Tuesday, August 31, 2010

All of us in Michigan

When the 2 1/2 weeks were up, we went to get our boys. It was actually a three purpose visit. One, to get the boys, Two, to drop off the younger boys, and three to go to the annual Ayers Family reunion (Eric's mom's side).

We went to this awesome water park on Friday called Thunder Falls, and boy did the kids have a blast...okay, and the adults.

Saturday was the reunion,

We also did a little four wheelin' in the SUV while we were there. The kids were taking turns sticking their heads through the sunroof. There were some major puddles, and we were splashing our way through them. A couple of times the kids got sprayed with mud. Talk about fun!

Monday, August 30, 2010



I realize that it's bad for children to jump on furniture. Yes, I realize that kids should not do this. Yes, I know that it makes leather furniture get saggy when kids jump on it.
But.....they were having so much fun. Who would have thought that running toward the couch, jumping on the ottoman, and flipping on the couch could be so fun?

Michigan w/ the older boys

Allrighty, everyone. I'm trying to get caught up on the past month 1/2, and here goes nothing:
Eric's parents came down on Fourth of July weekend. One, they wanted to see the awesome fireworks! Two, they wanted to steal my boys. They stole the older boys and kept them for about 2 1/2 weeks. After the first week of adjusting, the boys had a blast. They went to a fish hatchery, some water parks, Call of the Wild, and a whole slew of other things. My awesome Mother-in-law took pictures of all the stuff for me because she knows I'm a picture fiend. They had a blast, and of course, didn't want to come home. OH, and you have to know that they became fans of the TV show MONK while they were there. Big FANS! That's all I heard about while I was on the phone with them. Shoot, they're still talking about it!
The sand dunes
Mackinac Bridge

The mirrow house

Thunder Falls

Fish Hatchery

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Happy Birthday, Klaire

Better late, then never, right? It's sad, but I'm finally getting around to posting Klaire's b-day pictures along with her 12 month picture by the doll! Her birthday was the 31st. Remember she was a booger and couldn't wait till August like her momma wanted. Anyways, Grandma Alma and T-rex were here for her birthday. Here's us celebrating at IHOP. Then in the evening we had her cake and presents!

Here's the big girl at 12 months! (really, about 12 1/2 months, but who's counting?)

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Today was a rough day. I took my mom to a couple of doctor's appointments today. One to check on her arm from when she broke it a while back. Two to see the neurologist, and three to take a driving evaluation test. One good doctor's visit out of three ain't bad, right? Unfortunately for my mom it was. At the neurologist, they gave a simple test to which she didn't do too hot. Then at the driving evaluation test, she did even worse. It's so hard to see her struggling with her memory so much. It's gotten a lot worse in the past year. She didn't pass her driving test which really is an answer to prayer because we didn't want her to be driving and get hurt or much worse to hurt someone else. Michael (my brother) and I had decided to leave it in God's hands. If she passed, then God knew what He was doing. We were pretty sure she wouldn't pass, but the finality of her not passing is kinda like a smack in the face. Frankly, this whole day was like a smack in the face. It's hard watching someone you love deteriorate, and there's nothing you can do about it. Yes, I know we can pray, and we do. But a Dementia/Alzheimer's diagnosis doesn't usually get healed, it just gets prolonged. Grant it, God can do a miracle, but for some reason I don't see Him doing that here.

I'm just rambling here now because I don't know what else to do. She thought the year was 2013. That's three years away! That was one of the questions on the neurologist test. What's the year?

I wish I didn't have to take her to the doctor. I wish someone else would. Isn't that selfish? She sacrificed so much for me over the years, I should want to take her. And I do, but I also don't because it just a constant reminder that she's not getting better, and it just hurts. It hurts so bad! I want her to know all my kids name's without having to stop, stare, and think what their names are. I want her to be able to drive and come see us at our house. I want her to be the Grandma that I know she would be if this STUPID disease didn't start taking over her mind. I know that God doesn't give us anything that we can't handle, but sometimes, it feels like He really pushes the limits. This is hard. That reminds me of a song.

You turn the key

Then close the door behind you

Drop your bags on the floor

You reach for the light

But there's darkness deep inside

And you can't take it anymore

'Cause sometimes living takes the life out of you

And sometimes living is all you can do

Life is hard, the world is cold

We're barely young and then we're old

But every falling tear is always understood

Yes, life is hard, but God is good

You start to cry'Cause you've been strong for so long

And that's not how you feel

You try to pray

But there's nothing left to say

So you just quietly kneel

In the silence of all that you face

God will give you His mercy and grace

Jesus never said It was an easy road to travel

He only said that you would never be alone

So when your last thread of hope

Begins to come unraveled

Don't give up, He'll walk beside you

On this journey home and He knows

Life is hard, the world is cold

We're barely young and then we're old

But every falling tear is always understood

Yes, life is hard, but God is good.

Yes, Life is hard, but God is good. I need to thank Him every day for my mom. He gave me a mother that loved me even though I was filled with imperfections. I was a pain in the rear most days as a child (and now), but she loved me unconditionaly. She was my best friend through most of my life. She gave up so much for me. She was a great example of a Mother's love to me. I'm not even half the mother that she was/is.