Say What?

The year is over, and I must say it has gone by pretty fast. We started a new year in a new place and I must admit it is growing on me like a manageable rash. South Florida is different! Different, like the new kid in school different. Everything is new, you are still finding your way around, people point at you and laugh, others help but the over all experience is pretty scary. But we are hanging in there, well must of us. Payton and I are still adjusting! Payton had her latest breakdown about two weeks ago while we had a house full of people (all from South Florida), when she scream; "Why did we have to move, I want to go back to Central Florida", tears streaming down her face as she ran up the stairs to her room. Part of me understood her pain. But I told her in five years she will be saying the same thing about South Florida. I hope, but then again there is no place like home!

My experience at Marquis' school today

Wow, I think that the people who work in school offices have the same superiority complex that the folks in the DMV and Social Security office have.......they think they are GOD! Have thier lives have such little purpose and meaning that they my be so inconsiderate of others. I guess, but I have seen worse. The office staff at Wellington HS was by far a lot worse then Sanatluces. Santaluces at least apologized for me having to wait so long. I was a wee perturbed at the fact that just because I was one letter off in pronouncing the teachers name they had no idea who I was talking about. By the way this is the 3rd teacher Marquis has had for his theatre class. The first guy was sleeping with the students, (he has since been arrested and is awaiting trial). The second teacher was so overwhelmed that she left. He now has one of the English teachers who taught theatre in the past teaching the class. She seems nice, but the class.............well that is another post. Adios Amigos.

More favorite shots!

Phe Phe loves the leaves!
Oh girls just want to have fun!

Fall is the BEST!


I have been a little busy, I don't get here as much as I would like but atleast I get here.

She finally has it figured out!

It took Phe Phe awhile but she has it all figured out. Crawling that is! She is pulling up and is now on her way to reeking havoc on the entire house. Phe wanted things and we would just give them to her. She never really had to want for much. So part of the reason she would not crawl was because she did not need to. We started moving things further away, well not "we" my friend Janice did. ( Her named is pronounced Ja niece) She was over and just started slightly moving things out of Phes way and she would EVENTUALLY go for them. Now she goes for everything, most days. And she LOVES to pull herself up. Her crawl by the way is more of a long legged crawl roll. it is cute you should see it. It I had the cord for my camcorder you could oh well here is a still shot.

Kendall Bear

Isn't she lovely!

One foot at a time.

This is just too funny for words. Payton celebrated her 6th birthday at Build-a-Bear this year, we had a lot of fun. So much fun! The most entertaining part was when my niece Kendall, thought it was a much better idea for her to wear the bear clothes than for the bear. I am not kidding, she thought it was just down right stupid to put clothes on a bear so she decided to put them on herself instead. You got to love her.

Just Say NO!

Last week was the implementation of Just Say No, at Payton's school. You know that whole don't do drugs because it is bad for you campaign. Well, anyway Payton proudly brings home the pledge and is reading it to me, (quite well for a five year old I must say). Anyway I asked her if she knew what it meant. She says yes! Okay good, I am thinking. A few seconds later she wants to know if she should throw away all the alcohol in our house, ( I know this is not a good idea because dad likes the alcohol). So I probe further, Why would you do that? Because we have to Just say no mommy! I ask her what is alcohol, Payton. That yucky stuff we keep under the sink, next to the perproxcide. I laugh of course, and tell her the kind of alcohol they mean is beer or liquor. OOOOHHHHH! Like daddy drinks, I better not through that away. Daddy would get angry.

She is transfixed on everyone but me!

Michael, is sad because he can't get Phoenix to sleep; he would rock the heck of out Payton to get her to sleep. It was his bonding time with her. Well he has been unable to "BOND" with Phoenix. He can't get her to sleep (no one can really, she a momma's girl). Anyway, I feel bad for him, because he really is a good dad. Phoenix on the other hand is a force to be reckoned with and she is only 7months old.

My lack of SLEEP!

I do pretty well for not sleeping, and when I say no sleep I mean no sleep. By the time I make it to bed it is about one in the morniing by the time I am actually sleep it is about three and shortly there after Phoenix is awake to be fed again. I know things will get better.

She loves Country!

Payton loves country music! Carrie Underwood is one of her favorite, followed by Martina Mcbride at a close second. For those of you who know my husband, this makes him very said, because he is a Hip Hop junkie. You name it he knows and will give you his opinion on it whether he thinks it is crap or not. He likes other music as well, like Bruce, Sting, and a bunch of off the wall stuff too. But Hip Hop is he favorite. So when his little girl professed her love for country I saw part of him weep. She likes to play it loud! I of course find humor in this. Hail to Carrie Underwood.

PS
Michael is going to the Hip Hop Honors in October and needless to say he is beyond ecstatic.

I HATE football with a vengence!

It takes normally sane individuals and makes complete idiots of them. But then again they must not of been too sane in the first place. I don't get it. Not only do they loose there ever loving minds they expect every one else to understand and travel on the ridiculous journey with them. I will be what they call a football widow for the next seven months or so. Which is bad for me, because if I were a real widow, I would be sitting nicely for the remainder of the life, lonely but nicely. But because I am a football widow the most I will see out of this is maybe 300 lousy bucks and I want even see that because he would pocket it. I really don't get upset because I would not won't to have any part of money that comes from gambling. That being said, this blog entry is dedicated to all of my fellow FOOTBALL WIDOWS! May this season RIP quickly!

New Favorite Photo!

The thinker. Took a lot of photos this weekend of the kids these two were some of my favorites.

Mom I want to be a 38D!

I recently took a trip to help someone find a bra, and of course since I travel very few places without my girls, (no not those girls, my children), I had them both with me. Any who, while this individual was being measured Payton was playing with the bras of course. After the measurement process, Payton is getting a little restless, so I have her help me find a size 38d to passed the time. She is such a great helper she comes back with about 8 of them. The bras are being tried on and then I hear from the others side of the rack (no pun intended) Mom I want to be a 38d. All of the women the store are laughing hysterically, as Payton stands there completely CLUELESS. I told her to be care full what she asks for!

Do you know your hair is parted funny?

Most of you know I have taken on a new hair style. I have gone natural, (no harsh chemicals, no straightening and no unnatural curling). This is less work but twice a month I have to comb it out so it does not get so "NAPPY". Well anyway I was combing it out the other day and Michael walks into the bedroom and says do you know your head is parted funny? "Yes, I know". Did you do that on purpose?, he continued. I rolled my eyes and walked downstairs. Marquis stood at the bottom of the stairs and confronted me with exact same questions. De ja vu, I say! Anyway I just looked at him and said I know, this is my new style, do you like it? NO, Marquis, replied and walk away. Do I care, no. Mike and Marquis can both get lives. That is the problem living with to men who are so completely into there looks, they definitely question me anytime they deem necessary. That is sometime good and sometimes not so good.

Chicken Again!

We like to torture our kids, it is fun. The other night we were sitting down to eat dinner and Payton complains about the fact that we are having chicken AGAIN. "We always have chicken don't they sell anything else at the store." I said, "they do but you complain when we have things other then chicken". She said, Oh, I forgot. Well to her dismay, that night we were not having chicken it was pot roast and the night before we had steak. We just tell Payton everything is chicken so she will shut her trap about not liking anything but CHICKEN! Just like we have had broccoli races for forever just to get her to eat. She is a sly one I figure I have another year or so before she realizes it ain't chicken. Oh well, I am sure by then I will have come up with something else.

Buggy Eyes

My friend Amy says we have BUGGY eyes, I think she is right.
The proof is in the Picture.

But then again we could be this guy!

Newest Pictures

This one of the latest photos off Phee, as you see she growing like a weed and rocking a Mohawk. I figured it is sticking up anyway I may as well make the most of it. She is doing well, loves her older siblings. She thinks they are so funny. Just wait soon they will be bossing her around and she won't think it is funny.

I will hold her to her promise!

Payton was recently holding Phoenix while I got dress, and in the midst of this she is telling how much she loves her little sister. She also stated that when she is sixteen she will babysit her sister and take her everywhere. I told her that when she is sixteen Phoenix will be eleven and won't really need babysitting but if she wanted to hang out with her that would be fine. My dear daughter promised she would take her sister everywhere even on dates. I told her that was a great idea, and when the time came I would be sure she kept her promise!

Mom, you have a tacktoo!

Okay, so I have a couple of tattoos, one on my ring finger with my husband's name (FYI, don't ever tattoo someones name on your body, I don't care who it is) the other is on my back, it is an angel on a cloud. Well the other day I was getting dress and bent over to get something out of the cabinet, needless to say this was the first time Payton has ever seen the tattoo. She scream; Mom you have a tacktoo! I nearly jumped threw the roof because she startled me. I said yes, (this whole time I am trying not to smile because she is pronouncing it wrong). She proceeds to read me the riot act about tattoos and how I should not have one. As the conversation neared the end she told me she wanted one! I then proceeded to tell her what a horrible idea it was. I don't think it worked. Hopefully she will just forget! But knowing her probably not!

Yes we needed a Murphy Bed

You are probably wondering what the heck a murphy bed is, well if you don't know now you know:
And here it is again along with that studly hubby of mine!

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First and Second Trip to the beach

This is Phoenix's first time at the beach, as you can see she loved the waves, they were up to 15-20 feet that day.

This is Phees (her nickname) second time at the beach, we were at Delray Beach which is so awesome. Next time we will let her touch the sand if it is not so piping hot. You can tell by the puzzled look on her face she really enjoyed it!

Bought a new camera!

I am really excited, I just bought a new camera; EOS Digital Rebel XTi Black 10.1MP Digital SLR Camera, made by Cannon. My last camera was stolen. (see I can't believe I left the keys in the car post. The fact that I have been this long without a camera is amazing. Anyway I cannot wait to try it out. It should arrive by Friday and when it does you can be sure I will be posting new pictures.

Act normal Dad!

The cute thing about having girls they do not know when to say that is enough. Mike and Payton had there father daughter date. I must say I have never been so mystified by a child in all my life. Getting ready for this date she changed three times. I am not kidding. She had three dresses that she could not choose from. Any way, she went with the pink one because it was not torn. Her first choice somehow or another was torn and needs to be repaired.

Well anyway, as I was getting her dress, she said she only had one request for her father and that was for him to act normal. Her father is a little goofy and sometimes swears when he is frustrated. But I guess the night was perfect. Dad open doors, and pulled out chairs so she could sit. He took her to Caraba's (I have not even been to Caraba's) and then they went to see Ratatouille. According to her it was the best moment in her life EVER. Everyone thought she looked like a princess. And dad was dad. But he knows in order for her to be treated like a princess from others he must set the example, and needless to say he is on is way to make it hard for any man to ever marry her.

Pacifier my eye!

I AM THE PACIFIER! This not a good thing. Phoenix will not take a bottle nor will she take a pacifier. Okay she has taken a bottle maybe five or six times, but she is almost four months old. HELLO! And you can forget the pacifier, brand does not matter I have them all, Silicone, not silicone, like the breast, not like the breast, ortho good and ortho bad. I have tried them all and to no avail she wont suck unless it is skin. I am not exaggerating! One day I was just sitting there minding my own business when she latched on to the side of my boobie. Nothing was coming out and she just sucked anyway. She will sucked the back of your hand, a finger, your forearm, anything I am not kidding. As long as it is skin she will suck it. I am doomed. But I will keep trying. I refused to give up on her.

I have nothing to wear!

Yeah, right! This is from my five year old, Excuse me I mean five and half year old. Payton i s going on a date with her father this Friday and has been besides herself because she has nothing to wear. She is five, how does she know whether or not if she has nothing to wear. This conversation was followed by, I don't look good in any of the clothes in my closet. So Michael and I did everything we could not to laugh in her face by saying we'll find something. What is with kids to day? This just puts the stamp on the fact that when she is fourteen, I AM MOVING OUT!

I love the way you wear your baby.

I was recently in Wisconsin, visiting as you know, this is the trip where I didn't go see the Color Purple because I am an idiot and way nicer then my husband. Well anyway, I digress. While I was there I went to the mall to shop of course, while I was there, this lady complimented me on the way I wear my baby. I said thank you. I carry Phoenix in a sling. Not just any sling a Hotsling. No, the sling is not hot silly, that is the product name.











http://www.hotslings.com/











It is one of the best product ever made. I can't lived without it, I would not even try, that would just be ridiculous. I don't have a photo with me wearing the hotsling because several of those were on the camera that was stloen too. Oh well here's a picture of some woman I don't not know in one.

And here is a picture of my friend Alissa who turn me on to them. Now I am hooked on it like crack.

Anyway as you can see wearing your baby is way more fun than carrying your baby.

It tastes like Chicken!

I made popcorn the other night and this sweet little girl told me it taste like chicken I am not sure what that means, but I going to take it as a copliment. BTW, I make some kick butt popcorm. TADOW!

Stepha Henry

Stepha Henry

Age 22

Height 5'2

Weight 110

HAVE YOU SEEN HER?

You probably won't recognized this name because she is not the all american girl, and what I mean by that, she is not blonde and blue eyed or even better Paris Hilton. Stepha went missing on May 29th of this year, but you will probably never hear about it because she is a person of color, African American. She is a well educated, college graduate who wants to be a lawyer. She is from Brooklyn and was visiting the Miami area for a concert and never returned home. Many news stations in the South Florida area preempted the Paris Hilton story over Stepha's. This is a story that has not picked up by the mainstream media, why I guess it is not important. But it is, Stepha has a mom and a dad who love her dearly, just like Kelsey Smith who went missing from the Target parking lot a few weeks ago. She has been found, unfortunately she was not alive. But Kelsey received national attention. This is just like the Elizabeth Smart story. A month before she went missing a beautiful little girl from Milwaukee, WI named Alexis Patterson was on her way to school and has not been seen since. At least her story eventually made news on America's Most Wanted. As a mom two very beautiful African American little girls, I can't have them growing up thinking that they don't matter.

BECAUSE ALL CHILDREN DO, NO MATTER WHAT!

I cannot believe I left the keys in the car!

Yes I DID! I left the keys in the car and it was stolen. I went to viist my beloved aunt and while I was in the house someone stole the car (some would say I gave it away by leaving the keys in the car). So lesson learned and will spread the word don't leave your keys in the car it might get stolen, people are not as honest as they used to be.

Least of alI it does not matter the color of a person skin

I am not sure when this was written, but I can tell you by whom, John Hart. My husband used it to close his Senior Project. Anyways, I am very thankful I was raised this way and it is something Michael and I are trying to teach our children. It is nothing wrong with appreciating who you are as long as you are not putting others down, regardless of the color of their skin, where they live, (city or suburb), social- economic status or even religious preference. We are all different and at different stages in our lives. You may never know when you are placed in a less than desirable situation and you become the very thing you thought you were better than.

The Six Day Salad

I recently had a baby girl, my precious little Phoenix. Well anyway, I received lots of help; my in-laws, my best friend, and my sister-in-law, Anne, the six day salad maker. I was VERY spoiled during their stay. Breakfast in bed every morning. Lunch made fresh daily and the best dinners ever. I love salads and my sister-in-law makes a pretty good salad, so she decided to make a salad the next night after she arrives. I am thinking great a fresh salad for dinner tonight. Dinner is served and no salad. So I asked where is the salad and she says she is not done yet. I am secretly wondering how long does it take to make a salad. Well it takes my sister-in-law six days. I am not kidding. It took her five days just to clean the Romaine lettuce. She cleaned it leaf by leaf, centimeter by centimeter. She had pieces of lettuce all over the kitchen then she let it drip dry for three days. Then she chopped up the rest of the veggies. In all it took six days, but at least the salad was worth the wait. I know for next time to clean the salad lettuce myself in advance.

Going To Wisconsin!

Yes, I am traveling to Wisconsin next week and staying now for three weeks. I was originally staying for 13 days but then I found out someone I would love to see is going to be there so I am staying a week so I can spend time with her. Anyway Wisconsin is a great place to visit but I don't think I could live there. Number one reason is because it is too cold. I like being ten minutes away from the beach. I like barbquing in the dead of winter. But three weeks should be long enough for me to visit and not feel rushed. Mike and I both come from big families so it always seems like we are never on vacation when we go there. Hopefully me and the girls will have time to do what we want and when we want. Anyway I just really want a Cousin's Sub and some thick Bacon. Yes thick bacon!

Kids today are being ripped off.

Payton has been saving money for about a year now, she has three sections in her bank, one for Savings, Fun, and Mission. Well the bank was full so I thought it was finally time for her to learn the banking side of life. So we decided to make a big deal of it. The first time went I did not have her birth certificate so we could not do it. The next time we went the bank did not have a coin couting machine so we could not do it. Yes, the BANK did not have one! They were expecting us to take home these little paper coin holders and wrap it. I laughed. Then she suggested two other locations that had a coin counting machine. So we go to one of those locations and of course they do not have the machine either. Lucky for me Payton had two dollars in her bank so she was able to open the account with that. It was really cute. when we got there she signed in; waited to be called and took care of her business. I was really proud she did it all with little help from MOMMY. So a few days ago we are in the local Piblix grocery and hot diggity they have a coin couting machine. So Payton, Phoenix and I run back to the car to grab the loot. I get to the machine only to dicover that she would be charged 8% for the machine to count her money. YIKES! 8% percent I thought what a rip off. In that same thought I thought why didn't I think of that. Oh well. So I tell Payton to start dumping and she does, about half way through the machine stops and says "please see attendant". We call for an attendant, she comes and says the machine is full and they need to change the bags. Payton smiles, "I knew I had a lot of money" she says! The clerk opens up the machine to find that the pennies and nickels are full. As she grabs the nickels they all spill on to the floor. There was A LOT of nickels on the floor. Payton is laughing and I am standing there just waiting for Phoenix to wake up screaming to be nursed. I would have left but we were halfway vested in this venture so we waited. After all the nickels have made it safely back into the bag. The machine is ready to continue, when all is said and done Payton leaves with just under $72. Not bad. But I still don't think that 8% is fair!

We use to be DINKS!

I was recently doing some cleaning (Phoenix took a nap and stayed asleep without me holding her)! So I decided I needed to clean up some paperwork we no longer needed. So there I was in the garage with Payton shredding paper like we were former Enron employees and low and behold I came across some of our hold tax returns from when we were DINKS= Double Income no Kids! I laugh granted the money is more now but it seems to be spent on anything but us. So I guess now we would be considered SITKS= Single Income Three Kids! Being a STIKS is more fun. By the way Payton loved the shredding.

Was She Conceived in Phoenix?

What the heck kind of question is that? We were out to dinner with my friend Stephanie and her husband Sean last night for Stephanie's birthday. Phoenix was in her seat minding her own business when a waitress came up to talk to us about the baby. She asks the basics like; how old is she and what is her name. We of course reply. Then she goes on to ask, WAS SHE CONCEIVED IN PHOENIX? Michael politely answers no, with a bewildered look on his face. The waitress professes that we must be asked that all the time. Michael proceeds to tell her know this is the first time anyone has ever ask where my daughter was conceived. I personally think that was kind of rude but I guess that is what we get for name our daughter after a city, but still I don't find it tactful to ask someone where they got busy if you know what I mean. Besides Phoenix is named Phoenix because it means PURPLE in Greek and Purple is my favorite color. Have a nice day!

Sorry I missed the Blessing!!!!!!!!!!

So this weekend we traveled three hours to where we used to lived to get our daughter Phoenix blessed, we were so excited. Well at least I was. I love going back to my former home it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. Besides I miss my friends, and I think for the most part they miss me. Anyway on to the meat of the story. We arrive at church with our new bundle of joy super excited. We speak with our Bishop to get the specifics on Phoenix's name and if I have enough time to nurse her before sacrament starts. This was her second Sunday in Church so she was a little nervous on her big day. We sit, church starts, my hubby is called to bring our pride and joy up to be blessed. WHERE'S MARQUIS? (Our sixteen year old). He is nowhere to be found. So the blessing proceeds without him. Blessing is done, still no Marquis. I am starting to get worried. Maybe he is in the bathroom on the toilet having some issues. So I send my husband to look for him. Still no Marquis. So we text him. A few minutes later he comes waltzing through the chapel doors. Where were you, I said? Here gives us a story about how he got stuck talking to Ashley and her mom, and could not get away. I hope the look on my face of I don't care about Ashely or her mom got the point across of how angry I was. Needless to say I think he felt bad. I tried not to make it to obvious that I was upset. Oh well such as life!

I love this kid!

Blog has moved

I have decided to move my blog to what seems to be a more friendlier blogging enviroment. So that being said I hope you enjoy some of my crazy ramblings. What can I say, I need an outlet. I just moved to this crazy town, (okay maybe not just move, I have been here 8 months) but I am bored out of my head and the only thing that keeps me from driving back to Central Florida is my marrage, I love my husband. Anyway this is where you will be able to find the lastest and greatest and not so greatest going ons with us. So please enjoy!