No more Monkeys jumping on the bed

A three year old can teach us important lessons. Here are 3 in three days.

#1. Flash Gordon and Batman fight and then share pizza and cookies.
Don't you think every fight with a friend should end in Pizza and cookies, (ok beer too!)
This came from Josiah on Saturday while we babysat him.

#2. Everyone likes Trains, even Jesus.
This is a quote from Emery in daughter Jenny's blog.

#3. Jumping off beds are dangerous.
This comes from Joy, only she didn't say it. It is actually implied.

This morning while on the phone with Cameron, she said "Gotta go, I just heard a thump and a scream". Every mother's dread.

I am now infront of the computer after spending the better part of today juggling grandchildren, cell phones, cars and hospitals.

Final results. Joy jumped from the top of the ladder of her Loft Bed, hitting the metal pole leg on the way down with her left lebow.
Broke the Humurous bone just above the elbow joint. Broke off an actual chunk that floated away from the elbow area.



She now has 3 pins in her elbow.



The trip transfer from one hospital to the children's hospital in the Ambulance was entertaining. Joy kept telling the Paramedics about the movie Cinderella. Scene by Scene. This of course was under the influence of Morphine.
Surgery went fine and now she sleeps at the hospital overnight. In a split cast for 4 weeks then the pins will be removed.

Lesson. . . . .
NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON OR OFF THE BED!!

1964

School entrance regulations are getting tougher these days. Just to get into Kindergarten you need not only your inoculations but a urine test. YES you read that right.
Today was the appointment for Mary to get her “all clear” from the doctor so she could start Kindergarten at El Camino elementary. The instruction packet from the school said we were to bring a “specimen” with us to the appointment.

Really? REALLY!? You ever try to get a urine specimen from a shy 5 year old?

I tried several times this morning to get her to sit on the toilet while I held the baby food jar to catch the stream. No luck. It didn’t help that Lee (3 years old) and Cam (5 months old) kept vying for my attention during this delicate operation.

We had to get out the door to the appointment so I thought I would just bring the jar along with us, as we made our way to the Clinic, just in case her bladder would finally give out.

It was going to be a walking day, a nice August day. Good excercise and sunshine for everyone. I purposely scheduled a quick stop at Belinda’s house to provided another opportunity to try and catch the stream. making sure Mary drank lots of water on the way.
It really breaks my heart at the same time makes me chuckle. Mary was so mortified to have to pee in a jar. She was proud to be a Big Girl and have the bathroom as a private place for herself and now to find out that for the rest of her life she will be subjected to these indecencies for the sake of health. My chuckle came when she insisted that I wrap up the jar before anyone outside the bathroom could see the golden liquid.

It was another mile of walking beyond Belinda's place before we got to the Clinic. Pushing Cam’s stroller and having Lee and Mary complaining about the distance only made the waiting in the lobby that much worse. While Lee complained about the walking he sure had the energy to bounce off the chairs in the waiting room. Where does a 3 year old store that energy? No nap, nosugar cookies, no TV cartoons, how does he do it? And there was Mary quiet and afraid of the shots she knew she was going to get. Actually I don't blame her, not being a fan of needles myself.

Since I had to bring all 3 kids in the exam room with me it was nice to have a patient doctor and nurse. The doctor handled the shy Mary very well, Two shots in the arm and a quick lung & heart check up and we were back out the door walking the mile and a half home. It almost didn’t feel worth the trip. But now she is ready to start her academic life.
Will it be easier when it's Lee's turn or Cam's?



This is a Blog written as if my mother would have done it in 1964. The story is true. One thing is missing that puts it all in perspective. Mom is blind and could not drive me to the appointments. (think about trying to capture a specimen). Nor could she have someone watch my brother and sister. She was very proud of being a handicapped parent and wanted to show everyone that she could do the same things a sighted parent could do with only small adjustments.
I write this as a personal reflection to show my own daughters that parenthood is tough no matter the era or the disabilities. But it is also just as rewarding.

Leaf me alone

The household had a bit of a slowdown last week. Both Jerry and I had some medical issues that caused us not be able to complete normal household tasks. Thanks to the kids. . (Tammi & Jenny)I was driven to my appointment andwe got dinner handled on Friday.On Sunday Cameron & kids came over to handle the leaf accumilation issue in the front yard.
I couldn't do the lifting part but I could take pictures. And what fun it was. so many here, but you will enjoy them and there is a need to share with mommy so just sit back and enjoy.







Conflict resolution. . . ."Can I use the leaf Blower Mom?, No you aren't big enough yet."



Don't blow your sister over!









Of course mommy is left to do the trash can duty, the rest of the crew ran inside where Grandpa paid them for picking up leaves.

If Blogging were around

What if Blogging were around in 1966. I would have been 8 years old, my brother would be 6 and my little sister 3.
There would be blogs full of Jello, Miracle Whip and carrot recipies, the latest in crafty ideas to use up toilet paper and paper towel tubes. There would be political rants of what President Johnson was going to do about all those Civil Rights protests, let alone that hot spot in Asia that was brewing.
Doesn't seem to have changed much except now it is on a screen and not on paper in a magazine/newspaper.

My mother was a journalism major in college. She took her writing in a totally different direction after she got married and started raising 3 kids. I truly wish Blogging had been around for her to expereince and contribute to. Without a doubt she would have been popular.

Today I stumbled upon a Mommy blog (not that I was looking for it, it just popped up when I clicked Next Blog). The Meanest Mom has elements in it that remind me not only of how my mother wrote. But also what us kids used to do to her. This lady has one advantage over my mom, though, she can see. My mom was blind and still raised 3 sighted kids. Never the less, this blog is worth mentioning to all mom's and grandma's. She is short, concise and terribly humorist. I hope she continues.
And as I said before, not much has changed, the kids still get bored, they still kick each other's chairs and pull the old joke of "Want some seafood? . .HERE SEE FOOD!" with the mushed up remains of an egg salad sandwich dangling from the 6 year old's tongue.

And in honor of my mom. . .I think I will post a blog as if I were her in 1966.

Creativty drained

It is often the baine of an artist to lose the Creativty trail we may be following.
Such has been the last 3 months since coming back from Germany. My ideas are fleetings and my time is nil. I sew when I have to and veg most of the time.
It feels like a wasteland stretched out in front of me. I am forcing myself to complete small projects that have been hanging on for 2-4 years now.
like these pumpkins. Silly printed blocks that were on clearance some years back. I snagged them and started to embellised them to my style. Now I can stuff them and get stems on them.



One point of fun and pride are the grandsons. The fun of licking the beaters after cookie making. A Chocolate Emery and a Chocolate Josiah, cute memories made with little mess.





And then Kentucky and his goal of making it to his yellow belt in TaeKwando before he is 7 years old. He is almost there. Here he is taking the test for the yellow stripe. Serious and concentrating. He did very well. His natural ability to do sports is evident.




Now back to the needle.