Working for the man. Hospital trip. Fires. And a wreck.

Our weekend started off rather boring and mundane, but it's ended with a bang, or should I say a crash? Seriously the last 12 hours have been crazy. Let me start with Friday though. 

Paul called me, and asked if I would come work for him. Of course, my question is  "how much will I make an  hour?" He didn't offer much, but I was feeling loving and generous, so I went ahead and became his employee for the day. :) 

Lookie here at what he had me doing. Highlighting hundreds of pages. Can anyone spell boring??

 So, while my boss was walking around, being all bossy and boss like....

 I took the opportunity to some might say, um, goof off. Belting out some tunes from the radio.....

 And taking MANY spins in his spinny chair. Weeeeeeeee.

 Then I heard Mr. Bossy pants coming back, so back to work. :)

 Oh, and I'm not sure, but I think I may have been sexually harassed.

 I don't think I'll be returning to work for him anytime soon. ;)

Onto Saturday. Our big plans for Saturday were to get our family pictures taken. Man, is it just me, or is family picture day stressful? Obsessing about how everyone looks, how the hair is, making sure everyone is in a good mood. Hopefully, the end result is worth it! :)

After pictures we went home, and I started to cook dinner (I know, more excitement than anyone can handle) and Pierce started to complain that his stomach hurt. Honestly, he complains a lot of belly pain. However, he never has a fever, or stops eating or playing, so I dismiss it many times. Last night though, he was acting different with his pain, he really didn't want to eat, and just kept laying around. More stomach virus junk has been going around, so I thought maybe he was going to get the pukes again. I think by around 8:00 or so, he was bent over double and yelling in pain. Needless to say, I got freaked out. As I was about to have a little meltdown, Paul said he needs to go to the E.R.


Pierce was beyond upset, mostly I think out of fear.

 Once he realized they weren't going to "take my skin off, and do surgery" he relaxed and started to enjoy the attention. ;)

 They drew blood, ( he was super brave and didn't cry at all) did x-rays, and checked his urine. And the culprit of all this belly pain? Constipation. His x-rays showed that he has lots of poop backed up in his large intestine. Lovely hugh? I feel really guilty about this. Like maybe I don't feed him well enough and I should have not ignored the recent complaints of stomach pain. Ugh.

I'm really thankful it wasn't something more serious though. Now we are starting the milk of magnesia (gag) and tons of water, and waiting for the big explosion. ;)

While we were still  at the hospital Paul called me, and said that there was a large structure fire, and as soon as we got home he needed to head out. We got home around 9:00, and Paul ran out to go help. Around 2 a.m. my phone rang, and there was ANOTHER structure fire! He didn't get home until almost 6 this morning!! Can anyone say exhausted?

Aren't you all enjoying my novel?

I have to tell you all one more thing though.

When I got up this morning with the kids, I knew I had to go pick up some medicine for Pierce. Paul was here asleep, and I was just going to run to Walgreens, like one block from us. Told the kids I would be right back, and don't wake up daddy unless you HAVE to.

I picked up the medicine and was on my way back sitting at a stop light. I look up at this large SUV seems to be backing up? Yes, in fact the SUV was backing up, and he was not going to stop. Well, not until he BACKED RIGHT INTO ME that is. I just sat there in shock. Did I really just get hit? Oh yes I did. So, I did what any grown woman with two children would do. I called my dad.  (I know, sad a 36 year old still calls here daddy, don't judge he's an insurance agent) then I called 911 and waited for the po po to show up. Police did all his police man stuff and I finally headed back home. I got home an hour later, and thought maybe I would walk back into Armageddon. Seriously, the kids didn't even notice I was gone a long time.

Oh, and did I mention that all of this happened while I was in my pajamas? Oh yeah. And bed head, no makeup, and morning breath. Good times people. Good times.

Kids Camera.

I decided when I got my new camera, that I would give the kids our old one. I just downloaded all the pics today, and thought I'd blog some of them. MOSTLY because I'm trying out the newer blogger interface, and just trying to figure out how to use it. Anyone that knows me, knows how inept I am at such computer things. So, if this post comes out looking all jacked up, you understand why. :)

I seem to be their favorite subject....

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Look, this is when I had a tan!  

 Paul was also subject to the paparazzi.

 Mainly though, the pictures are very random things. Kinda cute to see what they see :)

Festivities out the wazoo!!

Is it the Queen of England that celebrates her birthday for a week? Or maybe it's just one of those Kardashians? Well, we can add my children to that list too. Seems whenever we celebrate Pierce or Hope, it goes on and on!! Enjoy it while it lasts kids!!

How fun is it to get special mail? I love it when I get an unexpected package!! Pierce was super pumped on Thursday when he got a package from Meemaw and Grandpa.

Just check on the expressions in the next few pics....


He was VERY happy to get some more Star Wars dudes for his collection, some motorcycle guys, and a light for his head! Thanks Meemaw and Grandpa!!!
Thursday I was in preparation for the King and Queen's arrival, i.e., my parents. The Lysol must have gone to my brain, because I decided I would make a cake. From scratch. I found a recipe on the dern pinterest, and feeling all domestic I went for it. The recipe was for chocolate coke-cola cake. Yum!
I took my cue from Alicia, and knew I had to photograph myself baking. I'm so used to cheesing, I forgot I needed to look overworked and distraught. (I also must have been so caught up in my domestic goodness that I neglected to shut the freezer door)
This is better.
Tip from me when baking a cake. Don't spill part of it on the floor.

Another tip. Do lick LOTS of the batter. Here it is!! My cake from scratch. Guess what? It was a flop. I GIVE UP.
I still served it to the birthday boy, and then he told me "I don't like this mom." So, instead he ate more sugar cookies from the store.
With my parents actually here on Pierce's birthday we decided to head to the Nashville Zoo. We made a pit stop on the way down to one of Pierce's favorite places!!
It was a PERFECT day for the zoo. I don't ever remember being at the zoo when it wasn't 846 degrees, so this was a very nice change.
Pierce offered to take one of us, I had no idea Hope was bombing the pic. Silly girl!
We spent so much time playing on the playground, that we hardly had time to see the animals!

Cuteness!
Hope is all about goofing off for picture time lately. ;) Sooooo, I have to point out this chick standing right behind us, see the leopard shirt woman? I'm just going to go with my gut that she is not one of my 10 readers. Anyways, see how she's holding her phone up at her face? She had it on some type of mirror, and she stared at herself the.entire.time. It was quite amusing for me. :)
Had to include a picture of my dad holding Pierce. I'm not sure how much longer we will be able to pick up our big boy! :(
My parents had never been with us to the zoo, and it was a really great day.
We also took my parents to see Paul's fire department. Not that he owns it, but you know what I mean. :)
Has anyone wondered where Paul has been? Or are you thinking what an awful wife I am to not include him in any of the pictures?

Believe it or not, there are some things I wont blog about, I actually do have limits. But I was given complete 100% permission to document this.
On Friday, Paul had 9 teeth pulled. I am not even kidding you guys! He had 9!!!! teeth pulled. Guess what happens when you spend many of years of your life seriously ill, and on crazy drugs? Your teeth go bad, and you have no choice but to get them pulled. Now, you know we've worn out the Kentucky jokes about this, but it really stinks! He WILL be getting them replaced (shew ;)) and he has done remarkably well considering, just really swollen. I guess when you've been to hell with your health, a little teeth pulling aint nothin'. :)

As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

It's official Pierce, you are now 7 years old. All those days of counting have now come and gone, and it's time to start another year with you. When I think about how quickly the first 7 have gone, I get really nervous. Will the next 7 years go as fast? Will I turn around and you are 14?

You see, I used to be a little girl, and growing up I always had one consistent dream. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was always the same. I wanted to be a mommy.
And my dream came true on October 22, 2004 at 5:10 a.m., I was officially a mommy.
Boy was I in for a shock when motherhood didn't turn out to be a Folgers commercial.

In fact I was in for the shock of my life. Becoming a mom, was the HARDEST thing I had ever done. It was like a crash course in getting the selfishness kicked right out of me.
But I also wasn't prepared for just how in love I would fall.
All parents get the idea that they will love their child.
However the idea, and actually experiencing it first hand? Well, I can't really explain it. It's all kinds of emotions and feelings wrapped up in this little bundle of a person.
And Pierce, you had better praise that sweet baby Jesus for your daddy.
While I may have majored in mommy, I minored in neurotic.
And becoming a parent, does not help a neurotic soul.
So, if it wasn't for your daddy, I might have you living with me on an island, in a bubble. :)
While you look just like your daddy, you do have my sensitivity. You are also a fierce perfectionist, and a very hard worker.
I've watched you change so much the past year.
And I'm not gonna lie, it's been hard.
Your independence is very noticeable now, and I'm slowly having to let go.
God has great plans for you Pierce Matthew, and I am proud he chose me to be your momma. When you look back and read these words one day, I hope you hear my heart. I might fail you many times, but know my love for you is as deep as the ocean.
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.