Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Need a Break? We've got another one for you...



Think you're having de ja vu? No, you are just thinking about this post

Yesterday at 4pm Sarah was on our trampoline with Evie (yes the same trampoline that caused Grace's broken arm in February) and in the midst of a flip things went awry and she landed with a gruesomely bent arm.

We rushed her to Children's Hospital and were there by 4:30. Things were going smoothly for us and by 6pm she had her iv, xrays done, and morphine on board. Both bones in her right forearm were broken and at a 40 degree angle (but thankfully did not penetrate the skin) so she had to go under sedation for the bones to be set and casted. We were told we had about an hour wait until it would be our turn with the ortho surgeon and anesthesiologist.

That hour came and went and another and another. Aparantly, this became the worst Tuesday they had seen in a long time with severe trama patients and a constant flow of broken bones coming in that needed emergency surgery right as we were the next ones in line and long story short, it was midnight before they were able to get the orthopaedist surgeon back down from the OR for Sarah.

We had them give her another dose of morphine around 9pm and she had been able to sleep from 9-12. We got out of there a little before 2am, she was not feeling well from the sedation and threw up in the car. It was a long night.

After getting the older girls off to school this morning, I climbed back in bed with her and we slept in until nearly 11am.

She has been quite uncomfortable today and not her normal Sarah self. Her fingers are swelling and she has pain in her arm when she moves the fingers so we are keeping a close eye on that and her pain is being managed with round the clock Loritab for these first couple days.

The trampoline is now gone.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Four Year Old for Rent...5 yr minimum committment required

Good Grief, have I just blocked out age four from my memory? After all, this is the 4th 4 year old girl I have had.

She is just so, soooo, soooooo....FOUR!

She stomps around the house when she doesn't like how something has gone down.

She makes the "HMMPH!" noise with her chin in the air before she stomps off.

Her latest tactic is name calling and mean comments. Her favorite thing to tell me forever has been "you're the best mom ever". Now she wields it like a weapon when things don't go according to her plan. Now I get "I'm not going to tell you you're the best mom EVER AGAIN!") or "You're not the best mom now!" or "You're mean to me!"

Somehow, calling Sarah a "loser" has invaded her repetoire. Now, when she threw out "Butthead" the other day, I could trace that directly back to her daddy. (And frankly, I believe it is my just reward for having nicknamed my brother Butthole in our youth...sorry Mike!) But Loser? I have a funny feeling that I can probably trace that back to a Hannah Montana or SpongeBob episode. Lately I have really been pushing Dora, Super Why, and Curious George again. Such sweet shows...no name calling, no Losers.

She hasn't allowed me to have any opinion on her clothes or hair since infancy. (Frankly, that has been something I have encouraged, as it was one less body to dress and prepare in the morning, but lately I have noticed the "looks" as we are out and about, that range from the mom-of-many who gets it and thinks its cute, to the perfectmom whose child is clean, coordinated and coiffed with matching bow who doesn't.) Today she told me she was going to braid her hair, which amounts to gruesomely twisting just one side of her hair and securing it with a little barrette. I offer to do the other side and give her a beautiful braid which I secure with, horror of horrors!, an elastic band. She acknowledges that it is a great braid and asks me how I learned to braid so well, then suddenly, without warning, she freaks out that I used an elastic band instead of a barrette and flings herself on the floor and starts rolling around! She then rips the braid out of her hair and says something like I'm not the best mom or something.

What??!! This is becoming a pattern! Get a grip, she is not a baby anymore and needs to be contained!!!

So I calmly tell her that she may not speak to me that way. What she said was mean and we don't allow our girls to speak meanly in our family and she will need to say she is sorry. She mumbles an insincere "sorry". Then I tell her that if she says something mean again she will have to spend some time in her room. She leaps up and says "I'm going to spend time in my room now!" and stomps off.

Fine. I felt like sticking my tongue out and pbbllleeeetttt-ing at her. I refrained.

As I ponder these happenings, it leads me directly back to the realization I have had for several years now about myself. I am not a young kid mom. I just can't get into their psyche's. I don't get them. I am a baby mom. I totally get 0-3 year old babies. I'm like a baby whisperer. I am completely comfortable, confident and happy as a clam with a newborn, infant, toddler, even early pre-schooler. Starting, aparantly, around age 4 to, oh, I'd say 9 years old, I just don't get it. I don't get them. They frustrate me and they just don't see the big picture at all so there is little real reasoning that can be done. (and doing the math, I currently have 3 children in this stage that I don't understand!)

The glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, is I have entered a new "pre-teen" stage with my oldest now. People forever have told me "just wait until they are all teenagers..." But, hey, you know what? I say, bring it on! Because I am discovering with my new pre-teen 10 year old, that I am suddenly starting to "get her" again. I can relate to the emotions of 4th grade and beyond, because I remember those years myself. The bigger picture starts to set into their little sponge minds and they can reason and understand more. They can articulate their feelings more. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying pre-teen is shaping up to be a piece of cake, there are emotions and attitudes to navigate DAILY. I am just saying that I GET it better than I get "kid", and that makes me handle it better and more effectively.

I have felt like a train wreck mom for years now as I was thrust out of my baby comfort zone and have been wading insecurely through these "kid" years that don't make any sense to me. Poor things. I do realize this is all about ME, and not about THEM...they are wonderful, fabulous, completely normal and age appropriate little kids, who just happen to have a mom that can rock the baby years, and is showing potential to rock the pre-teen years, but just doesn't quite get "kid".

So there are my raw parenting thoughts for today. I am really exposing myself here, but I really believe that there cannot possibly be a mom on the planet that feels that every stage her children are in are her "rock star mom" phase. So if anyone is feeling insecure about their child's stage right now, maybe you will know you are not alone! :)

Parent on, dudes!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Bragg-worthy Notations...

My big girl, E, was moved up another level in swimming for the 2nd time this year!!!

She is now entering into the big leagues of year-round swim team, with two hour practices 4+ times a week with 1/2 hour "dry lands" exercising before they hit the pool, instead of one hour swim practices 2-3 times a week. I am crazy proud of her and continue to marvel at her natural ability in the water, and not-of-my-gene-pool tireless nature and athletic drive.

Also noteworthy in E's life...she was selected at school as the only girl out of the whole 4th grade class to recite an Emily Dickinson poem at the schoolwide Oratorical Recital at the end of the year. She was thrilled as she had thoroughly practiced her delivery of her poem for her class poetry recital last month in the hopes of being considered for this honor. I had no prior knowledge of this dream...I found this out when, after the poetry recital I told her how wonderful she had sounded, and she told me how hard she had worked on her tone, expression, speed and overall delivery! WOW! I would quaver pathetically every time I had to do any kind of public speaking growing up, and here my girl is seeking out opportunities to be on stage!

I don't want to leave out Mads, who, in 2nd grade, is obsessed with learning her times tables and practices the entire times table every day and has me listen..."Mom, I'm going to do 7's now...7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70. Okay, now 8's..." She will definitely be ahead of the game for 3rd grade!

Sarah is happy as always, with an occasional tantrum thrown in when a sock is too tight, or her oatmeal isn't thick enough.

Grace is calling her sisters "Butthead" and "Loser-bo-booser"....

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Defining "I Love You"

Sarah pulls out a note from her school folder...

Sarah: "Mom, look what Luke made me." (shows me a card with a flower drawn on it written with I Love You.

Mom: "Oh that's nice!"

Sarah: "MOM! He said 'I Love You!'

Mom: "Well, that is sweet, you can love someone as a friend."

Sarah: "But what if he means Love, like he wants to DATE me!?"

Mom: "Well, seeing as you're both 6 and can't date, I think you're pretty safe there."

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Tantalizing Travel Tidbits...



In my fantasy land, as if my life is so fabulously interesting, I know you have been waiting impatiently for all the glorious details of our recent spring break travels...hahaha...truth is, i just want to get them down to preserve the memories, and I like to pretend that my single digit followers just can hardly wait to read any of my witty details chronicling our personal lives! :)

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It all started on a pleasant Friday morning as CJ and I went in and out, in and out, in and out of the house packing up the car. I am maintaining a calm, positive, and eager to depart mood, E and M were at school until noon, and G & S were trying to pack every belonging and the kitchen sink when I wasn't looking. G was toting around her beloved sidekick "bunny" despite my repeatedly ignored requests to "put bunny in the car or when it is time to leave we won't be able to find her!" Premonition at it's finest.

E & M get home from school, change, eat, and we all load in the car looking good for a 12:30 departure. "Mommy I need bunny!" Where IS bunny?? I feel the blood begin to boil in my brain. I jump out of car and do a quick run through of the house. No bunny. Steam threatens to escape from my ears and in a notsopleasant tone, I order everyone out of the car to scour the house for bunny. TO NO AVAIL!

I completely lose it and turn into Monster Mommy, doing a hideous display of "I told you so!"'s to Grace and involving everyone in my mental breakdown. That STUPID BUNNY!!! That thing ALWAYS goes completely missing at the worst times! I cannot tell you how many times we have torn the house apart looking for that thing!

After wasting over a half hour looking for it, I am in angry disbelief that the bunny I had watched her walk around with all morning long was NOWHERE to be found.

Fine. Get in the car, too bad for you! NO BUNNY!

Off we go, everyone angry, upset, moody, crabby, and totally disgruntled. Florida, here we come! Just like I had imagined.... :)

About an hour down the road, our neighbor across the street, who is taking care of our guinea pigs and cat, calls. "Hey, I think Grace left her bunny over here when CJ brought the pigs over. I just found it."...

...I was not aware she had gone over there when the pigs were brought, BUT APARANTLY CJ HAD BEEN AWARE!! Why oh why oh why had he not thought to look over there when we were hysterically looking through the house!!!! PERFECT ME would have KNOWN to look over there immediately! So now I had someone else to blame and be angry at besides Grace! (are you catching on that I am an ugly, sinful mess on most days??!!)

Neighbor offers to get it in the mail that afternoon, so it would be to the condo by the next day. Great! We would have bunny tomorrow! Deep breath. Moving on….

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Saturday comes and goes. No bunny in the mail. Oh well, it got delayed, it will be here Monday.

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Sun. Pool. Beach. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Sun. Pool. Beach. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

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Monday morning 5:55am CJ gets a call from his friend. He has received a call from our security system that our alarm went off and they couldn’t get a hold of us.

CJ calls the security company, is told police came and did not see any signs of entry, the alarm company had reset the alarm and there had been no inside motion detected since they reset the alarm.

Later in the morning one of our neighbors came by to check the inside of the house.
(I am mortified, because I did not leave the house in good shape AT ALL, and then made it even worse by tearing it apart even more looking for bunny before we left.)
While he is checking out the basement on the phone with us, he says he hears an animal noise. Wait a minute, he hears a MEOW noise!

Hold the phone!

Slow dawning creeps over me!

OUR 100% OUTDOOR CAT MUST HAVE SNUCK IN THE HOUSE WHILE WE WERE IN AND OUT PACKING UP THE CAR AND GOT LOCKED INSIDE THE HOUSE WHEN WE LEFT!!!

There is no food, water, or litter box in the house for the cat and it has been locked inside for 3 days now!

I call our neighbor across the street who is feeding and watering the cat inside our garage and ask her if she has seen the cat or noticed any signs that it is eating. She sadly informs me that she has been so worried as there has been no sign of the cat and she’s afraid he may have run away like our other cat did a few weeks ago.

I inform her of the dreadful news that the cat got locked in the house 3 days ago and is probably half dead from starvation and thirst by now and it will be interesting to see what he has decided to use as a litter box in our home.

So she heads over to my messy, embarrassing house to look through every nook and cranny and closet and under beds to try and find the cat, to no avail. We get a call from the other n’bor who had been through. His wife and boys are worried about the cat and want to walk through the house. My inlaws call and ask if they should go look through the house to try and find the cat. No, NO, NOOOOOO!!!!!! Oh my goodness, strike me dead right now…There is dirty underware on the floor in the closets for crying out loud!! Crumbs on the floors that have probably helped the cat sustain life! Dust balls that probably roll around the floor playing with each other! Unmade beds! A ring around the tub! Have mercy on me and my messy ways, dear LORD!!!! WHY must I be found out! Talk about eating a HUGE slice of Humble Pie. I am who I am. You don’t have to like me. Yes, I am a sloppy housekeeper. Now you know, world.

Anyway, no one could find the cat, so they brought into the house the food, water, and litter box and as the days went by, there were signs that he was eating and using the litter box, he just refused to show himself when anyone came in.

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Meanwhile, back in Florida…….I looked for the bunny in the mail again Monday afternoon. Nope. Another slow dawning crept over me. Do my inlaws have all the mail forwarded back to them in Georgia? Well, yes indeedio they do! So bunny arrived in Florida that Saturday, hung out at the post office for a day, and was sent back up to Georgia on Monday!

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It was time to just have a good laugh……HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Where were we….ah yes. Sun. Pool. Beach. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

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One evening we went out for ice cream and walked along the docks where the big, fabulous yachts park. Evie had asked me to hold her glasses so she could have her sunglasses on. I decided they were not my responsibility after it got dark enough to where she didn’t need her sunglasses and I handed them back to her and told her to NOT LOSE THEM and put them on. Why do I tempt fate like this??? Did I not learn anything with the bunny???

Sure enough next morning. “Mom, where are my glasses?” I don’t know, where did you put them? I don’t know. Canvas the condo. Nada. Let’s retrace our steps….doing that led us to the last memory of the glasses which was me giving them back to her and telling her not to lose them and to put them on. GRRRRR! CJ takes her back to where we had been the night before and they look all over. Nope.

We wait a day and she is having headaches from not having her glasses. She has been complaining for months now that her sight is blurry and needs new glasses anyways, so fine. I look up a Vision Works in Naples and off Evie and I head for an afternoon adventure of an eye exam and new glasses selection. Good grief…$300 later, we have spent a large chunk of our vacation spending money on replacing her lost glasses. I used the little-known parenting tactic called THREATEN to impress upon her the importance of not losing these new glasses for at least a year or more, if ever!

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Other sweet memories from the trip…

* 2 mile runs with my big girl E every morning, who is such an athletic go-getter, that I could barely keep up with HER!

* doing a mile walk with Sarah after my runs

* watching my girls play so sweetly with each other in every combination Evie/Grace, Sarah/Mady, Evie/Mady, Sarah/Grace, Mady/Grace, Evie/Sarah….with so little to actually play with down there, they created their own fun and games and had such a good time together, often in pairs. It was heartwarming and made my mind wander again to that fantasy I have of a simple life on a country farm….

* soaking up the Holy Spirit as I gazed upon God’s beautiful creation, knowing completely that only a God who loves us so much would bother to create such a breathtaking world for us to enjoy.

* Learning a little bit more about myself and God, as I read Max Lucado’s In the Grip of Grace while laying poolside.

* Enjoying a kitchen and meal preparation free week as my husband took care of every kitchen and food duty the entire time we were there, and I just concentrated on laundry.

*Never wearing makeup, a bra, or using a hairdryer the entire week.

*the sunsets…breathtaking

*finding a 5 point starfish just laying there amongst the washed up shells one day on the beach…what a find!

*meeting up for a drink with a Georgia friend that was down there the first part of our trip

*meeting up for coffee with a Minnesota friend who arrived in Naples with her family at the end of our trip…so special!

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We left on Easter Sunday morning. Before heading out we attending an Easter Sunrise Service on the beach…a 22 year tradition down on Marco Island. It really touched me, especially as we parked and started walking barefoot down the beach through the sand towards the service spot, along with hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of others. There were even big boats that were anchored out in the ocean because they could hear the service with the great speaker setup they had. We laid down our towels and our beach chairs and enjoyed the service, celebrating our Risen Lord and Savior. But I was most moved to tears by all the many, many people there for Jesus!

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On the road again….Lessons in contentment and having a grateful heart:

Off we go on our 10 hour drive home. We were driving CJ’s parents SUV on this trip instead of ours (don’t ask), and I had discovered on my outing to Naples with Evie earlier in the week that the air conditioner was clearly not working in the vehicle. Well, it was 90 degrees for a good 6 hours of the trip on the way home and it is very difficult to have the windows open in a car going 80 miles an hour down a highway. We’d blast the vent air for awhile, then open the windows for a couple minutes and then close them and blast the vent air….

Here is the journey of my mind….

“I am going to FREAK OUT!!! This is RIDICULOUS!!! WHY couldn’t we have driven our own truck???!!!” I AM SO HOT! I am going to FREAK OUT! I AM FREAKING OUT! I AM SO HOT I AM GOING TO DIE! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!! I AM MISERABLE!!”

Then, God had to get involved, knock-knock-knocking on my heart….“dear Shel, you are riding in a luxury vehicle, you have just left a lovely vacation where you stayed in a free condo in one of the warmest places in the whole country, you do not deserve any of this, yet you are one of a tiny, tiny minority that is fortunate enough to enjoy such things, why do you think you deserve air conditioning on this trip? Contentment, my child….I would like you to practice contentment and a grateful heart for the next 10 hours in this hot vehicle.”

Fine, then.

So I did. Every time I thought I just could not take it any more and wanted to curse in my mind anything and everyone that had a hand in putting me in this hot torture chamber situation I thanked and praised God for the comfortable luxury of the vehicle, the fabulous condo, the superb weather and scenery, and the special family time we just had. I kept repeating that I was content and thankful and refused to allow my mind to go to a dark, complaining place. And it REALLY helped. God is always willing to meet us when we seek after Him.

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In order to distract me from the heat, CJ offered to get my computer set up for me with a special thingy that gave me internet access on the road. I got on facebook and proceeded to type my friend a long and lengthy novel about our week and things God was teaching me and just a million and one musings which took me 20-30 min to write. Literally 2 seconds before I hit the send button we drive through a dead zone and my internet access and computer shut down. Facebook does not have an automatic save feature, so when I got logged back on, my entire cathartic masterpiece novel to my friend was gone! FREAK OUT! (do you see how itchy my trigger finger always is on wanting to freak out! It is a personality disorder in me that I daily have to give over to God and try to restrain!) I grumbled and complained and threatened to throw the computer out the window until I had CJ good and sick of me.

And then God’s voice was back in my head telling me to get over myself again. It went something like this…”well aren’t you just so special that you deserve a laptop computer with internet access (that doesn’t meltdown and lose your writing that you are taking too much pride in) on your lap as you drive down the highway in a luxury vehicle (albeit with no a/c, but I digress) returning from a vacation in paradise. I want you to practice contentment and a grateful heart on this 10 hour drive in a hot, a/c-less, vehicle with faulty internet access and a dying computer battery.”

Fine, then.

So I did. I got over myself, put my computer away and made my thoughts be of the grateful and content variety. God is always willing to meet us when we seek after Him.

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Whew! So we made it home about 9:30pm that night. We were REALLY looking forward to discovering where the cat had made his litterbox the first 3 days he was alone in the house unbeknownst to us. The house smelled ever so fresh when we entered! The girls took off to find him and he came to us right away. He seemed SO RELIEVED to see his family, but was clearly traumatized by the experience, and 2 weeks later is still not the same cat that he was before we left…he is much more needy and we have to let him in the house a lot more now and give him extra cuddles and love. First his brother runs away, and then 3 weeks later his family disappears and he gets trapped in the house with no food, water, or litterbox for 3 days. I am pretty sure we will be getting him a new companion soon. We just can’t help ourselves!

Anyway, I am sure you are dying to hear where he litter boxed….Well, poor Evie, her bed was his pee-pee spot. There was pee all over her bed! And his poo-poo spot was in the cushion crack of our leather sofa in the family room.

He also pee-pee’d all over a foam topper we put on our guest bed that was in a heap in the guest room…we threw that away.

It took me all week to get Evie’s bed cleaned up and remade. I desperately hope that the cat does not think that is his indoor spot to pee now when he comes in the house!

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So, all in all, we had a great adventure and memorable Spring Break 2009! I am thankful, and I am content!

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So, was it a satisfying retrospective of our trip to read? That is if you even made it through the whole thing. My sister told me her husband stopped reading my blog because I was too wordy. Oh well. Here I am world! You don’t have to like me!

Be thankful and content today in all circumstances, dear ones!

:)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Fabulous Florida Fotos!

I have so much to chit-chat about regarding the trip, that I thought I'd just dump the photos into this post and then write another post with all my thought tidbits from our Spring Break trip.

So to get me motivated to write my post, here are some favorite shots from last week...


























Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I really am...

...planning on posting all the adventures and some pics of our trip...really. I am.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

T minus 20 hours and counting...




...and this is where I will be headed!

I am busy today preparing to leave, which involves laundry, supervising the clean up of the animals so we don't have to send them to their guest homes in the disgusting state we allow them to live in our house, and aimless wandering around as I plot and plan in my brain how to pack as little clothing as possible for us, whittle down the car bags that the children are packing for themselves, and figure out what to pack, foodwise, in the coolers.

I AM SO EXCITED TO LEAVE!!!!

We are very fortunate to have a great condo to go to, owned by my husband's parents, in Marco Island. The inlaws have just returned from their winter down there, so we will have the place to ourselves, and I am very much looking forward to being together as a family without the stresses of the daily grind here at home.

We are very relaxed vacationers, not adventurous at all, so the week will consist of relaxing at the condo pool, relaxing at the beach, and relaxing on the lounger on the screened in porch. The girls are always quite content with this schedule and keep themselves entertained quite nicely with no specific plan or adventure to busy them.

I don't know if I will have internet access down there, or whether I will even bring my computer with me...we'll see!

Spring Break, here we come!