Speaking of Coy

Here are some pictures of Coy's 4th birthday party back in July. I never got a chance to e-mail them to everyone. Coy had been saying all year that he wanted a Spongebob birthday at Chuck E. Cheese, so that's what he got. He had a great time, and all his dreams came true when his Grammy got him the Wall E robot he had been wishing for. He received many fun presents, and we were so excited that Uncle Lonnie, Aunt Patti, Jasper, and Emilyne were able to come from out of town.

Anatomy Lesson

Never before have we enjoyed the wonders of mirrored closet doors in Romo land, but in our new home we get the privilege to see what we look like from head to toe. It seems like the kiddos enjoy them the most. I creep around and spy on them as they play with their reflections in the mirror. Corinne is always talking to herself or dancing a gig. Coy, however, being the observant one that he is, has taken to examining all parts of the 4 year old anatomy. I walked in his room this morning, (he thought I was taking a shower) and saw my blondie in his birthday suit. He was turned around trying to spread those white cheekies of his. I automatically yelled, "What are you doing?" before his examination could go any further. Coy hurried over to me with a very concerned look on his face and said, "Mommy! There is something in the middle of my bottom. What is that?" Of course, this was all being said while I had a lovely view of him bending over to show me. I tried not to crack up (no pun intended) because he had such a worried little look on his face. After explaining a few things, he was assured to know that this was quite normal. In fact, I'm sure he learned a lot about the digestive system. Who knew bums could be so interesting? Never a dull moment round here.

Back to Back-Tracking

At the end of May, we said good-bye to our sweet Grandpa Clyde. He was one of the warmest, most welcoming, most affectionate men I've known. Since the beginning, when I started dating John, he was always my favorite, and I'm pretty sure I was his :-) He always made me feel special and very loved. I could tell he was a fire-ball when he was younger, and I wish I could have known him then. He was 88, and it was peaceful when he passed away. I miss him very much. He will always have a special place in my heart.

Evil Cell Bill

I never before new that there was a Verizon Wireless fairy who goes around sprinkling generosity where needed. Because of some "out of our hands" circumstances, we were facing a mighty hefty monthly fee. As I paid the small, remaining balance of the frightening sight today, I was once again oozing appreciation and thanks. So, here's to you Verizon fairy.

It's An Epidemic!

This affects millions of children...very sad.

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Quite A Day

It started with restless sleep, knowing I had to awaken at 4:00am. Every thirty to forty-five minutes I would wake up and check the clock thinking I had overslept. "Just get up," I say; how could twenty extra minutes help the sleepy drag I will feel all day? I look over at my husband with annoyance knowing he will enjoy at least four more hours.
I hate this; why do I have to work at all? It seems like everyone else around me has the house, the cars, the new clothes, the private school, the vacations, and the obvious, fancy salon pampering. They make it look so easy. This must be the norm, and I am missing out. I should get all that without having to do anything for it. For some reason I'm entitled and I'm not seeming to live the carefree life others must be living.
I go downstairs, start the coffee, then look at the scale, like I do every morning, contemplating the dreaded task of staring at that annoying number which is never what I wish it would be. I remember the previous night's large piece of cheesecake with strawberries on top and decide to skip the whole scale thing for today. Why can't I just be naturally skinny after having three babies like these other mutant mothers are?
It's early. It's quiet. I have some time. Do I head for my Bible with cup of Joe in hand? No, I decide on the news. I've got to hear more of the repetitive election mombo jombo. Shoot! The TV is temporarily out of order; irritation sets in. So me and my morning friend, Joe, head to the computer. Headline: Las Vegas facing highest foreclosure rates in the nation. Great! How much worse can it get before we see some equity in this so-called investment? Weather: High Today-97 degrees. Are you kidding me? It's almost October; I'm so sick of being hot. I hate this place! Time to quickly visit some commonly frequented blogs. Out of nowhere, I'm bombarded with mean-spirited, cowardly ramblings which brought offense and vengeful feelings due to knowing that this calculated coldness was intended for loved ones. Why does misery love company so much that it would drag the World Wide Web along with it?
What a way to start the day! Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts; it's not working. Okay, now I don't have enough time to get ready. I wondered why I even turned on that stupid computer in the first place? I was running late, and the 80 mph race to Centennial High School was, a couple of times, death defying. I really don't like today's teens, so why did I take another high school sub job? To top it all off, it was Special Education. This is a huge hassle, and I'm only doing this as a favor for an old UNLV professor. I just want this day to be over!
Fast-forward six hours, and I'm sitting in my car where it is finally quiet, and as I reflect, I almost start to cry. I feel nothing but humility. God once again smacked me hard in the face with reality. My perspective has been so out of whack. This day started with questions like, "Why don't I have this?" "Why do I have to do that?" "Why can't I look like this?" "Why are they doing this to me?"
Being completely humbled by the students I encountered today, I have some new questions. "Father, why have you blessed me so much?" "Why are my children so healthy?" "Why do I get to enjoy every luxury and comfort when You promised to give me what I need?"
Thank you, Lord for every blessing and every mercy you've shown me. It is all from You.
This day ended with the reminder that life is so good.

I will thank you, Lord with all my heart; I will tell of all the marvelous things you have done. I will be filled with joy because of you. I will sing praises to your name, O Most High.Psalm 9:1-2

Worth Looking Up To

I like this lady a lot. Maybe we can be vice-president when we grow up.


And yes, I did have too much time on my hands yesterday.

Poor Girl

I stumbled upon this video today, and although I've seen it several times, it never fails to amaze me. I just want to give this girl a big hug when she is finished answering her question. In case you haven't seen it....here tis.
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Christian's 7th Birthday

Christian had the usual week long birthday celebration this year. He started with a birthday dinner at The Rainforest Cafe. We were so happy that Aunt Debbie, Uncle Kent, Zac, Jamie, Auntie M.L., Grammy, Aunt Bethany, Uncle Lex, Tori, Luke, and Jackson were able to join us for dinner as an elephant attacked the guests at the table next to us every 10 minutes. Christian also shared a park birthday party with his cousin, Jackson who was turning 2. He received many fun presents and he had a wonderful birthday week. Oh, I forgot to mention the Krispy Kreme donuts and hats that were delivered to his class on his birthday. The poor kid had an aweful birthday! I can't believe he's already 7. Christian is my thinker, and he amazes me daily with his, beyond his years, intuition and discernment. I'm so blessed to have such an awesome kid.

Next Major May Event

Well, we finally did it. We bought our first home. Though living at mom's house was a false sense of reality, it was a rather nice false sense of reality. It was time to put on our big girl and big boy pants and start living the "American Dream." We love our home, and we love the price we paid. We really like the schools and the area (as soon as all the road construction is complete). For those who have not experienced our humble abode, it is very tall, three stories to be exact. When I was little I would have thought, "Wow! three stories; it must be a mansion!" Now, we all know this is just typical Las Vegas living....skimping on land. You would think with all these stairs I would be in better shape! We have a cute little backyard with grass we can vacuum. We're desert folk! Of course, the best part is living on Roping Cowboy Ave. right next to Leaping Lizard Lane. Who thought of these names?? We are very thankful for this house and for John's job which keeps the mortgage paid.