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Santa Better Own a Music Store

Posted by Unknown on 8:06 PM
Unfortunately, my kids don't won't much (quantity) for Christmas, but what they want.....

Kacie wants:
a keyboard
a guitar
iPod touch "like Daddy's"
Hannah Montana Movie
Jonas Brothers Concert in 3D
new Demi Lovato CD

Coy wants:
a guitar
drums
cowboy hat
boots
basketball goal
...and maybe a poster of his "girlfriend"--Tinkerbell

So basically--
we just need a music store for Christmas. Hope Santa brings mommy and daddy an extra room (big and heavily insulated) to put this music studio in.

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Mommy Princess

Posted by Unknown on 7:13 PM
Sometimes--kids just blow you away with their sweet words. And where do they come up with this stuff? TV? Probably.

One day, we were looking at old pictures and Coy would point to each one and say, "Who dat?"

I would tell him each picture's contents, but as we went along, he started telling me, so we reversed our roles. I'd say, "Who's that?" and he'd tell me.

We came to my bridal portrait. I said, "and who's that?"

His reply was, "Mommy Pincess."

I almost cried. I hugged my little dear and gave him a big kiss. I told him that he was so sweet. To which he replied, "I know."

And the moment's gone....

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First Big Haircut

Posted by Unknown on 12:43 PM
Kacie finally made up her mind about a haircut, and decided it must go. So, we headed to Split Ends Friday morning before heading to the beach. She got two piggie tails cut off and ready to send to Locks of Love.

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Surviving Stitches

Posted by Unknown on 8:11 PM
For some time now, I have realized that my little boy is a one man wrecking crew destined to end up in the ER with frequent bumps, breaks, bruises, and gashes. Little did I know -- that would start a little sooner than I expected.



Tuesday around 10:30, I get a call from MDO (daycare, for those of you unfamiliar) saying he has tripped and fallen on a stove knob and gashed his head. They thought he needed stitches. I was a little frantic, not because I thought Coy was hurt, but because I didn't know how we'd get him. I was at work and couldn't leave, and I thought Derrick was probably in the same position. I called him, and like the superdad he is, left his store and went to get him. (NOTE: He is also a superhusband because he makes so many sacrifices for me. I am so lucky!!!)




I was convinced that he'd get there, realize they were just overreacting, and he'd get some neosporin, a band-aid, and then get mad at me because it was a complete waste of time.




NOT to be!!!




He called back and said, "Yep. He needs stitches."




"Of course he does," I thought, "because him being okay would be TOO easy!"




So, Derrick set out for SAHRA, but unfortunately, Dr. Bish thought he should go to the ER. She thought it was really too deep and in too bad of an area for them to handle. So, Derrick goes to the ER, where they wrap Coy in a papoose (yeah, he was he happy! Can't you imagine a 2 1/2 year old who is used to be being free and running wild being tied up?), screaming ensues, and they proceed to stitch him up. Derrick tells me Coy wrestled one arm free, and was well on his way to getting out altogether if they had him in there much longer. He also said the nurse holding his head had to take a break after--she was worn out. I bet!




So, 11 stitches later, he's fine and dandy. Doesn't like having his band-aid taken off, but other than that, no problems. He went through it amazingly. I'm pretty proud of the way I handled the whole thing (i.e. I didn't panic or freak out like usual), too.




So, it begins. I wonder just how many more trips like that we'll make over the next 17 - 18 years? I don't even want to think about it. Glad we have the AFLAC accident policy. It will come in pretty handy. Bet they'll wish I didn't have it after we're all done. Oh, well, like they say,


Chicks dig scars!

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Life Passes too Quickly

Posted by Unknown on 8:59 PM
Recently, I took note of the pictures on the wall at my mom and dad's house. There are a lot of "baby" pictures, especially of Kacie. You know how it is--the first child gets the most pictures taken. But I looked at that little face and couldn't help but get a little sad. She looked so small and sweet. Now she's bigger and has a very smart mouth. She knows way too much for a five year old, and I want to know what happened to my baby. Now, I look at Coy, who's almost two-and-a-half, and I wish I could freeze time. This is such a great age. He's still TOO cute and not so much of a smarty pants, but he's getting close. I look at his pictures and see time passing away again. UGGH! I don't want my babies to grow up. Now I know what my parents felt like. I watched them playing in the backyard this afternoon and I couldn't help but smile. At least for this afternoon--time slowed a bit!




















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A Sad Day for The Bell House

Posted by Unknown on 7:14 PM

Our beloved family pet, our dog Eeyore passed away last night. We aren't sure what happened, but we think he got caught up around a tree and choked himself on the leash. We are all very sad, especially Derrick and I. He has been with us for 7 and 1/2 years...longer than our kids. He was our first child and we will miss him terribly.

:(


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Good Things Come in Small Packages

Posted by Unknown on 6:28 AM

I have no patience. I am so short tempered, even with my own kids, that I started to wonder if I was really cut out to be a mom. I thought I was the worst mom in the world, but, after praying hard for God to guide me in a direction of service, an opportunity presented itself. We needed Sunday School teachers. I prayed, God answered, I volunteered. Then, the question was, where would I teach? I'd been in Kacie's four-year-old class a lot and I'd helped in the two-year-olds, but I just wasn't sure where to go. Neither was Ms Betty, so we both prayed about it. Then I was approached about helping Donna with a three-year-old class next year. All the kids I'd helped with in the two's this year would be in my class next year. All of a sudden--God began to show me His workings. I thought, "Perfect. This works." Then Bible School this week.
I have been a big ole' stress ball. Things at work have been very hectic, I felt so unprepared for VBS, I was just stressing big time!! Then, what I thought would be a total NIGHTMARE--seven boys 3 years old--has been a true blessing. God has shown me my area of service. I'm loving these kids. I have had such a blessing and found a new patience I didn't know I had. God is so good!!! Thank you, Lord, for showing me your greatness!!

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