The End Is Near! (Not a Religious Statement)

I went to TWU yesterday to see about changing majors. Well, needless to say, if I had stayed on my current track, I would have finished in May 2010, with the way TWU's scheduling system goes. But, after talking to a wonderful advisor, filing some paperwork at the registrar's office, and going over schedules, it is done!! I am no longer an English major, I am now a General Studies major. I am no longer graduating in 2010, but now, ladies and gentlemen, I am graduating in MAY!!!! W00T!! That's right. 18 hours. That's it. I have three classes this semester, and three next semester. I am going to FINALLY do this!!

This brings me to a preachy moment. I have heard women saying, "Oh, i can't go back to college, I can't afford it/I'm a SAHM/I don't have the time/yadda-yadda-yadda" Okay, all those excuses are BS!!!! It took me 14 - YES, 14 years (by the time I walk across the stage)!!! I started in 1995. But I did it! Sometimes I could only take one class at a time. I had to take a few semesters off due to moving to Austin, legal troubles, pregnancy, wedding, pregnancy, baby, etc. It was slow going. But I did it.

So if you think it's not possible, think again!!

So, just FYI, the next person that comes up to me and says "Oh I just can't . . ." I will tell you to your face that that's a cop-out. Just be warned . . .

On a side note, after a week of feaver, night wakings, screaming, crying, rashes, diarrhea, swollen gums . . . we now have FOUR teeth instead of TWO!

4 nights of screaming $0, but really annoying
3 days of high (101) feaver $0, but a little scary
2 bottles of feaver reducer $8
1 case of roseola $0 - but unnerving for mom

Finally getting it all done and over with . . . until the next tooth, anyway?


. . . Priceless

Moments that make it all worthwhile . . .

Yes. The duck is pink, LOL. He is saying Duck, by the way. How do I know? Because Ronnie is "Da" or "A-Da". Jacob is CLEARLY saying "Duh"!

How Time Flies . . .

I was looking at my children (well, the two youngest since the two oldest are at their mom's) this morning and it utterly amazes me how quickly time goes.

Emily is speaking plainly (if you ever knew her before, you would remember she has had quite the speech impediment). She is also reading 3 and 4 letter words (with help, although she's getting quite good at sight words). She loves to dance and sing, and makes up songs ALL the time. Her hair is down to her waist.

I remember, not so long ago, that I was so worried that her hair would NEVER grow, that no one besides me would EVER understand her, and I never imagined she would be reading. My baby girl is not a baby anymore. In just over a year, she will be in Kindergarten. I am in awe . . .

Jacob is crawling, pulling up, trying to move while holding on to fingers or the couch, has two teeth popping up, eating REAL food, and communicating somewhat with signs and gestures. I can't believe my son is eight months old. It seems like only last week that he entered my world. He has grown by leaps and bounds - he's already in 9-12 month clothes!

I am so enamoured with my children. I feel like God has blessed me so much.

Summer in the midst . . .

I love Summer. I really do. But I get so worried. Am I going to be able to handle Emily and Jake 24-7 and NOT lose my sanity? Not to mention the weeks that we are going to have Garrett and Christin in towe. I love my kids. All four of them. But I am so worried that I am going to want to kill them by the time school starts again!

Even today, Garrett and Christin are out of school today, so we have them until Monday. They are every so slightly starting to drive me banannas. Christin is helping a lot with Jake, but Garrett can't seem to NOT be argumentative with everyone - including me.

I have a TON of cleaning to do. My house looks like four tornadoes, a hurricane, and a land-fill hit it. My kitchen is not just nasty - its NAAAAASSSSTYYY . . . I have stuff on the walls and cabinets that I never noticed before Ronnie pointed it out to me. Hopefully this summer will bring control. I have to control the clutter and not let it control me!

So this summer should be interesting. I just hope I don't become the wicked step-mother!

By the way - Jacob sat up all by himself this past week! It was the coolest thing. Now, he'll yell ("Eh!!!") and make sure SOMEONE is watching him before he pushes up onto his tushie. Then he'll smile and go "Yeeeeah!!" and clap. LOL. He's so fun. I love having a baby again!