A poem by Ashley

Here is a poem Ashley had to write the first day of school and they had homework. She said that her Literature teacher is really into poetry so they need to be prepared to study it a lot and write a lot of it.

Where I am From – By Ashley

I am from a binki I wouldn’t give up, and a blanket all warm and snuggly.
I am from cheese and peanut butter toast, the aroma from Maw Maw’s kitchen of chicken and rice.
I am from Aunt Cindy’s house with cats galor, and grandma Susie’s rickety old shack in Tennessee.
I am from brown eyes all the same, a dent in my chin and one dimple ont he left side of my check.
I am from “Stop before I bust your butt”, and “mellow out.”
I am from Smackdown every Friday, and yelling and screming and cheering, the Hardy Boyz are back!
I am from sisters, sisters every where and my baby brother may he rest in peace.
I am from a steak knife in a light socket, and naked baby pictures in the tub.
I am from Bobbie and Gary who molded me into the rotten but lovely young woman I am today.

Doctor’s Appointment Today…

Miss Tori-Beth gets her first set of shots today. I am so sad about that. I really hate that we have to poke and prod our kids. But, I know that they need to be protected I just wish that there was another way to do it. Her appointment is in a little bit, so, I have to start getting ready. And getting her ready.

I just hope she doesn’t get too upset and that they don’t make her all mean. I’ll let you know how she did.

Everyone have a great day!

Bunches to do today…

Well, I hardly got any sleep last night. Totally my fault I was up late talking to Stacy and my sister. I have a lot to do today. I always do that when I have a lot to do. But, I’ll sleep good tonight. Little Miss Tori-Beth is sitting her smiling at me as I type. I think she is amused at my trying to type around her with one hand. Tomorrow she goes for her two month shots and she will be 10 weeks old.

Oh my goodness, she is in double digits already. She loves to sit up and coo and smile. She is hardly ever in a bad mood which is awesome. I can’t believe how easy she is. She is so laid back and just likes to sit and smile and talk.

She is also amazed at her hands. She will sit and stare at them then try to stick them in her eye and get mad because poking her eye hurts. Then she’ll do it all over again. And when she is mad it isn’t like she is really mad. She isn’t loud she just kinda yells at her hand for a minute and then goes back to staring at it. It is really hilarious to watch.

Well, gotta get going with my day, I have lots to clean and sort through. Hopefully I get it done today because I don’t want to have to do anything tomorrow because I don’t know how she is going to react to getting her shots. Her voice just might come out yet.

Have a great day~!

Just a bunch of thoughts with a little wrestling thrown in…

These past few months have been nothing short of wonderful. I am so glad that I had little miss Tori. She is nothing but, a joy. She is smiling and cooing now and still loves to cuddle. She is sleeping most of the night. I just can’t believe how perfect she is. I still in the back of my mind try to find things wrong, but, there is nothing wrong with her. She spits up and I think that there is something wrong with her gastrointestinal tract or she has NEC, but, I have not been a wild woman calling the doctor and freaking out about it. I just mentally smack myself and tell myself to stop obsessing.

It is weird having a normal healthy baby after having one in NICU especially for how long we were in there. Not saying that even couple day stay is not hard, because it is. But, 8 1/2 months is really hard. I still find myself thinking that I have to weigh a diaper or I can’t wait until this evening when it is time to weigh her to see how many grams, yeah you heard it grams she has gained or lost.

There are no wires, no nothing… Just her. That is it. I get to take care of her. No nurses, no NICU. I get to sleep next to her every night and feel her breath (or her spit up, lol), on my cheek. She goes to sleep every night holding my finger and that is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

But, it makes me miss my Bubba so much more. I look at her trying to find a glimpse of JT in her. I don’t know why I do it. Probably because I just miss him so much. Then I do the what if game. But, I only let myself do this for 5 minutes a day. I have to deal with it or I will get depressed and I don’t want to do that. Not when I have a bunch of sweetness to love on. Oh yeah, a house to clean and wrestling to watch. lol.

By the way did any one see SmackDown Friday? It was really really good. Well, the beginning and the last 40 minutes. Sorry, Stacy, I can hear her groaning from here.

I totally love wrestling. I don’t know why, I guess it helps me decompress at the end of the week. Who knows?

Ok, back to the issue at hand… Go Hardy!!!…. oops did it again.

I sometimes think about what it would be like to have my almost 3 year old little man running around here. But, that probably wouldn’t be because we would probably be in Cincinnati post op from his transplant. Or who knows maybe we would be a year or more out from it? But, then again maybe we wouldn’t be. See these are the kinds of things that go through my mind for my 5 minutes.

But, God knows what he was and is doing, so, who am I to complain, or argue, or get upset about it. I will just be content with the two times a year that I set aside for him to celebrate his life. The day he was born, (he shares his birthday with Michael Jackson, how crazy is that?), and the day he was promoted to heaven. Because those are the only days that I have. But, I think about him daily. And his sister will grow up knowing that she had a brother. I won’t let his memory leave us. Because I am his memory keeper. And I am gonna keep it right here with us where it belongs.

Whew! Sorry about the deep stuff. But, I had to get it out.

Have an awesome spectacular, evening. And an awesome day tomorrow!

Who knows I might post my cleaning schedule tomorrow, you know you want to see it Stacy!!!