Painting with the Chipmunks

When I go Wal-Marting, I stop in the clearance section. The last visit--Wal-Mart had a sideway sale and I picked up a lot of arts and crafts. Here are some of the pics with the chipmunks (sons, great niece, and nephew). They painted the wooden dog and cat, along with their selves.

 This is Brad. My oldest son. He decided to paint his belly.

 Brad smiling for the cam

 Mother and son.

 the doggie Kalen, Brad, and Riah painted

 Stacie and Brad

 Stacie, Brad's belly, and Riah holding the brushes

 Mother and sons.

 mother and sons

 bad shot. but you can see all the stuff i needed to put up and put away

 Mother and her youngest

 Me, my nephew and the cat

Nephew and the cat

me, brad, eugene, and the cat

me, brad, and eugene, and the cat

Brad Jr

Giving credit to the father 1/20/13

I wrote this back in January at Church.

I am a Wyatt. My mother gave me and my sister, Willie C.'s name, even before they got married years later. Youngest sister is a Wyatt too. Willie C. isn't the best father in the world, but he is the father.

A few weeks ago, I decorated the game room. Added some furniture, cleaned it up, a little decor. Made it neater for Kalen and Sariyah. They needed to crawl around without getting in my way. My room is only so big with limited crawling spaces. We also wrote in chalk on the walls, since they are plan. On one of the longest walls, I wrote THE WYATT Family room.

Wyatt-my mother did not like the word on the wall. She said I was giving Willie C. too much credit, even though Willie C. Wyatt was not even a thought. I could have put Williams or Amerson to honor my great grandma or great grand mom--Fannie Reese Williams or Areletha Reece Williams Amerson Tims. I chose Wyatt because it's my last name. I didn't choose my maiden name, my mother changed it. If I changed my name while married (and never changed it back), it would been the Colquitt family room. My mother easily could have gave me Amerson, since she was not married to Willie yet. Stacie Dorletha Amerson. Rachel Janine Amerson. Kalen Nathaniel Amerson. Sariyah Alise Amerson. but She gave us the name of the father.

The father-a name so powerful, filled with honor. God is the father. He knew us before we was born. Before we was a thought in our parents minds. Our parents are to nurture us and teach us the ways of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. They are to give credit to the father, when the kids wake up each morning, for food, for clothing, for shelter, for everything. Nothing wrong with giving credit to God and his loving son Jesus. They provide our needs and love us unconditionally.

Some women do give their children's father too much or too little credit for what they do, but God deserves all the credit. Without him, we are nothing. We don't exist.

For example, there was an episode of Judge Mathis today. The mother was suing the son for something. The mother gave her son too much credit. He has a job. He has five kids. He takes care of his kids, etc etc, etc. The son told the judge, yes he has a job, but no, he does not support his kids like he should. He easily could have agreed with his mother. Boosted his ego, but he was honest and forthright.

Willie C. also gives himself too much credit at times. On a good day, listen to him boast of the things, he says he used to do, when I have no idea, if he did it. My mother also makes the same claims at times, but I am a skeptic. When you was a baby, I cooked for you (ewwwwww greasy food). I changed your diapers. I taught you how to cook (sorry, but consult Areletha for that. RIP Areletha Reese Williams Tims Amerson May 1, 1940 to November 8, 2000). Not saying, there is not a chance he did all these things, but I frankly don't remember. I remember the drugs and alcohol phase. Not to mention doing time "upstate" lol. You also have to factor in I had epilepsy from 1994 to 1996. that darned tegretol messed up my memory.

But I digress. Have a blessed day.

I need my sanity, no matter how much is left

The other day, the kids were driving me nuts. Brad and Kalen was off the wall. My daddy was visiting too. His wife put him out again because they was fighting. He came over here, with liquor in tow. I wanted to sip the liquor but resisted temptation. For some reason, by accident, I knocked over and broke the bottle of Brandy (don't drink it anyway) and still have not touched the boxed wine in the fridge. After having a small convo with Dementia (my middle sis), I never want to drink or do anything stupid enough, when my kids (and great niece or nephew) drives me up the wall. She came upstairs with a bottle of whatever, saying the kids are driving her to drink. She had not kept a kid all day (not even her grand), but the kids driving her to drink. She also checking into a hotel for a week (even though she has a daughter and grand). I like my kids, I love my kids, but I don't want to waste money to do bad things to release stress. I think i got some chocolate somewhere though.

This morning has been hectic. I had all three kiddies (two sons and great niece). I got the great niece because I heard her crying and went to check on her. She was about to flip out of her bed. Her grandma was sleep. My mother was gone. So, I got her and put her in Kalen's Crib. I also had to clean and prepare self for two meetings, back to back. 11:00 was Brad's science meeting for home school. They are preparing for the STARR testing next month. Then at 1230 was speech therapy. I got up about 8 am and the kids woke up after. 

Brad was screaming for part of the morning and Im not sure why. I put it on Sesame Street on the DVD player, when he wanted SpongeBob. Frankly, I am tired of the Yellow Blob, after watching a marathon yesterday. He needed something educational. I cut it on SS and he turned off the DVD player. I found a few other shows on Amazon. Same result, he turned off the DVD player and/or the movie. I told him I am not dealing with him anymore. Either he watches a good show or he can watch something similar on regular cable in the room. He was screaming, hollering, beating windows, mirrors, and slamming doors. He needs to learn he can not get his own way. 

On top of this, Kalen and Sariyah are having their baby fits. They are hungry, tired, need to be changed.  I had to move them into the game room. Let them let off a little energy. 

So, I have a reason, no justification, maybe rationalization, a little projection-- to drink, smoke, go out and have sex with random guys, but I chose not to. Once I do those destructive behaviors, I still have to come home to a house with crazy kids and crazy relatives. Same problems, temporary release, but nothing really has changed, until I change. I can not always  run from problems. Spending needed money on really,stupid things. Bills still must get paid. Children still need a mother and caregiver. and As the most sane person in this house (no matter how crazy I am), I need all my faculties to deal with einy, miney, and sometimes curly and moe. 

12/20/12

Today is a windy, super cold day. Brad has went part of yesterday and part of today without his Rispercrap. The results were completely evident. Brad kept attacking his brother via pinching and biting. Brad also had more meltdowns, even with melatonin in his system. I even tried playing the infamous Autism CD by Dr. Bates. I can not stand the sound of rain, but I put up with for the sake of my mental stability. I don’t know what set Brad off but he was jumping on sofas, trying to lay on tables, pulling Kalen’s hair, and a slight bit zombie-ish last night. He was staring off into space (something typical of Kalen. Brad has not done this in a long time). Glad I called the doctor for the rest of his medication. The doctor gave me a two-month supply. I assumed the 4 bottles was a two-month supply. Didn’t realize Dr. D gave a refill, since he don’t normally do this. Dr. D called his morning, told me about the refill, and I quickly called CVS. I asked for the Rispercrap only. The Clonindine can wait (melatonin works better anyway). After a few hours of meltdowns, my mother braved the cold and wind to head to CVS to get Brad’s medication. CVS also refilled the Clonindine, because my mother asked them too. (I hate crushing pills).

Early Intervention went great. Ms. Lisa also came bearing gifts: a giant, 46 piece, floor puzzle, and a bubble gun. Brad was calm during the sessions. He played with Sariyah. Tried to block her from coming into the den, but Riah climbed over him and entered the den anyway. Kalen did some cruising, stacking, and shaking today.

I noticed a few minutes ago, Kalen displayed another sign of Autism--well if not just Brad only. He was banging his head against the wall. Brad was a head banger during the first few years after birth. Glad he grew out of it. Not sure if I am ready for another head banger. I know Kalen has characteristics of Autism, but I am more prepared now at 32 than I was at 21.