Happy Happy Valentine's Day!!!! :)
Yumm.... always heart-shaped brownies!!! Heart everything-cookies, lollipops/suckers, sandwiches!!
My date, my love of my life (one of them) picked out dinner..... PIZZA!!!! He picks pizza for every special dinner!! :) It always makes me happy because he is smiling and dancing in his chair. Got to love being two-and-a-half!
xoxo
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Happy Fifth Birthday Anders
A couple of days ago would have been my son, Anders' fifth birthday. I can't ever get over that he's not here. A huge chunk of all our lives is missing. I see my son Leif talking to Elsa, trying to give her a doll & it hurts to think someone should have been doing that for him, but Leif never got to meet Anders. A whole part of their lives does not exist. Now, we can only make the best with the new lives we have, but it is never that easy to go on without him. When someone dies so young, we always want to believe they were going to be so happy, perfect & the best of everything. We just want to give them the chance in our minds, that they never had in their short lives. It seems like yesterday, but a lifetime ago. To never know
He didn't have a disability, but this made me think of him, in a way. It is hard to compare exactly. Of those moments that I will never have & I won't be understood by all those going to "Italy" because I have no idea what "Italy" is.
A Trip To Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.It’s like this…… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life, I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland, and there you must stay.The important thing is that they have NOT taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place.It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.” And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.
When a parent dies, you lose your past; when a child dies, you lose your future. - Anonymous
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that's how awful the loss is! - Neugeboren 1976
He didn't have a disability, but this made me think of him, in a way. It is hard to compare exactly. Of those moments that I will never have & I won't be understood by all those going to "Italy" because I have no idea what "Italy" is.
A Trip To Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.It’s like this…… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life, I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland, and there you must stay.The important thing is that they have NOT taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place.It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy.But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.” And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.
When a parent dies, you lose your past; when a child dies, you lose your future. - Anonymous
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that's how awful the loss is! - Neugeboren 1976
Millions of updates
Obviously I've missed a little. Wow, over a year ago.
Well, my little boy climbed some furniture in April, knocking it over onto himself. I was in a sudden panic hearing a noise & turning to see this huge furniture on top of my tiny little one, five months pregnant & in an instant the furniture was tossed into a corner. I am not easily disturbed by stressful situations, but the safety of my children just blow threw those defenses. I rushed him to a local pediatric emergency unit, which revealed only a small break in his leg. He received a splint & didn't even need a follow-up appointment, about a week to a week and a half later he pulled it off & walked fine. I couldn't believe it, it seemed too easy. Just so lucky. A few weeks after he did it I saw in the paper that a child in a nearby town did the same thing, but wasn't quite so lucky & was kept on life support until there was no hope of survival. :( Right at the point I was high-risk for premature labour. Somehow we all were lucky & everyone is healthy now.
In September, three days after my due date, I gave birth to a pretty blue-eyed little girl!! :) I thought FOR SURE she would come in August... & I thought she tried a few times, but it didn't keep going. Then one day as I was cleaning her room, I kinda thought my water suddenly leaked, then five minutes later a contraction started, five minutes after that my body was suddenly trying to push. Luckily, my neighbour friend had just retired & told me that morning to call her to watch my son when I needed, since I had no one for this & didn't know what to do with him. Also, that my husband had taken off of work since I was going overdue, there was no question that baby would come soon, naturally or not. I don't know how it would have turned out had these two things not been in order. I could barely get out of the house without my body demanding the baby out!! :) Yeah, I was on the verge of panic all the way to the hospital, I thought for sure I was going to have her in the car on the thruway. Just the day before I was sent for extra examination because my doctor thought she felt the umbilical cord in front of the head, but they found everything to be okay... so all the way to the hospital, I am thinking, 'They were 100% positive, RIGHT! Because if I have her in the car, I won't know if she's okay or not!!' That's what was making me the most scared & nervous, not the actual childbirth. It took about 45 minutes to get to the hospital, usually they make you go through the whole triage department first, but they asked me if I felt like pushing &, um, yes (I had called them from my mobile phone on the way and told them). They threw me in the first room, I felt like I had just laid down & ... they handed her to me, less than ten minutes after I had gotten there, less then one hour from my water breaking at home.... wheeww!! She was very healthy, high Apgar scores. It seemed a miracle that I experienced NO premature labour issues with her. They sent me for extra tests here and there, but everything always came back normal. I had issues with both my other children, but I say she's my first girl, & you know girls are always so well-behaved! :) ... sometimes. She deserves it thought, because at six weeks old she developed colic & screamed from sun up to sun down for over a week. When she started to grow out of it, but still scream/cry occasionally, usually from tiredness, people would always comment.. wow, that doesn't seem to bother you? Huh, oh, this is NOTHING!! Now, she's all smiles!
Since the very momentous occasion of a baby, there has been my son's second birthday (trains galore!!), Halloween & Christmas. They say there are only two holidays that children anticipate so eagerly... Halloween & Christmas. The other countries that do not celebrate... should. Some friends in Iceland, I ask their boy if he will celebrate, 'Maybe,' he says, with question? :) Not only do the children delight in costumes & candy, but us adults. There are just as many adults & especially the elderly out just to see the children, than there are children running by. My son LOVED that almost all the houses let you pick your own piece of candy from the bowl. One house, I think we spent almost ten minutes there or more. He would pick up a piece, look it over, put it back...for each kind, and the man had a few candies!! The man got a big chuckle out of this & with a big grin, patiently let him examine each kind until he was satisfied with his choice. Although I had a hard time getting him to put it in his candy bag for the next house!!
With the new year of 2012, my resolution is cliche, lose weight & get healthier. As a defense, I had a baby, but I am so ready to be normal again. I did not mean that my whole family get sick from one end of the house to the other!!! Yet, this is how we start the new year, with a stomach flu. My poor son was vomiting for hours in the wee hours of the morning. He is so exhausted, and one bout of sickness passes, he lays his head down & looks to me & with a half smile starts reciting a scene from one of his favourite movies, waiting for me to fill in my parts. He never lost his sense of humor, this child. Which is a thing to treasure, as he was the one to be the worse sick & the longest. Once feeling better, he got his head stuck in his shirt trying to take it off & accidentally flung himself down to the hard floor.... very hard. The next day he was suddenly sick again & not eating or drinking. Ahhh, this boy never catches a break!! I finally got some sips into him & yesterday realized he's teething his molars now! It's never one thing at a time, but fifty. My little Elsa was only sick for one evening, but so young, I almost had to take her to the pediatric emergency unit for dehydration, but came around eating at the end, just in time. As everyone is saying... 'oh, this is just the beginning, you'll be doing this for say... 18 to forever years!'
Well, my little boy climbed some furniture in April, knocking it over onto himself. I was in a sudden panic hearing a noise & turning to see this huge furniture on top of my tiny little one, five months pregnant & in an instant the furniture was tossed into a corner. I am not easily disturbed by stressful situations, but the safety of my children just blow threw those defenses. I rushed him to a local pediatric emergency unit, which revealed only a small break in his leg. He received a splint & didn't even need a follow-up appointment, about a week to a week and a half later he pulled it off & walked fine. I couldn't believe it, it seemed too easy. Just so lucky. A few weeks after he did it I saw in the paper that a child in a nearby town did the same thing, but wasn't quite so lucky & was kept on life support until there was no hope of survival. :( Right at the point I was high-risk for premature labour. Somehow we all were lucky & everyone is healthy now.
In September, three days after my due date, I gave birth to a pretty blue-eyed little girl!! :) I thought FOR SURE she would come in August... & I thought she tried a few times, but it didn't keep going. Then one day as I was cleaning her room, I kinda thought my water suddenly leaked, then five minutes later a contraction started, five minutes after that my body was suddenly trying to push. Luckily, my neighbour friend had just retired & told me that morning to call her to watch my son when I needed, since I had no one for this & didn't know what to do with him. Also, that my husband had taken off of work since I was going overdue, there was no question that baby would come soon, naturally or not. I don't know how it would have turned out had these two things not been in order. I could barely get out of the house without my body demanding the baby out!! :) Yeah, I was on the verge of panic all the way to the hospital, I thought for sure I was going to have her in the car on the thruway. Just the day before I was sent for extra examination because my doctor thought she felt the umbilical cord in front of the head, but they found everything to be okay... so all the way to the hospital, I am thinking, 'They were 100% positive, RIGHT! Because if I have her in the car, I won't know if she's okay or not!!' That's what was making me the most scared & nervous, not the actual childbirth. It took about 45 minutes to get to the hospital, usually they make you go through the whole triage department first, but they asked me if I felt like pushing &, um, yes (I had called them from my mobile phone on the way and told them). They threw me in the first room, I felt like I had just laid down & ... they handed her to me, less than ten minutes after I had gotten there, less then one hour from my water breaking at home.... wheeww!! She was very healthy, high Apgar scores. It seemed a miracle that I experienced NO premature labour issues with her. They sent me for extra tests here and there, but everything always came back normal. I had issues with both my other children, but I say she's my first girl, & you know girls are always so well-behaved! :) ... sometimes. She deserves it thought, because at six weeks old she developed colic & screamed from sun up to sun down for over a week. When she started to grow out of it, but still scream/cry occasionally, usually from tiredness, people would always comment.. wow, that doesn't seem to bother you? Huh, oh, this is NOTHING!! Now, she's all smiles!
Since the very momentous occasion of a baby, there has been my son's second birthday (trains galore!!), Halloween & Christmas. They say there are only two holidays that children anticipate so eagerly... Halloween & Christmas. The other countries that do not celebrate... should. Some friends in Iceland, I ask their boy if he will celebrate, 'Maybe,' he says, with question? :) Not only do the children delight in costumes & candy, but us adults. There are just as many adults & especially the elderly out just to see the children, than there are children running by. My son LOVED that almost all the houses let you pick your own piece of candy from the bowl. One house, I think we spent almost ten minutes there or more. He would pick up a piece, look it over, put it back...for each kind, and the man had a few candies!! The man got a big chuckle out of this & with a big grin, patiently let him examine each kind until he was satisfied with his choice. Although I had a hard time getting him to put it in his candy bag for the next house!!
With the new year of 2012, my resolution is cliche, lose weight & get healthier. As a defense, I had a baby, but I am so ready to be normal again. I did not mean that my whole family get sick from one end of the house to the other!!! Yet, this is how we start the new year, with a stomach flu. My poor son was vomiting for hours in the wee hours of the morning. He is so exhausted, and one bout of sickness passes, he lays his head down & looks to me & with a half smile starts reciting a scene from one of his favourite movies, waiting for me to fill in my parts. He never lost his sense of humor, this child. Which is a thing to treasure, as he was the one to be the worse sick & the longest. Once feeling better, he got his head stuck in his shirt trying to take it off & accidentally flung himself down to the hard floor.... very hard. The next day he was suddenly sick again & not eating or drinking. Ahhh, this boy never catches a break!! I finally got some sips into him & yesterday realized he's teething his molars now! It's never one thing at a time, but fifty. My little Elsa was only sick for one evening, but so young, I almost had to take her to the pediatric emergency unit for dehydration, but came around eating at the end, just in time. As everyone is saying... 'oh, this is just the beginning, you'll be doing this for say... 18 to forever years!'
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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I haven't gotten around to posting my Christmas creations as of yet (I am not a good blogger). It wasn't as much as I'd hoped, I seem to always overestimate the time I have & underestimate the time things may take to complete... :(
But, as my 1st post of 2011 I am happy to give the results of a certain medical test. Most medical tests fill you up with nervousness, worry & antipation. Although there is one out there that can make you smile & bring thoughts of shopping.... perhaps redecorating a room.
But, as my 1st post of 2011 I am happy to give the results of a certain medical test. Most medical tests fill you up with nervousness, worry & antipation. Although there is one out there that can make you smile & bring thoughts of shopping.... perhaps redecorating a room.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Halloween! Super Why!
Yeah, for Halloween!!
So excited as my son can actually GO OUT trick-or-treating this year!!! Poo
r thing, his costume screams "mommy-made"!! ;) Luckily, it's strong enough to hold up one night & he's too young to know & the big one, at least I choose a costume for him of something he truly LOVES instead of just picking a random one off the rack!!
So I picked out Super Why! for him this year. He LOVES the show, from the very get-go when he first saw a television! Also, I did think how easy it would be... alternating lime green/blue short/long sleeve shirts & pants/shorts. I originally thought I'd cheat & buy a blank lime green T-shirt, but couldn't find one. So I bought a pattern for pajamas (bonus-I can actually make him pajamas too!) made lime green pants & a shirt. The shirt didn't turn out as great as I would have wanted & then my husband DID find a lime-green T-shirt at the craft store, so I did end up cheating later. Drew the logo on the shirt & back of the cape (made from remant, just like the lime green I found) & painted with fabric paint-blue, green, gold, glow-in-the-dark & glitter. Nice thing about the little ones is their small size; sometimes it is a pain making small things, but also you can grab a yard remnant at the store & it's so cheap!
Oh, I also forgot a picture of his Why-Writer plush that I made to go with it!! At least it's more of a "clothes-costume" so he won't get agitated & rip it off. the belt I made with a scrap I already had that
velcros together & the cape velcros to the shirt.. nice & easy!! I skipped out on the Super-Duper Computer... oh well. The mask was crocheted (forgot that in the picture too!), but I don't think he'll wear it. If I just got it on for 1 second to hope for a picture, I'll be VERY lucky!
So excited as my son can actually GO OUT trick-or-treating this year!!! Poo
r thing, his costume screams "mommy-made"!! ;) Luckily, it's strong enough to hold up one night & he's too young to know & the big one, at least I choose a costume for him of something he truly LOVES instead of just picking a random one off the rack!!So I picked out Super Why! for him this year. He LOVES the show, from the very get-go when he first saw a television! Also, I did think how easy it would be... alternating lime green/blue short/long sleeve shirts & pants/shorts. I originally thought I'd cheat & buy a blank lime green T-shirt, but couldn't find one. So I bought a pattern for pajamas (bonus-I can actually make him pajamas too!) made lime green pants & a shirt. The shirt didn't turn out as great as I would have wanted & then my husband DID find a lime-green T-shirt at the craft store, so I did end up cheating later. Drew the logo on the shirt & back of the cape (made from remant, just like the lime green I found) & painted with fabric paint-blue, green, gold, glow-in-the-dark & glitter. Nice thing about the little ones is their small size; sometimes it is a pain making small things, but also you can grab a yard remnant at the store & it's so cheap!
Oh, I also forgot a picture of his Why-Writer plush that I made to go with it!! At least it's more of a "clothes-costume" so he won't get agitated & rip it off. the belt I made with a scrap I already had that
velcros together & the cape velcros to the shirt.. nice & easy!! I skipped out on the Super-Duper Computer... oh well. The mask was crocheted (forgot that in the picture too!), but I don't think he'll wear it. If I just got it on for 1 second to hope for a picture, I'll be VERY lucky!Happy Halloween to all!!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Fall??
Is it fall? The summer was a terrible 90-100 degree top of humidity wasteland inbetween the freezing air conditioning. I think we went 3-4 weeks of no rain until everything around died... now it's raining for days, I have socks & pants on & haven't suffered the freezing air conditioning for days!!!!! Did I mention I HATE air conditioning.. eventhough it is a necessity. Well, I know it is not really fall yet (the one week we get before a rapid turnover to snow), but it is SO nice to get a break. I feel like I have some energy now!!! Good, because I have so much to do.. with my father, husband, son, nephew & two neighbours (father & son on the SAME day) all have birthday's in the same two-week timespan in September. I am working on making a toddler chair for my son's FIRST birthday & it would be nice to finish my husband's afghan as he reminds me of it ALL the time, plus figure out what/if to design the cake. He would be so surprised as he says I never finish any of my projects (HE does NOT either, I would like to add)... but I have finished squares for my Ravelry group... 12" is a good size project... LOL!
It is so nice to have all these birthdays coming up... Sunday was the anniverary of my mother's death, I can't believe it has been 22 years. Sometimes it feels like 1 week, others 100 years. She has missed everything important in my life. For some reason it is always a day my sister & I never get around to calling/writing each other.
It is so nice to have all these birthdays coming up... Sunday was the anniverary of my mother's death, I can't believe it has been 22 years. Sometimes it feels like 1 week, others 100 years. She has missed everything important in my life. For some reason it is always a day my sister & I never get around to calling/writing each other.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Forever Bath Mat
I've been trying to work on this bath mat... I've been wanting to make a bath mat for quite awhile now, but my original pattern stitch just wasn't working. I never had the time to focus on making it work & would get pulled away mid-row, mid-stitch.. so by the time I came back I'd be lost. I gave up on that & now trying a new method. Which, I really like how it's going to turn out... but I'm making my own pattern as I go (which I've never done), on a project I have never done anything like before... so yeah, I'm ripping it out for the second time. It's really not too bad each time, but I'm being picky & making it more somewhat more difficult than it has to be.. I WILL GET A BATH MAT!!! *sigh* As long as I don't get bored with it & fall head first into a new project in the meantime!! Hahaha.
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