Thursday, May 16, 2013
But I wanted to let you know, that I started a different blog. One that is specifically about what it's like to be an aviation family. I hope you follow and stop by to leave me some comment love!
Here's the link:
Let 'em Fly!
Friday, April 05, 2013
So it should have been no big surprise when he came and found me this morning and was gushing blood. I couldn't figure out from where at first. He had it all over his mouth and his hands...I figured it was a mouth injury at first. But quickly realized it was his finger that was gushing blood. I rushed to the kitchen sink to rinse him off so I could figure out where it was bleeding, only to realize it was his finger and it was sliced right on the crease. I asked Judah some quick questions only to realize it was a soda can that Lucas had been holding and Judah had pulled out of his hands which resulted in the cut.
Poor baby boy was crying and fighting me and I was frantically trying to stop the bleeding and think about what I should do if it was too bad to handle on my own. I was on the floor cross legged holding Lucas's hand with a washcloth to soak up the blood when my phone rang and Lance called between flights. I wasn't sure if I should even tell him, cause he was about to go flying and I didn't want him worrying or have his mind off of his job...but I was just too anxious and told him what I was doing. He reminded me that we have friends in our neighborhood who could help and told me to call them.
So I called my friend and she got me in touch with her husband who is a Physicians Assistant at the local ER. He wasn't working, but was at home with his son who was napping...and since I couldn't get a good picture of the cut to send him, I just put the kids in the car (after I brushed my teeth, ha) and we just went to their house so he could see first hand what we were dealing with.
It was such a relief to have someone look at it who knew what to do. He had some glue for things like this that we applied, after taping a spoon to Lucas's finger to hold it straight (Edward scissor hands style!). Lucas was really interested in what our friend was doing and didn't seem to be in a lot of pain any longer, he was actually really cooperative. We tested his ability to move it and bend it and everything seems fine on that end.
We decided to check back with our friend after naps to see how the glue was holding/working before making a final decision on stitches or no stitches.
We stopped at Walgreens on our way home to pick up some pictures I had ordered and I shot this pic of my boys...sort of a capture of our day and how little they look in this big ole world. My babies.
We went home finally and I tell you what...I was wiped out. It was like an adrenaline hang over or something. I crashed. We did early naps and I slept too.
I think the emotion of holding your crying, bleeding child and the fear that comes in those moments...well, let's just say it is not a great feeling. I didn't know in those moments that it was going to be okay, I just knew panic and responsibility and that I had to DO something...anything, to make it better and to get through the situation making good decisions. Calm your child down, sooth your child, freak out on the inside cause freaking out on the outside makes things worse. Internalize. Be strong.
But once the kids were down for naps, I just shut all the way down, sleep was my escape and my refuge.
I woke up from my nap, checked on Lucas and realized that the glue was coming off but it wasn't bleeding at least. I called my friend and we decided that it was probably not going to need stitches but more and better glue would do the trick.
I felt refreshed after my nap and got the boys ready and we joined our friends for dinner down town, I ran an errand even and then we got Lucas's little injury fixed up again and it already looks way better. I am confident he will heal up fine and this will all just be a memory.
I saw a friend (she was dropping off dinner for our meal share) and she asked me if she could do anything to help me and I told her the truth which was, just talking about it with her was a huge help. This was one of those things that I just need to process and talking to her about it, and now writing it out...well, those things help me a ton. Getting it out of my head and into the world, it goes a long way towards feeling peace.
I am grateful that I have friends and a community that will drop everything and help each other when it is needed. As a mom who often does a lot of parenting completely alone because of being married to a man who travels for work, that community is even more important. For me. For my husbands peace of mind while he's traveling. For my kids. Today I felt that deeply. I am grateful beyond words for my friends who helped us today.
The silver lining of a child being sick or hurt...they are usually a lot more cuddly. Lucas gave lots of hugs and kisses today. I love my little boy...even if he is the one who might give me gray hair! I look good in black and white ;)
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Dyed and decorated eggs with my boys and made their Easter baskets before I climbed into bed (that's where I am now).
Every day is like a week around here, so much happens. It's all good. My body is tired tonight. Feel like I ran a marathon or something.
Tomorrow Lance comes home, we will head to the noon church service and then at 3:00 we have a whole bunch of friends coming over. Did I mention I made a ham today?! Yup. All ready for tomorrow. Now I just need to refill all the eggs we hunted today (Judah doesn't like much candy so we are recycling) and scrub some floors and we will be all set!
I read Judah the Easter story yesterday, we ended talking about heaven and he said "we'll get to see papa Jack!!" It was sweet. Love that he thinks about papa Jack.
Anyhow, happy Easter to you and yours!
Lucas splashing in the toilet.
Lucas sucking on a dirty kitchen rag.
Lucas spilling water all over the kitchen in his quest to reach the dirty rag.
Lucas deciding he hates Cheerios and spilling/throwing/spreading them (soggy) thru the living room and dining room.
Possible solution? Leave the house. Change the scenery. Escape.
Let's go to an Easter egg hunt!
Lucas stepping in a huge pile of dog poop. Huge. Big dog dog poop.
Poop on multiple eggs.
Poop on hands.
Pants taken off. Happy boy.
Poop on Judah from picking up poop covered eggs.
Yup, it's just one of those days.
Happy Saturday before Easter!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
12 teeth and getting 4 more right now! ouch!
26lbs 2 oz
blonde hair, had to cut the hair over your ears cause it is kinda straight and you had an old man look going on ;)
diaper diaper diaper
ahhh dahhh (all done)
mah (nursies, usually accompanied by him insisting on nursing right then)
Oh! (says this a lot when pointing at stuff)
nigh nigh (bed time)
cra ka (cracker)
row row row (loves to sing the song)
e-i-e-i-o (also loves to sing the song)
this child loves music!
Birdy: twee twee
Monkey: ooo ooo ahh ahh
waving bye bye
gives the best kisses, and lots of them!
dances when music comes on
stairs are fun for him
he is always taking off his pants
I have found him on the top bunk, on top of every table he can climb on, top of the couch, etc. He is a huge fan of climbing and freaking his mommy out! He climbed into the dryer today, I got him just before he got all the way in. child!
anything that resembles a drum stick
loves to play cars and trains with his big brother
likes to toss the ball back and forth
love love loves the dirt pile outside, the buckets and shovels and diggers.
frosted mini wheats
He will eat a lot of things as long as HE is the one putting it in his mouth, and it has to be with a utensil.
Put it on a fork and he's all for it!
He only really pays attention to Curious George. He might stop and watch something else for a second, but it doesn't hold his attention.
You are a baby doll. You are such a little lover. You are constantly puckering up those sweet lips and coming for kisses. You love to kiss mommy, daddy and your big brother Judah (when he will cooperate). You have the best laugh, it comes from your gut and sneaks out when you are trying oh so hard to be serious. You are a total daddy's boy. You yell "daddy" over and over the entire day, even when daddy is at work and you haven't seen him for a couple days.
You are not afraid! If you think you can do it, you try. I don't even blink now when I see you on top of a kitchen table, you were born to climb!
I am blessed to be your mommy, I think you are just the sweetest little boy around. You love your family and don't really mind other people too much, as long as they don't talk to you or try to get in your personal space.
Lots of people comment on how you like to do your own thing, a little explorer. You take off and play with things and go go go! I learned pretty quick that you don't slow down when you are on a mission...so I have to be ready to follow you or run fast if you start walking towards something you want...like the other side of the park for instance. ha. You are really so much fun and I am excited to see you keep growing and changing and becoming a little man.
I adore you! My little Wylde man.
So Much to Love
I love people. I love bright eyes. I love my sons, Judah & Lucas. I love laughing. I love my ringtone. I love love. I love Jesus. I love tattoos. I love milk. I love creative expression. I love smiles. I love Philippians. I love bridges. I love my house and haven. I love a rainy night. I love doing nothing. I love almonds and banana chips. I love music. I love cowboy hats. I love Anna Maria Island. I love (diet) dr.pepper. I love a good story. I love wildflowers. I love to fly. I love rod iron. I love babies. I love going to the movies. I love midnight. I love allegra. I love sunsets. I love long kisses. I love the color red. I love starshollow. I love community. I love doing life with friends. I love witty banter. I love jessilynn.com. I love my family. I love pretty things. I love cruisin' with my girls. I love remembering when. I love authentic individuals. I love hot tamales. I love when kids giggle. I love Lance. I love bonfires. I love finding people I thought I'd lost. I love yard sales. I love tacobell. I love seeing people do good. I love violins and steel guitar. I love driving to the airport. I love seeing people around me succeed at their dreams. I love being included. I love flipflops. I love blogging. I love long talks. I love dreaming.