Amanda and the Hendersons

I have a four year old that likes to choose his preference of anesthesia....... this takes most doctors by surprise....... He knows what works best for him. I have the four year old that holds the mask to his own face as he breathes deeply to go to sleep for surgery.  I have a four year old who can tell you how they insert a mediport into your chest...... can tell you what an MRI is, a CT scan..... a surgery........ I have a four year old who understands the concept of having medicine to stay well. I have a four year old who amazes nurses and medical staff at his ability to take grown up size pills with ease........ I have a four year old who giggled uncontrollably when they fitted him with his hearing aide and he was able to hear us whisper to him....... I have a four year old who rocks the headband hearing device and believes me when I tell him it is cool. I have a four year old who voices his hopes.....that one day, he wont need medicine and the hospital. I ha...

This post will be out of my ordinary for sure........ What do you know about wrestling?  I have a lot of friends that know everything about the sport.  Not I, I began this little sporting endeavor of Paysen's knowing nothing more than the obvious......singlets, sweat, mats, fungus and rolling around.  Ha ha. To tell you the truth I wasn't very excited about starting down this road with Paysen.  I always knew he would wrestle because his daddy did.....but of all the sports, this one made me the most nervous.  I was so wrong to doubt. For those of you who were like me and don't know much about the sport let me give you some basics that I have learned.         Wrestling is intense......even at 6 years old, you are expected to show up for practice and work your little buns off......there is closed practice.....no mama there to watch, so no chance of whining and getting out of the work.      ...

Man have I ever missed writing......the reasons why I haven't been aren't very good.  I haven't felt like I have much to say lately. (I have plenty to say....but its crazy pregnant lady garble)  The miracle of life is not one that I take lightly.......I am in awe of the entire process.....completely aware of the awesome things that happen when life is being formed......That being said, being pregnant is not my favorite thing. I have tried so hard this time around to love it.  There are things that I love......feeling the baby move, watching my belly as I feel the baby move.....not having to lift heavy things....planning for the baby to arrive.  Please don't get me wrong, I know there are people who cannot easily be where I am, that having a baby is a privilege....and I appreciate the entire process and am so thankful for the life with in me.  I just don't feel great.  I feel like a sweaty, awkward, waddling, forgetful, emotional crazy person.  I ...