Jacob

My little boy.........years ago.

A long. long time ago....

A little boy blessed our home. It happened on April 28th, 1992. He wasn't such a little boy at 10 pounds 3 ounces but he sure was cute! It made my mommy heart break when they let me give him a quick kiss before running off with him to put him in the incubator on oxygen. He has brought alot of joy to the Gates' household and I wouldn't change him or the world. We love you Jacob Daniel!

That's the way I like it!

Laying all snuggly in my bed when it popped in my head.....I should fix my hubby some breakfast. Sooo, I dragged my sleepy self to the bathroom and asked him if he would eat oatmeal if I fixed it and he said he sure would. I can't believe I was able to pull it off without burning the place down since I am not a morning person. I was quite pleased with myself because while breakfast was cooking I also packed him lunch and made my hot tea. By 7:04 I had done the lunch and breakfast, showered and dressed as well as packed my stuff to go to work. Yep, hubby thinks I might be a morning person yet. I doubt it. Some things just never change. :)(:! I am slowly changing some things though. My breakfast ALWAYS includes an apple. I eat less chocolate and I try to behave!!!! Except for last night. I fixed milkshakes. I told hubby I wasn't sure I wanted one but I wanted to do something bad and that sounded like it was bad enough. I asked Seth if it made him happy when he saw me doing bad things like drink milkshakes or eat candy. The reason for asking this is because when I get rid of my last 25 pounds he is going to buy me a CRICUT cartridge!

I wonder.................

I say I am not a cat person but I find myself sitting here wondering what the vet is telling my hubby. I wish he wasn't going through this alone. I was asked yesterday if we would get another cat and the answer is "no." I have learned to like this cat but don't have any desire for another one. I suppose there have been some good times. I will miss her on some level. I know that she doesn't have a soul and when she is gone she will just be gone. I think the neighbors cat died because she had her garbage out and it smelled like something dead was in there. I wasn't unfortunate enough to be home to smell it but Jake took the trash out in the wee hours of the A.M. because he said it was stinking up our Apt. too. Poor Chompers...she was so mean to that cat. One can only wonder how he died. She used to throw stuff at it and you could hear dshes crash against the wall. My hubby said he hopes she didn't accidenly kill it with a plate or something. Only God knows how long it was dead in there. :( Who knows maybe our cat just has some sickness going on.