Merry Christmas!!!!

Wow...it's hard to believe the end of the year has arrived. Seems like just a few weeks ago my kids were going to their first day of school. Where does the time go???? I know I am no different from most other moms, some days I can't wait for my kids to get a little older and other days I just want to cry because they are growing up too fast!! :(

Not much new going on in my life, which is a good thing..LOLL. We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, lots of family over at my house. My brother finally introduced us to his new girlfriend. That was really a big deal...seeing that my brother has never been married and has no children, and he's already past 45. She blended in well with our family, she seems to be a really sweet person and someone I could do things with like you do with your sisters. We've been emailing back and forth and she's basically just amazed that no one else had snatched up my brother before now. He is a die hard romantic and believes in going all out when it comes to the women he dates. He's always been that way, even in his twenties, when he was living with us. I'd see him taking his girlfriends out to fancy restaurants and renting nice cars so they wouldn't have to ride in his gigantic four by four ...hahaha. One time he was going to take his girlfriend to Hawaii....that didn't pan out though and he took our mom instead. How many guys do you know that would take their mom to Hawaii for a week???? Not many!!! It was just sad that every girl my brother dated only cared about what he could do for them..the money he could spend on them and when they decided he wasn't spending what they thought was enough they just screwed him around. Anyhow, she's moving in with him this weekend and I cannot wait to see where it goes after she gets moved in :).

On another note, I just sent off the Christmas gifts for my first daughter and my grandson. I finally finished the blanket I was crocheting..LOL. It was suppose to be a birthday present back in April...oops! Anyhow, it turned out great...if I do say so myself. They should get them by Tuesday. I sent her a package full of things for the baby a few weeks ago, things that belonged to my baby boys. Most of it was Pooh since that is her theme. I sent one of those No Jo or whatever you call em, sling carriers. It's not like the regular carrier, it cradles the baby when they are newborn(great for nursing!) and then when they get older, up into toddler years even, you can still carry them in it. Came with a tape, but who has a VHS player anymore :)?

She did say I can now post pics of her and my grandson so here goes!!! Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Been a little while....

Just wanted to pop in and say hello to everyone who's been reading my blog. Funny, I never thought anyone would be interested in knowing about my life or the things that I think about. It's a nice feeling though, and it is such a therapeutic feeling to get my thoughts and feelings out there, basically expose myself to the scrutiny of others. Not much going on recently, soccer season is over...WOOOHOOO!!! This weekend past was the tournament, our girls played three games in one day :(, lost every one....they went into it with a good attitude though. This is the first season all these girls have played together as a team, the majority of the girls were together on a prior team, and a couple were new to the sport or have played before, but with other teams. They tied two games this year, won one by default and lost the rest, but all in all, they played really well their first season. Sounds ironic, but it's true. We had one girl injured in the third or fourth game, actually stopped the game and she had to be rushed to the emergency room. It was heartbreaking to hear her screaming and crying in agony...and it really angered me to hear the girls laughing from the opposing team, especially the one who injured our player. I just don't understand what values some parents are teaching their kids now a days. Our girl will always have to wear a knee support and will always have a loose tendon and knee cap because of it, grrrrrr. The coach actually had the gonads to come over and apologise, he didn't mean any of what he said of course, but whatever. Made him feel better I'm sure.

On a lighter and much more exciting note, my friend is home from the hospital. Long story short, it's a miracle. Her son sent an email back in September, and she had been in since September first. She was in ICU, hooked up to all kinds of machines and her liver was failing and their were so many other problems. When I first spoke with him, they were basically going to decide the following Monday what to do....it was really looking as if she were going to pass away any moment. Prayers help and this is one example. I went to see her that first day and she hardly even spoke...or when she did you couldn't understand her...she basically was in like a vegetative state. Her mom came in from Ohio and I tell you, it was scary....she looked older than her mom. Her mom had a stroke a few years back and she looked so healthy compared to my friend. Then the following weekend, she was alert and trying harder to talk and be understood, she even tried to get out of bed. She couldn't of course. The following week, they moved her from ICU into another room, not a regular one, but in between ICU and a normal room. Then a couple of weeks later she went into a nursing home.....Saturday I get a call...it was her!!! She is home...God works in amazing and wonderful ways.

And on yet another note, just a little irony. I have been trying to get rid of my kids clothes and toys and a few other odds and in's on Craig's list and through yard sales. I have sold quite a few of my daughters clothes through Craig's list, and now I am in the process of selling her old changing table. I called the woman who intends to purchase it, and she began telling me how she home schooled her children. She said that she'd adopted two or three I can't remember which, from China and a couple through fostering. Now they are in the process of adopting a baby from one of the girls they had adopted through fostering...as she was too young to parent. The point of my short story is this....I never realised how many bmoms, adoptees and adoptive parents there were out there until I started looking for and found my firstdaughter. Lately there is always something, either on the news, on a show I watch or a movie I see.... Even more so, I found out that my sons kinder teacher was adopted, as was the other kinder teacher..my daughters second grade teacher was trying to adopt from China...there was an adoptive mom talking to the secretary one day in the office. Now, I am getting ready to sell one of my belongings to an adoptive mom. I don't know...just kinda crazy..thought I'd share :). Hope ya'll have a great Thanksgiving and if I don't get back here before Christmas, have a safe and happy Christmas as well!!!

PS...I'm adding a pic of my firstdaughter and her mom and a pic of my two girls together for the first time...don't they look alike??!!! I will add pics of my grandson eventually...I'm still waiting for his mommy to post pics first..I made her a promise and I must abide. :(

What are Parents teaching kids these days???!!!

I am shocked and appalled everyday by the way kids behave, not only with other kids, but with adults. The lack of respect and the downright belligerent way they speak to other adults is really dis heartening. My daughter is in middle school now and she hates the kids that go there, well most of them, that is. She always tells me stories of how the whole class is punished because of the kids that are constantly causing disruptions in the class. This year she is in Theatre Arts and she tried to sell tickets for a show they were putting on, and many responses she got were..."I'm not gonna buy tickets from a white girl...". I mean...WTF????

Then we have the kids that are constantly walking past my house cursing and acting like a bunch of wild buffoons. They walk in front of and behind my house and I don't even want to let my kids out(the littlest especially), because of the things that come out of these kids mouths. I know that I was no angel when I was a teen mind you. But I knew that if I disrespected another adult, there would be "hell to pay". My mother would make me regret my actions and I can tell you in all honesty, the other kids on my street knew my mom meant business as well. Not one of them spoke to my mom without a "Yes Ma'am...No Ma'am" in the sentence somewhere. When my mom meant business, no one was immune to her wrath. She never hit any of my friends...LOL...but she just had that tone and that look that made you scared to death of what she might do.

Now I'm not going to say I'm in favor of beating kids, but I am not against a few swats on the behind when they need it. I got plenty when I was growing up and I'm not "damaged" because of it...if anything, I think it did me allot of good. I believe that kids need that now a days... more than ever!!! This "time out" and "disciplining with love and logic", just doesn't cut it with some kids. Yes, it might work for a few, but there are those that need a red bottom or if my mom had her way...a good slap upside their foul mouths every now and again.

My daughter plays soccer and it's still shocking to me when I hear what parents yell to the kids that are playing. Some examples are..."see we didn't even practice and we still beat you", or "get that girl with the brace, she's not that good anyway"...OR, better yet, "knock her down, shove her out of the way, TRIP HER!!!". These are the PARENTS saying these things!!!!! And the kids are not much better, last night they tied a team 0/0 and the girls are suppose to go to each side of the opposing team as well as slap hands(kinda like a high five) and congradulate each other. Half the girls refused and then the goalie for the other team had the audacity to tell our girls that they "sucked" anyway. GRRRRRRR......

I'm sorry, but it just thoroughly pisses me off, when I see parents that just don't give a shit how their kids behave...it's sad and scary to think that these will one day be grown ups passing this behavior on to other kids. Voting for our presidents and leaders in our communities. Scarier still, they are most likely the "road rage" that you will see on the news and they could even be teaching YOUR kids kids one day!!!

Just something to ponder.....

You have got to be kidding me!!!!

This falls in the "be careful what you say and in front of whom you say it" rule I believe. It is an incident that happened last year when my son was in Kindergarden and it still lingers in my mind. Of course it does not help that I see this woman everyday, and that she lives within visual sight of my house.

One morning I was running late, as usual, and had to sign in at the office before I could take my son to his class. I dropped him off and proceeded to the office to sign out. While signing out of the system, I overheard a conversation between another student's mother and the head woman in the office. The Mother was expressing her feelings about her daughter's reaction to finding out she was adopted. Her daughter is in fifth grade this year and was apparently 10 when her parents shared this information with her.

Now do not mis interpret what I'm about to say here. I do understand from a mothers perspective, the emotion that this young girls mother could have been feeling. She explained in detail, how they had told her daughter about her firstparent's. Apparently, her daughter replied with a comment something like..."you mean I have more parents out there??". Now...I understand, that this is her mother, in every sense of the word. But it did sting a little to hear her respond to this question so vehemently. "NO" she said, "you only have one set of parent's". She told this story with what sounded to me like quite alot of resentment and anger at the fact that her daughter had even thought, much less said alound, that she had "other parent's" out there somewhere.

I don't blame her for her response, because in reality, she is correct. I suppose, it might have been tone in which she said it, or the look on her face when she was recalling it. She has every right to feel the way she feels and I'm sure that if I knew the whole story I might feel differently. However, it just hit a nerve, I wanted to say..."I am a firstmom, and I found my Firstdaughter and we have an amazing relationship". I wanted to shout, sometimes it does work out. Sometimes you can have a relationship with your birthchild and his/her parents.


Now every day when I go in there, I want to pull out the picture of my first and second daughter sitting side by side for the first time ever. Then follow that up with a picture of my grandson... :).... Oh what I would give to have a picture of ALL my children together. I haven't yet, but one day I will. I just want people to realise, that no matter what ....be careful what you say, because you never know who might be listening...or within earshot that is!

Dear Friend.....

Friends come and go in our lives

Many long forgotten as years keep passing by

Few remain within our hearts and in our minds

But a chosen few withstand the tests of time

There are those that come to mind now and again

Briefly touching our thoughts, unknowingly we grin

Some only thought of at special times

When life triggers a memory long forgotten in your mind

All hold a place in your heart

Some who hurt you deeply

Still bring tears to your eyes

Others who made you laugh

til you thought that you would die

Of all the ones I've met along the way

Some I gladly called a friend

A select few became more like sisters in the end

Because we shared a special bond

An unseen link that brought us together

Even though the miles might be many

Friendships can still stay strong

Sometimes these friends they slip away

As we meet new friends every single day

But they don't slip away from our heart

Because in our lives they played an intricate part

Dear Friend

Even though you may have come and gone

A place in my heart for you, lingers on

Written by Michelle Naylor

Oct. 7th 2008

Dedicated to all my sisters and friends that have changed my life and in part made me who I am today..my love and thanks to you

Whoops! It's been awhile.....

I was hoping to keep up with this thing, but as usual, time got away from me. Quite allot has happened since I last posted on here. I am now officially a "Grandma"?!? That word still sounds peculiar, because in no way do I feel like a grandma. Here I am almost forty with my youngest still potty training, and now he's an uncle...? That is almost too funny to say out loud. I am hoping to post some pictures of my grandson, but for now I must wait for his mommy to put some out there first. Not a problem, he is her little one and she should have the opportunity to show him off before anyone else :).

Never thought I'd say this, but if it weren't for Hurricane Ike, I would probably still be waiting to see my firstborn and my firstborn grand baby. They were without power for over a week, so my second daughter played hookie and she and I went on a short road trip. We spent the whole day, ooing and aaahing over the baby. My second daughter was just mesmerised by her nephew, although I don't think being an aunt has really sunk in. We had lunch and talked, went shopping at Wal Mart, that was sort of strange, but nice too. Never imagined myself shopping with my first daughter, her son and Mother and my second daughter....very indescribable. On the way back to the house, we picked up dinner and spent another two hours talking and taking pictures. I didn't want to leave, but life goes on and the kids go to school and chores to be tended to. It was a beautiful, amazing and wonderful day that will forever be etched in my memory. It will be added to the four days I spent with my first daughter in the hospital, and our first face to face reunion in 22 yrs. They however, do not to outweigh those memories that I have of my three youngest children's special moments.

One of those moments happened just this past Sunday, when my second daughter and I were baptised together in front of our church. She and I were both terrified, but doing it together was not only special, but we were a support system for each other. I had been thinking about it for some time, but when my daughter decided that she was ready too, I told her I would do it with her because she was so scared to do it alone. Words cannot begin to describe the roller coaster of emotions I was feeling that day. My family and my husbands family were there, my sisters boyfriend video taped it and took pictures as well...I cannot wait to watch it. I enjoy attending church and am more involved than I ever thought I would be. It brings me much joy to watch my children having fun and making new friends, all in a safe environment. Not to mention, the biggest plus of all, we get to do it together.

What an amazing year this has been so far.........

Tired...but Here, kinda?

Wow.. What a week...UGH.
Soccer is now in full swing and all week I worried about my DD because she was on an "any day now" status since her last OB visit. With hurricane Ike and all that drama, and soccer and baby, I thought that was the extent of the drama...but, Nope! Friday afternoon I checked my email only to find an email from a close friend that I use to work with. I say close friend, but that sounds so generic. I'm sure most of you understand that, you have friends that are more like family than friends, but maybe it is easier to say that they are close friends or dear friends, rather than to explain it in detail to someone else. She is more like my second mom and a friend all rolled into one. Unfortunately, the email was not from her, it was her email address, but it was her son sending it. She is in the hospital, ICU, and from the sound of it, much worse than I would have imagined. I knew she was depressed since our lay off and other family issues as well as her own personal struggles were taking a toll on her. Apparently, I didn't realise just how bad things were.

I found out Thursday night that my DD went to the hospital, she was due to be induced on Friday, but because of Ike that was cancelled. Well, this baby boy didn't want to wait any longer..LOL, he was born on Friday morning and mom and baby were doing wonderful. However, because of Ike, the hospital was under lock down...I haven't heard from them since Saturday afternoon. Also on Friday, after reading my email, I get a call from my niece who is having health issues of her own and she was asking for me to pray for her. She could tell I was already crying and asked what happened, I told her about the baby and my friend and of course she was sympathetic. She had her own worries, so I told her I'd pray and now we wait and wait some more. Her test results will hopefully be in today. Between my worries about my DD and my grandson and her parents, and my dear friend and my niece, I am emotionally spent :(. I know it will get better, it has to, but phew.....what a weekend.

I spent a couple of hours at the hospital with my friend Saturday and Sunday, finally meeting her son and his wife, her parents and two of her siblings, with the exception of her sister and nieces and nephews. It's funny really, the things that go through your mind at times like these. Everyday I have gone up there, all I think about is all the times her and I had lunches together and all the laughs and fun times we had. I caught myself thinking yesterday how ironic it is that I have known her for seven, almost eight years and this is how I meet her family. I hate it....I really hate it. When I'm there, I see my mom...My Mom, I see her and I know it's her, but I keep seeing my mom. I have no idea if that makes sense to anyone, but my mom didn't make it to ICU and she was gone before I could say goodbye. Now all I keep thinking is, should I be saying goodbye? Do I tell her to fight and not to give in, she looks so frail and so sick and nothing like the friend I've grown to know and love. I saw her mom yesterday and she looks so much older than her mom....lying in that bed, it brought tears to my eyes. Even now, just thinking of it...makes me want to cry. In my heart...I know she wants to let go, I know she doesn't want to fight, she as much as told me so a couple of times in our conversations. I just chalked it up to depression, but now, I think she knew and she just gave in.

Well....I know this is life and everyone has their own sad stories, but I just needed to get this off of my chest. Maybe if I write it down, I'll feel at least a little less heavy with this sadness that I feel is weighing me down. I pray for everyone who is suffering right now, everyone who has their own turmoil. Even if you have nothing but happy stories to tell right now, I pray that you have more to come. For those of you who have read my blogs, Thank You for taking time to "listen".

Doin 90 to Nothin....

I cannot believe another schoolyear has begun...ugh! Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy having my house primarily to myself, well myself and my two yr old. LOL
Of course babysitting another almost two yr old at least three times a week doesn't necessarily qualify as having the house to myself either. Geesh, I guess I don't ever have the house to myself, unless my hubby gets a wild hair and tells me he's taking them all out somewhere. NOT!

Soccer season is starting up, so things will be wonderfully busy for awhile. On top of that I'm trying to find other things outside of home to keep me occupied. Plus, I can be around other adults once in awhile to keep me sane. Since I don't have any friends to speak of that I can go and let the kids have a play date while we have grown up conversations. I figured, since Sundays at bible school helped me so much, why not work at the church, in some way or another. YIPPEE! I am now helping in the two and three yr old room every Wednesday evening. The two older kids have thier own "classrooms" and Caleb stays with me. It's like an extended day of babysitting LOL. It's ok, I really enjoy getting out of the house and the kids have a blast singing and playing with other kids thier ages. It keeps us all from going stir crazy and gives hubby an evening to himself. :)

Well...I don't really have much more to say right now, but I just wanted to blog something so I don't get in a blogging slump again. I am getting ready to round up a car load of kiddos, so I'm off for now, hope this blog finds you all well and I'll blog more later ...bye for now.

I get it...I really do get it.....

I found out something about one of the mom's from my daughters Soccer team yesterday. We've been talking for awhile and she knew that I had relinquished my firstdaughter when I was 17. She knows about my finding her and how we've been communicating and that I just recently had a face to face with her for the first time. She, as with many others I've told, has been very supportive and intrigued and always interested in knowing how it's going.
Finally I found out why she was so interested, well I'm sure this is not the main reason, but I'm sure it's a factor. She was adopted when she was one, by her grandparents, but she didn't find out until she was 10. She told me her story, about her mother and how she had a brother and sister that were also adopted. She just recently had contact with her father. Due to her circumstances, her reunion with her bparents has been a troubled one to say the least. I cannot fathom what she must feel, because the short of it is, that her mother is far from the way I am. She doesn't want to "know" her daughter, she's in it for herself and herself only.
I tried to tell her what I thought her dad might be thinking, just from a firstparent standpoint. Just listening to her story about her relationship with both of them, was a hard thing to hear. I hoped that my reunion and relationship with my firstdaughter didn't make her long even more for that from her firstparents. I just tried to tell her how I felt about it. What I've learned from listening to all the stories and different opinions and feelings from other firstparents and adoptees as well as adoptive parents. Basically, my feelings are this....as a firstparent, I am not my firstdaughters Mother, I gave up that right. Yes, I am her biological mother, we are linked forever in a way that cannot be taken away. However, in reunion, a firstparents relationship is only what our firstchildren want it to be. No more, No less.
However much, I'd like to be the one she calls mom, I'm not. However much I want to be a grandma to my grandson...I'm not. He has a grandma, and she has a mom....I'm not sure what that makes me really. I call myself a firstparent, but even that doesn't sound right....that's why I say. I get it...I really do get it.

UGH!

Maybe someone else can relate to this, maybe not, but I am driving MYSELF crazy because of it. I am a very sensitive person, I cry at sappy movies, hearing stories of children who have been hurt or killed brings me to tears and makes my stomach turn. I hate being in a room full of quiet people, I will talk about anything just to have it not be quiet...LOL. Which I suppose is the reason my friends say I'm the friendliest person they know...I'll talk to just about anyone. Of course staying at home all the time makes this trait even worse.
I don't have many friends, I have a few that we have our trials and tribulations just like any other relationship, but we always manage to remain friends. However, there are those that I think we are that close and then one day....it's just not there. Not because I don't want that friendship, and not necessarily because they don't either. Just because life continues to move....and you have to keep up. I have a tendency to say things or do things that I don't realise and sometimes that's the reason for a friendship loss. My point is this.
I wish that it was easy for me to just let a friendship go, like some can just keep going like it never was. For me, I dwell on it and dwell on it, almost to the point of going crazy. Mostly, if I don't know why.....if one minute we are and the next we aren't, I go insane trying to figure out what happened. If I know it is just because our lives were so hectic that we lost touch, then it hurts, but not as bad....does that make sense? I just wish I could let go.....because the not knowing hurts too damned much.
For all the friends I have, and for all the friends I've lost....you all have a special place in my heart.

I Don't Feel Like a Grandma.......

I cannot believe that it's been 22 years since I had my first daughter and even though we've been sending messages. Even though I've seen her, hugged her and talked to her. I spent seven hours with her....it's like a dream, if that makes sense. It's like my all my senses know but my mind can't wrap around the concept that she's not that baby that I remember. I wonder if I'm the only one who feels like this, is it easier for some first moms to grasp that their baby's are all grown up? Do some ever grasp that concept of the time that has elapsed? Will I???????
I wanted to sit and talk to her the whole time I was with her and her family and friends, but I knew that wasn't possible. First, because it was her day, a day for everyone to share and celebrate with her. Second, because I didn't want her mother to feel like I was invading "her" space. We did talk, more than I thought we'd be able to, and she had a friend with her, which made it a little more comfortable. Actually, I got a tad irritated with her friend, because she wouldn't shut up! LOL She was a sweet girl, and from what I learned through her and from my DD's mom later, she'd had a rough life. All I kept thinking though, was this is a moment in time that I'd never get back and I wanted to spend as much of it learning and taking in all I could about my DD and if she talked the whole time I'd miss it.
It was and still is very surreal to me. I still feel as if it is all some sort of weird dream. I was always very honest and up front with my DD's mom. When I was still carrying her, I made my decisions and stood by everything that I said. I tried my best to reassure her that even though I had chosen to see my DD after she was born, that she needn't fear a change of heart. Although, I already had a change of heart, I felt as though I could not take back my promise to someone else. I tried to put myself in her shoes, what if having a baby was not what God had planned for me? What if I had put my heart out there for a baby that wasn't mine to hold yet? The thought of losing a child that I'd already grown to love before I'd even gotten the chance would probably crush me. I know not all first moms feel this way. I have feelings of betrayal and anger still, at the fact that I felt like everyone pushed me to that decision. I felt like I was in a corner with no other way to go, no other options given to me. My mom told me it was up to me and she'd help in whatever way she could, but that just made my decision harder still. How could I put my mother through that, she already did as much as she could for me and my sister. I couldn't ask her to take responsibility for my child.
I made my choice and I followed through, however difficult it was, and I made it through with years of therapy to overcome the grief that remained. I cannot explain that pain, the pain that you feel throughout your whole body. Like an ache, an ache that never goes away. Maybe, it's similar to that of a parent who has lost a child tragically? That is the only thing that to me would be even remotely close. OK....now I'm rambling, way further from where I'd intended to go.
It has been over a month since I finally got to see my DD and give her that long awaited hug. Now only a few weeks left before she too becomes a Mom. I am excited for her, I am excited for me, I am excited and jealous for and of her Mom. Even though her mother told me I was going to be a Grandma, I don't feel like a Grandma. I won't get to see him grow, just like I missed out on seeing his mommy grow. I won't get to see all his firsts. I want to feel like a Grandma and in my heart I know I am, but without all the benefits. I am going to see her when he's born, I will stay in a hotel if I have to, but I intend to see my grand baby and hold him at least once. As I did with his mommy before I said goodbye. At least this time, there is more of a possibility I'll see him before he grows into a man.
I made his mommy a blanket and sent it with her when I let her go. I felt it was appropriate to give my grandson a treasure like that too. I also tried to continue the tradition that my mom started for her grand babies, and instead of sewing, I crocheted his. I hope it lasts for a lifetime. I don't feel like a Grandma...but who knows...maybe one day I will.

Is there an expiration date on being tagged???

Well....here goes, apparently I was tagged several months ago for forgetting how to blog. Yikes! I did forget how to blog as well as several other things. I've been a little selfish lately, a trait that I've apparently passed onto my kids :(.

Ok MomChelle, thanks for the tag ;)...LOL. Six random things about me???

1) I love watching TV...look up couch potato in the dictionary and you'll see my name. I have approximately 60 shows set up to record LOL! If I could I'd add more to it, but unfortunately I can only record two different shows at one time...:(...decisions, decisions!

2) I hate, loathe, detest cleaning. I never have been good at it, I used to bribe my sister to do it when we shared a room as kids, she loved it and even at age 5 she was better about it than me! UGH!

3) I'm a pack rat, hence making the fact that I hate to clean even worse...I have way too much Junk. I just can't seem to throw anything away, clothes, kids school papers, even old bills..geesh. I watch that show "How Clean is Your House?", just to make myself feel better. Hahaha! At least I can honestly say my house is not, nor will it ever be that bad!

4) I used to love to read, but I never have time for that anymore. I really enjoy those scary books about haunted houses and ghosts and such. Especially if the stories are based on supposedly true stories. The scarier the better! I've never been much for the Harlequin romance novels, the closest to that is the Diana Gabaldon series.

5) I love spending time with my family, going for walks or to the park. We all have bikes now and when the weather permits, we like to go riding. One of our favorite things to do is to rent a PPV movie and pop popcorn, then we pull out the blow up mattress for the kids and all pile in the living room together. I do like to go out every once in awhile, either a girls night out or just a "date" with my hubby.

6) I just recently have found out how much I enjoy volunteering at our church. I am hoping to get a job in the "Mothers Day Out" program this year. It has been a much needed break and I really love it. This year has been a hard one, but I've also met some great friends and wonderful women who I admire and love that helped me get through. I truly have a newfound admiration for SAHM's and know that I'm not cut out for that job.

Alright, can't think of anything else, and I have know idea who to tag now. But if anyone else wants to share, I'm trying to be more consistant with my blogging and reading others, I'd love to know more about ya'll. Hope everyone had a great summer and hope the first day of school is a breeze :)

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What a Beautiful Journey.......

It's been such a very long time since my last blog. I think I may have forgotten how to do this! LOL
What a wild ride the last few yrs have been. I started looking for my firstdaughter in Feb. of 06 and amazingly found her in April O6, three days before my birthday and a couple of weeks before hers. What a rush of emotions, happy, scared, excited, terrified...relief, the most important of all. That weight of the not knowing for 20 yrs lifted in an instant. She's all grown up, healthy, happy, smart, talented and beautiful..of course :). I sent her the first of three letters, enclosed in a birthday card along with pictures. Waited three months and sent her a second letter, despair kicks in at this point. What is she thinking? Does she hate me, is she still in shock that I found her? Is she as afraid of where this will lead us as I am, now that the first step to reunion has been taken? OK...one more letter, right before Christmas. Still no reply.....I'm crushed.
I am so thankful I found a place where other women share similar stories because I don't think my sanity would have held out without that support system. I was lucky enough to find a group of "sisters" and we created a wonderful bond. We kept each other going...I think....at least that is true for me. They are a wonderful group of women, strong, funny, caring and each amazing in their own way. One can laugh at herself and life, but is fiery and determined and has the amazing gift of being able to accomplish things I wouldn't even tackle! Another is full of wisdom and the awesome strength to juggle both life and family that I would give anything to possess. She can take care of cooking dinner, baseball games and still manage to get her house clean...grrr...LOL. Last but certainly not least is a Rockin Eighties Chick, who remembers way more about the eighties than pretty much anyone else I know! She's funny and sweet and spunky. Anyhow, without them, I could not have retained the little amount of sanity I had to start with.
I managed to wait and wait somewhat patiently, until I couldn't wait anymore. I found her on one of those "myspace" type places and for the longest time I kept checking, because I just knew it was her. Tossing around, do I send her a message, do I sit and wait some more? Finally, a sign! A picture, she posted a picture of herself, my first sight of her all grown up. I was ecstatic, elated and totally freaked out...LOL! OK...now do I send her a message? One of my friends said to "go for it!", so I did!!! And what do ya know...she replied and I finally knew for certain it was her and I just about fell out of my seat. That's where the relationship really started. We sent each other messages for almost two yrs, asking questions, telling little stories about our lives, learning a little every time about each other. We never met, or talked over the phone, but somehow we made a connection and it was strong enough to make her feel more comfortable with me than I realised. Enough so, that she decided to skip talking on the phone and go straight to a face to face. Talk about shocked...I was stunned speechless, because with every message I sent, I was terrified...what is she thinking, did I say something dumb or did I make her mad or upset with something I said? Constantly felt as if I was walking on eggshells. However, she invited me to her shower(baby), yup, gonna be a grandma...I still feel odd saying that. It was an amazing day, I showed up with my second daughter, fifteen minutes early and before everyone LOL. Finally I saw her, not on the computer, not from a picture, but flesh and blood and she was so beautiful. I hugged her, hugged her mom and watched both my first daughter and second daughter hug for the first time. That was the moment that brought tears to my eyes.
The shower was wonderful, we got to talk for a little while, but it was limited due to the occasion. Afterward, they invited us to go to her grandma's and visit. We stayed there for another five hours, ate dinner and talked and talked. I got to meet her brother and hear about when she was little. We talked about the adoption, and we talked about both our families. She showed me her amazing artwork, and her mother told me how she is a beautiful singer as well. It was just an amazingly, beautiful, much more than I ever expected, day.
I want to thank each and every one of my "sisters" for giving me the support I needed to make it this far. And for my family for putting up with my craziness the last couple of yrs. How lucky and blessed I am for having them all.

EEWWWWW!!!!

Ok, let me just give you a brief overview before I tell you the latest in the Saga of Caleb. He is two and a half and every bit of the terrible two's. Out of all three of my kids, I must say he is the one who puts me on the verge of insanity with the things he finds to get into or the crazy things he's done. From putting mascara all over his mouth and inside his mouth, to emptying an entire bottle of Tylenol on the floor in a matter of three minutes mind you!

When he was one, I thought he'd swallowed the tip of his nose sucker. At age 1 and a half he stuck his hand on the burner I'd just turned off and prior to this he'd touched a pan we think and had a blister on the crease of his middle finger the size of a dime. We didn't know he'd burned it until after dinner and we were washing his hands, he didn't cry or make a noise of any sort until then and even at that moment all he did was say "hot". That became his word for all "owies". He then proceeded to stick his hand in the middle of a red ant pile not long after that, and was bitten at least fifteen times and all he did was "uh uh", as he walked up to me with his hand outstretched.

He is the child that when he gets a bug bite, it swells to the size of a golf ball. If we are lucky, he won't scratch it and make a scab, once a scab has formed we have to cover it or he'll continue to pick at it until it leaves a scar. He has several on his legs and one on his hand we thought would never heal. If that all was not bad enough, he's gotten this fascination lately of inserting objects of ALL kinds into his ears, and his nose "ahhhhhh". LOL Today's latest adventure, I must say, is one that would have been really funny I'm sure had it not been for the fact that I thought he might have to go back to the doctor because of it! I was putting him in his seat and noticed an obstruction in his nose, thinking it was a booger I told him to blow. On closer inspection it was green, blue green, I thought paper?? NOPE...GUM!!! LOL

I tried to get it out with a kleenex and my finger, I know...eww gross, but a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do. To no evail, it was just breaking off into little snotty globs of goo. Finally, with the help of a flashlight and some tweezers, Walah!! Wow...sometimes I am truly amazed at the countless things kids do and say, each one has some memorable moment all their own. Mom's know and anyone who's watched kids, you've had a taste of it I'm sure!!!! Gotta Love Em!

Adoption...What You Don't Think of Until It's Too Late

First let me say, WOW it has been awhile! Second, what you are about to read, for those of you who have not given up your rights to parent, but are rather hoping for that mother to do so, I will warn you now, you probably don't want to read further than this sentence. For those of you out there that are "sisters", with stories similar to mine, maybe you will relate, or maybe you are still new to the intricate and heart wrenching world of adoption. What I am going to say is by no means an attempt at changing a future first mothers mind about giving up rights to parent their child...OK, maybe just a little. OH HELL, it's definitely an attempt to keep any unsuspecting Mother to be from living the never ending, nauseating, gut wrenching, hole in your heart forever life of placing their child into someone elses arms forever.

I thought that I had thought about my choice, every facet of it. I thought I was "OK" with my decision to give my child to this man and woman who told me one thing, only to find out twenty years later..it was all lies! My thought process was this, I am 17, I am single, I don't have a job, I haven't finished school, her father is doing things with his parents knowledge that no young person should be doing, and most likely will not finish school(which he didn't). My mom is a single parent, barely taking care of me and my sister, I can't expect her to care for me and my child. What do I have to offer her? I don't want her to miss out on things(material mind you), I can't provide her with the stability of a mother and a father. I'm not capable of providing her the things a family with two parents would be able to. I am doing this out of my love for her. She deserves more than what I have to offer her. What I didn't realise though, that I do now, is that I was doing the only thing I thought I could do. I felt, that once I said it and once I'd picked this couple, I couldn't change my mind. Guilt maybe? I felt like I couldn't change my mind, everyone had done so much, the lawyers, the aparents paid the doctor bills, plus my mom's heart was breaking, how could I keep a baby and make her feel obligated to help me.

See, I thought I'd thought of everything, but I didn't. At seventeen, truly, do we really see the whole picture? My mind didn't have any knowledge of the hole that my heart would be forever an open wound. I didn't realise that my love for my first daughter would see me through. I didn't realise that I COULD take care of her and give her what she needed. Love, a home, food and the basic necessities that she needed to thrive were there for me, I just needed someone to show me the way. If I had known then what I was giving up, I never would have signed those papers, I NEVER would have missed out on all those Firsts. I would have been MOM, Grandma or Nana or Mema, whichever the case might be. See that is what no one ever tells you, you are giving up not just the right to be a parent to your child, but the grandparent to their children too.

What a cruel joke Adoption can be. For those of us not able to experience "open adoption", I suppose it can be worse. Or those of us who have semi, only to have that door shut in your face because of the aparents lack of trust, or just out of sheer meanness maybe(sometimes). That to me is the cruelest of all. Now, in the midst of reunion, I am feeling that knife in my heart just turning and turning with every thought of what I have missed out on these years gone by. Now to my first daughter, who is soon to be a mom, I am no one. I am but the incubator that shielded her and gave her a place to grow and thrive, until her entrance into the world when she was ready, and gave her to another. I grew to love her before I knew she was there, from the first instant I knew she was growing inside my womb, I loved her. Before I felt the first flutters, until the moment I felt her turning somersaults and reeking havoc on my insides, I loved her. She was mine, if only for that brief amount of time, she was mine. They may have had all the "firsts" that came after, but I had her FIRST. I felt her growing, I saw her first, I held her first, I counted her fingers and toes first. I changed her first, I fed her first, I cuddled her first while she slept in my arms and I gave her those first kisses and breathed in every scent of her sweet baby smell FIRST.

I have this, I have those memories, they are mine, forever etched permanently, no one, especially those who lied to me to get what they wanted, will ever take that away. They might be "mom" and "dad", but I am her Mother forever. They are her babies Grandma and Grandpa, but I am the Grandmother.

I will just find some comfort in knowing that a little of who she is and who her children are, is apart of me. For example, two of the names she chose were names that I chosen while carrying her. Ironic really how life comes full circle no matter what we do with it.

Time Stands Still

It has been awhile since my last entry, thought it was time for an update on the news my first daughter shared with me only a few weeks ago. Seeing as she's apparently shared her joyous news with her friends, I am hoping that it is safe for me to share it as well. She is going to be a Mom, and I am thrilled for her, for her Parents...soon to be Grand parents. In as much as I am happy and excited for her, there is unfortunately an underlying feeling of jealousy and sadness for me. That baby that I said good bye to over twenty years ago is going to have a baby of her own. That right of being able to spoil my grand baby isn't going to happen this time. I am NOT "grandma", I am NOTHING to this baby on the way. Wow! I never never thought this far ahead when I signed those papers and kissed my first daughter goodbye. Never in a million years had I dreamed that that decision would leave me saying "goodbye" all over again.

I am linked to her, which makes me linked to her unborn child too doesn't it? To any unborn yet to come??? Some say that when an adopted child becomes a parent, the need to reunite or at least to "find out where they came from" kicks in. How does this work when we are already in the process of a reunion...of sorts, which consists of the occasional message back and forth via a website? She obviously isn't ready or doesn't have any desire to know of my(her) story, why I chose to relinquish. Who her father is, or how we met. She doesn't desire any information up to and including that of her birth. I have not offered, as I was told she would let me know when she was ready. Now I am questioning, how will she feel as her pregnancy progresses and after she has brought her sweet baby home? Will she want or need to know more about her past, her biological family...OR, will her feelings turn to that of anger? Anger at my choice to give up my rights to parent her, because now, she will know the overwhelming love that comes with that first look on your precious child. Maybe she will wonder how on earth I could look at her sweet, beautiful little face and still choose to give my right to parent to another. So many questions, not a single answer.

I suppose I will just keep doing what I'm doing. Try to be as patient, as understanding, as non threatening as possible. Let her continue to take the lead and see where it takes us. Try not to get heart broken at the thought of not being able to see her on the day of her baby shower or to help throw it for her even. I'll make this blanket that I hope she will love and cherish and that my first firstgrandchild will treasure someday. This is the tradition that my mom started for her grand babies and I intend to continue that same tradition, even if I am not or cannot be the grandparent that I long to be. I'll wait patiently, and pray everyday that one day this path that she and I are on takes us one step further and hopefully leads to more than just this cyber relationship that we seem destined to continue for now. I long to hear her voice, I ache to see her in person and give her the biggest hug possible, but I'll wait....as long as it takes, until she's ready.

I have no right.....Or do I?

My jealousy is making it hard to stay focused. I found out some scary, wonderful, and downright terrifying news from Robyn this weekend. I think that the shock of it will last until I finally have that face to face that I'm longing for. I cannot give any detail just yet, but lets just say that it's life altering, as much as having Robyn was life altering for me. All my kids for that matter! Anyhow, I'm trying to be supportive and comforting and MATURE about the situation. I have offered my advice and feel as if I am a long distance friend rather than her first mother. I know that I have no right to be apart of her life anymore than she has allowed me to be up to this point. However, I am forever linked to her and when she has children, am I not linked to them as well?

I have been brewing this over and over in my head. I concieved her, I carried her in my body. Went through the morning sickness, the swelling hands and feet, the aches, the lack of sleep either from being uncomfortable or the having to pee twenty times in the night. Through the heartburn that had me up sick in the middle of the night and downing antacids like they were candy. Made it through the stretchmarks and the horrible scar left after an emergency C section. I remember the first time I saw her after waking up in the recovery room, all alone at three in the morning, just she and I. Looking at her in the little light that barely brightened the room. Sleeping, so soft and smelled so sweet, pulling her little cap off to see her beautiful blonde hair and opening her blanket to do the ritual test of ten fingers, ten toes. I had her with me, just the two of us, for four long wonderful days. So many times I wanted to change my mind and take her home with me. All I kept thinking was that I would hurt so many people, her "parents", my mom, who worked so hard for me and my sister. I kept telling myself that what I was doing was the right thing...for her, everything for her. Now, I wonder, was it really just for her, or was it my fear of hurting someone else if I didn't go through. I imagine it was a combination of many things.

I am jealous now, of all the firsts I missed. All the firsts that I'm missing and all the firsts yet to come. Especially those yet to come. When she has children, her Mom gets to be grandma, this wouldn't have been possible without me. I never thought of this before, there are alot more possibilites for her parents than just that of being parents, now they can be grandparents too, and everything that comes with. If she has children, does that make me a "firstgrandma"? Since I made my choice, who am I in her life? Who will I be to her children? Just a woman who gave her life and then gave her away? I can only hope that one day, I will be more than just that woman, that I can maybe be more than just a friend. I know I cannot and could not ever be her Mom, but I would like to be something more. I feel like I don't have the right to feel this, but these are my feelings nonetheless.

Breathe in Breathe out......:)

I feel so much better. This past week has been a ton better than it has been for awhile. Aside from some shocking news that I'm still recovering from, I feel so much better. I made up my mind that I am going to get up every morning and say a prayer and take several breaths before I get out of bed and start my day. Aside from a headache that is unrelenting, not related to stress, it's allergies...LOL. I feel pretty....what's the word...content...relaxed....calm? Either one will work. It just took me blogging about my frustrations and feelings to make a whole world of difference. Well, that and the advice from my friends(sisters). It makes the world a much happier place when you have somewhere to vent and people who will "listen" and offer to be there for you.

I think I had several things working against me. First, the fact that I am not used to being at home all the time and secondly, I'm frustrated because hubby and I never seem to have any time to ourselves anymore. He's working all the time which is frustrating to me and very tiring for him and I think it actually makes me feel guilty. Like I'm not contributing or anything. I know I stay at home and watch the kids all day and do other things that are important and necessary, but I still feel like I'm not doing enough sometimes.

Anyhow, I am tired of feeling like crap and I'm gonna do my damndest to not procastinate and do what I need to do to get back on track. I am determined to get my house situated and organized. I need some ME time...reading, writing, drawing....maybe use the oil paint set for dummies I got for Christmas...LOL. Spend more time on here chatting with my friends. I need to go out and do some things for myself like I used to. Get my nails done, get addicted to pedicures(no Brazilian, I draw the line there!), and go shopping for ME! It will get better, I will be as stress free as I can....I will not let my kids drive me nutz...oh wait....that might be a lost cause. I'm gonna do like that song says..."I will survive" :)

I Feel I've Failed

I know part of this "depression", yep, I'll call it what it is..."depression", is because of the weather today. Rainy, dreary days always make me tired and listless and not wanting to do anything except crawl back into bed and stay there. Which, as you know, being a mom makes this impossible.

It's been over a year and a half now of me staying at home and I love my kids, but I hate being at home. I don't have any friends to speak of, that I see or spend time with that is. I spend all day long with no one older than 12 yrs of age. As of late, I don't want to do anything, because I feel half the time I'm chasing my tail. I hate my house, it's old, it's dusty, and there are so many things that need to be done to it, it literally makes me ill just to think about it. Every now and again I get a bug up my butt and clean like crazy. I get really excited when I get a couple of rooms done, only to get aggrivated and upset as I attempt another room and come back to find the other two are right back where they were before.

I feel tired, angry, and irritated all the time now. What good am I doing my children if all I ever do is yell at them and am angry with them??? Travis is failing Kindergarten for Pete's sake! I am so busy trying to clean or too depressed to do anything that I have failed him. He needs my help and I am here...but I'm not. His daddy is working two jobs to keep me home and for what??? So he can die young and leave me a widow with three kids??? Why?? Why can't I do this?? What am I doing wrong?? I don't ever want to go on the computer anymore. This being my only link to Robyn and my "sisters", making me feel even more alone and feeling guilty for not being there when my "sisters" need me. I have this blog and I think of things to blog about, but can never muster the time or energy to blog and when I do, I have lost any ideas of what I was going to put here. My myspace page is still in Christmas theme and my facebook has so many notifications and pokes and invites it's scary and daunting.

Before I had Travis and my mom passed and my husband and I separated for a yr, I was a totally different person. I made all my daughters halloween costumes and all her birthday cakes. I always sent out the invitations on time and never forgot to send "thank you" cards. I always sent Christmas cards to everyone and I never forgot things. I knew everyones birthdays and phone numbers by heart. Now, I am always late with the Christmas cards...if I even remember to send them, and I usually end up sending birthday invitations via computer or phonecalls. I am always rushing last minute to make birthday cakes, or lately I just break down and buy one, and heaven forbid I make all three of my kids costumes for Halloween.

I feel lately, like I've fallen in a giant black hole with no hopes of escape. I cry at the drop of a hat and get angry just as fast. My language as of late is atrocious, which is rubbing off on my oldest boy, and making it's way to his classroom...not a good thing! I don't want to go back to work, HELP, how can I get past this? I want to be here for my kids, but I have lost me in the process...how do I get "me" back?? Feeling like a huge failure to my kids, my husband and most of all myself.

Margurita time!!!!

Has anyone invented the smiley in the straight Jacket yet? If not, do you get money for inventing new ones? LOL

I have had the worst "Monday Part II" in a long long long time. This morning wasn't too rough, until....my hubby and daughter left the house. I knew I was in for it when all I said to my middle child was " Ok Travis, it's time to...."....and I heard a loud thud(him hitting the floor on his knees, head thrown back, hands clenched in fists), and then a low but audible "AAAAHHHHHH". I then repeated it, making sure to say it loud enough to be heard over the next moan and groan and flop. "Time to brush your teeth", to which he reluctantly surrendered his DS and stomped into the bathroom. There we all were brushing our teeth, catastrophy averted.

Both Travis and Caleb already dressed and ready to go, I finished getting myself ready. Then the dreaded, "ok...get your back and jacket it's time to go"....."AAAAAHHHH", and thud, and then whining, and crying and huffing and puffing. That would be a combination of both Caleb and Travis at this point. Caleb used to be so excited to run out the door every morning, now, not so much. His latest technique is to do the Rolly Polly I call it. Visual...he drops to the floor, tucks his feet and head and covers his head with his arms and if I try to pick him up he just hangs like a rag doll. So, I usually have to pick him up and carry him while maneuvering his older brother out the door and to the car. Trying with all my might to light a fire under his butt, I tell you, they get slower and slower the older they get. Unless it is the park or an event that spells fun fun fun. We make it to school, no more drama, other than having to carrie Caleb the whole way. Travis wants to walk himself to class...woohoo...I tell him to take off!

The rest of my day consists of two wild childs, both approximately two and a half feet and under. It's not so bad the first hour, and the next hour and a half are pure heaven as they both get some much needed Z's. Then...to quote a very old phrase, "the shit hits the fan". I get the littlest one up first, in the high chair and onto lunch. The next is up and ready to eat, only he won't eat. I am trying to send a fax via my new fax machine, I hate electronic gadgets with a million buttons and no idea what they all do! Anyhow, I'm thinking, how hard could this be? Five minutes and I'll be done...NOPE...LOL! Caleb won't eat and the other little girl I watch is through at this point. Caleb needs a diaper, the baby needs a diaper and I'm thinking five more minutes...just five more minutes. A minute later...just one mind you, and I'm thinking, Caleb is REALLY REALLY quiet. I go into my living room to find him standing over my couch, the babies powdered formula(BIG CAN), in a heap at his feet and a mound or so on the couch and the empty container beside him. My turn..."AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"....to the left of him is also a bowl(had a lid at one point), that contained cornstarch at one time.

Now I'm distressed, I pull his pants off, dust him off as best I can and stick him in his bed so I don't have a mind to beat him with a noodle or something. I vaccum up the floor and the couch, not forgetting his pants, and think, ok, I'll just leave him for a few minutes where he's safe and I know I won't have a mess to clean up. I finish my fax, get the baby cleaned up and down and then change her. Next I go to get him and find to my horror that he has removed his diaper, which is not clean I might add and so lo and behold...a mess to clean up. Now the thought of needing calgon has come and gone at this point and I'm in need of a beer. I get everyone, including him cleaned, changed and ready to go get the rest of the crew. I realise then that my oldest has rehearsal, which means loading everyone back up an hour after we get home and heading back out...ggggrrrrrrrrrrr. I go to her school first and pick up her friend that I watch, then head straight over to my son's school to pick him up(waiting 30 + minutes).

You'd think that was it right? Nopers, next we tear the house apart because the DS is gone, to which Travis insists he's not had it since last night. We find it, and then it's dinner time, the kids won't eat, unless told to get ready for bed. The dog get's sick in the floor, and Caleb has fallen off the couch, knocked a picture off the wall and OMG...it's actually quiet right now! Not for long I'm sure :). I need some Margurita Mix and a really big bottle of Tequila!

Am I Losing It?

Family, I love my family, I love my brother and my sisters. I love my nieces and my nephews. My immediately family...IE my kids and my husband are my world. Does anyone have those family members that seem to live to piss you off? Their sole purpose in life is that it revolve around them and to make yours as miserable as possible, so much that you avoid them at all costs?

I don't get it....they can make HUGE, GINORMOUS, IDIOTIC mistakes or bad choices and I just try to find some silver lining. I show support and encouragement and give the shoulder if needed. Especially now that my mom is gone, it's double what it used to be as far as the toll it takes on me and my world. God forbid, I do something maybe a little out of the norm and possible stupid...hey...it happens :). Do I get support or encouragement? Hell no! I get judged and snapped at and belittled. When I point out the stupid acts that have been done by them in the past and how my reactions differed tremendously in comparison. Well...that's the past now isn't it and it has absolutely nothing to do with the here and now. In other words....they are allowed to screw up and I have to be there for them, but I screw up and it's another story and it doesn't matter one damn bit what excuses or past accounts I bring up, that's almost worse than just admitting defeat and stupidity.

Another issue that tears me up, I don't think anyone with one child can truly comprehend what parenting is like for those of us with two or more. Not to say that it makes someone any less of a parent, but well...lets face it...having more than one is a whole other world. My sister seems to think that my daughter can still spend the night and that it should be OK if my middle son stay home. He is five now, he notices these things....this is his AUNT..for Pete's sake and his cousin...who is a boy I might add. When he was a baby, we could get around it, now...not so easy. My rule is...if one is to go, then both have to go. NO EXCEPTIONS! My kids are not going to be picked and chosen at my families discretion. My sister was angry about this and has voiced it in the past, but I am not going to budge. She asked me this last time...."can't you just tell him his sister needs to get away sometimes?", I asked her if she wanted to explain that to him. No response. Then a bit later she says..."doesn't he go and spend the night at his Nana's(my MIL), by himself?", I told her yes, but that was because Katlyn never wants to go to church and that is what he does with his Nana. Then she says..."doesn't she go to her friends houses alone?", and I said yeah, but YOU are his and her AUNT...not a FRIEND...and HE(my nephew) is their COUSIN...not the same thing as a friend!!!! Am I missing something, or is she just not understanding? Am I speaking another language??

It is odd to me anyway how my sisters son, who is eight, would rather play with my 11 yr old daughter than my five yr old son. That said, he is an only child, he is totally into anything to do with computer games, or handheld games or PS2 and such. He is in no way an "outdoorsy" kind of boy, or a "cowboys and Indian's" kinda kid. My boys...well...they are very much the opposite, very much into cars and trucks and getting muddy and playing outside as much as possible. Maybe he's a little intimidated. I don't know if this is from being an only child, or if it is just is in his genes. I love him dearly...although it's kind of heartbreaking that he and I are not all that close...will probably never be close. He is his mamma's boy...and he was close to my mom, but never really to me, except when he was little. My kids are not perfect mind you, far from it. All I know is.....I love my kids and I will do everything in my power to keep them safe and happy and try my damnedest to make sure they all know they are loved as much as the other, no more, no less.

Anyhow, enough of a rant I suppose...just felt like letting off a little steam. Be back later to blow that whistle again I'm sure!