Saddened


On the wings of the anniversary of Columbine (A HUGE deal here in Colorado) and with the news that the SWAT team would be investigating all local high schools for weaknesses in case another school shooting… we lose more people to a senseless tragedy. I almost feel like it was worse that the shooter was a college senior… he was almost done with school. What a horrible waste, what a sad loss. My prayers extend to all those who have lost a loved one, to anyone injured and their families, and to all the students trying to heal. May healing come quick to all.



We did it!


Finally!


We got Matthew’s hair cut!


We have been meaning to get it cut for weeks now, but we kept putting it off. Finally I just said “get in the car, we are going NOW”.


He was not too thrilled about it, but there were no tears, or grumbling, just wiggling and a lot of signing and saying “help”.


I was impressed how well he did, even when she pulled out the clippers to shave the back of his neck.


Afterwards we celebrated by getting Korean food at a REALLY good restaurant here in town, and then got him his own cup of ice cream on the way home.

And yes, I even cut the back.


Terri asked me how I felt about it earlier. Yes, it looks good, and I do like it… but I am also very sad. I have always loved the long soft downy locks of hair, and I do think the long hair was so cute… but it was time. He feels so much older to me now, and I miss being able to hold him against my chest and put my fingers through his hair at night when he was sleepy… but it was time. My 22 month old baby seems one step closer to being a two year old toddler.



To the Family of a Fallen Marine


Today I got an email forward, about a woman named Katherine Cathey, and the loss of her husband Jim Cathey, a marine who died in Iraq. The story was so touching that I searched the web to find more information about this family, and decided to share their story with you.

Grab a box of tissues before you continue, like most stories about fallen heroes and the family they left behind, this story is touching. Pictures are captions came from this website.

Katherine Cathey was expecting a phone call from her husband, Marine 2nd. Lt. Jim Cathey, so she could tell him if their baby would be a boy or a girl. Instead, she got a knock at the door — the knock every military family dreads. When his body finally arrived at the airport in the Marine’s hometown of Reno, Katherine never wanted to leave his side. ‘You take for granted the last night you spend with them,’ she said. ‘I think I took it for granted. This was the last night I’ll have to sleep next to him.’ She said about her all night vigil by Jim’s casket the night before his burial. Major Steve Beck prepares for the final inspection of 2nd Lt. James J. Cathey’s body, only days after notifying Cathey’s wife of the Marine’s death in Iraq.

At the first sight of her husband’s flag-draped casket, Katherine Cathey broke into uncontrollable sobs, finding support in the arms of Major Steve Beck. When Beck first knocked on her door in Brighton to notify her of her husband’s death, she glared at him, cursed him, and refused to speak to him for more than an hour. Over the next several days, he helped guide her through the grief. By the time they reached the tarmac, she wouldn’t let go.

When 2nd Lt. James Cathey’s body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac. During the arrival of another Marine’s casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as one of the most powerful in the process: ‘See the people in the windows? They’ll sit right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what’s going through their minds, knowing that they’re on the plane that brought him home,’ he said. ‘They’re going to remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They’re going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should.’

Minutes after her husband’s casket arrived at the Reno airport, Katherine Cathey fell onto the flag. When 2nd Lt. James Cathey left for Iraq, he wrote a letter to Katherine that read, in part, ‘there are no words to describe how much I love you, and will miss you. I will also promise you one thing: I will be home. I have a wife and a new baby to take care of, and you guys are my world.’

On the tarmac at the Reno Airport, 23 year-old Katherine Cathey waits in a limousine next to an empty hearse, preparing to watch the arrival of her husband’s casket. Five days earlier, she learned of her husband’s death in Iraq. Two days later, she learned that her baby would be a boy.
Katherine Cathey pressed her pregnant belly to her husband’s casket, moaning softly. The baby, due Jan. 1, will be named James Jeffrey Cathey Jr.

The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of ‘Cat,’ and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. ‘I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,’ she said. ‘I think that’s what he would have wanted.’

The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of JIM.

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On December 22, 2005 Katherine Cathey, 24, recieved an early Christmas gift with the birth of her son James Jeffrey Cathey Jr, who she calls Jimmy.

Katherine Cathey holds her son, James Jr., during a recent doctor’s visit. Katherine’s husband, 2nd Lt. James J. Cathey, was killed Aug. 21 in Iraq. Katherine, 24, is trying to save as many things as possible to show her son. “I hope he asks a lot about his dad,” she said of “Jimmy,” who was born Dec. 22. “I’m sure he will.”

I wish Katherine and Jimmy the best, and I hope they both lead full and rewarding lives surrounded by the memories and love from their fallen hero.



Mesothelioma


Did you know that Mesothelioma is a type of cancer that can result from exposure to asbestos? It is some scary stuff, please be careful with working with insulation!



Nap Time??!??


Can someone please inform my baby that it is time for him to sleep?? He’s up in his room playing and I am concerned he will be a major crab butt tonight. I am about ready to take him to my room and cuddle him in my bed and then put him back down, but I can’t seem to tear myself away from a two hour Dateline I had not noticed from last week. It is about the recent school shootings and it is just heartbreaking. The poor families of all these innocent victims, my heart breaks for them.



On my list


Lowes is on my list… which list you ask? On my list of people who make commercials that make me cry. So, after the damn Lowes commercial, Bobby hits play on Extreme Home Makeover… and now I am a sobbing wreck. Sometimes being an emotional person is just TOO much. Maybe its my hormones, I don’t know… but I think maybe *I* have been crying more than Matthew has lately.



Sir crab butt, the angry one


Matthew has been so crabby this morning. He woke up at 7am and ONLY wanted daddy, which was not possible as daddy was trying to get some sleep. Daddy finally got up and rescued him, but only while getting ready to go. Around 9 he left with Austin and Christopher for the Taekwondo competition and Matthew had a complete meltdown. He was kicking and screaming and pounding at the door… poor little guy. In the last month he has developed full fledge separation anxiety, my poor little boy!



Roller FREAKING Coaster


*Warning* I may not censor this post too well.

I am tired, I am bitchy, and I have had the most draining day today. Last night I was up until 4am, between the baby waking at night, Bobby not being home, and dealing with the emotions of the drama going on in the in-law front… I am just a wreck. I worry that the only good that will come with finding him will be getting to know his kids, as I just cannot see him wanting to come back into our lives.

Today Christopher had his appointment with the specialist. He’s been showing sensory issues for a long time and Tricare is such a joke we were going no where fast trying to get them to see a problem. Now that we have decent insurance I started making calls to get him seen.

Well, no diagnosis yet, but the pediatrician and the neurologist agree there are some things going on in the Asperger’s spectrum. If you don’t know what asperger’s is, it is high functioning autism. I am so scared this is what is wrong, it will not be the first time that word has been said around him. My sister and my friend have both told me they think he has it, the latter being a mom of an asperger child.

So I talked to my mother in law, who warned me of the genetic link in the males in my husband’s family. My mother in law is in mourning of her husband of a week, but her live in boyfriend of 11 years. Bob was a great man, and I considered him my father in law and the grandfather of my children. We talked to a couple hours tonight when I called to offer my condolences.

It has been 4 hours since I started trying to write this entry, I think in those four hours I have gone through all the stages of grief and I am prepared for anything the pediatric neuropsychologist could tell me.

Beside my mother in law, I talked to someone today who I have not spoken to in 9 years. Everything I learned was great news and for privacy sake I am not going into what is going on, but it’s mostly all positive news



Grounded for life


Austin is in SO much trouble. His teacher called today to inform me he has one F and another getting very close to an F because he has not been turning in assignments again…. Why does he not learn?? This has been an ongoing problem EVERY SINGLE DAMN YEAR! He is so smart, but why did God give him 95% brains and 5% common sense?? So, he is being babysit now… I will be checking his folder, and he has to get his planner signed by me and his teacher. Until he pulls his grades up, he will have three things in life… School/Homework, Chores, and Taekwondo. If his grades slip anymore, his Master said he will be excused from lessons… he took him into his office today and had a talk with him. Between his teacher, his dad and I and his TWD Master, I HOPE we can nip this in the bud and he will pull his act together. It would not be the first time he has pulled out of a nosedive and ended up soaring high… in third grade he pulled mediocre grades into honor roll.



Baby Isaac, may you finally find peace.


I finally went to bed last night at 4am, I was too busy reading/crying about this sweet little boy, Isaac L. The name is dear to me, my cousin has a son named Isaac F. who was adopted through the foster care system. But that is where the similarities end. The before mentioned precious child was not taken from an abusive family, but one where the family made some mistakes. The parents fixed them, but their children were still removed and their son was murdered because of the foster care system; one that was in place to protect children who are in harms way. I will not go into details, the above link has the details. My heart goes out to these parents. They lost their 9 children to the system sworn to protect them, but two of their children lost their lives unnecessarily, and suffered abuse. I have so much more to say, but I need to collect my thoughts before saying anything more, I am LIVID!