Friday, July 31, 2009
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
Lilah today, age 2 years 9 months.
I don't know exactly how old my dad is in these pictures, but I'm guessing 8 - 10 years old. There's a definite resemblance, especially in the eyes.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I get sentimental on my kids' birthdays. Their babyhoods and childhoods just seem to be zipping by so quickly. I was going through some of Joey's baby pics today, looking for a few to post here, and I came across this one of his Grandma Peggy (Michael's mom) holding a sleeping Joey. I love this picture. She only got to see him a few times before she passed away a little over three years ago. I wish she could have known our kids.
So today that baby boy turned 7 years old. He's quite a kid: quirky, smarter than probably all of the rest of us in the family, adoring brother.
This morning he crawled into bed with us and snuggled up to me, and he was all arms and legs and elbows and knees. That baby softness and pudge is gone. He's a boy now. He hasn't called me "Mommy" in a year - like Kevin, he decided when he turned 6 that he was too old to call us Mommy and Daddy anymore. But I know a couple years from now I will look at pictures of him now and think "Gosh, he was such a baby . . ."
Happy Birthday, my boy. I love you with all of my heart.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Last night we ended up in the ER. Michael and I, that is (and Finn came along for the ride). Michael had a post-surgery setback. We were there until 2:00 a.m. On the upside, Alycia, our babysitter, has shown once again what a godsend she is. I called her a little before 11 p.m., knowing we had to go to the ER and not knowing what to do about a houseful of sleeping kids. She didn’t answer her phone, and I didn’t leave a message, but she must have checked her phone and saw that I had tried to call, because just a few minutes later, after I had awakened Kevin and told him that I had to take Dad to the ER and he was going to have to be in charge, Alycia called. No questions asked, she just said, “Do you need me? I’ll be right there.” I still cry when I think about it, how she just knows, and how she’s just there for us.
So we made the anxiety-filled drive to the ER, with Michael doubled over and moaning in pain, and we got there and it was standing room only. It was a freaking nightmare. First you have to wait your turn to fill out intake paperwork, then you have to wait your turn to be triaged, then you have to wait your turn to be seen. It was insane. We were told that there were some people there who had already been waiting for 3 hours. I made a stink and told then there was no way Michael could wait 3, or even 2, or even 1 hour to be seen. They ended up putting him in front of a lot of other people (sorry!), but we still ended up being there for close to 3 hours.
I feel so frustrated and discouraged. I think Michael and I both foolishly thought that by this time – 2+ weeks after surgery – he would be much more recuperated than he is. It’s been very difficult. I feel spread so thinly, and it feels like everyone in our house is being cheated in some way. Kevin has been helping out so much, and I feel bad about that. I feel bad that I haven’t done any fun summer activities with the kids, that so far, our summer has consisted of doctor appointments for Michael and therapy appointments for Finn. I’m finding myself asking for more and more help from Michael, which makes me feel bad too. Tomorrow is Joey’s birthday, and next week is Finn’s birthday, and I don’t have any plan for either, and I just feel like shit about it.
Is life ever going to be normal again?