What Christmas is All About (part B)

I titled this part B because we all know know what Christmas is really all about.. the birth of our Lord and Savior. But Christmas is also about family to me. That is what my entry today is all about.. the family part of it all.

This entry was originally much longer than what I am about to write, but when I went to enter it, the computer lost it, so this is draft two and I am going to try to ramble less so that the same thing doesn't happen again.

My kids had an amazing Christmas. Everywhere they went, they got bombarded with presents. I mean everywhere!! There is a huge bag at my house of gifts they haven't even opened yet. I kept them because it got to the point that everyone Timmy saw, he went up to them and asked them where his gift was (since he was getting one from everyone else.) That was my cue that these kids were getting too much at once.

We got back to the house last night, and Timmy was running around like a mad man trying to play with absolutely everything before he went to bed. Tristan was just sitting and smiling. He looked at me and then ran and got a small little paper bag out from under the tree. He gave it to me. "Merry Christmas Mommy" Tristan's school had a Santa's Shoppe where the kids could do their own Christmas shopping. I gave him a decent amount of money to go shopping with. He got everyone small plastic toys and such. Very cute things. However, I came to found out that my gifts were the most special to him. I opened up my bag and saw 4 small little boxes inside. The first one was a glass ornament that said, "I love my Mommy". The second one was a cross ornament with a silver note tacked on it that said, "God loves Mommy". Then he gave me a silver and onyx heart necklace. The last thing, was the best of all. Inside was a ring. A gold ring ring with a ruby in the middle and diamonds circling the ruby to make it look like a flower. Since Tristan was 3 years old, he told me that when he grew up, he was going to buy me a heart bracelet, a heart necklace, and a ring. He would tell me this ALL the time. A few years ago, he and his daddy bought me a heart bracelet for Christmas. Then I kept hearing about the necklace and the ring. I asked him why he wanted to buy me a ring so bad. He said that when a boy loves someone more than anything, they buy them a ring. So this Christmas, I got a heart necklace and a ring from my son. Tristan smiled when I opened the ring and told me that he bought it cause it had red (my favorite color) and because he wanted to show me that he loved me more than anything. I fought back the tears as I hugged him.

That night before bed, he came to me and said, "Mommy, I had a really great Christmas. I really loved everything Santa and everyone else got me. Thank you Mommy!" I kissed him and told him how truly blessed he was. He smiled. The truth is that in that moment, I was the one who felt the most blessed of them all. God gave me the greatest presents I could ever receive.. my salvation and my son. Thank you Lord so much for those gifts. I love y you. That to me... is what Christmas is all about.

My Baby Don't Like...

My baby doesn't like Subway sandwiches. He likes Publix subs made with Boars Head meat (His father's child)

My baby doesn't like pizza with lots of meat on it. However, he does tolerate pepperoni okay.

My baby doesn't like steak. I tell him that its really really good and that Momma likes it a lot, but he just won't listen

My baby doesn't like mid panel maternity pants. He gets mad whenever I put them on because it cuts right into his space. I try to tell him that they are more stylish, but he prefers full panel belly.

My baby doesn't like it when people feel my belly. He decides to hide in a far off corner and as soon as the person removes the hand, he gets mad and starting kicking me like crazy.

My baby doesn't like sleeping at night. especially from 10:30 - 11:45

My baby doesn't like strange voices. He kinda flips out when he hears a loud voice he doesn't recognize.

My baby doesn't like the full sweetness of juice. He wants it watered down if he is expected to keep it within my body.

My baby doesn't like Mexican food. Then again, Mommy isn't too hot on it either.

Finally, my baby doesn't like enclosed spaces. That's why he is choosing to stretch me out to the fullest extent possible.

Things That Are Bothering Me

So I have a few things that have been bothering me since yesterday that I need to let go of.

The biggest thing being... How could I bench Chad Johnson on my fantasy football team?????

I went into the fantasy football season wanting to get two players... Tki Barber and Chad Johnson. My husband stole Tiki from me (and judging from the tape on his thumb yesterday.. I am okay with that.) But I did get Chad Johnson. And I did my happy "I got Chad Johnson" dance and eagerly played him for almost the entire first half of the season. And for the most part, Chad was consistent in the fact that he earned me ZERO points game after game. Tired of seeing the other wide receivers on my bench rack up points..points that could have helped me win, I continued to be loyal to Chad and kept losing. Finally I said, enough. He's doing nothing for me. So three games ago I started to bench Chad. First week showed me it was a wise decision as I won a game. Second week.. I still won, but Chad actually started earning some points in the fantasy realm..But last night.. It was a massacre. I watched as Chad had the most unbelievable game of his life. While my other wide receivers got me 4 and 6 points. Chad would have earned me 26. And I benched him!! Why?? Why did my loyalties turn?? Why couldn't I have stuck with him and believed in him??? Why?? Now of course I am going to play him next week. But I truly doubt he's going to rack it up the way he did last night. The only thing that saved my gloom last night was the fact that in my other league I have my "old faithful" Ladamian Tomlinson to rack up massive points for me. What a game though.

Second thing is that my ultra sound is tomorrow and I am scared. I am scared because I have a feeling its going to be a boy and I am tired of blue. I want to buy pink and yellow things. I don't want to buy blue. Yuck!! No more blue. No more blue. And I just have this feeling they are going to tell me to buy blue.

I want to keep a positive attitude. Saying that I need to be positive and leave things up to God and recognize that God could have granted me an opportunity to buy pink. And I am holding on to that. But my pessamistic ways are agonizing me with blue. And if I give too much power to those thoughts, it might come true just because I allowed it too. I know that God has already made the decision for this child 5 months ago. But he can still wave his staff around and change it.. right??

Chad Johnson.. Mystery Baby... Sleepless Nights.

Bad Feeling

My dreams lately have been really violent. I wonder what that means. I have been craving salty things and my belly is gorwing big. At first I felt confident that my little darling was a sweet little girl. Now I am feeling that I might be wrong. Both me and Sean are suddenly feeling that this might be a sweet little boy instead. I have had no morning sickness (was horrible with Tris) and my eating habits are COMPLETELY different than it was with Tris. But what if that doesn't mean anything at all. 1 week left before they tell me the news. I am nervous. Why you ask? Because if my sweet angel is a lttle boy than my sweet husband is going to want to try again in a few years and I don't know if I can handle that