The Pumpkin Patch

Well, it has been a while since I have blogged and MUCH has happened. One of the biggest things I have to report is that we found out that our little family is moving to the Wild Wild West. Wyoming here we come! We are now in the middle of the holidays and trying to get our house ready to sale. I am a little nervous, pretty excited, and a tad bit sad. Twenty hours from my mama is kind of a long way but I know that we will work it out. I have confidence that God is in control and He knows what is ultimately best for my family. I know that Wyoming will be full of adventures and hopefully some lessons for life........

I hope, oh how I hope that one of these lessons will be learned by my oldest child. We have had another pottying in public incident. It all started a few weeks ago when we came home from a wonderful family vacation to the Smoky Mountains to find water and black mold in a closet downstairs. How does this relate to Parker relieving himself in public? Stick with me, you will see.

So, my brother-in-law Wes who is AWESOME and can fix or build anything (he is pretty much Bob The Builder only his name is Wes) said he could come fix my bathroom but only on this one weekend. Well, that weekend just HAPPENED to be the last weekend of the pumpkin patch. Needless to say that while my super handy brother-in-law and his sidekick, my adorable husband were working on the bathroom (and watching football), my sister and I decided to get our 4 kids out from under their feet and to the pumpkin patch.

Parker and Olivia playing in the corn....




Well it was a lovely day and while they had already taken down a few of the things that kids love to do, our kids just loved hanging out and running free. The pumpkin patch people had plowed down their little cotton field and my adorable niece was busy picking up what they left behind. Parker was trailing her as they are inseparable and they were being so sweet. I turned my head to watch my oh so cute nephew and my little one playing. I was feeling a little sad because I knew this was going to be rare from Wyoming but don't worry, those sad feelings were replaced with HORROR as I turned back to Olivia and Parker only to find my ALMOST FOUR year old with his pants heading quickly to his ankles......I started running, I would like to tell you that I was running AWAY from the scene and pretending not to know this child but no, I was running toward him because who else is going to tell this boy that he is not to expose himself in public.

As I was running I was trying to get his attention without actually screaming to him to pull up his pants. I figured he probably had plenty of viewers and was trying not to gain more! I said very sternly "Parker , NO"! He looked up and realized that uh oh, this was probably a bad decision! He quickly pulled up his pants and we went to the restroom. If only he had happened as smoothly as it seems when I type it out here. It was totally embarrassing and reminded me that kids often teach us tiny lessons on pride.

Oh, did I mention that there were not one, but TWO birthday parties at the pumpkin patch that day? Did I also mention that there were probably 20-30 kids there for EACH?! Oh yea, that's right! Look out Wyoming, HERE WE COME!

My adorable nephew Evan....how I love this kid....

Until next time,
~Leigh or Debbi~ if you need to know about this read my first blog.

Love and Marriage

Today is a normal crazy day in our house. We had a great play date this morning where I realized that play dates are a MUST in stay at home mom's lives. Why do I not do these more often? We then went to Lunch Bunch which is a group of us mom's and our kids get together once a month to have lunch and let the kids get to know each other. It is always a great and sometimes stressful time but we are all in it together with the screaming, spilling of drinks, and just overall noisiness of it all. Then I had to pick my husband up and go get my military id renewed because the Air Force won't let me do it by myself. This process usually takes FOREVER but today we were in and out and I felt oh so very lucky. Then in my effort to not give the kids a nap since it was 2:30 by the time we were leaving base, I decided to bake with them. As I drove to Kroger I looked into the backseat and realized that both my 2 and 3 year old munchkins were sleeping soundly. I turned the car around and put them in bed and am now relishing in the quiet until I have to wake them up so they will go to bed at a decent hour.

I tell you all of this because I want to relay to you that this is an ordinary day in our house and yet I find myself thinking of things that made me want to write a blog to begin with. I am inspired, and it actually came at a time when I have a few minutes to sit down and type out my thoughts! YAY!

Today the topic is marriage. I have been married a very short 5 1/2 years. I realize that this is nothing...its like 5 minutes to lots of you and yet to me, its forever. I can hardly remember the us we used to be. Our lives now center around the kids, the house, the bills, the dogs, the Air Force which is more like a family member than a career. Sometimes I miss those tingly feelings I used to get when I knew Stephen was coming to town. I was anxious, and always counting down the minutes until he arrived, or if I was going to see him, those last 30 miles just seemed to take FOREVER to cover. Now, it seems that we pass each other in the hallway between dinner and bedtime and absolutely NEVER go to bed at the same time. (We need to work on that last one) Today I found myself in a rare moment as we were sitting in the car waiting the 12 minutes it takes Parker to chose a toy out of the floorboard and then buckle himself in the car seat, in that moment, I saw the young guy I feel in love with. The one who I tried so desperately not to fall in love with and failed miserably. Then, I felt this longing for those feelings, I missed him, I missed us, I drove halfway to Kroger and back thinking of how I missed the feelings that used to come from the very thought of being near him. It kind of made me sad like, is that gone forever? That totally stinks. It came to me though, that I miss it because we don't have the time to put into our relationship that we used to. I miss the alone time and the conversations without interruptions. I know now that its when you DON'T miss it that you have something to worry about. I know that we will have our time when the kids are older and we aren't as busy to do the things we used to love. And in the meantime, I feel overcome with thankfulness, at the blessings that God has given me. I am still completely in love with my husband and still find him extremely adorable. I have the most adorable kids in the entire world and the problems that I see in our lives are pretty much just issues I need to fix within myself.

I hope this resonates with some of my followers! Thanks for reading, stop by again for some more tales of peeing in public and saying inappropriate things at the complete wrong time. Those happen more than these moments of deep inspiring thought!

Ciao,
Debbi/Leigh
(So, i've been watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey and they've been in Paris, I find myself saying "Ciao" and wanting pasta)

The Land of the Free....

Nothing says America like....


A tractor..


Some cotton....


And an old truck....

As I clean my house and pack up to drive the 2 1/2 hours to my family for the 4th of July festivities I am a little.....nostalgic. It seems that today and by "today" I mean 2010, we are bombarded with the negativity of our nation. When you turn on the news all you hear is propaganda and horror stories. I can't help but wonder, does anyone realize how awesome of a country we are anymore? Do they still get it? Maybe I am a little more senstitive on the subject since I am married to a soldier. I will blog someday about the mind of a soldier, i've always found it fascinating how my husband and his comrades think when it comes to their job.

I am feeling very proud right now of my nation. A place of blessings beyond measure and incomprehensible beauty. The very nation that people run to for opportunity and acceptance. Do we do everything right? No, of course not! However, we are ahead of the game. I hope this weekend we can look past the politics and frustrations of our nation and see the beauty in the freedom it provides.

At the heart of America is people who work hard, play hard, and take pride in teaching their children about baseball, barbeque, pies, and the simple enjoyment of a land that was fought for, and preserved, by a very respectable group of people. Americans know that freedom isn't free, and respect the flag of our nation, not for the beauty of the pattern but for the blood that was lost to keep it flying. My heart aches this weekend for all of the families out there who's cookouts will be missing someone special so that we can celebrate in peace.

God Bless America, land that I love....

I haven't blogged in a while so I thought I would at least try to throw some things up here. Our summer is so incredibly busy always. It seems that we hole up in the house to endure the winter (I know, we don't really have a winter in MS but it is pretty cold to us) and then we never stay home in the summer. We are having a really good summer so far filled with lots of time in the pool and mini vacations to my parent's house. My little monkeys adore their Papa and Dee and have so much fun when we visit them. We have several more trips planned for the summer including "camping" (in a cabin) with the Baxley's (my boys ADORE their boys even though they are much older) and then a Holt family vacation in SC at the BEACH and I AM SO READY to be at THE BEACH!

I just got back from Natitoches, LA. I went there with my two sisters and my mom in celebration for my oldest sister's 40th birthday. It was A BLAST! First of all, we haven't been anywhere in so long with just the 4 of us and it was long overdue and too much fun! Also, Steel Magnolias was filmed in this tiny charming town and we had so much fun "living" the movie by visiting the sites of everything. Steel Magnolias captures the essence of southern women in a very special way and I adore the dynamic that all of the characters have with each other. Here are some pictures of the trip.


This lady was in Steel Magnolias and was hilarious and a fantastic tour guide, I wanted to bring her home with me.

My mom is beautiful, fun, and hilarious!

So, she probably hates this picture having sweated all of her make up off but it is one of the few that isn't featuring my double chin and it is my blog after all....love you mama.


This picture shows perfectly how quaint and adorable Natitoches is.

Can you believe she is 40? It is crazy ridiculous, she looks 30, also, we forced her to wear the "birthday princess" sash and the "Its my B'Day" ribbon!

These are the bags I made for them before the trip.

Ciao!
Debbi/Leigh (yes it still has come to this)

Well it has happened. The youngest of my two boys is now 2 years old. I no longer have a "baby". It is a little sad for me, I have to admit and I would say "where has all the time gone", but I know the answer to that question, I was there for just about every single moment. I am eternally greatful for my little rugrat. He is awesome and hilarious

Here is Elijah Stephen Holt in pictures...words can't express how insanely adorable and funny this little guy is so I thought I would share Eli with you this way:


I still can't believe how dark his hair was


Lovin those feet....

1 year old Eli, what a cutie, I can't believe this was a year ago.....

Such a little goofball, he LOVES sunglasses and hats!

I love this little man, my little snuggle monkey!

Stay tuned for pics of my new throw pillow covers I made!

Happy Mother's Day

So, it is Mother's Day and while I relished in my omelet that my three men provided for me, in bed this morning, I couldn't help but think of how much of a rookie mom I am. Yesterday was an extremely busy day for us and we were constantly surrounded by parents with children around the same ages as ours. It is so funny to be in the midst of these situations and watch how many different parenting styles there are. I mean, it varied from oblivion, to micromanagement. Who am I to say how to do this thing right? I am a rookie. I've been at this for a little over 3 years now and it seems to get easier and harder all at the same time. I can not admire more, the work my mom put into being the best homemaker to ever walk the planet. She set a tremendous example but sometimes I wish she would have had just one boy, so that she would have advice for me in certain situations.

For instance, yesterday, while at a state park for a crawfish boil/going away party for some of our friends, my oldest child was playing in the sand with three girls. I looked over every few minutes to make sure he was still there and playing nicely. Well, at one point, I look over and there are three little girls between the ages of 4 and 6 sitting in the sand watching as Parker (3 years old) pulls down his pants and is working on his underwear, facing them, nonetheless. I of course start running over and screaming, "Parker pull your pants up" while all the ladies I was standing with are doubled over laughing. I had to explain to him that, not only do you not pee in public, you definitely don't pull your pants down in front of three little girls. I think the conversation included "pee pee sand is no fun to play in". The irony in this story is that I did not take my child to the restroom, I pulled him behind a tree. I know, I know, that is not the ideal process in which to teach your child not to pee in public but, the bathroom was not immediately accessible and I was really scared that since I cut him off right before the act, he wouldn't be able to make it. My husband, who was not reared in the backwoods of Mississippi, says to me and the onlookers, "that's what happens when you teach your child that the backyard is their toilet". Ahhh, the joys of parenting boys! This would have ended with much less embarrassment had all of these people been from the south but since we are military dwellers, they are from all over and most of them see this as totally appalling behavior!

To all of you seasoned parents out there, please feel free to give me advice, especially on the raising of these rowdy boys because I feel like I need every possible resource to make this job turn out the way its supposed to.

Happy Mama's Day to all of you who sometimes feel that going to the dentist is a nice, quiet break from the day to day craziness of parenting!

"Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it" Proverbs 22:6

Haiti

These pictures are just a few of the ones taken by my friend Joel who has been going over and doing relief work in Haiti. This little boy was orphaned by the earthquake and now lives in a squatter camp.

Hello readers, all 7 of you! I wanted to tell you something that has been on my heart very heavily lately and see if any of you feel compelled to help me in this mission. I have a friend who is an amazing guy and leads a fabulous life that I could only dream of. He was a missionary to South Africa for several years, got married, came back to live in D.C. He does all sorts of exciting things from there too and still does lots of mission work. Well, he has been going to Haiti and helping the people try to get out of the complete desolation that the earthquake has left them in. He posts pictures on the internet of orphaned children and families living on the streets under sheets. While my heart just wants to go over there and adopt as many orphaned children as I can, my head tells me I should probably just do something feasible like send tents. There are several families living literally on the side of the road with sheets over them. Haiti is entering their rainy season and for a lot of these families that just makes their already hopeless reality seem even more desolate. I am on a quest to send as many tents as I can. Alot of these family have 7-8 members so we need big tents that cost about $250 a peice. All I am asking of you is to pray that these people will find Christ in the midst of their situation and get the hope and help that only He provides. Oh, and if you have a few extra dollars you want to send my way to help buy tents, that would be awesome too. My friend Joel will actually take the tents to Haiti and give them to people. Please join me in prayer for all of these people and as much support as God puts on your heart to give.



If you have any questions, please e-mail me at: Leighbluiz@yahoo.com (it would help if the title read "Haiti relief")

I am a SEWING MACHINE! :-)

So recently I have been sewing, sewing sewing! It is so much fun and has just confirmed my need for a little girl! I am only posting the pictures of my 2 latest Masterpieces. OK, so they don't QUITE live up to that title but I AM very proud of them. I have also been sewing petticoats for the Spring Pilgrimage that we have in my town. A lot of the old houses are open to the public for tours and there are docents dressed in period dresses to show you around. It is a fantastic time and I was a docent last year and decided to help out on sewing as well as be a docent this year.

This is my first tote bag I made. It is lined with chocolate fabric. Cute eh?
The dress is just a t-shirt I bought on SUPER SALE at gymboree for my niece and then sewed the skirt on it. It is not perfect and taught me a very valuable lesson about sewing with knit (wow, I actually know the names of fabrics now, this makes me laugh): do not do it in front of your children unless you would like them to say words not fit for a 2 and 3 year old! It did turn out pretty cute though.





Oh yea, the kids are kinda tired of my sewing adventures because they don't really see it as adventure and more like a reason why we aren't playing outside so we did rake some leaves and let them play in them. If only I could sew outside while the kids played. That would be IDEAL.





Oh, Eli helped daddy rake and Parker mostly carried around huge handfuls of leaves and threw them onto Eli. Such is our life. And, I KNOW there is a HUGE amount of leaves here, we pretty much waited until the trees were completely bare before raking because, really whats the point in doing it before then!

Until next time.....

3 years old

Well, I know what ya'll are thinking....she QUIT THE BLOG TOO! ALAS, I am here blogging. Its been a rough little while for us full of ruptured ear drums (Elijah), fever and coughing (Parker) and cross-countrys (Stephen). Those were the bad things that I won't blog about. The good things are that I finished 2 pillowcases thus far in my sewing adventures and let me just tell you, when you have a 3 year old and almost 2 year old, its nearly impossible to sew. The few times i've done it at home was when I was in the mindset of, "i'll never be able to have a hobby and live in a clean house, so oh well, the house goes today". So basically I have sewn a few things and then missed 2 sewing classes in a row because Stephen went Cross-Country and my babysitter flew to New Mexico to see her grandmother, and then for Parker's 3rd birthday.

Parker, my very organized, smart, adorable first born turned 3. I shed a few tears and felt a little depressed. I did not, however, get baby fever. When my boys, who are 15 months apart, are both sick at the same time, I tend to leap right over baby-fever straight to longing for days when they are too big to hold...and then of course I slap myself for even thinking such things because I want to hold them everyday until I die. Oh man, I just realized what a trail I went on...whoa! Yea, so back to Parker's birthday. Well, it was a roller coaster. We went to the doctor on the eve of his birthday, it was an event for the whole family. Yep, even Stephen went, he in fact took leave so he could be a part of the doctor visit. Parker was supposed to get the MMR and frankly if he cries and says no, i'm like, "Ok, lets not do it today", partly because I don't want him to feel pain and partly because the MMR freaks me out. So Daddy came to be the one to say, "its ok, you can do this", to me of course, as they torture my poor baby. But no shot this time, I actually breathed a sigh of relief, he had a cough and I have a strict rule that my children get no shots when they are the least bit sick, it really cuts down on me having to be brave and endure those horrible things.

After the doctor's visit we went to Jackson to have his party at my parent's house. It was a party but he was missing his best friend and cousin Olivia who had the flu and his older cousins Noah, and Luke, who he thinks are awesome and play with him and give him things. It seemed that my entire family had come down with some sort of crud and just spread it around to each other. He still had a great time though and got way too much stuff like always. We had a Madagascar theme and it turned out really cute and I was really proud of the cake my mom and I did. We are an awesome team.

Now, post 3rd birthday, I find myself signing up for T-ball, flag football and preschool, all of which gives me excitment and makes me want to cry. I can't believe that these 3 years have just zoomed right on by and I have this tall skinny kid (not baby) to show for it, along with a lesser in stature rugrat. My cup overflows......

Title and address of blog has changed...

So, it was brought to my attention that "Debbi Does Dallas" was, in fact, an actual pornographic film in the 70's. I did not know that. I thought it was a movie but not THAT kind of movie. SO, as it is offensive to people, mostly my mom, I decided to change the name. Sorry mom, I agree, your daughter doesn't need to be affiliated with that kind of "stuff"! So, my NEW blog title:

I had never read "Where the Wild Things Are" until I had children. I MIGHT have when I was younger but I don't remember. Stephen said it was one of his favorite books as a child so I bought it for Parker and Eli. Well, they LOVE IT, especially Eli who is MY little "wild thing". I love the line, "and then cried Max, 'Let the wild RUMPUS start', so I decided that my life was a bit of a WILD RUMPUS and felt it fitting to make that my blog title thus ensuing the happiness of my mother which everyone knows makes life much more pleasant.

Nothing super new to write about except that I drove to a neighboring town today to sign up and pay for my sewing class! I am SUPER EXCITED! Tonight I am going to get my sewing machine out and actually make sure that it WORKS! Thanks Aunt Susan, you are the greatest!

Peace and love to all my blog readers, all 6 of you! I feel honored that you read my ramblings. I will keep em coming as long as you keep reading.

PS. Naomi, one of the greatest friends a girl could ask for, got a new puppy due to the tragic loss of "spence", her previous doggie, and now I HAVE PUPPY FEVER! Don't worry, I'm not getting another dog, but they tempt me with e-mails full of pictures of these cute pups needing a new home and it just breaks my heart. So, I want to run over to the pound and grab up a dog, then fly over to Haiti and grab up a child. Oh, if only I were Madonna!

Clara Bell Gober Tyson May...kinda has a ring to it...

Well, today is the 2nd anniversary of my grandmother's passing. It was a horrific day and I feel that I am traumatized by it. I had nightmares all night long and couldn't sleep but I am blogging today not about her death but about the tremendous life she lead.

Its funny to me how when you think of a grandmother you think of a sweet little old lady. Well, let me tell you, my Granny was NOT that! She was kind but she was strong. She was pretty, not in the dainty grandmotherly way but in the way that happens when you have a life full of laughter and hard times all mixed together. She had strong shoulders, a strong back, and thick skin. She had salt and pepper hair that was more pepper than salt and kind eyes. She was a TRUE southern woman. She had an infectious smile and mischievous look about her as if she knew that life was far more worth while if you had a little unconventional fun. She could read emotions and knew when one of her children, grandchildren, or great grandchildren was sad, happy, excited or up to no good. She had a way about her that can never be replaced but will always be cherished.

Granny out-lived two husbands and her baby girl and yet she still always had laughter curling her lips and found joy in the life with her remaining family. I didn't want this to really read like a tribute or memorial. If I were to decide to write one of those about my granny then it would take months of writing, rewriting and then finally I would probably trash the whole thing because how do you write something about one of the most amazing people you have ever had the priviledge to know? The simplicity of it is this: when the weather is really bad, I cry because I know my Granny would be blowing up my phone to tell me to stay at home and turn on the news, when its a beautiful day with awesome weather I think of Granny because it was days like those that I loved to go to her house, drink coffee and sit out by her pond just chatting; well, mostly listening and laughing. I will miss her always, but I know that reunion she had with her little girl and the love of her life was so incredible and I am so happy that she is praising our Lord and Creator for healing her of cancer and allowing her to have such a fulfilled life, and she gets to do it face to face! WOW!

At her graveside my oldest sister, Terri, and my cousin, Sydney and I sang "In The Garden". I had read a story once where it said when the wind blows at a funeral you know it is the spirit of the person who has passed away letting you know that they appreciate what you are doing and are in a better place. Well, as my sister and cousin and I sang that song, a strong wind blew through the tent and almost knocked the pole out of the ground. I had to smile because if Granny was going to let us know that she was there, she wouldn't just let a breeze kiss our cheeks, she would make a statement with it. Maybe it was just a windy day, but I like to think it was her, letting me know she was there.

I love you Granny, you will forever be in my heart and a part of who I am. I hope to make you proud in all of my endeavors.

The Saints, Sewing, and Olivia Claire

First and foremost I have to give props to THE SAINTS!! WOO HOO! I was SO excited that they won and are going to the Superbowl. My sweet daddy has been a fan ever since they began their journey in New Orleans so it seems that black and gold runs in my veins. It is going to be the first superbowl that I actually watch for something other than the half-time show and the commercials. Stephen is a big Colts fan so i'm sure it will be very interesting. I, of course, am pulling for the Saints!



Well, today I singed up for my first BEGINNERS sewing class. I am SUPER excited. Who knew that I would end up being, or at least aspiring to be crafty? My mom has always been a great seamstress so I have huge shoes to fill but I really hope it catches on in my brain. You never know with me, if it doesn't click then it will be yet another thing that gets thrown to the side like the flute, softball, the piano, children's choir, oh the list goes on and on and on. I may have to change this blog to: "The Adventures of Sewing" depending of course on if it really ends up being an adventure and not a totally frustrating, chaotic mess. Then again, who wants to read endless blogs on my very basic attempts to sew. I think i'll keep it the way it is....that way it can cover the plethora of things in my life both mundane and exciting. I do of course, hope sewing is "exciting" as silly as it sounds.



And to finalize my blog I have to write about my sweet niece Olivia Claire. She turns 3 years old today. I was there when she was born. It would turn out to be another 26 days until Parker, my oldest son, decided to enter the world. They were supposed to be just 10 days apart and since she came very early and he came very late....there is now a 26 day difference. Yes, to you, the reader, that isn't much, but when you are hugely pregnant and your sister goes into labor weeks early and then you have to wait 26 long torturing days, it seems like it will never end. So, back to January 25th 2007. I was at home in Sanford, NC and it was around 4:30 or 5am. Wendi calls and says she is probably going to the hospital at 8. So, I get up, call in to work and start gathering things I think she will need knowing that Wes probably will forget...including an ENORMOUS basket of coins. I guess I thought that there would be noway to get to real food and we would be dining on vending machine sandwiches and coke for their entire stay in the hospital. I drove the 25 minutes to their condo in Apex and was SUPER excited. I get reminding knots in my stomach just thinking about it. They let me stay in the delivery room and watch the whole thing but made me sit because they just knew I would pass out at the sight of another woman pushing out a baby. It was quite the opposite. I couldn't stay in that seat. I was SO excited and bawling and just couldn't believe this little tiny bundle of spirit and joy was going to be my sister's new daughter. It was an amazing day and has been an amazing 3 years. She is such a lovely little girl with wild hair, hilarious antics and a sweet, nurturing nature. I adore her and everything that goes into who she is, my sweet little Livi.

The first of many.....

So, i've started a blog. I've been talking about it for a long time now and figure, while it might just be one of those things like journals and excersize that seem to be put on the backburner in my life...maybe this habit will stick. As for the title. My entire life, well since I was 15, there has been an issue with my name; Deborah Leigh Brown Holt, thats it. It seems like a simple enough name, the issue is that when I was 15 I decided to become "Leigh" instead of the "Debbi" I had been up to that point. Recently one of my friends found out about this prior use of "Debbi" via the wonderful world of FACEBOOK and now it is a big joke amoung my new friends who know me as "Leigh". So, her husband who thinks he is SO amusing asked her, to ask me, if i've ever "Done Dallas". Well I thought it was funny because I think he is SO amusing too and that is where my blog title came from. Sorry mom, if this has any bad implications....for the record I have never "done" any kind of city, well not in the way that it implies.

The meat of who Deborah Leigh Brown Holt is. I was born in a tiny town, Harrisville, MS and considered myself not as much from there, but only being reared there until my parent's found a city more presentable. I have since become very fond of my childhood in my very tiny town. There is a lot a country girl knows about things that I think would have otherwise passed her by and for this, I am proud of Harrisville, my hometown. I will skip a whole lot of nonsense and put you to the me I am today.

I am 28 years old. I have a fantastic family and wonderful friends. I married a wonderful man January 15th, 2005 who is a pilot in the Air Force and is the wonderful father of our 2 boys. Parker is almost 3 and is exactly like his father in action and genetic makeup. They could be twins and are both annoyed by people's lack of understanding on things they think are important. Elijah is almost 2 and is hilarious and big goofball and thinks its hilarious to get on the nerves of those aforementioned men, mainly his big brother. I also have a cocker spaniel, Jolene who my husband bought for me just 2 weeks after we got married and 3 weeks before he deployed for the first time being my husband. She is as spoiled as any dog who was raised by a lonely military wife can be expected to be and thinks that she owns our house, and well, she does get her way most of the time. All of the people in my life are delights and I have so much fun with them and lots of worry, and LOTS of wondering where my sanity will go when the final thread does leave me. That is enough for today.

My following blogs will probably be about these people who I have named but i'm sure I will drag more names into this whole thing before its all said and done. I hope SOMEBODY out there can relate to my crazy life and has fun reading and commenting!

Leigh, or Debbi (yes this is what it has become)