Happy Birthday 7th Hailey Belle!!

Today my baby girl turned seven. Taking a look back seven years ago on a Friday at 12:36 a.m. little Miss Hailey Renae Portzer was born. I knew from the beginning I was having a girl. I felt it in my heart. I had just lost my grandma a few months before and although she already had great granddaughters, she wanted one from me. She called me her special K. So when I got pregnant a few months of her passing, I just knew it was her special gift. The day I had you, your brother couldn't wait to hold you, now he runs from you. Then you were into stuffed animals, teething rings, and things that make noise, OK, so except for the teething rings your still into those things. Although you will get these pictures when you are grown here is a little tribute to you.


It seems like yesterday that we were having your first birthday party. For the past few days we have been so busy working on the house getting it ready to go because we knew we had family and friends that were driving one to two hours to be here for you party. This year your into Bratz, very much into Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus, and the Jonas Brothers. You love to get your nails and toes done and LOVE to wear make-up when/if your dad will let you, but you also like to play in the mud, play with the boys and your not afraid to get dirty.

Here are some of your pictures from yesterdays party. Mama and daddy are so proud of you! We love you so much!

Good Day, Bad Day

Today has had its ups and downs. It started out down with me having a really bad headache. I came downstairs to take some Motrin and my son left out our little floor vacuum, and I slipped and flopped on the floor, straining my right arm. I finally get done having a tiny meltdown, get the kids on the bus, take the Motrin because now I REALLY need it, and sit down with a cup of coffee.

A couple of hours later after answering some emails and taking care of some bills, I go into town to finish getting the stuff I need to finish the kids' bathroom. Finally figured out why the drawer pulls that I bought a couple days before were not working. So I got what I needed, headed back home, fixed what needed to be fixed, started to decorate on the walls. I so love how I free styled it. That's what I love about that shower curtain. It's not perfect. So as I am decorating, its also not perfect, so it matches. YEAH! I think I am so a rock star!

Then we had dinner, was starting to settle down for the day when my Step-mom called and said that my Dad was not doing well. He had been taken to the hospital by Ambulance that morning. The Dr.'s just diagnosed him with End Stage Lung Cancer. That they were hoping to go home tomorrow with Hospice. There is the kicker. Your dad is dying. Anyone who knows me knows that my dad and I didn't have a relationship, my Step-mom and I did. Any cards or presents I got, had her writing. Any calls, her. The child support checks, her. But for the last year and a half my dad has been the one trying to make that effort. We finally got things out in the open and cleared the air and we are just starting to get in a good place and I feel like there is more I want to say and do. I don't know if I will. What do I do? When I lost my Grandma, I was there religiously for two weeks before she died and I still feel like I didn't have enough time.

Double Time It!!

I haven't posted a blog on the home improvement side for awhile because it was getting tiring while we were trying to unpack. With family coming this weekend for my daughter's birthday we have been double timing it. I worked on the kids' bathroom some today. Here is with two coats of KILZ on, the new shower curtain, and one coat of the new paint. It's a teal to match the color in the shower curtain.