Sen"10"r pictures

Wow it is so hard to believe that Brian will graduate this year and head off to college. Stephen and I were talking about it driving home last week after a day of Christmas shopping and I started crying...already! I really want him to go to the college of his choice, get a great education, and stay close to home. I know I need to let go, but it is hard to let your children go especially for the first time. Stephen told me you better get use to it because when that little boy goes off you are really going to have a hard time with it. My reply was "well I have quite a few years to prepare for that, besides I have 3 more children to experience this with and by the time that Hunter leaves...well I will be an expert.
My sister in law Ashley took Brian's senior pictures and did a great job must I say. So if you would like her number to have her take some pictures of your family, just let me know. (Ashley you do not owe me for your advertising :) ) I could not believe how some of these pictures I felt like I was looking at Stephen because Brian is a spitting image of his Daddy.

Magical Christmas 2009...

I love Christmas. The magic, family, food, and the light in my children's eyes on Christmas morning. Hunter was really fun this year. His Christmas list was very short and very expensive. A John Deere tractor, a bow, and a shotgun. Stephen and I tried to tell him that Santa told us he was not getting his tractor because he has enough riding toys, but he was not having it. Santa brought him a spiderman bike instead, a bow, and several shotguns. The most special gift of all this year was from his Paw Paw and it was Ithaca single barrel 410 shotgun. It was passed down to him from Paw Paw because it was the first gun that his Paw Paw bought for his Daddy when he was 5. Of all the gifts that Hunter received nothing compared to that shotgun.
Brittaney got her I Pod and clothes. Austin got clothes, shoes, and Xbox live (which he thought Daddy and Heather were dumb because we tried to buy it at Wal-Mart...and really he was the dumb one). We really had him going thinking that we knew nothing about Xbox live because we wanted to surprise him and it worked. Brian got a predator call and a new car. The whole family got a Wii. Santa was really good to us this year, we must have been really good.
Christmas Eve night we made Santa's favorite cookies, chocolate covered peanut butter ritz crackers, read Twas the night before Christmas, and sprinkled our reindeer food. After all of the excitement it was time for bed. We had to explain to Hunter that he had to sleep in his bed because Santa will only deliver if everyone is in their own bed's. He made sure that the two older boys knew to sleep in their bed's and told them to go to sleep because he wanted Santa to hurry up and come. Stephen and I were whispering to each other about how blessed we truly are and Hunter quickly told us to be quiet and go to sleep. Austin knew that he could come and wake us up once he got up. Little did I know that he would be waking up at 5 a.m. He told me that he laid in bed until 6 a.m. and finally went back to sleep until Hunter woke him up at 7 a.m. Hunter came into the living room, peaked around the corner and saw the presents then started going through the house waking up everyone saying "get up, get up Santa Claus came". It was magical...I love Christmas, my children, and my sweet husband.

Finals....

Tomorrow I have two finals and I am totally stressed out!!! Stephen said earlier tonight that I have been in a bad mood and asked what is wrong with me. I just replied "finals honey". Could it be that I have been trying to get over bronchitis, have a sick baby, or my house is a disaster because of everything going on right now?Calgon could not even help me right now, seriously, if I were a drinker I would guzzle down some of the strongest drinks ever right now. Wait, maybe school is driving me to drink.
I am really living inside Reba's song "Is there life out there". I am so frustrated because it seems the harder that I try, the more I get knocked back. So you ask why am I blogging when I should be studying? Well, the truth is I can not look at another sociology word right now. I need a break. It is waaay past my bedtime, the house is quiet, even the dog is snoring, and I am sitting at the dining room table (where I have been all day long) trying to muster up the energy to overlook my humanities notes because after all that is my first exam in the morning.
Okay enough moaning and groaning. I simply ask for a little prayer from you to help me get through finals. Then I have over three weeks off and I am not picking up the first book, ok I will finish reading Edward. I am going to enjoy this break true enough.

The dog did it!

Hunter has been testing my patience a lot here lately, maybe it is because I have been sick for over a week. He and I both have been coughing our heads off for over a week now. On Wednesday as I tried to take a nap with Stephen, he kicked me out of bed and said that I have to do something about my cough. I sounded like a cat meowing as I would breath. I admitted it was time for a trip to the doctor. Brittaney accompanied me and after 2 1/2 hours of waiting, x-rays, and tests they found that I had bronchitis. This is the first time I have ever had it and I have been miserable. Not feeling bad except for my chest feeling tight and my head feeling as though it is about to bust every time that I cough. Thank God Hunter just has a dry cough.
The other night I had to take a bath because I was so chilled down to the bone. I had just gotten on to Hunter for playing with his kickity kick ball (thanks, Wubbzy!) and told him not to bounce it in this house again for the what seemed like 100Th time. So I leave him with Stephen and I went to take a bath. After I had been in the tub for what seemed like hours (because Edward and Bella were occupying me) I emerged from the bathroom to hear Stephen telling Hunter that Mama was going to get him because he had did something bad. I came to the living room to find him bringing me, in 5 different pieces, my soldier boy that I had sitting on the fireplace. My cousin made this for my Mom who passed it down to me about 20 years ago. It was the neatest Christmas decoration made from clay pots and painted as a soldier, to cute. So Hunter and I have a conversation that goes like this...
Hunter: "Mama I did not do it"
Me: "Well who did"
Hunter:"Dooie(the dog) did it with the ball"
Me: "How did Dooie do this? Hunter you know Santa Claus is watching you so I will just ask him and he will tell me."
Hunter: "OK I did it, but it was a accident"
Me: " I knew that Dooie did not do this, but you need to quit telling stories because remember Santa is watching you"

Where do kids come up with these ideas. I wanted to laugh hysterically, but I had to be stern because he needed to know right from wrong. Stephen on the other hand was laughing because Daddy is the cool guy, while Mommy is the disciplinary one.