tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191961432012-01-14T06:52:39.631-08:00This weblog follows the everyday escapades of me (Kelly) and my family. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but probably always a little interesting. You can keep up with us here, and hopefully you'll see that no matter what happens in life.....it's always pretty wonderful!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.comBlogger2651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-67521270591173247372011-05-30T21:42:00.000-07:002011-05-30T22:56:23.602-07:00

Ok, so maybe the word "desperate" is a bit misleading...But let's be honest: I haven't had the easiest year with Michaela. In fact, this past year has been the most stressful she's had. Chief calls her health state, "Like balancing a dradel on fishing line."I'd say that's about right.Said "dradel" has caused me quite a bit of mental anguish, I guess you could say. I can't seem to get back in my

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-21985769813687708542011-04-09T20:42:00.000-07:002011-04-09T23:26:41.400-07:00

When I was in high school I took chemistry like everyone else did. Science was my strength, and the thought of actually manipulating things in the lab appealed to me. Our teacher was a man by the name of Currier. A short, skinny, curmudgeon of a man, Mr. Currier personified grumpy, but he knew his molecules. He quickly gained the nickname "Moody"...not "Mr. Moody" mind you, just plain "Moody"...

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Michaela and I have a nighttime routine. Thankfully, she’s not extremely attached to it, or nights out without me would be horrific. But when it’s a normal night, we do the same things to get her ready for bed. She’ll even remind me if I miss a step. Get undressed and into PJs. Pull down the cover of her bed. Arrange a wet pad for midnight accidents. She gets halfway into the bed, and won’t lay

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-32603640841849027742011-02-26T12:32:00.000-08:002011-02-26T14:52:11.445-08:00

Oh, if it's not one thing...For the record, I have always been very thankful for the health of my children. I have 5 extremely healthy children, who rarely even get colds. To date, Noah is STILL the only child to ever have an ear infection in his life---and it happened only one time, at that. Can you believe that? How many classrooms of children could claim 4 out of 5 haven't had a simple ear

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I was reading a commentary tonight by someone who is known to be an incredibly deep thinker. Those who know me, would say the same about me as well. I tend to think to a fault. Analyzing the ins and outs of this, that, and the other; without any prejudice for the importance of the matter. I am just as likely to think deeply about folding laundry as I am about the meaning of life.And the questions

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Sometimes we like to count...Sometimes, we like to color......in the lines.And sometimes, we're just happy to be happy.

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It is Well... ...with Michaela. She is doing EXCEPTIONAL. I can see her again. I can see her. Her eyes are bright again. Her face lights up and her smile is genuine. She talks with clarity. Civil clarity. Her mind is clear. She is back. The issues we are currently dealing with, pale in comparison to what we saw in the hospital. It took some time, but she pulled out of that zombie-like

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Have you ever found something that you think is so clever, or makes your life easier, or even just takes a load off your mind?Sure you have. We all have.I did again recently, as well. And actually, to be honest, it didn't just make my life easier, or give me some peace of mind, or even strike me as really ingenious.It did all three.For years now, I have been wanting to have a way to communicate

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-45727701191725874162011-01-11T21:49:00.000-08:002011-01-11T23:34:55.110-08:00

Well, Monday has come and gone: the day we were supposed to be discharged out of the EMU and either into Chief's care or to home, depending on if the psychosis came back.Today is Tuesday, and we're still here.Partially because the weather has been so horrible. The various staff members: nurses, doctors, techs, support staff were all finding vacant rooms to sleep in and pulling double shifts.

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It's been a month since I updated. A long, boring, frustrating month. As you know from my last note, Michaela has been living in Children's Hospital's psychiatric unit. And if you know me at all, then you know that her being there--away from me--was a challenge. I could say a lot about that, but I won't go into much detail. Suffice it to say, there was little to no useful communication with me

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Michaela’s psych med was increased on the 20th of November. Because of her recent history with EVERY drug change (how she crashes after a few days), Chief and I agreed that it would be best if she wasn’t discharged until we gave that change a good week to show it’s true colors: either good or bad. And since the 7 day mark fell on a Saturday, and he was going to be the Attending the following

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Day 4 of Chief's rotation on service, and we're back to square one: nothing. The redo of the Thyroid levels came back normal.The redo of the ANA panel (Lupus) came back negative.The spinal tap came back negative.Vit A and Folate deficiency tests: normal.Plenty other miscellaneous tests: normal. There are still some other Vitamin deficiency tests we're waiting on. Maybe they'll be back tomorrow.

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WHAT A DAY!!! Of course it all starts with morning rounds. We (Aunt Becky Knox and I--she's been staying with me this week) got there before the neurology team. I was very anxious to see what Michaela was doing after my red flags from yesterday. She was sitting up in bed and eating. A very normal thing to do. Overall, she looked pretty good. Talked good, was eating ok. Again, nothing overly

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Wednesday morning I got to the hospital in time for the doctor's morning rounds. When I got there, before the doctors arrived, Michaela was awake and talking. She had rediscovered the rubber duckies that the EEG techs gave her (2 in each hand, mind you!), and was very alert. Overall, she looked awesome, and when I looked at the EEG, it looked really good too. But I was curious to see what her

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***I worked on this late Monday night, and it turned into Tuesday, so keep that in mind as you read. This info is really in regards to Sunday and Monday**** An interesting day, that really started yesterday.... Yesterday morning, Boo was really sluggish. She was herself, so to speak, but just kinda lethargic and droopy. I got her up and dressed and eating pretty early. She pottied. She got to

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-57103092488582303792010-10-30T09:20:00.000-07:002010-11-12T12:49:19.959-08:00

Wow....life's been somewhat hectic since the last time I posted. Where to start? Well, the new "Cube" room has been a real blessing....just so nice. I didn't really think I would like it that much--being away from her and all--but it has been nice to escape from time to time. The funny thing about it, is that between me and the day and night nurses, we are all named "Kelly," and of course, there

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-62073385645563447492010-10-27T21:17:00.000-07:002010-11-12T12:50:46.167-08:00

Last night was unbelievably difficult. If you saw any of my updates on Facebook from the middle of the night, you could probably tell. In a 24-hour period, she slept 4 hours, from 6-10pm. Once she woke up at 10 (ready to beat the band), I waited to see if she would calm down and settle down again. It was stormy with tornado weather, and very dark, so all the cues for her body to go to sleep were

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-90022353437765004272008-11-12T05:39:00.000-08:002008-11-12T05:53:06.172-08:00

Just wanted to let you both know how much Chris, the kids, and I appreciate all your years of service and especially the times you put yourselves in harms way for OUR sake.It's because of you that we are able to own our own home.It's because of you that we are able to homeschool.It's because of you that we are able to worship however we wish.It's because of you that we can seek out the best

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Tomorrow is payday.Which means today is the leanest of all days--food wise. No big deal. You know how it is: right before you need to do a big shopping, you just don't seem to have anything that fits right for a decent meal.That's what I was dealing with tonight. Had a bit of this and a little of that. Seemed to have too much of "yuck," and not enough "yum." I WAS fairly confident, however, that

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From time to time, people will say something to me along the lines of:"I'm sure none of us know what you deal with when you're all alone."And of course, that's mostly true, because....well....I'm all alone when I'm going through it. Even if Chris is there and it's dark at night or something, I mainly keep my thoughts to myself. There's no sense and being all doom and gloom all the time. What's

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8 days+7 people+Outdoor living=More stink than you could think!(If I seem to be missing for a while, just look for me in Mt. Washmore!)

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Ok, so I have an excuse....I really DO!!!Uh, I uh, uhhhhh.....Ok, I'm WEAK. WEAK! I tell my kids ALL the time, "No," "No, we won't get that." "No, I don't have money to buy that." "No, you don't need any candy." And so on and so on and so forth.And I've said about this before...NO. Probably close to a hundred times.But I was caught at a weak moment.....A TERRIBLY weak moment......sigh.And now I'm

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-62714751015474114682008-09-19T12:34:00.001-07:002008-09-19T12:42:57.512-07:00

4 GenerationsMy dear friend Renee lost her grandmother yesterday. I can't tell you how old she was, but her health had been failing for quite some time. We know because of how she lived her life that she is at peace and rest now. Seeing her again will be like seeing her after a long night's sleep--the sun will be shining and everything will be beautiful. So, until then.....goodnight Granny....

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We have taken our kids on many trips over the years. From the time we had just one child until now with six, we've always gone somewhere or done something that required packing. Mostly, our trips have been camping, but every now and again we've gone to visit relatives too.Either way, I've got packing down to a science these days. It doesn't make it any less time consuming (or even chaotic at

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-50558953797202418492008-09-16T00:01:00.000-07:002008-09-15T21:35:10.067-07:00

Like I was saying:Remember how I was talking about how BAD I am with remembering dates? And I said that sometimes I only figure out I have an appointment BY CHANCE for the next day?Yeah, well.........I one-upped myself this time.Today I was rescheduling any appointments I have for next week while I be gone to TN. One was posted on my fridge for the 25th. Check. Rescheduled.The other was in my

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-59327671770390338442008-09-15T20:51:00.000-07:002008-09-15T21:26:58.114-07:00

This post has nothing to do with the size of my house.Although, the title would technically apply IF this post WERE about my house. We definitely live in a little house, and behind us lies a big patch of woods.But that's not the point.The point IS, is that I am feeling rather pioneer-ish this evening, hence the "Laura Ingalls Wilder" inspired title.I have decided to embark on our yearly excursion

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-9242318431143398912008-09-12T19:58:00.000-07:002008-09-12T20:14:18.185-07:00

Caleb was not allowed to do something he really wanted to do the other day. So he loafed all over the couch and he moaned and groaned a blue streak and then popped out this little gem:"Aaaaa, Aggghhhhhh, ARGGGHHHH! I NEED SOME ATTENTION!!!"Well, son? Don't be mincing words or anything!

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-49559471538675433702008-09-11T09:36:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:11:52.297-07:00

I forgot for the first half of the day, until I read Jeni's post.That's just WRONG.I didn't mean to. In fact, there are MANY days that I forget the date in general. Just ask my Mom about birthdays. For all my organizational prowess, dates simply elude me no matter what I do.It probably has to do with homeschooling and being a stay-at-home Mom. We don't really NEED to know the date and time,

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-33189134037671344662008-09-09T19:14:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:12:44.690-07:00

This is what my 9-yr-old, responsible, oldest son said to me late this afternoon as I was doing some stuff in my room.And sure enough, there WAS a burning type smell in the main part of the house---and a haze in the air when I came in the living room to see what he was talking about.My first thought was: Get out of the house. Get the kids out of the house!My second thought was: Now, THIS

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-16016577905545390852008-09-08T07:49:00.000-07:002008-09-08T08:49:19.367-07:00

So, no, I didn't fall off of it Liz!I'm still actively trying to lose weight, in case you're wondering. However, this past summer has been a killer for me to try to stick to anything. For 3 months, I did mostly nothing.But the good news is that I didn't put it back on.The month of May was just plain nutso. We have our annual Vacation Bible School at the end of May (when all the kids get out of

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-83239792667224159872008-09-07T15:00:00.000-07:002008-09-07T15:19:49.512-07:00

With Chris back in school full-time, and at a new job full-time, and studying full-time, and class on Saturdays.......well, you get the picture...there just isn't enough time to get some things done around the house. No big deal, really, but it CAN create some issues. Like when the grass is so high you can't find the car, or get the mail, and you lose your youngest child......well, you get the

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-90467011012764573332008-09-06T11:38:00.000-07:002008-09-06T12:38:28.878-07:00

Went yard sale-ing today. Didn't do too bad considering it was sprinkling early this morning. And the weird thing is that I didn't find too many sales in general, but the ones I caught were really good for me. I was especially psyched about a deep cast iron skillet (with lid!) that I found at an estate sale.The person who died was 101 years old.They KNEW how to use this thing, I tell ya!I've been

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-13964454381647690872008-09-05T08:07:00.000-07:002008-09-05T08:55:42.962-07:00

...always make me long for New England in the Fall.

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-64214930554662894332008-09-04T07:35:00.000-07:002008-09-04T08:05:51.106-07:00

Because I seriously wasn't into him too much before last night. I mean, he just has never seemed like a strong Republican candidate in any way. And really, he may NOT be still.However, I learned a few things about the man last night that makes me feel a little bit better about him.1. He has hard core governing experience.2. He's fought in wars. We're in a war. He'll know how to handle it (ie:

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-36989223869872723322008-09-04T00:01:00.000-07:002008-09-03T20:53:30.037-07:00

Next VP?Move over Hilary, here comes someone better!I'm pretty excited about Sarah Palin for GOP VP. Here's a few reasons why:-She's a woman. Enough said.-She has a family that she takes care of. A husband and 5 kids in fact.-She decided to continue a pregnancy even when she knew the child had Down Syndrome. Talk about living what we preach.-She's from Alaska--the state that will rid us of our

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-70850067850536929052008-09-03T08:21:00.001-07:002008-09-03T08:47:55.016-07:00

We had a really nice day on Labor Day. Chris had the day off, and we took the kids to the park. The park there has lots of different conglomerations of climbing spaces: stairs, ramps, bridges, and the like. This park also seems to fit a guy like Chris (who is 5'3" at BEST) just fine. It has incorporated all kinds of "mouse holes" for the kids to sneak through and squeeze through and generally

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-18261136015361706162008-05-21T08:20:00.000-07:002008-05-21T09:01:25.393-07:00

Oh yes, we're getting somewhere here.I'm now down 22 pounds!And with this new toy, I'm sure to lose more. My Mom and Dad got me the new Wii Fit for Mother's Day. It just came out today, and since I had some things to get at the store anyhow, well....I er, just picked up the Wii Fit while I was there...(Ok, so what if I HAVE been counting down the days?)Anyhow. Can you say cool? This thing is so

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THAT my dear reader, is how many Michaela got RIGHT on her Math-A-Thon quiz!Read it again.....WooHoo!MY girl did that!And she raised the most money for St. Jude in her entire school (grades K-8)! This isn't a strictly special needs school either. It's perhaps 50/50.Don't you just see the coolness in a special needs kid doing the BEST in a fund raiser for sick kids??Oh, I do. It's just brimming

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-48824970831761258002008-04-24T08:27:00.000-07:002008-04-24T10:52:03.448-07:00

Check this out:Michaela comes home the other day and plops her backpack down on the floor before beelining for the computer. I didn't think to look in the bag; maybe I was busy, maybe I was distracted. I try to check her bag everyday in case her teacher sent home some note or whatever. Either way, the bag was moved to it's rightful spot of sittage at some point, and I never looked in it.Until the

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-65085938596935076012008-04-09T09:34:00.001-07:002008-04-09T09:43:41.317-07:00

I know I know.You're sick of checking for an update, only to see those incredibly mouthwatering Cadbury Mini Creme Eggs there.And I am happy to say that I have only eaten 2 of them! That's right. Just TWO. One when I bought them, and one when I made my weight loss goal for March. Ya know, cuz I did so good and all.And really, a girl just needs some motivation every now and then.So anyhow. They're

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Ok, I am SOOOOO in trouble!Do you see this?Do you SEEEEEE this????Creme Eggs.....in miniature.......in a little miniature egg carton.......1 WEIGHT WATCHER POINT EACHOh, man, y'all, I am SOOOOOOO in trouble.........

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Michaela is thoroughly enjoying her spring vacation. Well, when she's not thinking about school, that is. In fact, every night, she makes me pray for her to have a good day at school "when it's time." She's dying to see "her friends" again.I must admit, I'm NOT dying for her to go back to school.I've enjoyed having her here this past week. Chris and I decided to take her off of one of her meds,

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-62914619641651952192008-03-19T08:58:00.000-07:002008-03-19T09:29:06.624-07:00

My friend Shawna and I both have children with severe epilepsy syndromes.Strangely enough, her son Cody and my Michaela also have another thing in common:Weird Toes.Case in Point:As you can see, the second toe sits higher on the foot than the other toes. This setup makes it look like the kids only have 4 toes if you look at the bottom of their feet. Michaela's feet have grown so that it's not as

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-60395290991705868662008-03-17T12:58:00.000-07:002008-03-17T13:03:49.104-07:00

Happy St. Paddy's Day! Erin go Bragh!

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There used to be a time when I would stress over little things more than I do now. I guess it comes with maturity, because I just don't let the proverbial "small stuff" bother me so much. In fact, I'm much more of a realist than I ever thought I could be. I can see more angles in that "big picture," and just take things one day at a time.And I can't say that I liked the fact that little mundane

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I've got a nice little system going here.In the middle of getting Michaela ready for school in the weeee hours of the morning (read: 6:30), I get Noah out of bed so he can start his classes. He, in turn, will get Gabe out of bed for me when he decides to wake up just minutes after I get Michaela on the bus and slip my last cold foot back into bed.For some reason, Gabe is some kind of weird freak

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I like Food. Yup. Definitely like lots of stuff about food. It's taste, it's texture, it's smell, it's ability to stop my stomach from grumbling. There's just not a whole lot you can dislike about food. Food is a very likeable substance.Unless you're on a diet.And THEN food is oftentimes the "enemy."But no more! I have learned that food and I can co-exist peacefully with my waistline still intact

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There's been a whole lotta growing up going on around here. The process tends to slow down once kids get to a certain age, but my 3 youngest are still hitting milestones and keeping things exciting in that department.Which, I'm thankful it's the 3 youngest, because I'm flat-out not ready for the kind of milestones my 3 oldest are going to throw my way in the not-too-distant future. Can I get an "

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-13804040445408947922008-02-20T07:03:00.000-08:002008-02-20T07:18:17.029-08:00

Chris has been neglecting the bird feeder lately (one of his "jobs" around the house), but in light of his current busy-ness, I let him off the hook.The birds, on the other hand, are really quite perturbed and have resorted to desperate measures.Namely, eating the cat's food.Here's our resident cardinal and his mate. They had been pilfering earlier, but didn't like the fact that I was trying to

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To Libby and Caleb, who are doing SPLENDIFEROUS in Kindergarten this year! Happy 100th school day!Only 70 more to go........

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So Chris is in college again. But many of you know that. What you may not know is that he's taking Calculus. He took this class 14 years ago, when he was in college the first time.And he didn't do so hot. I think he got a "D."Some would say (ie: Chris) that the reason he did so poorly was a combination of 3 reasons: he was goofing off in school, he had a bad professor, and he was dating me. Why I

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-16486379744476203382008-02-08T06:32:00.000-08:002008-02-08T08:30:47.936-08:00

Today is track separation/DVD making day.The day where I let Noah use my laptop for his video school, and I create DVDs of his classes for his school weeks to come. This is THE hardest part of my homeschooling week now, and I'm really not doing it justice by calling it hard. It's not hard at all. Time consuming, yes, but it's really not difficult in the least.We're now using the Bob Jones

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One of my close friends and I are in the middle of an all-out war. It's not pretty. Only one party will win, and the other will lose badly. Very badly.I intend to be the winning party.***To those who know me, and those who have read this blog for awhile, it's an obvious fact that I am overweight. To those who don't know this (especially since I don't post my picture on this site), let's just

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Not posting for such a long time has been interesting.One minute I would be laughing about something and saying, "You know, I oughta post about this!" The next, I'd be grateful that I didn't feel as though I HAD to post about that; to just be able to relish the moment, and move on without recording it.But I miss writing.A lot.***So much has happened in my life since September 25th. There's

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There are probably plenty of things that I could post here on the blog, but I haven't the time or the energy to do so.The muse has left me, so to speak.But more than that, Life right now is sort of hectic, with a side of stress. There are many things that others would post to their own blogs (if they had my life, that is), but I have made a conscious decision not to do so.There are some things

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I know I'm not posting very much, but I still took the time to submit to Pediatric Grand Round this week.See, because I can just send in a link of something I've already written. I don't have to actually post to submit! Ha!So go ahead....check it out. You'll probably learn something you didn't know before.....And knowing is half the battle :)

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Awwwwww.....Now that's a face.....err.....EYEBALLthat only a good friend could love!

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This morning when I woke up Michaela, she was singing this hymn from church:We have a hopeWithin our soulsBrighter than the perfect dayGod has given us His SpiritAnd we want the world to hear itAll our doubts are passed awayI'm not so sure why she had this one stuck in her mind. I don't believe we've sung it recently. It was kind of interesting how she started singing before she opened her eyes.

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It's been over a week since I last posted, and Jen was so kind as to give me the necessary hand-slap to get me back on course. After my last post, it's pretty cruel to not give an update. My apologies.But Asher is doing well.Like febrile seizures are want to do, they only come around during a high fever. And as most of you know, high fevers usually only come around during a sickness. Asher got

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-19445532027511215352007-08-04T18:50:00.000-07:002007-08-04T20:09:57.583-07:00

We didn't realize what was going on last night with Asher.It seemed like he would wake up crying every few hours. For no apparent reason. Very strange for him, seeing as how he sleeps through the night, and has continually since he was 1 month old. Every time we would go in there to see what was wrong, he would only say, "I want to see you Mama/Dada." We would tell him to go back to sleep, and he

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Well, Michaela has been on the Diazepam (Valium) for a little over a week now.Things are going......ok. Just OK. I'm pretty sure she's still sleeping instead of seizing through the night. I haven't heard a seizure yet. So that's good. But she's developed a pretty hyper alter ego during the day. More hyper than we've seen her in a long time. I'm sure it has to do with all the sleep she's getting

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-81685893165701923212007-07-21T19:35:00.000-07:002007-07-21T20:41:18.335-07:00

Michaela has officially started her new drug therapy.And I was wrong on my previous post. I told you that she was going on "Ativan," but it's Diazepam (or Valium, as it's commonly called) instead. Same stuff in a lot of ways. For our purposes, only difference is the name.On Thursday, we got to Children's at about 4. By 6 or so, she was hooked up to the vEEG (video electroencephalogram:

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-61262910438202446982007-07-11T18:24:00.000-07:002007-07-11T20:43:48.192-07:00

Some things that have been going on around here:-I finally FINALLY got the cabinet doors up in my kitchen. FINALLY. It looks so much cleaner now. Just makes us want to tackle other projects!BeforeAfter-Michaela is still asking to go to the potty. It doesn't happen every day, but every so often, she'll say something like, "We have to go." Which, translated, means, "I have to go...to the bathroom."

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There are children out there a WHOLE lot sicker than Michaela, and I make it a point to remind myself of that. It may sound weird, crazy, or even sick, but I spend time reading other blogs about sick children. Blogs about very sick children. Children who probably won't outlive Michaela, and who suffer many times more than she ever will. Many of them don't have anything like epilepsy. They have

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-9083499753956399102007-06-25T08:36:00.000-07:002007-06-25T09:02:43.070-07:00

It's almost too good to be true.The other day, I was going about my business and getting stuff done around the house, when I noticed that Michaela was in the bathroom.Now, just to let you know, Michaela almost NEVER goes into the bathroom of her own accord. I mean, not unless someone is in there, or if she's dragged in. She's technically in there every day, but it's only because she wants me (

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-2050611943994362852007-06-22T07:15:00.000-07:002007-06-22T07:27:59.976-07:00

Noah didn't make it. He has 7 chapters left.Unfortunately, his time management skills aren't up to par. He didn't space the chapters out properly and got bogged down. I tried to tell him, but he did it his own way.Actually, I'm kinda glad he didn't make it. When I went online to check out the tickets and times, I found out that they were asking WAY more than I was expecting to pay. The

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-48342785637869954552007-06-20T10:15:00.000-07:002007-06-20T12:07:38.247-07:00

Last night, Chris and I went out to eat with some of our best friends. They had been to the restaurant before, and had told us how much they liked it. When they said they were going again for the third time, we jumped on their bandwagon and crashed their party.It was well worth it!The place is new, and it's called "Chef's Table." Located in booming Jones Valley, this little restaurant packs a big

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It's so nice to have a child in the house who can read. Well, unless if you consider the fact that we can't spell things out in front of him anymore...Me: "Hey Chris....do you want me to pick up some I-C-E C-R-E-A-M at the store?"Noah: "Yeah! Get some strawberry!"Arggggggg.***Anyhow. So, Noah can read, and has been reading for a couple of years now. Unfortunately, he's like his mother, and

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-22482577595831233702007-06-11T09:23:00.000-07:002007-06-11T11:01:20.311-07:00

That's something Jeni always says, and I've sorta adopted it.Today, I had a "Me Likey!" experience.***Ever since I moved to Alabama, I've worked hard to balance my checking account every statement. For some unknown reason, I never could get it right when I lived in NH. It bothered me to no end; I would write out every transaction for 6 months by hand to find the errors, to no avail.Since we

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Bible School will be officially over tomorrow night. We'll be having a closing program at 7 PM, and once that's over, I'll be able to slow down for a little bit.Chris' birthday was yesterday, and because of Bible School and the fact that we had church last night, we didn't celebrate it yet. He's DYING to find out what I got him, especially since I've been rubbing it in for about 6 months now (

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-18136737858346115532007-06-04T20:22:00.000-07:002007-06-04T20:23:50.687-07:00

3o days dun wore me out.i need a break........stay tuned.......

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This is painfully obvious, doncha think? Throughout this entire 30 day blogfest, I haven't been able to keep up on weekends. The only reason I'm posting now (this being Saturday) is because I feel bad about missing Friday.But Friday's gone, and I can't get it back.Soon, I will be bouncing from one thing to the other: taking care of the children like I do everday, but on top of that, trying to

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-50673676224444206042007-05-31T20:34:00.000-07:002007-05-31T20:57:12.416-07:00

200 Things About Me:Just kidding!But this IS my 200th post. My "Bi-Centennial" if you will. Gosh, that seems like a lot of writing, huh?Let's see, what's the numbers on that?My first post was on November 21, 2005. So, 365 days to November 21, 2006. Then there were 40 more days in 2006, so that brings it up to 405 days. Then we add the 151 for 2007, and that brings the total to 556 days since I

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-23892016701686239122007-05-30T20:07:00.000-07:002007-05-30T20:28:57.915-07:00

My sons are fascinated with knives. One of their best friends got a pocketknife (purposely dulled, by the way) for Christmas, and ever since then, Chris and I haven't heard the end of it. Much ado about knives, and when they're going to get one, and why can't they have one, yadda yadda yadda.So tonight, Caleb says to us in the car, "[Friend] said he's going to make me a knife with his knife."To

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-78316454007921308642007-05-29T11:26:00.000-07:002007-05-29T11:33:59.795-07:00

I sat down to blog yesterday, but read my email instead. Then I read all of YOUR blogs. Then I forgot to post.Yesterday was Gabe's 5 month birthday. I got one picture of Asher that I was going to use, but I forgot to take pics of Gabe. Then he went to bed.Man, I'm Oh-for-Two!Perhaps I'll get on it later.....at least the pics, if nothing else! Hope y'all had a relaxing and enjoyable Memorial Day.

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I am like most Americans....Spoiled.We have it so good, that we often forget what it's like to have it bad.September 11th was a cruel reminder of what "bad" is. I don't intend to forget it ever again.Here's a slideshow type presentation, to help us remember why we have a day called Memorial Day. It wasn't our present war in Iraq that put this holiday on the calendar, but it was a war just like it

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Just a quick note to let everyone know that Michaela had a pretty good day today! She played with toys all day, revelling in this little item and that, making her masterpieces tirelessly.I also took her outside for a short time, because she wanted to swing. Yes, she swings very well when she's doing well. That didn't last long though, because her brothers and sister were playing around in the new

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Krispy Kreme doughnuts and sweet baby smilesMmmmm Mmmmmm

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The moment you've all been waiting for!Chief called this morning....***Me: Hello?Chief: Good morning!Me: Oh, hey Chief! How are you?Chief: Good. Good. Soooooo, her labs came back fine!Me: Oh yeah? (obviously disappointed)Chief: Yeah! Uh......that's good, right?Me: Well, yeah, but I was kinda hoping that they would show a reason for all these ups and downs....you know.Chief: Well, yeah (trying to

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-11341068659428340462007-05-23T06:16:00.000-07:002007-05-23T07:46:23.428-07:00

I don't like giving the wrong impression, so let me clarify.Dana commented the other day, about how "there's a power greater than Murphy." To which, I wholeheartedly agree. And Dana knows me personally and knew what I meant, but for those of you who don't, let me just say:Be it far from me to leave God out of the equation!I don't like to give the impression that I'm "flying solo, " or relying on

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Thank you to everyone for your kind words, phone calls, babysitting offers.....I can't say enough how much those little things are appreciated.***Boo's day today was similar to yesterday. I tube fed her this morning, but she was able to eat a McDonald's parfait for lunch. Then she ate dinner like normal.She barely talked this morning. Had a hard time walking. Wouldn't (couldn't?) go to the

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-66270369297695265322007-05-21T19:50:00.000-07:002007-05-21T20:34:02.395-07:00

The saga continues.....Boo continued to jabber for a good long while last night. I put her to bed around 8, hoping that she would crash after such a strenuous day. Usually, she crashes after a normal day. I was looking forward to the peace and quiet.It wasn't to be. Poor Boo couldn't stop talking even though she clearly wanted to. She called out to me endlessly. I tried to ignore her at first,

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Michaela has had a weird couple of days. Absence seizures up to whazoo. Then plenty of the Wham Bang grand mal types when she's sleeping. This can sometimes leave her brain in a state of perpetual......perpetual-ness. Repetition. Continuous continuing.Broken record syndrome.Yesterday, it was some strange arm flapping, air guitar-ish type movements. Constantly. Over and over. And she seemed to

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-559907230473929312007-05-19T19:56:00.000-07:002007-05-19T19:15:15.401-07:00

Beautiful Saturday.Took the kids out yard sale-ing.Kids got hungry.Went to McDonald's.Treated them all to Happy Meals.5 stupid, dinky toys.Cheap plastic donkeys that all say: "Shrek!", "Are we there yet?", "Peek-a-Boo!"Over, and over, and over, and over, and over, ad infinitum.Kids are estatic.Mom is testing the beds at the funny farm.

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Whaddya mean, you didn't see my post yesterday?Did you even check?Are you sure you had the right URL? Cuz, ya know, one little letter off and you're looking at a completely different site.Cuz, see, the internet can be kinda tricky....kinda elusive....kindaforgotten?((Ahem))So, uh.....How 'bout them Red Sox! Go Sox! Go.....Boston.....uh.....Sheesh. Can't a girl get a break around here?

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Thanks to Jeni, I don't have to come up with something spectacular to say today!She tagged me, and I'm more than happy to oblige. I'm supposed to tell you 8 things about myself; some random facts and/or habits. Hmmmm.....1. I like puzzles. Specifically, those with Charles Wysocki prints on them. Can't say I like too many others. I don't like hard puzzles, because to me, puzzles should be fun and

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Like I said, I'm better today.Is it really that bad? Am I just blowing things out of proportion? Maybe I'm hormonal. That's probably it. Or......maybe I just have bad days every now and then like everyone else, eh?But I'm not a negative person. I'm definately a "glass half-full" kinda gal. Yesterday's post is SO out of the ordinary for me. I hope y'all can tell that. Now, I even feel bad. Like, I

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I'm irritated.You know, it really stinks when you have a special needs child, and you know they need you, and you know they need you in a special way, but you're sooooo exasperated with them, that you can hardly function.I know that sounds bad. I know that sounds wrong.But it's reality.Sometimes, I'm just so downright aggravated with Michaela and all the things she can't do (or things she DOES),

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-74855777003230849422007-05-14T21:56:00.000-07:002007-05-14T22:15:54.580-07:00

Check this out. Perty cool.But makes me think that some artists aren't what you call, "starving."

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-28270556338964809662007-05-13T19:51:00.000-07:002007-05-13T22:18:48.228-07:00

Since my Mom and Dad are in town, I decided that I wanted to get pictures taken. Professional pictures. It's been four and a half years since we've had family pictures taken.......that's BEFORE Libbigail! I have DOUBLE the number of kids now!Yeah. Pretty pitiful. I know.I'm not sure why, but the thought of my parents coming just seemed to make me want to get them done. I think I liked the idea of

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-45580372170548257892007-05-13T13:31:00.000-07:002007-05-13T13:39:50.056-07:00

I forgot to post yesterday.I had a pretty bad headache, and could do nothing but go to sleep when I normally write.But here's a complimentary pic---just to sooth your feelings......

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-87136789096282424302007-05-11T20:59:00.000-07:002007-05-11T21:18:44.989-07:00

They drove over 1200 miles to come see us, and they arrived today.My Mom and Dad are some of the best parents in the world. They raised me right, and taught me what I needed to know to make it on my own. And yet, even now, being a married woman for over 10 years, they still share, give, help and spoil me.I hope, I pray, that when I'm the parent of grown children, I will be able to be as wonderful

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-88822265322796482352007-05-10T21:38:00.000-07:002007-05-10T21:53:30.375-07:00

THIS is why I homeschool......And THIS reason too......But most of all, I think I just like my kids.Why would I want them gone all the time?This is my gift to them: to be their Mom 24/7, to be their teacher, to give my time, to sacrifice my present "freedom," to keep them close.To train them in the way they should go.I homeschool my kids. It's my labor of love.

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-65852311023834620442007-05-09T20:31:00.000-07:002007-05-09T20:57:44.906-07:00

I find it a pretty interesting concept that I saw this buildingAnd thought it was one of two things (because I could only see the LARGE print):1. A new fitness center2. A new churchI was strongly leaning towards #2. But turns out, it's actually a movie theater.***I've since come to two specific conclusions:1. Americans are fat (the author included), and therefore, gyms are spending big bucks on

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-10507403526645070312007-05-08T19:40:00.000-07:002007-05-08T20:19:41.479-07:00

It's VBS season here.At our church, it's more affectionately called just "Bible School." I am the project leader for the "junior" aged children, otherwise known as "pre-teen", ages 10-12. I think you can already see where I'm going with this.....Unlike a lot of VBS programs, ours runs a full 10 days. It is completely homegrown, as opposed to the programs we did when I was a child. Those were

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-75483440151675112992007-05-07T20:47:00.000-07:002007-05-07T20:54:20.960-07:00

Gotta love 'em.....Gotta kiss 'em.....

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-69701440104755797772007-05-06T19:31:00.000-07:002007-05-06T19:57:57.487-07:00

My arm hurts.Don't ask me "why," because I have no clue why it hurts. Or "when," since I don't remember ever hurting it. All I know is, last night when I was getting ready for bed, my elbow started hurting. Around where your "funny bone" is. Dull and achy pain, like when your fingers swell. That dull ache quickly turned into a sharp pain when I moved in certain ways. And later, the ache crept

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-20491654771233759062007-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:002007-05-05T12:43:00.124-07:00

Here's a set of pictures I neglected to post back in the "unbloggy" days of April. As you can see, only a couple of my kids got any good camera time! The two oldest boys were in a different area, and really didn't need help like Michaela and Asher did. They all enjoy the thrill of the hunt, though :)

Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00672853334159695888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19196143.post-69738256610954932422007-05-04T12:56:00.000-07:002007-05-05T12:43:56.675-07:00

Gabe's been transferred. To another room. To another bed. So I can get some sleep. So he can get some sleep.It's the end of an era. The end of baby cradles.I'm not sure how to feel about this.

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