Heaven's a little brighter today

We watched him take his last breath.

We watched his heart beat it's last beat.

We stood there and cried.

I can't get those last few moments of his life out of my mind. It keeps replaying over and over again as though my mind is stuck on rewind and play, rewind and play, rewind and play.

He was a husband.

He was a father.

He was a son.

He was a friend.

He was way to young.

I realize that it is all in God's plan but sometimes I just don't understand.

My heart hurts today.

My heart REALLY hurts.

I am so proud of Heather for her strength. She is amazing. She is at peace. I love her with all my heart.

Love will heal her heart.

May we keep our memories of Blair alive and well in the eyes of Grant. May Grant grow up to make his father proud. Very proud. I know he will and Blair will be watching down on him along the way.

He is a father.

He is a husband.

He is a son.

He is my friend.

Cheech and Chong forever.

Prayers Needed!!

It is after 11 o'clock at night. I can't sleep. Many things are weighing heavily on my mind. This last week has been a busy one. Both my boys suffered from the stomach flu. It was miserable. I have never seen so much poop and vomit in all my life. Sorry for the visual but it was really bad. But tonight I am worried about Brady and hoping that he is not dehydrated. He has had diarrhea for about a week now. I have been on all the parenting and medical websites reading about infant diarrhea and they have me worried. He is just so sad. I don't want to have to take him to the hospital tonight. I am hoping to just take him to the doctor tomorrow. He is just kind of blah. Definitely not the chipper little baby that he usually is. I just hope that waiting until tomorrow is not to late.

I also have a very dear friend in the hospital right now fighting for his life. He is an amazing husband, friend and father who is suffering from liver failure. And he is only 33 years old!! Please send your prayers his way.

Who's Your Daddy?

In case there ever was a discrepancy over who Brady's real dad was....

A Poem for the Day

Came across this poem that I wrote when I was in grade school:

"I wish I wern't so cute.

Boys go crazy when I walk by.

Boys always faint

When I turn them down for a date.

If I were to break a leg

Boys would be in a mile-long line

To kiss my cast."

Shit Show

I will spare you any pictures but we are quite a mess over here!!

Brady puked in his car seat on the way home from Salinas on Wednesday night, and several more times when we got home.

Thought he was well enough on Thursday to pick up Carson from preschool and to drop my car off for an oil change. We thought wrong. He puked AGAIN in his car seat. I had to hose him off at the car dealership and dry him with old, dingy (but clean) shop towels from the service department. Not a pretty site!!

Then yesterday, poor Brady had the runs so bad and started throwing up again that I was worried that he was going to get dehydrated, so to be proactive, we took him to the emergency room.

THREE hours later, we went through:

NINE soiled diapers

TWO vomiting episodes

THREE onesies

ONE pooped on and vomited on Mommy

TWO exhausted parents

... and all the doctor had to say was that Brady was NOT dehydrated and there was really nothing they could do. I was told that they could give him an IV if I wanted to. REALLY? "IF I WANTED TO??" Who WANTS to give there child an IV? I told them I just wanted to go home.

Then....

Carson threw up in the car.

Long night at the Schmidty, I mean, Schmidt house.

Carson is now holding strong but Brady still has a severe case of the runs.

So yeah, to say the least... We are a complete SHIT SHOW!!!

Well, gotta RUN... catch you later!

Oozing Awesomeness!

I have been scrapbooking... A LOT!!!

Cousin Stacey and I are taking this really cool online scrapbook class with Cathy Zieslke.

Awesome.

Gotta love that white space:

A little help from Brady:

This one is my favorite: