I thought I would just do a brief update.
Lucas is walking!!!! He's so stinking cute with his zombie baby moves. Yes, he's been at it for about a month, but I'm slack and am just now documenting it. Oops.
Cooper can walk. Cooper does not want to walk. Cooper chooses not to walk. One day. Or maybe not. If he crawls to his high school graduation, well, that's his problem and I refuse to let it get me down. He did say "hi" while waving at me today, so I'll take it.
Hayden is potty-trained. ( I would like to take this time to thank the Potty Gods for smiling down on us. Three kids in diapers is more than I ever dreamed. Our bank accounts thank you, too. ) He is also speeding toward his 3rd birthday. With every day that passes, I notice changes in him. His sentence structure is phenomenal. He is extremely tall. He is incredibly mean and defiant. You can't win 'em all I suppose.
Michael is wonderful as always. Tonight, I was late coming in from the gym (just wait... I'll tell you) and got home to find him cooking a lovely dinner for me. He even set the table! That's a big move considering this is a man who is BLIND to detail. Goodness I love him!
The lone girl of the family has been making some changes. I love my boys (all four) but living my life souly for them has really taken a toll on me lately. I finally decided "today is the day" that I needed to change for myself and for my family. After all, when Mama ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy. SO! Mommy is going back to school. Class starts May 17. I'm thrilled. I'm also conquering my fitness goals. I WILL lose 40 pounds by the end of summer. Just watch me!
Alas, dinner is waiting...
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Laney Grace
It seems that anyone with children and a Facebook page knows about this little girl. Even if you tried to avoid it (like me) you've still seen it on your friends pages or statuses. More than likely, you've even been solicited to fan Rufflebutts in support of sweet Laney Grace.
I tried to avoid it. I never clicked the links that were posted. I never read about this girl and I never fanned Rufflebutts. Heartless? Maybe. No, actually, that isn't true either. Too much heart perhaps. I didn't just not become a fan of Rufflebutts, I didn't ignore it either. I left it there as a reminder that this girl was suffering.
I didn't, and still don't, want to know what horrible battle she was fighting. The fact that she was so young and obviously induring something painful and tragic was already more than I want to bear. I kept that reminder so that she stayed in my thoughts, but I couldn't bring myself to get in too deep.
As a mother to three small, healthy, rambunctious boys, I'm incredibly greatful for their health and well-being. When they drive me absolutely mad, I try to remind myself that there are mother's out there who would give their last breath to be able to experience what I see as a burden. So many families have lost their children far too young and never even get the opportunity to yell at them or be on the verge of baldness thanks to their children's antics. I recognize, appreciate, and respect that whole-heartedly.
Why did I avoid Laney Grace and her cause? The answer can be found in the end of her story. She lost her battle. She is gone. Her family is suffering from a pain that I beg God I never have to go through. The thousands (if not millions) of people who have been affected by her story have shed tears and hugged their children tighter. They've followed her story and have been devestated at any set-backs and elated at her appearant triumphs. In short, they became attatched. I can't do that anymore.
I'm angry. I am so incredibly infuriated because despite my efforts of avoiding everything related to this child, I am still heartbroken for the loss of her precious life. I don't have to know what disease she had or how much pain she indured to know that Heaven has gained another angel and that a family here on Earth has lost one of their main reasons for living.
Quite frankly, it pisses me off. This is why I avoid these stories. The unjustified loss of a child is beyond the range of things I'm capable of handling. Obviously...
I tried to avoid it. I never clicked the links that were posted. I never read about this girl and I never fanned Rufflebutts. Heartless? Maybe. No, actually, that isn't true either. Too much heart perhaps. I didn't just not become a fan of Rufflebutts, I didn't ignore it either. I left it there as a reminder that this girl was suffering.
I didn't, and still don't, want to know what horrible battle she was fighting. The fact that she was so young and obviously induring something painful and tragic was already more than I want to bear. I kept that reminder so that she stayed in my thoughts, but I couldn't bring myself to get in too deep.
As a mother to three small, healthy, rambunctious boys, I'm incredibly greatful for their health and well-being. When they drive me absolutely mad, I try to remind myself that there are mother's out there who would give their last breath to be able to experience what I see as a burden. So many families have lost their children far too young and never even get the opportunity to yell at them or be on the verge of baldness thanks to their children's antics. I recognize, appreciate, and respect that whole-heartedly.
Why did I avoid Laney Grace and her cause? The answer can be found in the end of her story. She lost her battle. She is gone. Her family is suffering from a pain that I beg God I never have to go through. The thousands (if not millions) of people who have been affected by her story have shed tears and hugged their children tighter. They've followed her story and have been devestated at any set-backs and elated at her appearant triumphs. In short, they became attatched. I can't do that anymore.
I'm angry. I am so incredibly infuriated because despite my efforts of avoiding everything related to this child, I am still heartbroken for the loss of her precious life. I don't have to know what disease she had or how much pain she indured to know that Heaven has gained another angel and that a family here on Earth has lost one of their main reasons for living.
Quite frankly, it pisses me off. This is why I avoid these stories. The unjustified loss of a child is beyond the range of things I'm capable of handling. Obviously...
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