Surprising Blog Statistic

So I've been using a visitor counter as long as I've had my blog. I've change providers a few times and just last night switched again.

Tonight, I went to check the new information. I was surprised to see that out of 35 visits so far today, nine of them were direct links to the blog entry back in January about Maxwell coloring Missy-dog blue with permanent marker.

I had no idea that story was still floating around out there, but just today I had two hits from Japan and one from Australia on that page. So funny!

Enjoy the story if you haven't read it before. Or read it again if you need another laugh!! I'm glad Maxwell's sense of adventure is still bringing laughs to many people.

Birthday Celebrations

Well, last week, he did it. Against my wishes, my lil' man turned seven.

He had a special day! His Grandma and Papa Gene and the four of us all when out to lunch at Red Robin. Then, Matt had to go to work, but my brother, Damon, and his girlfriend, Amy, came into town. We went to American Pie for dinner and had a great time. Although there were no gifts given last weekend, I know he had a wonderful time with his family.

Tomorrow, we leave right after school to head to Ohio. It's time to party it up Kobylak Style. We're having about 30 family and friends over to my inlaws home to celebrate the big day. I plan to (pray for me) make a large cake with the end scene to Super Mario Brothers on it. I pray it comes out well and I hope I don't stress...too much...over it.

I'll post pictures on Sunday or Monday! Have a great weekend!

The Storm

I'm not sure if the emotional storm is hovering or passing, but I can see some light through it.

On top of being emotionally exhausted lately, I think I'm getting sick. I'm not sure if I'm getting sick because I'm stressed, or stressing because I'm sick. Maybe it's both.

Matt has been doing a lot to help break the storm up for me. He's been extra sweet and thoughtful. And today, he got a few hours off of work and came home to clean the house for me. It looks great! I love that man.

In "It"

And I'm trying to find my out. I'm not finding it.

I feel like I'm in a 'scream and cry' state and I want to leave. I would like to have a long, hard cry, but I can't seem to find the release button. I constantly feel like it's just on the edge, but it won't come.

Some of the things I used to do, I've put off. Not because I don't want to do them, but because they seem 'too big'. I'm still getting my things done, but I'm not doing them as quickly or effectively as I used to. Payton's birthday party is next weekend and I have no plans made. Nothing. It's exhausting for me to think about it. A friend invited me out on Friday night. I would have loved to have gone and I needed the break, but I couldn't find the momentum or energy to get off my butt and go.

This isn't right, but I don't know what to do. I don't know. I just don't know...

Happy Birthday, Stinky

It's that time.  My "baby" boy turns seven years old tomorrow.

It's hard for me to think "seven".  It sounds "old" to me...as old as seven can be.  But it's not little anymore.  I see it as a big kid age.  He's closer to 10 than I'd like to admit...and I'm not ready to go there.

In processing all this, here are some pictures of the littlest to the current Payton.

I love you, big guy.  You're my brainsource and my intellectual buddy.  I'm so proud of the courteous, polite and compassionate little man you are becoming.  Your brother loves you so very much and you are a spectacular role model for him.  You make our whole family so very proud of you.  We love you with all our hearts!

Maxwellian

Max is full of funny things to say or do. But here is his newest one:

He was out riding his bike yesterday. He rode the limit of two houses in each direction. He stopped on the sidewalk and stared at his bike. I asked him, "What's wrong, Max?" He said "Come here!" I walked down to him and asked him again, "What's wrong?" He looked up at me exasperated and said, "It's out of FUEL!!!"

Seriously? What 3 year old says "fuel" instead of gas? After we filled his bike with "fuel" he continued his ride.

Only in Max's world...