I took Kean yesterday and drove with my dad and brother up to Weiser, ID (about 1 hour and 45 minutes from my house) to attend a funeral. It was one of those funerals that your heart about breaks just to attend. My cousin's three year old little boy drowned in a swimming pool. They had a very private graveside service-- but a viewing and luncheon for friends and relatives. I honestly don't know how my cousin, her husband and children got through the day. Benjamin's casket was smaller than a toddler bed-- fire engine red. He was a darling child. Surrounded by colorful photographs, tonka trucks and flowers. I think every parent there put themselves in the place of those parents-- wondering how they'd handle the overwhelming grief. I can't begin to fathom it. All I know is I went home and held onto my three year old (and the others) a bit tighter last night.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Geez, we've had some pretty funky weather of late. It was nearly 100 degrees today (the hottest, by far, this year) and then tonight-- high winds, thunder, lightning (or as Reese calls it: flashening) and then rain. We were swimming and had to cut it short. A few nights ago, my mom and I went to the Idaho Shakespeare's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. My brother, Doug and his family were all with us. We took in a yummy dinner and picnicked before the big show. The version we saw was set in the 60's to the Beatles's music. It was fabulously fun. We all loved it-- and even though is smelled like rain and started blowing pretty good a few times-- we dodged the rain. Thanks mom, for the hot date!
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Saturday, June 26, 2010
I can't believe June is almost over. Every day has been run, run, run. We've been doing a ton of swimming at Grandpa Bodily's (Kean went for his first real dip the other day and loved it) and yesterday and today, the girls have been selling lemonade and cookies at a neighbor's garage sale. I just put Reese down for a nap. Get this-- and remember she's only 3-- she asked me if when she gets bigger, if, I'd teach her how to drive. I told her yes, but it will be a while until she's old enough. She literally gushed: "Oh, thank you mommy. I can't wait!" Pray tell me, what is a three year old doing obsessing about learning how to drive? She is truly 3 going on 18!
Kean's "comb over" is getting long enough, it's drooping into one of his eyes. And as much as I like the rakish, bad boy hair in the face look-- I'm leaning toward cutting it. I think it's time. So unless many of you have some strong feelings or valid arguments as to why I shouldn't do it-- speak or forever hold your peace!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
After last year's total loss, we finally got to go camping as a family! We had quite the motley crew, too. My parents, my brother, Doug's family, my cousin Jaylen and his family and my cousin, Brandon and his son. It was wonderful-- fabulous weather and a beautiful spot. Of course, Kean was so easy and so happy. My brother Doug is a master cook-- especially in the great outdoors. Byron makes a pretty darn cute junior chef.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
You'll probably find this interesting. The average Down Syndrome child does not get his teeth in until about 2 years of age. But Kean is acting like his teeth are coming in. He's biting and gumming on everything in sight--- from washcloths to his sister's hair.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
My, oh my. With school out, my schedule has gone out the window. We've been playing hard every day and now it's payback time. I've been up all night the past two nights. Both Reese and Kean have these awful coughs. So I'm back to doing middle of the night breathing treatments for Kean. I feel, today, like my head is full of wet, soggy sand. Gotta love motherhood.
Over the weekend, we went to the annual Eagle Fun Days Parade-- the best darn little parade in the country.
Besides throwing out candy and trinkets... and horses and clowns and old fashioned cars and... well you get the idea...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Kean earned his nap today! After two therapy sessions, he was one tired little pup. Pat came this morning and besides working his mouth -- she had him use a bouncy ball Greer had gotten for her birthday.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Remember that song? It's been going through my head all day. The whirlwind is winding down. Greer had a carnival and Holland had a poetry program yesterday. They both came home with a mountain of paper and school supplies. I need another house just to house the stuff. Yikes.
We went swimming and had a BBQ at Grandpa Bodily's with his grandkids to celebrate the end.
Reese was thrilled to "kick and paddle".
By the way, she asked me the other day if talking was "really good exercise"?
I started to say no, not really, when she jumped in to say:
"Oh, I know, what about biting. Is biting good exercise for your mouth?"
What do you say to this kid?
She's always wondering about something crazy.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
I hurt Kean last night. On accident.
I was opening a can of the formula (extra calories I add to breast milk), I was holding him and being so careful to keep him away.
When I went to throw the metal lid in the garbage, he must have whipped his hand around and sliced it on the edge in a split second.
I noticed blood a moment or two later when he started crying.
I had blood all over my shirt, my arm, the floor and him.
And then I couldn't get it (or my tears) to stop.
He sliced the pinkie of his right hand-- and it's a pretty good cut.
Byron came down and took over trying to get it to stop bleeding.
It finally stopped when we were getting ready to go to the emergency room.
His finger is soooo tiny, I have no idea how in the world anyone would ever get a stitch or two in it.
We put ointment on it and cut up a band-aid to fit his finger.
Meanwhile, my neighbors-- Grandpa and Grandma Bodily swooped in and took the three girls to "Old MacDonald's" while we dealt with the drama.
I'm still traumatized but Kean seems fine.
Oh, by the way, Reese announced tonight we are no longer to call her by the name of Reese.
Her new name is Elizabeth Rainbow.
We've already been corrected 4 times.
She's serious about this one.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
There's only a few more days left of school and so we are in warp speed-- attending this program and that. Holland's class put on a special afternoon for the moms. They kids sang songs, told stories and recited funny poetry.
But the highlight was when each of the kids read a letter they had composed especially for their moms. Here's Hollands (misspellings and all):
My mom is the best! She is awsome and kind. Mom you went through a lot of pain with Kean and being in the hospital for 71 days. Mom you are my sunshine. I love my mom. You are nice and kind. Thank you Mom for being my mother.