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~

I'm back

Wow! It has been such a long time since I have written. Honestly, I'm still rather bitter about the pictures being lost. Ugh! That makes me so mad!

Things have been moving along quite crazily around here. Since I last wrote, we've had Lindsey's birthday party, (she's thirteen ... yes, there is a "teen" at the end of that word! How does that happen. She really should still be eight, maybe nine ... but thirteen!), we had a rip-roaring good time at her slumber party, she has been inducted into National Junior Honors Society, we went to her awards ceremony at school and Trey played a fantastic season of T-ball. I have pictures of these events, but can I put them on my blog? Heck, no! So, you will have to wait for the mammoth entry I do the day we get a new computer. Oh, it will be fantastic.

Lindsey and I also started National Charity League which causes me to break out in a cold sweat on a regular basis. Yikes! What a huge commitment.

Later tators! ... I mean, tator!

ROUND-UP

My boy is going to kindergarten next year. I am not happy about it ... I want to keep him here with me longer. He is so neat-o. But, he's going and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
We went to Kindergarten Round-up last night. Yeehaw!
He's excited.
Me ... not so much. (I think I already mentioned that.)

Don't Y'all Babysit Too?

My little man is five years old. To celebrate, we decided to take him out to dinner on Saturday night to Texas Land and Cattle by the Bass Pro Shops. It gets VERY crowded on Friday and Saturday nights, so we decided to valet.
First, I must explain that my husband gets VERY competitive when it comes to eating. If we are at a buffet, watch out children and old ladies, my man will take you out to get to the food first. He is even more aggressive when it comes to getting his name on a list before someone else at a crowded restaurant. He will slow the car down just enough to make me or my poor Lindsey jump out and run to the hostess ahead of others walking in.
Okay, back to valet. We jumped out at the valet and Tim told us to run to the restaurant while he dealt with the car. The plan (we always have a plan in these situations) originally was for me and Lindsey to go put our name down and he would bring Trey and Tyler, but Trey wanted to be with me, so off we went.
We were almost to the doors of the restaurant when Tim yelled from behind, "Hey there, birthday boy!" We all turned around to see him strutting up to us with a huge smile on his face. Lindsey and I quickly said, "Where's Tyler?" Tim said, "Shit" and RAN back to the car to retrieve our baby from the valet dude.
This got me thinking ... they really should offer babysitting.