3 months

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Ramona was a rescued dog. My sister and I were driving down highway 41, when we noticed a sign for free puppies. Windy was newly pregnant. We pulled my sister's mauve colored Alero into the muddy driveway and figured it was worth the risk. If her soon-to-be husband left her, she would be a good single mother anyway. I had already brought home 3 cats at this point, so I figured I could pull off a dog. (I didn't have any children yet.) Besides, there wasn't any harm in just looking. We had no idea what lay in store for us when we walked into that trailer.

The house was a pit. Gross. Smelly. And over ran with kittens. I was looking around past the multiple ashtrays and empty beer cans, trying to spot the puppies. While trying to hold our breath, we followed the man with the mullet out the back door. Oh. My. In the backyard were multiple pens. I stood there amazed as sheep, goats, rats, bunnies, an enormous pig, dogs, and 2 puppies looked back at me. Desperate.

The puppies were both females. They were in a pen about the size of a large coffee table with 3 other full grown dogs. Being trampled. The man handed Ramona to me and Lexi to my sister. The dogs were limp. The stomachs were literally crawling with all the worms inside. They looked so sad, yet so hopeful.

That was that. We certainly weren't going to leave those puppies there. Couldn't do it. I remember sitting in the car and thinking that these dogs might not make it to the vet. They were that bad.

The vet didn't seem too optimistic. But both dogs pulled through. And here she is now, nearly 6 years later. She follows me everywhere. She listens so well. She will occasionally chew up the forgotten Pez dispenser if we aren't careful. But I love her. She protects us. She plays with us. She loves my boys.

My Ramona from Oklahoma.
(This is where we got her name.)

POW! Whack! Swoosh!

Superhero
Main Entry: su·per·hero
Pronunciation: (so̵̅o̅′pər hir′ō)
Function: noun
Date: 1917
: a fictional hero having extraordinary or superhuman powers; also : an exceptionally skillful or successful person

To watch you two running, out of control, crashing into walls and furniture.
Waiting to kiss the ouchies.
Listening to the plots of "saving the day" in your secret clubhouse. (a giant cardboard box)
Knowing that all too soon, I will be missing these days.

Thank you Lord for this.

Thank you Oliver and Liam, for being the most amazing little boys that a momma could ever ask for.

deep breath.

Nothing quite like a little ispiration to keep the day moving along.
My little blog has been neglected, oh so badly.

2 months already!

Facebook | Rudy -Brooke Guerrero: Choice?

Facebook Rudy -Brooke Guerrero: Choice?:

"Your 'right' to choose
took away mine
Your wrong choice
cost me my life.

I chose to live
You forced me to die
I chose to speak
You silenced my cry
I chose to see you
You gouged out my eyes
I chose to touch you
You cut off my hands
I chose freedom
You sentenced me to suction
I chose love
You threw me away.

There is an army in heaven
Fifty million strong
We are witnesses against you
your 'right' to choose is Wrong.

By: Brooke 12/3/09"

5 weeks

I have to say that things are getting easier around here. Naps are more routine. The boys are hit and miss with their moods though. It seems that Oliver is getting angry more easily. And Liam is just missing having his momma to himself. So, they are a little needy now and then. But that was to be expected. Eliza is doing wonderfully. She was 10lbs 10 oz and 23 in at her one month appointment. Growing so fast! She has been smiling since the day she was born (no joke) and cooing at me for a week or so now. It makes me want to just squeeze-squeeze-squeeze her!

As for me, I have been wanting to start getting back into shape. And my best friend, Bri, gave me an awesome Christmas present! A treadmill!!! It totally rocks. Now, I just have to be disciplined in using it. And not scarfing down 5 chocolate chip cookies at a time... I know that the sooner I am more comfortable in my own skin, the sooner I will be a happier person when getting dressed for church. No tears: that is my goal.

Justin went back to work this week. He has been home so much. He took 2 weeks off when Eliza was born. Then he had the holidays off. And I really got used to having him around. He really is amazing and just makes me smile. Even when we argue about how long one should hold down the broken toilet handle when flushing... (I don't hold it long enough, apparently.) I suppose it isn't so bad when that is all we have to argue about... and then we laugh. I miss him right now actually. Hey bearnaby, if you are reading this... I am missing you terribly on Tuesday afternoon at 3:33 p.m.

Not really sure where to go from here in this post. It is kind of all over the place. I will leave you with this...

Flash Mob Link

It makes me unbelievably happy... and motivated. Just watch it.

one month of...

...singing lullabies

...staying inside

...soaking it in
...sleepless nights

...smiles and coos

...dirty diapers

...loving the smell of breastfed babies dirty diapers

...changing outfits just because it is cute

...laundry

...smelling her hair

...getting used to bath time (it's a work in progress)

...watching the boys love their little sister so very much

...mylicon drops

...kissing fingers and toes

...strapping on the sling to do dishes or run the vacuum

...lansinoh cream (ahhh)

...trying to make time slow down

...enjoying the blessings that God has bestowed upon our family

Happy 1 Month Birthday Eliza!