My Name

This morning Andrew got up with Brinlee because I was too tired to get up after the night I had. Andrew now gets off work at 9pm which means he doesn't get home until about 9:30-45pm. So I stayed up with him until about 11:30pm and of course Celyn decided to wake up about every 1 /12 to nurse. When he woke up at 5:30am I could not fall back to sleep. When he woke up at 6:30am he would not go back to sleep. Thank God for my helpful husband. He let me sleep until 10am. YAY! At the breakfast table Brinlee kept saying "Puppy poo poo outside." and I said "Yeah that's right she does." I told Andrew that yesterday she started crying for the puppy. I let Windy in the house because Brinlee was sick and I didn't want her outside. About 2 hours later I had to let her out to go potty and Brin started having a conniption. So I told her that the puppy needed to go poo poo outside. Andrew replied, "Ooohhhh! It all makes so much sense now. I could not figure out what she was talking about." 

But back to my story. I believe I promised to tell you about my name: Jordan Elizabeth
At the time my mom was pregnant with me my older sister Tasha was 4 years old and in preschool. She had a little boy in her class named Jordan that she had as much of a crush that a 4 year old could have on him. So when mom asked her what to name the baby Tasha of course said Jordan! Mom had told he pastor about it when she was at counseling. The pastor told her that Jordan was a very symbolic name for what mom was going through. Mom realized what she meant. That she was like the Israelites trusting God to deliver them out of Egypt and across the Jordan River into the Promised land. I don't know the specifics just because I have never asked but I do know that she felt abandoned. Abandoned by my dad and by her family. My mom was between a rock and a hard place when she had me. She was practically homeless. When she had me she was living in a motel with no money and no car. She had to completely trust in God. She then decided that whether I was a boy or girl I would be named Jordan. OK, but what about Elizabeth?
The name Elizabeth means "consecrated to the Lord." and that is what mom wanted for her baby, relating back to the whole "dynamo for Jesus" thing. If I had been a boy my middle name was to be Troy after my maternal grandfather. I was born on his birthday, August 28th 1989. He says I stole his birthday and that he hasn't had one since...It doesn't quite look that way Papa, sorry. lol. My dad came to see me when I was about 3 months old and when was 7 months old but I didn't see him again until shortly after my 6th birthday.

Until next time Readers

My Story I

Since I have some free time, because both of my babies are sleeping, I will write.

My parents met in 1988 while working at the same Mercedes-Benz dealership in Sacramento. My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a go-for. Both of my parents describe their early relationship as being like animal magnetism. From the stories I have heard they were pretty crazy. My mom had been married before and from that marriage had my older sister Tasha. Dad said that Tasha would look at you with those huge blue eyes and you wanted to give her the world. Although her eyes are now green you still want to give her the world because of her sweetness and patience. I digress, November 26th 1988 I was conceived. Because of my parents unashamed bluntness I know this date. Mom knows exactly because it was after my mother's cousin's wedding.
It was a rough relationship from the beginning. My parents separated when my mom was pregnant with me. My mother's family was having a hard time with this all. In mom's words they were, "patting me on the back for not having an abortion and kicking me in the ass for not giving you up for adoption." I am so glad that she decided not to.One of the deciding factors for her keeping me was my Papa. She told me that she was crying to him, frustrated about everyone telling her what to do and he said, "Ramona, what do you want to do?" She looked at him and said she wanted to keep me. Another factor was when mom was going for counseling and the pastor said to her what if she gave me up and I became a "dynamo for Jesus" and mom never got to see it? That, I think, was the end of the battle of whether or not to give me up for adoption. Then there is my name. Of how I became Jordan Elizabeth. However you will just have to wait until tomorrow for that story as I need to organize my books into a chest of drawers so that they are not in Rubbermaid bins anymore.
                                           Until next time Readers.

Well, after spending the day driving home, moving the furniture around in my room and front porch, painting my hutch and scrubbing moss off the brick steps that lead into my house and still taking care of my two month old and 22 month old I am pooped!
I'm afraid Celyn might be teething already. He has been biting while nursing and slobbering all over the place and just not very happy in general. Poor baby. This is short I know but I just got into my bed for the first time since spending the week at my sisters house and I am falling asleep.

Goodnight!

New Introduction

So, here I am again.
One week after I wrote the first post I found out that I was expecting an addition to our family. Needless to say, I completely forgot about the blog I had started. I was reading a couple of my friends blogs recently and it came to mind that I too had begun to write one.

I have a hard time staying focused and not jumping around from topic to topic. I had a teacher once tell me to just write and edit later but I have a hard time letting go and just allowing it happen. I hope writing a blog will help with that. But I still need to write the way I am and not try to write like some scholar. This isn't for a living, it's for fun. So who cares if I screw up on grammar and spelling and staying on topic. It may be hard to read but bare with me. Heh, oh gosh. I can't believe I am so self conscious about my writing that I feel the need to defend it before I have even written anything. Pathetic.

See you tomorrow