Actor Colin Farrell Born in 1976
Actor/producer/director Clint Eastwood born in 1930
Cutiest one of all , Jacob Tyler Regish Born 2007!
(He's already got the Colin Farrell look down! Next he'll be chasing the ladies in pre-school!)
Yes somehow I've managed to keep him alive for an entire year! ( Can you believe it?)
" Hap-py Birth-day Little ma-n...hap-py birth-day to you!"
Bad idea! ( hind sights always 20/20)
Today I have been running all day, getting ready for tomorrows big road trip. We're (Yes, somehow I managed to convince/guilt the hubby into it.) going with the girls on a school field trip. We are driving 2 hours away to visit an amusement park! All parents will be driving instead of taking a bus, Thank Goodness! The trip will be bad enough traveling with just my own two, more less dealing with 30 or so others! I have tons of things to do like run all over buying last minute necessities, and pack by 6 am in the morning. So, tried and out of breath off I go run run run... (crossing my fingers & hoping we have lots of fun!)
I took KaileyShopping yesterday to pick out a new bathing suit. The thoughts of her tushie hanging out of a skin tight bikini bottom (2 sizes too small), was enough incentive to warrant
We picked out a spot out on a creek bank, other than a little wind you could say it was a perfect. Unloaded all our gear (which with a baby is like camping out, you bring everything you own!), and only stayed long enough to slather on some sunscreen and get a fishing line stuck in a tree. In less than two feet of a rocky creek branch with a rushing current, it was like fly fishing trying to keep the line from getting stuck. We knew if we stayed the day would be destined to end in tears and decided to move to a better location (a local lake)...
Notice here how everyone is so far ahead of me going to the car. That's because I'm behind toting the baby and all the gear loaded in the stroller. What you can't see in this picture is the ground is very uneven, full of high weeds, and I'm trying to push a stroller with one hand that is clearly not designed for this rugged terrain! Yet, not a care off they go...
Once at the lake we found an awesome spot with a park bench and all. The best part was we could park right at the water. (No toting, yeah!!!) The very first line Madisen threw in she caught her very first fish. In the process of taking it off the line daddy accidentaly slipped and lost the fish back in the water. (which she has yet to let him live down!)
Everything would have been perfect had the lockness monster not showed up. (my biggest fear!) About 3 feet in front of me I see a snake come charging out of the water towards me! Once he popped his head up luckily my screaming scared him back in the water. Up on top of the bench I was ready to abandon all children and run for my life. Unfortunately he wasn't scared off for good. At one point he caught a fish and was standing way up out of the water like a cobra. Holding this fish again he was heading my way! Once Jason scared him in another direction I felt safe to take a picture of him. (Safe, yet still ready to pack up and go home!)
The children were left terrified at my performance and it changed their entire outlook on fishing.
After seeing the snake Madisen's started screaming in terror "something has my line!!" (in her mind it was a snake). At that point were all yelling hurry get it , it's a Fish!! Turned out to be this tiny little 3 in fish, which to hear her tell it now it was 5 ft! 
Kailey unfortunately had many bites but didn't catch any fish. All in all there was no complaining or whining to leave, which made for a perfect time. In fact, Kailey didn't understand why we had to leave before she could catch a fish. (we stayed 4 hours!)
This was taken last summer on a day I will never forget! I took this picture as Kailey my little dare devil was riding her bike. She played this little game where she would ride as fast as she could aiming right for Jacob and I, and turn her bike at the last second to avoid hitting us. About 15 minutes after I took this picture the perfectly fun afternoon turned into a nightmare. As she zoomed way up the road past me she tried to scare Madisen on her bike doing the same thing. Only Madisen just beginning to learn to ride with training wheels, got scared and tried to move out of the way. It just so happened to be the same way Kailey turned, causing them to collide. They are both laying on the ground screaming as I ran up the hill with Jacob to get them. They are screaming, blood is everywhere and my heart felt like it would absolutely beat right out of my chest. Frantic trying to find out where all the blood was coming from, I noticed Kailey's permanent front tooth hanging down. I can not even explain the fear that rushed over my body. As I walked all three home, blood is just gushing from her mouth. Somehow I managed to remain calm, get a towel and call Jason for help. Inside I was crumbling and scared What are we going to do? There's no way they can fix this! I knew I needed to be strong for her, no matter what I felt. So, I told her it was okay don't worry we'll fix it, and anything to calm her down. All the while trying to convince myself and not cry. Minutes after Jason arrived we rushed her to the ER, and we were told there was nothing they could do, we needed to just go home and take her to a dentist the next day. As a mother I'm sure you know this answer was unacceptable. My baby was NOT just going home, blood is still gushing, she can't even close her mouth and she's in pain. (I don't think so!!) At 5:30 pm and having No family dentist all other options were just out. Desperately making phone calls I happened to reach a known Dr. in the area, whose phone line was still on. As I begged and pleaded crying for help, the Dr. without hesitation said bring her on. One hour after closing the office, he welcomed Kailey as though he had expected us all day. Taking his time all awhile comforting us, he stayed 2 hours after closing fixing her tooth. We would have never gotten through the night had it not been for him and his willingness to help. After talking to him all evening, we figured out he was a close friend to some of my family. (We live "where everybody knows your name..da da dat ta!") Even before knowing this, he treated us with great compassion. (with No insurance he even gave us a huge break on the charges) In the end after many visits, Kailey's tooth was back to normal and we were left with two mangled up bikes, and a fear of riding!*Posted for participating in* 
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Anytime you have to use the phrase "Hello, I'm talking to you!"- Your being snubbed!
Most of the time they have no reason and it just slips out like an unexpected fart. (only it stinks worse and lasts longer) Yet, there are many little words or sentences you use, in which it is also triggered.
ex; A simple answer of "No" to Anything!
"It's time to go.."
"Sorry, but we can't buy that today."
"Your not wearing that!"
How Long can I expect the attitude to last?
I love this photo, it's also a reminder of this week. I've been letting the girls help, with the planning of Jacob's up coming birthday. I was thrilled to say Yes to Madisen when she excitedly said , " Can I pick what we do for Jake's birthday?". (She's not jealous but helping out, this will be great!) That was until she said "I think Jake wants to go to the beach for his birthday!" . "LOL...I'm sure he does sweetie! It's five hours away and we know how YOU love the beach!". Needless to say she wasn't too thrilled with my answer , and now we are trying to down grade her plans.
Today was dress funky Day at school!
Yesterday after such a hard day, a little Birdie flew in my blog. While I was shooing my children the birdie thought I was shooing her and she must have accidentally dropped me this award. 
Throw some chicken nuggets out for my kids, step over me and move on to the next blog.
Two years ago the day before Mother’s Day, I was running all over town looking for a rooster. My mother has a collection of roosters in her kitchen, and I had some hair brained idea I would buy her a real one. So, after hours of searching to find one for sale (last minute’s notice) my brother and I ended up at a live stock auction in this huge barn. Now even thou they are very popular here in the south, I had never had the pleasure of attending one. (Thank goodness, what an experience) When we arrived the auction was well in progress, and up front there are these men holding up each live stock being auctioned. (bunnies, chickens, goats...) It only took minutes before the guy on the mic talking 90 miles a minute was on to the next animal. The next thing I know they are holding up two roosters in the air by their feet. My brother turns to me and says “Hurry, do you want me to bid?” I’m standing there dumb founded not knowing what to even say. (I don’t know?? I had imagined some cute rooster, not some fowl hanging upside down lifeless, as if its dead.) Before I could go over all those details in my mind it was already too late. They were finished with the roosters and said that’s all folks thanks for coming. (What the heck it’s over? But, I have No rooster!) Teary eyed and bum frazzled we left empty handed. We drove a mile down the road clueless on where to look next. It was getting late I had No mother’s day gift and no other ideas. As I complained and pouted my brother had one last bright idea. (“Let’s go back and I’ll see if I can talk to someone.”) Like a child being given into, we went back (with little hope). As we went in I just kind of stood back waiting on him to sweet talk someone into sympathy any kind for a rooster. While I’m standing there some backwoods looking woman walks up to me and just hands me a baby bird. Reluctant to handle it, she made me hold it. She says “Here take this bird home and take care of it, it fell out of the rafters” "umm…excuse me? What?? No no no I don’t think so!” After a bit of explaining, how there was no way I was taking this home, the crazy tobacco chewing broad finally moved on. Finally to my relief here came my brother. He announced best of luck this man still has plenty of roosters left from the auction come and pick one out. Thrilled to death I’m peeking through these crates that are completely filled with roosters, they have no room to move much less breathe all hunched down. Not what I was expecting but I wasn’t going to complain. Choosing a rooster I picked the biggest red one I could find. The man reaches down in the cages grabs it by his feet and tries to hand it to me. At this point I don’t think my eyes could have gotten any wider. (There was No way I was touching that thing) My brother who is used to this kind of thing just expected me to grab it and hold it all the way home. (Apparently he’s crazy!) We ended up getting a box and hauled it home. It turned out to be a big Mother’s day shocker for my mom, who was overjoyed. That was until a few days later the sedative (some one obviously had given it) wore off. We quickly realized this big red Rooster she had named ‘Roho’, was a fighting rooster!
