Oh, I am SO excited about what's in store for September 2011. So stinkin' excited. Let's get to it, shall we?
TOP TEN: I HEART YOU SEPTEMBER
1. Sweet baby Luke turns two. The hard memories are starting to fade and I'm hopeful the happy ones will be there waiting for us on the 18th. Wow. Two. We did it!!
2. We get to be an aunt and uncle again. Scott's brother, Cory, and his wife, Jennifer, are expected baby #2 on September 16. Maybe they'll crash one of OUR kid's birthdays! We are so excited for them. Nephew Alex says boy, me and the girls say girl. Somebody has to be right.
3. I'm debuting a new look on the blog. Yep, it's been in the works for a long time. I'm hoping for launch later this month. Fingers crossed.
4. I'll be offering Christmas card designs again - yea. But keep reading.
5. This year, they'll be much more budget friendly. I found a new printer I love. Win-win for all of us.
6. The Aggies have their season opener this weekend. I must post about the SEC craziness, but not today. Today we're still happy.
7. Scott and I, along with three other couples, are hosting a fun party for our kids' school. We are really looking forward to building some community.
8. I'll finally know who wins Design Star. I love that show and always think, #canimeetnateberkus?
9. We will finally have all of Luke's genetic reporting back. That has been a door we've neglected to open for so long. Answers and closure will finally be our friends.
10. I get to coach my first sporting event. I know, don't fall out of your chair. After a bazillion games, I decided to pony and up and volunteer to co-coach Clare's soccer team. Should be an adventure.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Couple Time
I wish I had a swanky date photo to show you, but one only exists in my memory. Last Saturday evening, Scott and I enjoyed a wonderful, fantabulous, lovely overnight date night as a gift from my parents for our 15th wedding anniversary.
Best. Gift. Ever.
Mom and dad arrived a little early so Scott and I could enjoy Mass with just the older boys. It was great. Will even held my hand during Mass. Proof that the little boy still exists. I'll enjoy it while I can. Soon enough, that hand will be bigger than mine.
After Mass, we got the troops started on dinner and herded Luke to bed. Miraculously, he went to bed with zero problems and slept until 6:45 the next morning. I think that helped Scott and I really enjoy ourselves. We were free from worry for an evening. The kids all promised not to eat too much sugar and we left them in the able hands of Nana and Papa.
Our room at the Westin was awesome and the takeout food from PF Changs equally so. We opted to eat-in rather than eat-out. It gave us some more time to chat without all the craziness of a restaurant. We were super excited to try out the new Gold Class Cinemas, now iPic, with our gift card. A night out is always better with one of those, no? The hotel let us hitch a ride in their golf cart and off we went. While Scott grabbed a cocktail at the bar, I checked us in at the kiosk. Fate was not working in our favor, though. Some really important part of the movie reel burned up and all shows were cancelled. Yeah, we were excited, too. But, the bar comped our drinks, so alls well that ends well. We got our tickets back and we'll just have to make it another date night!
Mostly, we just enjoyed the time away, together. No food to cut up, no baths to give, no early morning wake-up call. Just Scott and Kathryn. Peas and carrots.
Thanks Mom and Dad for giving us a much-needed and very thoughtful gift. We won't talk about what present was waiting for us when we came home. Nope, that's Thursday's post. Today is all about the happy :)
Best. Gift. Ever.
Mom and dad arrived a little early so Scott and I could enjoy Mass with just the older boys. It was great. Will even held my hand during Mass. Proof that the little boy still exists. I'll enjoy it while I can. Soon enough, that hand will be bigger than mine.
After Mass, we got the troops started on dinner and herded Luke to bed. Miraculously, he went to bed with zero problems and slept until 6:45 the next morning. I think that helped Scott and I really enjoy ourselves. We were free from worry for an evening. The kids all promised not to eat too much sugar and we left them in the able hands of Nana and Papa.
Our room at the Westin was awesome and the takeout food from PF Changs equally so. We opted to eat-in rather than eat-out. It gave us some more time to chat without all the craziness of a restaurant. We were super excited to try out the new Gold Class Cinemas, now iPic, with our gift card. A night out is always better with one of those, no? The hotel let us hitch a ride in their golf cart and off we went. While Scott grabbed a cocktail at the bar, I checked us in at the kiosk. Fate was not working in our favor, though. Some really important part of the movie reel burned up and all shows were cancelled. Yeah, we were excited, too. But, the bar comped our drinks, so alls well that ends well. We got our tickets back and we'll just have to make it another date night!
Mostly, we just enjoyed the time away, together. No food to cut up, no baths to give, no early morning wake-up call. Just Scott and Kathryn. Peas and carrots.
Thanks Mom and Dad for giving us a much-needed and very thoughtful gift. We won't talk about what present was waiting for us when we came home. Nope, that's Thursday's post. Today is all about the happy :)
Monday, August 29, 2011
APB
If anybody happens to see "catch a break", please send her to our house.
Scott and I had a lovely Saturday evening/Sunday morning - alone, sans kids - away from the house. First time we've BOTH been away from Luke at the same time. Ever. So needed. More on that later in the week.
Our welcome home present? Luke throwing up all over the entry floor. Yep, welcome home. We took him to the doctor yesterday afternoon and it looks like a nasty GI bug. You know, just what he needs. Something that's hard on his belly. Thank you Augmentin for getting rid of the pneumonia (yes, the follow-up xrays confirmed that), but NO THANK YOU for messing with his insides.
I'm thinking of making a new bumper sticker: "Don't Mess With Luke's Mom." Not quite the same ring, but I'm a whole lot meaner than the State Highway Patrol.
Anyhoo. You're HDYDI is postponed again. Sigh. Next week? Dare I dream?
Scott and I had a lovely Saturday evening/Sunday morning - alone, sans kids - away from the house. First time we've BOTH been away from Luke at the same time. Ever. So needed. More on that later in the week.
Our welcome home present? Luke throwing up all over the entry floor. Yep, welcome home. We took him to the doctor yesterday afternoon and it looks like a nasty GI bug. You know, just what he needs. Something that's hard on his belly. Thank you Augmentin for getting rid of the pneumonia (yes, the follow-up xrays confirmed that), but NO THANK YOU for messing with his insides.
I'm thinking of making a new bumper sticker: "Don't Mess With Luke's Mom." Not quite the same ring, but I'm a whole lot meaner than the State Highway Patrol.
Anyhoo. You're HDYDI is postponed again. Sigh. Next week? Dare I dream?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Luke Update 8.25.11
Monday morning, we headed to Dell for Luke's now-annual neurosurgery visit. I've talked a lot about the rockstars that make up Luke's specialist band. I think lead singer is a tie between Dr. Meyer (his general surgeon) and Dr. George (the neurosurgeon). But, since I recently fired Dr. M, I guess that bumped Dr. G up to lead vocalist. As my spine surgeon said last spring, Dr. G really is the whole package - smarts, research and bedside manner.
Luke's brain is complicated. HA. Just like his momma. When he had his initial MRI in the NICU we thought the image was showing bilateral arachnoid cysts (say what??). Those would be bumps on both sides of his brain skull, in between the skull and the dura (the protective layer over our brains). After further imaging and growing by Luke, we discovered they were not cysts after all. Instead, his skull just never formed on the back of his head. So many growth patterns were interrupted in utero - kidneys, brain, heart, spinal cord, testicles - and this was just another example. Luke has about an 8cm x 4cm gap of brain skull that's missing. Amazingly, that doesn't freak me out. Proof that it takes a flippin' freight train to do that these days.
For months, we've been praying it closed. We hoped that when he wore his helmet last summer that it would help. I dreamed about this week's visit and hearing Dr. G say, "Oh THAT hole? It's nothing, really. It will close on its own. See you in a year for a follow-up." But, alas, none of that happened. Because the skull never formed, it will not close on it's own. We will do a CT scan next fall to determine the best place in which to pull bone - ribs, hip, existing skull, etc. - to "fill" the hole. Dr G has found that using existing bone from the patient, rather than a foreign object, is better in that the bone grows with the patient. We'll also employ the help of another specialist, plastics, to ensure Luke's hairline doesn't go all screwbally. Yes, that's a medical term.
Now, we wait. For the record, I'm not a patient person. I hate waiting. As with everything that is Luke, though, I'm learning that God is trying to teach me so many lessons through that sweet boy. He's teaching me advocacy, tenacity, humor, compassion, trust...and patience.
So often I think what might've been and I am reminded to be thankful for our reality. IUGR babies don't typically make it to 36 weeks. If Luke hadn't, I shudder to think how MANY MORE challenges he would face. Quite honestly, I wonder if he would've lived. No doubt, it was God's first two miracles that have affected me the most: allowing us to conceive and allowing Luke to live in utero for so long. Thank you, Jesus.
We still have four HUGE specialist visits to go. And, as I checked the digital files, not a single one of those doctor's faces have graced the blog. Oh, aren't you in for some eye candy! Scott says I only choose the smart, good-looking doctors. Whatev. I say, if I have to spend that much time with them, I might as well :)
Luke's brain is complicated. HA. Just like his momma. When he had his initial MRI in the NICU we thought the image was showing bilateral arachnoid cysts (say what??). Those would be bumps on both sides of his brain skull, in between the skull and the dura (the protective layer over our brains). After further imaging and growing by Luke, we discovered they were not cysts after all. Instead, his skull just never formed on the back of his head. So many growth patterns were interrupted in utero - kidneys, brain, heart, spinal cord, testicles - and this was just another example. Luke has about an 8cm x 4cm gap of brain skull that's missing. Amazingly, that doesn't freak me out. Proof that it takes a flippin' freight train to do that these days.
For months, we've been praying it closed. We hoped that when he wore his helmet last summer that it would help. I dreamed about this week's visit and hearing Dr. G say, "Oh THAT hole? It's nothing, really. It will close on its own. See you in a year for a follow-up." But, alas, none of that happened. Because the skull never formed, it will not close on it's own. We will do a CT scan next fall to determine the best place in which to pull bone - ribs, hip, existing skull, etc. - to "fill" the hole. Dr G has found that using existing bone from the patient, rather than a foreign object, is better in that the bone grows with the patient. We'll also employ the help of another specialist, plastics, to ensure Luke's hairline doesn't go all screwbally. Yes, that's a medical term.
Now, we wait. For the record, I'm not a patient person. I hate waiting. As with everything that is Luke, though, I'm learning that God is trying to teach me so many lessons through that sweet boy. He's teaching me advocacy, tenacity, humor, compassion, trust...and patience.
So often I think what might've been and I am reminded to be thankful for our reality. IUGR babies don't typically make it to 36 weeks. If Luke hadn't, I shudder to think how MANY MORE challenges he would face. Quite honestly, I wonder if he would've lived. No doubt, it was God's first two miracles that have affected me the most: allowing us to conceive and allowing Luke to live in utero for so long. Thank you, Jesus.
We still have four HUGE specialist visits to go. And, as I checked the digital files, not a single one of those doctor's faces have graced the blog. Oh, aren't you in for some eye candy! Scott says I only choose the smart, good-looking doctors. Whatev. I say, if I have to spend that much time with them, I might as well :)
Waiting in the waiting room - and let me tell you -it was a rockstar wait.
Dr G and "I'm running out of this picture" Luke
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Top Ten: Blogging
I had a top ten all written, but sometimes you just can't publish what's going on in your brain. It's been an exceptionally tough week for many reasons. Namely, that we found out on Monday Luke has to have brain surgery next fall.
No momma wants to hear that news. But more on that in tomorrow's Luke update.
This is reason #96 I need to keep a personal journal.
In light of all that, I thought it might be good to share the top five things I love about blogging and the top five things I don't. Here goes...
TOP FIVE LOVES
1. Writing is cathartic for me.
2. It's a wonderful digital scrapbook for my children...life as it happens. Someday, I hope they will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
3. I've connected with people I thought I'd lost.
4. It helps me process and understand my thoughts so much more. Putting it all out there is one thing, but being able to put it all out there and still be me is quite another.
5. I can share my faith and how profoundly it affects me as a wife, mom and friend. What a gift.
TOP FIVE NOTSOMUCH LOVES
1. Because so many people I know (and don't know), from so many walks of life, read the blog I can't really put it all out there. I'm learning to hold my tongue.
2. I worry a little that putting so much of myself on the information superhighway could be dangerous.
3. Even though the written word is awesome, nothing beats a face-to-face convo. Sometimes folks take things the wrong way.
4. Sometimes family time is interrupted because I'm updating the blog. Finding the right balance is still a work in progress.
5. I am breaking up with Blogger...soon. It's been a good run, but I look forward to falling in love with Wordpress...even sooner.
Melancholy Kathryn made her debut this week. Hopefully Happy Kathryn will be back in the saddle before Friday :)
No momma wants to hear that news. But more on that in tomorrow's Luke update.
This is reason #96 I need to keep a personal journal.
In light of all that, I thought it might be good to share the top five things I love about blogging and the top five things I don't. Here goes...
TOP FIVE LOVES
1. Writing is cathartic for me.
2. It's a wonderful digital scrapbook for my children...life as it happens. Someday, I hope they will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
3. I've connected with people I thought I'd lost.
4. It helps me process and understand my thoughts so much more. Putting it all out there is one thing, but being able to put it all out there and still be me is quite another.
5. I can share my faith and how profoundly it affects me as a wife, mom and friend. What a gift.
TOP FIVE NOTSOMUCH LOVES
1. Because so many people I know (and don't know), from so many walks of life, read the blog I can't really put it all out there. I'm learning to hold my tongue.
2. I worry a little that putting so much of myself on the information superhighway could be dangerous.
3. Even though the written word is awesome, nothing beats a face-to-face convo. Sometimes folks take things the wrong way.
4. Sometimes family time is interrupted because I'm updating the blog. Finding the right balance is still a work in progress.
5. I am breaking up with Blogger...soon. It's been a good run, but I look forward to falling in love with Wordpress...even sooner.
Melancholy Kathryn made her debut this week. Hopefully Happy Kathryn will be back in the saddle before Friday :)
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Dominican Sister Love
You've heard me rave about the Ann Arbor Dominicans we have here in our Diocese. We love them and cherish their influence on our children. Before we knew them, though, we were introduced to an equally fine bunch of Dominicans from Nashville.
Back in 2000, Scott and I emceed a teen retreat for 700 at our parish, "Destination Jesus." Parishes from around the diocese attend and the following year, when we emceed again, a group from St. Cecilia Academy joined in the fun. It was there I met Sr. Anna Laura (name ring a bell??) I was eight and a half months pregnant and having the time of my life. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know they made Sisters that: 1) young, 2) joyful, 3) prayerful and 4) personable. Sr. Anna Laura was from Arkansas, had a twang like me and laughed like nobody's business. When she shared her vocation story I fell even more in love with her as a person. I guess you could say she and those Sisters taught me how to be a better wife - and soon - a better mom.
She returned to DJ, then I took a couple of trips back to Nashville to help put on their first "Teens with Christ" retreat and a day retreat at St. Cecilia. Sr. Anna Laura was moved to a new mission, we moved back to Texas, but the friendship continued. Somehow life always found us. She presented at an Aggie Awakening, we made the trek to Sommerville. We were on our way to Indy and stopped at the Motherhouse to say howdy. The last time we saw each other was July 2004. John Paul was a baby and Will was only 4. A lifetime ago. Our yearly Christmas letters kept us in touch and I was always grateful to receive hers. When God gave us a baby girl, there was never a question what her name would be, Anna-Laura Grace.
Then, this Wednesday, my cell phone rings. I didn't recognize the number, so I sent it to voicemail. When I saw the message pop up, I listened and almost cried. Sr. Anna Laura was on the other end of the line and she and two others Sisters were in Houston, preparing to launch Frassati Catholic High School. Note to my Houstonian friends, if you live in Spring/Woodlands, the school opens Fall 2013. Get your kids enrolled!! I tell ya, that God works in mysterious ways. Our running joke was that somehow we would pray them to Texas, guess it only took ten years :) Now look at the Lonestar State, we have Dominicans everywhere!
Saturday morning, a sweet knock, a "Hey Whitaker's" and a lovely laugh rang through our house. Sr. Anna Laura, Sr. John Paul and Sr. Mary Albert walked through our door. It was a lovely afternoon of visiting, talking about the new high school and praying. John Paul was stoked to have a Sister "named after him" (HA) and Clare kept wondering where her Sister might be. The conversations we shared were awesome and it was great to see an old friend and meet two new ones. Just before they left, we were able to attend the Saturday Vigil Mass. We were given a great gift of the Sisters time on Saturday and it is one I will always cherish. How blessed are we to know two amazing groups of Dominican Sisters.
I had to pause for a bit on Saturday. Sr. Anna Laura and I were visting in the kitchen and it struck me. So many people we love have walked through the doors of our home and shared a meal with us. There are such precious memories of family and friends in our home. Everytime I look around our home, I am reminded of those gifts. I truly believe, when you invite someone into your home, you're inviting them into your life.
Our love is equal for both those groups of Sisters and my life has been permanently altered because of their presence. Thanks be to God!
The Anna Laura's :)
Will, in deep conversation with Sr. John Paul and Sr. Mary Albert about something riveting...
The whole bunch!
I used to joke with Sr. Anna Laura that it was a good thing I met Scott before her, otherwise I might've joined them in Nashville. But, Scott is THE reason why I converted to Catholicism and it's likely I would've never give the Sisters a second glance if I'd remained Protestant. Life is as it should be.
Is that just total joy or what?
Back in 2000, Scott and I emceed a teen retreat for 700 at our parish, "Destination Jesus." Parishes from around the diocese attend and the following year, when we emceed again, a group from St. Cecilia Academy joined in the fun. It was there I met Sr. Anna Laura (name ring a bell??) I was eight and a half months pregnant and having the time of my life. To be perfectly honest, I didn't know they made Sisters that: 1) young, 2) joyful, 3) prayerful and 4) personable. Sr. Anna Laura was from Arkansas, had a twang like me and laughed like nobody's business. When she shared her vocation story I fell even more in love with her as a person. I guess you could say she and those Sisters taught me how to be a better wife - and soon - a better mom.
She returned to DJ, then I took a couple of trips back to Nashville to help put on their first "Teens with Christ" retreat and a day retreat at St. Cecilia. Sr. Anna Laura was moved to a new mission, we moved back to Texas, but the friendship continued. Somehow life always found us. She presented at an Aggie Awakening, we made the trek to Sommerville. We were on our way to Indy and stopped at the Motherhouse to say howdy. The last time we saw each other was July 2004. John Paul was a baby and Will was only 4. A lifetime ago. Our yearly Christmas letters kept us in touch and I was always grateful to receive hers. When God gave us a baby girl, there was never a question what her name would be, Anna-Laura Grace.
Then, this Wednesday, my cell phone rings. I didn't recognize the number, so I sent it to voicemail. When I saw the message pop up, I listened and almost cried. Sr. Anna Laura was on the other end of the line and she and two others Sisters were in Houston, preparing to launch Frassati Catholic High School. Note to my Houstonian friends, if you live in Spring/Woodlands, the school opens Fall 2013. Get your kids enrolled!! I tell ya, that God works in mysterious ways. Our running joke was that somehow we would pray them to Texas, guess it only took ten years :) Now look at the Lonestar State, we have Dominicans everywhere!
Saturday morning, a sweet knock, a "Hey Whitaker's" and a lovely laugh rang through our house. Sr. Anna Laura, Sr. John Paul and Sr. Mary Albert walked through our door. It was a lovely afternoon of visiting, talking about the new high school and praying. John Paul was stoked to have a Sister "named after him" (HA) and Clare kept wondering where her Sister might be. The conversations we shared were awesome and it was great to see an old friend and meet two new ones. Just before they left, we were able to attend the Saturday Vigil Mass. We were given a great gift of the Sisters time on Saturday and it is one I will always cherish. How blessed are we to know two amazing groups of Dominican Sisters.
I had to pause for a bit on Saturday. Sr. Anna Laura and I were visting in the kitchen and it struck me. So many people we love have walked through the doors of our home and shared a meal with us. There are such precious memories of family and friends in our home. Everytime I look around our home, I am reminded of those gifts. I truly believe, when you invite someone into your home, you're inviting them into your life.
Our love is equal for both those groups of Sisters and my life has been permanently altered because of their presence. Thanks be to God!
The Anna Laura's :)
Will, in deep conversation with Sr. John Paul and Sr. Mary Albert about something riveting...
The whole bunch!
I used to joke with Sr. Anna Laura that it was a good thing I met Scott before her, otherwise I might've joined them in Nashville. But, Scott is THE reason why I converted to Catholicism and it's likely I would've never give the Sisters a second glance if I'd remained Protestant. Life is as it should be.
Is that just total joy or what?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Prayers for Luke!
It's a big three weeks for Master Luke. Beginning this morning, he has five specialists visits during the next three weeks.
On tap today? Neurosurgery aka brain surgeon. It's a biggie. We've been flirting with surgery to close the gap in his skull. To date, it hasn't closed on its own and while we've been praying it closed, I still think it's the same size it was last year. We'll likely talk about our options: waiting vs. closing it surgically and what that timeline may look like.
Our doctor is a rockstar, so that always makes it easier. He's never graced the pages of the blog, so expect to see a photo of him and Luke later today (I hope!)
HDYDI will return next week.
On tap today? Neurosurgery aka brain surgeon. It's a biggie. We've been flirting with surgery to close the gap in his skull. To date, it hasn't closed on its own and while we've been praying it closed, I still think it's the same size it was last year. We'll likely talk about our options: waiting vs. closing it surgically and what that timeline may look like.
Our doctor is a rockstar, so that always makes it easier. He's never graced the pages of the blog, so expect to see a photo of him and Luke later today (I hope!)
HDYDI will return next week.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Making Peace with Carline
While this post has many things to do with my kids' school, it's really for all parents who have a child in school that requires them to roll through the pickup line.
The last two years, we've kinda been the wallflower parents, not because we wanted to, but because we had to. Our life has been all about keeping Luke alive. Now that he's starting to hit a bit of his stride, we're slowly, but surely, dipping our toes back in the volunteer pool.
Late last fall, I contacted our school's assistant principal and shared my concerns with her about the efficiency and safety of the dropoff and pickup procedures. I arrogantly thought I had all the answers. She was so kind and gracious to listen to me. Then, this spring, I contacted her again after a near miss of car vs. student. To be honest, it completely freaked me out. The safety of our kids was weighing heavily on my mind. Just ask Scott, he had to listen to me every night as I walked through every possible option to fix the problem. I even drove up to the school to see if that spurred any new ideas. As providence would have it, Mrs. L asked if I would serve as chair of a committee to address the concerns and come up with some possible solutions for her to share with the principal.
I immediately said yes. Not because I was all that, but because I could not get that image of that student's scared face out of my head. The committee was formed and we met over the course of three weeks at my house in June. I won't blow their cover :) However, I think it's important to note that those parents included: leaders on campus, a brand-new family, a family that has been at the school since its inception, parents of a middle schooler and a high schooler at the neighboring Savio campus, those with one child, those with four. I think it was a mighty fine representation of the many viewpoints of our school community.
Our first meeting we discussed, with Mrs. L, all our concerns and all the problem areas. And I mean ALL. Two hours later, we had a list of things that needed our attention. Our charge was to come back the next week with ideas of how to address each concern. We met again, without Mrs. L, to discuss our ideas. She wanted us to brainstorm without limitations. I am extremely proud of the ideas we generated. It was a fantastic meeting. I sent our ideas to Mrs. L and she then shared them with the principal, Savio and St. Vincent de Paul (the nearby parish) and we met again to discuss possible changes to the procedures.
Ultimately, each one of us wanted our kids to be safer. And, as I thought about that some more, I realized what a tremendous cross our administrators and faculty carry each day. I am responsible for my five children. They are responsible for 488. FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT. Folks, that is no small cross. We are quick to criticize when something doesn't go well, but slow to commend for the amazing job they do everyday in keeping our children, YOUR children, safe.
Under the new system for dropoff and pickup it's my hope that parents practice patience (there are going to be kinks to work out), realize that it might be a slight inconvenience to pick up at two campuses, but our kids safety is more than worth it, and...most importantly...that we all realize that our children's safety is not worth gambling.
Trust me, we thought of the many scenarios:
But, I'm just going to park my car in this fire zone/no parking area for five minutes while I run into the kindergarten classroom. I'm the only one parked here!
I have kids at both schools, it is not that big of a deal for me to cross the carline traffic. I'm with my kids the entire time!
Oh, my brakes work and I'm paying attention. If I see a kid crossing where they shouldn't, I'll just hit the brakes and keep an eye out.
This phone call is really important, I'll just put them on speaker while I drive through carline to pick up my kids.
And about 1,000 more.
This whole process taught me some invaluable lessons:
1. Always be an advocate for your child. If something concerns you, do something about it. Complaining on facebook is completely pointless.
2. Don't be so quick to judge the process.
3. Step out of yourself and look at the bigger situation. Is there a reason why it's done the way it is?
4. Follow the rules. Our administrators have plenty of headaches. They are certainly not looking to make people's lives more complicated. They are, however, completely obsessed about safety. I'd say that's a mighty healthy obsession.
May this school year be your very best yet and may it be a year of learning...for all of us.
The last two years, we've kinda been the wallflower parents, not because we wanted to, but because we had to. Our life has been all about keeping Luke alive. Now that he's starting to hit a bit of his stride, we're slowly, but surely, dipping our toes back in the volunteer pool.
Late last fall, I contacted our school's assistant principal and shared my concerns with her about the efficiency and safety of the dropoff and pickup procedures. I arrogantly thought I had all the answers. She was so kind and gracious to listen to me. Then, this spring, I contacted her again after a near miss of car vs. student. To be honest, it completely freaked me out. The safety of our kids was weighing heavily on my mind. Just ask Scott, he had to listen to me every night as I walked through every possible option to fix the problem. I even drove up to the school to see if that spurred any new ideas. As providence would have it, Mrs. L asked if I would serve as chair of a committee to address the concerns and come up with some possible solutions for her to share with the principal.
I immediately said yes. Not because I was all that, but because I could not get that image of that student's scared face out of my head. The committee was formed and we met over the course of three weeks at my house in June. I won't blow their cover :) However, I think it's important to note that those parents included: leaders on campus, a brand-new family, a family that has been at the school since its inception, parents of a middle schooler and a high schooler at the neighboring Savio campus, those with one child, those with four. I think it was a mighty fine representation of the many viewpoints of our school community.
Our first meeting we discussed, with Mrs. L, all our concerns and all the problem areas. And I mean ALL. Two hours later, we had a list of things that needed our attention. Our charge was to come back the next week with ideas of how to address each concern. We met again, without Mrs. L, to discuss our ideas. She wanted us to brainstorm without limitations. I am extremely proud of the ideas we generated. It was a fantastic meeting. I sent our ideas to Mrs. L and she then shared them with the principal, Savio and St. Vincent de Paul (the nearby parish) and we met again to discuss possible changes to the procedures.
Ultimately, each one of us wanted our kids to be safer. And, as I thought about that some more, I realized what a tremendous cross our administrators and faculty carry each day. I am responsible for my five children. They are responsible for 488. FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY EIGHT. Folks, that is no small cross. We are quick to criticize when something doesn't go well, but slow to commend for the amazing job they do everyday in keeping our children, YOUR children, safe.
Under the new system for dropoff and pickup it's my hope that parents practice patience (there are going to be kinks to work out), realize that it might be a slight inconvenience to pick up at two campuses, but our kids safety is more than worth it, and...most importantly...that we all realize that our children's safety is not worth gambling.
Trust me, we thought of the many scenarios:
But, I'm just going to park my car in this fire zone/no parking area for five minutes while I run into the kindergarten classroom. I'm the only one parked here!
I have kids at both schools, it is not that big of a deal for me to cross the carline traffic. I'm with my kids the entire time!
Oh, my brakes work and I'm paying attention. If I see a kid crossing where they shouldn't, I'll just hit the brakes and keep an eye out.
This phone call is really important, I'll just put them on speaker while I drive through carline to pick up my kids.
And about 1,000 more.
This whole process taught me some invaluable lessons:
1. Always be an advocate for your child. If something concerns you, do something about it. Complaining on facebook is completely pointless.
2. Don't be so quick to judge the process.
3. Step out of yourself and look at the bigger situation. Is there a reason why it's done the way it is?
4. Follow the rules. Our administrators have plenty of headaches. They are certainly not looking to make people's lives more complicated. They are, however, completely obsessed about safety. I'd say that's a mighty healthy obsession.
May this school year be your very best yet and may it be a year of learning...for all of us.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Back to school
Every year I think...
...summer will last longer.
...we will be more prepared for the first day.
...I will not cry.
...I can freeze time.
...my kids will always want their picture taken with the family.
And every year, I am wrong.
Summer was fabulous until we hit the 4th of July. Then it just stank. But, it is what it is. No use lamenting all the things we didn't get to do. Time to make up for it and have a great fall. Flag football has already started for the boys and they are loving it. Bring on the pigskin.
I've been feeling really cruddy since Friday. Come to find out, I have bronchitis. Yippee {sarcasm font}. So, I did NOT put my cell phone by the back door. I did NOT put the CF card back in the camera. And, I did NOT make sure Clare's shoes were out. Hence, we got to school and realized we left all three said items AT THE HOUSE. Scott dashed home and made it back just in time for us to snap a few pics before sending everyone to their classrooms. I guess the second day of school pictures will be just as cute. I can already hear the kids groaning. Tough stuff. They're doing it anyway. Perk of being the parent.
The tears didn't hit until mid-morning when I realized the craziness pre-empted them. That was probably a good thing. It's just hard (and awesome) to see your babies grow up, you know?
Anna-Laura bounded into our room at 6:45 this morning, dressed and ready to go. I tell you now. There is not a child on earth more excited about going to school than her. I pray it is always that way. Even though the boys grumbled a little bit, they were pretty excited to see their friends and meet their teachers, too. JP was over the moon when he spotted the word search (his all-time favorite thing to do) on his desk. The teacher even overheard him say at orientation how he always sat in the back and so she moved him right up front. Now that was thoughtful. Will, I'm sure, just wanted to die when I summoned him from his desk to take a picture. I'll be forgiven at pick-up, I hope. I just couldn't let the first day go by without snapping a photo.
I pray this year is an awesome one. Those kids of mine are pretty special and I look forward to inviting three new teachers to join our family this year. I hope your first day went as beautifully!
Oh, may I add that Clare was NOT having this photo? Her foot hurt so we all just went to where she was standing and took the photo anyway. A grumpy Clare is better than no Clare!
...summer will last longer.
...we will be more prepared for the first day.
...I will not cry.
...I can freeze time.
...my kids will always want their picture taken with the family.
And every year, I am wrong.
Summer was fabulous until we hit the 4th of July. Then it just stank. But, it is what it is. No use lamenting all the things we didn't get to do. Time to make up for it and have a great fall. Flag football has already started for the boys and they are loving it. Bring on the pigskin.
I've been feeling really cruddy since Friday. Come to find out, I have bronchitis. Yippee {sarcasm font}. So, I did NOT put my cell phone by the back door. I did NOT put the CF card back in the camera. And, I did NOT make sure Clare's shoes were out. Hence, we got to school and realized we left all three said items AT THE HOUSE. Scott dashed home and made it back just in time for us to snap a few pics before sending everyone to their classrooms. I guess the second day of school pictures will be just as cute. I can already hear the kids groaning. Tough stuff. They're doing it anyway. Perk of being the parent.
The tears didn't hit until mid-morning when I realized the craziness pre-empted them. That was probably a good thing. It's just hard (and awesome) to see your babies grow up, you know?
Anna-Laura bounded into our room at 6:45 this morning, dressed and ready to go. I tell you now. There is not a child on earth more excited about going to school than her. I pray it is always that way. Even though the boys grumbled a little bit, they were pretty excited to see their friends and meet their teachers, too. JP was over the moon when he spotted the word search (his all-time favorite thing to do) on his desk. The teacher even overheard him say at orientation how he always sat in the back and so she moved him right up front. Now that was thoughtful. Will, I'm sure, just wanted to die when I summoned him from his desk to take a picture. I'll be forgiven at pick-up, I hope. I just couldn't let the first day go by without snapping a photo.
I pray this year is an awesome one. Those kids of mine are pretty special and I look forward to inviting three new teachers to join our family this year. I hope your first day went as beautifully!
Oh, may I add that Clare was NOT having this photo? Her foot hurt so we all just went to where she was standing and took the photo anyway. A grumpy Clare is better than no Clare!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Exhausted
School starts tomorrow, Luke is still sick :( and now I think I might be getting pneumonia, too. Calling the doctor in the morning if I'm not feeling better. Hopefully I'll get your family "first day of school" pic up tomorrow!
Friday, August 12, 2011
QOTW: August 12, 2011
"My brain is already asleep."
Anna-Laura, as I gave her a kiss and hug before bedtime. Mine too, pretty girl.
"I'm quished." AND "I want a nack."
Clare. I love 4yo lingo. I will never stop correcting her because someday (sooner than I'd like) she'll be talking just the way she should.
Here's your story:
Earlier this week, both the girls had their well checks. I decided to do a 2-for-1 as I thought it might be easier. I'm not sure that it was easier, but it sure was more entertaining! Our sitter wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it, so I was on tap with all five kiddos. Fun. Times. We arrived at the doctor's office and I noticed lots of people practicing their math skills counting my children.
I think I'm going to get a new shirt that reads:
STOP COUNTING. I HAVE FIVE CHILDREN.
Anyhoodle, back to the story. I totally spaced that at the 4-year visit, there is the vision and hearing screen. Amazingly, Clare passed even with all the distractions. Then there were the five - yes FIVE - forms I had to fill out about autism, lead paint, developmental concerns and eating habits. By the time I finished those, I heard a knock at the door. Dr. E walked in and Clare announced, "Mommy, I need to potty."
Of course you do.
I sent John Paul and C off to the bathroom, while Dr. E visited with ALG. C showed back up, then Dr. E reminded me of the (spell it with me) s-h-o-t-s. ARG. How did I forget that she gets two? I'm pretty sure the greater Austin area heard her screaming, "Mommy, nooooooooooo. I don't wanna get owies. No. No. No. Noooooooo." Repeat 8,000 times.
Somehow we survived. Just in time for me to remember that Luke's therapy appointment was in 15 minutes.
We did have a great weekend planned and I don't really care that pneumonia has reentered the vortex. We're going to do our darndest to still make it a great one. After all, it's our last before school starts. Sniff. Sniff. No doubt there will be pool time, movie time and family time.
When you get a moment, please offer up this prayer: Lord, please heal Luke's body. Allow the medicine to help his lungs, not harm his precious belly. Guide us as we watch for adverse symptoms and grant us peace. Amen.
Make it a great weekend!
Anna-Laura, as I gave her a kiss and hug before bedtime. Mine too, pretty girl.
"I'm quished." AND "I want a nack."
Clare. I love 4yo lingo. I will never stop correcting her because someday (sooner than I'd like) she'll be talking just the way she should.
Here's your story:
Earlier this week, both the girls had their well checks. I decided to do a 2-for-1 as I thought it might be easier. I'm not sure that it was easier, but it sure was more entertaining! Our sitter wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it, so I was on tap with all five kiddos. Fun. Times. We arrived at the doctor's office and I noticed lots of people practicing their math skills counting my children.
I think I'm going to get a new shirt that reads:
STOP COUNTING. I HAVE FIVE CHILDREN.
Anyhoodle, back to the story. I totally spaced that at the 4-year visit, there is the vision and hearing screen. Amazingly, Clare passed even with all the distractions. Then there were the five - yes FIVE - forms I had to fill out about autism, lead paint, developmental concerns and eating habits. By the time I finished those, I heard a knock at the door. Dr. E walked in and Clare announced, "Mommy, I need to potty."
Of course you do.
I sent John Paul and C off to the bathroom, while Dr. E visited with ALG. C showed back up, then Dr. E reminded me of the (spell it with me) s-h-o-t-s. ARG. How did I forget that she gets two? I'm pretty sure the greater Austin area heard her screaming, "Mommy, nooooooooooo. I don't wanna get owies. No. No. No. Noooooooo." Repeat 8,000 times.
Somehow we survived. Just in time for me to remember that Luke's therapy appointment was in 15 minutes.
We did have a great weekend planned and I don't really care that pneumonia has reentered the vortex. We're going to do our darndest to still make it a great one. After all, it's our last before school starts. Sniff. Sniff. No doubt there will be pool time, movie time and family time.
When you get a moment, please offer up this prayer: Lord, please heal Luke's body. Allow the medicine to help his lungs, not harm his precious belly. Guide us as we watch for adverse symptoms and grant us peace. Amen.
Make it a great weekend!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Really? Really.
Sometimes you just need to cry in your minivan.
Sometimes you need to say words that only God will hear.
Sometimes you wonder why you pay the insurance company when you should really be paying your pediatrician's lighting bill.
Sometimes you just feel like one more bad break might just break you.
Then you wipe away the tears, dose the meds, put a bandaid on the stupid hand you just cut opening the syringe, apologize to your kids for yelling and settle in on the couch for a beer with your husband.
You know, because tonight was supposed to be date night. But instead, you spent it at the after-hours clinic with your son who has pneumonia. Again. Actually, it never went away. The meds that we thought worked, well...didn't. Now said mom is sorta freaking out because the only option left is the one that's hard on the belly. And, sweet boy's belly isn't all that tolerant.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Thank you God for amazing friends, for social media, for a loving husband and for a dose of perspective tonight. Because as I sat in my minivan crying in the Walgreen's parking lot (seriously, how LAME is that??) I thought of another mom tonight who sheds the same tears for a baby seriously ill in the NICU. Yeah. Been there, done that. We are definitely making progress. We just have to take a few steps back every now and then.
Sometimes you need to say words that only God will hear.
Sometimes you wonder why you pay the insurance company when you should really be paying your pediatrician's lighting bill.
Sometimes you just feel like one more bad break might just break you.
Then you wipe away the tears, dose the meds, put a bandaid on the stupid hand you just cut opening the syringe, apologize to your kids for yelling and settle in on the couch for a beer with your husband.
You know, because tonight was supposed to be date night. But instead, you spent it at the after-hours clinic with your son who has pneumonia. Again. Actually, it never went away. The meds that we thought worked, well...didn't. Now said mom is sorta freaking out because the only option left is the one that's hard on the belly. And, sweet boy's belly isn't all that tolerant.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Thank you God for amazing friends, for social media, for a loving husband and for a dose of perspective tonight. Because as I sat in my minivan crying in the Walgreen's parking lot (seriously, how LAME is that??) I thought of another mom tonight who sheds the same tears for a baby seriously ill in the NICU. Yeah. Been there, done that. We are definitely making progress. We just have to take a few steps back every now and then.
Before & After: The Toy Closet
I don't know about y'all, but my toys mate and multiply almost as quickly as people in my house! With five kids, the toy closet in our gameroom had spun completely out of control.
We were constantly reminding the kids where all the toys went, even though most bins were labeled. Inevitably, toys ended up crammed in random spaces or piled on the floor. A lot of good all those shelves did. With the start of school looming around the corner, I knew I needed to take action and get a better system. This closet was stressing me out and the kids were complaining way too much about how they couldn't find anything.
First, I took everything out of the closet and did one of the following:
1) Found lost toy souls and reunited them with their original owner.
2) Trashed it.
3) Donated it.
4) Kept it.
A clean slate makes it so much easier to really reevaluate just what you want to put back in the space.
After we trashed, donated and reunited, then I started sorting the "keep" toys by category (blocks, educational, dress-up clothes, cars/trucks, Barbie, etc.) Then, I measured each shelf (length, width and height). My oldest and I grabbed the tape measure and headed out the door to Target. But, not before ever-so-kindly asking my husband to paint the closet. Aqua. He shook his head and said, "Ok." But I knew he thought I was off my rocker. We had half a gallon left over from our laundry room paint job and I just thought it would be a way fun color for such a way fun closet. Plus, it was FREE.
When we returned, this is what I saw. Feast your eyes!! Hi fun closet. I wish I could say the whole "paint your closet a fun color" was my idea, but I was really inspired by House of Smiths and iHeartOrganizing.
Will and I scored some great colorful crates on SALE at Target. Note to self: shopping for storage containers in August brings great sales as kids head back to school and college.
So, at $3.49/crate, I only spent $52.35 on new bins. They did have small holes in them, but we only had one bin of toys where that was a problem. I just used two clear plastic shoeboxes I already had from The Container Store to stow them and they fit perfectly in the bins. The two polkadot boxes up top were $9.99/each and store our one billion legos. Yes, we really have that many. I reorganized the toy bins based on kid height and age appropriateness. Also, my handy Dymo labeler saved the day as usual. The kids can read the labels and visually see what goes in the bins. I got all the kids involved in the sorting and they were only too happy to help. It's made keeping it organized, yet functional, easier because they have some ownership. It wasn't just "Mom's project."
We love it - $75 well spent!
We were constantly reminding the kids where all the toys went, even though most bins were labeled. Inevitably, toys ended up crammed in random spaces or piled on the floor. A lot of good all those shelves did. With the start of school looming around the corner, I knew I needed to take action and get a better system. This closet was stressing me out and the kids were complaining way too much about how they couldn't find anything.
First, I took everything out of the closet and did one of the following:
1) Found lost toy souls and reunited them with their original owner.
2) Trashed it.
3) Donated it.
4) Kept it.
A clean slate makes it so much easier to really reevaluate just what you want to put back in the space.
After we trashed, donated and reunited, then I started sorting the "keep" toys by category (blocks, educational, dress-up clothes, cars/trucks, Barbie, etc.) Then, I measured each shelf (length, width and height). My oldest and I grabbed the tape measure and headed out the door to Target. But, not before ever-so-kindly asking my husband to paint the closet. Aqua. He shook his head and said, "Ok." But I knew he thought I was off my rocker. We had half a gallon left over from our laundry room paint job and I just thought it would be a way fun color for such a way fun closet. Plus, it was FREE.
When we returned, this is what I saw. Feast your eyes!! Hi fun closet. I wish I could say the whole "paint your closet a fun color" was my idea, but I was really inspired by House of Smiths and iHeartOrganizing.
Will and I scored some great colorful crates on SALE at Target. Note to self: shopping for storage containers in August brings great sales as kids head back to school and college.
So, at $3.49/crate, I only spent $52.35 on new bins. They did have small holes in them, but we only had one bin of toys where that was a problem. I just used two clear plastic shoeboxes I already had from The Container Store to stow them and they fit perfectly in the bins. The two polkadot boxes up top were $9.99/each and store our one billion legos. Yes, we really have that many. I reorganized the toy bins based on kid height and age appropriateness. Also, my handy Dymo labeler saved the day as usual. The kids can read the labels and visually see what goes in the bins. I got all the kids involved in the sorting and they were only too happy to help. It's made keeping it organized, yet functional, easier because they have some ownership. It wasn't just "Mom's project."
We love it - $75 well spent!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Top Ten: Little Wins
As we work to get ourselves geared up for another school year, which begins next Tuesday (EEEK), I'm looking to find "wins" in the little things. Because Lord knows the big things set me off in a tailspin. Here they are, in no particular order:
TOP TEN: LITTLE WINS
1. I cleaned out and organized the recipe box. I'm cooking again! It is so lovely not being stressed about dinner.
2. I bit the bullet and called the hospital to get the d-lo on all Luke's outstanding medical bills. Not as bad as I thought.
3. The kids are remembering to put sunscreen on before they head outside. Hey, it only took ALL of summer to get that one down.
4. My hair is growing back. You may not think that's so fab, but after having it fall out in heaps for the last two years, I am overjoyed it's decided to make a comeback.
5. We finally found all of the Princess "Go Fish" cards. {related post tomorrow - get excited}
6. I finished the laundry on Monday (as in washed, dried, folded, put up and ironed) all before Scott got home. Whoa. First time in 10 years.
7. We've made it to the pool twice in the last two weeks and I did it all by myself with all five kids. No tantrums. No screaming. Perhaps it had something to do with the promise of skittles at the end of the trip. Maybe?
8. I finally found Belle's (as in Snoopy's girl) nose. I've been looking for it for 8 weeks.
9. The kitchen stove grates no longer have nasty black ick on them, thanks to an overnight soaking in ammonia. Oh, how I love thee.
10. I didn't break a nail this week.
See, earth shattering stuff. Tomorrow, I have your before and after and IT. IS. DIVINE. along with some great quotes and a funny story on Friday. Oh the suspense.
TOP TEN: LITTLE WINS
1. I cleaned out and organized the recipe box. I'm cooking again! It is so lovely not being stressed about dinner.
2. I bit the bullet and called the hospital to get the d-lo on all Luke's outstanding medical bills. Not as bad as I thought.
3. The kids are remembering to put sunscreen on before they head outside. Hey, it only took ALL of summer to get that one down.
4. My hair is growing back. You may not think that's so fab, but after having it fall out in heaps for the last two years, I am overjoyed it's decided to make a comeback.
5. We finally found all of the Princess "Go Fish" cards. {related post tomorrow - get excited}
6. I finished the laundry on Monday (as in washed, dried, folded, put up and ironed) all before Scott got home. Whoa. First time in 10 years.
7. We've made it to the pool twice in the last two weeks and I did it all by myself with all five kids. No tantrums. No screaming. Perhaps it had something to do with the promise of skittles at the end of the trip. Maybe?
8. I finally found Belle's (as in Snoopy's girl) nose. I've been looking for it for 8 weeks.
9. The kitchen stove grates no longer have nasty black ick on them, thanks to an overnight soaking in ammonia. Oh, how I love thee.
10. I didn't break a nail this week.
See, earth shattering stuff. Tomorrow, I have your before and after and IT. IS. DIVINE. along with some great quotes and a funny story on Friday. Oh the suspense.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Southern Living love
I don't profess this to be a cooking blog, but I do profess to be a cook. My mom always told me the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. That advice, coupled with nine years in 4-H food shows, has taught me a few things in the kitchen.
Mostly? Get a subscription to Southern Living magazine. Or, at the very least, go buy a SL cookbook. Any one will do, but my two favorites are "Easy Weeknight Favorites" and "The Ultimate SL Cookbook."
Part of my summer cleaning involved finishing or trashing projects that have been piling up around the house. First on tap was the recipe box. I found some jewels in there. Who knew?? Even though it's super easy to call Austin's Pizza for takeout or swing by Sonic on half-price burger night, the eating out is not good for the waist or the wallet.
I love, love, love shrimp. When I came across this recipe, I had to try it out. My kids actually licked their plates. Yes, they really did. I contemplated not even putting the dishes through the wash.
Just click HERE for the most delicious CAJUN SHRIMP CASSEROLE you will ever eat! I did use the cream of shrimp soup and highly recommend NOT substituting it. I'm definitely going to make this ahead and freeze for use during the busy school year.
Enjoy!
Mostly? Get a subscription to Southern Living magazine. Or, at the very least, go buy a SL cookbook. Any one will do, but my two favorites are "Easy Weeknight Favorites" and "The Ultimate SL Cookbook."
Part of my summer cleaning involved finishing or trashing projects that have been piling up around the house. First on tap was the recipe box. I found some jewels in there. Who knew?? Even though it's super easy to call Austin's Pizza for takeout or swing by Sonic on half-price burger night, the eating out is not good for the waist or the wallet.
I love, love, love shrimp. When I came across this recipe, I had to try it out. My kids actually licked their plates. Yes, they really did. I contemplated not even putting the dishes through the wash.
Just click HERE for the most delicious CAJUN SHRIMP CASSEROLE you will ever eat! I did use the cream of shrimp soup and highly recommend NOT substituting it. I'm definitely going to make this ahead and freeze for use during the busy school year.
Enjoy!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Guest Blogging today!
This beautiful Monday morning I'm guest blogging over at Catholic Mother's Online. Today's post is for anyone who has ever wondered...am I done having children or not?
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Friday, August 5, 2011
QOTW: August 5, 2011
This is really more of story. A couple of days ago, I got the kids started on lunch while I washed dishes. The boys were being all "creative" with their pretzel sticks and spelling out words. Just before I pat myself on the back, I looked down to see John Paul's word...
PEE
"What, Mom?" he said, as he quickly ate the "p". It says "EE".
I couldn't even hide my laughter. That was pretty funny, buddy.
"So when you're big like me, your brain is bigger and you can put more stuff in it."
John Paul, reasoning why Luke just didn't understand as much as he did.
"I have book reporters block."
Will trying to explain to me why he still hadn't finished his summer book reports for school. Nice try, sir. Get to work.
"Caweee."
Luke, trying to say "call me". The kids saw it in a movie and Luke picked up the hand motion and the saying. So cute.
I am so hopeful that the sickness has truly left the building. July just stunk. it. up. ALG's repeat x-rays are still showing some pneumonia, so we'll repeat them again in another couple of weeks. All in all, though, everyone is feeling pretty good. We have a fun weekend ahead, a little Aggie Catholic get together, a little school pant hemming and some family time. My heart is happy/sad that summer is almost over. Just one more week! EEK.
Make it a great weekend. See y'all Monday.
PEE
"What, Mom?" he said, as he quickly ate the "p". It says "EE".
I couldn't even hide my laughter. That was pretty funny, buddy.
"So when you're big like me, your brain is bigger and you can put more stuff in it."
John Paul, reasoning why Luke just didn't understand as much as he did.
"I have book reporters block."
Will trying to explain to me why he still hadn't finished his summer book reports for school. Nice try, sir. Get to work.
"Caweee."
Luke, trying to say "call me". The kids saw it in a movie and Luke picked up the hand motion and the saying. So cute.
I am so hopeful that the sickness has truly left the building. July just stunk. it. up. ALG's repeat x-rays are still showing some pneumonia, so we'll repeat them again in another couple of weeks. All in all, though, everyone is feeling pretty good. We have a fun weekend ahead, a little Aggie Catholic get together, a little school pant hemming and some family time. My heart is happy/sad that summer is almost over. Just one more week! EEK.
Make it a great weekend. See y'all Monday.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Before & After: The Nursery
This room has been done for eons. Eons, people! We painted it when I was still six months preggo and Luke is almost two. It's days like today I realize what a vortex I've been in the past couple of years. Did 2009 and 2010 even happen??
My goodness, John Paul looks like a baby in this photo! Nevertheless, it was a room that was initially painted and all the furniture and drapes moved in and hung up long before Luke arrived. And it was a good 8-9 months after he was born that he actually slept in this room. The swing was SO our friend during those horrific hospital stays, bouts with RSV and everything other yucky thing in between. I've added all the other stuff since he took up residence.
The drapes are one of my favorite features. They are thick and serve as great decoration, as well as the all-too-functional room darkening shade. I believe every nursery must have these. Luke's room is like sleeping in a hotel room. I lurve it. The box fan to your left is our sound machine. Yes, I know they make smaller ones. This one works, it's paid for, it's what we use. Don't judge. The bookcase was made by my grandfather and is now on it's fourth or fifth different coat of paint. I snagged the baskets on sale at Target and they hold a few stuffed animals and books.
The furniture we bought about 11 years ago and it still looks brand new. I am super sad that when all the babies leave our house, we have to trash our crib, though. It has that railing on the side that slides down. {sigh} For now, we have it stationary using Scott's workbench clamps. Classy, I know. This is why you don't see a picture of the crib yet. That's on the honey-do list.
The artwork on the door was put there by Clare (a creation she made for Luke during one of his hospital stays) and I can't bring myself to take it down. I love it for so many reasons. That little peg rail to the left of the changing table is one of the things I wish I could take design credit for, on second thought, I will. It's genius, really. We use it to hang up his little backpack, jacket (during the winter) and clothes that he wore but aren't dirty enough for the hamper or clean enough for the drawer. I told you. Brilliant. The basket holds diapers, wipes, creams, brushes, etc.
Ahhh, the rocker. Scott and I have spent many a night rocking a fussy baby in that chair. It's incredibly comfortable and so durable. The little niche above has a photo of me pregnant with Luke - what a keeper - along with the baptism photos of all the kids.
What a sweet place for Luke. Love it!!
Here's a before shot.
My goodness, John Paul looks like a baby in this photo! Nevertheless, it was a room that was initially painted and all the furniture and drapes moved in and hung up long before Luke arrived. And it was a good 8-9 months after he was born that he actually slept in this room. The swing was SO our friend during those horrific hospital stays, bouts with RSV and everything other yucky thing in between. I've added all the other stuff since he took up residence.
I've blabbered long enough. Here's the after!
The drapes are one of my favorite features. They are thick and serve as great decoration, as well as the all-too-functional room darkening shade. I believe every nursery must have these. Luke's room is like sleeping in a hotel room. I lurve it. The box fan to your left is our sound machine. Yes, I know they make smaller ones. This one works, it's paid for, it's what we use. Don't judge. The bookcase was made by my grandfather and is now on it's fourth or fifth different coat of paint. I snagged the baskets on sale at Target and they hold a few stuffed animals and books.
The furniture we bought about 11 years ago and it still looks brand new. I am super sad that when all the babies leave our house, we have to trash our crib, though. It has that railing on the side that slides down. {sigh} For now, we have it stationary using Scott's workbench clamps. Classy, I know. This is why you don't see a picture of the crib yet. That's on the honey-do list.
The artwork on the door was put there by Clare (a creation she made for Luke during one of his hospital stays) and I can't bring myself to take it down. I love it for so many reasons. That little peg rail to the left of the changing table is one of the things I wish I could take design credit for, on second thought, I will. It's genius, really. We use it to hang up his little backpack, jacket (during the winter) and clothes that he wore but aren't dirty enough for the hamper or clean enough for the drawer. I told you. Brilliant. The basket holds diapers, wipes, creams, brushes, etc.
Ahhh, the rocker. Scott and I have spent many a night rocking a fussy baby in that chair. It's incredibly comfortable and so durable. The little niche above has a photo of me pregnant with Luke - what a keeper - along with the baptism photos of all the kids.
What a sweet place for Luke. Love it!!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Top Ten: Chi O
Yes, I'm a sorority girl and proud of it. I think it's worth noting that not all of us are like SNL's version. I learned some mighty important lessons wearing big bows, singing Rush songs and going to date parties. Really, I did. Read for yourself :)
TOP TEN: CHI O LOVE
1. Without a doubt, it was the relationships and sisterhood bonds I formed that are my purest love. I never did have a sister, even though I bugged my parents endlessly. Those pledge sisters of mine have been there through just about every major event in my life and everything in between. They stayed home from a football game when I was sick, making me eat and giving me my meds while I cried myself to sleep in the sorority house. They sang "Shades" at my wedding. They gave me the "real" skinny on what it's like to have a baby. They reached out when Luke was born. I love those girls, so much. We have shared tears, laughs, bad dates, parenting advice, marriage woes and margaritas together.
2. I learned how to make good choices and sidestep the bad ones. One trip to a fraternity crush party and you know what I'm talking about. There was accountability in being a Chi O. And, I was honored to be part of the best sorority on campus. Nope, not biased at all.
3. For some, I think rush/new member recruitment can be daunting and a little overwhelming. I mean, you're standing in line waiting for the doors to open and all you hear are a bunch of screaming girls banging on the door! But, after I became an active and we got to know the rushees, I saw the value of a person. I especially loved meeting a Panhandle girl. The phrase, "rent a friend, join a frat" always bothered me. Yeah, there were some girls in the chapter who were all nutso about sorority life, but most of us kept a good balance. Quite honestly, I think being in a sorority taught me that anything can be taken to the extreme. We all just have to find our balance, you know?
4. I learned to stand my ground and find my voice. At one of the social events I coordinated at Astroworld, I arranged for a bus to pick up the seniors and their dates early so they could attend Ring Dance. When a fellow officer tried to sneak on, I kicked her off. Yep. She never tried that again.
5. Our love for service was always evident in the annual Songfest. The event raises crazy amounts of money (in 2009 around $75K). Service was always a part of our mission and I loved it. Thank goodness I only had to dance in one event, though. I was such a bad dancer. So, so, so bad. This picture is evidence that I had no business on the dance floor. Ali, you look great, though.
6. My mom was a Chi Omega. I never went to A&M with a one sorority mind, in fact, I almost pledged Tri-Delt. The bond that she and I share is pretty awesome and having her at my initiation was very special. Who knows, maybe one day my girls will wear the cardinal and straw.
7. Any good Chi O will tell you she learned how to pull her best pranks while living in the sorority house. If this story is evidence, then I guess I'm a good Chi O! One Friday night, the sophomores (and a few juniors) in the house decided to "welcome home" our sisters who spent the night elsewhere. When they showed up on Saturday morning, all their beds were in the chapter room. What can I say? We were feeling brave and a little sassy.
8. My grades my first semester at A&M were...{ahem}...not super great. I'd like to blame it on my extracurriculars, but really it was because this smarty pants never learned how to study. There's nothing like a little academic probation, a few study sessions with my grand big sis and some late nights at the library to get me back on track. I actually made the Dean's List my junior and senior year. It didn't hurt that our chapter was tops on campus and we worked very hard to keep it that way.
9. My wardrobe definitely took a hit when I graduated from college. As I was looking back through some old scrapbooks a few weeks ago, I busted out laughing. Half of those clothes were my sorority sisters! It was like one big gigantic closet and you were always loving someone else's clothes other than your own. I really miss that :(
10. Chi Omega has permeated every aspect of my life. High school friends, college buddies, neighbors, playgroup moms and church friends have all entered my life - and what a great joy it was to learn that some of them were also a sister. I have to give Reese Witherspoon props on "Legally Blonde". She was right about one thing. Sisters really are for life and they would do just about anything for you.
Hoot! Hoot!
Pledge Presentation, 1992 (rockin' the big hair)
TOP TEN: CHI O LOVE
1. Without a doubt, it was the relationships and sisterhood bonds I formed that are my purest love. I never did have a sister, even though I bugged my parents endlessly. Those pledge sisters of mine have been there through just about every major event in my life and everything in between. They stayed home from a football game when I was sick, making me eat and giving me my meds while I cried myself to sleep in the sorority house. They sang "Shades" at my wedding. They gave me the "real" skinny on what it's like to have a baby. They reached out when Luke was born. I love those girls, so much. We have shared tears, laughs, bad dates, parenting advice, marriage woes and margaritas together.
2. I learned how to make good choices and sidestep the bad ones. One trip to a fraternity crush party and you know what I'm talking about. There was accountability in being a Chi O. And, I was honored to be part of the best sorority on campus. Nope, not biased at all.
First date party. Yes, that's Scott and I.
And, yes, we were all "bikered up".
3. For some, I think rush/new member recruitment can be daunting and a little overwhelming. I mean, you're standing in line waiting for the doors to open and all you hear are a bunch of screaming girls banging on the door! But, after I became an active and we got to know the rushees, I saw the value of a person. I especially loved meeting a Panhandle girl. The phrase, "rent a friend, join a frat" always bothered me. Yeah, there were some girls in the chapter who were all nutso about sorority life, but most of us kept a good balance. Quite honestly, I think being in a sorority taught me that anything can be taken to the extreme. We all just have to find our balance, you know?
4. I learned to stand my ground and find my voice. At one of the social events I coordinated at Astroworld, I arranged for a bus to pick up the seniors and their dates early so they could attend Ring Dance. When a fellow officer tried to sneak on, I kicked her off. Yep. She never tried that again.
5. Our love for service was always evident in the annual Songfest. The event raises crazy amounts of money (in 2009 around $75K). Service was always a part of our mission and I loved it. Thank goodness I only had to dance in one event, though. I was such a bad dancer. So, so, so bad. This picture is evidence that I had no business on the dance floor. Ali, you look great, though.
6. My mom was a Chi Omega. I never went to A&M with a one sorority mind, in fact, I almost pledged Tri-Delt. The bond that she and I share is pretty awesome and having her at my initiation was very special. Who knows, maybe one day my girls will wear the cardinal and straw.
7. Any good Chi O will tell you she learned how to pull her best pranks while living in the sorority house. If this story is evidence, then I guess I'm a good Chi O! One Friday night, the sophomores (and a few juniors) in the house decided to "welcome home" our sisters who spent the night elsewhere. When they showed up on Saturday morning, all their beds were in the chapter room. What can I say? We were feeling brave and a little sassy.
8. My grades my first semester at A&M were...{ahem}...not super great. I'd like to blame it on my extracurriculars, but really it was because this smarty pants never learned how to study. There's nothing like a little academic probation, a few study sessions with my grand big sis and some late nights at the library to get me back on track. I actually made the Dean's List my junior and senior year. It didn't hurt that our chapter was tops on campus and we worked very hard to keep it that way.
9. My wardrobe definitely took a hit when I graduated from college. As I was looking back through some old scrapbooks a few weeks ago, I busted out laughing. Half of those clothes were my sorority sisters! It was like one big gigantic closet and you were always loving someone else's clothes other than your own. I really miss that :(
10. Chi Omega has permeated every aspect of my life. High school friends, college buddies, neighbors, playgroup moms and church friends have all entered my life - and what a great joy it was to learn that some of them were also a sister. I have to give Reese Witherspoon props on "Legally Blonde". She was right about one thing. Sisters really are for life and they would do just about anything for you.
Hoot! Hoot!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Luke Update 8.2.11
Sometimes I forget that some people that read the blog aren't also my friends on FB. My apologies for not giving you the update. Just future FYI. If things are really, really bad (read: we are at Dell), trust me I will blog about it!
Pinky swear.
Saturday was a little scary. Scott and the boys were in Bowie at his 20-year high school reunion, while the girls, Luke and I were holding down the fort in Austin. Luke's fever was high and I was alternating ibuprofen with Tylenol all day. Scott made the decision to come home late Saturday (thank you honey) in case things went south. By Sunday afternoon, Luke's fever was no more and he was happily playing and terrorizing his brothers and sisters. Thank you, God.
It seems as if the 9 months of daily probiotics (I am a HUGE believer in those, btw) and the easier antibiotic we chose to give him was a good combo. His liquid intake isn't as much as I would like, but we finished meds tonight so I am hopeful we can jump back on the "gaining weight and loving it" bandwagon soon.
Bonus lesson in all this? I made chocolate chip cookies as a feel-good measure and he gobbled a few bites right up. That's my boy. A mighty big thanks for lifting him and all the other kids up in prayer. What a really crummy July. August will be better, I can feel it!
Your top ten is coming tomorrow.
Pinky swear.
Saturday was a little scary. Scott and the boys were in Bowie at his 20-year high school reunion, while the girls, Luke and I were holding down the fort in Austin. Luke's fever was high and I was alternating ibuprofen with Tylenol all day. Scott made the decision to come home late Saturday (thank you honey) in case things went south. By Sunday afternoon, Luke's fever was no more and he was happily playing and terrorizing his brothers and sisters. Thank you, God.
It seems as if the 9 months of daily probiotics (I am a HUGE believer in those, btw) and the easier antibiotic we chose to give him was a good combo. His liquid intake isn't as much as I would like, but we finished meds tonight so I am hopeful we can jump back on the "gaining weight and loving it" bandwagon soon.
Bonus lesson in all this? I made chocolate chip cookies as a feel-good measure and he gobbled a few bites right up. That's my boy. A mighty big thanks for lifting him and all the other kids up in prayer. What a really crummy July. August will be better, I can feel it!
Your top ten is coming tomorrow.
Monday, August 1, 2011
HDYDI: Potty Learning/Training
The PC term is probably learning, but I prefer training. We've done four rounds of this and while each has been slightly different, the fundamentals haven't changed. I'll spare you the visual aid, I think we all have one in mind :)
Here's how we did it!
HDYDI: POTTY TRAINING
1. Cardinal rule. NUMBER ONE. Wait until your child is ready. If you don't you will just beat your head against the toilet as you scrub it with Clorox wipes. Don't do that to yourself. Not pretty. You'll know your child is ready when they do things like (DISCLAIMER: these are all purely hypothetical and have never happened at our house):
a) take off their dirty diaper in the crib when you're too slow to get them up from nap
b) scream in the middle of the grocery store, "Mommy I'm stinky. Change my byper NOW!"
c) as you're using the bathroom they get their head so close to the tank you think they might fall in
d) pee off the balcony just inches from where you're standing
But again, you have to decide "readiness" on your own.
2. Equally important, perhaps even more so than #1, wait until you're ready. I tried potty training Will just before John Paul arrived. So, so stupid. We/he regressed and after three days of non-stop accidents, I threw in the toilet paper and bought more diapers. We tried again three months later and succeeded in three days.
3. Find a week or at least 3-4 days when you have nothing on the calendar. Or, if you do have something on the calendar, cancel it. You will thank yourself later.
4. Go buy fancy new underwear and take your kids with you. Ok, that came out wrong. When I go buy fancy new underwear for myself, I do NOT take my kids with me. When I'm buying Dora the Explorer or Thomas the Train undies for the kids, then yes, they're with me. It makes it fun and exciting. If you take them with you to buy your underwear it's embarassing and stressful. Be prepared to start potty training the millisecond you get home or your child will bust into tears. Just sayin.
5. Go cold turkey. Once we found the stretch of time (usually spring break or the Christmas break), we took them out of their diaper that morning, stripped them down to nothing but a pair of undies and went right to it. I pumped them full of juice (note to self, buy a case of juice boxes), plopped them on a towel on the tile, and set the timer. Every 15 minutes we went to the potty to "try." No matter what. Inevitably, you will do this for an hour and they will be bone dry. Until, of course, they get about a foot from the towel and they will pee like a dog on a fire hydrant. That towel does come in handy.
6. When they finally do pee on the toilet (they will, trust me), I gave them one M&M. It's a good thing you never saw me cheering my kids on as they peed. I looked like a bad version of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. It was effective to a 2 and 3yo, though.
7. To earn two M&M's is a little trickier. One of my kids, he shall remain nameless, was terrified to poop on the toilet. It took several weeks to convince him that it was ok. We even brought him into the bathroom when others were flushing so he could see everything go down, yet know that all was ok with the flusher. Child psychology is so tricky. No one told me I needed an MD in THAT specialty.
8. There is conflicting information about this next tip, but it worked for us. I never put my kids in pullups during naptime. We only did those at bedtime. I just felt like it was too confusing for my kids to wear undies all day, switch to pullups for nap, then back to undies, then back to pullups for bed. Some people use pullups as a trainer, but I always thought it was a waste of money. See #3. I put a waterproof pad on their beds and we only had a few accidents. Actually, with two children I only had one accident a piece and the other two had a few more. To this day, all my children have waterproof mattress pads on their beds. And, at the rate we're going, they'll be there until age 18.
9. Overnight potty training may not happen immediately. For Will, he was almost 5 before mastered that. Anna-Laura mastered it exactly two days after learning to pee on the toilet. (I'm telling you, she mastered the toilet gig in 24 hours. Totally awesome.) Clare and John Paul are still in pullups. Yes, I know. JP is 7. That is definitely another blog post. But, once your kids wake up with a dry pullup 3-4 days in a row, then you're ready to put 'em in undies at night. Yeah, you'll probably have some accidents, but they will be less frequent.
10. And I always save the best for last. Go buy a case of wine with all that money that would've gone to diapers. Money. Well. Spent.
Here's how we did it!
HDYDI: POTTY TRAINING
1. Cardinal rule. NUMBER ONE. Wait until your child is ready. If you don't you will just beat your head against the toilet as you scrub it with Clorox wipes. Don't do that to yourself. Not pretty. You'll know your child is ready when they do things like (DISCLAIMER: these are all purely hypothetical and have never happened at our house):
a) take off their dirty diaper in the crib when you're too slow to get them up from nap
b) scream in the middle of the grocery store, "Mommy I'm stinky. Change my byper NOW!"
c) as you're using the bathroom they get their head so close to the tank you think they might fall in
d) pee off the balcony just inches from where you're standing
But again, you have to decide "readiness" on your own.
2. Equally important, perhaps even more so than #1, wait until you're ready. I tried potty training Will just before John Paul arrived. So, so stupid. We/he regressed and after three days of non-stop accidents, I threw in the toilet paper and bought more diapers. We tried again three months later and succeeded in three days.
3. Find a week or at least 3-4 days when you have nothing on the calendar. Or, if you do have something on the calendar, cancel it. You will thank yourself later.
4. Go buy fancy new underwear and take your kids with you. Ok, that came out wrong. When I go buy fancy new underwear for myself, I do NOT take my kids with me. When I'm buying Dora the Explorer or Thomas the Train undies for the kids, then yes, they're with me. It makes it fun and exciting. If you take them with you to buy your underwear it's embarassing and stressful. Be prepared to start potty training the millisecond you get home or your child will bust into tears. Just sayin.
5. Go cold turkey. Once we found the stretch of time (usually spring break or the Christmas break), we took them out of their diaper that morning, stripped them down to nothing but a pair of undies and went right to it. I pumped them full of juice (note to self, buy a case of juice boxes), plopped them on a towel on the tile, and set the timer. Every 15 minutes we went to the potty to "try." No matter what. Inevitably, you will do this for an hour and they will be bone dry. Until, of course, they get about a foot from the towel and they will pee like a dog on a fire hydrant. That towel does come in handy.
6. When they finally do pee on the toilet (they will, trust me), I gave them one M&M. It's a good thing you never saw me cheering my kids on as they peed. I looked like a bad version of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. It was effective to a 2 and 3yo, though.
7. To earn two M&M's is a little trickier. One of my kids, he shall remain nameless, was terrified to poop on the toilet. It took several weeks to convince him that it was ok. We even brought him into the bathroom when others were flushing so he could see everything go down, yet know that all was ok with the flusher. Child psychology is so tricky. No one told me I needed an MD in THAT specialty.
8. There is conflicting information about this next tip, but it worked for us. I never put my kids in pullups during naptime. We only did those at bedtime. I just felt like it was too confusing for my kids to wear undies all day, switch to pullups for nap, then back to undies, then back to pullups for bed. Some people use pullups as a trainer, but I always thought it was a waste of money. See #3. I put a waterproof pad on their beds and we only had a few accidents. Actually, with two children I only had one accident a piece and the other two had a few more. To this day, all my children have waterproof mattress pads on their beds. And, at the rate we're going, they'll be there until age 18.
9. Overnight potty training may not happen immediately. For Will, he was almost 5 before mastered that. Anna-Laura mastered it exactly two days after learning to pee on the toilet. (I'm telling you, she mastered the toilet gig in 24 hours. Totally awesome.) Clare and John Paul are still in pullups. Yes, I know. JP is 7. That is definitely another blog post. But, once your kids wake up with a dry pullup 3-4 days in a row, then you're ready to put 'em in undies at night. Yeah, you'll probably have some accidents, but they will be less frequent.
10. And I always save the best for last. Go buy a case of wine with all that money that would've gone to diapers. Money. Well. Spent.
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