Reincarnated As A Mother

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Small But Mighty

I am one lucky girl.
First off, years and years ago when I was still in college,
I happened to meet a man who would have a huge impact on my life--
a man who would serve as my mentor and become a dear, dear friend.
Meet David Glodt.
When I met him, he was the Los Angeles Bureau Chief for ABC News,
then he went on to oversee Europe (based in London) and then the weekend
news- including the David Brinkley Show.
I spent several Sundays in the Green Room and the studio
with David- and David Brinkley, Sam Donaldson, George Will
and Cokie Roberts.  
I never made a career move in my television career without
first consulting David.
As I said I was lucky and spoiled to have him in my corner.
And who'd ever think he would make a yearly trek to Boise on business
and I'd get to see him here.
We celebrated Reese's first double digit birthday Monday night-
with a night out for dinner and then lots of presents.
 A few highlights:  this sweet hand knitted mermaid blanket
from Greer and Holland....
 this vintage Nancy Drew collector's book (Reese
adores Nancy Drew books)...
 and of course, what is fast becoming a tradition by our Greer girl--
a "candy cake".
I still can't believe my little Reese is the big ten.
She's about the size of a 6 year old-- but sure packs
a punch when it comes to personality and spunk.
We have probably told her too many times "small but mighty".
She sure is....

Sunday, July 17, 2016

So Long, Farewell.

Guess who lost his front tooth?
Yep, the boy.  We have no idea where it went--
but we are smart enough to show the gap
while he's sleeping -- I do value those fingers.
He is such a comedian.  When I told him 
the girls were coming home from being away at camp for a week--
he said-- "No, no sisters."
Clearly, he enjoyed being an only child.
 The girls each came off the bus with big smiles.
 You should have heard them on the way home-- all trying
to talk at once.
 They spent the week at Camp Rainbow Gold's Siblings Camp.
About a hundred kids went-- all with brothers and sisters
who are fighting or have fought cancer.
I can't even begin to explain how much this means to my girls,
how much it means to be with others who understand exactly
what it is like to watch a sibling suffer so much.
 Camp Rainbow Gold understands that when a child
is diagnosed, the entire family is diagnosed.  And they
set out to make sure the "shoved aside" siblings are
treated like royalty.
I know my girls adore everything about camp, especially
their friends.
 I'm sure that's the one thing they don't like about camp-
saying goodbye.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

And They Are Off.....

We live on one speed at our house:  whirlwind.
Our company that stayed with us for ten days flew home
on Saturday morning.
Man, oh man, was it ever quiet.
We picked Greer and Holland up from church Girl's Camp
Saturday night.
It sounds like they had a blast.
One of the leaders sent me a couple of pictures of Holland
with her friends.  (Sorry, none of Greer).
 They got home exhausted and with bags full of dirty clothes.
 We hurried and washed everything...
and then packed it all again.
First thing this morning, the three girls
loaded up and checked in to go to Camp Rainbow Gold's
Siblings Cancer camp.
 Each of them had to have a thorough check over--
temperature, blood pressure, 
 and don't forget- lice and Athlete's Foot check.
Reese is the only one who wouldn't kill me for putting
on a picture of this.
 It was reunion time for the girls-- seeing some of their
dearest friends from camp before.
We are pretty sure this is one of their favorite times of the year.
Camp Rainbow Gold is magical and wonderful and, and, and....

 We all looked like drowned rats by the time they loaded onto the buses.
We have a week of having an only child at home
and they will have a week of heaven.
Win, win.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Safe and Sound

We are cramming in the fun people.  Cramming it in.
We spent the long weekend up at the cabin at Lake Cascade
with our friends, the Cluff's.  Mitch is Byron's best friend
from our days in Arizona.
 We had a lot of bumming around time... and Greer's traditional
Bingo (complete with dollar store prizes).
On Saturday, we took a ride up the mountain for a hike into Blue Lake.
 These pictures don't do it justice.
It looked a bit like Switzerland-- lush and green.
 Greer and Elizabeth (Cluff) were my hiking companions.
We went one way, while the rest of the gang went the other
way around the lake.
 And guess where we met up?
A snowbank in July!
 Of course, my crazy crew turned it into a ski competition.
We had a great afternoon, in a beautiful place...
 that is... until Holland and Greer shattered the peace
with their snowball fight.
 And Kean scratched his dad's face up with his fingernails.
Ug.  We can't figure out why he does this every once in a  while.
But poor Byron, he looks like Frankenstein currently - with
a jagged, bloody cut down his cheek.
Kean felt guilty enough, he moped all the way out for the hike.
 Days later, Byron still has a kink in his neck from
the lopsided kid.
The Cluff's headed back to our home for the 4th, while we
stayed up and went boating on the Lake with our good friend
and neighbor, Tony Brown.  The girls were all over
his tube-- even Kean got out and loved it.
Of course, after the great phone incident of 2016
(where Kean tossed my phone into Lake Perkins),
my phone stayed at the cabin.
Safe and sound.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Another Freaky Thing

It's not that I hold my breath for every one of these
cancer screenings/follow-ups.
But I kinda  do.
We went back to the hospital yesterday.
I have to put a long sleeve shirt on Kean for
these days after I numb up his arms for blood draws.
Otherwise, he'll just pull the wrapping right off
and not have "sleepy" arms.
He was so funny, when it came time for his
"vampire draws" (as we so lovingly call them),
he pulled his shirt up to expose his chest for the nurse.
Now that his port is gone, he finally gets it.
Go figure!
 We had a lot of waiting time...
 Evidently, Kean's doc, Dr. Camilo had a very
complicated patient right before us.
We know what that's like-- so we gladly waited our turn.
 And we had the hospital's secret weapon-- Miss Jen.
 Her job is to play with the kids- and play -- or dance --
she does.  Kean loves her.  Heck, we all do!
 Kean's counts look good.
I wasn't sure they would, he's been sick an
awful lot over the past two months.
But he is plugging along.
There is a couple of discolored bumps on his spine 
we are watching.
One has been there for over a month.
The other, popped up the week.
 I told Dr. Camilo, we cancer moms are
ruined human beings.  Anything strange
pops up, and we fear the worst, that cancer
has invaded our lives again.
He doesn't think it is a tumor.  It is too
squishy and fleshy (and Kean doesn't wince).
So chalk it up to another freaky thing
to add to our long list of freaky things.
You'd think by now I'd be used to this stuff.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Almost Famous

Does it make us famous if we hang out with someone who is?
We had a great weekend-- Andy Grammer was in town
to perform at the Boise Music Festival.
 Andy was our headliner last year for our Baldapalooza
(children's cancer fundraiser).  He agreed to meet with us
this weekend-- and we got to have breakfast with his Tour
Manager the day before.
That's Angie, our Baldapalooza Executive Director with
Welshie (Andy's Tour Manager) at the festival on Saturday.
 For some reason, he was charmed by we three girls
(Angie, myself and Calene- one of our main volunteers).
We stayed (in the heat) and listened to Andy wow
the crowd.
I, especially enjoyed relaxing and listening to Andy--
last year, I was running around and answering questions
for about a third of his performance.
 So this was quite the treat--  he puts on a fantastic show.
 Oh, and Monday morning brought some big changes to our routine.
Kean started Extended School Year today--
(I think it is a version of Summer School for those who really need it).
 It was kinda strange for the girls and I to push him down
to the ol' bus stop.  He rode his little therapy bike.
 I'm not sure he could figure out what was going on--
new bus, new bus driver, aid, school, teacher
and classmates.
He is such a creature of habit, I'm sure today
was quite discombobulating.
This was one of those times I really, really wish he 
could talk more than he does!

Sunday, June 19, 2016

"A Nice, Normal Family"

We have this plaque by our back door that says "Remember, 
as far as everyone knows, we're a nice, normal family".
Clearly, this picture needs to be framed and placed right next to it!
 This is from last weekend at our cancer retreat to
Camp Rainbow Gold's Family camp.
Everyone dressed up for the big dance--
and I know, I know, Byron and I went a bit overboard.
But it's been soooo long since we cut loose.
 Our dearest friend, Jason Hosick who runs the camps
 (we call him the Pied Piper)
took these photos.
Remember, all my pictures are at the bottom 
of Lake Perkins!
 What a treat to get these sent to me tonight.
And especially this one-- it is my guy's birthday
(and Father's Day).
Sure love him.