tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19788925107807621412024-03-12T18:28:43.093-05:00mommys worldGeorganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-75281227505589317762009-11-18T19:06:00.002-06:002009-11-18T19:17:57.292-06:00Introducing AvaLast weekend my mom, James and myself set out to meet the newest member of our family, Ava. It is about a 5 hour drive but with a 3 year old it took us about 6 1/2 hours which was ok with me because I definitely did not mind the stretch breaks. Tim and Michelle took us to some places around where they live. We saw the JFK museum which was pretty cool, we also went the The Gaylord hotel , that, to say the least was very very nice. We also went to watch Adam in a basketball scrimmage and took James to a really nice park. The best part of it all was spending time with my family. It is always good to see my brother, his wife and the kids. Adam is getting ready to finish high school and go off to college. Missy is growing into a beautiful young lady and Ava well she is a sweet pea. Still so little,tiny. She is a blessing that was unexpected but very welcomed. The time went by too fast and I cant wait to go back. Thank you mom for letting James and I tag along and thank you Tim, Michelle and kids for letting us invade your space for a few days. =0) <br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107895301084&site=widget-dc.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107895301084&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/p1/3530822107895301084/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107895301084&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/p2/3530822107895301084/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107895301084&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-dc.slide.com/p4/3530822107895301084/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-73800443637275479532009-10-28T21:35:00.002-05:002009-10-28T21:38:18.385-05:00Pumpkin PatchJoe and I took James to the pumpkin patch. We had never been there before so we were not sure what to expect. It was really cute, very family oriented, which I loved. There were quite a bit of pumpkins and plenty of places to take some really cute pictures...so here they are.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-22.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107893230114&site=widget-22.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107893230114&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p1/3530822107893230114/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107893230114&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p2/3530822107893230114/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107893230114&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-22.slide.com/p4/3530822107893230114/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-72892103376498719782009-10-24T22:49:00.003-05:002009-10-24T23:11:49.947-05:00Costume Party part 2This past Friday Joe and I were invited to attend a costume party for the grown ups. I had been undecided what to be for the whole week before and finally decided to be a doll but ended up looking more like a toddler...lol. Joe and other hand knew from the beginning what he was gonna be...Jason from those scary movies. We could not be any more different. I wanted to go as a matching couple but I dont think he wanted to dress up as a doll. It was a really cool party, everyone that attended had to be dressed in a costume or you were not going to be let in. We had great time. Next year, we are definitely going to think ahead of time and plan our costumes out. <br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-50.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3170534137703129424&site=widget-50.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137703129424&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p1/3170534137703129424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137703129424&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p2/3170534137703129424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3170534137703129424&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-50.slide.com/p4/3170534137703129424/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-90618292960459346812009-10-17T15:28:00.002-05:002009-10-17T16:07:44.397-05:00Kiddie Costume partyThis past Friday James was invited to a kids costume party. He was so excited because he was going to see Dallas. Dallas is a very pretty 10 year old little girl. She is the daughter of Jennifer. We have been friends for 16 years. I think this just might be James' first crush....Anyway, he had so much fun. There was games and food, dancing and movies, music and prizes. What I really enjoyed about this party was it was very kid friendly. Nothing scary. So I have been inspired. Next year I will be having a Halloween/Costume party for the kiddos...
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<br />><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-35815291145705423522009-10-07T21:49:00.006-05:002009-10-07T22:04:10.267-05:00Toy Story adventureJoe and I took James to see the re-release of Toy Story and Toy Story 2 this past weekend at the movies. We were kind of nervous about taking him because he had been sick with a fever and had also just got his flu shot so he really wasn't 100% healthy. He also had only been to a movie theater one other time and it didn't go to well. Joe and I had been preparing him for a week so that he knew he had to be on his best behavior (yeah right)lol. So we get there and people are already waiting. We went to the first showing since it was a double feature, we figured the earlier we are there the better. Lucky by the time they opened the doors we were the first ones to buy our tickets. We got our popcorn and drinks and went to take our seats. James was so behaved, I was so proud of my little man. He even told me when he had to go potty. He fell asleep during the middle of Toy Story 2 but he has seen both of them so many times. The only differences were that they were at the theater and in 3D. He really enjoyed himself. So many people told him he was so cute because he was wearing his Woody costume...what can I say..he is my little masterpiece. <br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107890802677&site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107890802677&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/3530822107890802677/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107890802677&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/3530822107890802677/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107890802677&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p4/3530822107890802677/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-64492307586121290362009-09-22T23:12:00.002-05:002009-09-22T23:33:54.530-05:00Ramon jr's birthday partyThis past Sunday James was invited to his cousin's (Ramon jr) 3rd birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza. James was in grouchy mood at first because I had to wake him from his nap to get him dressed but once he started playing games, he got over it. There were about 6 kids total and even more adults...which usually happens with a kids party. The pizza was abundant as was the the cake and ice cream. The cake was awesome, we even brought some home. James and Joe played the games and rode the rides. After about being there for 2 hours we were all ready to leave. There were so many people and so much noise but over all we had a great time. <br /><div><embed src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107889174478&site=widget-ce.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107889174478&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p1/3530822107889174478/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107889174478&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p2/3530822107889174478/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107889174478&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p4/3530822107889174478/bb_t025_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-79476138173511058502009-09-16T10:33:00.002-05:002009-09-16T10:52:48.145-05:0078 and still counting....This is a little over due...but better late than never.<br />On September 8th was Joe's grandmother's 78th birthday! Joe, James and myself went over to visit and help with her celebration. My mother in law was there, a couple of Joe's aunts, uncles and cousins. We had cake, which was so good by the way, we listened to music and she even had a gentlemen come in and serenade her. James (of course) got the party started by dancing. (wonder where he got that from, mom) She is a strong lady and although she has some health issues, she is loved very much. I consider her my own grandmother since mine have both passed. I am honored to not only be part of her family but to have been in her presence. You look great Abuleita! Feliez Cumples Anos!!!<div><embed src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107888490796&site=widget-2c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107888490796&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p1/3530822107888490796/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107888490796&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p2/3530822107888490796/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107888490796&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/p4/3530822107888490796/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-59345688698105918462009-09-15T09:51:00.002-05:002009-09-15T10:05:47.247-05:00Buddy the Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5m78HJpUjlgNdoslqlib6Vw6ih6iMcfrpxCdgh1DGnOdfbYPNCnmwQYWxW4i0MzJgvuF_klPLGHqTXrINopP_SkpXLCX7CoOCh5fblIsc8XRY0zL9Wcd-CH-EmiXJTxrfDNjdeq79Bs/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5m78HJpUjlgNdoslqlib6Vw6ih6iMcfrpxCdgh1DGnOdfbYPNCnmwQYWxW4i0MzJgvuF_klPLGHqTXrINopP_SkpXLCX7CoOCh5fblIsc8XRY0zL9Wcd-CH-EmiXJTxrfDNjdeq79Bs/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381710554615574354" /></a><br />We have added another member to our family... a dog named Buddy. We got him off of craigslist...he was supposed to be a Labrador.well that is what the ad said and the way the picture was taken, he sure did look like it. So we went to pick him up and when we parked, all we could hear was this very loud bark. I thought this dog was gonna be a meanie. Well when we walked up, this dog was a little chicken! He ran across the other side of the yard and when we tried to get him in the kennel, he was shaking. We finally got him home and he just ran out of the kennel and started peeing on everything. He is a shepard mix and still a puppy. He is really a good dog and starting to bark at people that he sees instead of just running away. James and him seem to get along great but me being the mother hen that I am, I am always on my guard when they are near one another. Buddy is technically Joe's dog so I will have no part in feeding him or picking up his poopy. I like dogs just not big dogs. <br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-41187622749978358542009-09-08T23:36:00.003-05:002009-09-08T23:50:05.395-05:00Not just frogs and snails and puppy dog tails...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGLZH8_O2mUg5Z0A87qLx61UtsVe7VKx2oVZCh6zdhP6OgjcbvuyBuXFfM85h1k2c08z8BTHYfECxFmypbw1aaATdsswcDXUKLUyR-rJfHUkzdl2Z5wZI7BPrvAqsOjb5Ii2GmC1jSCEw/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGLZH8_O2mUg5Z0A87qLx61UtsVe7VKx2oVZCh6zdhP6OgjcbvuyBuXFfM85h1k2c08z8BTHYfECxFmypbw1aaATdsswcDXUKLUyR-rJfHUkzdl2Z5wZI7BPrvAqsOjb5Ii2GmC1jSCEw/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325009256991938" /></a><br />My son is ALL boy. He loves to play outside, loves to look at bugs...not touch them but look. He is rough and tough just like any other boy. he sweats, gets his hands dirty and at 3 years old already has a scar on one of his knees. But he has a sweet side that can melt my heart. This past weekend he was outside helping his dad fix the backyard fence when he walks in with a purple flower that was growing on the other side of the fence. I was in the kitchen and he had it hiding behind his back. He asked me, "mom, do you like pretty flowers". I answered "yes, baby. I love pretty flowers". he pulled out this flower and handed to me. he had the biggest smile on his face. There is nothing in the world at that very moment that could have taken my breath away like he did. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic81ughfIcWTqO4jvMlyT6NM5rj5u9yHWf5dKIiZv-ZFuLTvH8DVQmFl2lizJLH_eHhoSXqePjmtcGmwCNSMPIxsjkdwQQF-HpvotV1o2NJ_Pu09jEk_2Q8fPoZeSYlScRfFlu3zG8Auw/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic81ughfIcWTqO4jvMlyT6NM5rj5u9yHWf5dKIiZv-ZFuLTvH8DVQmFl2lizJLH_eHhoSXqePjmtcGmwCNSMPIxsjkdwQQF-HpvotV1o2NJ_Pu09jEk_2Q8fPoZeSYlScRfFlu3zG8Auw/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325017722959106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-48937402734711725512009-09-02T22:53:00.002-05:002009-09-02T23:04:12.505-05:00Almost 100% settled in...I dont know how we did it...but we did it. Finally after packing, painting, cleaning, moving unpacking, we are almost completely unpacked. I have about 4 more boxes to go and I will be done. I have never been so tired in all my 32 years of life. It is hard for me to get used to all the room we have. We went from a 2 bedroom, 1 and a half bathroom townhome, to a 4 bedroom 2 bathroom home. James is adjusting well. The first few nights he kept telling me that he wanted to go home...that broke my heart. So the day I needed to turn in the keys, I took him to see the townhome one last time. I wanted him to understand that we no longer had any of our belongings there. I showed him his room, took him to his bathroom... all empty. Now he is telling me, mama this is my new house? One of the things that I am really grateful for is that we can literally walk across the street and we are at the park, we also have an elementary school around the corner (not that I am ready for him to go to school yet). I will be posting pics soon of our new place so stay tuned.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-81858372063217429812009-08-26T22:36:00.003-05:002009-08-26T23:04:03.590-05:00A nervous wreck!Well I have to start off first by saying that Miss Rihanna has been reunited with her mom. I was sad to let her go because I have become attached to her but who can come between the bond of a mother and her child? <br />Second...I have an interview tomorrow with JPMorgan Chase. I really and truly wasn't expecting to go back to work this soon and did not expect for them to respond to my application. I am so nervous about leaving my baby. The good thing is I know he will be in good hands with my mother in law but I know I am going to miss him so much. He and I are together all the time. I guess going back to work is good because it will supplement our income but at the same time, I dont know if it is really worth it. The commute is a 30 minute drive one way and I will have traffic to deal with since it is way on the other side of town from where I live. I know what to expect with this job because I was employed with this same company for 5 years before I quit to stay home with James. Uhhhhh! What to do? What to do? My interview is tomorrow so I am going to show up and if I get a job offer with a pay that can lure me in, I might just become a working mom. I know that Joe is really happy about this...but surely he cant expect for me to do ALL the housework if and when I start to work. Hmmm...this will be my excuse to not make breakfast and dinner for him every night. Oh and the shift is from 2pm- 11pm. So that is another thing I have to think about. I will also have to work on Saturdays and I did that for a long time, 10 years, first when I worked for SWB and then with Chase. I dont know what to do...I will leave it in God's hands. <br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-66616721656497047032009-08-24T15:38:00.003-05:002009-08-24T15:55:34.276-05:00Who ever said it is easy...is CRAZY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKoevyHUP0_QESHj3vWnvqbdXHIOkJvAjtZy8RqPSnZnEkOFBZGSYFhdpnzG1izM_wiXthCc0VjxTtyJEXWN2XmYU37mlitKqugP3uTCjUcEK3JsuQ4rG3RPaWuODfK68n1qwkoigtq4/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKoevyHUP0_QESHj3vWnvqbdXHIOkJvAjtZy8RqPSnZnEkOFBZGSYFhdpnzG1izM_wiXthCc0VjxTtyJEXWN2XmYU37mlitKqugP3uTCjUcEK3JsuQ4rG3RPaWuODfK68n1qwkoigtq4/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373636371071656562" /></a><br />Well I have been taking care of my niece Rihanna now for about a week and a half. So with James and Rihanna under the same house it is defiantly a challenge. The easy part is that they keep one another company until they start to fight over a toy. I am usually being a referee and it is hard to make toddlers understand that they need to share. They love each other very much because they dont want to be apart but when they are together it is like Pay-per-View boxing. Rihanna is such a princess, always wanting to wear dresses and carry her baby and purse, while James is all boy. He is rough and tough. They are opposites but the same. Both wanting my undivided attention but also both wanting to be independent. I treat them the exact same not only to prevent one feeling singled out but also because I love them both very much. At this exact moment, James is honking his LOUD horn on his tricycle and Rihanna is singing at the top of her lungs. lol! I enjoy having a little girl in the house now I am not out numbered. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBP6bHehuHox26xSPz7X5yqRAH7lzrxsmck-ZR4GeZTVtRIJegnfiePYEX2iIgxO4wGiy2l5qfVsVbb-tikSG2k0mpN4pof-tCIh_9fX3AhAS554KlCIgH7eiTLP8Kkt0KwR556ZICAg/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBP6bHehuHox26xSPz7X5yqRAH7lzrxsmck-ZR4GeZTVtRIJegnfiePYEX2iIgxO4wGiy2l5qfVsVbb-tikSG2k0mpN4pof-tCIh_9fX3AhAS554KlCIgH7eiTLP8Kkt0KwR556ZICAg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373636369410954610" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-28223728444131033732009-08-18T10:31:00.003-05:002009-08-18T10:46:46.501-05:00Plus one makes four...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Gt_UytKOC8dnwPhb7b6xcA-3jTi2FvFH6MEcXPm8Q7KlcG2U4fEHah3fF9A-uL-WxuoeZegVDMgoCJM_5sX90X8fEBqtcjpCx70-AeUAgk0qZC_yJBftu22qch7NDM-0lW32RZeuVac/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Gt_UytKOC8dnwPhb7b6xcA-3jTi2FvFH6MEcXPm8Q7KlcG2U4fEHah3fF9A-uL-WxuoeZegVDMgoCJM_5sX90X8fEBqtcjpCx70-AeUAgk0qZC_yJBftu22qch7NDM-0lW32RZeuVac/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371327307370331186" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><br /><br />We have loving welcomed Rihanna into our home this past weekend, temporarily becoming her "foster family". She is James' cousin and since her mom is having a difficult time in her life right now, we offered to take care her. I love her as if she were my own. Surprisingly, she has adapted very well. James on the other hand is used to being the only one with all the attention and I think is having a harder time with this change. I will admit that having two toddlers under the same roof is a challenge, but God doesn't give us anything we cant handle. I have always wonder what it feels like to have a daughter and now I know. Instead of having Spider man shirts and batman pjs, I have dresses and pink tee shirts. =0) Although she will not be with us forever, I will love her just as much as I love James. They have one another to keep each other company but at times, they do get into their little spats. Other than trying to get them on the same sleep schedule, it has been a breeze.Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-23740153217393539512009-08-05T22:31:00.005-05:002009-08-06T10:42:06.434-05:00The cardboard box<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CmIuo4gHneNz_bhZf7cj7I0zopFDvaHi0q9at0t4Xjjl9vjPh29cw2dn1SbW9x6lHUTrAG7Aiyr3g-Dffb46aYcbw92KXSi6PC8vFCew0NQLu6HiWGj9isRKjRxL_0KsmT5fltZfaoI/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CmIuo4gHneNz_bhZf7cj7I0zopFDvaHi0q9at0t4Xjjl9vjPh29cw2dn1SbW9x6lHUTrAG7Aiyr3g-Dffb46aYcbw92KXSi6PC8vFCew0NQLu6HiWGj9isRKjRxL_0KsmT5fltZfaoI/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692041945440242" /></a><br />We are getting ready to move in the next 3 weeks so of course right now my house looks like a warehouse full of boxes. Everything is kinda out of place and it is really agitating me. Today I went into James' room because I wanted to pack some of his stuff. He has sooooo many toys that I decided to pack all his toys except for what fits in one of his toy boxes. So I did. I filled a few boxes and of course 2 hours later he is asking me where a particular toy is. I clearly remember putting it in one of the boxes. I told him to play with something else because I had already taped up the boxes. Well he had a meltdown. So there I go, digging thru the boxes of toys and cant seem to find it. I emptied all the boxes then I look over to his desk and what do you think I saw? The toy he was wanting to play with! By this time I am so frustrated that I just walk into the living room to give him the toy but I dont see him. Lately he has been playing hide-and-seek so I knew what he is doing. But really-I couldn't find him. Anyway after a few panicked calls of me shouting out his name he pops out of a cardboard box that I had in the living room. I had never had so many emotions hit me all at once. I was frustrated, panicked, scarred, happy and everything else. After all this, he takes the toy and just throws it on the floor and jumps back into the box. That kept him busy for quite sometime so luckily I was able to put my house back in order...well as much as I can. It amazes me that a child can have thousands of toys and the thing that entertains them the most is a cardboard box. If only my life was that simple.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5iVUo3BemTsT3Mo8n7pu4cXZC1W0IoQCh2Ug1gVGDD0AW6eF-vyj3KU_3FfBItVMBrmxz5jHVGXiIxkMYypcrsPKL0I3bhXH4wJqFYGDmw0dGWFMcSvzsuqvOYFGSjT_zZReP_Zwxxg/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5iVUo3BemTsT3Mo8n7pu4cXZC1W0IoQCh2Ug1gVGDD0AW6eF-vyj3KU_3FfBItVMBrmxz5jHVGXiIxkMYypcrsPKL0I3bhXH4wJqFYGDmw0dGWFMcSvzsuqvOYFGSjT_zZReP_Zwxxg/s400/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692624607084498" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-67586298286712631872009-08-04T11:41:00.006-05:002009-08-04T12:13:16.760-05:00She is freaking me out!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OWbs_dSq2iMFyDZ0FSvnoQ_DM8PoqMRFpAk_t_HZBY4H_vxE84_2SgFzVOhYz-Cp5uDArpQZ5aNVEGxvu_HPCMAlP7n05t9GEt212xFZ-Ha3hXjTnVQb2AYkvSmx0nsDTOkr-uex4MA/s1600-h/snowball.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5OWbs_dSq2iMFyDZ0FSvnoQ_DM8PoqMRFpAk_t_HZBY4H_vxE84_2SgFzVOhYz-Cp5uDArpQZ5aNVEGxvu_HPCMAlP7n05t9GEt212xFZ-Ha3hXjTnVQb2AYkvSmx0nsDTOkr-uex4MA/s400/snowball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366156528814770690" /></a><br />I have this cat that I adopted a while back. Her name is Snowball but James loving changed her name to Skip. When we first adopted her, we were told that she is 100% deaf. But as soon as I picked her up, I was in love. She adapted really well in our home, she explored every inch of it when she first got here. We haven't had any problems with her other than the fact that I have to brush her everyday since her fur is white and my sofas are chocolate brown. If I would not brush her, there would be piles of cat hair and it would be really visible. Anyway, the last couple of days, she has been acting really weird. She seems like she is afraid of something. She will run from one room to the next and hide under the bed. When she used her liter box yesterday morning, she just relived herself and didn't even cover it like normal, she just ran out and went to hide under my bed. I literally had to pick her up and take her to her food because I noticed she hadn't eaten all day yesterday. She nearly swallowed her food but then out of the blue while she was eating, she just jumped up and ran to hide. There hasnt been any change in out household so I don't know what her issue is.The only thing I could think of is that maybe she had some hearing return and since she isn't used to it, she is afraid of the noise. She is really freaking me out. I like her, I think she is a good pet and I am worried about her. If she doesn't relax in next few days, I am going to have to take her to the vet and that itself stresses her out. What am I to do?<br /><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-8848466124130360652009-07-31T20:09:00.005-05:002009-07-31T20:24:13.395-05:00Gotta pick my battles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQ2Scm8Kx0pZ2Snb80CfTyhh5FlDwWlab7vXHdehfLjPFEyd5HAGhKmAeFOZ-e2-x79xM2YxUFjmPEYssODgYf15Jhfb3KO7sQhTcOSHRUAZgMPU3qQ7igLWG_eeHA9VO098845LgFYE/s1600-h/lollipop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQ2Scm8Kx0pZ2Snb80CfTyhh5FlDwWlab7vXHdehfLjPFEyd5HAGhKmAeFOZ-e2-x79xM2YxUFjmPEYssODgYf15Jhfb3KO7sQhTcOSHRUAZgMPU3qQ7igLWG_eeHA9VO098845LgFYE/s400/lollipop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364798820036352338" /></a><br />Just the other day James and I had an outing to one of his favorite places...Chuck E.Cheese. He played awhile, ate and of course played games. To get him to leave is such a battle so I always have to bribe him. I promised him a lollipop if we could leave (I guess you know who wears the pants). Anyway, I should have been more specific. He saw this huge lollipop in the glass case where we turn the tickets in for a prize. I rarely allow James to eat candy and when he does it is for getting a haircut or going to the doctor and that is about it. So he picked THIS lollipop! Needless to say, we was quiet on the way home but once the sugar rush kicked in..WOW! Then he had the sugar crash and passed out. I thought he was making the cutest faces so I had to take a few snapshots. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9fJlaJrYGrOAK8KWIT5txFsgh_J0f3APkhKsaXUqmSIefIjlPiij__OkY0gANRxQee9cwp1ZbR3KfFL0aDErKwTfubZMh9_CYYi96br6S_-mGeMrAsHp4ofUBgbM1A4STbaazBdvyTM/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9fJlaJrYGrOAK8KWIT5txFsgh_J0f3APkhKsaXUqmSIefIjlPiij__OkY0gANRxQee9cwp1ZbR3KfFL0aDErKwTfubZMh9_CYYi96br6S_-mGeMrAsHp4ofUBgbM1A4STbaazBdvyTM/s400/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799718024563170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZYliFONVBFpe9l2n5YZlhNkDGgZnKf3SrqZWOHOToBuSjIIJR2QuWnKl24GPdWzKifKsRV7HIprwxQ5YRCryIOFU5yXLs1sR6w-Ak85OsUZPzi0vqPrlxINxPdp9rbiBbn39ZaOemy8/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZYliFONVBFpe9l2n5YZlhNkDGgZnKf3SrqZWOHOToBuSjIIJR2QuWnKl24GPdWzKifKsRV7HIprwxQ5YRCryIOFU5yXLs1sR6w-Ak85OsUZPzi0vqPrlxINxPdp9rbiBbn39ZaOemy8/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364799714915787618" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-70193269239340015422009-07-30T09:15:00.003-05:002009-07-30T09:21:39.237-05:00Too much of a good thingI dont think i have ever slept so much all at one time in my life. Yesterday when I got home from my grandmothers burial, I was so exhausted. It must have been the stress and the crying but I was TIRED. James was fussy so I knew he was tired a well. We both went to lay down in his room at about 430pm and woke up 12 hours later. That is alot of sleep for me especially since I normally sleep 5-6 hours. I did however, wake up with backache from laying down too much. It was a much needed sleep but now I cant stand the pain in my back.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-40166247257207930692009-07-28T09:15:00.002-05:002009-07-28T09:34:47.910-05:00What is my destinyI sometimes wonder what my purpose in life is. I guess with having a recent death in my family and also going thru the death of my brother, a lot of questions come into mind. Why are we born? What is the reason that God has created life when He just takes it away? Why would He put us thru the heartache and tears? I know that everyone on this earth with make the journey to death but why? It gives me peace in my heart to know that one day we will all be together again. But that doesn't make the grieving process any easier. Some people celebrate a death because they have made their way to Heaven and no longer have to suffer in this world but I cant see the point in celebrating when our hearts have broken because of the loss of a loved one. I cant imagine what it feels like to pass on. It must the greatest experience that one will ever go thru. Not only the final journey but the most important one. When we die, our body's are just the shell that held our souls. What is the reason that life is created to just be taken away? why do we worry about money, worry about illness, worry about appearance when it will all be taken away? I don't now if I will ever get the answers to these questions but in the end when I dig deep into my heart, I know that no matter what, we all will one day be reunited as family. We will walk the streets of Heaven and live on, not thru our bodies but thru or souls.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-26942218384905838762009-07-27T09:17:00.007-05:002009-07-27T13:24:54.778-05:00<div><embed src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3530822107883424317&site=widget-3d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107883424317&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p1/3530822107883424317/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107883424317&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p2/3530822107883424317/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3530822107883424317&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-3d.slide.com/p4/3530822107883424317/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br />This weekend started off with a celebration and then ended with sadness.<br />We celebrated James' 3rd birthday on Saturday. It was small but very nice. He got so many gifts....alot of clothes and alot of toys. We had pizza, cake (I forgot to serve the ice cream)oops...then opened the gifts. He is already asking me about his next birthday! I still cant believe that he is three years old. He really enjoyed blowing out the candles and I am really amazed that when we were singing him Happy Birthday, that he understood why we were doing it. This is one of the times that I am glad we have just one child because I don't think I can handle another child getting older.<br /><br />On a more serious note. My grandmother, who I have called Mo my whole life, passed away yesterday. She was 90 years old. I was lucky enough to get a picture of her and James together a while back....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnEwtEeohIRxkcuTGe5FdREa7tERt1zuwCsELxpSCnwbgtb-QlJZgt3tjGy3pDdCIrQXpOo7LF9MbL_rdzckH1-T1PvDmz4hMhVjn1-hVQSVoZ2rBjNTZDJEcdKCnFC_ervoz9d78r_s/s1600-h/1021.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnEwtEeohIRxkcuTGe5FdREa7tERt1zuwCsELxpSCnwbgtb-QlJZgt3tjGy3pDdCIrQXpOo7LF9MbL_rdzckH1-T1PvDmz4hMhVjn1-hVQSVoZ2rBjNTZDJEcdKCnFC_ervoz9d78r_s/s400/1021.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363146197120068626" /></a><br /><br />This is the most recent picture I have of her....May 2009. 90 years old<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v1boZ3DTDv5QfpTckPgM3vSY44xD5ttwBQxAm7QgXEw0RgxmShDenuU4R8VcrGvCTgkpNgeRwPhVCSNHHe8HorH3d_ODuT15ioFZXV_syOxc4Lz3oZExnWM_0c468ji6OkArQPpReDk/s1600-h/Grandma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v1boZ3DTDv5QfpTckPgM3vSY44xD5ttwBQxAm7QgXEw0RgxmShDenuU4R8VcrGvCTgkpNgeRwPhVCSNHHe8HorH3d_ODuT15ioFZXV_syOxc4Lz3oZExnWM_0c468ji6OkArQPpReDk/s400/Grandma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363148057142765826" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-6796779526720153482009-07-25T09:18:00.004-05:002009-07-25T09:36:21.713-05:00I already cried....<em>James on his first birthday</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawTomsclrNBBXFALqdmdaC2yyV40cgXKdy_m8ZVi2JBQQPTR9pzIQ-NlVw64gOMO-heFN-jSV-EUxFd5jjGcv-95qP8jS_yItvelbsJqjpdfgQBNeqVO8J19Fgm-QcFxBgoxlFTxRR8k/s1600-h/james1stbirthday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawTomsclrNBBXFALqdmdaC2yyV40cgXKdy_m8ZVi2JBQQPTR9pzIQ-NlVw64gOMO-heFN-jSV-EUxFd5jjGcv-95qP8jS_yItvelbsJqjpdfgQBNeqVO8J19Fgm-QcFxBgoxlFTxRR8k/s400/james1stbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362406408884244002" /></a><br /><br />I already cried this morning. I sang Happy Birthday to my <strong>3</strong> year old and had to stop because I started crying. He officially turns 3 at 6:59 pm. 3 years ago today I was in labor for 25 hours and the doc finally decided on a cesarean section. It was worth every contraction, every pain from the incision, every agonizing antibiotic in my ivy from infection, every horrible night I had to spend in the hospital...I would do it again for him...I would do it infinity x1 times just to have him in my life. <br /><br /><br /><em>Here is James at his 2nd birthday....</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaAMKxXax59k5900qYgILU9k1aR_DrXWUx2-PeBaI0gCEB6esll4CD1Yb5VJKeYgd2NYrlI_opKu-zqrgdih1Kshoewx1xjd0I72Tp6JDp51TWz3qYtb4JZuinrBLFSiZr4CJ77480RE/s1600-h/31209.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaAMKxXax59k5900qYgILU9k1aR_DrXWUx2-PeBaI0gCEB6esll4CD1Yb5VJKeYgd2NYrlI_opKu-zqrgdih1Kshoewx1xjd0I72Tp6JDp51TWz3qYtb4JZuinrBLFSiZr4CJ77480RE/s400/31209.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362405752794284290" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a><em></em>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-77914156822292284352009-07-25T01:25:00.001-05:002009-07-25T01:27:29.185-05:00Happy Birthday James!!!!<a href="http://www.tweakyourpage.com/Comments/Happy_Birthday/"><img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j288/miller2348/myspace/comments/Happy_Birthday/images/happy-birthday-with-cakes.gif" alt="Happy Birthday MySpace Graphics"></a><br /><center><a href="http://www.tweakyourpage.com/Comments/Happy_Birthday/" target="_blank">Happy Birthday Graphics</a></center><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-47050999772735135762009-07-24T08:50:00.003-05:002009-07-24T08:58:39.904-05:00Where did all the time go??Tomorrow my baby is turning 3 years old and I cant believe how fast the time has gone. it feels like just yesterday he was cradled in my arms with his new baby smell. Now he is an independent little boy that doesn't smell like a baby anymore(to say the least). I am so grateful that I have had so much time with him and I am honored to be a mom. It has been the hardest thing that I have ever had to do in my life and that says alot since I have been through so much. I love him like there is no tomorrow. I love him with out ends. I love him and I would give my life for him in a heartbeat. I pray that God give us many many years together. Today is the last day of his second year of life...<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-53092751551396677932009-07-21T22:42:00.004-05:002009-07-21T23:19:05.113-05:00Business and pleasureJoe broke his shoe on the way to breakfast...Luckily he had an extra pair...lol<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm338AQ7Fsj3VYM4qpUCiB_PbBMHWIUHJmiCFQ56hyphenhyphenWBKa7AbKN0-U9egdg9AOkJ5tANhPQ-Fz34DAjJyigZYklxi9_X0UxDJBVI2VlQpCRcGy44kMpcVOT0fxZhUPkTZb3CjJA9ocmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm338AQ7Fsj3VYM4qpUCiB_PbBMHWIUHJmiCFQ56hyphenhyphenWBKa7AbKN0-U9egdg9AOkJ5tANhPQ-Fz34DAjJyigZYklxi9_X0UxDJBVI2VlQpCRcGy44kMpcVOT0fxZhUPkTZb3CjJA9ocmQ/s400/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133416607326674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0lbFNs2aT0ERJtf0nfXTWGA5_nOYTsY7donanirATOyXEiTlhQrkRCviBEnnBsStZk4td_OOcL6IegFIXup55s5eX9WNYp3Pr99MpqoOmpz_V4knnfpHMKEZ2BxC3XFdanbf2gTWCa0/s1600-h/IMG_1487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0lbFNs2aT0ERJtf0nfXTWGA5_nOYTsY7donanirATOyXEiTlhQrkRCviBEnnBsStZk4td_OOcL6IegFIXup55s5eX9WNYp3Pr99MpqoOmpz_V4knnfpHMKEZ2BxC3XFdanbf2gTWCa0/s400/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133415163706450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0IKUZFIGxewWVItIhCCno2rlaOic35GhVoVM6DF_uKMN8aibIIkw7MYFRQPC6WTrSEekuhPDmcR43myHwKH-hKYU92EFGdUMUkbC1dpoY9Vt8QqTyLs-vXwXjIDeZme0QHeOs_lRYKU/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0IKUZFIGxewWVItIhCCno2rlaOic35GhVoVM6DF_uKMN8aibIIkw7MYFRQPC6WTrSEekuhPDmcR43myHwKH-hKYU92EFGdUMUkbC1dpoY9Vt8QqTyLs-vXwXjIDeZme0QHeOs_lRYKU/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361133406979595314" /></a><br />So early this morning... I mean early like 3am early. Joe, James and myself woke up because we needed to head over to Houston. My honey had a business trip to attend to so I thought I would tag along. For the most part, it was fun expect for 3 am part. I took James to the pool but I didnt get to take any pictures because I was afraid to get my camera wet. I really really wanted to take pictures of him splashing around in the pool but I dont think Joe wants to spend anymore money on my camera. Joe got a room for the day for James and I so we could sleep and relax or take a shower. Anyway, we had lunch, took lots of pictures while Joe was in his business meeting and came home. I am sooooo sleepy but I needed to get my Internet thing done then I would be able to catch up on my beauty sleep. ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-33252040568753717682009-07-17T15:25:00.003-05:002009-07-17T15:32:42.907-05:00I guess I'm a pirate now...arrgh!Today I had a full day of running errands and also trying to keep my house clean for the weekend. I woke up early and was out the door by 715am and had finally gotten home about 2 pm or so. I didn't realize it but I only had one earring on. I was getting ready to take another shower so I could feel refreshed and when I was taking off my jewelry, I only had one earring. I looked at myself in the mirror and I instantly thought I looked like a pirate because the one earring I was wearing was a hoop..a big one. Lol! I don't know what happened to the other one, it must have fallen off somewhere...gosh doggit and I really like those earrings. Shiver me tender...IDK is that pirate language?<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1978892510780762141.post-3458633349710859962009-07-16T21:32:00.004-05:002009-07-16T21:43:05.191-05:00This is NOT a toy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_9zvLPH6DzswGzX2mJ_Q2TQ0cBgUgHvKXWwdax9Dq7hN_PrV23DQwv0IJpQWpW7eTCxbUO5k8AUcYDhV46xsSrApQ7YjHF_SSrrSIA22klNw2uQpXsvNjpXQh1Vi36whruqwBfBbP9k/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_9zvLPH6DzswGzX2mJ_Q2TQ0cBgUgHvKXWwdax9Dq7hN_PrV23DQwv0IJpQWpW7eTCxbUO5k8AUcYDhV46xsSrApQ7YjHF_SSrrSIA22klNw2uQpXsvNjpXQh1Vi36whruqwBfBbP9k/s400/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359253837199893618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDEoyw2XLdCljh3Pb4gb5ye0xWtkaJ9EStSt2aTN5UAHmORTCTm7OoZjRHTOLxIzmwJsuV9T_OUCOpC_ENdH5ru9qzawJ8zM4afN_HhAOkzJp8J2N4ix_zZ2W70Vg3BA0MiCKAXb4jAU/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkDEoyw2XLdCljh3Pb4gb5ye0xWtkaJ9EStSt2aTN5UAHmORTCTm7OoZjRHTOLxIzmwJsuV9T_OUCOpC_ENdH5ru9qzawJ8zM4afN_HhAOkzJp8J2N4ix_zZ2W70Vg3BA0MiCKAXb4jAU/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359253829259641026" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTh4-aEjq-cqtcjNf4SHJZFvp-4Px4LRTQLmYANipAqgpFIpgciazWtrMpZC9CYHXL4aMvb6XZMd-sqYSBTG-g5kqDBrc6Ui1pwBDFW9YkcOp58sEVhb8kYPfZxzH-fl28H44p-DP0Ig/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicTh4-aEjq-cqtcjNf4SHJZFvp-4Px4LRTQLmYANipAqgpFIpgciazWtrMpZC9CYHXL4aMvb6XZMd-sqYSBTG-g5kqDBrc6Ui1pwBDFW9YkcOp58sEVhb8kYPfZxzH-fl28H44p-DP0Ig/s400/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359253823979720786" /></a><br />I needed to get a few things from the store earlier today...well actually one thing from the store but came out with several. Anyway, James kept bugging me for a toy and I (as always) gave in. So we were walking down the toy isle and he could not decide which he wanted. I told him that I needed to get my stuff then we would come back to the toys. We never made it back because he picked this skeleton that is meant to be a Halloween decoration. I cant believe he wanted this as a toy. I guess it is good because I know he isn't afraid of scary looking things but a skeleton? I told him that this is not a toy but he did not want anything else. I guess he is gonna love Halloween as his favorite holiday...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/210/4EF3CD9DA5D0B437B42312FFC21D5C58.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Georganahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18002045780248524998noreply@blogger.com1