Thursday, January 31, 2008
J.T. wasn't quite sure if he wanted to share Evan with Abigail, but it all worked out....
The kids are already asking when he gets to come back to our house!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Yes, that's right. We are babysitting. Baby Evan came to our house today while his Mommy and Daddy are at work. Here's the boys, hanging out....
Monday, January 28, 2008
Andy and I decided to head out to the hills where a couple of our ranches are located. All of these pictures were taken at a ranch called Dublin Heights. This amount of snow is NOT a regular occurrence... probably only happens every few years. The weather was decent most the time we were there (probably about 36-38 degrees and not raining or snowing).
Our dogs haven't had much experience with snow before. They had a grand time playing in it. This is Patch (on the left) and Molly.
Okay now don't laugh, but here I am sitting on the 4wheeler (with Molly) all decked out in my raingear, rubber boots, hat and gloves. Andy said to me, "you look really good in green plastic!" Ha ha...
One more before we left...
Right as we were getting ready to head back to the truck, the dark clouds came in, the sun went away, and it started to snow. I was ready to go home.....
Sunday, January 27, 2008
They had a great time helping take care of him, give him a bottle, etc. I don't know if you can tell from the picture, but Evan has a little John Deere shirt on. J.T. loved that and had to get out all his John Deere shirts and show everyone.
Friday, January 25, 2008
He is home now and will go back to San Francisco for more testing next week. Sara said they are checking out a clinical trial of some sort. I will try to keep you all posted as I receive new information. Thanks again.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I was actually thinking about posting an update today, plus a friend asked me how he has been doing. Everyone thought things were going extremely well, even the doctors. He had a clear body scan in November and he just finished up his last round of chemo this month. He was supposed to start radiation pretty soon and then be done.
Sara called today and said that the cancer has come back. I am so sad and I can't imagine how his family is feeling. Things were looking so good for him. They are doing some more testing but the doctors aren't sure what they can do. Apparently this is a very aggressive form of cancer and the doctors were shocked at how well things were going... it did have the possibility of coming back. I just don't think they expected any of this, especially while he was receiving chemo.
Please keep Drake and his family in your prayers. He can use all the help he can get. Miracles do happen. Thank you so much. I will try to update when I hear more.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?" The nurse said,"When they get out of the accident stage." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my thirties , I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties , I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults." My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.
My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried." I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS (And also to your children. That's the fun part)
Andy is a much better teacher than I am. I was trying to help her and was running along side her. I wasn't holding on because she was doing so well riding. Stopping, well, that's another story. She's a little wiggly with the handle bars too, so she doesn't always go straight. Anyway, she was starting to run off the road and I couldn't stop her quick enough so she landed in some prickly weeds. Well if you know Abigail, she's *slightly* drama-queenish so it was close to the end of the world. Of course she didn't want to get back on the bike.... somehow Andy talked her into it. Here they come back towards our house. Can you see the not-so-happy look on her face? I guess I should leave the teaching to Andy....
J.T. was also outside trying to ride his bike. He is so used to pedaling his tricycle that this is a little more difficult, especially on the gravel.
On Sunday it rained so we haven't had another chance to get back out there. This week, hopefully, we will....
Sunday, January 20, 2008
This is quite a process... you need to put butter on, cut them up into pieces, and then dip them into the sticky syrup.
Then you get to take a bite....
Yep, it was good. Yep, it was messy!
The kids had a good time with this. Hannah's was a glass heart, Abigail's was a "S'mores" cowgirl, Connor's was a John Deere tractor, and J.T.'s was a "S'mores" cowboy. Maybe next year we will get this done before Christmas!
we were still here.
You probably can't even tell, but the one she lost is on the left side (her right side) next to the big, permanent tooth. She still has quite a few more to go though...
Here's Abigail holding her tooth fairy pillow. She hangs it on her door with the tooth in it, because we've convinced her that it's easier for the Tooth Fairy to find it there (rather than under her pillow).....
It's a good thing the Tooth Fairy came that night.....