Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Superboy
Update
broken, detatched, fractured
remedy:
surgery
when:
next Thursday
recovery time:
minimum of one month
employer status:
agreeable/ flexible
our status:
relieved to have a plan, grateful there are options to fix it and it's not a problem at work, frustrated that it happened in the first place
I think that covers everything.
Happy Birthday Kimmy!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Isn't she lovely? She loves getting all dolled up. She is definately the queen of Narcissism. I found her fighting with her brother the other day in the bathroom, and she was kicking his butt for trying to look into the giant bathroom mirror at the same time she was looking at herself. She could only stand to gaze at her own beauty-not wanting it marred by others apparently because she was really beating him up over it. Of course, they both got into trouble for being in the bathroom without permission (they tend to get into too many things in there), and Ariel got punished for being mean. It was hilarious when I found out what they were fighting over. Good grief!
And then there is my beautiful baby boy who's not such a baby anymore. He was napping with his new favorite hat on. What a little sweetheart!
cat or kid?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Spring is here
The sunset was what had actually caught my eye at first, as I had a direct view of it- diagonally from my window where I sit in an armchair to peruse the internet or read leisurely.
The sun had become a bright orange spot behind the trees, and with it came the deepened blues and hues of pink, lavendar, and salmon. It was not a spectacular showcase as some nights are, but it was a peaceful setting, relaxing and enjoyable- a rhythmic sensation of calm watching the rays slip further away- much like listening to your most loved one's heart beat as you snuggle in close to them- expected and comforting.
I was hard pressed to capture the true colors of dusk, as cameras are sensitive to the light and shadows, compensating too much one way or the other, depending on angle and so forth. Add to that the fact that I have no filters to assist me in attempting to still God's palette selection, and this is the result.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Deal or no Deal
Friday, April 18, 2008
It's fun being crippled...
Darling Dustan
The next afternoon he got in to see the doctor and the doc wasn't happy with what he saw. He sent him to get X-rays and to see a specialist, which is where we went today. After a horrible experience with finding the place, we finally met the specialist- an hour and a half late... but at least he slipped us in.
He looked at the X-rays and decided that there might be a hairline fracture in the tibia- or not. He thought there was a possibility that it might just be X-ray 'noise' instead. Wasn't sure. He said that the only sure way to know about a fracture and if there was torn cartilidge was to do an MRI.
So, he then drained off 133cc of blood from his knee, and then we could finally see his kneecap again. He got Dustan a hinged knee brace to keep the knee from swelling, but allowing bending motion. We got an MRI scheduled for the earliest appt available-- which isn't until Wednesday. And then we can't get in to see the doctor until next Friday morning to read the MRI and to get recommendations as to what to do next. It could be surgery and/ or a cast. Easily 6 weeks of reduced activities- at the bare minimum he is to put no weight on it at all until they know what's wrong with it.
Regardless, since it is his right knee, this poses a problem with driving. And you all know he has an hour and a half commute one way each day to Baltimore. He is also on a 6 month probation period in which he has not sick leave nor vacation time off. So, he is currently working from home, but we have no idea how this will work long-term. Please pray that this won't pose a huge problem for him at work.
On the upside, he is feeling a lot better since the knee was drained and he has vicadin in him for the pain. Now he just has to deal with the new blister on his hands from the crutches, and doing stairs everyday to go to bed. Ah, well, if it's not one thing it's ALWAYS another, isn't it. *sigh* There's still a lot to be thankful for!
Monday, April 14, 2008
sleepy, sneaky kiddo
Scag Time
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Glorious Spring
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thunderstorm
Just as I was finishing up the last post, in rolled a thunderstorm. The wind picked up and the lightning flashed, followed by, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, thunder. Ariel came bursting out of her room, "Mom, I'm scared!" And just what are you scared of? I told her that it was just a lightning show that tried to make different shades of night and pictures with the shadows. Then she thought it was cool.
After returning for only a minute, she came running back out to me in excitement, but shut the door to her room behind her, leaving poor Nathaniel by himself in the dark room. He immediately screamed and starting balling and ran out of the room, so scared. Ah, my not-so-brave little boy. He wasn't convinced that it was cool to watch, and so, MawMaw came to the rescue and said they could sleep in her room for awhile and then she'd put them to bed later. You see, their room is on the back corner of the house, so it gets the wind and rain from both sides.
Now that I'm finishing up this post, the storm is almost passed, with the lightning far off in the distance and the thunder even further. The rain has stopped its' pouring on the earth, and the calm after the storm is here. But I can hear my babies chatting away in their sleepover. Good thing they had a nap today!?! Don't know about that one....
We have a problem....
So, I parked the car and out we went to traipse across the field to play on the playground. Nathaniel raced across, as fast as he could go, whilst Ariel lagged behind. She started fussing at me, and, exasperated, I turned around and asked her what the problem was. She crossed her arms and started sweetly to say, "Mom, there's just one, teensy, weensy, itsy, bitsy little problem here." Then, with a glare, a stomp of a foot and a punch to the ground with her fist, she emphatically declared, "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE PLAYGROUND!" It was so funny, I couldn't help but laugh at her, and off we went to run and play and enjoy the warm, humid Pennsylvania spring day.