Today after the Race for the Cure and getting a nap in, I finally felt strong enough to tackle Ab's room. I could not believe what she had dragged in there. She got a sand art kit from a doctor's visit and apparently wanted to redo her art work in the dark and there was sand EVERYWHERE! Thank goodness for the roomba! I got her room cleared out and two bags of clothes to freecycle. I freecycled her computer (which needed work and we have three other ones anyway) and also a three drawer toybox. I'm on a roll....
Ab's is kind of a tomboy and has an extensive dinosaur collection that we have put together over the last few years. For her birthday we ordered her a new dinosaur comoforter set and I found some dino sheets at Ross Dress for Less that look great. Tomorrow I will try to get curtains made and hung up and also get a bulletin board done and some posters on the wall. Maybe she will start going to sleep at night??? I can only dream. I'll post pictures when I am done...
Now to start on Junior's and DQ's rooms and I'll get them squared away probably right before we move!
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Race for the Cure
Today the 5 of us headed out bright and early before the sun came up to particpate in the Race for the Cure. We did the Lace Armstrong Livestrong Challenge last October in memory of my dad (while DH was deployed), but this one was just kind of a spur of the moment type of thing. The group of survivors was inspirational! The youngest was just 20 years old. The oldest had been a survivor for 41 years. Can you imagine? My Grandmother had breast cancer and has one of her breasts removed. This was really before reconstructive surgery, so she always had a pink bean bag type breast she would wear in her bra. I have one friend whose mother is now on her second battle with a different type of breast cancer than she already beat. Another friend's mother is in remission. THe amount of people I know with different types of cancers is scary. DH and I have been trying to work on our eating habits and get into shape. My worst fear is to not take care of my health and leave my children before they are ready. My dad passed away when I was 33, 6 months pregnant and DH was deployed. I was a wreck and still miss him every day...
Anyway, I got a little sidetracked. Make sure to do a breast self exam and tell your parents and children how much you love them and treasure them.....
Anyway, I got a little sidetracked. Make sure to do a breast self exam and tell your parents and children how much you love them and treasure them.....
Thursday, March 29, 2007
No orders and DQ update
DQ is fine. She came home with her arm in the sling, but all is well and you would never know that she got hurt. The sleeve of her shirt is torn though, but it just gives me one more thing to throw out and not have to move when we PCS!
DH still does not have orders. The lady told him that he might have had a change in his school date. He checked online and it still has the same date, so we are waiting to see. Of course she doesn't work on fridays. What the heck are we supposed to do? I had planned everything out...my mistake for thinking things wouldn't change.....and now there are hotel reservations for our vacation, people going with us on the vacation that are counting on us, acting camps are planned, and there is the possibility that we will have to move a month or two into the school year. That just doesn't fly! I don't like the public schools, which means that I need to pay now to reserve my children's spot in private school and could potentially lose a lot of money. Very frustrating. There is no chance of working something out with the school because there is a waiting list to get in, and if I don't put money down by April 2nd we are SOL. What to do???
Right now I just want to cry, but instead I am cleaning and tossing, doing mountains of laundry, have the roomba running and trying to figure out what to do next. Dh's company is out in the field as of tomorrow, and he is supposed to be on leave next week and then leaving for school by the weekend. Sometimes I really hate the army....
DH still does not have orders. The lady told him that he might have had a change in his school date. He checked online and it still has the same date, so we are waiting to see. Of course she doesn't work on fridays. What the heck are we supposed to do? I had planned everything out...my mistake for thinking things wouldn't change.....and now there are hotel reservations for our vacation, people going with us on the vacation that are counting on us, acting camps are planned, and there is the possibility that we will have to move a month or two into the school year. That just doesn't fly! I don't like the public schools, which means that I need to pay now to reserve my children's spot in private school and could potentially lose a lot of money. Very frustrating. There is no chance of working something out with the school because there is a waiting list to get in, and if I don't put money down by April 2nd we are SOL. What to do???
Right now I just want to cry, but instead I am cleaning and tossing, doing mountains of laundry, have the roomba running and trying to figure out what to do next. Dh's company is out in the field as of tomorrow, and he is supposed to be on leave next week and then leaving for school by the weekend. Sometimes I really hate the army....
Appendicitis and Drama Queens
Still waiting on the orders for hubby to go TDY. Hopefully today after lunch he can grab those and give me a little bit of peace of mind.
DQ (Drama Queen), our oldest, got her sleeve caught in the swing at school and they called and told me she needed medical attention. I am sure that was just a CYA statement. Hubby raced up there with her sling and ace bandage and that allowed her to keep the ice pack on and continue with school. The schools will send you home for anything these days. Not that I wouldn't go get my child from school if they needed it, but if she has a headache I don't think she needs the afternoon off. When I was in 8th grade, I was not feeling good one day and my mom was out of town, so my dad sent me to school. I kept going to the nurse complaining of pain and they would send me back to class. I remember my Home Ec teacher taking me there herself after I lay on the floor complaining while we were supposed to be eating our spaghetti. The nurse sent me back to class. Finally I started throwing up in Earth Science during the middle of a test. A friend got up to get me a paper towel and she got in trouble, and I ran out of the room. My teacher followed and told me to go to the nurse. Instead I went to lunch, where the nurse found me sitting with my friends doubled over in pain. I had been telling her for hours I was sick!
Anyway, I didn't have the number to my dad's office, so I had them call another school to get the phone number of his old secretary. She came and got me, then my dad showed up and took me home. He dropped me off at the house and then went back to work. I was dying!!! My mom eventually came home and told me if I was sick I needed to be in bed, not on her couch throwing up. I dragged myself to bed and then went to sleep for the night. The next day they got me up and told me to go to school. I refused as I was in more pain. They told me I would have to stay in bed and no tv. I agreed, and then I guess my mom felt bad and brought a little tv upstairs for me, and then everyone left. I managed to crawl to the bathroom once, but after that I stayed put. Later that evening after my mom took my sister to gymnastics, she returned home and did the rebound test, and then my mom and dad rushed me to the ER. I remember arriving there at 10:30 and being in surgery by 2:30. I had a ruptured appendix. I was in the hospital for a week, and my mom and dad were there every day with presents. Apparently having your appendix rupture can be hereditary. My dad and my grandfather both had theirs out at around 13 as well.
So the point of this story is, while I do believe my kids, I also know when they can make it through the rest of the school day. By tonight DQ will be wanting to do cartwheels with that arm.....
DQ (Drama Queen), our oldest, got her sleeve caught in the swing at school and they called and told me she needed medical attention. I am sure that was just a CYA statement. Hubby raced up there with her sling and ace bandage and that allowed her to keep the ice pack on and continue with school. The schools will send you home for anything these days. Not that I wouldn't go get my child from school if they needed it, but if she has a headache I don't think she needs the afternoon off. When I was in 8th grade, I was not feeling good one day and my mom was out of town, so my dad sent me to school. I kept going to the nurse complaining of pain and they would send me back to class. I remember my Home Ec teacher taking me there herself after I lay on the floor complaining while we were supposed to be eating our spaghetti. The nurse sent me back to class. Finally I started throwing up in Earth Science during the middle of a test. A friend got up to get me a paper towel and she got in trouble, and I ran out of the room. My teacher followed and told me to go to the nurse. Instead I went to lunch, where the nurse found me sitting with my friends doubled over in pain. I had been telling her for hours I was sick!
Anyway, I didn't have the number to my dad's office, so I had them call another school to get the phone number of his old secretary. She came and got me, then my dad showed up and took me home. He dropped me off at the house and then went back to work. I was dying!!! My mom eventually came home and told me if I was sick I needed to be in bed, not on her couch throwing up. I dragged myself to bed and then went to sleep for the night. The next day they got me up and told me to go to school. I refused as I was in more pain. They told me I would have to stay in bed and no tv. I agreed, and then I guess my mom felt bad and brought a little tv upstairs for me, and then everyone left. I managed to crawl to the bathroom once, but after that I stayed put. Later that evening after my mom took my sister to gymnastics, she returned home and did the rebound test, and then my mom and dad rushed me to the ER. I remember arriving there at 10:30 and being in surgery by 2:30. I had a ruptured appendix. I was in the hospital for a week, and my mom and dad were there every day with presents. Apparently having your appendix rupture can be hereditary. My dad and my grandfather both had theirs out at around 13 as well.
So the point of this story is, while I do believe my kids, I also know when they can make it through the rest of the school day. By tonight DQ will be wanting to do cartwheels with that arm.....
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Starting Projects.....
and never finishing them seems to be my motto these days. A lot of it is because Junior wants to be held almost all day long and who am I to say no to that? Nothing is better than cuddling up with your baby and taking a nap while it is raining outside. I have a couple ragged edge quilts that I need to make, some baby items I want to get sewn as well. There are several items that I want to make for family members in addition to everything that I want to get done for my own! I have scrapbooks to make, quilts to sew, knitting to do, some cross stitching and today I ordered some more flannel to make a ragged edge quilt. Never mind that I have two other ones...wait, make that three....that I haven't completed. I guess I better start cranking this stuff out before we move....as if I have nothing else to do!
Still Waiting
Hubby has not turned in his paperwork to the lady in charge of TDY orders. I am ready for him to have those orders in hand to know that he is leaving for recruiter school. I really wish it would hurry up and get here.....not because I want him gone for two months....but because I NEED to know where we are moving so I can plan! There are schools to think about, activities, gyms for me, Girl Scouts, sightseeing, etc. I am slowly sorting through things and getting rid of them so we won't be over our weight limit, but I really need him to make one more rank before we go so we have that extra 1,000 pounds!!! (Well and the money would be nice too!) Hopefully this week he will show up with orders in hand!
Happy Birthday Sweetie!
Today is our daughter's 6th birthday! Some days I wondered if I would make it past her second, she was such a handful! I love her immensely though, and I especially love her spirit. She is always on the go and has such wonderful ideas (and lots of not so wonderful ideas, but hey it is her birthday, so I won't dwell on those!). She was born weighing 9 lbs 9 oz (ouch!) on March 25th at 11 pm at Fort Lewis, Washington.
Yesterday her dad and sister went with the Girl Scouts to Medieval Times and today we are kicking back and will have presents and cake for the birthday girl. Junior and I spent yesterday shopping while the girls and Dad were gone, and we managed to find some great stuff for his room and also for the birthday girl. She absolutely loves dinosaurs, so we will be redoing her room with that theme, since Junior will one day grow into it. She also loves to work with polymer clay and that will be great to work on her gross motor and fine motor skills that are lacking. (PT starts Tuesday for her) Shouldn't every six year old get a pasta machine? I know she will love it though and will share with her sister, so I am hoping for a quiet afternoon of bead making.
Stay tuned for pictures!
Yesterday her dad and sister went with the Girl Scouts to Medieval Times and today we are kicking back and will have presents and cake for the birthday girl. Junior and I spent yesterday shopping while the girls and Dad were gone, and we managed to find some great stuff for his room and also for the birthday girl. She absolutely loves dinosaurs, so we will be redoing her room with that theme, since Junior will one day grow into it. She also loves to work with polymer clay and that will be great to work on her gross motor and fine motor skills that are lacking. (PT starts Tuesday for her) Shouldn't every six year old get a pasta machine? I know she will love it though and will share with her sister, so I am hoping for a quiet afternoon of bead making.
Stay tuned for pictures!
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