have i mentioned my Tiara?

well here is my story behind my tiara, be aware that i may ramble, and hopefully you get the story.
Janie my sister, had decided that she needed a way for her husband to know what great thing she had done that day if in fact she had done anything great at all. we had discussed the issue of our husbands coming home from work and seeing the house in a less than fabulous condition and they assumed we had been sitting on our chase eating bon bons, and watching soap operas all day long. Well, sometimes we did, back then it was a different era, now it would be blogging when the house went to crap. but i digress, on the rare occasion we had done something fabulous, like cleaning out the freezer, which no man would notice, or organizing the linen closet again a task that goes unappreciated . we needed something to announce that we had done something fantastic that needed praise , and a clue for them to ask us"Honey, you did something fabulous today, prey tell me what it is? so i may shower you with praise" and of course that is how our husbands talk to us because we are so fancy.

so for one of our family nights Janie decided we are all princesses in our own right just being daughters of God, and we all needed crowns in this life so that we could make to the next life with out killing our husbands , and they could recognize the beauty of the acts of our day. well the men made crowns too. and they were constructed out of corrugated paper, "teacher border" that she had an abundance of from being a teacher , and for family night we all created our own crowns, and decorated them, men, women and children all had paper crowns with plastic jewels, and braid and trim. it was super fun and the lesson was on "be loyal to the royal with in you." totally like young womens.

So that year it was Y2K and we were having a huge family new years eve bash, so for Christmas i told Lance i needed a real tiara, they sold them at rufflers and i needed one and he needed to purchase me one so i would be excited to do housework and he would be excited to have me do housework, and it would all be wonderful and delightful. so for Christmas, i needed to get some ribbon a day or two before, and he hadn't purchased my tiara, i was more than peeved because everyone else was going to have one and i wasn't and we were wearing them for the party, and on and on. well Lance is a fan of surprises, I on the other hand am not. I wanna know what he got me and i wanna know he got the right thing. drama. well long story short he full on surprised me with the best tiara ever , and it was way better than everyone else's. because Lance isn't cheap and he had to have the best of the best that they had to offer. i was happy and surprised, actually i think i had wanted a pearl one instead of the big blingy one i got but i has grown on me over the years. so that is how i came to own my tiara.

but the real story of my tiara is the better part, I wore it for house cleaning, and once or twice, i forgot and wore it to safeway, and i felt a tad silly but i am silly and it made it easier to just go with it. then i started wearing it just for getting outta bed and getting the kids dressed. eventually the luster of it wore off. the reaction was not there from Lance and i put it on a shelf.


but when I had Paxton, i decided to go natural, for the first time, Paxton was #3 and the epidural didn't work with the first two and i figured why bother with that, and i would go natural, well he was the ONLY one of my kids i went into labor on my own with too, and then i started to get really uncomfortable probably to a 7,8,9,(transition) i demanded Lance go to the car and get my bags the tiara was coming out for this delivery, i decided i needed it , i brought it so i could wear it afterward knowing i was going natural, but it hurt so badly and i was in so much pain, i needed the strength of my tiara to make me feel better . SO lance ran to the car, and they happen to give me demorral, so i was feeling pretty loopy, and at one point as my mom was coming down the hall for the delivery, she could hear me at the nurses station, she got there just in time for the last push(there were only 2) and the cry. and she walked in to see me with my tiara on, holding Lance's hand (trying to bite it) and waving my hospital gown up and down saying something to the extent of shitake mushrooms through gritted teeth. and yelling " i don't wanna tear , i don't wanna tear!" this kid had been measuring big and i was of course fearful at that moment. and the nurse that happened to be my delivery nurse was a parent of one of her students and apparently i was the talk of the nurses station for a long time. so that is the best story about my tiara. and i have since worn it in each of the other deliveries, except Pierce's where i had to wear that disgusting cap they make you wear in the OR. and after the c-section i was so defeated i didn't want to wear it.

the nurses love it, although i have had a few question "oh we have a queen in here? " and i say "heck yes! i just delivered naturally and i totally deserve it! "

I even sent my tiara to Maria for one of her deliveries that she went natural!too!

i don't wear my real tiara anymore just because some of the kids played with it one too many times and the combs have broken off. but I still keep it on my bathroom vanity to remind me i am the queen!

and Peyton read this and he informed me , "you are no queen you have to have 15 more kids for that." thanks kid! i love you too!