Now we know

Tuesday, July 21



The other day we tried a new church for the first time.  We walked in and were greeted by the information that it was VBS Sunday.  Ugghhhhh.  MURPHY'S LAW.  We went with it though.  We took the kids to the children's area and I started the registration process.  I completed a card for Clark, then started Henry's.  Name (Henry), DOB (12-1-14), allergies (none), medical conditions (none)...WAIT.  I paused.  Went back up to that part, crossed out NONE, and wrote Epilepsy.  Because it's true.

Henry's been diagnosed with Epilepsy, and since the news was only about four days old on Sunday, I had already forgotten.  But it can't be forgotten because it's important and now a very big part of our lives.  We now have neurology appointments and regularly scheduled EEGs, and daily medicine that I can only sometimes can get him to swallow completely without a fight.  We even have fancy emergency medicine that has to be carried with us at all times, and instructions to teach grandparents and babysitters how to use it.

People have asked me how I feel about this news.  To be honest, so many children have so many more problems than my sweet Henry, so I feel grateful.  His seizures are relatively few, although every single one scares the living daylights out of me.  So, I guess what I'm saying is that the diagnosis doesn't scare me, but the individual episodes sure do.  People with Epilepsy can, and often do, live totally normal, full lives, and for that I'm grateful.  Epilepsy, especially the kind Henry has, is easily managed.  I'm so happy Henry has medicine that he can take and I'm very grateful that he has a daddy that is a doctor...someone that can really understand what questions to ask and has a more advanced understanding of the situation as a whole.  In a strange way, I'm grateful that I have some close family members that have Epilepsy, because that experience has given me the fast realization that THIS, while a big deal, is really no big deal.  You know?

The other day I jokingly mentioned to my brother that I guess this means Henry can't join the military, which is likely true.  But it's actually all fine, because in my dreams for my boys, Clark goes to the Air Force Academy or VMI like Uncle Joel, and Henry goes to Cornell  or MIT anyway, so it's all good.  Everyone's still on track to live up to my expectations (NO PRESSURE), and all bases are covered.

(WINKEY FACE.)

Oh, and back to the church.  We have to go back and try it again, this time on a week where there aren't kids dancing and singing throughout the whole service.  But also, someone from the church just came and delivered us warm chocolate chip cookies, so...YES.

Four Years Later

Wednesday, June 10

Once upon a time it was 2011 and we were getting ready for our first PCS together. We traveled to San Antonio and bought our first house. On the day we closed, our realtor snapped a picture of us out front. It took about five seconds total to walk to the front, stand together and smile. Snap. That's it.


Now it's four years later and we are bidding adieu to our first home. It's sold. The new owner is happy to move in, and although I'm happy to leave Texas, I would be lying if I said I'm not a wee bit sad to leave the home where we've made so many memories. And so, we asked someone to take our picture out front. I thought it would be fun to compare our picture four years ago to one now. Just the two of us DINKS versus the two of us (decidedly not DINKs anymore) PLUS two kids PLUS two dogs.

But as it turns out, this picture took about ten minutes to get. And I think that pretty much sums up how much our life has changed in the past four years.








Aaaaand, this is the best we could do. Things change. 


But we love change, so it's good.

Lately.

Friday, February 27

 I've been single mommin' it for a few weeks. Life has been exhausting but in the best way possible. 

The weather has been insane here. One day we are wearing shorts and sandals. The next day winter coats. 

We still don't know where we are going this summer, but we know we're going, so I've new trying to organize and clean. It's become abundantly clear that we own way too much crap.

Here are some other highlights:

Last week, Jared took Clark out to the yard to do yardwork. I went out to join them, only to watch Clark pick up a giant fossilized piece of Bunny poop and start walking across the yard with it, saying "Da Da" before violently throwing it into the pooper scooper and turning around to look for more. He was trying to help. I was trying not to vomit in my mouth. (And yes I stopped him as soon as I could sprint across the yard, and yes, his hands were sanitized.)

Henry currently weighs 15lbs 14oz. I know this because I got on the scale with him today, even though that meant weighing myself in the process, and by the way, I still have six pounds to go, but I ate a donut after dinner tonight probably seven now. 

But Donuts are just round cake so it's an acceptable dessert. 

Also, I can't believe how big Henry is compared to Clark. 

Don't worry, I will not get on social media and declare that my baby is superior because he is fat. Because it's annoying and untrue. Fat babies are just fat. Skinny babies are just skinny. 

But I might get on and declare that Clark is THE BOMB after he successfully identified and actually said five colors today. I swear it's the truth even though he refuses an encore show for my iPhone. He told me today that his shirt is ORANGE. His bracelet is PURPLE. His block is YELLOW. Henry's pants are RED. Mommy's pants are BLACK.

Backtrack! Clark loves bracelets. He has his own purple one that he wears everywhere. The other day I even got him some candy bracelets. Which leads me to my next point....

Don't get your toddler candy bracelets. I looked away for one second and when I looked back, the candy was eaten and the elastic was missing. I looked everywhere and couldn't find it. Panicked. Started comtemplating the possibility of a bowel obstruction and panicked more. Was just getting ready to page the doctor and/or go to hospital for X-rays when I found the elastic. 

Which brings me to another point:

Dog puke is nasty. Also. Dogs can't digest candy bracelet elastic. 

Meanwhile, this was the same day I had to call Poison Control because Clark drank an entire bottle of contact lens solution. And since it was my second time calling, they knew my name. And Clark's name. It's all in our "record".

#OMG

On a related note, a few weeks ago we had to take Clark to the ER after he climbed up on the stove and put his hand directly on the burner. When we got into a room, the nurse said, "Oh hi again! I was your nurse last time, too!" 

#OMGAGAIN

As a results our kitchen is now entirely fenced in with baby gates that Clark knows how to open so that was a complete waste of $150 and the effort it took to make it look so ugly to begin with.

Moving on to happier things. You guys, Clark was such a good natured baby. He never, ever cried and was just so happy. Seriously. And everyone said it would never happen again, except...Henry is happier, if that's even possible. My boy never cries, EVER, unless he's hungry. He smiles at everyone and coos and coos. I don't know why I have such happy little guys but I feel so lucky.

Clark still loves his brother. Sometimes his loves comes out like a smack to the head or a little love nibble that leaves a mark, but mostly he just hugs and kisses him. He helps me change his diapers and helps me bath Henry every night.  He just runs over with his little step stool and puts it next to the sink, rolls up his sleeves, and rubs the soap in his hair. Rinses him off with me and dries him off, powders his bum and lotions his feet. He does it all.  If Henry cries, he runs over and covers him with a blanket and pats his head and sometimes even shares his toys. 

And actually I guess I lied about the crying. Last week I heard a commotion in the living room. I walked out and found Henry crying while Clark was sitting next to him, shoving his Kazoo INTO HIS MOUTH. And as I ran over to remove it, Clark just kept pointing at Henry and talking and talking, and I imagine trying to make him use the dang Kazoo.  My sweet boys. 

I'm in love. 

The End.