Saturday, August 25, 2012

Dylan turns FIVE!

This one's a bit long, but I think you'll enjoy the read :)

I could tell the moment I was pregnant.  I stood in the shower and said....TJ, I think I'm pregnant, I feel pregnant.  Didn't need a test, but you know just for kicks took one and yup I was.  We went through a crazy rough pregnancy with Peyton and were a little afraid of jumping on that roller coaster again, but the wheels were in motion and so it began....the little man that would steal my heart.

He came 3.5 weeks early, felt him stretching in my belly at about 5:30am, must've been a good one cause he broke my water.  I was wide awake with deer eyes thinking....did I....WHOA, bathroom!  Got myself together and trying NOT to freak my husband out, crept over to his side of the bed and in a whisper and gentle touch said...."honeyyy, um...I need you to wake up, my water broke".  I'm pretty sure his feet never hit the floor, because he was dressed before I could say, "but don't rush, I'm sure it'll be a while".  Papa was there in a lickity split from Washington to watch Peyton and I was sitting in the truck beginning to experience the contractions and hoping I could get to the hospital in time for an epidural.  

Too late...As I lay there screaming for an epidural, ready to rip the closest bystander's head off if I could just get close enough, I'm told the anesthesiologist was going to go do a "scheduled C-Section" first and then would come see me.  Anyone else see the problem here?  I'm in ACTIVE, PAINFUL labor and the Gate-Keeper wants to handle a scheduled C-Section, a woman in absolutely no rush or pain, before me!  Lovely.

Every noise began to irritate me to no end.  My Step-Dad, John, was in there and talking up a storm with everyone and finally I could hold it in no more.  SSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!  and the room fell silent.  Pretty sure it wasn't from the "shh", but more from the look on my face of:  if you don't shut that whole in your face I'm gonna go postal on you. 

When the Anesthesiologist FINALLY arrived, I was....well, did you ever see the movie Aliens with Sigourney Weaver from the 80's, she played Ripley?  Remember the part where the Mom Alien is standing beside Ripley's face and she very slowly opens her jaws, you see about 45 slimy fangs and as she hisses out comes another smaller set of jaws that creep slowly next to Ripley's face and you know the Alien wants to kill her, but Ripley has something the Alien needs so she doesn't...well I was that Mom Alien and if his slow self didn't stab me with an epidural immediately, I couldn't be held responsible for my actions.  

Trying desperately to keep my composure so he didn't feel the need to go even slower, I finally got my shot.  Unfortunately it only numbed half my body and Dylan wasn't waiting any longer.  It was pushin time.  

He was born on August 26, 2007 and came out screaming...and peeing!  I don't mean a little trickle either, we're talking Mach 4 Super Soaker, get your rain gear peeing!

They laid him on my belly and I swear there's still pee on the ceiling from that kid.  Took him over to the weigh table...still peeing.   Covered him with a blanket for a few seconds, picked up the blanket for a little peek...nurse is lucky she still has that eye, still peeing, took him to the nursery and was still peeing down the hallway.  That kid was holding it for 9 months, I can't hold it for 5 minutes before I start eyeing the bushes.  Can't imagine his relief, poor fella!  ....Actually I can, drove from Greenville to Raleigh for a Brad Paisley concert after a few drinks and  an hr & a half, that port-a-john never looked so good.

And so there he was, my little rag doll.  Tiny little thing weighing 6lbs 1oz, not big as a minute.

I'd spend the next few weeks with him glued to my chest.  Couldn't put him down and didn't want to.  I knew he'd be my last and well, those moments you just can't get back.  So what if he got spoiled, so what if I couldn't put him down without him crying for hours on end because he wanted to be held.  Didn't care.

So tomorrow, my baby boy reaches a milestone...he turns the BIG FIVE!  We celebrated with the family today at Pizza Inn and he got everything on his wish list.  Spoiled little rascal (makes me smile).  He's incredibly funny, as fast as Dash on The Incredibles and he's part Ninja (they don't call him Black Sky for nothin...or so he says).  He's growing into a handsome little man.  Got several girls already flirting with him.  Yesterday he said one of them kissed him under the slide on the playground, but then broke up with him and is now dating his friend.  He's glad, said at least now he doesn't have to worry about getting kissed anymore cause "it's creepy".  Welcome to the world of women my little man.....a world where you'll never come close to understanding us or figuring us out, but you're sure gonna love us.

Happy Birthday my sweet boy, I am so honored to be your Mom.

Brad Paisley or bust!

It's been a long time since I've last gone to a concert...come to think of it, before I had children so that's more than 7 years ago & that was a Dave Matthews one...Love me some Dave!

A threat of rain wasn't about to stop us...and it definitely wasn't going to keep me from wearing my new boots!  We shine up fairly well, wouldn't you say?


Then along came Brad Paisley, a group of great friends and some cold Corona...great combo for a great night!  If its one thing you have to do it's go to a concert in a Limo, wayy cool!  Plus you can pack a cooler and stop at Bojangles and REALLY turn some heads (note to self, you can get GRILLED chicken there, but it takes forever.....right Greg?)!   It's like a rolling tailgate party and you don't have to worry about driving. So, go big or go home and das how we roll!

The whole ride there was full of chatter about everything under the sun, a little spiking of drinks when people weren't looking (note to self: Tonya has eyes in the back of her head), a bit of business talk for a milla-second and of course picture taking (some deletions and retakes of course).  Not to mention Boom Boom Pow came on and of course everything good happens with that song, so I knew for sure we were in for a great night.

We met up with some ECCATS Staff (can't have a good time without them of course)!  Got me some Stephanie time:

Got a few smooches in with my squeeze, Matt:  Okayed by the man of course:

A lot of dancing, singing and even played a little Sippy Dippy (betcha don't know what that is...unless you're in college which I'm not and needed a little educating.  No pics on that LOL, but it did involve a flask :) Even got asked to dance by a Marine from Nebraska, the two step at that!  I kept up well given I spent from about the ages of 15 to 20 perfecting it....and yep that was okayed by the man as well (I felt hawk eyes on me the whole time and thank goodness the guy was a true southern gentleman and behaved...pretty sure TJ would've turned Hulk in .03 seconds flat if given the chance).

What a GREAT GREAT night.  I definitely needed it and was so glad to spend it with a great group of people!  Thanks a bunch Tonya, Chris, Christy, Greg, Bobbie, Bryan, Trellis (the driver), Stephanie, Trey, Warren, Matt, Andrea, Adam, Kim & Jessica for showing a girl a good time!  We will kick it again soon!

The End...or actually, just the beginning...stay tuned.
(PS - a special shout out to my Mom for watching the kids, YOU ROCK!)

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Chicken's are Escaping!

I'm sure I won't blog on a daily basis, but I definitely will when my kids have hilarious conversations or do fun things!

We live out in the sticks aka the country.  While driving the kids to school in the mornings we can get into some pretty funny conversations. Typically my radio is off just so I can hear the conversations between Peyton & Dylan and record them in my mind.

This morning, on our drive we passed by Lee's Country Kitchen.  Right beside that little country store is a field of horses and they have some other farm animals such as chickens.  Today, the chickens were out of the fence and standing beside the road.  This was our conversation:

Peyton:  They need to fix that fence so the chickens won't get away!

Me:  Why do you think they are escaping?
Peyton:  Well, it's probably boy chickens trying to get away from the girl chickens.
Dylan:  Yea, and because the girl chickens want to kiss them.

Me:  Why do you think they want to get away from the girl chickens?
Peyton:  Probably because they have eggs and the boys don't want to help with them
Dylan:  I bet the girl chickens are mad!
Peyton:  I know they are, they're screaming at them to "COME HELP WITH THESE EGGS!"

Me:  OMG I'm so glad I started a blog!

I think my life is a cartoon.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Random thoughts of a Sawyer kid

On the way to school this morning Dylan says, "I'm not going to listen to the Government or the Devil cause they want you to drive tiny cars!

Peyton said, "Yea, like that guy right there" as she points to a large man driving a tiny smart car the size of a hot wheels car!


Dylan gets ready for Kindergarten!

I don't know about you, but I don't like telling my kids too far in advance that they are going to the Drs. for shots.  So, this morning Dylan found out when we got there.  He did great with the check up, eye & ear exams.

He liked that he's grown and weighs almost 40lbs!

He likes Mr. Joe too, we always get him and he's "cool". 

BUT he was not thrilled about the shots.  However, he took it like a champ really.  You could tell he was nervous, but for the most part was a rock star!  He asked if TJ would cover his eyes for him so he didn't have to see.  So, first was the finger prick....little flinching, but not so much that he wouldn't stop watching Pheneas and Ferb.  Second, to the thigh.  He sucked in air, but was happy to get the Snoopy bandaid.  Third, to the right arm.  Again he sucked in air, didn't give a flip about Pheneas and Ferb anymore or the stupid bandaid.  Last, the left arm...the stinger.  Brought tears right away and he was NOT happy with anyone.  After the nurse left he said, "I'm not impressed"!  LOL!

But, he got a red Popsicle and that always makes things better, doesn't it?  My boy did much better than I...can't stand a needle! So, my boy starts Kindergarten this year, totally surreal.