Sunday, September 8, 2013
Summer Randoms
Picture Dump
I hope to one day return to quality blogging.. But for now it's just catch up :)
Soccer awards. Zane was really into his first game. And then he wasn't. The rest of the season was negotiations to get him to participate and stay with his team- and not run to the park or go look for bugs and flowers. We will try again next year.
Baseball at Devs company picnic. This was a discovery moment for Brody- he could still participate in life, even with a broken arm.
A consistent nap time didn't exist during the summer. So we had days when a 4pm crash would happen. This is one of them. :)
This little girl loves to dress up- but we don't really have dress up clothes so she just goes for what's on hand.
Brody's summer highlight was fishing. He wanted to go everyday and more then once woke me up at 5am all geared up and ready to go. He mastered one arm fishing, baiting his hook, stringing his pole, casting and reeling in. Neither of us still have the stomach to gut a fish. So thank goodness for an awesome neighbor who is willing to help. But we are still primarily catch and releases.
Playing games in the camp trailer.
Snuggling at library story time.
And Zane is still obsessed with tie dye. It is a bit of a fight to get him to wear anything else.
Just looking so grown up :(
Table-top nap. Love these little random happenings. And love that she has a fur trimmed crown still on. Such a girl!
Haircut!!! No more little baby curls... Or baby mullet.
Night games at the park!! Good times
Mechanical bull riding at Evanstons cowboy days
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Lets Back up...
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Broken arm:
While riding his new bike, Brody discovered that hand brakes are touchy and work really well.
He flew head over handle bars and snapped his arm. Sad Sad.
These were taken the night it happened.
This was at the surgery center- #3 being put under to have his arm aligned.
Half cast! Just in time for school! And it is waterproof!
He sees the doctor later this week and hopefully the cast comes OFF!!!! Yahoo!!!
Monday, September 2, 2013
Blog Issues!!
It's all fun and games- until I'm totally stumped as to how to solve my blog problem!
I haven't been able to add pics - said my photo limit was reached. So I try and add storage thru goggle - well it won't let me because it says I have only used 15% of avail. Storage.
And- I can't even do a normal post from blogspot. I have to do it from the app. What is happening?!
I may throw the towel in and just start a part 2 blog.
I don't have the patience or techy brain for these types of computer mysteries.
In other news- I am well into my Christmas shopping and super excited.
Teepees, quiet books and doll clothes are in the works- turns out doll clothes are a serious task to sew! so tiny. i like projects with lots of room for error :) Me and the sewing machine are getting some quality time together.
Cowboy Days in Evanston is really fantastic. Downtown shoot outs, turkey races, pony rides, bare hand fish catch, parades- it's some good clean red neck fun. Love this town.
If anyone has advice on my blog problems- id love to hear it!
I haven't been able to add pics - said my photo limit was reached. So I try and add storage thru goggle - well it won't let me because it says I have only used 15% of avail. Storage.
And- I can't even do a normal post from blogspot. I have to do it from the app. What is happening?!
I may throw the towel in and just start a part 2 blog.
I don't have the patience or techy brain for these types of computer mysteries.
In other news- I am well into my Christmas shopping and super excited.
Teepees, quiet books and doll clothes are in the works- turns out doll clothes are a serious task to sew! so tiny. i like projects with lots of room for error :) Me and the sewing machine are getting some quality time together.
Cowboy Days in Evanston is really fantastic. Downtown shoot outs, turkey races, pony rides, bare hand fish catch, parades- it's some good clean red neck fun. Love this town.
If anyone has advice on my blog problems- id love to hear it!
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Home
I'm laying in bed, in the house I lived in for 19 years-I still call it home. The walls are a different color and my mother has reclaimed each room for her own decorating desires- but it's still home. I walk thru the doors and the comfort and peace swallows me up.
The last few days, my brothers and I, with our spouses and children have been together with my parents. Last night we were sitting on the front lawn and the kids were waving around sparklers- I was hit with nostalgia that was like watching old home VHS tapes. My brothers and I doing that exact same thing with our cousins and the adults sitting and watching. All of us laughing and screaming and being totally reckless with flying sparks of flame. Sweet memories. Really though :). I don't feel old enough to be nostalgic. Today me and my longest childhood friend, whom I have known forever- seriously, sat holding our little girls and caught up on old friends and reminisced about things. Like the time we went on a gymkhana trail ride with our friend Jen and her family- we were swimming in a large creek- we came across this huge silver cylinder that had been dug into the bank of the water. We wiggled it out and discovered that whatever it was- it float! And we could sit on it and go for rides down the creek. So we did. Afterwards we did try to get it back upstream but it ended up being way too much work so we just let it float off. Later that night some VERY upset camping neighbors came over looking for their full keg of beer. Oops.
I love being home. I am so grateful that I come from a home with a Mom and a Dad. That I have a memory bank full of laughter and enriching experiences, of road trips and gardening,of HARD long work husking corn, painting fences,washing walls, pulling weeds, of late night lectures from my Dad when I was being a crappy teenager, of motivational chats on my Moms bed as I sobbed about cruel girls or juvenile heartbreak. Growing up was easy in these walls. If I could turn back time I don't think I would ask for many do-overs. But I do wish that I would have had perspective to appreciate my adolescent life and experiences more. I rode a horse thru Waterton National Park when I was 13. I learned how to drive a standard in a bright orange mustang GT. My parents footed the bill of years of Sylvan Learning Center private tutoring to get me thru Math. I had chronic acne at age 9 and instead of letting me suffer or racking it up to early puberty, they hauled me to doctors and dermatologists and specialists for answers and help. Not an easy task in the world of socialized medicine. I had it good and I don't think I really knew it. Better late then never though.
The last few days, my brothers and I, with our spouses and children have been together with my parents. Last night we were sitting on the front lawn and the kids were waving around sparklers- I was hit with nostalgia that was like watching old home VHS tapes. My brothers and I doing that exact same thing with our cousins and the adults sitting and watching. All of us laughing and screaming and being totally reckless with flying sparks of flame. Sweet memories. Really though :). I don't feel old enough to be nostalgic. Today me and my longest childhood friend, whom I have known forever- seriously, sat holding our little girls and caught up on old friends and reminisced about things. Like the time we went on a gymkhana trail ride with our friend Jen and her family- we were swimming in a large creek- we came across this huge silver cylinder that had been dug into the bank of the water. We wiggled it out and discovered that whatever it was- it float! And we could sit on it and go for rides down the creek. So we did. Afterwards we did try to get it back upstream but it ended up being way too much work so we just let it float off. Later that night some VERY upset camping neighbors came over looking for their full keg of beer. Oops.
I love being home. I am so grateful that I come from a home with a Mom and a Dad. That I have a memory bank full of laughter and enriching experiences, of road trips and gardening,of HARD long work husking corn, painting fences,washing walls, pulling weeds, of late night lectures from my Dad when I was being a crappy teenager, of motivational chats on my Moms bed as I sobbed about cruel girls or juvenile heartbreak. Growing up was easy in these walls. If I could turn back time I don't think I would ask for many do-overs. But I do wish that I would have had perspective to appreciate my adolescent life and experiences more. I rode a horse thru Waterton National Park when I was 13. I learned how to drive a standard in a bright orange mustang GT. My parents footed the bill of years of Sylvan Learning Center private tutoring to get me thru Math. I had chronic acne at age 9 and instead of letting me suffer or racking it up to early puberty, they hauled me to doctors and dermatologists and specialists for answers and help. Not an easy task in the world of socialized medicine. I had it good and I don't think I really knew it. Better late then never though.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Bust
Summer or Bust!
If I was a car window decal kind of person this might be something Id do.
I love summer.
But this year this would be followed by... Bust.
Prepare yourself for a pity party blog post. Without pictures. Because I have hit my photo limit and need to figure out what to do.
Bust. Like a big ol bust in the arm.
It happened Friday. The boys were out riding bikes and Brody used his super power- or his "I'm going way too fast" power on his handle breaks and came to a dead stop- causing him to go head over handlebars.
He jumped right up and we inspected the damage. Gross shredded knee and shoulder- but he wasn't screaming about any of that- he was holding his left arm at a crazy angle and sobbing because of it.
We have friends in high places. Like Ortho PA's. Plan was to wait just a bit until he could come take a look and give his opinion. Then Brody said "I don't feel good" and just sort of fell back on the floor and passed out, woke up and puked. We loaded him in the car and headed for the worlds most expensive ER. Despite him having a helmet on, I was worried about a concussion.
X rays confirmed yes, definitely broken left arm. No concussion.
He had to be put out so they could manipulate the arm and get it back into alignment. The needle was devastating.
Brody and anesthetic is a funny thing. He kept telling us to turn off the dizzy spell, then there was talk of Zombies and fairy dust. When the doc told him to go to a "happy place" in his head he kept repeating "family reunion, boating" over and over. Funny that that is his happy place. The things you discover!
X rays afterward showed that the bone still wasn't aligned. Repeat process.the 2nd time he was put under I just started bawling. For his arm, and that he hurt so badly, for gratitude that his head was fine, relief that at least asleep, he was unaware of all the yanking and twisting and force on his arm. I cried because summer was going to suck. I cried about the thought of huge bills from the ER, radiology, anesthetic, orthopedics, pharmacy.. I cried because Dev works his butt off for a company that provides extremely expensive insurance with mind blowing deductibles before anything actually kicks in- its infuriating. I cried because I was crying and there really wasn't a good reason for ME to be crying!
Yesterday was the day of fate. To find out if surgery was needed or not. Brody was so worked about it. Blinking back tears most of the day. It was a sweet moment when I peaked in at him knelt in prayer and asking that his arm be better and that he wouldn't need surgery or needles. I shared his same prayer. They did another set of x rays and decided that no surgery was needed - yahoooo!!! BUT- the bone had to be manipulated again- by the orthopedic specialist. So we went to the surgery center yesterday- Brody had to get in a hospital gown and they put him under anesthetic.. again!
Arm fixed and a new, super heavy duty front and back cast is on- with ace bandages- he is still really swollen- so this cast allows for the swelling to happen. Next week we will go back, again, and he will get a true cast- above the elbow and then all the way around his hand. It's heavy and hot, itchy and not waterproof.
(Eventually he will be able to have a smaller cast that is waterproof)
I get that this is just a broken arm. Happens all the time- way worse things that can happen. But it still is just rotten and hard. This type of confinement and limitations for a kid like Brody is honestly torture. He is active and rowdy- he's pretty much amphibious and loves the water- he lives outside in the summer. We are heading to a family reunion (his happy place) next week and I think it will be fun, but it will also be so sad and hard for him to not be able to go tubing or skiing, wake boarding, jump on the trampoline, swim ect- especially when all his cousins are. Torture.
What do I do the rest of the summer?? I really am out of ideas. We were outside today making a pulley system between the top and bottom decks- the type of thing that usually he is all about. He lasted about 25 mins before he was too hot in his arm and his neck hurt from his sling from holding up his heavy arm. He went back in. And moped around complaining of boredom and misery. My patience is already running out. Mostly because I don't have an answer! If he can be outside, and in water, he is 100% entertained and happy. I have given so many other ideas- we have played games and done cool projects but all he wants to do is swim and make a water world behind the wood pile, or ride his bike. TV is definitely being overly used- but even that isn't cutting it. We went for a drive today and had the widows down- he said from the backseat that he was closing eyes and pretending he was riding his bike really fast- and I cried again! I know he's not dying and that this will end fine and that it is one summer- but it breaks my heart. Stupid broken arm robbed us of happiness! How's that for dramatic. But today this is how I feel.
If I was a car window decal kind of person this might be something Id do.
I love summer.
But this year this would be followed by... Bust.
Prepare yourself for a pity party blog post. Without pictures. Because I have hit my photo limit and need to figure out what to do.
Bust. Like a big ol bust in the arm.
It happened Friday. The boys were out riding bikes and Brody used his super power- or his "I'm going way too fast" power on his handle breaks and came to a dead stop- causing him to go head over handlebars.
He jumped right up and we inspected the damage. Gross shredded knee and shoulder- but he wasn't screaming about any of that- he was holding his left arm at a crazy angle and sobbing because of it.
We have friends in high places. Like Ortho PA's. Plan was to wait just a bit until he could come take a look and give his opinion. Then Brody said "I don't feel good" and just sort of fell back on the floor and passed out, woke up and puked. We loaded him in the car and headed for the worlds most expensive ER. Despite him having a helmet on, I was worried about a concussion.
X rays confirmed yes, definitely broken left arm. No concussion.
He had to be put out so they could manipulate the arm and get it back into alignment. The needle was devastating.
Brody and anesthetic is a funny thing. He kept telling us to turn off the dizzy spell, then there was talk of Zombies and fairy dust. When the doc told him to go to a "happy place" in his head he kept repeating "family reunion, boating" over and over. Funny that that is his happy place. The things you discover!
X rays afterward showed that the bone still wasn't aligned. Repeat process.the 2nd time he was put under I just started bawling. For his arm, and that he hurt so badly, for gratitude that his head was fine, relief that at least asleep, he was unaware of all the yanking and twisting and force on his arm. I cried because summer was going to suck. I cried about the thought of huge bills from the ER, radiology, anesthetic, orthopedics, pharmacy.. I cried because Dev works his butt off for a company that provides extremely expensive insurance with mind blowing deductibles before anything actually kicks in- its infuriating. I cried because I was crying and there really wasn't a good reason for ME to be crying!
Yesterday was the day of fate. To find out if surgery was needed or not. Brody was so worked about it. Blinking back tears most of the day. It was a sweet moment when I peaked in at him knelt in prayer and asking that his arm be better and that he wouldn't need surgery or needles. I shared his same prayer. They did another set of x rays and decided that no surgery was needed - yahoooo!!! BUT- the bone had to be manipulated again- by the orthopedic specialist. So we went to the surgery center yesterday- Brody had to get in a hospital gown and they put him under anesthetic.. again!
Arm fixed and a new, super heavy duty front and back cast is on- with ace bandages- he is still really swollen- so this cast allows for the swelling to happen. Next week we will go back, again, and he will get a true cast- above the elbow and then all the way around his hand. It's heavy and hot, itchy and not waterproof.
(Eventually he will be able to have a smaller cast that is waterproof)
I get that this is just a broken arm. Happens all the time- way worse things that can happen. But it still is just rotten and hard. This type of confinement and limitations for a kid like Brody is honestly torture. He is active and rowdy- he's pretty much amphibious and loves the water- he lives outside in the summer. We are heading to a family reunion (his happy place) next week and I think it will be fun, but it will also be so sad and hard for him to not be able to go tubing or skiing, wake boarding, jump on the trampoline, swim ect- especially when all his cousins are. Torture.
What do I do the rest of the summer?? I really am out of ideas. We were outside today making a pulley system between the top and bottom decks- the type of thing that usually he is all about. He lasted about 25 mins before he was too hot in his arm and his neck hurt from his sling from holding up his heavy arm. He went back in. And moped around complaining of boredom and misery. My patience is already running out. Mostly because I don't have an answer! If he can be outside, and in water, he is 100% entertained and happy. I have given so many other ideas- we have played games and done cool projects but all he wants to do is swim and make a water world behind the wood pile, or ride his bike. TV is definitely being overly used- but even that isn't cutting it. We went for a drive today and had the widows down- he said from the backseat that he was closing eyes and pretending he was riding his bike really fast- and I cried again! I know he's not dying and that this will end fine and that it is one summer- but it breaks my heart. Stupid broken arm robbed us of happiness! How's that for dramatic. But today this is how I feel.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
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