In case you were wondering what raising a boy is like

January 25, 2008

“Mom.  MOM.  MOM.”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Dere’s bad guys.”

“Bad guys?”

“Yes.  Dere is bad guys in da house.”

“Oh no.  What’re you gonna do?  Are you gonna call Spiderman?”

“No.  Me will SHOOT dem.  Wif my big GUN.”

“Oh, okay.  Just don’t get any blood on the carpet.”

“Okay.  Me won’t.”

(Plastic, toy shotgun with “real” sounds:  Bang!  Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!  Bang!  Bang!)

“Me SHOT dem!”

“You did?”

“Yes.  Me shot dem wif my GUN!”  (Pause, then…)  “Oh no!  Is ANUDDER bad guy!”

Bang!  Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

“Me got him.”


If you haven’t seen this yet…

August 27, 2007

Here’s your chance:

“I laughed.  I cried.  It moved me.” — LadyBug

Her Mother’s Daughter

May 29, 2007

Drama Queen, mischievously:  Mom, you know what makes you such a great mom?

LadyBug, warily:  What’s that?

DQ, grinning:  A kid like me.

LB, giggling:  You know what makes you full of baloney?

DQ, checkmating:  A mom like you.

I’ll have the anxiety combo with a side of nervousness. And super-size that. *Updated*

January 30, 2007

Miss Attitude saw the ophthalmologist* today.  He did find some swelling in her optic nerves, especially on the left side.  He’s sending her for an MRI this Thursday, and then we’ll return to the ophthalmologist’s office next Thursday.  The MRI will – hopefully – rule out anything serious, things I don’t want to type here or even think about.

*Update: My sweet friend Miss Susie Fairchild suggested I let the internet know what time Miss Attitude will have her MRI, so that my internet friends can “pray her through it,”  a brilliant idea if ever there was one.  Miss Attitude’s MRI is scheduled for tomorrow (Thursday, 2/01) at 4:30 PM Central time.  Any prayers or good thoughts you send her way at that time are greatly appreciated.

Re-Updated to add this map for the time-zonally challenged (like myself).  Central time zone is the green area.  The blue area immediately to the east is the Eastern time zone, which is one hour ahead of Central time.  The red area immediately to the west is one hour behind.  The blue area on the far left is two hours behind.


The good news: the ophthalmologist said pseudotumor cerebri is fairly easy to treat, so I guess that diagnosis is the one to hope for, at this point.

More good news: the ophthalmologist was thoroughly impressed with and highly complimentary of our pediatrician.  He said most doctors who are not eye doctors would not have caught this.  We’ve always loved our pediatrician and had great confidence in him and in his abilities – all three of our kids have seen him since they were babies – but it was nice to hear another doctor confirm what we’ve known for years: that our pediatrician is – in the ophthalmologist’s words – “top notch.”

Thank you all so much for your prayers and good wishes.  I’m carrying them with me in my heart.  I hope you’ll keep it up for the next week or so, until we know for sure what’s going on with my sweet girl.

In other news, Deputy Dad and I celebrated a decade of parenthood today, as our Drama Queen turned ten years old.  She’s most definitely a tween-ager now…so silly and little girl one minute, so grown-up the next.  Before I had kids, I always thought I wanted boys – no girls.  Did I ever tell you that?  It stemmed from my horrible relationship with my own mother…I was just sure there was no way I could handle a daughter.  And then The Drama Queen came along.  And my, how she’s growing up.  She’s beautiful.  Intelligent.  Witty.  Sweet-hearted.  Loving.  Caring.  Strong.  Everything I never knew I wanted in a daughter.  I love her so much.

Thanks again, everyone, for your prayers and your kindness.  I’ll keep you posted, when we know more.

*Why didn’t you guys tell me I was spelling ophthalmologist wrong in that last entry?!  And, damn!  Have you ever in your life seen a word with a more complicated spelling??

For auld lang syne…

January 1, 2007

I once heard that (supposedly) whatever you’re doing at midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing all year long.  I certainly hope that’s not true.  Every last family member (in-laws included) is either suffering with or struggling to recover from a cold we all shared with each other in an overzealous display of holiday generosity.  You know, the Spirit of Giving and all that.

In spite of our present, germ-infested state and the fact that – between the sick kids, the medicine for the sick kids, and the work I missed because of the sick kids – we’re starting out the New Year both contagious and financially doomed, I still find myself oddly optimistic and hopeful.  Maybe it’s because I’m sitting here in my warm, comfortable home, listening to my new mp3 player Deputy Dad surprised me with for Christmas.  (Warning to grammar geeks (of which I am one): Make no attempt to diagram the previous sentence, especially that whole with for disaster.  Just make a mental note that it’s currently 1:40 AM, decide to forgive my grammatical transgressions, and move on.)  Maybe it’s because my beautiful children are sleeping peacefully in their warm beds, my sweetheart is lightly snoring in the recliner next to me, and the puppy is curled up asleep on the couch.  Maybe it’s just because we took down the Christmas tree today, so that project’s not staring me in the face anymore.

Or maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last several days being consciously thankful for every little thing, and that’s improving my outlook.

Whatever the reason, I find myself hoping for good things in 2007.

As for you, my Internet Friends, I hope for good things for you as well.  If 2006 was a rough year for you (and I know it was for some of my dearest blogging buddies), then I hope 2007 is much, much better.  And if 2006 was a good year for you, I hope 2007 is spectacular.

A dear friend reminded me recently how important Hope is.  I’m holding on to Hope.  For me.  For Susie.  For you.

Happy New Year, my Internet Friends.  May God bless you and those you love today and every day.

“Love is not consolation. It is light.” — Nietzsche

November 25, 2006

Even the smallest light permeates the darkness.

Last week, in the midst of my stressing and worrying, The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude unexpectedly surprised me with this keychain, purchased with their own money, and without my knowledge:


They called it an “early Thanksgiving present.”  I called it a flicker of light.

A time for thanks

November 23, 2006

SuperBoy awoke early this morning, so I brought him to bed with me.

Thank you, God, for morning snuggles with my son.

When we made our way out of bed and into the kitchen, The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude were getting their breakfast.

Thank you, God, for blessing my children with healthy, working bodies.

I worked in the kitchen, making pies and green bean casserole, cleaning up as I went.

Thank you, God, for running water, for electricity, for food and two good hands to prepare it.

As I was getting dressed, I could hear the kids fighting and yelling at each other and the puppy yelping.

Thank you, God, for Zoloft. 

We drove to Deputy Dad’s parents’ house for lunch.

Thank you, God, for our car, for our small town, for our family.

Throughout the day, I whispered prayers for Susie, for CircusKelli and her grandparents, for Kit as she recovers from surgery, and for Deputy Dad and his upcoming surgery.

Thank you, God, for my online friends, who make me laugh and cry daily.

The girls are spending the night with the in-laws tonight, and Deputy Dad and I are preparing to go to bed.

Thank you, God, for my warm bed and for the strong embrace of my sweet husband, the most caring and understanding man I know.

Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father
There is no shadow of turning with Thee
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

–from Great is Thy Faithfulness, lyrics by Thomas O. Chisolm

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  God bless you and those you love.