Just a few pictures to tide you over until we get back from the Fiesta Bowl.
Go Cats!
 |
| Johnson Cousins |
 |
| Cline Cousins |
Monday, December 31, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Where does time go?!?
So sorry it has been such a long time since my last post! I can not believe Christmas is less than a week away!
~~
Kade had his adenoids removed the morning of the 7th. Saying the night before was tough for this Mama is an understatement. I kept telling myself that it was a routine procedure and he would be fine. It was a TOTALLY different situation than when Natalie had surgery. Still, the memories of when Natalie had surgery kept surfacing. I was a wreck. Since we had to have Kade at the surgery center early, I took Marleigh out to spend the night at my parents' house. I even had a hard time leaving her, and she wasn't the one having surgery!
We got Kade over to the surgery center, and he did suprisingly well without any food or drink. The nurse came to take him back and I lost it. Complete ugly cry, right there in front of everyone. About 30 minutes later, they took us to a recovery room. They said they would bring Kade right out. For about 5 minutes, I could hear the poor little guy screaming. My heart broke. He had no idea where he was or who these people were, let alone being in pain. They finally brought him to us, still groggy, and still with an IV in his wrist. He would scream and thrash angrily for a couple of minutes, then sleep for about a minute. They finally took his IV out, and about another hour passed of him trying to wake up from the anesthesia. The doctor came and talked with us briefly. He confirmed that Kade's adenoids were nasty, and that his sinus cavities were inflamed. A little while later, we headed home.
Within a day, you would have never known Kade had surgery. They told us not to let him run for 48 hours. Yeah, obviously they don't know Kade very well! ;) I am so glad he had his surgery. He still has chubby cheeks, but they are not as puffy as before. His sinus cavities were so swollen, that it actually made his cheeks puffy. Very thankful to have the procedure behind us!
~~
I had previously mentioned both on the blog and on Facebook, that Marleigh had been having some serious #2 issues. She all of the sudden was having accidents ALL the time, and it was sort of a sticky consistency. (Sorry, TMI, I know.) This all started at the tail end of her antibiotics, so I thought it might possibly have messed with the "good" bacteria in her tummy, so I pushed plenty of yogurt and fiber. I kept thinking things would improve. Finally, after battling it for a month, I made her an appointment with the doctor. The night before her scheduled appointment, she FINALLY had a nice, normal bowel movement. The next day, the doctor and I discussed everything that had been going on. I am officially the worst mother ever. Marleigh had had a bowel obstruction. She was leaking around the obstruction, and often, children can not control it. I felt absolutely horrible that I waited so long to go to the doctor. We have not had a single problem since.
~~
Tuesday, we took Marleigh back to see her opthamologist. She has been doing great wearing her eye patch the last 2 months. I was so shocked and pleased with the results. Her right eye had been somewhere around 20/70. In just 2 short months, her right eye is now between 20/30 to 20/20. I never could have imagined it would make such a dramatic difference in that little time. The doctor instructed us to go to wearing the eye patch every other day to see if she can maintain at that level. We will check her again in February.
I would SO encourage anyone that has a family history of "lazy eye" to get your children screened young by an opthamologist. Marleigh appeared to be seeing just fine. She technically could pass a vision exam, but she was only using her left eye. Her right eye would have continued to weaken to point where it could not be corrected, had we not intervened with glasses and the eye patch.
~~
We are getting ready to head back to Mound City for our Johnson side of Christmas this weekend. It will be good to see everyone. Marleigh is talking about getting to see her grandma, grandpa, aunties and cousins. She is so excited! I asked her if she was excited to see her uncles, too. She said, "Well, I suppose, but they are more for Daddy to play with." Ha ha.... sorry Uncle Ryan, Uncle Chewy, and Uncle Dave! ;)
~~
Kade had his adenoids removed the morning of the 7th. Saying the night before was tough for this Mama is an understatement. I kept telling myself that it was a routine procedure and he would be fine. It was a TOTALLY different situation than when Natalie had surgery. Still, the memories of when Natalie had surgery kept surfacing. I was a wreck. Since we had to have Kade at the surgery center early, I took Marleigh out to spend the night at my parents' house. I even had a hard time leaving her, and she wasn't the one having surgery!
We got Kade over to the surgery center, and he did suprisingly well without any food or drink. The nurse came to take him back and I lost it. Complete ugly cry, right there in front of everyone. About 30 minutes later, they took us to a recovery room. They said they would bring Kade right out. For about 5 minutes, I could hear the poor little guy screaming. My heart broke. He had no idea where he was or who these people were, let alone being in pain. They finally brought him to us, still groggy, and still with an IV in his wrist. He would scream and thrash angrily for a couple of minutes, then sleep for about a minute. They finally took his IV out, and about another hour passed of him trying to wake up from the anesthesia. The doctor came and talked with us briefly. He confirmed that Kade's adenoids were nasty, and that his sinus cavities were inflamed. A little while later, we headed home.
Within a day, you would have never known Kade had surgery. They told us not to let him run for 48 hours. Yeah, obviously they don't know Kade very well! ;) I am so glad he had his surgery. He still has chubby cheeks, but they are not as puffy as before. His sinus cavities were so swollen, that it actually made his cheeks puffy. Very thankful to have the procedure behind us!
~~
I had previously mentioned both on the blog and on Facebook, that Marleigh had been having some serious #2 issues. She all of the sudden was having accidents ALL the time, and it was sort of a sticky consistency. (Sorry, TMI, I know.) This all started at the tail end of her antibiotics, so I thought it might possibly have messed with the "good" bacteria in her tummy, so I pushed plenty of yogurt and fiber. I kept thinking things would improve. Finally, after battling it for a month, I made her an appointment with the doctor. The night before her scheduled appointment, she FINALLY had a nice, normal bowel movement. The next day, the doctor and I discussed everything that had been going on. I am officially the worst mother ever. Marleigh had had a bowel obstruction. She was leaking around the obstruction, and often, children can not control it. I felt absolutely horrible that I waited so long to go to the doctor. We have not had a single problem since.
~~
Tuesday, we took Marleigh back to see her opthamologist. She has been doing great wearing her eye patch the last 2 months. I was so shocked and pleased with the results. Her right eye had been somewhere around 20/70. In just 2 short months, her right eye is now between 20/30 to 20/20. I never could have imagined it would make such a dramatic difference in that little time. The doctor instructed us to go to wearing the eye patch every other day to see if she can maintain at that level. We will check her again in February.
I would SO encourage anyone that has a family history of "lazy eye" to get your children screened young by an opthamologist. Marleigh appeared to be seeing just fine. She technically could pass a vision exam, but she was only using her left eye. Her right eye would have continued to weaken to point where it could not be corrected, had we not intervened with glasses and the eye patch.
~~
We are getting ready to head back to Mound City for our Johnson side of Christmas this weekend. It will be good to see everyone. Marleigh is talking about getting to see her grandma, grandpa, aunties and cousins. She is so excited! I asked her if she was excited to see her uncles, too. She said, "Well, I suppose, but they are more for Daddy to play with." Ha ha.... sorry Uncle Ryan, Uncle Chewy, and Uncle Dave! ;)
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Weekend pics
I am going to the Fiesta Bowl! Yay! As a wise sister-in-law told me, years form now, the kids will never remember that I left them and went to the Fiesta Bowl. Looking forward to the trip!
~~
Here's a few pics from our weekend. Sorry that they aren't very clear. My phone doesn't take the best pictures.
~~
Here's a few pics from our weekend. Sorry that they aren't very clear. My phone doesn't take the best pictures.
 |
| I had football on the TV late Saturday morning. I went to the kitchen, and when I came back, this is how I found Kade. |
 |
| I get all of the kids' clothes ready and laid out before bath time at night. Kade found Marleigh's clean undies and was trying to put them on. I helped him get them on. He was SO proud of himself. Wish I had a video of him strutting around! |
 |
| Marleigh and I played beauty shop Saturday. I straightened her hair. :) |
 |
| Pretty girl with straight hair. She just kept touching it and saying, "It is so smooth!" |
Monday, December 3, 2012
To Fiesta or Not to Fiesta?
I really do try to not judge others. But sometimes, I fail at that miserably. I happen to know of a couple that both parents work full time. They have small children, yet 3 out of 4 weekends, they pawn their kids off on someone else so that they can have "adult" time. It floors me that they don't want to spend more time with their children. I feel like they chose to have these kids, they should be raising them. Not the grandparents or the babysitters. (On a side note, "Dear God, please help me to STOP being Judgmental Judy!") The LAST thing I would ever want to do is to be one of "those parents".
Being a parent is a sacrifice. It is also the greatest reward and privilege. My three kids are my always going to be my finest accomplishments. I love those little people and would do any for them. I fully realize that they are my number one priority right now. Many times, that means giving up or missing out on something that I would have done back before I had kids. But that's okay with me. They are only young once.
While "Mommy" is my number one job, I am still "Sarah", too. It took me quite some time to realize, but I do need on occasion to have some me time. I find that taking some time for me, lowers my stress and helps me to have more patience with Marleigh and Kade.
However, that doesn't stop the constant "Mommy Guilt". I think it is just the way women are wired. If I am away from the kids, there is that constant, nagging guilt that I should be home, taking care of my kids. Take for instance, last week. I had a tax update class in Wichita that I had to attend. Even though it was for work, I couldn't help but feel a little guilt about not being home with Marleigh and Kade at night.
This all leads to my dilemma I am currently facing. As most everyone knows, K-State is playing in the Fiesta Bowl in January. Marc is wanting me to go with him. Pre-children, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. I mean, who knows when the Cats will be in a BCS bowl game again? But, the "Mommy Guilt" and fear of being "those parents" is holding me back. Decisions, decisions.....So, to Fiesta or Not to Fiesta? That is the question.
Being a parent is a sacrifice. It is also the greatest reward and privilege. My three kids are my always going to be my finest accomplishments. I love those little people and would do any for them. I fully realize that they are my number one priority right now. Many times, that means giving up or missing out on something that I would have done back before I had kids. But that's okay with me. They are only young once.
While "Mommy" is my number one job, I am still "Sarah", too. It took me quite some time to realize, but I do need on occasion to have some me time. I find that taking some time for me, lowers my stress and helps me to have more patience with Marleigh and Kade.
However, that doesn't stop the constant "Mommy Guilt". I think it is just the way women are wired. If I am away from the kids, there is that constant, nagging guilt that I should be home, taking care of my kids. Take for instance, last week. I had a tax update class in Wichita that I had to attend. Even though it was for work, I couldn't help but feel a little guilt about not being home with Marleigh and Kade at night.
This all leads to my dilemma I am currently facing. As most everyone knows, K-State is playing in the Fiesta Bowl in January. Marc is wanting me to go with him. Pre-children, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. I mean, who knows when the Cats will be in a BCS bowl game again? But, the "Mommy Guilt" and fear of being "those parents" is holding me back. Decisions, decisions.....So, to Fiesta or Not to Fiesta? That is the question.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Just some stuff
The other day, I had ordered some diapers (LOVE diapers.com) and the shipment had arrived. Forgetting that I had also ordered a color book for Marleigh, I told her she could open the box. Once she found the color book, she gasped, "Thank you!" Just about as I was to tell her "You're welcome", she continued with, "Thank you, box, for my new color book!" and hugged the box. Next time I'll make sure I open the box and give her the color book! ;)
~~
Last night, Marleigh wasn't listening very well. Marc was talking with her and said, "You need to listen to Mommy and Daddy. We know what is best for you." With a smirk on her face, she quickly replied, "Actually, God knows what is best for me." Remembering something I had been told recently from a friend, I told her, "But God trusted Mommy and Daddy to be your parents and raise you." With a less than thrilled look on her face, she finished picking up her toys.
~~
Kade is the silliest little boy. He has taken to putting a blanket over his head so he can't see, and running through out the house. I've stopped him numerous times, but he keeps doing it. Last night, he did it again, but tripped on the blanket and landed square on the door jam with the middle of his forehead. He immediately had a big goose egg that was black and blue. But guess what he did as soon as he had his bearings again?!? You guessed it, the blanket was back on his head. Marc and I just shook our heads.
~~
We found out last week that Bubs needs to get his adenoids out. The doctor thinks it will benefit him greatly. He is also doing a sinus rinse when he takes the adenoids out. Doctor said Kade's sinus cavities are very inflamed and nasty. His surgery is scheduled for December 7th. You might keep him in your prayers over the next couple of weeks. Please pray that he'll stay healthy until then. Pray for us the morning of his surgery, as he can't have anything to eat or drink and that means he'll be up for at least two hours with nothing in his tummy. Kade is a bit of an eater, so I'm sure he'll be "hangry" as his Uncle Dave says. Hangry: so hungry that it makes you angry. And pray that his surgery will go smoothly and he recovers quickly.
~~
Last night, Marleigh wasn't listening very well. Marc was talking with her and said, "You need to listen to Mommy and Daddy. We know what is best for you." With a smirk on her face, she quickly replied, "Actually, God knows what is best for me." Remembering something I had been told recently from a friend, I told her, "But God trusted Mommy and Daddy to be your parents and raise you." With a less than thrilled look on her face, she finished picking up her toys.
~~
Kade is the silliest little boy. He has taken to putting a blanket over his head so he can't see, and running through out the house. I've stopped him numerous times, but he keeps doing it. Last night, he did it again, but tripped on the blanket and landed square on the door jam with the middle of his forehead. He immediately had a big goose egg that was black and blue. But guess what he did as soon as he had his bearings again?!? You guessed it, the blanket was back on his head. Marc and I just shook our heads.
~~
We found out last week that Bubs needs to get his adenoids out. The doctor thinks it will benefit him greatly. He is also doing a sinus rinse when he takes the adenoids out. Doctor said Kade's sinus cavities are very inflamed and nasty. His surgery is scheduled for December 7th. You might keep him in your prayers over the next couple of weeks. Please pray that he'll stay healthy until then. Pray for us the morning of his surgery, as he can't have anything to eat or drink and that means he'll be up for at least two hours with nothing in his tummy. Kade is a bit of an eater, so I'm sure he'll be "hangry" as his Uncle Dave says. Hangry: so hungry that it makes you angry. And pray that his surgery will go smoothly and he recovers quickly.
Friday, November 16, 2012
A Happy Heart
Thank you everyone for your sweet words on the previous post. If for nothing else, I will continue to blog, so that my children can have a journal of their childhood.
~~
Tuesday was just a bit of an off day for me. Do you ever have those days? It seems like from the moment you wake up, nothing quite goes the way you had hoped for. That was most of my day Tuesday. I woke up missing Natalie greatly. I think of her every morning, but it was more intense. Marc was gone for a few days on business, so I was missing him as well. Then I got to class, and realized I had forgotten my book, which is nothing major, but those kind of things continued through out the day.
I am very nonconfrontational. I want everyone to be happy and get along. I would much rather me be unhappy and just keep it to myself, then risk telling someone and upsetting them. I would gladly go 10 miles out of my way, just so someone else wasn't inconvenienced. Marc says that I tend to let people walk all over me. Usually, I can justify it. I can rationalize someone's actions or thoughtlessness. Two different times on Tuesday, I felt completely walked all over, and taken advantage of. Yet did I say anything? Of course not, because I am ridiculously nonconfrontational.
When I finally got home with the kids, I was determined to turn the day around. We made some deliciously naughty desert bars, and laughed and played. We ate our dinner, enjoyed more of the desert bars, and got ready for bath time. I apologize in advance if this is TMI, but Marleigh constantly battles constipation issues. She has a horrible time with it and it hurts her. We give her things to help, but every now and again, it is just miserable for her. Tuesday was one of those times. While, I was in helping her in the bathroom, Kade fell on something and had a pretty big bump on his face. We got through with bath time, and then the kids could not seem to get along. Normally, they do so well together. No matter what I tried, one of them wasn't happy. I would separate them, and within minutes, they were fighting again. Tired from the day, I put them to bed early. Both must have been exhausted, because they went right to sleep.
As I was getting ready for bed, I prayed for a better day for Wednesday. I was hoping good night's sleep would help.
All night, I tossed and turned. I even had a nightmare that I was in an elevator that somehow fell down the elevator shaft. So needless to say, I didn't sleep very well.
Marleigh woke up with an accident in her pants. She then chugged an entire cup of chocolate milk and was dancing around like crazy to cartoons. She proceeded to throw up all over the living room floor. Nice. She insisted she felt fine, so we waited a few minutes, then headed to daycare.
My wonderful day continued at work. So did my wonderful attitude.
I picked the kids up and we got home and played just like any other day. Kade has been big into pretending to be a dog. It is pretty comical. Marleigh has really started using her imagination for pretend play. We played farm, library, store, etc. To me, it seemed like any other day.
After dinner, I was coloring with Marleigh and she asked me, "Mommy, why is your heart not happy today?" Caught a little off guard, I responded, "What do mean? Has Mommy been grumpy?" She kept right on coloring and said, "No, but your heart isn't happy." Seriously. How is a little girl so insightful? I tell her all the time that "You make my heart so happy!" While I might not have been totally crabby, she could see that I wasn't happy. And she was right. But why was my heart not happy? Yes, I had a bad couple of days, but everyone does. Why let a few bumps in the road take away from the happiness that is in my heart? Maybe instead of praying for a better day, I should of been praying for a happy heart to deal with these days that are less than ideal. I pray that my heart be restored to happiness. I ask God to help remind me that there are always going to be bad days that I can't control, but I can always control the condition of my heart.
~~
Tuesday was just a bit of an off day for me. Do you ever have those days? It seems like from the moment you wake up, nothing quite goes the way you had hoped for. That was most of my day Tuesday. I woke up missing Natalie greatly. I think of her every morning, but it was more intense. Marc was gone for a few days on business, so I was missing him as well. Then I got to class, and realized I had forgotten my book, which is nothing major, but those kind of things continued through out the day.
I am very nonconfrontational. I want everyone to be happy and get along. I would much rather me be unhappy and just keep it to myself, then risk telling someone and upsetting them. I would gladly go 10 miles out of my way, just so someone else wasn't inconvenienced. Marc says that I tend to let people walk all over me. Usually, I can justify it. I can rationalize someone's actions or thoughtlessness. Two different times on Tuesday, I felt completely walked all over, and taken advantage of. Yet did I say anything? Of course not, because I am ridiculously nonconfrontational.
When I finally got home with the kids, I was determined to turn the day around. We made some deliciously naughty desert bars, and laughed and played. We ate our dinner, enjoyed more of the desert bars, and got ready for bath time. I apologize in advance if this is TMI, but Marleigh constantly battles constipation issues. She has a horrible time with it and it hurts her. We give her things to help, but every now and again, it is just miserable for her. Tuesday was one of those times. While, I was in helping her in the bathroom, Kade fell on something and had a pretty big bump on his face. We got through with bath time, and then the kids could not seem to get along. Normally, they do so well together. No matter what I tried, one of them wasn't happy. I would separate them, and within minutes, they were fighting again. Tired from the day, I put them to bed early. Both must have been exhausted, because they went right to sleep.
As I was getting ready for bed, I prayed for a better day for Wednesday. I was hoping good night's sleep would help.
All night, I tossed and turned. I even had a nightmare that I was in an elevator that somehow fell down the elevator shaft. So needless to say, I didn't sleep very well.
Marleigh woke up with an accident in her pants. She then chugged an entire cup of chocolate milk and was dancing around like crazy to cartoons. She proceeded to throw up all over the living room floor. Nice. She insisted she felt fine, so we waited a few minutes, then headed to daycare.
My wonderful day continued at work. So did my wonderful attitude.
I picked the kids up and we got home and played just like any other day. Kade has been big into pretending to be a dog. It is pretty comical. Marleigh has really started using her imagination for pretend play. We played farm, library, store, etc. To me, it seemed like any other day.
After dinner, I was coloring with Marleigh and she asked me, "Mommy, why is your heart not happy today?" Caught a little off guard, I responded, "What do mean? Has Mommy been grumpy?" She kept right on coloring and said, "No, but your heart isn't happy." Seriously. How is a little girl so insightful? I tell her all the time that "You make my heart so happy!" While I might not have been totally crabby, she could see that I wasn't happy. And she was right. But why was my heart not happy? Yes, I had a bad couple of days, but everyone does. Why let a few bumps in the road take away from the happiness that is in my heart? Maybe instead of praying for a better day, I should of been praying for a happy heart to deal with these days that are less than ideal. I pray that my heart be restored to happiness. I ask God to help remind me that there are always going to be bad days that I can't control, but I can always control the condition of my heart.
Friday, November 2, 2012
In a rut
I feel as if this poor, old blog is in a rut. Like it has become stagnant and boring. It seems like all I do is post a few cute (or what I think is cute) stories and pictures of Marleigh and Kade, or my random thoughts. Seems a little mundane, doesn't it?
The last thing I want is for this blog to become boring, or just me bragging nonstop about my kids. While I do love them and am very proud of them, I realize every parent is the same about their children. I don't want this blog to turn into my personal soapbox, either. It seems that there are very few people that still read the blog. Is it because I have already turned into the boring bragger on my soapbox? I sure hope not.
Hmmm... what to do, what to do. To blog or not to blog..... Any thoughts?
The last thing I want is for this blog to become boring, or just me bragging nonstop about my kids. While I do love them and am very proud of them, I realize every parent is the same about their children. I don't want this blog to turn into my personal soapbox, either. It seems that there are very few people that still read the blog. Is it because I have already turned into the boring bragger on my soapbox? I sure hope not.
Hmmm... what to do, what to do. To blog or not to blog..... Any thoughts?
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
More stories about my kids
Marleigh has actually done an AMAZING job with her eye patch. The first day was pretty rough. I can't imagine what a challenge it was for her. We covered up her strong eye, the only eye she was really using to see. For the first hour and forty-five minutes, there was nonstop fussing, whining, and crying. I kept trying to reassure her that it was for her own good. That by wearing her eye patch, it would help her. FINALLY, with 15 minutes to go, she came to me very matter of fact and said, "Well, I guess crying and fussing isn't doing me any good, so I'll just be happy to wear my eye patch." That was it. Not a single whine or complaint since. Seems like an awfully mature and brave three year old if you ask me! We did buy her happy face stickers and power cat stickers to decorate her eye patch every day. She really seems to enjoy that part. The doctor had mentioned she would probably shy away from activities with her eye patch on, because they would be more difficult using her weaker eye. He said that if she was content watching a movie, to just let her do that. However, Marleigh has been coloring, playing outside, and doing all her normal activity. I am so proud of her!
~~
The other night, Marleigh was in taking a bubble bath. Kade was wandering through out the house fussing (which is out of character). He went to the bathroom door and was knocking on it. Then he was back out into the living room. Finally, I said, "What do you want, Bubba?" He ran down the hall, back to the bathroom door. Plain as day he said, "I want in bath!" Marc heard it too, so I know I am not crazy! We've been a bit concerned that he isn't speaking very clearly, but he enunciated every syllable of, "I want in bath!" So what was I to do, but strip him down and put him in the tub with his big sissy?!? He instantly started smiling and laughing. Little stinker was so happy he got his way. He made one mistake, though. Now that we know that he CAN talk, he isn't going to get by with grunting and pointing his finger at things!
~~
Tonight, while making dinner, Kade hijacked one of my oven mitts. It is the kind that you can make it look like it talks when you put your hand in it. He grabbed it, put it on his hand, and went on a dead run after Marleigh, yelling, "RRRRRRRRRRR!" She squealed and ran. I really think she was scared of him. He was very proud of himself for terrorizing his big sissy. His, "RRRRRRR!", turned into him laughing at her for squealing, which led to her laughing uncontrollably, as well.
~~
I read two books to Marleigh every night in her bed with her before she goes to sleep. After reading the books last night, she very gently patted my face and said, "You're a pretty good Mommy. I think I'll keep you." The feeling is mutual, baby girl! :)
~~
The other night, Marleigh was in taking a bubble bath. Kade was wandering through out the house fussing (which is out of character). He went to the bathroom door and was knocking on it. Then he was back out into the living room. Finally, I said, "What do you want, Bubba?" He ran down the hall, back to the bathroom door. Plain as day he said, "I want in bath!" Marc heard it too, so I know I am not crazy! We've been a bit concerned that he isn't speaking very clearly, but he enunciated every syllable of, "I want in bath!" So what was I to do, but strip him down and put him in the tub with his big sissy?!? He instantly started smiling and laughing. Little stinker was so happy he got his way. He made one mistake, though. Now that we know that he CAN talk, he isn't going to get by with grunting and pointing his finger at things!
~~
Tonight, while making dinner, Kade hijacked one of my oven mitts. It is the kind that you can make it look like it talks when you put your hand in it. He grabbed it, put it on his hand, and went on a dead run after Marleigh, yelling, "RRRRRRRRRRR!" She squealed and ran. I really think she was scared of him. He was very proud of himself for terrorizing his big sissy. His, "RRRRRRR!", turned into him laughing at her for squealing, which led to her laughing uncontrollably, as well.
~~
I read two books to Marleigh every night in her bed with her before she goes to sleep. After reading the books last night, she very gently patted my face and said, "You're a pretty good Mommy. I think I'll keep you." The feeling is mutual, baby girl! :)
Thursday, October 25, 2012
What if?
Over the past few weeks, I've had all these recurring thoughts swirling in my head. Hopefully, I can somewhat navigate through them and make them somewhat cohesive.
The other day, I was speaking with someone and she said to me, "I don't care. It is not my problem." Normally, she is such a giving, compassionate person. It caught me off guard to hear her say something so uncaring. Which led me to start thinking about my life. While I would love to say that I'm a "giver" more than a "taker" I really had to stop and evaluate myself. I love the thought of being a "giver", but when it comes right down to it, do I act on those thoughts? Am I being a good example for my children? Do I really give of myself freely? Oh, I have good intentions all the time, but too often the "it is not my problem" or "I'm too busy between work, kids, house, school" thoughts intercede. Why is it so easy for us to make excuses for ourselves? Then I had a thought. What if God had said, "Well, they are the ones that sinned, so it isn't my problem." Or even Jesus. He was the ultimate "giver". What would have happened if he told God, "I'm sorry. This isn't my burden to bear. It isn't my problem." What a terrifying thought.
Shortly after the above converstation, I ran across this scripture.
Proverbs 3:28
Do not say to your neighbor, "Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow"--when you now have it with you.
Not only did I find this scripture once, but three different times it has come up in the last few weeks. I think someone is trying to send me a message. How many times have I put things or people off? If I want to think of myself as a "giver" I need to follow through with my actions, and do it deliberately.
As I mulled over this thought of being more of a "giver", I began to wonder what it would it be like if everyone was a "giver"? Now, I am not one to go on political rants, and I'm not going to use my blog to debate left versus right, but I think the government would have a much easier time if there weren't any "takers" in the world. Imagine if no one sat around wanting to abuse the system. If people weren't so consumed with "me" and looked at the bigger picture. Everyone gave 110% in all aspects of their lives. What if everyone wanted to work hard to better themselves along with society as a whole. People wouldn't have the thought that they were owed anything. Instead, they worked hard and felt compelled to give back. What if?!?
There is always the flip side. Well, if everyone is a "giver", then who are the "takers"? I fully understand that circumstances happen that are beyond our control. Sometimes unavoidable things happen, that may turn a "giver" into a "receiver", but only temporarily. Notice I say "receiver", NOT "taker". A "giver" becomes a "receiver" in certain instances by circumstance, but you can only be a "receiver" if your arms are already outstretched and open from being a "giver". Once the circumstance resolves, the gracious "receiver" then goes back to being a "giver". Only now, the once "receiver" has a much larger appreciation for giving.
In the past few weeks, I have also heard the same song repeatedly, with one line that seems to be speaking to me. It is a Casting Crowns song and it says, "break our hearts for what breaks yours". I just keep coming back to that line. I need to have more empathy and give of myself more. I know that my little utopia that I have illustrated will never exist. But what if I try to be more giving, more Christ like? What if I set a better example for my children? What if?
The other day, I was speaking with someone and she said to me, "I don't care. It is not my problem." Normally, she is such a giving, compassionate person. It caught me off guard to hear her say something so uncaring. Which led me to start thinking about my life. While I would love to say that I'm a "giver" more than a "taker" I really had to stop and evaluate myself. I love the thought of being a "giver", but when it comes right down to it, do I act on those thoughts? Am I being a good example for my children? Do I really give of myself freely? Oh, I have good intentions all the time, but too often the "it is not my problem" or "I'm too busy between work, kids, house, school" thoughts intercede. Why is it so easy for us to make excuses for ourselves? Then I had a thought. What if God had said, "Well, they are the ones that sinned, so it isn't my problem." Or even Jesus. He was the ultimate "giver". What would have happened if he told God, "I'm sorry. This isn't my burden to bear. It isn't my problem." What a terrifying thought.
Shortly after the above converstation, I ran across this scripture.
Proverbs 3:28
Do not say to your neighbor, "Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow"--when you now have it with you.
Not only did I find this scripture once, but three different times it has come up in the last few weeks. I think someone is trying to send me a message. How many times have I put things or people off? If I want to think of myself as a "giver" I need to follow through with my actions, and do it deliberately.
As I mulled over this thought of being more of a "giver", I began to wonder what it would it be like if everyone was a "giver"? Now, I am not one to go on political rants, and I'm not going to use my blog to debate left versus right, but I think the government would have a much easier time if there weren't any "takers" in the world. Imagine if no one sat around wanting to abuse the system. If people weren't so consumed with "me" and looked at the bigger picture. Everyone gave 110% in all aspects of their lives. What if everyone wanted to work hard to better themselves along with society as a whole. People wouldn't have the thought that they were owed anything. Instead, they worked hard and felt compelled to give back. What if?!?
There is always the flip side. Well, if everyone is a "giver", then who are the "takers"? I fully understand that circumstances happen that are beyond our control. Sometimes unavoidable things happen, that may turn a "giver" into a "receiver", but only temporarily. Notice I say "receiver", NOT "taker". A "giver" becomes a "receiver" in certain instances by circumstance, but you can only be a "receiver" if your arms are already outstretched and open from being a "giver". Once the circumstance resolves, the gracious "receiver" then goes back to being a "giver". Only now, the once "receiver" has a much larger appreciation for giving.
In the past few weeks, I have also heard the same song repeatedly, with one line that seems to be speaking to me. It is a Casting Crowns song and it says, "break our hearts for what breaks yours". I just keep coming back to that line. I need to have more empathy and give of myself more. I know that my little utopia that I have illustrated will never exist. But what if I try to be more giving, more Christ like? What if I set a better example for my children? What if?
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Eye Appointments
Today, both Marleigh and Kade had eye appointments in Wichita. They were both troopers, but Kade was exhausted at the end of his, so he started crying. Big sister didn't like seeing her Bubba crying, so she started crying. :( With both of them crying, I started tearing up. But, we made it!
In basic terms, Marleigh has unequal focus. So, her brain chooses one eye to use primarily. The old adage of "you use it or lose it" holds true. By her brain not using the other eye (in her case the right eye), it becomes weaker. If you would give her a basic normal vision test with both eyes, it would appear she sees fine. And it isn't that her right eye is bad, it is just becoming weak due to the focusing issue. She is young enough that if we can start training her brain to use the right eye, we may be able to correct the problem. It absolutely broke my heart to watch her trying to read the eye chart with her right eye. She struggled. A lot. In order to try to help her, we are giving her a more powerful prescription in her glasses and she will start wearing an eye patch over her good eye for 2 hours every day, so that she HAS to use her right eye. I know this won't be an easy task for her. Right now, she really doesn't like having to use her right eye only. We're trying to play up the aspect that she'll get to be a pirate. I hope that helps! You might say a little prayer for her, that it goes well. We'll try it for the first time tomorrow when we get home.
Kade is showing some signs of the same problem, but not to near the extent of Marleigh. Dr. Whitfill is hoping that his will automatically correct itself, but he will be checked again in one year.
I would never say that Marleigh being born so small was in any way good, but since she was a preemie, we were seeing the opthamologist as a precautionary measure for other issues associated with prematurity. That is how we caught her amblyopia. If it weren't for that, we probably wouldn't have caught her issues until it was too late to correct, so for that, I am very thankful.
After the appointments, we stopped by the NICU. Marleigh got to introduce her little brother to everyone. We got to see quite of few of our favorites including: Dr. Dorn (seriously, my all-time favorite doctor that I or the kids have ever had!), Chris (an awesome Nurse Practitioner/farmer. He's a John Deere guy as well!), Mina, Eva, Stacey, and I'm sure I'm missing a few others. Of course not everyone was working, so we're sorry we missed the rest of you! It was nice for Marleigh to see some of the people that helped her when she was so little and sick. She's been much more interested lately in "when I was a sick, little baby" as she calls it. She was kind of shy, but she did spell her name for them. She has come so far! It really is insane how quickly all those old emotions come back, just being in the NICU.
After the NICU, we met up with Aunt Monica for some dinner. Most places we eat, the kids meals are more than enough for the kids to split. I just ordered one. Both the kiddos were hungry hippos. They ate all of their dinner, and one of Aunt Monica's chicken strips. We then ordered them ice cream since they had done such a good job at their eye appointments. When we got the bill, Marc was really staring at it. We didn't realize, but kids meals were only $.99 on Tuesday nights. Marc laughed at me and joked, "We can only spend a buck on their dinner, but we'll spend $8 on ice cream for them!" I'm sure I'll never live that one down.
After we ate, we went back to Aunt Monica's for a little bit to play and unwind. Monica had a tub of old Halloween costumes, etc., which equals a ton of fun for a one year old and three year old.
Thanks for the laughs, Aunt Monica. We had fun at your new apartment! :)
In basic terms, Marleigh has unequal focus. So, her brain chooses one eye to use primarily. The old adage of "you use it or lose it" holds true. By her brain not using the other eye (in her case the right eye), it becomes weaker. If you would give her a basic normal vision test with both eyes, it would appear she sees fine. And it isn't that her right eye is bad, it is just becoming weak due to the focusing issue. She is young enough that if we can start training her brain to use the right eye, we may be able to correct the problem. It absolutely broke my heart to watch her trying to read the eye chart with her right eye. She struggled. A lot. In order to try to help her, we are giving her a more powerful prescription in her glasses and she will start wearing an eye patch over her good eye for 2 hours every day, so that she HAS to use her right eye. I know this won't be an easy task for her. Right now, she really doesn't like having to use her right eye only. We're trying to play up the aspect that she'll get to be a pirate. I hope that helps! You might say a little prayer for her, that it goes well. We'll try it for the first time tomorrow when we get home.
Kade is showing some signs of the same problem, but not to near the extent of Marleigh. Dr. Whitfill is hoping that his will automatically correct itself, but he will be checked again in one year.
I would never say that Marleigh being born so small was in any way good, but since she was a preemie, we were seeing the opthamologist as a precautionary measure for other issues associated with prematurity. That is how we caught her amblyopia. If it weren't for that, we probably wouldn't have caught her issues until it was too late to correct, so for that, I am very thankful.
After the appointments, we stopped by the NICU. Marleigh got to introduce her little brother to everyone. We got to see quite of few of our favorites including: Dr. Dorn (seriously, my all-time favorite doctor that I or the kids have ever had!), Chris (an awesome Nurse Practitioner/farmer. He's a John Deere guy as well!), Mina, Eva, Stacey, and I'm sure I'm missing a few others. Of course not everyone was working, so we're sorry we missed the rest of you! It was nice for Marleigh to see some of the people that helped her when she was so little and sick. She's been much more interested lately in "when I was a sick, little baby" as she calls it. She was kind of shy, but she did spell her name for them. She has come so far! It really is insane how quickly all those old emotions come back, just being in the NICU.
After the NICU, we met up with Aunt Monica for some dinner. Most places we eat, the kids meals are more than enough for the kids to split. I just ordered one. Both the kiddos were hungry hippos. They ate all of their dinner, and one of Aunt Monica's chicken strips. We then ordered them ice cream since they had done such a good job at their eye appointments. When we got the bill, Marc was really staring at it. We didn't realize, but kids meals were only $.99 on Tuesday nights. Marc laughed at me and joked, "We can only spend a buck on their dinner, but we'll spend $8 on ice cream for them!" I'm sure I'll never live that one down.
After we ate, we went back to Aunt Monica's for a little bit to play and unwind. Monica had a tub of old Halloween costumes, etc., which equals a ton of fun for a one year old and three year old.
 |
| This green mullet was initially worn by Daddy for Fake Patty's Day in Manhattan a few years ago. |
 |
| Marleigh was cracking up about these glasses. She thought they were just hilarious! |
Thanks for the laughs, Aunt Monica. We had fun at your new apartment! :)
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Just some of our day to day life....
The other day, Marc had the kids out in the backyard playing. Marc needed to use the restroom, so he found a tree, and turned his back. Marleigh marched right over to him.
Marleigh (with hands on her hips): Dad, just what do you think you are doing?
Marc: I'm going to the bathroom.
Marleigh (still with hands on her hips): Uh, Dad. This is NOT the bathroom.
~~
Marleigh: Mom, may I please have some chocolate milk?
Me: You've already had some today.
Marleigh: But Mom.... I REALLY want some chocolate milk, PUH-LEASE?!?
Me: I'll make you a deal. If you promise to clean your plate at dinner tonight, you may have some chocolate milk.
Marleigh: Well, I guess in that case, I don't really want chocolate milk THAT bad. White milk will be fine.
~~
And what has Bubba been up to? Well, within a period of about 45 minutes, he put big sister's camera in the washing machine and was pushing buttons (thank goodness he didn't start it!), opened the drawer to my kitchen towels, pulled them all out, then opened the cabinet to the trash and started throwing them all into the trash can, and pulled over the kids' play kitchen on himself. Don't get me wrong.... I'm not complaining about him at all. He is really such a happy, sweet, little boy, but he is also THE most curious little thing ever! Keeps me on my toes! :)
Marleigh (with hands on her hips): Dad, just what do you think you are doing?
Marc: I'm going to the bathroom.
Marleigh (still with hands on her hips): Uh, Dad. This is NOT the bathroom.
~~
Marleigh: Mom, may I please have some chocolate milk?
Me: You've already had some today.
Marleigh: But Mom.... I REALLY want some chocolate milk, PUH-LEASE?!?
Me: I'll make you a deal. If you promise to clean your plate at dinner tonight, you may have some chocolate milk.
Marleigh: Well, I guess in that case, I don't really want chocolate milk THAT bad. White milk will be fine.
~~
And what has Bubba been up to? Well, within a period of about 45 minutes, he put big sister's camera in the washing machine and was pushing buttons (thank goodness he didn't start it!), opened the drawer to my kitchen towels, pulled them all out, then opened the cabinet to the trash and started throwing them all into the trash can, and pulled over the kids' play kitchen on himself. Don't get me wrong.... I'm not complaining about him at all. He is really such a happy, sweet, little boy, but he is also THE most curious little thing ever! Keeps me on my toes! :)
*****EDITED*****
This happened tonight after I had posted this today.
I heard Kade fussing a little tonight. Here is how I found him.
Pretty bad when you get your rear kicked by a laundry basket, son!
Monday, October 1, 2012
Just a little update
Well, let's see.... there's been quite a bit going on lately!
Saturday, the 22nd, Aunt Monica and her boyfriend came for a visit. Man, our kids sure are lucky to have so many wonderful aunts and uncles that love them! Both Marleigh and Kade had an amazing time playing with Aunt Monica.
Sunday morning, the 23rd, Marc flew out to Wyoming for meetings all week. I'm not sure who hates it more. Daddy that he has to be away from us that long or the kids. Kade was walking around the house with one hand in the air repeating over and over, "Where, Dada?"
Late Sunday afternoon, Kade was running down the hallway. He randomly threw up. I'm talking a big boy, full fledged puke, on a dead run. It was everywhere. On the wall, on the floor, on him. I was so dreading the thought of him coming down with the flu. Turns out, just a random isolated event! Praise God!!!
Our other "mess" of the week came on Tuesday evening. When I went to pick up the kids from Ashley's house, Marleigh was down for her nap. When we got her up, she had had a #2 accident. I asked Ashley for a plastic bag, and told her I'd clean up her undies when we got home. By the time we got home, I forgot they were in the car. While stripping down the kids for bath time, I remembered the dirty undies in the car. So, I washed up Kade like I always do, and got him out of the tub. He was playing contently in Marleigh's room, and she was still playing in her bath. I went out and got the undies and was just getting them out of the plastic bag, when Marleigh screamed. Without thinking, I dropped the dirty panties and ran to the bathroom. She was needing to use the potty, so I quickly got her out of her bath, and she did her business. Then I heard a happy little chuckle coming down the hallway. In the 20 seconds that I had left the laundry room, and helped Marleigh, Bubba had ran from Marleigh's room to the laundry room, found the dirty underwear, and had poo EVERYWHERE. And he was quite pleased with himself. Really never thought I would have to tell my child, "We don't play in poop!" He laughed the entire time that I was cleaning him up and giving him another bath. I joked that Daddy sure did pick the right time to be gone on business! Ha!
Friday, Marc got home from Wyoming around 4:30. I had the camper loaded up, so he just hooked onto it and we were on our way back to Mound City for Matt's Memorial Softball tournament. We ended up stopping in Emporia and camping in the Wal-mart parking lot Friday night. Marleigh was bouncing off the walls. She loves "her" camper as she calls it. The bunk in the back is her "special princess bed".
Saturday, Blazin' Saddles made our 5th appearance. We have such a great time, but still are looking for our first "W". It is always such a great day spending time with family, and seeing friends. I know Marc, along with the rest of the family, truly appreciates everyone that plays or takes time to come to the tournament. Between playing ball, naps, meals, and chasing a non-stop Bubba, I didn't manage to get any pictures through out the day. I'm sure I can hit up Uncle Jerry for some pictures to share. He always seems to capture such great shots!
We camped at Marc's parents Saturday night. I must say, the camper worked perfectly. The maiden voyage of the ol' RV went great!
Sunday morning, we chatted with the family for a little while, then hit the road. The kiddos were so tuckered out from all the fun.
We got home late Sunday afternoon just in time for the kids to head to Papa and Gigi's house. I wasn't going to mention it because it was really no big deal (but just in case someone else ever experiences the same thing, it might be helpful to know what it is), but I had an outpatient surgery this morning. I had no idea it was even possible, but apparently in less than 1% of all C-sections, some of the cells from inside the uterus can wind up in the abdominal cavity, and they can attach themselves and start to grow. Without a way for those cells to shed every month, it will continue to grow until it can be surgically removed. If left too long, it can grow and attach to other organs.
The actual complication is called an "endometrioma". Like I said, I had never even heard of this. I had a small lump right on my C-section scar that had been growing and becoming a little painful. I happened to have my annual appointment with my doctor that delivered Kade, and he told me what it was. I am so thankful that I had that appointment. It was one of those things, that I don't think would have warranted a special trip to the doctor. Kind of a, "Hey, since I'm here, what is this?" type of a thing. He referred me to general surgeon.
Surgery was this morning. Just a quick in and out. But according to Marc, "They should put you under more often! You're hilarious when waking up!" Very glad to have it done, and grateful to my awesome OBGYN for catching it and for the surgeon this morning. I should be good as new in a few days!
Saturday, the 22nd, Aunt Monica and her boyfriend came for a visit. Man, our kids sure are lucky to have so many wonderful aunts and uncles that love them! Both Marleigh and Kade had an amazing time playing with Aunt Monica.
Sunday morning, the 23rd, Marc flew out to Wyoming for meetings all week. I'm not sure who hates it more. Daddy that he has to be away from us that long or the kids. Kade was walking around the house with one hand in the air repeating over and over, "Where, Dada?"
Late Sunday afternoon, Kade was running down the hallway. He randomly threw up. I'm talking a big boy, full fledged puke, on a dead run. It was everywhere. On the wall, on the floor, on him. I was so dreading the thought of him coming down with the flu. Turns out, just a random isolated event! Praise God!!!
Our other "mess" of the week came on Tuesday evening. When I went to pick up the kids from Ashley's house, Marleigh was down for her nap. When we got her up, she had had a #2 accident. I asked Ashley for a plastic bag, and told her I'd clean up her undies when we got home. By the time we got home, I forgot they were in the car. While stripping down the kids for bath time, I remembered the dirty undies in the car. So, I washed up Kade like I always do, and got him out of the tub. He was playing contently in Marleigh's room, and she was still playing in her bath. I went out and got the undies and was just getting them out of the plastic bag, when Marleigh screamed. Without thinking, I dropped the dirty panties and ran to the bathroom. She was needing to use the potty, so I quickly got her out of her bath, and she did her business. Then I heard a happy little chuckle coming down the hallway. In the 20 seconds that I had left the laundry room, and helped Marleigh, Bubba had ran from Marleigh's room to the laundry room, found the dirty underwear, and had poo EVERYWHERE. And he was quite pleased with himself. Really never thought I would have to tell my child, "We don't play in poop!" He laughed the entire time that I was cleaning him up and giving him another bath. I joked that Daddy sure did pick the right time to be gone on business! Ha!
Friday, Marc got home from Wyoming around 4:30. I had the camper loaded up, so he just hooked onto it and we were on our way back to Mound City for Matt's Memorial Softball tournament. We ended up stopping in Emporia and camping in the Wal-mart parking lot Friday night. Marleigh was bouncing off the walls. She loves "her" camper as she calls it. The bunk in the back is her "special princess bed".
Saturday, Blazin' Saddles made our 5th appearance. We have such a great time, but still are looking for our first "W". It is always such a great day spending time with family, and seeing friends. I know Marc, along with the rest of the family, truly appreciates everyone that plays or takes time to come to the tournament. Between playing ball, naps, meals, and chasing a non-stop Bubba, I didn't manage to get any pictures through out the day. I'm sure I can hit up Uncle Jerry for some pictures to share. He always seems to capture such great shots!
We camped at Marc's parents Saturday night. I must say, the camper worked perfectly. The maiden voyage of the ol' RV went great!
Sunday morning, we chatted with the family for a little while, then hit the road. The kiddos were so tuckered out from all the fun.
We got home late Sunday afternoon just in time for the kids to head to Papa and Gigi's house. I wasn't going to mention it because it was really no big deal (but just in case someone else ever experiences the same thing, it might be helpful to know what it is), but I had an outpatient surgery this morning. I had no idea it was even possible, but apparently in less than 1% of all C-sections, some of the cells from inside the uterus can wind up in the abdominal cavity, and they can attach themselves and start to grow. Without a way for those cells to shed every month, it will continue to grow until it can be surgically removed. If left too long, it can grow and attach to other organs.
The actual complication is called an "endometrioma". Like I said, I had never even heard of this. I had a small lump right on my C-section scar that had been growing and becoming a little painful. I happened to have my annual appointment with my doctor that delivered Kade, and he told me what it was. I am so thankful that I had that appointment. It was one of those things, that I don't think would have warranted a special trip to the doctor. Kind of a, "Hey, since I'm here, what is this?" type of a thing. He referred me to general surgeon.
Surgery was this morning. Just a quick in and out. But according to Marc, "They should put you under more often! You're hilarious when waking up!" Very glad to have it done, and grateful to my awesome OBGYN for catching it and for the surgeon this morning. I should be good as new in a few days!
Monday, September 24, 2012
What's been keeping us busy.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately. Things have been a little crazy. Here is what has been consuming our time!
We recently purchased a camper! I am THRILLED!!! It is 8 years old, but in good shape. It just needed a good, thorough cleaning, and a little TLC.
Marleigh screamed when she first saw it, she was so excited. She yelled, "I got a camper!!! Let's go to the lake. Wait... now we need a boat!" Hold on, there, sister. One thing at a time.
We are planning on taking it this weekend back to Marc's home town for his brother's memorial softball tournament. Can't wait for our first trip in our camper! And so excited to see all our family!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
State Fair!
Sunday morning, we got up and headed to the State Fair. Once again, animals and farm equipment ruled the day! Here's a few pics!
 |
| Marleigh just HAD to see a zebra! |
 |
| It appears riding a camel is a new fair tradition. Only this year, Mom got into the action, too! |
 |
| Loving the camel ride! |
 |
| Bubba, next year you can ride the camel, too! |
 |
| Loved our JD visor! |
 |
| Happy! |
 |
 |
| Marleigh won this big, blue, dolphin. She ADORES it! |
 |
| Cotton Candy!!! |
 |
| Getting ready to go down the BIG slide. |
 |
| I was so proud of her for going down! She squealed the whole way, but loved it. |
 |
| Kade was in heaven walking around all the farm stuff! |
By 1:30, they were both tired so we headed home. We had such a great time. It just might be my favorite thing to do with the kids (after the lake, of course!). :)
Monday, September 10, 2012
Marleigh's First Football Game!
When we heard that the KSU game against Miami was an 11:00 kickoff, we decided it would be the perfect game to take Marleigh to. We dropped Kade off with Gigi, repainted Marleigh's fingernails purple to match her cheerleading outfit (she insisted), and headed to Manhattan Friday evening. We stayed at Aunt Myra's. Aunt Rina and Uncle Dave came over to hang out as well.
Daddy got up really early Saturday morning to get to the parking lot. We joined him around 8:00. Marleigh was such a good little tailgater. She ate her breakfast, danced, read books, and was just generally awesome!
Initially, I think she was a little overstimulated with everything going on inside the stadium. After the first touchdown she said, "Why is everyone going so crazy? Daddy is very happy right now!" She watched part of the first half, then read books. I think it wasn't as exciting to her as the constant action of the basketball game we took her to last winter. Our seats are on the west side, on the 40 yard line, 7 rows up. The sun was beating down on us, and we weren't getting any breeze. At all. It was HOT. Marleigh never complained once. At hafltime, I decided to take her back out to the parking lot and sit under Daddy's work tent. I didn't want her to get too hot. She was very well behaved, but I think we'll probably wait a year or two before taking her back again.
Daddy got up really early Saturday morning to get to the parking lot. We joined him around 8:00. Marleigh was such a good little tailgater. She ate her breakfast, danced, read books, and was just generally awesome!
Initially, I think she was a little overstimulated with everything going on inside the stadium. After the first touchdown she said, "Why is everyone going so crazy? Daddy is very happy right now!" She watched part of the first half, then read books. I think it wasn't as exciting to her as the constant action of the basketball game we took her to last winter. Our seats are on the west side, on the 40 yard line, 7 rows up. The sun was beating down on us, and we weren't getting any breeze. At all. It was HOT. Marleigh never complained once. At hafltime, I decided to take her back out to the parking lot and sit under Daddy's work tent. I didn't want her to get too hot. She was very well behaved, but I think we'll probably wait a year or two before taking her back again.
 |
| So excited to go to the game! |
 |
| Tailgating with Aunt Rina! |
 |
| My cousin Jake's little boy, Jack, and Marleigh. |
 |
| At the game with Auntie Myra! |
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Kade's Cankles
Remember when I was pregnant with my sweet, little boy I posted about my cankles?
Well, thank goodness that after having Kade they have returned to normal. Only now, someone else in our house is sporting some cankles!
Poor little guy has such chubby feet it is difficult to find shoes that fit. It's okay, Bubba. Mama loves you just the way you are!
But, I will say, since he has started walking running everywhere, he is really slimming down. He is always on the go!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Marleigh
~~
This summer, we were at the lake. Marleigh, my Mom and I were in the camper. Marleigh was messing around and fell of the couch, banging her head on the floor. Mom was the closest to her, so without thinking, she scooped Marleigh up. The first thing Marleigh said through her tears was, "Gigi, you aren't supposed to be picking me up because of your surgery. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
~~
Before you have children you imagine what they will be like. You day dream about what they will look, what type of personality they will have. You think about all the things you will teach them and the values you will instill in them. I could have never imagined having a child with such an amazing heart. She has compassion and caring like nothing I have ever seen. Yet she is only 3 years old. It is something that is just an inherent part of who she is, and I treasure it so very much. I love you, precious girl!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Kade's First trip to Carrico
A couple of weekends ago, we took a day trip to Hays to buy Marleigh her big girl bed. We stopped by Carrico Implement to get some new John Deere gear for the kids. Marleigh adamantly refused to sit on any tractor or lawn mower. Not Bubba. He happily obliged.
 | |
| "Hi, Dad!!! Look at me!" |
 |
| "These look like great teethers!" |
 | |||
| "No really... Feels good on the gums.... num, num, num." |
 |
| "I could get used to this!" |
 | ||
| "Dad, if I figure this out, can I run a combine next year?!?" |
 |
| "Whoa!!!! $5800 for a mower?" |
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)