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One Month and Counting

2009-07-08T22:06:00.003-04:00

I can hardly believe it. One month ago today Henry was born. Where has the time gone? It just seems like yesterday we were going to the hospital. If the first month has gone by this fast, I can't imagine how fast the rest will go.

Henry is growing fast. We went to the doctor today for his one month checkup. He weighed 8lbs 14oz and was 22 1/4 inches long. So he's gained 1lb 9oz and has grown 2 1/4 inches!

This first month has definitely been a learning experience. Chip and I are learning to take care of this little person who is totally reliant on us for everything. It's been scary, frustrating and exhausting. But at the same time, no matter how tired or frustrated we get, when we look into Henry's eyes we know that it is all worth it. Henry has only been in this world a short time but we cannot imagine life without him.

So here is to a great first month, and to many more.
Happy Birthday Henry!
Love Mommy and Daddy

Welcome to the World Henry!

2009-06-17T17:42:00.010-04:00

This post is written for my handsome Henry.

It's hard to believe that you are already 2 weeks old . It seems like just yesterday your dad and I were wondering if you were ever going to get here. But you are here now and here is the story of how you came to arrive in this big and crazy world.

It all started around 11pm on June 7 (your actual due date). I was awakened by some pains but they were not enough to keep me awake, so I dozed back to sleep. Around 12:00am I woke up again because of pain and I thought to myself, am I in labor? I got out of bed and went into the sunroom. I sat there for a little bit and timed my contracts. They started out being 10 minutes apart but quickly went to 5 minutes apart. I went back to the bedroom to wake up your dad. I told him this was it! You were on your way. We got everything ready to go to the hospital and arrived around 2:00am. Once I was taken upstairs and hooked up to the monitor we found out I was only 2 centimeters dialated. With all that pain I would have thought I'd have been further along. The nurse said she needed to monitor me for a least an hour to see if there was any change. Now, let it be known, mommy does not do pain well at all, so the time seemed to drag by. Even though my contractions were very close together (1-2 minutes apart) and were very painful (by my standards) when the nurse came back an hour later there was still no change. I couldn't believe it! You have got to be kidding me! She said she would continue to monitor me to see what happened. Your dad and I decided to walk the halls to try to speed things along. After making a couple of rounds we went back to the room and when the nurse checked me again there was very little change. Give me a break! I thought for sure I would be up to 10 centimeters and she would be telling me to push! I asked for something for the pain but because I had not officially been admitted to the hospital they could not give me anything. She said she wanted to give me a fair chance, so she said she would monitor me for at least another hour, but if there was no change, she would have to send me home. I could not even fathom being sent home in this much pain.

After what seemed like forever, she came back in and I was almost 4 centimeters. She said she would go ahead and admit me. Thank God! Can I get my drugs now? Once I got in a room they gave me some Stadol and Phenergan and I was out like a light. Sweet relief. I'm sure you were feeling pretty good too little monkey. A little while later the labor nurse came in and asked if I was ready for my epideral. Well, of course I was, you don't have to ask me twice!

After the epideral I couldn't feel a thing and got some much needed sleep. However, things were moving pretty slow. You just seemed content to stay safe and secure inside mommy's belly. The nurse came in to check on me around noon and decided to give me some pitocin to move things along. I went from 4 centimeters to 7 centimeters in about an hour. Around that time the anxious grandparents arrived. I believe they all made the trip in record time. About 20 minutes later, I thought my epideral was starting to wear off. I called the nurse and told her I was starting to feel the contractions. She checked me and I had gone from 7 centimeters to 10 centimeters. Wow, that was quick! Now your dad, bless his heart, had been cool as a cucumber all day, but when he heard that it was time to start pushing he got nervous. In fact we both did. We were anxious for you to get here but also nervous about how you were going to get here!

Now, I'm not going to go into too much detail about this next part. All you need to know is that I wanted to see you as soon as possible, so I got over my pain and pushed with all I had. Your daddy was a trooper. Let me tell you, the man knows how to work a cold compress across mommy's face to keep her cool and he held on to me each time I pushed and gave me words of encouragment. Fifty minutes later you came into the world and our lives have been changed forever.

We are so glad you are here and we look forward to all the great adventures that we are going to have with you. But most of all we look forward to being the best parents that we can be. So be patient with us little one. We will get the hang of it. We promise.

Love you bunches,

Mommy and Daddy

Do you smell that?

2009-04-29T19:04:00.004-04:00

When Chip and I found out that we were expecting we decided we needed to start saving money in order to pay for all the baby stuff we were going to need. We looked at the budget and made some cuts. Did we really need digital cable and the DVR? Nope, everything we watch is on standard basic and we never watched the stuff we recorded. Did we really need to go out to eat as much as we did? Nope, while it's nice, we can cook at home. Did the dogs really need the $40 bag of dog food? Nope, they are too spoilt anyway.

So, we cut back on all these things including the dog food. Instead of the expensive Nutro brand that they have been eating for the past 4 years we went back to Pedigree. We were saving $25 a bag. Woohoo! I was excited. We did the mix the food together thing to make the transition as easy as possible on their little tummys. Then we made the full switch to Pedigree. One night we were lying in bed and it hit me. "Oh my God! What is that smell?" I asked. Chip, ever quick with a response said "One of them let go." I swear it was the worst smell I had ever smelt in my life.

We figured they were still adjusting to the new dog food and that the gas would pass (no pun intended). No such luck. The gas didn't get better, it got worse. Their poor little tummys were all messed up. After two months of thinking the gas would clear up we finally broke down and went back to the Nutro brand dog food. Would you believe their gas problem cleared up within 2 days after switching back to Nutro! We've been smelling nothing but roses ever since! I felt terrible that we had subjected them (not to mention us) so long to the pains and smell of gas. But we felt it was necessary in order to save money. Oh well, we will just have to cut the budget in some other place. Somethings are just worth the money. And looking at the those cute little faces, don't you think they are worth it?

Tick Tock

2009-04-11T16:05:00.003-04:00

So, we are down to eight weeks and counting. It seems like little Henry is never going to get here. While we are so ready for him to make his grand entrance, we still have so much work to do. And in typcial Kim and Chip fashion we have waited until the last minute to try and get everything done.

If we can just get the nursery finished I would feel so much better and we haven't even started yet! We've been waiting on painting the nursery because I wanted to color match the paint to the bedding. Who knew it would take 2 months to get the bedding but it finally arrived yesterday. And after taking a look at it what do we decide? To paint the walls the same creamy beige color that can be currently be found in our living room. It actually goes really well with the colors in the bedding.

Chip has been working hard on the crib. He has made a lot of progress and I have to say when it gets done it will be beautiful! I can't wait to post the final pictures. He also has plans to make a matching dresser, but I'll be happy with the crib for now.

We also need to clean out the closets in the nursery in order to make room for all the baby gear. I'm thinking this won't take long, but you never can tell. I plan to head upstairs after I've posted this blog and get started. Once the closets are cleaned out we can get the shelving system set up to hold clothes, baby supplies, etc.

Whew. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. But I have faith that we will get everything done within the next eight weeks. And who knows, if Henry is anything like his parents, he will take his sweet time and be late buying us a little extra time!

Are We Too Old For This?

2009-03-14T14:52:00.007-04:00

I never thought that I would be a first-time mom at 40. But in 12 short weeks (unless the little fella decides to come early) that is exactly what is going to happen. Not exactly how I thought my life would turn out.

You see, when I was younger I had my whole life planned out, or so I thought. I was going to go to college. While at college I was going to meet my prince charming. We would be married the summer after we graduated. We would have our first child at 25 and our second one at 28. Then we would raise our kids and be "empty nesters" by the time we were 50. Then we would live out our golden years happily ever after.

Since then I have learned that you can't plan life, you just have to let it happen. And what happened was, I met my prince charming at 34. We got married when I was 36 and we started trying to have kids at 38. We had some ups and downs, but now we are expecting our little bundle of love on June 7.

I can't begin to tell you how excited we are to finally be starting our family. Everyday when I feel him moving around, I am amazed that I have this little life inside of me. We feel so much love for him already, that we cannot begin to imagine how we will feel when he arrives. Chip and I talk about what he will look like, if will he be smart, if he will be a good kid. We have so many questions, and only time will answer them all. For now, we are just happy to be planning for his arrival. I think we both have had moments where we have thought "Oh my gosh! Are we too old for this?" But we always come up with the same answer, no. If anything, he will keep us young!

So please stay tuned as Chip and I continue on our adventure to become 1st time parents at 40. It can only get better from here!

Shake Your Booty

2008-07-29T21:45:00.002-04:00

WOW! Has it really been almost 3 months since my last post. Time sure does fly. I found this video and thought I would share. It sure did make me laugh. I hope you all enjoy it!

I'll try not to let another 3 months go by before I post again.

Kim

Throwing Pots

2008-05-07T20:18:00.002-04:00

Chip and I signed up for a six week beginners pottery class. Chip had taken pottery in college. We have one of the pieces that he did and it's pretty good. He thought it would be fun for us to take pottery together. Who knows, it might turn out to be something I'm really good at. Our first class was last Saturday and we had a really good time. The class has a total of six people. We are all very new at the world of pottery. Our instructor took us through the basics of making a simple bowl from centering the clay on the wheel, opening it up, pulling the clay and making a bowl. Sounds easy right? It sure did look easy.

I was off to a good start. I was the first one to get my clay centered on the wheel. I felt pretty good. I even got it opened without a problem. Chip was a little wobblely in the beginning but he finally got his clay centered.

Then came pulling the clay. Pulling is what you do to start making the piece you want. I was going for a simple bowl. I pulled and pulled and pulled. And lets just say, I should stick to centering the clay on the wheel. I don't know what happened but I ended up with a lopsided bowl with very thin sides. The instructor tried to help me out and save the bowl but we ended up scraping it. Chip ended up with a very pretty bowl. I think the boy just has natural talent and does good at anything creative.

Even though mine didn't turn out like I had hoped I felt pretty good about my first try. I threw another ball of clay on the wheel and set to work again. Once again, I centered very quickly, got it open and started pulling. Unfortunately, I didn't do so great with it again. Instead of ruining another pot I waited for the instructor to come by and give me some pointers. Turns out my technique was all wrong. I worked on it some more and ended up with a half way decent bowl. Chip helped me finish it off. Afterwards, we cleaned up our stations and called it a day.

I'm looking forward to this Saturday. Hopefully I haven't forgotten everything that I learned the other day. I did enjoy the class and look forward to getting better. Who knows, I might turn out to be good at this whole pottery thing. I'll never know unless I try.

What Makes You Happy?

2008-04-21T22:15:00.005-04:00

Have you ever noticed that some people just can't be happy. They complain about this or they complain about that. They whine, they complain, they whine, they complain. I've been around those people and to be honest with you it can be quite exhausting. Whiners and complainers can suck the happiness right out of you. And let's face. Life is too short to have that kind of attitude. So I say to all the whiners and complainers of the world "What makes you happy? Anything? Anything at all?" I think if we all looked deep down inside of ourselves we would find something that makes us happy. It could be anything. A favorite song, movie, book. A memory from childhood. It could be raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Yeah, Yeah I know those are "favorite things", but isn't it our favorite things that make us smile, that make us happy?

What makes me happy? Honestly, just pulling into my driveway makes me happy. I look forward to coming home and getting greeted at the door by two fuzzy little creatures dying to give me sloppy wet doggie kisses. My husband makes me happybecause he can make me laugh no matter what. My family makes me happy because no matter what I do, they will be there for me. And my friends make me happy because they put up with all my crap and still like me for who I am.

So this week I want you all to ask yourselves, "What makes me happy?" Enjoy finding your happiness!

Doing What He Loves

2008-03-31T21:22:00.011-04:00

Chip loves to work with wood. He loves to make things out of wood especially furniture. And he is really good at it. He made our bedroom furniture. He has made a coffee table and end tables for his folks. My mom has the first piece of furniture he ever made.

So when the oportunity came up for him to build a table he couldn't turn it down. It all started with this couple and a pecan tree in their yard. They had to cut the tree down and decided to put the wood to good use and have a table made. They heard about Chip and asked him to build it. The showed him pictures and told him what they wanted. After working on it for about two weeks (with a some help from his little helper, me!) the final result was a beautiful table. We delivered it this past Saturday and the couple absolutely loved it!

Having watched Chip as he made this table I am truly amazed by his talent. I have a new found respect for anyone who can create things with their hands. Not only furniture, but any works of art like paintings, pottery, quilts, music, etc. The time, talent and effort put into making something beautiful is more than people realize. So to all of you talented people out there who make beautiful things, KEEP IT UP! The world needs all the beautiful things it can get.

Cousin Willy

2008-03-25T17:49:00.008-04:00

After spending two days of last week home sick with the flu I was looking forward to a visit from the in-laws. Strange I know but I actually get along with my in-laws. They can be quite entertaining. Hence the inspiration for my first book. I was especially looking forward to this visit because they were bringing their dog Willy, whom I affectionately call Cousin Willy, to our house for the first time. Willy is an adorable, furry, little creature. He came to live with Nancy and Charlie purely by chance. You see, he once belonged to Nancy's sister Mary Ann. She and her husband had Willy for eight years. One day it was discovered that their grandson was allergic to Willy. Now they couldn't get rid of the grandson so the only alternative was to find Willy a good home. After several weeks of interviews and discussions, Nancy and Charlie were finally awarded custody of and they couldn't have been happier.

When Nancy and Charlie go out of town Chip and I will be dog-sitting Cousin Willy so it is very important that he gets along with Caesar and Cleo. They all met back at Christmas and seemed to get along good but this time Willy was coming to their turf so we were a little nervous. Well, we shouldn't have been because after the intial butt sniffing greeting, everything was just fine. We even left them alone for a couple of hours while we went to dinner. However, the big test of their ability to get along was Saturday. We were attending Chip's cousin's wedding in Hertford which is a little over 2 hours from us. We would be leaving the dogs alone for over 8 hours! We went to the wedding and it was beautiful. Everyone had a great time and we (or I can at least say I) forgot about the dogs. When we were almost home, I finally thought of the dogs and said "Don't worry Willy. We are almost home." Not that I had anything to worry about. Everyone was still alive. After three harmonious days together Cousin Willy went home. I'm sure he has been sad this week because he misses his buddiesv. Caesar and Cleo seem a little sad as well. And honestly, I miss the little fella too. I can't wait for him to come visit again.

I love this girl!

2008-03-19T17:18:00.002-04:00

It's not often that I come across an artist that just completely blows me away. But today I came across one that did just that and I wanted to share her with everyone I know. Here name is Leona Lewis and you are listening to her now. She is a 22 year British artist. Back in 2006 she won the British version of American Idol. Her single "Bleeding Love" was the best-selling single in England last year. She has an amazing voice and is absolutely gorgeous! Her album Spirit is scheduled to be released April 8th in the US and I can not wait. My favorite song is "Angel". I hope you all enjoy listening to her as much as I do.

Training for Parenthood

2008-03-17T21:02:00.016-04:00

While nothing can really prepare you for being a parent, I do believe that having pets can give you a basic understanding of caring for something that relies solely on you for their livelihood. However, if the way we have raised are dogs is any indication as to how we will raise our children, Social Services will be up in our business all day long. Ok, ok, so perhaps I exaggerate just a bit. But bless their puppy dog hearts they have had a rough life. From being struck by lightening, to eating rat poison, to getting locked in the bathroom for hours, to wondering off and getting lost, these dogs have been through it all.

We do everything we can to keep our dogs safe. They go to the vet on a regular basis, we give them heart worm pills, we have a fenced-in back yard so they can't get out. We don't let them out in the front yard unless we are with them (ok, so maybe we have left the front door open a couple of times hence the wondering off and getting lost part above - but they have digital ID chips in them for just that reason). Bottom line, we do what we can to make sure they are safe and happy. Just like any parent of a child would do.

Now I know that as children get older, they tend to get into more trouble. And that leads to the ever popular parental "talks". Parents have talks with their kids about everything from the birds and the bees to school grades to drugs. But who would have thought that one day, we would be having one of these "talks" with Caesar and Cleo.

You see, the other day we had to have the "Smoking is bad for you" talk with the dogs. I know, I know. You probably think we've lost our minds. Why would we need to have a talk about smoking with a couple of dogs? It's not like a dog can light one up any time they please. But on Monday, when I got home from work, I walked into the bedroom and saw this. A pack of cigarettes lying on the doggie bed just as pretty as you please.

Imagine my surprise when I saw the pack of cigarettes lying there. Neither one of us smokes so where did the cigarettes come from? Did they run down the street to the store and purchase a pack?

Then, I remembered, the box! The box is a decorative cigar box that Chip picked up at a cigar shop. It contains old RJR memorabilia, including, you guessed it, cigarettes! Chip and I believe that Caesar and Cleo scope out the house for things they can get in to when we leave the house. They act all sad when we leave but as soon as that door shuts and the car backs out of the drive way they are into what ever they can find. This time, it happened to be the cigarette box.

So, after I made this little discovery, I did what every other mother would do in this situation. I looked into those brown puppy dog eyes and said "Wait until your father gets home!"

Chip gets home and I show him the cigarettes. He thinks it's quite funny. But we form a united front, look both of them in the eye, hold the pack of cigarettes up to their faces and say "Bad doggies!" "No, no!" That was the extent of our talk. I mean seriously, they are dogs. Do you think they understood and learned their lesson? I would like to think so. But just in case they didn't the box is now on the top shelf of the bookcase, out of reach of curious doggie paws.

Never Again! And I mean it this time.

2008-03-03T19:15:00.003-05:00

I hate a certain super center that is in every city across the country. I won't use it's real name but those of you who know me know which store I am referring to. There really is no nice why to say it. Simply put, I hate that store. Every time I go there I always say it will be my last. Well, this time I really mean it. I don't know what it is about the place. As soon as I pull into the parking lot I start to tense up. I can feel my mood shift to from "happy, happy" to "pissy, pissy". I have to psych myself up to even get through the door. I tell myself that I will have a great shopping experience but then I walk in. I feel I have to prepare myself for battle. The place is always a mad house, people are everywhere. You have to be on the defensive because you never know when you might get plowed down by crazed shopper who thinks they own the store. If you manage to find everything you need and make it to the check out line you have to wait forever. What is the point of having 30 cash registers if only 5 are open at any given time?! So any way, Saturday night Chip says he wants to go to this store. I look at him like he's lost his ever-loving mind. Surely he did not say what I thought he said. He's not a big fan of the super store either. "You want to go where?" I ask. "I heard they have $30 remote control helicopters." Now, I know he's nuts. "We can go to the book store." he says. It's was a classic bribe I know, but I readily accepted because who can say no to the book store.

We go to the book store first. There is nothing like a tasty cafe latte and book browsing to put me in a good mood. We finish and get back in the car. Secretly I am hoping Chip is so excited about his book and magazine purchases that he has forgotten about the helicopter. No such luck. We pull up to the store and shocker! It doesn't look that crowded. We even get a second row parking spot near the front door. I even said to Chip, "Maybe this won't be so bad." We decided since we were there we would pick up a few other things. So off we go. We managed to find everything we need without too much of a problem (except for the main thing we went there for, the helicopter). Feeling good about this visit we make our way to the check out. And here is when it started to go down hill. As always the lines were long. We only had about 5 items so we go to the self-check out lane. I think self-check outs are a wonderful thing. I use them all time. They are quite the time saver, if they are working. We wait our turn and get up to the monitor. We start to scan our items and all is working well. Then, I moved the bag! What happens when you move the bag you might ask? It screws up the system! It thinks you are trying to take your items without paying. We had to wait for assistance. And how many sales assistants do you think were working, monitoring about 6 self check out lanes. 1!!!! We waited so long for assistance that the machine eventually cleared itself. We began scanning again. Then we tried to scan the bottled water. It would not recognize the item. By this time I am in my classic huff-n-puff stage and Chip is getting frustrated not only with the machine but with me. Once again we had to wait for the one sales assistant to come over. The whole time I am muttering to myself "I hate this store". The sales assistant finally comes over and has to manually key in the item. It still wouldn't take. She had to do it several times and finally it went through. We, or should I say Chip, finally manages to get everything scanned in and payed for. I swear the whole process took over 15 minutes. We make it back to the car. Once inside we both take a deep breath. I look at him and I say, "I am never coming to this store again." Reflecting back, I have to ask myself if it was really that bad. We did manage to find everything we needed without too much trouble, and some of the issues with the self checkout were operator error. After all, I did move the bag before we were done. However, I have to also ask myself, is it worth the irritation and frustration I always seem to endure to go back to this store? After much thought I can honestly say the answer is no. I would rather drive down the street to a similar store and pay a little bit more. I will gladly leave this store to those who have a little more patience.

Disappointed But Not Defeated

2008-02-12T20:45:00.000-05:00

So as I mentioned in my last blog I have a dream. A dream of becoming a published writer. I started down the path of that dream by enrolling in a novel writing class. Well, unfortunately there was not enough interest in the class so it was cancelled. Am I disappointed? Of course I am. Will I let this stop me from pursuing my dream. No! I plan to continue on. I'm a smart person. I can learn the techniques for writing a novel on my own. I learned all the basics in high school. Coming up with a story idea, creating an outline, writing the story. Granted those were short stories and not a full blown novel but the same techniques apply. I can do this. I will not be defeated! I know it's going to be hard, but most things worth trying for are. And once you succeed, it just makes that success much sweeter.

Until next time,
Kim

Dream it, Believe it, Do it

2008-01-27T19:59:00.000-05:00

"Dream it, Believe it, Do it". Those words struck home for me back in the summer of 2007. Chip and I had gone to Edenton for his cousin's high school graduation. I saw those words on a sign in front of an elementary school and thought they were very inspiring. "Dream it, Believe it, Do it". It made me think, I have dreams, dreams that I believe in, so why not do it! Do what it takes to make those dreams come true. Those words meant so much to me I decided to adopt them as my mantra.

Well, it's been almost a year since that all-inspiring, mantra adopting day. And even though I still have dreams, and believe in them, I have yet to do anything about making them come true. I have not lived by those words. Until now.

First, Dream it. I have always loved to read. Judy Blume was one of my favorite authors when I was younger. Are You There God? It's Me Margaret was a classic in preteen angst. And what junior high school sleep over was complete without passing around a copy of Forever with all the dirty parts marked. Of course, I've outgrown Judy Blume (although she has written several adult books that were really good). I'm currently in a book club and we have read a variety of authors. I've been introduced to authors that I probably would never have read if I had not been in the book club. It's been great. But while it's great to read these books, my dream, the dream I've had for years, is to write books.

Second, Believe it. Those two words are really hard for me. It's easy to have dreams. It's easy to believe in those dreams. The hard part, for me anyway, is to believe in myself. I have not had the courage to believe that I can actually succeed at making my dream of being an author come true. I'm a scaredy cat. I have a fear of failure. I have a lack of self-confidence. And I have let my fears and lack of confidence hold me back from pursuing my dream. Well, I'm over it. I now believe I can do this. I believe that one day I will be an author. Will I be a best-selling author? Who knows? Will I even get published? Only time will tell. But just the fact that I have come to believe in myself means I have succeeded.

Finally, Do it. Now that I've said I believe I can write a book, I guess it's time to put my pen where my mouth is. It's time to start writing that book. I have several ideas, I just need to figure out how to get all my thoughts organized and on paper. To help with that, I've decided to take a novel writing course offered at the local community college. I'm very excited about the class and can't wait for it to start. Hopefully this course along with believing in myself, will put me on the right path to becoming an author.

Until next time,
Kim

New Job for 2008

2008-01-13T14:57:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year everyone!!

A wise friend of mine said "2008 is going to be great!" and I believe her. It's already off to a great start. I have a new job! For a little over a year I have been working in Greenville. It was roughly an hour and 15 minute commute one way. While I liked my job and the people I worked with, the commute just got to be too much. I felt like I never had enough time to do everything. So I interviewed for the job of Administrative Assistant at a local law firm and right before Christmas I found out that I got it! I start tomorrow (January 14th) I am very excited. The commute is only 15 minutes! Woohoo!

Will the rest of 2008 will be as good as the first couple of weeks? I hope so!

Christmas Fun

2007-12-18T22:16:00.000-05:00

Hello everyone. It's been a while. When I first started this blog I said I would up date it every week. Well, I had good intentions. I really did. But time always manages to slip away before I know it. I promise I will try to do better in the new year.

To make it up to all of you, I decided to tell you what's been going on in the Banks household by writing a little song. Not just any song, but keeping with the spirit of the season, I wrote a little diddy to the tune of the popular song Jingle Bells (I hope this isn't copyright infringement). Sing your hearts out and enjoy! See you in 2008!

Banks Bells
It's been a long while
Since last time that I wrote
So sit right back and relax
Because here we go

My mom came down to see us
We really had a blast
She introduced us to a new game
We played until we passed (out)

(Chorus)
Oh, Rummicub, Rummicub
It's a really fun game
It's like the cards but with tiles
And it can drive you insane

Rummicub, Rummicub
It's a really fun game
It's like the cards but with tiles
And it can drive you insane

We all went to the beach
Chip's parents had rented a place
We went for a relaxing weekend
To rest and slow the pace

I learned how to surf fish
I caught three of them
It was pretty fun
As long as they were bitin'

(Chorus)
Oh, baiting hooks, baiting hooks
Chip did that for me
He also cast out my line
But I caught the fishes

Baiting hooks, baiting hooks
Chip did that for me
He also cast out my line
But I caught the fishes

The next week was Thanksgiving
Melissa came down to stay
We all went over to eat with friends
We ate until we swayed

We had a fried turkey
It was my very first
mashed potatoes, deviled eggs
And really good deserts

(Chorus)
Oh, Pigging out, pigging out
It was all so great
Thanksgiving was really fun
Please don't ask me about my weight

Pigging out, pigging out
It was all so great
Thanksgiving was really fun
Please don't ask me about my weight

Now it's Christmas time
There is so much to do
I'll don't know how I'll get it done
But I'm sure that I'll pull through

That's all I have for now
The end is drawing near
So I wish you all a Merry Christmas
And a very Happy New Year!

Run Free Little Doggies, Run Free

2007-10-22T21:08:00.000-04:00

We love our dogs Ceasar and Cleo. You could say that they pretty much run the whole house. We even cut a hole in the side of our house for a doggie door so they could have free reign to come and go as they pleased. However, for the past several months we have been closing the doggie door and leaving them cooped up inside whenever we left the house. Why would we leave these precious creatures in the house all day, unable to roam free and enjoy the great outdoors? Simple. Cleo is Houdini dog. Somehow she was getting out of the fenced yard and we could not figure out how. And why would she want to leave to confines of her spoiled, cushy existence? One word. Thunderstorms.

You see, it all stems back to when Ceasar had the unfortunate luck of being struck by lightening. Bless his heart it was scary, but the big bucket of love pulled through. It is a true miracle he is still with us and we don't think he remembers a thing. Cleo on the other hand, was out in the backyard with him, witnessed everything and remembers it well. I think it is safe to say she was tramatized by the whole thing. Her fear of thunderstorms has gotten worse over the years. When we have a thunderstorm she starts to pant heavily and tries her best to get as close to you as she possibly can. And this summer, whenever a thunderstorm would pop up and we were not home, Cleo managed to escape out of the yard. Luckily we always found her safe and sound. We figured she was trying to find us so she would feel safe. Sweet huh?

After trying to figure out how she managed to climb the fence and get out, the little Houdini dog shared her secret with us. We were outside one day and we kept hearing a rattling sound. We walked around the side of the garage and there was Cleo, wiggling her way between the two gate doors. We watched her as she managed to free herself. She ran towards us, happily wagging her tail and jumping with excitement over her acomplishment. From that day forward, the doggie door was closed until we could do something about that gate. We had been wanting to get a new fence for awhile, so we took on the task of fixing the fence ourselves. And finally, after several months of confinement and only one accident (brought on by leaving the pantry door open one day and the youngins consuming a loaf of whole wheat bread and two bags of doggie treats), the fence is complete. Yea! So once again, all is right in the world of Ceaser and Cleo. They are able to run free, to bask in the sunshine and to breathe the fresh air whenever they want. Yes, life is good.

Meet the Banks Family

2007-10-18T19:37:00.000-04:00

Hi. I've been hearing about this thing called "blogging" for quite sometime but like everything else computer related I am far behind the times. I know a lot of people who are blogging and have read several posts. The way I see it, blogging is a great way to keep family and friends up to date on what's happening in my world. So I'm finally jumping on the blogging bandwagon. I hope everyone that reads these posts finds them informative and entertaining. I will do my best to keep them from being a complete snooze fest. :-)

I figured the best way to start off my blogging adventure is to create a post introducing the Banks clan. Of course, most of you who are reading this already know all about us. But you never know who might stumble upon your post. And as a former girl scout, I find it necessary to be prepared for the stray guest who may happen across my blog and says "who are these people and have they seeked professional help yet?"

My name is Kim Banks. I'm 38 and I'm am happily married to my husband Chip. I've known Chip for 4 1/2 years and we've been married for a little over 2 years. I like to refer to him as Triple-H. What does Triple-H stand for you might ask? Why "Handsome Hunk of Happiness" of course. I love him with all my heart and feel very lucky to have him in my life. I have other affectionate nick names for him but I'll stop here. If he knew I was writing this right now he would be mortified. But he is currently munching on some pumpernickel sticks, watching tv and oblivious to the the peck, peck, pecking sound on the laptop as I spill our family secrets to the world.

We live in a quaint little town called New Bern, NC. New Bern is about 2 hours east of Raleigh and 45 minutes from the beach. Living close to the beach has been great! We love going to the beach or taking the boat out to Cape Lookout National Seashore. New Bern is also an interesting town to live in. It's full of history. For example, New Bern was the first capital of North Carolina and it's the birthplace of Pepsi. Pretty cool huh?

Chip and I have two adorable dogs. Ceasar is a full blooded yellow lab. He is my big bucket of love. Cleo is a lab mix. She is my precious little girl. Ceasar and Cleo have full reign of the house and they allow Chip and I to live here. Nice of them isn't it? Honestly, they are wonderful dogs and right now they are our babies. We are currently working on a human version of a baby. Working on it is half the fun! We are both very excited about the idea of becoming parents and are anxiously looking forward to the day it finally happens.

And that is about it as far as introductions. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Check back often to see what crazy things are going on in the Banks Household. Take care!