Thursday, April 23, 2015

Four - Twelve- Eleven

*I know this post is nearly two weeks late.  Blame it on the surgery I am still recovering from, and every day life.  Nevertheless, it still had to be posted!*

Oh my sweet Adrian!  Today you are FOUR!  Where do I even begin with this post about you?

I look at photographs of you at your current age and photographs of you from mere hours and days old and see the exact same child, which is so odd.  I've never seen an adult toddler who looks exactly the same as they did the moment they were born.  It blows your Aunt Janet's mind!

Is a four year old still considered a toddler?  To protect my heart, please say yes!

Four years and 39 minutes old.
I could go on and on for days about how physically attractive you are.  You're such a handsome young man.  You are surely destined to break many hearts in the future.  The first heart you will probably break will be mine, since at times you won't answer when I call you by "Adrian!"  No sir, you turn around, look at me, and say "Call me 'Boyfriend!'"  This made my heart swell with even more love for you when it happened a few weeks ago when you visited me in the hospital.  It made all of my worries about the upcoming surgery disappear and I just laughed. 

The night before your birthday, Presley and I were out and about buying your birthday presents, talking all about you and all of your handsomeness.  We narrowed it down to the top (look wise) three characteristics about you, with an honorable mention, because Presley had never noticed the number one, until I pointed it out the next day to him.

Adrian and Presley, on your birthday!
The Honorable mention, is the gap in your two front teeth.  He and I just both think it's so cute and you!

3.  Goes straight to those dark eyes that I love more than this world!

2.  I love your dimples!
1. Is strange, but my favorite!  I love how your inner ear is heart shaped.
Honestly? I love looking at it when you're asleep.
You're the funniest guy around and you always keep me on my toes.  You are in love with trains, but what do you love more than trains?  GARBAGE TRUCKS!  You own so many garbage trucks, that when I asked what you wanted for your birthday, you stood up tall and proud and said "You can bring me a garbage truck!"  I obliged and brought you a brand new garbage truck to your birthday party, which made your eyes light up and my day was absolutely made!  You also have this habit of chasing me down for another hug and kiss when I'm leaving your house, which is totally cool with me, but last weekend, I left and you ran into the street to get to me, and nearly gave me a heart attack, which wasn't so very cool, yo!
Not only are you tall, you're smart.  As in, you are IQ tested like a year and a half above your age.  I mean, I'd already come to terms with the fact that I'll have to stand on a chair to discipline you within the next few years, but you can already outwit me and con me into getting just about whatever you want.  You want another cupcake?  I just said no, but flash that smile with those big eyes, and you can have seven more if you'd like!  In fact, let me go buy you some ice cream to go with those cupcakes!
(Messy!) Cupcakes on the actual birthday!
You and Danica still are the best of friends!  You had an awesome playdate here a few weeks ago where I got a few great pictures of the two of you!  This one is my new screensaver on my phone, and it just makes me smile every time I click on my phone on!
Although this picture just makes me laugh every single time I look at it....

I love you, Adrian.  You make me smile, you make me laugh, and at times, you make me cry while smiling and laughing.  You've brought my joy and happiness.  I can't wait to see what the upcoming days, weeks, months, and years bring.  Your future is incredibly bright, just like your smile.  

Your smile and giving soul fulfill my heart and I can't imagine my life without you!  Happy (belated) Fourth Birthday, Adrian!  

Wednesday, April 8, 2015


While Danica's father was away at work, and her Mother and Step-Father were out of the country, it was a great honor to have Danica come stay with us for nearly two weeks.  I loved snapping photographs along the way.  

On the first day I picked her up from school, one of the children approached me asking if Danica was really a Princess that lived in a Castle!  As to be the "cool" Aunt, I just looked at the little girl and smiled and said "Why yes, she lives in a Castle!  Every Princess does!"  Just then, she ran over to me, dropping her backpack on the ground and said, "You can carry this!  Let's go!"  I knew two could play this game, so I stated, "Excuse me, Princess Danica, Your Majesty, I believe you can carry your own backpack, Ma'am!"  She looked at me in awe for a moment, and then picked up her bag, and made her way for the car.  As soon as I was loading her into the car, I asked her if she'd been telling all of her friends she was a Princess, she just smiled at me and said, "Of Course!"  The Royal joke went on every time I went to pick her up between myself and her caretakers after school.

Danica decided on her first weekend here that it was Presley's birthday and we just HAD to bake him brownies for his birthday.  We even had decorations.
She declared it his 15th birthday.

One day, I told her to just smile, so I could take a picture for her Daddy and got his gem.
Danica the Diva
Beyond that, there were tons of other cute photographs that were captured...

6:30am Shenanigans 

Milk, Makeup, and Cheese

Off to School!

Danica and Olaf

We put on a concert!

An outline of Presley, by Danica

Danica the Mermaid, by Presley

It was an amazing twelve days with such a sweet, kind hearted niece of mine.  The icing on the cake though, came last Monday night, when my nephew Adrian came over for dinner, and the two peas were put back their pod.

These two are my entire being.  I love them with every fiver of my being, with every single beat of my heart.  Each hug and kiss from them is stored in my memory and eternally treasured.  I'm so blessed to be their Aunt.

An Easter to Remember...

Around 6:00am Saturday, I awoke with some horrid abdominal pain.  Being awake at 6:00am is a huge no-no in my life, unless I'm still awake from the night before, so I knew right then and there that something just wasn't right.  I stayed in bed cursing everyone that came to mind, from Harry Styles to BeyoncĂ© with my frustration, attempting to get back to sleep and for the pain to go away, to no avail.

Finally, around 10:00am, I verbally started complaining to my father that I didn't feel right, telling him that my abdomen hurt and the pain was going around to my back and I had also had felt a bit nauseated.  He gave me a couple of Aleve, and ordered me to stay in bed to sulk in my own misery.  When my mother arrived home a little bit after noon from work, I told her my symptoms and she decided then and there that we were going to the hospital.

Once we got checked into the ER, medical history was taken, pain medication was administered, my IV was placed, the blood was drawn, and they had me drink a contrast drink, which tasted like a mixture of lemonade and flat Mountain Dew.  We had to let that sit for about two hours, and then off to get CT scans, I went!

They actually couldn't find my appendix on the scans, which is a common thing, so I was told, so they decided to admit me.  They said if I was still in pain in the morning, I'd have surgery the next day, (Easter Sunday) and if I wasn't in pain, I'd drink more contrast and they'd repeat the scans.  

Sunday came, and the pain was still very present, so around lunch time, I went into the OR.  However, my sweet nephew came and visited me before I went in and showered me with lots of lovin' before I went in and made me feel so much better!

Surgery went well, and so did recovery....ya know, so I'm told....I mean, I don't remember any of it.  I remember being rolled into the OR and "Let It Go" from the Frozen soundtrack was playing.  The next thing I remember after that was waking up, back in my hospital room, Lord only knows how much longer later.  I know I left for surgery around 1:00pm, and I have two selfies on my phone from later that day, that I do remember taking....

They finally sent me home Monday around lunch time, and as any mature, nearly thirty year old would do, I took a picture of the car ride home.
I've been home, just relaxing to the maximum extent possible.  I have probably a dozen stitches in three different tiny incisions, which will be coming out next Tuesday afternoon when I go visit the surgeon.  Until then?  I'm just laying low, and trying not to scream any time I move, bend over, roll over in bend, cough, sneeze, or swallow food.  

Did anyone else evict any body parts over the Holiday weekend?

Friday, March 27, 2015

Status: Alive

The blog has been neglected lately. which I could profusely apologize for, and make up a plethora of excuses about, or I could just make like Elsa from "Frozen" and Let it Go.  Yup!  Just going to Let it Go!  

I had a 10 (ish?) day binge where I was in the midst of a deep depression that I dug myself out of by spending every single day and/or night doing something music related with Presley.  This included a HUGE St. Patricks Day event in which Presley sang at, which had over 3,000 people in attendance, and we spent nearly 15 hours at the event!
The stage being set up
I also had my first EVER green beer on St. Patricks Day!  I know, I know!  I waited far too long!

At most venues, I prefer to watch the show from the side of the stage, because the shows just get so crowded.  Also, if I watch the show from the side of the stage, I can just set my purse down on the side of the stage and freely dance around!  It's a win-win situation, without a crowd!

However, for the past week, my life has been completely different.  I've been anything BUT the best friend of a musician.  I've been on "Mommy Duty" for the past week while my nieces father is out of town for work, and her mother is out of town on vacation.  Let's get one thing straight over here.  I am not, and I repeat NOT a morning person.  So when I learned that my father would be out of town ALL week, and I'd have to get Danica to and from school every day, a part of me inside wept like a baby, and my alarm clock looked like this.

Don't hate on me, I always set me alarm times on odd minutes.  Always!  In addition to getting up at these early times, I've been asleep by 9 p.m. every night because, Danica, has slept in my bed with me every single night!  I'll tell ya what folks, there is nothing in this world like being kicked in the stomach and back by a 5 year old all night long!  You get SO MUCH REST!  Everyone should try it out!

In addition to taking and picking up Danica to school, which equals an hour in the car with her each day. (Two hours total.)  That equals an hour a day of listening to Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off" on repeat.  I'm quickly becoming a hater of that song.  Yes, a hater, who is going to hate, hate, hate!  Danica and I also have to conquer the tasks of eating, bathing, and homework each day.  

I also have to deal with the daily breakdowns of it's too cold outside, it's too hot outside, she doesn't want to: (eat certain food, wear that shirt, wear those shoes, have her hair done that way....)

All in all though, as tiring as this past week has been, we still have 4 more nights to go, and we are going to make the best of it and have a great time.  At 5.5 years old, there are only a limited amount of days left when hanging out with your Aunt will be something cool to do.  I will cherish every moment!

I'll see you when I regain my sanity!

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