tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81106996191272151962024-02-08T11:58:09.702-08:00Confessions of a House WifeJamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-82375435812543755672011-10-05T18:15:00.000-07:002011-10-05T18:15:40.469-07:00Stetson the Builder!!!Sometimes my kid amazes me! Well, actually more often than not. With all the trouble we have had with language, Stetson has always excelled in puzzles! Chad is the same way, which is why he is such a great mechanic. You have to have a certain mind to be able to look at something and know how to put it together. I am not that way. I mess it up, even if I read and follow the directions step by step. Last Christmas, my dad got Stetson some Lincoln Logs. Up until now he has played with them, but hasn't really built much. But Yesterday he built this great two level house!<br />
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He included Windows<br />
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He even put in two doors!!!<br />
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Stetson is 4 and a half, and his language is actually doing excellent! I love being his mom, and seeing the new things that he learns to do!<br />
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and I am thankful for these lincoln logs that are going to help our winter and having to stay inside seem not so boring!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-84768540427312681392011-05-20T18:10:00.000-07:002011-05-20T18:10:30.872-07:00What do I want to be when I grow up?...an <b>extreme couponer!!!</b> If you haven't had a chance to see TLC's extreme couponing you don't know what you are missing! They can buy over $600.00 in groceries and spend less than $25.00. Now I told Chad, there is a fine line between extreme couponing and OCD mixed with Hoarding. lol. I really don't want to have too much stuff that I don't have room for, but I am going to apply some of their skills and try to save my family a couple hundred a month off our grocery bill. Wish me luck!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-75086879130094494122011-03-08T14:10:00.000-08:002011-03-08T14:10:54.635-08:00Do you like me?Last night after I tucked Stetson into bed and gave him his goodnight kisses, I walked out of his room. As I was turning down the light he asked,<br />
"Do you like me, mom?"<br />
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This is a question he asks me all the time. But it is also something I tell him all day long. I tell him how much I love him and like him. I tell him he is my favorite, that I love his face and his freckels and I love how funny he is. And as much as I enjoy telling him, I think he likes to hear it more. Stetson equally enjoys making sure that we know how much we mean to him.<br />
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After I assure him one last time for the night, I get thinking...<br />
How many of us out there love ourselves with an unconditional love?<br />
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If you are like me your always able to come up with a long list of things you wish you could change about yourself, but when it comes to things you like or love about yourself the list isn't quite as long.<br />
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It is a hard balance. But of all the things I have learned especially in the past year it is one of the simplest, yet most important.<br />
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So from now on, instead of looking in the mirror and seeing everything I am not, I will look in my eyes and manifest why I love me.<br />
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I love my laugh. I love that when something makes me laugh, I don't hold it in but rather throw my head back and revell in the moment. I love that I can appreciate the comedy that is life. <br />
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There is so much for us to love about ourselves, for everything we are and can become when we just believe in ourselves.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-34029946895810312712011-02-28T21:33:00.000-08:002011-02-28T21:33:38.765-08:00My Four year oldHow fast time flies. It is bitter sweet to have my baby growing what seems to be so fast. But every stage is a new adventure. He makes me laugh on a daily basis. Here are some things Stets has been up to:<br />
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Stetson had a pretty busy year. First, he potty trained, and let me tell you, that was fabulous and easy! (thanks mom) Convincing him that it was okay to pee on the trees in the mountains was a completely other story. Finally he had to go bad enough that he did it. We spent the rest of the summer reminding him we only did that in the mountains when there isn't a toilet. Not in our front yard.<br />
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Stetson also started preschool. Which means he started really talking! I remember thinking when he turned 3 that he only had about 200 words. And to everyone but me they were unintelligable. Now, we can actually have conversations. He is so fun to talk to. He has a funny sense of humor and such strong opinions about things. Now we find ourselves sometimes thinking "Is he ever quiet?!" <br />
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Stetson loves to have sleepovers with his grandparents and his aunts and uncles! Three is pretty young to know all about sleepovers...but we don't care. We are lucky to have so many family members who are great, and as crazy about Stets as we are and who want to spend the one on one time with him.<br />
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Stetson went through many phases this past year. The ones where he did nothing but ask us questions all day, had different favorite games he liked to play, music he liked, foods he liked to eat. But his strangest phase was he thought it was hillarious to "moon" us. Luckily that stage passed fairly quickly!<br />
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I love my boy! Even sitting here I cannot put it into words. Stetson is kind, sweet, and funny but he also has a mischeivious side. He is the light of my life and I cannot wait to see the things he will accomplish this year!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-18978956690555074572010-11-14T14:08:00.000-08:002010-11-14T14:08:32.119-08:00A new business ventureI am starting a new business. It is Glamour Mee Chic Artisan Jewelry. I am really excited about it! I am super excited about my cuffs!<br />
go to www.glamour-mee-chic.com to check it out!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-45803952800556224252010-11-07T10:37:00.000-08:002010-11-07T10:37:59.350-08:00Ready to get some Christmas Shopping done?!I will be participating in my first craft boutique this upcoming weekend and am super excited! It is going to be such a fun boutique, and Santa Claus will even be making an apperance both evenings from 6:00-8:00. For more information the website is <b>buzyelves.com</b>. I will be selling my beaded watch bands and watch faces at amazing prices! Anywhere from <b>25%-50% off</b>! I will also be having a <b>drawing each day </b>to <b>give away </b>one of my <b>watch bands </b>for <b>free</b>, all you have to do is come and put your name in! So if you are looking to get something special for someone on your Christmas list, or you want some fun peices for yourself, Come to The Buzy Elves Boutique! Hope to see you there!<br />
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<b>The Buzy Elves Boutique<br />
</b>Across from Gardener Village at<br />
Historic Pioneer Hall<br />
1137 W. 7800 S.<br />
West Jordan, UT 84088<br />
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<b>Thursday, November 11, 2010 1:00p.m.-8:00p.m.<br />
Friday, November 12, 2010 11:00a.m.-8:00p.m.<br />
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<b>*Visit with Santa Claus both evenings 6:00p.m.-8:00p.m<br />
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Also check out my new website <b>http://Glamour-Mee-Chic.blogspot.com<br />
</b>soon to be <b>www.Glamour-Mee-Chic.com</b>Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-66892003942578644682010-11-05T23:47:00.001-07:002010-11-05T23:47:30.865-07:00Hi I am back! And it has been so long that I forgot how to change the colors on my blog. text and borders. Can anyone help?Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-39717565598935705712010-04-19T12:52:00.000-07:002010-04-19T12:59:01.363-07:00Thank YouThank you for your support. Stetson and I are still at my moms, but we are working on getting us home little by little. I am trying to get my anxiety under control. We will start spending weekends at home, until I feel completely comfortable being home. Which is kind of ironic because right now it doesn't feel like home. But I think the more time I start spending there the more it will start to feel like home again. Our family is doing fine. Chad and I are fine. And I know that we will all be okay in the end.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-39756980676338125752010-03-23T09:14:00.000-07:002010-03-23T09:22:43.294-07:00HiI don't really want to go into detail right now, but I want to say that we are all doing fine. Stetson and I are staying at my moms house, Chad and I are not separated but he works a lot, and my family as well as Chad don't really want me alone right now. I guess I can't say I blame them. I am taking the steps that I need to, to become a better version of myself, and I plan to come out of this ordeal a heck of a lot stronger! And I know that my family will also be strengthened. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-30188518430838659672010-02-25T09:44:00.000-08:002010-02-25T10:02:42.098-08:00Some things are just funny!It feels like I have been waiting a long time to post some of the silly things Stetson says, like 3 years. He is talking a lot more, and it is becoming a little easier to understand him. Talking is just really hard for him. It is his struggle. But on a funny note here are some of the things he has been saying to us:<br />If you make him mad or hurt his feelings, or touch something he is playing with, his arm will shoot up with a pointed finger and he will yell at you to "Go bye-bye" He has been doing this for a while, but it is so funny. We probably shouldn't laugh, but oh well.<br />When we tell him he has to do something he doesn't like for example: go to bed He will tell us, "No, Bed is Yuck!" We here this a lot during the day. Such as " Potty is yuck!"<br />As I was getting Stetson dressed we put on his pull-up and without thinking and just talking to him I said, "OK lets cover your junk" Stetson replied "my pee-pee is my junk" my response was laughing. Later during the week my brother Broc was over and Stetson jumped on him and Broc said "Ahh, don't jump on my junk." Stetson then had to ask us who has junk. That was a fun conversation!<br />Last one: Driving around town I always ask him questions about our families, When I asked him about Uncle Austin (on a mission in Peru) He told me that Austin went bye-bye. When I asked him where he said, "Jail!" Thanks Unlce Broc!<br />I realize that Stetsons talking level is probably a lot lower than children his age and even younger. But really we are just excited that he is finally starting to talk to us! He graduated from Kids On the Move last month, and is being tested by the school district next week to see if he qualifies for speech therapy, or talking time pre-school. But we are so proud of him!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-19099548409602704742010-02-11T14:12:00.000-08:002010-02-11T14:33:51.129-08:00I'm rockin' the suburbsAs I am chatting on the phone with my good friend the other day, she says something that really makes me laugh. We are talking about music and if we have heard any good new songs or stumbled across any good old songs, and she says, "You might know this band, because you are "HIPPER" than I am." In one second I saw my new situation flashing before my eyes. I am in my "mom jeans" (don't even ask) with my hair pulled into a pony tail, adorning no make up because I was in the middle of a cleaning day, which includes chasing after a soon to be 3 year old and all the messes that come along with one. Yes, I am indeed hipper! Later that night and well for a couple days I think about it and some other funny things that happen. I am coming out of Walmart the other day, it is a nice day. A man in his 30's I would assume is sitting in his mini-van, blasting rock music. In my head I laughed. Ha ha keeping the dream alive and rockin' out to some tune age, even though he was kind of old for that kind of behavior. I get into my car giggling at it, and as I am driving home I realize that it's Me. I totally do that. Maybe not so publicly, but I am guilty. My son is the one who asks me to turn the music down. Whether we are in the car or at home. I turn down my radio before I drive into my neighborhood so I don't disturb my neighbors. I try to get Stetson to loosen up and enjoy being goofy and silly when listening to music, that it's okay to dance and sing and just let go. It's okay to rock out when a favorite song comes on the radio, (even if it did just come out on the oldies station, since when is the '90's the oldies?!) Music to me is like breathing, I can't live without it! SHAM ON!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-80836451095250552462009-12-19T09:49:00.000-08:002009-12-22T17:08:37.552-08:00The battle of the wrapped presentsStetson has been really good this year about not touching the decorations on the Christmas Tree, or around the house. Last year, not so much. And my garland on my stairs has some cute big light bulbs on it that look like Christmas ornaments, last year he loved to pop them off and throw them down the stairs, thus ending up with a pile of broken glass. This year he did it once, and after the bulb broke he ran to his room crying. ( He must have forgot that they break) So why you may ask am I posting about Holiday Decorations, it's not so much the decorations as it is the presents. I have wrapped and re wrapped and re wrapped certain presents. This kid just cannot be left alone with them, because they must call to him..."Open me, open me, I bet I have a toy for you, OPEN ME!" Now I have tried to reason with him, tried to punish him, even tried to bribe him, to no avail. So now we know Stetson + Wrapped Prensents= Big Mess and another hour of re wrapping!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-15446386989404979292009-12-18T16:30:00.000-08:002009-12-18T16:44:29.170-08:00The Repeat Offender...Let me tell you about the repeat offender, he likes to put things up his nose, the things he likes to put up his nose is popcorn kernels and only popcorn kernels. Why, I do not know, back in June he stuck some up there and it was quite the process to get them out:<br />1-Hold him down and try to force them out. removed 2<br />2-Go to the Pediatrician and pay $20.00 (co-pay) to have her remove 1<br />3-Go to his Ear, Nose, and Throat (ENT) Doctor and pay another $30.00 (co-pay) to have her remove the last one. (He had stuffed them up to his sinuses)<br /><br />So his little adventure last June ended up costing about $50.00 and he was a sad boy. Fast forward to this past Monday. We are saying family prayer and Stetson is complaining about his nose. We look up there and there is POPCORN!!! So again we repeat the process:<br />1- Hold him down and retrieve 2, but low and behold there is still 1 up there.<br />2-Skip going to the Pediatrician and go straight to the ENT Doctor, who was able to get the last one out.<br /><br />Now to him this was very traumatizing. It took 3 of us just to hold him down, so that Dr. Heras (ENT) could get it out, and the hole time he was screaming, I mean SCREAMING!!! So as we are leaving they bring a sucker to my repeat offender, and notice that the entire waiting room is staring at us. There was only one thing I could say..."Popcorn kernels up his nose!"Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-75463742268897032092009-12-11T16:02:00.000-08:002009-12-11T16:12:20.061-08:00"I'm your mother, I want to help you, that's what I'm here for"I appreciate my mother! Thank you for taking the time to call and check on me, and to know that I needed help, even though I was to prideful to ask for it. Thank you for coming down this morning and spending your day helping me clean and organize my house. Thank you for not judging me, when you saw the big pile of laundry (due to a washer being broke for a month) just loading up our clothes and taking them to the laundry mat. Thank you for being you, I always appreciate you but you will never know how much your coming down today and working with me, helped me. I love you!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-5753363272435935712009-12-08T23:46:00.000-08:002009-12-09T00:08:36.876-08:00The Difference...The difference between a man and a woman:<br />A woman will go to the store at midnight if it means she can go alone and not drag a child into the cold.<br />A man would feed his family cold cereal and ramen noodles to avoid going to the store. Period.<br />A woman will stay up 'till all hours of the night cleaning, just to get some housework done.<br />A man would prefer you not have any guests, (that way you don't have to worry about a destructive 2 year olds messes)<br />A woman wants to serve her family a delicious Sunday Dinner (if you're a women then you know the kind I mean)<br />A man thinks peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are great for Sunday dinner.<br />A woman will wake up the second her child is crying/stiring and go check on them<br />A man (if for some reason the woman doesn't wake up) will wake up his wife and tell her that the child is awake.<br />A woman will take around 30-45 minutes to get ready to go out<br />A man will shower, shave, brush teeth and hair, and can put on cologne in 5 minutes flat. (spending the rest of the time wondering what takes so long to get ready!?)<br />A man is willing to go out and brave the cold for at least 8 hours so that his family can be warm inside their home.<br />A woman hates shoveling snow and going outside in the cold.<br />A man is willing to get out of bed early to provide for his family.<br />A woman (this woman) is not a morning person!<br />A man gets up with a 2 year old on Saturdays just to watch cartoons and bond<br />A woman really appreciates it!<br /><br />I have been struggling lately. And not with anything that I can put into words. I wish I wasn't, as Chad says "Everybody gets a little blue sometimes" I just feel like everything is being compromised. I know the things I need to do, but I feel so inadequate and useless, like I've lost before I begin. My family deserves more than I can give them right now, but what do I do? I wen't to The Forgotten Carols by Michael Mclean last Friday and there was a song with lyrics " I cannot find my way, I cannot find my way, I cannot find my way back home." That song really hit a nerve and I was crying. Because I understand those lyrics. Even when you know what you're supposed to do, you don't know how to do it. So for those of you who read this, I am not looking for people to feel sorry for me, or to feel like you have to leave a comment, this is mainly for me, to get out some of my feelings. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers on mine and my families behalf.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-27816989190351930932009-11-30T19:52:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:04:28.447-08:00Yes, I am here.***writers(bloggers) block***<br />Welcome to my life, And since I cannot think of anything still to write, let me tell you how much I love decorating my house for Christmas! (I am not being sarcastic) I love when it all comes together and you can just curl up on the couch with some good Christmas stories, hot cocoa, and holiday music enjoying peaceful evenings with your family. My wreath looks really pretty adorning my red front door. Also I was watching a home improvement show all about Christmas decorating and they hung ornaments from chandeliers, so I tried their idea out in my entry way and in my kitchen nook above my table. It looks so cute and whimsical. We are ready to celebrate the season.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-16184860367781373502009-09-25T09:56:00.000-07:002009-09-25T09:59:08.887-07:00Ordering ScentsyI will be keeping my scentsy party open until Monday morning. If you didn't get a chance to place an order but would like to just give me a call or stop by. I have the scent testers still at my house if you would like to give them a smell.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-7423905997965705492009-09-18T20:00:00.000-07:002009-09-18T20:04:23.845-07:00It's time for some Scentsy!Just a heads up, I will be hosting a Scentsy Open House and you are all invited to come! There will be wonderful scentsy products and some yummy refreshments. If you have a friend who loves scentsy, feel free to bring them along.<br /><br />When: Thursday, September 24, 2009<br />Time: 7:00p.m.-9:oop.m.<br />Where: My house<br /><br />Hope to see you there!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-72555434998956008582009-07-23T20:57:00.000-07:002009-07-23T21:15:56.171-07:00"...We have a lost Mother..."As I was frantically searching the isles of Walmart for my lost item, running up and down the isles back and forth, praying that it was safe a voice comes over the intercom. "Attention walmart costumers: We have a lost mom in the store, she belongs to a little boy between the ages of 2-3 with sandy blond hair, blue shirt, gray shorts and sandles. Please come to the costumer service desk." Now, before you jump to conclusions rewind 5 minutes. Stetson and I armed with a blue cart where you can sit are picking out a tire guage in the Automotive department. Stetson can easily climb in and out which was fine, but then he made a break for it. I caught him, told him we don't run away from mommy. But instead I think he heard. "Stetson, this is a fun game, you run away from me as fast as your two year old legs can carry your monkey butt and avoid being caught at all costs. Run fast, duck, and hide." Fast foward I am literally running after Stetson calling his name when he ducks into another isle, and hides. Time for a different perspective. (Family), mother speaking to Stetson, "Hi, little guy whats your name? Stetson replies "albjalkd" Mother, "Where's your momma?" Stetson, "Momma go bye-bye" Then the woman frown-smiles at my "abandoned" two year old, finds the nearest walmart employee which is when the irresponsible "lost" mother is paged. As I went to collect my little run-away, half relieved and half mad at this little boy, he looks up at me, grins his biggest Stetson grin with twinkly eyes and all, then turns and books it. Luckily this time I had 5 people to help me get him. Now I know why my little brother had to where a harness!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-36221418672333938852009-07-07T16:59:00.001-07:002009-07-07T17:03:16.236-07:00Feeling Old...?I have been having a hard time with my age this past year. I just can't get over the fact that I am going to be 27. But something happened the other day that put things into a different perspective for me. As I was at a baby shower (names withheld to protect identities) The women were talking about what year they graduated. Some in 1984-1986 and the rest in the 1990's. They proceeded to ask me when I graduated, laughing I replied 2001.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-3399422070799256092009-06-26T17:01:00.000-07:002009-06-26T17:50:30.450-07:00And the winner is...Today while I was upstairs making my bed and gathering laundry I hear a low thudding sound with the quiet rustling of a bag, over-powered by the laughter and giggles of two boys, now you're mind can come up with a ton of scenarios when given the opportunity..."They are throwing balls at each other" possible, "They are jumping off the couch into the tent(see post below)" it wouldn't be the first time. "They have a couple swimming noodles and are hitting each other with them", it's been know to happen. "They have the two new loaves of bread I just bought and they are having a bread battle", my mind immediately rejects this theory for the shear idea of how bizarre it sounds. So I finally muster the courage to peek down the stairs and it turns out I was right...needles to say our pb&j's that were on the menu for lunch were: squashed, smooshed, broken, flat, and falling apart. At least I didn't have to cut of the crust.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-84895108363784811812009-06-18T12:55:00.000-07:002009-06-18T13:23:08.321-07:00Tent CityI watch this little boy Ben, I have watched him since he was 1 and a half and he is now 5! Ben is just part of our lives, a built in friend for Stetson. They fight like brothers and they play like brothers. They love each-other! Today they had cabin fever so we set up a "tent-city" and they loved it. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqgsJOh0gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DjQW4W3XT9c/s1600-h/S7301016.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqgsJOh0gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DjQW4W3XT9c/s400/S7301016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348764187707429378" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqhQnANBcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UC8tIXfecQ4/s1600-h/S7301018.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqhQnANBcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/UC8tIXfecQ4/s200/S7301018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348764814175700418" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqhjHJFicI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9-xOj_Q2L78/s1600-h/S7301019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjqhjHJFicI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9-xOj_Q2L78/s400/S7301019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348765132040538562" /></a><br /><br />Stetson got these tents for his 1st birthday and he is just now starting to really enjoy them. It has been a fun day!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-33820304786314202452009-06-13T17:11:00.000-07:002009-06-14T14:26:09.376-07:00Stetson<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjVqslt6A3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/hLAtmzT5VXA/s1600-h/S7300848.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/SjVqslt6A3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/hLAtmzT5VXA/s400/S7300848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347297446843777906" /></a><br />Well, I guess it is time to post about this. Stetson has had a really hard time with language. Especially verbal. He is pretty good with receptive- instructions and such, but struggles with speaking. We started working with Kids on the Move in October and it really has helped when he started he could say about 4 words now he has around 50 with about 30 of those being sign. At first people would ask if he had autism, but he makes excellent eye contact and he is very "present" so that was immediately ruled out. Then after working with him for a while his therapists were wondering if he might be deaf in one ear, which would explain why he wasn't saying a lot. Stetson has had ear infections non-stop, so we had tubes put in last June but he still got an ear infection about every 6 weeks, which they say after you have an ear infection you hear like you are underwater for 6 weeks after it is healed. In February we finally had the ears cleared and tested to see if he was in fact hearing, and fortunately he can hear fine when he doesn't have an ear infection. So then the fact that Chad had a speech delay (he didn't start "speaking" till around 4 or 5), same with my brother, might have something to do with it. I guess it can be hereditary, also there is the possibility that he might have a speech impediment, but those things are so hard to decipher so young. He works with an occupational therapist and a speech therapist twice a month and I have set "games" we play each day to increase his communication. Basically we are just taking this really slow, because Stetson gets overwhelmed. It breaks my heart because I can see him try to make the words and he just cant figure out how to make the sounds. This last month his therapist recommended having him tested for Aspergers Syndrome, so we made a trip to his pediatrician and she said he is right on the cusp, so she referred us to a specialist with primary childrens hospital, when I talked to the doctor she recommended waiting to test him after he is 3, it takes 6 to 9 months to get into her, and cost upwards of $1000.00 out of pocket, and it's really hard to have conclusive results until a child is a little older. So we are waiting, and just playing it by ear. And for right now we will not be putting a label on him. You know, selfishly I want him to talk so bad, because I want to talk to him. It's also frustrating just because he isn't talking does not mean he isn't smart, he is just working on other skills. We are not sensitive about it, it is what it is. And chances are I will probably look back on this in 10 years and laugh at how worried I am. We are not offended when people ask us questions, and we are not afraid to use sign. Thank you to my friend Tanya who let us borrow some of her signing time videos, they help us so much and Stetson loves them. I love them too and am thankful that such a wonderful thing was created. Here are the Lyrics to "The Good" it pretty much sums up how we feel. Thank you for reading this and for your thoughts and prayers on our behalf. <br /><br /><em><strong> The Good<br /><br />It was you and me and the whole world right before us<br />I couldn't wait to start<br />I saw you and dreams just like everyone before us<br />We thought we knew what we got<br /><br />And then one day I thought it slipped away<br />And I looked to my hands to hold on<br />And then one day all my fear slipped away<br />And my hands did so much more<br /><br />So maybe we won't find easy <br />But, baby, we've found the good<br />No, maybe we won't find easy<br />But, baby, we've found the good<br /><br />It was you and me and a new world right before us<br />I was so scared to start<br />I saw you and dreams just like everyone before us <br />But how did they get so far?<br /><br />And then one day I thought it slipped away<br />And I looked to my hands to hold on<br />And then one day all my fear slipped away<br />And my hands did so much more<br /><br />So maybe we won't find easy <br />But, baby, we've found the good<br />No, maybe we won't find easy<br />But, baby, we've found the good</strong></em>Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-4752835753933562162009-06-11T17:59:00.000-07:002009-06-11T18:07:25.509-07:00My BoysI took Stetson to the doctor yesterday and come to find out he has strep, well this morning I woke up feeling like horrible, I had the worst migraine the kind that hurts with every move you make and it makes you throw up. Stetson was so cute though we just vegged out on the couch, he went off to his room for a second and he brought down 2 blankets and his two little "quackers" his duck blankies. He covered me with the blanket and gave me one of the ducks he then climbed into my lap and covered himself and had the other blankie. He then told me we could watch Harry Potter, because he knows that I love it. He kept looking at me all morning and touching my face, asking in his own way how I was feeling. It was so sweet. Then when Chad went home they went and got me some medicine and sprite. It has taken the edge off so we came downstairs so Stets can play. I am thankful for my 2 boys and what good care they take care of me.Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8110699619127215196.post-186276592652744892009-06-09T18:26:00.000-07:002009-06-09T18:29:58.027-07:00The Hardy's go to the Movies<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/Si8MFnZ783I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3hDfCNDsuYo/s1600-h/S7301006.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GogXqyE8nE/Si8MFnZ783I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/3hDfCNDsuYo/s400/S7301006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345504573328716658" /></a><br />Chad and I recieved some gift cards to the movie theater for Christmas so we decided to use them for a family date. We went and saw Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D and a couple weeks later we saw disneys UP in 3D. Stetson loved the movie theater it has 2 of his favorite things popcorn and jr. mints. They were both fun days!Jamee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930849693041813435noreply@blogger.com0