Some recents firsts for our family. First the good: Nathaniel has been standing on his own for a few seconds at a time. Still wobbly, but standing, then quickly foomping down on his bottom, or reaching for a hand.
The bad, Nathaniel is eating everything, and I do mean everything. Lint, carpet yarns, old food dug out from under the fridge... It's so gross! I've never had a kid shove anything he could get in his mouth before he even looked at it.
And the ugly: Joshua stuck a toy up his nose last night. He started screaming incoherently about 9:30 last night. I asked him what was the matter, and he replied, "I stuck deh diamond in my nose and now I tan't det it out." So I took him to the doctor and she very kindly got it out. It was a small pink gem that was flat on one side. Ugh. We had a lengthy discussion about what you do and do not put in your body. Only sounds in the ears, sights in the eyes, food in the mouth and air in the nose. Ah the things kids do.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
And so begins the contest...
I have been searching for a while now to find a friend who needed to lose weight as much as I do. There are plenty who need to lose a little, but I need to lose a lot. I also needed it to be a contest, because the need to win motivates me. I finally found someone to fill this need: my sister, Deborah. We're both going to try to lose 20 pounds. When we both get there I am going to provide an airline ticket & a hotel stay in Portland so we can go have fun & go shopping together. We've also promised each other some $50 gift. And, whomever loses 10 pounds first will be treated to a Keva Juice by the other. And the first to lose 20 will get a $10 gift card. Woo! Now the hard part.... losing the weight!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Life just isn't fair, is it?
This is my 7th attempt to write in my blog this day. Mike was shocked that the last time I went to my blog I didn’t write. It was my birthday. I hate my birthdays. Not because I’m getting older. I can handle that. It’s the history on my birthdays. When I turned 10, we spent the day de-lousing my house & family. Not fun on any day, but especially on my birthday. When I turned 15 it was my brother’s funeral. Oh how that day is burned into my memory.
We never expected Benjamin to live, since he was born with down syndrome & a terrible set of heart problems. He did live for a while though, and we hoped the heart surgery would let him stay even longer. It was not to be though, and he passed away on June 30th. I was on a school field trip and didn’t get to hold him a last time to say goodbye. Then my parents asked if it would be ok if they had the funeral on my birthday. What could I say? I knew how badly my parents were hurting. I would have given them anything. I was already doing anything I could to get my father to laugh or eat. He was doing neither. My mom seemed to be handling it better, but that was not saying much. So on my birthday the funeral proceded. Everyone who came, sang happy birthday to me after the lunch. Nice, but I didn’t feel at all happy.
It took me years to recover. I don’t think my parents could see my depression through their own.
All this was brought freshly to mind this week when I found out that Char’s son Mason was in the hospital. I got Melinda and we rushed up there. We found Char and gave her a hug, and the juice & book I brought for her.
As we left I told Melinda I had a bad feeling about this. I didn’t think things would go well for Mason. Melinda insisted there could be a miracle, and told me about her father. I agreed there could be, but realist that I am, also said that perhaps the miracle would be that Char & Dave would be able to bear whatever happened with Mason. I worry for Char. Mike wondered if losing a twin would be easier or harder. I think both. I think it would be harder every time she saw the empty crib, carseat, or highchair. But too, I think it would be easier because she still has Lincoln to hold, to see smile & laugh. But that may just make it harder too. It also seems this would be I don’t know. The closest relative I’ve ever lost is my brother, Benjamin. We didn’t expect to keep Benjamin, though. We hoped we would, but we knew he might not make it. I think Char’s loss would be harder, because she never expected to lose her son. I don’t know. I also wish I knew what to do to help her. It took me years to heal from losing my brother. I’m betting it will take a long while for her to heal too. In the meantime I’ll still be praying for her, and contacting her regularly, even if it’s just to see if she wants to be left alone.
We never expected Benjamin to live, since he was born with down syndrome & a terrible set of heart problems. He did live for a while though, and we hoped the heart surgery would let him stay even longer. It was not to be though, and he passed away on June 30th. I was on a school field trip and didn’t get to hold him a last time to say goodbye. Then my parents asked if it would be ok if they had the funeral on my birthday. What could I say? I knew how badly my parents were hurting. I would have given them anything. I was already doing anything I could to get my father to laugh or eat. He was doing neither. My mom seemed to be handling it better, but that was not saying much. So on my birthday the funeral proceded. Everyone who came, sang happy birthday to me after the lunch. Nice, but I didn’t feel at all happy.
It took me years to recover. I don’t think my parents could see my depression through their own.
All this was brought freshly to mind this week when I found out that Char’s son Mason was in the hospital. I got Melinda and we rushed up there. We found Char and gave her a hug, and the juice & book I brought for her.
As we left I told Melinda I had a bad feeling about this. I didn’t think things would go well for Mason. Melinda insisted there could be a miracle, and told me about her father. I agreed there could be, but realist that I am, also said that perhaps the miracle would be that Char & Dave would be able to bear whatever happened with Mason. I worry for Char. Mike wondered if losing a twin would be easier or harder. I think both. I think it would be harder every time she saw the empty crib, carseat, or highchair. But too, I think it would be easier because she still has Lincoln to hold, to see smile & laugh. But that may just make it harder too. It also seems this would be I don’t know. The closest relative I’ve ever lost is my brother, Benjamin. We didn’t expect to keep Benjamin, though. We hoped we would, but we knew he might not make it. I think Char’s loss would be harder, because she never expected to lose her son. I don’t know. I also wish I knew what to do to help her. It took me years to heal from losing my brother. I’m betting it will take a long while for her to heal too. In the meantime I’ll still be praying for her, and contacting her regularly, even if it’s just to see if she wants to be left alone.
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