Halloween is for the boys....

We had a wonderful Halloween! The boys were both excited and did great! Preston decided we would have a Toy Story themed Halloween this year. He would be Buzz, Greyson Woody, I would be Jesse, and Daddy would be Mr. Potato Head. Somehow Daddy got out of that and if you ask Preston what his Daddy actually was for Halloween Preston responds "Daddy was awesome for Halloween!". Why didn't I think of that??? Well it was still fun!

Preston was all about Trick or Treating! We knew he would be. He talked about it for weeks and even practiced before we left. Greyson was the shocker, he LOVED trick or treating and he turned out to be the star of the neighborhood. People said, "Oh there is that Woody!". So cute! He walked most of the way, which was about 4-5 blocks, and he went up to the houses and grunted for candy. If he approved of that particular candy he just sat right down and ate it on the sidewalk. He may have been on a little sugar high at bedtime because we could hear him hitting the wall for a good hour after putting him down.

We did lots of fun Fall activities over the weekend. We went to the Fall Festival at the boys school and the Pumpkin Patch. We even carved pumpkins! I never loved this time of year before but I am really starting to see the fun of Fall!

Greyson 14 months

Preston 3 years

32 ain't 22.....

At 22 a little vomit on my clothes/purse/hair was nothing but a sign of a good time or at least the old college try at one...at 32 it is a totally different thing.

At 22 I was attending college, making mediocre grades, and having a GREAT time. I had everything that defined being young going for me. No responsibility, no real job, and I had a great social life! I believe I ripped my leather pants (no comments please) when I fell off a police officers bike in Bricktown. It was also at 22 that I was told by my Dad that people who are in college for as long as I had been call themselves "doctor" not "teacher". Whatever. I would not change a thing! 22 ROCKED!

Today on my 32 birthday things are much, much different. I had to leave work to pick up my adorable Preston because he had a fever. I took him to the doctor and she diagnosed him with the one illness that pisses me (and all moms) off. A virus. Come on! Give me some drugs! I need to go to work! Well as soon as we walk in the door he puked all over me. I cleaned him all up and with puke still all over me he says "I love you Mommy". Awesome. Now I feel guilty for all the horrible thoughts I am thinking about you. Thanks Preston.

Past all the bitterness (and the smell) I love my boys and if they are ill I will sit right beside them until they feel better. But being puked on without a DJ, a beer, and poor decision making skills will remind you that 32 ain't 22.....Oh how things change. 

* I will add I did not steal the previously mentioned bike that belongs to OKCPD. He totally said I could ride it. :)

Mother-lovin'

My sons are my pride and joy. I adore them both for different reasons. I have actually spent time thinking about which one I love more and I cannot come up with an answer. I do this because I am such a healthy, well adjusted person. Well as of last night I decided which one I like more. Greyson.

Yesterday I took the boys to school and Tony was to pick up because I had a meeting. This was out of their normal routine but I really didn't think they would notice. I finished my meeting early so being the perfect wife I am (aka, paying in so I can collect later), I called Tony and I picked up the boys.

Just imagine, a happy mommy getting to see her precious children early! I was so excited. I walked into Preston's room and he didn't even get up. He looked at me and very seriously said "Where is my Daddy?". WTH kid? I told him Daddy would see him at home and I was happy to see him. Still sitting there he said "I want my Daddy". Whatever, I can win this. I told him he could pick dinner, he wanted to go have pizza at NY Pizza (best. place. ever.). I said yes! (surely he will love me more) His response...."Will my Daddy be there?" I just gritted my teeth and envisioned myself pushing him or at least kicking him in the shin.
This is not fair at all! I did all the work. I grew their kidneys, appendages, and all chambers of their hearts but I get nothing in return. If it weren't for me they would still be little souls waiting for a home. But they want Daddy. Really?

Hours pass.

Okay, now that I got that out I can be grown up enought to admit I still don't have a favorite. But when did my baby boy become Daddy's buddy? I guess it speaks to one thing, these boys have an awesome Dad! It actually makes me proud. :) But I will have you know, when Daddy put him in timeout this morning he screamed for Mommy. Win! Those who grow the organs always win in my house.

What fun it is to be ONE!

Greyson  Moore

August 11, 2010

One year later!

We were blessed with our 2nd little boy on the eleventh of August, 2010. He made a BIG entrance into the world and has kept us smiling ever since. Today, a day before his actual birthday,  I am reflecting on the last year and all the memories we have of our little "Fats". It is a hard day for a mommy. I am sad that my last baby is going to be a toddler but I am so proud of him and all he has become. I love thinking back to the day he was born and the 364 days that followed.

I was on bed rest the day Greyson was born. I had been on bed rest for a few weeks and to say that I was unhappy about it would be an understatement to say the least. I was pissed. I complied the best I could but I finally made up my mind that my doctor was a nut-job and decided I know a lot more than her. I don't iron clothes on a normal day but this day I did. Tony had been taking care of everything else in our home and ironing his work shirts were the only thing that was not done...but I digress.

I was having contractions for a few days. I was too stubborn to pay attention to them, my best friend says I am stubborn. I disagree. I still had 3 1/2 weeks! No way he would come. So I got dressed and crammed my huge, pissed off self in the car and headed to the doctor. In the interim I bit Tony's head off for offering to come with me because there was no need for him to be there. Duh. Like I said, I was in a fantastic mood. So at the doctor's office my bp was still high which guaranteed more bed rest and when my doctor came in I was having a contraction and could not even say hello. She sat with me and listened to me tell her I was DONE with bed rest no matter what she said. She convinced me to let her check me before heading home and I was a 5. It was go time.

After frantic calls to Tony, our family/friends, and one c-section Greyson Moore arrived in this world at 5:24PM.

And that is where the fun stopped. Like all normal Dad's Tony went to take pictures and be with our precious boy. But he never came back. I was alone while they finished the surgery, I was alone in recovery. Some friends finally came to be with me and I asked where Tony was. Lisa informed me that Greyson was having trouble breathing and Tony was with him. Okay good...I was worried he got hungry or a pre-season Broncos game was on. Those things tend to distract him. The recovery nurse came in and told me he was taken to the NICU and would spend about 3 hours there then be brought to my room. Three hours turned into 24 hours, which turned into 3 days, which turned into 7 days.

Greyson is perfectly healthy, he just had a little trouble because he was early. They called it "wimpy white boy syndrome" which made me laugh but on the inside I was panicking. I am not one to say how I feel. I keep it in because I don't think people want to see me panic, they want to see me strong and happy. So that is what I was....until the sun went down or until I was alone. I did not sleep while I was there. I cried all night, I could hear the other babies on the floor crying and I had to take an elevator to see mine. When Greyson was 2 days old Tony went home for more clothes etc and I decided to get myself down to see my baby. But my wheel chair was gone. No chair...I walk. It was so painful to walk I cried with every step. This freaked everyone out. They grabbed me and made me sit down and were all asking what was going on, finally once they let me speak I yelled "I want to see my f***ing baby!".  Poor people. But they left my wheelchair alone from then on.

The NICU was a strange experience. The other parents joined us in making this weird fraternity. We were brothers and sisters all together wanting with every fiber to be at home and never see each other again. We scrubbed in together, we got coffee, we bugged the nurses for updates. Never spoke though, we didn't need the "what are you in for conversation". We just looked at each other with an understanding smile.

Greyson came home at 1 week old and joined his big brother Preston who was waiting very patiently.

Since then Greyson has done so much. He has been to Colorado, Oklahoma, and all over Texas. He was rolling over at 4 months, sitting up at 6 months, standing at 8 months, and he is now taking a few steps. He is the sweetest, most kind baby. Greyson greets you with a smile every time you see him. He loves his brother Preston so much and just wants to do everything he does. He waves hello, claps, and blows kisses at us. Greyson loves to eat. He will eat almost anything I put in front of him, this is why we call him "Fats". I am not sure what Greyson will be when he grows up but I know for sure he will be happy. I am so proud to be his Mommy.

Christmas 2010

Spring 2011

4th of July

 

Greyson James Moore, Age 1

Hello World!

This is my first bog so you will have to give me a little room to navigate this. I chose to begin blogging as a hobby and as a very cheap form of therapy...well free therapy.

I bet most people go through times feeling like they are not heard. I am going through that now. I have 2 small children, 3 and 11 months, and a very busy, successful husband. I am also a working mom. I teach 8th grade History. So I am able to see that it is not that I am not heard, it is sometimes that I don't have time to talk. This is the therapy...

Blogging as a hobby is fun because I have a wonderful life! Living with 3 Moore men can be funny, and yes it is also stinky at times, but I have great family and friends who make me smile and laugh every day. Laughing is my favorite thing to do. I can hear the same story over and over an laugh just the same as I did the first time. I surround myself with great people who I can laugh with!

A little background about me, I come from divorced parents. I do not have a relationship with my mother. This is my choice and I have grieved that loss for a year now. My Dad and I are incredibly close and anytime I see him I am still a giddy little 3 year old. My husband is amazing. We have been married 6 years and still feel like college kids and we sometimes ask each other how we ended up with kids, car payments and a mortgage. We have had ups and downs and we still can look at each other and love each other. We have 2 great boys. My oldest son is funny, strong willed, smart, and sweet. He tells me he loves me at least 5 times a day and I cannot get enough. My baby is a happy, content, busy, little man. He loves his brother and wants to do everything he does. We also have a dog....Mazie. She is old, mad, and bitter. I adopted her when I was in college. Her life was great, then came the husband. Her life got better, then came the kids. Now she is an 11 year old bitter sham of the happy puppy I brought home at 8 weeks old. But I love her deeply, and she gets me.

I do not plan to blog everyday. I plan to use this when I want to. When times are good, when times are bad and best of all, when times are funny.