Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Does Stuff Like This Only Happen to Me?

Here's how it went down at my house this morning:
My husband....traveling.
My schedule....tight.
My kids....cute.
My self....tired, yet determined.
Got Goliath off to school. Had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon for a post-op exam, then I was supposed to meet my friend Hope and her boys in Frisco for lunch and playtime. By 8:45, I had everything together for my 9:00 appointment and we were out the door. The little boys were getting in the car and I pushed the button to open the garage door. Sounded like this:
The kids are freaking out (it was a LOUD noise), the door is dead, my car is stuck in the garage, and I am stranded. I call Hubs in St. Louis. He tells me to pull on the red string, which I do, and nothing happens. He can't help. I call the doctor's office, and they laugh at me and reschedule. I call the landlord, who says he'll be right over. I wait 30 minutes. He comes over, diagnoses a broken spring, manages to manually open the door, and we are free.
I am only a little late for the playdate, and the repairman has come and gone by the time I get back home.
But now my 2 little boys are terrified to go into the garage, so maybe I should just start parking in front of the house anyway.
Does stuff like this only happen to me?!?!?!?

Tuesday, January 29, 2008


I am here.
I am not living off the illusion that there are lots of folks lurking out there, waiting for me to update my blog. I do know that there are some who check in from time to time, so it is for you that I just want to say: I am here.
The birthday party went great. In spite of chilly weather, the bounce house was a hit and the boys had a good time. Goliath and his buddies partied hard and went to bed early. Good times.
My gallbladder came out without much to-do. We had a bit of a scare when the doctor found a suspicious spot on my stomach, which he cut out and sent off for biopsy. Turns out it was only scar tissue and we are thankful. While I'm still moving kind of slowly and sore, this surgery almost seems like no big deal.
I have lots of random thoughts running through my head about friendship....old life....motherhood....people with big egos....true love. I simply don't have the energy tonight to get into all that. I am just here.
And now I am leaving from here to go to bed. Although I don't think that too many people read this, I am CERTAIN that a few extra zzzzz's are in order tonight. Living without my gallbladder makes me tired.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Controlled Chaos

Well, we are off on a whirlwind weekend. My sweet sister arrived last night because this is Birthday Party Weekend. Jenny prides herself on being present for every single birthday celebration for the boys, and they adore her. The fun begins later this morning when I go to the hospital for my pre-op appointment. Aunt Jenny is in charge of the boys--who's the school board genius who decided on a 4-day weekend 2 weeks after Christmas break?!?!? We will spend the rest of the day shopping for groceries and party stuff, and wrap it up when Howie (The Boyfriend) arrives later tonight. Tomorrow, the bounce house will be delivered and set up at 10 am. My in-laws are coming to town. We are having Goliath's birthday party at 1:00. (One of the sad realities of having your birthday the week after Christmas is that you don't get to have a party until later in January.) Our backyard will be filled with bouncing boys! On Sunday, we will go to church, and then my mom will arrive to help with the boys. Monday is Surgery Day. If all goes as planned, I will be able to come home the same day and recovery will be quick. I will post pics of the party as soon as I can come up for air....:)
Before I go, a funny story: Last weekend I took Goliath for a routine eye exam. Here's how the conversation went:
Doctor: Goliath, do you feel like you are able to see pretty well?
Goliath: Yes.
Doctor: Do your eyes ever hurt or feel tired when you read?
Goliath: I've only read 3 books in my life.
Because he's six.

Friday, January 11, 2008

More Medical Mishaps

Poor Baby.

Today he had his 3rd (count 'em...3!) set of tubes put in his ears and his adenoids removed. He has a long, sad history of ear infections, so we are no strangers to the world of pediatric surgery. Taking out his adenoids was a last resort, but with 2 infections in less than a month, we knew it had to be done.

I got up at 5 a.m., made myself presentable, woke Baby up and arrived at the surgery center by 6:30. Hubby stayed home to take care of Goliath and Little Middle. Baby was SO good and sweet. He never asked for anything to eat or drink (forbidden before the procedure) or complained about being out and about so early in the morning. Once we were checked in and moved to a pre-op room, the World's Friendliest Nurse came by with a godsend: a portable DVD player and a stack of movies. Wanna guess what Baby picked?

Hola! Soy Dora. I am the most cheerfully annoying, yet captivating, animated creature the 3-and-under crowd has ever known!

Seriously. It was the best thing that could have happened this morning. He sat in a little chair and never took his eyes off the screen. Nurses came in and out, took his vital signs, asked me questions, even gave him nose spray. He barely moved. When it came time for him to go to the OR, the nurse simply scooped him up in one arm, carried DVR Dora in the other, and my son didn't look back.

Surgery took only about 20 minutes. Turns out that was the easy part. The hard part came in the recovery room. Poor little guy. He was confused and I could tell he was hurting. He was kicking hard, trying to dislodge the IV from his foot. He slept for a couple of minutes, then woke up screaming. By the time it was all said and done, he was crying, I was crying, and I'm surprised the nurse (who was expecting her first child...a boy) was not crying. Baby refused to take even a sip of juice, and he had nothing but distaste for a popsicle. The rule is that the child has to be fully hydrated before they can be released to go home. After enough screaming and carrying on, the tired nurse finally just let us go. Baby stopped crying the minute we walked out into the sunshine.

He and I took a nap when we got home whie Daddy ran to the pharmacy and filled the prescriptions. Baby is on strong pain meds! We will lay low for the weekend and hopefully he will be feeling much better soon.

In other medical news, I am facing another surgery of my own. If you've been reading this for any length of time, you know what I've been through, and you also know I can't make this stuff up! :) The initial pain I had that sent me to the ER back in the summer--the visit that started the whole cancer thing--turned out to be a gallbladder attack. I have had several attacks since then, so it must come out. I have been assured that even if things go awry, the surgery (and recovery time) will be nothing like what I went through a few months ago.

Goliath is going to the eye doctor for the first time tomorrow. No worries, really...just given his mama's eyesight, we'd like to be cautious.

And, last but not least, Abby Dog seems to have sprained her ankle. Do dogs have ankles? Pinched a nerve. Something. She is limping and I am sad. Hubs (aka the Dog Whisperer) is positive there is nothing broken, nothing that a little rest and lots of Scooby Snacks can't fix.

I'm off to administer medication and watch Dora reruns.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Happy Birthday, Goliath!

Dear Goliath,

Today you turned six years old. I remember this day six years ago like it just happened yesterday. As I lay in a hospital room, about to become a mom, I looked out the window and watched Texas snow fall. I remember thinking what an unusual and perfect day it was to bring new life into the world. Then, suddenly, there you were. With your first cry, life as I knew it evaporated and I was forever changed. You overwhelmed me. I was humbled and scared, joyous and proud, grateful and excited.

I still feel many of those same emotions. Just like the snow that fell on your birthday, you are unusual and beautiful. You are so smart. You love to learn, and especially love reading. You recently read "Green Eggs and Ham" by yourself for the first time, and it brought me to tears. You want to figure things out for yourself. You work hard, and you aim to please. True to the laws of birth order, you do not want to disappoint us or yourself.

You are funny. Just the other day I came home from a spa appointment. You ran for a hug and looked around like you were confused. "Mom, did you get a massage?" you asked. When I said that I had, you looked around some more and asked, "Well, where is it?" You often make us laugh without even trying. Or, you will try hard to tell a joke or make a funny face to cheer one of us up when we need it.

You are an awesome big brother. I have worried from time to time that some of you would get "lost" because Little Middle and Baby need more attention. Just the opposite has been true. You have always doted on your little brothers. You are a good helper, often entertaining or reading to them. They both miss you tremendously while you are at school. The relationship the three of you have is one of my greatest joys.

I have been more proud of you this year than any other of your little life. You have been through more in these past months than any boy should have to deal with, but you have been brave and strong. When I was sick, I worried that you would not understand or that you would not be able to cope with the many changes and transitions that took place. The road was rocky, but there were more times that you comforted me with a hug or by climbing up in bed with me than I ever got to comfort you. You never asked many questions. You only wanted to know if I would get well, and then you faithfully prayed for me each and every night. I am certain God heard your sweet pleas and honored that.

In the midst of the cancer, you went to kindergarten. I worked hard for many months to prepare you for this change, and when it came held your head high and enjoyed it. On the first day of school, when we were walking out of your classroom, I looked back and saw how you had your head bent over your paper, working furiously and carefully. You were fine. I thought SURELY my heart would burst out of my chest that morning, because no mother in the history of kindergarten mothers has had more pride than me.

Not only do you have a special place in our immediate family circle, but you are in the hearts of our extended family as well. Your grandparents adore you; your great-grandparents think you hung the moon (as displayed in their "shrine"). You will never know the great joy you have brought to them, or how you have expanded heartstrings just by being you.

You do all the things little boys should do. You have friends. You play video games. You ride a bike without training wheels. You like to swim. You are learning to play baseball. We take you to church and you are trying hard to work out how those Bible stories connect to your life. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you during the day, and you take my breath away. You amaze me. God could have chosen anyone to be your mom, but He allowed me. I am so thankful.

Happy Birthday, sweet son.



Could I Just Get a Minute?!?!?!?

Yesterday while I was out returning some stuff and trying to wrap up loose Christmas ends, I nearly killed myself tripping over the Valentine's Day displays. Seriously....can we get a break before the next onslaught of holiday cheer?!?!?

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Christmas Recap

We spent Christmas in Abilene with my in-laws. Here are a few pictures:

Putting out cookies and milk for Santa

Santa Claus came!!!

Goliath showing off.......

Wait for it...............


Goliath's favorite gift: a pocketknife

Little Middle's favorite gift: a Star Wars light saber

Daddy and Little Middle
Goliath and Little Middle with Uncle John

Ready for Christmas breakfast