Sunday, March 22, 2009

Words I love... and some days, words I need

Shortly after Gracie was born, a friend shared these words by Erma Bombeck. I printed them, along with a few other quotes and poems, and had a handful of copies strategically placed throughout my spaces, so that when I needed to regroup with more than just a picture of Gracie (or a picture of John and Gracie), I could. I had one in my desk drawer at work, one on a bulletin board in my home office and after she got her trach, I had one folded in an envelope at the bottom of her suction bag along with her emergency pacemaker info.

These words speak to me, not because I think I am exceptional for being a mother to a special needs child, but because they give me the strength to dig a little deeper and find the traits I know I possess and need to use in order to mother my daughter. It's not easy sometimes, okay - - a lot of times, but motherhood, to any child, isn't supposed to be easy. I don't read this too often anymore, and since we've moved, it's not up in the house anywhere. But, after a very rough couple of "obsessive compulsive" days with my girl, I pulled it out and read it today.

I will be calling Monday morning to have her ears checked, as I am quite certain that something is going on and, other than to be exceptionally rigid in routine and obsessive beyond distraction or redirection (and to the point of being a little self-injurious), she rarely gives any indication when it's her ears.


The Special Mother
by Erma Bombeck


Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

'Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecelia. Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity.'
Finally he passes a name to an angel and smiles, 'Give her a handicapped child.'

The angel is curious, 'Why this one, God? She's so happy.'

'Exactly,' says God. 'Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.'
'But has she patience?' asks the angel.

'I don't want her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make him live in her world, and that's not going to be easy.'
'But, Lord, I don't think that she even believes in you.'

God smiles, 'No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.'
The angel gasps, 'Selfishness? Is that a virtue?'

God nods, 'If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.'
'I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.'

'And what about her patron saint?' asks the angel, pen poised in midair.

God smiles, 'A mirror will suffice.'

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Miss Moriah


For months now, I have had a picture of our sweet little friend in CHARGE, Moriah, posted in the sidebar. It is my hope that each person who reads this blog, takes a moment to be led by whatever way they feel... by prayer, hope, positive thoughts, meditation... and think of precious Moriah and her parents as she fights so courageously for her life.

Yesterday, Moriah's mommy, Victoria, posted this on their blog. Please join me in sending your faithful, hopeful and positive thoughts toward this amazing, loving family.

"Moriah had to be emergently re-intubated this morning. She just stopped breathing all of a sudden, and wasn't responsive. Everyone swarmed in here within a minute and got her stabilized. Her carbon dioxide levels were in the 130's (normal for her are 60's), which is the reason why she was so unresponsive.

The CT scan that she had yesterday didn't show anything more about the nodules in her lungs. They thought that if they were bigger, it could be fungus. However, they're the same size.
Moriah is back on linezolid in case she has any resistance to the vancomycin from being on it for so long. There is nothing more they can do as far as antibiotics go...
She is still having fevers, but is doing okay right now. I was just reminded of how quickly things can change."

"Please join me in purposeful prayer this weekend in praying for my little girl. In whichever way you feel led, let us lift Moriah up to the Lord together, and pray for the source of this infection to be found, and for it to be resolved. For guidance and wisdom for the Nurses and Doctors...if any other tests need to be done or repeated...that they would know what to do to help Moriah get better."


Friday, March 20, 2009

Foto Friday vol. 8

Despite all of the "it figures" over the last couple of weeks, there are constantly bright moments in each day.
Sometimes you have to make it a point to find them; other times they are right in front of you.
The last couple of weeks in a nutshell:
A very full plate... And my cup runneth over.

Did you know that being able to curl your tongue is an inherited trait?

Look out Doogie Howser!
Last week, Preston showed the new nurse how to take Gracie's vitals and have a good listen in the morning.

On Wednesday when I took Preston to the pediatrician, we patiently played and waited on the sick side. Ortencia, the nurse, called Preston's name, he looked up at her and calmly shook his head, signed and said, "Noooo. Nurse, ouch, nooo." He didn't panic, but he clearly remembered that she was the nurse who gave him his shots just a week before. She cracked up, as did I, and we both assured him, "No ouch today, Preston. No shots, no pokes! We are just saying hello to the doctor and showing him the rash on your tummy."
He accepted that and then we waited in the exam room. The doctor came in and Preston said, "Doctuh, rash, yook (look)" and pulled up his shirt. Soooooo cute!

"Saturday Night Fever"


Sunday Night's Prescription:
Two doses of Tylenol (one for each child)
plus a whole lotta Daddy time
Benefits of this medication: Much happier children
Side effects: Hyper children who ignore bedtime


Miss Gracie... in full "diva mode" following her salon trim and style.
I just love the shot of the two of them together.

I've written a lot lately about how many new experiences Gracie has tolerated. After Monday's dentist appointment (where she was a bonafide, x-ray takin' rockstar as usual!), she surprised me yet again. Unfortunately, I did not have my camera and, for the first time in a while, actually left the house with my cell phone charging on the kitchen counter. Doesn't it just figure?!
Despite still being on the mend and needing meds for fever, I couldn't waste an opportunity (Gracie's nurse was with us) to take Preston for a quick trim. I love his hair longer, but his view was getting to be too much blonde and too little "world," so it was time. I also wanted to trim Gracie's bangs and even out the length a bit, but figured I'd do that at home. The last time Preston got his haircut (in October), Gracie was incredibly stressed out while we waited.
On Monday, though, she was perfectly happy watching Preston get his haircut. He sat in the fire engine, checked himself out in the mirror and watched a little bit of the Elmo video that we picked out. Mostly, though, he just turned to Gracie and said, "GeeGhee, dit" (Gracie, sit) and pointed to the yellow taxi-cab chair next to him. He wanted her to sit and get her haircut, too! I opted to wait until he was done and see if she'd like to sit in the same chair he used. She did. And she couldn't get enough of her cute self in the mirror. The stylist put a drape on her. She didn't fuss a bit (this was a huge shocker)! In fact, if anything, she just settled in that chair even more. She sat perfectly still for a quick spritz, trim and styling with the flowers and all. If I'd had foreseen such success, I'd have had more length cut off and her a-line reshaped, but I wanted it to be as quick and pleasant as possible. She knew she looked good. She couldn't stop smiling. And, she never once tried to take those flowers out the rest of the day!
(Oh... and I mustn't forget the new shoes... aren't they ridiculously cute?! How can a girl not have a great day with shoes like that?!)


Enjoying the "spring-eve" sunshine and citrus blossom-scented air

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

It figures

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that after spending months working on the right school placement for Gracie and finally, after weeks of jumping through insurance hoops, getting her nursing approved and having a nurse start part-time (all at the requirement of the school), the district decides to change the structure of the program and eliminate the need/ability for her to have her private-duty nurse attend school with her.

Yep, that's right. The dreaded process of establishing trust, rapport and a routine of responsibilities with a nurse began the first week of March. The very next week, I was informed that due to the needs of many other students in the SELPA (Special Education Local Plan Area), they were working on restructuring the program at the school to include an on-site RN and health aides instead of students attending with their private nurses. While this is a great development for the community as a whole (due to the numerous deaf/hard of hearing students with multiple medical needs and multiple disabilities), it was kind of like having the rug pulled out from under me (and the new nurse who was hired for certain hours and to eventually go to school with Gracie).

I had finally given in to the idea of having help again and had settled with it easier knowing that some of the hours would be with Gracie at school instead of all in our home. Now the only way to utilize those hours is to have someone work an 8-hour day after school. I am just not sure that I want to have someone in our home until 9 or 10 pm. And, there aren't agencies/nurses, for the most part, who staff four-hour shifts. Ugh.

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that when many of the kinks get worked out for school placement, new kinks are made. AND... that the regular school year will have less than two months left once Gracie is able to start. She has, essentially, lost the entire year. I think next year will be a repeat year of "kindergarten" for her.

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that when my husband went out of town for two days (work related) on Friday afternoon, both kids woke-up in the middle of the night with high fevers and congestion. Gracie slept only about an hour on Friday night. Preston's fever was as high as 103.2 without constant Tylenol and just broke on Tuesday night. Gracie was down for the count until Saturday evening, rallied a bit and then had a rough night Saturday. By Sunday at noon, she was completely back to herself. Preston, while fevery and stuffy, was happy and playful as long as the Tylenol was on board.

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that the night that John got home (Sunday), and offered to be in charge of Gracie while I attempted some rest, Gracie had a six-hour stretch of sleep. And doesn't it just figure that Preston did not!

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that on Tuesday night Gracie had the best night sleep she's had in months and I had to wake her from this peaceful slumber at 6:30 am to prepare to leave for the hospital. She had (finally) fallen asleep at 12am.

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that on the same day (Wednesday) that Gracie needed to be at the hospital at 8am for a couple of tests (Upper GI and Swallow Study... don't get me started on this) that Preston wakes up with a more obvious rash than the splotchiness from the night before. After I returned home with Gracie, I left her in her new nurse's care, sent a very tired, graveyard-shift working husband to bed and got Preston in the car to drive to the pediatrician's (back down to the hospital area) and have his rash checked-out... just in case.

He received his postponed dose of MMR (the "12 month" dose) last Wednesday (the 11th), and even though I was fairly certain he was fine and even mentioned Roseola to John and Gracie's nurse, I wanted him to be checked out. He is fine... and likely has Roseola - - as a case of "mock measles" would just now be showing-up rather than ending. Anyway, he's fine and it was good for his pediatrician to see him without his sister present... he was far less stressed and much more "himself."

Doesn't it just figure...

  • that when the kids seemed to be on the mend from their "ick," I felt it coming on. I have been drinking fluids like crazy. taking medicine and trying to deny it, but I have the stuffy nose, headache and sore throat to prove that I am losing the fight. With the schedule being kept around here, though, there is no time for this mommy to be down for the count.

I did, however, take an hour on Sunday when John got home and to get a LONG overdue pedicure... the first in almost a year. While it was rushed (I arrived less than an hour before closing), it was exactly what I needed to get through the rest of the day/night. It was the first hour of true "me" time since we moved.

Doesn't it just "fiscally" figure...

  • That in the same month that our old house finally is rented, there is a problem with the garage doors that will eat up all of the rental income for the month. And, doesn't it also figure that in the same month our old washer and dryer finally did their last loads, the lease on our family car was up.

The good news... the house is rented. Other good news... "June Cleaver" and "Harriet Nelson" (my new washer and dryer) are amazing "housewives" and do fabulously large, quick and super clean loads of laundry. The only bummer with them is that their price didn't include folding and putting away the clothes!

A Little Medical Update:

  • Gracie's current weight is 25lbs... up from 23... and hanging in at 25lbs despite the recent "ick." She is slowly closing the gap on her brother - - he's got her by one pound right now.
  • Saw the cardiologist, who unlike the GI doctor, took the time to listen to me, spent 90 minutes with us doing his own pacer check, echo, and additional pacer checks to observe Gracie's whole body twitching with each beat of her heart. Turns out, despite the GI doctor telling me I was wrong, the cardiologist confirmed that Gracie is most definitely "diaphragmatically pacing." In a nutshell, one of her pacemaker leads is too close to her diaphragm and for a good portion of the day, her diaphragm is stimulated by the current going through that lead, which causes her whole body to "pulse." He made several adjustments to her pacemaker settings in the hopes of alleviating this discomfort, but could only do so much to keep her settings within safe ranges as she's completely dependent. If we can't keep her comfortable enough, the only other option is surgery to move the lead... that's full open-heart surgery... so we are trying EVERYTHING else first. The good news in all this is: he's proactive, listens to me and he truly cares about Gracie. While this issue doesn't explain or solve her numerous GI/neuro issues, it definitely helps to explain the extra difficulty with feedings since her surgery last August. Slowly, but surely, we are getting back those five pounds.
  • Saw the new opthamologist... she's nice.
  • Saw the new dentist... he's SUPER nice!
  • Received her new PT/OT clinic recommendations... each therapy... TWICE a week. While that is a lot... A LOT... the fact that they've made a recommendation like that rather recommending "consultation" proves the need for the services both in clinic and in her educational setting. I have no idea how much she'll actually tolerate, but am thrilled with the aggressive recommendation. At least I know that part of her team wants to push her to reach her full potential.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Foto Friday vol. 7 - Oldies But Goodies

My laptop is on the fritz. It's been randomly shutting down for several weeks now. I've done system restores, I've run and re-run virus scans and double checked all security... nothing seems to be wrong - - my guess is that it's a power issue. Thursday night it shut down and won't turn back on. LOVELY.

Anyway, I am posting from "Ole Bessie" my (very antiquated) desktop that doesn't even have wireless capabilities. It's been around since before Gracie was born... and in computer years, that's pretty old!

So today's "Foto Friday" will be a few selections that are stored here in Bessie's hard drive! :-)


Happy Bath Bunny
April 2004



My Big Girl
One Year Old



Time to Eat
May 2004
(Pre-trach... lots of baby food tasting during very sloooow 50ml bolus feedings)

Cutie Patootie on the Couch
September 2005


The Joy of Bubbles
Gracie's 3rd Birthday (and Easter Sunday 2006)


Summertime Sliding
August 2006


Thursday, March 12, 2009

Random "Mommy Thoughts"

- Having a drive-thru dairy within a couple of miles of the house makes me very happy.

- It's entirely frustrating that Preston takes his medicine for John without much of a fuss. Is it a little weird that this ability of my husband's is now a quality I find quite attractive?!

- Having a sick toddler isn't any fun... but having an extra cuddly one is nice! (Having said sick toddler rub his stuffy nose on your shirt is not so nice.)

Not sure what these things (and my willingness to share them!) say about me...!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Shine... in her own time

I write this with scattered thoughts, my brain in tangent mode and my body more exhausted than usual due to less than an hour of sleep last night thanks to Gracie's latest string of "night parties." Tonight appears to be no different than last and with John on graveyard shift now, there's good reason to expect that the posts on this blog might be a little less intelligible than normal.

Anyway... I am thinking about Gracie... and all that she is doing lately. And, because today she met with her new home hospital teacher and the district program specialist, I am also thinking about all that she is not doing. I don't like doing that. It's hard to explain to someone who has just met her why she doesn't just sign in open conversation even though she has plenty of vocabulary to carry on a short little exchange like Preston does. She has the expressive language, but it's not always something she uses. It's "stuck" in there... a lot. Then, most often when you are least expecting it, it flows out of her like a little river. The same is true when you ask her to complete a task. Sometimes she'll stare at you blankly and, more often than not, the moment you turn your back (or she thinks you're not looking) she does exactly what you've just spent the last umpteen minutes trying to teach. She's always paying attention, she has an amazing memory and yet (what seems to be) the simplest task can be left undone for several lessons and then... she just does it.

For example, we have these colored bean bags that we used to teach Gracie her colors. She has known them for a long time (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and brown). But, when you show her the bean bags now and sign, "Gracie, what color is this?" she often stares blankly at you or looks away. While I tend to joke that she's thinking, "Mommy, if you don't know your colors by now, then something is wrong. Aren't you bored with this silly game?" the fact of the matter is that she's actually not responding (some of the time) due to an inability to access her expressive language. (Some of the time she's just ignoring me!) When she's "on," she will sign "color" and then sign the name of the color. A few weeks ago, Preston brought out the bean bags and when I asked Gracie the colors, she quickly breezed through them. Later that same night, the kids were playing with blocks. Gracie picked one up, turned toward me, signed "block," then paused for a moment, signed "color" and then "blue." "Yes," I said and signed (in pure shock at this random burst of unprompted expressive language), "that's a blue block." This went on for a moment, with three more blocks and then she turned away from me and continued picking up blocks (and one stacking cup), signing "color" and then the name of the color. This is the pile I made. She made only two mistakes and corrected herself...



Then, the next day, not a color sign in sight!
Instead, she played herself a little game of (what I now call) "Alphabet Soup." Gracie knows her alphabet. She can sign the whole thing. She has it memorized and will speed ahead of you if you're not signing at that moment's preferred pace. (Other times, like today with the new teacher, she wouldn't even sign "A"... UGH!) Anyway, the kids have magnet letters and we work with them in various ways all the time. This is a bit more abstract than the flashcards and other ABC printed items we use because the letters are able to be manipulated - - flipped over, upside down, etc. and thus, the letter's appearance changes and she has to think about orienting it correctly or must recognize it the way she's holding it. That night, hanging out on the family room floor, she just started picking them up, signing the word "letter" and then naming the letter. I was awestruck. I didn't give her any indication that I was watching her (as once again, her back was turned to me). I just started making a pile and mental notes of the things she was doing. At first I didn't realize that she was signing "letter," I thought she was picking them all up and signing "L"! Silly me! She made a few mistakes... she picked up the "R" by the rounded part upside down and signed "K." Um... yep, that does look like a "K." Smart girl. I didn't want to interrupt her so I made another pile of the "mistakes" and we went over them when her little game ended (to which she paid little attention!).
This is a picture of the "correct" pile, no mistakes here. (I oriented the "M" and "W" the way that she signed them... and would have accepted either label as a correct answer!)



She plays this game often now, but will NEVER let me play with her... I can watch and sit by, but if I try to ask her about a letter, she will stop. Grrrrrrr...

All of this makes me think about the lyrics to a song by Rachel Coleman (co-creator of the "Signing Time" series... a huge hit in our house with kids and parents, alike!). The song is called, "Shine" and it has often played on my internal soundtrack over the years as I've worked with (and thought about) Gracie.

"Sometimes I see you stuck
For such a long time
A daily nothing new
Pretend I don’t mind
With lists of things you’ll never do
Until somehow you do
And you do — you do — you shine"


When Gracie turned three, we knew that her educational placement would have to remain at home, her medical status still too fragile and unpredictable. Additionally, she was incredibly afraid in any indoor environment other than home. It didn't matter where we went - - Nana's, friends' homes, the mall, a small store - - it was all so terrifying... so much so that pushing her limits and forcing these outings on her would often cause her such significant stress that she'd literally become ill for days at a time. Back then, stressers would often trigger her horrible abdominal migraine cycles and she'd be down for the count, functioning in the dark and barely tolerating pedialyte. It was torturous to watch, we were helpless and the scars from those years of unbelievable discomfort are still so fresh - - for all of us.

We wanted so badly to see her in school, making little friends, playing, etc. But that just wasn't in her cards. She has missed so much because of being at home, and yet, that was the only possibility for her at the time. Thankfully, her home-hospital team was tremendous, her nurse, Judy, and John and I worked tirelessly with her. It felt, though, like those years stuck at home, literally housebound, would never end.

"The days and months and years,
they run together
Is it just one day? Or is this forever?
You’ve taught me in your lifetime
More than I’d learned in mine
And you do, you do, you shine"


She is no longer in that place medically or developmentally. She is so willing to try new things and go new places. She still prefers being outdoors... but so do her parents and so do most kids! Developmentally she is miles beyond where she was as she was turning three, and yet, there are days that, until I re-read the measurable accomplishments, I forget how far she has come. Those days are more prevalent this time of year as I prepare again for an IEP... in a new school district with new providers who, while caring deeply (I can already tell), they don't yet "get" her. They don't know that she needs time to process - - more time than the "other" kids who need time to process. They don't know that next month, I will likely be showing them a picture or video of her doing the "thing" that they just couldn't get her to pay attention to all of this month.

"Well, maybe I’m too close to see you clearly
Or is it now my role to simply believe?
You’re just one of those mysteries
That may never be solved in time
But you do — you do — you shine"

I think the other thing that sometimes makes my mind wander is reading about the accomplishments of countless others who are so much younger than Gracie. The ways in which Gracie is affected by CHARGE Syndrome are so vast and, quite frankly, severe, and then as if that in itself isn't enough, she deals with the brain injury, too. Knowing all of this about her, and being completely amazed by how far she has come and continues to go, I still sometimes feel a little sting in my gut when I learn about all of the amazing things all of our friends in CHARGE are doing. Make no mistake, I love reading about them and all that they, too, are constantly overcoming. I am so incredibly proud of them and truly happy for them and rejoice in it all along with their determined, hard-working, endlessly supportive parents. But every once in a while, and especially this time of year, I become more consciously aware of the leaps that many kids are taking beyond my daughter's. I don't dwell on it and having these thoughts does not (IN ANY WAY) mean that I don't completely accept her for who she is. I know that having these feelings is normal. We all want our children to reach the their full potential... whatever that may be for Gracie, I am doing everything I can to help her reach it. The pride I have for her and all that she continues to overcome is beyond description. I believe in her. I believe that now that she will finally be able to go to school regularly that she will continue making great progress. I know that it will take time... and that my job right now is to help her new team understand what I already know so well... Gracie shines, in her own time.

"Shine your light on me
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
And everyone will see
Shine Shine Shine Shine Shine
I’m so glad you are mine
And you’ll shine, and you shine"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Dusty Eggs

I do not have a hang-up about my age. I do not face my birthday with dread. I do not, by any means, think I am old.

But today, when I woke-up on my 35th birthday, something in me felt slightly sadder than the day before. I don't feel any older, I don't look any older, but today, I officially have "dusty eggs." I am well aware of the fact that millions of women, many women whom I know and love, have babies well past their thirty-fifth birthday. But, these women are not me. I became a "high risk" mother the minute that Miss Gracie was born. I held my breath through my entire pregnancy with Preston because I knew, much better than I knew before I became Gracie's mommy, how easily nature can go off course and what a miracle it truly is for a healthy baby to be born. Today I woke-up in the "general" high-risk category simply because of my age (or rather, the age of my eggs) and today, I felt a twinge of unexpected sadness.

I do notice the increasing little lines around my eyes and smile, but I try to remember that I've earned them. I do have many grey (actually, white) hairs peeking through all around my hairline, but I am grateful to be blonde enough still that only I really notice them. I laugh when I meet someone whom I think I might be a "few" years older than, only to learn they've just graduated college and I've got an entire teenager on them. Usually, I am completely grateful to be past all those years and where I am now... more confident, more self-aware, less caught-up in the opinion of others. Today, though, I was keenly aware of their young eggs and mine that are, per the medical world, starting to gather cobwebs like forgotten items in a dark attic.

Perhaps what was a ticking clock yesterday sounded more like a gong today because these days it's completely terrifying to imagine adding to our family (and we'd really like to). Preston is going through a really rough (and rotten) stage - - one that's totally normal, but because Gracie is often on the receiving end of his terrible two wildness, it's really impossible to walk two feet away without worrying that he's going to pounce on her. She's too fragile and little to defend herself and often doesn't even see (or hear) him coming. Don't get me wrong... he's still so sweet and loving toward her, too. This is, my mom keeps reminding me, a phase. Nevertheless, it's impossible to imagine adding a newborn in the mix. At the same time, I feel like, "It's now, or never." I wouldn't want a huge age gap between Preston and a third child, I don't want to be too much older... tick, Tock, TICK, TOCK...

I know that my age is young. I know that despite an achy back and years of terrible sleep, I still feel relatively young. I know I am being completely dramatic and a little self-indulgent... "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!"
I laughed a bit as I told my girlfriends today about my egg issue and admitted that I was being slightly ridiculous. My dear friend, Becky, told me as we hung-up, "Put some party hats on those dusty eggs!" Thanks, Barecca :-). I'm working on it!

Friday, March 6, 2009

Foto Friday vol. 6



A little late-winter beach frolicking


The weekend before Nana and Papa visited was my brother and sister-in-law's couples baby shower. Since we have moved several hundred miles away and since we didn't know that John would have that day off until the afternoon before the shower, it was impossible for me (or any of us) to be there. It was an event that I so longed to attend and I was completely bummed that day, constantly looking at the clock and thinking about where I wished I could be. To take my mind off of things and to cure the kids' cabin fever following several days of rain, we went to lunch at the beach and then played in the sand. It was a wonderful afternoon - - Gracie's second lunch out at a restaurant in a week and a perfect cure to the endless wiggles that had been plaguing Preston! After the kids were sufficiently worn out from playtime, we walked around old town, had coffee and meandered through the beautiful beach-side streets.
It was a wonderful afternoon.

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This is what March looks like on this year's fridge calendar.

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Sunday, March 1, 2009

Foto "Friday" vol. 5 - A long awaited visit

So it's not Friday... it's barely still Sunday... nevertheless, here is "Foto Friday!"

We've had a very busy week - - the highlight of which was Nana and Papa's visit. We were thrilled that they spent so much time with us, especially since Papa only has 15 days leave from his service in Afghanistan. He will be leaving this Wednesday to serve out the rest of his tour (which ends in July).

Since the kids have been looking at pictures of Papa solely in his uniform for the past seven and a half months, he wisely arrived dressed in it to help make the reunion a little easier for them. And while they both immediately knew exactly who he was, they each had a slightly different reaction.

Miss Gracie was still in her carseat (we'd been at two appointments) when she saw Papa for the first time. She looked right at him and leaned toward him ever so slightly with an expression that clearly said, "Seriously... is that really you, Papa? Where have you been?"

Once out of the car, she had no trouble snuggling right in!

Papa and his girl


Preston immediately said, "Hi Papa" and then went straight to Nana! He then went to Papa, told him "hi" again, gave him a kiss and went back to Nana. Just a short time later, the two of them were well into the crazy playing captured here! (And it didn't stop until they left days later!)


Coloring at the dinner table!


We went out to dinner the first night they were here. It was a momentous occasion not just because of Papa and Nana's presence, but because it was the first time all six of us have been in a restaurant together... EVER. Up until about a year ago, most indoor settings (other than our own home) would cause Gracie tremendous panic. This meal was her third at a restaurant in two weeks... the first dinner. She's making such amazing changes and progress... and it was so special that they were here to witness it!




Since I missed posting this week, I also missed blogging Happy Birthday wishes to my mom (Nana) on the 26th, and John on the 28th! Happy Belated Blogger Birthday to both of you!!!