Sunday, January 18, 2015

Run Laynie Run

I spent some time tonight on Laynie's tribute page and I couldn't help but sit, as the tears streamed down my face, and marvel at the incredible impact her life had on so many people.

People we didn't even know, would read our stories about her, and literally thousands of people were praying for our family, all over the country.







If you see me in public, please harangue me for not accomplishing this goal.  Lacey and I worked on it last year, and then backburnered it (with life in the way and all).


It just does.

I read the words I wrote back then, and I believe they were divinely inspired.  We were in such a spiritual, God-filled walk...... truly the most incredible of times.

Here is the
if you want to see the precious pictures and all the wonderful guest entries.

God. Is. Oh. So. Good.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Update on the Gram

For those of you that have been following and wondering about "Super Gram" I thought I would quickly update on my blog.

On Jan 5, she had 4 rods and 20 screws placed on her spine for a last ditch effort to alleviate her degenerative scoliosis.  She spent one night in ICU, and her night nurse was family friend, Matt Roy, so God was smiling down all over us that night.

2nd day she was still stoned on anesthesia and good drugs, so they mistakenly thought she was ready to move out on the floor.


She slept for basically 5 days.  She remembers nothing of that week.  And that's great and not so great.

Then we moved her across the highway to the REHAB hospital and that's where it gets interesting.

First, she has to start walking.   Whoa.  And pain meds have to be regulated, and she needs to start plugging back into reality.

It's been interesting to say the least.

Today, she is doing better.  Now she wheels to the dining area and eats with everyone else, and does PT and OT, and I'm really amazed at how well she is doing.

We are hoping to bring her home on the 25th.  That's the red circle on her calendar in her room.

We feel so blessed and felt every single prayer.  I have never been so thankful as I have been over the past couple of weeks, when I asked for prayers, I immediately felt them.

And I know mom did too.

We still have a long way to go, but I am proud of her recovery.  Keep praying and know we appreciate every single one of them.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The birthday of an angel

Dearest Darling,

Happy birthday.

I sit here without words (it's a shock, I know), because how many times can I say how much your life meant to me?

You were the tiniest, most mighty human I have ever, or ever will meet.

I think in the almost 30 months that you graced earth with your presence, I kissed you 500 million times.

I love you with a love that defies explanation. 
I wish every day that I had kissed you 750 million times.  When I'm very still as I lay down to sleep, I can still feel your softness in my memories.  There was nothing sweeter than you, my angel.

This year, will become a big sister.  You are going to have a little brother.  How we anticipate his arrival with so much joy...... and I find it hard to believe that I could ever love anyone as much as I loved you.

I love how your mommy loved you, and it will be such a joy to see her love your know, my love, what an excellent mommy she know...

When I start to miss you so much, I find so much comfort in all the pictures your mama took of you... how lucky we are to have all these joyous memories.....  My favorites are your bathtime pictures.   how you adored your bath.....

And when it was time to get let us know you were NOT happy about it....
  But your mommy always ALWAYS knew how to fix you right up...
 And before you knew it.....all was right with your world....... only seems like yesterday we were doing this...

 but when I see pictures of all of us....I see how time has marched on, and it makes me miss you even more.

On your birthday and every day..... I love you.  My life is different only because of you, sweet girl.  

Through your life, you taught me everything important in my life....

and that.... has made all the difference.
 Thank you for coming here to teach us all. 
Happy birthday in heaven, my love....

Forever,  Your Lolly

Friday, December 26, 2014

And the MOTHER of the Year award goes to........


Just going to take the birthday kids out for a movie and pizza with a friend.

Just going to do that.

No biggie, buy some tickets, get some seats, eat some popcorn, watch a good movie....

No biggie, right?

Here's the thing.  I heard Screen 1.  I had tickets that said Screen 1.  Screen 1 was showing the PG rated Annie.  That was the plan.

What my old eyes saw over that door was 1......yes.....1.     Not 7.  Heavens no.

So enter my 2 tween girls,  my 2 11 year old boy companions, and the 5 year old boyfriend that spits on  me whilst he speaks, and is solidly glued to my hip at all times. 

We are arriving right as the movie is supposed to start, so I'm a bit dismayed that the previews have already started......

and more dismayed that the theater is at capacity, and we will have to sit in the front row.

As we sit down, and I am trying to get the 5 year old's icee "drink ready", I hear a word that should NOT be in a movie preview at a PG movie.

I look up to the screen just in time for a naked man to kiss an equally naked lady's toe, then inject drugs into her vein in her foot.  And instead of getting their popcorns and drink "Movie Ready", the 5 children in-my-care  have their pure, untainted eyes glued to the giant screen in front of them. 

I.AM.HORRIFIED.   I glance over to my neighbor and urgently whisper, "IS THIS ANNIE?", to which he spits out his popcorn and spews pop out his nose and laughingly whispers back, 'UHM, NO."

He didn't have to spew pop out his nose... I got it.

About that time, companion of my 11 year old has abandoned his seat and is rushing to the door.  I grab his arm and say, "Get your stuff, we are out of here".

I think he was going to call his mom on his brand new smart phone and rat me out.

But no.  As we head toward the correct theater, all of us speechless from the trauma I have inflicted on them, and me, head swimming thinking of all the therapy I'm going to have to pay for 1...2..3...4..5 children and MYSELF..... the companion adds,  "I'm NEVER telling my mom what just happened".


I try to salvage the "party" and in we trot to Annie.   Annie?  Really?   Foster care, mean foster parent, system issues, no hope for Annie?   Have I lost my ever loving senses?

Therapy for 1...2...3... kids, please. 

When it was over, and I was crawling to the car....Steven offered,  "That was the best movie, ever, Lolly".

Stinkin' little liar. 

Pizza followed, and the Downs Christmas lights in Norman, and we sang entirely too loud in the car, and I promised them that I would take them to a better R rated movie next time.

All in all, a super successful day.

It ain't easy being me. 

Christmas 2015

Christmas was just a huge success this year.  I had several people rally to help me gather gifts and good tidings for my tribe, (since December is my lean, horrendous month in sales) and boy did my friends come through.

Lacey (knowing my shortage of funds), asked me to write her a "love letter".  I wrote one in my head about a dozen times, and on my search of the attic for our Christmas "ortaments" (kip'ineese) I ran across Lacey's "Kid" box that I had all her handprints, school work, Jim Paul dance recital tshirts, baby shoes, etc, and lo, and behold, a little journal I had started for her shortly after Kip was born. 

I was a blogger, even before I knew what blogging was.  My life turned upside down in 1991, and I managed to write in her book from 1989-1991, and it had a few wonderful memories tucked in its' pages. 

I added a 2014 postlude to it, and wrapped it for my girl.

She was a mess.  To say it was a great success was an understatement. 

I love little surprises you find at the exact perfect second. 

She added pics to my wall of kids (in my hall), so now my wall hall of fame has expanded 100%.  I'm guessing I can't adopt anymore kids, or I need to get a bigger wall.

It was a great day.

 Steven cleaned up
 I had a dream of us all baking cookies and handing them out to the neighbors.  It was Hallie, who made 6 dozen sugar cookies, and I'm pretty sure 3 dozen of them are still in the kitchen as we speak.  Movies won out over neighborly love.  Well, I tried. 

 Bubba jumped on his reindeers and came from Edmond to hang with the slovenly, all we do is eat, family and this was Lacey's "Original Jackson" family picture.  Mom's worn that sweatshirt about 20 christmases now.  It's ok, I've worn that Yankees shirt for about 15, and I don't even watch baseball. 

 G-dog loved her stuff, and we had a fashion show of all her new clothes, she looked quite spiffy, I might add.

 Lacey & Hallie played Hannah Montana Mall Madness (a gift from Christmas past), and Tyler decided he needed in on the action, and beat them handily. (who knew he was such a mall shopper?)

 This little boy (with his fresh haircut) cleaned up on the toy end.  We aren't even sure how to play this toy, but he sure likes it.

 But really, in the end, all you need is a good set of reindeer ears to make the day complete.  And, oh, a really cute 5 year old vietnamese boy to wear them.

Deaton cleaned up.   He got several fun bibs, and some onesies, and the reese's butter cups may be for his mama, but he will benefit too.  You're welcome, grandson...already sending you candy in utero.   Love, Lolly.

Seriously, I can't even begin to tell you what a great day.  We watched good movies (The Hundred Foot Journey), intense movies (The Maze Runner),  RIDICULOUS movies (Guardians of the Galaxy), and ate 200 bowls of soup, 1000 sour gummies, and two bags of chips. 

It's a wonderful life.  It truly, surely is. 

What a Week!

I've been so remiss in writing, I have a BUNCH of stuff to report.

The biggest and BEST news to report.....on the Grandma front..........

Oh HECK yes,

Tyler and Lacey found out on Friday that the sweet little bean is indeed a boy bean.  I had long suspected it, but Tyler wanted a girl so bad, that I didn't want to squash his dream.  :)  But ole Lolly knew.  What everyone probably doesn't understand though, the constant worry that Lacey lives under.  Everyone is luckily oblivious to "things that can go wrong" in their pregnancies, and they move blissfully aware, of how very very lucky they are.  Lacey and Tyler met with a geneticist before the ultrasound, where thankfully, the doctor was someone that knew Lacey's background, in fact, he was the same guy that urged us to "terminate" when we first found out about Laynie.

Before the ultrasound, he decided to share with Lacey that she indeed, was a carrier of the gene that Laynie carried.  If Tyler was a carrier as well, another Laynie could happen.  Can you even imagine Lacey's instant worry?  I had prayer warriors all over it, and in under an hour, the doctor had scoured the images, and Deaton Alan Holt was deemed perfection.  (duh).   He will bring so much JOY in our homes, I just can't hardly wait for May 5 to get here, so the spoiling can commence!!

On the Hallie front, she was awarded Norman Athletic Asssociation Volleyball Student Athlete for Norman North (along with Audrey Alford, our senior setter, who has a full ride to OU, and was also named Gatorade's Player of the Year for Oklahoma.)  So a very big, exciting honor for our sophomore.

She's been having horrible trouble with her ankles hurting, and after a quick visit to her orthopedic, found out she has her father's feet, and she walks on the inside of her arches.  We will have to see a podiatrist and get some inserts for her shoes, and maybe some Miss America walking lessons from Shelley Swope Wall and she should be good to go.

Gina turned 14 this week, and she continues to grow and mature.  So proud of this pretty girl.

As we move toward Christmas, (with alarming acceleration) I am thankful for our continuing health, the kids excellent attitude toward school, and their wonderful choice in friends.  All blessings..

And this little sunshine cutie turns 11 on the 26th.....

Merry Christmas one and all!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Hallie Bo Ballie Fee Fi Fo Fallie

This big ole drink of water...

(thanks Katie Begley for the funniest picture ever, and the perfect shot of her Ugh face)

The volleyball playing, hard working, big ole chick has hurt her ankle.  Not a rollie type sprainy type of pain, but a searing drop her to her knee type of pain.

To say I am stressed out of my head (even more than usual now) about this new development.....


Please pray for this kid.  Complete and utter healing. 

If anyone can do it, my prayer warriors can.

 Cause we need her doing this full out, without falling on the ground in pain.

Thanks for always loving and supporting this crazy "lil" gal..