Good Bye 2008.

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My Dear Sweet Baby,

Hi sweetheart it’s mommy. I’m so sorry sweetie that we never got the chance to meet face to face. I wish so very badly that I could hold you and get to know you. Today mommy and daddy went to the Dr. to go over the reports of what went wrong. I’ve been so scared of what we would find out this day, I knew in my heart that nothing we would hear would be good, but I feared so much that we would find out that mommy’s body is what failed us, or that if we would have done something sooner we could have had a different outcome. What we found out though was that we couldn’t have done anything different, for some reason you stopped growing and developing around 12 weeks. We were able to see you at 12 weeks and 4 days on ultrasound and know that at that time you still had a steady heartbeat and were jumping all around in mommy and sucking on your fingers, but shortly thereafter, things happened and you passed on. Mommy is actually a little relieved to know that you were tucked away, safe and warm inside me when you passed, my biggest fear is that your little heart was still beating when mommy had you, but now I know that there was nothing we could have done, you were already gone.

I’m so sad and I miss you so much. You have no idea how much we wanted you, how long we tried for you, how many tears have been shed for you. You will always be my boy, always in my heart, thought of every day. Life will never be the same because you are not here with us. We had to meet with a funeral director today, we picked out a very teeny tiny urn for your ashes. It felt so odd for mommy and daddy to be there, doing that. I kept thinking to myself how surreal the whole thing felt, how wrong it was to casually flip through a catalog to pick an urn, how do you decide on something like that? We’ll have to go back in about a week to pick up your ashes and I know that day is going to be a tough one. It’s not the way we’re supposed to be bringing you home.

Thank you sweet boy for giving mommy those precious weeks of pregnancy, I’m so sorry I complained about being sick all the time. You have no idea how I wish I was sick again if it meant having you with me. I love you so much, you’ll never be forgotten, and you’ll never be replaced, my heart will long for you every day for the rest of my life.

Love,
Momma

Reminding me that I will indeed smile again…

Not letting my grief get in the way of my being a mom has not been the easiest of tasks lately. Hugging him a little tighter, reading the longer story, rocking extra long and playing more has surely been the key to softening the pain in my heart. I love this boy so much, I can not put into words how thankful I am to have him, to lift my spirits, to bring me joy, to light my life.

( so serious...)
(two sticks make everything better)

:) This one makes me laugh...

Tomorrow we will get the pathology report and meet with the funeral home, it's not going to be an easy day. I had a hard time today when I'd made what felt like my 576th call to either the pathology department, hospital or funeral director, I was done. I could no longer bury the emotions and make the "business" calls. Luckily it ended up being the last one. I hope that I can get through tomorrow, using my head and not just my heart, with an ounce of grace and enough tissues to spare me from having to use my sleeves.

7 days.

Last night was hard. I went to bed thinking how just 1 week ago, I went to bed pregnant, nervous about the mornings Dr. appointment and telling myself that I just needed to go to sleep so that morning would come and I’d go to the Dr. and hear our babies heartbeat and find out that everything was fine. Now just one week later I went to bed empty, heartbroken, and nervous about this mornings call to the hospital. Today we found out that we will be able to get our babies remains back. I can’t tell you what an ease this is on my heart. Thinking of our sweet little guy being disposed of with hospital hazardous waste was killing me. Now we know that we can get him. We’re also very fortunate that one of Greg’s cousins is in the funeral business. Greg called him today and he was able to make some calls and arrange for things to be taken care of for us. We will meet with the funeral director some time this week once they have picked up the baby from the hospital. I can’t believe that I’m making arrangements to have my baby cremated. My entire body is screaming at me that this is wrong, it’s not supposed to be this way, but it is, and I have to, and I hate it.

I also found out that the pathology report is complete. I’ve opted to wait until Wednesday when I have my follow-up with my OB to go over the results. I know that I’m not going to understand most of the terminology and rather than obsess and spend the next two nights on the computer trying to make sense of something that will never make sense, I’m waiting to go over it with her. Of course knowing me the obsessing will begin then.

Today I mostly feel numb, I’m going through the motions, making the calls that need to be made, doing the things that need to be done, but I feel as if I’ve un-plugged emotionally. I think it’s the only way I’m going to get through the next few days, so un-plugged I’ll stay.

Sleep.

Last night I finally succumbed to sleep. It was fitful and broken and at times heartbreakingly sad, but I did get some, and today I feel better because of it. I went for a walk this morning, the air seemed so fresh and warm, the sky as blue as blue can be and sun that warmed just a bit too much. It was good. I’m not as angry today, maybe it will come back, and maybe it won’t. I’m trying to pick up the pieces, but it’s hard when the pieces are so shattered they're barely recognizable. So for now, I’m picking up what I can see. I’m focusing on Greyson, who eases my hearts pain each and every day, my husband who’s provided me the biggest and best shoulder’s to lean, cry and grieve on ever, and myself, allowing myself the time and space and ability to feel what I need to feel.

Today is a better day. I don’t know if I’ll ever have truly good days again, but today is better. I’m sure that rough days will be along again, some worse than others, but in this moment it’s one day, one hour, even one minute at a time.

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P.S. – Thanks for the card, it came yesterday. At a time when nothing could be said that was right, nothing could make me feel better, nothing could be ok, your card and your note were exactly what I needed, couldn’t have come at a better time. I love and miss you too, I really really do.

Anger…

I’m mad. I’m pissed off, I’m furious. I want to scream and curse and tell people off. I want to hit something, someone, I want everyone to hurt as bad as I am and then some. I want to be left alone, I want tons of attention. I want everyone to say the right thing, but there is no right thing so just shut up. I’m so angry that it hurts, it physically hurts.

I haven’t slept in 5 days. I’m up all night roaming the house, sitting in front of this stupid computer, message boards, support boards, medical pages, grief pages, reasons, signs, how to cope. My eyes feel as if they will soon just fall out of my head, it hurts to have them open, it hurts to have them closed. My pain meds don’t even begin to touch the raging headache. I’m terrified to fall asleep yet it’s the one thing I’m craving the most. I’m physically shutting down and mentally fighting it every step of the way.

I’m so totally screwed.

Insomnia…

I think I’m afraid to sleep. Every time I try, I end up in a puddle of tears. I hate the silence, the darkness, thoughts that circle in my head. I know that I have to stop the “what if’s” and “if only’s”. I can’t. I’m so scared to know the reasons if any we get from the pathology reports, yet I can hardly wait to know. I’m terrified to know if it was my body that failed or if it was an abnormality with the baby. On one hand I find myself hoping that our sweet baby boy died peacefully inside of me, tucked away in my womb, warm and dark and cozy. I’m terrified to find out that he died as he splashed into the cold water of the toilet while hearing his mother wail in the arms of his daddy.

I hate that I’m blogging about this, I hate that my happy blog about the joys of Greyson has turned into my heart wrenching, getting it out of my system, therapy. I hate to know that in about 3 weeks I’ll be thinking how we should be going for our ultrasound when we would have found out that we were indeed expecting another boy. Hearing Greg telling me that “he told me so” and going straight to Gymboree to buy his first outfit. I hate that in the end of May I’ll be thinking today should have been my scheduled c-section. I hate that I cry every time I use my bathroom because that’s where my baby was born. I hate that my 3 year old asked me tonight if I was crying “because the baby wasn’t going to come out of my belly button”.

I want to wake up. I want for this all to be a nightmare.

Missed…

Being forced to say goodbye before you get to even say hello is pretty much the worst thing ever. Early yesterday morning our new baby was born into the world at only 16 and a half weeks. The medical society calls it a “late” miscarriage, but to me it feels as a life lost, a death. While most of me wants to forget everything that’s happened, I also know that someday when it’s not so fresh, and when I can finally take a full breath without feeling as if my chest is going to cave in, I’m going to want to look back and remember.

Yesterday I had another boy, we named him Gavin. I don’t know his exact weight or length, but I know that he looked perfect to me, 10 fingers, 10 toes. I don’t know if his heart was beating or if he tried to take a breath. I don’t know anything other than we tried so hard for him and we wanted him so much. I’ll love him forever.

Love...

Some times it feels like my heart could just burst from my chest, I love him so much.

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Pregnancy Update:

We are closing in on 15 weeks and I finally (quick knock on wood) am feeling alive! The nausea seems to have gone away almost completely (let the eating begin!!) and I actually feel like I have some new found source of energy. I've been trying to catch up on all the things I've let slide while feeling sick. Just in time too, as we are off to Disney for the weekend! (yes, Disney again, I know we go a lot.)

Tumble Tot’s Update.

Greyson had his 7th Tumble Class last night (apparently it’s longer than the 6 weeks I originally thought?!? We still have one more class!). I think I can officially say that my child is the biggest ham on the face of the earth. We sit on the bleachers of the gym and just laugh and laugh at his antics. Even though he is the youngest in the class, all of the other kids are 4 and older, he has this strong desire to be first to accomplish his tasks. They do warm-ups on the mats where they act like certain animals down the mat and then run back. Greyson, runs half way down the mat (if not three quarters) then when he’s sure he has a sizable lead on the rest of the class, will drop to all fours, meowing his way to the end of the mat!! He’s always the voice you hear during circle and sticker time at the end of the class when they sing songs and get stickers for a job well done. He’s always the one who after completing his pass on the balance beam, hops down, does a little victory booty shake and then turns to make sure all the parents are watching and clapping for him! He’s just too funny. All that being said, he is really good about listening to the teacher, following the rules, staying on the mat and waiting his turns and trying to console kids who are having a rough time. I really couldn’t be more proud of him.

Sorry Honey, but I love them!!

My husband is going to kill me, but I love these photo’s. I love them a crazy amount, just a quick look and I giggle, smile and fall even more in love with my boys. We had a great long weekend which meant lots and lots of time to play. I grabbed my camera one morning and walked into a (war zone) play room to catch the (mayhem) play time in action! If you can’t tell from the pictures, I was being bombed with tow truck boulders by Buzz Light-year! Greyson thought it was quite hilarious, I was trying to snap fast before my camera took a direct hit!!

The best part of these pictures is just that it’s an exact representation of our life, the bed head, still in PJ’s, wild and crazy play. It’s moments like these that do happen so often in our home that keeps me falling deeper and deeper in love with my hubby. Greyson and I are so lucky to have him, I love the role model he is for Greyson, I love the time he spends really playing, ground level playing, the time he spends teaching, reading, guiding him. So Honey, I know that you want to kill me for posting these crazy morning hair pictures, but they are such a perfect representation of you and Greyson’s love.

I love you both so much!
Love,
Me

(Shooting mom is so much fun!!)

(Direct Hit!!)

(Happy dance after successful bombing!)

(Pure - Glee!)

The Fall Blues…

Everywhere I look photographers have been posting beautiful pictures of kids playing in leaves, family’s with beautiful fall foliage all around them, pumpkins and gourds, apples and straw bales, all making Fall look so delightful and spicy and warm and all kinds of photographic goodness.

Well we live in Florida, where Fall is still 80 degrees and the only change in leaves we see is a brown palm frond. Aaarrrghhh!!

So I took matters into my own hands, or should I say to the isles of Michaels craft store and bought a little slice of fall goodness for myself! It’s not as good as the “real” deal, but I like to call it, Florida’s Faux Fall.

Q & A with Greyson Lee.

I asked Greyson this list of questions the other day and wanted to be sure to record his answers. I wish that I would have been doing this every few months to see how his answers change but hopefully I can start that now!! Enjoy the Q & A with Greyson Lee.


What is your favorite food?
Taco’s, Cookies, and Bacon

What is your favorite color?
Yellow, No Yellow is Jackie’s favorite color. I like Red.

What is your favorite thing to watch on T.V.?
Bull Riding!!

What is your favorite thing to do outside?
Ride my bike.

What is your favorite number?
1

Favorite letter?
A

Who is your favorite friend?
Mommy.

What is your favorite toy?
My train set.

What is your favorite smell?
Mommy

What is your favorite song?
Daddy’s song – Curtis Lowe

Who is your favorite character?
Mickey Mouse!

Your favorite restaurant?
Welcome to Moes!!

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I added a new little gadget to the very bottom of the page. It's a count down to baby that tells you exactly how far along I am, what's happening with baby developmentally, and how many day's I have left (far far too many!!). Anyway, scroll on down to the bottom of the page and check out "Count down to baby #2!!".

Have a great weekend!

First

As I cuddle Greyson in the recliner, all laid back, his head on my chest, his belly on mine, I can’t help but think, “How many more weeks will we be able to do this?” He asks for me to pick him up in the store, or in line at Moe’s, “Mommy hold me, please?” and for now I scoop him up, wondering “how many more weeks will I be able to do this?” What happens when my belly gets too big for him to lay on me, to fit on my lap and cuddle? What happens when my belly gets too big to carry him? What happens when my arms are full of baby carriers and diaper bags? My heart breaks in knowing that those days are coming. How do you tell your first, the one you’ve cuddled every single time a cuddle has been needed or wanted, you’ve held at every request, that no, this time you have to walk, or this time you just have to settle with this little hug/pat/one armed snuggle? How can I do that? How DO I do that?

I know logically that it can be done and it is done, millions of times over all over the world, and I’m so excited for Greyson to have a sibling, and so excited for another child to love, and yet, at the same time, I feel fiercely jealous for my son, for the attention that I know will and has to shift, for the changes to his world, his life, his days. I feel torn in half and the new baby has yet to arrive. I’m sure every mother out there has felt this exact same way, and I know that it will all work out and that we’ll develop and grow into a family of four and we’ll wonder what we ever did with out baby #2, but for now, in my head I just have such a hard time putting it all together.

So for now, I hold on extra tight, I read the 2nd and 3rd and 15th extra story, I rock a little longer, make more time to just cuddle and hope that when our worlds are turned upside down in just a few short months, that we’ll be able to figure it out.

A letter to baby...

Dear Baby,

Hi baby bean, it’s me mommy. Listen, I love you a ton, more than you’ll ever know, and I know that seems crazy as we haven’t met yet and you’re just this tiny little being floating happily along inside me, but I do, I truly do love you so very much. So when mommy says that you need to cut this morning sickness stuff out, like now, it’s said with lots and lots of love, ok? Seriously though kid, I’d hate for you to have to spend you first weeks in the big world in time out, and if you don’t let mommy have one day, heck, even one hour of nausea free life soon, well, let’s just say we’ve got a naughty chair all picked out for you.

Love,
Your Mommy.

Yes, I’m still fighting morning (all day) sickness. Truthfully… it’s better, but better doesn’t really count when you’re down to 22.5 hours a day of feeling sick from 24. I feel like such an ungrateful slug for complaining, at least I’m pregnant, I know. Trust me; I want to be that happy, I want to feel great and be glowing and doing pre-natal Pilates and yoga. I’d love to be that mom, but it’s just not happening yet. I’m sick, I’m nauseous, and not just a little, it’s this constant, I’m going to loose it feeling. I feel like I’m choking all day long, I’m hot and then cold, clammy and dizzy, smells bother me, movement bothers me, even sound bothers me. All in all, I’m just a real joy to be around!! The funny part is even with all this complaining, griping, moaning and bellyaching… I’m so freaking happy!! It’s a funny thing pregnancy, I’ve never been so miserably happy in my life.

Introducing…

Baby #2.

He or SHE is due June 5th, but will arrive the last week of May, and no I’m not just hopeful, we get to schedule our c-section this time!! So now that I have that as a birth plan I’ll probably go into labor on my own 3 weeks early!! Because, face it, a birth plan is a big joke to babies.

Anyway, now that the cat’s out of the bag (as if you all didn’t already know!) you now know why my posting as of late has been less then often. Morning sickness is my new best friend, and tends to like to stick around all day long. Fun times!!

Greyson is over the moon excited, we’ll see how long that lasts…

Well off to have some more fun with my new best friend.

Love,
All 4 of us!!

Tumble Tots – week 1.

Last night was Greyson’s first Tumble Tots class! It’s a short 6 week class that introduces him to gymnastics. To say he had a blast would be putting it mildly! Greg and I were able to sit on the bleachers and watch as he warmed up with a quick jog around the gym, did his stretches and then followed the directions of his teacher in a series of mat exercises. The class is for 3-5 year olds, so it is a bit hectic and not as structured as I had imagined, but the kiddos were so cute. The mat exercises were animal themed, and they traveled the length of the mats as birds, alligators, frogs, doggies, horses, crabs, snakes, etc… so cute to watch them all. Then they brought out the balance beam!! It was incredibly high and I was a bit worried, but with an instructor on each side holding his arms, Greyson walked forward, backward and sideways across the beam!! He did so great! Each time he would get down, he would look for Greg and I and give us a thumbs up. He of course flirted with all the little girls, and took very quickly to an older girl (I’d say about 12) who was there helping out. He was always next to her, chatting away, and holding her hand!! He’s such a flirt!

It was a blast, and we can hardly wait for next week!

Bad Mom Check-In?

“Here”

I feel like I’ve been the worst mom in the world lately. I’ve been so tired and so sick, most day’s I’ve just wanted to lie in bed, lie on the couch, and lay on the floor. Greyson has been such a trooper. He’s managed to keep himself busy, and happily at that. I feel so guilty, but I just haven’t been able to muster the energy for everything/anything. I know it’s just a blip in his lifetime, but yet the guilt lingers. He’s watched more TV and movies, played more video games and ate more “junk food” this week that ever in his life. Ahhh!!!

Today I felt better though, he ate veggies, we went for a bike ride (fresh air!!) and he only watched 1 movie (I know still too much, but…).

I’m hoping to give my Bad Mom award back soon…

There is a new lizard in town...

If you knew me as a child you probably know that my nickname was... "Heathen Lizard" nice huh?? Yeah.... anyway (and yes I know it was only one of many, so big bro, when you read this it's not necessary to list them all in the comments section!! I do remember yours too!! - ha ha, love you) anyway... that particular name was cast upon me due to my "adorable" habit of sticking my tongue out anytime I was trying to accomplish any task.

Well folks - there's a new lizard in town...

(Playing these games takes serious concentration...)


(how nice to be 3 and unaware or bothered by mass quantities of drool...)

...they say he'll be TALL!

Greyson’s 3 year well baby appointment was today. He clocked in at a ridiculously tall 41 inches and a slim 33 pounds. Yes, my baby boy is long and skinny!! He’s off the charts as always. The Dr. gave me an estimated adult height of 6 foot 4 inches to 6 foot 7 inches!! He’s all legs, knobby knees and great big feet!!

He did really well and answered all of the Dr. Pats questions, happily obliged her in his rendition of the ABC’s, counted, named colors and shapes and informed her that, his ears were way too small for kittens to hide in, but she could just go ahead and look if she wanted to. She cracked up and quickly realized that he was on to her games and just being straight with him would get an agreeable patient quicker than trying to fool him. He also got his flu shot. I hate shots so much and always worry worry worry, but he did really well and was able to pick out two stickers from the sticker bin and well, that just made everything all better. Hopefully the rest of the day will show no side effects and he’ll be his normal self.

His heart sounds good/same as always and we don’t head back to the cardiologist for another 6 months, when I think we’ll probably do another echo. Everything else looked great and she was very happy and impressed with our little man. Yay!!

Because no post is a good post with out pictures of the little guy….

Princess Place Preserve

In an effort to soak up the gorgeous weather we’ve been having, Greyson and I went to explore one of our local treasures, Princess Place Preserve. The 1,100 acre preserve area dates back to the late 1700’s and has the old house/lodge, bath house, caretaker and servant quarters as well as the first in ground concrete swimming pool in Florida!! Greyson liked looking around in the old Livery Stable the most, where he pretended to be a horsey in one of the stalls and was enchanted by the very old horse drawn carriage. He was also pretty intrigued with the swimming pool, but luckily he didn’t decide to take a swim! I personally like rocking in the rocking chairs on the huge back porch looking out over the intracostal waters. All in all, it was a fun morning and I’m glad we had the chance to check it out, we’ll head back for sure!

Here are a few snap shots from the day.

(err... this is all probably to small to read huh?? oopsy!)

(the super-duper-way-cool carriage!)
(Naaaaaayyyyy!! I'm a horsey!)
(Anyone want to take a swim??)(rocking on the porch...)
(view from the rocking chairs, I could sit there forever...)

On the eve of three…

Three full years of memories we have made, and yet I know there is so much already forgotten. I always wish I would record more, write down more, blog more so that I can keep and have and bring back each day, each moment, each smile, laugh, or thought. Time goes by and I forget, and now here you are, your very last day of being two, and I wonder of all the things that have already been forgotten.

Two held such wonder and achievement from you, from baby to boy for sure. You developed into such a marvelous little man, with your own voice and opinions, your own way of achieving goals, playing games, and daily routines. We continued to see the tender hearted, sweet and well behaved boy that we’ve always known. No, there were no terrible two’s from you, moments of frustration, sure, but even those were few and far between. At the beginning of this year you gave up nursing, and I feared loosing that special bond we shared, I look back now and see how silly that fear was. You are my son, my sidekick, my best bud. Together we make a pretty good duo, if I do say so myself.

Two has been the best year so far, and I know I’ll feel the same about three. Each year, month, week, day, hour, even second spent being your mommy just gets better and better.

So to you little man, on the eve of turning three, thank you. Thank you for showing me life’s master plan, for making me mom, the greatest gift on earth. I love you with every single ounce of me and then some.
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** And now a moment to record so as not to be forgotten….

This afternoon we were talking about dinner, and I said to you how we should be silly and make breakfast for dinner, biscuits and gravy, bacon and eggs!! You were very excited and thought it was a great idea. I mentioned that we should ask Daddy, “He might say it’s a crazy idea and there is no way we can have breakfast for dinner!!” I said.

And you replied “Well, that would hurt my feelings, it would just break my heart”.

Tender-hearted indeed.

So breakfast for dinner we made, and you ate it all up!!

Almost Three, Dag-Nabbit, and Friday’s Fashion Feature

Dear Greyson,

Today you stomped around the park in your plaid boat/deck shoes, vintage inspired t-shirt and duckbilled cap, and shouted “Dag Nabbit!!” every time something didn’t go your way. I watched you and giggled a lot, my very own, just-shy-of-three little old man. Dag-Nabbit is your new saying; you learned it from Ricochet Rabbit, the sheriff in one of your favorite story books. It’s a book of your Daddy’s that has been passed to you and you love it. You appeased mom with a few pictures, but really were in no mood at all. We were in full sun, your hair is getting way too long and the pictures didn’t turn out the best, but I’ll always love them, mostly because they are of you, but also because they’ll always bring the up the Dag Nabbit memories.

It’s so hard to believe little one that in less than a week you will be three. Three years old, just where has the time gone? This last year seems to have gone by faster than the others, which leads me to believe that next year will be faster yet. You are so much fun right now (although I’ve said that at every age), you love to play ball of any type, to read stories and work puzzles, you love trucks and trains, anything that goes. You love to be outside, you love to help, you love it all. You’re so grown up and yet still so small. I cherish the moments you lay your head on my shoulder and let me rock you, the moments you give big hugs and really squeeze, the feel of your little hand in mine as we walk side by side, and yet every day as you get older those moments seem to happen less and less. I’m more proud of you, more in love with you, and happier to be your mommy each and every day.

I wonder what the three’s will bring into our world. I’m sure big exciting changes, new adventures, and lots of good times await us. I hope for you the courage, love and excitement to run full steam ahead and take three by storm as I know you will, and I’ll always be right there beside you if you need a little help.

I love you with every ounce of me.

Love,
Mommy

Greyson Lee is wearing:
Hat – I bought this forever ago from the Children’s Place I believe??
Tee Shirt – Target
Shorts – Target
Shoes - Target

Oh, I guess I can let you take a picture....

Hurry up Mom, I've got playing to do!!
Maybe if I don't look she'll go away...
just keep ignoring her, she'll stop eventually...

Fancy, Fancy, Fancy!!

So.... notice anything new??

Oh yeah, we're going Fancy around here. Get ready for LOTS of new things, big announcements and all kinds of fun stuff!! Plus the usual tons-o-pictures of the little man!!

M.I.A.

I know, it's been awhile. (sorry)

We are all doing well, just busy as can be. Greyson is quickly closing in on three, it's hard to believe. Today I tried to think back to what I was doing 3 years ago, all I could come up with is sleeping!! I slept a lot while pregnant with him, I mean a lot!! Those were the days...

He is definitely in the middle of some super growth spurt right now, for weeks he did nothing but eat, and eat and eat. Then he'd ask for a snack! The last few days he's been sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, 13 hours at night with a nice 4 hour nap in the middle of the day sleeping!! He asks to go to bed early and just heads in for his nap. It's amazing!! I keep thinking that he'll come out of his room in the morning and be 6 feet tall!! I was really hoping that last years winter wardrobe that was just a tad too big and hardly worn at all would work again this winter, but I'm afraid that he's going to get too tall...

Other than that, not too much to report.

Disney Pictures!!

We are home from Disney, where we had a fabulous time. The weather cooperated with us - yay!! There were NO crowds to speak of, it was great. We waited no longer than just a few minutes, and most times were able to walk straight on to all the attractions. We had perfect spots right in front of the castle for the nighttime spectacular parade and the "Wishes" fireworks show! It was beautiful. We also had a great viewing spot in front of the castle for the "Dreams do come True" stage show.

AND!!! I even remembered to take lots of pictures!! So with out further adieu.... the pictures.

Greyson and Buzz at Downtown Disney...

Greyson with Daisy and Donald at Downtown Disney...
Greyson with Mickey and Minnie at Downtown Disney...
Greyson with Pooh, Tigger and Piglet at Downtown Disney...
Mickey and Minnie during the show "Dreams do come true"...
Greyson driving the Race Cars!!!
Daddy holding on for dear life as Greyson zooms fast!!
Greyson rode the Downtown Disney train ride, without mommy or daddy!!
Greyson gets hugs from Mickey!!
waiting in line... (not for long though!)
Greyson calls it "Mickey's Castle!!"

Greyson and Mommy on the Magic Kingdom train...
Greyson and Daddy on Cinderella's Golden Carousel
Greyson and Daddy get ready to fly with Dumbo!!
Flying in Dumbo!! Greyson's favorite ride!!

Friday's Fashion Feature (on Sunday)

Yeah, I know... I'm 2 days late.

It's been a good but crazy week. Greyson's Papaw was admitted back into the hospital on Tuesday, but luckily he's done really well and is back at the rehab center this weekend. He's doing pretty well with his knee, we're all very proud of him. I think Greyson will be very happy when he's finally home. It still is a little hard for Greyson to see him in the bed/wheel chair. As long as everything with Bud (Greyson's Grandpa) stays stable, we'll be heading to Disney on Wednesday, so next weeks fashion feature will be late as well. We'll go down and stay through the weekend - YAY!! Greyson is very excited to go see Mickey's Castle. I'm determined to take lots of pictures this time, I always go with good intention's and then come home with only a couple. Hopefully the storms that are headed in, will not rain us out!

Hope everyone is having a fabulous weekend!!

Greyson is wearing:

Polo Shirt - Genuine Kids by Target

Khaki Shorts - The Children's Place

Leather Sandals - Stride Rite

Beautiful boy...

Monster Boy!!