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Tulsa Boxer Rescue

2012-02-09T10:49:00.000-06:00

I've been the worst blogger, again. However, I own this about myself (read about me). I haven't even blogged about our newest addition, Bobo. The best Boxer in the entire universe. I promise to post more about him at a later date. Today's post is to prmote a great, wonderful, fantastic, beautiful, organization. Tulsa Boxer Rescue is such a perfect group of loving folks who are helping Oklahoma boxers find their forever homes. They carefully rescue these precious animals and find the perfect home for them. I'm serious, we have only been affialiated with this group for a month or so, and I AM HOOKED. I want to help them all that I can.

So- I am having a Scentsy Fundraiser. 100% of the proceeds will go to this amazing group. Would you please help us? You purchase some scentsy goodness this month (10% off, too!) and the proceeds go to this wonderful group. I can't think of a better WIN-WIN situation, can you?

Feel free to share this blog with anyone and everyone. Let's help save some boxers!

Please, go to my Scentsy site and place an order. Click HERE!

Also- be sure to "like" my Facebook Fan Page.

Thanks everyone!

Sweet Slumber

2012-01-13T13:07:00.002-06:00

Today is the first day that I have had both Blayne and Emileigh, alone, since August 28th. You know, that awful day that I woke up with a broken back.

It feels so wonderful!

The little things are what I missed the most. Snuggling on the couch while watching Sesame Street, putting a load of laundry in and hearing the sound of the dishwasher running. I began the organization project of a lifetime, TOYS, today...Who knows when that will be completed.

Now, I sit in the recliner in my bedroom next to my bed where Blayne thinks he must sleep, and I am watching my little man drift off to sleep. He has always been a very good sleeper, you tell him to go to sleep and he does.

I am enjoying the sweet sounds he is making as his breathing turns heavier and slower.

I have missed this. Since August, I have taken every opportunity to join in at nap time, usually asleep before he.

Now, I sit here and take it all in.

Yes, I am healing.

Finally.

Cherish Everyday

2012-01-12T04:48:00.002-06:00

What's a girl to do when you can't sleep? Well you facebook! Then, you pin on pinterest, then when you gather inspiration from that, you work on your project life album! While working on this page, I remembered why I was on a scrapbooking hiatus for such long time. It took me over 90 minutes to finish this ONE page.

Granted I had to search for the right font, the right brush, and I re-colored everything... I'm pleased with how this turned out. The pictures are from my iPhone. They aren't the best shots in the world, however, I will remember this moment for the rest of my life. I will remember it, because I have it recorded in a special and memorial way. When Emileigh has her book, and shows it to her children someday, they will understand and feel the love their grandfather has for his daughter, their mother.

They say pictures speak a thousand words, I believe it.

That better place...

2012-01-11T19:59:00.001-06:00

If you read my last post, and thought I fell off the rocker, you were close to being correct. I was in a dark, dark, place. I am NOT a good person to wait for anything. To prove this statement, I will confess: When reading a book, I will likely read the first two chapters, then skip and read the last two. I will then go back to chapter three and finish the book. I read magazines from the back forward. I just like to know how things end.

That being said... I went to see Dr. P yesterday. He reviewed the CT scan and explained that, at this time, there is no reason to further proceed with surgery.

Today, I went to Tulsa and had a nerve block injection. While I am still in a lot of pain, I can bear with this. AND the effects aren't supposed to kick in for another 36 hours, yay!

I've been without my kids since Monday, and I am having major withdrawls, but hopefully- I'm on the mend. I appreciate all of the kind thoughts, text messages, emails, and phone calls. I am truly a blessed lady :)

So, since the kiddos are out, I believe I will take all this built up frustration and focus it on PROJECT LIFE!

Jen :)

That Crazy Place...

2012-01-08T14:06:00.000-06:00

I swear to God. I'm in such a crazy place right now. Since August, I have had two back surgeries, two spinal injections, and here I am... sitting at my grandmother's house in such great pain. Mentally, I am exhausted. I am in such a strange place. I understand why people who live in constant pain take a handful of pills and drift of to eternal sleep. Please don't read that as something I would do.... I just understand their thought process.

I never ever wanted to me a mom. I wanted to be a professional softball player... I wanted to play softball in the Olympics. Kids weren't even in the picture.

When I had shoulder surgery my Junior year of High School, I worked my ass off to get back into shape and back in the game. It payed off and I played some good ball with some great gals in Purcell. I loved being a Dragon :) Then we moved.

I ended up back in Bristow my senior year, but the damage was already done. The girls I started playing softball with when I was five played on the team, so I thought I would join them. Unfortunately, the Vice Principal told me that he wouldn't sign the hardship papers (needed so the OSSAA would allow me to be eligable due to my transfer) unless I also agreed to play Basketball. I did not and do not love basketball. However, I agreed and went out for Softball. I didn't get much playing time. I was angry and frustrated. I was a SENIOR, why was I sitting the bench?!

Softball ended, Basketball started. Turns out, I worked hard and a week before the first game, Coach Glover pulled me aside and told me that although I wouldn't be a starter, I would see significant playing time. I was beyond excited. Then, with two minutes left in the last practice before our first game, we were doing layup drills, and I rolled my right ankle. I tore my achilles tendon. I was out forever.

This is important, because at that moment, I went into such a deep dark place. Lost were the dreams of an Olympic gold medal. Gone were dreams of college. Gone were dreams of becoming someone special.

I started dating J. We both had enough emotional family baggage to fill the state of Texas. Somehow we thought at 18, it would be a good idea to get married. Looking back, we both knew it was a mistake. But, I had nothing else going for me, so we did.

Still as a married woman, I still did not want kids. No way, not for me. I would be a terrible mother and that wasn't an option.

We seperated 11 months after we said, "I do."

I went back into that dark place. This time, I really felt damaged. Who would want a divorcee at 20?
I decided that I would just figure out how to work hard, get a job, save some money, and travel.
That was okay... I didn't want kids. I could fly by the seat of my pants.

Then I met Kevin.

Two weeks after I met him, I wanted to give him children. I wanted to be his children's mother. I wanted HIS babies. I wanted my children to be his.

Five years later, I got my wish. Blayne was born and 18 months later, Emileigh completed our family.

We have had so much happen in the 3.5 years since Blayne arrived, but they are all filled with laughter, love, and peace. I love those three people that make my family mine. I loved the chance to stay at home with Blayne and EmJ. I loved being able to step over toys that were scattered throughout the house. I loved it all.

For never wanting to be a mom, it's the greatest thing that has EVER happened to me.

Then I hurt my back (or whatever the hell happened) and I find myself back into that dark place. What happens if I never get better?!! I have had two surgeries... I am almost worse now than I was before surgery #1. I know I am not better.

What if my children will never remember mom walking normally? Kids are jerks and I don't want them to tease Blayne and Emileigh because their mom is broken. I want to take them to Disney World. I want to be able to walk with them and enjoy every moment. I don't want to ride a stupid motorized cart!!!

I want to teach Emileigh how to play softball... I want to play with her. I can't tell you how much this means to me.

What if I can't? What if I won't be able to be the mom my kids deserve?
Why would God allow me to be a mom, if I can't be a good one?

I'm in a bad place today. I need to climb out, I will. I always have. I'm just sick of climbing.

I'm thankful for my husband, Kevin. I'm thankful for Blayne Wesley and Emileigh Joann.
I'm thankful for my grandparents, Joann and Wesley Shelton.

Without those people..... I might have just swallowed those pills. Because of them, I never will.

Loving this!

2012-01-06T13:05:00.000-06:00

I can't help it. Project Life is so easy... I LOVE IT. I bought two additional kits yesterday... I thought I would use them to do projects that are sitting in my computer files from the past.

Below: Project 1 - Emileigh's second birthday. It turned out so cute!

Project Life 2012 - Version TeamTaylor

2012-01-05T11:15:00.001-06:00

A few posts back, I wrote about finding Pinterest and that find caused my creative juices to begin flowing. Then, I woke up with a broken back.

Back into storage went the supplies. Back into the creative rut I went.

Then, it happened... One of my friends on Facebook, Lyndsay, posted about Project Life. She said the following words: "So far, I've got 4 people on board for #ProjectLife with me."

From somewhere deep inside, that feeling came back. I used to play around with digital scrap-booking. I can do it from the computer. All I will need is a power supply, my external hard-drive, and some kits.

She blogged about Project Life and sent me to this site.

I spent $30.00 and will have enough supplies to last me F.O.R.E.V.E.R. You see, when you digi-scrap, you have the files to use over and over. When you scrapbook with traditional supplies, you purchase the paper, you glue it, it's gone.

I admit, I am a bit rusty. I hope it won't take long for me to re-discover my style :) Again, lucky for me, I can always change my layout... nothing is permanently glued :)

So, if you are interested in joining you can get the digi - kit here.
There is also a Facebook group. Ask to join, here.

Want to know more about Project Life? Watch this Video by Becky Higgins, she created the craze!

Microdiscetomy - Spine Surgery

2011-12-16T16:08:00.004-06:00

You know those day's in your life that you know you will never, ever forget? Those crazy out of nowhere days that you can remember every single detail, no matter what else was going on in your life at the time?

August 27th is one of those days for me. It was 2.5 weeks before my baby girl turned two. My grandparents came to town to purchase her birthday gift, a full size bed, side tables, and bedding for my not so baby anymore, baby.

The beautiful white furniture looked so nice in her room, I immediately decided that she needed the perfect bedding to accompany it.

Off to the Mall we went, grandma, Emileigh, and myself. It was August, in Oklahoma heat. I think the temperature was 112 that day... give or take. We ended up finding the most perfect pink and black colored set featuring mini-mouse. Not at all cartoon-ey so pretty.

I carried my sleeping baby through the mall, not knowing it would be the last time I would be able to do so.

That night, we tried tucking her into her big girl bed. I'm not sure if it was the change, or a sixth sense, but she was not having it. She went to sleep downstairs, in our bedroom in her pack n play. At three am, she stirred, I got out of bed to shush her back to sleep and down I went. At 7am, Kevin's alarm went off. I tried to get out of bed and couldn't move.

Serioiusly. I couldn't move. If there had been a fire in my house, I would have burned.

I was scared, upset, and angry.

We called my grandma, who stayed with the kids and off to the urgent care we went.

After x-rays and a shot of something I hope to never have again, the doctor explained that I would get over the pain in my back with a bit of rest and tlc. Actually, I remember he telling me that 80% of the symptoms clear on their own.

The next day, I went to my primary care doctor. He agreed, but as a precaution, set up an MRI.

Two weeks later, I was sitting in front of a spine Surgeon who assured me that I had a bulge, however he thought steriod injections would help.

They didn't

Two weeks later, I was having back surgery. A microdiscectomy of the L5 - S1 vertebrae.

I wish the story ended there, however, after surgery and another round of steriod injections, I had a revision of the surgery last Monday.

The past four months have been terrible. I haven't been able to pick up my babies. I haven't been able to travel, I haven't been much help to anyone. I have spent an obscene amount of time on Pinterest.

With any luck, this surgery will work.

T-shirt Scarf

2011-11-30T21:56:00.001-06:00

I have been wanting to make a unique scarf for sometime, and tonight, I finally found the time and energy to get after the project. The tots went over to my dad's so I had a few hours to be crafty. This is what I made:

I first spotted a similar one from a blogger at, kevinandamanda.com I thought it couldn't be too hard, so tonight, I dug out a few shirts and went to work.

I'm not even kidding, this is so easy. Really. You can do it in an hour watching your favorite show on TV. It's super simple, and all your friends are going to beg for one.

I think, perhaps, my friends might find one in their Christmas gifts from me this year.... maybe.

To make this beauty you need to dig out some old (or new, but okay to cut up) t-shirts. I used four, a crimson, white, gray, and black. If you know me, you know I'm supporting my Sooners with this one :)

Find some sharp scissors, and you are ready to go.

The first step is to cut the hem off the bottom of the shirt and set it aside. Later you will cut them into six inch strips and use them to attach your rings together.

Secondly, cut eight strips from the t-shirt. When cut, it will look something like this:

Not only is this project super simple, you don't have to worry about cutting in super straight lines or worry about jagged edges.

Once all of the strips have been cut out, the fun begins.

Take a piece of fabric and pull on it. Stretch it out as far as it will stretch. Magically, your fabric will go from flat and jagged to long and turned in. Awesome, right?

totally bad picture- sorry!

Stretch all strips then wind them around your fingers to make rings. Set them aside:

Once you have them all stretched, begin to assemble. Put two rings together and tie with a piece of the bottom cuff. I used four shirts, so I ended up with 32 rings. Use as many as you like. That's the fun!

I can't wait to see if you make one. If you do, leave me a comment, or link. I am super happy I stumbled upon the tutorial myself. Good Luck and...well.... boomer sooner :)

Minnie Mouse Party

2011-11-15T14:11:00.000-06:00

I have had TONS of emails asking how I made Emileigh's Minnie Mouse topiary that we used as the centerpiece for her second birthday party.

I wish I could take total credit for the idea, unfortunately my creative juices are a bit low. Thanks to Pinterest my juices are beginning to flow again. I began my search about a month before the big day. I could have spent a year getting ready for this party, however I had days... so I improvised.

Here are a couple of the projects I completed for the big day:

Minnie Mouse Topiary

Pillow case dress :)

Cupcakes

The Topiary was the most time consuming project, but it turned out GREAT!

It was super easy- you will need the following:

* Foam Topiary base found in most craft stores, I got mine from Hobby Lobby

* Foam floral balls, also from Hobby Lobby.

* You will buy two sizes, bigger ones for the bottom and smaller for the top

These will be Minnie's ears :)

* Go out in the garden shed and grab a plastic pot, you're going to paint it, so it won't matter the condition.

* Pull out your paint and paint brushes. The fun is getting ready to begin :)

Miscellaneous:

*you will need tooth picks to apply the ears

*Ribbon of your choice for Minnie's bow

*Floral pins

*Ribbon for the outside of the pot (if necessary)

*Flowers of your choice to place at the bottom of the topiary

*hot glue gun and glue sticks

I also used these:

*They are dimensional stickers I found in the scrapbook section at hobby lobby. I used them on the invites, the topiary, and anywhere else I could find that could use some "bling" :)

Directions:

Clean, dry, and paint the plastic flower pot and set aside to dry.
Paint the foam balls on the topiary tree. I chose not to paint the wood rod, but might in the future. It turned out okay with leaving it wood.
Paint the foam balls used for Minnie's ears. Once you have an ear painted, stick a tooth pick in the ball and then stick it onto the topiary base. Remember, use the bigger size on the bottom and the smaller size ears for the top.
Cut your ribbon and place bows on the ears. I hot glued mine

I took advantage and "blinged" mine up a bit with the scrapbook stickers :)

Wrap the pot with whatever ribbon you choose, I used zebra with a pink polka dot accent.
You will need to weight the pot- I used coins, it was the closest and easiest thing I could find at the time. Rocks would work too. Even sand if your pot doesn't have holes. Coins worked for me - bonus birthday gift, right?
Place the topiary in the pot.
Cut and place flowers at the base of the topiary. I used floral pins to stick them in the foam, they worked GREAT.
Stand back and look at your creation- it is super cute and super easy!

Emileigh's room is decorated in Minnie Mouse theme, so this looks really cute sitting on her dresser. I am really pleased with how it turned out.

The Dress was made by my grandmother. I was happy with the way it turned out, however it hung a little strange for my liking. Next time, we'll try a different style. It was cute for the theme though. We used the same ribbon on Minnie's bow on the dress and the topiary. Keeping it in sync. HA.

The cupcakes were made by the bakery down the street. Simply frosted with white icing and I added mini-oreos and pink ribbons for decorations. I couldn't find any candy bows that I thought looked pretty enough for my princess, so I tied two dozen pink ribbon bows thirty minutes before the party. It worked out. Everyone knew to pull them off and pitch them, but my good ole grandpa. He wanted to make a scene... it wouldn't be a party without him :)

Here are a few of my FAV pics from the party.

a typical fall day 2011

2011-11-06T21:45:00.000-06:00

My grandparents are the biggest influences in my life. They were my rock the entire time I was growing up, and still to this day, I immediately feel at home when I enter Slick and pull down the street to their house.

When they are gone (I can't even imagine) I know that I will never feel the same about Slick, or the little white house on Pershing street. What makes that place feel like home, are the two people who live there.

My grandpa is the kindest person I know. I'm sure there are a TON of stories that I don't know, but I that's the way I like it :)

When I was a little girl, I used to beg to stay at their house any time I could. I'll admit, my grandpa always seemed a bit old to me. The reality is, they weren't. I can sit and think of my most cherished memories of him, and they always seem to be spent outside. Grandpa would let me go with him to feed the dogs, then we would race back to the house. I can remember, as I got older, he would run faster in order to teach me that I couldn't always win. Looking back, I know how hard it was for him to let me win. You see, Shelton's do not just let people win at anything.

My grandparents were at every softball game and dance recital that I ever played in that were in a 100 mile radius of their house. EVERY ONE

When I was a little girl, my grandpa would help me climb up on the gate between lots at their house. Once I was adjusted just right, he would push me through the openings. I can remember coming in the house with sore and wind-burned cheeks from playing outside so long.

Can you even imagine how I felt, when I witnessed this:

I just stood there, watching my baby girl swing on the gate with my papa. The same gate I swung on 30 years earlier. The same strong hands pushing the gate.

The same smile on his face.

When we walked back to the house, Emileigh wanted to hold our hands.... Needless to say, I'll never ever forget this moment the rest of my life.

TESTING

2011-08-14T11:15:00.001-05:00

Testing

It's about time.

2011-07-23T10:54:00.000-05:00

I used to be a crafty person. I scrapbooked, made some simple quilts, got into the bow making craze. This was all before we had children and my free time disappeared. Maybe it was before facebook hooked me. I'm not sure, however, I lost my mojo a long time ago. I used to have all of the latest gadgets and paper and embellishments. I had enough product to fill a dang room. My problem: I spent more time organizing the stuff, then actually creating.

Fast forward six years or so, and that creative side is trying to make a comeback. I surf blogs and message board gallaries and think- Hmmm maybe I could get back into (whatever it is I'm looking at).

I stumbled upon etsy- and while that was pretty exciting- I'm not confident that I could actually sell my creations. Although, that is really my dream!

So, my crafty-ness continued to stay boxed up hidden in a closet upstairs. Once a week- sending SOS messages to my heart.

Oh- I guess I should throw in the fact that since October 2010, I have been a stay at home mom. We went from a two income family to quickly (and suddenly) a one income family of not two, but four. Needless to say, purchasing anything for fun was out of the question. So, as time passed by, and items were changing, I just let them change... and I was left in the dust.

Somehow it felt a bit ironic that I was an avid scrapbooker before we had babies, yet when they tots arrived- I stopped.

About a month ago, I was surfing a scrapbooking message board and clicked on a thread titled "Pinterest invite needed." I'm a sucker for the latest internet fad, so I jumped on the boat and requested one for myself.

Let me tell you, this has brought my mojo back in full force. Basically, it is a website where you "pin" pictures to virtual pin boards which in turn are shared with your followers. It's not the typical facebook or twitter social network, although it has certain twitter aspects. You just look through pictures and if you like it, or are inspired by something, you just pin it to the corresponding board of your choice. Currently, I have 50 boards!!

Here is my pinterest address: http://pinterest.com/jentaylor03/

If you need an invite, put your email address in the comment section below. I'll get an email sent with an invite included.

In the meantime- I'm off to clean out a closet upstairs to I can get crafty again. I have found a couple of pictures online for some space inspiration.

love the built ins on this.

The shoe holders are genious

What ideas do you have for my crafty closet?

Me, Too!

2011-07-19T09:06:00.000-05:00

Emileigh will be two in less than two months. She is such a sweet, sweet, little girl. She loves her baby doll, she loves to help mom, and she loves to keep her brother in line. She follows Blayne around everywhere and when he is doing something she thinks she can do better... she usually does.

She is just starting to talk more. She is much more of a listener, sit back and watch kinda gal. However, when Blayne answers a question, or tells a story about something he loves (which is most things), there is always a little sweet voice that quickly follows... "me, too!!"

Such a sweet blessing, she is.

Edema of the Uvula: Case of the swollen hangy down thingy.

2011-07-15T21:24:00.000-05:00

Life can change in the blink of an eye. Everyone knows that phrase, many have lived that phrase. Eye blinks can be good, more often, they are spoken of the bad. This week, we lived it... or almost lived it.

I am back to being a stay at home mom (for another post) so this weekend, I went to my grandparent's to help out (also for another post). I needed to run to Tulsa for some errands Monday morning, and since Kevin worked Sunday, we thought it would be a good idea for him to stay at home Monday and get some much needed rest. My full day ended up being shorter than we all expected, so when errands were finished, I grabbed the kids and we came home.

I did my best to keep the TaylorTots awake on the drive, because I had big plans to catch a nap with them once we made it home. My plan worked beautifully, we sang songs, played "I spy", and even endured the occasional emileigh fit :)

I pulled in the driveway at 1:45 and gave explicit instructions to, "get your heiney's up those stairs, to your beds, and DO NOT WAKE DADDY!!!" My ~~spawn~~ perfect angels managed to mind those instructions perfectly, and ten minutes later, I was entering our dark bedroom with my pillow in hand. I tossed the pillow on the bed, and Kevin roused. He said, "hey, what time is it?" and cleared his throat. I mentioned something about the kids going down for a nap, and the house felt wonderfully cool and my head hit the pillow. Kevin said something about his throat feeling sore, and got up to get a drink. The next 30 minutes were C.R.A.Z.Y.

Kevin went to the kitchen and said, "it feels like I have something hanging in my throat..." He went to the bathroom to look at his throat, and immediately came into the bedroom looking for his phone. He needed a light (I was ticked ...again, another blog) his voice had considerably changed and he sort of said, "Jennifer! My hangy down thing is really swoolen!!"

**Side note- I love my husband, he knows that that piece of tissue at the back of the throat between the tonsils is called an uvula, but he also knew that I would have looked at him like he had a third head if he used that term.. so in his time of need, he used the more technical term: hangy-down-thingy.**

I jumped out of bed, because, if you know kevin, he doesn't panic about anything, and there was complete panic in his changed voice. I swear to god, it looked like a thumb was sticking straight out of his mouth from the back of the throat. His uvula was literally laying on his tongue. He was gagging and gasping. I said, "we are going to the hospital, get dressed!!" He said something about already doing that. I got on the phone and called my brother who came to watch the kids (who were sleeping soundly) and off to the hospital we went.

Kevin insisted that he didn't have any trouble breathing, but the next day, retracted that statement. It was so scary. We got to the ER by 2:20 and he was given benadryl and prednisone to counteract the allergic reaction going on. Kevin drank a quarter of a bottle (well, maybe not that much but a lot) of children's benadryl before we left, so he was pretty drunk. His uvula went down, his tongue turned black and blue, and about six hours later, we came home. Apparently, he is allergic to ACE inhibitors. Who knew blood pressure medication could KILL YOU!?? Especially, after taking it for 18 months before Monday.

The nurses, doctors, and medics all got their jabs in, once they found out Kev was going to be okay. However, it was so refreshing, as a wife, to see just how much my husband is loved. Everyone came by to see how he was, and to volunteer to be the one to do the next embaressing procedure, if needed.

He slept the entire rest of the night and the next day woke up a little groggy. We talked about how scary that was and then talked about the what if's You know.. What If I didn't come home? What if it would have cut off his oxygen.... godforbid anything happen to my family. I'm so thankful he is okay... What a scary experience for us.

Thankfully- our blink of an eye story, just ended up being a good blog post. It served to get my blogging juices running again. I'm not sure what I would have done if it had worked out differently.
So- to celebrate kevin living another day... we did what any good guy does: We went to McNellies and had a few brews :)

Dear Blayne

2011-05-29T22:18:00.000-05:00

Dear Blayne,

     Today, we made brownies together and took them to Daddy and the guys he works with. While we were on the way to deliver them, you were talking away about everything you could think about, and about as fast as you could think about it.   You are changing so fast, buddy. I'm so excited to watch you grow up, but at the same time, it makes me sad that I am not allowed a pause button.
     You keep Daddy and me cracking up. I always said you would be as witty as your daddy. I am pretty sure, you won't make a liar out of me on that. Depending on your mood, I can be "Ruby-mommy" while you are "Max-Blayne." You turn me into a dragon when you want me to chase you.... "Oh no!!! Here comes dragon mommy! Run Emileigh!!!"
     Your imagination is amazing. You pretend to be robot Blayne and everyone else in the house is expected to be robots as well. You get tired of us, you just come up and pull the lever to shut us down. If it were only that easy.
     You are adding words to your vocabulary daily, and phrases that use to be difficult, seem to roll off of your tongue. You are quick to say "No fank you" when you don't want something, and just as quick to say "I'm sorry" when you feel you are just about to get into trouble. However cute it is, you like to say, "it was just an acks-a-dent, momma" when you know you should be in trouble. Most of the time, you get out of it though :)
     You love to play with Levi, next door. In fact, you call him your best friend. You think that everyone is our best friend, so innocent baby. I hope you have a lifetime filled with best friends.
    You sing like an angel when you allow me the opportunity to hear. You carry the correct tune and it warms my soul to hear it. You always ask me to sing with you... I am sure that will soon change. I can't carry a tune in a bucker, buddy. But until you forbid me from singing, I will join you joyfully.
     You have such a sweet spirit, love. If you think I am upset about something, you quickly say, "it's okay momma. It will be okay." It breaks my heart that you are so thoughtful. If something is wrong with sissy, you come find me... "momma, girl is mad- help her."
    You have a temper. You love to play outside and the park is your favorite adventure. You would live at Honor Height's park if we would let you. Your second favorite thing to do is pick up rocks and sticks and throw them in the water. You could do this for days.
   Yesterday, we went to Pettit Bay at Lake Tenkiller in Tahlequah. You were so unhappy when we loaded up to head home. You cried and cried. It made me sad. Daddy and I talked about when we were little and our parent's made us do something we didn't want to do, or understand why we had to do it. I hate that you felt that yesterday, but you made up for it. I was trying to console you and you quickly said, "NOT TALK TO ME ANYMORE, MOMMA!" I am sure when you are 15, my reaction will be much different, however it was super cute.
     I love you, little man. I love you more than I could ever imagine loving anyone in my entire life. I hope that you will feel that before you have your own children... My wish is that when you are grown, you will know your parent's loved you with everything we have. I look forward to more "Blayne-isms" and many, many more laughs.


                                                                                                                                       love,    Mom :)

Weekend Update:

2011-05-28T10:50:00.000-05:00

Today marks two full weeks I have been back to work. I feel alive again, Saturday's feel like Saturday and I feel like I am contributing to society again. I haven't had to worry about the TaylorTots, they have been able to spend a lot of extra time with Daddy, and they are in heaven.

I am so thankful for the time I spent at home with them, as babies.

I started working at LinkAmerica in 2004- I have been through a LOT of changes, yet going back last week was really strange. There were a lot of old faces, but so many new faces. Such a shock. LinkAmerica is known for changing things internally... I'm ready for the ride. It was a nice two year break.

Kevin and I bought a new car last week. We ended up with a Chevy Malibu. After fueling the expedition and shelling out $96.00 for three days worth of commuting, something had to give. So far, we have had it a week and a couple of days, put almost 900 miles on it, and have only put $80.00 in the fuel tank. SCORE.

My family is blended meaning when dad got remarried, I gained three sisters. They are amazing women who I love dearly. Last week, they lost their cousin in a very, very tragic accident. She was 19ish. My heart broke watching various facebook posts. If you are a spiritual person, please keep the them in your prayers. Amanda, Megan, and Katie- Love you three.

I stopped playing Farmville this week! I start summer school on June 6th and decided school, work, family, and summer was more important.

Im going to sign off for now, I have two perfect little Taylor's who are playing upstairs. I think I hear cartoons calling my name :)

Hi hoooooo, Hi hoooooooo.... Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go...

2011-05-15T08:34:00.000-05:00

Three weeks after Emileigh was born, I went back to work. Two weeks after that... I quit.

Tomorrow, I return.

I have such mixed feelings. I am nervous, I am anxious, I am excited... I am scared I will miss my kids. I will miss living in "comfortable clothing" and sleeping at convenient times.

I am excited about getting back into the real world. I am excited about contributing financially to this family once again. I am excited that Kevin will get to spend more time with the kids.

The good totally outweighs the bad, and I know in a week, I will be over the anxiety.

I am going back to LinkAmerica. They called, we met, we stuck a deal. I will have a ton of flexibility, with is the major point in my going back to work.

Let's face it. Link is what I know. I have no problem working with truckers, or customers, or maintaince, or cranky people.

it's the damn spreadsheets that kick my ass!

The Squeeze

2011-04-15T16:50:00.000-05:00

Growing up, my parents never taught me about money. They didn't teach me good things, and they didn't teach me bad things. In fact, we never talked about money.

My parents argued all of the time. I really can't remember when they liked each other. I don't remember ever knowing exactly what they were arguing about, but I suspect now, it had a lot to do with money, or the lack there of.

My grandmother always gave me money when she came over to see us. I can remember finding money in books that she bought me, money slid in my hand when she would hold it, money slipped in my jacket pockets. This happened until she realized that I would take that money and put it in my mother's purse. Mom would always seem so thankful, and for a minute... I felt loved.

My mother would take us to the grocery store on payday and we would peruse the aisles choosing whatever we wished and would throw it in the basket. every two weeks. Cookies, chips, snacks, pop, candy, etc. Never would she have a list, never would she have a menu, never would she have any plan at all. She would never ever, ever, ever look at a price. It was food, we needed it, she would buy it.

My dad would never mention it (in front of me) and as long as he had enough money for gas to get to work and lunches (he always packed) he was happy. He never gave me money, never bought me things, or rewarded me with money. It just didn't happen.

Fast forward to today.

I am a financial nightmare. there, I said it... OUTLOUD!!!

I have no concept of money. To me, it is just paper that is used to buy things I want and sometimes things I need. If I run out, we will get more. I can't take it with me, right?

Yes, I know how stupid that sounds. I really do. However, this is all I know and this is all I have ever known. Remember, I wasn't taught. That is not to be an excuse, but well... it is what it is.

Kevin and I have really been talking a lot about our finances. Our feelings about what we each want to be able to do, and how to get there. For example, Kevin is currently studying for the MCAT, which means medical school is on the horizon. In order for that to happen, we must get our act together and get something ironed out and in place. I don't believe that I need to provide each and everything that my kids want or will ask for, but I do believe it is my job to provide most of those things.

All of that to say, I am researching budgeting systems. How strict, what kind, etc.

To be Continued...

Walking away.

2011-04-11T19:25:00.000-05:00

worst blogger ever- checking in :)

Last week, I received a message that one of my previous drivers was in an accident and died. He was young, crazy, loud, full of life, and I immediately missed him. He and his wife both had their CDL and drove as a team. Whenever we needed anything to be delivered the next day, we would call the Cross'. It was such a sad day to hear of this tragedy.

I am the person who wears my emotions on my sleeve. What you see, is what you get. I fight hard when I need to fight. I play hard when I need to play. Unfortunately, when I am tired, or confused, or sad, or scared, or embarrassed - I walk away.

I walked away after high school. I knew I wouldn't be attending college like all of my friends would be, so I just cut off communication. I would stay in Slick and not call anyone. I found someone who I thought made me happy, and spent 100% of my time with him. We were so young, and both looking for something the other would never be able to provide. So... we got married.

My two closest childhood friends were in my wedding. I went almost 10 years from that day without talking to her. I just walked away.

I knew I didn't want to get married, but I didn't know how to say so.

When we ended our relationship- I moved to Tahlequah. I moved to my parents house, looking for something they should have given me from day one, but never would. Unconditional love. My mother convinced me to take out student loans, apply to NSU, and live in the dorms. Sounded great to me :) A fresh new start, right?

I started college as a 20 year old freshman who had been married, divorced, worked, and experienced bills. I could not connect with the other students I was grouped with. My parents were friends with the housing coordinator, and thought they were doing me a favor by giving me a single room with no roommate. Looking back- that only added to the feelings of solitude.
I fought- but in the end... I quit. I left. I ran away. I didn't even take the time to withdraw from my classes.
I walked away.

Fast forward to my life now. I haven't walked from some tough things. There are times I should have walked, but didn't :)

That was, until October 2010. I walked away from LinkAmerica.

I had worked at Link for 7 years. I loved my job, I loved the people with whom I worked for, both drivers and management. I loved my customers, both drivers and companies. I worked very hard and worked my way up to a management position, which was very difficult without a bachelors degree and being a woman. LinkAmerica was my family.
One day, I was asked to complete an assignment. I was asked to compile the financials for the previous day. A 24 hour P&L snapshot so to speak. I felt I could do it, I attempted it. It was wrong. I emailed the wrong statement to the entire management and looked like a fool. I received an email from the VP, at the time feeling like a virtual slap. I hit my wall. I walked.

I haven't been back to LinkAmerica since the day I walked out of the doors.
I miss my family.
I miss my job.
I miss my best friend who I haven't even texted back.

I went 14 months before even adding anyone from there to my Facebook account. I just walked away, buried it in my mind and went on with life.

Then Randy died.

I saw some of the people who I walked away from, they smiled. When the service was over, they came up to me and asked how I was doing. They asked questions and were interested in the answers.

I am struggling today. I am struggling with the fact that I walked away. That I seem to walk.
I like to believe that I wear my feelings on my sleeve, that I am an open book. I am not. There is a lot inside that needs to come out.

What a heavy post to start back with.... maybe it's what needs to happen?

2011-02-21T23:52:00.000-06:00

So, I updated my blog header... and thought I had better update my blog while I was at it.

Blayne turns three in less than two weeks. I can't even begin to explain how strange that sounds to me. Blayne was 18 months old when Emileigh was born, in a few days, she will be the same age. She is still my little baby, he is my big boy. I can't even imagine what my life would be about either of them. Blayne made me a mother, Emileigh finished the job.

ABC...123...

2010-12-11T18:11:00.000-06:00

Growing up, I wanted to be a Mommy. I wanted to be a wife and mother more than anything in the world. When I was in Kindergarden, we had a play. I believe it was about different occupations A-Z. I was a Librarian, I really wanted to be the Kite Flier. (That was Tara Smith and she had the biggest, most beautiful balloon that she used.) Librarian? Okay- I went from Kindergarden to second grade wanting to be a Librarian. When I was in Middle School, I wanted to be a basketball coach. Not because I enjoyed the game, but because I despised every middle school coach I ever had and just knew I could be better.

High School came and I decided that I wanted to be a teacher. Senior Year: I wanted to be Mrs. Alcorn.

I didn't go to college at the same time my graduating class did. I entered in 2001, a couple of years later. I felt out of place. Young enough to fit the sterotype of "typical college student" but older than the rest of the freshmen class. I bailed shortly after the attack on September 11th. It is just a coincidence, or I thought it was.

I attempted NSU again in 2003. I was not a MARRIED college student. Surely, I would fit in much better now, right? Umm NO.

I bailed again and went to work at LinkAmerica.

The next 7 years were spend with my head deep in the transportation industry. I was like a sponge, soaking up every term, account, formula, and driver history. It was my life for a long time, putting in many, many, many weeks of 70+ hours. I was always accessable by cell phone during all hours of the day and night, and was issued a laptop to be able to access the system, oh and email. I literally worked 23 hours a day. Kevin learned a lot by just listening to me sleep. I could do my best dispatching while sleeping. :)

Although I moved up the ladder fairly quickly, I would always face the fact that I was a woman in a man's world. YES that still exists and actually thrives in this industry.

When Emileigh was born, we made the decision that I would stay at home with the kiddos. I will never, ever, ever regret that decision.

About six months ago, I got the itch. I want to jump back into the work force, but I wanted to do something that would stick with me the rest of my working life. I have thought a million times about going back to transportation, even looking into the program at the University of Arkansas.

I just didn't want to get back into the industry. That chapter is closed... that Book is closed.

I am opening a new chapter in a new book. This week I started back to college, to pursue a degree in Nursing. My hope is to work with either Labor/Delivery, or the NICU.

Yesterday was my first class back. I am taking a Winter Intersession (minimester) class at Connors. Psychology.

I LOVE IT.

Stay tuned.. this could change at any minute.

Accused

2010-12-08T07:04:00.002-06:00

I love facebook.

I love it because it allows an avenue to reacquaint myself with people I have known my entire life, but never see anymore.  I love it because it allows me to sit at home in my PJ's with a cup of coffee, no bra, (tmi?) and socialize. I love it because I can talk to one of my best friends who lives in Utah, like she is next door. I love it because a conversation can last four days, and everyone is okay with that. I love it because I am ultimately a people watcher, and you can't get any better people watching than facebook.

This weekend, I was accused. Accused of being on facebook too much.

Last Sunday, I was at grandma's. She cooked lunch and one uncle and two cousins, ~~Jeff, Josh, and Tyler~~, who will go unnamed were there. The normal riff raff between father and sons continued through lunch when at the end of the meal, ~~Tyler~~ Thing 1, pulled out his cell phone and discretely checked his text messages. No harm, right? WRONG.

Grandma immediately announced that she will be collecting all cell phones in a basket on Christmas day and locking them up, because ...wait for it.... wait for it.... facebook is of the devil....

WHAT???

I immediately knew this was going downhill and fast. I quickly reached for the honey so I could have something to occupy my time and silently counted to 193 in my head.

Before I knew it, I had fingers pointed at me, calling me out. " AND SHE IS THE WORST! "

Not cool guys... not cool at all.

Thing 2, ~~Josh,~~ tried to stick up for me, but he knew he was outnumbered so he backed off pretty quickly, chicken.   ~~Jeff~~ Uncle Sell Out's favorite word was "yeah" agreeing with everything grandma was saying. I tried to remind him that he is on it more than anyone... but that point was mute.

I finally ended the conversation by saying... I am 31 (gasp) years old. I believe I can post whatever I wish on facebook. Besides, how do you KNOW what I do on the Internet... You don't even touch a computer or smart phone.

Needless to say, we cleaned the kitchen in very awkward silence.

After MUCH thought about this whole debacle I have decided that maybe I do post too much random nothing-ness on facebook. Maybe I do spend too much time reading about other people and their cool lives. I decided that, although I will still participate daily in the facebook era, I will try to post more to this blog... I mean, it is intended for my kids.

I would die if they read some of my status updates.... lol
Maybe they will think I was cool???   nah

Goin' to the chapel.....

2010-12-07T08:49:00.000-06:00

Kevin is from Ponca City, and most of what is left of his family still lives there. We don't ever seem to get there enough and I always feel super guilty when we do go because I tend to drag him to see someone in my family every three days.

We always come up with some sort of excuse as to why we shouldn't go. In reality, we should definitely make it more of a priority.

This blog isn't a premature list of new year resolutions.

Last Saturday, Kevin and I went to Ponca City to see his nephew, Scott get married. Kevin is the youngest of 8 children, so he and Scott are fairly close in age 6 years. It is strange to me that when I married Kevin, I immediately became an Aunt and great-Aunt all at the same time :)

We haven't seen Scott in a few years and I was SUPER excited to meet two of his sons. I almost fell over when I met Eli. He is six months old and the resemblance to Emileigh is striking. Infact, his hair grows the exact same as her's. Mohawk style :)

Liam just turned two, and unfortunately for his parents is LOVING this crazy stage. He was supposed to walk his momma down the aisle... he screamed the entire time. To me, it was adorable- I am sure the beauty in the white dress was thinking otherwise.

I can see the resemblance in Liam and Blayne as well..... so strange.

Here is a picture of the Taylor men... Some of them. Steve and David aren't in it, nor are Scott's other sons. Maybe this summer (or sooner) we can get them all together and get one. There I go about those stinkin resolutions again.

Front: Eli Taylor 6months - Liam Taylor 2 Years

Back: Kevin Taylor, Scott Taylor, Brett Taylor

I apologize for the quality of this photo. It is actually from a camera phone that I 'borrowed' from facebook :)

December eve...

2010-11-30T15:32:00.000-06:00

Thanksgiving flew by faster than it has ever flown before. It seems like last weekend, we were celebrating Emileigh's birthday and now it seems I overslept and missed Black Friday all together.

This year, my family got together in Bristow at my Uncle Curtis' house. It was a small gathering, it seems to get smaller every year, but a good time was had by all. More than once I heard, "why do we only eat this meal once a year?!!" We had a lot left over, but it was so yummy.

Kevin worked Friday- So Butch, me, and the tots hung around all day and watched football. I enjoyed living in my sweat pants and doing nothing. Saturday Kevin was home and we pretty much continued from the day before :) As crazy as life is, I am learning to enjy those days where you ahve absolutely nothing planned. They are nice.

I put our Christmas tree up the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, because I knew we would be uber busy and I wouldnt get around to it. I am SOOO glad I did. Sunday, we went to Slick to put up Grandma's tree, she always says every year that she isn't going to put one up. This year, I found out why. Not only does she have the heaviest tree known to man, but also 17 million ornaments. WAY TOO MUCH WORK.

We got it up, though.

Emileigh has decided that she thinks everything is hers and will say as loudly as possible, "miiiiiine!!" This was cute for about 2 times, now I am going crazy hearing it. She will see something across the room and on her way over to it, scream the entire way. Blayne just picks up the toy he wants and chooses to hide. Poor kid.

Emileigh has also decided that she would give walking a try, finally. I guess she liked it, because she is toddling around the house like she is looking for something, talking baby chinese the entire time. Either that or she is cussing me in 1 year old, which is probably what she is doing.

Crap Shows

2010-11-21T08:44:00.000-06:00

I have been attending craft shows with my grandma since I was born. I can remember when I was young, I hated to be drug to them. Quilt shows? the worst Grandma likes to remind me that I used to refer to them as "crap shows" when I was young.

Apparently, I outgrew that. I love, love, LOVE them. We really do not go enough. My favorite are the shows in Arkansas the third weekend in October. War Eagle, Hillbilly Corner, etc.

Yesterday, we attended An Affair of the Heart in Tulsa. This show is held at the Quick Trip center two times a year, once in Spring and another in Fall.

I found some SUPER cute outfits for Em-J. I am telling you, if I am ever lucky enough to win the lottery, a HUGE chunk will be spent at this show.

I really, really, need to charge my camera and stop using my Iphone... the quality is so much better. But- you get the idea.

The show is still open today- go spend some cash!

we DID it

2010-11-03T15:36:00.000-05:00

we made it- we moved. I forget how exhausting it is. Most of our things are still packed away in half-emptied boxes strewen about, but oh well... we are here. I love being able to run to the grocery store and be back in 7 minutes.

We are getting used to the stairs, lol. We have 15. I made sure to count them the fifth time I had to climb them. Blayne fell down them yesterday after climbing the baby gate that was secured to the top of the stairs. Emileigh will go up the stairs, but then make a little "uhh uhhh" sound until someone comes to her rescue.

Most of their toys are upstairs in their rooms, so I spend a lot of time up here while they play. Blayne refuses to be up here alone. We will work on that...

Oh- speaking of Blayne. He has slept in his own bed all night long the last two nights. This is a MAJOR accomplishment considering he would come and get in our bed by midnight at the latest at the old house. He likes Blaynes new room...

Dear Emileigh

2010-10-21T19:28:00.000-05:00

Emileigh-

   Today was special, daddy and I got to spend time with all of our attention focused on YOU today. Blayne has been begging to go stay with papa and doodah, so we shipped him off. I love spending time alone with you, just the three of us: Daddy, Mommy, and You.
    At dinner tonight and you stole the show for sure. We went to Runts and you ate your very first fried pickle today. Of course, you made the funniest face but kept eating away.You wore your OU shirt and brand new OU flower that Aunt Amanda bought you... with your smile you took the breath away from a lot of people today. I love that you are such a friendly little girl :)
     You are such a little stinker though. You are 13 months old right now and refuse to walk. We have to trick you to get you to stand on your own. I should be happy that I have a baby who prefers to be held, but I am ready for you to walk! I know I should cherish this time, before long, you will be running everywhere.
   You have begun to show your personality a bit lately. Uncle Butch taught Blayne to "put em up" when I was still pregnant with you. It is super cute and Blayne tends to "put em up" from time to time. We really never taught you the trick, but you learned all on your own. The last week, you have been wanting to fight everyone you see :) I wish Butch was here to see it.
    You went to the doctor for the first time this week. You have your first ear infection, but are such a trooper. I wouldnt have know you were even sick if it hadn't disrupted your sleeping habits. You were SUCH a good girl at the doctor's office. Not a peep out of you.
    I cherish the time we get to spend one on one. While you will never know what it feels like to be the only child, you will know what it feels like to be the baby. The daughter. I hope it is a good experience that you will tell your daughter about one day. I love the way you ask for mama now, not just when you are scared or hurt. I love that you always have to know where everyone in the house is at all times. You have began to love to watch "Dora the explorer" and "Mickey Mouse." You shout Duuura Duuura and do the "we did it" dance so perfectly.
    You and Blayne started attending Children's Day Out this week at the United Methodist Church in Muskogee, Ok. While your brother cries when I drop him off, you are such a big girl and crawl in the room and play with the closest toy/friend you come to. I hope that you will continue to be friendly, I want to to be nice to everyone. We will work on that more later.
    I love you so very much, Emileigh. When you are a mommy one day, you will understand. Right now, you will just have to trust me.

M-O-V-I-N-G

2010-10-20T19:33:00.000-05:00

It is not a surprise to anyone that I hate living in the sticks of muskogee county. Actually, I guess it could be worse, I could have zero internet access or satellite. That would be so bad.

When we moved to this house, we were desperate. In about a weekend, we came to the conclusion that I would quit work, we would move, and this needed to happen in days, if not minutes. Our rent and expenses from Kevin driving back and forth from Tulsa to Muskogee for work were astronomical to say the least. The only way we could afford to let me stay at home (in theory) was to move back to the 'Gee.

Kevin and I spent a day combing through the newspaper and calling local relators. We were not (and still are not) ready to purchase due to going from two incomes to one. We were lucky enough to find a realator who also managed some properties in Muskogee. That is how we landed here.

At first glance, I was excited. I have the granite countertops, I have the stainless steel appliances, I have crown molding, blah blah blah. I also live 35 minutes from Wal-Mart, 25 Minutes from a grocery store, 15 minutes from a convenience store. I fight ants and spiders on an hourly basis. I am not even going to begin to speak about the dogs next door, the ones who killed our dog and would do the same to my children. The ceramic floor tiles in my kitchen are cracking and breaking under our feet. What do you expect from a house that is 100 years old? Our roof is a metal one, which might be amazing if, again you arent living in an 800 square foot, 100 year old house. Being as it is, when it rains, no one sleeps. I compare it to sleeping under a tarp. Clearly,I read this book by the cover.

Lucky for me, WE ARE MOVING!!!

We are moving into town, into a neighborhood where other normal people live. People who have children, not mean pit bull dogs. I am super excited about this move. We will gain about 800 square feet plus a two car garage. We will also gain a fenced in back yard (privacy fence) and a back door for the kids to leave open and come in and out all day. The only drawback I have at the moment is the fact that there are two bedrooms upstairs with the master down. This means that my kids will be upstairs. That will take a little bit of logistical thought, but I am up for it. I need to purchase baby moniters, and was thinking about whether ot not I would prefer a video monitor. Do any of my readers have any suggestions?

uncle mike

2010-10-19T09:38:00.000-05:00

My uncle Mike came home to visit this week. I posted on my facebook account that I felt like I did when I was 8 and he would come home to visit. I was very serious.

I was born in 1979, Mike's senior year. I attended my first Bristow High School football game when I was only days old to cheer on my uncle Mike. I can remember riding in the car for what seemed like hours with my grandparents to watch him play baseball games while he was in college at SWOSU in Weatherford, OK.

I would take my matchbox cars with me because the guys in the dougout would play with me during the games. I am not sure why they would let me play with them... but I can vividly remember it like yesterday. I LOVED going to baseball games.

When I was 6 my uncle Jeff got married, and I can remember the atmosphere being so thick. Mike was supposed to be in the wedding and was late! 25 years later, I finally asked my grandmother about that. Her voice always lowers a bit and I hear sadness. Apparently, on the day that Jeff got married, Mike had a try out with the Phillies in Kansas. He was offered a contract and all anyone really cared about was that he was late (almost) to Jeff's wedding! Looking back, how hard would that have been to have to drive 8 hours with the news that you were officially a professional baseball player... then to arrive and not be able to tell anyone.

I remember Mike working out in the mornings. He would run and I would always ask to go with him. Some days, he would allow me to run to the post office with him if I would run back. He would always run backwards while I would run as fast as I could. I just wanted to keep up with him.

In the first grade, he came to school with grandma to pick me up. I was so surprised, he picked me up and put me on his shoulders and walked through the hallways at Washington Elementary. I will NEVER forget that.

As Mike progressed through the ranks of his baseball career, I saw him less and less. I was always glad to see him when he game home. He ALWAYS had the best stuff. I played a nintendo for the first time at my grandma's house. Mike brought one back :)

When I was 10, we went to Oklahoma City and watched him play. I am pretty sure I smiled for a month afterward. I still have the baseball with the players signatures on it in my hope chest. That was MY uncle Mike on the pitching mound.

I always wanted him to be proud of me. I worked really hard when I was young to do good while playing softball. We even named out team the Phillies :)

I love my Uncle Mike. I wish he lived closer.

Here are some pictures of the good ole days-

A is for Apple

2010-10-12T16:22:00.000-05:00

My children love to eat apples. I believe their first real fight was over an apple. Last week, I was sitting on the couch with Emileigh watching cartoons and eating apples. I grabbed my iPhone and took a few shots, please excuse the picture quality, it really is about the moment.

ooooohhhh looook an apple

mine! mineminemine MINE.

that blayne better watch out...

i'll karate chop him! haaa-yeeah

nom nom nom nom

yummy!

School?!

2010-10-11T16:09:00.000-05:00

Today, Blayne and Emileigh started school.

Technically, they started Kids Day Out at St. Paul United Methodist Church, here in Muskogee. Last Friday, we visited the church to meet the classroom teachers and get an understanding about how they conduct the day. Blayne fell in love immediately. Emileigh just loved all of the toys! We had to drag him out, kicking and screaming to stay and play.

Today was the official day #1. We woke up early, took showers, packed his backpack, and grabbed lunches. Off to school we went.

Sadly, neither one of them cried when we left. (Kevin met and rode into town with me, yay)

It was nice to have five hours to get some things accomplished without having little feet running under mine. I felt like I could focus my complete attention on them when they came home today. I think it will be a fantastic journey.

We picked them up at 2:00. (They attend MWF from 9:00 - 2:00)

Blayne asked if he could go back morrow?

I'll have to take pictures this Wednesday.

the defination of fun

2010-10-07T21:34:00.000-05:00

Having a 2.5 year old, is... fun.

For example: My 2.5 year old ...

has ZERO interest in the potty. He is content to attend high school with a diaper in place.
would play outside in said diaper from the second he wakes up until he crashes, telling the neighbor's dog to 'hush it up' every few minutes.
Thinks that every single time I pick up my iPhone, he should say, "cheese!!!" He doesn't even eat cheese!
Uses that iPhone better than I do.
somehow survives on a menu consisting of 'half-fries' (french fries), chicken nuggets, bananas, oranges, and apples. it is very frustrating.
is the best kid when it comes to time to sleep. He knows that he is to take a nap as soon as lunch is over, and as soon as as that little head hits the pillow, he is sleeping. 8PM is bedtime at our house, the same thing happens. He says good-night and is asleep by 8:10. LOVE THAT.

Today- I learned what he thought is fun...

what? I like a powder momma

THIS is what I walked into this morning...

the fog... that is baby powder.

"it on my shirt, momma. yucky"

"cheese"

my floor, after the fact.

...fun is baby powder.

We went to the ZOO

2010-09-28T13:24:00.000-05:00

If you know me very well, you know that I fly by the seat of my pants. If I make plans, it is a proven fact that I will change my mind 10 times before the event even happens. However, if I just go with my instincts, I am liable to get more accomplished.

Yesterday, was one of those days.

The day was so pretty outside, I just couldn't stand the thought of staying inside all day. Sure, I could have cleaned house, but I can do that when it is freezing, or raining, or even hot.

Kevin got home around 10am and by 11:00 I was pitching the idea, "what do you think about the zoo today?"
He agreed, and by noon, we were loaded up and on our way to Tulsa.

Blayne watches a cartoon on NickJr from time to time, called "Little Bill." He loves it, and in one episode, little Bill goes to the zoo. I think Blayne thought that he was going to get to meet him, but all the way he would name the names of the animals. It was SUPER CUTE.

We arrived and rode the train first, then we walked around to see the animals. What a great thing to do with a 2.5 year old. I didn't take my camera, but did get some shots on my iphone.

No, momma. No pictures on the choo choo train

I am way too cool for that kid stuff.

This is the best way to keep a 2 year

old close by when he refuses to ride.

He pushed that stroller everywhere.

i likes the zoo too, momma

i likes my daddy the most, though

priceless

Dear Tots: 1

2010-09-26T17:05:00.001-05:00

Dear Blayne and Emileigh,

Yesterday, I learned a friend of mine was going through a very difficult time. Her daddy passed away, and left her with a lot of unanswered questions. When your grandma Susan passed, I felt the same way. I wanted to ask why? Today, I wish I would have asked more. I wish I would have asked what my first words were. I wish I would have asked what my favorite toys were, what songs I liked, etc.

I started thinking yesterday about the questions you will have someday, and decided that I would use this blog to answer them. I am sure in 30+ years, you will not come to this, but I plan to print them for you.

I want you to know that I love you more than anything. I would pass up winning the lottery if it means I get to spend the rest of my life loving you two.

I hope to capture the little moments that pass so quickly. For example: Blayne. when you were learning to talk, you would NEVER say the entire word. "Mick" was Mickey Mouse, "Bop" was Baby Bop from Barney. In fact, a year ago, you were calling for Mick. As I type this though, I think that you probably did that on purpose. Maybe you just prefer one syllable names. You never call Emileigh by her name.   When you refer to your sister, you call her "girl."

In the morning, when we wake up, I hear, "good morning pretty girl."
During the day, I hear, "NO girl!"   "Sorry girl." "Come here girl" "NO GIRL!"
At night, when it is time for bed, I hear, "nite nite, girl"

It is such a sweet name you have given your sister.

Emileigh, you call everyone either, "sissy" or "Jaci" Although that sound very much alike, they are very distinct when you speak them. You will only call for "momma" when you are scared or hurt. All of the other times you ask for "dada." You babble a lot. I think Blayne understands, but won't translate for me. You are a quiet little girl. I think it is because you study everything so closely because it doesn't take long before you have something mastered.

Emileigh, you LOVE to sing the "ewey gooey" song and "If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops." You will dance and sing with us, then you will tip your head back and laugh. You can NOT stand for daddy to sing "rock a bye baby" to you. You immediately pucker out your lips and cry big tears. I have to get onto daddy for doing it. I threaten him with the naughty chair.

Ahhh- The naughty chair. That is something we have introduced to you, Blayne. It really is more of a "chill out" then a "time out" for you. You seem to sit your two minutes and gather your thoughts. Seldom do you cry, you just wait for the buzzer on the microwave to sound, then you holler, "hear it momma?!" You immediately say, "I sorry mommy" then get up and go about your business.

You have only had to sit on the naughty chair a handful of times, mostly for taking Emileigh's toy away from her. Being two is hard, but being two and having to share your toys must be almost impossible. Hang in there- you will get the hang of it. One day, you will have to share your car!

                                                                                                Love you forever,
      momma

365 days...

2010-09-14T21:15:00.000-05:00

365 days ago, I was preparing to meet my daughter.

I was packing, then re-packing the hospital bag. Cleaned the apartment. Sent Blayne to my grandma's house. I thought I was prepared.

Kevin and I went to sleep and woke up at 4am for the journey. You can find it here.

Since then, we have welcomed Emileigh, went from a two income to a one income family, moved from Tulsa back to Muskogee, experienced holidays, birthdays, and everydays as a family of four. Through all of the ups and downs we have gone through the past 365 days I have learned one thing. Emileigh completes us.

She teaches me daily what true, absolute love is. She has loved Blayne since the very first time he kissed her in the hospital. She was hour old. She loves her da-da with every bone in that tiny body. She loves me more than I have ever been loved. She is patient with us, teaches us to laugh, and to slow down. She watches, patiently and then attempts to take on the challenges before her. She is ONE. She is such a big girl. She is such a good girl.

I re-read the post about crying when grandma took Blayne the day before we had Em. I cried because I was afraid that bringing another baby into this world would somehow be bad for him.

i couldnt have been more wrong.

I love you sweet baby girl. Happy Birthday Emileigh.

bad blogger

2010-08-18T17:16:00.000-05:00

i know i need to update. i really have a lot to talk about... just not ready... not yet.

2010-08-08T14:26:00.000-05:00

Being a parent is hard.

The parenting isn't so hard. It can be... expecially when Kevin is working for thee days straight and I change dirty diapers every hour, and Emileigh is teething, and Blayne is just cranky. That stuff is draining.

However, when one of your children have something wrong, that is when things are hard.

Blayne has a cavity. He is 2.5 We have brushed his teeth since he was tiny. He loves to "brush teeth" I do not allow him to drink tons of juice, sugary drinks, etc. He chooses to eat french fries and chicken over cake and candy. He has beautiful sweet white baby teeth.... and one has a great big ugly cavity behind it.

Yesterday, grandma spotted it. I was crushed... I cried 1/2 the way home from Slick... I know that cavities happen... I know that it doesn't require major surgery to get it corrected. However, Blayne has a complete melt down when we cut his hair... getting him in a dental chair is going to be difficult.

GRRRRR

I was sitting on the couch feeling sorry for Blayne, and well, really myself and saw that Michael Schofield updated his blog.

If you aren't aware of his story, you should really check it out. His daughter, January, is one of the youngest ever diagnosed with child onset schizophrenia. It is such a heart breaking story, yet it sometimes comforts me to read how a father will fight for his child.

Suddenly, a little cavity isn't so importaint to me.

When you have time, visit his page Jani's Journey. You will not be sorry you did... it might actually make you look at things a bit differently.

:) JT

Dear UPS Man:

2010-07-21T21:57:00.001-05:00

I am not sure if you are aware of this or not, but those beautiful boxes you are delivering to me weekly that have the word FRAGILE printed directly on the box, are just that... FRAGILE.

Oh, and the wonderful scent that is drifting from said box into your dirty vehicle... is... wax.

Lesson #1 Do not throw my boxes around like they are filled only with packing peanuts. I watched you today... stop in front of my house, sit there for 35 minutes, get up, grab my box and literally pitch it from your seat to the ground. Oh, not once... twice. The next time I see you do that.. I might just claw your eyes out. Seriously.

Lesson #2 If you are going to deliver to my doorstep. Could you at least knock on my door and let me know you have arrived. Remember... wax?? Hot Oklahoma heat index of 115 today brother. I am sick of going to the door every hour to see if you have dropped off my package.

I wish you looked like Drew Carey instead of Mr. Beautiful Wonderful Stud.

Truly-
Jen

30 Day Challenge - Day 3 of 30

2010-07-21T13:02:00.001-05:00

I never promised to stay on track with this 30 day challenge. :)

Day 3 is all about your favorite TV shows. So, below is a list of mine. I can honestly say, Thursday nights have been my favorite for years. The best TV is always on Thursday. Kevin is so good to me, he usually lets me be.

ER - My favorite, hands down. I watched ER from day one. I have watched every single episode probably more then twice. This is the very first show that I really followed.

Survivor - I am a true sucker for survivor.

*edited to add:
Big Brother- How could I forget BIG BROTHER??? Thank GOD my sister, Amanda was watchin' my back. this show is for all of us "people watchers" aka. nosy bitches.

Friends- Whachyouuuu dooin

Greys Anatomy- Almost lost me this year... but the final few episodes caught my attention.

Private Practice- I love this show. It isn't just about medical crap... it has life, and drama, and love... ahhh

Toddlers and Tiaras - I'll bunch these two together. They are to fulfill my drama tank, that's all.
Kate + 8

Army Wives- This show makes me sign Kevin up for the army and move to Charleston SC to live on base.
Yes, I know this is just made up stuff... but its a feel good show for me!!

The Duggars- If there was a perfect family... this would be the one. I LOVE to watch them!

Day 2 of 30 - Favorite Movie

2010-07-17T21:01:00.000-05:00

Hands down best movie ever... Shawshank Redemption. (I need to get that back from my dad...) I didn't watch it until a few years ago, shame.

Next favorite move: Pretty Woman. I watched pretty woman so much during 10th and 11th grade, that I wore out a VHS tape... TWO of them. Anytime TBS is showing Pretty Woman, I stop everything I am doing to watch. I can quote this movie line by line. It is just a "feel good" movie.

The Wizard of Oz- Another movie I have been known to watch multiple times.

Dazed and Confused- Every time I watch this one, I think of my high school buddies. Man, I was so lucky. Seth Campbell would go around saying, "check ya later" Classic.

Tombstone- ahhh do I have to explain?

Beaches, Steel Magnolias, 8 Seconds... all great movies to watch when you need a great cry.

Field of Dreams- This movie was replaced by Shawshank... but barely. I cry during this movie each and every time I watch it. every time

Shout out to Megs! Love YOU sister.

30 day challenge - Day 1 of 30

2010-07-16T08:41:00.002-05:00

your favorite song

Can anyone pick one favorite song? I know I can't. I don't even think I can come close. I was never one of those that would listen to lyrics, I mostly listen to tunes. I can remember times in my past where I would have music spurts if you will.. but was never cool enough to be music smart.

With that being said, here is what I can think of...

5. "Seven Bridges Road" by the Eagles

There are stars
In the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the seven bridges road

Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild

Sometimes there’s a part of me
Has to turn form here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the seven bridges road

There are stars in the southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the seven bridges road

4. "Hold on to Jesus" by Michelle Tumes

I've found love
I've found peace in my life
I've found joy
That no one can describe
When I lay down to sleep

There's a voice inside keeps telling me
Something that I ought to do
You've got to hold on to Jesus
When your heart is crying, your world is dying
You've got to hold on to Jesus
When your life has had enough

I've had pain
And like everyone else
I've been tempted
To only live for myself
When I lay down to sleep

And as time goes by, the tick of the clock is not enough for me
And as time goes by, I'll give Jesus my allegiance

You and me and we've got to hold on
You and me and we've got to hold on
You and me and we've got to hold on
Hold on to Jesus

3. "Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler

It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

2. "Cryin for me" by Toby Keith

Got the news on Friday mornin’
But a tear I couldn’t find
You showed me how I’m supposed to live
And now you showed me how to die
I was lost till Sunday mornin’
I woke up to face my fear
While I’m writing you this goodbye song
I found a tear

I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up
I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you wanna be
I’m not crying 'cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m crying for me

I got up and dialed your number
And your voice came on the line
That old familiar message
I heard a thousand times it just said
Sorry that I missed you
Leave a message and god bless
I know you think I’m crazy
But I had to hear your voice I guess

I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up
I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you wanna be
I’m not crying 'cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m crying for me

So play your upside-down, left handed
Backwards bass guitar
And I’ll see you on the other side
Superstar

I’m gonna miss that smile
I’m gonna miss you my friend
Even though it hurts the way it ended up
I’d do it all again
So play it sweet in heaven
‘Cause that’s right where you wanna be
I’m not crying 'cause I feel so sorry for you
I’m crying for me

I’m still crying
I’m crying for me
I’m still crying

1. ANYTHING by Collective Soul
Lyrics are from "December"

Why drink the water
from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards
your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.

Don't scream about
Don't think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Don't worry about
Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don't throw away your basic needs,
Ambiance and vanity.

December promise you gave unto me
December whispers of treachery
December clouds are now covering me
December songs no longer I sing

rant

2010-07-12T00:25:00.003-05:00

I stumbled upon a facebook fan page today. I had to do a double take...it looked exactly like mine. No... surely not. Oh, Yes. Someone totally face-jacked (like car jacked) my fan page. Could you NOT come up with your own information??? Really? I mean, I stopped plagiarizing in jr high.

Stuff

2010-07-11T15:36:00.000-05:00

* Blayne loves Dr. Pepper. I know he shouldn't even know what it is, but he does. He requests milk 99% of the time, so I feel less guilty when I give him the good stuff.

* Emileigh is very independent. She loves to be put in the middle of her brothers room, surrounded by his toys, and left alone to play with them all.

* Blayne will watch a movie over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over....... same one. I get so tired of hearing the same movie, but he loves it.

* Grandma will be here tomorrow. We are going shopping sans kiddos. I am so excited, it's really sad.

* I could not watch an entire game of soccer for two reasons. 1. I know nothing about the game. 2. That buzzing sound those people are making is driving me insane.

*watching blayne watch soccer and kick an invisiable ball- priceless.

FUNNY

2010-07-08T22:55:00.000-05:00

** If you are easily offended... do not read this post. You arent missing much **

So it is 10:50 pm, I am laying on my bed patiently waiting for the Big Brother 12 live feeds to come on. STUPID WEST COASTERS (love ya megs)...

Kevin is playing poker, SURPRISE!!, and is normally very quiet during the process. I only hear little clicks of the mouse and keystrokes from time to time.

Then out of the blue, Kevin proclaims, "somebody just told me to 'eat a dick and die'".

I haven't been able to stop lauging yet.

People get really pissed about their .02 cent poker games online.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

okay, back to big brother.

Ten on Tuesday

2010-07-06T16:41:00.000-05:00

10 Ways to Enjoy the Summer

1. Laying on the couch under a light blanket watching a movie because the air conditioner is down low.
2. Home Grown, Vine Ripe Tomato - Picked from the vine, into the mouth before even walking in the house.
3. 12 hours of daylight, meaning less depression!
4. Summer television shows. AKA- big brother!
5. Fireworks, before children. Fireworks with a 9 month old and 2 year old is a whole new experience.
6. freshly cut grass, it smells and looks so wonderful.
7. Shorts, flip flops, t-shirts.
8. Swimming pools, waterparks, water!
9. Flexible schedules, less rushing, more relaxing.
10. Watching my kids play in the sand box, play outside, and explore.

BBBFFF

2010-07-05T22:01:00.001-05:00

* I love watching people, I am a people watcher.

* I belong to a forum 2peas, and it is crazy full of information

* It is my own sorority!

This is what I posted tonight- Thought I would copy to here. Pretty much sums up my BB Love.

I have a confession. I have stayed away from 2Peas for a while, you know... life kinda got in the way. But today... that has all changed THERE IS A BIG BROTHER FREAKING FOLLOWING HERE!!!!

I have watched Big Brother since season 1. Thankfully, season 2 was much better and I was hooked. Oh, and the writer's strike... the year we had TWO SEASONS! I love those writers

I am a blessed married mother of two little ba'bees. I refer them as "tots" or mostly the "taylor tots"

Blayne is 2 and Emileigh is 9 months. They are exactly 18 months apart and keep me on my toes. I never thought I would have such perfect kids.

My husband is a Paramedic and works those god-awful 24 hour shifts. You know the kind, where he says, "honey I am at work for twenty-FOUR whole hours, I am tired!" He forgets to add the part about grown men playing xbox 360 for 16 of those said hours, while I have been at home with two toddlers who are in a very heated, very close competition to see who can poo the most during the day!

Before I was a mommy, I worked in the Transportation/Logistics field. I was responsible for making sure 300 Semi's were where they were supposed to be 100% of the time. that job... easy.

We live in OKLAHOMA and are true Boomer Sooners... even during the hard times. We root for anyone who is playing OSU, Nebraska, and Texas with our whole hearts.... unless it is the stinkin national Championship then we will send some sooner magic to those for a fee. " Gotta stay loyal to your conference, right? Nebraska- you are OUT! Jk Jk

So.... BB for me is an outlet. I love other people's drama. I kinda feed off of it and use it to convenience myself that my life isn't as boring as it really is.

I hate being a thread killer, so if you see me post, be kind and at least say, Yo. HA

I have a blog and a facebook- I love freinds!!!!

I can't WAIT to join up with you gals. I hope I am as cool as you all are!.

Do you remember your dreams?

2010-06-18T20:52:00.000-05:00

As I stated in a previous post, I have been struggling with blog posting lately. Sure, I have two very sweet, special children who give me more than enough to re-tell... but I am also wanting a break.

Anyway, I went to google and did a search. I came upon this site. THANK YOU

# 31. caught my attention first. "Do you remember my dreams?"

I have always been a very vivid dreamer. I can remember when I was a little girl, I would lay in bed at night, reciting the following:

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

If I shall die before I wake,

I pray the lord my soul to take.

And please let me have good dreams

even in the morning.

The first part is something that is said millions of times a night, in millions of houses around the world. It is the second part that I made sure to add. I am very serious about this. every night.

When I stayed with my grandparent's, grandma would always say "sweet dreams" before I went to sleep. She does it to this day, I have always cherished it. When I was younger I thought that the phrase was magical and would keep the bad dreams away. I loved to hear her say it. You know, my grandmother has very special powers :)

The dreams... oh, the dreams. When the dreams were good, they were good. When they were bad... well, let's just say I can still remember them. The bad ones, they kept coming... over and over and over.

One of the worst ones that I can remember involved a midget. He lived under my grandmother's table in her kitchen. He wore green and a brown top hat. He had facial hair and an ear ring. *side not: we do not knock when we go to grandma's we just walk in... that is normal* In my dream, I am walking into my grandmothers house from the back door, turn the corner to go into the kitchen and the guy jumps out from under the table. He almost grabs me everytime. I still to this day wake up with a scream.

Dreams for me aren't always scary. Sometimes they are purely freaky. Especially when the below happens:

When living in New Mexico, I would have the same dream over and over. I would hear bells and see yellow... it would be so strange. It would occur at the end of a completely different dream, sort of like ending credits. It didn't frighten me, so I just went with it.

The first day of school in Roosevelt, Utah I had a 5th period gym glass. We played basketball and right before the bell rang I had a chill. The school mascot was a cougar and across the west wall a huge yellow cat was painted. One of the guys that was playing wore bells on his shoe laces. Just like the dream. exactly like the dream

When I moved to Purcell, it was in the spring and because I didn't run track or play slowpitch softball, I enrolled in off-season. Myself and two girls would go to the gym afterschool to work out. It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, I was taken into the girls locker room. Again, I got the chills. There in the middle of the room was a couch that I had dreamed of since we lived in Utah. I am very serious.

This happens to me all of the time. At first, it completely freaked me out. Now I just look at it like it is a way for me to know I am chosing the correct path.

Lastly, I am very vocal when I sleep. There were many nights during my senior year that my grandmother spent in my bedroom when I got home. I always wondered how she knew every.single.thing. i did.

As I have gotten older, the bad dreams have mostly disappeared. Now I have daydream fears about my kids! ha.

Sadly though- I think I gave my dream issues to Blayne... he seems to do what I did. I hope I don't have to teach him my addition to the prayer.

Until next time...

Life

2010-06-17T13:31:00.000-05:00

I was on Facebook today, (Surprise!) and stumbled upon the following article: U.S Only Industrialized Nation With No Paid Leave For New Parents

First of all, I am very frustrated with the way facebook has become the place where it is acceptable to regurgitate information you believe to be true and then attempt to force everyone on your friends list. Thus, leaving the rest to endure the comments that most always turn into a stupid virtual argument. stupid.

That being said, it was very hard for me when I read the article. I went ahead and linked it to my facebook profile but choose to use my blog as the avenue to leave my opinion. Plus, my blog has SUCKED lately.... I need something with some subtance.

So, the United States is the only industrialized nation with NO paid leave for new parents, hua? I can speak from experience, this is true. When pregnant with Blayne, I resigned from LinkAmerica about 2 months before he was born, and went to work at St. Francis as a Unit Secretary in the cardiac intensive care unit. (I so wish I would have stayed there.... ) Blayne was born and we started talking about moving back to Muskogee to ake it easier on Kevin. About a month into being a "stay at home mom" I was literally pulling my hair out. I was online one day and saw an ad for Arnold Trucking, and submitted my resume. Long story, but I was offered a position back at Link and accepted.

When Emileigh was born, I didn't expect to quit work. I LOVED my job. I was on bedrest for 6 weeks prior to her entry, and a lot of changes happened during that time. Although FMLA states I could have kept my job, and have the same position or one equal- that did not happen. I didn't fight it, shame on me.

During the six weeks I was off (6 of the 12 allowed through FMLA) I was not paid my salary. To be quite honest, it was hard. Financially speaking, we were still living the same but had substancially less money. I went back to work when Emileigh was 4 weeks old. I would have went back at three weeks, but it didn't work out that way. I went to work purely for the money. We had bills that needed to be paid.

I set up a daycare system with Family and thought that we could keep the kids out of daycare. We moved back to Muskogee because the cost of living seems cheaper (it isn't) and made some big changes. I worked for a couple of weeks, then decided the best thing to do was to just stay at home with the kids.

honestly speaking- if I would have continued to receive my salary during my maternity leave, i would still be working today. I believe this is the case for MANY women.

Gift Idea for your favorite Guy!

2010-06-12T00:16:00.000-05:00

Seriously- Can't you see this in your guys' office?

It is only 27 bucks this month- Email me and let's get it ordered! :)

JenTaylor03@gmail.com

Scentsy

2010-06-07T20:17:00.000-05:00

This girl is now a Scentsy consultant. I am definately not a salesperson. I do, however LOVE THIS PRODUCT. I know that any girl will agree. I am just starting out - help a girl out and have a party. I will definately make it worth your while. You can do a home party (FUN), a book party, or just place an order.

Who is first?!!!

BL

2010-05-25T21:47:00.000-05:00

Why do I watch the finale of the Biggest Loser and think... i could totally win this... and then continue drinking the dr. pepper in my glass and the ice cream in my bowl?

seriously.

Trust?

2010-05-23T09:13:00.002-05:00

Look at this guy. If you met him on the street, at a party, in church, at your child's school... would you trust him?

I can tell you without a doubt, I would. I tend to be very trusting of people. I would take one look at this clean shaven, well dressed, well groomed man and think he was a good guy. You know, one of those guys who spends his weeks working with the kids at the school where he is a principal and weekends mowing his grass and grilling chicken with a beer. Only one beer though, he has a reputation to uphold. Sunday would be spent in church working with the youth group, maybe even children's church. He would hold open the doors for ladies, always compliment them, and listen intently to the stories told and retold by the older ladies of the church.

Yes, I can paint a picture of this man's life with one picture. Even if it is his booking picture. (bet the defense would kill to have me on their jury)

This man is nothing that I wrote above. Well, not the good stuff. He is well groomed, clean shaven, and well dressed. He is also an administrator at a Tulsa elementary school. That is probably where the good ends. This man, Robert Yerton, is accused of molesting young men during the past 10 years while holding a role of "safe person".

This blog isn't about whether or not this man is guilty. Quite frankly, that will be up to a group of his peers. I pray that this is all a misunderstanding and he isn't guilty of anything charged.

This blog is about the fact that the rose colored glasses I have worn for so long are fading fast. It scares me to death that I can't protect my child from these predators. It scares me to death that I trust these folks... but wait! Aren't you supposed to trust teachers???

I know I can't keep my children with me 24/7 (I do now), so how do I prepare them (and myself) for the big bad world? Homeschooling is something that keeps popping up in my head... but really? I would hate myself for allowing my children to miss out on the highs and lows of public school. Seriously, the friendships, lessons, and well... memories.

How do we keep our children in a bubble?!

Sandbox Birthday

2010-05-14T11:29:00.000-05:00

I am a bit behind on posting pictures from Blayne's second birthday... Seems like I am a bit behind on life in general lately.

Blayne turned two on March 6, 2010. I can't even begin to explain how quickly the past 24+ months have flown by. It makes me very sad when I think that in just two short years, Blayne will be attending Pre-K and getting ready for school. amazing...

Blayne's Birthday was on a Saturday this year; however, Kevin was taking a class to keep his license for work, so we decided not to have a big party. We spend the day in Slick with Memaw and Pepaw. Blayne's favorite place to be in the universe is outside, so he got to play all day! We went from the Sandbox, to the park, to the swingset, to just running around. He had a blast.

My grandparents have had a turtle sandbox since I was a baby. I mostly remember pretending I was Mr. Rogers when I played it. You see, I was addicted to Mr, Rogers and he had the best sandbox of all time!!
I can remember playing in it with my friends, cousins... etc. I remember putting the lid on tip and using it as a trampoline, as my grandparents would NOT buy one for me. Lots of special memories are in that little sandbox.

Funny- I guess I was pretty old before I realized that they must have replaced the sandbox again and again... I just thought it was the same old one.

Needless to say, they still have that green turtle sandbox in their back yard. It isn't under the big tree anymore, the big tree has been cut down... it isn't next to the tire swing either... but it is there! Jaci and Blayne spend HOURS playing in the box.

Now- when I was a little girl, there was a rule: NO THROWING SAND!: It seems that since a new generation has arrived- that rule is out the window. At least when it comes to Blayne that is... Now they say, " we can always replace it, Jennifer. Let the boy play..." When did they let ME play? ha.

Below are some shots of Blayne playing in the sandbox on his Birthday. He had sooo much fun.

Happy Birthday Blayne, We love you so very much!

Finally - The Elmo shirt he is wearing... he would have lived in it if we would have let him. everything was ELMO.... I'm all for elmo, love sesame street... but am very glad everything isn't elmo now...

stupid

2010-05-10T13:57:00.000-05:00

So, Kevin and I were driving home from Slick today and I witnessed the strangest thing.

We were just around the last turn, you know the one, past Kings, before Coles... anyway... the state of Okahoma is replacing the bridge on Highway 16. There are always a TON of vehicles.

Today we met one of those that pick up the debris off of the highway. Alas, there was some shredded tire on the highway... The truck was stopped. The guy got out and KICKED THE TRASH IN THE DITCH!!!

seriously.

iPhone - 0 Life - 3

2010-05-05T21:40:00.000-05:00

Timeline:

April 15 - iPhone went AWOL. Yes, Absent without leave. That is huge.
April 16 - Actually realized phone is missing. grr
April 17 - Spend the next week without a phone, or with Kevin's... blah blah

April 22 -am: Upgraded my account and brought home new iPhone 3gs
   pm: Brand new pretty phone, fell off kitchen counter and shattered glass. Yes.

April 23 - Drove to Tulsa, sick as a dog, and spent an obscene amount of cash to replace glass and purchase
                the famed "otter box". Stupid salesman said it would be water proof. lair.

May 05 - Blayne decided to see if the phone, that was inside the waterproof otter box, could float.
                iPhone - 0 Dr. Pepper - 1

Seriously- when does a girl get a break.

Lucky for me- we found the old phone.

Blayne is definitely his FATHERS CHILD.

Frustrated

2010-05-03T21:42:00.000-05:00

I really want to use this blog to spew out a million different thoughts and frustrations. However, that wouldn't only be very inappropriate but I would regret it later, I am sure. I understand that everyone goes through tough times, frustrating times, aggrivating times.... but today I just want to go outside and SCREAM. Actually, I don't even have the energy to scream.

Anyone have the winning lottery numbers in the back of your mind? What about a fee million you could just gift me? HA. I know....

Maybe tomorrow I will feel better and post something sweet and kind about my kids.

part 2

2010-04-23T16:52:00.005-05:00

Part 2:

I upgraded.
It has a Video Camera.

Thought my last post needed a bit of spice.

This was taken :30 seconds before a bath. 2.5 minutes after the last Oreo cookie was eaten.

I love you, too!

2010-04-22T13:38:00.000-05:00

When Blayne was about six weeks old, Kevin came out of the bedroom holding him tightly and said, " I can't wait until he can say 'I love you, too" I can remember that moment like it was yesterday, etched so deeply in my mind, because for one of the few times in our lives, I knew exactly what he meant.

Growing up, I heard the "i love you's" but never fully understood the impact of hearing it until my son began to say it. It is much sweeter than I could have ever imagined, you see, Blayne has his very own, special way of saying he loves you.

I ba-lleeeww

It really sounds like, I blew.. but more of a ba-lew.

It truly is the best sound in the entire universe. I will hate it when he decides he is much too grown up to speak two year old.

Scrapbooking??

2010-04-21T12:01:00.000-05:00

I started my first scrapbook in 1997. I can remember sitting in my bedroom at grandma's with my pinking shears, glue, and colored pencils. I grabbed my grandmother's cookie cutters (for templates) and bought some markers, even went for some glitter as the months progressed. I cut out everything from newspaper articles to sporting event programs. I kept ticket stubs, notes from friends (which is a long lost art I believe now that texting and cells phones have entered the picture) even napkins from restaurants. Everything inside this scrapbook has special meaning to me for one reason or another.

This scrapbook lives in my hope chest that hosts our 900 pound television along with other "meaningful" items. You know- everything that means so much to me...but only gets looked at once every two years or so.

My next scrapbook was for my dear friend, Brandy Gaskins- Hallman. She was getting ready to marry Ben, and I wanted something very special for her wedding gift. So I spent hours, days, weeks, months on this project. It was before you could walk into a store and buy supplies. This scrapbook was made with construction paper and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. I spent a lot of time obtaining pictures from both the Hallman and Gaskins families. I would copy the pictues then return the originals.

Finally the book was complete. I presented it to them at their rehersal dinner and it was a big hit! I was very proud of all the work I put in. This little scrapbooking project turned Brandy and her sister-in-law (my cousin) Ashley onto the craft and they havent looked back. They do amazing work.

A couple of years after presenting that book to Brandy, I was at her house and found the original book was dismantled. I was so hurt. All of that hard work, gone. It took a long time to get over that... but I did.

During the next eight years, I spent an obscene amount of money that, frankly we did not have to spend on scrapbooking gadgets, stickers, paper, pens, embellishments, etc. My subject matter wasnt extensive. It included our dogs, old pictures, etc. Imagine my excitement when Jaci was born- I finally had someone to scrapbook about!

Fast forward to 2008 and the birth of my son. Finally, I could put my skills to work. Funny thing though, I have made about six pages in two years. I always used the excuse of time. "i just don't have time, i work 65 hours a week" Now, I reliaze my opinion of the craft is just... changing.

Remember that first scrapbook? The one in the bottom of the hope chest? I am the only one who cares anything about that. When I am gone, it will be pitched. There aren't any journaling or descriptions.. nothing.

Secondly- just like the scrapbook gift to Brandy. Styles and trends will change. I can imagine giving my books to my kids in 20 years and them looking at them like... "mom, what the heck? This is sooo- 20 years ago. I am embarressed to show anyone these!!"

Lastly, I have thought about a fire. What are the most important things to me? Apart from my family which is a no brainer, my most prized posessions is my external hard drive. Such an easy thing to grab and run with. I would not be able to grab those books, right?

Anyway. I know I will have the tug of scrapbooking in the future... and I plan to do some, digitally for the most part. But more than that, I plan to just be a better blogger. Use this as my new avenue to post pictures and the stories that go with. That way, I can print the posts and compile them in a book someday... That might be a better option.

So- now...what to do with the thousands of dollars of supplies I have on my shelves...gathering dust?

The Taylor Tots take a bath.

2010-04-03T01:03:00.001-05:00

Bath Time is probably the most enjoyable time all day for my kids. You can say, "Bath!!" and Blayne will drop whatever is in his dirty little boy hands, and come running full speed. He starts to pull on his shirt, yelling... "baaaaaaff" it's the cutest thing... well ever.

He has always loved to take a bath. He began splashing in the sink at just six months. It is the one thing that will actually calm the beast... the best way to stop a lengthy, I am exhausted, cry.

Emileigh is just beginning to enjoy the bath as much as her brother. Actually, if Blayne would sit long enough to color in front of her, she would laugh the entire time. She just loves to watch him do anything.

Lucky for me, I have the coolest kitchen known to man. Well, in my opinion that is. It is made just for a mom with a two year old and a six month old. You see, my sink is awesome! I can actually give both kids a bath at the same time without killing my back hanging over the bathtub, and worrying about one of them taking a dive in the tub. The right side of the sink is very deep and large, Blayne can almost swim in it. The left side is much smaller and just the right size for a little princess.

The following is a typical night at the Taylor Inn. I hope you enjoy!

Mom: "Blayne, let's take a Bath!!!"

Blayne: "Baaaaaaaaaafffff" "on sissy... baaf"

Hey, what are YOU doing here??!! I'm bout to take a bath. I have already gathered 57 toys and threw them in the sink while my mom ran the water. I almost choked myself taking my shirt off... but as you can see. I made it!

Just what do you think you are doing with that camera lady?!!

What!!?? I can play with my sister??!!! Mom, you are the best in the entire universe!

Blayne: I love taking a bath.... Just wait until you see what I have in mind for tonight....

Emileigh: Oh, is that the counter... Preeeeeeeety

Just so everyone knows. I really do love my sister and give her lots of kisses.

Tonight though, I figure I had better give the kisses first.

No one wants an upset baby ruining a perfectly good bath. Muuuah

Okay, Okay, Okay

We will play your stupid games. I'll pretend you are a baby and you drink this bottle.

HEY- I SAID DRINK!

Here, since you were such a good girl, I'll wash your hair.

Reeeeeaaaaddddddyyyyy

Gotta scrub it now, momma says we gotta wash our hair.

See, I kinda already did mine.

What? I don't have any hair on the top, it's all on the back?!!

Don't worry, Mom will get it!

Stop making fun of my hair!

Ta Da!

Poof- you have clean hair.

Aren't we soooo cute?

Ha.

You mean I really have to get out of the bathtub?

Because I would live in here if you would let me.

Toe-MA-Toes

2010-03-28T15:11:00.001-05:00

I have a tomato problem...actually, it's my dear husband that has the problem. I'm just married to it.

We have hundreds of plants:

Here is a list of the varieties:

**********************
Cherokee Purple
Caspian Pink
Aunt Ruby's German Green
Lime Green Salad
Black Cherry
santa sweets
super sweet 100
black krim
purple russian
russian 117
redfield beauty
orange strawberry
kelloggs breakfast <=----very limited
black and red boar
juane flammee
1884 yellow pinkheart

Hit me up if you want some plants. They are organically grown and very yummy... or so I am told. I do not eat them!

Blayne is Sick

2010-03-26T10:48:00.000-05:00

Blayne is sick.

He hasn't been sick since September when he spent his last days in Daycare. Not a stuffy, runny nose. Not a cough. Not anything at all.

Yesterday he spiked a fever. 101

We got it to come down with a Tylenol/Motrin cocktail... But still.

Blayne is sick.

I HATE having a sick baby. Hope he gets to feeling back to normal soon. It's supposed to be 80 next week!

Dog update.

2010-03-24T09:21:00.000-05:00

The bulldogs next door kept us locked in our house yesterday... I had a very upset two year old. Kevin got home from work around 4:45 and stayed outside... waiting on anyone to come home next door. I definately felt sorry for the poor sap. Around 7:30, while we were finally outside playing with the bambinos, a white car pulled up. "BINGO" yelled my husband and proceeded to march across our yard to meet the poor guy.

I noticed the shirt the guy was wearing... it had an EMS patch on the right sleeve... ugh oh.

Kevin didn't notice, he kept marching... about 10 feet he turned around and said... "I know this guy!!"

Turns out they work together.

After a looooong conversation about dogs and kids, the dogs aren't staying next door anymore... They are back at his house. Turns out, he is dating my neighbor.

I still stand behind my thoughs about pit bull dogs.
Kevin says they had a week.

I haven't even started on the post card I received yesterday from the US Census bs. Seriously...... This is getting old.

It is in the mail

2010-03-23T08:06:00.002-05:00

I completed our census and put it in the mail.

Wonder if I get a letter that now confirms receipt?
fail.

Beginnings

2010-03-22T21:44:00.000-05:00

I was born on Monday September 10, 1979 in Bristow, Oklahoma to Darrell and Susan Graham-Shelton. I was one of the last babies to be born in the tiny hospital, they soon after closed their maternity ward. I was named Jennifer Adriane. I wonder if they knew millions of other parents thought Jennifer was just the right name? I mean growing up I have known many, many Jennifer's.

My mother told me once, had I been a boy, they would have went with the equally original Jason for my name. Crazy.

My parents were young, my dad was 22 and mother was 21. I can't even fathom having a child so young. We lived in a trailer way out in the middle of nowhere. A pecan grove in Tuskegee, Oklahoma.

I came home in a baby blue dress, which thankfully I still have. Apparently, I cried all the time... my dad tells me that they would put me in the car and drive around to get me to fall asleep. Funny, stick me in a car now and I do the same thing. I am a terrible traveler.

I was the first grandaughter to Wesley and Joann Shelton, and the first niece to my three uncles: Curtis, Jeff and Mike. To say I was going to be spoiled was an understatement.

I was definately not the first grandchild for my maternal grandma. She lived in Depew with my Uncle Jamie and aunt Liz. Unfortunately, I do not know much about the Graham side of my family, but hopefully will be able to research it a bit more in the future.

For the integrity of this project, any reference to grandma will probably be regarding my Grandma, Joann Shelton. As you will learn, they were (are) very big influences in my life. I will reference my mother's mom as Grandma Martin. Although she wasn't a "Martin" when I was born, she married a few years later. I actually remember a bit of of the wedding.

I have heard many stories of being a baby... we all do. Some of my favorites:

I was born a Bristow Purple Pirate. In fact, when I was just 10 days old, I attended my first football game. My mom's cousin Anita tells that she and my mom argued who were going to carry me through the stands... I was there to cheer on my uncle Mike. He was the quarterback for the State Champion Purple Pirates. I was so proud =).

My parent's used to drive a yellow Jeep wrangler... you know, the kind that the top was removed? My grandmother gripes and says that they used to put me in the back seat, in a car seat no less, and drive around. Here was a little bald baby with a bonnet on my head... remember they were 22!

Anyway- this is the beginning.... I will not write everyday about "my story" but will from time to time.
Just a way to get things down for my kids- and maybe give you a little glimpse into my world.

Until next time!

My Story - Introductions

2010-03-17T22:32:00.001-05:00

I have been wanting to begin a project for what seems like hundreds of years. Everytime I sat down to begin this project though, the time just didn't seem appropriate or the feeling just wasn't there for me.

Tonight, the project begins. The project is titled my story and, well is just that. My story.

I have an absolute fear of dying before my children really know me. In a way I guess I plan to write enough down so that they will spend 5 years of mind numbing boredom reading it all someday. In reality, I wish I had more information from my own mother.

If I write about you. Please do not be offended. This blog is only my side of the story so feel free to chime in if you have a different version. Also, this is a very rough draft. It will be full of typos, grammatical, and spelling errors. I plan to write from the heart and maybe someday take out my Mrs. Alcorn red marker and do some dirty clean up.

* I plan to use this post to mark the chapters so it will be edited numerous times.
* I plan to label all posts my story and only the posts pertaining to this project.
* I do not expect this to be completed before Blayne graduates college. Remember, I suck at blogging.

With that being said and without further ado-

My Story:

I. Birth

bad dogs

2010-03-16T22:47:00.000-05:00

We live in the country. About 10 miles south of Muskogee off of highway 64. (Those of you who are stalkers, I beg you to try to find me... ) I understand that people choose to live in the country for a number of reasons, most of them are absolutely none of my business. One reason people choose to live in the country has to do with the fact that a lot of towns are tightening the grip on certain types of dogs.

If you are an owner of a pit bull dog, please do not allow this to hurt your feelings, this is my opinion. However, I find that this opinion is fairly and scarily accurate.

It has been my observation that pit bull owners have the dogs for one of two reasons: 1) they fight them or 2) they are trying to hide/protect something.

Our neighbors have this very cute and innocent miniature Yorkie. I love it, I would bring it inside and give it a much needed bath and comb it's ratted hair if I thought they wouldn't miss it. It weighs around 3.5 pounds and is cute as a button. The day we moved it, it came over to introduce itself. (I am not sure if it is a he or she.) We have played with it since October.

A couple of months ago, a white pit bull dog showed up and is chained to their front porch. Hmmmmm They are never home during the day, just come in at dark and leave before sunrise in the morning. On the weekends, they stay in their tiny house with the blinds drawn and never venture out. That's fine with me, I am all introverted as well and feel that is a nice quality to have.... however, the pit chained to the front porch is a little worrisome.

Fast forward to Sunday. Two more pit bulls showed up and were chained to various locations around the house. All centrally located to the front door mind you, but non the less chained. This was fine until I took my two year old out to play and the neighbors were allowing these dogs to run around the yard. One of the black ones started toward Blayne barking, which of course scared him to death and he started balling his eyes out. This momma bear scoops him up, and immediately yells some pretty bad things to the neighbor about god and dogs and leashes. The guy (who isn't my neighbor... I don't think) quickly apologizes and say's "ma'am, I didn't know kids lived here" IDIOT. Do you think my husband and I get off playing on slides and tricycles, and little cars? Get a life.

So- after that altercation, we now have two pits chained up in front of the house no one is ever at.

Today the camels back has been broken.

remember, I live in the country. There are others around me who have barn cats who pretty much roam around. There is a black one in particular who roams a ton.

Kevin and I were sitting in the house today during naptime enjoying the peace when all of a sudden we hear what sounds like world war 3 outside the window. We jump up in enough time to see the big black pit dragging it's chain around and attacking that cat. The dog killed the cat.... just like that, in front of our window.

My heart was broken and my blood boiled all at the same time.

sometimes i wish i had a gun...

Just a thought...

2010-03-15T15:48:00.000-05:00

I have a gripe.

I sit and watch the news in the evening and hear the same thing nightly: 1/4 of the country is outraged with the government, a 1/4 is happy-go-lucky, and the rest want to complain about everything.

I am not one to get in the middle of political battles. I used to want to be a lobbyist when I was in high school. That's funny, because I never ran for an office of any kind during those years. Anyway, I wanted to be in Washington D.C. so badly. I wanted to be where the action was, to be involved in something greater than myself.

Then I actually thought about it. There wasn't enough money anyone could pay me to endure the crazyiness that is involved in politics. Think about it, every single thing you do, from what time you wake up, to what store you shop in, to what your beliefs are on any issue, are debated and scruitinized to the 1,000th degree.

I know that you will never make everyone happy, but to never make anyone happy.... that just wasn't for me.

So, fast forward a few years and I endure the political bull-crap online, on the news, at the store... etc. People happy about the bailouts, people mad about the bailouts.... blah blah bah
I say nothing, personally my beliefs are well, mine.  Remember, I keep my mouth shut...

Until I walk out to get the mail last week. There, in my mailbox, sits a little white envelope stamped with US CENSUS.  Ha, I think. Better get that dude filled out and back in the mail! I stick it on the kitchen table for later, you know, when I have time to actually correctly fill it out.

That night, when both kids were fast asleep, I retreived the official looking letter and sat down to complete the form. I opened it, and inside...

A FORM LETTER ADVISING ME THAT IN 5-10 DAYS OUR CENSUS WOULD ARRIVE BY MAIL AND PLEASE FILL IT OUT AND MAIL IT BACK IN THE POSTAGE PAID ENVELOPE.

seriously?

Wonder how much money was spent mailing all of the pre-notification letters. Bet that money could have been better used to pay down some of that debt everyone is griping about...

Speaking of griping... why am I the only one to be bringing this up?

Yeah!! I am ALIVE.

2010-03-15T13:07:00.000-05:00

wow- it has been so long since I have been online, I almost forgot how to make a banner, or even remember my blogger password.

So much has happened, yet, so litle has happened at the same time.

We made it to muskogee, we are about 10 miles south toward Warner. We are in the country, Kevin is stoked... all I can think about is the fact that snakes live in the country. I brought a cat home from my grandparent's... maybe she will help keep them away.

Staying home with the bambinos took some getting used to. At first, I had no routine at all and they just about wore me down. I had spent the last two years working about 65 hours a week at the office, and sadly, I didn't even know my son. We have since remedied that issue. It took a month or so to learn how to translate baby talk, but we got it down.

We spend a lot of time watching the same movies over and over and over.... but we play a lot too. Blayne is learning his ABC's right now. Its so much fun to watch him learn. We know our colors, we can count to 6 then 10. Somehow we forget about 7... lol

Blayne and Emileigh have finally decided that it is fun to play with each other. Well, Blayne has decided. Em has always wanted to watch her big brother. He facinates her. She will laugh out loud at him at such random times. I love it.

Today is our anniversary. Starting that 7 year itch. wish us luck!

I have so much to talk about, I just don't have the time... I promise to update more!

wait for it.... wait for it...

2010-03-15T12:14:00.000-05:00

Hold on to your pants...I am in the middle of a blog overhaul and kickstart.

It has been way to long, I mean EMILEIGH is SIX MONTHS OLD.

Geeze.

2009-12-02T16:09:00.002-06:00

a quick update - I am without internet out in the STICKS of muskogee.... well, except for my blessed IPHONE. Hopefully, soon, I will give a new update... with more stuff to say.

moving

2009-10-26T08:46:00.004-05:00

I hate moving. I hate moving almost as much as I hate funerals. It ranks right up there at the top of my do not do list.

I hate packing, I hate loading, I hate unloading and I hate that I can't find a single thing.

I LOVE unpacking though. Stick me in a house full of loaded up boxes and I will be in heaven. All I need is a weekend of un interrupted time and space. I can be an orginzation queen.

Problem is, I have none of it. No time, no space, and interruptions every 2.5 minutes.

My alarm went off this morning at 05:00. I groaned, I slept so well last night. The search began. Box of towls- check. Undergarmets- Check... shoes. Searching. .. ... Ahhh.

I did make it out of the house at 06:01. I pulled into the parking lot at 21st and Memorial at 7:02. score.

i hate moving.

I love that my baby boy got to play outside as much as he wanted to yesterday.
I love that my children will have their own space.
I love that my family is about 15 minutes away

I love that tomorrow- we are gonna carve pumpkins and drink hot chocolate on my front porch.

I love that my children don't understand how hard I work for them, they just care how hard I play with them.

Boomer Sooner

2009-10-17T08:19:00.002-05:00

I made it through the first week back to work. It was a weird week, but it ended well. This Saturday morning, I enjoyed sleeping in until 7:45. I am now sitting behind a computer that I have avoided all week with a cup of yummy coffee.

I love autumn! The crisp air, the changing foliage, football, and warm drinks. Blayne is in his room watching Barney and drinking his milk. I LOVE this age.

Today is the Red River shootout, aka OU/texas (hence the crimson font). It begins in a little over two hours. I am making a big pot of chili and beer bread to enjoy during the game and after. We are moving in 7 days and I have yet to pack one single item. I suppose that will be what I do today as well.

I love Saturdays....

life

2009-10-10T07:40:00.003-05:00

if you know me, you know that i am the worst decision maker alive. i change my mind at least 10 times before i settle on any decision, no matter how big or small.

i have this fear of making the wrong decision. its a little weird though, this only applies to my personal life decisions. i can be at work throwing decisions down on a dime... sigh.

the biggest decision of my life just happened:

stay at home with my beautiful babies or go back to work?

i have flip-flopped a million times. there are some situations at work that made the decision very easy two weeks ago. so easy, i convinced my sweet husband to move back to muskogee immediately and pick up 100 hours of overtime to compensate for my lack of salary. talk about a monkey wrench when i went to talk to the EVP on thursday and i came home with wanting to go back to work.

i work for a transportation company, you know, the big trucks that either you hate because they run you of the road or you love because you get behind them on the interstate and can afford to drive a little faster?

i work with those men and women who are behind the wheel. delivering the freight to our customers who expect it on time no exceptions. hurricane katrina? that was just a rainstorm... talk about a headache.

anyway- i digress.

those people behind the wheel. they have families at home. those people behind the wheel have children at home. children whom they sometimes do not see for weeks at a time, and when they do get home.. it could be for hours. hours that is spent buying food to replenish their pantry and doing 2 weeks worth of laundry. they should be out side playing catch with their children, watching barney... anything. instead, they are getting ready for the next run. because our customers expect that of us.

my customers expect that of me. you see, i have two sets of customers. those that pay me to pick up and deliver their freight to their customers, and those who actually do the work (drivers). my job directly affects so many people... i rock at it, and i don't want to leave!

then i have the two most beautiful babies in the WORLD. babies, i never thought i would have. doctors told me multiple times that i would never carry a baby. adoption was my only answer. those doctors suck. thank goodness.

so i had a decision. back to work, my career that i have worked my heiney off for, or stay at home with my precious babies.

for the last three days i have changed my mind so many times. written lists of pros and cons... cried in restaurants, cried while driving, cried when i held them.... dreamed about the decision i was about to make.

yesterday, i was made an offer. a really good offer. one that is going to make bigger changes to our lives...

it came down to one thing:

my babies are not going to daycare...no chance.

i cried some more, re-introduced myself to God, asked everyone i talked to what the answer was, changed my mind 5 more times... and finally it all fell into place.

we will be living in muskogee. the reason, family. to keep my kiddos out of daycare, i needed someone on the following schedule:

Monday- 5:30 Am to Noonish
Wednesday- 5:30 am to 6:pm ish
Thursday- 5:30 Am to Noonish

because i have the best family and the best friend in the entire world, i have all three covered. and the best part, no daycare. no worrying about pink eye, or stitches, or some idiot feeding my child cheese.

thank you.

thank you Rita, Amanda, Butch, and Leigh. you have allowed me to continue working, for now, and will give my sweet babies what they need. i love each of you, more today than ever. :)

sooo- that's what i have been doing.

back to the office monday morning. 7am. i can't wait.

Okie from Muskoge

2009-10-05T20:55:00.003-05:00

So... Today is Monday... I thought that I would be going back to work today. Last week, my mind was changed for me. There are things I can't reveil yet, but dont worry... Things are good, better than good.

Last Friday, Kevin and I spent the day combing the streets of Muskogee for a house. We will be leasing in order to get our feet under us with one income (Guess that is one secret out of the bag hua?). We started with the Muskogee paper and got absolutely nowhere fast. Second, we used word of mouth. There are some great townhouses available.. if you want to spend a lot of cash on about 600 square feet... sheesh.

I was getting very disappointed after the 6th house we looked at. Then I had the brilliant idea of calling a couple of realators. CHA-Ching.

We found a BEAUTIFUL house on six acres in the COUNTRY south of Muskogee. Beautiful I am so excited. I'll post pictures as soon as we take posession around the 22nd. It feels so good, like a dream. This move will allow me to stay at home with my wonderful children, spend a TON of time with my family, and give the opportunity to have my sisters and brother drop by at a moment's notice.

I am STOKED!

The downside: My husband is trying to kill himself right now working overtime to fund this move. In the next two weeks, Kevin will be putting in around 100 hours of OVERTIME. Yes, that is 180 hours total. It's a good thing he gets to sleep at work... I love him for taking one for the team.

A moment in time

2009-09-30T21:33:00.006-05:00

A moment from Blayne:

What do you mean I have a little sister? MOM!!?

Oh, well. She looks innocent enough...

Hey, look- I have a duck.

Maybe I'll even share with you!

Yeah right! This duck is MINE.

But I'll tell ya what... I think you are pretty cute...

So you can stick around. Muah.

tomatoes

2009-09-29T20:41:00.004-05:00

I went to lunch today with a girlfriend from work.

Our office is located at 21st and Memorial and there is an El Chico right up the road. We arrived around 12:30 and was given the BEST table in the entire place. Emileigh was out of the way and away from traffic. SCORE.

We ordered our food, Lynda chicken taquitos and me... Nachos. I remember asking our waiter specifically if there were tomatoes on the food, I didn't want them. He assured me there weren't.

This is what I received:

I promise, this is right out of the kitchen to the table plating. My server could have DIED.

I just took a picture.

Part One

2009-09-19T22:00:00.003-05:00

Emileigh Joann Taylor was born Tuesday, September, 15 2009 at 2:24 PM. She weighed in at 7 pounds 4 ounces and weighed a staggering 20 an 5/8 inches long.... Here is her story:

As everyone who got into earshot of me, or was kind enought to read my twitter, facebook status, or blog knows, this little girl took a toll on her momma. Approximately 6 weeks before her birth, she decided she was tired to being in utero and thught it was a good idea to come early. The next 6 weeks were pure torture for her mother... but looking back, I am so glad I got those preciuos weeks.

My doctor decided to induce my delivery at 38 weeks 6 days gestation. I truly believe she did it for my sanity instead of overall health. Maybe she should get a plaque or something, I am sure saved a life or something :).

My last post left off with me leaving the doctor's office for the last time. Blayne went to spend the night with my parents in Muskogee and came home on Saturday. Kevin and I spent one last day as a family of three before Kev went to work on Sunday. Grandma came as usual and hung out until Monday morning when Kevin got home.

We agreed that Blayne would stay with my grandparents in Slick while I was in the hospital. When grandma went home Monday morning, she went ahead and took Blayne with her. I stood on the sidewalk crying so hard when she left with my baby. I know that it was the hormones, but it was so... hard. I really felt like I was cheating him out of something amazing. (I now know better)

I had a list of last minute things I wanted to get accomplished that was a mile long, so Kevin and I got started. I was determined to do all of the items along with him. I guess I just forgot about the previous 6 weeks of going from Bed to Chair to shower.... We went to Babies R Us to look for a Big Brother shirt and walked around for 30 minutes before I asked someone where to find one... I was quickly told, "we are out, sorry." GRRRRRRR I bought Emileigh some socks and left. I was hungry, couldn't decide what I wanted, and we ended up at Teds. It was okay if I could do it over, I would pick McDonalds. About half way through the meal, I start to sweat. Contractions and walking and just being in public got the best of me. So much for item #3-47 on my to do list. We headed straight home for a nap.

Kevin and I took a much needed nap and woke up around 4pm. Kev got started on the list and by 7PM, it was finished. I started to get nervous about the induction and repacked my bags for the 5th time. I packed Kevin's clothes, snacks, etc. Checked and rechecked... by 10pm I was tired. I made a couple of phone calls, took an ambien and went to bed.

I was told to be at the hospital at 5am on Tuesday. My alarm went off at 4am. I drug myself to the shower and left my snoring husband in the bed. My girlfriend Leigh texted me stating she was on the way. At 4:30, Leigh arrived and we were getting things loaded into the Jeep. We got to the hospital, parked and I walked right on up to Labor and Deliver like nothing was going on.

My nurse came out to get me around 5:15 and took us to my room, Myself, Kevin and Leigh. I quickly got into the fashionable gown and planted myself into the bed. I was hooked up to the monitors and had my IV going by 6am. Pitcoin running.

I have to say at this point, the nurses at St. Francis ROCK. My night nurse was so super friendly and easy to talk to... and my day nurse, Karen- Well... I heart her to the moon and back.

This is where the fun stops.

Dr. Parks (I love her) arrived to check on me around 8ish. I was having contractions about 3 minutes apart and was breathing right through them. No worries. Dr. Parks tells me that she is going to break my water. I get on my back and seriously have the worst experience to date. Apparently my bag of water is HIGH and very hard to reach. My girlfriend Leigh was standing by my head telling me how good I was doing with the scariest look on her face. I am telling you IT HURT. It didn't help that I was contracting through them.

Thanksfully, my nurse asked the doctor to put internal monitors on the baby. This allowed me to sit up and move around pretty well. I also received a cathather at this point due to the monitors. I was bed bound. At this point I am dialated to around 2-3 and 60% effaced.

When that ordeal was over, the nurse said she would call the anesthesiologist for my epidural. He arrived around 9am. It was nice to see him because I was having some doozies of contractions at this point. I was ready for some R&R before getting to the baby birthing business.

My nurse ushered everyone out of the room but Kevin and helped me get to the side of the bed. This guy (the anesthesiologist) was more interested in talking than working. This experience was so completely different than with Blayne. I felt everything including the medicine being inserted. It actually felt like it was pooling behind my left knee cap. I was very vocal about this and was told that sometimes that happens, blah blah blah.

The epidural seemed to help and I was back down at 930 resting. By 10am I could feel everything from my pelvic bone north. Not something that is supposed to happen. The nurse called the anesthesiologist back down to my room and he gave me a bolus. BAD MOVE. About 15 minutes after that medication was given, I couldn't feel anything. I seriously lost my hearing. It scared the CRAP out of me. I called for Kevin to get a nurse, something was WRONG and she immediately arrived and started oxygen, upped my fluids, monitored my blood pressure, etc. Eventually I gained my composure and was told the medication dropped my blood pressure. I tried resting again, but woke up within 20 minutes with hard contractions.

At this point, I can not feel my legs at all however can feel every.single.contraction. It is around 11am and I am just having to deal with it.

The anesthesiologist came down again around 1230, gave me another bolus of medication that worked for about 1/2 an hour. The nurse checked and I was between a 3-4. I was devistated at this news. I had been laboring for 6 hours and was exhausted.

**********are you sick of reading yet? Sorry, it gets longer*****************

From 1230 to 130 was the longest hour of my life. I was in so much pain and still could not feel the bottom half of my body. I couldn't even roll over without assistance. Thank goodness Kevin and Leigh love me, because they were my legs. I seriously had no movement. It was a very scary feeling to say the least.

There were about 23 babies born at St. Francis on September 15. My noon, my nurse had delivered 2 and a set of twins for a total of 4 babies already. Needless to say, she was busy.

Around 1:30I could not stand the pain. I had decided that I already couldn't feel my legs, lets get the anesthesiologist in there to dope me up again. I looked forward to the 20 minutes of relief. About this time, Dr. Parks came in. I was conracting every 1.5 minutes and just said, THIS IS TERRIBLE!!!!! She asked when I was last checked, and Leigh told her 1230. She said she would go get my nurse, and left. I waited 15 minutes and couldn't deal, so I pushed the call light and asked them to send in my nurse or get the anesthesiologist down there.

A new nurse came in about 10 minutes later and asked me to roll over so she could check me... Serioulsy? I can't feel my legs. She totally thought I was being a baby. I asked her to wait until the contractions were over...she sighed. I ended up on my back and she checked me. It was 2pm and she asked me to push. I pushed, she said "STOP" you are going to have this baby!! I didn't freaking care, I wanted the pain to stop. I was soaking wet with tears and sweat and she wanted me to push. HELL NO.

Things started getting pretty wild. I was literally begging for them to hurry. My nurse came back in to deliver, dr showed up and Kevin texted my sister (who wanted to be in the room for the birth) at 2:12. Thank goodness Kaitlynn ran, because Emileigh Joann arrived at 2:24. I literally pushed 3 times. I could not feel my legs, but could feel everything else... It was soooooooo bad.

I will write the "rest of the story" later... This is one long one.

Thanks!

Sooo much to say

2009-09-18T22:26:00.001-05:00

I have so much to blog about... I really wanted to get through it tonight, but the computer had different ideas. I will definitely get something uploaded tomorrow. I have a story to tell...

Plus- All of the pictures are on my camera. I griped at Kevo tonight and do not dare to ask to use the desktop computer... I'll stay with my little laptop in my room :) Sorry baby... it must be the leftover hormones. Love ya.

More tomorrow= sorry for the delay!

Whew... a long one. Updated.

2009-09-14T18:40:00.003-05:00

So much going on... and I haven't blogged. Sorry!!

Let's pick up where I left. We went to the doctor two weeks ago (almost) and were given the news baby Emileigh has too much water floating around with her. I came this close to having a full out panic attack (thanks to google) but after a couple of days, decided what will be will be. I chilled.

That was Thursday, on Friday Dr Parks called and said that EmJ's bladder and kidneys looked good and stay off of google. She reminded me that she would be on Vaca the next week and if I were to go into labor it would be okay with her. Plth.

Saturday my girlfriend Leigh came up and we had pedicures. AWESOME- and then watched the OU BYU game. Ewww. Funny thing: I was petrified that my water would break while getting my toes done, so I refused to go to Walmart. Leigh and I went to this little place right by the house (right off of Riverside next to Camilles) and settled in to pampering bliss. I was doing just fine until the massage chair started thumping my lower back. I am sure that we were the topic of some funny conversations while we tried to figure out how to turn that thing OFF.
It was trying to beat the kid out of me... sheesh. Oh well, way worth it and my toes are painted to boot.

Sunday came, Kevin went to work and Grandma came to stay. She, for the last six weeks, has been coming on Wednesday's and Sunday's to stay with Blayne and me while Kevo went to work. Such a nice blessing. She does laundry and cooks and does all that stuff... LOVE IT, WILL MISS IT.

Monday was Labor day, we hung out and did absolutely nothing.... I became a little nervous knowing that my Doctor was officially off for the week.

Thursday came and with it brought my stupid birthday. I was really looking forward to getting to see the doctor and getting the non-stress test done that was ordered the week before. I woke up bright and early 7am and called the hospital. I was shut down before I could get half of my request out. NO ROOM AT THE INN! At 1130, I called back (as requested by the super hateful inn keeper from earlier) and was told NO. Ms. Nice (or heiney) was kind enough to tell me "they can do that procedure in the doctor's office!"
I hung up, and cried. My hormones are way out of wack and I really just want some assurance this little girl is okay.

I had to wait until 2pm to see the doctor and time went sllllooooooooooow. I got to the office and after the long walk was contracting. I sat down in front of "new nurse" and she proceeded to ask me if I wanted a Flu shot... Ugh- NO. I want nothing but to know my baby is okay. She then asked me if I wanted to be Checked. I am sure I looked at her like she was Shrek because her reaction was priceless. I simply said "Sure, I have no idea what I want... I have never been this far before... aren't YOU the one in charge?"

She laughed (I think she wanted to punch me) and I watched her proceed into an exam room. I went to the bathroom to leave a little urine in the cup (TOTALLY DIFFERENT POST TO COME) and moseyed my way to the room.

When I arrived, I didn't notice an ultrasound machine. Nurse walked in and I asked, "am I not getting an ultrasound?" She replied "ugh, no" to which I came this close again to a meltdown. I explained that is the only reason I was there and something about too much fluid and well...she quickly left the room to chat with the doctor.

3 seconds later she returned and took me to Dr. Razdon's ultrasound room. Whew.

During the ultrasound, I was lost. I am used to Dr. Parks' machine and can usually read the estimates. This machine was ancient and didn't give them. I asked if she could tell me how much she weighed and was told NO. "Dr parks didn't ask me to do that" WHAT??? Are you effing kidding me? I started to melt again, on the inside... but got over it pretty quickly. I decided Dr. Razdon was pretty cool. I explained my fear of a C-section and she put my mind at semi-ease.

I did get an induction date of September 15th and asked to arrive at 05:00! Due to the whole earlier episode with the inn keeper at St. Francis, Dr. Razdon advised not to call ahead, just show up. I laughed. She did a bio-physical profile of the baby and decided we looked pretty darn good.

I came home, and got ready for Blayne to go stay with my Dad and Rita (papa and doodah) and get ready for a long awaited dinner out. It was my birthday after all :)

Blayne stayed in Muskogee until Saturday. Yesterday was a typical Sunday with Gram, and today has been spent doing any last minute things. Like Blogging. HA.

Blayne went to Slick with Meemaw and will stay there until we come home... I am FREAKING OUT.

I think that waiting 6 weeks then getting an induction is way worse than having your water spontaneously bust...

I'll update more later!

2009-09-05T12:15:00.000-05:00

Polyhydramnios: Too Much Amniotic Fluid

2009-09-03T20:58:00.003-05:00

Okay- so we made it to 37 weeks 1 day. We are full term and can deliver at anytime. I can breathe a little easier at that statement, however after today's doctor appointment, I have some new worries.

Here is the scoop:

Everyone knows that I have been on lock down for the last 5 weeks. I have literally moved from my bed, to my recliner, to my couch. The times I have tried to escape and take a journey, I have either landed in the hospital or on my bed with riveting contractions, both suck.

Today Kevin and I went to the doctor at 11:30. We are on weekly visits now, and I was really looking forward to seeing the doc. Last week, week 36, I had the Strep B test so I was not able to have my normal ultrasound. I was having some "ahem" complications in the bathroom department (sorry, but I have to explain) and melted down in Dr. Park's office. She suggested a couple of OTC medications and asked if I needed a small dose of anti-depressant. Kevin assured her that I was just really tired from not getting any sleep, so I left with a prescription of Ambien.

Although we got to hear the heartbeat, the visit was less than incredible. I did not get the chance to talk about my fear of having a C-section due to this baby being so much bigger than Blayne. (Blayne had to be suctioned out) Oh- forgot to add, last week I gained 8 pounds. I chalked it up to being in my "condition" and didn't think anything else about it. I knew it wasn't from eating, because.. I just can't eat.

This week, I felt much better and was really looking forward to the visit. I knew that we would be having our ultrasound, and I would be able to bring up the baby's weight then. I got to the doctor, and went right in. My blood pressure rocks and proceeded to the scale. I gasped when I gained another 8 pounds!! Guys, I have lost weight every appointment.... gaining 16 pounds in 3 weeks, 8 pounds in one week... a little weird. I got off the scale, prepared for a lecture, trying to figure out where the weight was coming from and sat for my turn in the ultrasound room.

Once inside, Dr. Parks came in smiling and greeting us. She asked me to lay back and measured my tummy. This is where the visit went down hill. She immediately lost her smile and mentioned to me that I was huge. "Really?? Because I thought I was looking good doc!" She started pushing around and asked if I could breathe okay and if I was in much pain. Ugh, yes... more pain than I can describe at times. It feels like my insides are going to fall out!

She began the ultrasound and immediately became concerned. "you have too much water!" As in there is way too much water around the baby.

Apparently the 15 pounds I am gaining... all going to the uterus and surrounding the baby. She measured the baby's belly, then took a different angle she preferred. She mentioned that Emileigh is stretched head to toe, (no kidding!) and began looking for her kidney's. She did state that her kidneys looked okay.

I asked if we could induce Friday, she said they (i am assuming insurance) won't let her. She did state that I really needed to go into labor this weekend though, and began giving me pointers in how to start the process.

Dr. Parks is going to be on Vacation next Tuesday through Friday, so if anything happens then, I will see one of her associates. I'm okay with that, but a little nervous. She did state that she was going to do some research and we might induce this Sunday- I am way for that. Please say a little prayer....

Last bit of advice she gave me, when my water breaks- it's going to gush. That made me chuckle a little. I guess public outings are off limits right now!

Anyway... I still had some questions, so Kevin and I googled when I got home. BIG MISTAKE!

Polyhydramnios- Here is the link.... Say a little prayer this is just a freak thing, that my water will break this weekend, and baby Em will have absolutely no heart or swallowing issues.

Thanks for taking the time to read this- it really means a lot to me.

P.S.
Blayne got kicked out of daycare today for having pink eye- that is an entirely different post! ahhhh kids!

Week 36- Boop?

2009-08-26T07:24:00.004-05:00

We have made it! Technically, we can go forward. I can officially say, "any day now" and truly mean it. On one hand, that is so exciting- I have been ready for 4.5 weeks. On the other hand, I am getting nervous. Blayne was such a good baby, I am worried Em is going to be opposite!

I am just ready to meet my little princess.

When I was pregnant with Blayne, Kevin called him peanut. It wore me out! I was so worried that he was going to call him peanut until he graduated high school. Here I was imagining sitting in the baseball stands listening to my husband call out " WAY TO GO PEANUT!!!" I still cringe.

When Blayne arrived, the first thing Kevin said was, "I love you Boog." I can remember choking on my water and looking at him, "Boog??" Kevin couldn't explain where it came from, but it stuck. I catch myself calling Blayne boog all of the time. Jeez, Can you imagine us at that same baseball game? "GOOD CATCH BOOG!!!" He is going to KILL US.

I say that to explain this:

What are we going to call Emileigh? Her name is Emileigh Joann Taylor. I always wanted to name her Mattie Joann and was vetoed about 4 months ago. Kevin said it looked too old and just didn't like it. The name was important to me because Mattie was my grandmother's grandmother and Joann is my grandmother. I also wanted to shorten it and call her MJ.
Kevin fussed and I agreed to change her first name, but not her middle.

I am big on names, being named for a purpose. Blayne has my grandpa's name for his middle name. Big shoes to fill in my opinion.

Unfortunately, Kevin's family was full of men and his mother HATED her name. Irene Betty. Kevin assured me that if we named our baby girl either of those she would haunt us for the rest of our life.

So we thought and thought and fretted. Finally, one day while at work I came up with a couple of names, one of which was Emily.

Now, as much as I want names to be meaningful, I want them to be beautiful and original as well. You would understand if you grew up as a Jennifer. Trust me- there are bazillions of us.
As I was saying Emily Joann, I realized I had my MJ... It's now Em-J. :) SCORE.

My only hesitation was the commonness of the name. There are a LOT of little girls named Emily. How would I make my little girl, unique?

Then it hit me. Leigh. Leigh is one of the angels God placed in my life during a very turbulent time. My parents had just divorced, I just married Kevin (that was a good thing), my little brother and sister were being torn in a very ugly custody battle. My little sister was 14 and pregnant when I was told I would NEVER have biological children. My little sister's baby was born and died at 24 weeks. I started a new job, my mother died... I really could go on, but that hits the major points.

Leigh was the person who lived down the street and was available 24/7. I relied on her strength more than she will ever know. There were times I just sat and cried and she listened. There were times that I had some really stupid things to say, she never criticized and supported me 100%. She was the best thing that happened to me and I can honestly say, held me together for two years. She and Kevin. I always tell her that she is the female version of my husband, they are so much alike.

When I decided to name my baby girl Emileigh, it is truly to honor the friendship God gave me. It is the only way I can begin to thank her.

Okay- So now I have my baby girl officially named, what are we going to "call" her? Em-J comes out of my mouth now.... Baby girl is what her daddy calls her.

Usually nick names come out of the air, kinda like Boog did. We haven't put much thought in it and just decided to wait until something landed. A few nights ago, Kevin was telling me a story about his family. He never does this, so when he does I pay especially good attention. He was talking about his mother's friend coming by and telling them about some night crawlers (worms good for fishing) down the ally way and how when he was little he hated to touch worms as they reminded him of snakes. Apparently she came in the house and said, "Boop- there are a million worms down the way. You oughta send your boys down to get them." I stopped him mid-stream, "Boop?" It was confirmed. Kevin's mother (Betty) collected Betty Boop items. Hence- Boop. At that moment, my precious little Emileigh was renamed by her daddy. "Boop" after her grandmother Betty Taylor.

I have a feeling we won't be haunted by my mother in law... maybe my teenager in a few years...

Sunday

2009-08-23T16:08:00.002-05:00

I really just want to cuss. You know, the kind of cussing that makes you look and sound like a complete idiot... You want to take out all of the frustration and that seems to be the way to do it.

Instead- I am going to blog what I am thankful for:

1. I am thankful that my little girl is 4 days from being 36 weeks in utero. Once we get that far, we avoid the nasty NICU (baring any irregular complications) and once contractions start, the nice nurses at the hospital will help them along.

2. I am thankful that I have got to spend so much time watching Blayne. 18 months has got to be the best time so far. I know, I have talked about how much I love all of the phases, but to date, I am loving this stage. He is trying to communicate, can say most things he puts his mind go, loves to laugh, play and smile. He is such a good baby. He minds so well and takes the BEST naps ever.

3. I am thankful that my Grandma cares enough to come twice a week so I am not by myself. It is so nice to just have her here. Most of you (well some of you) know that I was raised my my paternal grandmother. Although she was not who I lived with during my childhood and teen years (until 171/2) she was a consistent, stable, person in my life. She made sure I had the values that were not considered important by my parents.

4. I am thankful for my friends. Their facebook comments, text messages, and just support is awesome. It is such a weird feeling to count on the computer/internet to connect to the outside world. Thanks guys- truly, I appreciate it so much.

5. My stinkin husband. He listens to me whine and gripe and complain. He let's me yell at him for no reason, get frustrated when he doesn't read my mind, or say exactly what I wanted him to. He doesn't get frustrated with me. He tries to just listen and let me vent. He gets quiet at times, but that is to be expected- I whould have shot me by this point.

Here is to another day. We did spend about 5.5 hours at the hospital again last night. Emileigh's heartrate was high, mine was high, and I have either chilled or sweated for the last 3 days straight. Due to the sweating my potassium was low... oh well. I can deal!!

I do not want my positive post to go negative, so I will stop there. Besides, I have lost my cell phone and need to find that dude.

Love- Jen

Splish Splash

2009-08-21T22:22:00.006-05:00

As I mentioned on an earlier post, Kevin, Blayne, and I went to the Jenks Splash Pad last week. He absolutely loved it. I absolutely loved watching him play in the water. Kevin loved laughing at our little fish.

Below is a glimpse of our day... enjoy!

35 weeks- almost there... so over this!

2009-08-20T12:53:00.003-05:00

Ahhh week 35. I never thought I would see you. Baby Emileigh is quickly running out of room: Looks like this week she is the size of a honeydew melon. (Note to self: do not blog with food brfore you eat lunch- will make you hungry!)

Dude- this little girl is getting B-I-G. I am really ready for this to be over. I just keep thinking... two more weeks. Emileigh will be considered "full term" at 37 weeks... I will then be BEGGING for an induction. :)

The last three weeks have left me at home to do little of nothing. The first week, I abided by the rules. Then I got bored and started breaking them here and there. The doctor prescribed some medications to keep the contractions tame, and I was allowed to stop taking it when they subsided.

Fast forward to this past Monday. Blayne went to daycare as usual, Kevin came home from work and we spend the day staring at each other. Booooring. He went to pick up Boog and got home around 5ish. There were some big kids playing with a big blue ball outside. Blayne had a meltdown because he wanted to play. He doesn't understand he is just a little guy and balls are his favorite toy.

After dragging the little guy in the house kicking and screaming, I had the brilliant idea to take him to the Jenks splash pad and to McDonald's for dinner. Water is his absolute favorite thing- the kid is a fish.

Kevin agreed, but asked if I was sure I was up to it. I had been in the dang house for weeks- I NEEDED the break. (Big Mistake)

I gathered Blayne's water diaper, swim trunks, and shirt. Kevin gathered the kicking kid- off we were to Jenks. While walking to the Jeep, I felt a little pang. It hurt, bad. Took my breath away, but I was determined to get out of jail and refused to say anything.

We went to McDonalds, Blayne ate his chicken nugget happy meal, then we walked to the splash pad. For an hour blayne played . I had SOOOOO much fun watching him laugh and smile and play... It did a girl good. We came home around 730ish, kevin gave blayne a bath and I sat down in the recliner to rest. Then they started. By the time Bathtime was over, I was timing the contractions to be 12 minutes apart.

I have strict instructions to go to the hospital on anything 10 or less... so I hold by breath. 1/2 an hour later, I am on the phone with backup. Jeff and Christie came to pick up Blayne to spend the night and we are off to the Hospital.

I get to the hospital and we are looking at contractions 5 minutes apart. At this point- I am PRAYING for my water to break. No luck (thankfully) I get two shots and a reservation to sleep in the most uncomfortable bed for the night. Plth.

Came home Monday- woke up to contractions again... this is getting old... Dr tells me to double up on meds and DO NOTHING.

Needless to say, I have made a permanent spot on the recliner, bed, and have watched everything I could on the internet. I actually think I have make it to the END of the internet.

** HELP- I HAVE RAN OUT OF SERCHABLE THINGS- WHERE DO YOU HANG OUT ONLINE??**

Anyway- that is my week. Grandma came to stay with me yesterday and last night, she is a godsend. Plus she made homemade chicken and noodles- YUM.

I need to upload the pics from the splashpad- they are toooo cute.

Okay - Vent over...

Until next time:
JT

HGTV, Food Network, and Prison

2009-08-13T14:17:00.003-05:00

So we make it to 34 weeks and 1 day! I went to the doctor today and was given fantastic news, not dialating any more and the baby seems to be content where she is... for now. Better news- I don't have to go back for two more weeks. Ahhhh Of coarse, if contractions begin agian... we get to visit sooner. I am to stay at home off feet as much as possible.... that part stinks.

I always wanted to stay at home... until it happened. I feel like a prisioner in my own house! I guess the end result will be well worth it though.

I have been cooking A LOT. It is amazing how much money you actually save by cooking instead of eating out all of the time. I hope that is one change I will stick to.

Blayne is going so good. He is teething again, this time his molars. These puppies are the WORST to get poked through. He does really well during the day, but at night he turns into an animal. I have to remind myself that he is just a little guy.... The next morning, when he wakes up and smiles though, all of the pain the night before was well worth it. I guess I shouldn't complain. I could be working 80+ hours and dealing with this crap. At least I get to take a nap with him during the day.

My niece Susan has stumbled upon my blog... She is such a sweetie. I have only got to meet her in person once, she is a traveler (lucky duck) but I wanted to give her a little loving shout out. She and Kevin look more like brother and sister than anyone I know.. I think it's cute. When people tell me that Kevin looks like his daddy, I playfully disagree and say he looks like his cousin Susan :) HA

I have grown obsessed with HGTV and Food Network while in lockup. I have the nesting urge to cook 3 meals a day while re-finishing the entire place, then next week heading to the grandparents and working on theirs... Oh, then I wake up.

I guess I have rambled on enough- Until next time...

JT

Random

2009-08-09T20:31:00.003-05:00

i haven't posted in so long- i think i have forgotten how.

in reality, i haven't been to work in 2 weeks tomorrow and really have avoided anything that makes me use my brain. you can find me on facebook- brain rot to the max :) really just spending my time clicking little squares "farming" or whatever... see- told you ... brain rot.

today was a little different. kevo works two 24 hour shifts right now, Sunday and Wednesday. so my little brother came to babysit i.e. help me take care of me and blayne while i am on house arrest until this little girl decides to make her grand entrance.

anyway- my house is clean (with the exception of boogs toys in the living room) and I am not allowed to go anywhere, so I sat my rear in front of the computer and played with photoshop a little bit. enough to make me want to learn sooooo much more about it. enough to make me want to win the jackpot at the cherokee casino and plop down the $3,500 for the suite instead of just running elements....

i guess the thing that frustrates me the most though: i spent 90% of my day organizing my computer. tagging photos, tagging brushes, downloading new brushes, downloading new everythings-

the next thing i know- i am on myspace completing an extreme makover....

Duck?

2009-07-19T20:02:00.002-05:00

Blayne broke my big toe tonight. I am sure it wasn't on purpose, he is just a baby... but I wanted to throw him threw the window. (in a very loveable, he can't get hurt, kinda way) He tendes to play with the metal lids to the pots and pans under the counter while Kevin and I are in the kitchen, tonight he threw a lid and it went straight to the big toe. No warnings, nothing. I yelled, Blayne got scared, I picked him up and promptly sat him in the middle of the dining room floor and said. STAY. I then proceeded to pace the floor (not rubbing it) and cursing enough that soon, Blayne wanted to repeat it. The little guy sat in that spot though, until i gained my composure and went to apologize for scaring him. He laughed, pointed at my toe and said... Ouch, duck.

Yeah- that's exactly what mommy was saying... duck.

Way too early

2009-07-14T04:58:00.004-05:00

I arrived to work at 04:15. Couldn't sleep- Blayne is teething and Kevin pissed me off. I am sure I returned the favor, but damn- he is in bed snoozing while I am catching up on email in the hottest room invented.

I will be asleep at 7PM tonight- Mark my words.

I have been awake since 01:30.

On the bubble

2009-06-30T10:09:00.002-05:00

Updated: 15:50-

Job- in the bag! WOOOO HOOOOO

Need the house thingy to come through for me.

Still have not heard about the J.O.B.
Still have not heard about the House

I am going crazy!!! I was not born with an ounce of patience...

so I updated my template

2009-06-29T14:20:00.001-05:00

So there "you'll have an answer by the end of the day..." while you are sitting around playing with your monkey- I updated my life.

Hmph.

and i love the update.

Frustrated

2009-06-29T12:47:00.004-05:00

This will be a complete vent post. I apologize up front- if you aren't in the mood for bitching- move right along.

1. Last Friday, I left work feeling pretty good with a decision and a change. I had spend A LOT of time with the decision I made and spent many hours of MY.OWN.SLEEP.TIME. tossing it over and over in my head. Friday- I was comfortable with the decision, no I was freaking excited. I was stupid excited. All weekend long, I had this anticipation of Monday. seriously- that never happens. I come into work, all gung ho- and nothing. Nothing. At 10:45 I go on a search and uncover the "well, your thing is on hold" WTF? You put my "deal" on hold and don't have the guts to at least ring my extension and tell me? Better yet, You call me all of the time to check the damn weather, and it doesn't cross your mind this might be worth a phone call???? Needless to say, something good better come out of this little "deal" or I will be one pissed off person.

2. We found a house. Just a rental for now, but it is perfect. Move in date August 1st, 3 bedrooms, fenced in yard with a much larger outside area perfect for a garden. Great area- 2 miles from Blayne's daycare... etc. etc. I get the paperwork together today to send and shoot the prospective landlord an email. To which she replies a bunch of bullcrap meant for someone else! Looks like we are one of the final 3 people to be selected. Dude- not sure I can even bear to wait 24 hours. JUST PICK US ALREADY!!! GEEZ.

3. My sister- My heart is breaking for a million reasons. Mainly- because she feels unloved or unappreciated, I am not sure which.
She picked up and jetted off to Texas, that I am not upset that she went to Texas, she is young and single and well, GO! I would love to have had the luxury to pick up and go at a moments notice. I am upset with the way she left, and the comments she gives. I have lost sleep over this- but have decided she is a big girl now. Kaitlynn, I hope you find the happiness you so desperately are looking for. I hope that one day you will truly understand that Family is really all you have and no matter what, they love you. Your family doesn't have to like you 100% of the time, but love is built in. you know the whole, blood is thicker than water?

I feel a little better- will do some work (what, I have no idea...remember I am in limbo) and see if I can't get this day to pass a little quicker.

What!! A post??? HA!

2009-06-23T14:24:00.005-05:00

It's been way too long, my poor neglected blog. I just can't think of anything with substance to write about. Or when I do, I am away from a computer and just don't take the time.
When I was a kid, I used to write in a journal- its fun to go back and look at the ones that have followed me through life. Some things I read I turn red from embarrassment, others I go right back to the time and place as if I had just lived it. Boyfriends, heartbreaks, moves, arguments, trials, wins, hopes and dreams - we all remember those times.

I have this journal that when you open the back, there are little colored dots all over the back. You know, the kind of dots you used to price garage sale items? Oh hell- These:

So anyway- I would take them and put them on the back of my journal and then write as small as I could the name of my friend and their phone number. Yes, this was back before everyone and their 2year old had cell phones...when we actually remembered phone numbers, used a phone book and could call someone to get us out of Jail by memory.

i digress..

The funny thing, there were names on the little dots of people I can't for the life remember. And funnier, there are names of people I secretly wanted to know- you know, the cool older crowd. I spent a lot of time wondering when I moved away what exactly I was missing and what the cool kids would end up to be. Its funny to actually now, know.

Moving on... tomorrow is the first day of my third-trimester. People- we are getting down to the wire. I am absolutely not ready at all. On a serious note, I really just need bottles, diapers, and wipes, formula, and butt paste... but I want all of the cutsie girl stuff. I just have no place to store it. I suppose I will make a trip to wal-mart and invest in some plastic cubes. Not the best option, but useful for storage later.

Work has been a handful- I am just hoping the light at the end of the tunnel isn't the train.

My little brother went through a program last summer for a number of different reasons, it helped him become a better guy and for that it was worth all of the trouble. One of the projects he was assigned was to journal the earliest memory he had then journal one page for ever year of his life thereafter. I believe that is the direction I will go with this blog. Lord knows I have a LOT to say and need to get written. I am hoping that it will be a cleansing- as well as something I can look back on in 5 years and see a different angle, much like the journaling I began this post with. Hang in there with me, I am sure that I won't keep up with daily posts and will definately deter and have to find my way back on the correct route, but at least I have a plan.

If you are completely bored- just move on. But accept my sincerest apologies. It is my greatest fear not to get stories journaled for my children, especially if the unimaginable happens with their mother. I always want my kids to know that they are loved and where their momma came from.

Now... to find a clever catchy name.....

I'll post a couple of pics of Blayne- I haven't in a few:

Sleeping:

Bathing:

And last but not least... my two favorite boys....

READ THIS BLOG

2009-06-17T16:29:00.000-05:00

http://late-for-the-sky.blogspot.com/

Seriously.

seriously

2009-06-08T13:41:00.001-05:00

I had 4,000+ emails!!! Holy freaking cow. I am still sorting through them... sorry for the delay in updating and pics.

Vacation is over

2009-06-07T21:33:00.001-05:00

Over- I will be back in the office tomorrow morning 730 bright and early. I have plenty to blog about, so instead of doing that tonight, I will update tomorrow. After I read 2500 emails I am sure.

Vacation: Day 1

2009-06-01T19:55:00.002-05:00

Why in the WORLD am I watching "im a celeb get me outta here?" ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!! Ugh.

I do think it is funny that it is airing the same night at the Spencer/Heidi wedden'

Brain Rot- Completely.

Kevin worked today, I spent the day cleaning carpets and playing with Blayne. We moved all of his toys from the living room to his bedroom. It was fun watching him play. I loved it.

Tomorrow we have two dr's appointment (ENT and PED) so we will be busy with that and sticking two nap times in between. Wednesday is an appointment with the allergy doctor then Thursday is BRANSON!!!

Off to eat dinner- I am STARVING. I forget to eat when I am not at work. weird.

Council Oaks

2009-05-29T08:28:00.002-05:00

I enrolled Blayne in a new daycare yesterday, Council Oaks Learning Campus. From the minute I walked in, I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders. I can not tell you how impressed I was with this facility. AMAZING. The classrooms are large, clean, organized, and smelled good. Children were orderly yet happy. Faces were clean. Blayne actually smiled a few times...
They have a gym in the building which is better then many I have played in throughout high school. The outside play area is wonderful, Blayne did not want to come back in to finish our tour. They have a swimming pool where they teach the children 3 and up to swim with certified red cross lifeguards on hand. It is a 5 star daycare- for real!

The best thing- Aunt Christi works there and Blayne will always have that person checking in on him. THAT is what I love the most.

Now- off to get a lot of work done. Vacation next week and I am NOT answering my cell phone. Must.get.it.all.done.TODAY.