Thursday, May 21, 2015

Mother's Day

{I'm so behind on blogging.  There are so many things I want to write about that I just haven't gotten around to.  Hopefully I'll get it done soon}

We had a really nice Mother's Day.   We got up and got ready for church.  Patrick wasn't feeling well so he stayed home from church. Barrett brought home this sweet card and flower from school.  Of course I love them both.
Barrett and Patrick also got me a full length mirror so I won't have to stand on the stool in the bathroom to see my whole outfit in the mirror.  I love it!
After church we went to my parents house for lunch.  Patrick snapped this picture of me and Barrett and I just love it.  He's at a fun age he's always hamming it up for the camera.  After naps we went to the Horton's house for dinner.  This year Mother's day was hard.  I should have been celebrating finding out the gender of our second baby.  I'm so thankful for my sweet boy who made me a mother but I still had a little pang of sadness.  Then I think about the women who desperately want to be mothers and aren't for one reason or another.  I hate that a day to celebrate these special women in our lives also tend to make other women feel such isolation. I try to focus on the positive but sometimes that's just hard.  

The Horton House Daily: Week 20

It's week 20.  WEEK 20!! 
Day 134:  We made an impromptu trip to the splash pad after work.  These two made a mud hole and had the best time. 
Day 135:  Barrett and I tagged along with Nana and Granddaddy to the beach for the weekend.  It was special getting to see my parents with Barrett at the beach. 
Day 136:  We went to eat at this place in downtown Panama City.  It's on a dock and they have sliding doors that are open and you can feed the fish.  There are no railings but Barrett had a blast.  I was a little nervous.
Day 137:  There's nothing sweeter than a sleeping beach baby.  He did so good napping on the beach.  I loved the cuddles and getting to read for a few hours.
Day 138:  We were sad to leave the beach but we were so happy to get home to Daddy.  Barrett traveled so easily.  We didn't even have to break out Mickey Mouse in the car.

Day 139:  The boys went to bed early and I got to watch the DWTS finale.
Day 140:  Barrett celebrated the end of the year at MDO.  (He'll still be going this summer but not all the kids will so they had a little celebration).  I love this picture of him. 
I can't believe we are almost half way through this year. 


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The Horton House Daily: Week 19


Week 19.  (I will get back on schedule posting these on Thursday.  I had this one ready to go and completely forgot about it.)
Day 127:  He needed to get some work done while we were sitting in the drive thru at Chick-fil-A.  He kills me with those sunglasses.
Day 128:  We've been trying to teach Barrett the sign for "i love you".  He just scrunches up his little shoulders and points with his pointer fingers on both hands.  Its the cutest thing.  He totally thinks he's doing it.  We laugh so hard every time he does it.

Day 129:  He was helping me carry in the groceries.

Day 130:  I got to celebrate Mother's Day with my sweet boy and family.  I loved the sweet card and flower he brought home from school and Patrick got me a full length mirror after he's seen me too many times standing on a stool in the bathroom to get a full length look of an outfit.
Day 131:  Working the remote.
Day 132:  My sweet boys cuddled up playing games.

Day 134:  Exciting day at the office when the transformer caught fire. 

I can't believe we're already in week 20 of this year.  

Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Horton House Daily: Week 18


Welcome to week 18 of The Horton House Daily.   We haven't been up to much lately and it's been kind of nice.
Day 120:  I had a meeting this night so we were late getting home.  I let Barrett stay up until Patrick got home from work.  He loves laying on my pillow when he's in our bed.
Day 121:  They were talking about this website on the TODAY show so I decided to give it a try.  It guesses your age based on a photograph.  Mine said 19.  I'll take it.
Day 122:  Our little Princess Ally now shares a birthday with the Royal Princess Charlotte.  She couldn't be more thrilled about it.  I can't believe she's 7 years old.
Day 123:  I was in curled up in bed before 9 :00 with this book.  I just love it.  I'm so thankful for all the friends I've had through every stage of life.

Day 124:  "When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator."  The moon was beautiful.  I went to watch Ava play softball at the ballpark next to our neighborhood.  This day was Patrick's first day at his new job too.  (He's had a good first week, we're excited to have him around more)
Day 125:  Cinco de Margarita-O.  I'm a fan of any holiday made up or otherwise that encourages the consumption of margaritas.
Day 126:  I was picking up pizza with the sunroof open and the windows down.  I couldn't help but think "Life is good today."  I feel like 2015 has been one of the most challenging years of my life.  I'm trying to remember to celebrate all the answered prayers both big and small. 
We're looking forward to summer and a slower pace.  I'm thankful that Barrett will still get to go to MDO during the summer and I'll still be working but we typically slow down a little for the summer so we can sneak in some pool days and long weekends at the lake.  I'm can't wait.


Monday, May 4, 2015

The Horton House Daily: Week 17

Slowly but surely I'm getting caught up.
Day 113:  I worked 14 hours this day to finish all the banners for the Magnolia Festival.  We got it all done but I was exhausted by the end of the day.
Day 114:  Since I worked 14 hours the day before we played hookie and went to the zoo with our friends.  Barrett doesn't get excited about the zoo.  I love going but his favorite part was definitely that giant rice crispy treat.  (We also watched the Bruce Jenner interview this night.  I was in shock. I really thought all the hype was just hype.)

Day 115:  This day was so sad.  We had to say goodbye to Gracie.  It was a hard decision and it broke my heart.  She had a good life but it was still a sad day.  I was also sad because we didn't get to go to the Magnolia Festival. 
 
Day 116:  Barrett got in a little batting practice while the weather was beautiful.
Day 117:  Barrett woke up crying about two hours after I put him down.  I went in to check on his and he was shaking.  I think he had a bad dream.  I rocked him back to sleep and I just loved it so much.
Day 118:  He spends too much time with the dogs.  He was pretending to be Sophie watching out the window.

Day 119:  This is my new favorite candy.  I love them. 


The Horton House Daily: Week 16

I'm a week behind so this should really be Week 16.  Hopefully Week 17 will get posted before it's time for Week 18.
Day 106:  I almost stepped on this little snake in the driveway at work.
Day 107:  We had a fun little girls night planned.  We went to dinner and then spent the night at Brittany's family's lake place.  It was so much fun.  After dinner Brittany's car wouldn't start because she "parked at an angle" and was "low on gas".  If you know Brittany you know she struggles with keeping gas in her car.  Luckily for her she has strong friends that were able to push her car onto level ground and it started.  While we're pushing her car I look up and she's taking pictures.  Which also wasn't surprising.
Day 108:  While I was at the lake Daddy was holding things down at home.  He passed out Saturday afternoon.  I laughed because he'd only had Barrett alone while he was awake for about 6 hours.  I'm thankful that he supports my friendships and the need to get away.
Day 109:  Barrett stayed with my parents after church so I could get some work done.  He found this doll and just loved on it all day.  He's going to be the best big brother one day.
Day 110:  The weather was beautiful for a few days so we had to get outside and play.  He pushed this car all over the yard.
Day 111:  Someone found my lipstick and decided he needed a little color.
Day 112:  I didn't take any pictures this day.  I was super busy at work and I got a call from school that Barrett was sick.  I snapped this shot before I went to bed so I'd have a picture for the day.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

All Dogs Go to Heaven

When I was a kid I wanted a chocolate lab so bad I couldn't stand it.  My parents wouldn't let me have one because they knew I'd never take care of it.  Well, when I was 17, right before Christmas, I got in the shower and when I got out there was the cutest black lab puppy sitting in a box in my room. (imagine a really cute picture of a black lab puppy)  I was smitten from the get go.  My aunt got her for me and my mom was less than thrilled.  I'm pretty sure I spent all my Christmas money that year on Gracie.  I was 17 and had no idea what I was getting myself into.  I don't remember much about her as a puppy.  I think she slept in a crate in my room.  I don't know what she did while I was at school.  I do know that she was always waiting on me when I got home from school.  In fact, when she was about 5 months old, she was so excited for us to get home from school she came barreling down the driveway at the same time as I was turning to go up the driveway and we collided.  I panicked.  She ran off wimpering.  I was hysterical.  I tried to call my mom on my cellphone from the driveway and luckily my little brother (who was around 11 at the time and had the most level head and handled the whole situation) was coming in the back door at the same time I called so my mom knew we were ok.  We took her to the vet.  Her leg was broken but because it was so close to her growth plate we had to see a specialist.  You can imagine how expensive that was.  She had a cast on her leg and I'd have to wrap a grocery sack around it every time I took her out. 
 
(I'm going to have to dig out some cute puppy pictures to add here)
 
My first year of college she had to stay home with my parents because I lived in the dorm.  I missed her.  She was always so happy to see me when I came home.
She came to live with me my sophomore year when I lived in a house.  The first tailgate party we hosted happened to fall around my aunt's birthday.  Gracie was never to be left in the house loose alone.  Well everyone got a ticket to the game last minute and the last person out left Gracie in the house.  When I got back there was cake and icing everywhere.  She had gotten the birthday cake off the table and had her own little party.  She was so bad.  She would get food off the counter all the time.  Once she got chicken fingers out of the toaster oven while they were cooking.  That's talent. 
She loved the lake.  She would swim out and try to get on your float with you.  Most people hated that.  When we would all go out to ski or tube, I never could go right in front of the house because she would swim out and chase me.  I think the lake was one of her favorite places. 
When Patrick and I got married she came with me to Morris.  Patrick already had Sam, his yellow lab and they were best buds from the beginning.  She had puppies that year too (they weren't Sam's, we don't know who the daddy was).  She was a good little mama. 
She was so proud of her babies. 
Last week she started moving slow.  We thought nothing of it.  She was almost 14 years old.  Well by Wednesday she wasn't eating.  Friday I had to go out in the yard and find her when I got home from work to get her in out of the rain.  She could only take 2 or 3 steps before she would fall and I'd have to pick her up again.  It was heartbreaking.  I got her in and she plopped down right in front of the door.  She was in the same place when Patrick got home 5 hours later.  We got her moved closer to her bed but she wouldn't eat or drink.  We decided we would take her to the vet Saturday morning.  When we got up Saturday morning Patrick went down to check on her and she was still in the same place we'd left her.  We got her loaded in the car and headed to the vet.  It was packed, Patrick stayed in the car with her while I went and told them we were there.  I broke down talking to the poor receptionist.  They came out to get us and we went back to the room.  The vet came in and examined her.  She said her liver was enlarged and that was probably what was causing her symptoms.  She gave us a few options.  She let us know that it could possibly be infection or something else causing her liver to struggle but most likely at her age it was probably just giving out.  She was so kind and told us she supported what ever we decided.  We decided that moving forward with treatment was not worth putting her through for maybe another week with her.  The vet was so kind and reassuring to us.  They let us hold her and say good bye.  As I was sitting there I was so mad at myself for not spending more time with her.  For not taking her to the lake again, not laying out in the yard on a blanket with her.  I was just so sad I took the time I thought we had for granted.  I know she was just a dog but that dog saw me through some of my life's biggest accomplishments.  She was there when I went to prom, graduated from high school, went off to college, moved in to the first place where I paid bills, when Patrick and I went on our first date, got engaged, when I finally graduated from college and got married.  She was there when we got home from our honeymoon and we moved in together.  She was there when we brought Barrett home and she was there for every day in between.  She was a food thief and an escape artist.  She got in the trash and was a little bit racist (which was odd since she was black).  She was the only reason I've ever had the police called on me.  She was the best bad dog I've even known and she will be greatly missed.

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Horton House Daily: Week 15

Day 99:  I invited my college friends to come watch the first Grey's Anatomy and pretend we were in college again.  Lorie, Elise and Olivia came and I'm pretty sure we didn't hear a word of Greys.  We actually ended up watching Frozen.  Times have changed.
Day 100:  Barrett tested out of Early Intervention.  Patrick got a job offer.  And my hormone level finally dropped to normal (8 weeks after my miscarriage).  It was a good day for sure, filled with so many answered prayers.
Day 101:  Ally and I enjoyed a quiet night of tv after Barrett went to bed.
Day 102:  I forgot to take a good picture so I shared my love of journals.
Day 103:  I actually posted a video of Barrett saying "block"  because it sounds like a bad four letter work that begins with F.  Its hilarious.
Day 104:  I devoured some cookies and milk after Barrett went to bed.  I felt a little bad but not for long.

Day 105:  I went to the dentist and they sent me home with a balloon for Barrett.  He was so excited.  He insisted we take it with us the next day.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Early Intervention: Yearly Evaluation

(I just want to start by saying that the Lord has been showing out this week in the answered prayers department.  This is just one of many prayers that were answered this week.  I'm blown away and humbled by His faithfulness.  We are blessed beyond anything we could imagine or deserve.)
I know I just posted a little update but I wanted to post this update as well.  It was a year ago that we started this journey.  We had Barrett's annual evaluation yesterday and it went great.  They came to our home this time and Barrett was in his element.  He really showed out.  I'm so proud of that little booger.  The speech therapist was showing him pictures in a book for him to label.  He did great.  He labeled everything, he even said "scissors".  I'd never heard him say that and didn't know he knew what they were.  Needless to say we were impressed.  I knew there was a chance that he would test out of the program.  I didn't think that he would so I wasn't prepared at all when they all said he no longer qualified in any areas.  I knew he'd be fine in everything but communication.  I really thought he'd still qualify in communication.  He's made so much progress but he's still a little behind.  A 25% delay would have him on a 20 month old level at 27 months.  He scored at a 21 month old level.  So he was close to qualifying again.  When he was evaluated last year his communication was on the level of a 5-7 month old.  He was 15 months old.  We had no idea he was that delayed.  So we are so happy with the progress he's made.  A year ago he made no sounds other than crying and he really didn't even do that too often.  He made no efforts to communicate.  Today he "talks" all the time.  We understand about 50% of what he says.  But he's learning new words every day.  Our speech therapist recommended we continue to practice what they've taught us and if he's not continued to improve, in June seek private speech therapy.  So that's what we're going to do.  I'm so happy that he's made progress but I'm going to miss seeing these sweet ladies every month.  They have probably helped me as much or more than they've helped him.  When he hit that age where he just wasn't eating, they both were like "totally normal, he'll eat when he's hungry, don't sweat it." they were right.  When he started throwing fits, they both assured me that not only was it normal, it was actually a good thing developmentally.  It's been nice to have an outside voice to assure us that we are doing a good job.
We're going to miss Ms. Amy and Ms. Tamara. 
I guess I'll quit rambling now.  I've been blown away by everyone's support over the last year.  I've heard from mom's that have been down the same road and it was always so encouraging. 
" He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others.  When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us."
 2 Corinthians 1:4
This has become one of my favorite verses this year.  It is so true.  I've had the opportunity to talk to a few moms that are starting this journey and I have loved being able to hopefully encourage them. 
I took this picture after he went to bed.  I went in just to watch him sleep. I'm so proud of him.  I just felt overwhelmed by God's grace.  We are so blessed and I never want to take that for granted.