Photos

We took advantage of the beautiful day (and the fact that I had to dress Lexie cute for her mani-pedi with Talli) and had a little photoshoot. Here are todays faves. (In a very random order!)

Ta-Daa

I'm starting to figure out my new Photoshop program! A very handy tool for Owen pics since he ALWAYS has some sort of food around his mouth. (Esp. since he discovered the Tootsie Roll stash). Click on the pictures to see the difference up close. I also got rid of his little forehead scrape.

Owen received a battery powered quad for Christmas from Nana. He rode it properly for the first minute then came up with this alternate way to ride all on his own. He is such a crack up!

Me and my beloved Wii. Thank you uncle Zacky. Nana gave me the Wii Fit. Woo Hoo!!

Christmas Jammie Picture! (Need to do a bit of editing on the whole family pic. Ü )

My Nateski.

Mommy's boys.


We had a very nice Christmas this year (all things considered). It was hard not to get caught up in Dad not being there but I did a pretty good job of keeping it to myself so it wasn't one big sob fest. As usual, Shane helped my relax and enjoy myself. Family is definitely the best gift of all.

We miss you PopPop.

Computer Trouble.

This may be why we've been having trouble with our computer lately.

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Heritage

Today I am 1/3 orphan.

I am sad.

...preparations...

BEWARE: Anger ahead

I'm going home in the morning. This morning actually. My, how time flies.

In a few hours I may be receiving the last hug I'll ever get from my daddy. What do you think about that? I think it's pretty stinkin' crummy!

I don't know what to believe anymore. Will this really be the last time I see my father? With God, nothing is impossible. I do not expect a miracle but try to stop me from hoping.

For over two weeks my father has been told that he only has a few days longer to live. No joke! The hospice nurse is nice and probably intelligent but I hate her and think she's stupid. She's been wrong for two weeks. Who's to say this won't go on for a few more weeks until I can maybe come down again??? So what if he can hardly swallow and has so little muscle that he has to ask someone to reposition his legs for him? So what if he almost drowns when he takes sips of water and that he is practically living on orange popsicles. Do you think that matters??? Somewhere inside that man is my daddy. And somewhere inside me is a girl that wants to pop someone on the nose.

I feel like I'm drowning in hope and sorrow. I'm swallowing it by the bucket and it all tastes like poop.

Mostly I'm just feeling crappy because by leaving before he dies I feel like I'm making a choice to never see him again. Don't tell me that's silly. I know it's silly. I'm sad not stupid.


The Good News...

I'm going home to this.

PS My friends are nice.