Life is gritty, messy, chaotic and imperfect. I want to remember every moment of it!
It is never going to make sense, seeing my little’s become adults. Jordan has officially joined the ranks! The transition from teen to adult appeared smooth to me although he may tell a different story. Jordan has always seemed like a young/old man to me. I remember holding him only a couple of hours after his birth and looking […]
This super big cool aid grin is due to the fact that we thought we were returning to the hospital for yet another procedure but after the MD assessment we […]
Days seem so long in the hospital. It’s impossible to get a good nights sleep with the constant interruptions. I completely understand the medical staff have to do their jobs. I used to be the one waking people up for assessments. Understanding the need doesn’t help when we’re walking around like zombies through the day. Still I am blessed that […]
We have been preparing since May for the impending surgery to correct Tres scoliosis. Even though he has been through multiple orthopedic surgeries I have been dreading this one. He has been counting down the days. His back has been causing him so much pain, he could barely tolerate more than a few hours in his wheel chair. Per my […]
One of the IV medications given to Tres during his procedure is well known for causing people to be quite loopy as it wears off. At the suggestion of one of his doctors we started looking up funny over anesthetized kids on +YouTube. Soon everyone who visited had new suggestions of hilarious videos we just had to watch. The videos definitely helped pass […]
Just before surgery Day 3…visit from the sibs Day 3…snuggle time with mom and dad Yeah!! He is home! Tres hip procedure came much earlier than expected. His doctor’s office […]
One of the twins, Scooter, broke Tres leg the last week of May. I still can NOT believe it. Tres, Jordan, and the other million boys in our neighborhood were playing at the park across the street. Jordan runs in the house and says, “Tres is hurt.” I knew it was not good due to the moisture build up around […]
A Tribe Called Whitlock 