This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Dynisha Sings


Dynisha loves to sing. She has a beautiful singing voice, too. She asked me how old you have to be to enter American Idol. When I told her that she would have to be sixteen she was sorely disappointed. I promised her that if American Idol was still going when she turned sixteen that I would take her to audition myself.

She sings in the choir at school. It seems like it's fairly active. The sang at the Knoxville Fantasy of Trees, Linda Brown Realty Open House, the Oak Ridge Tree Lighting Ceremony, and are the Oak Ridge City Christmas Parade on December 13.

I'm glad she loves to sing. I've been singing since I could talk. It gives us a common bond. I have had a great many opportunities due to my voice. I hope that she will have the same experience.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Kidisms Going Into Christmas

Christmas time seems to be teeming with kidisms. Jamie seems to come out with new things every day. I just love it. I need to be more on the ball about writing them down because I forget them when I go to document them. This time flies by so quickly. I don’t want to forget any little thing.

There’s a Progressive insurance commercial where Santa Claus goes into the Progressive office to get insurance. He has a big dog with antlers strapped on his head. When Jamie saw this commercial he said, “Silly puppy is a moose!”

There was a commercial for a Conair finger nail decorating machine of some sort on TV. It put glitter and jewels on fingernails. Jamie said that he wanted that. I told him that it was for girls and he said, “I want a boy one.”

Jamie’s new favorite phrase is, “I’m a big boy.” We got him a little white pre-lit tree for his playroom and let him decorate it himself. When he ran into a little trouble wrapping the garland around the tree I jumped in to give him a bit of assistance. He said, “You’re helping me mommy? You’re a big girl.”

Today when I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen Jamie pretended to play hopscotch on the tiles. He played hopscotch right out of the kitchen. It was really cute.

A few days ago McKalah and Hayden spent the night. After McKalah went to school, Jamie and I had Hayden all to ourselves. Jamie was kind of enamored by him. He would look at him and kiss him. He calls him “Kalah’s baby.” I asked him if he wanted a baby. He said, “Yeah, but I don’t have a baby in my tummy.”

He actually gets scared when the baby cries. It makes him jump and he gets a little panicked. “Hurry, Mommy, hurry!!!” He covers his ears and hides.

Jamie has been steadfast about his Christmas wish for Santa. He wants “animal eggs,” which is a animal matching game that has egg halves that hide the animals. It comes in an egg carton. Jamie still has an obsession with eggs. He also wants chocolate. When I ask him what else he wants for Christmas he says, “Just games.” We’ve bought four games on top of the animal egg game from Santa. We’ve picked up a few other things, too.