Oh boy, She's ME!

My mother always hoped we would all get a child that's just like us. Who knew it would really happen. Shelby is so much like Audrey, that it's like watching a re-run of an old video. She is funny, and I swear she looks just like Audrey.

I would like to say that it took me until I was older to realize I had potential to be a real smart ass. I was very shy as a kid, but in high school, the shell broke and out I came. No longer would I sit there and take crap from other people who felt so freely to dish it out. Even to this day, I have to think about what I'm going to say before I say it. I also have to consider other peoples feelings as well.

So today, Dennis was getting ready for work. I had told him that I wasn't going anywhere today because all I've done this week is run, run, run. I have a 12 hour scrapbooking event to prepare for on Saturday, and needed to get my game plan together. (NEVER walk into one of these empty handed otherwise you'll be spinning your wheels for those 12 hours!). Emily happened to be snuggling in our bed during this conversation. So today, I pick her up from school. She asks, "Did you go anywhere today?". Nope. I stayed home and did laundry all day. Then tonight I took her to dance class. While she was there, Greg and I went to Kroger, where I picked up Coffee, Milk and Cheese slices. So on the way home, she has the audacity to say, "I thought you weren't going anywhere today". If I were not driving and she were not safely buckled in the back seat out of my reach..... I would have launched that kid. I could not believe that she was questioning me on my "whereabouts".

I PROMPTLY put her in her place and reminded her that she is 7 and I am somewhere around 29. Not only do I not answer to my own parents, but I DEFINITELY do not have to answer to a 7 year old. I couldn't believe she said that. Not only that, but every time I ask her to do something, I get the standard answer, "In a minute". Tonight Emily went to bed early and without watching her shows. It was safer for her to be in her bed.

So thanks Mom. From the bottom of my heart. Too bad I didn't get one that was overly emotional as I am, but instead, a sparring partner. Terrific.

What a day...

Today started out like any other day, with the exception of a well child visit for Greg. We take them every year, just after their birthdays. Luckily for the doctor, Greg didn't receive any shots, as Greg informed Dr. Kotsonis that he would be going to jail if he did get a shot. That would have been a sight to see. Greg had worn his Police hat into the office and had his hand cups (Greg calls them cups) in his pocket. When the girl opened up the door to take us to the back, Greg promptly saluted her and without saying a word, she saluted right back! It was a very humorous visit, until Dr. Kotsonis checked Greg's tummy.

Greg has a hernia. It goes right up the center of his little belly. He's had it since birth. The doctor knew about it for the longest time, but said that by the age of 5, these things usually resolve themselves. Unfortunately, Greg's is still as large as ever. He referred us to a Pediatric General Surgeon. I already called and we have an appointment for October 5th. The surgeon literally saved Dr. Kotsonis's son Demetri a few years ago, when he was diagnosed with a Neuroblastoma on his liver. This is a highly fatal tumor, that most children do not survive. This surgeon saved Demetri's life. That was all Dr. Kotsonis had to say, and it that was good enough for me. The surgeon is way out by Royal Oak Beaumont in the professional building.

Personally, I'm having mixed feelings about this. Most of me says that everything is going to be just fine, yet there is part of me that is concerned. Anytime your child is put to sleep by medications is a risk (just read today about a 5 year old that is in a coma after a dental visit in which she was heavily sedated). I love his little tender tummy. When he was a baby, I loved to see it when it was full. Even now, I love his little belly. I love to touch it because it is so soft. I don't get to do that too much because he is extremely ticklish. I would walk through fire for my children, and to see this coming is a little bit of a blow to take. I know it could be SO MUCH WORSE. Trust me. I was thanking my lucky stars LONG before this came along.

So keep Greg in your prayers. We don't know what they are going to want to do. It's up to the surgeon. When we go on October 5th, I will be sure to post. 

A couple was invited to a swanky family masked, fancy dress Halloweenparty. The wife got a terrible headache! She told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time to be spoiled by not going. So he took his costume and away he went. The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, woke without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. As her husband didn't know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband in his costume, cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice "chick" he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his time to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. After more drinks he finally whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed. So off they went to one of the cars and had passionate intercourse in the backseat. Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away and went home; put the costume away and sat up reading when he came in. She asked what kind of time he had. "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there." Then she asked, "Did you dance much?"He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even danced once. When I got there,I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the spareroom and played poker all evening." "You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing pokerall night!" she said with unashamed sarcasm. To which the husband replied, "Actually, I gave my costume to your Dad, apparently he had the time of his life!"

WHO'S YOUR TIGER?

Can you even believe it?! For 3 years, I've been listening to Dennis on how "This is the year". For 3 years, I've been telling him he's on crack. (actually a lot longer than that). But it appears that THIS IS the year. We're so excited. I remember in 1984 when they won the world series... We lived in Hartland. My mom was in the kitchen, and Dad was in the dining room at the table. I was in the back bedroom, playing on the Commodore 64. I didn't watch the game, but my Dad went nuts when they won. He was so excited, and was woohooing like crazy. I remember it was warm in the house too, obviously fall. I was 12. Now I'm..... a bit over 12, lol. What is it? Oh yes, 29.

So let's rally our troops, put on our rally caps and show our TIGER spirit. I'm going to start wearing my Tiger Windbreaker EVERYWHERE. Our team which was the 2nd worst team in the league recently is #1. THAT ROCKS!!!

WHO'S YOUR TIGER?!

Reece Vincent Lariviere
Born September 19, 2006

I went and visited Dawn at the hospital on Wednesday. Vince and Wesley were there. Wesley is just the cutest little thing. What a ham bone, lol. Vince and Wesley left shortly after I arrived.

Dawn looked fantastic. Being that I was the only one there, I was able to hog the baby for a couple hours uninterrupted. What a sweetheart. He smells so good, and his little head was so perfectly round. He has VERY long fingers and long legs. He didn't cry at all, even when his FAVORITE Auntie Val changed his diaper. What a little sugar plum.

Dawn and Reece are home now. I talked to her today. She is doing well, but is exhausted. The baby lost a pound since birth, and the doctor was a bit concerned, but managed to gain an ounce before being discharged. She stayed up most of the night to nurse him so that he would put more weight on. I hope she gets some good rest now that she's home.