tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43678541581481150962024-03-14T02:20:50.688-07:00Single Mama DramaReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-41493308179044821992010-05-05T15:57:00.000-07:002010-05-05T16:05:00.250-07:00It's Been Awhile...Updates Bullet Style:<br /><br />*Still working out, no weight loss :(<br />*Stephen's no longer saying bad words, thank you Papa for the man to boy talk!<br />*Spring yard work is done. I, and my helper Stephen, have started planting some things. Our pumpkin patch is done and we planted our beans in the garden today.<br />*I put Aria in big girl undies for a few hours today. I know the best way to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">approach</span> potty training is all or nothing, no back and forth. But I have decided to wait until she is 2 to get into full blown potty training. It will be more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">convenient</span> for daycare. But today she had on big girl undies and had no accidents, pooped on the potty (only because I saw the face and quickly plopped her on the potty), and she tried a bunch of times to go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">peepee</span>. No luck though. I figure she can slowly get used to the idea.<br />*I am patiently waiting for my friend to give birth. Her last check-up her belly was measuring 45 weeks!!! She will be induced Friday if nothing before then. Hang in there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ruchell</span>!!!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-31080022213040640012010-04-18T17:43:00.000-07:002010-04-18T17:48:10.437-07:00Working Out updateIn a nutshell:<br />-I am loving working out<br />-Definately a challenge to find time to do it, but my goal is 4 times a week. I have been able to reach my goal so far<br />-Weight loss.... Nothing so far, but I am feeling stronger, healthier, and emotionally more stable<br />-If only I could get a better handle on my diet, it is 50% better. No more drive-thrus, making my lunches everydayReneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-67955574509344353292010-03-31T18:01:00.000-07:002010-03-31T18:06:22.450-07:00Day 8: McJiggle to McHottieI made it to the gym 4 out of the last 8 days, and am pretty proud of that. I am sore, but the good sore that means my muscles are working. Stephen loves the play room there, Aria is still a little unsure of it. It is kinda <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weird</span> for me to see people from high school though, I feel like its been so long that I've "been gone." I don't like to see familiar people when I am working out, I want to get in-sweat my ass off (literally)-and get out. <br /><br />Now if I could just get my diet in check, I will be well on my way to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bikini</span> body.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-18316107746864425192010-03-30T15:47:00.000-07:002010-03-30T15:51:37.309-07:00Getting to Be Such a Big Girl<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454562871605372498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKh-7m6sA36K1GCIJ7Vr8it4A-U28uYusYMiB3Q8mWRLW0KaqP86cam4uEihfMPzq2nHw1DC48PekO0dTmdUY1QwcO1jFdWdVmcCys9AtaDjYBmWjiTJL-NOaUofk4sH5Xp6cvWsfSn6A/s320/141_0213.JPG" /><em>Pretty Toes and Shoes</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxt66mXiPoPuDJsm6qKf5PYrsKf_WvAF8CRKCDxjZA3t9L8aZKjVL6OoJtRAqbFevk2V37Klwh5iLgoHb8IOut-tlMqWlvlNOj-2bQmEIH2AWJheXjnYXvp_628unbLQg7T4534r5LzkI/s1600/141_0211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454562868839183874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxt66mXiPoPuDJsm6qKf5PYrsKf_WvAF8CRKCDxjZA3t9L8aZKjVL6OoJtRAqbFevk2V37Klwh5iLgoHb8IOut-tlMqWlvlNOj-2bQmEIH2AWJheXjnYXvp_628unbLQg7T4534r5LzkI/s320/141_0211.JPG" /></a> <em>Pretty Nails</em><br /><br /><br /></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-24743788535187403242010-03-24T16:49:00.000-07:002010-03-24T17:02:40.808-07:00Day 1 of McJiggle to McHottieWell today I sucked it up and joined a gym. I've tried the workout <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dvds</span> at home, I do it for 3 days then never do it again. I need to be in a place where I have no choice but to work out. And since I am paying to go, I will go so I don't waste my money. I initially had a a lot of guilt about wanting to do this. Here is why: My kids are already in daycare 40+ hours a week, so I had a hard time justifying taking them to a different "daycare" so I can workout. But in the end, if I am not happy with me, then I'm not going to be the best mom I can be. I am noticing that my patience has just about run out, and have a very short fuse lately. It could be due to the fact that we have entered the "terrible two's" stage, but I blame me. <br /><br />So today we all went and it was great. They kids had fun in the play room too. I could have pushed myself a lot harder, but it was only day 1. I did 2 miles on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">treadmill</span> and 6 on the bike. I felt great after, hopefully this will give me more energy overall. And make my clothes fit again :)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-66576231012229422572010-03-23T14:17:00.000-07:002010-03-23T14:19:29.341-07:00Proud Mommy!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQ7neGoY58AJvc305v_1nm0bn7GZ8MyI-udXX31kLGqeWOWgjSe_sf5RDf-WdcsQAWgT-pZwb_Q3-ooBGzx-ljmXhxfRaTsY9kXmSeT5cCTJyRkXzQeoG7IKphZ7xjFkf0n6MZS-MVUM/s1600-h/141_0200.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451941888307591650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQ7neGoY58AJvc305v_1nm0bn7GZ8MyI-udXX31kLGqeWOWgjSe_sf5RDf-WdcsQAWgT-pZwb_Q3-ooBGzx-ljmXhxfRaTsY9kXmSeT5cCTJyRkXzQeoG7IKphZ7xjFkf0n6MZS-MVUM/s320/141_0200.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-10812945419863821502010-03-21T17:34:00.000-07:002010-03-21T17:50:36.569-07:00Spring Cleanin'/3-day weekendTo do list:<br /><br />Strip all beds, wash EVERYTHING!--check<br />Go through kids dressers/closets---Check<br />Scrub all floors---check<br />Scrub stove---check<br />Get sand for sandbox--check<br />Get mulch for my tulips---check<br />Buy/assemble bike for Aria---Check<br />Open window and air out this joint---check<br />Plant 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> "indoor greenhouse"---will be done on Monday<br /><br />Water heater take a shit---check. Obviously not something I planned on happening this weekend. Well, the jury is still out on whether or not its completely busted. Not a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pleasant</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprise</span> when in the middle of doing 6 loads of laundry to go in the basement to see my water heater steaming and gushing water all over the floor. For now it seems okay, but I am watching that thing like a hawk and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">texting</span> updates to my "landlord."<br /><br />I was so excited to be outside and cooking on the grill today. The kiddos were all over the place, riding bikes, playing in the sandbox, golfing, baseball, and chasing each other. I LOVE IT. I didn't have time last summer to enjoy the nice weather and just being outside with my kids. I am soaking up every second I have with my kids, they are my world. Trust me, we will be outside everyday we can as much as possible! Besides I have to tend to my garden, I have a feeling it will be my 3rd baby this summer :)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-12666314151929161012010-03-18T16:24:00.001-07:002010-03-18T16:36:35.819-07:00Green Thumb FeverIt's kinda like cabin fever only I am getting VERY antsy to plant my garden. I have spent a good part of my extremely limited free time this week digging out my future garden, with my little "helpers." It started out pretty small, and quickly grew to size of my garage (well the width anyways). I even planted 70 little seedlings in one of those "indoor <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">greenhouse</span>" tray things, and I still need to do more. I have a couple little sprouts already! So far I have: Corn, green beans, big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomatoes</span>, cherry <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomatoes</span>, those <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weird</span> shaped yellow tomatoes, strawberries, pumpkins, and cucumbers. I still want to get bell peppers, green onions,<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">zucchini</span>, some herbs, and I am considering lettuce. I'm going to have veggies coming out of my you know what!!! I can't wait!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHIY15hxYd0Ytquc-bNplNzNNyHak9jiE25aG9TGSgUENcgBAA5Al1S0Krj5DcYkKChyphenhyphen6Fz97CO7PG-F3xB90R2lkmgb5qdY8WNAAFqOVKZndP4O437y-KulSaETdDY7SQFAEGxU3bPA/s1600-h/141_0190.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450119394338698290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHIY15hxYd0Ytquc-bNplNzNNyHak9jiE25aG9TGSgUENcgBAA5Al1S0Krj5DcYkKChyphenhyphen6Fz97CO7PG-F3xB90R2lkmgb5qdY8WNAAFqOVKZndP4O437y-KulSaETdDY7SQFAEGxU3bPA/s320/141_0190.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-53556323408299948662010-03-16T16:20:00.000-07:002010-03-16T17:00:48.964-07:00Tubes are in...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDj7dfNU0-d7lS2Pb3HRCfpMzCKrbPo83V40pcydOGal_Loc0BtQn-fZimsccbQsHYzN0Q5PesBrE5s6kxjf1oqDlR3qGtf3inNqK33ah5cJds0cgm14jZM7wMl8tSMTlVMTpJxiW3JI/s1600-h/141_0183.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449385887435841970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDj7dfNU0-d7lS2Pb3HRCfpMzCKrbPo83V40pcydOGal_Loc0BtQn-fZimsccbQsHYzN0Q5PesBrE5s6kxjf1oqDlR3qGtf3inNqK33ah5cJds0cgm14jZM7wMl8tSMTlVMTpJxiW3JI/s320/141_0183.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Stephen's "procedure" was a success and went very smoothly. There was no versed only gas to make him pass out for a couple minutes. And there was no screaming at all. I was so proud of my brave little buddy. They wheeled him away and not a peep from him. I'm not sure he really understood that we weren't going with him. I prepared myself for the non stop screaming for at least an hour, but he just laid in the bed snuggling his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">blankie</span> and had the death grip on his little car they let him take with. Now I am on water in the ears patrol. I didn't even wash his hair during his bath today because I was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paranoid</span>. A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">successful</span> day :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-59900616594367275412010-03-15T17:35:00.000-07:002010-03-15T17:40:28.336-07:00Big Day Tomorrow...Finally after countless ear infections, my little buddy is getting tubes in his ears. I am very excited for no more ear infections and no longer needing to repeat myself 6 times every time I say something to Stephen. The doc said his hearing is comparable to walking around with your thumbs in your ears. So I am expecting the worst but hoping for the best <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomorrow</span>. Nothing to eat after midnight, then there is the anesthesia. Last time Stephen had this gas (for his tongue tied procedure) he woke up screaming for 2 hours. I bought some little presents for him to have after he wakes up, in hopes to avoid the non stop screaming. So everyone send some positive energy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tomorrow</span> around 8am.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-48837447589611674212010-02-16T17:37:00.000-08:002010-02-16T17:46:33.111-08:00Cancelled!!!Guess who is "sick" again....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Thats</span> right, Stephen. Well, supposedly sick again. I got to daycare Monday morning and he starts coughing and crying. The cough had that dreaded baby seal bark to it, so he was immediately sent home by the daycare teacher. I hadn't planned on a three day weekend, but since I was getting paid for the holiday anyways, I wasn't to upset by it. He already had a doctor appointment scheduled the same day to follow up on the most recent ear infection. Of course we are home for an hour and he is back to normal, running around and bugging his sister by stealing her baby dolls. To make things better, the doctors office calls and cancels our appointment for some "emergency." Oh, and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dr</span> is going on vacation so you will have to wait until next week--AWESOME!<br /><br />Today I drop them off and the most random thing came out of Stephens mouth. Really I will pay some one $1,000 if their kid has ever said this to them: "Mommy, I have boogies in my ear. Not this one, only this one." <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WTF</span>?! Can someone please <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">diagnose</span> this one for me? I think we are on the fast track to tube in the ears.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-26734303144441014242010-02-03T15:58:00.000-08:002010-02-03T16:07:27.224-08:00You know it wasn't a good day when......You walk into the daycare and you immediately get the look of "Oh thank god you are here!" from the teachers. Then the first thing out of the teachers mouth was "I was going to call you." Oh great what did he do? Stephen runs up to me and I immediately notice a busted lip, and he's not wearing what he went to school in. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WTF</span> happened here? It all looked much worse than it was. He tripped over another kids foot and fell, resulting in the busted lip. So why the change of clothes? Well that was a whole other story. Stephen started a new antibiotic last night for the ear infection mentioned yesterday. Apparently he had a minor side effect----explosive diarrhea. It gets better. The poop is interesting colors too. The doctor warned me about that one, but I forgot to mention that to the daycare this morning. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Opps</span>! Needless to say they were pretty surprised. Poor guy, enough is enough already!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-66024892157187146222010-02-02T17:10:00.000-08:002010-02-02T17:18:59.046-08:00More Antibiotics!!Stephen hasn't even been off his antibiotics from pneumonia for a week and we were right back at the doctors office again. This time it is an ear infection, AGAIN. This is number 3 or 4 in nearly 8 months. Needless to say it is probably time to have the tubes in the ears chat with the doc. Poor guy. He has a pretty good tolerance for pain because by the time he complains of pain, his eardrum is about ready to rupture. Either that or his infections go from 0 to 10 in a matter of hours. I really would like to make it an entire month without a trip to the doctor. It is only February 2nd and we have been to urgent care 3 times already this year. Enough already!!!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-90895201747280353902010-01-24T14:48:00.000-08:002010-01-24T15:10:29.569-08:00A new year... A new lifeIt's been quite some time since the last post. I actually just spent the last half hour resetting passwords and trying to log on (I couldn't remember usernames and passwords). So whats new in the Donchess house? Well first off... I kept the last name Donchess after the divorce was final. I went back and forth about that for a long time and ultimately decided that I wanted to have the same last name as my kids. The divorce was final on December 4th as planned, no suprises thank God.<br /><br /><br /><br />The holidays were pretty hectic. I thought I would have had a hard time surviving my first holiday season as a single mom, but it went off without a hitch. Maybe it was that I didn't really have time to even think about it. There was about 5 days straight of non stop festivities. By far the best Christmas I've had, I'm sure that was because the kids had so much fun and were really into it. We spent New Years up north in Leetopia. I have some pretty funny pics from NYE but I doubt my family members would approve off putting those pics up for the world to see.<br /><br /><br /><br />January is almost over and all I feel like I've done this whole month is take kids to the doctor and as a result missing quite a few days of work. Thankfully my job is very understanding and flexible. It all started January 2nd.... A trip to Marshfield Urgent Care. Aria decided to ring in the new year with a case of the croup. She is still coughing and I believe she is the reason that there was 3 cases of Bhronchitis, 2 of pnuemonia, and 1 walking pnuemonia at the daycare. I think she infected everyone. So that brings us to this week, guess who got pnuemonia??? Thats right---Stephen. I am seriously thinking I should take Aria back to the dr for a chest x-ray too. She shouldn't be coughing from croup still.<br /><br /><br /><br />Aria is now in a big girl bed, and doing great. She made the switch much easier than Stephen ever did. Only a couple days of getting out of bed a few times and that was it. Piece of cake. Next step is potty training.<br /><br />Thats all for now...Someone near me stinks :)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-12965744051728015292009-11-23T13:32:00.001-08:002009-11-23T13:36:31.747-08:00No internet sucks!!So now it's been 2 months since my last post. Lots has been going on. We are all settled in the house and actually started to decorate for Christmas. Both kids are sick with pink eye, and Stephen has a double ear infection. Divorce should be final December 4th....everyone say a little prayer and cross your fingers that you know who doesn't prolong this anymore. <br /><br />Those of you that know me personally clear your calendar for Dec 12th. Let's call it a "housewarming" party....but you all know what it really is ;)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-71164675744252034032009-09-22T09:51:00.000-07:002009-09-22T10:05:28.255-07:00Really.... A whole month??Wow I can't believe a whole month has gone by and I haven't posted. It has also been a month since I moved into the new house. I know I suck and I haven't posted any pictures yet. This whole not having the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span> is really cramping my style. So whats new.....<br /><br />*Divorce was supposed to be final yesterday---but it's not :(<br />*House is done, with the exception of minor decorating (And whatever my dear old dad needs to work on)<br />*Halloween costumes are in the works :)<br />*Got me a new J-O-B!! No weekends---Hell Yeah!<br />*Aria is getting more diva-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">licious</span> everyday. And is currently getting 4 teeth-fun fun<br />* Stephen is going to be the next Tiger Woods. That kid can really whack a golf ball.<br />*I am down to 1 child in diapers. Stephen has been potty trained for about a year, but he is no longer wearing pull ups at night. LOVING IT!<br /><br />I feel like I have been insanely busy but when I write it down I guess I really am not all that busy. Typical day in the life of Renee:<br />Alarm goes off at 4:45am, get kids up and going by 5:30am, out the door by 6:10am, work till 3pm, dinner started by 4:15pm or else the monsters within my children destroy everything in their path, baths at 5:30pm, playtime till 6:30, Aria in bed, stories with Stephen till 7:10pm, hopefully by 8pm both kids are sleeping. Then my chores start and I am in bed by 9:30pm EVERYDAY!!! Wow what a life I have, but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. <br /><br />Oh how could I forget--------The transmission on my van is shot. One of these days I am going to have to take it in and get an estimate. Not that I can afford it if it is more than $100--HA.Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-58871918817559891072009-08-17T10:48:00.001-07:002009-08-17T11:08:12.727-07:00Updates...<ul><li>Kids are back after a week and a half with Dad and Grandma Carol. I couldn't be happier and it melts my heart <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> Stephen says, "Mommy, I missed you so much." It seems only minor "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">de</span>-programming" needs to be done, while major diaper rash is upon us. (is it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">coincidence</span> or teething???)</li><li>Friday is the BIG day for the house. I could technically move then, but there will be a week or two of major projects to get done first (I am hoping for 1 week). I am having a blast shopping for new stuff for the house. I spent this morning at HOBO checking out new vanities and flooring. Dad, aka my general contractor, will need to be along with measurements for those purchases. I have all 3 bedrooms planned out, bathroom is nearly decided on, all that is left is the kitchen and living room.</li><li>Stephen is all about Thomas the Train and the <a href="http://www.leapfrog.com/en/shop/tag_junior_library.html">Leapfrog Tag Junior</a> he got for his birthday. I got him a new book for it and you can even program it to say your child's name. He spent all morning turning it off and on, just so he could hear it say "Welcome back Stephen."</li><li>Work is going well. I don't love it, but I don't hate it either. I actually applied for a new job working for a hospice agency. One of the nurses that comes to my work has been trying to recruit me for about a month now. I finally did some number crunching and applied last night. The hours are much more flexible, the pay is better, and no mandatory weekends (maybe 1 every 6 weeks). The negative is I would be driving a lot during the day.</li><li>The big "D" update hasn't changed one bit. Lies reveal themselves almost on a daily basis. I continue to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappointed</span> in Robin's actions and decisions while the kids are with him. I am doing my best to accept the fact that things are out of my hands when they are with him. I can no longer control what he does or who he is with when I am not there. I make my opinions very clear, but it is like talking to a brick wall. So, we wait until the final hearing and hope it is final.</li></ul>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-34733569524557839562009-08-09T15:31:00.000-07:002009-08-09T15:35:26.458-07:00Little Ring Bearer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyqSU37Lm7qucwicz8iCiJl7SAB0sHuf-4Y9dhQuJR3cPqG5Py-0pv-9N5nAzyMUcEEiHZ8DlLw8SF4VVePHVYU43LYv5NJOJeQ_AD-qaiIf603aNMNDY5EYAlj_qiuVO2pfgKHBkThw/s1600-h/IMG_4088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096228298702274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyqSU37Lm7qucwicz8iCiJl7SAB0sHuf-4Y9dhQuJR3cPqG5Py-0pv-9N5nAzyMUcEEiHZ8DlLw8SF4VVePHVYU43LYv5NJOJeQ_AD-qaiIf603aNMNDY5EYAlj_qiuVO2pfgKHBkThw/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-PdTMenIFrWY7k2_5ziV7nYnVynI62a-87FCuHXxjBVEGjxvW1cIXNYm2s-n488DfWIzOJF2NEHFPqhYSWg5qA3dxFxx8jJmBtKTpXclj7nztTM7dGsDuY8bQ6qwv9WO0ZQMu4L7Mzg/s1600-h/IMG_4087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096092243358306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-PdTMenIFrWY7k2_5ziV7nYnVynI62a-87FCuHXxjBVEGjxvW1cIXNYm2s-n488DfWIzOJF2NEHFPqhYSWg5qA3dxFxx8jJmBtKTpXclj7nztTM7dGsDuY8bQ6qwv9WO0ZQMu4L7Mzg/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0rvtvgtqGCFWVkh-ADI5Z4nz_LgFIsYOlhe1hd1DGH3ufnGAEVeisQtWSC6_xL0cRNuVkt2tK6MexkGgrHLWsUSTt91Mq8ABPPK4eJZu_FkMq1FbRnnzpp-MQvhP3MQUUnkMvlEp6Mk/s1600-h/IMG_4065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368095886316007890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN0rvtvgtqGCFWVkh-ADI5Z4nz_LgFIsYOlhe1hd1DGH3ufnGAEVeisQtWSC6_xL0cRNuVkt2tK6MexkGgrHLWsUSTt91Mq8ABPPK4eJZu_FkMq1FbRnnzpp-MQvhP3MQUUnkMvlEp6Mk/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGovLfpex_U4CxIv4sDTBRDz19klFCqhgEsoczO__DhO9t8EhAZFkm3ebdtFcgB90PwcliJUAqnSiAt7epursgixFzNm5BVWQX00kdI2BYWgVNih15jvl_EWUDzQ39OVWgp1Yiltjg228/s1600-h/IMG_4054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368095732550971858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGovLfpex_U4CxIv4sDTBRDz19klFCqhgEsoczO__DhO9t8EhAZFkm3ebdtFcgB90PwcliJUAqnSiAt7epursgixFzNm5BVWQX00kdI2BYWgVNih15jvl_EWUDzQ39OVWgp1Yiltjg228/s320/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Stephen was in a wedding on Saturday.... OMG he was sooo handsome in his tux!! I was really worried that he wouldn't walk down the isle, but he did great!</div></div></div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-3316307960151309722009-08-04T17:53:00.000-07:002009-08-04T18:02:56.657-07:00Already 3?!?!Today is Stephen's 3rd birthday. I can't believe that 3 years ago today after 25 hours of labor I brought this amazing little boy into this crazy world. It is amazing how much a child grows and changes in such a short amount of time. He has become his own person with likes and dislikes, a silly sense of humor, opinions, and tests his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Independence</span> daily. We have days when for a split second I wonder why I brought this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">immense</span> challenge upon myself. But then another second later he will say "Mommy I love you so much," and melts my heart. With everything going on in our life right now it is my number one goal to make sure that my children are surrounded by loving and caring people. I will continue to have a normal life for my kids sake. Thank you to everyone who came to celebrate Stephen's 3rd birthday. It was a great reminder that we have a lot of people who love and support us. Thanks Again!!!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-27038261375057700022009-07-29T14:42:00.001-07:002009-07-29T16:50:54.217-07:00Water Balloons!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRdQTlg3WWkuBr9pajZfomMK_6ltoUL7omuZTMqFUGDwcVwkuTlL_6jiVT36r-Qod4dIAHOYqM_nvhn2hZmTFriksItlvqUuHD6H18RVr0gIzJdiDLkEOy93sSPdFpPkHZ93Ny76Gvp0/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364033422346825794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgRdQTlg3WWkuBr9pajZfomMK_6ltoUL7omuZTMqFUGDwcVwkuTlL_6jiVT36r-Qod4dIAHOYqM_nvhn2hZmTFriksItlvqUuHD6H18RVr0gIzJdiDLkEOy93sSPdFpPkHZ93Ny76Gvp0/s320/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /></a> It took me forever to make all those darn balloons<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Nm5LzyU0Vv0W3hyphenhyphenrZMKBByHACq9fEG5A1-r6zsOMxgnm2lJjyjr_qefOVTXaUnmTgmJ90hjoQu4cnnRv6Q9QiIXeUHyWYDzGZHsp9KzmrbPfqHuvM8FNCfj_PIhaENTFnh3ShcTQ5Xw/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032978578669106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Nm5LzyU0Vv0W3hyphenhyphenrZMKBByHACq9fEG5A1-r6zsOMxgnm2lJjyjr_qefOVTXaUnmTgmJ90hjoQu4cnnRv6Q9QiIXeUHyWYDzGZHsp9KzmrbPfqHuvM8FNCfj_PIhaENTFnh3ShcTQ5Xw/s320/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /></a> She kept trying to smash them on the ground, not enough muscle yet.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2n3-8yHAGGdVyMVzntPPX_Jh5xZP76udCjt1GpmfH60O9XVKTf8GhXs8PQNrdEFduJhESqgMjxU1Nj8X9AYofsMCM7OZWQ1sZn4580iw58iwJRUajQO1K4a-yOADgEsKnia4hJGR51mI/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032669885298914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2n3-8yHAGGdVyMVzntPPX_Jh5xZP76udCjt1GpmfH60O9XVKTf8GhXs8PQNrdEFduJhESqgMjxU1Nj8X9AYofsMCM7OZWQ1sZn4580iw58iwJRUajQO1K4a-yOADgEsKnia4hJGR51mI/s320/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mid-air<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUhX0W8FBDsrMo-OysCuHBC8yEKXagDJvHHmI4eM95IIATeeRKXWnx1j1eDVzbdBC2JCvrbwwK-wTW4i-JwLeJXweJR1GBWBWcfzLwot226wfD1dI-NqGoOlcLvdK2jEjbv5fVxfJmjU/s1600-h/DSC02488.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032010099598706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUhX0W8FBDsrMo-OysCuHBC8yEKXagDJvHHmI4eM95IIATeeRKXWnx1j1eDVzbdBC2JCvrbwwK-wTW4i-JwLeJXweJR1GBWBWcfzLwot226wfD1dI-NqGoOlcLvdK2jEjbv5fVxfJmjU/s320/DSC02488.JPG" border="0" /></a> POP!!</div><br /></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-43716523974874401522009-07-26T04:39:00.000-07:002009-07-29T16:51:47.379-07:00Stephens First Brewers Game<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvAsPFNGTxz3pnbK47yK0WVk9gRTd-S8YElvZchbMw7YQS6FosWDu0x0Ib2d2a8WTOva8TlzuL-R-NK6oZvGnOZ3238fq9e6GMv9CUH2IixYYjWZCBh6K187duZiLHf-bppEFc7ZsGHc/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362734221162233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvAsPFNGTxz3pnbK47yK0WVk9gRTd-S8YElvZchbMw7YQS6FosWDu0x0Ib2d2a8WTOva8TlzuL-R-NK6oZvGnOZ3238fq9e6GMv9CUH2IixYYjWZCBh6K187duZiLHf-bppEFc7ZsGHc/s400/DSC02441.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Stephen is so lucky to have such a great uncle. Uncle John took Stephen, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Madisen</span>, and Papa to the Brewers game last night. We were all a little worried about how long the kids would last, but both me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LeAnne</span> sent along lots of snacks. As long as you have food, those kids will do just about anything you want. They ended up staying for the entire game!! Stephen keeps talking about the roof opening and closing (it was closed when they got there, then open, and closed again so he got to see it a lot) and the "guys up there didn't fall." I can tell Stephen loved it, he didn't even fall asleep on the way home he was still so excited. </div><div> </div><div>More pics on flicker-------></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-80209329875701987052009-07-24T16:47:00.001-07:002009-07-24T16:57:10.143-07:00My Charitable DonationI got 10 inches cut off today and donated it to Locks of Love...Feels great to get rid of the dead weight ;)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj009QGWGHpAvgkEFbzsRp8P7qT-7YEVk-eyoJ7K_G_aaXWvGXzoNemYEvyt8iLGuCHbSZy2YJ6sVOhyphenhyphen0VcZHQo48qVOSIEiVaJT_CMDYjK9Ij0ql-enNVBfZS7uEIOxlClT8vSAfTSNHg/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362179396795111106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj009QGWGHpAvgkEFbzsRp8P7qT-7YEVk-eyoJ7K_G_aaXWvGXzoNemYEvyt8iLGuCHbSZy2YJ6sVOhyphenhyphen0VcZHQo48qVOSIEiVaJT_CMDYjK9Ij0ql-enNVBfZS7uEIOxlClT8vSAfTSNHg/s320/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqimOwqFB5xDKYe_8GNS_Wrpiig8hCtFyMDk8hwJMbcE8j6N5vNGARriKXx4hzAF0ePtXD8i06mYx_iNvUKjInUl_Z9SedjychFUvKCy-5eA4u4ngF4fZqT1D-9F4ChhBBZEqM9Qe3_64/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362179055471757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqimOwqFB5xDKYe_8GNS_Wrpiig8hCtFyMDk8hwJMbcE8j6N5vNGARriKXx4hzAF0ePtXD8i06mYx_iNvUKjInUl_Z9SedjychFUvKCy-5eA4u4ngF4fZqT1D-9F4ChhBBZEqM9Qe3_64/s320/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-27179917658225417892009-07-18T15:31:00.001-07:002009-07-18T15:31:20.147-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-67863445971068550172009-07-12T18:49:00.000-07:002009-07-12T18:56:36.368-07:00Our Photo shoot<div align="center">Here are a few of the amazing pictures my sister was able to take of the kids today at the beach. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUlPhbh6K60vfx4kWacXsMKeTwzlOe9WxhIsa8EbTYQorbGI3RrX4P1BLKk5ECmYN4mTYJ-mnrwfLUEPpIVQRXMbzDoXBwkz_NUZd9Pd4wVJDL5P3q-4ph5JjzYWeySGZewV6n6FElB4/s1600-h/IMG_1022+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357757401554829218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUlPhbh6K60vfx4kWacXsMKeTwzlOe9WxhIsa8EbTYQorbGI3RrX4P1BLKk5ECmYN4mTYJ-mnrwfLUEPpIVQRXMbzDoXBwkz_NUZd9Pd4wVJDL5P3q-4ph5JjzYWeySGZewV6n6FElB4/s320/IMG_1022+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBWMUaxce-8WehcXDThUwM2dcQb8CaaKN7Rd9HFGASxKaCT0MyiZ4cqxLia3Y36aJeZ__xgc1W6J8xFIsc_izt5d5RPPmJqfE55AA9EdJDBMPJQd8dRDzTO0UhLMLXEJg5cp1AQ7eF1c/s1600-h/IMG_1007_enhanced.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756822716938402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBWMUaxce-8WehcXDThUwM2dcQb8CaaKN7Rd9HFGASxKaCT0MyiZ4cqxLia3Y36aJeZ__xgc1W6J8xFIsc_izt5d5RPPmJqfE55AA9EdJDBMPJQd8dRDzTO0UhLMLXEJg5cp1AQ7eF1c/s320/IMG_1007_enhanced.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-RCUPPWHOUQMvNb8fmhxrFow2nSs9Pu101J_7FleHyx_MWQDFMVW7LDn31y1AzIenxiVrl5QLcy03vYMcfl7SoYmFgB68Fdr_A9Y0Cv0P1DgzSt39Ud3Al-d3ipYTk5AOANHcldyDa0/s1600-h/IMG_1074_enhanced_BW.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756616668310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-RCUPPWHOUQMvNb8fmhxrFow2nSs9Pu101J_7FleHyx_MWQDFMVW7LDn31y1AzIenxiVrl5QLcy03vYMcfl7SoYmFgB68Fdr_A9Y0Cv0P1DgzSt39Ud3Al-d3ipYTk5AOANHcldyDa0/s320/IMG_1074_enhanced_BW.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLz9mNdOcliQhixJVJ9q75sNHgQ04htMCxeIoUzYHjbYKdl1_uNR-0HcXa-IAcWFF0jWz6OqH4W0nJoWiDJTC0iaHJ0vhlKMto7OL_hxw0DMd7DiHZEe8DDUSFyViUqGkQOlc8miSMt_M/s1600-h/IMG_1010_crop+enhanced.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357756480571746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLz9mNdOcliQhixJVJ9q75sNHgQ04htMCxeIoUzYHjbYKdl1_uNR-0HcXa-IAcWFF0jWz6OqH4W0nJoWiDJTC0iaHJ0vhlKMto7OL_hxw0DMd7DiHZEe8DDUSFyViUqGkQOlc8miSMt_M/s320/IMG_1010_crop+enhanced.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367854158148115096.post-33119464395863926852009-07-09T19:38:00.000-07:002009-07-09T19:39:17.114-07:00How could I forget....9 days until my birthday!!! (hint-hint)Reneehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07834914549562967030noreply@blogger.com0