My crazy life lately

I have to laugh, it appears that I am very smitten by a certain little Jackson Gerrald Thompson. Just noticed several posts on that little doll. He has even replaced Gary Allan as my desktop background. Now, that says volumes, lol.

Our lives have been nothing short of HELL the last several weeks. I just do not understand why some humans get pleasure out of bullying others, especially their own children. If you bring a child into this world, love it, nurture it, support it, protect it. You really shouldn't have to work to protect your child from one of the people that should be most responsible for their safety. We should also live in a society that does all they can to protect our children, but folks, it doesn't work that way. The system is so full of flaws, and then they even screw that up. Then you send your precious one to a therapist for three years because she is so frightened of her father that she can't sleep and acts out. But all it takes is one visit from a womanizing, abusive bastard, and the therapist is swept off her feet. I don't get it and I never will, but I do know that there is one little girl that will be protected no matter what on earth has to be done.

My oldest grandson was diagnosed with a very rare from of infantile strep, AND mononucleosis. He has been a very sick kid, but is finally feeling some better. He did go to school today, and made it more than 1/2 way thru. It is just a slow going ordeal.

I did have a wonderful Mother's Day. Will have to take a picture of the funniest gift I got. OMG, Misty can really make me laugh. She really got me good. Joan did a great job also, gorgeous sweater that fit great, and a book I have been wanting for a while, "The Girls From Ames." Now for the time to read it.

Happy Easter

We had such a wonderful day with my family. Good Grief, we had a full house. There were 36 of us. What fun. Of course one of the main attractions was Jackson Gerrald. I can't believe how he has grown. And he slept most of the time, even though he was passed around like a platter of ham.
The man himself, Mr. Jackson Gerrald. Look at those chubby cheeks.

Jackson with his very handsome brother, Logan.

Jackson and me

Jackson and his not too proud, Pappa. Yes, this little man is so loved. We have been too long without a little baby in our family.



Speaking of ham, man did we have the food. I don't know when we have had such a luscious variety. My contributions were the ham, potato salad and a to die for Maytag Blue Cheese Dip, and potato chips. Who knew so many people liked Blue Cheese?

We were blessed with the entire family, and a few friends, which we always make room for. Just so thankful for such a special day.

My kitchen table & catchup

Jackson and Heather have been home for a few weeks. Both are doing fantastic. Heather is just not wanting to go back to work, and boy, I don't blame her. Will see them this Sunday for Easter dinner. Will have to take some new pictures. I will share a picture I stole from his uncle Scott, don't tell him.

My moms are both doing very well. Don's mom has a prosthetic leg, and can stand very well on it. That woman still amazes me, she will be 98, July 31. My mom is good. Going to cardiac therapy, and the heart is getting stronger. Thank God constantly for them both.

This is my kitchen/dining table. I have owned this table for 30+ years. I was wiping it off the other day, and thought I should take a picture of it. This table has served thousands of meals, has been the place for hours of homework, has been the surface for hundreds of board games, been the place of endless conversations, and also been the place of tons of craft projects. As you can see, there are marker, pen, water color, glue, glitter, and probably a few things I have no clue about, marks everywhere. Someone asked me a few years ago if I was going to sand it down and redo the surface when I was done with day care. My answer, NO!!!! I love looking at these marks, and feeling the bumps of dried glue. It means that little people sat and had a ton of fun. Every time I wipe it down, I smile, knowing that there were so many masterpieces created at this table.

There are also marks at the other end from the apple peeler/slicer. Many Fall days have been spent with the kids, grand as well as others, going to the orchards, and coming home and peeling and slicing juicy apples.

There have been many homemade pizza crusts rolled out on this table. Pumpkin guts cleaned out, and then pumpkins carved, right at this table. Oh, and birthday parties, yes, lots of cupcakes eaten here.

I will own this table, until I take my last breath. I am not a fancy dinner party person. Occasionally I do cover it with a table cloth. I love this table, and if I could preserve it the way it is, I would. I never want to lose these marks. It means that there has been love, laughter, memories and joy in my home. That is what every home should contain.

Joy

I remember on Oprah, several years ago, she talked about Joy. What I mostly remember is that we need to find Joy and purpose. At the time, she talked about how so seldom find true JOY!! I knew at the time, and I still do, that I do know Joy. I know happiness, as most people do. Millions of things make us happy, but what gives you true JOY?

I know that growing up very poor, I found true Joy, in a reversible purple/purple floral patterned spring coat that my mom bought me when she worked at Scudder's Dept. store. It wasn't that I didn't have nice clothes, because mom was, and still is a professional seamstress. If there was anything I needed, mom would make it, better than what could be bought in the stores. But getting something store bought, was such a joy, esp. a beautiful coat like the one I got. To this day, the thought of that coat, makes me beam.

I also know that when you are 9 years old, and you have gotten to see your grandmother, grandfather and your 10 year old aunt, every single day, and all of the sudden, you don't know when you will see them next, is the most devastating thing that can happen to you. I knew my parents were divorcing, which didn't happen in Roland, Iowa, in 1957. That was fine, because I knew mom and us kids would be safe, finally. I wasn't afraid or worried about that. But not seeing my grandparents and my best friend every day was horrid. I do remember the JOY I felt every time I got to see them, after that day we moved away. That joy was felt every time I saw my grandmother, until her death, in 1998.

Yes, I have known JOY, many times in my life. My wedding day, the births of both of my girls, the births of my 5 grandchildren, and I could go on.

Joy is truly what I felt this past weekend. Spending Sat. with Cindy, was pure joy. Cindy was engaged to my brother, Gerry, when he was killed in 1974, in an auto accident. I have always loved Cindy, but we had lost touch. We have gotten back in touch over the last month or two, thanks to the internet. She came home this past weekend, and what a joy to be with her. It has been around 18 years or so, since we have seen each other. It sure won't be that long again.

On Sunday, my daughter Joan, two of her kids and I, went to Muscatine. Joan's childhood best friend, had the ceremony to receive her Habitat for Humanity house. Val was always my other daughter, and still is. Her boyfriend and Joan had been communicating and pretty much set up the whole surprise. It was the most amazing secret/surprise I have ever been a part of. She was in total shock. Spending the day with her and her family was total JOY! Seeing her face when she realized it was us, was so priceless.

Yes, I know JOY!!! I thank God that I know it. There is so much in this universe to be thankful for, and joyfull for. It won't fall in our laps, we have to look for JOY, and we have to make JOY. When you do, nothing will ever be the same. You will never look at anything the same again.

Life's ups and downs

We went to see Jackson on Thursday. I got to hold him, and kiss him. Omg, it has been so long since I have gotten to hold a small baby, and this is the smallest I have held. He is doing very well, for as little as he is. Could he be any cuter. I don't think so.
Mommy is doing great also. She is staying at the Ronald McDonald house, so she can be close by Jackson.

Friday morning I got a call from my dad that my mom had been admitted to the hospital, again. She was complaining of her neck hurting, and just not feeling well. She is very anemic, so had to have a couple units of blood. Apparently she also had a mild heart attack. Some changes in the meds, and hopefully she will be fine. If not, then she has to have an open heart, by-pass surgery. Gosh I am a big baby and just want my mom all better.

Talked to Don's mom and she is doing great with her prosthetic leg. Able to stand for a while with no pain, a little tightness, but no pain.

Just want everyone healthy, and home.

Some new layouts

For the past month or so, I have been visiting a site, Visual Designs by Chris . Chris has files for sale for my cutter, the Craft Robo. She also gives away an awful lot of files, with your purchase. In the above layout, aren't those the cutest cupcakes, ever. Yup, one of the files I got at her site, and the work Cupcakes. These are pictures from a birthday party we had at my in-home daycare, a few years ago.



This one is Mhikealy's 6th grade picture. The stars and star frame, the number jumble, and the numbers at the bottom are all files from Chris' site. Did I say that I really love her site, and I love my Craft Robo. I have had my machine for 2 years, or more. It is fun to be using it again.

Jackson Gerrald

My nephew, Kenny, and his wife Heather, brought little Jackson into the world, yesterday. He came 6 weeks early. Heather had been having some complications, and was taken by ambulance to DM, and he was delivered last evening. He was a little 4# 7oz., and 17 3/4" long. He has lots of hair. I can hardly wait to lay some kisses and hugs on this little guy.

BTW, Gerrald was my brother's middle name. My brother was killed in a car accident Nov. 8, 1974. This is so special that this little guy carries his name.