The shortest longest line

Went to see Dr. Duran today to see what the plan was. Should I continue on another round of Clomid or have a dye test done. Resutls: No dye test, higher dose of Clomid. Great except this means more money. Clomid isn't covered by our insurance.

Solution, Mexico! Isn't Mexico always the answer? Having a bad day...drink it up in Mexico. Need some quality wood furniture...shop it up in Mexico. Need cheap meds, (or meds without a script)...drug it up in Mexico! Viva Mexico!

I called mom up and she was babysitting so I called Will up and he was like, "just spend the money and get it here". No way, I am a bargain shopper! Why am I going to spend $60 for them here when I can get them for $12.50 in Reynosa?

So I got Bob, (or Bop, as Cole lovingly refers to him) to go with me. We are in the car just leaving Bob's and he asks me if I have my passport. Are you kidding me? I am such an airhead! Only me. So he takes me home to get it and we get there, I get my meds, and some for Yaya. We get to the bridge to return and I'm like "Get in this line Bob! Look at how fast it's moving?" Then guess what happens? Yeah, we see cars passing us by like they're on a subway. Goodbye car #15, we haven't moved an inch! We finally get to the Customs Agent and then we're done. On our way home and Bob says to a friend on the phone, "We got in the shortest longest line". I thought it was funny and blog-worthy.

Anyway, cycle number 4 on Clomid. Maybe next month....maybe twins :)....

Until then, I was anxious to get home and see my baby! Makes the sun shine despite the rain!

DFM 2008 Tickets

I am selling DFM tickets for Junior League of McAllen. I will be there as well doing cards and Santa photos. If you would like to buy tickets please let me know and I can stop by with them. Above is a flyer (which I designed-all but the Gingerbread man).

We're Ruint

Will is out of town all week and it is sooo boring here at home without him! Well, Cole keeps me real busy and entertained but we still miss him like crazy.

There is this comedian that jokes about people being "ruint" and when Will goes out of town Cole gets "ruint". Nana is sleeping over these days because she will use any excuse to spend the night with Cole-ster. So Cole's bedtime ahs gone out the window and so has his crib. He is sleeping in the bed with me and my mom the entire night. I thought that maybe I can stand his crying but then my mom starts in! I give up. Hey, actually, they are both "ruint".

I have lost any hope in thinking that this is temporary because we have some dear dear friends coming in to visit us this weekend from Castriville and Cole will be giving up his room and in bed with us as well. But it's worth it to have the Winceoffs and Nana visit!

Can't wait for you to get back honey! We miss you terribly!

Check out my New Header

Did you notice my new blog title and header? Look up.

The High Road

I wrote yesterday in honor of my father because it was Veteran's Day. I can't remember if I mentioned that my father had a moral compass like I had never known. Still, it's rare to find someone with the qualities I admire in my father. Will, of course, but I wouldn't have married him otherwise-he had some pretty big shoes to fill.

Today I had thought about writing about some concerns I have about someone I love very much and who is very dear to me. But I thought about my father, and I knew that I just couldn't air it out like I might my laundry. Of all the things I thought about, all I could think was that such behavior would disappoint my father and went against what he taught us. I am taking the high road despite this overwhelming desire to share. Don't get used to it, this is a once in a lifetime thing!

So here I sit, with my thoughts all bottled up. This feels weird. How do people act so discreetly? I am a sharer. Oh, who am I kidding, an over-sharer.

You probably don't know this about me but I love quotes! I heard this quote and I wanted to share it with you:

"No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is, won't make you cry."

Thank you Gloria Ann for sharing it with me.

My Father, My Hero

Jesse is my father, a Vietnam Veteran. Today, on Veteran's Day I would like to honor him and remember all that he has done for our country, and all that he does for his family.

I love you dad. Thank you.

Bad Mommy

If you are reading this I had just finished posting one (so read the next post to see it) when I realized that I never did post any Halloween pics. Nobody got to see Cole in his costume! Also, I haven't mailed out our Halloween greeting cards! They were super cute-too bad nobody has seen them -unless you read the blog-you lucky boogers you!

Before you take a peek, let me just tell you that I don't know what Will was thinking when he was sporting that goatee. Because he can, every once in a while he does. He looks super old-that cradle robber!

Also, you may notice that Cole's Halloween "costume" are really pajamas. The idea was for Cole to be a fighter pilot with a personalized suit/jumper but we saw these jammies and it was all over once we put them on Cole. They glowed in the dark! We all know how I like a bargain so I was pleased to see that I would be saving $35 going the jammie route. (I got a manicure and pedicure with the savings-...I'm kidding people! What kind of mother do you think I am?)

We went trick or treating to about 4 houses and decided to call it a night because Cole was being a little turd. Every candy he got he would hold it up to us and say "open". I don't think so buddy-not this close to bedtime. When we would say no he would throw a mini tantrum and wanted to go his own way. Yeah-we went home and invited Blaine and Birdie over. We stayed up late watching a movie Will picked out-it sucked. But the company was great! Anyway, without any further ado-

Halloween 2008 pics:This is Cole's godfather. He was Minnie Mouse.