"Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. " -Helen Keller

Friday, August 15, 2008

My next big crafty thing...a Bat Mitzvah present...

A dear friend of mine in Florida will be holding her daughter's Bat Mitzvah next month. A group of 10 of us joined together to help create this special gift for her daughter. I get the honor of assembling the quilt for this lovely young lady.

Here are the cross stitch squares that are going into the quilt...













And here is the first of the 12 motifs assembled...



I need to complete this in the next two weeks. All the squares are cut out. All the squares made from 2 triangles are sewn together. Do you think I can get it done?

Thursday, August 14, 2008

My children are soooooo weird.

My seven year old is sitting here BURPING the Wonder Pets song. Only with boys.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Now comes the part I dread...

My hubby and I have really talked and we've decided we would like to try for one more baby. Vic would have been perfectly happy to just stick with the 3 we have but he understands that I truly feel there is suppose to be a 4th baby. Sooo, the game is afoot.

The next step is the part I dread the most. I have to find a new OB/GYN. That's right, I have lived here for over 2 yrs and still don't have a local doc. No, I didn't go that long without an exam. I just drove all the way back to Burlington and had my yearly exam at my old OB's office so I didn't have to go through trying to figure out which doc/office would be best. I think I was also avoiding having to explain my whole history to a new doctor. UGH...I could really do without that.

See, its not that doctors intimidate me. Just the contrary, I have no fear in advocating my course of treatment with a doctor (and I believe that's why we have Gabe). Its just that my last OB and his office staff were so wonderful that I fear I will be dissatisfied with whatever doc I pick. My old OB had actually been through infertility treatment with his wife so he had a clue what it was like. I didn't have to fight him for testing. I didn't have to fight him to get the prescriptions I needed. In fact, once we decided on a course of action, I left the office with the prescriptions for both progesterone and lovenox to be filled at the appropriate time. I want...no I expect the same treatment this time around and I am worried it may be hard to find.

I've got a list of 6 offices locally that my insurance covers. One office got eliminated before I even talked to them because ALL the reviews I found for them were horrible. There is one office I am leaning towards. I hope they are as good as their info indicates. It would be nice to get it right immediately.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

My crazy life...

Life is never ever calm and quiet in my household. We have 3 boys, 2 dogs, 2 cats, and three fish...and none of them are quiet (except the fish). Anyone who has visited me or knows me can tell you I keep a close eye on my kids. Despite this, in less than 2 weeks, Gabe has almost broken my glasses, learned to climb the ladder to Marty's loft bed, opened a motrin bottle and attempted to eat one, stolen my flour container while I was cooking dinner and hid it, sprayed himself in the eyes with bug spray resulting in me having to forcibly flush out his eyes, and climbed onto a dresser 6 times. Joey has taught himself to spider walk after watching Ninja Warriors.

The cat thinks he needs to attack the fishing pole.


And yet, I seem to think I need to add more to my life. Yeah, I want to add a baby to all this craziness. I think I must be certifiable because I love my life.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Memory Tag...

Margaret has this over on her blog...what fun!

So who reads my blog (even all you lurkers)?

1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I have together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, post anything you remember! And, if you've never met me in real life, you can leave a comment about your favorite post I wrote and why it was your favorite.

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. Its a lot of fun to see the responses you get. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

A funny story...

The author of a blog I read asked for funny stories...I thought I'd share the story I posted there with y'all too.

Whenever my kids are being wild or loud or just way out there, I blame my husband's Y chromosome. Yesterday, my 11 yr old and 2 yr old were in rare form. When I commented on it, my 11 yr old looked at me and said, "I have your husband's DNA. If you wanted calm, quiet, compliant children, you should have done a better job picking." I think it was at least 5 minutes before I stopped laughing.

Can someone explain to me...

exactly what "2007 fertile school crafts" are? This is one of the latest google searches that found my blog. Its just bizarre enough that my mind it going places it really shouldn't. Anyone have a really good explanation as to what the thought process behind this search is?

SHOW AND TELL: Presents from friends and a present for a friend


Show and Tell


Yesterday, one of my blogging friends was thanking her friends for supporting her through a hard time. I told her, "You are very welcome. My "computer friends" have gotten me through so many hard times. Supporting you was the least I could do." When I used the term "computer friends", I am simply referring to all my wonderful friends that I've met through the boards I post to or the blogs I visit. Many of you I have never met in person but that doesn't make you any less of a friend. Two of my friends on my cross stitch board recently surprised me with gifts just because they wanted to. I wanted to say thank you to Dee and Carolyn. The love and support of friends during good times is as valuable as their love and support during bad times. Carolyn sent me a wonderful dragon (the green one)...


and Dee sent me a few cross stitch patterns off my wish list. I am so lucky to have friends like that.

The ladies on the cross stitch board also recently completed a gift for one of our members. This is the big project I referred to in my last post. 40 people from all over the world stitched squares of love and friendship for our dear friend Henny who recently lost her husband. I had the privilege and honor of assembling all the squares into a quilt. Click on the picture of the quilt to see close ups of the squares and a larger pic of the quilt itself.


Have you done anything special for anyone recently? Has anyone recently surprised you with unexpected support, a present, or something you really needed? Pay it forward!

Friday, August 08, 2008

Crafty Me...

I haven't posted anything about all my crafty projects in a long time. Here are some of the projects I have been working on recently...

Biscornu (think 8 sided pin cushion)


Victorian house I designed and stitched for Kathye's round robin...


Director's chair I designed and stitched for a friend...


My Welcome round robin designed using the Dragon Dreams alphabet...



A friendship piece I designed for one of my best friends in the world...


The band I designed for Stef's band sampler...


and, my ornie (from a design on Angelic Stitches), stitched over one, for our Christmas in July exchange...


I have one more BIG project completed recently but I can't post the pics yet because the recipient hasn't received it yet.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

How cool is this?



This map shows where the last 100 unique visitors to my blog have come from.

I LOVE IT!

Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband Vic...

We've been together for 16 years and married for almost 14 and I love him more today than I did back then. He is kind, thoughtful, and a gentle bear of a man (even though he always reminds me that bears have claws...LOL). We have been to hell and back together. Life has thrown more at us than anyone should have to go through. But, we relied on each other and our faith and came through it all stronger, better, and ultimately even happier. My husband is a wonderful man, a fabulous father, and one of the hardest working men I know.

I am so truly proud of this man I married and want everyone to know just how blessed I am.

I love you sweetie and I hope we have many, many more years together (50 more would be good).

Yay, yay, yay...REALLY GOOD NEWS...

My friend Rebel from Diary of an Infertile Madwoman got good news. She is cancer free! She instead had a complex hyperplasia without atypia. This is an endometrial problem and is pretty common in women with PCOS.

Thank you so much for the prayers you extended her. Y'all are great.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

BlogHer and the Adoption, Loss, and Infertility Panel...

BlogHer is a site and a conference that celebrates women bloggers. They had panels on everything from publishing a book from your blog to alternative parenting to crafts to Adoption, Loss, and Infertility. I know many of my friends have never dealt with infertility and I know some have. For those of you who want to know more about how infertility affects people, go by Mel's site Stirrup Queens. She has posted the video of the Adoption, Loss, and Infertility Panel. This panel features some fabulous women and the people in the audience are just as incredible. Its a long video (about an hour) but it is well worth watching.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Good news and bad news about my Father-In-Law

The good news is that his pancreas is fine. That is really, really good news because pancreatic cancer is terrible.

The bad news is that there is cancer. My FIL has a history of his internal organs not always being located exactly where you expect them to be. His liver is located partially behind his pancreas and the spots that appeared to be on the pancreas were actually located on the liver. The liver has multiple lesions. The good news about this is that the lesions are NO WHERE ELSE. They are going to be aggressive and hopefully stop the cancer in its tracks. They are planning on taking half the liver out. This isn't that bad because the liver does tend to regenerate. Hopefully, once that part of the liver is removed there won't be any reaccurance of the cancer.

Please keep him in your prayers.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

One of the great authors of our day has died...

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn has died of heart failure. You wouldn't think reading about the horrors of the Soviet gulag system would be enjoyable but his writing was incredible. I read One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich when I was in high school and I still remember it well. Godspeed Mr. Solzhenitzyn. Your talent will be missed.

Malwebolence: The World of Web Trolling...

This is a fascinating article on the New York Times web site. It talks all about trolls, what they do, their fluid morality, and the affect it can have on us. You will have to register to read it but registering is free. Do yourself a favor and go read The Trolls Among Us.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Prayers needed...

My friend, Rebel, over at Diary of an Infertile Madwoman needs your prayers. She got some potentially scary news today.

Please send her your love and prayers.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

I thought I was done blogging today but...

I was checking my stat counter and I had to come back here. The stat counter I use also tracks any search engine searches that find my blog. Most of the time, the searches that find my blog are nothing surprising. They are searches related to infertility or maybe kids. This time however, the search engine hits made me laugh out loud and disturbed me. This is what I saw...


Num Perc.Search Term

111.11%what can i take to make me fertile

111.11%but i can't turn around i've been gone to long

111.11%give me some g*d damn infertile animals

111.11%depression caused by infertility

111.11%fertile belly pics

111.11%teenahe boys underwear

111.11%4 chemical pregnancies

111.11%the pfc. lavena johnson petition

111.11%the investigation of pfc. lavena's johnson death

9 100.00%

The third one down, "give me some g*d damn infertile animals", makes me laugh. Its truly bizarre on so many levels. First, why would anyone want infertile animals. Second, why, oh why would a search for infertile animals find my blog.

The one that really disturbs me is the 6th one. At least I can take solace from the fact that anyone warped enough to search for teenage boys *nderwear was sorely disappointed when they clicked on my blog. All they found were pictures of my fully clothed kids with their underwear on their heads.

Have any of you had your blog found through really odd searches?

Friends and surprises...

This has been a really cool week. Only one week ago, I met a long time friend from the Cross Stitch Crazy board.
Mary is such a neat lady. Her daughter and hubby were with her too. They were so gracious and I'm so glad I got a chance to meet them. Hopefully, they weren't too overwhelmed by the three ring circus that is my home.

I also got to mail a surprise out to a friend. I was honored to be involved in this group project and can't wait for the recipient to get her surprise. Then, I can post pictures.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Life is good!

My sweet, wonderful baby boy just came up to me, put his arms around me, and said, "I love you."

Then life went back to its normal level of chaos and humor.


The latest in children's fashion, the ever popular diaper hat.

Lest you think this lunacy is a one time occurrence, here Gabe is two days ago...


He decided that he needed a rawhide chew just like the dogs did.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Can y'all pray for my father-in-law?

He recently went in to the doc because he was experiencing some back pain. It was very similar to what he had experienced when he had kidney stones. The scans didn't find kidney stones but they did find a growth in his pancreas. They don't know whether it is cancerous or not...they won't know until they open him up to remove it. If it is a fluid filled growth then the odds are it is benign. If it is solid then we worry about cancer. Please pray for him. He is a wonderful man and none of us want to lose him.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

A blogging name...

I can't really think of any blogging name that I like better than my own name. I think I'll table that idea for now. If inspiration strikes later, I reserve the right to change my mind.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

My goofy boys...

My older two snitched my camera and took pics (of themselves and me) while I was mowing the lawn the other evening. Here are some of the results...






Gabe followed me around the whole yard "helping" me mow.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

I need help picking my blogging name...

This is something Melisssa of Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters came up with. This is just a way of acknowledging you've been writing (however sporadically) for at least 2 yrs and intend to keep writing. Please read Melissa's post about this...Blogging Name...and help me come up with my blogging name.

My new goal...

I have decided that it is absolutely shameful to be almost 4 yrs into blogging and still not have 200 posts. I am going to try to hit 200 posts by my 4 yr anniversary but I definitely want to hit it by years end. Do you think I can do it?

Friday, July 18, 2008

Have I really been blogging for almost 4 years?

I first started blogging about 3 months after we lost our Eva. I was hurting so badly and wasn't sure that pain would ever go away. Now, almost 4 years later, I have my miracle baby (OMG, he is 2 1/2). I have a host of wonderful friends I would have never found without blogging. I truly am blessed.

I still miss the babies I never got to know. I will always wonder about them and part of me will always grieve for them. Infertility put me in a dark place for a long time. Yes, I still went on with life. I laughed and loved with the children I had but it seemed there was a giant, dark, empty place within my soul. There were some days that the darkness and emptiness were overwhelming. My friends, mu hubby, and a short term visit with mommy's little helper (lexapro) helped me get a handle on the depression. Once I was back in control of the depression instead of letting it control me, it was much easier to deal with the continued efforts to have a baby.

Now, I have living proof that my efforts weren't in vain. We have a beautiful little wild child who brings so much joy to Vic, Marty, Joey, and me. In addition to the blessing of our third son, my husband has been blessed with a wonderful job that he truly loves. My family is thriving.

Despite the pain it caused, I can't regret the journey through infertility. That journey has proven to me that my hubby and I can survive anything. Its also shown me how important it is to savor every little moment you have with someone. As a result, I think I appreciate what I have so much more.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey and I hope you stick around to see everything else that's coming. At this point, even I don't no what the next step will be in our journey.


Its not how deep the sea
Its not how wide the sky
Its how sweet the time
From hello to goodbye

We have a new family member...

and he is so cute and cuddly. Here he is in all his glory, Joey's new cat, Max!





Wednesday, July 16, 2008

To try or not to try...that is the question.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know its a badly mangled version of a Shakespeare quote but I just don't have any creative title ideas for this post. I have been thinking a LOT about trying for another baby. I am really conflicted about this. Part of me feels it would be tempting fate to try again. We went through so much and traveled so very far to get our Gabriel. How could it possibly end so well again? But, I also truly do feel that there is suppose to be a 4th child. If we don't try for that 4th child, I think I will always wonder and question my decision. Then, there is the age factor. I am 38 and my husband is 48. If we are going to do it, it would have to be soon. Then, there is the fact that we are just now financially cutting it after my husband's career ending injury in 2001 devastated our finances. However, finances are a changeable thing. Do I make a permanent decision based on temporary/changeable circumstances? My husband is in a secure job. His salary will do nothing except go up. His boss said he was the best thing that happened to the department last year.

Getting pregnant again would mean 3 months of progesterone and 9 months of twice daily anti-coagulant injections. This has to be a conscious decision. I have to either decide to do it or decide not to do it. I can't let it just happen because if I did, I would be signing up for another miscarriage. Ugh...its not fucking fair. Why can't it be easy? Why can't I just decide to let nature take its course? Can't I please go back to the days of naivety and be sure that no matter what it will turn out ok?

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Mom 1...Kids 0...

My kids are generally good kids but they have their moments. One of their favorite arguments when they are asked to do something (like take out the trash, feed the dogs, etc) is "I did it last." GRRRRRR It drives me insane when they argue about who has to do simple chores.

A few days ago, the older two were having one of those days where they were arguing about everything and were getting on my last nerve (and it was only 10 am). I was busy charting a cross stitch pattern and I noticed the dogs needed to go out. I said, "Can one of you guys let the dogs out?" I bet you can guess what happened next. That's right, they immediately launched into one of their "BUT I DID IT LAST ARGUMENTS". Trying to reason with them got me no where and I was getting really ticked off. That's when I snapped and decided enough was enough. While they were still arguing about whose turn it was to let the dogs out, I got up and did it myself. I'm sure the kids thought they had hit the jackpot. After all, they argued and were difficult and mom did the job. Little did they know what was about to hit them.

For the rest of the day, I did nothing for Marty or Joey...and I do mean NOTHING. Joey wanted to have a friend come over and I said, "No, I had your friends over last time. Its not my turn." And, hehehe, boy did he ever looked shocked. Then, he asked if he could go over to a friends' house. I said sure. Well, the two friends who live within walking/biking distance were not home. He then wanted to know if he could go to a third friend's house. I told him he could if he could get there himself (knowing full well he couldn't). He said he didn't remember the directions and it was too far to walk. I then told him I guessed he couldn't go because I drove him last time and I didn't feel like it this time. I think this was the point where they began to realize the trouble they had gotten themselves into.

It didn't stop there. A request for me to get a drink..."No, I did it last. Its not my turn." A plea to help them find a specific toy..."No, I did it last. I don't want to." The request for help with a video game...you guessed it..."No, I did it last. Its not my turn." But, the best moment came at dinner time. Marty wanted to know what was for dinner. I told him, "I don't know. I made dinner for daddy, me, and Gabe. I made your dinner last time. I don't want to do it this time. I guess you'll have to feed yourself" ROFL...you should have seen the look on their faces. It was such a beautiful moment.

The best thing about all this is I haven't heard "I did it last time" even once since then. They learned a lesson and I had fun teaching it.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Help find Justice for Pfc. LaVena Johnson

The article can be found on the Pfc. LaVena Johnson Petition site. However, I also want it in its entirety here. This article was posted by Phillip Barron on May 6, 2007.

The cover-up of a soldier's death?

Once upon a time lived a young woman from a St. Louis suburb. She was an honor roll student, she played the violin, she donated blood and volunteered for American Heart Association walks. She elected to put off college for a while and joined the Army once out of school. At Fort Campbell, KY, she was assigned as a weapons supply manager to the 129th Corps Support Battalion.

She was LaVena Johnson, private first class, and she died near Balad, Iraq, on July 19, 2005, just eight days shy of her twentieth birthday. She was the first woman soldier from Missouri to die while serving in Iraq or Afghanistan.

The tragedy of her story begins there.

An Army representative initially told LaVena's father, Dr. John Johnson, that his daughter died of "died of self-inflicted, noncombat injuries," but initially added that it was not a suicide. The subsequent Army investigation reversed this finding and declared LaVena's death a suicide, a finding refuted by the soldier's family. In an article in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Dr. Johnson pointed to indications that his daughter had endured a physical struggle before she died - two loose front teeth, a "busted lip" that had to be reconstructed by the funeral home - suggesting that "someone might have punched her in the mouth."

A promise by the office of Representative William Lacy Clay to look into the matter produced nothing. The military said that the matter was closed.

Little more on LaVena's death was said until St. Louis CBS affiliate KMOV aired a story last night which disclosed troubling details not previously made public - details which belie the Army's assertion that the young Florissant native died by her own hand. The video of the report is available on the KMOV website.

Reporter Matt Sczesny spoke with LaVena's father and examined documents and photos sent by Army investigators. So far from supporting the claim that LaVena died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound, the documents provided elements of another scenario altogether:

  • Indications of physical abuse that went unremarked by the autopsy
  • The absence of psychological indicators of suicidal thoughts; indeed, testimony that LaVena was happy and healthy prior to her death
  • Indications, via residue tests, that LaVena may not even have handled the weapon that killed her
  • A blood trail outside the tent where Lavena's body was found
  • Indications that someone attenpted to set LaVena's body on fire

The Army has resisted calls by Dr. Johnson and by KMOV to reopen its investigation.

We have seen in other military deaths, most infamously that of Army Ranger and former professional football player Cpl. Pat Tillman, that the Army has engaged in an insulting game of deny and delay when it comes to uncovering embarrassing facts. Only when public and official attention is brought to bear on the matter - as happened, eventually and with great effort, with the case of Cpl. Tillman - do unpleasant truths come to light.

Astonishing as it seems, it takes that level of outrage to compel the Army to find the truth and tell it, to honor its own soldiers. No such groundswell has yet emerged in the case of LaVena; not enough voices have demanded that someone in the military, anyone, speak for her. At first glance, the contrast between the cases of Pat Tillman and LaVena Johnson seems vast, but at the core the situations are the same. In each case, the death of a young soldier in a dangerous place and time was not explained to the families they left behind, the families that gave them up so that they could serve us. An honest accounting of their passing is all the dead ask of us.

The mother of Pat Tillman put the matter in stark and honest terms:

"This is how they treat a family of a high-profile individual," she said. "How are they treating others?"

In the case of Private First Class Johnson, we know the answer.

Please visit the site for yourself and check out the details. There are links to the original news reports there. Also, if you are as horrified as I am, take the time to sign the Justice for LaVena Johnson Petition.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Its been a busy, busy summer.

My two older boys went to camp at Shiloh Farms down near my parents. They did a little riding.



And, even Gabe got on a horse for a short time.



They have all kinds of animals in the petting zoo...draft horses, mini horses, llamas, zebu cows, Texas longhorn cows, goats, pigeons, doves, quail, show bantams, chickens, various types of rabbits, golden retrievers, and labs. The older kids did a lot with the animals over the week. Gabe got to visit one day and fed a bunch of the animals.









Gabe has also been quite busy so far. He has been exploring his artistic side by decorating paper and himself...ROFL...







And Joey has also been to Agape Camp and his cub scout pack had a bike rodeo...









We still have a few more camps to come...vacation bible school, Agape Day Camp, and some music lessons for Marty.

How is your summer going?

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Welcome to the home of fencecapades.

This is a new sport recently introduced to our household. The only rules of this wonderful new sport are that a 2 yr old must somehow disappear from mommy's line of sight just long enough to begin scaling the chain link fence but not so long that they get caught before they clear the fence. On his very first attempt in this challenging event, Gabe almost won.

Yes, thats right. My 2 1/2 yr old almost scaled my fence yesterday. My back porch has a large bush/tree right next to it and Gabe was on the other side of it. I was cleaning things up and could hear him talking to the dog and playing (in the dirt I thought). Something triggered my mommy radar and said go around the corner and check on him. He was so far up the fence that the top of the fence was slightly below waist level. OMG This child is truly a challenge to my sanity. He is wonderful, fabulous, smart, and wild. I think its a really good thing he was my third child and not my first. If he had been my first he might have scared me off from having any more...LOL.

Gabe capped off this adventurous day by painting with Joey. Joey was painting a tank model camouflage and Gabe was painting his own hair. He also found time to dump out two of the water color bottles (thank the lord they were small bottles) and attempted to decorate Joey's hair and arms. Miraculously, none of this paint ended up on the walls or the floors.

Here's one more for our soldiers... THE GRATITUDE CAMPAIGN...

Thanks Monnie and Undrea for bringing this to my attention.


Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Please take a moment to watch this...

I'm so bummed they removed this video. It was such a beautiful tribute to our soldiers.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

My babies are all growing up...


My oldest just graduated from 5th grade yesterday. He is now officially a middle schooler. OMG How is that even possible? He is such a great kid and I am so very proud of him. Marty has accomplished a lot this year. One of the things he is proudest of is winning the reading contest sponsored by the Carolina Hurricanes. The Hurricanes had a school system wide reading contest and Marty won it by reading over 25,000 pages in 6 weeks. My boy kicked some serious butt in that contest. Not only did he win tickets to a Hurricanes game but he also won a jersey.





It is nice to know that Marty hasn't lost his ability to be goofy as he's grown up. Take a look at his pic with his 5th grade teacher...


I am so proud of the young man my boy is growing into!

More to come...

Saturday, June 07, 2008

A kid at my sons' school brought out the mama bear in me...

My sons' school has a buddy reader program. In it, they match the kindergarten and 1st graders with 3rd and 4th graders and they all practice their reading skills. The other day, they had buddy reader recognition day. All the 1st graders wrote a poem for their buddy readers. Joey wrote his buddy reader a poem about conch shells. His buddy reader gave Joey a nice card saying he would miss him over the summer. But, then the little twit barely glanced at Joey's poem and said to him, "My dad will just throw it away because its trash." When Joey told me about this, he just started sobbing. My poor boy's feelings were crushed. I just wanted to throttle that kid. I KNOW my kids aren't perfect but I also know they would never thoughtlessly hurt someone that way. I tried to explain to Joey that maybe his buddy reader was worried his dad wouldn't understand how important it was and would throw it away and maybe he picked a bad way of explaining it. I also told him I would love to read his poem and would help him type it out so he could decorate the page and give a copy to both sets of grandparents. I also reassured him that I was sure it was a good poem because I knew he worked hard on it.

Let me tell you, I was blown away when I read it. I thought it was a good poem and not just a good poem for a 7 yr old...a damn good poem in general. This is the poem Joey gave his buddy reader...

The Conch Shell
Very hard and thin
with brown and white stripes all over
Big and small points
like stairs up a mountain
Big hole at the end
and a big point at the top


And these are the other poems he decided to write after I told him how good the first one was and how impressed I was with his work...

Nature
Bees buzzing all around
Big trees sitting still
Big grass blades weaving in the wind
Tree seedlings next to big trees


The City
Huge buildings
Busy traffic
Sirens wailing all day
Fire trucks speeding
Trucks roaring down the road
Hammers banging
and drills spinning
People living

The North Pole
Polar bears stomping
through the snow
Ice cracking
Freezing cold snow
Reindeer stomping
through the snow
Snowflakes falling
Silence everywhere


The South Pole
Penguins singing
Orcas splashing
Snow so thick and deep
Seals swimming
Penguins being born
Water icy cold
Penguins playing
Orcas fishing
Snow so thick and deep

Silliness
Baseballs with sirens
Bats without handles
How can we ever play
Scissors singing
Airplanes eating
What will we do about that
Fire trucks swimming
Tanks playing game boys
How can we handle that
Bionicles playing baseball
Dogs doing construction on the Empire State Building
Silliness rules everywhere

So y'all tell me what you think of his poetry.