my son


I actually just had to end my night tonight with a story about what happened with my son at bedtime.  Let me start off by saying – he is 3 – will take pic tomorrow and update the ‘3year old’ pic posted on here…

So I tell him it is bedtime – give hugs and kisses and let’s go to bed. “NO”, he says, “I hate bed”.  We go back and forth, I yelled, refused to chase after him, but then after he got his cars put into time out – I said “Let’s go NOW” – So he says “I hate you.”

Now honestly, I thought he would be like 10 or so before I heard that for the first time – but No… – so I took him upstairs, told him that he hurt my feelings, and he said that I hurt his.  I told him that I wasn’t going to sing him a song and he was going to bed.  Of course, I had forgotten to put the clean sheets on the bed, so I tried to do that quickly, put him in the bed, covered him up, turned out the lights and came back downstairs…

10 minutes later, I hear him at the top of the stairs: “Mommy, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings” so I went upstairs, said “and I am sorry for hurting your feelings too.  I love you very much and it really hurts when you say those words to someone.”  I asked, “Have I ever said those words to you?”  He said “No” and I said, “I never will”.  SO I hugged him for about 5 minutes until he started getting squirmy – then I tucked him back in – sang him our usual “twinkle, twinkle” song, gave him another hug and kiss, said “I love you” then got an “I Love you too” back and he went to sleep.

I just went back up a few minutes ago to check on him – cover him back up and just stare at him for a few secs.  man I surely do love him, and am SO proud of the fact that as tired as he already was, he got up to come to tell me that he was sorry and gave me a chance to apologize too.  Gives me great hope of the man that he will become!

Memorial Day


On twitter today I sent out an ‘ethereal shout out’ to the men and women who died giving us our freedom. Thank you! There aren’t words enough to express.
This morning at my friend’s house, we talked about going to lunch and she asked her hubby to choose where we go for lunch in honor of his service in the Marine Corps…

He said that today was not Veterans Day – it was Memorial Day and since he was alive, today wasn’t for him.

So we went to lunch and drank a toast to his friend that did die in Iraq – he wears a memorial bracelet for him. To me, that completely sums up what today is all about

In my home, we have dedicated a whole room to ‘patriotism’… I call it the red, white and blue room – cheesy I know, but we have the colors in there and they look nice, deep colors. The room is filled with the flag from my husband’s uncle’s funeral, his pictures and medals, pictures of his grandfathers in their uniforms, and my grandfather in his… also a few other meaningful memorabilia. I love this room and what it means to both my husband and me!

I hope that everyone today at least once thought about the men and women who died to give them the freedoms that they enjoy and just didn’t write today off as a free day off from work!