Monday, July 19, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Rylee is potty trained, YEAH!!! I really should say that she could have been potty trained by 11/2 if i got my lazy butt to it. She has always hated the wet and dirty diaper, but oh well. We started last Mon the 15 and by the 17 she had no more accidents. Then we were going to derricks parents Fri sat and sun and i was for sure that we would start back over. Not! she stayed dried and was waking up every morning with a dry diaper. I am amazed.It really only took 3 days to do it. She is very good at telling me when she needs to go and we are a very happy. I do really need to say thanks to the whole family because they all helped. I told the girls that when they get home from school that it was a family thing and they helped out so much.I love my girls!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
We spent time in Maryland for the new year and it snowed.This was the first time rylee has seen snow. It was so funny when she picked up the snow with her hands she did not realize that it was making her hands cold and she was screaming. Sad but funny. We did not plan on staying for the snow and last minute minds had changed and the kids were very happy we stayed. They have not seen real snow since Kentucky. We do miss the snow. The girls had a lot of fun.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009



If a funeral can be called amazing, this was it. I have always felt like I have been very patriotic, that is how we were raised. But patriotism holds a brand new meaning for me. I have a new found respect for those who serve our country. It is a selfless act that they stand there at the front line while we are at home enjoying our time, our families, and our freedoms. I heard many times this past weekend how war is a "necessary evil" and I could not agree more.
Thursday, we drove to Hills Air Force Base in Salt Lake City, UT for the ramp ceremony of the body being flown in. The only word to describe this event was "chills." We all loaded up in a small bus and drove the 2 mile road to the runway. With the Patriot Guard in attendance, there was a very quiet ceremony. Our journey back was timeless. Every man or woman in uniform that day lined the streets, saluting as we passed with the hearst. No traffic was in movement. Men and women stopped their cars and stood outside with their hands on their hearts. The bus was silenced even with children aboard and not a dry eye present. Saturday, the funeral went all too well. The burial was another chilling moment. With the Honor Guard, the 21 Gun Salute, the trumpet being played, the Patriot Guards surrounding us with flags, its almost overwhelming.
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