Monday, August 20, 2012

First Day of School 2012-2013

Chloe Joy is now a Kindergardener! What?!
She still loves dresses and would wear one every single day along with her flip flops every single day if allowed. She is not allowed to wear that combo on PE days; school rules. She loves school.
Before heading to the school. One shot of Dad with his two oldest.
Cooper is a Pre-Ker! He got Chloe's teacher from last year and you do not even know how happy that made me. She is perfect for Coop and I know she will be able to teach him in the way he will learn and understand. He still loves his Superheroes and his closet consists of nothing else. After three days of school, I could already tell a big difference in him. He literally grew up in what seemed like overnight.

The whole crew. I am 37 weeks large.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Birthday Girl

Turning 6 is a big deal!

I asked Chloe what she wanted to do for her birthday. Her response was, "Go to a ho-tel." (That is how she says it.) Perfect! Matt and I were all about that idea because that meant we could stay in town and not travel or spend that much money. We figure why set the bar too high so early. haha

I booked a room at a new hotel downtown. We checked in and the kids went swimming. The evening ended up being amazing and for August that was a rare treat. After swimming, I took Colbie up to bed and Matt took Chloe and Cooper to the Kiddie Park to ride rides. They had a blast!

We woke the next morning and walked across the street to the local farmer's market. A local baker has the yummiest cinammon rolls which we normally buy every Saturday morning. With cinammon rolls in hand we headed to the patio of the hotel's restaurant. It was such a lovely morning! Walking back to our room, we took the long way around the hotel and I spotted this beauty.

My first Luna Moth sighting. Chloe was intimidated by its size. Both of us have only seen them in pictures. When she saw this one, she was taken aback by how large it actually was in real life. I was so excited. Yes, I'm a nerd but how can you NOT be amazed by this creation?!
She didn't want to get much closer. haha As we were leaving she begged to hold it and I told her no. I read later that they die within a week of being a moth. I felt bad because she could have held it and it wouldn't have mattered. Next time Chloe Joy, I will let you hold the Luna Moth.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Needles of Torture.

You want to see a grown woman get choked up? Ask her to hold her daughter's arms like she is a criminal so a nurse can poke her three times in her scrawny 38 pound legs with a torture device filled with what was describe by your daughter as acid. (Acid is my word not hers.)

You want to see a grown MAN get choked up? Ask him to hold his son down like he is a deranged lunatic so a nurse can poke him three times in his scrawny 37 pound legs with a torture device filled with what seemed like fire and listen to you son beg for mercy and shake with pain. <---- That my friends brings a strong man to tears. My tears came when I was driving home and I no longer needed to hide it.

Taking an infant in for shots is nothing. I'd much rather do that than what I had to endure today ever. again! I just realized I get to do it two more times and Coop probably will get some for Kinder next year. Joy.

Driving home, reliving the screams of horror and pain I started thinking.

I bet it brings that unswallowable lump in God's throat to see His children in pain.

When the kids were done, we held them for a long time while they cried and we reassured them it was over and going to be o.k. So thankful we have His lap to climb into so we can cry while He reassures us it's going to be o.k.

Now I must go mend my hurting heart.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Letting Go

"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 hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11

Boy is that a verse that is used A LOT! If I am being honest, it can be annoying to hear it. It's like the go to verse when people are going through something. It's the verse for "Ohhhh, I'll pray for you." It's the "I don't know what else to say and I have this one verse memorized so I'm going to use that and hope it makes you feel better" verse.

One might go as far as to say "Jeremiah 29:11 is the 'bless your heart' of the Bible." Ok, so I'll go as far as to say that.

Not doggin' the Bible! Just that verse gets used for everything in life from the big events to the little.

All that to say is, God used this verse on me this morning and I had a good tearful laugh/cry while on a spin bike. I guess God said, "Bless your heart, Megan."

Hubs and I had just received the 'no news news' on the house. Up until today I have been good. I have been ever so patient. I haven't worried or fretted or really even cared. Then today's call came. (see previous post on the no info info we got)

I hung up the phone, walk in to spin class with blurry teary eyes, trying to hide it, hop on a bike and just start asking God "What's going on?"

I'm waffling back and forth on what we should do; wait or walk, wait or walk......

Then I remember an event in my life that I wish I had walked and I have regretted it ever since.

When we worked at the boy's ranch, there was an event that took place that ended with me bawling my eyes out in a closet telling Matt to pack our stuff, we are out of here.

I finally came out of the closet, (hehe) and calmed down and changed my mind, I wanted to stay. Looking back, I should have ran to the nearest U-Haul place, grabbed a truck and left the ranch in my dust, but I didn't and the pain that followed was nearly unbearable. The anger and bitterness I held on to nearly destroyed me.

Back to the spin bike:

I'm peddling, at a rather slow rate because of the the giant baby in my belly, and those memories flood my mind as does Jeremiah 29:11. "For I know the plans. Period." The first part of the verse was echoing in my head. "For I know the plans. For I know the plans."

He said, "Megan, do you believe that I truly know the plans for your family's life? Remember there is more to what I said, "to prosper you, Megan. Not to harm you, to give you hope and a future."

Side note: Prosper doesn't always mean cash money in the bank. I think it mostly means, happiness and joy.

"For HE knows the plans."

I realized I need to let go of this vision of my family in this house. I am letting go of the massive square footage and the 3 full baths. I am letting go of the family room where I saw all of us watching movies. I am letting go of the great neighborhood. I am letting go....

So today we are going to look at some rentals and we are bringing the checkbook. We have not formally pulled our offer. Sure don't want to be without a rental and no offer on a table so we will look and decide by the end of this week. Time is running out!

In full disclosure: If our people called today and said, "We have a deal!" I would jump on it. In full disclosure. :)

It took until today to finally be able to really let it all go. Just to say, "I'm done." is freeing. To finally not feel so stuck and in limbo, is nice.

So here comes the good news. It comes in verse 12, "Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you." AMEN!

Bank of America Blows

Life is crazy, yes?

We have been in the process of buying a house since March 15 of this year. That was the day we made our offer.

We have been waiting ever since.

The house we bid on was/is a short sale with Bank Of America. *doom doom dooooooom*

Yes, it is as awful as people say it is, the 'buying' process of a short sale with BOA, that is.

Weeks will go by and we will hear nothing. Then we will hear something, BUT it has nothing to do with us becoming any closer to buying a house. Matt signed papers the other day. Those papers asked if we worked for BOA or had a family member that worked for BOA, both of which we don't. BUT I think that is something that should have been asked on Day 1! We were at least 2 months into the waiting process and got a letter saying "the house is eligable for short sale." HUH? It took you fools two months to say that?!

Then we get an email in which BOA states their terms and what they will agree to. "Tell us where to sign!" We cheer. Then we find out it was papers that had nothing to do with actually buying this home. It all has made absolutely no sense what so ever. I try to explain it to people and they look at me with this bewildered face...... You know why? Because common sense says, "that doesn't make sense." I know. We have come to realize Bank of America opperates minus common sense hence the reason they are in the boat they are in and the rest of us are not; boat with holes with people in it that can't and won't take charge AND don't know what a boat is.

When we put a bid in on March 15, I thought surely we'd be in our new house by July. Boy, was I wrong. I really didn't want to spend another summer here in The Ville, but we did. I was hoping to have things situated and semi organized for the arrival of C4. Boy, was I wrong again.

Realtor called this morning. He had zero news, of course. He said, "BOA has a deadline to close on Aug. 17." We have heard this all before, "they have a deadline for this or that." That time comes and goes and we are no better off than prior to this imaginary deadline.

Our fear is waiting until this 'deadline' and then they extend it which will most likely happen. These people are some of the dumbest I have ever encountered.

We haven't even had an inspection yet because we can't get the proper paperwork.

Sooo this leads in to another post......

Friday, June 29, 2012

Off Season

I posted a month or so ago that Chloe started T-ball. Well, the season has come to an end and I am not exactly sure if she loved it. I think she enjoyed herself when there was something to do like hit or catch a ball. All that standing or sitting in the grass, just isn't her thing. We are thinking soccer might be more up her alley of activities. When the time comes next Spring, we'll probably try it again, we'll see.

Post Season Slushies

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Waterballoon Attack

I saw an idea on the infamously famous Pinterest. The idea was for Christmastime. The concept was a virtual snowball fight using mini marshmallows. I idea was each kid gets a bag of  'snowballs' and attacks the Dad when he walks in the house. Have no fear though, on the door for the Dad to see when he enters the house is his own bag of ammo and a note saying something to the effect of, "Use these."

Since it's been over 100 degrees all week, I thought a pretend snowball fight would just be insulting to our sweaty armpits, so waterballoons became our weapon of choice.

Matt parks across the street, so I placed the following note with a bag of waterballoons, on the the mailbox.


Matt called to say he was on his way. The assailants and I ran outside and hid by the van as he drove up. Matt got out of the truck and I saw him approach the mailbox. "HA!" He said. "Attack!!!" I yelled.
 Kids began launching their balloons at Dad and to their demise, they don't throw hard enough for the balloons to bust on Dad so in turn they had the tables turned and became the vicitms of their own game! Matt tried to get them to pop on him by standing still but those balloons would not bust! The hunters very quickly became prey.


I sat on the porch with Colbie and had the best time watching them all laugh and attack each other. Our next weapon of choice for an upcoming Friday; super soakers. I think the kids will have more success getting Dad with those. :)