Wednesday, October 7, 2015
I don't remember crying.
I was very matter of fact about it.
Something must have been wrong with it (him, I knew in my heart of hearts he was a boy).
It just didn't stick.
After months of being off birth control and desperately trying to become pregnant, at least I knew I could get pregnant.
I was 7 weeks pregnant on a Friday. By Monday, my uterus was empty.
He would have been born at the end of January, 2005.
We liked the name Otis.
We would try again.
Over the years, I've thought about that baby and what might have been. However, I could never picture him as an actual baby in Heaven waiting for me.
In 2005 we welcomed Porter, followed by Brooklyn in 2006. Our family seemed complete.
Every time I would walk by this framed picture in our house, I would think that it looked like someone was missing.
We knew there was a third child coming our way, we just didn't know when.
Along comes August.
August was the only name we picked.
We knew he would be a boy.
As he has grown, I've heard myself jokingly say many times, "It's a good thing he wasn't born first, because we probably would have stopped at one." (The kid is a handful.)
Yesterday I had this realization:
I can't picture a baby in Heaven, because he's right here.
You see, he tried to come here the first time and, for whatever reason, it wasn't his time yet. Maybe his tiny body was broken, or maybe we weren't ready for him. I don't know. But God does.
I am 1 in 4.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Nathan Randolph Barnes
AKA Daddy, Dad, Nate
Friday, January 16, 2015
AKA Spawn of Satan, Damien, Snuggers
After our beloved Mac went to doggie heaven, we decided to become cat people. Of course the adorable tiny, orange kitten we chose would turn out to be possessed. We all walk around with the scars on our calves and ankles from his unprovoked attacks. He does not enjoy being cuddled, held, or loved on. He only wants food and water from humans. We have seen him literally climb walls, raise up his back and fur over invisible beings, dive into full bathtubs, and scuffle with stuffed animals. He hides, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to walk by so he can jump out and cling to their limbs with his claws. No one wants to sleep with him because he likes to wait until you fall asleep and then bite your feet. The neighbor kids beg us to put him in the bathroom when they come to play. And yet, we love him!
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
#2 Porter Charles Barnes
AKA Pork Chop, Porky, Bro
9 years old, first born, sports enthusiast, carries the world on his shoulders, my worrier, so responsible, true Mama's boy, the kid has a six-pack, small in size, but big in heart, still thinks girls are gross, currently obsessed with football.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
#1 Brooklyn Blanche Barnes
AKA Brookie, Blanchie, Sissy, Sis
Brooklyn is the classic middle child. She's right between two boys and it's always her against her brothers, against her parents, against the world. We're really looking forward to puberty around here. She has a knack for knowing the perfect situation to say something inappropriate. She likes to reveal embarrassing things about her family to make people laugh. She has a strange obsession with bras.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
The new year is coming.
You know what that means?
Yep, I'm going to lose weight.
Or at least try.
Over the last year, I've received emails asking if I'm ever going to get back to regular blogging and if I'm still alive. Thanks for caring!
I want to!
The thing is, I'm not the same girl that started this blog in 2007, 2008, when the heck was it?
In my late 20's, I was a lonely, stay at home mom with two toddlers, and the biggest part of my week was story time at the library. I started the blog to connect with other moms, document my kiddos' lives, and have an outlet for everything I wanted to talk about. I also did a lot of crafts.
Fast forward to age 35.
I've now got big kids. As in nine years old, eight years old, and I'm back in the trenches with a three year old. I get out a lot more than just the library now. I'm also not as crafty.
My goal for 2015 is to bring back the Barnes Yard!
I feel like I need to reintroduce myself. I'm not the same mom you used to know.
This is me:
I wake up every morning with at least two children and a cat entangled around me, and want to immediately go back to sleep.
A world without caffeine would be a very scary place for me.
New flip-flops smell so delicious that sometimes I want to bite them.
My favorite binge food is Angie's Politely Sweet & Spicy Kettle Corn.
I get embarrassed for people when they spell words incorrectly.
Burlap and chalkboards should always be incorporated in decorating.
My kids drive me to the brink of insanity, but I feel sick to my stomach when they aren't within my arm's reach.
When I have an hour to myself, I can never decide if I should take a nap or do some sort of housework. I usually go with the nap.
With enough Diet Pepsi, I could rule the world, or maybe just my household.
I hate wearing socks or coats.
I should thank Jesus more often than I do.
Making lists is a favorite pastime of mine.
I love all things Housewives (except Atlanta) and hate all things Kardashian.
I often have to remind myself how lucky I am that I got to be what I wanted when I grew up.
I'm your average, obsessive, minivan driving, Mommy of three...and wife to the big Daddy that lives here.