Valentine’s Day in the 70’s (In February!)

Seventy degrees in February?
We’ll take it.

The prior day, Tatum had a half day, and it was time for us to get a trim. Oh, boy, did she look gorgeous. Her hair has grown so much.

Brandy is our magician.

Anyway, back to Saturday. It was one of those perfect Saturdays (except for a bit of grogginess for me, but hey…we made it work)

I had a little surprise waiting for my two Valentines: Taties and Doug

Some heart candies just because. Nothing fancy. Just festive and sweet.

Doug had already been up to his own sweetness. I walked into the kitchen to find a card sitting on the counter and my favorite flowers… sunflowers.

He knows what makes me feel special.

Later that day, Tot and I hung out and watched our fav show at the moment: Downton Abbey reruns. Rio enjoyed some water with us.

And then… the nail salon opened.

Tatum requested a supreme manicure … full gel treatment, the whole thing. I went all in. Base coat, color, top coat, cure under the light. She paid me in pretend money (which, honestly, felt about right), and somewhere between coats we found ourselves talking about… boyfriends. HEEHEE.

She ran around the house (she hasn’t changed since she was 2) pretending like she was on the phone with her friend chatting up a storm holding Dino.

Dinner? A delish lasagna (if I do say so myself). The kind of meal that says, “Stay. Sit. Be here.”

And a little marshmallow treat to top it off.

That night, Doug spoiled us both with some thoughtful little gifts, and we gave Tatum some fun goodies too. Nothing over-the-top. Just love wrapped in small surprises.

Hubby sporting the Wifey socks, and Tatum knows how much I love her too!

It was mellow. Easy. No rushing. No production.

Just us. Together.

To end the night, per usual, Coopy and Tatum whooped it up… laughing, that little white fluff ball.

He thinks he’s so tough or tuff?

It was the perfect day.

I love my family.

And that’s really the whole story. 

My funny valentine

Yes, someone tell Honeywell. My husband spend a few minutes at work today querying AI. Not about the latest project numbers. Not about the system failure questions. Not about the case study. NO!!

Now, one might wonder, what prompted him to do this?

Ha!! Now, this pic was taken right after my hair being styled. Chat must have known this. Also, Doug must have prompted it with some clues…hmmmmm. THEN..

Striking. Hm. I guess I’ll take it. My hubby sure knows how to make a girl feel good.

Super Bowl Sunday, According to Tatum

Super Bowl Sunday started quietly in our house. 
Tatum and my honey headed off to church, and I was unfortunately under the weather. So  my mission was to snap photos to send to Tot.

Happiness.

When she came home, in her hands: a football. Apparently, she and Dad had made a pit stop, and just like that…the game was starting. She was ready. Or almost ready.

Then I got the question: Do you have a white T-shirt I can have? Now… we have a serious shortage of white shirts in this house. After unsuccessfully finding this out, she found a long-sleeved shirt of her own and went to work. Scissors. Markers. (Sharpies are not forgiving). She’s going to make a jersey come he_l or high water!

She was ALL Seahawks (though she did accidentally call them the Seagulls, which I will never let her forget). Seahawks vs. Patriots. She is ready.

But here’s the thing about Tatum: waiting is never just waiting.

As kickoff approached, the gears in her brain started turning.
“What else can I MAKE?”

Next thing I know, she’s asking, do we have any cans!? Ok, now what. OH, and a GLUE GUN?
I didn’t ask questions.

She pulled together 8 cans and VOILA! Yes, folks. It’s a gun.

Where is my girl? Football? A gun? What is next? Naturally, it had to be displayed…right on her wall. Alongside an impressive collection of Pokémon cards and mini cars. Honestly, her creative brain never stops. Ever. It’s like living with a tiny inventor/artist/engineer who occasionally watches football.

And while the game played, she casually worked on a drawing of a Digital Circus character. Multitasking at its finest.

With a little eye art, the day turned lively in the best way.

Two shockers sealed the deal: The Seahawks absolutely killed it with four field goals………

And …….

Kid Rock shared the Gospel at halftime.

    Mic. Drop.

    Super Bowl Sunday wasn’t loud or wild or crowded, but it was creative and very TATUM. I would not trade it for any party in the world.

    Our feathered FRIENDS!

    Ollie. Just so calm. Cool. Collected. He’s that in our home

    Rio? He’s our lightning rod. He’s ADHD x 50. Never stops. Constantly moving and playing. He is not one to ride on your shoulder because he gets too bored. He’ll bite you or he’ll just fly down and chase Cooper.

    Or he’ll fly on your head.

    But if Bluebell enters the picture, he becomes smitten.

    Oh the love….We love them, and makes us all so grateful.

    What actually happened to my body: The truth and the ugly

    I am learning so much lately. It’s a constant reminder of what I have done to my body with full awareness (not eating enough but I thought I was) and then what I did because I couldn’t tolerate much food (because my gut became so dysregulated). Now, I have to heal but the process is extremely debilitating and humbling.

    Part 1: For years, my body was living in a state of quiet emergency. NOW this wasn’t starvation or collapse. It was just not enough fuel + constant gut stress, day after day after day.

    To survive, my gut became an alarm system: Pain, pressure, gas, unpredictability. Apparently, my brain learned: digestion = threat. So every time food moved through my gut, my nervous system paid attention; it adapted by turning the volume knob up.

    SO….when a body doesn’t have enough energy for a long time, it protects itself by becoming hyper-sensitive. What does that mean?

    • Signals that should feel mild feel intense
    • Normal sensations get interpreted as “too much”
    • The body reacts early, not late

    IT ADAPTED, and  my legs and body became part of the warning system. It started to use pain and nerve signals to “signal” trouble. SHUTDOWN> That looks like: burning legs, heavy. limbs, tranquilized feeling, not able to keep eyes open, body fading. (We thought it was low blood sugar or thyroid or hormones…etc). BUT it was my nervous system saying:

    “We don’t have the reserves for this. Slow everything down.”

    IT FEELS LIKE YOUR IN HE_L.

    But the frustrating part? It’s like a see-saw. One day I feel functional; the next COMPLETE OPPOSITE> But, if my nerves were damaged, symptoms would be constant, worsen, and never disappear. Mine fluctuate (gut dependent usually) Like if my gut is overly active, gassy, distended: my day is completely shot. I hear, however, nerves are plastic. They can get back to normal. Mine are just overreactive.

    Part 2: My symptoms feel WORSE during healing. This is the hard part; it is the cruel part no one warns people about. I am finally eating enough, gaining weight, and reducing my gut issues (By detoxing off all supplements and meds); my nervous system doesn’t instantly relax. Apparently, it says:

    “Wait… is this safe? Are we really okay now?”

    So it flares on and off while it relearns safety. Symptoms resurface during refeeding/recovery; they feel intense and make me doubt EVERYTHING. It’s called recalibration. (not relapse) HA!

    Part 3: Enter: Nortriptyline LOW DOSE (10mg)…I started at 3 and have ramped up slowly. This TCA (usually at high doses is used for depression but in low doses used for gut-brain axis issues) What it is supposed to do is turn the volume knob down on overreactive nerves. But it doesn’t work OVERNIGHT. (sad). It helps my nervous system stop yelling when it doesn’t need to.

    SO what I’m praying for is by weeks 4-6 my flares are less intense, recovery is faster. I have about 2-3 days per week where I feel like a human being. The others, well, not so hot. I have to put on my happy face and just make it through somehow. By March or early April, these patterns hopefully will stop dominating my life

    Part 4: I have consciously made the choice to eat 1800 calories EVERY SINGLE DAY no matter what (starting Dec. 11, 2025). It has been 9 weeks. This is important because my brain keeps asking “is this enough?” I have resorted some energy availability; allowed my nerves to START  calming, and I’m giving my system a chance to heal. SLOWLY (and it’s VERY uncomfortable). I do not have ANY hunger signals. In fact, food sounds terrible, but I eat anyway. ON FAITH. After I finish, I wear a warm compress as to allow my stomach to not flare up.

    What still needs to happen? Retraining my nervous system to fully trust consistency; rebuilding tolerance to normal digestion; and fully stabilizing autonomic responses. THAT TAKES TIME at stability NOT force. (I CANNOT WILL IT). This is why without the STEADFASTNESS of GOD and his powerful presence in my life, in my HUMANNESS, I would have given up.

    I am teaching my body: I AM SAFE.

    Part 5: What can I expect the next year to look like?
    Based on my patterns of symptoms that come and go, improvement in gut pain/stuckness, and ability to function on even hard days: I would hope that over the next 2-4 weeks: burning (shoulders, eyes, legs) is less intense; sedation doesn’t flatten me; bad days recover faster, and fewer “what the hell is happening” moments.

    Over the next 2–3 months: ( I PRAY)

    • symptoms stop dominating decisions
    • gym becomes consistent again
    • food feels less dangerous
    • I stop thinking about this all day

    Long-term: This isn’t ME, and it doesn’t define my life.

    My nervous system is UNLEARNING how to survive in years of stress. It’s an uneven, frustrating, emotionally taxing, and hopefully (NO, IT WILL BE) temporary state.

    I am in the recalibration phase: this is the hardest one mentally, but the one WILL END.

    From Running to Hoops! Go Tatum in the STATE meet!

    Yesterday marked Tatum’s FINAL cross country meet, and not just any meet, but a statewide race with runners from all over. Just qualifying to be there was an honor in itself. There se us up front bending down ready to GO!

    She went into the race feeling a bit under the weather, but she showed up anyway.

    No excuses. No backing out. She laced up, took her place at the starting line, and powered through with grit and determination. That alone says everything about her character.

    This was Tatum’s very first year on a running team, and to make it all the way to a state-level meet is nothing short of amazing. Watching her grow, challenge herself, and push through discomfort has been one of the greatest joys as a mom.

    So incredibly proud of her heart, her perseverance, and her courage. This season wasn’t just about miles or times…it was about showing up, learning something new, and believing in herself. And she did all of that beautifully.

    For SPRING sports, instead of track, she’s going for Basketball. Dad was so kind to get our hoop up and running again, so she has been at it non stop. Stay tuned for more SPORTS updates!