Monday, December 24, 2012
...but we've been good!
Well, here I am. It's Christmas eve and I am writing a blog from my phone. It's been a week since I've been healthy. A week since I've been able to say that I felt great. I've had influenza that turned into an upper respatory infection. And four our of six of our children have been diagnosed with influenza. Never would I have thought that we would be suffering from this mess. I am so anti shots, and yet here I am...wishing we all would have gotten the flu shot. It's Christmas eve and we've all been down Nd out. Between fevers and administering meds we haven't had much time for Christmas spirit. .......this morning santa did visit our home and that did bring a little joy to our house. It was nice to see the kids s, team, smile, and laugh. John and I both needed that. Gavin has rsv.and pneumonia by the way and he is doing substantially better. we have been receiving so many get well wishes I wished that they actually made us better. But it is nice that people care enough to check on us. So Anthony, ho hopefully I will be done feeling sorry for myself and perk up enough to bring some music hand.cheer to the house. I've got sleeping Dylan on my lap and he finally stopped having.fever and I need to stand up and take a break. Gavin is about to have a stroke that someone else other than him is on me......so on that note I'm out of here. Merry Christmas yall. Xoxox Mrs plague.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Happy Birthday To Our Boy.
On every single one of our children's birthdays I always sit back and think of the years past. I remember all of the good times. I can remember every booboo every hug, every kiss, every word, all of these cherished memories.
I have been given the opportunity in life to be there for all the years of Josephs life. Although I may not have been his Step Mother for all the years of his life, I feel blessed that I have had the ability to watch this boy grow.
Joseph was two years old when John and I had started to see each other and at the time he was hardly talking. He had called me "Binkti" and he loved cool cars and his Dad. The bond that Joey and his Father have always had is one that not many Fathers these days share with their sons. And that is what I love the most about Joseph's personality is that he has love for people and making people happy and he always has.
As the years go on I have watched this big eyed boy grow into such a young man and it seems like it has happened so fast.
My husband and I are always astounded at the new things he may learn. When he comes home from school, he kicks his shoes off, and asks to get started with his homework for the day, we know that he has grasped responsibility. The detication that he shows to his school work lets me know that that the morals/work ethics that Jay and I are trying to instill in our children are sticking and to be honest that warms my heart!
So, last night I had the idea to blow up a ton of balloons and have him wake up to the floor filled with it. This morning, Jay and I walked into his room and Gavin had started to holler because he spotted all of the balloons. Joseph started to giggle that still boyish giggle, when my husband started to kiss him and I started to tease him asking him "what the heck is going on in here?!" He announced that it was HIS BIRTHDAY and really wanted to go down stairs to make the announcement to his other brothers and sister.
What a blessed day this is, to have our six year old wake up happy and healthy.
PS.
My husband and I were talking about how in six months we will have 3 six year olds. Six months, three six year olds for six months. BRING IT ON 2013 ;)
X0X0X
Mrs. Roy
Thursday, November 22, 2012
GIVE THANKS
I totally didn't do a thankful for every day. Although I am thankful for something every day and not just in the month of November, I will just say this: I am thankful for the gift(s) and opportunities that God has given to me. When things weren't going right and wrong paths had been taken I was always driven in the right direction. I am thankful for my Son Alexander, who may have came very early in my life but he took me away from a life that I can honestly say I don't know if I would be alive today. I am thankful for my twins, because they helped me grow and helped me become a better Mother!
I am thankful for lost relationships because they lead me to the love of my life, Jay. I am so very thankful for my husband John because he gave me a place to live when I had no where else to go. He showed me love in a way that no one else ever had before. He showed me the love a Father had for his children when he tucked them in at night. He showed me the love a step-father has for his children when he tucked the others in at night!
I am also thankful for the three gifts that he gave me, Joseph, Dylan, and Gavin. These three boys helped complete my want for a big family and gave my other three children awesome brothers! We took our chance with Gavin and I couldn't think of a more amazing big blue eyed long eye lashed baby to put that finishing touch to our chaos!
I am so thankful for my job because in this day and age money is hard to come by. What are the chances of my interview at kmart being sabotaged (lol stella, remember that?) turning into a job with a wonderful family? I seriously have never met a more caring and giving family than that one. They were there right away when I had moved in, they always help to this day with anything that they can. I honestly could never repay these people for the love they have shown me and my family! And the only thing that they ask for in return is respect and love and that is something that they not only deserve but that they will always receive from me!
I am thankful for my Mom, and my brother and sisters that are always there to help with the kids when I need to work and my Grandmother for doing the same. We have our own little group up here and we are strong and a good family in that way.
I am thankful for Jared and Deborah. I am so happy that I wrote them and they came into my lives even when they didn't have to. I am so glad that I had found you two and that you have became the Dad I never had and that awesome Step Mom. I am thankful for every conversation, our meetings, our cards, and especially that you guys got facebook and texting so it's easier to talk everyday VS. letters haha..Technology!
I am going to try to wrap this up now. I am thankful for my TRUE friends that have stuck beside me no matter what has happened in my life. I understand that I haven't always been the most amazing person to be around. I understand that I may have not always been the best friend that you could have asked for. I understand that I might not always see you, or talk to you, but you people know who you are to me. I don't need to name anyone because you know who you are. My very few true friends, and I am thankful for my new friendships that are blossoming as well. Don't worry, I didn't skip out on ya.
I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THOSE 74 POUNDS BEING GONE! THE GYM, THE SWEAT, THE TEARS, THE GOOD DAYS THE BAD DAYS.........THE END!
X0X0XX0
Mrs. Roy
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
And then it just hit me like a ton of bricks.
Since the school year has started I have noticed huge improvements with the kids. Alexander is doing so well, hardly ever doing anything other than perfect work. Pre-school Dylan seems to be doing well, and The Kindergarten children are doing pretty well, except for my Aiden.
I had an early PT conference with Aidens teacher. We had an early conf. because of Aidens behavior. Aiden has been having a hard time listening and completing his work.
For awhile I have known that something wasn't quite "right" with Aiden. I watch the other children grow and play, and their likes and dislikes change. Aiden has stayed the same for the past two years. He still likes the things that he liked while he was Dylan's age and he isn't quite at the same level as say Joseph or Miley is for that age.
Anyway, the teacher had said that she felt that Aiden was very immature. She also showed me his test scores. When I saw them my mouth dropped open and I felt as if I was going to faint. My eyes started to water and it hit me like a ton of bricks, something really is going on with my baby.
His uncompleted work sheets she saved back showed that he was too busy writing his name all over the paper. He was stuck on one thing. This is when Aiden was having a hard time writing his name and he would do this all of the time. He was being Aiden, practicing his name, so Mommy would be super happy that he was writing properly. He wasn't focusing on the task at hand, he was focused on what he wanted to learn to do and that was to write his name properly.
She told me that she has tried to help him on several occasions and even worksheets they do together as a class are wrong because he is speeding thru them so he can color a picture.
I saw his writing journal and you could tell when it was a bad day for him, because it would be sloppy and he would be scribbling pictures instead of taking the time. Some days are better than others, obviously.
My ex husband was and still is trying to convince me that Aiden is just lazy. He is trying to convince me that nothing is wrong. But after seeing my darling Aidens test scores, speaking with the teacher, I knew it was time to go over any one trying to convince me that I wanted something wrong with my son (which is a complete and total load of bullshit) I made a doctors appointment today to have Aiden screened for ADD/ADHD.
I never would have thought in one million years that our family would face this. John and I have been struggling with Aiden and getting him to complete tasks as simple as getting dressed within a reasonable amount of time, various other things. Jay was there with me at the PT conference because I felt that he is a huge part of Aidens life. Aiden lives with us, John is someone he needs to be able to know that he is there for him too.
I am so very nervous for Aidens doctors appointment. I know that everything will be okay. I am looking into trying different eating habits for Aiden to see if that helps. I have heard a lot of people tell me to try that as well.
Well, that is all. That's what's going on. Hopefully I will have happier news next time.
Mrs Roy.
I had an early PT conference with Aidens teacher. We had an early conf. because of Aidens behavior. Aiden has been having a hard time listening and completing his work.
For awhile I have known that something wasn't quite "right" with Aiden. I watch the other children grow and play, and their likes and dislikes change. Aiden has stayed the same for the past two years. He still likes the things that he liked while he was Dylan's age and he isn't quite at the same level as say Joseph or Miley is for that age.
Anyway, the teacher had said that she felt that Aiden was very immature. She also showed me his test scores. When I saw them my mouth dropped open and I felt as if I was going to faint. My eyes started to water and it hit me like a ton of bricks, something really is going on with my baby.
His uncompleted work sheets she saved back showed that he was too busy writing his name all over the paper. He was stuck on one thing. This is when Aiden was having a hard time writing his name and he would do this all of the time. He was being Aiden, practicing his name, so Mommy would be super happy that he was writing properly. He wasn't focusing on the task at hand, he was focused on what he wanted to learn to do and that was to write his name properly.
She told me that she has tried to help him on several occasions and even worksheets they do together as a class are wrong because he is speeding thru them so he can color a picture.
I saw his writing journal and you could tell when it was a bad day for him, because it would be sloppy and he would be scribbling pictures instead of taking the time. Some days are better than others, obviously.
My ex husband was and still is trying to convince me that Aiden is just lazy. He is trying to convince me that nothing is wrong. But after seeing my darling Aidens test scores, speaking with the teacher, I knew it was time to go over any one trying to convince me that I wanted something wrong with my son (which is a complete and total load of bullshit) I made a doctors appointment today to have Aiden screened for ADD/ADHD.
I never would have thought in one million years that our family would face this. John and I have been struggling with Aiden and getting him to complete tasks as simple as getting dressed within a reasonable amount of time, various other things. Jay was there with me at the PT conference because I felt that he is a huge part of Aidens life. Aiden lives with us, John is someone he needs to be able to know that he is there for him too.
I am so very nervous for Aidens doctors appointment. I know that everything will be okay. I am looking into trying different eating habits for Aiden to see if that helps. I have heard a lot of people tell me to try that as well.
Well, that is all. That's what's going on. Hopefully I will have happier news next time.
Mrs Roy.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
What would you do?
Yesterday after picking up the children from school, on our way home Joe says to me "I have a surprise for you and you are going to LOVE IT!"
When we got home I didn't know what to expect because my guy Joe tends to have surprises that are slimey, scratchy or stinky. We all got setteled in and he shows me this book about spiders. I read this book and the drawings and colors and I say to him "Job well done! But did you cut this book out yourself?" as I hold the book up in the air to examin it, he says to me, "yes! and that is the surprise, I knew you would LOVE how I cut this book, and you can have it."
To most it would just be some paper that the kids cut out at school and learned about spiders. But for me it was a bonding moment with my step-son Joey. The words "step" always sends shivers down my spine. So for those who know me, a bonding moment with my son, Joey.
The reason why I feel this way is because he made it that morning at school and all day he had to have thought about how proud I would be of his careful cutting skills. The fact that he actually cares how much I am proud of him means that he loves me. The fact that I know for a fact that he loves me makes my heart well up and almost makes me feel like I could cry.
One may ask why after almost three years of caring for a boy every single day, that just now I am feeling this? The answer is: I am not just now feeling love. I get I love yous, photographs, presents, and other things from this boy. He is a loving boy. I know he loves his Father the most and no one can ever compare to him. I know that he also loves his Mother and I know that he loves me. But when you see this small boy of five that you have known all of his life show signs of maturity, to love AND care, and feel that feeling of accomplisment it makes you well up. It lets me know that he really truely thinks the world of me. Whatever anyone has ever said to him about his Father and I, none of that matters because not only does he care what we think of him he cares what we FEEL. To me that is the ultimate love. I am glad to have that relationship with him because the only other person he has ever shown that kind of care and love for his is Father, who everyone knows is Joey's world. Joey may not ever show that kind of care again, but I will always remember that moment on September 28th after school, where Joey age five wanted me to be proud of his accomplishment of cutting his book about spiders.
Now, onto my point of why I am writing.
A few days ago while at work, I believe I was changing Gavins diaper, an Amber Alert interuppted the TV program Grandma B was watching. They were warning everyone that a 3 week old baby girl had been kidnapped out of Toulon, which is not very far from where I work or reside. The thought of this little baby being kidnapped made my heart drop and my stomach hurt. I told my Mother in Law that I prayed to God that this infant would have been stolen by someone who would take care of her, not harm her, as odd as that may sound to some of you.
The overwheleming amount of facebook amber alert posts started and I believe that everyone all over was looking, waiting, hoping, that this infant girl Mia was okay.
As the story unravled it was found that a woman in Yellow sweatpants was parked next to the girl who was at the post office with two of her children. My first thought is, why would you not take your children into the post office? Surely it would have only taken a minute? Some say that maybe she ran inside because it was too cold to take the children out a lot. Then you shouldn't have taken your child at all. Why would one take a newborn but not a 10 month old? She then couldn't provide what the woman looked like, just what kind of pants she had on and what color her car was and what was in the back seat of the car.
Fast forwarding to later on it had been said the Mother had been arrested. I was glad because I felt that no trip to the post office was that important to knowingly leave your children in the car. The difference between the parents who forgot and the parents who know is the fact that the parents who know are knowingly putting their children in danger and the parents who honestly had forgotten they wouldn't have ever ever ever wanted or think about leaving their children in the car. Even though they did.
Anyway, later on I had this feeling that this girl since having gotten pregnant so quickly after having one child I felt that she possibly could have had post partum depression. Not that I found that should be used as an excuse to get out of prison but I felt that it is an EXCUSE to recieve HELP.
A lot of people talk a lot of smack about what they would or wouldn't do. A lot of people say that they should stick her in the chair and fry her. A lot of people are just so quick to want to take the life of someone, which is sick actually if you think about it. Those are the people you should watch out for.
So,The infant was found in a ditch in the country. The fact that she was found was actually a huge relief off of my shoulders and the fact that her mother did it made me feel some kind of relief as morbid as that may sound, because I was thinking of this crazy woman in ugly sweat pants snatching babies to live with her and her other twelve children in the woods of Illinois!!!
When you have post partum depression you are simply crazy. You know you are crazy and so many women do not go get help for it because everyone is always so close to point the finger and tell them that they are nuts and shouldn't have children. But the fact of the matter is: She didn't ditch both of her children. which leads me to believe this baby could be colicky? Maybe she just couldn't handle it. The small part of me believes that she loved her child. She did not kill her and and she left her in the country only to know that the farmers are picking. Someone would have found her. I think this was her cry for help, but in the wrong way. PPD makes you do awful things, again, not an excuse to stay ouf of prison.
What would you do? What wouldn't you do? None of you know. You can say you know, but you really do not know. Pray to God you will never know what it feels like to be that low, to be that sick, to have thousands of people hate you because of what you have done.
When we got home I didn't know what to expect because my guy Joe tends to have surprises that are slimey, scratchy or stinky. We all got setteled in and he shows me this book about spiders. I read this book and the drawings and colors and I say to him "Job well done! But did you cut this book out yourself?" as I hold the book up in the air to examin it, he says to me, "yes! and that is the surprise, I knew you would LOVE how I cut this book, and you can have it."
To most it would just be some paper that the kids cut out at school and learned about spiders. But for me it was a bonding moment with my step-son Joey. The words "step" always sends shivers down my spine. So for those who know me, a bonding moment with my son, Joey.
The reason why I feel this way is because he made it that morning at school and all day he had to have thought about how proud I would be of his careful cutting skills. The fact that he actually cares how much I am proud of him means that he loves me. The fact that I know for a fact that he loves me makes my heart well up and almost makes me feel like I could cry.
One may ask why after almost three years of caring for a boy every single day, that just now I am feeling this? The answer is: I am not just now feeling love. I get I love yous, photographs, presents, and other things from this boy. He is a loving boy. I know he loves his Father the most and no one can ever compare to him. I know that he also loves his Mother and I know that he loves me. But when you see this small boy of five that you have known all of his life show signs of maturity, to love AND care, and feel that feeling of accomplisment it makes you well up. It lets me know that he really truely thinks the world of me. Whatever anyone has ever said to him about his Father and I, none of that matters because not only does he care what we think of him he cares what we FEEL. To me that is the ultimate love. I am glad to have that relationship with him because the only other person he has ever shown that kind of care and love for his is Father, who everyone knows is Joey's world. Joey may not ever show that kind of care again, but I will always remember that moment on September 28th after school, where Joey age five wanted me to be proud of his accomplishment of cutting his book about spiders.
Now, onto my point of why I am writing.
A few days ago while at work, I believe I was changing Gavins diaper, an Amber Alert interuppted the TV program Grandma B was watching. They were warning everyone that a 3 week old baby girl had been kidnapped out of Toulon, which is not very far from where I work or reside. The thought of this little baby being kidnapped made my heart drop and my stomach hurt. I told my Mother in Law that I prayed to God that this infant would have been stolen by someone who would take care of her, not harm her, as odd as that may sound to some of you.
The overwheleming amount of facebook amber alert posts started and I believe that everyone all over was looking, waiting, hoping, that this infant girl Mia was okay.
As the story unravled it was found that a woman in Yellow sweatpants was parked next to the girl who was at the post office with two of her children. My first thought is, why would you not take your children into the post office? Surely it would have only taken a minute? Some say that maybe she ran inside because it was too cold to take the children out a lot. Then you shouldn't have taken your child at all. Why would one take a newborn but not a 10 month old? She then couldn't provide what the woman looked like, just what kind of pants she had on and what color her car was and what was in the back seat of the car.
Fast forwarding to later on it had been said the Mother had been arrested. I was glad because I felt that no trip to the post office was that important to knowingly leave your children in the car. The difference between the parents who forgot and the parents who know is the fact that the parents who know are knowingly putting their children in danger and the parents who honestly had forgotten they wouldn't have ever ever ever wanted or think about leaving their children in the car. Even though they did.
Anyway, later on I had this feeling that this girl since having gotten pregnant so quickly after having one child I felt that she possibly could have had post partum depression. Not that I found that should be used as an excuse to get out of prison but I felt that it is an EXCUSE to recieve HELP.
A lot of people talk a lot of smack about what they would or wouldn't do. A lot of people say that they should stick her in the chair and fry her. A lot of people are just so quick to want to take the life of someone, which is sick actually if you think about it. Those are the people you should watch out for.
So,The infant was found in a ditch in the country. The fact that she was found was actually a huge relief off of my shoulders and the fact that her mother did it made me feel some kind of relief as morbid as that may sound, because I was thinking of this crazy woman in ugly sweat pants snatching babies to live with her and her other twelve children in the woods of Illinois!!!
When you have post partum depression you are simply crazy. You know you are crazy and so many women do not go get help for it because everyone is always so close to point the finger and tell them that they are nuts and shouldn't have children. But the fact of the matter is: She didn't ditch both of her children. which leads me to believe this baby could be colicky? Maybe she just couldn't handle it. The small part of me believes that she loved her child. She did not kill her and and she left her in the country only to know that the farmers are picking. Someone would have found her. I think this was her cry for help, but in the wrong way. PPD makes you do awful things, again, not an excuse to stay ouf of prison.
What would you do? What wouldn't you do? None of you know. You can say you know, but you really do not know. Pray to God you will never know what it feels like to be that low, to be that sick, to have thousands of people hate you because of what you have done.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Master Mom
Family Stress:
As usual around this time of year Jay and I get stressed out. We are trying to save our pennies so we can get thru the month of October. Since my husband has to pay maintenance in the form of child support (lol) to his ex wife and he hardly gets a "base pay" check anyway it makes it rough.( Oct-April Jay and I are going on unemployment since our work is seasonal) But we always get through it. This year seems to be a little different since we have taken on a lot of home improvements (Tuck pointing the house, re-doing the plumbing/flooring, just to name a few) we have a five year plan for our home in what we would like to do for it and it just seems like our goals aren't being met as fast as we had planned. He and I have been together going on four years in December and lived together almost over two and a half years and we've really wanted to do a lot more with the house than we have. SO besides money problems and home improvement quotas not being met we have been a little bit on the assy side to each other.
It felt really nice today when he just grabbed my face really hard and planted one on me. He told me everything was going to be okay. That really made me smile, because I could feel that spark of romance that is there but is just so buried in stress! I also felt at peace. I really felt like everything was just going to work out and be okay. I know that it always is okay. I guess the stressors of having such a big family are finally really really settling in. We are doing the things we've always wanted to do and have the things we've always wanted to have which also needs to be in with being on top of our bills and being the ones to get whatever the kids need at all times.
ANYTHING ELSE:
Tomorrow I have two games at the same time, Grandparents day, two birthday parties, and need to do my sisters hair for homecoming! I think I will be turning in a bit early tonight!
Well, the husband is calling me from LOWE'S about flooring so I shall go.
xoxox
Mrs. Roy
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
It was like having a newborn again.
Now that I have downed an entire monster zero, cleaned 90% of my house (dishes beware) now I am sitting down and trying to keep awake and keep going...........I decided to write a blog because I have not in quite sometime in this neck of the woods. Sorry for anything that might not make sense or any typos you might come to :P
I've got some PBS show on TV, Joey running around with a NERO sword in his underwear with a toy drill in the side pretending to kill zombies...A baby that is sick (hence the sleep dep.) and all of the rest of the kids are doing their own thing. I kind of feel like I am on vacation since nothing is going on at the moment HAHA!
So anyway, last night about 11pm I heard Gavin in the other room with his barking cough. Then struggling to breath. I woke up, checked his temp, gave him some meds, and crawled back into bed. Barking coughs later, I brought him into bed with me laying on my chest. I turned on a hot shower at some point I am not sure what time so we could get some steam going on. Went back to bed, and after Tossing and turning and being restless I decided to let my husband alone and go downstairs. After being downstairs and finding myself getting frustraited I decided to call the hubby on the phone and tell him I need him to come downstairs with the baby so I can at least get an hours worth of sleep.
He was irritated as much as I was all day long. I took Gavin to the doctor and he has croup which sounds terrible itself. I remember when Alexander had gotten croup before I obviously was a new Mom and I really thought he was going to have to be hospitalized! I think the only other child besides Gavin and Alexander that I've had to do that with is Dylan. When Dylan was about 10/11 months old I remember staying up all night with him when he was sick because he had that icky barky cough and then I do recall maybe last year he may have started to get that cough but John and I caught that pretty quickly.
Anyway, enough of this sickness stuff. I wanted to let you know that I am having such a fun time with these kids in school. They are growing and learning and it's just so amazing to me how well they are doing. Well, most of them.
Aiden is struggling a little bit more than I would have liked him to. I have been working on him a lot more than I work with the others simply because he is just not on the same leval as Joey or Miley. He is all over the place half of the time and he doesn't seem to remember things that I have already went with him. Although a praise is: is writing is improving. He is forming his letters right and he is grasping on to certain site words now which a week ago he was not even doing.
Joseph is my little reader, which I wouldn't have suspected any differently. He and Alexander are best friends and Alexander is always constantly reading. I teach him his pop corn words every night (site words) and he knows them all. I'm far too impressed with how he grasps things and I am very glad that he got his quick learning from his Father!
Alexander, as always, is doing fantastic in school. He is doing something called RTI and he can't stop talking about it. He got a "caught being good" card today in school. One of his buddies named Kacie wanted to be a part that he was in this play they are doing in RTI, and he gave her his part even though he wanted it, too. What a gentlemen :)
Miley is on par with everything she is supposed to be doing. She seems to be more concerned with social status at school though, which terrifies me because this is Knoxville. Kids are harsh everywhere but when you live in a small town like this you tend to have a bit more harshness twords one another. We shall see.
Dylan is doing very well too. He is getting compliments on how well he does things and I am always getting good feedback when I ask how he has done for the day. We have just recently learned how to set a table :) That is one of his "extra work" things that he doesn't have to do but we choose to do because it's good for him :)
Aside from all of this updates from the children everything is going rather well. My husband had just had to re do our plumbing. We had a HUGE problem where tree roots were growing into our plumbing. We didn't have proper plumbing for a day or two and were going to the restroom/taking baths at relatives homes. I was so glad when we didn't have to do that anymore. You NEVER know what you have until it is gone, let me tell you. My husband deserves a huge award for being able to pull off a six thousand dollar job (professionally done) for just about 300 dollars. The plus side is I got a new bathroom floor out of it ;)
Well y'all this is all I have for now and I thank you all for reading and I hope that you have a fantastic rest of the week!
x0x0x
Mrs. Roy
I've got some PBS show on TV, Joey running around with a NERO sword in his underwear with a toy drill in the side pretending to kill zombies...A baby that is sick (hence the sleep dep.) and all of the rest of the kids are doing their own thing. I kind of feel like I am on vacation since nothing is going on at the moment HAHA!
So anyway, last night about 11pm I heard Gavin in the other room with his barking cough. Then struggling to breath. I woke up, checked his temp, gave him some meds, and crawled back into bed. Barking coughs later, I brought him into bed with me laying on my chest. I turned on a hot shower at some point I am not sure what time so we could get some steam going on. Went back to bed, and after Tossing and turning and being restless I decided to let my husband alone and go downstairs. After being downstairs and finding myself getting frustraited I decided to call the hubby on the phone and tell him I need him to come downstairs with the baby so I can at least get an hours worth of sleep.
He was irritated as much as I was all day long. I took Gavin to the doctor and he has croup which sounds terrible itself. I remember when Alexander had gotten croup before I obviously was a new Mom and I really thought he was going to have to be hospitalized! I think the only other child besides Gavin and Alexander that I've had to do that with is Dylan. When Dylan was about 10/11 months old I remember staying up all night with him when he was sick because he had that icky barky cough and then I do recall maybe last year he may have started to get that cough but John and I caught that pretty quickly.
Anyway, enough of this sickness stuff. I wanted to let you know that I am having such a fun time with these kids in school. They are growing and learning and it's just so amazing to me how well they are doing. Well, most of them.
Aiden is struggling a little bit more than I would have liked him to. I have been working on him a lot more than I work with the others simply because he is just not on the same leval as Joey or Miley. He is all over the place half of the time and he doesn't seem to remember things that I have already went with him. Although a praise is: is writing is improving. He is forming his letters right and he is grasping on to certain site words now which a week ago he was not even doing.
Joseph is my little reader, which I wouldn't have suspected any differently. He and Alexander are best friends and Alexander is always constantly reading. I teach him his pop corn words every night (site words) and he knows them all. I'm far too impressed with how he grasps things and I am very glad that he got his quick learning from his Father!
Alexander, as always, is doing fantastic in school. He is doing something called RTI and he can't stop talking about it. He got a "caught being good" card today in school. One of his buddies named Kacie wanted to be a part that he was in this play they are doing in RTI, and he gave her his part even though he wanted it, too. What a gentlemen :)
Miley is on par with everything she is supposed to be doing. She seems to be more concerned with social status at school though, which terrifies me because this is Knoxville. Kids are harsh everywhere but when you live in a small town like this you tend to have a bit more harshness twords one another. We shall see.
Dylan is doing very well too. He is getting compliments on how well he does things and I am always getting good feedback when I ask how he has done for the day. We have just recently learned how to set a table :) That is one of his "extra work" things that he doesn't have to do but we choose to do because it's good for him :)
Aside from all of this updates from the children everything is going rather well. My husband had just had to re do our plumbing. We had a HUGE problem where tree roots were growing into our plumbing. We didn't have proper plumbing for a day or two and were going to the restroom/taking baths at relatives homes. I was so glad when we didn't have to do that anymore. You NEVER know what you have until it is gone, let me tell you. My husband deserves a huge award for being able to pull off a six thousand dollar job (professionally done) for just about 300 dollars. The plus side is I got a new bathroom floor out of it ;)
Well y'all this is all I have for now and I thank you all for reading and I hope that you have a fantastic rest of the week!
x0x0x
Mrs. Roy
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Birthdays....and other things.
I love this song. It always makes me tear up slightly! It makes me think of all of the children and how they are growing up so quickly. I can't imagine my life without them.
Two birthdays have came and gone. Alexander turned 8 years old and my last baby boy Gavin, 1 year old. It was a wonderful day to celebrate with family!
TOMORROW a certain boy named Dylan will be three years old. I have watched him grow from a newborn to this. It's certainly amazing how much he has transformed into a little boy. He tries so hard to keep up with his brothers and sister, it's kind of funny. Sometimes when we are sitting there watching a movie and he crawls up onto my lap and snuggles in and tells me he loves me makes me know that everything I have fought for in my life matters because of that very moment. It is the same with the other kids as well, of course. Dyl is just at that stage of love before he becomes more of a rowdy kid and doesn't want to sit down and just chill out.
Besides birthdays here are my "other things"
Have you ever felt like there are some people in this world you simply cannot please? It does not matter what you do for them or with them. I feel like I am my wits end sometimes, but I try to remember that I am trying to be a better person for not only myself but to try to be an example for my kids. It's not just one person but it's a particular group of people whether it be family or friends. I guess the only thing I can do is hold my head high and know I do my best at everything I do and if that's not enough for you, then you aren't enough for me.
Well I need to sign off and watch Americas Next Top Model. My guilty pleasure.
xoxxo
Mrs Roy.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Things have been going so smoothly lately around here it's almost a little unnerving. This past weekend with the children was peaceful. We dubbed Saturday nights family fun nights. The kids were looking so forward to it on Friday and early morning Saturday. I think that it is wonderful that the children are wanting to spend more time with us as parents. It's especially important in this day and age to spend more time as a family. We eat as a family, we watch movies as a family, and now we will be having our fun night to ensure we get a good amount of fun time with our children. Afterall, they are not going to be this little forever. They are going to become teenagers and Mom and Dad wont be cool anymore to hang out with. They will have their own friends and their own problems to focus on. I pretty much can wait for that day to happen.
I have been reflecting so much lately on how much the kids have changed. The kids are forming their personalities more and more every day. It's so hilarious to watch it. Gavin has started to throw quite the temper tantrums which I am sure will become worse (*cross fingers* hope not) as he gets older. I can blame it on my husband (haha) because I remember another little boy that used to throw awful tantrums (and sometimes still does) and that would be Mr. Joseph. Roy! Dylan will be 3 soon, Gavin 1, Alex 8, Joey just turned 5 and the twins will also be turning 5 this summer.
Dylans progress with things has become so amazing. John and I work with him every day on his speech (he talks better than most even 3 year olds I've seen) and his colors, numbers, so on and so forth.
Joey has started to read things. John and I have been working VERY hard with him on that as well for the past couple of months. Today he read "no parking" at the school today and I was so proud. He did it all on his own. I think that he is going to be another bookworm like Alexander, which is awesome.
Alexander scored high on his reading test in school. He scored extremely above average and of course I was all boasting about it. He got straight A's on his report card & so this weekend J is taking him to the monster trucks which I hope they have good bonding time with.
Aidens speech teacher is very impressed with Aidens improvement on speech. He loves doing his "spelling words" (speech words) at home with me and I love doing it with him. We will on occasion have a conversation where he will slip up and say "no" instead of "snow" but his "s" is doing impressively better.
Last but not least, Miley Mae. Miss Miley Mae is wanting to be a big girl and do a lot of big girl things. She is always up my butt and fighting for a position with me since Dylan and Gavin are constantly on my lap or following me around. We have been doing a lot of "girly" time lately. So I am hoping that helps her feel more important. It must be hard living in a house full of boys.
Well---I am rambling on now and I need to go get some laundry done. I hope everyone has a fantastic week and thank you for reading
Mrs. Roy
Saturday, January 21, 2012
My goodness it's been such a long time!
Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted a blog in quite awhile. I really have not had much to talk about lately. But there are a lot of changes going on around here that I am very happy to report!
First of all, Christmas went well. The kids were more than happy with their gifts as was I. It was a great holiday week spending time with family and friends.
So we have a new member of our family! We adopted him last week. His name Is Jester & he is 3 years old. John and I had entertained the idea of getting a dog for awhile. After the fiasco with our cat I was very reluctant. But after talking, J told me that we should just go for one breed of dog (that being a Labrador) and I concurred. So we went to the human society and looked at all of the dogs.
I was amazed at the amount of terriers they have. It made me quite sad. I am not a pit bull fan at all & I think that you have to have an acquired love for dogs such as that. Their was a black Labrador there that we were almost certain we were going to get. He was a little hyper because he was a puppy still so I was slightly nervous..He also was not potty trained. The woman told me that she would show me Jester but they currently were not looking to have him adopted because an accident happened because of a dumb ass volunteer. The dog had been attacked my other dogs and had sever wounds on his legs and throat from pit bulls. However, he had been doing better!
So in my experience of picking out our perfect family dog....Jester stole our hearts. I actually cried being the big sap that I am. I had never see a dog hug a human being before but he did. He hugged J and I cried and we knew that he belonged in our home!
Overall he is a good dog. We got his history in the mail yesterday, poor baby has had his name changed. He goes by "buddy" and he also goes by "Jester" he had been in the humane society of fulton county before which broke my heart. He had been given up not once but TWICE. Poor baby. We won't give up on him!
In other news...Things that are going around here are:
LEARNING TABLE MANNERS!
I can not express how tired I am of hearing about farts, buttholes, balls, and weenies. I am tired of the kids getting up, running around, throwing food, just acting like pure neanderthals. Not a big fan. So we have recently enforced a rule, if you get up, you go to bed. If you do not ask to be excused, you go to bed. You will eat dinner alone. It came to that extreme because the children decided our rules did not matter anyway and they would continue to be disrespectful at the dinner table. Here we are going into week two? of enforcement of table manners and the children are asking to be excused, if they want more they say "more PLEASE" and THANK YOU and they also throw away their extra food into the garbage and put their OWN dishes in the sink. I call this a victory! The butthole and fart talk isn't as bad but hopefully it will quit soon....I have noticed dinner tastes so much better when you don't have to hear about poop, too. (haha!)
Well it's about time for me to sign out. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!
xxxx
Mrs. Roy
First of all, Christmas went well. The kids were more than happy with their gifts as was I. It was a great holiday week spending time with family and friends.
So we have a new member of our family! We adopted him last week. His name Is Jester & he is 3 years old. John and I had entertained the idea of getting a dog for awhile. After the fiasco with our cat I was very reluctant. But after talking, J told me that we should just go for one breed of dog (that being a Labrador) and I concurred. So we went to the human society and looked at all of the dogs.
I was amazed at the amount of terriers they have. It made me quite sad. I am not a pit bull fan at all & I think that you have to have an acquired love for dogs such as that. Their was a black Labrador there that we were almost certain we were going to get. He was a little hyper because he was a puppy still so I was slightly nervous..He also was not potty trained. The woman told me that she would show me Jester but they currently were not looking to have him adopted because an accident happened because of a dumb ass volunteer. The dog had been attacked my other dogs and had sever wounds on his legs and throat from pit bulls. However, he had been doing better!
So in my experience of picking out our perfect family dog....Jester stole our hearts. I actually cried being the big sap that I am. I had never see a dog hug a human being before but he did. He hugged J and I cried and we knew that he belonged in our home!
Overall he is a good dog. We got his history in the mail yesterday, poor baby has had his name changed. He goes by "buddy" and he also goes by "Jester" he had been in the humane society of fulton county before which broke my heart. He had been given up not once but TWICE. Poor baby. We won't give up on him!
In other news...Things that are going around here are:
LEARNING TABLE MANNERS!
I can not express how tired I am of hearing about farts, buttholes, balls, and weenies. I am tired of the kids getting up, running around, throwing food, just acting like pure neanderthals. Not a big fan. So we have recently enforced a rule, if you get up, you go to bed. If you do not ask to be excused, you go to bed. You will eat dinner alone. It came to that extreme because the children decided our rules did not matter anyway and they would continue to be disrespectful at the dinner table. Here we are going into week two? of enforcement of table manners and the children are asking to be excused, if they want more they say "more PLEASE" and THANK YOU and they also throw away their extra food into the garbage and put their OWN dishes in the sink. I call this a victory! The butthole and fart talk isn't as bad but hopefully it will quit soon....I have noticed dinner tastes so much better when you don't have to hear about poop, too. (haha!)
Well it's about time for me to sign out. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!
xxxx
Mrs. Roy
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