The Punisher

The Punisher

Jackson is my oldest son. He is 8 years old and everything a Mom could want in a little boy. He is smart, funny, intelligent and has a heart of gold.  He is very well behaved and has excellent manners. Recently, he made a bad decision (as we all do) and had to be punished. Unfortunately this was a BIG time lapse in judgement that left his little brother with a bloody nose. After we were able to get Maxwell calmed down and cleaned up I went to go talk to Jack. I asked him why he would so something to deliberately hurt his brother but he didnt have an answer for me.  He looked me in my eyes as I talked to him, I told him how we have to teach by our example, do unto others yadda yadda yadda. He listened to what I said and responded with a simple Yes M’am. Bedtime. The following morning, before there was an opportunity for any further incidents, I sat next to him on his bed. I reassured him that no matter how mad I was that I still love him, even though I was very disappointed in his actions. I let him know that I do understand how annoying a little brother can be but that under NO circumstance is it ever ok to hurt one another intentionally. It was a hard conversation because I wanted him to know that I was forgiving him but he was still facing punishment. Aye aye aye, I hate THIS part of being a parent. A level of punishment higher than timeout does...
SwellMax James

SwellMax James

  I cant believe I am typing this out but Maxwell will be 2 years old in less than 3 weeks ! Maxwell is my 2nd born son. He is the baby of our family and the most amazing toddler I have ever met. I might be a bit partial though….. I know that every other Mother goes threw these emotions as their children start growing up , but its much different with Max than it was with Jack (8).  When Nick and I decided to get married we knew that we needed to start] trying to get pregnant immediately. When we married he was already 29. I had my IUD birth control removed in June and we headed to Vegas to tie the knot in August. Honestly I was nervous that I would have gotten pregnant before our nuptials, I have always heard that you are super fertile right after coming off of birth control. I was not and as it would turn out, would not before quite sometime. Every month I was convinced I was pregnant. After all I had tracked my ovulation and body temperature. We had done it in every get pregnant position I could find, why wouldn’t I be?  We had even named the to be created baby – ” Baby X”. Negative. Negative. Every month it was Negative. It didn’t make any sense. I was doing everything I was told to do. After several months of trying with no results we decided to see a fertility specialist. The specialist assured us that everything was fine, neither of us had any issues, but couldnt tell...
Going to Grandmas

Going to Grandmas

What the f@$k ?!?! This has been the week from H E double hockey sticks. Sick kids, Sick Mommy, No A/C and people not being where they need to be when they need to be there. The crowning moment was Thursday when I saw my surgeon. I have another staph infection. To me, the potentially life threatening infection is just a part of my every day normal. Ive been here , done this and have the scars to prove it ! Apparently this time its a little different though. I wont bore anyone with the grotesque details –  well, not here anyway ! “You’re one very sick young lady” – Dr Steifel. That about sums it up. Surgery this, surgery that, reconstruction , blah bah blah. I showed up expecting a walk in the park I ended up being poked and prodded and given more info than I could possibly absorb.  ( Chasing the boys around has pretty much turned my brain into mush ). On the way home my doomsday scenario situation started sinking in. Anyone that knows me , knows that I cant stand when things are out of my control and I will think and think and think , plotting and scheming, trying to find a way for me to gain the upper hand. As much mental energy as I want to waste on this I am not able to fix it. Damn. Once I figured out that whatever it is it is I started feeling sorry for myself. Well, that most certainly will not do me any good either. Not knowing how I should feel...