Friday, March 30, 2007

Christmas 2006

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I just found this photo! It's tommy cute wow he's got lots of curls now! And he's grown so much since Christmas!

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Animal at the zoo

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Wish I remember what these little guys were they were quite cute, but also quite the little hole digger!

March 2006 Moma Meetup

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I had the chance to meet some of my March Moma friends from at the FW Zoo last Saturday. We had a great time! From Left to right: me and Tommy, Tricia and Zack, Jana with Brenna and Ella and Ivy and two girls Oldest is Sara.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Elmo's Replacement

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We love it despite no smile here...we're too busy concentrating on playing with the doors etc of the new barn!

Monday, March 26, 2007

Tommy's 1st b-day pictures

password is: lydia

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Multimedia message

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Tri-cycle with Nana

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Nana has a tri-cycle for us kiddos to ride, so I rode the tri-cycle, while Nana drove me around the drive way. I had a TON of fun!

Trash Fire

Originally uploaded by conradzone.
Here's what's left of our Trash can (on the Left) Some stupid kid set a box of stuff we had by the trash on fire Saturday about noon. The fire truck came out and helped put it out, but a neighbor almost had it out anyway. Here's what's left of our trash can. (The recycle can is unscathed), but the trash can is completely melted! Hopefully the city will replace without charging us for a new one!

Saturday, March 17, 2007


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Here's the blueberries before we started cleaning up

Cleaning up from Blueberries

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Here we are cleaning up from blueberries!

Daddy and Tommy

Daddy and Tommy
Originally uploaded by conradzone.
Here's a cute picture of Tommy snuggling with his daddy. Mommy stepped out for a little bit, and Tommy crawled up in daddy's lap and fell asleep with daddy.


This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007


I hate ELMO!! The toy pictured below would not shut up, so all ELMO toys have lost the privilege of having batteries in this house. It would be different if Tommy LOVED ELMO, but he could care less so I HATE HIM! The bench just goes ON...and...ON...and...ON. In the future I will be requesting PLEASE NO ELMO TOYS! Sorry don't mean to offend anyone who LOVES Elmo, but he's never been my favorite. His voice is SO annoying and when you quit messing with a toy it should SHUT UP! This toy keeps going and going and going! If I hadn't unpacked it I think I would return it. Can you still return a toy that's unpacked? Can you ever get them to fit back in the box again? Hmmm....

Monday, March 12, 2007

Birthday toys!

Our new toys!

Thursday, March 8, 2007

I can't believe my baby is ONE!!

Wow this year has flown by! My little baby is ONE already! We're having his party this Saturday! I can't wait!

We're taking steps, giving kisses, using the potty, going feet first, talking on the phone, Loving peas and blueberries, chewing on anything and everything, pulling all the Kleenexes out of the box!

Words: Kisses, Hello, Yes, No, Or(More), Sadie, Hunter, Momma, Daddy, All Done

Signs: Bye bye, More, Bubbles, Please, Milk, Bath, Eat.

Mother of a "Special" Child

When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all

I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough

The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good

But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too

A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.

God Choose a mother for a "Special" child

Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.

This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."

"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."

Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But she has patience?" asked the angel.

"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".

And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."