tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45409657402737476052024-09-05T00:02:12.091-07:00From there to here, from here to there, funny things are everywhere.- Dr.Suess~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-86061417607895253692014-04-27T14:53:00.000-07:002014-04-27T14:53:11.833-07:00

Today, Jay would be 16 years old.  Sixteen years ago I was huge with my beautiful boy preparing to make his way into the world.  At 5:35 pm, right after supper, I felt my first real contraction.  I remember sitting on my bed looking at the clock wondering if this was it.  I was 5 days overdue and felt like I would be perpetually pregnant, forever.  But, later, 5 hours and

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-83597107666391627872013-01-14T11:54:00.003-08:002013-01-14T11:54:34.791-08:00

Ah, I woke up this morning jammed between my children, nursing my newborn and my four year old plastered against my back (he claims he can't sleep any other way).  This precious moment in the soft darkness of the early morning hour also tingled with anticipation and excitement.  Today is the Last First Day!  Later in the morning my wonderful husband, DJ, a.k.a Cinderella Man, will

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-57297205261184841682013-01-10T10:18:00.001-08:002013-01-10T10:18:52.494-08:00

Though the last couple of weeks have been a challenge for me physically, this time has also been like heaven.  When bringing a brand new baby home life can be helter skelter.  Routines don't seem to exist anymore.  The goals we set out to accomplish get forgotten.  With the birth of our new little songbird, a time warp was engaged.  Time stood still (especially that last

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-22569265313213349072013-01-06T17:16:00.000-08:002013-01-06T17:16:04.908-08:00

Yesterday, January 5th, was my due date.  BUT, today is the one week anniversary of our little baby Bluebird.  At 6.35pm she made her appearance.  She is incredibly beautiful.  I would say that even if she was someone else's baby.  She weighed in at 8 pounds 11.8 ounces, and was 20 inches long.  She has a head full of black hair.  Well, it has been quite a week

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-89217968360463249602012-12-28T12:52:00.001-08:002012-12-28T12:52:43.627-08:00

The gentle descent of the snow, its glittering sparkles covering every surface of the beautiful outdoors, momentarily takes my mind off of my aches and pains.  Man, am I sore!  About not having a broken tailbone...I am rethinking that one.  It takes me about 30 seconds to stand up just from the pain in my backside.  There isn't anything anyone can do about it.  The doctor

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-34606398273559552502012-12-27T09:02:00.000-08:002012-12-27T09:02:48.697-08:00

Welllll, my butt hurts.  I fell down the stairs last night after taking a much needed nap.  Being nine months pregnant doesn't help with anything other than looking and feeling nine months pregnant.  And my butt hurts.  With my first baby, who was also my smallest, I broke my tailbone pushing her out.  She was "sunny-side-up", or in a posterior presentation where the back

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-55162819827316331352012-12-25T07:43:00.002-08:002012-12-25T07:43:32.225-08:00

MERRY CHRISTMAS! Brrrrr!  It is a supremely cold morning.  The dogs gave us that clue when they decided not to be disobedient to our calls and instead ran straight for the dog house to wait to be let into the warm, cozy porch.  On this very cold wintery morning, we wait.  We wait to open presents.  We wait for my daughter to get back from work so that we can open

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-17568454630743508222012-12-24T11:48:00.001-08:002012-12-24T11:48:14.337-08:00

Just a quick little note here...or not.  It is Christmas Eve 2012.  Five years ago Jay was diagnosed with leukemia (the bogey man).  But, we aren't lamenting that.  It is a memory.  Maybe, God has healed us enough to get this far.  To think of Jay and all the good things, the good memories, and even the memories that were more like living nightmares without being

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-1679776433515069092012-09-08T19:37:00.000-07:002012-09-08T19:37:10.283-07:00

Another year (or a little more) has passed in the House of J.  At first, it was difficult to write about our lives.  Blue J wasn't here.  My motivation for just about everything disappeared.  About a year ago a little life began to spark again within me.  But, times were still tough.  And busy.  Three years and 4 months will have passed on the 14th of September

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-32168673870673495482011-06-10T09:54:00.000-07:002011-06-10T09:54:58.738-07:00

The House of J is on a little family trip to a family wedding.  The trip will take about 18 hours which includes the stops along the way.  My mother is along, too.  So, the ages range from 3 to 71.  A teenager is also among the passengers.  But, we are having a great time joking around and giving each other a hard time.  We had a wonderful stay at the Days Inn. 

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-12246997954999577482011-05-24T05:32:00.000-07:002011-05-24T05:32:05.082-07:00

Wow!  It has been over a year since I last put a post.  I had such good intentions when I started this blog.  I thought that writing would be cathartic for me.  But, I found myself just not wanting to think about things, finding excuses and distractions.  I couldn't tell you if I am doing better or worse since the last entry.  All I know is that the real me is some

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-57739534310202456362010-04-28T20:13:00.000-07:002010-04-28T20:20:11.154-07:00

Ground breaking TJ helps with Willow standing in the background. Buddy drops his ball in the hole to see if it is deep enough.  No, not really.  Buddy just thinks this will get one of us to throw the ball for him.  He has a "run" track mind.  All he wants to do is run after his ball. What a big boy! Willow gets a permanent spot to grow and reach toward the heavens. Flowers for

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-92142171362491558472010-04-25T19:53:00.000-07:002010-04-25T19:53:23.155-07:00

The House of J has begun to transform.  The J's are moving right along the journey of life.  We have all decided to live!  I know that sounds morbid, and even scary to hear someone say.  After Jay died, crossed over to the Other Side, into the beautiful Kingdom of Light, death looked so good.  Okay, maybe, I was the only one thinking it.  I haven't surveyed the

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-74508678425256903342010-02-26T09:44:00.000-08:002010-02-26T09:46:40.593-08:00

Hi Ron! I haven't heard from you in awhile...I figured you got buried underneath a bunch of snow. It is a big deal for Dallas to get hit with snow. So, what happens when it snows down there? Do the bad guys hunker down until the snow goes away, or do they act up even more than usual? I think, Ron, that you would do great in the "American Siberia". You cops have to adapt and adjust to all kinds

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-85900813984969941592010-02-24T08:18:00.000-08:002010-02-24T08:18:40.741-08:00

Hi Anna...a tea party with small people? Umm, do you mean children? I missed out when I was little. I didn't even know what a tea party was until just a few years ago! Let me tell you about these tea parties....​No, not the political kind...Beau​tiful tea parties... I have a friend who has an amazing gift of hospitality.​ She is a beautiful woman with some German ancestry that she puts to good

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-91497789222661035382010-02-23T18:53:00.000-08:002010-02-23T18:53:13.740-08:00

A few weeks ago I looked up what the name, Jay, meant. It means, Happy. What a fitting name for Jay. He was a happy child since the moment he was born, even before that. When I was pregnant with him I laughed quite a bit. I am not a giggly sort of person. But, when I was pregnant with Jay I laughed a lot, out loud, good belly laughs. Jay was with me. We had a good connection even then. Jay was

~Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14658079033491380814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540965740273747605.post-60164197864789279672010-02-21T19:44:00.000-08:002010-02-21T19:44:28.149-08:00

House of what?  This is the House of J!  I picked "J" because I am trying to transfer over to my blog site instead of Caringbridge.  I started out writing about my beautiful boy, Jay.  He battled Leukemia for a year and a half before he crossed over into the Kingdom of Light (heaven).  So, this blog is the continuing story of our lives after our battle with cancer and

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