Birthday Party

A solution that will ultimately equal fun no matter what circumstances.

Cake

Pizza

Water Balloons

Camp Fire with Smores

Good Friends

And a little boy turning 4.

1460 Days Old

Uncomfortable sticky mess, I was laying there looking at gummy bears wishing that I had a steak. Dad was sitting next to me watching a hockey game, hoping for a win. In more ways that one. Grandma had made some phone calls, been back for a little while. Your Aunt standing there restlessly making sure that they don’t make anymore mistakes. I felt pain,  a kick. Everything got so loud and bright. The room before being a dim relaxing spot became busy. Your heartbeat drop to a dangerous point and all your dad could do was do what he does best. Save us. He screamed for the nurse, all I could see was faces, everywhere. A mask was put on me, I started blacking out. We were rushed into a room, with a lot of needles. I kept talking, I don’t remember what I was talking about. They laid me down, put a cover on me. Your dad kept telling me it was going to be okay. I tried to believe him but it was the scariest moment of my life.

You were born.

The love for one’s child grows each day. It’s not just a switch of a light where you look at this being and all the world makes sense. It’s the complete opposite. Nothing makes sense, no control. This love, never ending love just keeps growing. Pure nature. Thinking that when you were born, you were saved. But truthfully, you have saved me.

As much as you are who you are, I never want you to change. I never want you to know pain or hate or greed. Stay true to who you are, never let anyone down. Care for those who love you and don’t love you. Because the ones who don’t, need it the most. Take the time and remember those who have stood by you all these years, never forget those who we have lost. You have so much strength and courage, don’t ever stop.

Never stop.

Watching you sleep, hearing your heartbeat is the most peaceful moment in the world. Twitching slight, sprawled out however you want to.

You run by the beat of your own drum. Energy and happiness surges through your veins. Never a jealous, angry, hateful thought in your mind. You love everything and anyone unconditionally. Forgiving so much for so little years.

The smile radiates across your face. Oh, that smile. I imagine that one day, a lucky lady will fall in love with that smile just as much as I have. So big, so honest.

Words that have been said over and over again, and they never get old… I love you son.

Happy forth birthday.

Thank you!

On Thursday I received a award by a LeeAnn at The Life of Rylie... and Bryce too!

She's such a sweet lady and her children are adorable. LeeAnn is one, and maybe only woman, I know that has convinced her husband that blogging isn't a cult. And we're not some angry women who hate men and bitch about the dishes.  (oops, that's just me) 

Who else can have their husband hug a cute little stuffed animal like it's Christmas?

Here is how this award works:
•To receive this award, promise to share this with 10 other BLOGS that you think are Trendy too.
•Post about your award in your blog.
•List your Top 10 Trendy Blogs.
•Share with them.
•Leave a link to the Trendy Blog Button.
•Tell them they need to give this award out to 10 as well.

I am passing this award on to these 10 blogs that I think are trendy: 

Lemons to Lemonade

Punk Rock Mamma

Just Hide the Dishes in the Dryer

This Lovely Life

Twenty Little Toes

The litany of Brittiany 

Mom's the Glue

Adventures in Mommywood

Nomies Eco Ware

Skinned Knees

Thirteen Thursday- Blogging Rocks

Ok… it’s 11:43pm here and Thursday isn’t over.

I am so not cheating.

13 reasons why blogging is rocks my socks!

1. We get to speak our mind without look at people in the eye. It so helps.
 

2. It truly gets us away from the kids. Computer coma is great.
 

3. F-ing around with your blog page is more stressing than trying to design the white house dining room but it’s so worth it.
 

4. You can totally put some picture of yourself up on here to make you look hot and wild. But you’re actually a strung out mom drinking coffee out of the pot.
 

5. Reading blog posts where woman are pissed off at someone are better than watching a soap opera. It gets better at each comment.
 

6. Learning about different products and how much some of them suck. I wish I did this three years ago.
 

7. It’s like a 24/7 party and it never ends.
 

8. You don’t have to drag around a huge wad of pictures with you to show off your kids. Just click post!
 

9. Never in my life have I learned so much about html. And it rocks to the point where I’m thinking about doing this for a career.
 

10. You
 

11. Girls
 

12.  Are

13 .AWESOME!

Wordless Wednesday - A Day at the Playground

I'll be the first to say this...

My header sucks.

I've been fooling around with this thing for the past two days.

Does anyone of anyone who can do headers for cheap? 

Like so cheap it doesn't cost money?

I don't make any money off of this blog. Seriously.

I'll be your slave for a day... if you like a lazy one who complains and sits there all day drinking coffee.

I don't need the whole blog re-done. I'm working on that as we speak. Literly.

But I do need help with the header.

Sooo...

Help?

 

***UPDATE***

I found Scrapblog which I think is the best thing known to man... except toliet paper and the internet.

I redid the header. I don't have Lucy on there anymore but I do have a birdie. 

His name is Frank.

Say hi to Frank, I think he's gonna stick around for a while. 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

I’m not really sure if I should post this.

It’s pretty damned disgusting.

Ok… I’m going to link it back, so I don’t wreck havoc on everyone’s readers.

Here

It’s a chicken wing. I live in Buffalo, NY. It’s a daily thing here.

But if you notice on top of it…

Feathers.

Yes… feathers.

I called the pizza place, shaking on the phone. If you recognize the place by the box, this happened in the one in Hamburg not Orchard Park. I've been going to the one in O.P. since I was seven.

Never in my LIFE have I come across this.

If I had bitched harder then it would have been bad.  But I didn’t. I know how it is in food service, sometimes things go unnoticed. It was 90 degrees in Western NY today, we’re not use to the heat.

But FEATHERS?!

Ew.