How do they live with themselves?

I haven't blogged in a while... been too busy. But after watching Fox News tonight, I really had to wonder...

If someone can't even provide the basic necessities of life (food and medical care) for their children, how can they feel good about themselves? If you need to depend on the government to pay for your family's food from Food Stamps, how can you have any pride in yourself? That's a necessity of life and you can't even provide that for your family. So you're really not the 'breadwinner' in the family, huh? I think these people should be ashamed of themselves, they are the bottom of the totem pole for not making something of themselves, and their children will follow in their footsteps and grow up to be 'nothings', also, the peons of life. If you don't earn enough income to support your family, then get an education and get a better job. Or maybe you should have waited to start a family until you could afford it, did that ever cross your mind? Yeah, apparently to most people it doesn't occur to them to use common sense, but then you have the people who pop babies out just to keep their welfare, while the children get neglected, I know a few people like that... Professional Welfare Moms.

I'm not talking about large families where the father actually supports his family as he should... I also know families like that. But if you have to depend on the government to feed your children, you don't need to keep having more.

Does it feel good to sit at the end of the welfare line to get your free handout? How does it feel to know that your children would starve if it wasn't for other people's money being taken from them and given to you? Can you look at yourself in the mirror and think you're a decent person??

What about people claiming disability, but they aren't disabled? We all know the type... they can work in the garden all day, play baseball and soccer with their children, shop 'til they drop using the food stamps and government aid that they so happily leech from the real tax-paying citizens, but are too lazy to work an 8 hour day and have duped the government into paying them for being "disabled" so they can do what they please while everyone else can hold their head up high at their jobs. Oh, they just told little white lies to get it? A lie is a lie, no matter how small. So does it matter that they are liars and cheaters, amongst other things? I'm sure they have no problem sleeping at night knowing what kind of people they are. Hmm... these people might be lower than the lowest on the totem pole, although most people on disability also get food stamps and free medical. Yes, definitely the worst of the worst as far as value to society. It sounds like Obama planned his 'death panel' for these types of people... if you are worthless to society, then you are worthless as a human being.

And people who keep collecting unemployment, going around with their sheet of paper asking people at stores to sign it saying that they asked for a job application, but they really aren't looking for a job... it's too easy to sit home and collect all those free benefits for as long as that ding-dong Obama will hand them out.

Wow, sounds awfully judgemental, right? I'm just stating the facts with a little common sense added in.

Maybe this will give someone a wake-up call, cause you might be one of those people who needs a smack in the face and become a real man or a real woman.

You can't have self-worth as a person if you are constantly depending on other people to provide the sustenance of life for you and your children.

Alright, my rant is done. We can go back to being happy now :o)

Kylava doing her classwork :o)

Kyliava loves sitting at her toddler desk and doing worksheets!

So at 18 months old, Kyliava tests on the cognitive level of a 3-year-old, yet scores ZERO in verbal skills. She amazes her therapists with the things she can do at her young age... but she just won't talk to us. Half the time it's like she's deaf, she just seemingly doesn't hear anything you say to her, even loud noises don't scare her.

She can use 104 words in sign language to communicate... not watered-down baby sign language, but real American Sign Language. She even teaches it to her therapists! I was always skeptical of teaching babies sign language, I could see how it could CAUSE language delays. But at 14 months I started teaching it to her (I had begun learning it in Middle School) and she picks up on everything SO quickly! I only have to show her a sign once or twice for her to use it correctly. Most children her age can say 12-15 words consistently... Kyliava won't talk, but has an amazing "vocabulary" with her 100+ words in sign language. We were shopping in Lowe's the other day, and employees and customers gathered around her to watch her "talk" for about 20 minutes!

She can tell you the sound that each letter of the alphabet makes... that really astounds people! (I wonder if the local kindergarten could use her to teach the 5-year-olds LOLOL!!!) She can draw circles, triangles, squares, and other things that you tell her to, and she is *this close* to writing her name. She knows her colors and shapes.

She does many things very well that children more than twice her age are just learning... so why won't she TALK?

Is our Heavenly Father showing us more of His sense of humor in Kyliava? I thank Him every day for this very special child He has given to us!!!

Where's Obama's help??

Okay, so I don't have a picture for this one. But I just got back from the grocery store. CNN is reporting that retail prices are up 8%. Sure seems more like 20% to me! Our president is a joke, all he's done as far as helping people is handing out more to those already getting a handout, and given people a "stimulus" of about $7.50 a week off their taxes in their paycheck. How much does that piddly amount stimulate your family? Not much over here. What a fantastic stimulus plan, Obama, and it will only take our great nation 40 years to pay it all back. Gee, thanks.

A family of four on welfare just got their welfare benefits of food stamps upped an average of $80 a month, and the other day at Publix a woman with 'bling' everywhere, nails and hair done (have you seen how much that costs??), cellphone, designer purse, was buying two HUGE stacks of crablegs on my tax dollars and all the "fixins" to go with it. I saw another woman on a different day buying birthday cake and all the other wonderful preparations (chips, ice cream, soda, candy) for a birthday party with that same welfare card. Must be nice to be able to take advantage of government programs like that.

Now, my family doesn't qualify for handouts from the government like half the people in South Carolina seem to, we get no food stamps, no Medicaid, absolutely nothing. We pay over half of Mike's paycheck for food and medical costs, and to be honest, it aggravates me. Why did Mike spend years studying and paying for a good education, when a high school dropout will just be given the difference by the government? Or even someone earning the same amount as him, but getting paid under the table? I've often told Mike that we'd have the same amount of money if he worked at McDonald's because then all the food and medical costs would be covered.

So where's OUR help, Oh Great Obama???

Winter Jam 2009

Kevin in the Tobymac shirt he got at the concert

Mike took Friday night off last week to take Kevin to Winter Jam 2009. Kevin's favorite Christian singers were there... Tobymac, Brandon Heath, Newsboys, and a few others I can't remember. Mike and Kevin were able to be seated before the masses rolled in, and the coolest thing happened: Several of the Newsboys stopped to chat with Kevin while they were walking to bring their wives some bottled water!! He thought that was just awesome!

Kyliava's First Haircut!

This is the before, her bangs were a little long and in her eyes:

This is the after...

Her hair is still a lil' bit wet and unstyled, but you get the idea :o)

More Pics of our Twins!

Since Kayla chose Leah's name (the mommy goat) and Kevin chose Blaze's name (our toddler boy goat) we decided to let them name the babies, too!

The picture above is of Alex, our new baby girl goat, making her first attempts at nursing.

The picture below is Biker, the baby boy, standing for the first time. They are each about an hour old in the pics!

We have twins!!

Mike looked out of the living room window a little while ago and shouted, "Honey, it's happening!" as Leah birthed her first baby, what are the odds of him looking outside at that EXACT moment?? We ran outside, oohed and aahed over the baby, and came back in to let them have their first moments together.

Kayla was looking at them through the window and said that Leah was going to have another. Well, it's her first pregnancy and most goats only have 1 baby the first time around, so we said that it was probably the placenta. Nope, it was another baby!! We don't know yet if we have boys or girls or one of each, but they are doing well and mama is taking good care of them so far!

We've had a busy few weeks!

My mother-in-law asked us to move in with her to help her pay her bills so that she didn't lose her house. Her house was paid off a few years ago, but she ran a mortgage back up again with excessive gambling and obsessive shopping, so we told her we'd help her out and rent out our home for extra income to help with her bills.

For weeks, we cleaned roach droppings out of cabinets, scrubbed floors that hadn't been cleaned properly in years upon years, and cleaned out the pantry and cabinets, throwing away 4 huge trash receptacles of food that had expired over a year ago, or were half-eaten and put back in the cabinets.

She made it so difficult for us to live there, even though she was the one who asked us to help her. For years, she had her kitchen table piled up with papers and "stuff". Yet a few days after we moved in the table finally was all cleaned off, and from that point on she couldn't handle one thing being on the table (except the fake fruit thing in the middle of the table??), even if it just was a cup the children hadn't finished with yet. We kept pointing out her own mess to her, but she just couldn't see it. In 4 weeks she couldn't make sure to have bedrooms cleaned out for the children and was too exhausted to clean, but could go out dancing for hours at night with her live-in-on-the-weekend boyfriend. She kept accusing Kayla and Kevin of things that they hadn't done, and really hurt their feelings a few times. My children deserve better than that. No, I'm not gossiping, just explaining the situation. It was really crazy there.

So finally a few days ago, we had enough of the drama and decided to just move back into our home and let her deal with her own problems. So we've had two moves within the span of a month, and we're trying to organize all of our stuff back into our house. It's gonna take a few more days and some more hard work, but the children and I are very glad to be back in our own home.

This is the picture that I emailed Mike at work to let him know that Kyliava was finally going to be a big sister! I made the shirt with puff-paint and (im)patiently waited for it to dry so I could slip it over her head, take the picture, and surprise him. When he got home two-and-a-half hours later, I asked him if he got the picture I sent. He said yes. I asked him if he noticed anything about the picture. He said, "Yeah, it said Big Sister on the shirt". I looked at him. Then he let out a big "OHHHH!". It took him over 2.5 hours to figure it out! I had a good laugh over that one and will remember that moment for a very long time.

And I hate to say, that is not the end of the story. Kyliava will not get to be a big sister. On Thursday, January 22 God took the baby from us, I was exactly 6 weeks along. The baby's due date was right between Kayla's birthday (Sept 5) and Kyliava's birthday (Sept 26). We were so excited that we were going to have another baby, and the disappointment and sadness that we now feel is immeasurable.

What I've Learned From Moving...

(Kyliava in her new Disney Princess Bed. Yes, it was in the living room that day because I had just put it together!)

Now on to what I have learned from moving!
I have learned that Kyliava doesn't need 45 dresses in every size hanging in the closet. Kevin-Michael doesn't need 30 Polo shirts, although that boy sure does love clothes!! We have all been living for 2 weeks with the same 5 outfits, we just do laundry a bit more! So maybe we do have WAY too many clothes. But it's one of those things you just don't realize in your every day life. We still don't have our nice dressers at the new house, and most of our clothes are still at the old house, but once it's all set up I'm going to take a hard look at what we have. Most of our stuff is still at the old house, and we've been living without it this long, so how much of it do we really need?