Monday, May 16, 2011

Looking for my words...

...or is it just my computer keys? The mac is being repaired, and hopefully after a new hard drive, a keyboard will be next. I need to tell out stories. :)

Friday, February 25, 2011


Have you seen anything cuter. I can't deal with him. He is riding bikes, we have had pee's and one poop on the potty, and he is just as nasty as any other three year old around....


Life is good. Like, crazy good. :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


It's official. :)

We are age appropriate in an area of development.

Today was the Reminator's IEP meeting, and in a room full of amazing women who love and adore my little monster, we found out.....

...that he is on track with his Gross Motor skills. What?!

He is jumping and running and hopping and stair stepping and pedaling and.....just being amazing.

I love you Kim Benner (his PT). You are a life changer.

Saturday, January 15, 2011


Him. "Hey Mom! There's something crazy going on with my poop!"

Me. "What's wrong with your poop?"

Him. "It's just keeping coming and coming."

Me. "Wow...thats crazy man."

20 minutes, at least. Seriously, 20 minutes.

Sunday, December 12, 2010


I'm trying...I swear.

My brain is full of posts, but the clock just won't produce the minutes needed to put them down. I's coming. :)

Monday, June 7, 2010


Oh yeah....thats BOTH hands on the swing.

Thanks a gazillion to Kim (I am guessing) for taking time to picture mail me this rad pic of Remmers rockin' his new hawk on the tire swing. Love, love, love this little man.

***Note***As I type this post, a very happy Rem is hopping around behind me singing" Shoo fly, don't bother me. Shoo fly, don't bother me. Shoo fly, don't bother me." OOOH! And I think he pooped!Later friends. ***

Monday, May 10, 2010

tear (and a sniffle too)....

See this boy:

My, how cute he is. He is brilliant, and funny, and playful, and daring and so so so much more. I think that I have told you before that we are both middles, you know...smack dab in between two siblings, stewing in our own self pity and completely and fully angst ridden. I get him. He gets me.

Understanding our connection, you can share in my surprise...and sheer heart break when THIS little boy:

all loathing and angry like, prayed this:

"Dear Jesus, please make mommy die."