~*~Life as Me~*~

Has summer really started?

My days have been pretty good recently, plenty to smile about and lots to laugh at. This last few days especially. Monday we went to spend some time with Scott for his birthday, Jay and Chelsea joined us too so it was great having us all together again. The weather was still hot, the pub garden we sat in was nice and Charley got to see some fire engines. Jay and Chelsea took him to the fire station but there weren't any in the station for him to see but he enjoyed looking around all the same. I forgot to get photos though, we were too busy chatting and laughing and my brain capacity {especially when over heated} is limited. 11pm we got back, we had to take a detour in Clevedon though cos I hadn't put enough diesel in the car, which was its own issue anyway as before I set off I went to fill up, got to about £10 and realised that I hadn't transfered any money between my accounts! Thankfully the woman in Tesco knew me and let me go back {as opposed to leave the kids for down payment!} so off I scooted back home, done the bank thing, went back and finally we got on the motorway. Just cruising along I get comfy, settle in to singing along with the radio and realised i'd left my drink in the hall at home. Well I wasn't going back now and I wasn't stopping again! I drink a lot and always have a drink on the go so this was a big deal for me. Thankfully there was no disaster at the pub, they had plenty of J2o's in :) So, on our way back, I remembered that I hadn't finished filling up back at Tesco and the light beeped. I was ok for a few miles so I didn't panic too much, then I saw the sign for the next services, something like 12 miles and that was more than my reserve so then I did panic! A fervent prayer, lots of begging and willing the car to not give up on me I eventually got off at Clevedon, two nice girls pointed me in the right direction and all was well. Now just to find the motorway again. All I will say is Clevedon looks ok in the dark!!!

Yesterday we went to Weston-Super-Mare, we walked in the muddy sand, took a few pictures, walked the whole length of the promenade, debated who might be inside the v.i.p car on the wheel and ate ice cream before chips. Charley took his flip flops off and ended up banging his big toe up while hopscotching. Looks pretty nasty but once we washed it it was ok enough for him to walk again. Jake tried to climb through all the little holes in the wall between the path and the sand, if Kirsten hadn't pulled him back I think he'd have got stuck! Stupid dog!! :)

We saw more short skirts that looked like belts than what New Look have in there whole range. Each time I saw one I would look at Kirsten, she would say 'yeah I know, dont get ideas else you'll torture me'!! I think she's got the hint! :) Charley's white t-shirt lasted as long as it took him to get out the car! Ice cream, juice and whatever else disguised him well, in fact when I cleaned him up before coming home I wasn't totally convinced I had the right kid! However I was releived to find that I had, so no police chases on the way back :)

Fed up of typing now so i'm going to post a few photos:

This is what Weston looked like when we left....we sat for ages just watching and admiring it:



Before long this was my kids:

Only one thing was missing, but thats for me to know! ;) Other than that it was a totally awesome few hours. However, after a shower I found that I had a choice to make, either return the beach which had somehow got into my hair or offer some contribution towards council tax, there was THAT much of it on me alone! For the first time in ages I was awake with the pain in my knee, it was horrendous and I was on the verge of tears. It hasn't been this painful for quite a while. Eventually by the 2nd lot of painkillers it settled down and I dozed off about 3am! 7.30 alarm was NOT welcome I kid ya not! Hopefully the knee surgeon on Monday will be able to recommend an alternative to co-codemol as my gp suspects so just waiting for the appointment now.

Enough waffle, its another warm day and we are off to do some shopping! :)

~*~Debs~*~

Happy Birthday

19 years ago today, right this minute, 08.10, Friday 1st June 1990 I gave birth to a perfect little baby boy. Now I am watching him grow into a wonderful young man who has a good grip on life, good morals, a heart of gold and a humour that will beat mine any day. His passion for his future has earned him a place in Birmingham University where I know he will achieve all he sets out to do. I say that based not only on my biased opinion but on what his college tutor has told me too.

Lets go back a bit...

The evening before, I was working through finishing up some knitting, jumpers for Jay that I wanted him to wear when he came to see his new baby brother/sister for the first time. I was watching Beauty and the Beast with Linda Hamilton, it was after 1am and I was happy playing the granny on the sofa in front of the box! I was determined to finish up this cute little jumper before I went to bed. All this sitting was making my back sore, by 5am I was in the bath, my back was aching much more but I couldn't sleep. At 6am I woke up Jaymie, got him washed and dressed, packed a lunchbox for him and dressed myself. It was light outside and rather warm so Jay and I paced the driveway until I saw signs that my neighbour was awake. Just 5 minutes later Mr Chetter came out, saw us and simply said 'labour?' I nodded and he took charge! He almost run round to grab my bag, Jay's lunchbox and the keys, locked up and carried Jay to his car. Mrs Chetter called my dad who then started the chain message through my family. By 7.50am I was lay on the examination table, had my waters broken and taken to delivery room. Just 20 minutes later I was holding a perfect little baby in my arms! Ok little isnt the word, he had to come out yard by yard he was so long and skinny!
My dad was the first to arrive, Mr and Mrs Chetter were outside with Jay till my Mum got there. Dad came straight to me and kissed me like I was a china doll, his face went white, he'd never seen me look so rough and it scared him. He handed me a piece of paper folded up, asked what I'd had then told me to look on the paper. In shakey handwriting he'd written 'boy, my second grandson'. A tear came to my eyes, my lovely dad was just so overwhelmed at having two grandchildren he'd never stopped talking about Jay or the baby on the way. Then he went to meet the baby with no name. Now HE cried, so I cried, he cried some more, and so did I. I love my dad!!
Then my mum walked in. My brother and sister too, they went straight to the baby while mum came to hug me. This is how the next 2 minutes went:

Mum: Oh i'm sorry darling, it'll all be over soon.
Me: mum i've had him
Mum: I know, it'll be over soon
Me: Mum! I've had him
Mum: Just a bit longer, it'll be over soon
Me: MUM! I'VE HAD HIM

At which point she stood up, stared at me and said 'What?' I pointed to my dad who at this point had walked over with the baby in his lap ready to give him to his nanny. The look on my mum's face was priceless, and we all laughed our hearts out! Well not me, I was still a little sore!

It took 11 days for a name to stick. I wanted Liam, then Leon, then Connor, then Shaun, then Alex, then, then, then but my parents disliked them all! I'm not sure why I listened but I did, I guess I wanted them to be part of the baby as much as they were with Jay. In the end I told them to choose a name cos they were driving me nuts! On the 11th day I heard them talking in the kitchen, i need to say at this point that my parents were divorced long before this and were still friends, so there they were, talking about their grandsons name over a cuppa coffee and i'm just sat there in the next room watching my sister, 7 years younger than me learn how to be a mummy, and judging by how she was holding it, a perfect one at that!

Then I heard the word, 'Deal, thats sorted then' before I was told that they'd agreed on the name Scott.

At this point I didn't mind, I was into Neighbours and Jason Donovon who played Scott Robinson was pretty darn cute but the problem was Des and Daphne had a baby called Jamie and I just knew that the teasing would begin.

It wasn't so bad in the end. Scott suited him. It still suits him.

He's been an honorary artist in his school, recommended for art classes at the age of 5 and been described as the child who is 'in the right place at the right time doing the right thing with the right person' throught his primary school life. He's still that kinda person now, and he's one awesome young man that i'm so very proud of.

Scott made us a family the day he was born, a family that would be indestructable. We've had our life challenges over the years but we have always stood together, even if we disagree, we are one, noone can come between us, noone.

Each of my kids have a song dedicated to them, wanna hear Scotts?

Happy birthday Scott, I love you so much and am so very proud of the person you have become.

Love Mum
xXx

10 things i'm grateful for today

grat⋅i⋅tude –noun

the quality or feeling of being grateful or thankful: He expressed his gratitude to everyone on the staff.

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Origin:
1400–50; late ME < ML grātitūdin- (s. of grātitūdō) thankfulness, equiv. to grāt(us) pleasing + -i- -i- + -tūdin- -tude

Synonyms:
thanks, thankfulness, appreciation, gratefulness.

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1. I get woken up every morning to the biggest hugs and sweetest kisses
2. Kirsten has the most amazing sense of humour, no matter how busy/stressed I am
3. My boys always remember to call/text me
4. The gospel is the best protection i've ever had in my life, even when things get tough
5. Charley knows the alphabet all the way through without any help or pauses
6. I have been invited to write for some awesome people
7. My friends never seem to fail when I need them most, especially when they dont know I need cheering up
8. I might have a dodgy knee/hip but I am still very mobile
9. Chocolate chip tracker bars
10. Spell checker!!

~*~Debs~*~