Many people have heard me talk about my brother Jeff, and how when he was tragically killed in a motor vehicle accident, it changed my life forever, it changed MANY lives forever. But not today, today I don’t want to talk about his death… As today would have been his 43rd birthday, I want to talk about how he LIVED.
On a daily basis, I think about my brother Jeff. He was larger than life. Absolutely without a doubt, the most hilarious person ever to walk this earth (my brother Derek comes next…then ME of course, quite the sibling trio....bahaaa) He could make a joke out of ANY situation and have a whole room in tears doubled over laughing within seconds… He was SMART. The kind of deep thinking and intellect that makes your brain hurt..hahaa.. He was great looking… I did not like or approve of any female he ever dated..hahaha EXCEPT Shera of course! He was my hero, and me and Jeff, well, we were going to win star search with our dance to “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley complete with a Johnny & Baby type lift at the end…hahaa. He was a protector, you mess with him, his family (particularly his lil sis haha), or friends…and you’d see a temper and fighter erupt like no other. He loved to SING…and he was HORRIBLE at it..LOL…omg my ears will NEVER ever forget his impersonations of Axle Rose… He loved volleyball and horseshoes, fishing, being outside… He was a great cook, who made the best fried squash and grilled chicken EVER! He was a Momma’s boy who lived to impress and make his Dad proud. He loved horses, training them, and betting on them too.. He was a dreamer, a great friend, and had a special determination and perseverance about him, that’s what made him someone you would never want to fight, because he may not have been the biggest or strongest, but he was a tad crazy and would just flat out NEVER QUIT. What stands out most to me about my brother was witnessing him as a parent. He was an amazing father. He absolutely adored his son, I will never forget seeing him just sobbing in tears when JJ was born, and how he was so hands-on with him. His eyes were constantly lit up when they were together. So many memories, conversations and songs are flooding my mind today, and I’m so thankful for each and every one…all those summer trips to sonic in a super-cool chevy nova, with Kansas blaring through the cassette player, the dimple in my chin that looks just like his, the laughs, being the “lil sister’ who somehow was always the shoulder to cry on….. I wouldn’t change that for the world.
And if I could talk to him today, I’d simply tell him this:
You did not fail. You very much succeed every single day, and because of who you were, the good AND the bad, I’m a better person for it, and so are countless others, and I love you very much.
“Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest..don’t you cry no more”
-Kansas
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Get. Back. Up.
My big brother was tough.
He was a fighter. A very good
fighter. Very quick on his feet with a
power packing punch, he had the speed of a quarter horse, and the endurance and
determination of a thoroughbred. As the
“little sister” he was always very protective of me and taught me how to defend
and take up for myself. He helped me
perfect a mean left hook and on an almost daily basis he would let me “trade
punches” with him. One day he told me
“sis you got that punch down pretty good”…then he swiftly pushed me down pretty
hard. Shocked, with my eyes fixed on him
and my lip quivering in confusion as I stumbled to the ground he looked at me
and said “well…get up!!” The second I
got to my feet he pushed me to the ground again. After about ten times and me standing there
in tears he said to me “sis, that punch does you no good if you’re up against
someone who can get up every time, you have got to be able to get back up if
you take a hit.” I cannot help but apply
this theory to the “hits” we all face in our day to day lives. The past couple of weeks I have taken some
hits…nothing too big or bad, but I am thanking God for the ability to get back
up and swing. No matter what you’re
facing, no matter how hard you get knocked down, we must never forget the power
in the punch we are packing and get back up!
You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. (1 John 4:4 NIV)
You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. (1 John 4:4 NIV)
Thursday, May 31, 2012
A Platter. Not A Plate.
Have you ever been to a hospital or other public establishment & suddenly you hear over the intercom “code red” to a certain area? Most often, someone is in medical danger or some sort of unexpected worrisome even is taking place. At the clinic where I work, when a code is called, people start coming from all directions to help. Some random person just casually goes in for a doctor’s appointment and within seconds finds themselves on the floor with a slew of doctors and medical professionals coming out of the wood works to assist in any way, whether it be minor or major. While this happens about 100 onlookers and nosy people like myself are inquiring about the situation or watching from afar. At the clinic, I can’t help but think to myself “well thank goodness this happened here where there is instant help. What happens when we are strolling about life, and suddenly a “code” gets called on us? Ha! Thank goodness we are ALWAYS in the presence of help no matter where we are! But I didn’t always think of it like that….
As a born again Christian, I cannot help but view my life as an almost constant daily battle where a super natural resuscitation has been performed.
Just after graduating High School at barely 18 in the year 2000, my father, my life long hero, was diagnosed with stage 3 Multiple Myeloma, a blood cancer, much like Leukemia. At this point is now where I view myself as getting put on “life support.” Although I was not living for the Lord, God started working on strengthening, shaping, and preparing me. My Dad was sick, very sick, I was so very scared and worried for him, and though I was the youngest of myself and two brothers, I was there right along with him through his fight, and boy was it a fight. I have never seen a human being get so ill in all my life, much less continue to work through it all. To say that he inspired me would be a gross understatement.
The following summer of 2001, on the night of July 20th at about 9:50PM, my best friend casually handed me a phone call that would change me forever. My two brothers and a friend of theirs were in a car accident, and my oldest brother Jeff, had died on the scene. The shock and physical anguish I felt that night I will never be able to describe, but I can tell you this, I do recall saying “my heart hurts so bad I feel like I might die.” Yet somehow, I arranged a funeral, picked out clothes for my brothers burial, held my Mothers hand as her heart broke before my eyes, and helped my father as he was battling pneumonia in the heat of summer along with fighting for his own life while burying his first born child.
Then, in October 2002, after a valiant fight, I crawled up next to my Daddy and told him to go on and be with Jesus, I’d be just fine. I held his hand as he took his last breath. In approximately 15 months my life and world had been rocked beyond belief.
Then came the next big hurdle, the inability for my husband and I to have a child. Years passed, I went certifiably nuts…Why God? Why??! Still not living for the Lord, pretty certain that God had some sorta problem with me, I remember someone once told me “Haley, God never puts more on your plate than you can handle” and my response to that was “well then I don’t have a plate, I have a platter and right now it’s cracking down the middle.” In the years of trying for a baby, my heart and soul felt such pain and emptiness. They say the emotional grief, stress, and depression people who struggle with infertility feel is comparable to that of a cancer patient. I’d have to say I agree with that statement. I’d see pregnant women just casually walking around and I would catch myself with my jaw basically dropped in awe of the miracle that woman had been given. There were times I’d sit down in the baby aisles at stores and just sob and cry. It had even gotten to the point where I considered taking my own life, I just felt like I couldn’t take anymore. At that particular point a woman named Angi Sutton came into my life, started speaking God’s word into my life and praying for me/us without ceasing. I was all about hearing her uplifting words, however I did tell her “I will NEVER go to your church.”
In Novemeber 2008 after 6 years of trying, 75 months to be exact ;), I found out I was pregnant. And almost immediately I felt as though I would be having a little boy. God was going to give me back a little boy to love after I lost my two heroes. I just knew it. I was right. July 18, 2009 we welcomed Lawson Crue Isaac Bordeaux to the world! What most people don’t know, is that towards the end of this miraculous pregnancy, my marriage was horrible. Bad. Really bad. We had been given a miracle, but Darryl and I were in turmoil. I hated him, he hated me, and if words could kill he and I would have been dead a million times over, our relationship was pure hell.
So to wrap this all up and get to the point, when Christ died for me/us, he hooked me up to an infallible life support. I visualize myself as a broken lost soul “just getting by.” And then life started to happen. Hey Haley, your dad has cancer, punch to the gut. Hey guess what? Your brother is dead. Double punch.. Oh yeah, you get to watch your Dad die now too.. Oh by the way, you can’t have kids… Still Standing!! Then finally the perils of life delivered a blow that finally brought this fighter to her knees. Literally. I had talked about it before, but I was dead set on getting a divorce from my husband. After a huge fight one morning on a Sunday in July 2011, I decided Lawson and I had nowhere else to go, so we’d just go to church. Full Circle Church. Yes, the one I told Angi I would NEVER go to. I’m sitting there feeling about as hateful and numb as one can feel in a church as I hear these words sang: “I need you Jesus to come to my rescue, where else can I go? There’s no other name by which I am saved, capture me with grace.” It was literally like the paddles were placed on my chest and my heart was restarted. I have not missed a Sunday since, and from that first day it took only a matter of weeks for my marriage to start coming back to life. And now every time my husband and I walk hand in hand through the church doors that I said we’d never go to, carrying the little boy I thought we’d never have, I cant help but lift my hands, sing and dance His praises, and with every tear that rolls down my cheek, what was once empty is now so full of joy, and I am thankful that God gave me a platter instead of a plate.
Praise God I WILL use every thing in my life, even what I thought was surely going to kill me to help others find the ultimate resuscitation. Amen.
My Pastor's wife said this word reminded her of me one day. I am seeing the truth of it more everyday:
1 John 2:27 As for you, the anointing you received from him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit—just as it has taught you, remain in him.
As a born again Christian, I cannot help but view my life as an almost constant daily battle where a super natural resuscitation has been performed.
Just after graduating High School at barely 18 in the year 2000, my father, my life long hero, was diagnosed with stage 3 Multiple Myeloma, a blood cancer, much like Leukemia. At this point is now where I view myself as getting put on “life support.” Although I was not living for the Lord, God started working on strengthening, shaping, and preparing me. My Dad was sick, very sick, I was so very scared and worried for him, and though I was the youngest of myself and two brothers, I was there right along with him through his fight, and boy was it a fight. I have never seen a human being get so ill in all my life, much less continue to work through it all. To say that he inspired me would be a gross understatement.
The following summer of 2001, on the night of July 20th at about 9:50PM, my best friend casually handed me a phone call that would change me forever. My two brothers and a friend of theirs were in a car accident, and my oldest brother Jeff, had died on the scene. The shock and physical anguish I felt that night I will never be able to describe, but I can tell you this, I do recall saying “my heart hurts so bad I feel like I might die.” Yet somehow, I arranged a funeral, picked out clothes for my brothers burial, held my Mothers hand as her heart broke before my eyes, and helped my father as he was battling pneumonia in the heat of summer along with fighting for his own life while burying his first born child.
Then, in October 2002, after a valiant fight, I crawled up next to my Daddy and told him to go on and be with Jesus, I’d be just fine. I held his hand as he took his last breath. In approximately 15 months my life and world had been rocked beyond belief.
Then came the next big hurdle, the inability for my husband and I to have a child. Years passed, I went certifiably nuts…Why God? Why??! Still not living for the Lord, pretty certain that God had some sorta problem with me, I remember someone once told me “Haley, God never puts more on your plate than you can handle” and my response to that was “well then I don’t have a plate, I have a platter and right now it’s cracking down the middle.” In the years of trying for a baby, my heart and soul felt such pain and emptiness. They say the emotional grief, stress, and depression people who struggle with infertility feel is comparable to that of a cancer patient. I’d have to say I agree with that statement. I’d see pregnant women just casually walking around and I would catch myself with my jaw basically dropped in awe of the miracle that woman had been given. There were times I’d sit down in the baby aisles at stores and just sob and cry. It had even gotten to the point where I considered taking my own life, I just felt like I couldn’t take anymore. At that particular point a woman named Angi Sutton came into my life, started speaking God’s word into my life and praying for me/us without ceasing. I was all about hearing her uplifting words, however I did tell her “I will NEVER go to your church.”
In Novemeber 2008 after 6 years of trying, 75 months to be exact ;), I found out I was pregnant. And almost immediately I felt as though I would be having a little boy. God was going to give me back a little boy to love after I lost my two heroes. I just knew it. I was right. July 18, 2009 we welcomed Lawson Crue Isaac Bordeaux to the world! What most people don’t know, is that towards the end of this miraculous pregnancy, my marriage was horrible. Bad. Really bad. We had been given a miracle, but Darryl and I were in turmoil. I hated him, he hated me, and if words could kill he and I would have been dead a million times over, our relationship was pure hell.
So to wrap this all up and get to the point, when Christ died for me/us, he hooked me up to an infallible life support. I visualize myself as a broken lost soul “just getting by.” And then life started to happen. Hey Haley, your dad has cancer, punch to the gut. Hey guess what? Your brother is dead. Double punch.. Oh yeah, you get to watch your Dad die now too.. Oh by the way, you can’t have kids… Still Standing!! Then finally the perils of life delivered a blow that finally brought this fighter to her knees. Literally. I had talked about it before, but I was dead set on getting a divorce from my husband. After a huge fight one morning on a Sunday in July 2011, I decided Lawson and I had nowhere else to go, so we’d just go to church. Full Circle Church. Yes, the one I told Angi I would NEVER go to. I’m sitting there feeling about as hateful and numb as one can feel in a church as I hear these words sang: “I need you Jesus to come to my rescue, where else can I go? There’s no other name by which I am saved, capture me with grace.” It was literally like the paddles were placed on my chest and my heart was restarted. I have not missed a Sunday since, and from that first day it took only a matter of weeks for my marriage to start coming back to life. And now every time my husband and I walk hand in hand through the church doors that I said we’d never go to, carrying the little boy I thought we’d never have, I cant help but lift my hands, sing and dance His praises, and with every tear that rolls down my cheek, what was once empty is now so full of joy, and I am thankful that God gave me a platter instead of a plate.
Praise God I WILL use every thing in my life, even what I thought was surely going to kill me to help others find the ultimate resuscitation. Amen.
My Pastor's wife said this word reminded her of me one day. I am seeing the truth of it more everyday:
1 John 2:27 As for you, the anointing you received from him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit—just as it has taught you, remain in him.
Monday, June 6, 2011
goodbye crib...hello toddler bed.
This is June.. Which means next month is July...***sigh*** Sooooo, my son will be 23 months old the 18th of this month. Still, I am in a complete whirlwind. I have no clue where the time has went.
Memorial Day weekend, Darryl and I finally put together his new bed and moved his crib out of his room...This has been a HUGE thing for me. The bed has actually been in our garage for a month now, but I just was not ready to move the crib out yet. I mean, that crib is where my precious baby has spent countless hours, the place I picked him up from at wee hours of the morning for feedings only to lay him right back down in his "crib"... I didn't really think about how attached I was to it until it was crunch time to get rid of it. So as I picked up the final piece to the crib to carry it out to the garage, I just rested my forehead on the doorway to his room and had myself a good long cry. I just didn't want to let go of the crib phase. As I stood there and cried, I felt a chubby little hand pat me on the leg and then Lawson brushed up against me and began to meow like a kitten. LOL. He then threw his head back and gave me a sarcastic laugh. Guess that was his way of saying it was going to be okay ;)
I look back at old pictures (yes, I gawk and stare at all 75 billion of them 24/7) and I just shake my head in disbelief. I miss baby bottles...2 am feedings...sweet cooing in the morning...seeing a toothless, gummy grin... But right now I am totally loving the humor. Oh, there is non-stop entertainment in the form of my 32 1/2 inch, 26 lb, goofy, dancing, talking, toddler. Yep, he is a toddler. Well, he is a toddler baby ;)
He loved being swaddled..and I loved swaddling him ;)
My handsome lil devil...in his CRIB ;)
awwww..and I miss the binky too :'(
I cannot believe how big he has gotten.
aaaaaaaand...drumroll please....
THE TODDLER BED!...oh have mercy after seeing all the pics lines up in a row, I cannot believe my eyes.
Lord, thank you for answering my prayer..and giving me this precious angel, no matter what kind of bed he is sleeping in, I am more and more in love and in awe of him every day. Thank you Lord Jesus for trusting me to be this lil guys Momma. I know now that the long wait and all the trials to get him here were so small in comparison to the gift You were preparing, and a form of preparation to help me to appreciate each and every moment. I cannot fathom how I could ever be deservant of a gift such as my Awesome Lawson Crue, but I am forever greatful. Amen.
Memorial Day weekend, Darryl and I finally put together his new bed and moved his crib out of his room...This has been a HUGE thing for me. The bed has actually been in our garage for a month now, but I just was not ready to move the crib out yet. I mean, that crib is where my precious baby has spent countless hours, the place I picked him up from at wee hours of the morning for feedings only to lay him right back down in his "crib"... I didn't really think about how attached I was to it until it was crunch time to get rid of it. So as I picked up the final piece to the crib to carry it out to the garage, I just rested my forehead on the doorway to his room and had myself a good long cry. I just didn't want to let go of the crib phase. As I stood there and cried, I felt a chubby little hand pat me on the leg and then Lawson brushed up against me and began to meow like a kitten. LOL. He then threw his head back and gave me a sarcastic laugh. Guess that was his way of saying it was going to be okay ;)
I look back at old pictures (yes, I gawk and stare at all 75 billion of them 24/7) and I just shake my head in disbelief. I miss baby bottles...2 am feedings...sweet cooing in the morning...seeing a toothless, gummy grin... But right now I am totally loving the humor. Oh, there is non-stop entertainment in the form of my 32 1/2 inch, 26 lb, goofy, dancing, talking, toddler. Yep, he is a toddler. Well, he is a toddler baby ;)
He loved being swaddled..and I loved swaddling him ;)
My handsome lil devil...in his CRIB ;)
awwww..and I miss the binky too :'(
I cannot believe how big he has gotten.
aaaaaaaand...drumroll please....
THE TODDLER BED!...oh have mercy after seeing all the pics lines up in a row, I cannot believe my eyes.
Lord, thank you for answering my prayer..and giving me this precious angel, no matter what kind of bed he is sleeping in, I am more and more in love and in awe of him every day. Thank you Lord Jesus for trusting me to be this lil guys Momma. I know now that the long wait and all the trials to get him here were so small in comparison to the gift You were preparing, and a form of preparation to help me to appreciate each and every moment. I cannot fathom how I could ever be deservant of a gift such as my Awesome Lawson Crue, but I am forever greatful. Amen.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
20 months of aWeSomEnEss...
It has been far too long since I have blogged! Basically the same thing going on around here, just chasing Lawson around a little faster these days as he is RUNNING all over everywhere and climbing on all the furniture and appliances.. He is full of life thats for sure and brings nothing but joy to our world. We have had our share of illnesses this sick season, bronchitis, flu, more bronchitis, ear infection, pneumonia, bronchiolitis, to name a few.. Needless to say, I am ready as ever to ditch the nebulizer and for spring and summer to get here so my kid can be a kid!
Lawson Crue started a new school two weeks ago and has done AMAZING. His new teacher is a God send to me and I do believe Lawson has already managed to steal her heart. The third day he was there she wrote "he is such a joy to spend the day with!" at the bottom of his daily report... That really did my heart good. What more could you ask for than to have someone appreciate caring for your child... And on an even happier note, as of the 1st week of May I will only be working Monday-Wednesday! So at last he will be with Momma more days a week than he is at the daycare! Woo hoo!
At times I just really don't even know what to blog anymore because my feelings are just the same...complete awe of this little person living in my house that god has so graciously blessed us with. I look at pictures of him as a tiny baby and I just cannot believe it.. to this day I cannot believe he is mine. I pause at least ten times a day and just watch him in complete wonder of what an awesome miracle he is and cannot even begin to fathom the life ahead of him. The amazing thing about the older kids get is that you reallly start to recognize how much THEY love YOU. One of my favorite things in the world is when Lawson just comes up to me out of nowhere and hugs my legs and presses his chubby little cheek against me and pats me and says "mommmma" in that drawn out gushy little i-love-u-so-much tone. It melts my heart. Pretty much everything he does melts my heart. He is just a sweetheart. It is not uncommon for my Mom to come visit and Lawson makes her cry at least twice each time just by simply smiling at her really cute or saying something sweet. Yep, she is such a sap.. LOL!
He is now 20.5 months old and weighs almost 24 lbs and is 31 inches long. Wow almost 20 pounds bigger than when he was born!! My how time has just literally flown by. Plans are already in order for a SECOND birthday party. I cannot believe it. He can now point to and name most body parts, will show you his muscles on demand, and amongst speaking full conversations in his own "Lawson language" he says Momma, Daddy, Bubba, Granny, Sissy, Linny, ball, cracker, cookie, dog, this, that, drink, blanky, night-night, hi, bye bye, thank you, Jesus, eyes, hair, nose, ear, mine, meanie, shoes, pee-pee, poo-poo, bath, and of course CAR... He LOVES cars. He goes to bed playing with cars and immediately wants his cars when he awakes in the morning.
He is just blessin my socks off day in and day out, and I cannot wait to wake up everyday just to see his precious face and hear what might come out of his mouth next....
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Goodbye 2010...hello 2011!
I absolutely cannot believe how fast this past year has flown by! This time last year I had a lil boy who couldn't really sit up, had no teeth, and was still pretty much spitting up everything he ate.. Now we have breezed through the crawling phase, after a lil extra help we have moved through walking and now we are running everywhere and exploring and getting into every inch of the house! He has 8 teeth and two that have just broke thru the gum but not all the way though yet. And let me tell ya, to be such a lil guy, this boy will eat anything that won't eat him 1st with no problem! He is now 17.5 months old and weighs 22 lbs and is 30 inches long.. I cannot believe how fast he has grown. At times he is an ornery lil booger, but he is so darned sweet and charming. Today he was standing up on the seat of his 4wheeler from Santa/aka Bubba (which I have told him a million times NOT to do) and of course I pointed at him and said SIT DOWN! Do You want a spankin? (he shakes his head no)...he sits down...and then with this innocent lil grin stands right back up on the seat of the 4wheeler.. So I stand up and quickly approach him to scold him...what does he do, he sits down as fast as he can and excitedly throws his hand on his face and MMMMUAH! blows me a kiss...he definately knows how to work me. But he still got in trouble. I am not gonna raise a brat who won't listen and bosses me around. (haha, yeah, we'll see.)
So I have been horrible about blogging, I know, I know...but I will try to sum up the holidays a little.
Thanksgiving...
So I was so pumped to cook a huge meal for my family in my brand new kitchen....And I remained excited and happy to do it UNTIL what I like to call "the turkey incident" happened...I thought I was going to be so cool and use a foodnetwork recipe for my turkey...I shoulda known when I had to ask someone at walmart where to find some of the spices it called for I was in trouble...Anyway, so I am attempting to clean this bird in my kitchen and I get stumped, I do not SEE any neck to be pulled out of this thing...so I do what i always do when I am perplexed or have a question pertaining to anything and everything life may throw my way..I call the McLaughlin household.... (toilets overflowing..call McLaughlins...baby's sick...call McLaughlins..have a turkey crisis, call McLaughlins!)..... Luckily Clay's sister is apparently a turkey guru and she begins to walk me thru the sick and twisted ways of molesting...I mean preparing a turkey...I get my hand stuck in this poor birds butt. Seriously, my hand was stuck. Glad everyone thought it was so funny. It looked like a turkey horror movie had been filmed in my sink by the time I got done pulling out all the bodily organs that are for some odd reason left inside the thing in plastic bags...yuck. Through it all, everything turned out delicious, and my brother even said my maple glazed, bacon encrusted turkey was the best he had ever eaten! Hallelujah! Because after all the blood, sweat, tears, and near loss of an appendage, anyone who talked badly about that bird would've found themselves missing some teeth ;) It really was a blessed day. Me, Darryl, my Momma, Lawson Crue, Ella, Jac, Butch, Sam, Evan, Darylen all under one roof making memories and stuffing our faces, pretty much my idea of heaven ;)
Thanksgiving 2009
Thanksgiving 2010
Christmas 2010 was an absolute blast. It came and went so fast. It was awesome to have our first ever 9 foot christmas tree, and put lights and decorations on our new home. I am so extremely excited to see all that 2011 has in store for the Bordeaux household, this year has been a whirlwind, but in all, it has been one of the best yet.
Christmas 2009
Christmas 2010
Twas the night before Christmas...
New Years 2009
Happy 2011 Love, Lawson Crue!
So I have been horrible about blogging, I know, I know...but I will try to sum up the holidays a little.
Thanksgiving...
So I was so pumped to cook a huge meal for my family in my brand new kitchen....And I remained excited and happy to do it UNTIL what I like to call "the turkey incident" happened...I thought I was going to be so cool and use a foodnetwork recipe for my turkey...I shoulda known when I had to ask someone at walmart where to find some of the spices it called for I was in trouble...Anyway, so I am attempting to clean this bird in my kitchen and I get stumped, I do not SEE any neck to be pulled out of this thing...so I do what i always do when I am perplexed or have a question pertaining to anything and everything life may throw my way..I call the McLaughlin household.... (toilets overflowing..call McLaughlins...baby's sick...call McLaughlins..have a turkey crisis, call McLaughlins!)..... Luckily Clay's sister is apparently a turkey guru and she begins to walk me thru the sick and twisted ways of molesting...I mean preparing a turkey...I get my hand stuck in this poor birds butt. Seriously, my hand was stuck. Glad everyone thought it was so funny. It looked like a turkey horror movie had been filmed in my sink by the time I got done pulling out all the bodily organs that are for some odd reason left inside the thing in plastic bags...yuck. Through it all, everything turned out delicious, and my brother even said my maple glazed, bacon encrusted turkey was the best he had ever eaten! Hallelujah! Because after all the blood, sweat, tears, and near loss of an appendage, anyone who talked badly about that bird would've found themselves missing some teeth ;) It really was a blessed day. Me, Darryl, my Momma, Lawson Crue, Ella, Jac, Butch, Sam, Evan, Darylen all under one roof making memories and stuffing our faces, pretty much my idea of heaven ;)
Thanksgiving 2009
Thanksgiving 2010
Christmas 2010 was an absolute blast. It came and went so fast. It was awesome to have our first ever 9 foot christmas tree, and put lights and decorations on our new home. I am so extremely excited to see all that 2011 has in store for the Bordeaux household, this year has been a whirlwind, but in all, it has been one of the best yet.
Christmas 2009
Christmas 2010
Twas the night before Christmas...
New Years 2009
Happy 2011 Love, Lawson Crue!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
the KING of Momma's heart ;)
Well, Halloween has come and gone! We have had such a blast with our little Elvis! Lawson was so excited to see all the kids dressed up and of course meet all the neighbors and get candy!
I am so excited about the upcoming holidays, Lawson really didn't know what was going on last year...so I cannot wait to see his "i'm so surprised" look when he sees all the food for Thanksgiving and the Christmas lights and presents at Christmas!
The "i'm so surprised look"
I am kinda sad Halloween is already over, but I have already been making plans for next year ;)
Lord, thank you for the greatest blessing ever.
My lil biker dressed for his daycare party ;)
Happy Halloween everyone!
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