You may or may not know. ... .

Some of you may or may not know that I have been trying to get pregnant for 2.5 years without a lasting pregnancy.  I am fertile in the sense that I ovulate and can get pregnant, but my body won't hold onto the pregnancy.  Thus, resulting in miscarriage after miscarriage.   I have just recently had my 5th miscarriage. . .third in 2009.  The last miscarriage was at 5 weeks.  Long enough to find out that I was pregnant and then, "wham".  . . the doctor told me prior to miscarrying.  I have been going to the fertility specialist and they don't know more than I do. . .my chromosomes are fine, it is not Eric, it has worked before, etc.  They "think" it may be the lining to my uterus not being thick enough.  So, I am going to try a new drug called Fremara.  It isn't supposed to thin your lining like Clomid does.  With that said. .. .I am taking a vacation!  Eric and another friend couple of ours are going to Cancun the first week of February.  I am thrilled!  So. .. .the pregnancy trying must wait.  I want to scuba dive and drink margaritas.  Both of which I can't do if pregnant.  So. .. I will take the drugs prior to vacation in hopes that I come back with a baby that will stick around. 

Taylor's 4th Birthday

The day started with hear shaped pancakes, made with love by daddy.

This is the "Cinderella" cake I made.  Eric laughed at it.  I cried. . .Taylor love it!  This cake was HORRIBLE to make!  Not as easy as you would think.

Taylor got her first motorcycle helmet . . courtesy of Daddy.  He thinks she will become a professional.  I have my reservations.

My dad bought Taylor a miniature vacuum.  This was my personal favorite gift.  Guess who gets to "earn" her keep now. Joking!  LOL!  She loved it. . and tried it out immediately.

The stack of gifts. .  the picture does not do it justice.

Overall, a great birthday.  There were 37 people in our 1800sq. ft. house.  That is the MAX our house can hold.

You know you "really" are a mom when. . .. .

So, my pride and joy, Taylor has been exercising her opinions in a way I would describe as "less than enjoyable."  I have found myself reverting to 4 year old more than once these past 2 months.  Here is how it started.  . .I drove "early" to pick up Taylor from preschool,assuming that she would be thrilled that I had picked her up early.  Instead I pulled up and all of the kids were outside at "recess."  I heard a small boy tell me, "Taylor is in the box sleeping."  I thought that was weird, but looked around for her.  Indeed, I did find her in a box, the size of a Huggies box.  She was laying in the box, not moving.  The other children and myself said, "Taylor, get up. . .it is time to go home. "  . . .. no response. After a few minutes of this, I picked the box up and dumped her out, ever so gently. She then proceeds to run from me and scream as she does so.  I say, "Taylor, it is time to go." She continues to run to the side of the preschool, behind the shed.  I follow her and she keeps running from me and screaming.  When I finally catch her, I put her in a hold that can only be compared to as; the way you would carry a sack of potatoes under one arm.  There she was. . .kicking her arms. .. flailing about. .. .screaming. .. crying. . .scratching.  All for what?  Because she was dumped from a box?  LOL!  Anyway.  I somehow managed to put her in her booster seat, but not before she whacked me in the face!  (This is where I lost it and reverted to the 4 year old!)  I began to yell. .. I mean "loud!"  Over top of my child!  I began to drive down the road, but Taylor would not give up. . .she continues to wail!  So... what would any mature mother do?  I pulled the car over, grabbed her from the car seat and put her in the grass on the side of the road.  There she threw the worlds most classic temper tantrum.  Face down screaming, arms and feet kicking temper tantrum.  I just stood there in awe of what my child was capable of.  I had never seen such a fit.  The best was the cars driving by, the entire time that Taylor was having her fit.  I finally told her that she would not be getting back into the car until she was done.  I started to walk towards the car. . bluffing her. . .and she "STOPPED!"  What the hell!  Just like that?!  Then, it was over.  Taylor got back into the car and we went home.


This was only the first of many temper tantrums to be had within the last few months.  Tell me that I am not alone.  Tell me that my daughter is "normal" for a, just turned 4 year old.

My "baby" is turning 4!

In two days my "baby" girl turns 4!  I am emotional. . more than I thought I would be. I remember how hard it was to watch her turn 1. Now, I struggle to watch her turn 4.  I had to take a stroll down memory lane to remind myself of all of the special moments with her.  Happy 4th Birthday Taylor Jo!

This is the day I gave bith toTaylor Jo Holloway.  She weighed in at 6lbs 12 oz.

(On a side note. .. man I was HUGE!)

I love this picture of a special moment between

daddy and his girl!

It's hard work being born. .. I'm exhausted!

6 months old!

FIrst Birthday!

Second Birthday. . balloon theme!

Three year old pics .. .

 . . .and now. . .4 years old!

The latest in what is happening.

Mid October, Taylor's preschool went to the pumpkin patch for a field trip. Here is a picture of Taylor in the "box of corn."


Taylor and Greta riding around behind a tractor.





Over the course of fall beginning I have taken quite a few pictures to document what has happened. This picture is one of the special moments between Taylor and her Daddy. We went to lunch last Sunday at a restaurant called Rockies. Taylor wanted a Strawberry milkshake before her lunch came.. . .. guess who caved in and allowed it.

My first posting

Here is the beginning of the blog for my family. I have often wanted a way to document what is going on in my life . . .this seems like a great way. I will try to keep this updated on a weekly basis. . . although, life happens, as we all know.