T.M.I or....Too MUCH information???? NEVER!

As far back as my memory allows, I remember reading annnnnnnnny and everything I could get my hands on! From the back of shampoo bottles, books, magazines, encyclopedias (oh boy, that dates me),  I've always loved (random), information. I remember sitting for hours reading the dictionary at a very, VERY young age FOR FUN!!!!! (Remember that cute little boy from Jerry Maguire when he asked if Jerry knew how much the human head / brain weighed), Yup! That was (afraid still is), Me!!!!

How odd and random to be such a wealth of information! But, I've always been this way!

Fast forward to today, not much has changed with my quest for information. I have the MOST random thoughts at times and find myself at the mercy of what I call "Random Google search of the day" With information readily available and most times, in.the.palm.of.my.hand (cell phone), off I wonder into the land of Google. Here are some yummy and recent topics of interest I have looked into just recently......

"What was the evidence against O.J. Simpson again" 

"When to get a second opinion from another Doctor" 

"What is Mesothelioma.... and why the fig do they have commercials on late at night"

" Marsh mellow Fondant  tips and tricks"

It makes for great conversation topics at least! Never a dull moment with this chick...

Oh, and in case you're wondering... Here is some info you may find helpful: 

"The weight of a human head is entirely dependent upon the size of the individual head. Generally, a fully developed adult human head without hair will weigh between 8 and 12 pounds" Thank you Google!

 

Run Nicky! Run!!!!

Most mommies can relate to the challenge of wrestling with a busy, energetic and curious toddler ( kids in general!) The challenge of trying to do annnnnnnnnything else but give full attention to the little one can get overwhelming. Laundry, bills, (facebook haa ), FORGET about it! This past Sunday I thought I could simply put on my supermom cape and brave “some” of the 12 hour volleyball tournament that James and Jomarie had. As if I was planning for a weekend trip, I packed treats and toys for the kids and was certain my little ones (Nicky mostly), would have a full day to be a busy bee! With coffee in hand, a skip in my step, goldfish treats, a small library, and allllllllll of his favorite toys… off we went to a easy and breezy day at the gym right!?……yeah, not so much.

After pushing the stroller AND our mobile camp site up mountains, thru snow, mud and black ice we finally arrived inside the gym. Too bad it was at THE WRONG END of the court! Sneakers screeching, whistles blowing, crowds roaring, balls bouncing and not a seat in sight for this momma to set up camp!


My 4pound 9oz baby that we brought home from the hospital 19 short months ago has turned into…. Uhhhh, mmmmmm, errrrr, well! A LITTLE BOY AND A DARE DEVIL!!! Long gone are the days of him being content with just being held. No longer is he happy to play with his baby toys! He wants to be independent and running the show!I can only image how the busy gym was so inviting to him!!! Baby Nicholas brought his “A” game and he’s ready to get his fitness onnnnn!!! Moving around trying to escape from his stroller before we have parked his car (stroller) This is gonna be terrific!


Within 7.5 minutes I begin to question ‘why’ I even tried to pull this one off? Imagine the pure delight of nearly being ejected from the tournament from every person in our path! NEVER AGAIN in this short season of him being at this active age will I try to contain him in an open gym… NEVER again! Thankfully my sister was there and lived in the area saving the day! Now able to enjoy the tournament I could take in the day and support my #1 man and my favorite athlete & James’ protégé: JoJo


Now, on to the true intent of this blog entry… Have you ever found yourself admiring a child from a distance? Not in a *stalker* kind of a way, but simply being in awe at how incredibly adorable the little one is? Picture if you can the….most….beautiful…. blonde haired and blue eyed toddler boy you have everrrr seen! (note I did mention blonde, as Nicholas Beppe’ takes the prize for brown hair..wink wink) The word “angelic” pretty much sums up the little boy that managed to capture my attention all day long (of course, when not watching James and JoJo), He was soooo happy to just sit, watch the game and clap his hands. It was unreal how content the little dude was! Thinking back to my episode and epic failure I had with baby Nicky earlier and not lasting 30 minutes, I would have loved to have him by my side so happy like that other little baby.

The afternoon turned into early evening and coach James and the lady Rebels secured their spot in the finals! Yaay team!!!!! We had a break before the finals started, and I found myself next to the parents of the Angel baby as they were on the sidelines against the wall. I learned he was just a few days older than baby Nicholas and his name was “Howie” (of course it was, he looked like a Howie.) I had shared with the parents how I had been admiring Howie all day. I explained that I also had a toddler and that I had to send him away with his Aunt LaLa in order for me to enjoy the game. Hindsight, I can only imagine how my petty complaints of how baby Nicholas wanted to run, climb, chase balls etc sounded to them.


As I shared my admiration for how well baby Howie was, I was soon to have my ENTIRE world and perception of mothering Nicky in this “busy” season ROCKED AND SHAKEN TO THE CORE.


With tears in her eyes, Howie’s mommy said to me, “I would give anything to chase Howie around, to see him run after a ball” (now she’s crying and I’m starting to sob)… “Howie has severe disabilities physically and the Dr’s say he will never walk” she said. You are very blessed she said to me! I was speechless and realized my limited vocabulary would never suffice for this tender moment. I was forever changed as a mother and realized how incredibly blessed I am to have happy, healthy, sound and whole, children! I don’t understand the complex sovereignty of our God, and how Nicholas is perfect in every way while baby Howie has physical disabilities. Howie too is perfect and precious in the eyes of our creator and his mommy.


With that experience I say……. “RUN NICKY RUN, CLIMB, KICK, SCREAM, I WILL FOREVER CHASE AFTER YOU MR. PERFECT