My six

My six

"As for me and my house we will serve the Lord." Joshua 24:15

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Daulton

My oldest son is Daulton. He was born on June 18, 1995. The day he was born was Father's Day.

I remember when I found out that I was pregnant with him. I was so excited. I already had a little girl and I just knew that I was going to have a boy. I had his name picked out and everything, Daulton Shane. No, I did not get Daulton from Road House (even though I love the movie and Patrick Swayze, it is spelled different anyway) You see, my husband is a sports nut, and in the 90's when the Atlanta Braves were doing so well, the Philadelphia Phillies were a rival, but I thought there catcher was just so darn good looking, Darren Daulton. I loved how his name looked on the back of his jersey: Daulton. I thought it was the perfect name for a boy. I started showing early with Daulton, I guess I just carried him differently. I got so huge. One month I gained 14 pounds!! I will never forget getting on the scales at the doctor's office for my monthly check up and the nurse looked at me and asked me if I had my purse on my shoulder!! She couldn't believe it either. The mid wife got on to me that day for eating to much and drinking to much soda. That is the last thing you do is tell a pregnant women she is FAT.  My feet swelled so bad that spring before he was born. I was HUGE. When I went into labor with him it lasted 15 hours. Yea the same mid wife that told me I was gaining too much weight also thought she was going to deliver him. She gave me the option of her or the doctor on call, I chose the doctor :)  I pushed for three hours trying to get him out (he has always had a big head!!) The doctor told me it was considered my first labor since with Devyn I didn't have labor and she was a C-section. When he finally arrived he was HUGE. I remember the doctor saying "Oh my goodness he has to weigh 10 pounds!" well he weighed in at 9 pounds and 10 ounces and was 22 inches long. I kept on telling the doctors during my pregnancy that he was going to be big and they all told me that I would be suprised, well they were suprised. (At 14 he is 6'2" and 154 pounds!)

Daulton did everything early. He was on cereal by the time he was two weeks old, because he had such an appetitte. I asked the pediatrician what I needed to do and he told me that Daulton was just going through a growth spurt (well I am still waiting on him to grow out of it) He rolled over before he was four months old, and he began walking two days after he turned nine months old, he has been swinging a bat since the day he started walking (no joke), a plastic one at that age of course. He was fully potty trained by the time he was two and he has hardly ever been sick. I always say he is like Arnold Swartzenegar in the movie TWINS, he got all the good genes.

Daulton has always loved baseball. I can remember when he was two and Devyn played softball. Daulton would sit on the bleechers with me and just cry because he wanted to go out on the field and play. We signed him up to play when he was four. Mike took him to his first practice and he cried because he didn't want to wear the batting helmet. Once he put it on he was fine. He has played baseball every season since then, fall, spring and summer. For ten years. This fall he made the JV team at his high school. He will have to tryout again for the spring league of course, but he is enjoying it.

This year on his birthday he had one of his best games, and one of his worst. He played two games that day. His travel team was in the state tournament and the first game was awesome. All of the boys played great. The second game Daulton was playing short stop and ended up dislocating, fracturing and cutting his right ring finger. He was in pain. He had to get stitches and have the doctor pop it back in place. The trooper he is still ended up playing the next day because he didn't want to let the team down. We had two other players injured and if he did n't play we would have to forfeit. He told me he could play first with one hand, I thought he was crazy. Mike called his coach and sure enough he played. He showed me. He even batted and hit one over the second baseman's head. He is my superman. I can say that because he is my son. Yes, the boy has many flaws, I know he is not perfect, but he is my son and I do take pride in being his mother. I am very hard on him. He is a great kid. He is so good with Addison and he does have a soft heart. He has always been my most laid back child. He was such a good baby, easy to please.

 D if you are reading this I want you to know, like I have always said, I am and will always be your biggest fan!
I love you!
-mom

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Birthdays

I was looking over my blog and realized that I had shared Devyn and Addie's birthdays, but did not share the other four. Which the other four celebrate their birthdays in a two month span. From June 18th until August 24 we have four birthdays. I will share starting with June, because they are pretty much in birth orde from June to August.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Ohana

When I was a child I only had a little brother. We were almost five years apart. So we really aren't that close. I wish we were. We live completley different lives. He knows almost nothing about me and I am about the same with him. It is really sad. Looking at my own children, I pray that they don't end up the way my brother and I have. I want my kids to be close, even in their adult hood and after Mike and I are gone.

I can remember as a child I looked up to my cousins to. I was the oldest and I didn't have an older sibling. I just wanted to be a part of my cousin's lives. They were three sisters that were close, how I wanted to be in that circle of sisterhood. The youngest of the three was only two years older than me, that was as close to a sister that I got. When my parents moved when I was in the sixth grade I wanted to move to the school were my cousin went because I wanted to be close to her. Well, needless to say we hung out some, but we never in the six years that I lived nearby got closer than maybe friends. I don't think any of them realized how much I loved and looked up to them. I yearned to be like them. I think instead I was just the pesty little cousin that wanted to tag along. If they only knew. Looking back it is also really sad. I can remember being left at school when I was in high school because my cousin was suppose to give me a ride home after a makeup test. She had cheerleading practice and I stayed and watched after my test. I remember seeing her leave the gym and I thought she was going to the bathroom. I waited and waited and waited. She was gone. I was stuck with no way to get home. She did that several times. It finally got to the point to where I never asked her for another ride. We are adults now, we hardly talk. They think I am some religous nut with a bunch of kids. If they only knew. They also know nothing about me.

I guess the point that I am getting at is that I want my kids to be close. I want them to be each other's support group. To laugh and cry with. To pick at and to love on. I want them to know that family is important, even if it is cousins. Blood is thicker than water and roots run deep. Family matters. OHANA.

I want them to have great memories, with each other and with Mike and I. I want them to have more good memories than bad. I want them to have memories that make them laugh so hard their bellies hurt and some that make them cry that they have a lump in their throat. You know the kind when you think of a grandparent that you were so fond of and you miss them so. I want them to always remember each other and to learn from each other. To stick up for each other and not gang up on each other (well outside of the home anyway). I want them to have a bond that nothing can break, even when they are old.

In the words of Lilo and Stich, Ohana, No one gets left behind.

-pg