Not Goodbye, See you later...

Well, this weekend is going to be a pretty sad one for the Thornburg family that lives on Ola Drive. Danson, Danny, Debbie and I are going over to MS to take two very special horses to their new home. Giblet and Will have been around for a long time. Will is over 25 and Giblet is around 20... I think. Giblet has been Danson's one and only horse since he was about 14. However, Giblet is getting to the point that he really shouldn't be rode. So, Debbie's family is willing to adopt Will and Giblet and give them a very comfortable life over in MS. I know that they will be taken care of and they will be fine since they will have each other. Giblet and Will are BFFs. It is going to be hard to leave them there, but we can go back and see them whenever we want.



Love and Laundry

Last night I was reminded of why I fell in love with Danson so many years ago (it will be six years in September)! As you all know, Danson and I got the stomach bug several weeks ago. Since then, it seems like no matter how hard I try I just can't get caught up. The main chore that I have neglected has been laundry. I HATE laundry. It is a never ending process... and please don't remind me about how much more there is going to be when the baby gets here. I completely realize this. It had gotten so bad around our house that we didn't even have any clean towels in the closet! So last night I decided that I was going to start putting up the clean laundry. I hauled FIVE baskets full of laundry out of the laundry room to the living room. Danson was sitting on the couch watching tv. I had said earlier in the night that I HAD to start putting up some laundry and that I didn't know if I was ever going to get caught up on it. I got one basket of towels folded and put up and when I came back into the living room there was Danson folding and hanging up clothes. Now, this means a lot to me especially since I didn't even ask him to help me. As we stood there for over an hour putting up laundry, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I am to have a husband who is WILLING to help me out with this kind of stuff. Sometimes it is the smallest gesture that sends the loudest message. I love you Danson and I am so thankful for you.

Oh Baby

Meet Baby Thornburg! The Doctor said that every thing looks great! I think it favors Me more than Danson. LOL! ;-)

Ready or Not!

Well, Danson and I have some big news to announce. We are soon to be a family of three! First, let me say that this was not planned. We had planned on enjoying life as a family of two for a couple more years, but I guess God had other plans for us. I have realized over the past month that as much as I like to think I am in control, I’m not. I think this was His way of waking me up and bringing me back to complete reliance on Him and on faith. I will tell you the story of how all this happened. Let me start from the beginning.

My MIL(mother-in-law) was telling me about a teacher friend that she works with that got pregnant while on the pill. My first question was HOW?? She then told me that she was taking some antibiotics and that’s all they could think of that could have caused her medicine to be ineffective. I said, “What are you talking about?” She told me again and I ACTED like I just didn’t understand what she said at first. What she didn’t realize was that I was freaking out inside because I had just gotten off of antibiotics for walking pneumonia. I left as fast as I could and went home and pulled up Google. Every thing I pulled up had my antibiotic on the list as possibly being ineffective. I tried to calm my nerves because I was still days away from missing my period. I finally gave in and bought a home pregnancy test. I took it that night and it was positive. I busted into tears and went to Danson. He told me that he could hardly see that line and that I probably wasn’t pregnant. He told me just to wait and see if my period comes. Well, as much as I wanted too I just couldn’t. I left that night to go to my mom’s house and instead went to CVS and bought 2 more tests that were digital. I came home took this first one and it said…..PREGNANT. I didn’t tell him about that one. I woke up the next morning and took another one… pregnant again. I came home on my lunch break that same day and took the final one…pregnant. I called my sister in tears and said, “I think I’m pregnant.” She asked if I had taken a test and I told her I had taken three. She said, “Well, you’re probably pregnant then.” Thanks for the reassurance!! When Danson came home a few minutes later I told him that I had taken a total of four tests that were all positive and that I was pretty sure I was pregnant. I had to leave to go back to work right after that. I walked out the door and when I got to my car I realized that my keys were still in the house. When I walked through the door Danson was sitting on the couch with tears rolling down his cheeks. Needless to say, those were the first of many tears that we both cried.

We are both very excited about this now. It took some time to realize that big changes are coming soon whether we like it or not. I am due September 21, 2011. It’s a little sad/humorous that we will spend our first wedding anniversary with a baby!!  The good thing about this is that this baby will be growing up with some great cousins all close in age. He/She will only be six months younger than Danslen. He/She will also be 16 months younger than Brayden which is the age difference between Bethany and me. I know that this is God’s plan for us and once this baby gets here we will never think twice about our lives and the way things have turned out.

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."

                                Psalm 139:13-16

What a weekend!!

This past weekend was anything BUT uneventful. The weekend started out great. Saturday Mom, Bethany, Brayden and I went to P.F. Chang's for lunch. I love it! We had a lot of fun eating and socializing and entertaining Brayden. The funniest part of the whole meal was when the waiter brought out the tray and set it beside Brayden. When he turned around to get stuff off of it Brayden casually reached up and grabbed his butt. You should have seen how fast he whirled around. His cheeks turned three shades of red when he realized it was a nine month baby who had just made a pass at him. We were laughing so hard. Needless to say, he avoided Brayden at all cost after that. After lunch, we went by and visited with Meemaw and Pawpaw. They love when we come to visit... well, when we have Brayden with us. :-) Then on Saturday night Mom, Bethany, Brayden, Danson and I all hung out at our house and had "homemade pizza night" which is Danson's favorite type of family get together. During this fun night Brayden threw up his whole bottle. I'm talking squirting out his nose throw up.
Skip to Sunday morning around 1am. Danson gets out of bed to go to the bathroom. When he came back I asked what was going on. He told me he was sick at his stomach. UH OH!!! Now, for a little back ground info, about three weeks ago Danson's sister JoAynn was thinking about coming to spend the night with us because Kevin had the stomach virus and didn't want to catch it. Danson has never had the stomach virus. He didn't know WHAT the big deal was. I told him that when he gets the s.v.(which he will eventually) he was going to eat those words and then have no choice but to throw them up!! By Sunday morning at around 7am Danson was in one bathroom and I was in the other. This bug lasted for over 24 hours. At one point Danson looked at me and said, "I think I would rather be dead." It didn't take long for Mr. Macho man to break under the torture of the dreaded stomach virus. Hopefully next weekend will be much better.

Hank's New Bed

     Well if you have been reading my blog you probably already know that we have a 90 pound rhodesian ridgeback named Hank. Danson decided a couple of years ago that he HAD to have one of these dogs. He researched them daily. They are very hard to come by so it took him several months to find one. That didn't bother me because we also have a weenie dog named Heidi who is my baby. Heidi started out as Danson's parent's dog, but there is no doubt that she considers herself my dog now. When Danson started talking about this HUGE dog he wanted, my first reaction was... that dog is going to be so mean to Heidi and it might even hurt her. Wrong!! Heidi rules the roost. Hank will bow down to Heidi in a second. As a matter of fact, Heidi is the one who constantly gets in trouble for being mean to Hank. When I look back I can't believe that there was a time when Hank wasn't around. I love him so much and I am so glad that his Daddy decided to get him.
     All that being said, Danson and I encountered a problem when we got married. Up until this point Hank slept in the bed with Danson every single night. Danson had one side and Hank had the other. When we got married we realized that two humans and a 90 lb dog were not going to fit in a queen size bed. Unfortunately, Hank is the one who got kicked out. :-) He was moved to his bed right beside ours but that was not good enough for him. We would scold him to get into his bed and he would stay until we were fast asleep. Then I would find myself being woken up five times a night by a cold nose on my leg. I would look over, and Hank's body would be beside the bed and his head would be under the covers. I finally decided that he needed a nicer bed. I found this bed online and it had great reviews. Needless to say, Hank loves it! From the moment it was taken out of the box he has hardly even gotten out of it. We are all sleeping very well now!!

Caught red handed getting a kiss from Heidi

 

Third Time Must be a Charm

This past weekend I attempted, for the second time, to have a successful sleep over with Daniley. The first time she spent the night with me she was very sick and did not feel good at all. So, this weekend I tried it again and I failed again. When Danica dropped her off she told me she had a little bit of a cold but I wasn't worried because it didn't seem to be bothering her. As soon as her mom left, Daniley asked for a reese cup. Naturally, saying no to this child is very, very hard. Especially when she is asking for candy. Her voice goes up a couple of pitches and she gets a very angelic look on her face. Normally she will cock her head over to one side and say, "May I please have a reese cup Aunt Brookie?" So we went to the "candy drawer" in the kitchen to get a reese cup. I looked and looked and looked but there were no reese cups. Unc loves reese cups too, so they don't stay around for too long. I told Daniley that there were no reese cups and that Unc must have eaten them all. She turned around, marched into Unc's bedroom - where he was still sleeping, and said, "Unc! Did you eat all the reese cups?!?!" He said he did so we had to settle for some num a nums (M&M's). This was the topic of the night. At one point she made up a story about Unc eating all the reese cups. This is how it went. "Once upon a time, there was a Unc and he was very, very bad. He ate all the reese cups. The end."

We then headed off to Mom's to eat ham and black eyed peas. Once again, the ham was delicious!! We came home, got a bubble bath, and watched her new Tinkerbell movie. When the movie went off she said, "That was such a good movie I think we should watch some more." I told her that we couldn't because that was the end. Her reply, "Well, you can just rewind it." Me, "Nope, it's bed time." Now, up until this point we have had a GREAT time. We laughed, played hide and go seek, Acted like Santa Clause and put a bubble beard on our faces, and so much more. This is where the story takes a turn for the worst.

Do you remember in the beginning when I said Daniley had a little cold? Well, we went to bed about 9:15ish. She woke up almost every 45 minutes crying for her Mom. Now, if you know Daniley you know this is not like her. The child does not cry for no reason. I would ask her what was hurting and it would only make her tears fall faster. I would get her and hold her until she fell back asleep. At about 2:30am I called her Mommy. When Danica talked to her on the phone all she would do was cry. So, Danica and I decided she needed her mom and she needed to go home. She cried the whole time I was packing her bags and while I was putting her in the car. Once we got in the car she made several funny comments.
1. I am so glad I don't have to sleep anymore.
2. As we are going through town she says - Let's stop at the barbershop and see what LeLe's doing. I assured her that LeLe was at home asleep.
3. At one point she wanted to know what we were going to eat for breakfast.

Once we got to her house she was much better. I think the fact that she had a cold and couldn't breath kept waking her up. When she would wake up and ask for her Mom and when she wasn't there it was very upsetting to her. Everyone knows that when you're sick all you really want is your mom. So needless to say, we will try again for a successful spend the night -all the way through the night -party. We still had a TON of fun!! I sure do love the Sugar Booger!!