Heartbroken

No comments, please. This is for me. I had to scan all of our "real pictures", so I could store ALL of our pictures in the same place. These are a few of my favorites. They make me cry. I haven't seen them in a while for that reason. With his birthday coming up I thought it appropriate to share them with you.

Roman James Moyer

September 30, 2002-March 4, 2004

Taken in February, 2004


2/04

Breakfast with Daddy.

Ok, I know, "Nice paper plate!" If you only knew how many dishes were broken before we came to this solution.

Valentines Day, 2004

I am pretty sure this was a 'jammy day'. By looking at the pictures I think either we had alot of 'jammy days' or I only took pictures ON 'jammy day'!

Pumpkin patch, 2003

Lexie is holding him down:) He HATED sitting on the hay. Makes me laugh. and cry.

This is actually from a series of like 40 pictures (from a 35mm camera! probably cost a million dollars in film and developing. Thank you digital camera!)

They were so cooperative. I love every single picture.

Rolly Poly baby. He was SOOO fat. I loved it. This reminds me of one time he was wearing a fleece outfit with a sports theme. Across the front it said "CHAMP". He was sitting on the floor, playing and I looked at him and realized the way he was sitting had caused the front of his outfit to fold over on the sides, so instead it said "HAM". I laughed so hard at my little chubby buddy wearing a shirt that said "HAM"!

cankles? I think so!

beautiful blue eyes...............

Christmas at my Moms. Looking at this makes me realize how much time has passed. (Nice lipstick!)

Daddy and "fat baby". Lexie's friend Becca got a dolly for christmas one year. It was this chubby little baby she called 'fat baby'. She was over playing when she noticed the uncanny resemblance to Roman, and started calling him 'fat baby', too.

September 30, 2002

7:47 a.m.

6lbs, 12 oz.

Roman's first visitor, his sister, Lexie.

2 hours of labor (jealous, much??!)

6 pushes

He decended the birth canal facing the side (not down) and bruised his whole face on my pelvis. We joked that he looked like a plum on a popsicle stick. Poor baby.

The Proposal.....

Ty: "Mom, can I wear your ring?"

Me: "What for?"

Ty: "I will show you. Give it to me!"

Ty runs, with ring in hand, into the kitchen.

"Shut your eyes" I hear from across the room. I do.

giggles

"OPEN!!!"

Happy monday.

partially sarcastic. Here goes another week. I have about 12 phone calls to make. It is not even 10:00. Garbage is out. (Thanks, Max for barking at the garbage truck and reminding me that it is trash day!) Laundry is started, dishes are....waiting to be done.:) I don't do dishes at night. I made dinner, served dinner, cleaned up spills, taught the kids to stack their dishes, I just cannot teach anyone around here the rocket science of the "dishwasher". Damn elusive metal box. Fills with soapy water, and magically swishes my dishes my dishes clean. If only a man could opperate it. Hey, he is a rocket scientist, not a dish scientist!
My list of should's overwhelms my time and my brain.
I need to prepare for a meeting tonight. I am the president of our homeowners assoc, and we are having a planning meeting for our annual Fall Harvest Festival. Chilli cookoff this year. I think. Hay rides? Jump house, always. Any suggestions?? We have 2 events a year. 4th of July and Harvest. the 4th of July was a blast, big neighborhood BBQ, Kids liberty day bike parade, jump houses and about $500 worth of fireworks. Big success. Just hoping this comes together as well.
I need to clean out my "crap" aka "craft" closet. Mount our exterior shutters. (I have had them for over a year. just sitting there in their boxes. they want out.) Finish a quilt. Make cinnamon rolls. (that just sounds good:)) Scrub toilets, bathe the dog (remnants of the "booger incident"), deflate the air mattress and put all things sleepover away. I think I will just pour myself another cup of coffee and pretend I have important TV time.
For the first time this week, I have the energy to start my to do list. I have no excuses. Lexie is at school, Todd is home today, and he is taking Ty. I don't know where. he said he would take him, and I don't ask questions. Cabella's. that's my guess.
I am now home, alone. I should take advantage of it. Everyone I know is working. or busy. that's dissappointing. It would be easier to skip my "need to do" crap, if I had a good excuse. I don't.
If you are still reading this, you must be in the same place I am. I just re-read my ramblings and it made me WANT to scrub toilets. pathetic.
Wow. Maybe Iwill check my e-mail. and make some phone calls. I will re-blog is something fantastic happens.