Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
The Other Day.
On another note, yesterday was our Palm Sunday service at church. It was held at our bigger sister church and it was really nice to get together with another large group of people who all love the Lord. The worship time was great and so was the speaker. Dwight and I walked away from church feeling renewed and satisfied once again. I must say having 3 young kids can pose some challenges on Sunday mornings, but every time I feel like not going, because of being too tired, or not wanting to get everyone ready, I think about my children's spiritual well being and that's all it takes to get me out the door. My mom always made a point of getting us to church every Sunday and put us in Sunday school...I learned so much from those years, and I can't take that away from my kids. They came home yesterday telling us all about Jesus riding on a donkey on Palm Sunday, and lifting the palm branches in praise, shouting 'HOSANNA!!!'
...it was music to my ears, nothing makes me happier than to hear my little ones speak about Jesus.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Her.
Here she is with Fat Cat, he decided she needed another bath, so after a good sniff, he went ahead and licked her...sometimes I think he thinks he's a she. (got that?? lol)
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Twin lovies..
Thursday, January 31, 2008
hello munchkin.
The jaundice is slowly but surely leaving her ... but it seems to dwell in her eye whites. For a while there, they were a flourescent yellow...a little frightening. She's up to 8 lbs 9 ounces now and her cheeks are really starting to fill out.
What a good little baby, I cannot sing her praises enough :)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
*blush*
There I was sitting in my well used recliner ... (well used since pregnancy and breast feeding) I was watching Ellen...a feat in and of itself, as the girl child was playing by her lonesome, and the boy child was outside helping his daddy-o with some farming chores.
Ellen happened to have a young guest who was a champion guitar hero player ( for those who don't know, Guitar Hero is a Nintendo game that has become a VERY popular pastime for some people....we don't have any video games as of yet in this household, and I'm gonna try to keep it that way for as loooong as possible...anywho) This boy was playing incredibly fast and my eyes were wide with amazement.
I had been having a slow day, hadn't yet got dressed, and was still sporting my fuzzy blue housecoat and pink slippers. Oh and a nursing bra...of course.
So there I sat wide eyed and with my incredible multi-tasking abilities I was preparing to feed Eden. I checked my wrist for my 'feeding bracelet' (a reminder as to which breast she fed from last....I have no ability to recall such information...my brain is fried from 3 pregnancies..) I whipped open the clasp on my bra and let 'er all hang out...you know, cause it's my house...and I was multi-tasking. No need to hid her under a bushel..no, I'm gonna let 'er shine.
Anyway, I wasn't absolutely positive that I had switched the bracelet to the proper wrist...so I went ahead and groped myself...to feel for fullness....(again, home alone...no need to be careful..)
Here's where it gets good. The music from the tv got louder, the boy was playing a heavy metal type song .. dee del lee del leeeeeeeee...waaaaaaa..... it was wailing and screaming out the speakers and there I was with my hands full (ahem) so I didn't bother turning it down.
Gabriel came waltzing into the living room and I said 'oh hi bud...where's your dad?'
A voice very different from The Hubs piped up a foot behind me, and said 'Oh no, it's just me Leanne, .....WHOOOO, So sorry, so sorry, so sorry... oh ..ummm... uhhh''
It's was Dwight's uncle... his truck driving, macho, gruffy, old(er) uncle. And he'd seen. It. All.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a real prude when it comes to feeding, but I do like to cover up when other men are around...any other men..... And here was a man who'd try his darndest to never witness such an event as a momma nursing her babe, and he'd gotten an eye full...darn near got his eye poked out really...(my girls have grown, to say the least...ahem.)
Just picture what the poor guy saw. A tired momma, sitting in her la-z-boy, with her old housecoat flung open, exposing not only her legs, but her tired boobs... Her hands feeling and groping her girls, while the heavy metal music blasted from the tv set. My eye makeup had not been removed from the previous day and my raccoon eyes and matted hair were dy-no-mite.
What a sight to behold.
Then came the uncomfortable conversation after the viewing.... I kinda wished he'd just ran for the door screaming. But, no. He had to try to make it better by attempting a regular conversation. It was ... delightful. ack.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
BIRTH-day!!!
The last week has brought some good and bad days and in the end we have a BIRTHday now scheduled.
Starting last week I began getting VERY puffy (hands, feet, and face) and when I saw the Dr. my BP was steadily rising. My readings were 140's / 90's ... and in this pregnancy so far I've been in the 120's/ 70's. So that signalled a red flag to my Dr, and I was sent to the hospital for a Non-Stress Test. (can I just say those are quite possibly thee most boring tests known to woman?) Anyway, everything came back good except the BP, so they had me come back again on Wednesday, and again yesterday.
Wenesday readings were 150's / 100's (151/107.. and higher) so they decided to put me on BP meds to try to bring it down... These little pills really knocked me for a loop, and I was down and out within an hour of taking them. They are similar to percoset, or valium to anyone familiar with what those drugs feel like. I was OUT! Thankfully my mom was here, as Dwight was away in TO at a meeting for 3 days!! I was totally thinking he was going to miss the birth...
Back to the hospital on Friday and my BP reading were still in the 140's / 90's so the Dr's weren't happy with that AND protein is now spilling in my urine. They threatened to take the baby out then and there, but allowed me a day's grace and the induction is scheduled for tomorrow!!!! Yup, Sunday January the 13th.
I am sooo nervous and excited, but thought of labour has got my palms all sweaty and butterflies in my stomach. I'm praying it's quick and the the epidural takes well! Please pray for me!!!!!
I'll be posting again with a good story and some beautiful pics sometime in the very near future!!
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Already... the desire for sun...
Gabriel popping a red nugget of squishy, tomatoey goodness in his mouth, straight from the garden.
Big, leafy hostas....freshly chipped.
The girls, on pasture. A beautiful time of year.
The lake at Pinehurst....what glorious summer days those were, spent with the kids and the ladies ... picnic tables, egg salad sandwiches, and sun tan lotion.... bliss.
The seasons of a swing set..
Monday, December 31, 2007
Holidays and homecomings...
The happy family!
Ava and her Great Oma

The proud Grandparents!
And of course I look like a dork, as the hubs was trying to make me laugh like a hyena. niiice.
Oh, and if you've ever wondered what cankles look like....here's your chance...
You'll notice how the toes have a very typical appearance to them then suddenly...BLAMO, there's the cankle. I've now been made to wear my big ole' barn clogs... in a beautiful shade of baby blue, you can just imagine how that looks with my sassy black pregnancy dress pants. I've entered fashion critical, and it's a slippery slope to me soon appearing in a moo moo and flip flops.
Sheer elegance.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
munch, munch, ... Oh! Hello!
If we've met before, you'll no longer recognize me. Or perhaps I should pluralize that to ...Me's. I have juuuust about doubled in size. Oh yes, that's legs and all. It's something to behold. 'Cept there ain't a soul that could be-hold me if need be. I'd crush 'em, with my mighty fine cankles (calf-ankles, they've melded into one and are no longer distinguishable as seperate body parts) and my h-arms (I just made that one up, clever huh? .. my wrists are no longer visible either.)
It's sad really. The puffing, water-retention, braxton hicks, pelvic pains, and tight shoes are beginning to wear on me. And let's not even get started on the waddling. Oh Gracious, this baby's head is so low, I feel as though I'm walking with a bowling ball between my thighs most of the time. It's very feminine to say the least.
I haven't much to say these days ... 'cause you know, hanging around in my recliner watching 'Oprah', hasn't led me to any real life sharing moments....except that I wished I lived in Macon yesterday....Dang she had some nice 'Favourite Things' huh?
Everyone here is doing well, we've survived several Christmas parties already, and have several left to go. I've yet to complete the nitty gritty of the shopping...I still need to get fillers for the stockings, and wrap all the glitzy gear ... but other than that, I'm ready. Which I guess isn't really ready at all huh? huh.
Hope (if you're still clicking on me) you're enjoying some serious Holiday fun, and that you're in a blogging blitz of happiness. I'm still reading you all, even if I don't comment (for fear that I may actually have to use my fingers to type, rather than feed my gaping mouth...)
PS- (I can't wait to show y'all a picture that is yet to be taken of a sweet little calf that was born not too long ago....shoot, he just makes my heart all dizzy....seriously resembles a teddy bear...and I'll walk through snow and ice just to get to that calf barn to take a picture)
Monday, December 10, 2007
Peace Prayer
Still alive. Still Pregnant. My due date cannot come soon enough.
I've some wonderful things to post about, just not right now .... Instead I thought I'd give you a little prayer that makes sense this time of year.
Here 'tis:
Prayer for Peace
by Joni Anderson
Peace begins with me.
I'll find the stillness within the quiet of my mind.
There You'll be waiting patiently,to help me on my way.
I'll be peaceful, and go out in the world, smiling from my soul.
I'll greet someone's eyes as we hug soul to soul.
This greeting will continue with everyone I meet.
Soul hugs from one to another, soon fill my street.
Then a multitude of hugs overflow my state.
So it is with countries, hugs from soul to soul—bring out the peace in everyone, and peace throughout the world.
Thank you God, for loving me, in the quiet of my mind, filling me with peace.
Remind me to live Your peace every moment of my day.
Amen.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Woe to the fat lady...
These days I don't much feel like blogging as I know it'll just be a vent to my heightened pregnancy emotions, my fat pregnancy woes, and my super pregnancy cravings. You know, the boooooring stuff. So, instead, I sit read your blogs and feel much better about not having turned you all off with my ranting.
I look at my fingers as I type and I think of the Simpsons episode where Homer realizes he needs to type with the end of a pencil as his fingers are too thick... and when using them he types several letters at one time. asdf jkl;. doh. Honestly I don't really watch the Simpsons, but I gotta tell ya as of late, the big pot-bellied, donut eating, mind numbing cartoon man and I have waaaay too much in common.
I'm at 30 weeks and some moments I'm telling myself I better start enjoying this as it's probably our last, and other moments I'm secretly wishing for pre-term labour.
The waddling has begun, the pelvis has thrown itself open and my hips are snap-crackle-popping. It's quite amusing for others I'm sure...watching the fatty try to put her socks on. The groans alone are worth seeing the scaring image.
Anyway, I'm off to plunk down in the recliner and try to catch the tail end of Oprah...(gotta keep my goals high afterall...)
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Wee Ghosties..
Here he is, working on his patient. Dr. Gabe has diagnosed her with having a heartbeat. Thank goodness.
Here he looks as though he's the one needing the Doctor. Poor Gabriel had a cough and far be it for me to tell him he couldn't go....I wasn't gonna ruin the event he'd been building up for days. So instead I just had to put up with the hacking, my grimacing at every cough...just waiting for the tell tale gags. He lasted until we left the last house, and then it was all over. his costume I mean. Dinner that is. you get my drift.
All in all it was a fun evening!

