Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Brady asked me to take a picture of the three of them riding the airport tram!
I'm sure you can guess the next few are the Statue of Liberty.
Abbey had one last shot when we got home, so she took a picture of our tree.
The arch at Washington Square park (in the middle of the NYU campus)
The Statue of Liberty (with a little mittened thumb in the upper corner) from the ferry
Another view of the statue from the ferry
The skyline from the observation deck of the Empire State Building
Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Now, I know you want me to also appreciate the friendship of Miss Call Waiting. I, however, don't fully understand her. I feel it is awfully presumptuous of her to assume that she can interrupt me when I am having a perfectly pleasant conversation with someone to try to entice me with other friends! I do believe I can make room in my life to accept her as a friend, however, she must be fully aware of the boundaries of our relationship. She must understand, that I will only engage in this frivolity under extreme and dire circumstances.
Again, Mr. Caller ID I would like to thank you for coming into our lives. I hope that I will someday be able to return the kindness you have shown me and that this will be a long lasting friendship!
I know kids can be mean and cruel. And I especially know that life is all about dealing with difficult people. So it is important for my kids to learn that early on. I'd say 90% of what they tell me about so-n-so hurting their feelings, I respond with an "oh, just ignore them. They're just trying to make you mad!" But then there is the few times that my radar goes up and the "mom gloves" come off. There have been way too many incidents that have occurred in our area lately that have physically made me nauseous just thinking about. I don't EVER want my kids to think that I'm not willing to stick up for them and fight for them. I want them to feel like they can come talk to me about a problem they're having with someone and together we can work out a solution.
Last night I told Abbey she needs to stand up to this girl. This girl needs to know that Abbey isn't going to put up with any of her junk! Abbey of course was concerned that she would get in trouble. But I told her that the teacher was aware of the situation and said it was OK for Abbey to speak up! So we decided to work on some come-backs that Abbey could use. Here are the two best ones:
"So-n-So, if you're going to be rude like that, then go tell it to the corner, cuz that's the only place that's going to listen to you!"
"So-n-So, I don't like you well enough to miss you if you weren't here!"
I'm am now asking all of my loyal readers out there to channel some mean girl! Give me some good comments that I can give to Abbey to use. Please remember that these are 4th graders and I DO NOT condone violence or profanity...even though I would love to give this child a pop in the face!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Nine years old! Nine years ago this day, you came into our life. You are no longer my little girl anymore. You like to talk on the phone and "shop" with friends. You like listening to music and get goo-goo over cute boys. I think we're in big trouble once the teenage years hit! You enjoy school and all your teachers love you. You are friendly with everyone, but you have one close friend at school, Laura. Daddy and I chuckle over your friendship because you two are polar opposites. You are still 100% girlie girl. There isn't enough pink princess/diva things in the world. If you could buy every baby doll and accessory ever produced you would still probably want more. You have enjoyed your new baby cousins this year. You always want to be there to feed and change them whenever possible.
I thank the Lord for you daily. I look forward to many more years of teaching and loving you. Happy Ninth Birthday, Doodlebug!
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The kids were playing dodge ball with his "tag ball"! Brady of course was being his usual goofy and loud self and Britt loved it!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
We then attempted the things Dr. R had suggested, but the bleeding continued. Matthew decided to call Dr. R again to clarify some issues we were having with the bandages. Dr. R gave us a few more instructions and reiterated the importance of coming in to St. Joseph's if it didn't stop. So based on the additional recommendations of Dr. R, we redid the bandage and put Brady to bed around 9:30pm. At around 2am we woke up to check on Brady and found that his clothing was saturated in blood and we knew we had to get him to the ER. At 2:45am we were pulling out of our driveway heading to Tampa. We contacted Dr. R and told him we would be there in 30-40 minutes. We arrived at the ER at 3:15 and we were immediately triaged and taken back to a curtain area. It must have been a really slow night at the ER because the Physicians Assistant came in immediately to examine Brady. Then the ER doctor came in to examine Brady. The ER doctor told us that this amount of bleeding was completely normal for this type of procedure and that he could lose anywhere from 30-40 cc's of blood before it was over. We questioned if Dr. R was going to come in and examine him just to be sure. We were told that Dr. R had not contacted the ER as of yet, but the ER doctor might "try" to contact him and give him an update. The PA then cleaned Brady up using sterile water and then redressed the area with fresh bandages. We were told to follow up with our surgeon, Dr. H, when the office opened and were sent on our merry way. We left just after 4am, just 45 minutes after arriving at the ER. We got home around 4:30 and went back to bed for a few more hours.
So back to the hospital we went. Once we were in the ER Dr. H came over and said that not only would he need to be put under sedation, but he would also have to be admitted for observation, plus there was a chance that he would need to receive fresh frozen plasma to help with the clotting. So we were admitted to the hospital and put in a "short stay unit" that held 3 additional patients and their families with just a little curtain separating us from them. The little boy in the bed across from Brady hacked and sneezed all night long while his Mom watched TV throughout the WHOLE night. He was then discharged shortly after 5am where he proceeded to run up and down the length of the room hollering and screaming. The 12 year old girl in the bed directly next to us was there because of a severe leg break. She was going into surgery to repair the spiral break along with the cyst that had formed and was going to be in traction for about 3 weeks and then in a cast for an additional 6-8 weeks. It truly makes me wonder why in the world we have to sign our lives away regarding the HIPA policy when I got all this information about this girl just by sitting in the chair next to Brady's bed. I couldn't tell you what the family looked like because we never saw them past our ultra private curtain, but we know an awful lot about them.
So now here it is Thursday morning and Dr. P from the specialists office is the doctor doing rounds and who will be responsible for removing the pressurized bandage. Dr. P comes in at the crack of dawn I think it was around 6am proceeds to remove Brady's pressure bandage without so much as "this may be a bit painful for him so he may be awoken from his morphine induced slumber." As I'm sitting there listening to the doctor tell us all his blood results so far have come back normal he then just gruffly starts removing the bandage and Brady wakes up screaming. I had to jump up and grab a hold of Brady's hands and Matthew had to grab his legs to avoid doing any damage to himself or the doctor. I tell you what if I ever run into that Dr. P in a dark alley somewhere, he'd better watch his back. Isn't bedside manner a required course in medical school?
So after a very long morning in the short stay unit we were finally discharged around 2pm. Brady is doing much better, now. He is still very extremely sensitive. So now that you know the whole scary part, now I will leave you with some funny things. My parents were vacationing over on St. Pete beach during all of this so when we went back to the ER on Wednesday afternoon in St. Pete they were very thoughtful to come and be with us along with Bro. Buddy (our pastor). My parents arrived at the hospital just after Brady had recieved his first dose of morphine. I noticed that Brady was starting to get a little droopy eyed and I told him that he could go to sleep if he wanted to. But he looked at me and said "but I have company!" I chuckled and said "I know your company will understand if you want to go to sleep." He just shook his head and said "I think I will visit with my company!" Also on Thursday morning he told his nurse that he thought he would stay for another couple of days because he liked the food. Since he was on a regular diet he got to choose anything he wanted off the menu. For breakfast he ordered scrambled eggs, a glazed donut (dunkin donuts), bacon and orange juice. For lunch he ordered a hamburger, tater tops (that's what he calls tater tots) and a blue slurpee! Like I said before the kid was a rock through all of this, except for the pressure bandage removal, he hardly even made a whimper the whole time. He got to have an Xbox 360 delivered to his room to play while we were waiting to be discharged. And because he had wooed his nurse with his smiles and stories about transformers, he asked her if he could have a wheelchair to ride out in. He then got another slurpee (red one this time) as we were leaving the hospital. When Matthew pulled up with the truck, I lifted Brady into the vehicle and started to turn to put the wheelchair away. He said "wait Mom, don't I get to keep the wheel chair?" Like I said he had been given so much stuff, he just assumed he was going to keep the wheel chair too.
Anyways, we have been home now for just under a week and he is starting to move around much better. He has watched WAAAAY too much TV, but how else do you restrict a six year old boy's activity without a lot of tv time?
Monday, July 20, 2009
My kids were finally tall enough this year to ride on some of the "big kid" rides, ie. Tower of Terror, Test Track, Dinosaurs, Space Mountain, Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain...anything with a 44" and lower height requirement. Unfortunately, Space Mountain was closed for refurbishing, but we went on all the rest of them. Probably the scariest would be Tower of Terror. I think that was actually my favorite ride. Brady was the most scared of this ride, he didn't really want to go on it, but we all talked him into it. Abbey was really excited about it. This was our first park day of the trip and she was bound and determined to go on some big roller coasters. Tower of Terror at Hollywood Studios is based on the twilight zone theme. So it is a big scary haunted mansion. None of these things were sitting well with Brady, but he did it. Now for those of you who have never been on this ride, I will give you a little background. You are taken into an elevator looking room that has probably 4-6 rows of stadium style seating (4 people per row). You have a seat belt that goes across your lap. And you basically are hoisted up this tower, elevator style, where you are then dropped (free falling) and then raised back up and dropped again for several minutes. During this ride, you are in the dark except for the occasional times when windows on the tower open up and you look across the whole park and see how high up you are. So for our first experience ever, where do you think we were seated. Yep, you guessed it. Front Row! Nobody in front of us to block the view from the windows. Just us and the windows in front of us. Brady had a death grip on Matthew the whole time, Abbey screamed and screamed. It was by far, the scariest ride the kids had ever been on. We got off the ride and made it all the way down to the gift shop...because, you know Disney can't possibly let you go through any part of the park without stopping to buy souvenirs, and that's when Brady broke down. SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY! We pumped him up by telling him how brave he was and he eventually calmed down. If you ask him what he liked least about the ride, it's that his bottom was off the seat when we were falling down. With as scared as he was of the ride, by the end of the week he was talking about going on it again...but I think he knew we weren't going back to Hollywood Studios anymore and he was safe!