Thursday, October 30, 2008

Thursday Thirteen

13 Cute Pictures of Chris in his costume, and it's not even officially Halloween!

1. Chris shows off his costume in the kitchen.


2. I am Mit-tey Mouse!


3. Mickey does the "Hot Dog Dance" in the mirror.


4. Let me see those ears.


5. The Happy Family waits for the Zoo boo train.


6. Daddy and Mickey watch the animals.


7. Bryn, Shay, and Chris do a little posing at the zoo boo.


8. Something strikes Chris hysterical.


9. Ready for the Class Halloween Party.


10. Going for a scary walk.


11. What do you see?


12. Listen to your teacher.


13. Chris and Cousin Kaylee.

1 Word

TYPE ONLY 1 WORD. IT'S HARDER THEN YOU THINK!!!

1. Where is your cell phone? Charging

2. Your significant other? Eric

3. Your hair? Ponytail

4. Your mother? Smart

5. Your father? Silly

6. Your favorite thing? Home

7. Your dream last night? Unremembered

8. Your favorite drink? Chai

9. Your dream/goal? Ever-changing

10. The room you're in? Basement

11. Your fear? Insects

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home

13. Where were you last night? Bed

14. What you're not? Brilliant

15. Muffins? Lemon Poppy Seed

16. One of your wish list items? Healthy Baby

17. Where you grew up? Indy

18. The last thing you did? Drove

19. What are you wearing? Jeans

20. Your TV? Off

21. Your pet? Sleeping

22. Your computer? Working!

23. Your life? Good

24. Your mood? Happy

25. Missing someone? Chris?

26. Your car? Functioning

27. Something you're not wearing? Shoes

28. Favorite store? CVS

29. Your summer? Fast

30. Your favorite color? Teal

31. When is the last time you laughed? Earlier

32. Last time you cried? Yesterday

FOUR PLACES I GO OVER AND OVER: CVS, Kroger, Preschool, Church
FOUR PEOPLE WHO E-MAIL ME ALOT: Amy, Amy, MOPS, Mom
FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS: Chocolate, Bread, Pasta, today...Gatorade!
FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW: DisneyWorld, Vacation, Beach, Healthy
FOUR PEOPLE I THINK WILL RESPOND: Amy, Tamsin, Andrea, Carrie

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Wordless Wednesday

A little Pre-Halloween Cuteness



A Happy Family



Chris and his girlfriends: Bryn and Shaylee

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Nieces Gone Wild

The girls came to visit us while we were working the Messiah Lutheran Pumpkin Patch, a fundraiser for the high school youth. They were positively precious picking pumpkins!

Kaylee



Alexis



Playing growly monsters with Chris behind a tree.



Chris, baby second cousin Lily, and his cousins Alexis and Kaylee riding a luggage rack around the hotel lobby in Marion after Great-Grandma's funeral. You never saw so much cuteness, and heard such squeals of joy!




This evening, Chris got to visit Aunt Lisa and cousin Annie. Chris got to give her a few Halloween goodies, including a stuffed spider, which she just adored.



Chris, Aunt Lisa, and cousin Annie

Sunday, October 26, 2008

The Mommy Diaries, ch.2

So, I finished Chapter 2 of The Mommy Diaries, reading short stories on Growth. I am really looking forward to hearing what you all have to say on these subjects as well.

1. When was the last time you tried something new? I was looking forward to our MOPS meeting couple days ago, I have never done self defense, and we were going to be having a demo by a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. That would've been new. Eric made stuffed acorn squash last weekend, which I'd never had before. It was squash baked and stuffed with meat stuffing: hamburger celery onions, and of course, cheese. It was not too bad. Eric bought me this decaf chai tea, Numi Ruby Chai. I made a pot of it on Wednesday last week.I was intrigued the box read, "Entice fresh water to a boil and pour over a bag of Ruby Chai. Steep 4-6 minutes. Sip and revel in this herbal's warm and spicy rendezvous. This teasan is strong enough to handle milk, yet mild enough to be served alone." I've not had any luck "enticing" water to a boil, but I was intrigued enough to try it straight up, usually I drink my chai half and half with milk and then a packet of splenda. Well, it was so good that I drank the whole pot straight up, by myself. AND then Chris got in on the action the next day when I made another pot, he actually drank a few ounces of tea himself.

2. Are there parts of your pre-children life you left by the wayside when you became a mom? How could you incorporate any of them into your life now in a way that enriches your growth? I didn't realize how much I missed participating in a regular bible study. Most of the ones available are in the evenings, and that is just not my (or Christopher's) best time. The one Eric has us in on Monday nights right now, is really interesting, we're taking apart the Apostle's Creed, but I'm always so tired before, during and after. I was blessed to serve on a Via de Cristo, women's retreat weekend this spring, and a couple of the ladies on that trip decided we'd start trying to meet during their lunchbreaks downtown. We did well, at first, meeting weekly through the spring, but summer threw us off our schedule and we ended up going bi-monthly. Now fall is in full swing, and everyone's schedule has changed, we are finding it hard to meet again. I enjoyed meeting during lunch, having a group that I could take Chris along with, and that he could be entertained by eating, or seeing people pass by, while we sat and had lunch and a bible study. It worked well, but we haven't met in over a month, and I miss it. I'm not sure what step to take now.

3. Is there an area in your life where you feel pulled to make a change? What would that look like, and what practical steps can you take right now to begin to make it happen? See above. I miss having our regular weekly bible studies. Motivated by this question, this morning at church, I approached one of my groupies and asked what's up? However, after some meeting time discussion, I see the problem begins with me. I need to be more flexible, maybe more willing to sacrifice my own personal naptime or evenings. As for what it would look like, I'm afraid to be more of an emotional monster than I already am now. But I can look into the possiblities, and talk to the others in the group.

4. Is there a mistake in your past which you've been covered in guilt over? How could you begin to let it go in order to move on and become the woman God's created you to be? Ummm, yes. Of course there was the time when I lied and told my father my sister ate the reese's peanut butter cups. She kept denying it, and since she had the history of being a notorious lier, he believed me. The more she denied it, the harder and longer her spanking. By the time I could take it no longer, and I confessed, my Dad's arm was tired, and I didn't get nearly the spanking I deserved. Then again, I had been crying my eyes out as I heard her cries. I've apologized, multiple times, but it's still a very sore moment for both of us. I'd love to be able to let that go.
In another more serious story, something else has been lying heavy on my heart lately. A member of my family hurt me emotionally many times when I was younger. The last time I saw this person, they were starting in on Christopher. I had no tolerance for that, and vowed they would never see us again. I've been trying to work on forgiving this person, but I find it difficult since I still have no desire to see this person again. I Really don't want to. But I don't think I've exactly moved on, since a. my family likes to guilt trip me about it, and b. the situation still bothers me and lies heavy in my heart. Chris is oblivious because he's so surrounded by people that love him, that he doesn't notice that someone isn't around who doesn't. I kind of like keeping it that way. On the other hand, shouldn't I offer the opportunity to love him, us? Chris is such a gift, it just boggles my mind that a person in his family wouldn't want to take every opportunity to spend time with him and love him, no matter how far away they live. But this person has demonstrated no change, nor the desire to change, and I really am disinclined to "drive into the Lion's den." I asked Pastor about it, and the only bit of advice I really came away with was, "You can't control where the birds fly, but you can stop them from making a nest in your hair." That was funny, because it seems I'll get bird poo in my hair regardless. But perhaps it might be best to re-establish contact, that may lead to a better ability for me to forgive, but perhaps, not so extensively as to allow us to get shat on. Pastor mentioned in a different sermon a while ago, that we're taking for granted, almost thumbing our nose in the direction of God's gift of Forgiveness to us, if we can't in turn forgive others. I sent an email, that was my Step 1.

5. Think about the growth you've already undergone in the midst of your mothering. Take some time to catalogue how it's made you the fuller, more amazing woman you are today. I didn't think it was possible for the heart to survive outside the human body, but it does. My heart is in my child. Since his birth, my heart has grown to encompass woman and children I don't even know. I pass someone in the grocery store having a little trouble with their toddler, and I leap in to give a hand, or grab a whiley one, tell a stray child not to run with that in their mouth. Or most especially cry and pray for a family of strangers when I hear their story, like that surgery prior to Christopher's last week that had run 3 hours over. That must've been extensive to run a whole 3 hours over, that's a lot of surgery on a child. I think of that family. Before Chris, I would've been inconvenienced, pissy even, by having to wait so long. But every time they came back to tell us we had longer to wait, though I felt bad Chris could still have nothing to drink, (and I did ask if we could just give him some juice) but I felt worse for them, I had to pray for that child, and that family. I still think of them, think of the teensy tiny NICU baby that was leaving the recovery area as we entered with the Mom crying behind it, wondering if that was the family, wondering if they'd had terrible news. I never would've had such sympathy and empathy before becoming a parent myself. And I find myself able to do things I never would've done before becoming a mother. Literally. Changing diapers, sure, and all the medical procedures we've done on Chris that I never thought I'd do again once I left the nursing industry. I do them eagerly, willingly, to make him healthy. I will try to find something to catch his puke. I will pull him closer or pat his head to comfort him when he's covered in it, instead of doing instinct and throwing him down and running to puke myself. Although today, we both lost it for the first time in a month, so we did a combination of the two. I actuallly enjoy making a fool of myself in order to get him to laugh. His laugh is the best music, best medicine, best sound ever in the world. But I just didn't know I'd love him so much.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Getting sick is NOT on the schedule

So, we all have been sniffling and snorting for weeks.
Last week, after attempting to run 15 miles on the 11th, and only making it halfway before hitting the wall, he was able to be "persuaded" to go see Dr. Cooper, our family doc. Dr. Cooper has a great sense of humor, a wonderful attribute given how Not Funny things tend to be around this house. So, he pulled his scope up to Eric, and told him to take a deep breath. Halfway through, he said, "Well that's not good." Eric snickered.
"No seriously." he said. "What do you do for a living?" Oh, computer programmer, ok, no metal shavings there, "Where do you work?" Oh, no asbestos in new buildings downtown. Hmmmm. Then he asked the real hum dinger, "Do you know anyone that has recently been diagnosed with Tuberculosis?"

Say what?

Apparently, Eric's lungs sounded like Ass. He suspected his sinus drainage (or a virus) got stuck behind a mucus plug and went bacterial infection. He put him on a Z-pack, and sent him home with explicit instructions, "If you don't feel better next week, then come back in, we'll get a chest x-ray and see what's really going on."
Like that wouldn't just scare me, let alone scare us all, as we've all 3 been sniffling and snorting, and coughing for weeks.
So, after Chris's surgery Friday, his little cough sounded worse. I think we may have Angered It. So, I told Eric I wanted to get Chris in to Dr. Cooper, and though Eric felt a bit better, he wasn't cured either, I told him he should go back in with Chris. Well, then he told ME, you should go in too.
So we did. All 3 of us. Piled into Dr. Cooper's office. The nurse-in-training was NOT comfortable with taking Assembly Line Vital Signs. But we got Dr. Cooper to ourselves for a nice long bit, to tell him all that was wrong with each one of us. To Eric he said, "you ran 13 miles on Saturday, ahhh, you're fine." But to justify it, he said, the antibiotic is still in your system until Wednesday but here's a script in case you are not fabulous. To me, he looked and said, I wouldn't do anything with you. Then to Chris, he said, I'll put him on Amoxicillin. I suspect his went bacterial in his sinuses because there is a rainbow of colors draining down the back of his throat. Fabulous.
And so all was great. Except that Chris and I still sound terrible. This morning, I woke up in the wee small hours feeling like Ass. I couldn't breathe, and every direction I turned, the shift in snot in my lungs would set off my coughing, or the snot in my stomach made me Quease. It was not cool. Not sleeping is Not Groovy.
We played a bit with the Julius Family, meeting for lunch downtown after I expressed a serious SOUP craving, at Au Bon Pain. It was good, it eased my discomfort, enough that we felt crazy enough to take a walk and ride the monorail. However, that exhausted us all, and when Chris and I came home, he was unconscious, but I could not sleep. Again. I could not breathe. I was wheezing. Actually wheezing. My husband is the asthmatic, not me. I have no patience for it. I put a call in to Dr. Cooper. Enough of this dilly-dally, I want drugs. I Cannot Be Sick. It's enough we had to cancel 4 things in order to be gone for a day and a half, and we may miss Butler Homecoming, for the funeral. I want to go to this funeral. I'm not going to be sick for the funeral. Getting sick is NOT on my schedule. The doctor called me in a z-pack, and Eric was sweet and picked it up for me. Now it's off to take my Bennie's (benedryl) and go to bed. By gum, I will sleep tonight!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Sad and stories

Eric's Grandma, Maxine Willman, passed away in the wee small hours this morning. We're all glad she's in a better place, and we know it for sure, and that she's in no more pain and all that; but she was a really neat woman, and she will be sorely missed. The funeral is going to be Friday, and ironically, I'm looking forward to seeing Eric's family, who are all wonderful, and it will be neat to celebrate her Faith and her life.

In her last days, there have been many great "Grandma Stories" being shared. And I have decided I want to write the ones I've heard down. Not so you guys will mourn her loss with us, but just because she was a really neat woman. I don't journal, I don't compose. I blog. It's my outlet, you know.

The first time I met Grandma Willman: Eric and I had only been dating a couple months, and he was already taking me to meet the Fam (the whole extended family!). I had been invited to Willman Family Christmas, traditionally held the Saturday before Christmas. Just walking into the room was like walking back in time. Grandma and Aunt Betty were bustling in the kitchen. I mean, seriously Bustling, much preparation was going on. There were kids laughing and running everywhere. Eric has 11 cousins. I had 1 cousin, 10 years younger, most of the time it was my Mom, sister and I, and my extended family was just completely different than any of this. Just mathmatically speaking, the difference in number of crazy children running wild, 14 total, Eric being the oldest.
I don't think they knew I was coming. But it didn't matter, I was literally welcomed with open arms, got lots of hugs, and when they were doing their gift exchange. Then Grandma broke out her gifts for the kids that year, she had made blanket/pillows (you know the ones that can convert from blanket to pillow?) for every grandchild. Every Grandchild! 14! She had to have started in January, I was amazed. I even got a present! That made my eyes water. She was the stereotypical image of a Grandma I always read about: a good cook, and just loved being surrounded by the noises of her family.

How Grandma and Grandpa met: It was WWII. Isn't that how most of our grandparents stories begin? Anyway, Grandpa was in the Air Force, doing Air Force things in Colorado. Grandma was from that area. Grandma's church, the local Lutheran church, was good deed doing. They would bring home "boys" for a weekend, or invite them over for dinner, a nice home cooked dinner with family, for these guys who were so far from home, especially over holidays, when they couldn't make it home. Well, Grandpa went over Grandma's house. They started writing...fell in love...married as soon as the war was over...happily ever after.

Dollie Beth's story: Dollie Beth is Eric's Dad's cousin. Grandpa was the youngest of a passle of children, and so he already had nieces and nephews before he ever got married. Dollie Beth was 12 when Grandpa brought "Aunt Max" home for the first time. Here she was, a great "City Girl". The Fam was thick in Marion and Gas City, small town, Indiana. She was raised in Denver, and had been working in New York City. (Grandma was a chemist while Grandpa was in the Air Force in Florida she was doing chemistry in New York, I think that's the story) Talk about your big city girls! When she appeared, she was just Dollie Beth's epitome of Fashion. Stylish, beautiful, fabulous, and there she was with....an ankle bracelet. Dollie Beth had never seen one before, and it was cool. Cooler than cool. She SO wanted to be like Aunt Max, and have an ankle bracelet. She was 23 before she got her first ankle bracelet. She spent all that time pining and bugging her mother for an ankle bracelet.

Aunt Jill's story: Eric's aunt said, I never heard her say a mean word about anyone. That's true. Me neither. Same can't be said for me.

Dad's story: Grandma started out as a scientist. (Woo hoo!) I think her initial degree was in Biology or Chemistry. Once she hooked up with Grandpa, she became a stay at home mom and had 6 boys, 4 survived, a pair of premature twins didn't make it, but that's another story. So, once all 4 of the boys were in school, Grandma went back to school. She got her teaching credentials and taught Math at the High School. Willmans are good at math. Dad was telling a story about when Grandma took Child Psychology. The class was taught by an old spinster (his words not Grandma's), and one evening Grandma came home especially flustered. She was talking about all the things this woman was trying to teach, finally Grandma could take it no longer. She stood up, "I've raised 4 boys, and I just have to tell you. That just won't work." That cracked me up. She wouldn't even yell at her in a good yell, just pointing out the flaws in her logic.

Eric's story: This is one of my favorite stories about Eric and Ryan (younger brother #1) when they were young. When Karl (brother #2) was born, Grandma came down, in February, in the snow to watch the boys ages 11 and 9. Eric and Ryan were in the back seat of their car (in my mind it's a big 80's boat-mobile with a huge back seat, but I don't know if that's real) and were arguing and fighting. Grandma was trying to drive, in near blizzard conditions. She shhhh'd them a couple times, and they weren't listening. They kept fighting, playing Picky Slappy, being noisy annoying boys. Finally she turned around, and in near a yell as anyone in history has ever heard Grandma yell, told them "Be Quiet!!" Neither boy said a word the rest of the trip.

Now see, would I have stopped at Be Quiet? Oh no. We were told that my father would pull over and "knock heads together". Those boys would've deserved their head knocked together, but all Grandma had to do was tell them to Be Quiet.