Don't be scared . . . . .

I'm kind of a scaredy cat.

I'm afraid of silly things, really.

I am scared of taxidermy animals.

Ooooohhh man.
I am terrified.
Especially the big ones. Bears, big cats.
Agghhhh!
I can, of course, go into a Cabellas without screaming, but my stomach is doing summer saults.
Maybe it's the thought that they could magically come to life and devour me.

I am scared of deep water and SHARKS!

Hello! I live in Idaho. Not an ocean in sight.
I seriously get panicked even in a deep swimming pool.
I'm not afraid of water itself, I'm a good swimmer, but the thought of something beneath me ready to devour me . . . . . SO SCARY.

Is there a theme here? I guess I have a fear of being devoured.

I am also scared of ghosts.

Scared to death of the things.
I CANNOT watch any of those dumb ghost hunting shows cause then I can't even walk around my own house at night.

One thing I am not afraid of . . . . . . giving haircuts.

Now, I'm not GOOD at giving haircuts but I have no fear. Probably not the best thing.

It may have started when I had to start giving my Christopher hair cuts because of his sensory issues.


I had to do it with scissors too. Buzzers were too much for him.
He has definitely had some interesting hair cuts, but I had to do what I had to do :)
I'm getting so much better.

I have no fear of giving hair cuts to myself. I did one today. I woke up and thought . . . I'm getting bored of this long long (and I mean LONG) hair. I'm gonna cut it. And, I did. I got carried away and cut bangs. UGH! It's not good to cut your own hair. You do things on impulse. Now I have (what I would consider) short hair and bangs.


My hair is even shorter than this picture because I went back to even it out and ended up cutting off a couple more inches. Duh.

Wow. Big change.

Fear can be a good thing.

What are you afraid of? Or NOT afraid of?

Things We Love Lately . . . .

We love that it got to 77 degrees the other day.

We spent most the day outside running in sprinklers,



picking dandelions,


and washing rocks?

Andy spent most of the time asking "Find da rocks?" (with the most pathetic little face) so he could spray them with his spray bottle.


Whatever keeps them happy!


I love the improvements we have seen with our Christopher.



These past couple of months have been very trying for us.
Christopher's anxiety had reached a new level and his days were spent screaming and crying.
If you have never seen a depressed child, I can tell you that it is absolutely tragic.
His anxiety had gotten so bad that I was re potty training him. An almost six year old.
I thought training a 2 or 3 year was hard.
This was hard.
He psychologically could not get past his anxiety. He knew how to use a bathroom, but his fear was overtaking him.
I spent most of this winter at home feeling sorry for myself (hate to say it). Ugh.

BUT, we are doing better!!
We finally found a medicine combination that is helping.
It can't take his disorder away, of course, but it is HELPING him function.
Such a huge blessing.
I love modern medicine.



I love that I have a new project.
I am moving the boys into the same room.
Christopher loves the color red and wanted a red room.
So, they are going to have a red and gray robot room.



I will show you when it's done.


I am loving this song (click to hear it):
Hourglass
I have just discovered Mindy Gledhill and I kinda love her!
Such a unique voice.


I loved watching 20/20 last Friday and seeing Nie Nie!!


How can you not admire and love this lady?
If you haven't been to her blog, YOU SHOULD.
I have a link on the side of my blog :)


I love that my Grandma just got an IPad.
She has never used a computer, but she is learning and I know it can't be easy :)
I hope she reads this sometime and knows that I LOVE HER!!

What are you loving lately??

Spoiled

I was sitting at my table this morning looking at sweet little cards and handmade gifts my boys had given me for Mother's Day.

I remember thinking, as a child, why does my mother love getting these silly handmade presents every year? Even as a child I realized they weren't the most expensive, most elaborate gifts I could possibly give. I was proud of them though, nonetheless.

Now as a mother myself, I cherish each little piece of paper or painted rock because it was made with their little hands. Made with love by my special, priceless little boys.

My Christopher has a difficult time finishing projects so he was overflowing with pride when he presented his Mother's Day gifts. He also went up and sang with the children at our church on Mother's Day. I was elated!! You have no idea how hard that is for my boy. I was so proud.
He told me "Mommy you are spoiled to get alllll these presents from me!"

Yes I am.