Florida's Beaches

I ventured to the beach today with the kids and some friends. Wow was it hot. We were out there not even two hours and it was baking. The kids did have tons of fun and were asleep cold by 7:45 :-) The beach always takes the life out of me though, I end up really tired.

To add or not to add

Looking at my belly pictures posted reminds me of a decision to be made. We are praying about whether to add another child to our already busy life and comfortable family dynamic. There's so many reasons why I say yes:

1. Gianna will have a sister
2. I will have two girls to help me shop:~o
3. Less pressure for Gianna being the only girl
4. More support for me in my "old age"
5. (I secretly like the chaos)

Reasons I want to say no

1. I'm a freak when I'm pregnant, constant yelling, so many aches
2. Will we all fit "comfortably" in this house?
3. how will we handle all the teenagers, and the food bill?
4. I haven't lost all of my weight from last pregnancy
5. will it really benefit Gianna not to be the only girl?

So there. A lot to be considered I guess. Deep in my heart though I really feel there's room for one more. Only if God promises it'll be a girl and my preference is for her to have reddish hair like Micah (so he won't question if he was adopted lol). I believe God will grant my desires if they are his, he has been so true to me, he has worked miracles in my life.

A poopy kind of life

This is a blog I wrote a couple of days ago. Hope you enjoy:-)

As I sit here drinking my cup of decaf coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and vanilla late creamer, I hope in my heart that it's all coming to an end, that my latest encounter was the last. You see about eight weeks ago my precious 3 year old Micah became smitten with a bout of terrible constipation. He screamed in pain every time he went. This, for obvious reasons, left him mortified of the potty. Thus began his new found mission to never have to go there again. With great perseverance the little fella has been trying to hold "it" for 6 weeks, until lately when he met his match- several doses of flaxseed oil.
The journey has been long, hard, smelly, and messy. It's been filled with about 7 pairs of undies everyday, clorox wipes, baby wipes, napkins, bleach, towels and screaming (mine & his). This week great progress has been made, a willingness to try the potty again. Until today. A wave of the runs. All over the place. What a sweet little man he is trying to help me clean up his undies, shaking them over the toilet and flinging the most rancid smelling poop ALL over the place. My rock hard reflex could not handle it and I began to gag violently. When, when, WHEN will this come to an end..... Give me night feedings, tired mornings, baby food, nursing problems, a messy house anything but this. So enjoy, have a good laugh with me :-)