Terrible Speller

goodbye blogger ...

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 04:33:00 +0000

and hello WordPress! It's offical, I have moved. My nerdy husband (he's so awesome) has worked real hard to help create a new home for my blog. So, come visit me at

TerribleSpeller.com

* There may be a few layout problems. We are still working out a few kinks. I was just too anxious, I couldn't wait any longer!

mess = happiness

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 03 Jan 2007 16:54:00 +0000

My kids seem to be the happiest when they are making a HUGE BIG mess. We've started schooling again today after a LONG break and while #1 and I are working, the girls are re-arranging their room. I peeked around the corner to see the damage and whoa, it's insane. But they have been so content and happy. Oh well, just hope we can all remain in a decent mood when it comes time to clean up, no whining and me not getting grumpy!

pre-Christmas fun

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 14:48:00 +0000

The Friday before Christmas the 5 of us headed to Atlanta to visit Imagine It Children's museum. We bought a family pass almost a year ago and it has been worth every dime. It is such a fun place. Afterwards we headed to the Varsity for ice cream. I was feeling emotionally satisfied with us all together and I spoke up and said, "I love living in Atlanta. So many fun things to do here." Well as we walked out and headed to our car, we hear tons of sirens wailing near by. Then we see like a dozen or so cops fly by and they stop and get out on foot and start sprinting down the road. Next there helicopters were hovering. It was chaotic. We pulled into a gas station and learned it was a car chase. Helicopters we still overhead and then a ambulance flew by headed toward the scene. So we left the gas station and headed toward the interstate. While waiting at a traffic light, I am 90% sure I saw drug exchange. Next I was on the on ramp to I-75 and it was bumper to bumper traffic. My defenses went up as I had to cross 6 lanes to get to the HOV. Normally traffic doesn't freak me out at all, but with the previous events I was just on edge. So maybe living in Atlanta does have it's perks, but it definitely has a down side.

Oh, and Blogger won't let me upload photos. What is the deal?

I hope santa brings ....

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 15:48:00 +0000

Don't start slandering my name when I say we don't really celebrate Santa. We've never felt comfortable making a big deal about him, yet we didn't think we should tell the truth and have our kids ruin it for everyone else's kids. So, we just don't really talk about him much. Three years ago, #1 told me he knew who really brought the presents. "Moms and dads go out and buy the gifts and pretend they're Santa." I asked him if that is what he wants to believe. He replied, "It's the truth." Anyways, the kids were watching a cartoon that was depicting Santa.

#2 asked #1, "Does Santa really bring presents on Christmas morning?"
#1- "yes." (I am honestly surprised he didn't say, "If you want to believe in Santa than you can." We've warned him not to spoil it for others.)
#2 replied, " I hope Santa brings me a white tank top"
#1- "Why?"
#2- "So I can color and draw pictures all over it."

I was listening from the kitchen and was surprised by her request. No, a white tank top has not been wrapped and placed under the tree. Not sure where I can find a tank top in the middle of winter. I hope she'll forgive Santa when she discovers he failed to deliver what she wished for.

Update: I made a trip to Walmart, and guess what, they had a white tank top!

my little cusser

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 20 Dec 2006 15:06:00 +0000

Well for the first time one of our kids busted out a cuss word. I was sitting on the bathroom counter putting on mascara when #3 comes up and stands on the potty to go through my makeup bag. She loves the eyeshadow and as she began to apply it to her cheek, the little wand falls down on my leg and she said, "Damn it, ... Damn it Damn it!" I gave her a curious look and replied, "Did you just say Damn it?" She nodded and said yes. I honestly wanted to laugh. Then I asked, "Who have your heard say that word?" Then I really wanted to laugh as she said, "Aunt Cindy." Which is a complete lie. Aunt Cindy would never even utter a cuss word under her breath, even on her worst day. Of course I explained that just like "stupid" is a word we don't say, we shouldn't say "damn it" either. She nodded and went on to apply more eyeshadow all over her upper lip. I think I really have Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs to thank for teaching my youngest to say her first curse word. Our whole family loves that show.

Christmas is almost here

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 18:53:00 +0000

I went the other night and saw the movie Nativity. When I left my neck was wet from all the tears I shed. I thought it was awesome. I really needed it. Since I have become a mom, Christmas has just had a deeper meaning for me. I reflect on Mary and how it must have been to see her son grow up and be sacrificed for the sins of all mankind. One of my favorite things about the movie was is showed how often God invites us to be apart of his plans, and when we accept it means we do things differently than the world and even at times differently from other Christians.

Moving on from all the deep thoughts, I am supposed to be cleaning my nasty house today, but my kidlets seem to need me for every little tiny thing. (deep breaths and I whisper patience) We just took a time out from everything and snuggled up on the couch. I think it refilled the tanks, including mine, so now I am on to getting up the grim. The kids are off to a far off galaxy where Luke, #1, will fight off the bad guys and his twin sister Leah, #2 is following close behind. #3 is a character all her own tagging along and jumping in when she can.

So if anyone is feeling yucky about their house and thinks it is out of control, just come stop by and visit mine, I promise, you will leave feeling better about yourself.
Merry Christmas!

so proud

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 01:24:00 +0000

I can't explain just how proud I am of my man! Check out his website!

my #3

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 02:36:00 +0000

Today was a day when it felt like #3 either lost, spilled or broke just about everything she put her hands on. At my warnings she repeatedly chose to disobey. And to top it off, when she came in close to be sweet and snuggle, she either head butted into my nose, pulled my hair, or wallered all over my lap pushing everything and everyone else away. During one of her scoldings, I wanted her to recognize her wrong doings, so I sternly said, "Tell me what you did wrong." She looked up at me with her bottom lip quivering and poked out at least two inches and muttered, "I can't not know mommy ... I can't not know." -- My heart melted once again. Maybe tomorrow she'll be better.

This picture was actually taken at the beginning of the summer. Those lips can give some of the sweetest kisses, cutest pouts, form the most precious words and display the silliest expressions. I love them!

chew

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 22:04:00 +0000

Yesterday, as I was putting on my makeup and eating lunch, I began to stare at my mouth as I was chewing. I never knew just how unattractive it is to chew food. I mean there is no way of getting around it. The way my lips move around and cheeks go in and out as I chew is not how I would want someone to remember me. So, if we ever eat together, don't stare at my mouth as a munch away on my grub, and I will be happy to do the same for you.

sick kid

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 14:07:00 +0000

I have got a puker. #1 is sick. The amazing thing is that now that he is 7, somehow he has matured enough to make it to the toilet before he spews. This is a HUGE achievement. Normally it is just explosive and I am left to clean up the carpet, sheets, and other stuff.

It really makes me sad when my kids are sick. I feel so bad for them. #1 is just laying around. He doesn't even feel like building with his Legos. We're truly blessed that it is rare that the kids are sick. The only advantage about them not feeling good is that I get lots and lots of snuggling.

the weekend

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 14:07:00 +0000

It has been birthday central at our house for almost a month. #1 & #2's birthday are so close together we combine the celebrations. This weekend we had their friend party. It was so crazy yet so fun. I love all the kids together. I love all their little friends.

Today was a girlie day. I completely soaked them up. We all 3 snuggled in my bed and took a nap, we made crafts, we went to the Living Christmas Tree at my parents church and then #2 and I snuggled in my bed and looked through her scrapbooks. She likes me to read every line on every page and study all the pics. I got zero accomplished around the house yesterday, but it was worth spending quality time with my girls.

My man & #1 enjoyed a "boy day"

the tree

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 03:26:00 +0000

There is just this incredible peace I feel sitting in a room lit by just the Christmas tree. I can remember as a kid, my parents would have parties around the holidays at our house. I would frequently take small breaks from the crowds and escape to my room. There on my dresser was a small tree, lighting a corner of the room. I would go and sit and feel "all together" again. As an adult I can still gain that sense of calm just sitting and gazing at the Christmas Tree. Taking a moment to be still and reflecting what I am thankful for, how blessed I am and remembering how humbling it is that I am privileged to call the creator of the universe, Father.

Merry Christmas

chinese pop is making me cry

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 23:28:00 +0000

Tonight as I was fixing dinner, my play list hit a Chinese Pop song from an album that my man brought back from his recent trip. I actually really like the music. I have no idea what the heck they are singing about but me, my man and even the kids really like it. Anyways. I began wondering if the Chinese mother of my baby knows that song. Is she listening on the radio to some of the same tunes I enjoy? Next thing you know, I just start crying. I long to know this woman and I want so desperately to meet my child. I haven' t mentioned much about the adoption. I feel discouraged b/c it seems like forever away. We've just completed our home study so right now it is looking it will about 18 months before we get matched. We are requesting an infant between 6 to 12 months. So if she is around 9 months when we get her, she should be conceived any day now. WOW, God is forming our baby. My eyes are full of tears and my heart is so full of love for her already.

the monster in the picture

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:58:00 +0000

Leave it to the big brother to mess up a cute birthday pic.

the birthday girl

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Fri, 17 Nov 2006 15:57:00 +0000

There is something very special about today. 5 years ago I had my first daughter. The birth of each child did something unique and magical to me. With #2 it was so special to know I was not only delivering a girl, but a special life long friend. Her beauty has captivated me from the very start. As a new born she would scoot as inch her way until she was cuddled up right under my chin. It was like she just couldn't get close enough. Today she is still the same. Touch is her primary love language and her most favorite thing to do is to glue herself to you and snuggle. She is a big help to me around the house. She can melt her daddy in an instant. She is deeply loved by her brother and sister. #1 says he loves how compassionate she is, and that is very true. She is shy, but can be very loud. She is can be timid and other times very outgoing. She is 100% completely one of a kind, and I am so proud to have her as my daughter.

chain reaction

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Fri, 10 Nov 2006 14:16:00 +0000

I don't know about your house, but it seems like at ours, when one light bulb goes out, the next few days one or more blows in every room. Why is that?

11:08

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 08 Nov 2006 21:07:00 +0000

Nine years ago today, I passionately professed my love to the most wonderful man in the world and vowed to him and God that I would be his wife for a life time. Today as we celebrate our anniversary, I couldn't be anymore sure than the day we married that he is God's chosen man for me. It is such an incredible feeling knowing that whatever hardship we face or roller coaster ride we find ourselves on, he is my best friend, lover, helper, biggest fan forever. Who knew 9 years ago when we said our vows that life could be this good. Of course I always wanted a "happy" marriage, but never did I dream I would experience a friendship so amazing, emotion so wild and love so deep. I love you babe.

Our rehearsal dinner

Us now.

We are so blessed to have so many people who have helped shape our marriage. Thanks to all those who have supported us, prayed for us, loved us and encouraged us all these years.

imagine it

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 14:27:00 +0000

What a fun day. We spent 5 hours at a the Children's museum, Imagine It, with some friends. It felt like we almost had the whole place to ourselves. The kids just played and played and played. My friend and I were able to just sit and talk and talk and talk: that is what I call mommy play. I hadn't seen our friends in a long time and I got to hold her sweet new born baby. It was so relaxing watching our kids play and make a big mess knowing we didn't have to help clean any of it up.

halloweenies

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 19:51:00 +0000

Funny little story. This has nothing to do with Halloween, but I had forgotten about it until I typed in halloweenies. The other day, #1 and I had gone to church by ourself. My man was at home with the girls because they were sick. So, #1 and I were driving through Atlanta searching for a spot to eat lunch. We were at a red light when tons of women begin to cross the intersection. They all had on pink accents and it was obvious they were doing the Walk to help fight breast cancer. Women were every where. #1 asked me what were they doing and why did they all have on pink. So I tried to explain briefly what breast cancer was.
Then he asked, "What is a breast?"
I said, "Doctors and other people call "nickels" (long story) breast. You know like how I have nick names for you and your sisters. I might call your sister pumpkin, but that is not her real name."
Some how the conversation transfered to boy body parts.
I said, "If the doctor needed to refer to you po po he would call it a different name."
#1 replied real matter of fact, "I know, he'd call it a weenier."
I was so cracked up by his reply, I didn't get around to addressing the correct name for it.

Anyways, Halloween was so fun. My parents did pizza for all of us and we trick-or-treated in their neighborhood. I loved watching the kids go up to each door. #3 was so excited, she couldn't just walk, she had to skip to most of the houses. Everybody was extremely generous with the candy. We have enough to last us at least a year, especially since their normal ration of candy is 2 pieces a day.

sisters in the fall

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 22:57:00 +0000

I just couldn't love my girls any more than I do. I adore them. They are wonderful friends but they are as different as night and day. I love it that way.

#2 is trying to get the cat to wave. Poor cat, she puts up with a lot from both of the girls.

wow, just what I need

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:52:00 +0000

Got this idea from Aussie Teeny. You use Google and look up "(your name) Needs" and you post about your first 10 results. Here are mine.

1. Angela needs one more final surgery to remove the large tumor

2. Angela needs to be in the school for the disabled

3. Angela needs a crew of volunteers

4. Angela needs to find her way to the gate

5. Angela needs a b_tchslap, she's too defiant.

6. Angela needs to constantly "feel" the presence of God

7. Angela needs help and John is the only one who can give it

8. Angela needs the same strong parental support to help her deal with her cognitive delays and other developmental disabilities

9. Angela needs to complete a psychological evaluation

Didn't know I was so messed up, HA HA! But the last one, #10, is Definitely TRUE!

10. Angela needs her husband

2 princesses and a luke

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 13:54:00 +0000

Star Wars in an ever popular theme around our house. #1 finds creative ways to suck the girls into his sci fi play. This morning I came around the corner into the living and I am suddenly reminded I am in deep outer space. The girls are in a Star Wars princess space ship and their brother Luke is flying the x-wing fighter. They crack me up.

coffee cat

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Mon, 23 Oct 2006 12:41:00 +0000

"Mommy, she is coffeeing me"

"STOP coffeeing ME!"

These are the words of my #3. Some how she when she heard the word copy it registered to her as coffee. Funny thing is the other two used to say the same thing. They now say copy correctly, I need to correct her but it just sounds so cute when she says it.

Both of the girls have been sick since Friday. Today I feel it creeping into my chest, ugh!

my little artists

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 19:22:00 +0000

Today, I was working with the girls about drawing a "complete" person with ears, finger, etc. This is the picture #2 created. It is my grandmother : )
She looks pretty "hip" for a lady in her 70's!

My sweet #3 did a picture of me. She said this is what I looked like as a little girl.

shopping adventure

noreply@blogger.com (terrible speller) — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 21:15:00 +0000

This morning we had our monthly homeschoolers Lego Club. The group is really growing. We had planned to have it at someone's house. I am so glad we changed the location to a local church, because we had at least 20 kids show up. It was kinda crazy since we did not prepare for so many, but the kids had a blast.

After that we had lunch with my mom and dad. Yummy, Buffalos!

Then it was off to T.J. Maxx to find some jeans for my youngins and a birthday gift for a friend. My kids exhaust me when we shop. The instant we walk in a store it becomes a "fantasy land". They either play secret spies, hiding under every clothing rack we are with in 2 feet of (and if there is carpet on the ground I often find them doing an army crawl from one rack to the next), don't step on the cracks or you'll end up melting in hot lava, lets make bunk beds on the store shelves, or lets see how many things we can put of little fingers all over. At least they were so engrossed in their play I was able to slip a few Christmas gifts in the buggy without them even noticing. After the Maxx, I couldn't help but to run next door to Hobby Lobby. It is my favorite. After knocking 2 different items over, even after I said- touch with only ONE finger-I made the rule that they MUST keep their hands stuffed deep down into their pockets. Next thing you know, #1 blurted out the idea that his feet could be laser blasters. Then all three were kicking their feet around shooting all kinds of items and even people. #2 got a little too excited and knocked a candle stick over and of course it broke. Thankfully those great people at Hobby Lobby said it was okay. As we left the store, #1 said, "Man, I really like shopping in those stores." My mental reply, "Really, I didn't notice?!"