All because, on this day in 2007, 2 people played disc golf.
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Fell in love.
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Monday, July 16, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Sickies
We've been a little under the weather around this household. First, about 2-3 weeks ago I felt like I was getting a UTI. Of course, I haven't been at my job too long, so my insurance didn't kick in until July 1. I decided to just try drink bucketloads of water and cranberry juice and take over the counter Azo. This seemed to help and for a few days I thought I had flushed it out. Then, on Monday the 2nd, I started getting a backache at work. It got progressively worse over the day, and my head started hurting as well. On Tuesday the 3rd I woke up with the worst headache, back ache, and nausea I've had in a long time. I cried. That's how bad it hurt. I went through 28 hours of unmedicated labor last year without crying, and I cried. I decided it was time to go to the Urgent Care. I get 3 minutes down the road, and have to pull over and throw up. 20 minutes later, I show up at UC, tell them I have a UTI, and have to give a urine sample. I then wait 45 minutes for the doctor to come in to tell me what I already know... I have a UTI. He gives me a prescription for Bactrim and sends me on my way. I feel much better by the time I get home, thank god.
I was in normal-feeling bliss until Saturday the 7th, when I woke up with a sore throat. I don't think too much of it, until Sunday the 8th, when I wake up with really itchy hands and feet. I could no longer eat/drink anything that wasn't soft. Then, Monday, I have this red, spotty rash on my hands and feet. My fingertips looked like someone pinpricked each one about 20 times. I decide it's liveable, so I don't go back to the doctor. When I talked to my BFF, who is also a nurse, on the phone on Thursday, I mentioned my symptoms. She "diagnosed" me with hand, foot, and mouth. WTF? Seriously? I had thought only kids got it, but apparently her brother-in-law just got over it. My sore throat and rash have gone away, but my hands are still super dry and my skin feels tight.
Then, AJ called me on my way home from work yesterday to say that Max had been crying a lot all day. He had noticed a diaper rash and thought that was the cause. I started worrying that I had given whatever I had to him! I got home and looked at his tush, and of course it was red, red, red. Max and I took a nice long bath. I stripped his diaper off, then climbed into the tub by myself. He was standing next to the tub, and all of a sudden he peed all over the rug. He hasn't peed out of his diaper since he was probably 2 months old. I laughed so hard, and I think he was proud of himself because he smiled ear to ear. After getting out of the bath, getting lotioned and creamed, and reading stories with mama he seemed to be feeling better.
We haven't had a breakout of sickness of this magnitude round these parts... ever, I think. I'm so glad we are back to full force.
I was in normal-feeling bliss until Saturday the 7th, when I woke up with a sore throat. I don't think too much of it, until Sunday the 8th, when I wake up with really itchy hands and feet. I could no longer eat/drink anything that wasn't soft. Then, Monday, I have this red, spotty rash on my hands and feet. My fingertips looked like someone pinpricked each one about 20 times. I decide it's liveable, so I don't go back to the doctor. When I talked to my BFF, who is also a nurse, on the phone on Thursday, I mentioned my symptoms. She "diagnosed" me with hand, foot, and mouth. WTF? Seriously? I had thought only kids got it, but apparently her brother-in-law just got over it. My sore throat and rash have gone away, but my hands are still super dry and my skin feels tight.
Then, AJ called me on my way home from work yesterday to say that Max had been crying a lot all day. He had noticed a diaper rash and thought that was the cause. I started worrying that I had given whatever I had to him! I got home and looked at his tush, and of course it was red, red, red. Max and I took a nice long bath. I stripped his diaper off, then climbed into the tub by myself. He was standing next to the tub, and all of a sudden he peed all over the rug. He hasn't peed out of his diaper since he was probably 2 months old. I laughed so hard, and I think he was proud of himself because he smiled ear to ear. After getting out of the bath, getting lotioned and creamed, and reading stories with mama he seemed to be feeling better.
We haven't had a breakout of sickness of this magnitude round these parts... ever, I think. I'm so glad we are back to full force.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Family Time/Visitors from Alaska
On June 29, AJ's brother Travis and wife Micah flew in from Alaska. We hung out with them quite a bit while they were here. Halley enjoyed Uncle Travis teasing her, and Aunt Micah's attention and game playing. We think Uncle Travis taught Max how to play peek-a-boo with just his hands, because he didn't know whether to cover his own face or Max's face. We spent a lot of time at Paula's (my mother-in-law) house, since that's where they stayed. Bella has a new obsession with "baby Max" and kept trying to hug him and smother him pretty much, haha. Then, towards the end of the week, she got mad that he was playing with her toys and kept taking them from him. So funny. I got to know Travis and Micah pretty well, I think, for having never met them before. They said we need to take a trip to Alaska soon. I don't know about that... I would sometime like to go there, but there are so many other places I want to go before there.
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| Travis, Micah, Darren, Paula, Bella, AJ, Halley, Max, and I went out for dinner the first day |
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| She wanted to be by him so bad! haha |
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| Oldest brother and youngest brother |
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| Travis, Micah, and Halley |
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| End of the week, Max and Bella getting more okay with each other |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Love and loss
My dad passed away on June 11, 2007. He was 53 years old, and I was a mere 17 and SO not ready to lose my father. I think about him frequently, especially since Max was born. My dad, while he had his faults, was fun and loving and would have made the perfect grandpa for my son. I can't help but feeling robbed of this, and feeling that my son was robbed as well. Robbed by whom, I don't know, and I don't blame anyone or anything, but it's hard not to be bitter.
Anyway, my grandmother (my dad's mom) passed away on Friday morning. She was 90 and her quality of life had diminished significantly, both physically and cognitively. Ever since my dad died, Grandma rarely remembered that he was gone, especially in the past year. Max and I had been there about 3 weeks prior and she refused to get out of bed. She loved the baby so this was totally out of character. Then, last week, she looked in a corner told my aunt that "they" were waiting for her. When my aunt asked who, my grandmother told her that [grandma's] parents and brothers were there. Grandma then whipped her head back to the corner. My aunt asked her if someone else was there... and my grandma said, "yes, Steve!"
On Monday night, after clinical I decided to go to my grandparents' since I knew Grandma was not doing so well. While driving, I tried to call my mom, whom I have on speed dial. She didn't answer, so I was scrolling down my contacts to find her house number. Usually, I would open the slider and press the letter, but since I was driving, I figured it would be better to have a hand on the wheel. All of a sudden, I noticed it had stopped scrolling, so I glanced down to see what the heck the deal was. I looked and gasped. All I saw was "Dad". I had inadvertantly clicked on his number, which after four and a half years I still keep in my phone. Instantly, I knew Dad was with me.
I know my dad is out there, or up there, or wherever. But he is there. No one can tell me that he was not present in the car that night, or that he wasn't with my grandma a few nights before. It is bittersweet to have this knowledge... knowing he is so close but unable to hug him, to hand him his first grandchild, to laugh at his dumb jokes.
Anyway, my grandmother (my dad's mom) passed away on Friday morning. She was 90 and her quality of life had diminished significantly, both physically and cognitively. Ever since my dad died, Grandma rarely remembered that he was gone, especially in the past year. Max and I had been there about 3 weeks prior and she refused to get out of bed. She loved the baby so this was totally out of character. Then, last week, she looked in a corner told my aunt that "they" were waiting for her. When my aunt asked who, my grandmother told her that [grandma's] parents and brothers were there. Grandma then whipped her head back to the corner. My aunt asked her if someone else was there... and my grandma said, "yes, Steve!"
On Monday night, after clinical I decided to go to my grandparents' since I knew Grandma was not doing so well. While driving, I tried to call my mom, whom I have on speed dial. She didn't answer, so I was scrolling down my contacts to find her house number. Usually, I would open the slider and press the letter, but since I was driving, I figured it would be better to have a hand on the wheel. All of a sudden, I noticed it had stopped scrolling, so I glanced down to see what the heck the deal was. I looked and gasped. All I saw was "Dad". I had inadvertantly clicked on his number, which after four and a half years I still keep in my phone. Instantly, I knew Dad was with me.
I know my dad is out there, or up there, or wherever. But he is there. No one can tell me that he was not present in the car that night, or that he wasn't with my grandma a few nights before. It is bittersweet to have this knowledge... knowing he is so close but unable to hug him, to hand him his first grandchild, to laugh at his dumb jokes.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
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