Christopher by Slidely - Slideshow maker
Follow me on my wonderful adventure of finding my inner cowgirl.And who knows maybe when this adventure is over I will be able to proudly call myself a cowgirl.
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Friday, June 28, 2013
It's just a stuffed animal..BIG DEAL..
Years ago my son's father and I separated. My son became like so many children in America a product of a broken family.He had the hardest time adjusting to living in two completely different homes,having two completely different sets of toys and his"favorite things".I remember one night snuggling him while he said how hard it was to sleep at night in a house without me(I had always worked out a way to be home with him,we never used babysitters,and being separated from me was very new to him) I told him to snuggle with his favorite stuffed animal at his other home and know that I was thinking about him.
At this time his father and I were still combative to say the least,no matter what the other said words would get twisted and feelings would get hurt.While in this stage of our finding our new way,he decided he didn't want our son to bring anything from my home to his home.He said he would provide his own clothing and toys for our son,rather then dealing with moving things from one house to another.Honestly what could I say to that?He would not allow any of my house toys to go with him.
That is where a simple FISH comes in.Christopher's father brought him a stuffed fish.Oh how Christopher would tell me what a perfect fish friend Mr.Fishy was.And how that was his favorite toy at his father's house.And that was the one toy he would snuggle at night at his father's house so he wouldn't miss me so much.He loved that fish.It was his first friend.He would tell me how he would tell Mr.Fishy when he was scared or lonely and Mr.Fishy would make him feel better with magic.Mr.Fishy was the holder of my son's earliest childhood secrets.Mr.Fishy helped Christopher cope during a very difficult time.Mr.Fishy was priceless.At this point I had never laid eyes on Mr.Fishy,I only knew of him through my son explaining him to me,but I knew his worth.
When Christopher was five years old,it happened,his father had a garage sell.And sadly Mr.Fishy was sold.He was gone.Christopher came home so upset.He just kept saying my fish,my fish.When I got him calmed down enough to tell me what happened he said "He sold my fish,my Mr.Fishy is gone"At that point I explained there had to be a reason,and maybe he was mistaken and his fishy friend had not been sold.
I called his father and really I felt a little stupid asking about a stuffed fish.His father said "oh yeah It's just a stuffed animal Big Deal"
Mr Fishy was gone,but maybe his father had a point it was after all just a stuffed toy.They are a dime a dozen, right?
Having never seen Mr Fishy I could only look online for a stuffed fish that might be a good look alike..After endless NO MOM that's not him.And many toy store visits to hear the same that's not what he looked like..I gave up my search.After all It's just a stuffed animal..big deal.
Years pasted,slowly Christopher stopped talking about Mr Fishy.
A few weeks ago while in the car out of no where Christopher started to cry and he said I miss my friend mom.I without thinking replied don't be silly we just had a sleep over with all your friends..how on Earth can you miss them?That's when he said no I miss Mr.Fishy,he was my friend and I loved him.And now he's gone.I'm not heartless but.... really??? It was a STUFFED toy.Seven years had passed since the garage sell,seven long long long years.Christopher is now a computer junkie,a video gamer,and not a stuffed toy lover or snuggler anymore.How can he still be missing this fish? I told him maybe one day we would find Mr Fishy again,and maybe Mr Fishy would remember his favorite boy.I will be honest I was saying anything with the hopes he would stop crying.
This afternoon,we stopped into a local thrift store.I had to drag my boys in pretty much kicking and screaming,they hate the thrift store.I on the other hand love them.I have found so many great deals..just last week I picked up a Pink Prada handbag for 7.50..I kid you not..PRADA and PINK my two favorite things.
I have also picked up a Dolce & Gabbana handbag for a few dollars in the past.I know the value in great deals.And sometimes thrift stores are just the right place to look.And today's find was amazing.Even better then when I found my Pink Prada.Today was pure joy.
The boys were starting to drive me bonkers,Every second I heard are you done mom?Can we leave?I'm hungry,I'm thirsty(even after I know they were well fed and watered,lol)I'm bored..all of this on a loop..over and over.I decided to bring them to the little toy section of this thrift store..Like most thrift stores the toy section is mostly baby toys,rarely anything great,however this thrift store has the toy section right near the handbags..you get where I'm going right?They can look at not so great toys while I look at fabulous purses.
Christopher just lite up and started getting frantic and he started digging through a huge pile of stuffed animals,screaming HE'S HERE,HE'S HERE.(let me give a little background..Christopher while still a child is man sized,he's large,bulky,and rarely moves fast for anything..He has autism so when I saw the frantic state,I braced myself wondering was a meltdown about to happen)At this point stuffed animals are flying everywhere..it was really raining cats and dogs and teddy bears and I'm sure I saw a stuffed pig fly.Justin my seven year old clung to me for dear life,this was not how Christopher normally behaves.Other shoppers had taken notice of my man sized child freaking out and throwing stuffed animals everywhere,some seemed shocked at first,others could see he wasn't hurting anyone and to be honest I think they watched just to see what would happen next.Then he had a FISH in his hands..he just stood there holding this stuffed fish.
He was beaming..I didn't even have to ask if that was Mr Fishy I knew it was.I knew that Mr Fishy had found it's way back to Christopher.And Christopher had his friend back.Christopher stood in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals hugging this fish,at this point he was sobbing my friend I finally found you,I will never let you go again.I was tearing up myself but still in shock also,I was worried we would get kicked out,I was worried people would think there was something really wrong with my child,I was worried these strangers would judge him.Then I noticed a few of these shoppers were crying also.This little old lady said to me..you rarely see a real joy anymore.(I have to disagree I see real joy daily,Christopher is my son)..Then the other shoppers all started helping put all the stuffed animals away.Some of them talked to Christopher and asked how long Mr Fishy had been missing,most of them offered to buy Mr Fishy for him,none of them looked in disgust or down on him.None of them were scared of him freaking out and going on a stuffed animal rampage,none of them saw anything except a child finding a stuffed friend.
I'm sitting here still in complete awe at what happened today.And yes it's still just a stuffed animal..and really no big deal..BUT it is a big deal.It's so much more then a stuffed animal.To my child this is a friend.This is a keeper of secrets,this is what matters to him.And if it matters to him then it is a BIG DEAL.It has been seven years since he lost Mr Fishy..however he never stopped loving Mr Fishy.While he may not have spoken of Mr Fishy daily it is apparent he was still mourning the loss.
What may not seem like a lot to you,may mean everything to a child.
At this time his father and I were still combative to say the least,no matter what the other said words would get twisted and feelings would get hurt.While in this stage of our finding our new way,he decided he didn't want our son to bring anything from my home to his home.He said he would provide his own clothing and toys for our son,rather then dealing with moving things from one house to another.Honestly what could I say to that?He would not allow any of my house toys to go with him.
That is where a simple FISH comes in.Christopher's father brought him a stuffed fish.Oh how Christopher would tell me what a perfect fish friend Mr.Fishy was.And how that was his favorite toy at his father's house.And that was the one toy he would snuggle at night at his father's house so he wouldn't miss me so much.He loved that fish.It was his first friend.He would tell me how he would tell Mr.Fishy when he was scared or lonely and Mr.Fishy would make him feel better with magic.Mr.Fishy was the holder of my son's earliest childhood secrets.Mr.Fishy helped Christopher cope during a very difficult time.Mr.Fishy was priceless.At this point I had never laid eyes on Mr.Fishy,I only knew of him through my son explaining him to me,but I knew his worth.
When Christopher was five years old,it happened,his father had a garage sell.And sadly Mr.Fishy was sold.He was gone.Christopher came home so upset.He just kept saying my fish,my fish.When I got him calmed down enough to tell me what happened he said "He sold my fish,my Mr.Fishy is gone"At that point I explained there had to be a reason,and maybe he was mistaken and his fishy friend had not been sold.
I called his father and really I felt a little stupid asking about a stuffed fish.His father said "oh yeah It's just a stuffed animal Big Deal"
Mr Fishy was gone,but maybe his father had a point it was after all just a stuffed toy.They are a dime a dozen, right?
Having never seen Mr Fishy I could only look online for a stuffed fish that might be a good look alike..After endless NO MOM that's not him.And many toy store visits to hear the same that's not what he looked like..I gave up my search.After all It's just a stuffed animal..big deal.
Years pasted,slowly Christopher stopped talking about Mr Fishy.
A few weeks ago while in the car out of no where Christopher started to cry and he said I miss my friend mom.I without thinking replied don't be silly we just had a sleep over with all your friends..how on Earth can you miss them?That's when he said no I miss Mr.Fishy,he was my friend and I loved him.And now he's gone.I'm not heartless but.... really??? It was a STUFFED toy.Seven years had passed since the garage sell,seven long long long years.Christopher is now a computer junkie,a video gamer,and not a stuffed toy lover or snuggler anymore.How can he still be missing this fish? I told him maybe one day we would find Mr Fishy again,and maybe Mr Fishy would remember his favorite boy.I will be honest I was saying anything with the hopes he would stop crying.
This afternoon,we stopped into a local thrift store.I had to drag my boys in pretty much kicking and screaming,they hate the thrift store.I on the other hand love them.I have found so many great deals..just last week I picked up a Pink Prada handbag for 7.50..I kid you not..PRADA and PINK my two favorite things.
I have also picked up a Dolce & Gabbana handbag for a few dollars in the past.I know the value in great deals.And sometimes thrift stores are just the right place to look.And today's find was amazing.Even better then when I found my Pink Prada.Today was pure joy.
The boys were starting to drive me bonkers,Every second I heard are you done mom?Can we leave?I'm hungry,I'm thirsty(even after I know they were well fed and watered,lol)I'm bored..all of this on a loop..over and over.I decided to bring them to the little toy section of this thrift store..Like most thrift stores the toy section is mostly baby toys,rarely anything great,however this thrift store has the toy section right near the handbags..you get where I'm going right?They can look at not so great toys while I look at fabulous purses.
Christopher just lite up and started getting frantic and he started digging through a huge pile of stuffed animals,screaming HE'S HERE,HE'S HERE.(let me give a little background..Christopher while still a child is man sized,he's large,bulky,and rarely moves fast for anything..He has autism so when I saw the frantic state,I braced myself wondering was a meltdown about to happen)At this point stuffed animals are flying everywhere..it was really raining cats and dogs and teddy bears and I'm sure I saw a stuffed pig fly.Justin my seven year old clung to me for dear life,this was not how Christopher normally behaves.Other shoppers had taken notice of my man sized child freaking out and throwing stuffed animals everywhere,some seemed shocked at first,others could see he wasn't hurting anyone and to be honest I think they watched just to see what would happen next.Then he had a FISH in his hands..he just stood there holding this stuffed fish.
He was beaming..I didn't even have to ask if that was Mr Fishy I knew it was.I knew that Mr Fishy had found it's way back to Christopher.And Christopher had his friend back.Christopher stood in the middle of a pile of stuffed animals hugging this fish,at this point he was sobbing my friend I finally found you,I will never let you go again.I was tearing up myself but still in shock also,I was worried we would get kicked out,I was worried people would think there was something really wrong with my child,I was worried these strangers would judge him.Then I noticed a few of these shoppers were crying also.This little old lady said to me..you rarely see a real joy anymore.(I have to disagree I see real joy daily,Christopher is my son)..Then the other shoppers all started helping put all the stuffed animals away.Some of them talked to Christopher and asked how long Mr Fishy had been missing,most of them offered to buy Mr Fishy for him,none of them looked in disgust or down on him.None of them were scared of him freaking out and going on a stuffed animal rampage,none of them saw anything except a child finding a stuffed friend.
I'm sitting here still in complete awe at what happened today.And yes it's still just a stuffed animal..and really no big deal..BUT it is a big deal.It's so much more then a stuffed animal.To my child this is a friend.This is a keeper of secrets,this is what matters to him.And if it matters to him then it is a BIG DEAL.It has been seven years since he lost Mr Fishy..however he never stopped loving Mr Fishy.While he may not have spoken of Mr Fishy daily it is apparent he was still mourning the loss.
What may not seem like a lot to you,may mean everything to a child.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
DIY BATH PAINTS
Our littlest cowboy LOVES to play with bath paints.With a smile like that how on Earth can we not indulge him? One night the unthinkable happened,we ran out of paints.Let me just say that smile was not happening.What we got instead almost had us calling a priest to get the demons out.Honestly that wee little cowboy has some amazing lungs.I guess spending his days out in the open air chasing cows is really good for the lungs.
You know how some moms are able to lift a car off their child with super human strength when they need to? When the tears and whines started MY SUPER MOM shined.I thought of making Home Made Bath Paints.
Its super easy..here is what you need
Shaving Cream(not the gel stuff the cream stuff)
Food coloring
Muffin Tin(or little bowls,muffin tins are great,several colors one holder,honestly a perfect match)
Child willing to bath and have a blast
Mix shaving cream and food coloring.let child have a blast.Washes right off,so easy simple and rather CHEAP.And never buy bath paints again.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
This just chokes me up
I often will joke and poke fun at my daily life.It's an adventure,it's hard work,however it is an amazing way to live.
I step outside and I see Heaven on Earth.While I am not a great Cowgirl,I do enjoy being a cowgirl.I believe this is the first time I have said that and meant it.I enjoy Ranch life,I love Ranch life.I don't think I belong in the suburbs.I'm glad the Cowboy knew how right I was for this life.
I step outside and I see Heaven on Earth.While I am not a great Cowgirl,I do enjoy being a cowgirl.I believe this is the first time I have said that and meant it.I enjoy Ranch life,I love Ranch life.I don't think I belong in the suburbs.I'm glad the Cowboy knew how right I was for this life.
Thoughts for my Boys
http://youtu.be/beo0BJJ_sy4
I hope this link works.Truly the best advice I would ever want my boys to follow.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Happy Easter 2013
First of all what a wonderful reason to celebrate.I am in awe of the fact that Jesus thought I was worth it,me in all my imperfections was worth it.
And to think think he believes you are also worth it. :)
And to think think he believes you are also worth it. :)
Friday, March 15, 2013
Homemade Orange Cleaner
In my humble attempt at only eating NON processed foods,I have so many kitchen scraps.I know composting is a wonderful thing..but I have chickens and they are loving all my fruit and veggie scrapes.
For whatever reason they refuse my orange peels,they want nothing to do with them.So I decided to google (google is awesome) what I could do with them,seems such a waste to just throw them out..hahahahahaha I'm sounding like a hoarder.Ok back to the point...orange peels have orange oils.Those oils are what is in those orange cleaners I'm forever spending good money on.DID you know can can make that?With pretty much garbage..truly a trash to treasure.
Grab something to put your peels in(I used a mason jar,because I love mason jars)Anything with a lid should work.Fill it with orange peels.Once stuffed full add vinegar..then just leave alone for two weeks.SIMPLE as that.Then just remove the peels and you now have ORANGE CLEANER..so simple and easy. And so low cost I mean you were going to just throw those peels out anyways.
helpful hint..you can store your orange peels in the fridge until you have enough to add the vinegar.It took me about 3 days to eat enough oranges..maybe it will take you less time..not judging you.
I hate the word diet,it's a dirty four letter word.However this cowgirl admits she could stand to lose some of her awesome body"mass".
I did not start out thinking I was going to lose any weight,I started thinking I needed to get my son cowboy Christopher on a healthier chemical free,processed food free(not a diet)WAY OF EATING.The amazing side effect is.. WEIGHT LOSS for the Cowgirl..YEEHAW to that...I know a Cowboy who just might enjoy that.
Cowboy Christopher has a genetic disorder called Bannayan-Ruvalcaba-Riley Syndrome,the little cowboy was always a BIG cowboy even at birth.I remember the first thing the NICU nurse said to me before she showed me my baby cowboy..OH YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF THE BIG BABY...seeing him next to all the little neo babies truly showed he was going to be a BIG COWBOY...leads us up to 11 plus years later..Christopher started having headaches :( we get a MRI,we see a 12cc polyp inside his head.And mild Hydrocephalus.YES my cowgirl heart heart dropped onto the floor when the doctors said that.HOWEVER thankfully he is going to be fine.The polyp is still there,he thankfully did not have so much pressure buildup that he needed a shunt.And the headaches are being controlled with medication.
The above made me really rethink everything we put into his body.Some things we have limited control of,BUT we can control his food.I decided to think OUTSIDE OF THE BOX...we don't need all those food dyes,chemicals to preserve freshness,and honestly we don't need foods that have a shelf life longer then many Hollywood marriages.What we need is REAL FOOD,food that hasn't been bleached,waxed(why am I thinking I need to get my brows done?) overly processed.that has very little real food left in it.We are paying for fillers..I want to pay for real food.I want to know that my little cowboy is getting the very best I can give him.I want him to have the best chance possible in life.I want him to grow up knowing how to eat real food,I believe this is the best GIFT I can ever give him(although he thinks his XBOX 360 is the best gift EVER).
I started thinking would I ever feed our animals food filled with fillers?NEVER,we give them the best feed possible because that's what they were meant to eat,they need it.So why do we buy human food that is loaded with fillers?Why not just buy real human food?
― Hippocrates
I did not start out thinking I was going to lose any weight,I started thinking I needed to get my son cowboy Christopher on a healthier chemical free,processed food free(not a diet)WAY OF EATING.The amazing side effect is.. WEIGHT LOSS for the Cowgirl..YEEHAW to that...I know a Cowboy who just might enjoy that.
Cowboy Christopher has a genetic disorder called Bannayan-Ruvalcaba-Riley Syndrome,the little cowboy was always a BIG cowboy even at birth.I remember the first thing the NICU nurse said to me before she showed me my baby cowboy..OH YOU ARE THE MOTHER OF THE BIG BABY...seeing him next to all the little neo babies truly showed he was going to be a BIG COWBOY...leads us up to 11 plus years later..Christopher started having headaches :( we get a MRI,we see a 12cc polyp inside his head.And mild Hydrocephalus.YES my cowgirl heart heart dropped onto the floor when the doctors said that.HOWEVER thankfully he is going to be fine.The polyp is still there,he thankfully did not have so much pressure buildup that he needed a shunt.And the headaches are being controlled with medication.
The above made me really rethink everything we put into his body.Some things we have limited control of,BUT we can control his food.I decided to think OUTSIDE OF THE BOX...we don't need all those food dyes,chemicals to preserve freshness,and honestly we don't need foods that have a shelf life longer then many Hollywood marriages.What we need is REAL FOOD,food that hasn't been bleached,waxed(why am I thinking I need to get my brows done?) overly processed.that has very little real food left in it.We are paying for fillers..I want to pay for real food.I want to know that my little cowboy is getting the very best I can give him.I want him to have the best chance possible in life.I want him to grow up knowing how to eat real food,I believe this is the best GIFT I can ever give him(although he thinks his XBOX 360 is the best gift EVER).
I started thinking would I ever feed our animals food filled with fillers?NEVER,we give them the best feed possible because that's what they were meant to eat,they need it.So why do we buy human food that is loaded with fillers?Why not just buy real human food?
“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food”
― Hippocrates
Blogger YEAH RIGHT..
I am the worlds worst blogger :( for that I am sorry.However I promise to blog more about all the random stuff in my life that makes life worth living.
Let's see I'm still not a very good Cowgirl,and thankfully the Cowboy is no longer working out of the state.However he is now working in the state just on the other side of the state. YEEHAW, folks. LOL short meaning I am a full time cowgirl 6 days a week.It's not just a job it's an adventure.And I am forever grateful cows don't eat meat..I'm meat,lol.
Let's see I'm still not a very good Cowgirl,and thankfully the Cowboy is no longer working out of the state.However he is now working in the state just on the other side of the state. YEEHAW, folks. LOL short meaning I am a full time cowgirl 6 days a week.It's not just a job it's an adventure.And I am forever grateful cows don't eat meat..I'm meat,lol.
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