My hubster's birthday was this week. Boy oh boy does he milk that for all that it's worth. His birthday was actually on Monday, but he seems to think that his birthday is like Hanukkah and we should celebrate it for several days. So all weekend we celebrated.
Friday night we had a birthday dinner for him at his mom's. His mom got him his favorite dessert, French Silk pie. God forbid he would ever get neglected of his pie, especially for his birthday dinner. Dinner was good as always over there though. Thank goodness I'm apparently one of those very rare wives that actually gets along just fine with their *MIL. So needless to say we had a lovely evening over there just chatting and spending time with his family. *Mother in-law
Saturday night we had a "birthday date night". He's a huge seafood fan so we went to a restaurant called Bonefish Grill. We've been there a few times now and they never seem to disappoint. Their Bang Bang Shrimp and Sea Bass are to die for! Bonefish is hands down the best seafood restaurant in the KC/MO metro area. So anyway, on the way there Devin and I were chatting and then he seemed to not really be in the conversation anymore. He seemed to be thinking about something else. I thought that maybe he was thinking about what he was going to order at Bonefish or maybe about his fantasy football league, or sex, or whatever it is that men think about when they get into their random 'uh huh' responses to their wives. Even though what we (us wives) have to say is WAY more important than anything they are distracted by in their testosterone filled minds.
Then he whined, "Ugh, I held in a fart because we are on a date and now my stomach hurts."
Nice. He might as well of just farted. I laughed and sarcastically said "Ya, but it's your birthday date, so you can fart if you want to". Then I thought to myself the rest of that song... 'fart if you want to, fart if you want to, you would fart too if it happened to you, doot-doot-doot-doot doot'.
After dinner we went to my sister's for a Halloween party. We weren't dressed in a costume like everyone else, but it was still a good time. Apparently I had too good of a time... I had a little too much to drink so I was hungover all day on Sunday. Whoops! It's just that we hardly ever get to "go out" without the kids anymore. It had been months... so I tend to go a little overboard and party a little more than I should whenever we score a chance to go out. I felt really bad, but thankfully I have a very understanding and forgiving husband.
Sunday night he had a little birthday party with his friends and oldest sister at our house. His buddies and sister don't have to work on Mondays and Devin took it off (of course he did!). So it worked out just fine for them to stay up until 6am and party like they are still 21. (I didn't drink at all that night... hmm, I wonder why Miss Drunky Drunkerson?!) They stayed up playing cards, farkle, and drinking games. I wonder how many more birthday's he has before he's we are "too old" to party like that.
Monday (Devin's actual birthday) night after the kids went to bed we watched My Bloody Valentine in 3D. We couldn't figure out who the killer was until the end, so it was a pretty good movie. Plus, we looked super cool watching it in our 3D glasses!
Devin REALLY wanted to participate in this pic, can you tell?
Tuesday night comes along and he's still trying to milk it. He was wanting some extra lovin'. He was all "Come on Shan, it's pretty much still my birthday". HA! Sorry babe, that ship has sailed. (Sorry to my family for the *TMI, just tryin to keep it real!) *Too much information
I was only 8 years old, and my life as I knew it got flipped upside down.
I will never forget my mom's words that night. She woke me up sobbing and said "Uncle Todd went to heaven". My 8 year old brain was trying to understand what exactly that meant. I knew what heaven was, but you only go to heaven when you die. So what did that mean? My uncle Todd who was basically a brother to me is dead? Why? How? Am I never going to get to see him again? I'm. Never. Going. To. See. Him. Again?! It didn't really make any sense to me. But it was real, whether I understood it or not. I could tell by the sadness and devastation in my mom's eyes that it was very real. I don't think I've ever seen her cry like that and feel so much pain before. Still not really understanding what exactly was going on, I hugged my mom and started to cry too. That's the end of my memory of how I found out the horrific news that my uncle had died. I have no idea how accurate that memory is because I was so young when it happened. I don't know if my mind has changed any of it over the years. Kind of like the game telephone. When you tell a story to someone, then after the story gets told to several people down the line the story changes.
My mom's siblings were very much like my own siblings to me. Except for one really, only because they lived in Florida. Living in the same house as my uncles, Todd and Kurt, definitely enabled me to be closer with them. I grew up with them torturing and playing with me all the time, just like any older brothers would do. Boy you have no idea how much I loved it though. I absolutely adored the attention and admired them both very much. Their love meant/means the world to me.
It hurts pretty bad that Todd never had the chance to meet Devin and our kids. Or even his nephew and nieces for that matter. It also hurts that he was only 21 when he died. He still had a long life ahead of him. I'm bummed that he didn't give himself a chance to start a family of his own. He was so good to me, I bet he would've made an excellent father and husband. It's so unreal to me that 18 years has already gone by since he passed. To this day I still think about him a lot. October has always been a tougher month to get through, just because I relive that moment when I found out again. Then I always think about why he did it. How could he of done it. I wonder if he thought about us, his family, before he did it. If he knew how badly it would hurt and effect all of us. Then I think about how young I was when it happened. It took me a lot longer to process that he was really truly gone forever. It had to of been harder for the rest of my family to take that news and swallow it. In fact, I bet some of them are still choking on it. If he only knew how much he was/is loved and adored by his family, and friends. Oh how I wish someone would've been there with him to tell him that. Now we don't have another chance to tell him.
Another thing I think about a lot is if he can see us. If he can see us all hurting but still managing to try and go on with life. If he can hear us recalling all of our precious memories that we have with him that we hold so dear to our hearts. If he can hear us yelling at him out loud when we are having a bad day coping with his death.
What I do know is that I love my family very much. I don't think any of us would be able to live through losing someone like that again. I'm very thankful for every moment I get to spend with my family.
Todd was truly loved and adored when he was here. He still is, as he's in our hearts forever.
Deagen has had a mouth on him lately. If I tell him "No" for any reason, he storms back to his room. Then he will stand in the doorway and holler at me to "Go Away, Leave Me Alone!". Then he slams his door. At which point he gets in trouble and has to stay in his room for a time out... which just isn't phasing the kid anymore. Such a "cute" age, isn't it?
A summary of our weekend... Friday was Day 11 of being homebound and Day 5 of everyone in our house being fever free. Our kiddos got hit pretty hard with this nasty cold/flu/H1N1 (whatever you wanna call it) last Wednesday. They did have all the symptoms of H1N1 though. My MIL, who is the manager of the maternity center at St. Luke's East, has had many conversations with the pediatricians about it. They told her that they have been seeing around 20 sick kids a day with H1N1 symptoms and they are just treating them all as if that is indeed what they have. My kids never got officially diagnosed with H1N1 because I never took them to the Doctor. Why? Because when I take them to the Doctor when they are sick all they do is say "Yep, they are sick alright". Well DUH! $60 later I come out of the Doctors office only with confirmation that they are indeed sick and no magical medicine to make my babies feel all better. So we stuck it out this time. I kept them hydrated and made sure they got plenty of rest. I was on the lookout for an ear infection though. At first sign of one I was ready to take them in. Luckily they steered clear of one. So Friday was pretty uneventful besides being lazy and cleaning up after Deagen's pee "accidents" (that's a whole post all on it's own) and keeping up with Dailyn crawling everywhere and getting into the cat food.
Saturday (Day 12) was pretty stressful for me, I about lost it. Devin had to work until 5, so I had planned on doing some cleaning and finally getting out of the house, but only to the stupid grocery store. Still, it was appealing to me because I'd be out of the house. So I cleaned everything that I wanted to get cleaned, and more. After everything was done on my list, cleaning up Deagen's messes, taking care of Dailyn's needs, taking a shower and getting myself cleaned up it was already about 5 o'clock. By that time I was so tired and in such a bad mood, I said screw it. I cracked open a beer and sat my ass on the couch and relaxed. The store will have to wait until tomorrow...
Sunday (Day 13) I slept in until 10:30. Boy was that nice! I had some coffee and took a shower at my own leisure. Then Devin's brother Dustin, and his girlfriend Cameron, and sister Danielle came over. All we did all day was watch football and relax. Danielle had talked to their other sister Katelyn on the phone and she had mentioned that she bought some Halloween Oreo cookies. Oh man, that was a mistake. As the day went on we kept craving those Oreo's more and more. Finally at about 7 Danielle caved and went up to Price Chopper and bought some cookies. HA She came back with Oreo's, Halloween sugar cookies, and some cookies that I've never had before, Fudge Stripes. Oh. My. Gawd. were they good. After my first bite I said "MMM, these taste like Christmas!". So, I munched on some cookies while watching one of my favorite shows, Desperate Housewives.
Which brings us to today, Monday, Day 14 of being homebound. I've taken a shower and I'm currently waiting for Dailyn to wake up so we can go to the store. I promise we will actually make it out today!
UPDATE: I really should have just stayed home. I get the kids in the car ready to go and I can't find my keys... anywhere. I call Dev to see if he's seen them. He said No, but his keys are in the kitchen. So I find his keys and head to Price Chopper. The kids were okay... they could've been better. Since I was trying to rush through and was distracted by my rug rats, I managed to forget things and had to go back through aisles a few times to get something I forgot. An hour and $205 later I got back home... only to find that I'm missing some things. Looks like the dumb dumb who loaded up my car overlooked one of my bags... DANG IT! P.S. Why the hell are groceries so darn expensive? I don't think it's ever possible for us to spend less than $200 at PC. UGH!
We are having issues getting a "normal" bedtime set around here. Our kids will not go to sleep until 11-12 every night. I've tried not letting them take a nap, but all that does is make them be crankers and they will still end up going to bed really late. I've tried the whole bedtime routine. At 9 every night we would brush teeth, read a book and lay down with Deag until he falls asleep. Well we would just end up laying there with him for 2 hours! I've tried to have him just lay there on his own and he would cry and just end up being up until 11-12. So we gave up, we just let him stay up. Dailyn will sometimes fall asleep at around 9:30, but she always wakes back up. She's never down for the night until 11-12 too. Then they will get up between 8 and 9, which I can't complain about, at least they don't get up at 7. Why don't our kids ever sleep though??? You'd think I give them red bull during the day!
Well hello hello blog world. I thought it was about time for me to not just be an avid blog reader, but to start one of my own. So what will my blog be all about? Well, it will mostly be about my two precious children.
Dailyn, my almost 7 month old daughter, who is hitting all sorts of milestones these days and melts us all with her precious smile and adorable laugh.
Deagen, my almost 3 yr old son, who continues to blow me away with his charm and ever so clever remarks that come out of his mouth everyday.
I'm sure I will also talk about my charming husband Devin. Who is the best husband I could ask for. He's a fun, loving father who cherishes his children. He has an amazing wit that keeps me on my toes. Everyone knows him as the smartass die hard Miami Hurricanes fan.
You might be thinking... "Hmm, they sure do have a lot of D names in their family". Well our kids make the 4th generation of only "D" names on Devin's father's side of the family. We thought it'd be neat to continue the tradition.
Last but not least, you'll get to know me a little bit! I'm a stay at home mom that is about to lose my mind adores my babes and feels blessed to have the opportunity to be at home with my children everyday. I'm pretty laid back and I like to find humor in whatever life throws at me.
I look forward to hearing from any readers out there, so please comment! Ya'll come back now, y'hear?!
I am happily married to my best friend. We've been married for 8 years and have been blessed with 2 precious children. I am a stay at home mom that's loving every second of it. I'm a P90X, INSANITY, TurboFire, Brazil Butt Lift, and Asylum Grad! I am extremely sensitive, a wine-o, TV junkie, Reese's PBC lover, and terrified of spiders. Most of all, I love my family more than anything.
Devin is my amazing husband and father of our children. He's very supportive of me and helpful around the house. He works in heating/cooling and appliances. He has a huge heart and would do anything for his family. He likes watching/going to football games, Sports Center, and playing sports video games. He's a HUGE Miami Hurricanes fan. Go Canes!
Deagen is our charming 5 yr old son. He loves playing with action figures and games on the Wii. He enjoys playing soccer, baseball and wrestling with his daddy. Most of all, he absolutely adores his baby sister.
Dailyn is our 3 yr old beautiful daughter. She loves to get brother into trouble. She's a little piggy that likes to eat 24/7. She's a Daddy's girl, but loves her Momma too. She absolutely adores and admires her big brother.