Dorky kids, Spring, & Roller Blades

When the camera comes out, the dorky kids come with it. They see the camera and instantly make the goofiest faces they can. I don't remember if I was like this as a kid, but digital cameras weren't around back in the stone age. So when we got a picture taken, it was take what you get.
Spring has officially sprung and with it has come outdoor play. I am so excited to get out of the house regularly. I can feel the difference that the sun is making in my demeanor. I'm a hot weather gal all the way. I'd take 104 degrees over 40 degrees any day of the year. I prefer sweat to shivers. So the trampoline is getting lots of use these day and so are the new fun toys that Mandy was so kind to get the two older kids for Christmas - roller blades. At first, Alex and Abby were pretty much uninterested in trying them. They were used to roller skates instead of inline blades and had no interest in falling down a lot. Of course, Alex had his other reasons. After suffering from his concussion and other injuries, he was terrified that he'd fall and hit his head again. I can't blame him. It's scary getting a head injury like he did. But one day, they both put them on and gave it a go in the carport. One day later, they were little pros. It's amazing how fast kids pick things up. Fascinating!

Also, with spring has come the weather that is warm enough for tutus. Evie has followed suit with Abby's past obsession and wants to wear tutus all day, every day. Even when it's cold, she asks. I think children have the ability to shrug off the cold easier than me.

Happy spring everyone!

Finally!

Abby has been very slow when it comes to losing her teeth. By the time Alex finished second grade, he'd lost all of his eight front baby teeth. We are down to the last week of school, and Abby is no where near this progress. She lost her bottom front two quite awhile back, but the other teeth were showing no signs of leaving anytime soon. When her front top two teeth started to get slightly loose, I was kind of excited to see her lose a couple more. This was several months ago. I still attribute this to her thumb sucking habit. Over the weekend, she had snaggle-tooth syndrome. One tooth was hanging on by a thread and she wouldn't let me pull it for love nor money. And believe me, I bribed her several times. The other tooth, though loose, was just about a third as loose as the snaggletooth.

While eating their lunch, Abby had apparently bit down on her chicken quesadilla and hurt the NOT snaggletooth. I hear Alex run in to my room yelling, "Mom! Abby lost her tooth!" I automatically assumed the snaggletooth was the casualty. Boy, was I wrong! Apparently when she bit on her food, the unloose tooth started bleeding and Abby showed Alex by tapping on it. One good tap and out it popped! This, of course, leaving the snaggletooth to continue hanging on desperately. When the bleeding stopped from tooth number one, I told Abby I could "magic trick" the other tooth out without any pain. Magic trick = pulling with a frozen wash rag. One small tug later and out popped tooth casualty number two. Abby is now toothless and loving it. She actually decided that it was time to stop sucking her thumb because it feels awkward. I sure hope it sticks!

Abby's 8th Birthday

My beautiful Abby is eight years old now. This year I promised her that she could have a sleepover with a couple of friends. Josh was working the weekend that we normally would have celebrated her birthday, so I said that it would be an ideal time to faux celebrate her big day. Alex had a sleepover once around this age with his friend, Kyler. I figured that it was about time Abby got to experience the same thing. Of course, a couple of friends turned into three friends and she couldn't have been more excited. They came over on Saturday and stayed until Sunday morning. The girls all had fun. She invited Breylynn, Braylie, and Gentry (all her best buds right now). We had pizza, cupcakes, and popcorn and a movie before calling it a night. They played outside and were all very tired. The last girl clocked out about 10:30. After a delicious donut breakfast (homemade of course), they finished the fun times with some chilly morning outside playing after eating me out of house and home. I think it was a hit and Abby was very grateful for the good times.

We officially celebrated this past weekend. Every birthday that we celebrate with the kids gets so much easier on my stress level. I stopped caring how crazy clean the house was and making sure than every kid got those blasted gift bags I always used to be so intent on making. I finally realized that it's a birthday for one kid. Not every kid that comes. I provide cake and ice cream and plenty of playing. That's good enough for me. Sure, Evie will get a big kindergarten party one day with some fun things, but I've got a couple of years before that happens.

This year, Abby is Star Wars crazy. I'm hoping that this sticks (just like Alex, of course). She wanted all things Star Wars, so naturally this meant a Star Wars cake. At first, she was convinced she was getting a Death Star cake. And then a Star Destroyer cake. Many ideas were thrown around as I tried to convince her I wasn't a cake miracle maker and I convinced her that BB-8 (the new droid from Episode 7) was perfect. She was so excited!  He turned out pretty great...and huge! Grandma, Aunt Mandy (and kids) and Uncle Jake, Aunt Stephanie (and kids) were all there to help us celebrate. She got lots of Star Wars goodies, including a quilt that I made for her. She doesn't sleep under her bed cover out of some fear she developed when she was around two years old. So a nice heavy blanket helps her sleep better. She loved it! That made me happy. She got a Rey costume, some toys, a glitter lamp and a Hello Kitty speaker for her Ipod (which is always on now), and a lightsaber. The cousins all played and a great time was had by all.

As for my little 8-year old, she's quite a girl. She is sweet, kind, caring, and sarcastic - which she got from me unfortunately. She is consistently insistent on wearing her hair down with zero chance of me ever getting it into a pony-tail or braid. She's very tomboyish and wouldn't wear a dress if I paid her to do so. She's creative and a great little artist, having won two contests so far and is still desperate to get a puppy one day. Turns out that she is also a bit...hmmm...frugal? She keeps saving money she gets for Christmas or birthdays, etc. To date, she's almost got $160 and no intent to spend it. I want her to be a kid and spend a little on herself from time to time, but I'm glad she's learning how to save. I'm super proud of the girl she is and can't wait to see where she goes as she grows. Happy Birthday Abby! We love you!

Abby's friends at the sleep over. (Gentry, Breylynn, Abby and Braylie)

BB-8 the cake.

So proud my kids love Star Wars.

Abby "Rey" the Jedi. I think she was upset that I wouldn't let her wear it to school.

Zoo Trip 2016

I am fairly certain that we have yet to miss a single year going to the zoo. Many times, we try to go with Mandy and her kids and we've missed doing that for a couple of years. So this time we tried to go for our first zoo trip during spring break. I was slightly concerned that it was going to be busy, but thought that a Monday might mean that we'd be fine. When we got there, Mandy and I had to scoop our jaws off the ground when we pulled into the parking lot. It was jam packed! Apparently, the first amazingly beautiful day of spring break meant that the entire city was going to show up. It was a bit intimidating, but worth it in the end. We had a half hour wait in line just to get in the zoo. But, once we were in, the crowd wasn't the worst. Not great, but still. I look forward to going again in the summer with Josh. He's been wanting to go and the new elephant exhibit is supposed to be open. That will be fun to see.

It's strange, because one of the first things that really surprised me was the fact that I don't need a stroller or wagon anymore. It's a bit strange thinking that my kids are all to a point where they would rather run amok than be hauled around. Now, that being said, towards the end, Evie wanted me to carry her pretty often. We had a great time and the best part? No giftshop. I know that sounds strange, but the kids always...always...want to go look through the giftshop and get something in the end. Usually, I don't mind because they use money that they earn for the most part. But this time, I told them we'd only go to the zoo if we skipped the shop. They agreed and it was lovely. We walked through the shop (as it's the only exit from the zoo) and it was packed like a can of sardines. Scary. The important thing was that the kids had fun and so did I. Yay for zoo day!

February 2016

February came in like a lion and went out like a lamb. And it wasn't even spring! As explained in the previous post, I had surgery on February 4th to have my parotid gland on the right side of my face removed with the tumor that was attached to it. The beginning of the month was pretty much just a long healing adventure. Actually, I'd say that most of February was a healing adventure, but that's ok. I'll take it. My learned a lot about prayer. Alex prayed for me every single night before he went to bed. He held my hand in his and closed his eyes and prayed for me. It was so touching! Evie has been praying for me at dinner after we bless the food. It's got to be the cutest thing ever! Abby has been a little shy about it, but she told me she prayed when she went to bed. This alone was worth the surgery. I love it! Here are me and my babies after I got home from surgery.

 

The kids have been at school, obviously. But the hardest part of my day (which most would scoff at) is keeping Evie entertained. She's entered the exact same phase as Abby did at this age. She is in love with horses and riding her unicorn stick-horse around the house in her tutu. I seriously need

Guess who has to ride with her daily? 

 

 As a comparison, here is a picture of Abby and Evie at almost the exact same age. Crazy!

 

I also spend a lot of time - and I do mean a lot - playing in the sunroom of our house pretending in the play kitchen. Sometimes I spice it up by serving lunch out there. You know...with real food. 

 Alex finally healed enough and was released from his crazy face-meets-cement accident to play basketball again. He had to miss two weeks and pretty much over half his games because of his teeth and concussion. He now has to wear a mouthguard for all sports, so he looks like a little chipmunk when he smiles. They actually won a few games. Go team! This was his last game of the season. Sadly...or not so sadly depending on how you look at it...he doesn't want to play basketball anymore. He prefers soccer. Three years of basketball may be it for us.

 Evie has hair! It has only taken three years, but now when we blow dry it and make it shiny, it looks like a real head of hair. I hope by Kindergarten it gets fuller. It's very thin compared to Abby's hair. But she definitely has her Daddy's blonde hair.

 I have spent a lot of time this month working on what I lovingly called, my cancer projects. I did some work around the house to get it ready for our next round of trying to sell it. But I really enjoyed sitting on the couch, watching TV and working on my latest art project. As I am a huge fan of the show "Emergency!", I really wanted to do some fan art. I also hadn't drawn people since college. It was fun and turned out pretty good. Not perfect, but still fun.

Other than that, February was midly uneventful. We didn't do much. I had a lot of time spent trying to get my body back on track from the surgery. It kicked my butt! Spring seems to have come early though. It's been extremely warm for this time of year. The kids have enjoyed a lot of time outside and I'm thankful for that. I can't wait for summer! I hope that everyone had a great month!

The Worst & Best Day

For several years (maybe even a decade) I've had a pesky little lump about the size of a dime sitting at the back of my bottom jawline. I've been to the doctor many times to find out what it is, but was always told that if it hadn't grown or anything, then it was nothing to be concerned about. Honestly, it always bugged me that it was there and was a constant point of anxiety for me. I would find myself feeling it or moving it around. So, after years of wondering, I had an incident with Evie over a year ago. She jumped on my neck and hit the lump, causing me pain. I'd had enough and decided to go to the doctor - again - and not stop until I knew what the heck that little lump was.

So, my doc is pretty cool. He knows I have some anxiety regarding my health and sent me to an ear, nose, throat doctor who took a biopsy of the lump but was 100% sure that it was nothing to worry about. Two biopsies and a CT scan later, I was told that it was benign and that I shouldn't give it a second thought ever again. Ok. It was a terrible time and I hated that the thing was still inside my body. BUT - I had no reason to continue further as it was benign.

Fast forward almost exactly a year -

Christmas 2015, I got a bad cold. The cold escalated into something that sent my nose all tingly and I jumped from doctor to chiropractor back to the ENT (ear/nose/throat). Why the ENT again? The lump began to get tender again and I was almost certain it had grown slightly. The chiropractor told me it was a muscle lump of some kind. The doc told me I could go back to the ENT and so I did. The ENT was...well...unsympathetic to my new symptoms. He looked at me for 15 seconds and then rushed out of the room mumbling, "It's nothing serious. You're fine. Don't see any more doctors about that thing."

It wasn't good enough. It hurt and I hated the thing and wanted it out of my body, else I'd never stop thinking about it. Something kept telling me inside to keep pushing. So I went back to my awesomely understanding doctor and he said that my current ENT was...well...old. I laughed, but I think he might be right. He said it was time for a second opinion. Thank the good Lord above! So off I went to my new and much more understanding ENT. He said if it hadn't grown in all these years that it was extremely unlikely to be dangerous, but he was 100% certain that it was a tumor off of my parotid gland (major salivary gland beside your cheek/ear). Funny. The other ENT never said it was a tumor. In fact, he assured me it was anything but. Ha! He (along with his helpful intern - who was possibly young enough to be my child) said he'd take a quick biopsy and I'd have an answer as to exactly what it was (tumor or fatty lump, etc.) within fifteen minutes. Have you ever had a biopsy? It sucks. A needle shoved point-blank into your face with zero numbing. Not. Cool.

So began the wait. The infernal wait. I was a wreck! My anxiety was so bad, I was one heartbeat away from a full on panic attack. The nurse, a blessing in its truest form, came in to tell me that I would be fine because the doc was sure it was nothing serious. Within about ten minutes, the doc came into the room with his intern with a not-so-good look on his face. He wasted no time and said, "Well, it turns out that it IS cancerous." I started to pass out and the intern helped me not fall out of the chair. I couldn't believe it. My worst fear had come to pass.

The day was a blur of tears and tests. By the time I left the ENT, I had a biopsy, MRI scans to make sure the cancer hadn't spread to my lymph nodes, and an appointment set up for surgery for the following week to have my entire parotid gland, the tumor, and some surrounding lymph nodes removed. I was terrifed, but glad to start the path to get better. The worst part, was telling everyone. My children being the worst part. They've dealt with so much so I was worried about them hearing the word 'cancer'. Especially since their grandma died from cancer. But they deserved to know, regardless. No one could believe that I had cancer. Many emotions went around that day and the prayer began. God was the only one to get me through this when push came to shove. And honestly, I didn't cry another tear after day two. I had a peace that could only have been Heaven sent. It was surreal, but I was grateful for it. I had worries. I had several cases of the "what-if's". But I managed. Which if you knew me, is saying a lot.

One week passed and it was off to surgery. I was surprisingly calm (thank God) and the surgery went well. The doc said before surgery that there was a 5% chance that the first biopsy would be wrong and that the new biopsies would be benign. He said not to get my hopes up, but the chance was there. The surgery was painful to heal from, but I got through it. Technically, I'm still dealing with the aftermath (post-op 2 months now). I'm still numb on the ear and will always be. My cheek is still numb as well. I hope that goes away. I still have some pain and had a few stitch abcesses. (apparently my body doesn't tolerate dissovable stitches - go figure.) Alex and Abby were pretty much terrified that I was going to die. Abby wouldn't even look at me. It was a rough week until the follow up appointment.

The day of the follow up, I got a phone call in the morning from the nurse (the same nurse who sat with me while I was alone during that dreadful day two weeks before). She had gotten the biopsy report and the doc said that I shouldn't be forced to wait until my appointment that afternoon to hear this. The reports had come back and the rare chance happened. The entire biopsy came back 100% benign! I cried on the phone and the nurse cried with me. We both praised the Lord together and it was officially the first time I sobbed in utter joy. I can't express the joy I had. I ran to the school with Evie after calling several people and told Alex and Abby at lunch. I also have the blessing of teachers at school who had been praying and watching out for my upset children and got to tell them as well. What an amazing day! The joy was overflowing! And I made my doc and nurse some chocolate chip cookies to give them as a thanks before I went to my actual appointment that afternoon.

So, in the end, within two weeks, I'd experienced the worst and best days of my life. I went from being terrified about the radiation therapy that I was certain to have and whether or not the cancer had spread to, being great and healed and scary lump free. The amount of prayer and blessings that happened were astounding and my life is most certainly changed for it all. I am happy these days. My face is healing good. I've had some hiccups along the way, but it's a process I am all too happy to go through. What a start to the year, right? What a crazy ride this has been. Onward and upward! Here are the pictures of the progression so far.

Prepping for the big surgery.

"X" marks the spot. That blue spot is the tumor. Wouldn't want to cut the wrong side of my face.

Prepped and lookin' fancy.

Josh took this when I was trying to wake up. Nice.

Finally home with my babies.

24 hours post op. Yikes. I look so thin! I lost like 10 or more pounds in a week from nerves.

1 week post op.

That yellow tint? yeah...not iodine. It's bruising.

Celebrating my cancer-free diagnosis with a day out with my bud!

Spring has Sprung!

Rainbows, the massive fire in Kansas, and Evie learning to ride a bike. That's what's happening around here. It's been fun having nice weather, but the rain needs to head to the fire across the way so that we never have to see the kind of scary smoke that traveled so many miles our way. We had a red sun! Scary stuff! Evie is getting better at riding her bike. So happy to move down this road so we can all take family bike rides again. She's getting better every day.

Scary amount of smoke from hundreds of miles away. Red sun then no sun!