My brain is swimming with a million thoughts and images. I can't seem to focus on any one topic for discussion, but because my posts have been lacking oomph lately, I feel compelled to at least try. This post may just become one big dumping ground for all my woohoos, boohoos, and anyhoos, so I apologize in advance. Let me start by saying that Christmas was amazing. Everybody's mood was cheerful and relaxed. Even the kids held it together for a full 24 hours and the time we spent with family and friends was not rushed or superficial. The day after Christmas we took off to North Georgia for a family vacation. Fifteen Perrys/Sheffields/Bergens buried in the snow. It was glorious. The kids made snowballs, built snowmen, made snow angels, rode four-wheelers, and tubed down snow covered hills. Matt repeated the phrase "fresh powder" a good 500 times while we were there, and my mom couldn't stop taking pictures of the snow covered trees. The snow made us all giddy and spirited. I Loved It!
In other news, I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. A "big" one. Actually, a "big" two. Thanks to Dr. John Tyrone I am now a proud owner of a significantly larger chest area. I had the surgery five days before Christmas, so the majority of my vacation was spent in pain. The first few days weren't too bad. In fact, I even bragged a little about how minimal the pain was. Then I ran out of painkillers. HELLO Mama Pain! I was not prepared for the radiating/throbbing pain that worked itself across each breast every 2-5 minutes. After two full weeks of chest labor, I gave birth to two perfect baby girls. Twins! Although they feel completely fake, which like the pain, I was not prepared for, I am completely thrilled that I went through with the surgery. I'm suddenly feeling a bit more Sandra Lee, and a lot less Rachel Ray. I think that was enough oomph for one post.
My name is Katy, and I'm a native Floridian. I have three precious children, and I've been happily married for twelve years. I enjoy the simple things in life, for example, freshly brewed coffee, a good movie, perfectly seasoned steak, and silence. At our house silence is truly golden, and when there is that brief moment of silence, I usually fall asleep before I can enjoy it.
English is my first language, but I also speak whine. This is a language spoken mainly by hungry, sleepy children. I became submersed in this language after the birth of my first child. In the beginning I only understood the language, but now after three children, I not only understand it, I speak it- fluently.