The BIG Cancer scare!

"For I know the plans I have for you," Declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." These were the words that kept running through my head this past Friday as I sat in the waiting room with my husband at The Breast Center in downtown Charlotte. You see about three weeks ago I found a lump in my right breast. To be honest I didn't know exactly what to fell for, I just knew that something didn't feel right to me. I immediately told my husband, Jeremy. I think he was more concerned at the time, then I was. He said "Dallas, I really think you should make an appointment" At first I kind of blew this off, and then I finally took his advice and called my OBGYN for an appointment. My appointment was set for 2:30 that same day. I went in and was patiently waiting for the doctor to arrive. I was thinking to myself, oh she will probably just say it is nothing and then I will be on my way. No worries right? Wrong! Much to my surprise after doing the breast exam, she did say that there was definitley something there and that it was hard to the touch, so she thought it best to make a referral to the Breast Center downtown. They would then perform a breast ultrasound. She did reassure me that is very rare that a 29 year old would be diagnosed with breast cancer, but to rule anything out, she thought it best to make the referral. She said it would most likey be a fibrocystic cyst. After speaking with her, and even though she tried to reassure me that it was probably nothing, that is when all the worrying began to sit in. What if I did  have the BIG C word? How much was my life about to change? I had so many negative thoughts running through my head.
After making the appointment, which was set for the following Friday, I immediately went outside and called my husband. I tried my best to sound calm. I did not want him to think I was worried. After speaking with him, I sat in my car and started to pray. I asked God to be with me and no matter what the outcome, for him to work in my life. I calmed myself down, turned on the radio and tried to think of a million other things, but that. It seemed to help for a little while. I decided not to tell anyone about my appointment. I thought there was no sense in getting everyone worked up, especially if it tunred out to be nothing. This was something Jeremy and I would keep to ourselves.
I went back to work that Monday and decided I better tell my Office Manager, Nikki, I needed Friday off for a doctor's appointment. I did make the decision to go ahead and tell her, that way there would be no issues with me having the day off. I was trying my best not to cry, but I let all the worrying get the best of me. I am so glad to have an Office Manager who is a Christian. We talked for a little while, and she assured me there would be no problems with me having the day off. I told her I just wanted to get it done and over with, so I could stop worrying so much. As the week went by I tried to think positive thoughts, but being human all these questions started popping into my head. I mostly thought about my son James. What if they did say I had breast cancer? How much would this effect my life? Panic began to sit in and I started to feel the all the effects of worrying so much. I had knots in my shoulders the size of mangos! Jeremy told me over and over again not to stress, but again I had way too much on my mind. What if I died? What would my husband do? I starting thinking of all the things I would miss out on. I went in James room and clung to him like it was the last day of my life. Poor child probably thinks I am crazy. I just couldn't help myself. I was letting all these negative thoughts consume me. That is when I realized that our God is a great God and he would be there for me and my family no matter what. It was time to put this in his hands and stop letting all this worry build up. It was doing nothing to help me and only making matters worse. Again I immediatley thought about the bible verse, Jeremiah 29:11. Thank you God for reminding me of your awesome and wonderful love. It is an unfailing love and I praise him for that!
Friday, the BIG day was here. Jeremy took the day off work, so he could come with me. I can't tell you what that meant to me. My appointment was set for 1:00, but we had to be there by 12:45. We got there, parked in the parking deck and made our way into the dotor's office. I signed in and then the waiting game began. The nurse came in and called the first patient back. Her husband stayed behind in the waiting room. (I tought this was a little strange, but let it slide). The next nurse came out and called my name and another ladies name. Again her husband stayed in the waiting room. I got up, made my way to the door and asked if Jeremy could come with me. That is when the nurse told me "No, I am sorry, but he can't" That is when I thought I was going to have a panic attack right there in the middle of the doctor's office. I still don't understand why he couldn't come with me. I then went from one waiting room to another. I could tell the lady beside me had been there before. We sat in silence for what seemed like for forever. I wanted to cry, but I reassured myself that God was right there with me, even if Jeremy couldn't be. The Ultrasound Tech came in and called "Mrs. Welch". I stood up and made my way down the hall way. We went into the room where the ultrasound was to be performed. We went though a series of questions. I think she could tell I was nervous, b/c she was trying her best to make me laugh. She said "okay, I am going to leave the room now, so you can get undressed" She said "Please get undressed from the WAIST UP" "Let me reemphasize from the WAIST UP" I got a little chuckled and said "well I did plan on leaving my pants on" She said "I would be surpirsed at some of the stuff she has seen." She went out and I put the gown on that they gave me. She came back in and began the ultraound. I heard a little Humm...which got me thinking again. She then said "let me run and get the radiologist" She assured me that this was procedure. The door opened five minutes later and the radiologist came in and introducd himself. He then got started on the ultraound again. I decided I would be brave and look up at the screen. That is when I heard the best words ever..."well it does not appear to be anything out of the ordinary. It appears to be a fatty nodule." I cannot even begin to tell you how releaved I felt from that point. I could finally put my mind at ease. I immediatley said "Thank You Lord, Thank You" The Ultrasound tech left and got Jeremy. I met him out in the hallway with a big smile on my face. I could tell that he was releaved too. We walked to the car, got in and we both said again "Thank You Lord" On the drive home I thought about all the woman who were there with me that day. I thought about all the women who weren't so lucky to get good news, like I did. This has been a real eye opener for me, and I cannot tell you how much this "scare" has impacted my life. I praise God for the good news and I ask that his blessings be upon those that were diagnosed that day. I want to ask and urge all ladies reading this to please do your monthly breast exams. No matter what age you are, you never know what tomorrow may bring. I also ask that you remember the above verse. That is God's promise to us and no matter what happens in life, we can trust that he has something wonderful for us in the end. Thank you God for your unfailing love!  

Random Thoughts That Make Me Laugh

So my bestie and I are always having these random thoughts of when we were younger and all the crazy things that have happened in our lives. You see for those who don't know, Amy and have been bestfriends or bestgirls, as we like to say, for as long as I can remember. There wasn't a weekend when we weren't at each other house. Anyhoo...today, like I do pretty much everyday, I was checking out my facebook page, when al these random and CrAzY thoughts and memories starting popping into my head. I recalled the time Amy and I decided to play "Floss Basketball". And yes, this is exactly what it sounds like...only our mouths were the hoop. We literally un-wound a box of floss, watted it into a ball and played "Floss Basketball". We were both doing pretty good, until Amy took a shot and I began to instantly choke. I literally had to flip my head upside down to keep this big ball of nasty peppermint floss from going down my throat! Can you imagine explaining that one to the doctor? Well, you see sir, my friend and I had this bright idea to play what we call "Floss Basketball"....how dumb were we. Ohh the things you will do when you are bored and a teenager!
"Floss Basketball" who would have ever thunk it? LOL...Good times!
After recalling "Floss Basketball", I also recalled a trip that we all took to Carowinds. When I say "we" I mean, Amy's older sister, Stacy, her boyfriend, Mickey at the time, Amy, and of course little ole me. Back in the day Carowinds was the BOMB...it was the place to be and we were definitley in on all the action...we had our season passes and everything. We were all geared up and ready to hit the park. We were walking to the entrance, and then all of the sudden, out of the middle of no where, IT HAPPENED. A bird literally took a crap in Stacy's hair! I will never forget the look on all our faces! This would be something Stacy would never live down. I know we all have our embarrsaing moments...but seriously a bird deciding to use your head, as it's own personal bathroom. Now that's just funny! We didn't let this ruin our day though...we were determined to catch ThunderRoad, bird dootie and all! I feel sorry for the people riding behind her...they might have caught a taste of that bird dootie in their mouths! Haha! I can see it now!
I have SO many more stories that I could tell, but that would literally take me days...maybe next time, but until then, I will be thinking of more random thoughts that make me laugh!

My Son and Mickey Mouse-"Ohh Toodles"

I don't know how many of you have seen the "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" cartoon show that airs on the Disney Chanel. I am sure for those who have younger kids, they will know exactly what I am talking about. Anyway, in the show, Mickey and his clubhouse friends are always faced with different problems/puzzles that they have to solve. In each show, there friend, Toodles, brings them all their mousekatools they will need to help solve the problem. Mousekatools are different tools Mickey and his friends can use to help guide them on there way. There are usually four or five tools and a Mystery Mousekatool. For example, there might be a ladder, a bucket, scissors....you get the idea. So, anytime Mickey or one of his friends needs help with something they say..."Ohh Toodles" and here comes Toodles with all the Mousekatools for them to choose from.
Last night, James and Jeremy were in the living room, playing catch and bouncing his bouncy ball around. James loves to throw this as hard as he can just to see where it will go. Well last night he threw it and it just so happened to land in the kicthen sink. James of course goes running after it, only to realize he is much too short to reach in the kitchen sink and get this out. After standing on his tippy toes for about a minute and reaching his arms as far as he could. He finally calls out..."Ohh Toodles" Jeremy and I immediately started laughing, but James was seriously waiting for Toodles to arrive with his Mousekatools. I still get a kick out of it thinking about it right now. This just goes to show how much little kids do pay attention. I did eventually get the ball out for him, but it was fun listening to him cry out "Ohh Toodles" for a good while. I just thought I would share, as I got the biggest kick out of this! Thanks!

My New Job = God Send

I just want to thank the Lord for my new job! It is fantastic, the people are wonderful and I definitely know this was a God send. I had been praying to God, that if in fact, I did have to go back to work, to please let me find something close to the house and in the healthcare field. Don't ever tell me that God does not answer prayers...he gave me exactly what I wanted! I now work at Symbeo Healthcare Communications in Denver, NC. It is a whole lot different working in a smaller office. There are only six of us here and I love it! No more GOSSIP and DRAMA to deal with! Can I get an Amen?
Thank you God for answering my prayers! I still have a lot to learn, but I know that God has something bigger and better in store for me. He always does!

Race Days with my Daddy...

I thank God for blessing me with the World's GREATEST Parents. I don't know what I did to deserve such loving parents as they are. In the dictionary, the word Mother is defined as the person who gives birth to a child and the word Father is defined as a man who raises a child. My parents did much more than raise me, they gave me life. They taught me what it means to truly love someone. At the end of the day, no matter what has happened, I can count on them to be my biggest fans. God has truly blessed me!
Growing up, I guess you could say I was Daddy's little girl. My Dad was a BIG Dale Earnhardt fan...if ever a race was on, I guarantee we were watching it. I can remember Dad taking me to the races at the Metrolina Expo. This was just right up the road from our house and every Friday night there was a race. On occassion I would go with Dad and his buddy, Scott. Scott is a CrAzY guy, but that is another story in itself. I can remember going with them and sitting in the stands. It always smelt of beer and chewing tabacco. Scott would call this his survival kit...anyhoo..Dad would always spoil me and buy me nachos and ice cream and anything else my heart desired. I personally think he was just trying to keep me happy. Either way, I enjoyed myself. Dad also took me to a race in Rockingham one time. That's when the shoe lace hair bows were REAL popular and every little girl just had to have one. Dad of course bought me a Dale Earnhardt shoe lace bow. It was huge and had the Intimadator's colors down pat. In the middle of it was a giant 3. I can still picture it to this day. I wonder how silly I looked rocking that big ole bow in my hair? Man were those the days! On the way there, Dad and I stopped by the local Walmart (Wally World) and bought him and I the coolest shades ever. Hello..it was only suppsosed to be in the Upper 90's and clear skies everywhere. At least our faces wouldn't look like lobsters. I can't remember who won the race that day, but I can remember being there and getting to spend that time with my Dad. That is something no one can ever take away from me and something I will always cherish. I wish I could find that shoe lace hairbow...don't think I won't seriously rock this out and start this trend again. Look out world..history does like to repeat itself. Haha!
Of course these are only a few examples I have of getting to spend some quality time with my Daddy. I hope he knows how much I love and appreciate him.
Right now, my Dad is in the hospital and I have been asking everyone to pray for him. He had surgery to remove a tumor from his colon. The pathologist is going to look into this and we should know something in regards to the biopsy results within the next few days. We are all hoping and praying for the best. We all know this is in God's hands and I put my complete faith and trust in him. No matter what the outcome, I know my Daddy will be okay. He is a strong man! I just wanted to ask everyone to please lift him up in your prayers. Pray for healing and complete recuperation. Tonight while at the hospital my Dad simply said..he would much rather be working than to go through this again. He also said he guesses he won't be cutting the grass this weekend. That is my Dad for you! I appreciate all your thoughts and prayers, they are greatly appreciated.

My Butter Bean is turning TWO!

Holy Crap! I cannot believe my baby boy will be two years old in less then 10 days!!!! That seriously blows my mind. Seems like just yesterday I was in labor with him. I sure don't miss the pain, but I will never forget the moment the doctors held my beautiful son up and I got to see him for the first time. It was love at first sight and I never will forget that moment. James Ryan Welch, that would be his name. My miracle had finally arrived. Now time to spoil him! That was March 21st 2009. James was born at 10:33am and weighed 6lbs. 13oz. He was 20 inches long and had the most precious face in the entire world. I remember thinking (whew) no carrot top hair! That was a close one! Mom had always teased me about having a little boy with bright red hair and freckles everywhere. Well, she was right about the whole boy part and red hair, just not bright red! It was a little while before I finally got to hold my son for the first time. I had to have an emergency c-section, as James was breech. When I finally did get to hold him, it was the proudest moment of my life. That is where the photo shoots all began. I don't think there has been a day since that I haven't snapped a quick photo of him. Poor thing, it is a miracle he didn't go blind. James is so used to it now, when I say cheese, he literally strikes a pose. I love that little monkey so much! Look out Calvin Klein models, here come James Welch! He could get away with anything with those BIG beautiful blue eyes!
God has truly blessed me. James has been content from day one! He is such a good baby. He always just goes with the flow. When he smiles, it melts my heart. He has the best laugh ever! It's no wonder he has so many nicknames. I don't know how in the world I came up with Butter Bean. I am sure it will be embrassing to him later, but for now, he is and will always be my Butter Bean. Jeremy likes to call him Stinkbug. Mom likes to call him Nugget . Poor kid...it took him a while to catch onto his real name.
I remember when Jeremy first told me we could start "trying" to have a kid. We were at Folly Beach, eating outside at the Taco Boy when he first mentioned it. It was a late anniversary trip for us. That was early March and come July of 2009, I was pregnant with James. The funny thing is, Jeremy knew I was pregnant before I did. He came one day after playing golf and said "you are pregnant". I just shook my head no and looked at him like he was crazy. I said "why do you say that?" His was response was that he had hit his golf ball into the woods that day and when he went to go pick up, what he thought was his golf ball, he turned it over only to find that it said "World's greatest Dad" now how weird and amazing is that? If that wasn't God talking, then I don't know what is. Sure enough that week and I went and bought a pregnancy test and it came up positive. I remember sitting there and thinking "oh my gosh I am pregnant" I kept repeating that over and over again in my head. I immediately went back to Walmart and bought two outfits. One for a boy and one for a little girl. I also got a card for Jeremy to open. I called him when I got home and asked what time he thought he might get home that night. I was dying to tell someone. I couldn't hold it in any longer. So sure enough Jeremy got home and I had the card all ready to give him. So I hand it to him and his stinkin butt just sits it to the side. I am thinking are you kidding me right now? OPEN THE FREAKIN CARD ALREADY. Finally after saying "are you going to open that" fifty billion times, Jeremy looks at me and says "why? I already know what it is." I said "just open it" So finally he did. I guess I would have liked for it to be a little bit more of a surprise, but honestly it wasn't. I then brought the clothes in that I had bought. Jeremy took one look and says "I don't know why you bought little girls clothes, we are having a boy" Well, I guess he was right! He is the sweetest most perfect gift from God I could ever ask for. There is not a day that goes by that I don't thank God for him! I will be sad knowing that my baby boy is turning two, but at the same time, I will rejoice in the fact that God has given me one more year with him! I love you Butter Bean!

My Cousin, Kristin

If you have been following my blog, then you know every once in awhile, I like to blog about those that are very near and dear to me. Today I have decided on my cousin, Kristin. Not only is Kristin my cousin, but she is more like a sister. We have been there for each other through thick and then. We have always been very close. I guess it is because I was born in May of 1982 and shortly after here came Kristin in July of 1982. Growing up we did everything together. Both are Dad's played softball together, so there wasn't a weekend that went by that we didn't see each other. Man I remember those days. That was when the BIG 80's hairstyles were in...I can picture all the players wives in my head right now. I can also remember the screaming..."Okay Defense Now" "Defense" "You Gotta Hold Em, You Gotta Hold Em" "Three Up, Three Down" Softball pretty much consumed all our lives. It was funny because not only did My Dad, Larry and his brother John play together, but John's (Kristin's Dad) brother in law, Randy also played. Growing up it was Nichole, Chris, Summer, Kristin, Michelle, Josh and I. Poor Chris, he was the only boy until Josh came along. Chris and Summer are Randy's kids and Nichole and Michelle are my sisters. Josh is Kristin's younger brother...if that all makes since! Since Chris was the only boy, we pretty much made him do everything. Especially when it came to pushing all us girls in the tire swing. I remember when my Dad's team won the tournanment and it was off to Atlanta, Georgia for all of us. All us kids climbed into the jucuzzi and we made our own little whirlpool. Like I said those were the days. Kristin and I would always spend the night with each other on the weekends, if we weren't already out with some of our other friends. When we were younger Kristin's parents used to live accross the street from their church and I always thought that was so neat for whatever reason. I guess it's because whenever I would stay the nights on Saturday I knew we wouldn't have to get up so early for church the next morning. We could just walk over and be there in less than five minutes. They also lived beside their Pastor, which I also thought was really neat. I think the Pastor's kid, David had a thing for Kristin. He was always trying to show off in front of us.
There were many a slumber parties as you can imagine, but one always seems to stick out in my head. I am not sure how old Kristin and I were, but if you were there, then you know exactly what I am talking about. I guess us girls were being pretty loud and keeping both Betty and John awake. There were probably 12 girls total that night "sleeping" in the living room. Summer and I were lucky b/c we both had the couch. Anyway, I guess it was John's bright idea to come up to the living room window with a pitchfork and literally SCARE the living day lights out of us. I was the first person to see the image b/c I was facing the window. I am sure my face was priceless. Kristin and Summer were both looking at me and asked "What's Wrong?" I said "Look out the window" Thus the blood curdling screaming began. One girl even went into Shock, I think. Betty and John both thought this was just so hysterical. I am sure the look on our faces were priceless! Needless to say we were pretty quiet the rest of the night. That is one slumber party I will never forget.
Kristin and I have also been on many beach trips together. Our grandparents used to own a beach house in Long Beach, NC. Most people refer to this as Oak Island. Growing up, there weren't many people/things to do there, but now it is booming. It is no Myrtle Beach by any means, but getting there. We always went to the Beach together, whether it be her coming with me or me going with her and her parents. We always slept in the same back bedroom and would be up all night giggling and carrying on. We talked about the craziest things and did the craziest things. We also took the dumbest pictures together ever. If I can find any, I will post them. You can definitley tell it's the late 80's early 90's by what we have on. We would go deep sea fishing together and be out all day with John and Betty. It is a miracle that I never once got sea sick. I would always pretend to take the sea sick pill, but could never swallow the thing, so I would just fake it. Like I said it is a MIRACLE I never got sick. Praise be to God for that! Kristin and I would always sit at the very front of the boat. We liked it there because we could see everything and the waves would crash into our faces. That always felt so good on those HOT Summer days. After fishing all day, we would walk over to the pier. This wasn't just any pier mind you, but the longest pier in NC or maybe the US I believe. I can't remember off the top of my head. I just remember I used to get scared walking on it. Kristin was the brave one. She always wanted to go to the very end. The pier was so long, that you could go King Maceral (spelling) fishing off of it. I used to look down through the cracks and pray to God we didn't fall through. Kristin wasn't much for going into the water b/c she had been stung by a jelly fish one year. We never did go swimming by the pier after that incident. Too many jelly fish swimming by there. As we got older and could drive at the beach we could go out and do our own things. We both got our belly buttons pierced while at the Beach. Man I wish I was still that skinny! Kristin even pretended to get a real tattoo just to wig her Mom out one night. It worked for all of fives minutes. I thought Betty was going to have a heart attack right there at the fish camp! I was also at the beach with Kristin when Jeremy proposed to me. She pretty much knew what was going on the whole time and never once spilled the beans to me. I was glad to have her there. That is something I will never forget! We have had many wonderful vacations together including Mexico! Ohhh to be there right now....Ohhh Alex! (Kristin knows what I am talking about).
Kristin and I have also worked together. The pay wasn't all that great, but again that too is something I will never forget. We worked together at good Ole Council on Education and Management. I am sure everyone there thought we were both crazy. Our desks were side and by side and we would literally pass notes over the tops of our cubicles just to be funny. We both met some of the wildest and craziest people there. We had lots of good times while there! Even though the pay wasn't the best, the people are what made Council, Council. It is a great thing waking up and actually looking forward to going into the job everyday. Stacy, Marquisha, Dawn and Kia, you ladies rock! I wish I still looked like Malibu Barbie as ya'll use to call me!Man we had some good times! (Side Note- Stacy, it's time for that Council reunion you have been talking about! )
I have been there with Kristin through all the boy drama too. I recall one boyfriend, Lord he was a looker, but boy was he the jealous kind. His name was Adam. I remember meeting him for the first time and my face probably turned 10 shades of red. Hallejuiah that boy was FINE! I was thinking "@#$% girl you sure know how to pick em" Ummm, Ummm, Ummm....we better move on now. Oh yeah, then there was Jeremy. Good Ole Jeremy Ferris. I about died when Kristin told me his name. I knew him from Middle School and he had dated two of my other friends. I forget how they met, I am thinking at Lowes, but can't recall. Then came Mr. Randall Dane Deighan. I know I am leaving a few guys out, but I cannot recall their names and these are the one's that stuck out. Randall was stationed over Seas in Iraq and Kristin and Randall would chat via the internet and on the phone when they could. They started dating over the phone in late May, early June of 2004. I could tell Kristin had it bad for this guy when she would set her alarm at 3 in the morning just so she could be awake when he called her. We sent him many pictures and a care package. I knew she had fallen hard. When he got a break from Iraq Kristin and Randall made plans to meet up. That was it, the girl was hooked. I finally got the chance to meet Randall one night at Kabuto's in Huntersville and he was exactly as Kristin described him. While introducing himself he gave me a big hug and said "well it's finally nice to meet you." Sure enough they had hit it off and he definitely had my approval. Not that it mattered. When Randall had to go back and finish out his duty, I thought this would kill Kristin, but somehow she made it through. She always does! That's my Kristin, a fighter and a believer. They now have the most beautiful little boy, Jackson. I always told Kristin we would be pregnant at the same time and sure enough I was right. James came in late March of 2009 and Jackson arrived in April. BFFE's for life...at least that is what James says. That means Bestfriends, Forever and Ever. They are both precious little monkeys!
Kristin and I have been through thick and then, through good times and bad times, but one thing has always remained the same, Kristin has and always will be a fighter. Kristin, Honey, I don't know if and when you will read this, and I know times are VERY hard for you right now, but please no that no matter what, I love you and you are much more that just a cousin to me! You are like a sister. You are a fighter and you have more spirit than anybody I know. You can and will overcome the hard times that life throws at you. I hope that you yourself believe that. I know I do. Please know that I am here for you. I think about you daily and I am praying for you! Always know that God is in control and with him we can and will overcome anything...he is ALWAYS victorious and nothing and no one, not even the devil himself can defeat him. Through Christ Jesus we can do all things! I know you miss your Dad more than anything in the world and would give anything just to talk to him one more time. Please know that he loves you no matter what your faults and that he would never give up on you. I see his spirit living in you. Please don't ever take that forgranted! I love you Pooter! Love,
-Dally-

Some sides notes for you...

Fristin
Dally
"Dang that plane is flying"
BFFE
Ohh Alex
Oh you want Sex on the Beach?

The Terrible Two's Are Quickly Approaching!

Okay, so let me just tell you a little about my night and my morning so far on this fine day of January 12th 2011. To start I went to bed around 11:00ish last night ( No Biggie), then of course like I do every night I wake up and have to go pee-pee in the potty. That was around 1:45 this am. At approximatley 3:06am I am awakened my James screaming crying in his bedroom. I hop out of bed and run in to console him. I pick him up, rub his back and pat his little bumper and say "It's okay baby, Momma's here" Finally after about ten minutes of rubbing and patting his bumper I lay him back down. ( Yea I can go back to bed) NOT! I walk out and turn out the bathroom light, get half way to my bedroom and the crying starts all over again. I stand there for a minute hoping and praying he will just shut his eyes and go back to sleep. I figured he would since he never did take a nap yesterday! Nope, couldn't be that lucky. So, needless to say, I go back in there, pick him and start the whole rubbing and patting routine. This time I take him into the living room and sit on the couch, while his little head lays on my shoulder. I glance at the clock, I am thinking another ten minutes and we will be good to go. Maybe it was a sign from God that I should have just quit thinking...30 minutes later, he is finally back asleep. I slowly make my way off the couch and into his room. I turn the covers back and lay him down...again I am thinking "YES!" I turn around to leave and up stands James in his crib and thus the crying begins (AGAIN). This time I pick him up and take into Momma and Daddy's bedroom. Jeremy flips the covers back for us and in the bed we come...finally PEACE and QUIET! Awwww, yeah, that lasted all of five minutes. I never knew a little boy could toss and turn so much and take up so much pillow space. Mean while, Jeremy my husband is knocked out once again. So, I now have half my body hanging off the edge of the bed, James head in my face and then the snorning begins. Not only is James now snorning in my ear, but Jeremy (my lovely husband) is now snoring like a FREIGHT TRAIN. I try kicking him under the covers...that worked for all of ten minutes and then he was back at it again. James kept waking up and not realizing where he was at started freaking out. By this time it is 6:50am and I know that my husbands phone alarm goes off at 7:15am-FUN! Finally at 7:45 Jeremy rolls out of bed and gets dressed and ready to leave for work. He kisses me and James goodbye and tells James (who is now bright eyed and bushy tailed) to go back to sleep, or night-night I should say. James looks up at him and rolls over and sticks his little butt up in the air and head on his pillow. HALLEJUIAH!!!! Out the door Jeremy goes...yes, fnally it has happened, I and James and can go back to bed. NOTTTTTT! 5 minutes later, James thinks it's play time and off the bed he goes! ARRRRGGGG!
So, we get up, turn on some cartoons, let him play for a little while and our day begins. 8:30 comes and I decide it's time for breakfast. After breakfast I need to take a potty break. James of course follows me into the restroom and attempts to throw two balls into the toliet bowl. That didn't happen. So, I proceed to wash my hands and while I have my back turned, James lifts the toliet seat and in goes one of his cars. That was time out number one for the day. He thens tries playing with one of my new candle holders from Ikea and knocked one of the speakers from the tv into the floor. I walk into the guest bathroom to do some cleaning and lift the toliet seat, and low and behold what do I see floating in the very bottom of the toliet bowl? James' motorcycle. That was timeout number two for the day. I then go into the the bedroom and proceed to put some clothes away, while in the bedroom, I hear a loud noise, so I walk back into the living room and James is sitting perfectly still, just as I left him. So, I look around to see what the noise could have been and don't see anything. A minute later I walk back over to let James out of time out and what do I see in my glass of tea? My PHONE!!!!! That was a spanking and time out number three, this is all before 12:00 may I remind you! Needless to say, I have had one adventerous night and day. I will be sooooooo soooooo HAPPY when nap time rolls around today! And he will be taking a nap today, whether he likes it or not! Hopefully he doesn't bat those BIG BLUE eyes at me-it's not going to work today! Praying my phone also works correctly! Terrible Two's I am NOT looking forward to you! ARRRRGGG (that's my pirate voice).