Monday, August 18, 2014

Preschool and biggest brother

This post is all about Little Buddy.  Today he started our public school preschool.  We went to meet the teacher day last Friday and he had so much fun, he was running into the classroom furniture and all the parents and their kids with his walker.  He was so excited and the classroom space is a bit tight, he had difficulty navigating in that space with all the extra people there.  I feel Little Buddy and I might have a detention in our future.  He sort of doesn't mean to run over peoples toes, they just get in his way.  So all weekend long we talked about being nice with our walker, no hurting other children or the teacher, and absolutely no going out of the room unless a teacher is with you.  Lots of rules to remember when you are three. We are fortunate to be in a school system that makes sure kids with special needs get a good head start.  He will get school related therapies while there, and  time with kids his own age.  There are 12 kids in the classroom, a teacher and two assistants.  Six of the kids have some sort of special needs, six do not.  Little Buddy is the only one needing a walker, so at least there will not be two walkers crashing into each other.


Drop off was a breeze, Little Buddy did not even blink when I left him.  In fact he cried big, fat tears when I picked him up right after lunch.  He can stay until 2:30 when the school day is over, but  he has so many therapies that have to be fit in so he will get picked up early every day.  I think 8:30 to 12:30 is enough don't you?


Once he gets used to the schedule he will be fine.  We got home today and he had speech therapy and is now resting after his busy day.  He is going to LOVE preschool.


Mr 20, the biggest brother, leaves tomorrow to return to Ohio.  I can not tell you who is going to be sadder Little Buddy or me.   We have loved having him here for three whole weeks, the longest he has been home since he left two years ago.  He is ready to go and get busy with his life, but we will miss him desperately. Biggest Brother takes you swimming and helps you walk the wall with your hands.


He throws you up in the air so you can squeal at the top of your lungs , and then does it again and again when you say, "more!"


He takes you for rides on the alligator across the pool.

And makes the alligator go round, and round, and round.

He pretends you are a pillow and takes a nap on you.

He also gives great hugs.

He loves to play and makes a big deal of this little boy while he is here.  The love is mutual I'd say.

I don't want you to think I am neglecting my Teenager.  He was able to start school today, right on time.  He is still in a tiny bit of pain, we see the ENT tomorrow and I think there just might be a antibiotic in this ones future.  He loves Little Buddy too, he is just very, very quiet and very shy.  Mr. 20 is a wild ride at the amusement park, the Teenager is slow and steady.  They both have their own unique relationship with this little three year old, isn't he a lucky little one.
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Thursday, August 14, 2014

I am so predictable.....

I know you are all not surprised to see that I made another Olive Twist Shawl, if nothing else I am very predictable.  And as you can imagine I am dreaming of making another one already, but before I find more yarn and a hook lets look at this one.






Made from Noro Shirakaba, silk, cotton and wool yarn with a size J hook.  Let me just say that while I have a love/hate relationship with Noro, this yarn just might win me over.  I am in LOVE with this yarn and now could kick myself for not buying more when the yarn store was going out of business.  I love it so much I almost feel like unraveling this whole shawl just to use this yarn again.  

I made this shawl big, I mean big for me.  This is no scarf this is a SHAWL!  Part of the reason I made it big is because I had enough yarn, and I did not want to waste any leaving a skein all on its own.  But the other reason was that in my sleep deprived, nursing state, I kept looking at the yarn band thinking each skein was 125 yards.  Well no, if I had put my reading glasses on I would have seen it was 125 meters.  I should know better, because that is a big difference in yardage, but it all ended up just fine.  Better too much yarn than not enough or so they say.  

I am dreaming of making another one because once you get the pattern down it is a very easy two row repeat.  I can always use easy.  Shall I do purple, or maybe dark gray?  A sock weight yarn or something thicker? Hmmm..... it is so fun to plan.

On other news, my Teenager is up and about now, eating soft foods, going to the movies and having fun the last four days of his summer vacation.  He lost a total of 9 pounds during his recovery, that is a lot in one week.  Thank goodness that is all behind us.

I want to leave you with a picture of Little Buddy and his Medical Foster Parents Jeannette and Todd.  They came for a nice long visit today and Little Buddy was thrilled.  He loved seeing them and playing with them, and got a bit upset when they were leaving.  He wanted to go along, why not, they were his parent for two wonderful years.  But as they were leaving he waved good-bye, blew kisses and settled right back into his life here with us.  It is so important to me that they are a big part of his life.  That they see him when they need to and rejoice as he reaches new milestones.  Jeannette and Todd gave him the very best start possible.  They are dear friends, and frankly are probably so sick of me as I am at their house about 6 hours a week, every week for years!  Here they are, doesn't this just make you smile?  Can you see all the love shared between them?  I can.




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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Tuesday Chatter

I am a bit random today so please excuse my ramblings.  Did you see the super moon these past few days?  Sorry if I am posting pictures if everyone has done so already, I have not been visiting blogs due to work so I have no idea what has been posted. 

 The evening of the full moon it was quite hazy here but I did get a good shot or two.



I am fascinated by the moon and I always have been.  I find such beauty in it, whatever stage it is in.  Yesterday morning as I drove to work in the early hours before the sun was up, I saw the moon breaking through the clouds, it was so gorgeous.  As I was driving there are no pictures of it for you to see but believe me it was amazing.
 
  
This morning I slept til 7, a luxury I will not have next week when school starts for my boys.  When I took Max out this is what I saw, a gorgeous almost full moon peeking at me.  The photo above is untouched, but with a little contrast and cropping you get the photo below.


Can you see the woman's profile on the moon?  I see her best in the morning, in the evening she is upside down.  The dark area is her hair, it looks like it is tucked behind her ear and trailing over her shoulder.  There is just a hint of where her jaw and chin might be.  I think you can imagine her a bit better in the untouched photo above.
 

We had a visitor this weekend and Max was none to pleased.  Yes Mr. Wrigley Field came to stay for a few days.  You have all met him before and I have to say that while I love the little dog cuddles, Mr Wrigley was not all that well behaved, doing his business in my house to mark his displeasure that his family left him.  And yipping at everything, apparently he feels Max does not guard the house well enough.


Max was having nothing to do with the visitor.  This is what he did all weekend, just walk away from me as if it was my fault we were doing our neighbor's a favor.  Well it was my fault but I was just trying to be nice.  This coming after the dreaded children staying in our home and a very ill brother that Max had to visit often, but could not quite figure out why he was in my room for so long.  All this is so confusing to Max, I mean how much can this poor boy take?


And to make matters even worse Max had a birthday on Friday and it almost went unnoticed.  I was very overwhelmed and sleep deprived by my nursing duties.  Even though Max was sang to repeatedly, given blueberries on his food, given extra belly rubs and a walk where he could sniff as long as he wanted, it was not enough.  He wanted a big party for turning ten and having to put up with a new little brother running into him with his walker, a big brother that is often gone for long periods of time, and recently children staying in his home.  Max was not even allowed to bark at the pool for a few days for fear he would wake up his recovering brother. So sorry Max, we will have a big party for you next year when you turn 11.


Here is a hint of something I just finished.  Can you guess what it is?

My Teenager continues to recover.  It took him almost an hour and a half to eat a soft piece of buttered bread and two over easy eggs on Sunday.  Yesterday it was a bit more painful as the scabs are starting to come off, I know more info than you really need at this point.  Today we are weaning down the medication even more and he has been ordered to take a short walk, school starts in less than a week, I have to get him ready.  I am not ready, but I am determined he will be.

Have a great day.
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Sunday, August 10, 2014

Catching up and family

This has just been a brutal week.  My poor son had a horrible time with his tonsillectomy, so you know as a Mom I had a horrible time, too.  We knew it was going to be bad, I mean really bad, but I felt with diligent care, keeping on top of the pain medication and all we might sneak through a tiny bit, but I was wrong.  The poor child was is in incredible pain, for days.  He slept in my bed for three nights so I could help him round the clock, for a 17 year old to voluntarily sleep in his mom's bed you know things are bad.  I almost took him to Emergency more times than I can count.  But as of late Friday things started to turn around a bit.  I finally got some Gatorade and ice cream in him, and he had a shower!  I almost wanted to run around the neighborhood high fiving everyone because my 17 year old son was able to take his first shower in four days! Yesterday he was awake for 11 hours straight, and even had another shower, and about 1/2 cup of super soft mashed potatoes.  We are on a roll!!!  I am decreasing the pain medication even if he feels he is not quite ready, he is on some heavy duty stuff and it makes him groggy.  The more alert you are the more you might want to eat and regain your strength.  And if he is awake I no longer have to wake him up on the hour to get him to drink fluids, I feel like I might actually be getting my life back.  Frankly I am exhausted, but I feel like complaining is ridiculous after what he has gone though.  I have learned something about my quiet boy, he is a fighter, and he fought through each and every swallow, much braver than I think I could have been.

As you know amongst this surgery we also had family visiting.  My darling niece and her family came for five whole days.  They came to visit us, see my Dad and of course meet Little Buddy, who was thrilled.  He kept pulling himself up on his walker and saying, "Come on cousins, let's go!"  And they did.  My niece was enthralled with him, taking him in the pool, walks outside with his walker and generally playing with him so I could take care of my son.  It seemed like bad timing for a visit but it actually worked out beautifully.

Here are a few pictures of their visit.


My Dad with his grandchildren and great grandchildren.  He has lots more but these were the ones visiting.  My three are on the left, pre-surgery of course.











I adore my niece and her wonderful family.  I have written many times about my love of being an Aunt.  This visit I was not as involved, not as much fun as I would like to have been.  But I think they had a wonderful time anyway.

Wishing you all a wonderful day and I want to thank you for all of your prayers and concern about my son.  One blogger friend of mine, took the time to reach out to me many, many times through email and helped me through this one sharing her wonderful nursing knowledge.  You know who you are and I can not thank you enough.  It is amazing how much bloggers care, taking the time out of their busy lives to help someone across the world care for her son.  Thank you.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Pink

I have been surrounding myself with pink projects lately.  And after a bit of research over the Internet I found out there might be a very valid reason why.  According to pink psychology, pink means compassion, nurturing and love.  Pink is feminine, intuitive and insightful.  Pink is also the color of hope, which is why it is associated so often with breast cancer  and breast cancer awareness.  You need to have more pink in your life if you want calmer feelings, to neutralize disorder, for relaxation or acceptance. 
  I am not sure if I am so drawn to pink lately because I have to be the nurturer, or if I need to be nurtured a bit myself.  What I know for sure is that I need to have calmer feelings, I need some order in my crazy disordered life, and I need to relax.  So maybe I am drawn to pink for all these reasons.  
I am now taking care of my son after his surgery yesterday and oh my goodness is he in a lot of pain.  Bless his heart I cringe every time I have to make him swallow a bit of Popsicle, his liquid pain medicine or some water.   He slept in my bed last night so I could give him his pain meds in the middle of the night, and help him to the bathroom if needed.  We knew it was going to be bad, but I did not think it would be this bad, and this could go on for days  It is just something we have to get through, him with the pain, and me watching close by feeling a bit inadequate that I cannot help some more.  My family is also visiting which is lovely, wonderful, easy and hard all at the same time.  My son needs quiet, but in this packed house he is not getting it.  I leave the bathroom exhaust fan on all the time to drown out a bit of the noise.  I hope it helps.  For now my visiting family is off on an adventure to swim near manatees, several hours north of us.  It will be much more peaceful this afternoon and evening. 

So here is a bit of pink for you just in case you need more order, calmer feelings or relaxation in your life. 

The latest  Berroco kiribati is finished.  I got this put together Sunday morning just before my company arrived.


Made from approximately 380 yards of  Berroco Karma, with size 11 needles.  I used almost every single inch of the yarn I ordered for this project as I made it a tad longer than I was supposed to.


Karma is a cotton tape yarn that is frankly not that easy to work with, and do not get me started about all the joins in the middle of the skeins.  It is just not that forgiving of a yarn.  If you have an elongated stitch by accident in your sweater there is simply no fixing it.  And as you can see above in the neckline on the right, I did something wonky when I added the extra yarn on to make the shoulder.  No amount of fixing this is going to make it look nice.  It is my error, but because the yarn is the way it is it makes it easier to see all of your mistakes.  I think I just might crochet a flower with my leftover yarn and pop it right over those whacky stitches.  


This is a piece of the yarn pulled apart.  It is pretty fascinating yarn but do not be fooled, it is easy to catch those little fibers with the tip of your knitting needle and pull the yarn and have tiny whisps of thread peeking out of your project.

I crocheted quite a bit on my new Olive Twist Shawl by my friend Sue Perez, while at the surgery center with my son.   Go back a few posts to find all my gushing about Sue and this fabulous pattern.  It was the perfect thing to work on in the waiting room, pre-op room and recovery room.   I am using Noro Shirakaba, a beautiful thick to thin cotton yarn that is fun to work with.  After Little Buddy goes down for a nap, I sit near my son and watch him sleep while I put in a few stitches here and there.  Crocheting is silent, except when I make a mistake and have a few choice words to say that is.


Let me just add that a tonsillectomy is just brutal for a 17 year old.  We knew it was going to be but I never thought my sweet boy would be in this much pain.  If you have a few moments to send him some healing thoughts I would sure appreciate it.  I promise to catch up with you all this weekend as he heals, and my company leaves.  I hope I get a chanceto to visit soon. 
 Hope you are all well.

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Saturday, August 2, 2014

On my mind this morning........

There is a lot on my mind this morning, swirling around and not letting me get much sleep.  First Mr. 20, (who would not be happy I posted his wisdom tooth picture) is doing great.  Thank you for all your well wishes for him.  He is doing so good he made it to the Rays game last night with a friend, slightly swollen cheek and all.  The Rays, gosh I am so disappointed in them trading my favorite player David Price, I just might veto baseball from now on. 


Among all the doctor appointments this week, and there have been six of them between my three boys, I made this.  I know you are feeling like you just saw this, and you did, but this is in a different yarn.  Universal yarns, Wisdom Yarns Poem.  It has been placed in a box for future teacher/therapist gifts for Little Buddy's people. 
 
  
With the extra I made this coaster.  I finished with the green and used almost every single inch.


Actually my two coaster/ trivity/I don't know what they are thingies look pretty good together on my table, even though they are made from different types of yarn. 


This guy was irritated with me about standing in front of him while he watched his favorite Disney Jr. show this mornings.  He went to the Pediatrician on Thursday, his doctor had not seen  since January and was amazed at how well he was doing. His speech, and movement and cognitive development have all improved so much.  Little Buddy actually said, "I don't like Dr. Eisenfeld's paper," as the doctor walked by the room.  The paper in question is the paper they put on the exam table.  Then he said, "I don't like the scale."  The doctor and I had a good laugh about him.  He has gained two whole pounds in six months, which does not sound like a lot but it is for a very active, crawling and walking boy with cerebral palsy.  He is finally on the weight chart!!!!!  He is not growing all that much yet, but weight comes first.  He is a tiny little peanut.


I have spent hours on the phone this week trying to figure out who dropped the ball at the state agency we adopted him from.  Someone, somewhere let his Medicaid default into another system, one that does not provide the services he needs.  I think it happened as he was in limbo for a while, not in medical foster care and not yet adopted.  He might miss out on some services for the next month and all should be fine by September.  Still I have been trying to be patient to get to the bottom of things and I just go around and around with different people for hours. Medicaid is the very best insurance for a special needs child, they pay for all his therapies and specialists.  He automatically was placed in the program as he was a ward of the state, he deserves to be taken care of medically for the rest of his life.


This Berroco sweater is nearing completion. 


Yet all I can think about is starting this new Olive Twist Shawl in pink Noro.  What is with all the pink with me lately?
 

This guy is about to be overwhelmed by family.  My niece and her family of five are coming to visit for a few days, arriving tomorrow.  I am cleaning today in preparation and getting ready for their arrival.  We know Max is not in love with kids, but he does tolerate his cousins a little bit better than most kids.  He will have a lot to bark about when they are in the pool.  Hope he rests up now cause he is going to be exhausted with all the activity.

I am sorry for not catching up with all of you as I like to do.  We have had a crazy week, and with my Teenager's tonsillectomy scheduled next Tuesday, while having guests visiting,  I think we are in for another one.  I miss you all when I can not keep up with all that is going on.  Hope you have a great weekend. one. 
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Thursday, July 31, 2014

A new use for a cowl......


A new use for a cowl...............wisdom tooth ice pack holder.

Happy Birthday to my Mom today, she would have been 87.

Hope you are all having a great day.
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