Maybe I can do the post I set out to do yesterday . . . . there is so much that a person (me) takes for granted until you can't do those certain things. I'm gaining some of these back slowly but surely. Here are my Really Little Things I am thankful for:
1. being able to laugh
2. being able to cough
3. being able to sneeze
4. being able to reach the toilet paper (a body twist required)
5. being able to shower
6. climbing stairs
7. getting out of bed
8. getting back into bed
9. being able to drive
10. Being able to bend over and pick something up
11. being able to go to McKay's baseball games (it just requires sitting!)
12. being able to do normal housework (haven't acquired this one yet)
13. being able to go to church
14. being able to go to all the church x-tras!
15. being able to walk without holding a pillow to my belly!
16. you get the idea!
Watching other people perform these, oh so simple functions, without even thinking about it makes me wonder what other things I take for granted that would change my life if I had to do without them. That list would be huge!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Little Things
These days I find myself being thankful for "little things." Things that a person takes for granted on most days, but when impaired are glad to get them back. Here are a few things I'm thankful for.
My mother. Not to say she is a little thing, I just needed to include her in my list. I am thankful for the time she has spent taking care of me. I cannot tell you how hard it was to just let her do the things she did for me. She took 2 weeks out of her life to spend with me. We had great talks, laughs, cries, movie time, reading time, etc. etc. THANK YOU MOM! (I miss you already)
My dad. Again, not so little of of thing. Dad took it upon himself to fix little things around my house while I'm recuperating. He upgraded the memory on our computer, fixed the broken "arm" on my four-poster bed, glued together my falling apart rocking chair, tied up our falling down shrubbery in the front yard, cleaned and arranged our shed, and made sure the lawn mower was working for the boys. He also watched my boys during my extended stay in the hospital. I probably missed something but THANKS DAD!
My Sis. For taking the time off work to spend time at the hospital, and taking time out of her busy schedule to call and ask how I'm doing. THANKS TRUDE!
My other Sisters. I'm so thankful for those of you have brought in meals and showed concern for me. It has been a wake-up call for me to realize I've been being lazy in that area. As the meals come in I'm hearing things like, "wow, that is the best _______ I've ever eaten, mom you need to get the recipe for that!"
My visiting teachers. You ROCK! Thanks for everything!
My neighbors and friends. Thanks for the flowers, cards, goodies, and gift bags! Every life experience teaches me about the kind of person I need to be to other people.
I am truly blessed!
This is really not the direction I expected this post to go, so I guess I'll have to do another tomorrow on the "really little things!"
My mother. Not to say she is a little thing, I just needed to include her in my list. I am thankful for the time she has spent taking care of me. I cannot tell you how hard it was to just let her do the things she did for me. She took 2 weeks out of her life to spend with me. We had great talks, laughs, cries, movie time, reading time, etc. etc. THANK YOU MOM! (I miss you already)
My dad. Again, not so little of of thing. Dad took it upon himself to fix little things around my house while I'm recuperating. He upgraded the memory on our computer, fixed the broken "arm" on my four-poster bed, glued together my falling apart rocking chair, tied up our falling down shrubbery in the front yard, cleaned and arranged our shed, and made sure the lawn mower was working for the boys. He also watched my boys during my extended stay in the hospital. I probably missed something but THANKS DAD!
My Sis. For taking the time off work to spend time at the hospital, and taking time out of her busy schedule to call and ask how I'm doing. THANKS TRUDE!
My other Sisters. I'm so thankful for those of you have brought in meals and showed concern for me. It has been a wake-up call for me to realize I've been being lazy in that area. As the meals come in I'm hearing things like, "wow, that is the best _______ I've ever eaten, mom you need to get the recipe for that!"
My visiting teachers. You ROCK! Thanks for everything!
My neighbors and friends. Thanks for the flowers, cards, goodies, and gift bags! Every life experience teaches me about the kind of person I need to be to other people.
I am truly blessed!
This is really not the direction I expected this post to go, so I guess I'll have to do another tomorrow on the "really little things!"
Friday, April 24, 2009
All's well that ends well
Good news! This is to be my last "hospital" post. Even though it was hard, and I was on an emotional roller coaster I still am so very thankful for the care I got and for the technology available to help a person through all of their challenges.
Every day, each nurse would come in and complete a "white board" that hung in my room for me to look at. It included my name, my room number, (have you ever left a hospital room not knowing your room number, I have!!!) the names of the nursing staff for the day, your arrival date, your discharge date (which kept changing), and the all important goals for the day for me to accomplish.
My goals included: walking, deep breathing, other breathing exercises, pain control, passing gas, and different methods of food intake, i.e., no food, liquid food, or soft food.
I could breathe, I could walk, I walked and walked, and walked, and walked . . . even walked at midnight one night for an hour. . . . we could control the pain . . . . but. . . .
The most important of these was "passing gas" because it was the one thing I had not been able to do. I had a cheering section . . . . "did you pass gas?" Cheer, Cheer! It was happening, and happening quite frequently reducing the size of my preggo-looking belly! Woo hoo! and with this accomplishment I was given a trial run of a liquid diet again. I didn't even feel hungry but everything went well. Saturday morning I was able to eat a "soft" breakfast and thus gave me the green light for going home!
I'm so glad I can be flippant about this, because that means I'm better. My belly has turned back into the mush-like state it was in before, I'm eating, and shhhhhh passing gas!
It's a great day!
Every day, each nurse would come in and complete a "white board" that hung in my room for me to look at. It included my name, my room number, (have you ever left a hospital room not knowing your room number, I have!!!) the names of the nursing staff for the day, your arrival date, your discharge date (which kept changing), and the all important goals for the day for me to accomplish.
My goals included: walking, deep breathing, other breathing exercises, pain control, passing gas, and different methods of food intake, i.e., no food, liquid food, or soft food.
I could breathe, I could walk, I walked and walked, and walked, and walked . . . even walked at midnight one night for an hour. . . . we could control the pain . . . . but. . . .
The most important of these was "passing gas" because it was the one thing I had not been able to do. I had a cheering section . . . . "did you pass gas?" Cheer, Cheer! It was happening, and happening quite frequently reducing the size of my preggo-looking belly! Woo hoo! and with this accomplishment I was given a trial run of a liquid diet again. I didn't even feel hungry but everything went well. Saturday morning I was able to eat a "soft" breakfast and thus gave me the green light for going home!
I'm so glad I can be flippant about this, because that means I'm better. My belly has turned back into the mush-like state it was in before, I'm eating, and shhhhhh passing gas!
It's a great day!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The grand daddy
I've been searching the Internet for horror stories about the barium enema. Apparently, if you are going in for one and you are in good health they aren't that big of a deal. I was hoping to steal some ideas for a humorous post . . . but not . . . .
I guess combined with my surgery and the fact that my colon was filled with gas made my experience much different than the rest of society. Actually they didn't use barium for me, but iodine. I'm thankful for this because apparently the iodine is a lot easier to get rid of for your body. I'll spare you the gory details, but imagine a teeter-totter. I was put on a table like a teeter-totter and gravity was the main force to get the iodine coursing through my lower GI. When the bowel headed a certain direction they moved my body so that gravity could do it's job. Up . . . down . . . back . . . . forth. I could see everything on a screen . . . . stop, take a picture, move on . . . stop take another picture, move on . . .
My breathing exercises that I learned in my child-birthing years were coming in handy! I hadn't used them in years!
The technician was having a good time trying to get the iodine to go through the gaseous areas. It seemed as if it may have been a new experience for him . . . Look at this! he'd say with excitement, and do it again! The iodine would enter the area and then quickly recede, the pressure was so great. And if the gas pains were bad before . . . . they were worse when the iodine was punching through them . . . . I can tell you, I had completely forgotten about my surgery pain by this point!
The result?! I found out that I have a really long bowel system and that I have a redundant bowel (an extra turn or two). Hmmmmmm, I guess I can live with that! I'm sure you are all impressed. NOT!
The good news?! When all was over and the iodine was being released so was most of the gas!!!! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is!!!
TO BE CONTINUED --I warned you you should skip this week of blogging!
I guess combined with my surgery and the fact that my colon was filled with gas made my experience much different than the rest of society. Actually they didn't use barium for me, but iodine. I'm thankful for this because apparently the iodine is a lot easier to get rid of for your body. I'll spare you the gory details, but imagine a teeter-totter. I was put on a table like a teeter-totter and gravity was the main force to get the iodine coursing through my lower GI. When the bowel headed a certain direction they moved my body so that gravity could do it's job. Up . . . down . . . back . . . . forth. I could see everything on a screen . . . . stop, take a picture, move on . . . stop take another picture, move on . . .
My breathing exercises that I learned in my child-birthing years were coming in handy! I hadn't used them in years!
The technician was having a good time trying to get the iodine to go through the gaseous areas. It seemed as if it may have been a new experience for him . . . Look at this! he'd say with excitement, and do it again! The iodine would enter the area and then quickly recede, the pressure was so great. And if the gas pains were bad before . . . . they were worse when the iodine was punching through them . . . . I can tell you, I had completely forgotten about my surgery pain by this point!
The result?! I found out that I have a really long bowel system and that I have a redundant bowel (an extra turn or two). Hmmmmmm, I guess I can live with that! I'm sure you are all impressed. NOT!
The good news?! When all was over and the iodine was being released so was most of the gas!!!! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is!!!
TO BE CONTINUED --I warned you you should skip this week of blogging!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
The continuing saga
As my stomach was growing in size and not able to find the proper exit for all of this extra gaseousness, I began to think of the book "All Creatures Great and Small." I even had a nurse bring up the book. Great book by the way! I thought of how in the book the veterinarian poked the bloated cow with some kind of device to let the air out. . . . my morphine wracked brain told me that this was what I needed! Oh blessed morphine!
I guess what had happened was that my body was having a reaction to the anesthesia that I had been given during the operation. It was a longish operation and some people's bodies do this to them. You wake up, but some of your organs don't. "You just need time" they were telling me. We waited, Wednesday . . . . Thursday and then they called in a rectal and colon specialist. First they tried suppositories . . . nothing . . . . I went for a CT scan . . . nothing . . . . and then another CT scan with a lower bowel enema added to it (hoping to nudge my bowel and say "wake up!") . . . . nothing.
So then they pulled out the grand-daddy of them all . . . . . the barium enema . . . . eeeeee gads. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy . . . what a great way to torture someone, especially someone who has just gone through pelvic floor surgery and am supposedly "taking it easy!" My doctor reassured me that it was a great diagnostic as well as therapeutic procedure. What was I to say? A girls got to do what a girls got to do . . . .
TO BE CONTINUED
PS Just so you know . . . . I'm feeling really great right now! I can see why they said it will be hard to take it easy. I'm recovering quickly!!!
I guess what had happened was that my body was having a reaction to the anesthesia that I had been given during the operation. It was a longish operation and some people's bodies do this to them. You wake up, but some of your organs don't. "You just need time" they were telling me. We waited, Wednesday . . . . Thursday and then they called in a rectal and colon specialist. First they tried suppositories . . . nothing . . . . I went for a CT scan . . . nothing . . . . and then another CT scan with a lower bowel enema added to it (hoping to nudge my bowel and say "wake up!") . . . . nothing.
So then they pulled out the grand-daddy of them all . . . . . the barium enema . . . . eeeeee gads. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy . . . what a great way to torture someone, especially someone who has just gone through pelvic floor surgery and am supposedly "taking it easy!" My doctor reassured me that it was a great diagnostic as well as therapeutic procedure. What was I to say? A girls got to do what a girls got to do . . . .
TO BE CONTINUED
PS Just so you know . . . . I'm feeling really great right now! I can see why they said it will be hard to take it easy. I'm recovering quickly!!!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
How to lose 4 pounds in 6 days
First off, I want to say how thankful I am to live in America with its health care system. I'm sure we have the greatest system on earth! Without around-the-clock care from a great doctor, her associates and very fine nurses, I don't know what would have happened with me this week. I'll never know. . . I'm just thankful to have been in a hospital so well staffed and stocked with everything a person would need in a time of crisis. I'm sure my crisis was small, but it wasn't to me.
Surgery day went completely as planned . . . before I knew it the surgery was done and I was in recovery. The last thing I remember before the surgery was looking at the clock at 7:05 am and thinking 25 more minutes . . . and I was done! For my family the waiting was more like 5 or 6 hours, but for me, it was a piece of cake!
It wasn't until the next day that things hit the fan. After eating two liquid diets (surgery day) and trying to eat breakfast the day after we realized that my body wasn't processing anything that I was intaking. My urinary tract system and my bowel system were completely silent. They were totally asleep. . . no gurgling . . . .no anything. The only thing that WAS happening was that I was beginning to look pregnant, (kind of ironic isn't it?). My stomach was distended and it was filling with gas. When the doctor thumped on it it sounded like thumping on a watermelon. I'll have to say, I've never experienced gas pains like these before!
My body started getting rid of what I'd ingested the only way it could (by throwing up) and immediately I found myself on a "no food by mouth" diet. This was Wednesday and since Monday morning I had had nothing but liquid to eat and my solid breakfast consisted of just about 1/3rd of an omelet before I started geysering everything out.
Thus began my prolonged stay in the hospital . . . . .
Surgery day went completely as planned . . . before I knew it the surgery was done and I was in recovery. The last thing I remember before the surgery was looking at the clock at 7:05 am and thinking 25 more minutes . . . and I was done! For my family the waiting was more like 5 or 6 hours, but for me, it was a piece of cake!
It wasn't until the next day that things hit the fan. After eating two liquid diets (surgery day) and trying to eat breakfast the day after we realized that my body wasn't processing anything that I was intaking. My urinary tract system and my bowel system were completely silent. They were totally asleep. . . no gurgling . . . .no anything. The only thing that WAS happening was that I was beginning to look pregnant, (kind of ironic isn't it?). My stomach was distended and it was filling with gas. When the doctor thumped on it it sounded like thumping on a watermelon. I'll have to say, I've never experienced gas pains like these before!
My body started getting rid of what I'd ingested the only way it could (by throwing up) and immediately I found myself on a "no food by mouth" diet. This was Wednesday and since Monday morning I had had nothing but liquid to eat and my solid breakfast consisted of just about 1/3rd of an omelet before I started geysering everything out.
Thus began my prolonged stay in the hospital . . . . .
Monday, April 20, 2009
Surgery day minus one
The day before the surgery I got the privilege of doing a bowel prep. WARNING . . . . if you don't want to know anything about this . . . . . skip this post!!!!
Nothing could have prepared me for my bowel prep . . . it was much worse than the surgery. Here are the things I would have done differently . . . . .
1. Read the directions well before I embarked on this process.
2. Not eaten a bowl full of beef broth before I started the process.
3. Had some extra soft TP, vaseline (use your imagination) and/or medicated baby wipes on hand.
4. Cleaned my bathroom better, because I spent a lot of time in it!
All I knew was that my bowl prep started at 9 am and that I had to take some pills and drink something, followed up with a couple self-given enemas and wallah! DONE!
Not so easy . . . . . they ask you to drink an inordinate amount (about a gallon) of yucky flavored liquid. 8 ozs every 10 minutes until the whole thing is gone. The 1st few glasses were a piece of cake, but by the time I got half way through (because of the beef broth I'm sure) I started feeling like I was going to throw-up everything I had ingested, which was not the point of the bowel prep. Between drinking, running to the bathroom and trying not to throw it all up , I was having a hard time . . .
Just as I was deciding to bag the whole thing (and lie about completing it) . . . . I got the call from my doctor saying "you are pregnant - - - stop the bowel prep," I was already eye-brow-deep in bowel prep, and didn't even want to consider a second round of it. I begged and pleaded with the doctor- - she promised further testing and I continued on my journey hoping for good results. Why did I send my boys to buy the pregnancy test? I couldn't have gotten away from the bathroom if I wanted to. The bathroom was my best friend, my constant companion.
We had had the bright idea of spending the night in a hotel close to the surgery center. It was a good idea, I just hadn't figured the bowel prep into the equation. We had to wait around the house until around 6-7 pm before I could get away from my friend, the bathroom and had to make several stops along the way for my cleansing purposes! Have you ever considered wearing Depends? This was my first time considereing it . . . . . I KNOW, I know, too much information! but just think! information is a good thing . . . . someday you might need a bowel prep, and maybe I could give you a few tips!!!
MORE GORY DETAILS TO FOLLOW (or skip this week of blogging)!
Nothing could have prepared me for my bowel prep . . . it was much worse than the surgery. Here are the things I would have done differently . . . . .
1. Read the directions well before I embarked on this process.
2. Not eaten a bowl full of beef broth before I started the process.
3. Had some extra soft TP, vaseline (use your imagination) and/or medicated baby wipes on hand.
4. Cleaned my bathroom better, because I spent a lot of time in it!
All I knew was that my bowl prep started at 9 am and that I had to take some pills and drink something, followed up with a couple self-given enemas and wallah! DONE!
Not so easy . . . . . they ask you to drink an inordinate amount (about a gallon) of yucky flavored liquid. 8 ozs every 10 minutes until the whole thing is gone. The 1st few glasses were a piece of cake, but by the time I got half way through (because of the beef broth I'm sure) I started feeling like I was going to throw-up everything I had ingested, which was not the point of the bowel prep. Between drinking, running to the bathroom and trying not to throw it all up , I was having a hard time . . .
Just as I was deciding to bag the whole thing (and lie about completing it) . . . . I got the call from my doctor saying "you are pregnant - - - stop the bowel prep," I was already eye-brow-deep in bowel prep, and didn't even want to consider a second round of it. I begged and pleaded with the doctor- - she promised further testing and I continued on my journey hoping for good results. Why did I send my boys to buy the pregnancy test? I couldn't have gotten away from the bathroom if I wanted to. The bathroom was my best friend, my constant companion.
We had had the bright idea of spending the night in a hotel close to the surgery center. It was a good idea, I just hadn't figured the bowel prep into the equation. We had to wait around the house until around 6-7 pm before I could get away from my friend, the bathroom and had to make several stops along the way for my cleansing purposes! Have you ever considered wearing Depends? This was my first time considereing it . . . . . I KNOW, I know, too much information! but just think! information is a good thing . . . . someday you might need a bowel prep, and maybe I could give you a few tips!!!
MORE GORY DETAILS TO FOLLOW (or skip this week of blogging)!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm back!!
This week has been a long haul! What was to be an "outpatient" surgery for me turned into an "inpatient" surgery because of complications. What was to be an "overnight" stay ended up being a "5 day, 4 night" stay. What blogging material!!! First, I must say, it is nice to be home.
I am thankful to my parents and sister who stayed with me through most of my ordeal. They are such a support to me. My mom and dad are still with me helping me along while I'm confined to my bedroom in which thankfully the computer resides.
My week started on Monday early when I had to go in and get blood tests. Later I got a call from my doctor informing me that they were going to cancel my surgery because something showed up on my blood tests! OH NO! I was thinking . . . . what could it be? She informed me that I was pregnant!
WHAT???!!!###???
I told her that was IMPOSSIBLE! It would have to have been immaculate conception, because my husband isn't even in the country! I've had my periods regularly every month, no fail! She said she'd run further tests to make sure . . . but the surgery was OFF! Oh my gosh!!! What feelings surged in my mind! I called my mom and dad, I called my sister, I called my daughter, I sent my two boys over to the supermarket to get me a pregnancy test so I could do my own further testing! I considered adoption, I considered giving the baby to Halley and Ryan, I considered what in the world Lincoln would say when I gave him this wonderful news wishing I could be a fly on the wall when I did have to tell him. . . . . .
She called later to inform me that the test had been a false positive . . . Geesh, what a scare! The surgery was on . . . . I was not pregnant . . . . Why did I feel a sense of loss?
TO BE CONTINUED . . . . . .
I am thankful to my parents and sister who stayed with me through most of my ordeal. They are such a support to me. My mom and dad are still with me helping me along while I'm confined to my bedroom in which thankfully the computer resides.
My week started on Monday early when I had to go in and get blood tests. Later I got a call from my doctor informing me that they were going to cancel my surgery because something showed up on my blood tests! OH NO! I was thinking . . . . what could it be? She informed me that I was pregnant!
WHAT???!!!###???
I told her that was IMPOSSIBLE! It would have to have been immaculate conception, because my husband isn't even in the country! I've had my periods regularly every month, no fail! She said she'd run further tests to make sure . . . but the surgery was OFF! Oh my gosh!!! What feelings surged in my mind! I called my mom and dad, I called my sister, I called my daughter, I sent my two boys over to the supermarket to get me a pregnancy test so I could do my own further testing! I considered adoption, I considered giving the baby to Halley and Ryan, I considered what in the world Lincoln would say when I gave him this wonderful news wishing I could be a fly on the wall when I did have to tell him. . . . . .
She called later to inform me that the test had been a false positive . . . Geesh, what a scare! The surgery was on . . . . I was not pregnant . . . . Why did I feel a sense of loss?
TO BE CONTINUED . . . . . .
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Broke the mold
I went out and did something I told myself I'd never do.
A little background. . . . . . .
I pride myself (pride baaaaaad thing!) in not owning any lounge-around-pants. I don't own sweats, I don't own jam pants, I don't own "fat" pants. My goal in this is that if my pants start fitting tightly, I adjust my exercise or eating habits . . . . not the pants I wear.
This was true until yesterday when I went and bought some stretchy-too-big-for-me-lounge-around-the-house-pants. I wore them all day today and they feel great!!! It is REALLY easy to let the stomach hang all out with them, but I can see why people might like the idea of wearing them. Since I'm going to be doing a lot of lounging around this week and next week and the week after I thought I'd best be prepared!
So my standards have by necessity fallen. As we all know . . . . . Pride cometh before a fall! . . . . . . and I had it (pants pride), believe you me!
A little background. . . . . . .
I pride myself (pride baaaaaad thing!) in not owning any lounge-around-pants. I don't own sweats, I don't own jam pants, I don't own "fat" pants. My goal in this is that if my pants start fitting tightly, I adjust my exercise or eating habits . . . . not the pants I wear.
This was true until yesterday when I went and bought some stretchy-too-big-for-me-lounge-around-the-house-pants. I wore them all day today and they feel great!!! It is REALLY easy to let the stomach hang all out with them, but I can see why people might like the idea of wearing them. Since I'm going to be doing a lot of lounging around this week and next week and the week after I thought I'd best be prepared!
So my standards have by necessity fallen. As we all know . . . . . Pride cometh before a fall! . . . . . . and I had it (pants pride), believe you me!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Drum roll please . . . .
This month I'm missing book club. Our book club is reading anything by Jane Austen. I'm skipping the reading. You really have to be in the right frame of mind to read Austen or maybe its just me. I love her, but she isn't an easy read . . . maybe I'm alone in that . . . .
Anyhow, I chose to take a light read with me on the plane. The book I chose was "Before Green Gables." I started the book with trepidation thinking that no one could capture Anne's voice, but I feel this author did it just about as well as anyone could. The book begins before Anne with an e was born and ends, of course, with her arriving on Prince Edward Island. Anne eventually develops into the Anne we all know as she grows up. The book fills in the blanks as to how she developed her interesting vocabulary and personality. We all know she was an orphan and couldn't have have had an ideal childhood, and she doesn't. As my fellow book clubbers know, I don't need a story to be all foo foo and fluff, so all was good with me! I had the book finished quickly and felt it was a page turner, although, being on a plane doesn't give you many options!!!
I had to get a new book for the flight home! If you want to borrow my "Green Gables" book feel free . . . . . .try it! you might possibly like it! (and if you haven't read the original it is a treat!)
Anyhow, I chose to take a light read with me on the plane. The book I chose was "Before Green Gables." I started the book with trepidation thinking that no one could capture Anne's voice, but I feel this author did it just about as well as anyone could. The book begins before Anne with an e was born and ends, of course, with her arriving on Prince Edward Island. Anne eventually develops into the Anne we all know as she grows up. The book fills in the blanks as to how she developed her interesting vocabulary and personality. We all know she was an orphan and couldn't have have had an ideal childhood, and she doesn't. As my fellow book clubbers know, I don't need a story to be all foo foo and fluff, so all was good with me! I had the book finished quickly and felt it was a page turner, although, being on a plane doesn't give you many options!!!
I had to get a new book for the flight home! If you want to borrow my "Green Gables" book feel free . . . . . .try it! you might possibly like it! (and if you haven't read the original it is a treat!)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Portland (in a nutshell)
Our vacation met and exceeded all that I had hoped for
it included:
airline travel
Laughter
airline food
jokes
reacquainting with cousins
Hopes Prom
guitar hero
reminiscing with brothers
family prayer
talks with Chanhei and Lora 
time with my parents
card games
Chancy joining in
hot dog roasting
s'mores
Chinese Gardens
Sid's "ozzie" laugh
books
Science museum
Howard Hughes' "spruce goose"
rocket launch
shark petting
Jackie's birthday
Monsters vs. Aliens 3D
space museum
sun
Emma's voice (love it)
greenery
late nights
eating
werewolves
rain
air museum
scrabble
Halley and Ryan
canasta
sea lions
blog stalking with Lora
calls from Lincoln
Sydney practicing piano
covered bridge
polishing headlights
majestic trees
daffodils
GPS use (1st for me)
food with a Korean Twist
e-mail from Lincoln
Halley's hugs
herbal tea party
birthday cake
Jackie's photography
Ryan's fortune telling
Northwest garden (Sid's 10 acre wooded yard)
mossy trees
petting an anemone
Coastal Aquarium
Pacific Ocean
Sydney and Tayler's lego robotics
Hugs Goodbye and tears
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