Sweet Baby J

As many of you know already, our family has welcomed our second foster child into our home and hearts. We refer to him as "Sweet Baby J". With big brown eyes, curly eyelashes and hair, he can sure draw a crowd!

J is a sweet and beautiful 10 month old baby boy who has transitioned into our family so seamlessly! It has been some adjustment on our parts, getting used to a baby in the house. Nap times and hand feedings are things that have been long-since forgotten around here.

I so wish I could post some sweet pictures of our little guy, but since I decided to go public again with the blog, that is a big no-no. So if you have yet to have the pleasure of meeting "Sweet Baby J" you will just have to use your imagination... or have me e-mail you some privately!!

Please join us in praying for this sweet boy, he deserves God's best and a beautiful life!

No Spills!

Well, I just had to write and let everyone know that I made it through my second riding lesson with NO FALLS!!!

HALLELUJAH!!

I came, I trotted, I stayed on.

It might not have been professional looking but I didn't eat dirt. I actually had a great time, gained a lot of confidence back and didn't get worn out during the one hour lesson... I was worn out by the time we got home, though!

Maybe in a few weeks I will have Lg video me and I MIGHT post it. Depends on how I look!!!

This should be me in a few weeks... okay, not really!!

Playing Catch-Up

Hello out there! It's me, I am surfacing!! Things have been so crazy around here the past few weeks, I am behind in a LOT of things, one of those being blogging!

Not much to post tonight, I just decided while things were quiet and I was up by myself that I would drop a few lines to update everyone.

First of all, the reason I am up alone tonight is because Curt is sick with some nasty stomach thingy. So pray that the rest of us stay healthy!!

Second, one the reasons my life has been so crazy the past couple of weeks is because we welcomed our second foster child about a week and a half ago! Jordan is a sweet 10 month old who has a great disposition and sleeps well!! The sleeping well part means a lot to us... we love our sleep! More about Jordan to come, I am just too tired to post pictures and such tonight.

Third, Noah started Pre-K and is really liking it. He goes to school at my parents church here in town and has since he was two. We love his teachers and I like having one more year with my baby boy before kindergarten! He is having issues with the fact that the teachers will not let them play "swords/light sabers" whenever they want. BTW, Noah calls light sabers "life-savers", I love it!!

Fourth, Lauragale seems to be doing well in school but has developed some unexplained separation and performance anxiety. It makes me sooooo sad!! She used to ADORE school but things are different this year. She did have to change schools this year because of re-districting, so that, along with the new foster kids, are probably a lot for a 7 year old to handle.

Fifth, Tomorrow is our first riding lesson since my "Unscheduled Dismount" two weeks ago. Last week Lg was sick, which worked out well for me because I was STILL painin' like crazy and walking like John Wayne!! I am still a little nervous about getting back on the horse, my body can't take another fall like that! I STILL have bruises on my bum!

OK, there is probably lots of other random stuff I could bore you with, but I will stop with those exciting highlights. More to come soon, I promise!!

Love and blessings to all!

Unscheduled Dismount

Yes, literally, I have a sore booty...

TMI?? Maybe, butt I have no idea why I feel like this story needs to precede all the other posts and I been telling myself I need to write. Posts like:

1) Dry River Fun with Grandma and Grandpa
2) Lauragale's Horse Show Appearance
3) Aaaahhhh, That Used Car Smell!

and most excitingly...

4) Our New Foster Child, "???".

Yes, out of all those enticing options, I have chosen to write a few lines about my sore rear!

"How did it happen?", you ask... Well, that is what you get when you hop on a horse for the first time in 22 years and think you can just ride that boy like you're 13 again!!

The long story is that I decided that it would be uber-cool to join my daughter in English riding lessons. Yes, it has been FOREVER since I was on a horse, but hey, you've gotta chase those lions!

Tuesday was my first lesson and I was not doing too darn bad if I do say so myself! I had good form, was keeping my heels down like a pro, hugging the horse with my legs and keeping good control of lazy Durango.

Since I was preforming like a pro, my trainer thought we just needed to go ahead and move on to a trot... I agreed! Well, my body did not!

I got overly confident, asked Durango to trot, leaned too far forward, lost my balance fairly quickly and began to take a header. Durango could feel me falling, so the sweet dear he is, he tried to help by stopping. That sent my whole body, head first, over his neck, into a FULL SOMERSAULT and onto the ground flat on my back.

I banged my head pretty good, butt I was wearing my pretty purple helmet. Therefore, my buttocks was the area that was throbbing the most. I swear I have MORE than enough padding to take a tumble from a full-grown Morgan, butt my black-n-blue flesh says differently.

Well, countless Advil, 5 ice packs and 1 trip to the chiropractor, and I am feeling a bit better. I think the worst part was having my 7 year old daughter witness the graceless accident, not to mention having to put up with the repetitive chuckles from my oh-so-coordinated, NOT, husband. He is joking to anyone who will listen that it would be safer and more affordable for me to move on to Sit and be Fit lessons and leave Durango and Lauragale in the dust.



I left them in the dust alright... the dust that was thrown up when my booty hit the ground Tuesday. Butt like they say you should, I did get back on the horse! Only to fall off again during my graceful dismount at the end of the lesson.

Did I mention that I DID look cute in my outfit with coordinating lilac saddle pad? Well, I did.

I am Cougar, Hear me Roar!

Ever since I turned 35 back in May, Curt has been reminding me that I am the official "Cougar" age now. Not familiar with what a "Cougar" is? Go here to find out...

So, we are at the dinner table tonight... enjoying our cheap pizza... and out of the blue, my kids start chanting "You're a old lady! You're a old lady!" Ummm, PARDON ME???? I am about to lose my patience with the little tricksters just as my "knight in shining armor" comes to my rescue... (can you feel the dripping sarcasm yet?)

Curt raises his voice and with a stern look says, "HEY! KIDS!"

They two shutter, scurry to their seats and shut their yappers...

Curt continues with raised voice and stern look... "It's "You're AN old lady! You're AN old lady!"... use correct grammar!"

NIIIICCCEEEE!!!!!!!!

Now, mind you, I am still scratching my head here, because Curt is a year and 4 months OLDER than I am... so what does that make him??

Cast your votes in the comments section!

GGGGRRRRRRR...