I don't know where she gets it...

Last night was no different from other nights during our bed time routine, "I don't want to go to bed, the vent is scary, I am not tired, I need water, I need a blankie, I need my lovie..." 

BUT...

As she was drifting off to sleep she was going through the alphabet and singing the song and then going back and saying all of the sounds. It is crazy...I teach kindergarten and more than half of my class does not know this! And please don't think I am a crazy mom trying at times to quiz her, it is all her doing. I am afraid she is really growing up.

NOT TO MENTION...

any chance she gets she shows her muscles in her arms and declares that she is growing getting so big, "feel my arms" I am strong.

Take 5 Tuesday

5 of your favorite recipes (both to cook/bake and eat)
1.white cake with white frosting
2. Chicken Parmasean
3. home made chocolate chip
4. Pork chops in the crock pot
5. Home made pizza (dough from the bread maker)

5 things that have made you laugh lately
1. Madison telling me that she is good girl and don't good girls get chocolate milk with dinner
2. ~
3. ~
4.~
5.~

5 things you would do if you were fearless
1. Jump out of an airplane
2. get a tatoo
3. gamble
4. ?
5. ?

5 things in your bedroom
1. t.v.
2. toys from Madison
3. dresser/chest of drawers
4. bed
5. DVD player

5 things you can’t replace
1. the computer
2. Madison
3. Scott
4. Family
5. Friends
(not specifically in that order) :)

rough

I wish things were getting easier...but not so much...one day at a time.

reading

I have been reading a lot of bulletin boards/blogs about others going through this horrible event, although it doesn't make it easier, at least I don't feel alone.
Please pray for Scott and I to make it through this trying time.
It really sucks.

Thought for the night

After a miscarriage, you grieve for a person you never knew, and for a relationship that ended before it really began. You grieve not for a person who has lived and died but for an unlived life. You grieve for the loss of your future as the parent of the baby who has died. You are sad not just because of what you have lost but because of what will never be.