Dreams

Do dreams really have meaning? I wonder because I had a doozy of a dream. I dreamt that I was in labor, at the hospital, Seattle Grace hospital to name the exact one. Ever heard of it? Well it is the setting for Greys Anatomy. Anyways, I was not in your typical L&D room, it was more like an operating room. Who were my Doctors you ask, well none other than Mark Sloane and Derek Shepherd. Yes I had two, the plastic surgeon and the neuro-surgeon. The FIRST baby I was to deliver was not mine. (whatever?) This delivery was attended by Dr. Sloane. I pushed and pushed but when the baby started to emerge the said Dr. would not catch him. This poor little baby shot out and landed face first on the cement floor. Said Dr. told me to get off the bed and pick him up, so I did. I turned him over and knew who this child belonged to, ELTON JOHN! I had a baby for him and his partner, that is why Dr. Sloane would not touch the baby. CRAZY! Well after baby boy was handed off to his dad, Dr. Shepherd told me to move over to the next bed to deliver my own baby. So I did! Only this time no baby came out. I just pushed and pushed and nothing happened. I woke up laughing so hard, I really don't know what to make of this dream. If all dreams have some meaning what is this one telling me??? (I really know the answer, I am totally off my rocker!)

Conference Time Again

We had Parent-Teacher Conference again yesterday at the boys' school. The report on Trevan was mostly great! I say mostly because academically he is doing wonderful. He is in the top reading, and math groups. So no more telling us he can't read! (He tries to pull that one off daily) He is just such a social child that he is struggling with keeping his lips together. He has found that being the "funny" kid gets him lots of attention from the other kids and he really enjoys that. We are working on having him learn when and where it is ok to be the clown. A funny little side story about Trevan: Trevan is really into girls, he thinks he NEEDS to have many different girl friends now so that he can make the best choice of which one to marry. I am getting used to getting weekly reports on his recent "loves" (yes, that is what he calls the girls) So on Sunday afternoon he and I were sitting on the couch and he was looking pretty sad, so I asked him what was wrong.

Trevan-"Mom, why are no girls attracted to me?"

Me-"Oh Trevan you really don't need to be worrying about that, just wait until you are 16 yrs old, then all the girls will be knocking down our door to get to you because you are so handsome."

Trevan-"Does that mean I can get married when I am 16?"

Me-"NO!"

Trevan-"How old do I have to be then?"
Me-"At least 25, and graduated from college."
Trevan-(disgusted)"Mom, I already graduated from college! I was in your tummy at the time and it still counts!!!!!"

He cracks me up. I am happy that he is doing well in school, now I know for sure that he just doesn't like to read to us!

Report on Mason---Also doing great. (A moment to talk highly of him, not bragging) Mason has always scored well academically. He scores well above the national average, and the school district here is above that and he scores well above that level also. He has also been grade levels ahead of the current grade he is in (if that makes sense) So during this conference we were told to have him tested for the Gifted Program. Now, back in first grade, in Germany, with the teacher that neither he or I cared for, he was placed in their Talented and Gifted program without my knowledge. So, I just figured it was because the teacher didn't really want to deal with him and found a way for him to be out of her class for an hour or more daily. (Those of you who really know Mason understand he can be a handful) I guess I was wrong there. I don't really know what is involved in the testing process and their Gifted teacher won't be in the school for another month or so, so it won't happen for a little while but it will happen. Funny story about Mason-----Mason is ADHD, but just ADD not hyper, anyways we had to change his medicine about a month ago because in a 3 month time period he lost close to 8 pounds. Anyways, we changed him to a dose that wears off after 4-5 hours (that way he will eat at night). I told him that he really needed to pay attention to how this affects him and that if he finds himself getting lost in his thoughts he needs to speak up so we can help him out. Well Mason is a very literal thinker, meaning that if you warn him of something happening, he believes it will happen. So yesterday at school in the afternoon his class was doing some kind of assignment, the teacher told the kids they had like 5 minutes left to get it finished. Well Mason went up to her and whispered "I have been daydreaming for 18 minutes now and I didn't finish it" We laugh because if he knows how long it has been he is just not doing the work, not daydreaming! But, since I told him to watch out for it he thinks it happens! There is no maybe for him, it either is or is not. So today I told a white lie, I told him that I called the Dr. about his daydreaming and she said that it would not happen anymore because the medicine has been in his system long enough to take care of it! Nice one Mom!

Laundry?

Laundry days come and go far to often around here. But, this is one load of laundry I will happily take care of! Kennedy put on her swimsuit, climbed into the basket, covered up and quickly went to sleep. She said she was pretending to be on a boat enjoying the sun. Funny little girl.

Boy or Girl is no longer in question!

We had our ultrasound this morning. You know, the 20 week one. The one where you can find out the gender. There is also alot more that goes along with it but that is what most people care about, us being in that group. So a little update on baby, growing right on schedule, weighs 12 ounces, skinny legs, 4 visible working heart chambers, two working kidneys, brain in head (we were told that at age 16 it stops working properly!) cute little face, no cleft pallet, awesome looking spine, 2 hands, 10 fingers, 2 feet, 10 toes, 2 moving arms, 2 moving legs, 1 PENIS in between!

Now comes the fun part of choosing a name. We had previously picked out Braxten, but now George says he doesn't like it, just like how it was with the previous boys! I still like it, but probably won't get my way, boo hoo. So I asked him to choose from the following...Braxten, Jaxon, or Daxton. We shall see in 20 or less weeks! (I am having a love with the X in a name, don't know why!) If anyone has GOOD opinions about these names feel free to chime in, if not keep to yourself!

Scanner on the fritz, sorry no pictures.

Sleep much?

Have you ever heard of the "Dog days of Winter"? I know there is the saying "dog days of summer" but summer is still 4 months away, or for us 5 months away! These pictures were taken a few weeks ago when Kennedy was a very sick little girl, notice the "barf bowl" on the couch. She wanted nothing to do with the bowl so she laid on the floor to sleep. Beauty and the Beast! Yes some days they are interchangeable. (Kennedy will always be a beauty in my eyes) Sage is having fewer and fewer beastly days, YEAH!

Very much my Sleeping Beauty! So sweet, and so girly, even on her sickest days she wants her hair done.

New Goal! and Sage the puppy.

I have been very lacking in the blogging area as of late. I can't believe it has been two months since I last posted anything. Which means I have missed Kennedy's b-day, mine, Christmas, New Years, and everything else in between. So today I have made a new goal for myself. I will post something everyday this month! Now I know today is the second day of this month so I will be posting twice. And yes I realize it is the shortest month of the year so that is extra incentive to see if I really will do it!

In December we got a puppy. This is our families first pet, and mine ever! Not knowing what to expect I went into this new adventure blindly. Needless to say I was totally stressed out by day 2. I ended up giving myself Laryngitis, which happens to me every time I really stress (usually when George deploys). This is Sage. Such a cute little puppy. The boys absolutely fell in love with her. They let her get away with anything and everything. She has ruined to many shirts of Mason's for me to even want to write the number down! She also put a hole in a pair of Trevan's pants, all because the boys think or I should say thought it was fun to let her chew on them. Now they don't feel the same since she has a lot more teeth.

Sage loves our rag rug. She would chew on it like it was grass. I did say would because she has since learned not to chew in the house!

Sage's favorite spot. She loves to curl herself up on the heater vent and sleep. Yes she is still doing this, just outside her kennel.

This is where Kennedy spent weeks! She would creep down the stairs, ask where Sage was and jump onto the couch and climb as high as she could get. She was not like the boys, it has taken her much longer to love Sage.

Kennedy is now loving Sage and at times can't keep her hands off of her. I too have since calmed down about having a dog and enjoying her.

Mason's Feast?

So this is from back in November, but I still think it is worth posting just a tad late! Mason's school class had a feast in where the kids all prepared the food. They were all assigned something to bring, like we brought in two rotisserie chickens, which were used for soup. Mason also taught the kids how to make taffy with a marshmallow and your fingers (messy!) I spent the morning in his classroom enjoying watching the kids have so much fun. They got to cut up the chicken, well I should say destroy the chicken! They were chopping vegetables, melting cheese for nachos, boiling eggs, making mini cheese cakes, and ants on a log. They were also responsible for cleaning up which they did a good job of. If you don't know Mason well, then you don't know that he was not, I repeat NOT excited about eating the food! He talked about this feast for weeks and was excited about making it but not about eating it.

Here is the layout of what was served. Chicken and wild rice soup, deviled eggs, nachos, and ants on a log. After a lot of coaxing I convinced him to try the log, just by taking off the raisins,(I wouldn't eat them either) the only other thing he ate were the chips, no cheese please! George was able to come for the lunch part and both he and I enjoyed the soup, very tasty!

Here is how Mason really felt about eating! This is pretty much the same look I get every night!