May you and your family be richly blessed this year!!!!
Christie
Thursday, December 31, 2009
2010...............
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
May you and your family be richly blessed this year!!!!
Christie
May you and your family be richly blessed this year!!!!
Christie
Friday, December 18, 2009
WoooHooo...........got me a hot date tonight!
So tonight I have a hot date with my hubby, a soldier and a great gal. I am super excited that while Bill is home for some R&R that we get to spend some (more) time with him and April on their 16th wedding anniversary no less.
Shawn and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary on December 16th and tonight, December 18th, Bill and April will be celebrating 16 years together. I am so happy for their family Bill is home for the holidays and their anniversary this year. He will head back out in about 2 weeks to finish his tour and be home next year in time for my birthday. I have told him that is all I want, I want Bill Watson back home, safely in the States for my birthday.
Once Bill gets home, he and Shawn are taking a trip to the Black Hills on their Harley's. They are also starting up an Indiana Chapter of the Warrior Brotherhood MC for vets. This is really quite cool. Bill will be president and Shawn his V.P. I am officially married to a biker in a club! LOL I never in a million years expected I would be married to a club-man but I am proud to say my husband will belong to the MC that is all about brotherhood and supporting the armed forces. How cool is that? Bill is waiting for his colors to arrive to have pics taken overseas with them on his cut. Shawn ought to get his soon too. They are screening for the other founding members right now too.
Enough about the MC.......my sister is going to watch the kids for us tonight so we can go out. Thank goodness, I think everyone is healthy. Joseph began therapies this week after not having any for the past month. He took to DT just fine, fought with Sarah for ST and thus wound up in his high chair to complete therapy (LOL), did fabulously for Megan during PT and LOVED having "his" Kim here today for OT. I am amazed at this little guy. Joseph is already holding his pen/pencil/crayons in a tripod hold at just 29 months old. Jared did not do this, consistently and well, until he was nearly 4 and half years old.
Jackson loved being able to have therapy too; he always edges in during Joseph's therapies. Everyone is great about letting him get some therapy time too. LOL The big kids start Christmas break today. I am hoping we all stay healthy over the holidays........that is all I want, Santa!!!
Shawn and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary on December 16th and tonight, December 18th, Bill and April will be celebrating 16 years together. I am so happy for their family Bill is home for the holidays and their anniversary this year. He will head back out in about 2 weeks to finish his tour and be home next year in time for my birthday. I have told him that is all I want, I want Bill Watson back home, safely in the States for my birthday.
Once Bill gets home, he and Shawn are taking a trip to the Black Hills on their Harley's. They are also starting up an Indiana Chapter of the Warrior Brotherhood MC for vets. This is really quite cool. Bill will be president and Shawn his V.P. I am officially married to a biker in a club! LOL I never in a million years expected I would be married to a club-man but I am proud to say my husband will belong to the MC that is all about brotherhood and supporting the armed forces. How cool is that? Bill is waiting for his colors to arrive to have pics taken overseas with them on his cut. Shawn ought to get his soon too. They are screening for the other founding members right now too.
Enough about the MC.......my sister is going to watch the kids for us tonight so we can go out. Thank goodness, I think everyone is healthy. Joseph began therapies this week after not having any for the past month. He took to DT just fine, fought with Sarah for ST and thus wound up in his high chair to complete therapy (LOL), did fabulously for Megan during PT and LOVED having "his" Kim here today for OT. I am amazed at this little guy. Joseph is already holding his pen/pencil/crayons in a tripod hold at just 29 months old. Jared did not do this, consistently and well, until he was nearly 4 and half years old.
Jackson loved being able to have therapy too; he always edges in during Joseph's therapies. Everyone is great about letting him get some therapy time too. LOL The big kids start Christmas break today. I am hoping we all stay healthy over the holidays........that is all I want, Santa!!!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Joseph's story written by Grandma Janet
.............wouldn't that be a wonderful story to read?
How about Jared and Jackson's or Joshua and Janae's story written by Grandma Janet?
Sadly, I will never know this story. You will never know this story. I was just visiting Bill and Ria's blog and saw they have Matthew's story (he has T21 too) and it is written by his Grandma. I stopped short of reading it, I am not ready to read a story by Grandma.
My mom, will be 53 years old in just 16 days. I have not celebrated a birthday with her in 16 years (she passed 15 years ago just 4 months shy of her birthday that year). I miss her today. Really, really badly.
Life is not the same without her here. Grandma Janet never knew any of her grandbabies. She never met the little girl who is her name sake, and coincidentally looks and AWFUL lot like her. I HATE that. I don't HATE much (besides Peter Singer) but I HATE that she never experienced the love of her grandbabies. She never got to see me nursing or Geneva nursing and probably rile us because we did not bottle feed or start our little ones on baby food until they were 8 months old. She would have found it funny that I cloth diapered for so long. But most of all she would have LOVED all of her grandbabies with a fierceness that would make them so very loved.
Cancer sucks. I HATE cancer too. I want my mommy. I really, really, really do.
How about Jared and Jackson's or Joshua and Janae's story written by Grandma Janet?
Sadly, I will never know this story. You will never know this story. I was just visiting Bill and Ria's blog and saw they have Matthew's story (he has T21 too) and it is written by his Grandma. I stopped short of reading it, I am not ready to read a story by Grandma.
My mom, will be 53 years old in just 16 days. I have not celebrated a birthday with her in 16 years (she passed 15 years ago just 4 months shy of her birthday that year). I miss her today. Really, really badly.
Life is not the same without her here. Grandma Janet never knew any of her grandbabies. She never met the little girl who is her name sake, and coincidentally looks and AWFUL lot like her. I HATE that. I don't HATE much (besides Peter Singer) but I HATE that she never experienced the love of her grandbabies. She never got to see me nursing or Geneva nursing and probably rile us because we did not bottle feed or start our little ones on baby food until they were 8 months old. She would have found it funny that I cloth diapered for so long. But most of all she would have LOVED all of her grandbabies with a fierceness that would make them so very loved.
Cancer sucks. I HATE cancer too. I want my mommy. I really, really, really do.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A Soldier's Christmas
I found this on my friend April's facebook page. Her husband, Bill Watson, once a Marine and now an Army man in the reserves, defends our freedom in Afghanistan. I cried when I read it and knew I had to share. I hope you are touched by this as I was. God bless you wives of soldiers, parents of soldiers, family and friends of soldiers and above all GOD BLESS THE SOLDIERS!!
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by a Marine.
The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming
soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men,
women, and Canadian Forces for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your
small part to plant this small seed.
Thank you April and THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH BILL!! I LOVE YOU MAN!!!
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by a Marine.
The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming
soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men,
women, and Canadian Forces for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we
owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and
dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your
small part to plant this small seed.
Thank you April and THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH BILL!! I LOVE YOU MAN!!!
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