Newest pictures of the crazy Stephens' kids

This is how Wyatt drinks from the hose, not at all how Daddy taught him.

Wyatt helping Daddy mow the lawn.

Wyatt working a puzzle, a Cinderella puzzle. Excellent blackmail one day.

Mattie working on one of her many circus acts.

Wyatt helping Dad water the flowers, while stepping on the flowers.
Mattie working on her death defying motorcycle in the cage circus act.

Mattie, Wyatt and Daddy enjoying cooling of in the sprinkler while playing on the trampoline.

Mattie and the really big prehistoric looking lizard she caught.

Bedrest stinks!

The first thing I want to say is bed rest stinks! Thank you LORD that I am only on partial bed rest. I can still get up and do a few things, of course I am still having some contractions. I think its God's quite little reminder that I am trying to do to much and to knock it off. I will say that I have had the best, most awesome husband ever! He has picked up all the things that I can't do without asking and is doing his best to cook and entertain the kids at night. Plus he is learning how to deal with an emotional pregnant women who has had to admit that she can't do everything and needs some help. I am so blessed to have such a great guy. Kudos to my children as well. They have been really great. Since we are at home everyday, all day they have had a lot of adjusting to do. They have accepted Mommy's inability to do much, they have only tried to take over the house once, and have come to fully enjoy the massive amounts of bribes I give them each day. Candy for breakfast does wonders when you want to go back to sleep and pay-per view kids movies really keeps them occupied. Thank goodness AT&T U-verse has a lot of Disney movies on for $2.00!

To update the latest on my condition. I am still having some contractions and a lot of cramping and pressure in my lower tummy. lately I have had a racing heart, severe headaches and it feels like I'm on fire from the inside out. The doctor noticed that my pulse has been high and he is sending me to a cardiologist for tests. On top of that, somehow I have throw my back out again. This I don't understand since majority of my time is laying in bed!

I just ask that you continue to pray for my family. Also, that I am reminded daily that two months is not that long! On a personal note. please pray that James will continue to support my half-price book habits, I can only watch so much tv! Thank you friends!

And we shall call him....

Boyd Franklin Stephens. Boyd is an old English name that we both really liked and Franklin is James' grandfathers middle name. Both of our boys are named after his Grandpa. Wyatt still says Boyd's name is baby boy. I kept saying no its Boyd (hard d sound) so now he walks around saying baby boy BoyyyyD. It's very funny.

I will try to post again soon. I became dehydrated over the last few days and the doctor has given me orders to rest for a couple of days and drink lots of fluid. Which, makes it had to rest when you have to get up every 10 minutes to use the bathroom. Go figure! Things are good besides the dehydration. I am working at the MDO this summer and the kids are loving it. It's scary to think that Mattie will start Kindergarten in August. My how the time flies.

Last thing, the c-section for Boyd is scheduled for September 25th.

We are having...and this time we know!

We will be welcoming a new baby boy into our family in September. Wyatt is excited because its a baby brother and Mattie is excited because she gets her own room. Dad and Mom are excited because we finally know what's cookin in the oven! Again, this little boy stinker made it difficult to find out. We almost left the doctors office not knowing. Luckily at the very end he shifted and showed us his goods. The next big thing is deciding on a name. My husband likes, Boone, Boyd and Virgil. I like Emmett, Hunter and Jasper. Which one do you like?

Birthday parties, squirrels and hosptials oh my!

My little man turned 3 yesterday. I can't believe that he is already 3. It makes me so sad : ( We had his birthday party this past Saturday. Here he is with all his friends and his best pal Cade. I have a feeling that the two of them are going to be serious trouble makers and co-conspirators when they get older. Sorry Kara but I think we are in trouble! It was a great party with a yummy lunch and an awesome cake made by Kara. She made the coolest Cars race track cake. I wish I could of gotten a picture of Wyatt and how his eyes lit up when he saw it for the first time.

Wyatt loved his "carr ake by mss kaawa" (car cake by ms kara). It was a great party and the rain on Saturday held off until about 10 minutes after everyone left and then downpours for the rest of the day. Thank you for the break before the rain God! We had a nice remainder of the weekend. Mattie did get sick with a sinus infection but no swine flu! The week has been great we took the family to CiCi's for Wyatt's birthday dinner. Buffets and pregnant ladies go together like pb&j. Normal week until tonight. I was at work at church, I had been there 10 minutes and my husband calls me in a panic. I answer the phone and he sounds very stressed and I can hear Wyatt screaming in pain. I said whats wrong. The answer "Wyatt's been bit by a squirrel", I say "by a what" James yells "a squirrel". He informs me he doesn't know what to do. I said get the kids dressed, call your Mom to watch Mattie and I am on the way home so we can go to the hospital. His response "I think he'll be ok with some neosporian and a band aid". I said no he has to be checked out and he may have to get rabies shots if the squirrel is infected. I got off the phone with him and called my Aunt just to verify my decision and she said the same thing and to take the animal with us just in case it needs to be tested. Just so you know for any future confrontations with wild animals and bites, the hospital doesn't test for rabies you have to contact your local animal control to have them pick up the animal and test it. I arrive home, my mom-in-law got Mattie and we got Wyatt and the squirrel and headed for the hospital. We get there and are taken back to a room. While taking one of my frequent trips to the potty I overhear the nurses dividing up the patients and they call my son "squirrel boy". I told James and we laughed and that is know Wyatt's new nickname. While waiting for the doctor Wyatt informed us that "uirrels ave bigggg arp eeth" (squirrels have big sharp teeth) and "uirrels eavy to ick up" (squirrels are heavy to pick up). We concluded from the appearance of the squirrel that Stella, our dog, caught the squirrel and then dropped it when it stopped fighting. Mattie and Wyatt found it and decided to check it out. Wyatt being a three year old half wild boy decided to pick it up and the squirrel objected. Mattie informs Daddy by running into the house screaming that a squirrel attacked Bubba. The doctor informed us that the state of Texas does not require/recommend rabies shots for squirrel, rabbit or rodent bites as they are not normally carriers of rabies. However, he does need antibiotics twice a day for 5 days due to the chance of infection. He also didn't need stitches. Yea : ) The bad news, until it heals up we need to keep his finger clean and bandaged. That means no digging in the dirt or any other messy things. How am I suppose to do that with a three year old unless I tranquilize him for the next 5 days! I mean really that is the impossible task of the year. Please pray for me, Wyatt's favorite thing to do is to get as messy/dirty/filthy as humanly possible in the shortest amount of time known to man kind! PLEASE PRAY FOR ME!

We are having......

......only God knows! This cute, adorable, stinker made it impossible to see between his/her legs. The baby had the umbilical cord between his/her legs and kept a foot on top of that. No matter how much the doctor shook my belly and pushed and prodded the most that would happen is the sweet stinker would karate kick me and place his/her foot right back on top of the umbilical between the legs. We are very happy that the baby is healthy and active but disappointed that we left there not knowing. The nurse said maybe God just wants this to be a surprise and my response was,"God gave us a surprise with this child and I can't take anymore!" Mattie even started to tear up in the office when we couldn't find out. The doctor is going to do a quick peek in 4 weeks and try and see what the baby is. I pray that we would know, I really can't take anymore surprises. On the plus side, I did gain weight this month. I am now only down 5 pounds for this pregnancy. Yea!

FINALLY A NEW POST !!!!!

Sorry it's been so long since I have posted. Things were a little hectic for me in October and November and then the craziness of December. Time has most definitely slipped away. January came with the start of a great new year. Things at home were awesome, the kids were healthy and James and I were happy. The end of January brought a huge surprise, we found out that I was pregnant. A miracle has occurred, thank you GOD! After two years and eight months of not using any type of birth control and no fertility medicine I was pregnant. James and I being totally surprised also asked the question, "how did this happen?". Funny now but we were very serious when we asked it. James asked the doctor and the doctor said "I hope you know how this happened!" Needless to say a huge shock and surprise but we are very happy about it. The kids fight almost daily about if its a boy or a girl. We will be able to end this argument on Wednesday at 4pm. This pregnancy has knocked the rug out from under me. I have been very, very sick and just had such a hard time. I am only 18 weeks but very ready for September to come!

A few others things that are going on and a couple of cute stories from my kids. Mattie turned 5 in February. This makes me very sad. She starts kindergarten in September and that is so scary for me. I want her to be little for ever but it has been great to have a big girl in the house. She is a character and very funny. Wyatt turns 3 on the 5th of May. He is doing so good. He is talking so much that we have to ask him to be quite! Which so you know never works. He is loving school and has made so much progress. Even with all the progress he is still a crazy little monkey hyped up on caffeine. Very fun but very tiring. And now for the stories. Mattie fell and had her first big sets of strawberries on her knees and feet. Mattie, being the drama queen, acted like her legs had been ripped off and she was going to die. I, being the excellent mother that I am, told her to get up and walk in the house if she wanted a band-aid. One would think that with that type of response she wouldn't be a drama queen any more but she still is. Inside while doctoring the knees and wrapping them in bandages and gauze she very seriously looks at me and says "Mom, before you had me and Bubba were you a doctor? Your so good at this." I giggled and said "No baby, I wasn't a doctor." She responded "Then how did you get so good at this?" I laughed this time and said "Lots of practice." She looked at me and smiled and said "You should be a doctor, your so good at this." I smiled and hugged her and called Dad to laugh. She was just so sure that I had been a doctor.

Last night James and I had finally relaxed on the couch after a long day. Mattie and Wyatt were not in the relaxing mood. They were jumping and laughing and messing with each other. I gave two warnings and said the next they were going to there room. They of course started back up so Dad sent them to their room. Mattie immediately started pouting and hanging her head saying it's not fair. Jamie said "stand up straight and hold your head up" to Mattie. Behind her Wyatt is walking and stretching his neck up and pushing his shoulders up to his ears. Jamie and I our cracking up laughing and Jamie says it again. Wyatt starts again pushing up his shoulders and says "Daddy me is up". It was so funny and cute.

Again, I promise I will post more often and will announce late Wednesday what I am having. Until then, goodnight!

A boobie story part deux....

This the the second part of the boobie story.

My diagnostic mammogram was scheduled for Wednesday, August 27th at 2:15. On Tuesday I received a call from the scheduler informing me that there was an error with my appointment. Basically, the nice (very old and senile) nurse that was so very impressed with my rack and blinded y my youthful appearance wrote on the sheet Wednesday 8/27 @ 2:15 but scheduled it for Thursday 8/28 @ 11:15. I know what your thinking, simple error anyone could have done it. I rescheduled for Wednesday 9/3 @ 1:30. This was there first available. Obviously there is a high demand to get you boob squashed and felt up these days.

On Tuesday 9/2 I had to re-schedule my appointment again. The office requires you have a drivers license and insurance card and since mine where stolen somewhere between 10pm 9/1 and 8am 9/2 I couldn't make that appointment. Side note someone broke into my husbands car, got the garage door opener used it and broke into my car and stole my purse. Now normally I don't leave my purse in the car, but Tuesday was the first day of school for the kids so I had everything loaded and ready to go the night before. The thieves left everything else in my car (including the two screen portable DVD player that was sitting next to my purse) but they did steal my makeup bag. To add to the fun James was out in the sticks hunting dove and received a lot of messages that went from hysterics to calmly saying were good and I'm at work as he finally got into cellular range. So because of no license no insurance card I re-scheduled again for Friday 9/5 at 2:45.

I got a photo copy of my drivers license from my doctors and took my husbands insurance card (like he ever goes to the doctor to use it, MEN!) and headed to my afternoon of fun. I know I am making light of some very important testing but really its laugh about it or cry so what are you going to do. I am in no way making light of people that have breast cancer or anything. That's my disclaimer. So I am called back and taken to a nice area and told to disrobe from the waist up, use a baby wipe to get rid of any deodorant (and who doesn't wear it in Texas summers!) and put on a beautiful gown with the ties in the front. I do this thinking the Lord that I am not bashful or modest. After two children my goods have been looked at and touched by so many doctors and nurses I don't even care anymore. So the tech takes me in and starts the exam. She positions me in front of this big machine and lifts my boob and places it on a hard flat surface. I then am told to lean in as far as I can and the top part of the machine come down and flattens my boob. I am just saying I believe this machine could have been used as a torture device during the French Revolution. And obviously a man came up with this device and if he had tried it out on his goods the machine would not be here today. So I had a total of four x-rays done on both of my girls. I then sit as they check the films. I am then sent to the ultra sound tech. So after my boob has been flattened like a pancake (something I never thought a DD could do) I had warm gel squeezed on it as another tech ultrasounds my boob. So hears the cool thing. They could not find the lump. They good size lump that my doctor felt and estimated walnut size, that my husband felt and and that I felt was gone. In nineteen days the lump vanished, THANK YOU GOD, THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING PRAYERS, THANK YOU FRIENDS FOR PRAYING! I still have some pain but in no way like it was. The doctors are thinking its all hormonal. Yea hormones. Whatever it is or isn't God healed it and showed me it was in His perfect timing. I wish HE could of spared the purse and makeup but whatever God gives I willingly accept and praise Him for it.

The boobie story has a happy ending and I do love a happy ending!

I will post again soon with pictures and more stuff soon.

Happy blogging!

Silly Six (aka my first tag)

I was tagged by Jill.

The rules are:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules.
3. Tell six unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag six bloggers by linking.
5. Leave a comment for each blogger.

Here you go:

1.) All of my books are in a very specific order. The are grouped by type (example: religious, historical, romance, fiction etc.). Within each group they are separated by author and then alphabetically.
2.) When I sleep I have to be on the right side so I can lay on my right side and face out.
3.) I have to have 4 pillows when I sleep. One under my head, one on each side of me and one between my legs. I can not sleep or can't sleep well with out this.
4.) I have to read or watch tv to fall asleep. I can't just lay down and go to sleep. This drives my husband crazy!
5.) When I sleep I have to have just a comforter to cover me no sheets. The comforter has to be able to pull over my head and I have to be able to lift my feet up and tuck some of it under my feet. Again, drives my husband crazy because I will wake him up to get the comforter right.
6.) My closet and my kids closet or organized with all the shirts together, skirts, pants, shorts, dresses etc. Within each group the are organized by good clothes, play clothes and then by color (light to dark).

As I type this, I realize how messed up my head really is.

I am tagging Shannon, Sundae, Lynsey, Sarah, Linsi, and Kelly.

Happy blogging!

It's picture day!

I wanted to show everyone the kids new haircuts but didn't want to type alot so you get lots of pictures today.

Mattie's New Haircut














Wyatt's New Haircut















Mattie playing Wii Tennis (and winning!)














Jamie playing the lion















Wyatt playing the lion

Jamie and Mattie on the 4 wheeler in Bowie

Mattie and Wyatt having a campout in the living room

Jamie's new drink of choice

Hope you enjoyed!

And now a boobie story....

I was told by my sweet friend Shannon that I need to put the funny stories I tell her on my blog, so here it goes.

First, the not so happy part of the story. I started experiencing some very bad pain in my left breast. I went to a new general family doctor (what a way to meet, "Hi my name is Delilah, can you fell my boob and let me know what's going on") since I couldn't get in to see my ob/gyn for a week. The Doctor checked me out, with both of my children watching since I got the 10:40 appt at 9:15 that day, and informed me in his deep doctor voice "Yep, you've got a nice size lump at 6 o'clock". Now, I have never thought of my boobs like a clock but yes the area that hurts would be at 6 o'clock. The doctor also informed me in his deep voice "good news is it hurts, its the ones that don't hurt that we worry about". As I am sitting on the table in my paper half shirt that my two year old is lifting up (I think he wanted to make sure the doctor didn't do anything to his built in pillows) thinking back to a few moments ago when the doctor was almost punched in the face while he was probing the "nice size lump" I am not real happy about the pain even if it's a good thing. I was then informed that I will have to be scheduled for a diagnostic mammogram so he can see the "nice size lump" before he can decide on the next course of action. I asked is there anything I can do to help with the pain. Just so you know, its a constant dull pain and when I move wrong or lift my arm or have a two year old use my boob as his pillow it throbs with jabbing pain and when I try to sleep it hurts even worse. Gravity sucks when you have a pain in the boob. The doctor gladly gave me pain medicine. So while I'm getting dressed (side note my four year old wanted to keep the cool paper half shirt so she could use it when she plays doctor) I am thinking how exactly do I take pain medicine and function plus properly supervise my children. You guessed it, you don't. So pain medicine is only for night night time. (another side note it doesn't help) The doctor comes back in and takes me to his nurse to schedule the mammogram.

Here's the funny part. The nurse looks at me and checks out the girls and nice as can be says "SO THOSE ARE IMPLANTS, RIGHT" I look at her and say "No, no implants they're real" and she replies "Oh really." I have 38DD boobs that have been through two rounds of breast feeding got up to 40G's during said breast feeding and are saggy as all get out. So the nurse schedules my appointment for a mammogram, begins to explain it all to me and stops mid-sentence and says "I don't need to tell you this you've had these before, right?" I look at her, pause and say "No, I'm only 33 and they aren't a required test yet." Again she says, "Oh really." So in one day I was told that I have a "nice size lump", I have implants and look old enough to be required to have yearly mammograms. All I can say is I love God. On a day that was stressful and painful God provided me my own comedy relief. Every time I wanted to cry I thought about my implants and stopped. God knew what I needed to stop myself from drowning in a sea of despair. A big safety ring of implants and 6 o'clock lumps. Thank you God.

I will keep everyone updated on the mammogram and the 6 o'clock lump. Or as Mattie says "my mommies sore booooobbbbieeeee", she really likes saying it because it makes me laugh and her giggle. I will also try and post more funny stories and tomorrow I will try and post our back to school haircut picture and that fun story. It involves me losing my temper and calling a corporate headquarters, three hair cuts and my son stripping in the hair cut place while my daughter hides under the chairs laughing. Fun times!

Weekend fun at Fair Park

This weekend was really great. James didn't work on Saturday for the first time in weeks. We decided to take the kids to Dallas Fair Park Museums. I had been to some of the museums a long time ago during the State Fair. James had never been. We went to the Dallas Aquarium, The Museum of Nature and Science (which is the old Science Place and Museum of History), we had lunch at the Old Mill Inn and took the kids on a paddle boat ride in pond. We really had a great time and saw a lot of really cool stuff. Wyatt liked the fish at the aquarium best and Mattie liked playing in the Children's Museum in the Nature and Science Museum. James and I liked the fact that we did lots of cool stuff from 10 - 5 and only spent $50. Since we aren't taking a family vacation this year we have been trying to do fun stuff every couple of weekends with the kids. There are still 5 more museums at Fair Park that we will have to visit. We are also going to try a weekend trip to Abilene. James was born at the Air Force base there and has never seen it. So, if anyone has been there and can tell me something fun to do with the kids or good places to eat let me know. Also, if I can figure out how to get pictures from my phone to my computer I will add some pictures of our trip to the museum.

Just a heads up, the first Saturday in October we are having an Early Christmas Sale in Keller. I will have my bows and some new stuff I am making including notebooks and belts. Plus, there will be some very cool other home made stuff. Mark your calendars!

Yes, I am still alive.....

Ok, so it's been 4 months since I have posted. The delay was caused by two things. One, I got really, really busy. I'll explain the really, really busy later. The second reason is it took almost 4 months to get our Internet to work correctly! What a headache. So, I promise to try and post in a more timely manner!

Here's a quick recap of the last four months.

*Gave a portion of my testimony at my church's women's retreat

*Started attending celebrate recovery at my church.

*Worked with Wyatt and three different therapists multiple times a month

*We had a major storm with tornados ( at the end of my street)

*Mattie played soccer

*Had my 33rd birthday

*Had my 7 year anniversary

*Celebrated Memorial Day, Flag Day and Forth of July

*Went on our first family camping trip

*Wyatt got his first concussion during our first family camping trip

*Mattie finished Pre-K 3 class

*Worked with Wyatt and all his therapists some more

*James and I began working in our kids rooms on Sundays at church

*Found a lump on Mattie's head

*I got a teaching job for the summer at a mother's day out program

*Started school

*Mattie's lump started to grow

*Worked with Wyatt and his therapists some more

*Visited a surgeon and scheduled a date to have Mattie's rapidly growing lump removed

*Still working at school, kids love it

*Had Mattie's lump removed (it's benign)

*All the work with Wyatt paid off and therapists have back down to one visit every other month ( THANK YOU GOD FOR ANSWERING OUR PRAYERS)

*Last day of summer school today

So, its been a busy few months.

Wyatt is doing outstanding. He is saying more words than we can count, his favorite is "nooo aaay mommmma" translated means no way momma. Mattie is healing from surgery, has a small scar and a little patch of hair loss that will grow back. I have a few weeks off before school starts back in the fall. Really we have been enjoying life. Our family has gotten closer and stronger. Our relationship with God has deepened and it's awesome. Things have been going pretty good. So, I will work very hard to post once a week. Hopefully!

GOD is wonderful, awesome and all powerful.

I don't know about you, but I can't imagine my life without God. So many wonderful and scary things have happened in the last 6 months and I can clearly see God's hand in all of it. I won't go in detail about the last 6 months today, but I promise I will write that story. It's a God filled, life changing, awe inspiring, joyful story. Today, I am going to talk about my children.


Mattie is my loving, outgoing, imaginative four year old. She is so smart and quick on her toes. She says great stuff like "mom that's brilliant" and "mom did you know God made everything, isn't that amazing." She is so much fun to hang out with, you never know what she will come up with and say. I remember praying to God for her. The verse I clung to before she was born and after is James 1:17 "Every good and perfect thing is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows." My daughter is so much like me it's scary. We have our days when both of our hardheaded, stubborn temperament comes out to play but she is my Mattie and most of the time I end up laughing because of what she comes up with. She is asking so many great questions about God and blows my socks of with her interpretation of the stories. For example her version of Exodus is as follows: "Moses told Pharaoh that God said "Let my people go!" and Pharaoh says "no, no, no" and Moses says "Than have some bugs." I find her interpretation awe inspiring. James and I pray that she will grow up to be a God following, God honoring and God loving young lady.


Wyatt is my sweet, lovable, rough and tumble little boy. It took 6 months on fertility to conceive Wyatt. When I finally conceived all I could think was 1 Samuel 1:27 " For this child I prayed, and the Lord has given me my petition which I asked of Him." As James and I daily pray for guidance with Wyatt and his sensory delays the next verse comes to mind. 1 Samuel 1:28 "So I have also dedicated him to the Lord; as long as he lives he is dedicated to the Lord." The Lord knew Wyatt before he was ever given to us. He knew what his struggles would be as well as his triumphs. I dedicate my child to the Lord. James and I do not ask for healing, God made Wyatt like this, God will heal Wyatt in His timing and God gave us Wyatt to bring us closer together and closer to God. I dedicate my child to the Lord. James and I will do whatever we have to for Wyatt for we both know that God has it all planned. One of my favorite things about Wyatt is that he will look at me, opens his arms as wide as they can go, run to me yelling momma and wrap his arms around me. It makes me smile and cry and melts my heart. He is just so lovable and cuddly you could eat him up. His favorite things are the movie Cars, any animal, specially fish and ducks and his big sister.


To finish up I asked for a group of friends to pray for my little guy. I was sent many verses to draw to for strength and guidance. I am going to share those with you, maybe you will find comfort in them as well.

"The Lord bless you, and keep you; The Lord make His face shine on you, and be gracious to you; The Lord will lift up His countenance on you, and give you peace."
Numbers 6:24-26
"For You are my rock and my fortress; For Your name's sake You will lead me and guide me."
Psalm 31:3
"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline."
2 Timothy 1:7
"Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine! When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you when you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, nor will the flame burn you. For I am the LORD your God, The Holy One of Israel, your Savior;"
Isaiah 43: 1-3

"When I am overwhelmed, you alone know the way I should turn."

Psalm 142:3

"You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!"

Isaiah 26:3

"For nothing is impossible with God."

Luke 1:37

We have a dog....again....maybe

Many, many months back I decided my kids needed a dog. We looked and looked and finally found Cecil the weenie dog. He is super cute and super hyper. He really is a great dog. However, he has a few issues. At our old house he wouldn't stay out of the pool, wouldn't stay off the table, and wouldn't stop chewing the kids toys. The last issue had a bonus side affect, I was able to get rid of a lot of toys that my kids didn't need. It finally got to a point with his issues that my husband didn't want to see the dog. A great friend of mine loved the dog and took him. Cecil loved their house, loved their dog and most (still gets on the table) issues were gone. Skip ahead many months and my sweet friend can no longer keep the dog. It seems Cecil is like a younger sibling and annoys the tar out of the other dog. The other dog is a little older and gotten a little moody. Like an older sibling he puts up with it and puts up with it until he can't stand it any longer and snaps. Literally the dog snaps at Cecil. Since my friend has a young, sweet, precious baby snapping dogs do not work. So we were offered our dog back before they tried to find another home. This weekend we are "babysitting" Cecil. We have called it this so if he doesn't work out Mattie will not be heartbroken, again. We have had Cecil since Thursday afternoon and so far so good. He loves the big back yard (with no pool) and has loved playing with the kids. I however feel like I have three kids instead of two. I always wanted three kids so really, its a blessing. Wyatt and Cecil played in the backyard long enough today for me to clean the kitchen and sort laundry. Plus, they played so hard the both came inside and took a two hour nap. I'm thinking the dog is a keeper this time. I'll keep you posted on the outcome of the dog "babysitting."

I have succumbed to peer pressure...again.

I said I wouldn't do it, I was going to continue life as a non-blogger. I was happy about it. I was told it's fun, its harmless, you'll love it. I suddenly felt like I was in high school again, one little sip won't hurt you. I could hear my grandmother saying if your friends jumped off the side of a mountain would you. Yes Mimi, I jumped.

So here I am with a blog. What do I write? What will my friends want to read? I really don't know but here I go.

Background: It's 11pm and my almost two year old is crawling over me like I am his personal jungle gym while I'm trying to type. The fun of motherhood never stops. It's my fault he is still up and will probably be up until 2 or 3. Oh joy, other night of maybe, if I'm lucky, 3 hours sleep.

My son was recently diagnosed (I guess this is the right word) with having Sensory Integration Dysfunction. The medical/scientific definition for that is "the inefficient neurological processing of information received through the senses, causing problems with learning, development and behavior." In mommy talk he has indigestion of the brain. I am still learning about all of this stuff, some days its very overwhelming but I know the Lord is with me every step of the way and will be there to catch me when I stumble.

So back to the reason he is still awake at now 11:33pm. He was having a very needy yet calm and low key day. He fell asleep at 4:30 (which I should have woken him up immediately) and woke at 6:45. We then went and jumped on the trampoline. For him, that is like a double dose of chocolate while pms'ing for us. Basically really great therapy. We had friends over and he got way over stimulated and now he is attached at the hip and wired up like he just had a double shot of espresso. Fun, fun!

Here my blog will end. I will write again another day. Maybe a story about my daughter who today told me that my booty was way, way bigger than daddy's. I remind myself daily that I prayed to God for her. God has a great sense of humor.