My Sweet Little Stud-man

I took Trey and Lindsey to see Wall-e today. Darling movie ... really gets you thinkin' though. I hate thinkin'.
Anyway, I was sitting in the movie between my little angels and Trey asked for "one of those balls". I handed him a few Whoppers and he smiled at me sweetly and said, "Thank you, Mama." Then he leaned over toward me and I thought, "Oh, he loves me so much ... that tender moment left him needing a little cuddle with his Mama." So, I leaned over to him, he came a little closer, smiled sweetly, and TOOTED! He didn't need a cuddle; he just needed to pass a little gas. Nice.

meme

I have never done a MEME before on this blog. This one caught my eye from lotsofscotts.blogspot.com (super, adorable mom of triplets):
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was divorced from my current husband (yes, we got re-married), living in a little rent house with my three year old daughter. I owned my own business and worked very minimal hours in order to keep my daughter out of daycare. I lived very simply, spent a lot of quality time with my little girl and was totally empowered by the experience because I learned that I could take care of myself.
Favorite Snacks: Right now ... Fresh Cherries. Yum! I also love nectarines, watermelon, cantelope, and grapes. You'd think I was a twig with all that fruit love I have going. Unfortunately, I also love Sunchips, cookies (those right bites or whatever ... I think it might defeat the purpose when you eat six little bags in one sitting. ya think?), and Dr. Pepper.
To Do List:
I HATE todo lists. Every summer morning as a teenager, I would awaken to the phone ringing (at about 8:30). It was my mother saying, "There is a list on your dresser. You're not doing anything until it's done." I swore right then and there that I would never make lists for myself or my children. However, now that I have three children and in recent months I have forgotten to be places where I was supposed to be on more than one occassion, I am considering considering writing lists. But I'm against 'em, I tell ya.
Jobs I Have Had:
Babysitter, Swim Instructor, Chiropractic Assistant, Receptionist at a health club, Student worker at the University Fiscal Office, Student Worker in the English Department, Graduate Assistant in the Development Office, Administrative Assistant, Nutritionist/Business Owner, Teacher at Mother's Day Out, Sales Associate at Children's Boutique, Sales Associate at Women's Boutique, Mamasita
Bad Habits:
Not planning my meals and eating whatever is available instead, Not writing down what I'm supposed to be doing, Procrastinating on my housework, Watching TV, Eating snacks instead of healthy meals
Random Things People May Not Know:
I am not afraid to get up and speak in front of a group, but I have a VERY hard time approaching new people and making friends, My Granny and I argued almost every time we were together, but I miss her every day now that she is gone, I always thought I would either be a Chiropractor or a Lawyer when I grew up and I am not doing either, I was scared to death to have two boys, but I totally dig it
CDs I would want if stranded on an island:
Steve Miller Band (greatest hits), Dixie Chicks (all), Garth Brooks (everything before he became Chris Gaines), Forest Gump Soundtrack
What I'd Do if I Were a Billionaire:Furnish my empty house and sell it, buy a house on at least an acre with plenty of room for my boys to ride bikes and have fun, hire a personal trainer, hire a personal chef, ditch my beat-up truck and purchase a vehicle that will fit all of my children and their friends, pay for Tyler's college education (thankyou Nana and Papa ... Lindsey and Trey's is covered), donate to lots of charities.
Feel free to play too Y'all, I mean You!

Adorable Maniacs

I had pictures made of the boys the other day. They turned out very well. Take a peek at http://www.photographybycupcake.com/. Click on the blog for a sneek peek or click on galleries, my last name and the password is my first initial and last name, all in one word. Does that make sense?

By the way, new computer should be here soon, so I will have lots and lots of updates.

Later tator!

The photographer has updated her blog. My boys are not the first thing you see when you pull it up. You could probably figure that out. Just thought I'd take the guesswork out of it. :)

Happy Happy Birthday Baby!

Tyler is 2 today!

What a day that was and I can't believe it has already been two years.

As most mommies do, I had the nesting urge going strong. However, I got so gigantic with my little Ty man, that I didn't want to do the cleaning myself. So, I hired cleaning ladies to come a few days before my due date (scheduled c-section) and then I scheduled carpet cleaners to come the morning we were to have Tyler. They were supposed to arrive at 8:00a.m. and we were supposed to be at the hospital at 10:30a.m. I asked the guy how long it would take and he promised me it would only take a little over an hour. Great!

So, that Wednesday morning, I got up and took a shower, fixed my hair and put on makeup (for what I was sure would be the last time for several weeks). At 8:45, when it was time for me to leave to drop Lindsey and Trey off at VBS, the carpet guys still had not arrived. I left Tim at home to wait for them and I went on with my agenda feeling sure that they would arrive any minute and they would still have time to finish the carpets in time for us to arrive at the hospital by 10:30. After I dropped the kids off, I ran over to my mom's so she could take a picture of me looking HUGE for the baby's book. While I was there, I called to check on the carpet guys. It was 9:15 and they had just arrived. Holy Smoke! So, I ran home and waited for them to finish. Finally, at 10:00, they were done. We lived at least 40 minutes from the hospital, if traffic was flowing nicely. So we high-tailed it out of there and made it to the hospital at 10:45.

Tim drove up to the little emergency drop-off where all the other ladies were grimacing in pain, hobbling or being wheeled in. I jumped out of the car and RAN as fast as my gigantic body would take me. When I got to the desk, the lady said, "Girl, you better be Mrs. Wheeler! We been waitin' on you!" Sure enough I was, and we were ready to go!

Everything went smoothly. They got me all prepped and ready to go and let Tim come and sit down by my head. My doctor was already there and he discussed the routine and said, "Dr. Bertrand will be here to assist in just a minute." I had neglected to tell Tim that Dr. Bertrand had been in a really bad bicycle accident a few weeks ago and had broken his hip. So in comes Dr. Bertrand with his walker and he approaches the operating table with me on it. I knew Tim would freak out, which is why I didn't tell him. I looked up at him and his eyes were as big as saucers and he leans down to me and whispers, "what the hell!".

Dr. Bertrand and Dr. Richards did great. Little BIG man was born at 1:06 and he weighed in at 10 lbs., 2 oz. The doctor said, "Whoa Dad, here's your linebacker!"

As soon as they cleaned everybody up, they put him on my chest and I go to hold him all through recovery and up to my room. I had never been able to hold a baby immediatly after birth, since Lindsey and Trey both had scary deliveries.

Anyway, that's the story of the little dude's first day. He has blessed us so much and we absolutely adore him!

It's My Birthday and I'll Blog if I Want to ...

I normally would not proclaim to the world that today is my birthday, but since I think only about three people read my blog and they already know, I thought it would be ok.
I'm 36 today, which means I'm no longer in my early thirties. I am truly the type that thinks each new year is a precious gift ... more time with my awesome parents, my crazy brother and my sweet children (Tim is included in that group as I'm sure anyone who has met him can understand). However, I have noticed that I am aging. I tend to think I'm still in my twenties, but I look at those people and clearly, I am not.
My mother bought me a beautiful cross necklace yesterday for my birthday and I had to raise the mirror to my face because if I looked down at the mirror, you could see my not-very-tight neck area. Wow! Who-da-thunk it!
So, that's it. I'm 36 and proud of it ... turkey neck and all!

Yea Tyler!

Tyler had his first official swimming lesson today. He was awesome! Keep in mind, awesome is a relative term meaning he only cried for about 10 minutes and he did everything his teacher asked him to do. Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of the moment since I was crouching down behind the table in hopes that he would not see me. Apparently I did not do a very good job hiding because his teacher asked me to leave the pool area for the remainder of the lessons.
We told him what a great job he did and he said, "Yea Tyler!"

It's too late...

You know the song, "It's too late to 'pologize"? According to Trey, it actually goes ...

"It's too late to pop a jive."

And he's right really. If it's too late to pop a jive, then an apology really will do no good. Right?

Over and out~