1992 - 2007
(yeah, it can be kinda cheesy, but I like it and it's my blog and I can put it here)
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…
– Author Unknown


And now, first grade shopping list - DONE

I took Foster today to go "back to school shopping". Being that he's in a "year-round" school, he gets "only" 6 weeks off for summer until school starts on Sept. 4th. Thought I may as well get the stuff while I can. First we went to Big Lots. SCORE!!!

We got:
washable markers
glue sticks
pocket folders (with 3-hole brads)
lunch bag

Of course, no "back to school shopping" journey would be complete without a trip to Target. We picked up the plastic folder and a box of tissues there.

At home, I found the rest of the goods:
colored pencils
pencil top erasers
scissors (must be Fiskars)
pencil box

Whew! That's done. I think I was more excited to do this last year for Kindergarten but it was still fun. I love school supplies and, well, office supplies in general. If you know me, you know my obsession with pens and pencils. Whenever we visit somewhere new (like tourist-y places) I try to get a pen. Hey, it's cheap and useful.

Perhaps I should just quit my job and work at Staples.

Anyway, the backpack from Big Lots was $8 and the lunch bag was $5. What Foster does to a backpack and lunch bag is beyond me. I swear he must drag it around all day. He really needed a new backpack and really, REALLY needed a new lunch bag. The same items at Target were 3 times as much. And thankfully, this year, he actually selected a backpack that "I" would carry. No superheroes, no turtles, no pirates......just a plain red and grey one. But, Batman won out for the lunch bag.



It finally happened...

We received public praise for our children's behavior in a restaurant.

I'm hoping it will happen again soon...because then we may re-think going out to eat more often.

Whew! Finally...


And tomorrow I "went" into labor........

Hard to believe but almost 3 years ago, Logan and Seth were born. I went into labor on July 14th and they were born in the wee hours of July 15.

Logan was born first and Seth lingered on, enjoying his warm home by himself for an hour and a half before he was vacuumed out!

Party tomorrow and of course, pictures to follow.

My babies are full-fleged boys, no longer babies.


The verdict is...

...ANOTHER root canal.

Need I say any more.


That's #2 in about 2 months. I've reached the maximum on my dental insurance to make it even better.




I hate mine. I really do. They hurt. They hurt when I eat something cold, something hot, something spicy, something sweet - okay, not all of them just the ones screaming at me from the right side.

I just went thru one root canal and during that process, the dentist put in a "deep filling that we'll have to watch" he says.

Yeah, well, here we are about 3 weeks later and motrin ain't cuttin' it.


I hate my teeth. That's why I have yet another dentist appointment this coming Monday at 9:30 (he's on vacation this week, no doubt someplace fancy living off all the money I've given hime) to see if yet another root canal is in order. I'm leaning towards yes.

And I'll go thru with it if it stops the throbbing pain that's been waking me the past few nights.

Seriously, I really adore my dentist and have NO plans to change. I fought hard to get him back and changed insurances to do just that. I had a few years in there that I went to - well, let's just say, less qualified dentists that I had to report to the Dental Board.

I'm glad to have Dr. G. back on my side.

Yes, I can go to his "alternate" this week but I'd rather wait it out 'til Monday.

Now, off to take some more motrin.

A scary event but it all turns out okay...

I just have to relate something that happened last weekend in the hopes it raises awareness. And so that I have it here on the blog and I don't forget it.

Laura and I went to the pool and she was off swimming with Foster (who can swim) and I was near the pool steps playing catch with a ball with the twins who are almost 3 (and can't swim). They were both sitting on the first few steps happily splashing. I turned my head half-way to coax Logan to "jump" to me from the 3rd step (really, just fall to me). I think my attention was turned towards him for approx. 20 - 30 SECONDS as I caught him and was bringing him back to the steps when I turned to where I last saw Seth.....he was face down floating in the water. He wasn't moving at all, wasn't flailing, just silent.

OMG, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. I was literally one arms-length away from him. I was holding Logan and I took one step and grabbed Seth with my other arm and scooped him out of the water. I didn't even have time to say a prayer and he was out of the water and crying. I wasn't 3 feet from the side of the pool and I stood up and put them both up there and tried to calm Seth down. Thank God he was crying. I knew I had to be calm for him so I just held him (I was still in the pool but by that time Laura got to the edge of the pool and took care of Logan). I can't tell you what went thru my mind in that, what, maybe 1 minute of time. I can't even bear to type what I first thought when I first saw him face down. Thinking of it now brings chills down my spine. He was fine, he was crying, he didn't even spit out any water which makes me think he instinctively held his breath. But I was never as happy to hear him cry before. Now, I'm not one to take water safety lightly. I am always within arms reach of my kids. They all must take professional swim lessons. I'm usually so attentive to them, and this was literally less than 30 seconds that I took my eyes off him. I will NEVER, EVER do that again. EVER. NEVER.

All you parents out there that ever did something in panic-mode knows what I mean when I say that for those few seconds until I got him out of the water, I didn't hear anything else, I didn't hear the other kids in the pool, I didn't see anything but my kid in the water, I didn't feel my sprained ankle, I felt like I was moving in slow motion but I heard absolutely NOTHING else. The world went quiet, only to be broken by that sweet cry.

A lesson learned!


Happy Anniversary!!!!

Today (July 4th) is our 8th anniversary. Whew!!!

What a wild ride it's been.

8 years, THREE kids, one dog, one house (soon hopefully it will be a different house), many trips, vacations and car-rides, illness and wellness and everything that happens in-between.

I'm already planning our 10th anniversary - just two more years and I really, really, really want to take a "Rosie" cruise, yes, with the kids of course......or, a little vacation in the South of France could be fine too.

Actually, anything together is a really good thing.

Love YOU!!!