Sometimes, you have to make changes in your life. Especially when you feel good about yourself and know that you deserve something better than your current.
I filed for divorce at the beginning of this month. Since then, the rumors have been flying. Please, anyone who has any questions, please ask me. Don't participate in the nasty gossip and lies that have been so prevalent, not with my soon to be ex husband, but his family. I am an open book and willing to answer any question.
I am above the poo flinging that has been taking place, so I'm not going to post any details of my personal business here, but ask, don't assume. Thanks.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Logan graduates kindegarten

Today was Logan's kindegarten graduation. The teachers sent a letter home stating that everyone needed to be in their best dress. I was really surprised at how many kids were in shorts and t-shirts.
Logan had to say a poem and they sang a bunch of songs. It was really cute.
Everybody says I look just like my Mother.
Everybody says I'm the image of Aunt Bea.
Everybody says My nose is like my father's,
But I want to look like me!



Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Bunches of Pictures
Monday, May 16, 2011
Jonah.
Today, I was reading news online and the kids were playing by me downstairs. I was reading news that Donald Trump will not be running for president (shocking). Jonah stood next to me silently while I was reading, and finally asked "Who is that boy?" I laughed and said "It's just a guy with weird hair."
Jonah looked at me strangely and said "That's not hair, it's a raccoon hat!"
Clearly you can see his confusion!
Kids
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
a tale of band-aids

The other night the kids and I decided to venture into the unknown. We decided to make carb-free protein based pizza. I know, that sounds so delicious, you're hoping I post the recipe. Well, I let the kids make their own individual pizzas in hope of tricking them into eating it. (I won't lie) The kids LOVE olives. I'm not really sure why, maybe because they can eat them off of their fingers. (ick) I had opened a can of olives, and drained them, but I left the lid on the olives while I got everything else ready. Jonah grabbed it and tried to pull it open with his little finger. What we got was a sad little sliced finger. I took him to the bathroom, and we had to hold pressure on it for at least 7 minutes to get it to stop bleeding. I cleaned it and put on a batman bandaid and we went back to work.
About 3 minutes later Jonah said "I see if it's better now." I told him that bandaids have to stay on for longer than that before the cuts get better. A few minutes later he says "I go check it now," and he ran into the bathroom. I followed, and he had the bandaid off by the time I got in there and it was bleeding again. We repeated the above and put a new superhero bandaid on. In the course of 3 hours, we went through an entire box of 50 bandaids.
Finally, we were down to the ugly fabric bandaids. Jonah was not impressed. He kept telling me that those were "ug-gee". I put a fabric bandaid on...and it was the same drill, except quicker because he wanted a "cooler" bandaid. I came into the bathroom to find him letting the blood drip into the sink.
I said "Jonah, if you take another bandaid off, I'm not going to give you another one. This is it."
Logan came in and tapped me on my arm and said "Mom, if I had a little boy that was hurt, I'd help him."
*sigh*
I explained that I was helping Jonah but he had used all of the bandaids.
Poor little tender Logan. He's such a sweet little kid!
We've had some problems with a bully at school. I talked to Logan about all of the incidences that have happened. I asked him why he didn't tell his teacher. He said "Well, Dakota is always in trouble. I didn't want him to get into any more trouble."
It made me so sad. He's such a kind child. I've talked to the teacher and talked to Logan about what he needs to do if he is being bullied again. As someone who was bullied, it's so horrible. I'm really hoping that this solves the problem.
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