18 months and Weeds

Ok so you know how landscapers often leave business cards on your front door? Well we got one yesterday and on his card it listed a variety of items, one of them being:

weed control: inside and out

tell me- who has weeds inside? I am perplexed.


Rick took Aidan to his 18 mo. appt today. The little squirt is now in the 40% for height and 30% for weight. He's mighty crabby. He's had a cold with hives, was up at 4am today, and knows that I can't pick him up so he wants nothing to do with me.

Day 3

of confinement. I'm going crazy and I still have how many more days??? Feeling good- off the pain meds and the drains came out this morning. And... to my disappointment was told I cannot shower until tomorrow. I haven't showered since Friday. I reek. Even this morning Abby kept saying "something smells." Yeah- that would be your mom.

Happy Father's Day

to the man that I love. What a great father, husband, friend you are. Thank you for all that you do.

That's Not How Mom Does It!!

Well here is the latest...I didn’t have to stay in the hospital overnight! I was soooooo relieved. Had a rough recovery as I usually do with the nausea- they gave me the ‘deluxe’ version of nausea meds while I was there- I had 5 different types. The drain tubes come out Monday and then I can FINALLY take a shower. I have to sleep sitting up and that is not fun at all. My blood pressure went down pretty dramatically while I was there. Apparently I was dehydrated and got 3 IV bags- even with me drinking a lot of water the day’s prior. They sent me home with an oral anti nausea med and I’ve found it’s the only one that works on me- about 7 or 8 last night I was able to eat toast and felt better. Rick set his alarm for every 3 hours so I could take my pain meds and he has to empty my drain tubes. The dr wasn’t able to take out the required amount but says insurance will still cover it. I am mighty sore today. The nurse told me days 3/4 are the worst.
Anyway, Rick has to take care of EVERYTHING while I recover. I can’t even lift milk out of the fridge. Plus he has a cold so the poor guy is just going nonstop. He now has to do bath time, brush teeth and blow-dry Abby’s hair. I kept hearing Abby tell him, “That’s not how mom does it.” Cracks me up.
Some funny moments this week: Thursday night I was in bed with Abby getting ready to say prayers and she was concerned that ‘Scuffy doesn’t know the names of all the princesses and he needs to learn them.” Aidan’s new word is waffle, or floffel, and Abby says sunscream instead of sunscreen. Also, on the way home from work/school Thursday Abby said we should be mountain climbers and get tattoos.

Prayer Request

My surgery is fast approaching and I am a bundle of nerves... I feel selfish asking for you to pray for me- especially when there are other illnesses/surgeries of greater magnitude out there. However, I know the power of prayer works and I will feel better asking you to do so.
I have a long list but I'm keeping it short to the 'major' ones which basically include
1) that I wake up. that is important
2) no complications (ie, infection, fever, gang green, heart rate stays normal, blood clots, minimal loss of blood)
3) no cancer
4) speedy recovery so I can hold/lift my babies again
5) and most important- pray for Rick. He has to take on a lot during this time- the kids, me, cooking, cleaning, and two weeks off from work

Scuffy Sighting

Tonight was Abby's first class of Summer soccer. Amazingly enough she is in a class of ALL girls. Rick, Aidan and I were on the sidelines watching when this little girl in Abby's class whizzes by us and hollers, "Hi Scuffy." Abby apparently told her new little friend her brother's name.
Scuffy waves back.

Sunday Sermon

“Fear makes you self-absorbed which is the opposite of love. Perfect love casts out all fear.” Profound for me right now. I profess I am self-absorbed- aren’t we all to some degree? Yet, the sermon today spoke to my heart about how I live in daily fear of something happening to me- even more so since my surgery is approaching and it weighs heavy on me thinking about my kids not having a mother. Self-absorbed, yet a mother’s heart.

Today Abby asked me, “Where does the tooth fairy live?” This of course caught me by surprise and I actually had no idea how to answer so I deflected to Rick and replied, “Uh… Mommy can’t remember, go ask Daddy.” She asks him and he says, “Uh.. in the sky.” Fair enough. Why didn’t I think of that? Abby replies, “As high as Jesus?” ahhhhhhh sweet. Rick says, “No, not as high as Jesus.”
DON’T YOU JUST LOVE HER?

We were finally able to try out the bikes and bike trailer today. (Aidan is big enough) I haven’t been on a bike in probably 25 years. After my nerves calmed and I figured it out I had a blast. The kid trailer has a huge storage place in the back so we can pack for a picnic and go places! Aidan wasn’t too happy about the helmet but before long he was waving and saying bye-bye.

Only ran 12 miles last week. I was struggling- lack of energy. I switched my iron pill around and am hoping that might help improve. We'll see. The kids have their picture re-takes on Wednesday late. We are going out for burgers after. Meat will help. Right? Right.

The girls and I surprised Rick with an early Father’s Day today and took him to breakfast. Jess was in town so it couldn’t have worked out any better. He had all of his babies together today and I cannot believe I forgot the camera.

Let's Negotiate

Abby now understands the concept of one…two… and you do what you’re told before three. At bedtime she will try to drag it out for as long as possible. She will extend her prayers to include “let’s pray for the blue sky and something else.” Or she will ask daddy to sing more lullaby’s or get out of bed repeatedly and bring us things to sleep with.
Last night, I am in the bathroom and I heard Rick tell her, “Either get in bed or go give Mommy a kiss.” He starts to count, “one, two,”… and then I hear her traipsing down the hall for a kiss. She’s back in her room and I again hear him say, “You have until the count of three, either get in bed or I will put you there.” He starts to count, “one… two… and she cuts him off and says “Can you go to four?”
HA!!!

What I have learned...

from having a baby boy is

• applesauce is made to be picked up and rubbed on your head for instant hair gel
• trucks and/or cars should be driven on walls, mirrors, any and all furniture
• spitting and making spit noises out of your mouth is considered hilarious
• anyone who is eating or remotely near the kitchen needs to share the food
• big sticks that are inserted into sliding glass doors for 'security' are meant to be swung around the house, and banged repeatedly on hardwood floors
• climbing is an essential part of the day
• all household items can be thrown regardless of size

I love...

the sound of children laughing. Especially mine.

I did 22 miles last week. I took today off to 'rest.' After church Rick usually cooks breakfast and we read the paper. I left today completely open for him to work in "his" garage because he says that is what he wants for Father's day. Apparently he didn't feel like it. It was a nice lazy family day. I even took a nap.

Holy is the Lord seated on the throne sovereign king of all the earth we crown you Lord of all
Meet us here O gracious King...