He did have to get 2 shots: the flu vaccine and his 2nd dose of Hep. A vaccine. Since last year's well visit, in which he had 4 shots, he has been very nervous about shots. In the past, he had always taken them like a champ, but the nurse at our interim doctor's (where we went a few times after we moved) stuck him 4 times for one shot. HE HAD FOUR SHOTS THAT DAY!!! It was a very traumatic experience for the both of us. Today, whenever we drive by that doctor's office, he calls them the "NEEDLE DOCTOR".
|She learned quickly that the secret is lots of water.|
|Great works of art require much focus!|
|So proud of her masterpiece!|
Meanwhile, her hands looked like this:
Why do you keep asking if Santa is real?Because R told me he wasn't...Well, what do you believe?That he is real.Why would you believe R?I don't know?Listen, R believes her hair looks cute every morning and it looks a mess. She doesn't know the truth about everything. You believe what you want to believe. OK?
OK. (big smile)Now, go send R up...
Do you want to ruin Christmas for everyone?No...Then why do you feel the need to tell r that Santa isn't real? Who told you that was your job?Well, I stopped believing when I was like 6 years old, and she is 8!It doesn't matter, she is not the same as you. Plus, if she turns around and tells that to the little kids, it would ruin their Christmas!! Do you want to ruin Christmas?No...It's not your job to inform the younger ones about the knowledge of the world. That's our job as mom and dad. Let us do our job. If they ask you something, don't answer, tell them to ask us.
Then this evening the phone rings and it's Mt. Saint Grandma calling to tell us that K-4 has told her that Santa isn't coming on Christmas Eve; it's really Uncle Bradley!
Now granted, she handled very well. She did not acknowledge the comment, but continued on her way. But she is fuming about the fact that someone is tainting the festivities for the little kids. Not only that, but she has 3 other grandchildren that she is frantic will learn about this through the grapevine.
The spark has ignited and she is rushing around like a crazy person to stop the wildfire from burning down her house!
Last Christmas was an adjustment period. This year it feels more real because we are more closely bonded as a family. It is hard blending everyone together. We don't know what the girls' parents told them about Christmas. We don't really know what their traditions were. We hadn't really established any of our own because our two, K-4 and k-2, were still babies.
I am hoping that this year will be our speed bump and that the future will run more smoothly. Mt Saint Grandma surely can't erupt every year.
If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price. ~Author UnknownNow, I do not think I undervalue myself. I get so frustrated when those around me, particularly my husband and children, do no see my value. Is it because I don't project it, sell it, believe it?
I get mad at myself for feeling this way. It makes me down when I have so much to be thankful for. However, I am not happy with a mediocre life. I want so much better. I know there is better to achieve. Just because this is light years better than where I grew up, does that mean I should settle for where I am now? After all, the bar was not set very high.
Our pastor says that in each hard time, God wants us to learn something. What should I learn from this? Some people say, "Well, you just need to choose to be happy. You have a great life, enjoy it."
While I don't necessarily disagree with that, is it wrong to want better? Is it wrong that I want my children to grow up with memories I never had an opportunity to make? Is it wrong for me to have an ideal of the loving relationship I want to model for them and to strive to it? Is it wrong for me to want to raise my children in an environment of mutual love and respect?
I don't think my expectations are too high. Although I feel overwhelmed at climbing this mountain in front of me, I often wonder if I can do it on my own. I know I am not alone, but often feel that way. There is uncertainty if I am up to the task. There is fear that I will be left behind. There is the weight of those dependent on me. There are the cold, lonely nights of solitude- me left alone to my thoughts.
I know that God is there to guide me. He will give me strength to endure. But for right now, I am shivering alone in the cold, not sure of what will come next. All that I can do now is pray and hope for the best.
God please sustain me on this journey. Show me your way. Wrap me in your love. Guide me in your wisdom. -Amen
Sometimes I am overwhelmed and I freeze. Sometimes I am angry and I fight. Sometimes I am sad and I flee. Sometimes I don't know how to cope and I turn to food to comfort the real emotions I am feeling. As for fornication, we won't go there... this is a family blog. :O)
I have had a lot of questions lately about why I haven't wrote. Life with 4 kids keeps on pretty busy. We have had a fun summer, full of activity, laughter, and some tears. I will share more this week. PROMISE!!
The reason I am breaking my silence today is because of a meeting I attended this evening. It was the volunteer orientation for Peletonia 2011.
100% Of All Funds Raised by Pelotonia directly support cancer research conducted at the Comprehensive Cancer Center and James Cancer Hospital/Solove Research Institute (OSUCCC-James) at The Ohio State University.
This is the same place where Bill and Debbie received their cancer treatments.
There are nearly 4700 riders in this year. I will be helping to check them in. The meeting did not sound promising as far as ease, but each rider has a high fundraising goal in order to ride. It's pretty amazing that this many people agreed to raise at least $1200 to ride. The longer the ride, the larger the commitment.
As a volunteer there is no monetary commitment, they are just happy to use your labor. However, they give you the option to raise donations.
Would you be willing to partner with us for this very special event? Please go to my profile on the Pelotonia website and donate. Leave comments with memories of Bill and Debbie for the girls.
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I like to believe that if Bill were still here, this would be an event that he would ride in each year. Since he can't be here, his family will be cheering on those who are supporting such a wonderful cause.
I pray my kids will never have to see another family member battle with cancer.
My nights are filled with price comparing on the internet and looking for decorating ideas.Right now I am semi-obsessed with the decor of the house in "Life As We Know It". Funny because the movie plot aligns very much with our situation. I am trying to find some pics online of the bedroom in the movie, but have not had any luck. One of my favorite blogs that I follow, At Home Alterations, has a master bedroom that I may use as my main inspiration. LOVE!