I thought maybe I'd break out the old laptop while baby is sleeping, Lily was just fed and Andi is watching my cartoon crush, Handy Manny. He took Aladin's place.
We went to South Dakota Monday and came home late Tuesday. I have the full details on Lily's blog so I won't go thru all that again. I will share with you all the cliff notes.
My faith in humanity was not restored. Getting on the plan Andrew told me not to stress because "not all people are a-holes". Well as a matter of fact, yes for the most part, they are. At least the two "gentlemen" we asked to trade seats with were. It just shows that being a realist and Andrew being an optimist, I have a more accurate look on the world than my dear sweet husband. But bless his heart for thinking the way he does.
Oliver ended up being an angel on our flight to Denver, which our seat mates didn't deserve, but he was. Then we had to fly to Sioux Falls and in our transit from one plane to the other I lost my flower. I know sounds a lot more sexy than it was. My shoe. My shoes my mom let me borrow, Taryn Rose shoes. Black flats with a cute flower on them. One flower fell off. No where to be found. So I was walking around looking rather silly.
Once we make it to the funeral home, heart break hits. We see the devastation that is called cancer. Hundreds flooded the funeral home to pay respect to a selfless woman.
We got to talk with family we hadn't seen in years. It was good to hug Andrew's uncle. In fact hug him several times. I wish my hug could erase pain, but it didn't. Someone should give me that superhero quality. Maybe I'd hug more often.
It was a tough trip and it was a fast trip. I don't ever want to travel with a 10 week old ever again. I guess I never will. Oliver will never be 10 weeks again and my husband is doing the selfless act of getting his nuts cut and we will never have a 10 week old ever again.
Did I mention when we got home we arrived in a different terminal, then we finally got our car we ran out of gas on the over pass and coasted into the off ramp. My dad was our knight and shining armour and Andrew and I didn't speak to each other for about 12 more hours.
Ahh such is life. Oh and did I mention our dog, Hailey, the old one, is having seizures? Yeah you know I was thinking to myself the other day, what can I add to my life list. Special needs child that requires nursing and heavy duty meds, check. A ornery 4 year old who refuses to nap and sucks every bit of energy out of me, check. A newborn who is only calm when held, cries in the car seat and refuses to relax in a swing, check. Hey how about a 12 year old dog who has arthritis and now seizures, check.
Sweet!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Call
If you've been around long enough you have experienced, the call.
It tends to be late at night or comes with the early morning dew. It can be expected or not. You hear the ring, you wake up and you say to yourself, no. Your stomach drops, your heart skips a beat and your mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton. You take a breath and you answer, the words pierce you like knives. "They are gone". You fumble with your words. You say what? when? seriously?... and to yourself why? You thank the caller whom all you want to do is reach through the phone and grab them, hug them, and say I am so sorry, but you don't. You say thanks and hang up. You sit there for a few minutes before the tears can catch up. You wake up your spouse and repeat what you just heard. "They are gone" and once those words escape your lips is when that lump goes to your throat, your chin trembles and the tears flow.
Your memories shoot back to the good times. Not to the cancer that destroyed a vibrant woman, you think of Mexico. Watching her laugh. Watching her parasail. Watch her as a mother, as a wife. You think of her and all she did for your family while you didn't think much of it. You think that there has never been a holiday that went by without a handmade card from her. How she spent so much time on those quilts for the girls Christmas 2007. You think of how life can be so unfair.
You stumble back to a light sleep and dream. Dream. Dream.
It wasn't my cell phone that rang, it wasn't my ears pierced with those words, it was Andrew. Unfortunately I have gotten two of those phone calls and know what my husband felt and my heart broke for his loss. Most of all my heart broke for his uncle and cousin. It was Andrew's aunt we lost and with that loss took a loving wife and mother and way too early. Her family had to watch this disgusting awful cancer take her away so slowly and I can't imagine their pain.
She was such an amazing,incredible woman whom we will all miss with a passion.
We will be heading to South Dakota next week to attend her services and be with family.
It tends to be late at night or comes with the early morning dew. It can be expected or not. You hear the ring, you wake up and you say to yourself, no. Your stomach drops, your heart skips a beat and your mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton. You take a breath and you answer, the words pierce you like knives. "They are gone". You fumble with your words. You say what? when? seriously?... and to yourself why? You thank the caller whom all you want to do is reach through the phone and grab them, hug them, and say I am so sorry, but you don't. You say thanks and hang up. You sit there for a few minutes before the tears can catch up. You wake up your spouse and repeat what you just heard. "They are gone" and once those words escape your lips is when that lump goes to your throat, your chin trembles and the tears flow.
Your memories shoot back to the good times. Not to the cancer that destroyed a vibrant woman, you think of Mexico. Watching her laugh. Watching her parasail. Watch her as a mother, as a wife. You think of her and all she did for your family while you didn't think much of it. You think that there has never been a holiday that went by without a handmade card from her. How she spent so much time on those quilts for the girls Christmas 2007. You think of how life can be so unfair.
You stumble back to a light sleep and dream. Dream. Dream.
It wasn't my cell phone that rang, it wasn't my ears pierced with those words, it was Andrew. Unfortunately I have gotten two of those phone calls and know what my husband felt and my heart broke for his loss. Most of all my heart broke for his uncle and cousin. It was Andrew's aunt we lost and with that loss took a loving wife and mother and way too early. Her family had to watch this disgusting awful cancer take her away so slowly and I can't imagine their pain.
She was such an amazing,incredible woman whom we will all miss with a passion.
We will be heading to South Dakota next week to attend her services and be with family.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Spunky Andi
Why do I need to think of something to say when I can just repeat what my 4 year old says...
Andi had a shirt on with a word on the back
Andi: This shirt says barbie dot com
Mom: No it doesn't
Andi: What does it say then?
Mom: Guess (as in the brand)
Andi: See I told you it said barbie dot com
Andi: Mommy
Mom: Yes
Andi: On my birthday when I turn 5 can it be a surprise party?
Mom: Sure
For financial reasons we had to pull Andi out of pre k so these are the conversations we have all. day. long.
Andi had a shirt on with a word on the back
Andi: This shirt says barbie dot com
Mom: No it doesn't
Andi: What does it say then?
Mom: Guess (as in the brand)
Andi: See I told you it said barbie dot com
Andi: Mommy
Mom: Yes
Andi: On my birthday when I turn 5 can it be a surprise party?
Mom: Sure
For financial reasons we had to pull Andi out of pre k so these are the conversations we have all. day. long.
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