I spent the last few days sick with the flu. I coughed all day and all night. It was horrible, but I can always count on my 3-year-old little man to make me laugh.
Tommy - Why are you coughing, Mom?
Me - Because I'm sick. I'm sorry your mama's so sick, bud.
Tommy - It's okay.
Me - Will you take care of me?
Tommy - I can't. I'm too small. (He stands up and demonstrates with his hands.) See, I'm this small.
Me - (laughing and still coughing)
Tommy - Cover your mouth, Mom.
Me - I am, bud. Thanks. Your a good boy.
Tommy - Yeah. I'm a good boy. You'll be okay, Mom. You're a tough guy . . . like me. (He stikes a pose and shows me his muscles)
Me - (chuckling) Your right, bud. I'm a tough guy.
Tommy - (walking towards me) I kiss it better for you. (He kissed my forhead.)
It made me feel better. Who could ask for a better medicine?
Friday, June 20, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
My Dreams Can Wait
I feel so selfish.
Today my husband and I were driving home from another doctors appointment and we drove passed a new home subdivision. I saw the "Open" sign on the model home and decided to "just to see" what it looked like and what the price of the homes were. I have driven passed that subdivision probably over a hundred times in the last year. But today, it called to me. The home was modest and beautiful. It had a good floor plan that would meet my families needs. It was not my dream home by any means, but it would be a good fit for us. The builder is down to the last few lots left to sell, so they are offering to finish the basements for free as an incentive to get them sold. What a deal! The price was incredible.
I was very excited. I begans racking my brain on how I could raise enough for the down payment AND pay down our debt enough so that we can qualify for the home.
I thought, "Maybe, I'll blog about it and ask for donations from my readers. Even small contributions can make a big difference."
Then, I came across a blog about a little girl that has Neuroblastoma, a rare form of cancer. Her mother's plea for assistance tugged at my heart. I suddenly felt that my dream of a safe, comfortable home for my family was selfish and insignificant.
This family would be better served by any generous readers than myself. So, if you are feeling generous today, take a minute to read about Serena by clicking the link. http://help-save-serena.blogspot.com/
My dreams can wait, theirs can't.
Today my husband and I were driving home from another doctors appointment and we drove passed a new home subdivision. I saw the "Open" sign on the model home and decided to "just to see" what it looked like and what the price of the homes were. I have driven passed that subdivision probably over a hundred times in the last year. But today, it called to me. The home was modest and beautiful. It had a good floor plan that would meet my families needs. It was not my dream home by any means, but it would be a good fit for us. The builder is down to the last few lots left to sell, so they are offering to finish the basements for free as an incentive to get them sold. What a deal! The price was incredible.
I was very excited. I begans racking my brain on how I could raise enough for the down payment AND pay down our debt enough so that we can qualify for the home.
I thought, "Maybe, I'll blog about it and ask for donations from my readers. Even small contributions can make a big difference."
Then, I came across a blog about a little girl that has Neuroblastoma, a rare form of cancer. Her mother's plea for assistance tugged at my heart. I suddenly felt that my dream of a safe, comfortable home for my family was selfish and insignificant.
This family would be better served by any generous readers than myself. So, if you are feeling generous today, take a minute to read about Serena by clicking the link. http://help-save-serena.blogspot.com/
My dreams can wait, theirs can't.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Responsiblity
We just moved to a smaller home and I finally have the Internet hooked up. This is the first time I have been able to get on the Internet in 10 days. I had over 500 new emails, half of them are junk that I will just delete.
Tommy, my little boy finally got his tooth fixed with a bridge. He loves it and shows everyone.
Jerome, my husband, is still looking for an answer to what is wrong with him. The neurologist said that he knows there is something very wrong, but can't quite put his finger on what it is. It is so frustrating for us. Jerome has gone through so many tests, and he has several abnormalities, but nothing that points to one specific problem. His next test is with a neuropsychologist that is supposed to map out his brain and show exactly where his brain is, or isn't, functioning as it should. Those aren't until sometime in July.
Kaesi, my oldest daughter, has been helping me a lot recently. There is a concert this summer that she wants to attend and I told her that she shouldn't be allowed to do anything this summer because she failed 3 classes the last quarter of the school year. I am allowing her to earn her ticket to the concert by her helping me around the house and yard. I have a lot of work for her to help me with, as we are still unpacking and there is a lot of cleaning that needs to be done. As part of the bargain, Kaesi has enrolled in online classes that will make up her missing credits. I have been monitoring her progress and she is on track. If she keeps up the hard work, she will earn a ticket to the concert in about 5 or 6 weeks.
Anna, my 9-year-old, decided to spend a few weeks with her Dad and his family. Her room is still in boxes. She is turning 10 in a few weeks and I told to unpack her room and get it set up how she wants it. I set up the furniture for her and I want her to go through her belongings and weed out what she does and doesn't want. I explained that if I have to do it for her, I may get rid of things that she considers important and she will be disappointed. I have to assume that she doesn't care, because she hasn't even started unpacking. I will start on her room on Tuesday.
I know that some people think that 9 or 10-years-old is too young to be given such a task, but responsibility is something that I have taught my children since they were small. I started them on small chores at the age of 7 and I reward them them for completing their chores and schoolwork. I want them to learn the value and rewards of hard work. I want them to learn that there are consequences for not doing what they are supposed to do. I want them to understand that they are responsible for their own actions and to accept whatever reward or consequence that comes to them as a result of that action.
Tommy, my little boy finally got his tooth fixed with a bridge. He loves it and shows everyone.
Jerome, my husband, is still looking for an answer to what is wrong with him. The neurologist said that he knows there is something very wrong, but can't quite put his finger on what it is. It is so frustrating for us. Jerome has gone through so many tests, and he has several abnormalities, but nothing that points to one specific problem. His next test is with a neuropsychologist that is supposed to map out his brain and show exactly where his brain is, or isn't, functioning as it should. Those aren't until sometime in July.
Kaesi, my oldest daughter, has been helping me a lot recently. There is a concert this summer that she wants to attend and I told her that she shouldn't be allowed to do anything this summer because she failed 3 classes the last quarter of the school year. I am allowing her to earn her ticket to the concert by her helping me around the house and yard. I have a lot of work for her to help me with, as we are still unpacking and there is a lot of cleaning that needs to be done. As part of the bargain, Kaesi has enrolled in online classes that will make up her missing credits. I have been monitoring her progress and she is on track. If she keeps up the hard work, she will earn a ticket to the concert in about 5 or 6 weeks.
Anna, my 9-year-old, decided to spend a few weeks with her Dad and his family. Her room is still in boxes. She is turning 10 in a few weeks and I told to unpack her room and get it set up how she wants it. I set up the furniture for her and I want her to go through her belongings and weed out what she does and doesn't want. I explained that if I have to do it for her, I may get rid of things that she considers important and she will be disappointed. I have to assume that she doesn't care, because she hasn't even started unpacking. I will start on her room on Tuesday.
I know that some people think that 9 or 10-years-old is too young to be given such a task, but responsibility is something that I have taught my children since they were small. I started them on small chores at the age of 7 and I reward them them for completing their chores and schoolwork. I want them to learn the value and rewards of hard work. I want them to learn that there are consequences for not doing what they are supposed to do. I want them to understand that they are responsible for their own actions and to accept whatever reward or consequence that comes to them as a result of that action.
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