a 5 year old could do better...

In most marriages, at least from most tv shows I've seen, the woman is constantly correcting the husband's fashion mistakes. Or picking out his clothes so he doesn't make a mistake. Or buying his clothes. Or at least weighing in on his choices. But not in my family. That really doesn't happen at all. Not that I haven't been known to make a very, horrible fashion faux pas a time or two. Cuz I have worn some things that make me shudder when looking at pictures of myself. I usually just use the same excuse of, "well, no one looked good in those days," meaning the 90's, early 2000's, even if the picture I"m looking at of myself is clearly from a year or two ago....

No, in my family, if anyone is correcting the other, or shopping for the other, it would be my husband. Not because I have no fashion sense, he just can make decisions and go clothes shopping without having a meltdown. That's key.

I was never a fabulous dresser. I never really could afford it and I came from a set of parents who, well, had no fashion sense. No offense to them, but my dad would wear a Hawaiian shirt every single days (100% cotton only, of course), and my mom, well, she wears comfortable. They didn't have the time to be "fashionable" and that was never really instilled in us to "keep up with the times." Yes, they wanted us to look nice, but we had to make do with hand-me-downs, so their version of nice was usually much different than most.

But anyway, I do know what looks good. I know what I like to wear. I tend to like the more Bohemian aka hippie look, but Keith isn't always a huge fan of hippies, and since he can buy clothes without tears, I usually don't buy what I feel most comfortable in. Not that I don't like what he picks out. Or that I can't make any decisions at all. I can say "yes" or "no" through the tears, but, well...it's just easier letting him do it.

Now, where was this all going...oh, yes. So tonight, we were packing for our trip to Asheville/Knoxville, and the kids are going to my parents and Keith's parents, so it's a lot. I'm just not very good at that. I'm doing really well to dress myself on a daily basis, and dress each child. I'm doing well to remember to put my shoes on. And I'm supposed to pack 4 days worth of clothing, shoes, school stuff, toothbrushes, ect for 4 people (Keith packs for himself in under 5 minutes...and still looks good)?! I had 5 different projects going on when Keith got home, and was a complete mess. And, like a child, had to be sat down, told to calm down, and had to have him basically pick out my outfits. Then I'd say, well, wait, I wear this every day. I forgot that I could still wear my every day clothing. But this whole dressing for more than one day at a time had me all screwed up!

I would make a list, but halfway through it I'd get distracted, and would start making a next week's menu, then would be reminded of doctor's appointments and jump up to do something with that, then would see something laying on the floor that would remind me of something else...

Simply put, I may be 30, and I could definitely live on my own and take care of myself if I had to, but prefer to have someone with a more sane mind do the thinking and make the decisions around here.

some call me a dork

I just got 10 new books from the library today and I'm rather excited. What can I say....I like to read. And I had just finished a really, really good one and was left with some just ok books that didn't really hold my attention.
 So, now, which book do I start first? some are very different from each other, so I guess it all depends on my mood. Hmm....

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/401838.Alicia








http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/207161.The_Lost_Childhood
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/512898.Displaced_Person
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6993426-kids-are-all-right
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1384302.Six_Years_With_God
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/123588.Predators_Prey_and_Other_Kinfolk
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2237906.Nine_Suitcases
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/249825.Five_Chimneys
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5966605-notes-from-the-underwire
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1799965.This_is_Paradise_


actually, they aren't all so different

Who's your daddy?

Last weekend, Isabelle was with Emma at a birthday party, so the rest of us decided to go out for dinner. We figured we'd go eat at Charanda's and that way Tiernan could see Jairo, too.
We actually had a great dinner. The boys were great, Tiernan got to talk to Jairo, Jairo hung out with us, when he wasn't busy, and talked to us. Then as we were leaving, Tiernan went up front with Jairo.
As I walked up, I hear the 14 year old hooker, I mean, hostess, saying, "no way, that is not your kid!" and Jairo laughing saying, "yeah, he is." Manuel, an old friend who also works there, was trying to convince the girl, who just, omg, couldn't believe Jairo was old enough to have a 9 year old kid. She still wasn't convinced, so with all of us standing up there, she looks at Tiernan and says, "ok, who's your dad?"
Poor Tiernan. He looked back at Keith, looked at Jairo, kept going back and forth between them. You could feel the tension. It was so uncomfortable for everyone there. Jairo laughed and said, "seriously, he is my son." I finally chimed in and said, "yes, that is his son. For real."
And as if she hasn't already proven to us how brilliant she was, she turns to me and asks, "so, who's the baby mama?"
Yeah, those words very seriously left her mouth. I just smiled, said I was, and we left her to think about that for awhile. I'm not sure she's figured it out yet, to be honest.
I asked Keith later if that maybe made him feel a little better, to know that at the very least, Tiernan looked to him first. He told Tiernan it was ok, there really was no right answer in that situation. That was such a tough spot to put him in. Poor girl just had no brains, so couldn't possibly have realized how difficult of a question that is to ask a kid in Tiernan's situation.
Honestly, if you ask Tiernan, he'll tell you he doesn't have a "dad." He has two dad's, Keith and Jairo, but neither are "dad" to him, which has always been such a sad thing, I think. He loves them both, and when not put in the middle of them and asked, he will tell you that Keith is his dad. Usually, he'll throw in that Jairo is, too, it just depends on the situation.

I just hate that, still, Tiernan doesn't feel he really belongs to anyone. I wish I could change that for him, but I can't. I just want him to understand that he belongs to all of us and we all love him and want the best for him and would do anything for him. He will never have to pick, he can have us all!

it's been a decade, but I still remember

Ten years ago today is a day I can't forget. It's strange, because I don't remember every detail of 10 days ago, yet 10 years ago, I remember almost everything.

I was living with Jairo, Tiernan's dad, in Brittany Gregory's condo. I woke up to the sound of the radio, which was strange, because I hadn't set the alarm, and it was a very random time to have an alarm set for, anyway. I just remember hearing something about the tower evacuating or something. I just hopped up and turned it off, no idea what it was about, still confused as to why uit was going off.

Later we all got up, and I remember somehow hearing that something was happening in New York, but not exactly sure what. Brittany was in her room, door locked, as usual, and she had the only tv. We went to borrow Rosie's car who was at work. It had been my car, and she was always so nice about letting me use it if I needed to. We drove to the mall in Pineville for some reason, don't know why, exactly. Rosie had mentioned something about the attacks, and how it had to do with 911, our emergency number.

We got to the mall, and everything was closed. All the employees in Dillards were gathered in a group, and I just remember wondering what was going on. Something had happened up in New York, but I remember thinking, why are we shutting everything down here?! I had no idea the magnitude of it at the time.

So, we went to eat lunch at Ruby Tuesdays and that's when I realized what was going on. The tvs were all blaring the news reports and it was insane. I just remember being in such a shock. I could probably show you the exact booth we were sitting in, too.

So, we went back Brittany's and turned on the radio in the living room to the news reports. We were trying to listen to what was going on, and Brittany woke up and kept turning the station to music and dancing around the living room. I just remember being so angry with her ignorance. I said, "Brittany, something huge has happened, can we please just listen?" She kept wanting to dance, bored by the news. But I kept turning it back. We finally turned her tv on and that's when we saw everything. Over and over they kept replaying the plane flying into the building. She kept wanting to turn the channel to MTV, and I kept getting so pissed off at her for being so stupid (which, honestly, wasn't anything new. Anyone who knows her can tell you that). I just kept saying over and over, "this is like a movie, this is insane."
I started calling people to find out what was going on, but no one would answer the phone. I called my parents, I called other people int he church, no one would answer. I started to think, wow, maybe the rapture is real and they've been taken and this is it! The end! haha! I know, it was pretty crazy, but I mean, it was a crazy time. I finally did get some neighbors of my parents on the phone (which only made me think of the rapture even more! lol!), and they explained what was going on. I told them to tell my parents to call me if they saw them. I just remember being in such shock all day.

I think it was a long time before the true magnitude of it hit, really. Maybe not even till the 1st anniversary, when I was back home, with Tiernan, and able to really grasp what had happened.

It's still unbelievable, really. I can't imagine if I had actually been there, to see it happen, in real time. In real life.

Did it change my whole world? Personally, no, it really didn't. I just cannot imagine having been in the towers, having escaped. Having been on the street, watching it all go down. Having been one of the first responders.

Yes, this was a huge event in all of our lives, but those are the people who truly live with what happened every single day. The widows, orphans, parents who lost children.

It's still unreal it all happened. But thankfully, America, who usually loves to turn a blind eye to any and everything that is hard to watch/think about, will never, ever even attempt to forget what happened on that day 10 years ago.

2 year old Isabelle

I was reading Peach Heaven to Isabelle and Jack the other night, and remembered the email to and from the author, Yangsook Choi. Isabelle used to know every single word to her favorite book, so I let the author know. She was then kind enough to not just reply, but send Isabelle a picture of herself all grown up!
my email to her:

Hello! I just wanted to write you to tell you how much my two year old daughter, Isabelle, LOVES your book, Peach Heaven! We get it from the library every single time we go and renew it as many times as we can, and when we can't renew it again, we return it, then immedietly get it again! She knows every single word, literally every word! When I picked up another one of your books, she looked at the cover and said, "Yangsook, Yangsook!" :-)

We love your books and your art! Thank you so much for making her a very happy little girl!

Her reply:

Hello Sarah,

Thank you for such encouraging words and being a great facilitator for reading.

I really love writing for little people, I don't know if I ever want to write for 'old people'. :)

I'm attaching a photo of very grown-up Yangsook here. I don't know if Isabelle could understand now that a person grows old. But I want her to know that her love for Peach Heaven would never grow old in my heart.

Yangsook

a year since we lost Corey

One year ago today, we were getting ready for church as usual. The kids were playing, or probably fighting, in their rooms. Keith was in our bedroom, and I was in the living room fixing my hair. We heard Keith's phone ring. Within seconds, I didn't know what, but I knew something was wrong. Then Keith just said, very simply, "Corey died last night"

What? I felt like I had been punched in the gut. No, not punched. Kicked. With steel toed boots. I dropped my flat iron and wanted to drop the floor myself. I felt actual, physical pain.

You know how dramatic it is in movies when someone finds out a loved one dies? They fall over crying, or they start being sick. I always thought it was just acting. But it's not. I wanted to be sick. I really, physically wanted to be sick. It could NOT be real.

Just weeks before that we'd heard a girl we used to work with had died. Then within a

day, maybe two at most, I found out it was just a rumor. Corey was actually the one to call and say she'd died. He'd heard it all the way out in Colorado, and so I believed it must be true. Thankfully, it wasn't. I hoped that this was the same situation. Oh I prayed it was the same. Keith walked out of the room, and I knew there was nothing I could do for him at that moment. As much as I wanted to comfort him, there was no comfort I could give him at that moment, other than to let him grieve. In the movies, they get all emotional together, couples, I mean. The man breaks down in the woman's arms, and so on. But I knew that was not how we would mourn Corey. Keith isn't so tough he won't break down in times like those, but he isn't one to break down in my arms. That's just not him, and I'm fine with that! I knew what he needed to was to be alone.

So, I went into Tiernan's room. I wasn't sure how to explain to Tiernan that

his best buddy in the whole world was gone. I told him, and he didn't really understand/accept it. He said, "really? and kind of kept playing. I was kind of upset at first, then I realized, Tiernan processes things so differently. I knew it would take him some time to register what had happened, and when it did, it would be hard.

Isabelle laid in my lap and cried and cried for Uncle Corey. Jack, of course, couldn't understand. But it wouldn't be long before Tiernan would fully understand what happened, and it hit him very hard. He still struggles with it, refusing to really talk about Corey. He gets very upset when we talk about him and laugh about him. He's still dealing with it.

After Keith showered, and got dressed, he said he and Hunt were heading to Thomas' house. They needed to be together. As much as I wanted to be there with him, to grieve, I knew it was no time to make a fuss about going. And someone had to be with the kids, obviously.

Once he left, I decided to investigate. As much as I felt deep down this was the horrible reality, I hoped it was a terrible rumor or mistake. I got online while the kids played in the back. I googled his name and Aspen, or something. It popped up right away, an article about his car accident. I broke down reading it. It was real.

The whole day was quite a blur. As much as I wanted to be w

ith Keith, and even the rest of the guys, I knew I was going to just have to let Keith do his thing with his friends, and just do mine on my own.

It was just so unreal. The whole thing. The days and weeks that followed. Keith celebrated his birthday the following weekend, as much as his family wanted to celebrate as usual, there was no celebrating. It was too raw. Too new. Keith had lost his best friend, and it would be along time before he could celebrate anything, or think of anything at all besides his best friend.

We still mourn for him, we still grieve, but it's changed now, obviously. We may have lost Corey, but he's always there. Every time everyone gets together, Corey always comes up. Telling old stories. Talking about ridiculous he was! Then there's always the sigh and moment of silence.

Last night we released doves in his memory. I wasn't sure how it would be, I felt like we were invading his family on a day they would want to spend privately. But I think seeing all of Corey's close friends there, celebrating Corey's life, mourning his death. Seeing none of them have forgotten, they've all moved on, but with a piece of Corey. I think it was good for them. I hope.

So, anyway, here we are one year later. Missing Corey, but thankful for the memories we have of him. I wish Tiernan could still have his buddy Corey, but I'm so glad he has such fabulous memories of him. I'm thankful he never had to see Corey like we saw him a few times, sadly. I'm thankful his memories are all wonderful.

I wish Isabelle and Jack had more time with him, but I'm so glad they had the little time they did. Corey loved all three of them so much. And even though it was hard losing him, I have to think God took him in a brief moment of peace that Corey had. He struggled so much, that I have to believe that the day he died, he felt peace, and that was that. He seemed at peace when I talked to him. I have no idea what he was feeling that idea. I don't really know his state of mind, but I feel like he knew something. He made sure to tell everyone he loved them and he connected with a lot of people that day. He wanted to make sure I told Keith how sorry he was if he ever let him down and how much he loved him. I'm so thankful that I was able to talk to him that day and let him know that of course Keith loved him, no matter what. We all loved him and we missed him. I hope he felt a little better after our conversation knowing that despite it all, we still considered him family and loved him.

So, yes, we miss him terribly, but I'm so thankful for all the memories we have of him. I know I didn't know him as long as some, but he was like family to me. My kids had a pretty awesome uncle in Corey :-)

As soon as my mom drove off with my kids, I turned to walk back into the house and Keith stopped me and said, "hey, why don't you go change and come back out and help me finish up out here?" Oh, yard work. Yes. As soon as my mom leaves with two of my children (the other is already gone), that's exactly what I want to do. Yard work. In this heat.

See, yard work isn't really my thing. It isn't so much because I'm lazy (although, that doesn't really help), it's just, I don't know, not for me. I don't have the knack! I'd love to. I mean, a garden is something I've always wanted to do, but I never get around to doing it. I just don't have what it takes to garden. I get too stressed about the where, and what order, and which plants and stupid stuff, that I never get around to actually doing it. Sucks, but, I've come to accept it.

I walked back out and said, "why don't we just stop for the day. It's 4:30, we can just go get ready and take the boat out, get something to eat" See, that's my way of thinking. Keith said, "stop? now? We're only half an hour away from being done! Why would we stop." ugh. I should have known better. But unfortunately Keith's half hour is the real person's one hour. "one more minute" is more like half an hour.

But Keith loves this stuff. He'll say he hates yard work, and maybe he does, but he loves to make things look nice. He loves to finish what he starts. I do too, I just don't.

Oh well. Yard looks good now. I can say I did my teeny tiny part and hope he never asks again. Or at least not for a long time

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it's been how long?

So, our 5th anniversary is coming up (yeah, 5 years and we're both still alive. we've been together over 6, actually. pretty amazing if you ask me!), and I wanted to do something, ya know, "special." More like different. Not just go eat dinner and go back home. We've never been able to go anywhere without kids/without being pregnant, so I thought it'd be nice.
For some reason, I've had my mind set on Asheville, NC. Couldn't really tell you why. We both like the mountains, so I guess that's why. Again, no idea, because we're not going to the Biltmore or anything (trust me, I wouldn't even bother asking!). Something in the mountains would be nice, somewhere we can go somewhere nice to eat without having to drive an hour, yet still feel we're in the mountains kind of deal.
I'd been looking and looking. Keith seems to think you can still get a decent hotel room for about $60 (apparently he hasn't gotten a room in years, I don't know), and they have nothing like that in Asheville. We have to stay somewhere with a tv because Carolina plays Arkansas that weekend, which you all know is super important (rolling my eyes). He had joked about going to Arkansas for our anniversary, and going to the game. Yeah, sounds super excited. Just the name itself is uninviting.
But after looking and looking and feeling like we were just going to end up sitting at home or at the Pub House watching the game, I started to think, well, I wonder what Fayetteville, Arkansas is like. So, I looked it up. Not too bad. The pictures seem nice. Downtown is cute. Hmmm, maybe this won't be such a terrible thing to surprise him with. We can get tickets to the game and I mean, I can't go wrong with that!
Then I started looking at hotels. Oh, oh, there's, oh, just nothing. The nicest hotel (as in nicest in our price range! even right above, honestly) was nowhere I want to stay on my anniversary. Or ever, really.
Then Keith sent me a link to a place outside of Asheville that he found that is amazing. It's this beautiful, fairytale castle like little place out in sticks. Just gorgeous. I told him to book it!
Sure, he'd LOVE LOVE LOVE to go to the Gamecocks game. But I mean, it isn't like he never gets to go see them play. He'll be at the very next game, the very next weekend! So, I figure, why tell him about MY possible idea when his idea is so much better and keeps me out of a football stadium on my anniversary?!
It's not like I don't watch the Gamecocks play on every single anniversary. It isn't like I didn't sit there and watch them play on my wedding night!! I deserve to keep my little secret from him!!
Let's just hope I can get the mail before him when the Fayetteville, Ark brochure comes to the house!!!


left, the place in Asheville
below, Arkansas

so my kids aren't perfect

There are a couple of ways to handle situations involving your child throwing a fit or saying something totally inappropriate in the middle of the store. Sometimes it depends on where in the store you are and how important the item you're in there for is.

Obviously, one option is to put down whatever is in your hand, walk away from your buggy (southern for grocery cart, or whatever), grab your child and walk out the door. Another is to turn around, scream/yell, stomp your feet, go on and on about their terrible behavior, in other words, throw your own mommy fit. Or you can just ignore it and pretend it isn't happening, and go about your business.

But me, no, I did neither of these the other night in Walgreens. There we were at the register, Tiernan very upset that I wouldn't buy this little coloring book for him. At that point, he just wanted something, anything. He didn't even care what it was, as long as I bought him something. I told him no for the final time, and he said, "you're the meanest mom ever." ok, no big deal. Kids say it, whatever. I just rolled my eyes and said, "yes, I know, come on" and kept walking up to the register. Then he started going on about how much he hated me. He was rather angry. He didn't say it so loud the entire store could hear him, and he wasn't screaming, crying, throwing a fit. Just telling me he hated me. Loud enough, though, that the cashier and the nosy old lady in front of me could hear him.

Now, I happen to know that Tiernan does not hate me. I don't appreciate him telling me he does, and I don't really approve of it, don't get me wrong. But I'm in the store, I'm not going to make a scene. I just simply looked at him and said, "Tiernan, stop. Right now. Not another word. We will talk in the car" This didn't do a whole lot of good, and he kept his arms folded in front of him and reminded me how he felt about me at that moment. I turned back toward the register and the old lady in front of me could not keep her eyes off of us, mouth gaping. Really, lady? I'm sure her kids never, ever threw fits or said anything wrong, especially not in public. There were a few things I wanted to tell her, but I chose not to. She just kept bringing her grandkids closer to her, and walked, backwards, so as not to miss anything, towards the door. I just rolled my eyes at her, then brought my attention to the cashier.

No "hello" no "how are you" nothing. She would not even make eye contact with me. Just rang up my stuff, didn't even give me a price, and gave my my reciept, without looking at me. Oh come on.

It's not like he was throwing things and on the floor kicking and screaming. But see, the grandmother is the one who really bugged me.

This poor cashier has no children, and at that very moment was telling herself, "my children will NEVER act like that"

That's right, honey, you just keep telling yourself that. But I have news for her, they will. And they will act their worst, at the worst possible time. And at that moment, she will suddenly remember the woman who's son hated her at Walgreens. and she'll think, "oh silly me"

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ok, this is awesome and may come in handy while we explore the world!!

Around the world in however long it takes

I want my kids to see the world. What I would really really love is for us, as a family, to travel the world. To go from place to place, seeing new things, new people, hearing different languages. Just learning all kinds of things you can't learn in school. Not that school is pointless, I don't mean that. But oh how I would love to just spend a year traveling around the world.

But since right now, it seems rather unlikely (thanks mostly to a husband who has zero desire to see anything outside of South Carolina!! love you, honey!), I figure the best we can do, is learn about the world.

Awhile back, maybe it was last year, I had the great idea to pick a country a month. So, Tiernan and I picked 6 countries to learn about in 6 months. Oh it was such a fun idea. We'd find it on the map. We'd learn the capital, the language they speak (not learn to speak it, really, just about it!), we'd make a meal from that country. Well, like most things I start, I never really got around to completing it. And I hate that.
We ARE going to do that this year. I'm going to buy a map of the world and the kids are going to learn where the country is, find the capital, learn about their culture, ect, ect. I'm so excited. I grew up learning about countries all over the world, and I loved every second of it. I want that for my kids.

I want my kids to learn that there is so much more to life than what Rock Hill has to offer. I'm actually starting a bank account for them so that in the future, if Tiernan, Belle or Jack decides they want to see Uganda or Brazil or Croatia, Singapore or Cambodia, or China or anywhere at all, or everywhere, I can say, "well, here, one third of whatever is in this bank account is yours. Go!" I will help them pack their bags, get their things to together and send them off. I want them to have a sense of adventure. If they choose to come back to Rock Hill and get a job, great. As long as they're doing it after they feel they've explored all their options. I do not want them to settle simply because it's what they're told they should do.

If they want to live in a mud hut somewhere, or in the jungle somewhere, or in a cabin somewhere, I will support them 100%. So what if they aren't making a ton of money doing it. Or any money. If they are doing what they love, then do it. Go!

I guess I started to think about it when I was putting Belle's new clothes on her this morning. Strange, I know. But I realized, all her clothes are so generic. No personality to them. They're adorable, don't get me wrong, but they're just there. Not that clothes define you, I don't mean that. It was just what brought it all up!

I don't want Isabelle to grow up being the generic American girl. Going to school, dance, cheerleading, going to college, getting married, getting some job that she may or may not want. If that's what she wants, then great, go for it. But I want her to be her. I want her to explore, to go do things that may not be considered all the girly or whatever. But I want her to be her. Not who everyone wants her to be.

Maybe it doesnt' make much sense written down. It did in my mind! ha! I feel like with Belle I'm going to have to work a lot harder and instilling that sense of adventure and exploration because she's so close to her Honey, who I adore, but who will absolutely NOT want her to leave the country!! :-) I will show Belle that it's ok to leave and do what you want with your life and not be stuck here.

I guess that's it. I don't want any of my children to feel stuck here, or anywhere. Like they have no other options. I don't want them to be stuck in some mediocre job that they barely like because they have to make everyone happy.

So, I"m out of time and I'm not sure I've made any point at all here! But I did try. hmmm...oh well!

gotta give credit where credit is due

I really, really hate to give my parents too much credit for parenting me. Because, honestly, look at me...they didn't do that great of a job, really. But, I must give at least my mother credit for one thing (and in all honestly, besides making me a weird paranoid freak, my dad has taught me some pretty great things, too). The other night, Keith and I were taking a rare moment to talk about our kids (is there anything else talk about? beside the Gamecocks, no!), and Keith was just talking about some of Tiernan's, well, stranger tendencies. I said, "You know what, I gotta say, my mom may have made a TON of mistakes in raising me, but, I gotta give her credit for always, ALWAYS taking my most negative tendencies and turning them around to tell me that one day, if I could use them for something good, I could do great things with them. It usually went something like, "Sarah, one day, God will use that stubbornness to do something great"

And I remember those times she said that. The few times she wasn't beating me with a Bible ;-)

But in all seriousness, I was reminded of that when Keith was talking about how annoying it was when Tiernan just REFUSED to take no for an answer. Or when he kept asking the same question over and over and over and over and just can not wait for the answer. I told him how my mom used to say that, and how it actually meant something to me. It made me, even if just for a moment, think that maybe I did have some potential. Maybe there was something I could do.

I told him, ya know, maybe the same will be for Tiernan. Maybe one day he'll be just as stubborn when fighting for something he knows will help change the world. Or change one person's life. Maybe he'll stand there and not take no for an answer, or not just wait in line while people suffer. Maybe he'll bug the hell out of people till they give him what it takes to make a difference! I believe it. I believe any of my kids can take their annoying little habits and use them for good. Not to sound cheesy, but I'm serious. I want my kids to fight to help people. I want them to make a different, or at least to want to make one. I want them to get in people's faces if that's what it takes. I just want them to use what they have and make it a positive thing.

It won't always be. They will still get on people's nerves. Ours, their future spouses, children, ect. I mean, it gets on Keith's nerves when I'm out there saving the world, but I do it anyway!

But really, I do want my kids to stop whining. Oh how I want them to stop whining. And complaining. And fighting. And stomping their feet. They have some work to do to turn their annoying habits around, but I do believe they can use it to do something good one day.

Tiernan has a lot of passion. I tell him all the time it's the Latin in him! He gets angry, he gets emotional, he gets upset, happy, sad, you name it, he gets it. Very passionate. But he also has a huge hart. He can see when someone is hurting. He wants to help people. Very much. He befriends the underdog, ever single time. He has no desire to be the cool kid's friend, he wants to be friends with the kid who's getting picked on. Is it because he's a saint? No, it's because he's so passionate, and he hates seeing his best friend who doesn't speak English very well getting picked on. So, he becomes his best buddy! I love that about him. I don't care if he is never in the cool crowd, even though before kids, I would have said differently. No parents wants a dork for a kid, but if it takes my son being slightly dorky, like his mother, to help make a difference to another kid, then go for it, my love!

I tell Tiernan all the time how proud of him I am. Not for any in particular, just for being him. I tell all my kids that. I tell them they dont' have to change and be like anyone else. They can make a difference just like they are. Just learn when to fight, and when to step back. When to keep bugging people for what you want to hear, and when it's time to try something different.

My kids will leave home one day, and hopefully go far, far away. And that's another thing my parents prepared us, and themselves, for when we were growing up. And I appreciate that so much. They taught us about other places, all around the world. We had missionaries from just about everywhere in our homes, and that became our lesson for the day (because, yes, we were, ugh home schooled). I learned more from them than from any math book. Do you think I can do a lick of algebra now? No, not a bit. But, I can tell you where countries are that Keith didn't even know existed! And I am rather proud of that!
I want my kids to use their strengths, and strengthen their weaknesses to make a difference. To think about what's outside of themselves and Rock Hill, and South Carolina, and this country. I will finance trips abroad! I will cry at the airport, but push them down the terminal into the plane!

I have a lot of great plans for my kids, and I tell them about them every day! Just the other day, I asked Tiernan if he wanted to learn about Nepal! Now, really, how many parents are as cool as me?!

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late, late, late

I couldn't be on time to anything if you paid me! And that is exactly what my job does. They pay me to be at work...on time, would be nice. However, I just can't seem to do it. Part of the problem is...no, it's just me. Being me. I'd like to blame my parents. It seems the cool thing to do, be my age and blame your parents for everything. So, mom, dad, I blame you for my chronic lateness. There. I do feel somewhat better!

almost a year

It's coming up on a year since we lost a dear, dear friend/uncle. Corey left us what seems like forever ago, yet just yesterday. Even though it's been almost a year, I still feel like he's gonna show up at our house and scoop the kids up and give them great big hugs. I still feel like he's gonna call and it will all have just been a terrible nightmare, or misunderstanding. Something. But, I doubt that will happen. It looks like we're just going to have to keep going on missing him. Thinking about him past tense. We'll be talking about him, and it's weird, it will just hit me all over again, that wow, he's not here. Really, seriously, not here. And not coming back. And it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart because I loved him dearly. It breaks my heart even more, because I see how much it pains Keith to have lost his best friend. That isn't a pain that will leave him anytime soon, or probably ever. It hurts me because Tiernan absolutely adored Corey. He looked up to him. He was his best buddy. And Tiernan is heartbroken over having lost him. It hurts knowing Belle and Jack will only have very faded memories of him. As they get older, they will most likely remember him less and less. Jack was not even 2 year when we lost Corey. We talk about him, and I show him pictures, and he points him out, and that makes me feel better. But oh how I wish Isabelle and Jack could know Corey the way Tiernan knew him. Or maybe I'm thankful that they weren't old enough to understand how much it hurts to lose someone we love. I saw Tiernan struggle for the longest time. He, unfortunately, was not too young to experience the pain of losing Corey.

One day I hope he will be able to show the Loflins the book that he wrote in memory of Corey shortly after his passing. He wrote it to show Corey's mom, to show her how much he loved Corey. We haven't yet, because I just cannot even begin to imagine her life without Corey. Being a mother myself, I don't even want to try to imagine how difficult this year has been for her.

But I am thankful that we did have Corey in our lives while we did.

This year has felt like an eternity, yet it feels like just yesterday. It's still a little numb.

not so much a baby anymore

Isabelle woke up yesterday morning and literally stopped me in my tracks (odd phrase). I just stared at her and said, "Isabelle, you're so tall!" "I know, mom." "and...and so so beautiful. you're so old now!" "yeah, I know I am. I'm 4" I was just amazed at how overnight my baby girl has become a little girl. Not even a toddler, an actual girl. I tried explaining this to Keith. I said, "she looks like a little girl now!" he said, "well, she is, I mean..." I said, "no, no, I mean, like, she looks older. Not like a baby or a toddler, she's growing and becoming a little girl." he still didn't get it. But I just couldn't stop watching her as she sat on the couch, then ate her breakfast.

My babies are slowly (or quickly) becoming not babies anymore. I don't know that I like that. Now anytime Keith says he can't wait till they're all in school or grown up, he will get slapped!

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finished this book. wonderful book and I'd recommend everyone read it.

hmmm....

we're kid free. completely, 100% kid free for the entire night. This happens so rarely that I forget what it feels like. And to be honest, it isn't like, WOOHOO!! NO KIDS ALL NIGHT! it's more like, let's go, let's leave the house and get busy right now before I miss the kids to the point that I have to go get them, and then ruin THEIR night out!! They probably wouldn't like it too much if I showed up at the door and said, "come on, time to go home, let's go..mama can't sleep without having y'all piled on top of me! come on!" they'd be pretty upset, I imagine. But boy do I miss my babies when they're gone!

thoughts of an ADD mother, too early in the morning

So this morning, rather early, I was sitting there, really standing, thinking, first off, wow, this tank top really smells funky. You know that sour smell when you leaves clothes in the washing machine too long before moving them to the dryer? The smell that only washing the whole load all over again, sometimes twice, can remove? Yeah, that smell. But that's not really what I was thinking about. It was, but not ya know, why I wanted to jump on my blog. Pretty sure I didn't have this urge to share with "all my followers" that my shirt stinks...

I WAS THINKING....I sure do start a lot of stuff that I never, ever finish. My blog, for instance, is a perfect example. Looking back, I have entries about how I'm gonna start blogging. Right. That lasted a long time. I'm just not a blogger. I'm more of a, this is the funny thing Isabelle said today, kinda mom.

Then I remembered my about my whole P90x thing last year. That actually lasted much longer than I thought I could do. Wish I had gone longer. I could have amazing arms like the mom on Modern Family. Wow...I really want her arms. I'll take the entire body, but if I could just have her arms, I'd take it. Them.

Then I thought, I think I'm gonna get on my blog and blog about my ADDness. But maybe I'll just start a brand new blog, so I...no, no wait. This is your problem, Sarah. Finish....what...you....start. So...here I am. writing on my same old, jumbled up, ridiculous blog. And I realize one or two or a few things....I'm seriously, terribly bad about commitment. Not that I flake when I promise you I'm gonna do something. I do my best to follow through on stuff. I have zero desire to let you down, and I rarely let someone down, at least I hope. But I have been known to say I'm going to do something, then freak out thinking, omg, I can't do that, and just...don't do it. How sad. I don't like that. But I can assure you that in no way is it because I think I'm too good to help you or I'm better than you or I"m selfish like that. I just, I'm working on it.

But there are some things that I haven't flaked out on, and I must say, I'm very impressed. For one, almost 9 years (ugh, yes, nine next month) later, I'm still a loving, devoted, fabulous :-), caring, very proud, sometimes easily frustrated, but couldn't love my kids any more, mama. I'm far from perfect, and every single day I go to bed thinking, "I could have done that better." or "I need to learn to braid hair, cuz moms of girls are supposed to sit and braid their daughters' hair" and things like that. But I also realize that I've never in my life had more joy than when I had kids. They make my life absolutely fabulous. I wouldn't want a life without those 3 rascals. Seriously. I think they're pretty amazing. I'm pretty impressed that I've stuck around for 9 years, and have absolutely zero desire to not be their mama.

And for like 20 or 5 years, not sure, I've stuck with Keith...or really, honestly, he's stuck with me. Because no matter how many times I've threatened it, we all know Sarah cannot make it on her own. I hate admitting that, ugh, I do kinda need him. I'm bad at following through on things, terrible, and he doesn't always remind me of this, which is really nice of him. He just knows he'll have to remind me. And he'll get bitched at for reminding me, but he still does it! I'm terrible at decorating, and he's like a gay man (this is not intended to be a negative gay man comment. I know some fabulous gay men. Some who cannot decorate to save their lives, so yes, this is a rather stereotypical comments!!) when it comes to that stuff. So our house looks amazing, all thanks to him.

I'm also awful at cleaning. Has to do with that whole following through thing. I start cleaning, then get distracted....very easily. So, I stop. And then never go back till I'm super frustrated that the house is still dirty and why is it I can't clean like him?! ugh...*stomp feet, pout, ect..* He cleans the house, perfectly, every day. And 2 out of 7 days doesn't rub it in my face that he's a neat freak and I am far from in!

I'm not a miserable wife, plotting her escape (at least not every day!). I'm actually, mostly pretty satisfied with my life as a wife and mom. I'm pretty sure, like 99.9% that I'm not going anywhere. Ok, actually, I'm pretty positive I have no desire to be anything else. I am a mommy. And I know moms who will say, "Don't let being a mom be your identity..." and all that crap. Please. I am a mom. Doesn't mean I have to act like a mama when I go out or when I'm at work, even though I kinda do. But seeing as they are my life, and I'm not dealing with multiple personalities, they pretty much are who I am. And I'm fine with that...and before I just get up and forget to save this or post this, I better just go ahead and post this.....