Bro's

I remember when Nick used to pick flowers for me and I would put them in my hair. When did THAT change? Steveo does it all the time. When will his sweetness fade? It doesn't happen over night. Im holding on tight to what I have left.
Steveo idolizes Nick. Nick gets annoyed by Steveo and I'm left in the middle calmly breaking up fights. It hurts Steveo when Nick ignores him. He tries so hard to impress him. Nick could care less. I know what its like being the younger sibling. Its tough. I remind them often they get one childhood. Don't try to grow up to fast. Recognize what is right in front of you, and celebrate it. No matter what, they will always be brothers and I will not always be around, and the thought of them growing apart shatters my mind. I hope its just a phase Nick is going through, because I could not handle much more attitude from this little man.

Nana Carol and Papa Jim

Every time the boys go to Sean's in Riverside, they get to spend time with Nana Carol and Papa Jim. They live near Joshua Tree. They usually bring the boys home to us, but this time we met them up there instead. Nana Carol works at an animal rescue and let us hang out at the ranch and play with the horses. Some of them were abused, and all except one were friendly and let us pet them. They had one goat, 4 dogs, and a donkey. The donkey had the best personality of all of them. Steveo is a true animal lover. He was gentle with them, and had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, his allergies acted up. Other than that is was so much. I cant wait to do it again. This time we will bring Nick along. (he was staying the night with friends)

grateful

Ive never met another soul that is so giving, so loving, and guarded at the same time. Sometimes he holds back his emotions, the way boys sometimes do. I want to always be there to guard his heart and cushion all the blows that life will throw his way. He is wise beyond his years. He is beautiful inside and out. He is thoughtful, he writes me letters, and hugs me when I least expect it. I hope he stays this way forever, but know how cruel life can be. I want him to be strong, I want him to be happy, and do the right thing. I dont ever want him to lose sight of who he is.
I am so truly grateful to have my sons.

Post Holiday 2009 Pics

Baking and Gingerbread houses

"domestic goddess"

Some may be surprised that with all the talent I possess, I cannot cook or bake. Luckily for my boys, there soon to be step-father is a wonderful cook and loves to bake. Steveo has taken an interest in this. He is always asking me to whip up some tofu and rice like Tom does, or make a chicken-rice-cheese quesidilla the way Tom does. So when this happens and Tom is not here, we make do with Del Taco or microwaved Chicken Nuggets. Now baking is, WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE. There was nothing I could offer Steveo to satisfy his baking interest. So yesterday, after making the club house, Steveo and Tom baked there little hearts out. They baked the yummiest cookies, I helped him make a gingerbread house that we gave to grandma as a gift. And Steveo (and I think Tom) learned lessons in patience. Steveo wanted the cookies NOW, and Tom had to patiently explain (over and over) that baking takes time. So while the boys were baking, I took some photos. Precious.

Other than cooking, I AM a domestic goddess, just had to throw that out there!!!

Welcome to Steveos Club house

We used every throw pillow in the house, Charlie even got inside. It was pretty cozy until you try to sit up. We had fun anyway.

December 18th 2009

8 years ago, I gave birth to Steveo. I cried, Sean cried, my mom cried. It was one of the best days of my life. The joy that he brings me is infinite. He amazes me daily with his wit and sarcasm. He has my dark sense of humor, his brothers fearlessness, and I'd like to believe he learned sarcasm from the king (Tom) He is truly an old soul.

Happy Birthday Steveo, mommy loves you more than you know.