Saturday, November 20, 2010

Thoughts On The Day

It's 12:30 am, the wind is blowing in through my open window, a storm is coming in from the west. Our kids are all home. Every night I walk around the house making sure everyone is in their places. Jonah, Casey and Harper slumber in their room, a movie on the dvd player every night. Twilight and Jingle All The Way are faves. Who cares what they watch, they're the ones who go to sleep fastest.

My girls, they're both in the yellow room. Tv on falling asleep happily to QVC. Who are these people?  I hear Tiffany and Mackenzie, 18 and 16 respectively, happily chatting about something they want, or something that is just plain absurd. I remember the days when they were little, maybe 3 and 5, talking in their bunk beds about how they were going to make up dances and play store and house the next day. Nothing has changed except their ages. They're the same today as they were back then. 

Only Lola gets to fall asleep in my bedroom. I can't resist her. None of us can. She doesn't even crawl yet, and she's just turned 8 months old. The reason?  Every one of us carries her around all day long. She hasn't touched the floor in a very long time. She's a princess and she deserves it. She makes us all smile with her perfectly round face and dark brown long curly hair. I could just gobble her up like a honey baked ham. 

Scary things happen. They do. Every single family has drama. Every teenager goes through a bit of a struggle. Every heart gets broken, every cry eventually turns into a laugh. We're a family. We're puzzle pieces that fit together in love. That's all I could ever want.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Protecting Our Children

Having more than one computer in our home has been the norm for more than 5 years now. With most of our children in school and being teenagers, we use them for homework, for keeping in touch with family and friends who live far away, and we understood that there would be threats. Over the years, we've allowed access to Facebook and YouTube, the normal fun sites we ALL use. We're careful to keep tabs on the history, the downloads and the chat features except for gmail chat and Facebook chat have been blocked. We have a fairly strong net nanny, is what I'm saying.

Let me tell you something.  THIS IS NOT ENOUGH. We have been attacked by someone over the internet. Thankfully, the child this person has attacked is our 18 year old. This only makes it slightly easier, but no less heart wrenching.  We now have 1 computer, and it is in our bedroom.

Thankfully...THANKFULLY...our daughter is the one who came to us. But not before this person had sent a plane ticket and a shuttle last weekend to our home to pick her up. No. I'm not kidding. This has also been going on since the summer. It is disgusting and we can't stop our adult children from doing whatever they want to do, but we're letting her blame us for this "save". She's using us as the reason she can't be with him. Good. If that makes it easier for her to stay away, then awesome. He doesn't know that we also know he told her 2 days ago that he's already mailed her a cell phone so they can sneak around until they can get her to him. This man is over the age of 30. He's almost my husband's age. He is scary.

All and all, she came to us. She told us. She daily has conversations with us, and we are so so proud of her.

People. FACEBOOK. FACEBOOK right in front of our FACES. She's 18, so she can have a profile, but just know that these sick people will pretend to not even know that what they're doing is wrong. Please, watch everything that happens to your kids. Parents who have kids at college?  The same goes for you!  Watch who they talk to. Watch them for signs that they're not feeling happy about themselves, or watch for symptoms of guilt. Tiffany finally came to us because she didn't know how to get out of something that she got herself into this summer. We support her, and continue to stand strong WITH  her.

In the mean time, please, use these resources we've found helpful over the last month:

Please, please know that these individuals don't always seem terrible, they may not ever mention sex and they may not even want to believe that THEY ARE SICK. They become addicted to your children, and they prey on their emotional insecurities. Tiffany needed someone to "call her" and "check on her" and "visit with her" while she was a teenager, and while she adores Mike, and she says that the reason she came to us is because she knows that Mike and I love her, she's been missing a certain parent for a long time. This sick person filled that spot the that the other parent has neglected to fill for years on end now.

Thank heaven she came to us. We will continue to support her and to get her daily help. She is free to do what she pleases, but we will be here for all of her decisions no matter what they are.

Protect your kids. Talk to your kids. Make sure your kids feel safe talking to you.  Mostly, just love your kids. Love them no matter what.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


  • mike's job
  • my amazing clients
  • my health
  • my testimony
  • my children
  • milky ways
  • diet dr pepper
  • good ice
  • friends who know when to call
  • forgiveness
  • Harper's excitement when he's invited over
  • Castle Crashers
  • little boys and little girls

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

We're Blessed With Amazing Friends, And You Know Who You Are...

Let me say that the last 3 weeks have been one huge thing after another. Thank you to all my friends who were inspired to call us. We don't call others to blab our troubles, and those of you who are in tune...thank you thank you thank you for being so amazing. Let me tell you, the support we've had has come from people who we didn't even know cared that much. That text at 2 am on Saturday morning?  You know who you are, and let me tell are a sweet love, and we will be friends for eternity, k? K.

Anyway, she's here still, we're still working on it. 3 days in a row without a wink of sleep for Mike and I, and daily trips to LDSFS have taken a toll but we're hanging in there.

Love you so much from the bottom of our hearts,

Mike and Alli Easley