Pumpkin Hunters

We did it again! We survived the great pumpkin hunt and found a keeper. Little Miss and Little E enjoyed themselves so much at the pumpkin patch. They couldn't wait to get out of the car and run for them. We took a lot of pictures, many of which Little E wouldn't sit still and smile. He was more concerned with jumping in the hay and being silly with friends.

We are planning to carve our pumpkin on this Thursday. I will have camera in hand to capture the carving and scooping of pumpkin "goo" out. Daddy will be the carver while, Little Miss will be the "goo" assistant scooper. This will be the first year that Little E will be able to participate. It ought to be pretty funny.

Saying Goodbye to a dependable friend

Yesterday I finally decided that it was time to say goodbye to our Graco highchair. We bought it in 2003 after Little Miss was born. We haven't been using it for awhile. Maybe since Little E was 18 months old and he turned 2 in July. At first I wanted to just pack it up and save it for another baby. ( Since I still would like to have at least one more child. But the economy doesn't agree with that and those ideas have been put on hold.) But as time wore on, the sentimental value of it was gone and the higchair had become a new catch all. For those papers that need to be signed for school and if they made it to the office, you'd never see them again, or a resting spot for toys that had not gotten put away-YET. She was only 4 months old when we started using it. Being first time parents, waiting to use new gadgets was pretty tough. But this highchair came with and 3 position recline, so it could be used with smaller babies if you wanted to lean them back.
I searched through my my archives last night and found this one of Little Miss. I would have to say she is between 6-8 months old in this photograph.

Here is one of my little guy sitting in it. I tried to find a photo with him in it at about the same age as Little Miss, but it was not happening. I'll have to keep looking.

So back to my story. I decided it was time for it to go. I am hosting a Candle Party in my home this coming Friday evening. I couldn't bear to have my friends come over and see the highchair still out. I don;t have to the room to store it and it's not in resale condition, so I took one last photo of it (yes, I know, I'm a NUT) and moved it out the front door. I moved a "new"( to us anyways) 2 shelf bookcase in it's spot last night. I found some knick knacks and books to make it look like it's been there. And VOILA!! Silly me, I forgot to take o pic of that.

Last note.. hubby made a joke of this last night. When I asked him if he took it out to the trash can he said he did. Then he asked me "if I wanted a photo of it out there too?" I said "really"?? He laughs at me and said "no way". I would've have kept it too. Like I said, I am a NUT.

So long Graco. The garbage men came today. I know he'll be gone when I get home.

Wednesdays for Wyatt -by Letting Go and Letting God

Wednesdays for Wyatt


It’s official... Today is our very first post for Wednesdays for Wyatt! Thank you for coming over and participating.


It’s quite simple to participate. All you have to do is copy and paste this post on your blog, and come back here to link up with MckLinky! Once you do that, your all set to win this first ever Wednesday’s for Wyatt giveaway. Let make this a huge success, shall we?


Really quickly... (I haven't had a chance to correct my button yet. My editing program is on my OTHER computer, Wednesday's should be Wendsdays with out the ', because as I understand it, it makes it possessive. OOPS!)


Now, back to the good stuff!


For those of you who are not familiar with my family and what we are trying to achieve, here’s a brief run down...


Our son Wyatt was diagnosed with a fatal condition at our 18 week ultrasound, but chose to carry him to term. We waited to meet our son with love, all the time praying we would get to see him alive.


On June 1, 2009, Wyatt made his way into the world by c-section. To our amazement he had a faint heartbeat and was breathing! He died two minutes later, but I’ve clung to the two minutes my son and I breathed the same air since his passing.


Upon calling to get a copy of Wyatt’s birth certificate, I found out he was listed as a stillborn. You would assume it was a mistake (like I did), but there was no mistake. According to the definition of live birth in Tennessee my son was not “alive enough” to be deemed a live born baby. His two minutes of life has gone unrecognized by my state, and I intend to change this piece of legislation so I can solidify the validity of my son’s short life.


Wednesdays for Wyatt was created to help spread awareness for a law that needs to be changed, as well as to generate more traffic to my petition. So if you’re reading this, thanks for taking the time to help our family!


We are currently up to 1,253 signatures. Hurray! We’ve made it over my initial goal of 1,000 signatures, and now I’m dreaming big! You think you can help me get 5,000 signatures by Thanksgiving? I bet you could, and I hope this Wednesdays for Wyatt helps out tremendously. Post this to your blogs, facebook, myspace... wherever you can think of. I can’t wait to see how many more signatures we receive from this. I have a great feeling!


The contest will only be open today. You have until 11:59 pm to post this on your blog and come back here to link up with MckLinky in order to qualify for this Wednesdays for Wyatt giveaway. Good luck everybody and thanks for participating.

New Signature

So working with my new signature has been a real pain. I made one but I haven't figured out how to make it transparent.


Any help or suggestions would be great.

Bittersweet

Today is my 8th Wedding Anniversary. Happy Anniversary to me! I titled this blog "Bittersweet" because this year it's a happy and sad time. Last year my friend gave birth to her daughter Ashlyn Skye on October 13th, 2008. I was soo excited to be sharing my anniversary with such a special person. Sadly, five months later on March 13, 2009 Baby Ashlyn passed away. This year, today it is hard to share my special day with her. Our circle of friends are a bit sorrowful and sad that she would have celebrated her 1st birthday today. I have come to terms with her death and I cannot wait to meet her one day when I arrive in heaven. It brings me great joy that one day I meet this wonderful person in heaven. The hard part now is having the strength to tell those around me without hurtful glances.

Coping with the kids-Part 2

I thought that Little Miss was going to pull it off. The first two days of school last week she came home with green behavior reports. By Wednesday I had gotten a few rewards purchased for good behavior and she came home again with green. She liked the idea of getting a reward but didn't seem too thrilled with the Halloween tatoos I gave her. Thursday she was picked up by Grandma and told her that she had gotten a green. My mom had asked me in advance if Little Miss was good was she allowed to have some candy corn. By Friday morning I was excited because I had purchased her a new purse as a large reward for a week of "greens". When I picked her up on Friday I looked at the weekly report and felt sad. Little Miss had not gotten a green on Thursday when in fact it was a yellow. I explained to her that she would not receive the large reward but only a small one and why. She broke down in tears. My heart hurt for her but I knew that if I gave in that she would learn nothing from this. I encouraged her to not give up and try harder the next week. I hope that she gets the lesson from this.

Coping with the kids

Things haven't been the best with Little Miss at school lately. She's been going to 1st grade for five weeks now and it's been quite a struggle. She is my social butterfly, when she's in a comfortable setting, and it's been her biggest downfall at school. None of my discipline tricks have been working on her and I'm getting to my wits end.
I'll briefly explain how it works in her teacher's class. They have a daily behavior chart where each student starts on green each day. One warning you go to yellow, 2 warnings you go to red and 3 warnings you go to blue and mommy/daddy get a phone call. I would say that on average, she's on green 40% of the time. In addition to staying on green, each student gets a sticker on their chart that are used for a party at the end of each month. Students that don't get enough stickers will not participate in the party.
Everyday I ask Little Miss what color she was on for the day. You can pretty much tell from her demeanor when I pick her up from school, what color she had. The bad thing is that you only get a weekly report from the teacher on Friday. So I have to find out from her daily why she got a warning and discipline accordingly. What makes the Friday report the worst, is that a few times Little Miss was wrong on her daily color and she was reprimanded for nothing.
Yesterday was the icing on the cake. I pick her up from after school care and she says to me "mom, I got was yellow again today."
"Oh really, what did you do today?" I ask.
"I don't know."she nonchalantly answers me.
"Yes you do. Your teacher has you move your color so you know why. Was it talking again?" I press her.
"Noooooooooo. I don't remember why. Ms. K moved it this time" she whines.
"You have to know what you did. Has it gotten to the point that when you're doing wrong you don't even know it anymore? I guess that were going to have to take more stuff away. When you remember what it is you did, you can have your toys back." I say.
"noooooo. " (she starts weeping and crying)
I really don't like doing this to her. I don't know what else to do anymore. I'm losing hope on this battle. Honestly, I don't think it bothers her that I keep taking her belongings away. She's not phased by it. So I checked out another blog that I follow and I'm hoping I can seek guidance and support on this issue.

Little Miss is a smart kid and she's missing out when she's talking. The socializing with her friends is fine, but she needs to know when she should be doing it.

It's got to get better.