Waiting for the doctor...
The cast...
This is what his arm looked like before...
This is his new and improved arm
...9 more days...I can't wait!!
Friday, May 30, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
80's Night
Sunday night was 80's night at our church.
I had so much fun dressing up and teasing my hair!!
Me and Gabe ... aren't we the perfect 80's couple...haha
Jada and I had so much fun shopping for our outfits!
Nothing beats having friends willing to look silly with you!!
Melissa, me and Jada...we is pretty much fabulous!!
I had so much fun dressing up and teasing my hair!!
Me and Gabe ... aren't we the perfect 80's couple...haha
Jada and I had so much fun shopping for our outfits!
Nothing beats having friends willing to look silly with you!!
Melissa, me and Jada...we is pretty much fabulous!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Busy/Bored
Is it possible to be so busy that you almost go crazy, and yet so bored all at the same time??
I say yes, it is possible. That is how I have felt all this month.
I am so busy that by the time my head hits the pillow at night, I am out in a second.
So how can I be so bored & restless??
I need a book to read...any suggestions?? I have read all the ones I have so many times that I pretty much have them memorized.
20 days till my Florida vacation...still pretty much excited beyond words.
What is there to NOT be excited about??
Stressful things in my life have pretty much settled down. Family situations have calmed down. Past friend issues have melted away and I can focus on the beautiful friendships that I am so thankful for. School is out. Anakin's cast comes off next week, YAY! Summer is almost really here...life is good :)
I say yes, it is possible. That is how I have felt all this month.
I am so busy that by the time my head hits the pillow at night, I am out in a second.
So how can I be so bored & restless??
I need a book to read...any suggestions?? I have read all the ones I have so many times that I pretty much have them memorized.
20 days till my Florida vacation...still pretty much excited beyond words.
What is there to NOT be excited about??
Stressful things in my life have pretty much settled down. Family situations have calmed down. Past friend issues have melted away and I can focus on the beautiful friendships that I am so thankful for. School is out. Anakin's cast comes off next week, YAY! Summer is almost really here...life is good :)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Happy Mother's Day
Before I Was A Mom
Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Wonderful Mothers
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Kraft dinner and wieners, birthday cake, and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying and wouldn't stop.
This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair
and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who have run car pools and made dozens of cookies for school teas and sewn Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who haven't because they're at work trying to keep on top of the bills.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes and all their love.
This is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off on metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of watching from their cars, so that when their kids asked,"Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it.
This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired 2-year old does, who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.
And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong (and sink a jump shot.)
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. And they do.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it the heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
Or the terror in your heart at 1 AM when your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late getting home.
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in another city.
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all the school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning, to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children.
For Mothers with money, and Mothers without.
This is for you all.
So hang in there.
Before I was a Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom -
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom -
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,
the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Wonderful Mothers
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Kraft dinner and wieners, birthday cake, and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying and wouldn't stop.
This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair
and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who have run car pools and made dozens of cookies for school teas and sewn Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who haven't because they're at work trying to keep on top of the bills.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes and all their love.
This is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off on metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of watching from their cars, so that when their kids asked,"Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it.
This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired 2-year old does, who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies.
And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school.
And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong (and sink a jump shot.)
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. And they do.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it the heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
Or the terror in your heart at 1 AM when your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late getting home.
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in another city.
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all the school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning, to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children.
For Mothers with money, and Mothers without.
This is for you all.
So hang in there.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Update on Anakin
Anakin had his doctor appointment this morning. Everything looks good, his arm is healing nicely.
He has to go back in another week for more x-rays and exams. The doctor said in another week or 2, he will take the long cast off and put a short one on.
Anakin is very excited about this as it will allow him to move his arm more.
He is adjusting very well. He has his frustrated moments but that is only normal. Bath time has proved our greatest challenge. Monday night, he put his arm down in the water to keep his balance as he sat down in the tub. Lucky for us, I had wrapped his arm so well, the cast wasn't even damp.
I am so proud of him and how well he is handling everything!
He has to go back in another week for more x-rays and exams. The doctor said in another week or 2, he will take the long cast off and put a short one on.
Anakin is very excited about this as it will allow him to move his arm more.
He is adjusting very well. He has his frustrated moments but that is only normal. Bath time has proved our greatest challenge. Monday night, he put his arm down in the water to keep his balance as he sat down in the tub. Lucky for us, I had wrapped his arm so well, the cast wasn't even damp.
I am so proud of him and how well he is handling everything!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Potty Break
Sorsha has been sitting on the potty a couple times a day for several months. She reads, brushes her teeth or jabbers to me the whole time. A few times she has actually peed in the potty. There is much rejoicing each time, but it has been more of a coincidence that it was in the potty.
But today...
She told me she needed to go potty and she actually peed in the potty!! Not because she just happened to be sitting there, but because she knew she had to pee!! I am so excited.
Now I know you may think I am crazy to get this excited over potty time with my third one, but Anakin and Stasia were awful when came to potty training.
Anakin was 4 before he started peeing in the potty on his own. I tried every thing for 2 years to get him to do it. But he just didn't care. Then one day he did and my life was easier after that. Stasia was 3 before she was potty trained. She was grossed out by the whole thing and cried if you even mentioned potty to her.
The fact that Sorsha has been willing to even sit there has been a nice change for me. And now she seems to be catching on to the whole idea at the perfect age of 2. I am pretty much thrilled :)
But today...
She told me she needed to go potty and she actually peed in the potty!! Not because she just happened to be sitting there, but because she knew she had to pee!! I am so excited.
Now I know you may think I am crazy to get this excited over potty time with my third one, but Anakin and Stasia were awful when came to potty training.
Anakin was 4 before he started peeing in the potty on his own. I tried every thing for 2 years to get him to do it. But he just didn't care. Then one day he did and my life was easier after that. Stasia was 3 before she was potty trained. She was grossed out by the whole thing and cried if you even mentioned potty to her.
The fact that Sorsha has been willing to even sit there has been a nice change for me. And now she seems to be catching on to the whole idea at the perfect age of 2. I am pretty much thrilled :)
The Weekend
I had a busy weekend but it passed with no accidents.
Saturday was crazy!
3 of my youth girls (Jenny, Lesley, Charlene) had their graduation party at the church. I love these girls so much! I stopped by for a few minutes before I had to run to take Anakin to get his baseball pictures. His coach was really nice when saw Anakin's arm. He told Anakin he was welcome to come to every practice and game. This made Anakin's whole face light up. The coach also told Anakin he could be the bat boy at the games. Anakin is so excited about being able to do something. It almost made me cry.
After that, Jada and I hung out while our guys went amp shopping. We were going to watch 27 dresses but they were all rented out. So instead we just had girl time and it was wonderful! When the guys returned, Jada and I went tanning. Ben bought Anakin a huge bag of candy when he broke his arm. We busted that out and stuffed ourselves on yummy candy. We even shared with the kids, aren't we the best :)
Sunday was spent shopping and cleaning. All in all, it was a good weekend.
Saturday was crazy!
3 of my youth girls (Jenny, Lesley, Charlene) had their graduation party at the church. I love these girls so much! I stopped by for a few minutes before I had to run to take Anakin to get his baseball pictures. His coach was really nice when saw Anakin's arm. He told Anakin he was welcome to come to every practice and game. This made Anakin's whole face light up. The coach also told Anakin he could be the bat boy at the games. Anakin is so excited about being able to do something. It almost made me cry.
After that, Jada and I hung out while our guys went amp shopping. We were going to watch 27 dresses but they were all rented out. So instead we just had girl time and it was wonderful! When the guys returned, Jada and I went tanning. Ben bought Anakin a huge bag of candy when he broke his arm. We busted that out and stuffed ourselves on yummy candy. We even shared with the kids, aren't we the best :)
Sunday was spent shopping and cleaning. All in all, it was a good weekend.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Update
Anakin and I talked about baseball this morning. He took it so very well.
He asked if he could still watch the games, even if he couldn't play. And I told him "of course!".
He is on his pain meds, adjusting to doing everything with his left hand and keeping his sense of humor through it all.
I love my Little Man!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
My Brave Little Man
I had plans of attending the Ladies' Meeting tonight. I had my food made and everything ready.
Then it happened. At 5:00pm, a scream from the back yard sends chills through me. I run out the door and to the back yard. Anakin is laying on the ground telling Stasia to go get me, he is hurt bad. As I reach him, I look down at the arm he is holding. I turn around and yell "WHOA"!!!
I scoop him up and run as fast as can back to house, trying my hardest not to look at his arm. I call my dad and ask if he can bring my sisters over to watch the kids so I can take Anakin to ER. Dad is here in 5 minutes. He puts Anakin's arm in a sling and off we go.
I scoop him up and run as fast as can back to house, trying my hardest not to look at his arm. I call my dad and ask if he can bring my sisters over to watch the kids so I can take Anakin to ER. Dad is here in 5 minutes. He puts Anakin's arm in a sling and off we go.
4 1/2 hours later we are home. Anakin is sleeping now and I will be soon.
This is what his arm looked like before the cast:
He was the bravest boy! He had a great sense of humor. He was pretty much the best patient ever :)
I cried. I can't describe what this did to my mommy heart. It was the most painful thing I have ever gone through and I wasn't brave like Anakin. I held myself together for him but on the inside, I was a mess!
Tomorrow I have to break the news to him that he is done with baseball for the year. I couldn't bring myself to tell him tonight. My poor little man had been through enough and this will crush him. Please keep him in your prayers.
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