tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74073973103214157802012-02-17T17:06:50.467-06:00Jayceenoreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-91795847241996212252011-02-13T22:08:00.002-06:002011-02-13T22:13:52.795-06:00

Hey you. You in admin... yeah you. You know who you are!!I adore you.I don't know what you did to my husband's hours.... that made you feel bad.... and prompted you to make these....I don't know what you did... but feel free to do it again.Mmmmmm.....

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-19261163626030117082010-10-20T15:48:00.001-05:002010-10-20T15:50:54.853-05:00

Blog world, I haven't really been writing many blogs here lately. I've been writing them more in my facebook notes. But get ready, I'm starting again!!I just have to write on this morning...I know alot of times you guys get tired of hearing my rants about how God has touched me in my life. Well, shame on you, that's the devil! Rebuke him!! Lol. Bet you didn't see that coming. =)Anyway, here's

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-25588202810521237572010-10-07T14:54:00.003-05:002010-10-07T15:20:29.479-05:00

My kids new bedtime prayer goes a little something like this:Now I lay me down to sleep (slight giggling starts)....I pray the Lord my soul to keep (giggling gets slightly louder)....If I should DIAPER (uncontrollable laughter begins).And then we attempt to finish the prayer twenty mores times before mommy just gives up, and says it for them.*Oh, the prayer really goes like this (minus the

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First, let me start off by saying that on 2-22-2010, I accepted Christ into my life. I have been washed of my sins and born again!! Praise God!! I love the Lord, and do all that I can to live by His word. I have angels in heaven that I need to get to! !I'm finding that another part to living right, is much cleansing has had to be done. Some things that I loved before, I can no longer do. It is no

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-71501703595658711052010-03-17T17:46:00.005-05:002010-03-17T17:57:21.153-05:00

Finally someone understands me. Finally. Thank you, Devin. I love you son.And just when I think I can get some sympathy from one of my kids, that same kid goes and does this...

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...I mean because afterall, here lately, he's been the star.Devin... sweetie... I know that you really want bunkbeds. But this is ridiculous.

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-67314673337482215462010-02-01T15:14:00.008-06:002010-02-01T16:55:37.359-06:00

I did a newborn photoshoot not long ago... Oh, did I forget to mention I do photography? I think I did. Go check me out:Jaycee Mills PhotographyBe nice!Anyway, as I was saying, I did a newborn shoot not long ago for a wonderful couple, Erin & Michael . When we were all done, Erin handed me (what I consider better than money), a plate full of chocolate. Not just any chocolate... Brownies. Erin,

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Today I have proven that fat girls can run, too. And I mean hustle. Of course I did not do this by my own free will. It was adrenaline induced. Why? Oh, I'll tell you why. Devin came up missing. Missing, I tell ya. Gone. As in under no bed, in no bathroom, in no closet, not in the backyard, not in the front yard. Doors were locked still. Windows are shut. Where in the hell is my kid? Fear sets in

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-36355982472607387492009-10-09T14:08:00.003-05:002010-10-20T16:35:35.765-05:00

Man, it has been a while since I've written on here. Time has really gotten away from me. I'm starting back now. And why not with a nice, depressing story for you all. Lol - sorry. So, yesterday was a rough day for me. I had written about it here, but not published it. Now I guess I will, because afterall, writing is my therapy. Get yer snot rags out.You know, for the most part, when it comes to

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Yep, it's happened. A hundred things have happened around the house this week, and the words just won't come out to tell you about it. So, then why is it that I can write this blog to tell you that I can't find the words to write other blogs? Great, I just confused myself.And that's it... blog-stipated. Cause now I don't know what to write on this blog. So I'll be back soon. For now I'll finish

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-32648603242087208842009-03-05T20:29:00.002-06:002009-03-05T22:23:50.989-06:00

So, after Morgan's ballet class, she and I did some shopping around town today. This includes the Mall, Target, Toys R Us, and the grocery store. This trip quickly reminded me why I do not frequent these places. Especially with a child in tow. Today also reminded me of why I do not carry a gun. I found myself quickly frustrated and ashamed to be part of the human race. Yes, it was THAT bad. Some

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So, I'm a little emotional today. It probably wasn't a good idea to read blogs of other people's losses. It only reminded me of my own personal hurt. I guess now, while I'm already upset, would be a good time to tell you about my Jayden. Our Jayden.In an earlier blog I briefly stressed to you the importance of having a second opinion if your child has reflux. But I never got to go into detail why

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-91019808086642248102009-02-24T19:50:00.003-06:002009-02-26T16:12:08.662-06:00

God Bless the person that invented gel.

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-59066272808311891192009-02-22T23:11:00.000-06:002009-02-22T23:31:22.641-06:00

... unless, your mommy just tore your butt up for laying on your bed, and spitting it into the air, just so it can fall back down and hit you in the face.

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-30206475053477759782009-02-21T08:39:00.000-06:002009-02-21T09:45:15.948-06:00

THIS is a nightmare. I can sum up potty training in one word: SUCKS! I've been going at it super hard & about to flip my lid. (Oh my gosh, I am saying things my grandma would say.) The boys are so freaking hard headed. Now, going in, I knew they would be the hardest. But geez, not THIS hard! Kyle won't set foot near the potty. But he's the sweetest little thing at refusing. I'll tell him, "Come

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-3400643213860831522009-02-11T09:43:00.000-06:002009-02-11T09:46:42.887-06:00

You know how monkeys like to pick up their own poop an throw it? So does Devin.

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Grocery shopping is a chore. And I hate chores. Always have, always will. But grocery shopping for my gang is not just a chore, it's hard labor. Even when I'm just making the list. Because all week long I think, I need this, I need that, and run to hurry and scribble it down. Only to discover my 14 yr. old has taken it off the fridge, because she's obsessed with having bare doors. She also can't

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-45688379868248758452009-02-08T20:43:00.000-06:002009-02-09T01:44:57.745-06:00

A very rare occasion happened today. Morgan and Devin took it upon themselves to sit on the potty today. Big deal, right? Yes it is! I have been trying to get these kids in some undies for months now. Man, I've tried it all. Videos, stickers, candy, and even bribes. Nothing. So I stuck a potty in the living room. Maybe if they see it, they'll play with it, learn it, and like it. So today, I was

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-31779529014251599602009-01-31T21:01:00.000-06:002009-02-02T16:30:13.220-06:00

... in the truck ever again. Ever. Eva, eva, eva, eva again. Today I had to detail my truck, before I took it to get detailed. Yes. It was that bad.

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-38173208277783022692009-01-28T21:11:00.000-06:002009-01-29T09:15:06.658-06:00

So, the boys were gone with Grammy. That leaves me sweet Morgan. I was enjoying the silence & reminiscing of how great it was to have ONE child. When suddenly, I realized, it's too quiet. In the next room, I find Morgan sitting on the floor with her blankie. "What are you doing?" Her response was, "No mommy." Red flag. Then I realize she's hugging that blankie awfully tight. And why does this

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-12427912447843042522009-01-28T14:19:00.000-06:002009-01-29T11:03:42.567-06:00

If your observant, you may have noticed below that my story is about my quads. Yet, only triplets are pictured. Let me go ahead and fill you in on that real quick. I don't wanna confuse you. One of our quads, Jayden, passed away at four months old. Due to complications from acid reflux. I'll get into that story another day. Today, I'm happy. I'd like to stay that way.*Parents - If your baby has

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-38903290707727216802009-01-28T10:43:00.000-06:002009-01-28T17:13:14.568-06:00

Well, I guess before I get into this blog too deep, I better tell ya who I am. Oh, and I suppose you'll wanna see the kiddos I rave about 24/7. Okay, first, here's a picture of my bambinos. That way you can Ooo & Aah as you read along.From the top we have Blas who's 11. We call him "Boy". Because I hate his name. Long story. Next to Boy is Celeste. Who just turned 14. Someone mistakenly told her

Jayceenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7407397310321415780.post-16145558207938770672009-01-27T23:27:00.001-06:002009-01-28T00:23:30.721-06:00

No, seriously, I'm asking you, where do I begin? I'm new to this blogging stuff. I have no earthly idea what I am doing. So, please excuse me if I am a complete idiot for the time being. Feel free to jump in and school me if you need to! I've been stuck on myspace for the last two years and finally decided to wander out, and see what else the web world had to offer. Boy, do I regret it. So many

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