Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Good Day

First, the picture has nothing to do with this entry, I just really like it a lot. I love Lizzie's goofy smile and that Sarah is in it, because she is getting harder to photograph (either due to lack of cooperation or because she won't stop making goofy faces).

Today was a good day. Bud and I got more of the corners done and I am going to go and finish up the last of them here shortly. Granted I had a nasty headache, but I was able to see an old acquaintance from Indian Hills (Larry Palmer - his wife Linda used to play piano at the church). They left before we did and we were able to talk and touch bases. He informed me that Bronda Robbins is now married and I am happy for her. Maybe she'll . . .well maybe it will work out well for her. It was good to talk but also good to find out how much I am going to spend on greenboard, and the new bathroom vanity, etc . . . I figure all in all about $500 for the bathroom and more to finish the hallway. So while there were things I could have done without, I think having an allergy headache because I was so productive yesterday is all in all a good thing.

Also with the heat having broken, I seemed to have found renewed energy and I can allow the girls to play outside, which is a good thing. Have I ever mentioned, that I hate summer? Well I do, I don't like to be too hot or sweaty, sticky, and plain uncomfortable because it's too hot. I used to not understand why my mom wouldn't go outside with us -I get it now. Sorry Mom for my lack of understanding as a young adult, I get it now.

Well I'm off to work on the dining room, my mission is to have it done by the end of the week.

Thank you all for your prayers and support. We really appreciate it and love you all.
Love in Christ,

Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Good Choice

A few weeks ago, I found a good home for our dog, Sofie. She was cute and cuddly and I miss her very much, but I also know that I did the right thing. We were gone too much and too often and while I am not sorry we took her when we did, I am also not sorry I gave her to my friend, Gwyn.

Gwyn is a nice woman who lives a few houses away and who loved watching Sofie and having her snuggle with her on the few overnight visits we had to leave Sofie with her. She already has one dog and has had him for years. These are all signs that she can handle having a dog for a long stretch of time.

I on the other hand, am not a pet person. Don't get me wrong, I love animals - all animals and think they are some of God's most amazing handiwork. I also realize that I like animals better when they belong to other people.

So after missing Sofie like crazy I was able to see that I made the right choice, because she is filling out nicely and looking great. She loves playing with Maxwell, Gwyn's older dog and she loves snuggling with Gwyn at night. She is getting spoiled and has a big yard to play in and run in, and she never runs away from Gwyn. When she lived with us, she often ran over to her old home to visit her friends. Gwyn is a good owner and I know she will give Sofie, the loving home she deserves.

By the way, Sofie was beginning to fill out when she lived with us too, but it required me to treat her for heartworms and hookworms. Once we got those things taken care of, she began to gain weight. Now she has boundless reserves of energy like a dog who is only two years old should. I thought I should clear that up, but she has gained more weight since living with Gwyn. Gwyn will spoil her rotten and give her all the time and attention that I can't give to her.

Thank you God, for good people who are good with dogs. And thank you for giving me the wisdom to realize, that I am not one of them.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Monkey's and Boo's

The Funny Things Kid's Say
Today was a good day. I was actually asleep before 1 a.m. and while Beka woke up at 8 a.m., it was okay because 7 hours is still better than 5 1/2 hours of sleep. It was a cute day today, the girls said cute things and did cute things.
Let's see, Beka's new favorite phrase is, "Oh Yeah." I also heard her "arguing" playfully with Lizzie about is not, is too. I love hearing her speech take off and she decided to sit on the potty several times today, although, she still has as yet to actually do anything on the potty other than sit there. But the cutest thing she did today was fall asleep in her mac-n-cheese . . . face first. So we took yet one more bath today, I think that brings our total up to 3 for the day, which is one less than her average 4 baths a day. Yes, Beka usually takes between 3 and 4 baths a day. She is little, she is two, she gets very dirty and covered in food, hence multiple baths. And of course, since it is almost in the one hundreds lately, she often takes them from recreational reasons as well and of course, to wash off the mud that she accumulates on her feet while "playing" in the little swimming pool I purchase for her and Elizabeth.
Lizzie is recovering well from the trauma of her mouse friend's demise. And she cracked me up today. Beka played nicely in her room this morning so I was able to lay in bed a bit while attempting to convince myself that I must wake up and go to Walgreens to pick up a prescription. And as she came upstairs to talk to me, she began limping.
"Ouch," limp, "ouch".
"Honey, what's wrong?"
"I hurt my knee, Mommy. See." Limp, "ouch", limp, "ouch."
She persisted in this for some time so finally I took the bait and asked her, how she hurt her knee.
"I watched too much Pink Panther."
Now I have to confess, that one stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn't help but laugh and of course, call Chris' mom and tell her that one, because hey, it was funny. It's amazing the things she comes up with these days. She obsessed about my dad, dying and going to Heaven and enjoys pointing out cemeteries where people have "died and gone to be with Jesus." I really do need to make a mental note to be more careful what I say to her. Next, she is going to tell some Muslim child or grown up that her daddy had to go away so he could go fight the bad guys! Oy vey! That will come and bite me in the keister big time.
Well I hope you all have a good day.
In Christ,

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Life's Cruel Truth's

Lizzie and the Mouse
I found this post and meant to post it before, but here it is now. Keep in mind, I wrote this in 2009.

We all know the day will come, we just hope it isn't when our children are seven years old. They begin to realize that death is a part of life and have to face it head on.

Today was that day for Elizabeth. Of course, it was going to come, she's been obsessing about people dying and going to live with Jesus for months now. I think partly because she began to ask about Bud being my daddy, so I explained to her that when I was little that my daddy had died and gone to go live in Heaven with Jesus. But today was her day to put the two together. Thankfully, it wasn't a person, it was a mouse.

We have an old house (it was built in 1911) and so mice often come and go and we use poison, or traps, or whatever and get rid of them as we discover we have them. I am sad to say so far we've caught nine in the traps Bud purchased for us. And I sadly think there may be more. So I didn't think much of it when Lizzie became excited and told me about the dead mice she found in the traps. She didn't seem to put two and two together, so I wasn't prepared for what happened this evening. . .

Elizabeth befriended one of the mice! Maybe I was off because it was Father's Day, and I don't like it when Chris isn't here since it's one more reminder about Dad and that my husband isn't home with us. Or maybe it was because Beka was up and down all night last night - yeah, that's it. It was fatigue! So I didn't think a lot of it when she kept insisting she was talking to one of the mice and he was looking at her . . .until I heard her sobbing in the kitchen.

I'd put Beka to bed and was watching a movie on instant play from Netflix when I heard what sounded like crying. So I pause the movie and sure enough I hear her crying. So I get up and go into the kitchen where I find Elizabeth curled up with her knees in her chest sobbing.

"Lizzie, what's wrong?"

"He was my friend, my mousy friend and he's dead. Please mousy speak to me." Sniffle, sniffle.

So I am standing there trying to figure out if I can get her out of the kitchen so I can dispose of it, and of course, I can't because that would make life way to simple. So I throw out the mouse w/the trap because it was too gross to keep and she's watching me throw out her "friend" the mouse.

Sniffle, sniffle. "Why did he die Mommy? He was my friend, I miss him."

I finally was able to get her to the couch, but if you know Elizabeth then you understand she has echolalia with her autism and so she kept repeating.

"He was my mousy friend." Sniffle, sniffle.

"Please speak to me." Sniffle, sniffle.

Now at this point I am torn between tears and mirth. Talk about learning well from her older sister, Sarah. Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a new drama queen in town, and her name is Elizabeth! So I explained it to her as best I could.

"Honey, it's okay. Mousy is with Jesus now and he's very happy."

"How do you know?"

"Well cat's don't eat mice in Heaven." Sniffle, sniffle and she looks at me with questions.

"Then what do cats eat in Heaven." Think fast, Maureen, so you don't give her more ammo to give to her therapist when she grows up.

"They eat cat food." I think I dodged that bullet . . .at least I hope I did for now.

So we called Grandma Mary and she told her about it and then seemed to forget as we watched, High School Musical 3. I think I enjoy it as much as she does. Although, she keeps coming down and telling me she is having dreams. . .

But that's another story for another blog.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Photos from Beka's 2 yr photos

Rebekah Two Years Old! Can you believe it?

These are Beka's 2 yr photos. I hope you all enjoy them as much as we do. This one is so Beka.

If you know Beka, you know this is a perfect photo of her. She loves the phone. I love that we captured this on film.

In case you are wondering, this is how she truly is, most of the time. She is a pretty smiley happy girl.

This is Beka's Easter dress. She looks so pretty in it. I love it. I love her cheeky grin.

The day after her birthday we took these photos. She had a nominally good time. I think she is just two and too busy to care, but at least we have them saved for posterity.

Things are okay here. We are sending Sarah to see her mom on June 15th and then when she gets back we will head up to Idaho. I know the girls are looking forward to going and I know Mary and Ted are looking forward to us arriving. We will fly up but mosey back, so we can see Mt. Rushmore.

The summer has been good so far. Lizzie finished off the year in good form and Sarah finished on the honor roll!
JUNE 18, 2009
Okay, it is now June and I am shamefully behind in keeping up with this blog. My apologies.
Sarah is off visiting her mom, Kate and she should return July 10th or 11th. We drove up to Iowa June 14th in an attempt to miss the storms that were supposed to come through. We made it as far as Kansas City, KS when we had to stop because the little girls were too tired to keep going.
We had a good time in Kansas City, that night. It was cute, the girls caught a case of the galloping giggles. Lizzie started giggling first, then Sarah started (Beka was sacked out and didn't join in the fun), then I caught them, but had to struggle to keep my chuckling quiet. I kept trying so hard to tell them to be quiet, because it was after 12:30 a.m. and we needed to be sure that the people next to us would have plenty of quiet so they could sleep. And they would get quiet, then it would start all over again. It was hilarious and cute, and I was quietly joining them the entire time and loving it. This is the stuff that memories are made of, that and when Sarah and Lizzie and Beka are upstairs playing nicely and I can hear them giggling with each other. Those are the moments that I carry with me in my heart and memory.
I woke up to booming thunder though at 5:30 a.m. and couldn't go to sleep again. So I used it as an opportunity to run to Walgreens and pick up underwear (did I mention that we packed in a rush and I packed underpants to everyone but me! LOL!) and socks, filled up the gas tank and checked out the continental breakfast, which was nothing but carbs. And finally I crawled back into bed and fell back to sleep. The girls slept until 9 a.m. and then we got ready and headed out for the last of our trip.
We arrived safe and without incident in Iowa late afternoon and ate dinner with Kate, Tristan, Summer and Kate's friend Brandy's daughter, Serena at Bennigans at the hotel and took the kids swimming. Sadly, our fun ended there because Tristan hit a slick spot and slammed his mouth into the concrete and had to go the Emergency Room and will have to wear dentures for the rest of his life because he ruined his permanent teeth. So I kept the kids with me and we attempted w/o success to find something the kids could watch until Jordan came and picked up the remaining children. After they left, I put Lizzie and Beka to bed and we all crashed and burned until around 8:30 a.m. and I loaded up the car and checked us out and we said our goodbyes to Kate and Tristan and headed home. We made it in one trip this time and met Mom and Bud for dinner. Bud had just returned from Ohio for his annual summer visit and family reunion. Then we all went home and went to bed and slept like the dead. Beka didn't even make it home before she fell asleep on me.
So that was my adventure and the reason I am purchasing Sarah a one way ticket home so we don't have to worry about traveling since we leave July 15th/16th for Idaho to see Mary and Ted. I am going to try to sleep a lot during the day we leave and attempt to make the majority of the trip in one night I think so we can travel whilst it is cool in the evening. I am not encouraged by our already triple digit heat that our traveling in the daytime will be cool. I am going to play it by ear and we will see.
Chris is doing well. We get to hear from him at least every other day so far. We chat online with the webcam or over the phone. The girls miss him like crazy and he misses them too.
Please continue to keep us in your prayers, because whilst it is easy for someone not in the middle of this to forget and go on, this one is with us until the day he comes home. It really is a lot like grieving a loved one who has passed on, it never ends, and even when it does, it starts over again, and most civilians (not all, just most) don't get it, so they go on about their lives and expect that it's the same for those of us with loved ones serving. I am not complaining, just pointing it out that we don't move on, because we live with it everyday and even when he is home we wait for him to be called up again. So in many ways, losing Dad as a little girl and moving and learning to say goodbye is a good thing, because it prepared me in many ways to say the hard goodbyes and to learn to keep moving forward. It taught me to live with long term issues, like deployments and special needs kids and loving people through the grief process while they learn to adjust to their new normal.
Also, Chris was laid off from Cessna. When he gets home he has 90 days plus an additional 60 days of work then it's on unemployment. So he is most likely going active duty and we are moving. We don't know were we are moving, but unless there is a huge miracle and this economic depression ends tomorrow, we are moving and going into active duty service for our country. In many ways this is a blessing for us, because at least we have a fall back plan, so many others aren't that fortunate and they are worried. We will continue to pray for all of those affected by this economy and those who have lost so much and those facing losing everything they thought were important.
Love and Prayers,