Tuesday, April 30, 2013

A Month of Instagram-April 2013


Pretty Little Miss

Proof to everybody on Pinterest that this does
work!

Good morning smiles from my munchkin

My babe holding his baby.
(GEEZ...that hair is growing, babe!)

Got a sick baby on my hands.


Saturday, April 27, 2013

Sofia is One!

For my baby girl's special day number one, (counting today and her birthday as two days), we decided to take her to the the Fort Worth Zoo for the first time. Needless to say she had a great time and so did we!

Confoosled

Mor confoosled

Having fun at the zoo

CHEETAHS!

Hello, birthday girl!

Me and my love (that pesky strap)

LIONS!

LION BOOTY!

FOOSHES!

Sofia loved the fish



Who can resist that face?
Out cold...
For her special day number two- PARTY TIME! The theme was butterflies and I bought her the cutest tutu on Etsy from like when she was 6 months old. (Best believe we were using that!) We had a lot of people come through and Sofia had a a blast with her new toys and with the cake. I was just happy that I was able to give my baby girl a great birthday party! The clean up afterwards was horrendous but I think it was worth it.


Auntie Ahly and baby bun came!




Papi getting ready to chow down!


Birthday girl and her gifts!




She wasn't feeling the song..

But she was feeling the cake all the way!


Was even nice enough to share




Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Writer Wednesday- Part of Abandoned Hearts Chapter 3


Destined Hearts Chapter 3: The Abyss

To read more about this story look here


A hand brought me back to reality and I looked up into Mic’s baby blues.  “Phoenix? Are you ok?” she asked, genuinely feeling something was up. I sighed and turned to tell her how I was feeling then noticed the barn door opening.  It was Uncle Thomas. We both started to smile at him and my smile ended seeing the urgency in his dark brown eyes. Something was wrong…really wrong. He was breathing heard as if he had run over here from the barn or something. Mic looked over at me and him from time to time feeling the tension as well.  I watched as my uncle came up to me and slowly took my hands in his gentle grip. I was beyond confused.

“Uncle Thomas?”

“I…I…”

I shook my head, trying to understand. My uncle looked so strangely shaken up. He swallowed hard and I could feel my heart thump wildly in fear.

“Uncle Thomas, what’s the matter?”

Phoenix, I’m so sorry.”

Comprehension was far from me at this moment. Sorry about what? “What? What’s happened?” I asked quietly, trying to keep calm and not really wanting to know the answer. I quickly ruled out that it was my parents. “What’s wrong with them? Is it Mom? Is it Dad? What?” At the mention of them, sudden tears came to Uncle Tommy’s eyes and that alone sent a wave of sheer cold over me. “Please tell me!” He cleared his throat. “Um, Phoenix…there was an accident.” I shook my head once more, trying to understand, but trying not to.

“A…accident? Who?”

Mic stood, looking back and forth with just as much uncertainty as I did. She loved my parents. “There as a accident on the way back….in California. Your parents…they didn’t survive it.”

Air rushed out of my lungs and my brain exploded.

Mickey’s gasp passed my ears, but I didn’t hear a thing as I stared in my uncle’s eyes in complete silence. He stared back sadly. “Legacy didn’t make it either. They’re…They’re gone, sweetheart.” He said the last part in a chocked up voice and looked down at the ground.

I was in a abyss. It was so dark….pitch black…

I panted as the words went over and over in my head. ‘Somebody died…” I kept telling myself in a numb tone keeping myself on my feet somehow. ‘Somebody….who again?’  I could have sworn I heard it was my parents. ‘No…no way.’ I glanced up at my uncle again whose tears were my answer. I backed up calmly, shaking and glancing over at Mic.

“Firebird…” she whispered reaching over to touch me. I backed away from her ; touch would make this too real. The stall door met my back and knowing I had nowhere to go, I slid down to the dusty barn floor. My eyes were wide as finally the reality hit me. “My parents…my mom and dad…are gone.” I said softly.  My uncle and best friend just stared down at me as if they didn’t know what to do next. “Yes, baby.” Uncle Tommy said. I nodded and put my head on my drawn up knees. The pain was too much and I let a muffled scream out into my jeans. “No!”

Michaela was at my side in the next second, wrapping her arms around me. I sobbed and screamed; screamed and sobbed. “They’re gone! They’re gone! No!” I could hear Mic crying in my ears and then felt a pair of larger hands grab a hold of my back and legs. I knew that my uncle had pulled me into his lap and as his arms wrapped around my back, put my own around his neck.  I stared up at him with stunned eyes-streams of tears running down my cheeks.

“They can’t be gone! Cause if they are...I'm all by myself! They didn’t leave me alone, did they? They didn’t leave me alone! I’m alone!”

“No! I got you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I sobbed against his shirt, the action moving us both. Mic sobbed to herself next to us

“My mom…oh…my dad…”

“Shhh…I know…I got you.” My uncles voice was comforting as was his hand stroking my head, but it didn’t heal my heart.


At this moment, I didn’t think anything would. The abyss had me.


I know...I know...it's a sad part but sometimes the most heart wrenching part of a story is the one part that draws you in the most.


Sunday, April 21, 2013

A Full Weekend

So there are times where we have boring weekends and then there are the NOT so boring ones. This happened to be a not so boring one. On Saturday morning, Kim called me and told me that she and Kearrah were coming over. It was a good meeting and ended up with Kearrah asking to spend the night with us. We agreed she could stay and my aunt agreed to take Sofia for the rest of the day while Angel and I went shopping for groceries. It was so quiet when she left (Sofia is known for being loud). So quiet that Mommy and Daddy decided to have some hot time for themselves before going shopping. It was a good time for us to reconnect. I give great thanks for my aunt watching her that day.

They came back and brought Kearrah and her two backpacks full of toys. Which was good cause all we had were Sofia's baby toys. KeKe would have deadly bored. But while she was there I cooked her some corny dogs and chips. Then I taught her how to play Lego Harry Potter. She loved it. She went back and forth between watching cartoons and playing computer and playing the video game. She had fun. Sofia on the other hand, was a grumpypuss because she didn't get the naps she needed. Needless to say, she fell asleep fast at bedtime.

Today, Kearrah woke up early like at 7...and for some reason I did too. We cleaned and then I made a grand breakfast for our little guest: scrambled eggs with cheese, chicken fajita strips, fruit and the best part- cinnamon rolls with caramel icing. MMMM..it was so good and it was so nice to have a full dining room table. It then occurred to me that this is how it's going to be whenever we have baby #2. Sofia helping me with breakfast while Angel is watching the baby. It was a nice thought. But I don't see myself preggers anytime soon. Still a handful with this one here!

Then after Kearrah went home, my dad came over with two other little kids and made us a good dinner of smothered beef and rice. It was something I hadn't eaten in a long long time and it was good as usual. We connected a bit more with Dad after dinner he took his leave to put the kids to bed. I thought that our weekend was through. Nope.

Now Angel's parents are here visiting. I'm now officially exhausted. But happy...we need more weekends like this one.


Friday, April 19, 2013

Sofia's Birthday Pictures

It's nearly that time for Sofia to become that big 1! My neighbor Kathy graciously allowed me to take some pictures of her in her birthday party outfit.





I'm so glad I took these today cause I have a feeling that somebody is getting sick...
I decided after careful consideration that I'm going to start doing these types of photos every year before Sofia's birthday. Tutus will be the theme and I'll keep doing them until she tells me, "No more, Mom!" Hopefully she'll like to stick with them until a long time. That would make this mama really happy!

 Butterfly Tutu Dress: TuTu Envy
Matching Headband: TuTu Envy


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Writer Wednesday- Part of Abandoned Hearts Chapter 2


Abandoned Hearts Chapter 2: Lightning and Rain


It was early afternoon, about 3 and I was saddened to see almost no cars coming down this roadway. A quick pain went through my head and I took a gasp, cradling my cut again. I didn't know much about medical stuff, but I knew somebody had to help me with my injury and quick. I crossed the street looking at the somewhat barren landscape and started walking, hoping somebody would help me out. It was kind of weird to me how it was raining in the desert. Maybe it needed it more than I thought. My vision got blurry from time to time but I ignored it searching for the city I should have found earlier for my mother.

 After while or so, I could feel my legs just giving out on me and I threw my bag down next to a rugged like gatepost, collapsing next to it. Rainwater just poured in every opening I had available and I shivered, feeling strangely cold. My pounding head wasn’t helping matters much so I gave up on getting help anytime soon and opted for sleep. Leaning against the gatepost, my eyes slowly closed. I didn’t know how much time had past with me sitting by the road and I didn’t really care. I couldn’t feel the cold, or the rain, or even hear the few cars driving past me. I was just oblivious to anything and through my sleep could feel myself seeping into a dark abyss.

Suddenly a soft warm hand shook me awake and when I opened my eyes, I could have sworn I saw my mother smiling down at me. “Hey, Sweetie. Let’s get you out of the rain.” I frowned. She couldn’t be alive still because I just buried her. “Mom, how did you get out of there? Are you okay now?” I asked in wonder.

“I’m not your mother, baby.”

I blinked and instead of my mother being there in front of me, an African-American woman with dark curly brown hair and light brown eyes stood with a worried expression on her face. It was a illusion of my mother before. When the woman realized that I had awakened, she grinned with relief.

“Are you all right, sweetheart? I saw you on the side of the road and saw the smoke coming from down below.” I blinked again not understanding.

“Are you all right? Are you hurt?” she asked again.
I just stared. My sub consciousness was leaving me and I couldn’t seem find words to talk.

The woman turned and yelled, “Honey! Bring a blanket from the truck and hurry!” I looked up slowly, vaguely recognizing the sound of a horse whinnying far from here. About 5 minutes later, a man came jogging up with a blanket in his hands. “That car is wasted, honey and it’s a miracle that he even got out of there.” Guess I didn't walk as far as I thought I did.  I then suddenly felt a blanket being wrapped around me and I shivered as my body tried to decide if it wanted to be warm or cold. The woman’s soft voice flowed through my ears. “Here you go, baby. What’s your name?”

“My name…my name…name…” I felt myself drifting out, but was roughly shaken awake once again.

“Wake up, young man! Don’t go to sleep again.” The man’s rough voice ordered.

“Okay.”

My eyes gazed into those of the man. Dark forest green eyes that I could not tear my sight from. He started rubbing my blanket to warm me and soon I could feel myself finally awakening inside. I blinked again and asked, “What did you ask me again?”

“My wife asked you what your name was. You were kind of out of it a moment ago. Can you do that for me now?”

“Yes, sir. I think I can. Chaison. My name is Chaison Kincannon.”

“Chaison. That’s a very unique name. I like it.”

The man smiled wide in approval and his eyes glittered with happiness like emeralds in a treasure chest. He was so strong and I could feel hope just radiating off of him. I admired him from the beginning.

“What’s your name, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“The name’s Tyler. Tyler Moreland. But you can call me Ty, Chaison.”


I grinned this time, feeling a warmness not coming from the blanket but from inside my heart. Ty was a awesome man and I wanted to get to know him better.


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