October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness

This is my post from 2010 and thought I would re-post it as a reminder to keep those that have lost little ones in your prayers..... as I look at this past post so thankful for the blessings God had and continues to have for me and my family after such loss. I am thankful that the experience opened my eyes and my heart.

Praise GOD!!

October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day...so I thought I would share my story with you....

I was rolled into the OR for my D&C on Dec 9th 2008 at about 10 am. I had been in a complete state of shock and living in a fog for about 5 days since the day they found no heart beat. This is how it went....
Mr. Masters and I had been very excited to be expecting our third child even though I had been terribly sick the entire pregnancy. I was 16 weeks along going for a routine checkup so Mr. M stayed home with the girls while I went to the doctor visit. It was an early appointment and had the nurse put that little machine to my belly to hear the heart beat. My first two pregnancies were perfect and "normal", so after she tried for 20 minutes to find a sound, I started to get that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. They decided to do an ultrasound to see what was going on. As it goes the ultrasound tech was not in yet and I had to sit in this little room for 45 minutes. This was an extremely difficult waiting period and I kept thinking, praying, and crying. A part of me kept saying that this is not really happening....the other part of me knew that my little one was gone. As I sat in that room, going through every box of tissue, I knew that God was right there with me and I had peace in knowing that no matter what He had me and would take care of me, but the sadness was still there of course. Finally the tech arrived and so as I am up on the table then something told me to look out the window and not at the screen. I am thankful that I did because they were unable to find a heart beat. It was strange to hear total silence and the ultrasound tech did not know what to do but there is nothing she really could do. I keep staring out the window because I just keep telling myself that God has a plan for me.

I was told to meet the nurse in her office for a 15 minute session of "grief counseling". The entire time I was in her office I did not hear one word that came out of her mouth. I kept staring at a pregnant barbie on the shelf in her office. She asked if she should call someone to drive me and I told her that was not necessary and I left.

I was still processing and Mr. M kept calling me because I had been gone too long but I could not bring myself to answer the phone. I sat in the car in the parking lot for a long time thinking how I would not get to hold my little one. The sadness was overwhelming so I just sat there thinking about how in the world I was going to tell Mr. Masters....

I found my way home through tears and seeing Mr. M for the first time I just collapsed in his arms. I was so upset I do not think I could get the words out of my mouth but finally managed to say we lost the baby. He just held me and Lula kept asking why is mommy crying? How do you explain that one to your pre-schooler?

After a little while I had started on the process of how do we tell everyone what has happened?!? I finally decided that I did not want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I needed time and so I sent a mass email explaining what we were facing.

My body was not even aware anything was wrong and continued to be pregnant. Since I was 16 weeks along my belly was already showing and they could not schedule a D&C for 5 whole days. I think that was the worst part of the entire situation was having to wait it out so that they could take this lifeless body out of me. I stayed in my room a lot during those days and Mr. Masters was sweet enough to cover the mirrors so I did not have to look at my little pregnant belly.

I am so proud of Mr. Masters because he took care of me, the girls, the house, and even brought me food in bed so I did not have to leave my room. He also was gracious enough to take care of all the food, visitors, and everyone that reached out to us. He also got stuck taking the kids to every b-day party, I think we had 4 planned for those couple of weeks. So he definitely became Mr. Mom and rocked it. I thank God for that man everyday!!!

So as the days slowly rolled by I spent a lot of time by myself and with God. It was easy to talk to God and be with Him. I did not have to see any one's sad eyes when they looked at me or feel that awkwardness. I was not sure if I could ever face anyone again at that point but slowly I started to come around but had that dreaded procedure ahead of me.

The doctor that was available for the procedure was new to the practice and I had never meet him. He was very nice and sweet. He made me feel comfortable and told me everything that he was he going to do. So I left Mr. M in the waiting room and walked back through this huge double doors.

I remember right before they put me to sleep that I started to cry and could feel the tears running down the sides of my face. I kept thinking that I wish they would check for a heart beat one last time because maybe they missed something and that the baby was fine. There were complications with the procedure and I hemorrhaged. It took the doc a long time to get the bleeding under control. Thankfully no transfusion required and they finally rolled me into recovery. The doctor went to tell Mr. M about the complications but that I was fine and he almost passed out. He does not handle it well when something happens to me. He was a nervous wreck and wanted to see me but couldn't until I was out of recovery. This is the email he sent, which I kept because it was so very sweet...

This in Anthony.

I am sending this from Northside Hospital (they have free wi-fi) to let everyone know Tessa is stable after her surgery and is a recovery room. It will still be a couple of hours in the recovery room before I can see her. However, the surgeon told me that she is stable, but had some abnormal complications with hemmorhaging (blood loss for us non-medical types). So, they have gotten that stabilized and they are watching her extra close. He said he will let me know more in a couple more hours to see if he feels comfortable releasing her or wants to admit her overnight for close observations tonight.

So, I am praising God for taking care of my sweetheart, and I am still praying for quick and complete recovery - both physically and emotionally. And I am praying that I get to see her soon and give her a kiss and hug.

I am also praising God for blessing us with such wonderful, caring, and compassionate friends and family, to pray for us and do many many thoughtful things for us both over the past few days as we are dealing with this news. Thank you Lord and thank you to all of you!!!! As of this morning, Tessa is still very sad and griefing and that is okay. So, we also thank you all for allowing her some time as she still does not feel like talking to anyone.

As I sit here in the hospital, I am reflecting on God's great power and mercy. I had been praying for the several weeks of this pregnancy for a healthy baby, and honestly not a boy (to many's surprise), and for what ever reason (I can ask Him one day - and trust me I will be on the look out for a tiny tiny baby that looks like me or Tessa too), He may have been answering a prayer as from all the literature I have read (and they have a lot on-line and a phamplet they gave us this morning in the hospital) it seems like this is (as doctors refer to it) "nature's" way of not having an unhealthy baby and for some reason (most likely chromosonal or some genetic issue) some problems arose during the development stages in the womb that just caused the development and heart to stop. Simply - God is in control, not us.

I have also been told of many stories of this happening to many different people and been told statistics of about 25% to 33% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage, sometimes before the mother even knows she is pregnant. We are thankful to all the friends and family for sharing their stories with us over the past few days as it reminds us that we are not alone. But it does still hurt and it will still take time to come to grips with this on our own terms and in our own ways. Thank you for your patience and kindness through this difficult time. We will endear and have faith and have grown closer together through this. I am a believer that God still heals and take comfort in that.

My apologies for sending this mass e-mail rather than personally contacting each of you. But if you know me - I am not a phone person (actually can be socially awkward sometimes in person too.. LOL), I am too cheap to use my cell phone minutes to call this many people, and I am actually not in a good condition to talk to anyone too much right anyway as I am still very concerned for Tessa in this condition and want to see her very badly.

With Love,

Anthony Masters

I woke up shaking uncontrollably and strapped down to the bed because they were afraid I would fall out of the bed. I felt so terrible, weak, and sick. After a couple of hours they rolled me into my room. They finally let Mr. M in and I remember vividly that he sat right by my bed and would not let go of my hand. The doctor came in to explain what happened and that he recommend that I stay over night. All I wanted to do was be home so that I did not have to see or interact with anyone. So we decided to leave.
We got home late that night but glad to go home and hold our girls. I am thankful for God working on me and through me during this time in my life. I was brought to my knees but I knew that God was there for me every step of the way. I am thankful for the love of our family, friends, and community. We felt overwhelmed with how everyone prayed, helped, and loved on us. We are truly blessed and I know that I am one step closer to who God wants me to be because of this experience and God is the only reason I got through it. Things could have always been worse and I am truly thankful.
One bible verse that I clung too during this time was Philippans 4:4 REJOICE IN THE LORD ALWAYS, I WILL SAY IT AGAIN REJOICE.
Another is Hebrews 11:6
But without Faith it is impossible to please Him; for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.

It always gives me comfort to seek Him...I am a tremendously blessed women who is so undeserving of His love. I am also blessed to say that we were able to go on and have a beautiful healthy baby boy that is definitely keeping us on our toes, he just turned 9 months. I am also thankful that I am now comfortable to talk to others about my experience and hopefully help others. I always hear of people going through things but never really felt there pain until going through pain myself. This enables me to be more aware of other peoples pain and that just because I have not gone through some ones particular situation to have that compassion for those that are hurting in many many different ways and circumstances. Don't you love how God molds us and shapes us.

Gods way is not always our way but He is all knowing and that gives me comfort. It also comforts me that with the right motives and heart God wants to bless us and answer our prayers. God is patient and just waiting for me to catch up. =)

Sorry for the long post just felt compelled to share. Please pray for those who have lost a pregnancy or infant/child. There are many that suffer in silence and others that do not know Him, which is sad and a burden on my heart because God is the only way I get through this life.

Gone Fishin'

Mr. Masters took the girls fishing....

I have such fond memories of fishing with my daddy when I was a little girl and hope that girls enjoy it as much as I did.

My best friend from high school was in town and came for a visit. It was so much fun to spend the day and catch up on life.

Longest Yard Sale!!

My sweet sister, Michelle, and I hit the road and stayed the night with Aunt Louis up near the KY line and spent the whole next day driving the yard sale. We had a blast even though it rain for like 4 hours and we hit a truck with our trailer but all was well. We plan to do it every year but spend the whole weekend. Our truck bed and trailer was completely full!!

March Post

This is not in any particular order but it happened in the month of March....

The Family came to cheer me on as I ran a half-marathon. I loved that the girls made signs for me. Later the girls were drawing me crossing the finish line with Medals and balloons. I love it since they usually draw the daddy or stuff about their daddy.

Here is a picture of Mr. Masters winning at tennis with his doubles partner Meridith. They are on a winning streak and we are so very proud of Daddy! He won his division in singles too.

We bought the kids a bouncy house, we figured it was safer than a trampoline, and they love it.

Here is a picture of G-man before going to get his picture taken professionally. He is talking, running, hitting, screaming, climbing.....you know the typical boy stuff.

The girls ran a St. Patrick's Day Race and did great! Ice Cream and Shamrock medals were given out as rewards. Phoebe was barly beat by a little boy in her heat; she is fast! Recently we discovered she can walk on her toes, you know like the professionals....so you better believe we will have her in ballet soon.

I painted my front door and love the color...I love house projects. I am driving Mr. Masters crazy with all my "house projects". Next I plan to do the girls rooms and bathroom. Pictures to follow.

This house project was Mr. Masters, who used pulleys to secure the bikes to the ceiling of the garage. It frees up space for all the kids junk to fit on one side of the garage and leaves only one parking space still.

We are outside all the time and Gray loves to ride in the girls cars. They drive him all around the cul-de-sac.

This is a video of Lula riding her bike without training wheels. She is also reading really well and tieing her own shoes. She is growing up fast and can not believe Kindergarten is coming to a close. Where does the time go....

The kids love to dance and here is a video of all three cutting a rug. I just love them!

We recently celebrated a fantastic women's birthday. Happy Birthday to my mother-n-law who turned 60! We enjoyed celebrating with her and look forward to helping her update her kitchen for her birthday present. Heres to a wonderful godly women that I/we are so THANKFULL to have in our lives!!!!

God is good and that is all the time(even in the bad too)....but thankfully we are all healthy, happy, and together at this moment in time and we Praise GOD for all the undeserving blessingssssss we have!!

Awarness...

October 15th  is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day...so I thought I would share my story with you....

I was rolled into the OR for my D&C on Dec 9th 2008 at about 10 am. I had been in a complete state of shock and living in a fog for about 5 days since the day they found no heart beat. This is how it went....
Mr. Masters and I had been very excited to be expecting our third child even though I had been terribly sick the entire pregnancy. I was 16 weeks along going for a routine checkup so Mr. M stayed home with the girls while I went to the doctor visit. It was an early appointment and had the nurse put that little machine to my belly to hear the heart beat. My first two pregnancies were perfect and "normal", so after she tried for 20 minutes to find a sound, I started to get that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. They decided to do an ultrasound to see what was going on. As it goes the ultrasound tech was not in yet and I had to sit in this little room for 45 minutes. This was an extremely difficult waiting period and I kept thinking, praying, and crying. A part of me kept saying that this is not really happening....the other part of me knew that my little one was gone. As I sat in that room, going through every box of tissue, I knew that God was right there with me and I had peace in knowing that no matter what He had me and would take care of me, but the sadness was still there of course. Finally the tech arrived and so as I am up on the table then something told me to look out the window and not at the screen. I am thankful that I did because they were unable to find a heart beat. It was strange to hear total silence and the ultrasound tech did not know what to do but there is nothing she really could do. I keep staring out the window because I just keep telling myself that God has a plan for me.

I was told to meet the nurse in her office for a 15 minute session of "grief counseling". The entire time I was in her office I did not hear one word that came out of her mouth. I kept staring at a pregnant barbie on the shelf in her office. She asked if she should call someone to drive me and I told her that was not necessary and I left.

I was still processing and Mr. M kept calling me because I had been gone too long but I could not bring myself to answer the phone. I sat in the car in the parking lot for a long time thinking how I would not get to hold my little one. The sadness was overwhelming so I just sat there thinking about how in the world I was going to tell Mr. Masters....

I found my way home through tears and seeing Mr. M for the first time I just collapsed in his arms. I was so upset I do not think I could get the words out of my mouth but finally managed to say we lost the baby. He just held me and Lula kept asking why is mommy crying? How do you explain that one to your pre-schooler?

After a little while I had started on the process of how do we tell everyone what has happened?!? I finally decided that I did not want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I needed time and so I sent a mass email explaining what we were facing.

My body was not even aware anything was wrong and continued to be pregnant. Since I was 16 weeks along my belly was already showing and they could not schedule a D&C for 5 whole days. I think that was the worst part of the entire situation was having to wait it out so that they could take this lifeless body out of me. I stayed in my room a lot during those days and Mr. Masters was sweet enough to cover the mirrors so I did not have to look at my little pregnant belly.

I am so proud of Mr. Masters because he took care of me, the girls, the house, and even brought me food in bed so I did not have to leave my room. He also was gracious enough to take care of all the food, visitors, and everyone that reached out to us. He also got stuck taking the kids to every b-day party, I think we had 4 planned for those couple of weeks. So he definitely became Mr. Mom and rocked it. I thank God for that man everyday!!!

So as the days slowly rolled by I spent a lot of time by myself and with God. It was easy to talk to God and be with Him. I did not have to see any one's sad eyes when they looked at me or feel that awkwardness. I was not sure if I could ever face anyone again at that point but slowly I started to come around but had that dreaded procedure ahead of me.

The doctor that was available for the procedure was new to the practice and I had never meet him. He was very nice and sweet. He made me feel comfortable and told me everything that he was he going to do. So I left Mr. M in the waiting room and walked back through this huge double doors.

I remember right before they put me to sleep that I started to cry and could feel the tears running down the sides of my face. I kept thinking that I wish they would check for a heart beat one last time because maybe they missed something and that the baby was fine. There were complications with the procedure and I hemorrhaged. It took the doc a long time to get the bleeding under control. Thankfully no transfusion required and they finally rolled me into recovery. The doctor went to tell Mr. M about the complications but that I was fine and he almost passed out. He does not handle it well when something happens to me. He was a nervous wreck and wanted to see me but couldn't until I was out of recovery. This is the email he sent, which I kept because it was so very sweet...

This in Anthony.

I am sending this from Northside Hospital (they have free wi-fi) to let everyone know Tessa is stable after her surgery and is a recovery room. It will still be a couple of hours in the recovery room before I can see her. However, the surgeon told me that she is stable, but had some abnormal complications with hemmorhaging (blood loss for us non-medical types). So, they have gotten that stabilized and they are watching her extra close. He said he will let me know more in a couple more hours to see if he feels comfortable releasing her or wants to admit her overnight for close observations tonight.

So, I am praising God for taking care of my sweetheart, and I am still praying for quick and complete recovery - both physically and emotionally. And I am praying that I get to see her soon and give her a kiss and hug.

I am also praising God for blessing us with such wonderful, caring, and compassionate friends and family, to pray for us and do many many thoughtful things for us both over the past few days as we are dealing with this news. Thank you Lord and thank you to all of you!!!! As of this morning, Tessa is still very sad and griefing and that is okay. So, we also thank you all for allowing her some time as she still does not feel like talking to anyone.

As I sit here in the hospital, I am reflecting on God's great power and mercy. I had been praying for the several weeks of this pregnancy for a healthy baby, and honestly not a boy (to many's surprise), and for what ever reason (I can ask Him one day - and trust me I will be on the look out for a tiny tiny baby that looks like me or Tessa too), He may have been answering a prayer as from all the literature I have read (and they have a lot on-line and a phamplet they gave us this morning in the hospital) it seems like this is (as doctors refer to it) "nature's" way of not having an unhealthy baby and for some reason (most likely chromosonal or some genetic issue) some problems arose during the development stages in the womb that just caused the development and heart to stop. Simply - God is in control, not us.

I have also been told of many stories of this happening to many different people and been told statistics of about 25% to 33% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage, sometimes before the mother even knows she is pregnant. We are thankful to all the friends and family for sharing their stories with us over the past few days as it reminds us that we are not alone. But it does still hurt and it will still take time to come to grips with this on our own terms and in our own ways. Thank you for your patience and kindness through this difficult time. We will endear and have faith and have grown closer together through this. I am a believer that God still heals and take comfort in that.

My apologies for sending this mass e-mail rather than personally contacting each of you. But if you know me - I am not a phone person (actually can be socially awkward sometimes in person too.. LOL), I am too cheap to use my cell phone minutes to call this many people, and I am actually not in a good condition to talk to anyone too much right anyway as I am still very concerned for Tessa in this condition and want to see her very badly.

With Love,

Anthony Masters

I woke up shaking uncontrollably and strapped down to the bed because they were afraid I would fall out of the bed. I felt so terrible, weak, and sick. After a couple of hours they rolled me into my room. They finally let Mr. M in and I remember vividly that he sat right by my bed and would not let go of my hand. The doctor came in to explain what happened and that he recommend that I stay over night. All I wanted to do was be home so that I did not have to see or interact with anyone. So we decided to leave.
We got home late that night but glad to go home and hold our girls. I am thankful for God working on me and through me during this time in my life. I was brought to my knees but I knew that God was there for me every step of the way. I am thankful for the love of our family, friends, and community. We felt overwhelmed with how everyone prayed, helped, and loved on us. We are truly blessed and I know that I am one step closer to who God wants me to be because of this experience and God is the only reason I got through it. Things could have always been worse and I am truly thankful.
One bible verse that I clung too during this time was Philippans 4:4 REJOICE IN THE LORD ALWAYS, I WILL SAY IT AGAIN REJOICE.
Another is Hebrews 11:6
But without Faith it is impossible to please Him; for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.

It always gives me comfort to seek Him...I am a tremendously blessed women who is so undeserving of His love. I am also blessed to say that we were able to go on and have a beautiful healthy baby boy that is definitely keeping us on our toes, he just turned 9 months. I am also thankful that I am now comfortable to talk to others about my experience and hopefully help others. I always hear of people going through things but never really felt there pain until going through pain myself. This enables me to be more aware of other peoples pain and that just because I have not gone through some ones particular situation to have that compassion for those that are hurting in many many different ways and circumstances. Don't you love how God molds us and shapes us.

Gods way is not always our way but He is all knowing and that gives me comfort. It also comforts me that with the right motives and heart God wants to bless us and answer our prayers. God is patient and just waiting for me to catch up. =)

Sorry for the long post just felt compelled to share. Please pray this month for those who have lost a pregnancy or infant/child. There are many that suffer in silence and others that do not know Him, which is sad and a burden on my heart because God is the only way I get through my trials.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TESSA!

Tessa,

I love you more than words could ever express! Happy Birthday My Dear Sweet Princess! I thank God each day for blessing me with your presence and companionship for all the days of my life! I am a lucky lucky man, and our kids are very lucky to have a Christ loving mother as loving, devoted, and smart as you are!!

Love, me

(p.s. - this is what happens when you let me know your passwords)

Eclipse

So I have to admit that I am really into the whole Twilight thing... I know what am I 12? Actually I feel more like 18.5. =)

Last night I went with a good friend to see Eclipse, it is my favorite book and thus far favorite movie.

Attitude Adjustment Again...

Okay so here I am again in need of yet another attitude adjustment. I am not complaining and love it when God is revealing. It shows that He cares for little ole insignificant me.

Well let me begin with I am really good at telling my children to get a
song in their heart and a smile on their face. I need a little, or maybe a lot, dose of my own advice apparently. I woke this morning with no song in my heart or smile on my face. I think it was more grizzly bear but anyway I was not a force to be reckoned with. I had yelled at both children and had spanked one, not out of anger but out of impatience, all before 7a.m. and all I could think of was man I am so T-I-R-E-D and why do these kids have to get up so early?!


This little guys lives in our front porch steps.

Then that little voice started whispering ever so softly to me. Which snaps me out of it and then leads me to scripture. I love how scripture has what I need to glorify God in my everyday life. I was just telling a dear friend how I strive to be Christ-like to my husband, which I fail daily but I am a continuous work in progress. Immediately after I said that it hit me that I am not so conscience of my "actions" in front of my children, well to a point anyway. I can be quick to anger and have no patience at times. Not that I am beating them, cussing them,..but you get my point.

So there I was bright and early roaming the house like a rabid opossum, I just like opossums, and for my poor choice of going to bed very late and being very tired was my childrens' fault how?! Hmmmmm.....

So when I woke up I thought crap it is so early in the am. With some scripture and an attitude adjustment, I think Thank You God for this glorious day.

Instead of my kids are driving me crazy....it is Thank you God for blessing me with these wonderful creations which I am so undeserving of being their mom.


This picture I liked because you can see my bright yellow furniture in the background.

Thank you God for loving me and sending your Son for me..... man I get so skewed and off course at times but THANK YOU GOD for always reeling me back in and keeping me on your path! I am responsible for these little ones getting on the right path to God and thankfully with His gentle reminders it tells me what a big responsibility I have with my children and I do not want to take that lightly by any means. . .

So the day has taken a much better turn since my attitude adjustment and I know my family is happier for it as well as me. We spent some time outside playing and planting flowers. Found a robins nest with two eggs too.... God is so wonderful!



An interesting lesson in SS class this past Sunday.... James 3, Taming The Tongue. God might as well picked up the bible and smacked me with it. So I have been spending some time with James and can already see going back to him again and again. =)

I am a continual work in progress...

Smile.....

Doesn't this just make your heart smile... =) Be sure to go down to the bottom of the blog to pause the music so you can hear the video.

Here is a pic of my new dark hair....

Random things......

Okay as a new mother of three I have to say that the beginning was an adjustment and now Anthony and I are out numbered......a little scary to think about. Luckily G-man is a good baby and the girls have accepted that he is not going anywhere. We have offically settled back into our normal routine, although there is nothing normal about us, but life is good. Now, if I can just get this boy to sleep through the night and my belly to be flat again then life would be really good. =)
This was my first offical week alone with the kids....so far so good. No trips to the hospital and G-man has not been treated like a doll. I still have nightmares from bringing Phoebe home and hearing a thump only to find Lula had pulled a chair over to her crib and tried to pull her out to play with her but dropped her instead and the thump I heard was my new born being dropped like a sack of potatoes. So I think I have managed to threaten the girls enough and keep a watchful eye on the little guy thus far. Lord knows there will be plenty of moments in the future with him.

Here is a picture taken last week of us in a photo booth, there are so many of us that we barely fit. This is what we have resorted to for family photos. JK! The girls really like to get their pics taken in photo booths.

Here are a couple of pictures of G this week, for you Nana, and G has discovered himself in the mirror of his playmate. He literally stares at himself for a good 30 minutes.

Lula has been asking me if she can push G around in her stroller so I let her, very slowing of course.

Anyway somethings I wanted to share...
Lula was praying last night and asked God if she could please go to college to be a dentist. This is coming from Christmas where the little elf wanted to be a dentist. She is still talking about it and I think her diploma will read Dr. Lula aka Liono because she also is still obsessed with Thundercats and insist that we call her that.

Phoebe has been spending a good amount of time in time out because frankly my arm is tired from spanking her and sore from playing the Wii too, but she is two so I keep reminding myself but this to shall pass....right?! A little side note I think I have offered dessert as an incentive to eat lunch and dinner way too much because after breakfast Phoebe had a fit because she wanted dessert afterwards....did not see that backfiring on me but oh well. Live and learn. Phoebe also insist that we call her baby dragon and she can not say Greyson but calls him Bayson.

This picture was taken at the last playgroup at my house. The kids had fun doing a craft but us moms were wore out. =)

Phoebe loves to brush and play with my hair...I think she is jealous because she does not have any hair but it is starting to grow a little.

This is Phoebe stuck in the cart and luckily I did not have to call the fire department.

This was taken before Anthony left for a business trip out in the front yard.

Here is a prego pic of me...it is not the best since I was fighting a sinus infection but this is all we have taken.

Happenings.....

So I have been very behind on my posting so I have tried catching up and posted 5 different posts so be sure to check them out. We have been a whirlwind in the Masters' household but in a good way most of the time. The girls are in MMO 1 day a week and Anthony is traveling without us. This is because we have only eight weeks until Greyson makes his appreance. The nursery I am sad to say has not been touched but with the house on the market we are in limbo. We have someone very interested and wanting to put an offer on the house but we will see. We are looking forward to celebrating the holidays with the family and then I have a C-section scheduled for December 26..... yes that is correct the day after Christmas. So hopefully I will be a little better at keeping the blog up.

Randomness

Lula has been spending a lot of time in this spot, so I decided to take a picture of her in her glory! Her mouth has been getting her in trouble lately.

Playtime with playing in the rain and tea parties.

Phoebe being silly in a reaturant and her rock star hair.

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I love this picture of my 3 musketeers making googly eyes.

Aunt Brittany came for a couple of days to visit and we all had so much fun! The girls love their Auntie Britt.

I had to throw this one in....well I could not stand it and cut myself some bangs!! I know I am crazy but guess what I am crazy!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!

Tennis, cookouts, friends, family, fireworks, and fun!!! We have a packed weekend and we are all exhausted. Anthony won his tennis match and he had us girls as cheerleaders....GO DADDY!! We saw fireworks with a couple of other families and all the kids enjoyed it. We had sparklers, snap-n-pops, bubbles, chalk, and anything else to keep the kids busy. Saturday was pool day with neighborhood cookout and here is a picture of the ever growing belly. It was a great weekend and we are so blessed to live in this country. Thank you to all the soldiers who have fought and are fighting for freedom and the sacrifices made.