No one said being a parent was easy. We have had a hard time getting Jessica to clean up after herself. Hannah I have no problems with. Jessica brought a book order home this week so I told her that she need to do choirs with out a fight the rest of the week so she could get a book. I have started reading Fly lady this week. (Thanks to my friend Melissa) So today I decide to teach the kids about the 5 minute room rescue. Hannah did a great job but Jessica well not so much. When their 5 minutes were up I told Hannah she did a great job then told Jessica she didn't do a very good job that she was just playing when she was supposed to be cleaning up and that she couldn't get a book. That broke her world apart. She threw all her pillows and blakets off her bed then stripped the sheets off. She finally got her matteress off the top buck of her bed. Jessica was struggling to get her matteress off the bed and her sweet 2 year old brother kept saying "I will help you Jess". I told him she was being a brat and didn't need any help with that. She moved her matteress to a corner on the floor and put the sheets back on and thought she was going to sleep there.
Mike had a talk with her and explainded that when he or I can't do something or if we don't have time to do something then we have to pay someone to do it for us. Mike made her pay him a dollar to put her matteress back on her bed. She was not happy about that and she still doesn't get a book. It broke Mike and I's heart as much as it did hers. Parenting is not easy but the goodtimes out weigh the bad ones.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
The start of something amazing!
December 6, 1997 my mom drove me to Wichita and dropped me off at Mike's house because he invited me to go to watch his brother in a wrestling tournament in Hays. We finished watching the Nebraska football game and them went to old Chicago to eat dinner and then we watch "I know what you did last summer." Then stayed up most of the night talking. You know your in love he your date falls asleep on your lap and your left watching a boring wrestling tournament where you don't know anyone wresting.
It was icy that night and it took us forever to get back to Medicine Lodge. I begged him to stay and not drive back to Wichita because I was worried it was to icy but the loyal committed man that he is told me he had to work the next day. He did make it home safe and 2 years later we were married. We have been married 10 1/2 years now and have an amazing life together.
It was icy that night and it took us forever to get back to Medicine Lodge. I begged him to stay and not drive back to Wichita because I was worried it was to icy but the loyal committed man that he is told me he had to work the next day. He did make it home safe and 2 years later we were married. We have been married 10 1/2 years now and have an amazing life together.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
We are different yet the same
This is not going to be a continue of my story, well maybe it is in a way. One of my pet peeves in life is people who are judgemental and impatient when we all make mistakes or have some type of disabilities.
My daughter and I went to a girl scout camp out and seeing all the differences in the girls and moms made me wonder why as human beings we are so quick to judge each other. These girls were all in second and third grade. There were a few girls there who stick out in my mind. First, two of the girl scout helpers seemed like they had some mental disability, but they played and interacted great with the little girl scouts and the little girls never question that the older girls were different. I was walking down the stairs behind another brownie girl scout and notice that she was going really slow and did not walk down the stairs "normal". She was walking down them like a toddler would both feet on one step the on the the next step the same way. When we got to the bottom she had a slight limp. I am not sure what was wrong with her and none of the other girls seemed to notice. My two girls will have challenges that are not the normal challenges in life.
My oldest was diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease last April. This is a thyroid disease at is easy to manage and extremely rare in children. Only one in 1,000 kids have this disease, but because her thyroid was over compensating for so long and her labs where coming back normal when something was really wrong it has caused her to be really tiny. Her 4 1/2 year old sister is almost as tall as she is, and she is 8 years old. You can tell in the picks that are posted. And this has also caused her brain to be fatigued and she struggles a lot in school and being able to focus. I am worried about this because I struggled in school because I missed so much school because of cancer and felt that I was not smart and felt left out alot. I just don't want her to be judge by her size or struggle to need more time to learn things.
My middle daughter was born with Strabismus, crossed eyes. We first tried to fix it with patching the eye 8 hours a day when she was 4 months old. By the time she was 7 months she had her first surgery and 2 weeks before her 1st birthday she had surgery #2. And in glassed just before she turned 2 Then her eyes started to "wonder and float up the the corner" so we when in for surgery #3. And here we are again a age 4 1/2 and we were patching 10 hrs. a day but have backed off because she showed improvement. We are trying to keep her out of the O.R. for a 4th time. We are not doing the surgeries because we want her eye to be perfect so no one will make fun of her we are doing to try and save her eyesight in her left eye.
I have spoke of 5 people who all have a different kind of challenge in their life yet this makes them all the same. We all have our strength and weaknesses. So next time you get upset at the waitress because she is not waiting on you as fast a you want or the car in front of you just cut you off. Think about some of your own faults. Maybe what they are doing is not intentional. I truly try to see the best in people. We should all accept one other no matter our difference of opinions on how to raise our children or which church we may or may not belong to, or if which school we send our kids to. It doesn't really matter as long as they are being taught love a kindness.
I am going to stop there because I could ramble about this all night and I don't feel this is one of my better post. Maybe I should just stick talking about my hubby and kids.
My daughter and I went to a girl scout camp out and seeing all the differences in the girls and moms made me wonder why as human beings we are so quick to judge each other. These girls were all in second and third grade. There were a few girls there who stick out in my mind. First, two of the girl scout helpers seemed like they had some mental disability, but they played and interacted great with the little girl scouts and the little girls never question that the older girls were different. I was walking down the stairs behind another brownie girl scout and notice that she was going really slow and did not walk down the stairs "normal". She was walking down them like a toddler would both feet on one step the on the the next step the same way. When we got to the bottom she had a slight limp. I am not sure what was wrong with her and none of the other girls seemed to notice. My two girls will have challenges that are not the normal challenges in life.
My oldest was diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease last April. This is a thyroid disease at is easy to manage and extremely rare in children. Only one in 1,000 kids have this disease, but because her thyroid was over compensating for so long and her labs where coming back normal when something was really wrong it has caused her to be really tiny. Her 4 1/2 year old sister is almost as tall as she is, and she is 8 years old. You can tell in the picks that are posted. And this has also caused her brain to be fatigued and she struggles a lot in school and being able to focus. I am worried about this because I struggled in school because I missed so much school because of cancer and felt that I was not smart and felt left out alot. I just don't want her to be judge by her size or struggle to need more time to learn things.
My middle daughter was born with Strabismus, crossed eyes. We first tried to fix it with patching the eye 8 hours a day when she was 4 months old. By the time she was 7 months she had her first surgery and 2 weeks before her 1st birthday she had surgery #2. And in glassed just before she turned 2 Then her eyes started to "wonder and float up the the corner" so we when in for surgery #3. And here we are again a age 4 1/2 and we were patching 10 hrs. a day but have backed off because she showed improvement. We are trying to keep her out of the O.R. for a 4th time. We are not doing the surgeries because we want her eye to be perfect so no one will make fun of her we are doing to try and save her eyesight in her left eye.
I have spoke of 5 people who all have a different kind of challenge in their life yet this makes them all the same. We all have our strength and weaknesses. So next time you get upset at the waitress because she is not waiting on you as fast a you want or the car in front of you just cut you off. Think about some of your own faults. Maybe what they are doing is not intentional. I truly try to see the best in people. We should all accept one other no matter our difference of opinions on how to raise our children or which church we may or may not belong to, or if which school we send our kids to. It doesn't really matter as long as they are being taught love a kindness.
I am going to stop there because I could ramble about this all night and I don't feel this is one of my better post. Maybe I should just stick talking about my hubby and kids.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Trying to not Jump around
I last left off with us not having any air conditioning or a oven that bake properly. I was think what to post tonight and wanted jump right to the story of Mike and I so I could get to talking about my pride and joy's. My kids, but realized they are a big part of who I am but they are not the only one's who have a part in my life.
I already talked about my parents so now I am going to talk about my brother. He is 6 years older then me and we got along great. I called him bubby or bubba up until he was in high school and finally started calling him Corey which was very strange to me. I didn't want his high school friends to hear me call him bubby. I remember making tents with fans and sheets. We called them Air Blow tents and I am going to introduce them to my kids this summer. Maybe we came up with this because of the lack of air conditioning and it is what kept us cool, we even slept in them. He would take me everywhere with him. He still live in our home town and we aren't as close as we use to be and I don't know why. He has 4 boys I will get to them some other time. I still would do anything for him though. Never thought blogging would make me cry but it has tonight.
Now if anyone would like to give me any advice on this one I would love it. I have a half sister and a half brother. My dad was married before he married my mom. I barley remember them. There is not a good relationship between them and my dad. I don't know the story as to why. I do remember my sister was going to get married and she wanted my dad to walk her down the aisle. I still remember going to JCPenny's to special order his suit. Well my dad never walked her down the aisle because her mom was made that she chose my dad instead of her step dad. My sisters mom thought he had been there more for her then my dad had been. It hurt my dad so much that we didn't even go to her wedding. I think I remember something about both of them walking her down the aisle but her mom didn't want that either. Now here is where I am up for some advice. I found both of them on facebook about a year ago and they are both "friend" I have not wrote them because there is some hatred toward my dad with my half brother. I feel that they accepted my friend request in not a bad thing but I am still nervous. I have nieces and nephews and my kids have who we have never met. My brother is out of state but my sister is in the state. I don't even know where I would start. I know my brother use to show us his break dancing and teach it to us as well. I remember my sister always being happy and excited to see us. I am going to leave it here. If anyone has some advice to what I should do please tell me. I know God is not good about telling us exactly what to do. He leads us but leave it us to us to do our free will, well I am going to pray that with this one it hits me like a brick wall but with much less pain.
I already talked about my parents so now I am going to talk about my brother. He is 6 years older then me and we got along great. I called him bubby or bubba up until he was in high school and finally started calling him Corey which was very strange to me. I didn't want his high school friends to hear me call him bubby. I remember making tents with fans and sheets. We called them Air Blow tents and I am going to introduce them to my kids this summer. Maybe we came up with this because of the lack of air conditioning and it is what kept us cool, we even slept in them. He would take me everywhere with him. He still live in our home town and we aren't as close as we use to be and I don't know why. He has 4 boys I will get to them some other time. I still would do anything for him though. Never thought blogging would make me cry but it has tonight.
Now if anyone would like to give me any advice on this one I would love it. I have a half sister and a half brother. My dad was married before he married my mom. I barley remember them. There is not a good relationship between them and my dad. I don't know the story as to why. I do remember my sister was going to get married and she wanted my dad to walk her down the aisle. I still remember going to JCPenny's to special order his suit. Well my dad never walked her down the aisle because her mom was made that she chose my dad instead of her step dad. My sisters mom thought he had been there more for her then my dad had been. It hurt my dad so much that we didn't even go to her wedding. I think I remember something about both of them walking her down the aisle but her mom didn't want that either. Now here is where I am up for some advice. I found both of them on facebook about a year ago and they are both "friend" I have not wrote them because there is some hatred toward my dad with my half brother. I feel that they accepted my friend request in not a bad thing but I am still nervous. I have nieces and nephews and my kids have who we have never met. My brother is out of state but my sister is in the state. I don't even know where I would start. I know my brother use to show us his break dancing and teach it to us as well. I remember my sister always being happy and excited to see us. I am going to leave it here. If anyone has some advice to what I should do please tell me. I know God is not good about telling us exactly what to do. He leads us but leave it us to us to do our free will, well I am going to pray that with this one it hits me like a brick wall but with much less pain.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
More of the Beggining
If I keep waking up at 4am I am going to have more time for this blog then I thought. I am wide awake and thought I might as well blog for today since all 3 of my precious kiddos are still asleep. I am not even sure what I want to get out of blogging. I really don't like to post my negative opions. I put all my faith into God and let him lead me and he has always taken care of me no matter what our goverment is doing to our country, or what rules the school/church has put in place that I may or may not like.
I could not get the whole beggining in one post so I am contunining it. I realized I didn't give a background on what Camp Hope is. It is a week long cancer camp for kids who have or who have had cancer. It is an amazing place where kids can go and everyone has some sort of scares from their cancer. I am not able to go back and volenteer much anymore because I have 3 young kids but I do hope to go back someday. Mike still goes and volenteers and is on the commity.
I also have amazing parents who have raised me and instilled in me that family and friends are the most important thing in my life. They did with little when I was going through cancer treatment to give my brother and I nice christmas' and birthday's. As I sit here blogging looking outside at the several inches of snow on the ground I am reminded of one winter when our heater broke and mom would turn the oven on at night to warm the house because they could not afford a new heater. The oven caught on fire one night and would not bake anymore. Mom could only cook in it on the pre heat setting. She never got a new one until we moved into her childhood home when I was 16. I remeber the little space heaters all over the house and they where not as safe as they are today. We got our heater fix thanks to the donations of our church but we had to give up an air conditoner. We had a window unit that only kept one room of the house cool then everyone else had fans in their rooms. Again we didn't get an air conditoner until we moved when I was 16. I am going to end there and contniue with more of my life story later. Please give feedback as to if this stuff is boring to read.
I could not get the whole beggining in one post so I am contunining it. I realized I didn't give a background on what Camp Hope is. It is a week long cancer camp for kids who have or who have had cancer. It is an amazing place where kids can go and everyone has some sort of scares from their cancer. I am not able to go back and volenteer much anymore because I have 3 young kids but I do hope to go back someday. Mike still goes and volenteers and is on the commity.
I also have amazing parents who have raised me and instilled in me that family and friends are the most important thing in my life. They did with little when I was going through cancer treatment to give my brother and I nice christmas' and birthday's. As I sit here blogging looking outside at the several inches of snow on the ground I am reminded of one winter when our heater broke and mom would turn the oven on at night to warm the house because they could not afford a new heater. The oven caught on fire one night and would not bake anymore. Mom could only cook in it on the pre heat setting. She never got a new one until we moved into her childhood home when I was 16. I remeber the little space heaters all over the house and they where not as safe as they are today. We got our heater fix thanks to the donations of our church but we had to give up an air conditoner. We had a window unit that only kept one room of the house cool then everyone else had fans in their rooms. Again we didn't get an air conditoner until we moved when I was 16. I am going to end there and contniue with more of my life story later. Please give feedback as to if this stuff is boring to read.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Beginning
For the last 6 months I have had these voices in my head fighting with eachother. One saying start blogging the other saying are you crazy you don't have time for that?! And we are very blessed and we have heathly children and uneventful live. And besides I am not creative enough to come up with a catchy title to a blog. Well last week I was thinking of my husband and how are love story began. And came up with "A Ray of Hope."
Now how our love story began. When I was 7 years old I was diagnosed with Leuekemia. My husband was also diagnosed with Leuekmia. At age 8 I started going to a camp called Camp Hope. This is where my title comes in. Mike also went to Camp Hope.
This is where we met and became friends that turned into a wonderful romance and wonderful life together. I always used to ask the qusetion as to why I got cancer but now I know. If I would have not been diagnosed with cancer I would not have the wonderfully blest life I do.
I God could not have blest me with a better family to a part of. And we are part of a wonderful church with wonderful friends. I will try to update as often as I can but like I said earlier our lives are pretty uneventful.
Now how our love story began. When I was 7 years old I was diagnosed with Leuekemia. My husband was also diagnosed with Leuekmia. At age 8 I started going to a camp called Camp Hope. This is where my title comes in. Mike also went to Camp Hope.
This is where we met and became friends that turned into a wonderful romance and wonderful life together. I always used to ask the qusetion as to why I got cancer but now I know. If I would have not been diagnosed with cancer I would not have the wonderfully blest life I do.
I God could not have blest me with a better family to a part of. And we are part of a wonderful church with wonderful friends. I will try to update as often as I can but like I said earlier our lives are pretty uneventful.
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