Monday, September 29

Twinkle Toes

My sister-in-law gave me this adorable outfit after H's birth...we thought we better give her the opportunity to wear it a few times before she gets too big and the weather changes...we love it!! Here's my little twinkle toes showing off her dance moves!

Big, Bald, and Beautiful

Yes she's bald, drools all over me, has the biggest thunder thighs in the world, and wakes me up in the middle of the night...but she's the true love of my life! I'm getting so sad that my baby is growing up but loving every new step she learns!! I loved my other babies too, but knowing that H is probably my last I truly appreciate my moments with her and look forward to every toothless smile.

Friday, September 19

The Fighting Seagulls

This month, A has been on a city league soccer team with a few of her friends. They have two games a week for about five weeks on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Today, I caught the action on the Digital SLR camera from my work with a telephoto lens. You can see some of those photos here, or go to

A started out the "season" primarily socializing, doing cartwheels, and even picking up bird feathers off the field. Gradually, she has figured out why she is on the field and is not afraid to get into the action herself. She has really turned into a "Go Getter." Maybe next year, she'll be the Unstoppable A.

"Looking Back...."

A started 1st grade a couple of weeks ago. At first things were a little shakey and she begged me to home school her. I politely told her that this was not an option. A's biggest hang up was lunch time. I think seeing all the "big kids" at lunch scared her. Luckily the school let her call me for the first couple of days so that I could send her my love. However, these past two weeks things have dramatically changed and A LOVES school and has made lots of new friends.

C also started her first year in pre-school!!! We decided to do a co-op pre-school with some neighbors which has been great so far. This means that I only have to teach every seven weeks which isn't that bad. C insists on wearing a skirt or dress every day so we're usually getting in a fight over it but she always wins. Pre-school has been good for C because it forces her out of her "own little world" and into a little bit of reality where her friends aren't fairies, princesses, and an occasional witch or two!

Friday, September 5

One fall = 13 stitches.

(photos are before stitches)

As usual, A was dancing around in our family room last night. Only this time, as she twirled, she tripped on a pillow on the floor and ended up falling into a shelf on the entertainment center—splitting her chin open.

Half an hour later, we were at the local clinic—luckily for us they were still open. We paid our copay and waited for the doctor. Understandably, A was scared about what the doc might do to her. She said that it didn't hurt too much, but she was very scared of the unknown. I tried to explain to her that he was going to "patch her up with stitches." Not knowing what stitches were, I explained that it was "string."

When they told me what they needed to do, I decided to have Cheryl come over too. (Thank you Sandy for watching C for us) When Cheryl arrived, the nurse needed to give A a shot of Ketamine to eliminate the fight in her. She had a lot of fight just trying to give her that shot—it took two of us to hold her down. Within a minute or two, she was limp. The doc referred the effects of the drug as similar to Alice in Wonderland.

For the next hour, the doc cleaned out the wound, numbed her with local anesthesia and sewed her back together. Three subdermal dissolving stitches and ten surface stitches—they will be taken out next week. There is NO WAY she would have sat still enough for the doc to put in all those stitches. She mumbled a few phrases while she was out.

When A came back to consciousness, she described her experience as that she was a sleep and that it felt like "people were walking on [her]." The sedative is the same one used when the troops are injured in combat for emergency field medical operations. On the way home, she complained of some double vision and at about 9pm, she vomited. Shortly after that, she was a sleep. After 10pm, I carried her to bed and we changed her bandage.

It is scary to see your child in a state of unconsciousness caused by a drug. You hear too many stories of children given the wrong dosage and having major complications due to an overdose. You just hope and pray that these doctors know what they are doing and that everything will be alright. All you can do is comfort them while they are in such a helpless and vulnerable state—even though they themselves are not in the reality we are experiencing. I do have to praise A for her strength and bravery through all of this. She was a real tough girl.