Happy Birthday Denny !!!!!!

Today is my son-in-law Denny's Birthday. As parents we worry about who our children will one day marry. But I wouldn't want anyone different for Megan to have married. Denny is so good to her and Emily. He was right by her side the seventeen hours we were at the birthing center waiting for Emily to be born. And we just found out Friday night that he even cut the cord. Not many men has the stomach to do that nor the patience. And if you know Denny he is an outdoor person, so it took a lot for him to stay in that little room for that long, but he did out of love for his wife and daughter. He works hard and provides everything they could possible need. And I'm sure the older Emily gets there will be a lot of wants that he gives also. I told Megan I hope she realizes how good of a man she has. The times I have been over there this past week, he has been right there for her. Getting what she needed before she ever had to ask. So Megan please don't ever take him for granted, because as you know there is a lot worse out there.

Denny, Happy Birthday, we love you, and thank you for being so good to Megan and Emily. And for being the best son-in-law a Mom could possibly have.

Just When I Thought I Had Seen It All

We bought the house we're in a little over a year ago, November 2007. We pulled down all the wallpaper and painted, most of it. The hall bathroom was a pain, we couldn't get all the wallpaper down no matter what we tried. So "FINALLY" we have gotten around to fixing it. Completely gutting it. We started by pulling the paneling down, in which fortunately there was sheet rock behind it. A little less work for us to do. But this is also what we found. Water damage, and mold.

This is the wall behind where the toilet was.

This is the wall behind where the sink and vanity was.

And if all that isn't bad enough. Wait until you see the floors. Once we pulled up the peel-n-stick tile. Yep that's a crack you see in it. One of several. Not to mention just about as many different types of wood. Apparently at sometime, the bathroom flooded, and they replaced the flooring with whatever wood they had and could piece together enough to put tile on top of it.

So yep, I would say we have our work cut out for us. I'm wondering why when the inspector crawled under the house he didn't find this.

So what sold us on the house hmmmmm.......

Doesn't look that great now after sitting up all winter. But come the summer. With two kids here all the time, one that lives 15 minutes away and two more here every other weekend and most of the summer. We totally enjoy the pool.

Baby Pictures

Megan has posted pictures on her blog today of Emily. As in previous blog I said no information until she put it on hers.
Emily Willow was born Monday March 2nd at 11:30 pm. She weighed 8 lbs and 3 ounces and 21 inches long. She is so beautiful. Go take a look here and see for yourself.
I just saw her again last night and I miss her already. I'm sure I was just as happy and full of love when all three of mine were born. But there's just something about a grandbaby. As we sat waiting at the Birthing Center Monday, I told my Mom I've never been on this side of it before. Waiting for my baby to have a baby. Their's a sense of helplessness. I wanted to make it go fast, easy, and painless for her. But yet her words after 21 hours of labor was it wasn't that bad. Just like any other Mother, once you hold that miracle in your arms all pain is forgotten.

NEW ARRIVAL

I've finally stopped long enough to blog.  Not giving much information, leaving that for the "New Mom" Megan .
All I will say after 21 hours of labor, and six and a half of those being hard contractions. At 11:30 last night, Baby girl is "finally" here.   Mama, Daddy, and Baby girl is doing great.  She is so beautiful.  A headful of black hair. I can't wait to spoil her.

Where is the snow?

Friday when we first heard we may have snow flurries today, I told Megan that she would go in labor today. Because that would definetly be history for her baby book. Not to mention that here Friday it was in the 70's. Because if you have lived in Georgia for very long.  Snow is just not something we see often. My youngest daughter is eight and she has yet to see snow. One fellow blogger in Middle Georgia blogged that they actually have a covering of snow. http://englishcottageingeorgia.blogspot.com/ So if your out there and in Georgia. Where is the snow?  Just curious as to how far south it has gotten.

Baby Books

My oldest daughter Megan has been wanting two certain books for the baby. You know the one that's three days past her due date. One was Goodnight Moon, and the other one we couldn't think of the name of it. Until Tuesday when http://thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/ posted on her blog about the exact book. Love you forever.

So yesterday morning I set out to find these two books for Megan to read to baby girl. Megan had been down the last couple of days, just plain out miserable. So unknown to me she had gotten up and went shopping about the same time I did. When I found the books I texted her and caught up with her at Hobby Lobby. The look on her face, in which I haven't gotten so good at this stuff yet as carrying my camera with me everywhere. But I truly believe it helped to lift her spirits.

She has an appointment today with the mid-wife. So prayerfully she will be ready by then. If not it's going to be a really long weekend.

Will keep y'all posted.

My Three Children

I'm wondering how can three children from the same parents be so different. Megan my oldest has always been laid-back, easy going. But not lazy, whatever she puts her mind to doing, somehow it will get done.

Never into any trouble for the most part. A good head on her shoulders most of the time. We had our normal teen-age years, you know the ones. Nobody can tell them anything, they know it all. But I don't think the rough part lasted more than a year.

And now she has grown into an intellegent, beautiful woman, that's going to be a Mommy any day now.

Then there's the middle child, the only boy, Michael, he's 18. Like a torpedo, full speed ahead. When he was younger I always said from the time his feet hit the floor in the morning until his head hit the pillow at night he was non-stop. And now he is so head-strong, and argumentive about everything. You could tell him the sky is blue and he would argue with you that there was some white in it too. Every day it seems we butt heads about something, and most of the time it's the most trivial things. But he just has to argue his point, to no end. And getting to his point. Oh my it's never ending. I think sometimes he could make a preacher drink because I know there's days I've thought about calling Megan and tell her to fix

me one. Where did I go so wrong with him? Why did he have to be the one

to be 100% like his Dad?  Why couldn't he have been more like my side

of the family?  Quiet, easy-going, laid-back? I know they can't all be

alike.  But he could have been a little like my side of the family.

Maybe he should be a lawyer

since he likes to argue so much.

Then the youngest one. A girl, Makayla. A surprise to all of us when I had her. She's another torpedo, for lack of another word. Wide-open all the time never slows down until she goes to sleep.

She's only eight but sometimes I think she's already a teenager. Her moods, oh my goodness. You would think she was hormonal already. Five more years until she's a teenager.

She has a best friend at school, which happens to be a boy. They were in class together last year, and this year. Field trips, playground, lunch, it doesn't matter. If you see one, you see the other.

Then this year, the buying each other stuff started.

They had to buy each other Christmas presents, which I thought was cute. Then came Valentine's and yes we had to buy a present again. Yesterday she comes home from school, and they've exchanged phone numbers. They know everything about each other. I have never seen two people so young talk about so much.

How will I ever survive her teenage years?