"I'm a baniac, baniac..."
Clare, wearing John Paul's blue headband doing her best impression of Flashdance's Maniac. My goodness that girl cracks me up.
"I still have my sassy haircut."
Anna-Laura, to just about anyone who will listen. And yes, sweetheart, it's still sassy.
"Mom, Fr. Dean's at the door!"
Will, to me at 0715 this morning!! I thought he was kidding until I went to the door and saw him standing there. He had just finished Mass at the Sister's convent and was in the neighborhood so he stopped by to say hi. Talk about going from one vocation house to the next :-) We gave him a taste of Whitaker crazy as we prepared for a school day...no doubt affirming that vocation to the priesthood.
"I hate insurance companies."
Me. Working with them and all the providers to get Luke's medical bills paid is a full-time job. I have an organized notebook that I keep putting the bills in and I just whittle away at them one at a time. So far? I've saved us $650 big ones. That's homework worth doing, I say.
We have Will's last basketball game, a dinner with friends and some sweet family time planned for this last weekend in February. My, my, where does the time go? Make it a great weekend!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Luke Update 2.26.10
Bad mom. Bad, bad, mom. I promised and didn't deliver on the Luke update. Here goes on the latest in Luke's life. He's been busy, so grab a cup of joe.
RSV. Ick.
He got RSV and was officially diagnosed by our pediatrician on February 8. That was some fun times. Luckily, the combination of swing sleeping (in the off mode), bulb syringe sucking, serious handwashing, semi-quarantining and active playtiming kept him from getting a bad case. The bad news is that we now have to break him from sleeping in the swing and get him back to laying down for snoozeville. This is where I'm hoping that our nine years and four kids of parenting experience will kick in with a miracle. I'll keep you posted.
Developmental Milestones
Last Thursday, we had his developmental assessment at Dell Children's. Bottom line is he passed with flying colors. We assessed six different areas. He tested at the four month level for four areas and the five month level for two areas. The nurse was using his adjusted age (4 months instead of 5), so he did great. As a good friend says, "His elevator is working. And when that works, you've hit a major milestone." Yes, the brain is a' working. And we are so thankful I can't even express it in words. The biggies are: smiling, laughing, cooing, rolling over, starting to babble, grasping toys, transferring toys from hand to hand, great head control, tracking objects 180-degrees and turning to familiar voices/sounds.
Cardiology
On Tuesday, we had his five-month check-up with Dr. Johnson. He's such a rockstar. Well, Luke is a given, but I'm talking about Dr. J. He's a former cheerleader from Creighton, a Catholic dad of five and a really personable and knowledgable doctor. The highlights are that Luke's VSD (the hole in his heart) appears to be getting smaller, the pressure on his right side of the heart is in the normal range and he continues to gain weight. Those are all excellent signs and definite milestones pointing toward progress. We are continuing to watch the left side of his heart, which is slightly enlarged, but Dr. J isn't concerned about the size just yet. We go back this summer (can I hear a hoo-rah?) for another echo and check-up.
Shots
He got his belated four-month shots this morning and took them like a champ. I nursed while they poked, he let out a big squeal and then latched back on and was super happy by the time we left. He's been that way ever since. I believe that happy nature must be God's gift to us through all of this.
Parking Lot
In the miscellaneous category, we had a small scare yesterday. Two of Luke's diapers had blood in his stool. Amazingly, Scott and I did not freak out. That is a definite milestone for us, as parents. We calmly thought about our next step and put in a call to the pediatrician's nurse and Luke's surgeon. Both assured us that he was probably ok and to keep watching his diapers. Today, all seems to be well, even with the shots.
He continues to make amazing progress and impress every single one of his doctors and nurses with his developmental milestones. Folks, I don't think I can emphasize enough what a HUGE accomplishment it is that he "acts" in may ways like other babies. With all the nutso stuff going on in that cute, little, peanut body of his, he still keeps plugging forward. That's nothing short of miraculous in my book.
We're hunkering down for surgery #4 (and final - did you hear that God? FINAL!) in April for his spinal cord. My job is to get him to 12 or 13 pounds. And, I can't believe I didn't even share the best news of the post until the end...
Luke is a whooping 10lbs. 2oz.!!!! That means that he's just 4.6 oz. shy of tripling his birth weight. That makes a nursing momma proud :-)
Go, Luke, Go! We love you...to the moon and back.
RSV. Ick.
He got RSV and was officially diagnosed by our pediatrician on February 8. That was some fun times. Luckily, the combination of swing sleeping (in the off mode), bulb syringe sucking, serious handwashing, semi-quarantining and active playtiming kept him from getting a bad case. The bad news is that we now have to break him from sleeping in the swing and get him back to laying down for snoozeville. This is where I'm hoping that our nine years and four kids of parenting experience will kick in with a miracle. I'll keep you posted.
Last Thursday, we had his developmental assessment at Dell Children's. Bottom line is he passed with flying colors. We assessed six different areas. He tested at the four month level for four areas and the five month level for two areas. The nurse was using his adjusted age (4 months instead of 5), so he did great. As a good friend says, "His elevator is working. And when that works, you've hit a major milestone." Yes, the brain is a' working. And we are so thankful I can't even express it in words. The biggies are: smiling, laughing, cooing, rolling over, starting to babble, grasping toys, transferring toys from hand to hand, great head control, tracking objects 180-degrees and turning to familiar voices/sounds.
Cardiology
On Tuesday, we had his five-month check-up with Dr. Johnson. He's such a rockstar. Well, Luke is a given, but I'm talking about Dr. J. He's a former cheerleader from Creighton, a Catholic dad of five and a really personable and knowledgable doctor. The highlights are that Luke's VSD (the hole in his heart) appears to be getting smaller, the pressure on his right side of the heart is in the normal range and he continues to gain weight. Those are all excellent signs and definite milestones pointing toward progress. We are continuing to watch the left side of his heart, which is slightly enlarged, but Dr. J isn't concerned about the size just yet. We go back this summer (can I hear a hoo-rah?) for another echo and check-up.
Shots
He got his belated four-month shots this morning and took them like a champ. I nursed while they poked, he let out a big squeal and then latched back on and was super happy by the time we left. He's been that way ever since. I believe that happy nature must be God's gift to us through all of this.
Parking Lot
In the miscellaneous category, we had a small scare yesterday. Two of Luke's diapers had blood in his stool. Amazingly, Scott and I did not freak out. That is a definite milestone for us, as parents. We calmly thought about our next step and put in a call to the pediatrician's nurse and Luke's surgeon. Both assured us that he was probably ok and to keep watching his diapers. Today, all seems to be well, even with the shots.
He continues to make amazing progress and impress every single one of his doctors and nurses with his developmental milestones. Folks, I don't think I can emphasize enough what a HUGE accomplishment it is that he "acts" in may ways like other babies. With all the nutso stuff going on in that cute, little, peanut body of his, he still keeps plugging forward. That's nothing short of miraculous in my book.
We're hunkering down for surgery #4 (and final - did you hear that God? FINAL!) in April for his spinal cord. My job is to get him to 12 or 13 pounds. And, I can't believe I didn't even share the best news of the post until the end...
Luke is a whooping 10lbs. 2oz.!!!! That means that he's just 4.6 oz. shy of tripling his birth weight. That makes a nursing momma proud :-)
Go, Luke, Go! We love you...to the moon and back.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
SNOW...in Austin!
Hey, we lived in the midwest and we know snow. Like big huge piles and inches and inches of snow. Central Texas can not boast of that kind of snow. But we did get some of those beautiful, fat flakes on Tuesday. It was glorious!
My kids thought they hit a home run. They came in from school and went right back out to build their snowmen. Luke and I sat in the front room, drinking hot chocolate watching them have the time of their lives. The snowbirds came in long enough to suck down some hot chocolate themselves and then went right back out again. Clare enjoyed eating the snow, ALG wasn't particularly fond of it and the boys couldn't get enough of it. They wanted to build more but ran out of the white stuff.
Memories. Oh the memories.
Tuesday was a good mom day. The kind that I'll tuck away in my memory cap as "what a fun day"and that the kids will remember for a lifetime. I love those kind of days. They keep you sane.
Thank you for snow Mother Nature. You made our year.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Top Ten: Motherhood...not for the faint of heart
I had lots of people tell me, "Oh you just wait until YOU have kids." It was in that moment, that I smiled, but I really wanted to punch them in the face. After all, I knew everything. And, really, how hard could having kids be?
Oh ye, of little faith. They were right.
The last fewweeks, months, make that years, of parenthood, I've learned a trick or two and whole lot of lessons the hard way. I just thought I'd share a few of those "hard ways" with you.
TOP TEN: LESSONS LEARNED THE HARD WAY
1. Don't ask for permission to start, or stop, doing something. Gather information, make up your mind and then garner support. Otherwise, it's just a cop out and you'll be left feeling guilty. Everyone has an opinion about when to start solids, when to get rid of the binky, when to stop breastfeeding, when to potty train...sometimes it can be exhausting!
2. Don't discipline your kids in public. Save the stern words for home. Praise in public. There's nothing that makes someone more uncomfortable than seeing a parent berate their child in public. Never underestimate the power of "the stare" that will likely tell your children that they are in deep you-know-what when they get home.
3. Refrain from being someone else's mom. You've got your own kids to parent, stick with them. You never fully know somebody else's situation.
4. Never say something to a friend about one of your children that you wouldn't say in your child's presence. You'd be surprised what little ears can hear.
5. Give yourself a timeout from time to time. Trust me, you need it.
6. Hang with, and seek the support of, moms you admire. My mom always used to tell me to ski with people that were better than me, it was the only way I'd learn and improve. Mothering is the same gig. Aim high.
7. Choose a pediatrician you love. No matter what.
8. Don't trust your kids when they tell you they've emptied their jean pockets. The washing machine doesn't lie.
9. If you love the mom, but your kids don't get along, it's best to put the playdates on a back burner until the kids are older. Just know that you and your friend will get to enjoy some margaritas sans kids until everyone can play nice.
10. Own the following facts: You will never sleep the same, ever, ever again. Your "nice" shirts should be stuck in the back of your closet until your kids are like 16. An evening out with your husband takes planning - and a lot of it. Going out and partying like you did in college is not smart anymore. Oxiclean does't get out every stain. And, all your disposable income now goes to your children :-)
Oh ye, of little faith. They were right.
The last few
TOP TEN: LESSONS LEARNED THE HARD WAY
1. Don't ask for permission to start, or stop, doing something. Gather information, make up your mind and then garner support. Otherwise, it's just a cop out and you'll be left feeling guilty. Everyone has an opinion about when to start solids, when to get rid of the binky, when to stop breastfeeding, when to potty train...sometimes it can be exhausting!
2. Don't discipline your kids in public. Save the stern words for home. Praise in public. There's nothing that makes someone more uncomfortable than seeing a parent berate their child in public. Never underestimate the power of "the stare" that will likely tell your children that they are in deep you-know-what when they get home.
3. Refrain from being someone else's mom. You've got your own kids to parent, stick with them. You never fully know somebody else's situation.
4. Never say something to a friend about one of your children that you wouldn't say in your child's presence. You'd be surprised what little ears can hear.
5. Give yourself a timeout from time to time. Trust me, you need it.
6. Hang with, and seek the support of, moms you admire. My mom always used to tell me to ski with people that were better than me, it was the only way I'd learn and improve. Mothering is the same gig. Aim high.
7. Choose a pediatrician you love. No matter what.
8. Don't trust your kids when they tell you they've emptied their jean pockets. The washing machine doesn't lie.
9. If you love the mom, but your kids don't get along, it's best to put the playdates on a back burner until the kids are older. Just know that you and your friend will get to enjoy some margaritas sans kids until everyone can play nice.
10. Own the following facts: You will never sleep the same, ever, ever again. Your "nice" shirts should be stuck in the back of your closet until your kids are like 16. An evening out with your husband takes planning - and a lot of it. Going out and partying like you did in college is not smart anymore. Oxiclean does't get out every stain. And, all your disposable income now goes to your children :-)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Olympics, how I love thee!
You would think that someone with my pedigree (i.e., no athleticism whatsoever) would not love the Olympics as much as I do. But then you'd be wrong :-)
I'm a bona fide, 100% junkie. I watch all those Bob Costas stories, read all those articles about the obscure athletes, know the order of the programs. Shoot, Scott and I even know Vancouver and Whistler like the back of our hands. That's where we spent our honeymoon nearly 14 years ago!
I'm not really loving the marathon coverage of the biatholon - kinda like watching paint dry - but I'm in love with all the rest. Not sure if you saw Tom Brokaw's piece on snowboarder Kevin Pierce last night. But I did and it quite nearly brought me to tears. If you didn't, it's worth a watch. The thing that struck me most was something his mom said, "I feel like there have been miracles unfolding before my eyes." I must say I'm with her in that camp.
Kevin is the baby of four boys, his next oldest brother, David, has Down's Syndrome. Kevin's mom commented that David's presence in their family and the patience it requires has prepared her for Kevin's challenges now.
Wow.
It's funny, because before I had kids I used to watch the Olympics and wonder what it would feel like to win gold. Now, I'm always touched when they show the parents of the athletes and I'm beginning to understand how proud they are of their children - gold or no gold.
Here's to the last week of the 2010 games (is it 2012 in London yet??). And, a huge hat tip to Tom Brokaw, one of my favorite broadcasters, for doing such a sensational story that was incredibly inspiring.
I'm a bona fide, 100% junkie. I watch all those Bob Costas stories, read all those articles about the obscure athletes, know the order of the programs. Shoot, Scott and I even know Vancouver and Whistler like the back of our hands. That's where we spent our honeymoon nearly 14 years ago!
I'm not really loving the marathon coverage of the biatholon - kinda like watching paint dry - but I'm in love with all the rest. Not sure if you saw Tom Brokaw's piece on snowboarder Kevin Pierce last night. But I did and it quite nearly brought me to tears. If you didn't, it's worth a watch. The thing that struck me most was something his mom said, "I feel like there have been miracles unfolding before my eyes." I must say I'm with her in that camp.
Kevin is the baby of four boys, his next oldest brother, David, has Down's Syndrome. Kevin's mom commented that David's presence in their family and the patience it requires has prepared her for Kevin's challenges now.
Wow.
It's funny, because before I had kids I used to watch the Olympics and wonder what it would feel like to win gold. Now, I'm always touched when they show the parents of the athletes and I'm beginning to understand how proud they are of their children - gold or no gold.
Here's to the last week of the 2010 games (is it 2012 in London yet??). And, a huge hat tip to Tom Brokaw, one of my favorite broadcasters, for doing such a sensational story that was incredibly inspiring.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Another one heads home
In yesterday's post, I mentioned prayers for Baby Makayla. I just received word that her organs began shutting down last night and she passed away this morning - at just four weeks of age.
Damn.
That will be my first question to God when I get to the pearly gates - Why, oh why do babies have to die, Lord?
I could go on and on about my thoughts...but I won't. Not today. Please lift up her parents, Jill and Brian, and brother Cael in your prayers today and for many days to come.
Damn.
That will be my first question to God when I get to the pearly gates - Why, oh why do babies have to die, Lord?
I could go on and on about my thoughts...but I won't. Not today. Please lift up her parents, Jill and Brian, and brother Cael in your prayers today and for many days to come.
QOTW: February 19, 2010
"How about you keep yourself to yourself?"
John Paul, in response to me asking everyone to keep their hands, feet and objects to themselves. It's become a new family motto.
"Look at that bag of sugar rush!"
Will, showing me his Valentine candy stash from school.
This week, we've been watching and DVRing just about every second of Olympic coverage. I'm fascinated with that kind of talent. We've shown bits and pieces to the kids. This week? Men's figure skating. You know where this is going, don't you? Below is a conversation among the kids while we were watching USA skater Johnny Weir.
JP: Is that a girl?
Will: No, John Paul, this is men's figure skating. That is a boy, right Mom?
Anna-Laura: Oh, she has pink on. Are you sure?
Clare: Pink, pink, pink. I wuv pink!
JP: So, it's a girl?
Me: No guys, it's not a girl, it's a guy. His name is Johnny.
JP: Huh, that's weird. I'm a boy and I never wear pink.
*sigh*
We have a fun weekend planned...dinner with friends, a basketball game, Stations of the Cross at church and some early spring cleaning. It should be fun. I'll have an update on Luke come Monday. Make it a great weekend!
John Paul, in response to me asking everyone to keep their hands, feet and objects to themselves. It's become a new family motto.
"Look at that bag of sugar rush!"
Will, showing me his Valentine candy stash from school.
This week, we've been watching and DVRing just about every second of Olympic coverage. I'm fascinated with that kind of talent. We've shown bits and pieces to the kids. This week? Men's figure skating. You know where this is going, don't you? Below is a conversation among the kids while we were watching USA skater Johnny Weir.
JP: Is that a girl?
Will: No, John Paul, this is men's figure skating. That is a boy, right Mom?
Anna-Laura: Oh, she has pink on. Are you sure?
Clare: Pink, pink, pink. I wuv pink!
JP: So, it's a girl?
Me: No guys, it's not a girl, it's a guy. His name is Johnny.
JP: Huh, that's weird. I'm a boy and I never wear pink.
*sigh*
We have a fun weekend planned...dinner with friends, a basketball game, Stations of the Cross at church and some early spring cleaning. It should be fun. I'll have an update on Luke come Monday. Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wow.
Today marked a huge milestone for Luke, he's officially five months old today! I am in disbelief. And crazy in love. He had his five-month developmental assessment at Dell Children's today...more on that this weekend. Overall report is good. Everyday, EVERYDAY I am thankful for his gift of life and amazed that the little boy we thought we would never bring home from the NICU is sleeping soundly in my arms.
With that thankfulness is also the realization that everyday there are babies fighting for their lives. If I may ask, please pray for a dear college friend's niece, Makayla. She's a cute little 4-week-old peanut in need of some major prayers.
St. Luke, pray for us!
Calling all superheros!
Oh finally - the birthday boy got his party!!
If you'll recall, John Paul's BIG day was put on the backburner due to Luke's unexpected hospital stay and a nasty case of strep throat inflicted upon the birthday boy himself.
Ick and Ick.
We went small this year (hoo-rah for that brilliant idea) and for once, I didn't go all out. I mean, I went all out, but not ALL out...as I've done a time or two. Ahem.
Anyhoodle, we had a fantastic time. The superheros arrived right on schedule. They colored, created a Superman shield, watched some Batman movies, played a little Lego Batman on the Wii, ate some cake, opened some presents and went home. We did have a minor meltdown by said cute 6-year-old over some "level" of the Wii game he didn't get to play, but after Uncle Daniel came to the rescue with some laughs, all was right with the world.
Speaking of Uncle Daniel, he did a superb job of shooting pics. Bro, I've got you covered at Ava's party. Niece Ava experienced her first Whitaker birthday bash - and more importantly, she survived. Aunt Amanda, thanks for braving the crazy and coming. We got some special phone calls from Uncle Cory, Granny and Godfather Vince. Although, I'm not sure how much John Paul actually listened to the well wishes. He was too excited.
I was left at the end of the party thinking...how in the HECK did John Paul get to be six? SIX! He will be a first grader next year. A bona fide school age kiddo. And then I cried. Hormones still. But the tears dried up when the kids started arguing - again - and I wished for the 18th birthday celebration instead. I have no doubt it will be upon us sooner than we'd like.
Without further chit-chat, here's the proof of the fun we had. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN PAUL!!
If you'll recall, John Paul's BIG day was put on the backburner due to Luke's unexpected hospital stay and a nasty case of strep throat inflicted upon the birthday boy himself.
Ick and Ick.
We went small this year (hoo-rah for that brilliant idea) and for once, I didn't go all out. I mean, I went all out, but not ALL out...as I've done a time or two. Ahem.
Anyhoodle, we had a fantastic time. The superheros arrived right on schedule. They colored, created a Superman shield, watched some Batman movies, played a little Lego Batman on the Wii, ate some cake, opened some presents and went home. We did have a minor meltdown by said cute 6-year-old over some "level" of the Wii game he didn't get to play, but after Uncle Daniel came to the rescue with some laughs, all was right with the world.
Speaking of Uncle Daniel, he did a superb job of shooting pics. Bro, I've got you covered at Ava's party. Niece Ava experienced her first Whitaker birthday bash - and more importantly, she survived. Aunt Amanda, thanks for braving the crazy and coming. We got some special phone calls from Uncle Cory, Granny and Godfather Vince. Although, I'm not sure how much John Paul actually listened to the well wishes. He was too excited.
I was left at the end of the party thinking...how in the HECK did John Paul get to be six? SIX! He will be a first grader next year. A bona fide school age kiddo. And then I cried. Hormones still. But the tears dried up when the kids started arguing - again - and I wished for the 18th birthday celebration instead. I have no doubt it will be upon us sooner than we'd like.
Without further chit-chat, here's the proof of the fun we had. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN PAUL!!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Top Ten: Make Lent Count
A few of my friends posted on facebook recently that they don't celebrate Lent...and that got me thinking. About a lot of things actually.
#1 Is Lent actually a holiday to celebrate? After some thinking, I think it is. What's not to celebrate as we prepare our hearts for Easter?
#2 Lent isn't an all-exclusive Catholic holiday. Shoot, when Scott and I started dating, my Protestant self fell in love with the 40 days of preparation. Quite frankly, I wish more Protestant churches urged their congregations to take part in the 40 days of Lent. For me personally and in my marriage, it's been an incredibly fulfilling time.
#3 Just because Hallmark doesn't have a card for it and Wal-Mart doesn't post any Lenten sales doesn't mean it isn't worthwhile :-) It's quite nice to enjoy a holiday without all the ads on tv. It's a peaceful time of year and I really love that about Lent.
So, in honor of my most favorite time of year, I'm offering this week's top ten ways to make Lent more meaningful this year. Too often we hear about Catholics giving up alcohol, cokes or sweets. Don't get me wrong, those are all good things to give up. But is that it? I mean, is it really a challenge? For some, I'm sure it is. For most, it's a cop out. Sorry, I'm just writing what I feel :-) It's not just about what we give up, but how we change during these 40 days. Just ask yourself this question about your Lenten sacrifice on Day 40...have you changed for the better or are you just the same? Did you give it up just to restart the habit again on Easter Sunday? Would God recognize the difference or are you just going through the motions?
The 40 days of preparation should be focused on prayer, fasting and almsgiving. Prayer doesn't always mean being quiet in the presence of Jesus (although it most certainly can be), fasting isn't just about the food and almsgiving isn't just writing a check to your favorite charities. I'm talking about real sacrifice. Real commitment. Real relationship. Here goes some things we have done or may do again this Lent here at Casa Whitaker...
TOP TEN: MAKE LENT COUNT
1. FAST from eating out. And, for us that means no Sonic Fridays :-(
2. FAST from making other people work on a Sunday. Don't fill up your car, make that quick trip to Lowe's, take in a movie, eat at the Double Dave's buffet. Nada.
3. FAST from judging others. Yikes. I'm hitting where it hurts now.
4. FAST from junk food and eat 3 servings of fruits and veggies a day. This one is totally on me. The kids and Scott are awesome about eating their fruits and veggies. Me? Notsomuch. I'm lucky to drink a glass of juice in the morning.
5. PRAY for those who's company you'd rather do without.
6. PRAY weekly Stations of the Cross on Fridays. For us, that means we'll do our very best to make one of these services as a family during Lent. For the other Friday's, we'll likely do a shortened version in our living room with the kids.
7. PRAY at a daily Mass once a week. Scott gets to do this at work everyday, but it's a bigger chore with me and the kids. I'm gonna give it a whirl though.
8. Participate in a family SERVICE PROJECT, like restocking some shelves at the Capital Area Food Bank. Or, take the money you would've spent eating out and DONATE it to a charity like Mobile Loaves & Fishes.
9. FAST from screen time...computers, facebook, twitter, television, wii - whatever your vice may be.
10. Have each child gather up three toys (in our house that's a whopping 15!) and DONATE them to Goodwill.
Those are just a few and I know many families that do some awesome things during these 40 days - as an individual, as a couple and as a family. Whatever you do, make it count. Or - as my favorite motto says - go big or go home.
HAPPY ASH WEDNESDAY!!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Perspective
It's a funny thing, isn't it?
The past week has been a little icky around here. Luke got that lovely RSV, my running training got majorly interrupted, the kids were out of school yesterday and were all up in each other's business, our "cooking at home" has gotten blown out of the water, we're tired of being sleep deprived, yadda, yadda, yadda. And I started feeling sorry for myself. It's all grounds for a legitimate pity party, right?
And then I saw a blogpost from a friend about celebrating the milestones that aren't. Her daughter didn't come home from the NICU. What the hell am I complaining about?
And then I watched a story about a Canadian Olympian who busts his tail everyday because he sees his brother, who has cerebal palsy, busting his. BTW, that Canadian won a g-o-l-d medal in freestyle skiing. Sheez, do my knees really hurt that bad?
And then I asked Will to entertain Luke while I finished up a few household chores. The crying stopped and I teared up as Will sweetly told Luke about his day.
Perspective. Sometimes it hits you like a ton of bricks and you get it. Honestly, there are times I'd like to give other people a piece of my perspective :-) But, I know that it comes with maturity and patience. And, quite honestly, my "aha" moment is different than anyone else's. The light bulb sparks at different times for different folks.
And that's ok.
Today, I got mine. And I am thankful. It's a good thing Lent starts tomorrow. I've got a tubload of ways you can prepare to make it your best yet in tomorrow's top ten...
The past week has been a little icky around here. Luke got that lovely RSV, my running training got majorly interrupted, the kids were out of school yesterday and were all up in each other's business, our "cooking at home" has gotten blown out of the water, we're tired of being sleep deprived, yadda, yadda, yadda. And I started feeling sorry for myself. It's all grounds for a legitimate pity party, right?
And then I saw a blogpost from a friend about celebrating the milestones that aren't. Her daughter didn't come home from the NICU. What the hell am I complaining about?
And then I watched a story about a Canadian Olympian who busts his tail everyday because he sees his brother, who has cerebal palsy, busting his. BTW, that Canadian won a g-o-l-d medal in freestyle skiing. Sheez, do my knees really hurt that bad?
And then I asked Will to entertain Luke while I finished up a few household chores. The crying stopped and I teared up as Will sweetly told Luke about his day.
Perspective. Sometimes it hits you like a ton of bricks and you get it. Honestly, there are times I'd like to give other people a piece of my perspective :-) But, I know that it comes with maturity and patience. And, quite honestly, my "aha" moment is different than anyone else's. The light bulb sparks at different times for different folks.
And that's ok.
Today, I got mine. And I am thankful. It's a good thing Lent starts tomorrow. I've got a tubload of ways you can prepare to make it your best yet in tomorrow's top ten...
Monday, February 15, 2010
Super Bowl
Last weekend, we enjoyed a Super Bowl party at a neighbor's house with lots of other fun neighbors. It was great. We have SO been searching for a neighborhood with folks that wave when you drive down the street, that stop you on your walk and you end up chatting so long that you scrap your walk, that has kids our kids' age and informal playdates happen often... You know, the moon.
After seven years of looking and living in Texas, we finally found the place. Yippee!
So, back to the party. The guys watched football, did some innocent betting (Scott won the pot!!), the kids ran around like crazy people hopped up on sugar and the girls chatted in between refereeing kids. It was fantastico. The best part is the girls have a monthly GNO (girls' night out). I missed the first one because somebody was in the hospital, but I'm looking forward to the one in March.
Ladies, here's to many more fun evenings!
After seven years of looking and living in Texas, we finally found the place. Yippee!
So, back to the party. The guys watched football, did some innocent betting (Scott won the pot!!), the kids ran around like crazy people hopped up on sugar and the girls chatted in between refereeing kids. It was fantastico. The best part is the girls have a monthly GNO (girls' night out). I missed the first one because somebody was in the hospital, but I'm looking forward to the one in March.
Ladies, here's to many more fun evenings!
Friday, February 12, 2010
So frustrated.
I was really starting to enjoy running. It made me feel good, even though I was breathing way too heavily, way too early. But it was a life change and those never come easy.
Now I'm just flat-out frustrated. My knees started hurting after last week's group run, by Sunday, I could barely walk. And folks when I say barely, I mean it. I hobbled to class on Wednesday to find out that I have a weak core - shocker. Those five babies have left me with pretty much no ab muscles, to speak of, and evidently, a strong a core is super important when running. Instead of running level, my hips are dipping and putting all the pressure on the insides of my knees. Dag nabit.
So, ibuprofen, heat and exercises are my friends. But, I'm not feeling an end in sight. And the race is April 11. Sorry for venting. Just had to put it out there. When I say I'm going to do something, I do. I really, really, really don't want to walk the 10k. That's just not acceptable. At least to me it isn't. So, I'm super hopeful that this next week will allow my knees to heal and I can get back to my new favorite pasttime.
Now I'm just flat-out frustrated. My knees started hurting after last week's group run, by Sunday, I could barely walk. And folks when I say barely, I mean it. I hobbled to class on Wednesday to find out that I have a weak core - shocker. Those five babies have left me with pretty much no ab muscles, to speak of, and evidently, a strong a core is super important when running. Instead of running level, my hips are dipping and putting all the pressure on the insides of my knees. Dag nabit.
So, ibuprofen, heat and exercises are my friends. But, I'm not feeling an end in sight. And the race is April 11. Sorry for venting. Just had to put it out there. When I say I'm going to do something, I do. I really, really, really don't want to walk the 10k. That's just not acceptable. At least to me it isn't. So, I'm super hopeful that this next week will allow my knees to heal and I can get back to my new favorite pasttime.
QOTW: February 12, 2010
"I not tacky. Sisty, she tacky."
Clare, talking about Anna-Laura screaming in the back seat because of something that I can no longer remember. Such is life with a 4-year-old girl.
"You not talk to Wukie, only ME, Sisty."
Clare, fighting with ALG over who gets to talk to Luke in the car. In the swing. In the bumbo. In my arms.
Little story before the quote. Last weekend before the big game, the Sisters dropped by and one of them, Sr. Maria Gemma, made a bet with Will. If the Colts won, she would say a Hail Mary for him, if the Saints pulled out the "W", then he owed her one. This was our conversation in the kitchen on Monday morning before school.
Me: "Will, did you pray your Hail Mary for Sr. Maria Gemma?"
Will: "Oh yeah, Mom. (said with emphasis on the "oh yeah") I did it first thing while I was making my bed."
"Mmm, that sure is good."
Clare, after Scott gave her a lick of the cookie icing.
Obviously, it was a Clare week. Her vocabulary is budding and she's so emphatic when she speaks. Love. It. I guess she wants to make sure her voice doesn't get lost in the sea of crazy here. I can't blame her. I feel the same way.
This weekend will be a really fun one. We're finally celebrating the birthday boy's big day - YEA!! Superheros will descend upon our home Saturday afternoon, as will a delish cake from Central Market. That's really the reason we celebrate birthdays at our house. They're a well choregraphed ploy to score buttercream icing cakes from CM. Aunt Amanda is already salivating :-) Will has a basketball game and we're looking forward to our annual family Valentine's Day dinner with my parents and brother/SIL and Ava. Is is sad that I'm already looking forward to that meal and it's only Friday morning?!
Make it a great weekend!
Clare, talking about Anna-Laura screaming in the back seat because of something that I can no longer remember. Such is life with a 4-year-old girl.
"You not talk to Wukie, only ME, Sisty."
Clare, fighting with ALG over who gets to talk to Luke in the car. In the swing. In the bumbo. In my arms.
Little story before the quote. Last weekend before the big game, the Sisters dropped by and one of them, Sr. Maria Gemma, made a bet with Will. If the Colts won, she would say a Hail Mary for him, if the Saints pulled out the "W", then he owed her one. This was our conversation in the kitchen on Monday morning before school.
Me: "Will, did you pray your Hail Mary for Sr. Maria Gemma?"
Will: "Oh yeah, Mom. (said with emphasis on the "oh yeah") I did it first thing while I was making my bed."
"Mmm, that sure is good."
Clare, after Scott gave her a lick of the cookie icing.
Obviously, it was a Clare week. Her vocabulary is budding and she's so emphatic when she speaks. Love. It. I guess she wants to make sure her voice doesn't get lost in the sea of crazy here. I can't blame her. I feel the same way.
This weekend will be a really fun one. We're finally celebrating the birthday boy's big day - YEA!! Superheros will descend upon our home Saturday afternoon, as will a delish cake from Central Market. That's really the reason we celebrate birthdays at our house. They're a well choregraphed ploy to score buttercream icing cakes from CM. Aunt Amanda is already salivating :-) Will has a basketball game and we're looking forward to our annual family Valentine's Day dinner with my parents and brother/SIL and Ava. Is is sad that I'm already looking forward to that meal and it's only Friday morning?!
Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Oprah got it right...almost
If you tuned in to Oprah on Tuesday (or you DVRed it like me), I hope you were inspired by what you saw. The Dominican Sisters were featured during Oprah's hour-long look into "secret lives." After enduring the first 20 minutes of whatever the heck she covered first, we were introduced to some amazing women.
Scott and I first met them this August. He gave them a big Texas welcome at the airport and the kids and I met them at the convent. I found it interesting that Lisa Ling noticed the same thing just about every other person notices when you're in their presence - JOY.
I loved how the Sisters really explained why they felt called to religious life even though their lifestyle is completely counter-cultural. But yet. They are joyful. They are liberated. They are fulfilled.
The one thing - and I knew it would come up, but still - that drove me nuts was the obsession about their vow of chastity. You know, Scott and I talked about that very thing about a year ago when we spoke to youth at our diocese's annual youth conference.
A vow of chastity is something we all take. As married folks, we vow to live in a monogamous relationship with our spouse. A chaste life is a beautiful thing. And the discussion on Tuesday's show reminded me that some of my most intimate moments with Scott went beyond the physical.
There was that moment in an ice cream parlor in Hot Springs, Arkansas, with all the kids happily lapping up lactose that I looked across the table and felt "connected" to Scott. Best family vacation ever.
There was the embrace we shared in our kitchen when we learned we had lost our second baby to miscarriage.
There was the moment we shared, praying, in front of the Blessed Sacrament at Dell Children's just as Luke entered his first surgery at 10 days old.
There was the euphoria as we emceed "Destination Jesus" with 750 youth assembled in a gym - all praising God - and I knew I married a man of God.
There was the thankfulness as we stood at the wedding altar and professed our wedding vows in 1996.
There have been many a conversation on our maroon couches about life, love and dreams.
All those went beyond my physical attraction for Scott. If you can show me a marriage that is sustained on physical intimacy alone, I will call you a liar. We have a desire to be connected in so many ways - and it came as no surprise that the Sisters share that connectedness through prayer and community.
It's my sincere prayer that some young girl watching that show on Tuesday is inspired to religious life. And that her family and friends will be supportive of that decision.
Hip, hip, hooray for some great role models for my children, namely Anna-Laura and Clare, and a mom named Kathryn :-)
Scott and I first met them this August. He gave them a big Texas welcome at the airport and the kids and I met them at the convent. I found it interesting that Lisa Ling noticed the same thing just about every other person notices when you're in their presence - JOY.
I loved how the Sisters really explained why they felt called to religious life even though their lifestyle is completely counter-cultural. But yet. They are joyful. They are liberated. They are fulfilled.
The one thing - and I knew it would come up, but still - that drove me nuts was the obsession about their vow of chastity. You know, Scott and I talked about that very thing about a year ago when we spoke to youth at our diocese's annual youth conference.
A vow of chastity is something we all take. As married folks, we vow to live in a monogamous relationship with our spouse. A chaste life is a beautiful thing. And the discussion on Tuesday's show reminded me that some of my most intimate moments with Scott went beyond the physical.
There was that moment in an ice cream parlor in Hot Springs, Arkansas, with all the kids happily lapping up lactose that I looked across the table and felt "connected" to Scott. Best family vacation ever.
There was the embrace we shared in our kitchen when we learned we had lost our second baby to miscarriage.
There was the moment we shared, praying, in front of the Blessed Sacrament at Dell Children's just as Luke entered his first surgery at 10 days old.
There was the euphoria as we emceed "Destination Jesus" with 750 youth assembled in a gym - all praising God - and I knew I married a man of God.
There was the thankfulness as we stood at the wedding altar and professed our wedding vows in 1996.
There have been many a conversation on our maroon couches about life, love and dreams.
All those went beyond my physical attraction for Scott. If you can show me a marriage that is sustained on physical intimacy alone, I will call you a liar. We have a desire to be connected in so many ways - and it came as no surprise that the Sisters share that connectedness through prayer and community.
It's my sincere prayer that some young girl watching that show on Tuesday is inspired to religious life. And that her family and friends will be supportive of that decision.
Hip, hip, hooray for some great role models for my children, namely Anna-Laura and Clare, and a mom named Kathryn :-)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Top Ten: Little Things to Love
As we prepare for Hallmark's busiest holiday of the year, I'm reminded that so much gets lost on Valentine's Day. Namely, the saint for whom the holiday is named! Scott and I have never been huge Valentine's Day lovers (pardon the pun), because as Scott says, "Everyday is Valentine's Day at our house." Aww. There is a tinge of sarcasm that you're not able to hear in that quip.
Clearly, we love one another...and our children, families and friends. In the last 14 (almost) years of marriage, I've learned that love comes in many disguises and ours has most definitely matured over time. There are big things to love about Scott, but I wanted to take a moment and share the small ones. After all, those seem to make all the difference in a marriage. Details, folks. The love is in the details.
TOP TEN: THE LITTLE THINGS TO LOVE
1. When he offers to go grocery shopping and comes home with all the right stuff. It doesn't hurt that his dad owned a chain of grocery stores and Scott knows any store like the back of his hand. Awesome!!
2. When I come home from getting a haircut and he always says, "You look great!" And he means it.
3. How he never complains when I ask him to rub my back. Ever.
4. How he steps in to discipline the kids when he senses that I'm about to lose it.
5. How he holds my hand during the "Our Father" at Mass.
6. When he fills up the van while he's out running errands on a Saturday afternoon.
7. How his quiet faith insprires me to be a better Mom, wife and person.
8. How he so expressively reads princess books to the girls at bedtime and then lets them do "beauty shop" on his hair.
9. How he motivates the boys when they're down and encourages them to laugh and try again.
10. How he shows me respect and is an example to our children that loving your spouse is your most important priority as a parent.
I could go on and on...but these are what's on my heart tonight. Scott, you are amazing and it's an honor to be Mrs. Whitaker.
Clearly, we love one another...and our children, families and friends. In the last 14 (almost) years of marriage, I've learned that love comes in many disguises and ours has most definitely matured over time. There are big things to love about Scott, but I wanted to take a moment and share the small ones. After all, those seem to make all the difference in a marriage. Details, folks. The love is in the details.
TOP TEN: THE LITTLE THINGS TO LOVE
1. When he offers to go grocery shopping and comes home with all the right stuff. It doesn't hurt that his dad owned a chain of grocery stores and Scott knows any store like the back of his hand. Awesome!!
2. When I come home from getting a haircut and he always says, "You look great!" And he means it.
3. How he never complains when I ask him to rub my back. Ever.
4. How he steps in to discipline the kids when he senses that I'm about to lose it.
5. How he holds my hand during the "Our Father" at Mass.
6. When he fills up the van while he's out running errands on a Saturday afternoon.
7. How his quiet faith insprires me to be a better Mom, wife and person.
8. How he so expressively reads princess books to the girls at bedtime and then lets them do "beauty shop" on his hair.
9. How he motivates the boys when they're down and encourages them to laugh and try again.
10. How he shows me respect and is an example to our children that loving your spouse is your most important priority as a parent.
I could go on and on...but these are what's on my heart tonight. Scott, you are amazing and it's an honor to be Mrs. Whitaker.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Luke Update 2.9.10
It just keeps getting crazier. And crazier.
If you read yesterday's post (or saw my facebook status), you know that Luke was diagnosed with RSV. Like most things, there are varying degrees and fortunately ours is on the mild side for now. I am so praying this one away. It's the last thing we need. Well, not the last, but it's a close tie.
Before we got this fun diagnosis, we had a visit with our neurosurgeon last Monday. All in all, a pretty good visit. Dr. George has scheduled the next surgery for April 20 or 21 - still waiting on confirmation from his scheduler. This one is for his tethered spinal cord. In layman's terms, the cord that's connected between the base of his spine and the top of his tailbone is too tight, so Dr. G is going to release that tension by clipping it. It's a fairly straightforward surgery, but it's still surgery...on his spine. And that makes me a wee bit nervous. Fortunately, he wants to wait three months so Luke can gain some more weight and be in top shape. Cool beans.
The not-so-cool beans is that Luke may be in store for yet another surgery, this time to the brain. Well, to be precise, the bone that covers his brain. Luke's protective derma stopped forming and he has a small hole on his head. We're hopeful - as is Dr. G - that it will close on its own and he won't have to do surgery. If it doesn't, then we'll go back in for surgery sometime between ages 2 and 3. It's a ways off. Plenty of time to pray that one closed, right?
The spine surgery will likely keep us residents at Dell for 3-5 days. Knowing Luke, I'm going with 5.
I have some thoughts to share about the Dominican Sisters appearance on Oprah today. (Weren't they awesome, by the way?) But, the eyes are tired, Luke is screaming, the kitchen is a wreck and lunches still need to be made. Maybe you'll get TWO posts tomorrow...thoughts and the top ten. We shall see.
If you read yesterday's post (or saw my facebook status), you know that Luke was diagnosed with RSV. Like most things, there are varying degrees and fortunately ours is on the mild side for now. I am so praying this one away. It's the last thing we need. Well, not the last, but it's a close tie.
Before we got this fun diagnosis, we had a visit with our neurosurgeon last Monday. All in all, a pretty good visit. Dr. George has scheduled the next surgery for April 20 or 21 - still waiting on confirmation from his scheduler. This one is for his tethered spinal cord. In layman's terms, the cord that's connected between the base of his spine and the top of his tailbone is too tight, so Dr. G is going to release that tension by clipping it. It's a fairly straightforward surgery, but it's still surgery...on his spine. And that makes me a wee bit nervous. Fortunately, he wants to wait three months so Luke can gain some more weight and be in top shape. Cool beans.
The not-so-cool beans is that Luke may be in store for yet another surgery, this time to the brain. Well, to be precise, the bone that covers his brain. Luke's protective derma stopped forming and he has a small hole on his head. We're hopeful - as is Dr. G - that it will close on its own and he won't have to do surgery. If it doesn't, then we'll go back in for surgery sometime between ages 2 and 3. It's a ways off. Plenty of time to pray that one closed, right?
The spine surgery will likely keep us residents at Dell for 3-5 days. Knowing Luke, I'm going with 5.
I have some thoughts to share about the Dominican Sisters appearance on Oprah today. (Weren't they awesome, by the way?) But, the eyes are tired, Luke is screaming, the kitchen is a wreck and lunches still need to be made. Maybe you'll get TWO posts tomorrow...thoughts and the top ten. We shall see.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Set your DVR
You won't want to miss Oprah tomorrow (Tuesday). I'm not a regular tuner-iner. That's the height of homework/snack/getting dinner ready craziness here. So, I'll be setting the DVR for a very special hour featuring some of most favorite people - the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist.
We often hear that we should encourage young men to consider the priesthood - and I'm totally on board with that. But, I think an equally important charge is to encourage young women to consider religious life.
These Dominicans are simply amazing. They are joyful. They are faithful. They are fulfilled. They are prayerful. They are fun. They are of God.
My children talk about them all the time and I love seeing my girls light up when the sisters enter the room. Anna-Laura is especially smitten. I would expect nothing less, though, she is named after a pretty special Dominican, Sister Anna Laura.
They have certainly broken every horrible stereotype I ever had. (Nuns by the way, live in cloistered communities, sisters however live in community.) I thank God for their presence in our diocese, in our schools, in our family and in our world.
Don't miss them! See below, a message from the Sisters:
Dear Friends of the Dominican Sisters of Mary,
In this age of instant communications, word travels fast, so you may have already heard the news: we will be appearing on the Oprah Winfrey Show on Tuesday, February 9, which also happens to be the 13th anniversary of the founding of our Community. Oprah was interested in doing a show on religious life as a hidden way of life which many people never experience, and so her producers asked us if we would be willing to welcome them. We accepted this invitation as an opportunity to share our life, and by extension, the Gospel, with an audience that we might not ever reach otherwise.
A camera crew came to the Motherhouse in Ann Arbor at the beginning of this week, and then on Thursday, Sr. Mary Samuel, Sr. John Dominic, Sr. Mary Judith, and Sr. Francis Mary were flown to Chicago for the taping. Some of our Novices and Postulants also participated in the taping from the Motherhouse via “Skype.”
The show will air on Tuesday, February 9th, so be sure to check your local listings for the time and station in your area. If you can’t watch it then, be sure to record it, as her producers have let us know that they do not send out copies of any show. And please, spread the word!
In the meantime, please join us in praying that Our Lord will use this television show to touch the hearts of many, so that they may come to know Him and His boundless love and mercy.
God bless you!
One of those days...
I was all prepared to give you the Luke update this morning and then all hell broke loose. Motherhood is a beautiful vocation, that I believe. But there are some days that you just want to crawl back in bed and cry out, "do over!!"
It was one of those mornings.
Actually, it started early, early this morning at 1:30am when Luke wouldn't go back to sleep. He's been congested for the past week and this morning it was definitely getting worse. In a desperate attempt to get sleep (we've been averaging 3-4 hours a night for more than a week), we got him settled and put him in the swing. Praise GOD he slept until everyone woke him up at 7:15 this morning.
Clare overflowed the upstairs toilet in an effort to help clean up her potty mess. While overflowing the toilet, she also managed to get poop in more places than I thought possible.
Oh, and did I mention that Monday is laundry day? I had like 8 loads calling my name - make that 4 more after seeing the bathroom/bedroom/gameroom/stairway mess. At least the clothes were in color-coded piles all over the living room floor.
While I was on hold with the doctor's office to get an appointment for Luke, I attempted Bathroom Detox 2010. Fun times, folks. Fun times. All the while, Clare is saying, "Next time I go poop, I go get mommy or daddy. I make a mess." To which Anna-Laura shrugs her shoulders and replies, "It happens."
Yes...IT happens.
I realize about 5 minutes into the holding for the doctor, that the bathroom needs way more Mr. Clean than I have at my fingertips. So, I bundle what I can in a sack, throw it outside, wash my hands about 50 times and get the girls dressed. The appointment scheduler says they have an appointment in 45 minutes or after 1pm. I jump at the sooner one, take a 45-second shower (seriously), throw on some clothes and lipstick, change a diaper, throw in a load of laundry, start the dishwasher, clear off the kitchen table and hustle three kids into the van.
Can I tell you how thankful I am at this point that I got my hair cut and colored on Saturday afternoon? It actually still looked decent and made me look way more together than I felt.
I buckle everyone in, hit the garage door open and realize that it's pouring rain. Awesome.
The verdict at the doctor is that Luke has RSV. Double awesome.
We don't have to head to the hospital unless his breathing gets worse or he develops a fever along with that breathing. I've decided that he's pretty much quarantined until he's 16.
And that just got you to 9:30 this morning.
Moral of the story? Get your hair cut on the weekend. Come Monday, you'll be glad that's the one thing you don't have to do.
Luke update tomorrow :-)
It was one of those mornings.
Actually, it started early, early this morning at 1:30am when Luke wouldn't go back to sleep. He's been congested for the past week and this morning it was definitely getting worse. In a desperate attempt to get sleep (we've been averaging 3-4 hours a night for more than a week), we got him settled and put him in the swing. Praise GOD he slept until everyone woke him up at 7:15 this morning.
Clare overflowed the upstairs toilet in an effort to help clean up her potty mess. While overflowing the toilet, she also managed to get poop in more places than I thought possible.
Oh, and did I mention that Monday is laundry day? I had like 8 loads calling my name - make that 4 more after seeing the bathroom/bedroom/gameroom/stairway mess. At least the clothes were in color-coded piles all over the living room floor.
While I was on hold with the doctor's office to get an appointment for Luke, I attempted Bathroom Detox 2010. Fun times, folks. Fun times. All the while, Clare is saying, "Next time I go poop, I go get mommy or daddy. I make a mess." To which Anna-Laura shrugs her shoulders and replies, "It happens."
Yes...IT happens.
I realize about 5 minutes into the holding for the doctor, that the bathroom needs way more Mr. Clean than I have at my fingertips. So, I bundle what I can in a sack, throw it outside, wash my hands about 50 times and get the girls dressed. The appointment scheduler says they have an appointment in 45 minutes or after 1pm. I jump at the sooner one, take a 45-second shower (seriously), throw on some clothes and lipstick, change a diaper, throw in a load of laundry, start the dishwasher, clear off the kitchen table and hustle three kids into the van.
Can I tell you how thankful I am at this point that I got my hair cut and colored on Saturday afternoon? It actually still looked decent and made me look way more together than I felt.
I buckle everyone in, hit the garage door open and realize that it's pouring rain. Awesome.
The verdict at the doctor is that Luke has RSV. Double awesome.
We don't have to head to the hospital unless his breathing gets worse or he develops a fever along with that breathing. I've decided that he's pretty much quarantined until he's 16.
And that just got you to 9:30 this morning.
Moral of the story? Get your hair cut on the weekend. Come Monday, you'll be glad that's the one thing you don't have to do.
Luke update tomorrow :-)
Saturday, February 6, 2010
QOTW: February 6, 2010
Oops, Friday slipped away from me before I could post this week's quotes. Don't shoot me.
"You Mormon?"
Running group guy to me when he found out I had five kids. It was sortof funny, but not. I hate that stereotype. And, yes, I realize that the "h" word is a strong one. I would've delved into a discussion on theology but I could barely mutter out a 'No, I'm Catholic' between huffs.
"I didn't do it, my mouth did."
John Paul trying to explain away his burping at the dinner table.
"Come on Clare, let's exercise like Mommy!"
Anna-Laura to little sister...that one just made me smile :-)
"I worked so hard to put on that shirt. I don't wanna change {insert waaaaaaahhhhhh}!"
Will, after I made him change clothes for the Diaconate ordination this morning. Wow. I am a mean mom.
We have a busy weekend here - Diaconate ordination (23 men!!), basketball game and a neighborhood Superbowl Party. Should be fun. We also have a special guest in the house, Chester, the kindergarten class raccoon. More on his adventures on Monday. Make it a great weekend!
"You Mormon?"
Running group guy to me when he found out I had five kids. It was sortof funny, but not. I hate that stereotype. And, yes, I realize that the "h" word is a strong one. I would've delved into a discussion on theology but I could barely mutter out a 'No, I'm Catholic' between huffs.
"I didn't do it, my mouth did."
John Paul trying to explain away his burping at the dinner table.
"Come on Clare, let's exercise like Mommy!"
Anna-Laura to little sister...that one just made me smile :-)
"I worked so hard to put on that shirt. I don't wanna change {insert waaaaaaahhhhhh}!"
Will, after I made him change clothes for the Diaconate ordination this morning. Wow. I am a mean mom.
We have a busy weekend here - Diaconate ordination (23 men!!), basketball game and a neighborhood Superbowl Party. Should be fun. We also have a special guest in the house, Chester, the kindergarten class raccoon. More on his adventures on Monday. Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Top Ten: Insurance Doesn't Fool Me
I consider myself a pretty smart cookie. I know when my kids are lying through their teeth. I can tell when my girlfriends are saying something just to make me feel better (and I'm totally okay with that, by the way). And, I know when Scott wants to say something but instead says the opposite - benny of learning a thing or two in 14 years of marriage.
What I haven't figured out just yet is why insurance companies make it so dad-blasted hard to get a claim paid. In the last several months, I've done a lot of question asking, resubmitting and spending time on hold listening to Barry Manilow. Me learned a few things and I thought I'd share. Oh, and if you have anything else to add, bring it on!
TOP TEN: INSURANCE TIPS & TRICKS
1. Keep a notebook. A big one. This advice isn't just for those that have had multiple doctor visits or hospital stays. It's for all of ya. I've divided mine into five sections: Bills (Paid), Bills (Unpaid), Insurance Information (EOBs and such), Medical Information (discharge summaries, doctor instructions, etc.) and Government / ECI. That helps the visual learner in me keep it all straight. When I'm on the phone, I can easily find the information I need - all in one place. Being OCD does pay off.
2. Everytime you talk to a doctor's office, government office or insurance company, keep a log. Write down the name of the person you spoke to, the date and time and what the outcome was. This comes in incredibly handy the NEXT time you call and they give you grief about not "recollecting" the call. Don't let them kid you, they have a computer log and know all that information about you. When they realize you're doing the same, it's amazing how cooperative they become.
3. If you have a big problem with your insurance company, never talk to the first person that answers the phone. Huge waste of time. Ask for a supervisor right off the bat.
4. Ask for an e-statement (at least that's what Blue Cross calls theirs), which outlines every claim, what was paid, what applied to your deductible and to your in-network out-of-pocket expenses for every provider. Best to ask for that at the end of the year for a complete summary, but I think I'll be asking for one in July for the first half of the year, too.
5. If they turn down a claim, stating that it's "not under your coverage plan", call them back and make them reprocess it. On three different occasions just in the last three weeks, BCBS has processed three claims as out-of-network (OON), when they should've been in-network (IN). Here's the skinny. Even if it was an OON provider, but they performed the service IN, you're covered under your in-network benefits. Anesthesiologists and pathologists are your usual culprits.
6. If you have a hospital stay, make the hospital send you an itemized bill. You will be amazed (and horribly shocked) at what you're on the hot seat for come bill paying time. If you notice something that didn't happen, or that you were charged multiple times, call and contest the bill.
7. Follow up. If a provider says they will reprocess the claim and resubmit it to your insurance company, ask for the timeframe and then tell them you plan on calling and confirming they did it. Things happen faster when they know you're watching. Do the same for your insurance company.
8. Negotiate. Providers are notorious for saying things like, "We only have a 3, 6 or 9-month payment plan" and then making you choose. Here's the deal. You don't have to pay on their schedule, you pay on yours. They just want the money, no matter how long it takes to get it. And, don't let them convince you there's a service charge associated with paying on your schedule. After you set the payment plan, you can always call them back a few days later and see what discounts they'll offer if you settle the bill in full right then. I've gotten a 40% discount on one!
9. I've found it's useful to ask for the same customer service rep everytime I call. She gave me her ID# and I use it if they won't transfer me. "Rachel" is very familiar with our family and it helps to talk to the same person just about every time.
10. If something just doesn't look right, call and ask. I did that on an OB claim that came through. When I talked to the insurance company, they said it wouldn't be covered, but lo and behold, last week the claim got paid. Never hurts to ask.
BONUS! 11. If you receive a bill and they say you'll soon be sent to a collection agency, don't believe them. I mean, yes, if you don't pay your bills for years, I suppose that would happen. BUT, a few months of waiting while insurance kicks in, they reprocess some claims, etc. and you'll see many of the problems work themselves out.
What I haven't figured out just yet is why insurance companies make it so dad-blasted hard to get a claim paid. In the last several months, I've done a lot of question asking, resubmitting and spending time on hold listening to Barry Manilow. Me learned a few things and I thought I'd share. Oh, and if you have anything else to add, bring it on!
TOP TEN: INSURANCE TIPS & TRICKS
1. Keep a notebook. A big one. This advice isn't just for those that have had multiple doctor visits or hospital stays. It's for all of ya. I've divided mine into five sections: Bills (Paid), Bills (Unpaid), Insurance Information (EOBs and such), Medical Information (discharge summaries, doctor instructions, etc.) and Government / ECI. That helps the visual learner in me keep it all straight. When I'm on the phone, I can easily find the information I need - all in one place. Being OCD does pay off.
2. Everytime you talk to a doctor's office, government office or insurance company, keep a log. Write down the name of the person you spoke to, the date and time and what the outcome was. This comes in incredibly handy the NEXT time you call and they give you grief about not "recollecting" the call. Don't let them kid you, they have a computer log and know all that information about you. When they realize you're doing the same, it's amazing how cooperative they become.
3. If you have a big problem with your insurance company, never talk to the first person that answers the phone. Huge waste of time. Ask for a supervisor right off the bat.
4. Ask for an e-statement (at least that's what Blue Cross calls theirs), which outlines every claim, what was paid, what applied to your deductible and to your in-network out-of-pocket expenses for every provider. Best to ask for that at the end of the year for a complete summary, but I think I'll be asking for one in July for the first half of the year, too.
5. If they turn down a claim, stating that it's "not under your coverage plan", call them back and make them reprocess it. On three different occasions just in the last three weeks, BCBS has processed three claims as out-of-network (OON), when they should've been in-network (IN). Here's the skinny. Even if it was an OON provider, but they performed the service IN, you're covered under your in-network benefits. Anesthesiologists and pathologists are your usual culprits.
6. If you have a hospital stay, make the hospital send you an itemized bill. You will be amazed (and horribly shocked) at what you're on the hot seat for come bill paying time. If you notice something that didn't happen, or that you were charged multiple times, call and contest the bill.
7. Follow up. If a provider says they will reprocess the claim and resubmit it to your insurance company, ask for the timeframe and then tell them you plan on calling and confirming they did it. Things happen faster when they know you're watching. Do the same for your insurance company.
8. Negotiate. Providers are notorious for saying things like, "We only have a 3, 6 or 9-month payment plan" and then making you choose. Here's the deal. You don't have to pay on their schedule, you pay on yours. They just want the money, no matter how long it takes to get it. And, don't let them convince you there's a service charge associated with paying on your schedule. After you set the payment plan, you can always call them back a few days later and see what discounts they'll offer if you settle the bill in full right then. I've gotten a 40% discount on one!
9. I've found it's useful to ask for the same customer service rep everytime I call. She gave me her ID# and I use it if they won't transfer me. "Rachel" is very familiar with our family and it helps to talk to the same person just about every time.
10. If something just doesn't look right, call and ask. I did that on an OB claim that came through. When I talked to the insurance company, they said it wouldn't be covered, but lo and behold, last week the claim got paid. Never hurts to ask.
BONUS! 11. If you receive a bill and they say you'll soon be sent to a collection agency, don't believe them. I mean, yes, if you don't pay your bills for years, I suppose that would happen. BUT, a few months of waiting while insurance kicks in, they reprocess some claims, etc. and you'll see many of the problems work themselves out.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Nurses Rock
We began Luke's journey at Seton Main's NICU. Those first couple of days, I vaguely remember some really nice people taking care of Luke, but my eyes were fixated on his bed and his little body. Slowly, the fog started to clear. Because I was recovering from a c-section, and then nested for a week, I was able to be in the NICU quite a bit...which meant for some very meaningful conversations with Luke's nurses. Then the transfer to Dell and we really got to know our nurses (whether they liked it or not!) Add in Luke's subsequent stays on "the floor" at Dell and we encountered a new crop.
Admittedly, a few weeks ago I was a bit of a nurse snob. We really only knew how NICU nurses functioned. When we went to the med-surg (medical - surgery) floor, we were in shock. It just wasn't the around-the-clock care Luke had in the early days. I complained that we went from first-class to coach. Shame on me.
Nurses, like doctors, are a specialized breed. After living in the hospital for so many days, we've really come to appreciate their specialization. Some we've had were amazingly fantastic. They held our hands while we got devastating news, they made us laugh, they explained a procedure because they could tell we were freaking out, they listened, they brought us magazines, they offered tissues. Oh, and yes, they took great care of Luke. Some stunk. Hey, it happens. But, when it did happen, I called the charge nurse and asked that they not be assigned to us again. Sometimes, the "fit" just wasn't there. I remember one who knew I had five kids, asking me if I knew how to get Luke to latch on...um, sister, I've breastfed five kids. If I haven't figured it out by now, you need to call a counselor.
Interestingly, we've noticed there aren't too many male nurses in peds...in fact, Luke has only had three and they were all great. We had a "Luke Tree" in the NICU where each medical professional that cared for Luke filled out a leaf and affixed it to his tree. I'm kicking myself for not making more leaves for his subsequent stays. Maybe I'll get organized and do it for the next surgery.
From the bottom of my tennis shoes I offer two simple words to each caring nurse that made our journey with Luke that much sweeter...
Thank. You.
Monday, February 1, 2010
A Duck out of Water
I've been meaning to post this since my first training session for my 10k. Yes, that's right. I've lost my ever lovin mind.
Anyhoodle, I trekked up to the training center in downtown Austin several weeks ago for the "kick-off" session at Rogue Training. First off, I was nervous about what to wear. I mean, these were serious runners with serious running clothes. All I had were some comfy yoga pants and jacket that I wore - not to do yoga, of course - but for my post-partem body. Hey, they fit and they were comfortable. The only legit running item I sported that morning was my Mizuno running shoes.
So, I parked the car and headed inside. It was like a sea of skinny people in tight running leggings, huffing and puffing, giving each other high fives after a 22-mile run (seriously?!?), contorting on the floor in weird stretching positions and generally looking all athletic. Then there was me, clutching my keys, scanning the room for a sign that said "Newbies meet here." After about a minute of looking around, a really nice gal walked over and said, "Are you here for the Cap 10 training?" Gee, did I stand out that badly?
In all fairness, they were a super nice crowd and very welcoming. No one snorted and laughed out loud when I told them this was my first running experience. Ever. We had a great informational talk about running shoes (who knew #1 that they were so important and #2 that they came in so many options) and stretching.
Fast forward to my first official "run" and I was decked out in all the right clothes, knew exactly where to hang my keys and even learned some of those crazy stretches. I may have brought up the rear in every "event" last Saturday, but I didn't stop moving. Walking more than running, but I did it. And I felt very accomplished afterward.
Don't get me wrong, there was a moment about 4 minutes into that 20 minute workout that I started to doubt if I was under the influence when I signed up for this gig. And then I pictured Luke. And the other four munchkins standing at the finish line with Scott...and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. Huffing all the way.
They give us a training schedule every week. We just have to follow the plan and they assure us that we will, indeed, be ready come April 11. Okay Rogue people, if you say so, I'm up for the challenge. Stay tuned as I have a funny story to share in this week's QOTW on Friday.
Anyhoodle, I trekked up to the training center in downtown Austin several weeks ago for the "kick-off" session at Rogue Training. First off, I was nervous about what to wear. I mean, these were serious runners with serious running clothes. All I had were some comfy yoga pants and jacket that I wore - not to do yoga, of course - but for my post-partem body. Hey, they fit and they were comfortable. The only legit running item I sported that morning was my Mizuno running shoes.
So, I parked the car and headed inside. It was like a sea of skinny people in tight running leggings, huffing and puffing, giving each other high fives after a 22-mile run (seriously?!?), contorting on the floor in weird stretching positions and generally looking all athletic. Then there was me, clutching my keys, scanning the room for a sign that said "Newbies meet here." After about a minute of looking around, a really nice gal walked over and said, "Are you here for the Cap 10 training?" Gee, did I stand out that badly?
In all fairness, they were a super nice crowd and very welcoming. No one snorted and laughed out loud when I told them this was my first running experience. Ever. We had a great informational talk about running shoes (who knew #1 that they were so important and #2 that they came in so many options) and stretching.
Fast forward to my first official "run" and I was decked out in all the right clothes, knew exactly where to hang my keys and even learned some of those crazy stretches. I may have brought up the rear in every "event" last Saturday, but I didn't stop moving. Walking more than running, but I did it. And I felt very accomplished afterward.
Don't get me wrong, there was a moment about 4 minutes into that 20 minute workout that I started to doubt if I was under the influence when I signed up for this gig. And then I pictured Luke. And the other four munchkins standing at the finish line with Scott...and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other. Huffing all the way.
They give us a training schedule every week. We just have to follow the plan and they assure us that we will, indeed, be ready come April 11. Okay Rogue people, if you say so, I'm up for the challenge. Stay tuned as I have a funny story to share in this week's QOTW on Friday.
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