shirt. Random, but so sweet. The boys went to the grocery store and got stuff to make chocolate chip pancackes with whipped cream and strawberries and bacon. It was delicious. We all laid around the house all day and listened to the rain outside.

Yesterday, Boogs and I had lunch with Davis.  He was so pumped to have us there with him.

Sick House

Pardon me while I burn my germ infested house to the ground...

...and...I'm back...

Let me take you to the beginning of all this...

Friday, April 27th:  Davis came home from school complaining of stomach pains.  I let him watch cartoons in my bed while Reese took a nap and when I went to check on him, about 15 minutes into it, he was sound asleep.  When he woke up, I took his temperature.  103.7...that's, like, seizure material for kids.  I gave him some Tylenol and it quickly came down to 101.5.  He was completely fine after that.
Sunday, April 29th:  Justin couldn't get out of bed.  Fever, cold sweats, coughing.  I had to go to my craft fair, so he pushed through and managed to take the kids to a birthday party. 

Monday, April 30th:  Reese had a fever all day.  I figured she was coming down with whatever the boys had. 

Tuesday, May 1st:  The soles of Reese's feet, the palms of her hands, and entire private area were covered in bumps.  And they were getting worse by the minute.  And I've come down with the fever, cold sweats, and deep, painful respiratory cough.

Wednesday, May 2nd:  Pediatrician visit.  Reese has Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease.  What the hell is that, you ask?  I know, right?  It's a viral illness that starts with a fever and then produces red, painful (not itchy) bumps and blisters on the hands, feet, mouth, and sometimes private area.  How's that for showing all the signs?!?!  There's no treatment, just ride it out.  And to top it off, as I'm leaving the doctor's office, heading to Canton to sit through the rest of Davis' therapy session, I get a call from them that he has gotten sick in their trash can.  Of course he has.  So, he misses his game that night and we all sit around a wallow in our sickness sorrows together. 

Thursday, May 3rd:  Davis stays home from school and I can't even get out of bed.  Justin's working in Murphy, NC for the day (again, of course) and I'm completely immobile.  I've never been sick with something like this before.  Flu symptoms accompanied with bronchial coughs.  My poor kids just watched TV and stared at me all day. 
So, here we are on Saturday, May 5th:  I'm still running a fever, but freezing cold.  Can't stop coughing and now whatever's killing me has migrated to my sinuses, so I have an awesome headache going on.  It's been great for my abs, though.  If you're in need of some stomach toning, head on over and I'll breath in your face for a few minutes.  Who needs a gym?  Just get sick and cough for 4 days straight.  Reese is still covered in welts/blisters.  The boys seem to be pushing through, just fine.  Happy Cinco de Mayo.  Cheers. 

Sweet Ps Art Festival

I participated in my first arts and crafts fair last weekend. I was solicited by the coordinator on Etsy and felt like it was a great opportunity to get some exposure and make some cash. I spent over 2 months preparing for the event, making tons and tons of stuff to sell. I was a little disappointed with the turn out, but met some really great people. And since I'll be renting space at Collective Co-Op in downtown Woodstock, I have somewhere to immediately place all my items. I should have had a little more confidence and dove right into a larger event, but was afraid that I wouldn't be prepared. Some 'veterans' in the craft fair world that I met informed me that this was one of the smaller events around and that people usually have great success during the Fall festivals. So, I'll probably try another one then. Here are some pics of my booth...