Blessed

Reminded again today of how blessed I am. A very handsome and loving husband, who happens to be an amazing daddy to our 3 sweet loving children. I don't have much to say on this subject - other than "Thank You Lord for my blessed life."

Working Out

I just need to express how very much I love to workout. Why did it take me nearly 30 years to figure this out?

Starting in January 2011, I challenged myself to workout for 90 days. I'm closing in on those 90 days and I have only missed a handful of days. I allow one day a week to recover and have had a few days that I was just unable to, either due to a sickness or life getting in the way. I'm down 19 lbs and counting. I finally feel like I may just have this living a happy healthy life thing nearly figured out. I mean, don't get me wrong - I am so not a whiz at this yet, but I am so much closer than I was 3 months ago. I still have a long way to go to meet my ultimate goal of 100 lbs, and with each day I learn something new, either about myself or about working out and eating healthy. I know I have a lot still to learn and to accomplish and I look forward to doing it and bragging about later. ;)

Here We Go.....

So here I go, trying to Blog again. I figure w/ 3 little kids running around I should be able to come up with something interesting to blog about. ;)

Ian's Concussion:

Friday evening Molly was spending the night at her Gramma Sharon's house so we decided to treat Charlotte and Ian to something special too. We decided Out of This World Pizza would be a good idea. I was getting ready in my bedroom while Jon was putting shoes on the littles. While he was getting their shoes Ian and Charlie decided to play on her bed. A few days before, the kids had been jumping into a pile of pillows and blankets off Charlotte's bed. Ian decided to try that again... however there were no pillows and blankets on the ground this time. He dove head first onto the floor. It is carpeted, however we're in the basement and the floors are concrete - so not much padding. I'm listening to all of this on the monitor mind you. Ian cries for a split second, Jon grabs him. Ian passes out in Jon's arms and stops breathing. I hear from my room, "Ian? Ian? Come on buddy breath!" I go running into the room just as he opens his eyes - he was still not breathing.... I took him out of Jon's arms and finally he starts to breath. He is pale and completely lethargic. I sit down w/ him for a few minutes just cooing and cuddling him. When I realize he's not really coming to - we decide to take him to the E.R. just in case. We hit traffic (it's 5:30pm) on Hwy 26 on our way to St. Vincent's Hospital. I'm panicking but not overly freaked out because he was awake and breathing and holding my hand tightly. About 10 minutes into the car ride he throws up everywhere.... Now I'm panicking... we are stuck on the freeway that is literally crawling along..... so we say a quick prayer (not that I haven't been praying the whole time) and continue on. I took Ian out of his car seat and stripped off all the vomited on clothes and put him in some pj's we just so happened to have grabbed while rushing out the door. We finally pull up to the Emergency Room entrance - I dash out of the car w/ Ian in my arms while Jon and Charlotte park. After only having to wait for about 15 minutes we were taken back to a room and examined by the doctor. Ian is already starting to get color back in his face by this point but still pretty out of it. The doctor decides to do a CAT Scan to make sure there is no blood on his brain. After a couple hours of waiting around we go back for the CAT scan. By this time Ian is nearly 100% back to his perfect little self. He had color in his face, wanted to run around and play in the sink. I was feeling pretty good about everything already. We had the Scan done and w/ in about 15 minutes the doctor came back to let us know that everything looked completely normal, that he had in fact had a concussion but that it looks like no permanent damage was done. THANK GOD! He said we could go home and just to watch him carefully for the next few days (duh). So at around 8:45pm we finally were on our way back home. Both kids were tired but still amazingly wonderful. I couldn't have asked for a better behaved daughter. Charlotte was so understanding the whole time. She and Jon got to have dinner in the cafeteria at the hospital and get cookies from the vending machines. She was literally an angel. Again, THANK GOD! I have to say this was possibly one of the scariest nights of my life. Thankfully we had lots of friends and family praying for him while we were there and the days to follow. Thank you God for protecting my baby boy. As we were leaving, the doctor came over and said, "I think this little guy is gonna be a patient here often." Thanks Doc.... like I needed to hear that. However, I'm pretty sure he's right. Ian is quite the daredevil. He thinks he's a big kid...... oh Ian.... So this is what I get to look forward to w/ having a boy... fu-un.

Molly's Head lice:

YUCK! Monday morning we were getting ready to take Molly to school. We were just about ready, all I had to do was do Molly's hair. I was brushing through it when I saw little white things in her hair. At first I thought it was dandruff and tried to brush them out.... however they didn't move. That's when I remembered the teacher had sent home a note last week saying that someone in her class had lice. I of course knew instantly after that that she had lice..... oh boy. So after a very looooong day of laundry, vacuuming, scrubbing, spraying, shampooing, picking.... I think I got it all. We wont know for certain of course - but I will continue to check everyday for a few weeks. We shampooed all of us girls hair w/ RID and Jon shaved his head and Ian's (just in case). By 10:38pm last night we were officially lice free (we pray).

I am so ready for a peaceful, non drama filled day or week or month for that matter...... I'm exhausted and quite frankly DONE.