TGIF...

Thank God it is Friday!!! So I watched ER last night. For those of you who watched, you will know what I am talking about. I sat here and just bawled through the entire episode. Talk about a show hitting close to home. Watching your brother die...that has to be the worst thing in the whole world. Two years later and it still feels like it was yesterday. I don't understand why. Why did Eddie have to leave? Will I ever be ok with it? Will it ever get better? Everytime I look at my baby, I think to myself...Eddie Boy will never meet his Tio. How bad does that suck? He will never hear his Tio laugh or see him smile, or even have the chance to play with him. my baby is named after my brother, and the funny thing is, I cannot call him "Eddie", because my eyes tear up. I have to call him "Eddie Boy".

On another note, I look so forward to Fridays. That means that Saturday is coming up and I get a couple hours to myself. No kids. Not that I don't love my kids, I do. they meant the world to me. I don't work, so I am home all day, everyday with them. My choice, I know. Sometimes moms need a break.

Today at my kids school was Constitution Day. Before school started all of the kids gathered around the flag pole for a ceremony which was dedicated to the United States. Songs were sung about the Declaration of Independence, some of the kids learned the pledge of allegiance in sign language, and some speeches were given. The Junior ROTC was there from Rancho Verde High School and some current and retired service men. At the end of the ceremony the ROTC released red, white, and blue balloons into the sky. The kids were told to send good thoughts to those over seas, and the balloons were symbols of their thoughts. The song "Proud to be an American" was playing as the ballons soared into the sky. There was a little talk of 9/11 because one of the teachers who served in Vietnam, was living in New York at the time of the attack. Plus, the Admin Asst's husband was working in the Pentagon when it was attacked. It is strange how 7 years has passed, and just the thought of that awful day still brings tears to my eyes. Trying to explain to my 8 year old why I was crying is not so easy. I can remember every detail about that day as if it were yesterday, yet I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning. All in all it was a beautiful ceremony. If I see a soldier walking by me, I sure as heck make an effort to thank him for his time and service. My husband was a Marine, and I thank God that his time in the service was done before our soldiers were deployed.

Finally peace and quiet

YAY...I finally got the two little ones to sleep. Gianna, my two year old threw the biggest fit because at 8:30 she wanted to watch Dora the Explorer. I told her Dora was sleeping, and she screamed for about 45 minutes. If you only knew her you would understand. People say the third child is usually the most difficult. They have a mind of their own, and they want what they want. Very obstinate. You know the cliche "Looks may be deceiving" or "don't judge a book by its cover"? Well both of these apply to Gianna. She is as cute as can be, but boy does she have a stubborn streak. Poor kid is in for it seeing as her father and I are both very stubborn and hard headed as well. When she wants to be sweet, she is as sweet as chocolate.

AAHHHH!

Ok, I am a little frustrated. I did a post last night, but it is not showing up under my blog. what the heck did I do wrong. If I search for it, I can find it. Why isn't it showing on my page.