Archive for March, 2009


Posted by KK on Tuesday, 31 March, 2009

I heart the country…


Which of these words are actually misspelled? Are they trying to say that they have too many horses or two mini horses? LOL

Open House

Posted by KK on Saturday, 28 March, 2009

I have debated for some time blogging about this. It is a touchy subject but perhaps if others knew then you would keep us in your prayers. If you are close to us then you already know that Jason and I for years have hoped and/or tossed around the idea and dream of adopting. It has largely been pursued by me. Before we married, I told him it was my plan. It has been my plan since I was very young. In 5th or 6th grade I did an essay on Ethiopia and when reading through and cutting out photos from National Geographic magazines my eyes were opened to the unbelievably vast amount of famine there is in the world, especially in places like Ethiopia. We always knew we would likely begin with having children of our own and then sealing the deal with an adoption (or two, if it were up to me). I have always known and have appreciated how much we have and know that while we are not wealthy we have so much to give to do our part. It is all about the greater good. I know that not everyone could do this but *what if* even 1 out of every 10 did?

While we have grown and our lives have taken the paths that they have, we have agreed and concluded that for us in particular an international adoption is not possible at this time and may not ever be and I am fine with that. That aspect of my dream has evolved and matured a bit so to speak. It isn’t important for me to travel thousands of miles to find that one child I was meant to have and everything fall into place like I had always hoped. What Jason and I have always contemplated was how we could perhaps help more closer to home. It has always weighed heavy on Jason the idea of going halfway across the world when we could do as much good right here and I am grateful that he has helped me see this as well. I feel as if a heavy load has been lifted off of me because I am finally very content in the decision to not do an international adoption whereas this was all I could foresee in years past. It isn’t that I/we are boycotting the idea or criticizing others who do decide to go this route. It just isn’t best for us at this time. I know we can do good here. I am a bit dumfounded at how much it costs to adopt one child from another country and it does bother me if I let those thoughts creep in. If we really wanted that, we would make it work.

Furthermore, while we continue to contemplate the idea of adopting, we have decided to pursue foster care for the time being. We began talking about this option about a year or more ago. We have no idea what our future holds but we know there is a need and we typically find a need and attempt to help whenever we can. I can admit that adoption may not be in our cards and I am content with that but I feel like I have to do something. If you know me, you know that I can’t easily sit still knowing something should be done where there is a need. This is one of those things. We are blessed to know many families who foster and I have enjoyed studying them over the years. If perhaps something were to come out of a placement and we were able to adopt I know we would be thrilled. If not, I know that ultimately placing the child back with fit biological families is best for them. Thus we have begun the process of becoming Tennessee’s newest foster parents. We are being told that we have about 10 weeks of training amidst a ton of paperwork, home study, finger prints, etc. Basically, all the same work to actually adopt. I have many concerns but I know they will all work out and I think this will be a huge blessing for our family.

So here we go… I created a new category for posts pertaining to this subject and will from time to time keep everyone up to date on the happenings. I have also decided to create a virtual album of the children we are able to help along the way just to keep everyone up to date on our current brood. It will be a little while before our first placement as we have merely finished the beginning stages of paperwork and are awaiting our training classes to begin. So stay tuned!

Why we don’t have a DVD player in the car…

Posted by KK on Thursday, 26 March, 2009

….because I am certain conversations like this little one would never happen!

Me: Who wants green gum?

Lake: I do!

Wheat: Me, too!

River: Me, too!

Me: Rippo, when you are the third to say then you are supposed to say “Me, three!”

Wheat: Well, I should be the one to say “I do!” since I was the first born and then Lake should say “Me, too!” and then River would say “Me, three!”

Me: But you all speaking up and claiming something has nothing to do with birth order and what if you don’t think to speak up first every time?

Wheat: Well, you are right. It is all about timing.

A beautiful Spring morning…

Posted by KK on Monday, 23 March, 2009

I love Spring. It reminds me of everything good in the world. I love Spring mornings waking up to the sound of birds chirping and smelling the freshness in the air. Wheat was my sole snuggler this morning. The boys still mosey in to bed with us every morning and we all lay as long as we can until we all get up at once. And Maggie….sweet Maggie….she comes in the bed in the mornings, too, and attempts to purr us out of bed with her intense inner motor. So as Wheat and I lay in bed, snuggling, with Maggie on our pillow, Wheat wakes me and says “Mom, Maggie just puked”. So, Wheat gets up and runs off to the bathroom (to puke himself, of course) and I raise up to try and determine whether I am dreaming or not. She did puke, indeed. I startled her and she began to run away from her mess but not before stopping to puke a little more on my alarm clock on the night stand. Nice.

So as Wheat sat on his stool in the bathroom I began cleaning up the cat’s mess. He says, in between wretches “Sorry you have to clean that up”. How sweet. “It’s ok, honey. I am sorry you are sick”. He says “If something touching the uvula in your throat makes you gag, then what makes you gag when you just see something gross?” Thus the morning science lesson began. As we chat and as he continues gagging and spitting while I clean I ask him “Honey, have you tried the technique? Spell giraffe.” He replies, “Yes. I tried but it’s just not working today”. I say “Well, you have been over there for a while now. You are not over there just thinking about her puke, are you? Because if you do not get your mind off of it then you will stay sick.” He says “No, right now (gag) I am not thinking about her (gag) puke (gag), I am thinking about walking out of this room and (gag) fixing myself a big bowl of Honey Nut O’s”.

So he finally finished and I did as well and he left the room and I began to strip the linens off my bed to wash and a few minutes later he came to me and said “Mom, since you had to clean all that up here’s what I did: I let the dog out, I raised the shades, I let the dog back in and I filled up his treat jar with his new treats and I threw the bag they came in into the plastics bin and the box that the bag came in into the mixed paper bin.”

Love that guy. And as we talk and hug, Lake walked in all sleepy headed wondering why we were up and not snuggling in the bed and when he asked what happened (linens all pulled off the bed and room all dishevelled) Wheat tells him “Maggie puked in the bed right between mine and mom’s pillows and then I spent 20 minutes working on my gag reflex”.


Posted by KK on Tuesday, 17 March, 2009

I know how to post videos on my blog now so here’s one I have been wanting to post for ages…

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Are you frickin’ kidding me?

Posted by KK on Saturday, 14 March, 2009

After yesterday, I am surprised I am here and alive and pain-free. Yes, my shoulder and elbow are fine. Jason is home. We are all having a nice breakfast. What a great Saturday. Hold the phone. Our cat, Maggie, has been having a bad week. She has learned what I believed to be a new meow and it sounds like someone is cutting her tail off. She is going about the house yelling like this since Wednesday, of course, because I took Stevie to the vet on Tuesday so it is classic for something to happen the day after I could have taken her to the vet, too, to get checked out. Since Wednesday, she has progressively gotten worse. I have tried to tell Jason about it while he was away and last night he got the real dose. Maggie had us up all night with her screaming. We were taking turns getting out of bed to soothe her as if we had a newborn again. So this morning I was supposed to be in Philadelphia for an all day referee training course for AYSO. At breakfast, I decided Maggie needed to be seen. She was screaming non-stop and crouching down on the floor. One minute she would be fine and even jump on the countertop but the next she is in the floor rolling around screaming or walking while taking three normal steps and then crouching on the floor in pain. Is her back broken? Is her pelvis dislocated? Something is wrong and the severity of it has hit me and now this is an emergency. I called the vet and they are booked solid but agree to let me come in and they would work me in.

So off we go to the vet with her in the dog crate in the back of the truck. Most of you won’t be surprised when I tell you that I obsess over the health of my pets as much as I do my kids, however, I stay away from doctors with the kids. The pets, however, get taken to the vet every time they cough. So she screamed the entire way to Sweetwater (our vet is there, he is the best vet in the state and well worth the drive). All week I had been taking videos of Maggie’s episodes with my cell phone. It started out as funny to me. I thought she had just hit puberty and learned a new and deeper meow or was mad because the boys had been outside all week. She has always stood at the glass door and meowed when the boys go out to play. Here is one of the videos of her acting up…(I had been pulling wallpaper all week while Jason was out of town….this explains the stove being pulled out and the wallpaper in the floor. Fun.)

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So we arrive at the vet and we are called back relatively quickly. We go into a room and I take Maggie out of her carrier. The technician begins asking me questions and I began explaining her symptoms. The technician sees in her history that she is about 8 months old. “Ahhh…” she says. I bet she is in heat. “What?”. These are classic symptoms of a cat in heat. I showed her the video and she said “Yep, I guarantee that’s what the doctor will diagnose”. No way. No way is this cat moping around like she is dying and all that is wrong with her is a little kitty PMS. The technician keeps asking questions. I explain how she whines when the boys go outside. She says “Are those your other cats?” I said “No, they’re my actual children”. We laugh. The doctor comes in and immediately agrees that she is in heat and is just lookin’ for love. I show her the video. She loves it. She says “Oh yes, see how she’s rubbing all over everything. Yep. She’s just looking for love in all the wrong places”. This can’t go on. This cat has kept me up all week and has disturbed our entire household. The doc says we need to make her an appointment to get her lady junk out. We did and after a 10 minutes visit and a $40 bill I was driving back home with a grumpy cat and a scowl on my face. How could she?

So this one’s for you, Maggie….

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So, Maggie, here’s the deal….the Oasis Day Spa wasn’t taking reservations and I didn’t try the Belleza because I understand they have a new massage therapist who is relatively inexperienced so let’s just stick with your kitty yoga routine which you practice all day every day while you lay around licking your junk. Now, I know that’s not your first choice but keep in mind…You’re a flippin’ cat! And you owe me $40!


Posted by KK on Friday, 13 March, 2009

I haven’t ever been but if I were going to start it would be today. My mom woke me up very early this morning (well, about 8 am, which is early since the boys spent the night with her and that is the only time I get to sleep in) screaming because there was a skunk in her front yard. We live in a subdivision and while in my 33 years of life I have never seen this I didn’t immediately think it was odd. So I got up and looked out the window. Indeed, there was a skunk wandering about her front yard. She was concerned because it was broad daylight and he was muttering about like he was confused. I thought he might just be blind. So she saw the lonely neighbor of hers coming out of his house and hung up the phone. She got him all over it and the next thing you know he was out tracking it’s travels (from a good distance, of course) along with two other neighbors like this was a burglar or something. So the neighbor gets on the horn with the city, and animal control, and TWRA and all sorts of people who proceed to tell him that they cannot do anything about it. Do we pay taxes? I thought we did. Anyway, while he is on the phone, the skunk manages to walk through 4 yards all diagonal and in front of my own before finding mine and ultimately finding my front shrubs. NOW we have a problem. NOW the skunk is in MY yard. So I began to worry a bit. I am running from window to window in the front of my house trying to keep an eye on him but he is lost in our overgrown shrubs. Two of the neighbors are standing in my front yard talking about the weather and proceed to lose the skunk. An office showed up and they all walk the grounds looking but find nothing. The word on the street (or from the officer) is that what we fear is a rabid skunk is actually a skunk infected by distemper which they have found very common over the last week or so catching about 4 infected by the disease. The skunk was not right at all but the officer said he would be showing more dramatic symptoms if he had rabies. So ultimately the officer left and the neighbors went into their houses and I was content telling myself the skunk went into the next subdivision and was in someone’s trash. So I began cleaning and go about my morning.

About an hour later, I walked out my back door to take something to my moms and the second I opened the door I smelled the skunk. It was so strong I thought he was at my feet on my back deck which is impossible because we have a 6 foot wooden privacy fence around our back yard that a rabbit cannot even penetrate. The smell came in to the house when I had the door open. I freaked out and ran into the house and opened the front door. I didn’t smell it there so I ran to my mom’s. I ran in her house and told her and asked her if she would walk over with me and she did. We began walking around my front yard and as soon as we met the front porch the neighbor across the street yelled “IS THAT HIM?” and we both jumped. He pointed around the side of the house where my heat and air unit sits. There he was, laying on the ground directly beside the unit. HOLY COW. That mangy animal has laid down to die right beside my heat and air unit. I ran into the house and immediately turned off the unit but it was too late. The entire house smelled like skunk. FRESH, ripe skunk. WHY? WHY? WHY? Why did he have to choose MY yard to die in and why did he have to pick that spot??? I went back out and my mom was throwing sticks at it and he didn’t move. By the way, have I mentioned that Jason was out of town in St. Louis? Nice. Leave the soccer mom to deal with a man’s job. Thanks. So I went in the house and got on the horn with some agencies. Animal Control was the first place I called. He said they do not pick up dead animals. “Well who in the heck does? This thing is laying beside my unit and the smell is seeping into my house!” He told me that no one is “in charge” of picking up dead animals. He suggested I call a critter control company. So I did. Of course their Lenoir City office has closed because of the economy and no one services our area. I called another company I found on google and they also do not service my area but they said they would dispatch one of their people and see if he would be willing to come out and that he would call and give me a quote. A quote? You mean I am going to have to pay for this? Shouldn’t the entire subdivision chip in? So he called me back about 10 minutes later and said he would come out, remove the skunk and deodorize my unit for 289. I asked “You mean two hundred and eighty nine dollars, right? Not $2.89?” He said “Yep”. I said, “I’m gonna need to call my husband.” knowing I would never be calling him back. My last hope was the city. You can’t tell me that when a 100 pound dog gets hit and killed in the road that he just lays there to rot and no one picks his body up. So I called the mayor’s office determined to find out why this did not exist and his secretary said that the city department does this. She also lives in my subdivision and knew exactly where I lived so she said she would get them out there asap. Knowing the city department, if you say “please come now” they might show up next week. I was hopeful they would smell the urgency….literally. As soon as I hung up the phone I heard my neighbor yelling outside. “HE’S MOVIN’!” I ran outside and yes, the skunk was up and dancing. He just needed a nap, apparently, and my mom woke him up with the sticks she threw at him. Thanks, mom. So I called the justice department. I told them he was back up and we thought he was dead but he isn’t and she said she would send the officer back out. This skunk had some major issues. He was up and dancing around but not walking. He looked like he was having a seizure. The officer came and said “Yep, he’s got distemper. We’ve seen this before.” My neighbor said “Well, are you gonna shoot it?” The officer said “I can’t do that. Even if I could I would have a three inch stack of paperwork to do because of it and I ain’t doin’ it”. My neighbor then offered to help with the paperwork. I thought that was funny. So the officer told us that he already had a game and fish guy on his way so all we needed to do was keep our eye on the skunk. At this point, we didn’t think he was going to get far in his condition but I didn’t want to take a chance. The officer told me he would need a box, some duct tape, a rake and a shovel. Off I went to round up the goods. Have I mentioned that it was sprinkling rain all day during all this? Yep. So I called Jason on my way to the barn and while I was getting all the supplies out of the barn I slipped on the wooden ramp coming out of our building and landed on my back and elbow and the phone flung out of my hand. I couldn’t move. After about 10 seconds when I realized my back wasn’t broken I tried to sit up. My elbow and shoulder hurt so bad I couldn’t move my entire arm. I picked up the phone and Jason was still there. I proceed to cuss him out for being out of town when he should be home keeping us sane and well and skunk-free. The ramp to the building was covered in slippery algae. I had no idea. I never go in there. That’s his territory. When I picked myself and my tools up and left the fence, holding back tears, I found the officer in the driveway taping up the box I pulled out of the garage. He and I then began our little escapade. I was able to snap one good pic with my iPhone during the battle with the skunk between whispers and darting to the road every time the skunk moved. By the time the game and fish guy showed up, we already had the skunk in the box. He walked up, taped it closed, and carried it to his truck. I then realized this game and fish guy was one of my soccer coaches this season. So, he began to talk to me in my front yard about his online training and things for coaching while I am standing there, in pajamas and a coat, wet, tired and shaking from the pain in my arm and shoulder. So off they went but not before the officer got one last suggestion in. He said if the skunk sprayed my unit then I could go to Wal-Mart and buy some of that “Madisongil” feminine spray and mix it up and spray it in the unit. “Will clear it right up and that’s what this place charge my friend thousands of dollars for and that’s all they did”. Did he just say “Madisongil”? First of all, this was an odd thing for a man who I don’t know to be chatting me up about. And secondly, what the heck is in that product that will kill a skunk smell? And what woman has such an odor that a product exists that can cure it AND a skunk smell all at the same time??? Is all this really happening? Am I sleep walking?


So with them gone I went into my stinky house and opened every window even though it was freezing cold outside. It was 3 o’clock and I hadn’t eaten anything all day. This has now taken 7 hours of my day and I am almost sick and in such pain and have soccer practice to coach in two hours. What a day. And then someone reminded me that is was Friday the 13th and it all made sense (although I am not superstitious). Luckily, by the time we got back from soccer practice at 8 pm the house was aired out and smell-free albeit freezing cold. And I didn’t want to turn the heat on.

Pink + 1…

Posted by KK on Wednesday, 4 March, 2009

If you know our littlest one, you know he has a penguin fetish. It began years ago, when he was about a year old, but I believe it may have begun even earlier. When all of our boys were born, we bought them a special little stuffed animal to have when they were in the hospital. It began with Wheat, of course, and because he was three weeks early, an emergency delivery and thrown into the NICU for several days we had nothing with us and went to the hospital gift shop and bought his first little teddy bear. We wanted something soft and sweet to put in his little box (because that’s what it looked like) that he had to sleep in while he was in the NICU since he couldn’t be in my room. So when Lake was born, Wheat was only a year and a half old but Jason took him to the mall while I was in the hospital and they picked out a little animal friend for Lake to have in the hospital. Well, River was born when Lake was three and Wheat was four and a half. When River was born, the first Madegascar movie was in theatres. So, just before River was born, they had picked out a penguin for him to have in the hospital which happened to be one of the characters from the movie. His name is Skipper. Thus, I believe, began the penguin fetish. He is almost four now and has penguins all over the place including on many shirts and socks, etc. He loves penguin movies like “March of the Penguins” and knows a lot of scientific information on them as well. He even taught his own father, who we thought knew everything already, that there is a particular type of penguin called a “Macaroni” penguin. Tonight, on Jeophardy, one of the questions was about the Macaroni and while all three contestants stood dumbfounded, Jason answered it correctly. Uncanny. And taught to him by his 3 year old.

So, anyway, this whole idea to blog about River’s fetish was because while I stood in the kitchen washing dishes tonight River was laying in the floor near me playing. He said “Mom, you know how you spell penguin?” I said “How?” He said “It’s spelled ‘Pink’ + ’1′. I think it’s so funny when they are at such a young age and begin figuring out how letters sound and that is what he has been doing as of late. Hey…it makes sense! Pink + 1 = Penguin!