Early yesterday morning as we prepared to spend an entire day at the children's hospital for H's annual round of tests, H was surprised that her dad was going with us.
H: “Why are you going with us? It’s usually just Mom and me.”
JRR: “Well, I’m going, too, this time.”
H: “Ok, but I’m not paying any attention to you.”
And this from a daddy's girl. What a nut! Well, I can report that the "not paying any attention" was forgotten before we left the driveway!
To report on the day of tests (a CT brain scan, abdominal sonogram, lab work, and a doctor's visit), all went well. We've had a slight increase in seizures lately as she has been growing so rapidly, so we'll have a slight increase of medicine. There is also a minor dental issue that is not serious in any way, but we'll be consulting a dentist. Other than that, the tests confirmed there have been no changes (this is a good thing).
We left our home at 8:00 yesterday morning and did not return until 5:00, so it was a very tiring day. H did very well for each appointment until we went for the lab work. As this has always been a terrifying thing for her, she had been giving herself pep talks for several days before. It was the last stop of the day, so she was already exhausted. The technician (Sheila), whom we've seen a couple of times already and think she is great, had to call for someone to help hold H still. JRR and I decided it best for us to leave the room, as we totally trusted Sheila to handle it. Turns out they were able to draw the blood without holding her. However, when the test was done, H looked at Sheila, with a tear-stained face and voice still shaky from crying, and said "I want to do what you do when I grow up and see what it feels like to poke somebody else." Sheila burst out laughing and said, "Yeah, and I bet you'd like it to be me sitting in that chair." The staff at the hospital is so great. Though it was no fun having all those tests in one day, it sure beats having to schedule 3 different appointments on 3 different days, then waiting a week or more to hear back for the results! If all goes well, no more tests until next year!
July 16, 2008
June 26, 2008
City Slickers
We went to visit JRR’s sister (Aunt J) and her family this past weekend in a small TX farming town. Knowing how “citified” we are, Aunt J feared we would suffer extreme boredom (which she should never have feared; we always enjoy visiting with them!). So, she called on some friends to arrange some “field trips” for my city home schoolers. Well, Uncle J and Aunt J have friends who are most gracious and hospitable. They went above and beyond and made an already fantastic trip an absolutely unforgettable one!
On our field trip day we had 3 stops. First was the local airport, where our first host, R.C., introduced us to the occupation of crop dusting. He and D.B. took time to show us the crop dusting plane, explain various facets of the business, and answer our many questions. Then, to our delight, R.C. treated each of us to a ride in a 1947 Aeronca Chief, which is a two seat, hand prop plane. Here is D.B. starting the plane:
Here are big L and little L with their cousins and hosts:
This wasn't H's cup of tea, so she didn't join us on this trip.
Next, it was on to cut wheat! Our second host, K.S., thrilled the boys with a ride on a combine and a chance "driving". As on our first stop, our host shared wonderful information and patiently answered all of our questions. H decided to join us this time, but only because the third stop involved feeding 1 month old calves. She agreed to a picture in front of the combine, but was not interested in getting in.
All the boys were thrilled to steer the combine, but Big L was especially excited because K.S. let him actually cut some wheat.
Our final host, Mrs. S. (K.S.'s mother), made H's day with the bottle feeding of calves. This is what H held out for all day.
It was a wonderful day. I am grateful for the opportunity for my children to experience life outside the city. Without these great people and their professions, we could not be the "city slickers" that we are!
Thank you Aunt J for all your planning. Thank you R.C., D.B., K.S., and Mrs. S. for your kindness and generosity.
On our field trip day we had 3 stops. First was the local airport, where our first host, R.C., introduced us to the occupation of crop dusting. He and D.B. took time to show us the crop dusting plane, explain various facets of the business, and answer our many questions. Then, to our delight, R.C. treated each of us to a ride in a 1947 Aeronca Chief, which is a two seat, hand prop plane. Here is D.B. starting the plane:
Here are big L and little L with their cousins and hosts:
This wasn't H's cup of tea, so she didn't join us on this trip.
Next, it was on to cut wheat! Our second host, K.S., thrilled the boys with a ride on a combine and a chance "driving". As on our first stop, our host shared wonderful information and patiently answered all of our questions. H decided to join us this time, but only because the third stop involved feeding 1 month old calves. She agreed to a picture in front of the combine, but was not interested in getting in.
All the boys were thrilled to steer the combine, but Big L was especially excited because K.S. let him actually cut some wheat.
Our final host, Mrs. S. (K.S.'s mother), made H's day with the bottle feeding of calves. This is what H held out for all day.
It was a wonderful day. I am grateful for the opportunity for my children to experience life outside the city. Without these great people and their professions, we could not be the "city slickers" that we are!
Thank you Aunt J for all your planning. Thank you R.C., D.B., K.S., and Mrs. S. for your kindness and generosity.
June 21, 2008
Fishing Trip
Grandpa, the boys and I went to Port Aransas on a fishing trip. Here's the highlight reel:
This clip is also available for download here.
This clip is also available for download here.
June 10, 2008
H's dance pictures
Just want to share her dance pictures. They are scanned, so not the best quality, but I still want to share them!
June 1, 2008
H is 13!
Yes, we now have two teenagers in our home. In another year and a half, we will have 3, but we won't go there now; today is about H.
Inspired by Joyful Journey's suggestion, I gathered some photos of H from over the years, and I would love for anyone who has a favorite H story (or stories) to please share! I must warn you, as I began looking for pictures, I had a very difficult time narrowing the selection. Here is the best I could do~maybe some of these will be story starters!
WHAT A CUTIE!
FEARLESS:
FOR GRANDMA:
THE AUNTS WHO WILL ALWAYS HAVE GUM:
DADDY WASTES NO TIME:
NEVER A DULL MOMENT:
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SIX YEARS OLD!
MAKING THE BEST OF THINGS:
MANY SIDES OF H:
SWEET SIDE:
Inspired by Joyful Journey's suggestion, I gathered some photos of H from over the years, and I would love for anyone who has a favorite H story (or stories) to please share! I must warn you, as I began looking for pictures, I had a very difficult time narrowing the selection. Here is the best I could do~maybe some of these will be story starters!
WHAT A CUTIE!
FEARLESS:
FOR GRANDMA:
THE AUNTS WHO WILL ALWAYS HAVE GUM:
DADDY WASTES NO TIME:
NEVER A DULL MOMENT:
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SIX YEARS OLD!
MAKING THE BEST OF THINGS:
MANY SIDES OF H:
SWEET SIDE:
The Party
The birthday girl decided to celebrate her special day with a pool party. The girls decorated their own tote bags, had brownie fudge sundaes, and, of course, swam.
Swamp: The Beginning
Earlier this year I began a compilation of H-isms. It was just a file on my computer, and I had forgotten about it. Today, I looked in it and found this:
Dad: H, do you want Caesar dressing since we don't have Ranch?
H: [with a look of disgust (surprise, surprise)] That stuff tastes like dead goose!
Neither JRR nor I remembered this conversation when the other taste equivalents were made, but apparently this one predates previous swamp installments.
Dad: H, do you want Caesar dressing since we don't have Ranch?
H: [with a look of disgust (surprise, surprise)] That stuff tastes like dead goose!
Neither JRR nor I remembered this conversation when the other taste equivalents were made, but apparently this one predates previous swamp installments.
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