Last night Brayden threw up in the middle of the night all over himself and his bed, pillow, etc. I love Lysol and washing machines. This morning he had a bath and threw up all over in the water so I drained it and we started over. I've spent the day giving him small amounts of Pedialite every 10 minutes. He loves the stuff, but have you ever tasted it? That stuff is NASTY! I bought one bottle of unflavored and two orange flavored. We started with the unflavored. Maybe the orange will be better.
At lunch I made him chicken noodle soup but only after I ruined the first batch. "How do you ruin canned chicken noodle soup?" you ask. Well I'll tell you. First you start preparing lunch in full realization that you need to go the bathroom. You throw the pan on the stove and turn on the wrong burner while you run down the hall to the bathroom. I was in the bathroom for probably no more that a minute and was rushing to wash my hands and get back to the stove when I hear Brayden say, "Uh, uh." (Uh, ow) He is starting at the stove where a roll of paper towels is sitting happily melting my burner handles (which are mounted on the back of the oven) and sending nice blacky-gray pieces of burning paper towel sailing into the air and all over my house. I panic and turn around in a circle three times. Yah that helped! Then I grab a bowl from the sink and and fill it with water. I managed to turn off the burner by stupidly knocking the flaming roll over with my hand and then I started pouring water all over the fire. Luckily it worked and I put the fire out without the entire fire department. I don't remember the roll of paper towels being there before I left for the Lou but they didn't just appear out of thin air did they? I don't remember turning on the wrong burner but it was the only one on when I got back and there was a brightly lit roll of gleaming paper towels right on top of it. Our poor defenseless soup was defiled by raining ash and bits of paper towel that so rudely invited themselves in to it's Mmmm Mmmm goodness. We tried again a second time and Brayden did get his lunch. Most of my days are filled with a variety of tasks but today was extra special. I got to be a nurse and a firefighter all in the same day.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving
What a boring title, sorry I don't know where my creative spark went.
I made 15 pie crusts and about 12 pies. You'd think that they would last a while and we'd get sick of them, but we only have 3/4 of a lemon meringue left. What can I say. They were yum!
We had Natasha, her daughter Zeela and the Jensen family over for Thanksgiving. The Jensen's did the turkey, homemade stuffing, veggies, and gravy. We made a veggie tray, mashed potatoes, Grandma Lucille's rolls, and PIES! Natasha brought fruit cake cookies. We all had a great time eating and playing games. None of us had the time off work or the money to go see our families during the holiday. It was nice to have friends to spend the holiday with.
I told the kids if they would help clean the house that I would make them any kind of pie they wanted and they could help make it. Tia chose lemon meringue, Ian chose banana cream, Ellayna chose pumpkin chiffon, and Brayden chose to just eat some of all of them. I also made a apple, cherry, and a chocolate. The children really stepped up. They swept floors, mopped floors, picked up, did laundry, dishes and dusted. I told Chris we need to have pie more often.
I enjoyed having my husband off work, and my kids off school. I cried when they all went back this morning. Chris and I had time to talk, cuddle, laugh, and play games. We (Chris) also got some things done in the yard. He mowed up all the leaves and spread them in the garden areas. I bought 45 bulbs for the flower garden in October but haven't got around to putting them in. Chris planted them all for me on Saturday. He wasn't going to tell me but I caught him doing it. He just wanted me to think they planted themselves. Chris and I had time to spend with the kids and just enjoy being a family. We popped popcorn and ate it while we played Zonkers, we made paper snowflakes, we watched movies, we kept the fire in the fireplace going most days because it was cold, we talked and laughed and had tickle fights, planned a Secret Santa, etc.
I can't wait until Christmas break! I have most of the Christmas shopping done so we can sit back and enjoy each other the whole month of December.
I made 15 pie crusts and about 12 pies. You'd think that they would last a while and we'd get sick of them, but we only have 3/4 of a lemon meringue left. What can I say. They were yum!
We had Natasha, her daughter Zeela and the Jensen family over for Thanksgiving. The Jensen's did the turkey, homemade stuffing, veggies, and gravy. We made a veggie tray, mashed potatoes, Grandma Lucille's rolls, and PIES! Natasha brought fruit cake cookies. We all had a great time eating and playing games. None of us had the time off work or the money to go see our families during the holiday. It was nice to have friends to spend the holiday with.
I told the kids if they would help clean the house that I would make them any kind of pie they wanted and they could help make it. Tia chose lemon meringue, Ian chose banana cream, Ellayna chose pumpkin chiffon, and Brayden chose to just eat some of all of them. I also made a apple, cherry, and a chocolate. The children really stepped up. They swept floors, mopped floors, picked up, did laundry, dishes and dusted. I told Chris we need to have pie more often.
I enjoyed having my husband off work, and my kids off school. I cried when they all went back this morning. Chris and I had time to talk, cuddle, laugh, and play games. We (Chris) also got some things done in the yard. He mowed up all the leaves and spread them in the garden areas. I bought 45 bulbs for the flower garden in October but haven't got around to putting them in. Chris planted them all for me on Saturday. He wasn't going to tell me but I caught him doing it. He just wanted me to think they planted themselves. Chris and I had time to spend with the kids and just enjoy being a family. We popped popcorn and ate it while we played Zonkers, we made paper snowflakes, we watched movies, we kept the fire in the fireplace going most days because it was cold, we talked and laughed and had tickle fights, planned a Secret Santa, etc.
I can't wait until Christmas break! I have most of the Christmas shopping done so we can sit back and enjoy each other the whole month of December.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
It's a Good Life
I'm writing this for myself so that I can remember that one day I got something accomplished. I trimmed the roses, straightened and swept the garage, vacuumed the van (It really needed it!), and it's only mid-day.
I've had a hard time getting anything done lately because I've changed religions and started praying to the Porcelain God sometimes 200 times a day. I am also acquiring a large growth in my abdomen. I've been seeing the Doctor regularly and he's discovered my growth has a heartbeat. Yes, we're pregnant again. I'm due on my birthday, April 21. I'm finally over my morning sickness and glad to be back to work in the yard and house.
Not much else to tell. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut but I think life is finally back to normal: taking kids to school, homework, "What do we have for dinner?", Family Home Evening, 3 callings for me and 1 for Chris, Christmas shopping, Dr. Appointments, etc.
Life has been so much sweeter lately for me. Even though my tumor wasn't fatal it wasn't fun and I spent some miserable weeks not being able to do the things I love or the things that I don't love doing but do them because I love my family. I cherished my family before, but now I have a deeper burning in my heart while I do those simple day to day things for my husband and children. I've been so happy to be able to wash poop-streaked underwear and oatmeal out of the carpet and shoe marks off the walls and wash soiled bedding when the kids don't make it to the toilet in the night, and the molding Tupperware that are always found in the furthest corner of the refrigerator, etc. I love being healthy and able to work and I'm glad God gave me a reason to love doing it.
I've had a hard time getting anything done lately because I've changed religions and started praying to the Porcelain God sometimes 200 times a day. I am also acquiring a large growth in my abdomen. I've been seeing the Doctor regularly and he's discovered my growth has a heartbeat. Yes, we're pregnant again. I'm due on my birthday, April 21. I'm finally over my morning sickness and glad to be back to work in the yard and house.
Not much else to tell. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut but I think life is finally back to normal: taking kids to school, homework, "What do we have for dinner?", Family Home Evening, 3 callings for me and 1 for Chris, Christmas shopping, Dr. Appointments, etc.
Life has been so much sweeter lately for me. Even though my tumor wasn't fatal it wasn't fun and I spent some miserable weeks not being able to do the things I love or the things that I don't love doing but do them because I love my family. I cherished my family before, but now I have a deeper burning in my heart while I do those simple day to day things for my husband and children. I've been so happy to be able to wash poop-streaked underwear and oatmeal out of the carpet and shoe marks off the walls and wash soiled bedding when the kids don't make it to the toilet in the night, and the molding Tupperware that are always found in the furthest corner of the refrigerator, etc. I love being healthy and able to work and I'm glad God gave me a reason to love doing it.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Christmas in October
*This is something I started typing in October and never completely finished. I figured I'd post it anyway.
Brayden and I have been watching Christmas Movies all week. I don't know about anyone else but I'm ready for Christmas. I'm ready for the loads of sugar, the snow, the Christmas tree and the works. Maybe I'm just excited because my husband will be home this year.
I'm ready for Thanksgiving too. I LOVE GOOD FOOD!
Brayden and I have been watching Christmas Movies all week. I don't know about anyone else but I'm ready for Christmas. I'm ready for the loads of sugar, the snow, the Christmas tree and the works. Maybe I'm just excited because my husband will be home this year.
I'm ready for Thanksgiving too. I LOVE GOOD FOOD!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tumor Free!
I just got a call from Dr. Butler and she said my margins are clear. I'm done! It's over! I'm finished! The misery is ended!
Slow Mohs #2
Before . . . . . .
After . . . . . .
The dots on the before picture are for measurement purposes. Yes! They drew on me.
Forks, Scalpels and the Smell of Roast Beef Round Two
It was nice to have Chris with me for this surgery. It was just more of the same. They took out another piece of skin and sewed me shut again. Each time I feel more and more that my armpit is becoming my shoulder blade or vise versa. We are still waiting to hear if the whole tumor has been removed.
If this surgery doesn't work I talked to the doctors about an experimental surgery. They were all to eager to give it a name. I suggested that they sharpen an ice cream scoop and just dig it out. Dr. Fosko named it the Super Scoop. The nurse renamed it the Fosko Super Scoop. They thought I was joking! Can you believe that?
Before I divulge the next part of the story I have to give you a disclaimer. Chris was an EMT in Provo and saw all kinds of gross stuff. He has always had a strong stomach and has never been fazed by blood or gore.
The doctors let him stay in the room but he had to sit in a chair by the door. The rooms are small enough that he could still see everything. They got to the part where my insides are hanging wide open and he decided he needed to leave for a few minutes but before he can get through his sentence to tell them where he's going he blacked out. Luckily he was still sitting in the chair and I'm the most fabulous tumor doner they've seen in a while so there was gobs of people in there. The head (Dr. Fosko - pictured above) recognized what was happening before Chris did and ran over and wrapped his arms around Chris's legs just as he blacked out. So Chris woke up to a man with the most fabulous mustache right in his face! Once conscious he had to lay on the floor for a few minutes. Because he couldn't get up he missed the smell of my roast beef. That's what he gets for stealing the spotlight. When he could walk he was escorted to his own operating room, reclining operating chair, pillow, and a snack! I didn't even get a snack!
The day after surgery they called to check on me and make sure everything was going okay and then they asked about Chris. I just had to laugh. He really was the life of the party! It will be an experience we won't soon forget.
If this surgery doesn't work I talked to the doctors about an experimental surgery. They were all to eager to give it a name. I suggested that they sharpen an ice cream scoop and just dig it out. Dr. Fosko named it the Super Scoop. The nurse renamed it the Fosko Super Scoop. They thought I was joking! Can you believe that?
Before I divulge the next part of the story I have to give you a disclaimer. Chris was an EMT in Provo and saw all kinds of gross stuff. He has always had a strong stomach and has never been fazed by blood or gore.
The doctors let him stay in the room but he had to sit in a chair by the door. The rooms are small enough that he could still see everything. They got to the part where my insides are hanging wide open and he decided he needed to leave for a few minutes but before he can get through his sentence to tell them where he's going he blacked out. Luckily he was still sitting in the chair and I'm the most fabulous tumor doner they've seen in a while so there was gobs of people in there. The head (Dr. Fosko - pictured above) recognized what was happening before Chris did and ran over and wrapped his arms around Chris's legs just as he blacked out. So Chris woke up to a man with the most fabulous mustache right in his face! Once conscious he had to lay on the floor for a few minutes. Because he couldn't get up he missed the smell of my roast beef. That's what he gets for stealing the spotlight. When he could walk he was escorted to his own operating room, reclining operating chair, pillow, and a snack! I didn't even get a snack!
The day after surgery they called to check on me and make sure everything was going okay and then they asked about Chris. I just had to laugh. He really was the life of the party! It will be an experience we won't soon forget.
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