Wednesday, December 16, 2009


My Rugrat.

The little boy who kept me on bed rest for MONTHS. The boy who had me sleeping in the hospital(I think that is an oxy moron) taking medicine and trying to make my contractions stop. The boy who helped out with my "oh so lovely" stretch marks.... The boy who wanted to come early and then decided to wait so long to try to enter the world again that I ended up having my labor induced. The same delivery that my epidural fell out and had to be put in again....poor Hunk, he was helping the doctor while I was bent over contracting and thinking of how I was ready for him to take over the birthing process for me....

I love this Rugrat. I'm proud of this Rugrat. This Rugrat puts a lot of hard work and dedication in to practicing wrestling.

He also brings his momma stinky, sweaty, nasty wrestling practice clothes to wash every day.

Did I mention how much I love him?

Well, this Rugrat of ours took the Gold Medal in his weight class again last weekend at the tournament. Two 1st Place medals in two tournaments. YEAH Rugrat!

Whether he places or not, wins or loses, he's a winner to me. I love him and I'm proud of him.....

And I'm thankful nothing that is a two for two I am more than happy to have!

Ciao Bellas~

PS. He has a match tonight, so I'll be going through all the motions again...sick to my stomach when someone bends his body in a direction God never intended, excited if he wins, sad for him if he doesn't.

Whatever the case may be. The only things you can count on is that I'll be proud of him and I wont have much of a voice tomorrow


  1. Congratulations to your handsome rugrat! I wish him good luck for tonight!

  2. I hope he made his Momma proud tonight.