Friday, June 25, 2010
Last week, when Matt got home, he shared some sad sad news about a co-worker.
I guess the wife of his co-worker was approximately 6 months pregnant. She was having complications and had had many miscarriages prior to this pregnancy.
Matt informed me the baby had died and the wife had to deliver their child.
I lost it. I'm sure Matt lost it on the drive home.
At church the following Sunday, we asked people to pray for them. I lost it again. The sermon was so good & the guest speaker told a story of a father/son relationship involving baseball.
I lost it again. I had to fight going into the ugly cry.
Then last night, Matt said the co-worker was back at work. I asked, "Did you talk to him?"
"No. Megan, I don't know what to say & I'm afraid if I try to talk I'll start crying and he doesn't need that."
"Yeah, I feel like we should do something though. Maybe Matt, the guy just needs a hug."
"Hmmm, ya, you might be right."
So the family buried their first child and I can't stop thinking about them.
Sorry to be so 'debbie downer.' We were just thrown a fastball right down the gut of reality. It's good to get a reality check every once in a while.
Monday, June 21, 2010
What's it like carrying a turnip? Gassy and slightly bloating at times, but overall a pleasant experience unless you are sitting next to me. No one notices because Cooper's carrying something in him and he has the same problem as I.
I've not been doing much lately. In case you forgot, I have MS. With that, I avoid the heat like H1N1 and I stay indoors. I only come out at night to deweed my flower bed and water my butterfly bushes. I have been begging God to let it rain everyday until September. I think he's ignoring me.
Chloe has decided it's a 'gweat idea' to wake me up in the wee hours of the morning, "Mom, will you cover me up?" I guess she has forgotten how to do that herself. Lucky for her, I oblige because I always have to pee.
Cooper is still Cooper. That little boy, oh my. He had me at "PUSH! Congrat's it's a boy!" I've been like putty in his hands ever since. If he continues to avoid attempting to learn how to use the toilet we are going to have issues. I tell Matt all the time, "Unless you want a son who only pees while sitting when he's still 20, you HAVE to let him see you use the bathroom every once in a while." Matt's response to this. "Megan, he gets right in front of me and begins pointing and making noises like he's asking a question, all the while tilting his head ever so slightly to the left. It makes me uncomfortable." To this I say, "Fine, he'll be a squatter."
Now for the third child that will enter the Knox house in December. I often wonder where this little person is going to sleep after it leaves our room around 6 weeks of age. When Matt was a baby, I'm pretty sure he slept in a dresser drawer. I need to verify that with my MIL, but it is a possibility. Do you think DHS will be ok with that? What if I remove the drawer from the dresser and put a bumper on it?
Now for Matt and I. I keep telling that boy, "You want to make me happy? Take me out on a date." I've been giving him wonderful ideas. For instance, I gave two restaurants; Zio's and Thai food. Then I mentioned some activities, movies (We haven't been to a theatre in 6 years. Too much $$$ for us cheap-o's.) I can't remember if I mentioned anything else. OHH I might have said, we could go shopping for me some prego clothes. That always makes a girl feel special. You know, there's nothing like buying clothes to fit a fat woman. Ahh good times. I always leave the maternity store with a smile. (hahahaha, not)
So that's that.
Anyone really frustrated you can't comment?
I did that on purpose... ask a question you can't answer. (enter evil laugh)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Here's the second.
Smoked Gouda & Bacon Stuffed Pork Chops
My picture is blurry, but let me tell you this was so good. I'll give hints.
I used my cast iron skillet because it heats the best on our electric stove.
I didn't get it very hot, so the chops would cook evenly and not burn before they were done.
I stuck a toothpick in them to hold them together.
Even if you hate green onion, use it.
It was a one skillet meal.
My "meat man" pocketed the chops for me. If you have a Meat Man and by meat man I mean a meat market, have them cut the slits for you.
So there's two meals for dinner next week or this weekend. I can say, these two are very simple. I don't cook intricate meals, I don't have the time and they never come out tasting intricate. These were super simple and super delish. Try em!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
This is my Cooper 'riding' a bike and being held by Matt's cousin, Jacob.
This is my Cooper 'riding' a bike being held by Matt's Dad because when Jacob was done, Cooper was not.
This is Abigail... nuf said.
This is a picture of most of my nieces and nephews playing in the freshly poured volleyball court sand...
This is my Cooper, he likes hats of all shapes, sizes & purposes...
Here are my in-laws. We celebrated their 40th anniversary...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Under their chairs, there is a constant stain of some sort. It resembles pink yogurt, with a little oatmeal and possibly some pasta of some sort, all mixed together. It's dried so when I step on it, I only take away dried pasta.
I was sweeping the floor this afternoon. I swept over the pink stain and parts of the pasta came with the broom.
Why am I randomly telling you this?
I have a friend whose 2 year old son was kicked in the head by a horse. The dreams for their son changed that day. They now dream he will walk, talk, eat alone and read a book.
I quickly realized the annoying pink stain on my floor is something to be cherished. The pink stain is a symbol of the craziness that goes on in my house.
The pink stain represents the blessings I have.