Things He Loves

His 'duh' of course.  Remeber this post?  Can you believe how much it's aged since then?!?!

 



His DS.  This is a special treat he gets if and when he's had a good day at school or therapy.  Favorite game right now: Monster Jam Urban Assault.

Curious George.  He snuggles with him when he's watching cartoons and sleeps with him every night.  I think this came about from seeing Reese with 'Puppers' all the time.  Notice Reese in the background...doing what she does...climbing on the coffee table...

Fudge Brownies.  Jay bought these in Pensacola and got him hooked.  He begs for them whenever I go to the grocery store.  They're pretty pricey so I stock up when they're on sale and they're actually really tasty. 

 

His 4-wheeler.  He's getting pretty reliable on it.  He fell off once and has been slow and steady on it ever since.  Just need to build up the confidence again.  And, I promise, he wears a helmet.  A gigantic one.  This pic was taken when he first laid eyes on it and it's the only one I have. 

 

 

One Direction.  They're the British version of The Backstreet Boys.

 

 

Phineas and Ferb.  It's a pretty funny cartoon.  And Wipeout.

 

 

 

 

 Swimming.  He's a rockstar at it now.

 

 





 



A Mom's Heartbreak

This conversation took place about 5 minutes ago, when I picked him up from school...

Note:  Friday's are Ice Cream Days during lunch.

Me:  "What kind of ice cream did you get today?"
Davis:  "Um, the rainbow kind."
Me:  "Was it good?"
Davis:  "I didn't get to eat it because nobody opened it for me.  And then lunch was over and I had to throw it in the trash."
Me (so broken hearted):  "Oh no, Davis!  I'm so sorry!  You should've asked someone to help you!"
Davis:  "I raised my hand, but nobody didn't see me."
Me:  "Next time, ask the person that takes your ice cream money to open it for you."
Davis:  "Ok, but she's the ice cream money lady; not the ice cream opener lady."

Saddest thing ever...minus, like, actual sad stuff...

Back To School...

My mom (a registered nurse) and grandmother (a former x-ray tech) have, my entire life, encouraged me to enter the medical field.  So, when it comes time to enter college, what do I do?  I get a Marketing Degree...just like Dad.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I have no desire or intentions of ever using it, of course.  I took finding out I was pregnant one week after graduation as a sign...I retired at the ripe old age of 23, deciding that I was destined to be a stay-at-home mother...especially after giving birth to Davis, spending 16 weeks with him in the NICU, and knowing the extra help he'd always require from me. 

This has been my role for the past 6 years...with the addition of two more little pitter pattering feet on the hardwood floors.  Mind you, in those years, I've taken on the responsibility of helping Justin with the paperwork side of his business (mostly so I'd have something to do besides wipe asses) and made a small profit off my knitting hobby. 

Over the past few months, I've started to panic maturely contemplate my life 3 years from now, when Reese is in school all day.  Maybe it's my upcoming 30th birthday or maybe it's the concerning amount of mustard I've consumed my whole life, but I'm AH CHANGIN', PEOPLE!!!  What will I do with those 32.5 hours every week?  Will I go through an identity crisis because I no longer have any asses to wipe?!?  I really don't want to join Corporate America because, remember, I'm retired from that.  :)  I see how hard Justin works every day as a construction worker and business owner and I don't want him to have to bust his tail well into his 50's.  I think I should, and want to, contribute more when I don't have children at home with me all day, everyday.  I also want something for myself, outside of my home, that I can feel proud about...but, in turn, greatly benefit my family.

During our last family vay-cay to Pensacola, my mom, once again, says to me, "You should really go back to school and get your nursing degree.  You'll always be able to find work, get paid well, and the hours are so flexible so you can still be home with the kiddos after school.  You can practically make your own schedule."  And, there's it was.  My 'ah-ha' moment.  The clouds, literally, parted. 

On the way home, I started researching and researching and researching.  I was on a high.  I couldn't stop talking about it.  And didn't stop until I stumbled upon Chattahoochee Tech's website.  They had extended their Fall 2012 enrollment deadline to August 8th (another 'sign'), one week later than where I stood at that moment.  I got my official transcripts from UGA and KSU during that week, marched up to Admissions on August 6th, was handed my Student ID#, and signed up for 3 classes yesterday.  Done deal, folks. 

The real, serious question is this...Will I or will I not gain the dreaded Freshman 15???

New Master

I spent a lot of time in my bedroom between 9th and 12th grade (either grounded or having secret phone conversations that my parents would inevitably find out about anyway) and would often redecorate my room, so I'm a pro at moving heavy furniture by myself...despite what my scrawny physique might suggest.  Plus, when I want something done, I want it done RIGHT THEN and Justin had at least 3 more hours of work left for that day.  :) 

Please pardon the horrible lighting and dark photos...I HATE my ceiling fan bulbs...

I moved the nightstand from Justin's side to my side and found these simple window panels at T.J. Maxx...  

...and put this beauty from the basement in its place.  I start classes next Tuesday and need a place to study and stay organized.

The best paper weight, ever...

I moved his dresser and the glider (which I would really like to throw in the front yard, but I knew Justin would object...not because of the unwanted yard art, but because he and that glider and the Golf Channel spend a lot of time together) over to where my dresser was.  Note: a few drawers had to be removed during this process to avoid a hernia.  Justin's dresser is from the Jesus Days, I'm sure of it, and weighs A TON.

I took a large frame from above the kitchen cabinets, painted it, and added some rosettes made from old t-shirts.  The print came from the internet...free.   

I stenciled designs onto our existing pillow shams.  I don't know why, but don't you always feel like you have to incorporate some sort of 'do it yourself' activity when redecorating???

I took these prints from the living room and put them above the bed.  Something super special is about to take their living room wall spot and cover the 18 holes I put in the wall to hang them when we first moved in.  Stay tuned.  :)

And, I'll leave you with a close up of my desktop background photo...



 

'Blade Runner'

I like when he said he remembers growing up thinking he just had different shoes, not a disability.

I loved watching him compete last night.  He had such a great attitude for having finished last, probably because he knew he was a winner, still.  And who didn't tear up when James exchanged name tags with him?!?!  What I really wanna know is how are ALL South Africans so gorgeous?!?!

Mr. and Mrs. Nuneen

...see what I did with the title, there?!?!

Justin and his life partner completely platonic friend, Matt, won Monday's Allatoona Team Fishing Tournament!!  They would probably say the victory was due to hard work and determination, but I think it came from the extra scoop of mayonnaise I tossed onto their late night sandwiches...

Look how happy they are!

 

By the way, Davis's first day of first grade went off with a 'bang' and that's all I'll say about it...

First Day

Davis didn't want me to park and walk him inside this morning (boo hoo, right?!?).  I complied and took him through the carpool line.  I was nervous to do this because he's only been to his new classroom once and he's so used to having a para-pro walk with him.  I just knew he'd get lost and be wandering around the building all day.  The principle was outside and assured me that he'd be fine, that they'd watch out for him, and that we should let him be as independent as possible.  I called my girlfriend to check on him after she dropped her daughter off in her kindergarten class, but she didn't answer.  I called his teacher...no answer.  So, I went back up there about 30 minutes later to get a carpool decal and when I walked in the building, I see my son walking around in circles...alone.  What are the chances, right?!?!  Teachers are asking him where he's going; what he's doing; why he's heading to the second grade hallway. 

I step in and find out that he went to the bathroom with a buddy.  He left said buddy in the pisser and couldn't remember how to get back to class.  I walk him to his classroom to find out that he had already left class TWICE to use the bathroom...which, by the way, is about a half a mile from the first grade hallway...

I haven't been able to eat all day.