Saturday, November 13, 2010

Baptism

I was reading a friend's blog and she had talked about her son's baptism. It reminded me that I hadn't posted anything about Malia's baptism that happened back in July. I would hate to leave something of that importance out of my life record (if that's what you want to call this blog).

I made invitations inviting special family and friends to this blessed event (address blocked out due to privacy issues):

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Malia was so excited to be able to get baptized in the same dress that Raya was baptized in and also have her very own white dress to wear for her confirmation:

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Many family members came to watch Malia enter the waters of baptism:

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(above: Poindexter's and Durling's)

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(above: Uncle Jared Poindexter)

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(above: Grandpa Poindexter and Christi)

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(above: Grandma and Grandpa Durling)

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(Above: Grandma Poindexter and David)

and many friends came as well. Malia invited two of her friends from her class at school and they both came. Malia's kindergarten teacher came too, but we didn't get a picture of her...darnit!

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(Above: Parker and his Mom Laura Bruns)

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(Above: Elora Dannan)

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(Above: Deidre and Kelly Townsend)

Patrick baptized her:

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Spotless...clean...PERFECT...Just look at that smile:

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Patrick's dad and our friend Pawel were witnesses for Malia's baptism:

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Ready to be confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints:

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Patrick's dad, our home teacher brother Jackman and Aaron Miller (not pictured) were in the circle while Patrick confirmed Malia. Brother Jackman had driven all night from Utah and even though he missed the actual baptism, he made it in time to be a part of the confirmation. Totally Awesome!

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The day was special. We had a luncheon at our house afterwords. We actually stopped off at McDonalds on the way home and picked up like 20 hamburgers just to make sure we had enough food for everyone. Those were the first to disappear. I was able to get Malia's confirmation prayer recorded and typed up into her baptism book (I just need to get that printed...*sigh*)

It's amazing to watch my children grow up. Two kids of mine have been baptized. Time is flying! The next thing I know, I will be watching them get married and having babies of their own. For now, I need to be in THIS moment and enjoy THESE times. I am so proud of the choices Malia has made. She is truly an amazing girl and our family wouldn't be complete without her!

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Perler Bead-A-Palooza

There's this website called http://www.houseparty.com/ Can I just say that it is the bomb (did I really just write "it's the bomb"?) Anyway, you apply to host these party's for different products. If you are selected, you get a party package in the mail and you use it to throw a party bash! I've done this before for Febreze Products. I probably got like $300 worth of Febreze products for free. I shared a ton with my friends and I'm still using them!

I got selected to another party for Perler Beads. Those little plastic beads that you create designs with and then using an iron, melt together. They are so fun (except the ones that drop on the floor), but my favorite part about them is that they are hours and hours of entertainment for the kids...including Miss Carly.

We had a blast and I can't wait to do another party. Check out House Party's website...you might find something you'd like to try for free.

Here are a few pictures of our fun evening...Raya and Malia got to hang with some friends and get crafty...Now that's my kind of party!

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Positivity Police

I've kind of been depressed lately. It's been hard trying to stay on top of stuff. I know that I need to recover and not let stuff bug me (like the food that's been on the floor for a few days now). It's so easier said than done. I hear it over and over again:

"It's ok Rachael, you need to recover."..."It will get better Rachael, just hang in there."..."Are your kids helpful Rachael?...How about Patrick?"

It is true, my kids are very helpful...in making the messes, and to be quite frank, Patrick is a good contributor to it also. It's gotten to the point where my house isn't just cluttered anymore...it's actually dirty. Like gross dirty. I'm hiring someone to come in and clean the stuff that hasn't been cleaned in 3 weeks (like my toilets!).

The past 3 weeks have been tough. I don't know what I was thinking when recovery from knee surgery entered my mind. I knew I would be on crutches for 2 weeks...I didn't really realize I wouldn't be able to even feed myself (unless I stood at the counter), because of them. I didn't realize that the simple act of putting a sock, or underwear, or clothes on would require assistance from another person. I didn't realize that I would only get a shower once a week for that first 2 weeks and even then, it wasn't a real shower since I had to prop my leg on the toilet. I didn't realize that I wouldn't be able to sleep on my side or my stomach and that the phrase "Back is Best" would actually apply to me as well as a newborn. I didn't realize that my kids would totally ignore me knowing full well that I couldn't get up to make sure they did listen. I didn't realize that going to the bathroom would feel like an hour workout. I didn't realize that my wrists would replace the knee pain from the constant pressure on them from the use of crutches. I didn't realize that it would take 3 weeks before I could actually try to walk and even then, the knee would be wobbly and not steady from the mangled muscles around it. I definitely didn't realize that it would take me 3 weeks before I could actually drive anywhere. Getting into the car by myself is almost like the hour potty workout.

So I've been living the last 3 weeks of my life day to day. Trying to get up and push myself, crying in private (because I'm not a cryer...I'm NOT!). I've gone to church the past two Sundays (even though I can't do anything but listen). I made dinner tonight for the first time in 3 weeks, and I have even cleaned the kitchen a few times (minus the floors...hence, the food that's been there for days). I ventured over to Toys R Us with Carly yesterday (asked my mom to meet me there since it was my first outing alone). I've done some laundry and even dusted the living room. I got to take a real shower for the first time the other day. I just wanted to stay in it all morning. It felt so good! I even took a bath last night and was able to get in it and out of it all by myself. Kids have gotten breakfast served by me the past two mornings and I have been able to pick up Ethan from school the past few days too.

Life is getting better. Things are still really hard to do and extremely more time consuming than normal, but I can at least do them now. I'm hoping that I'll be able to decorate for Christmas in a nice clean house with clean carpets (which is another thing that I need to get done so it can stop bugging me). I don't have any hopes for Thanksgiving this year except that someone other than me will throw it at their house and make a killer turkey. I know that this is kind of a down and out post. I've just been having a hard time lately and let's face it, life isn't always so wonderful like people portray in blog land. I'm trying to stay positive and really focus on the stuff I CAN do rather than the stuff I can't. If that can't make me happy, then maybe the Scooby Doo bandaids I'm sporting on my knee will.

KNEE SURGERY UPDATE:

I had my post op appointment on Friday. It was rather uneventful. I was expecting the doctor to actually touch my knee and try to bend it or whatever, but nothing... just a look and a "you can now shower, try to walk, here's a referral for Physical Therapy, and I want to see you in two weeks." visit. Hmmmm...that's all??? The nurse pulled my staples out. The first two felt good. Like scratching an itch. The second two hurt pretty bad. After that I was dreading the long incision staple extraction, which to my surprise didn't hurt at all because I was actually numb and couldn't feel a thing.

I got a new knee brace that isn't very comfortable, but I wouldn't try to walk without it. It gives me some piece of mind. It's supposed to help keep my knee cap in place while I try walking and whatnot...I'm not sure how long I will be sporting this new look, but I need to find some pants that will fit around it since the weather is actually beginning to feel like fall (nevermind that we had 80 degree weather on Saturday, November 6th, in Sacramento...weird!) and I've been wearing shorts since the beginning of June.

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I also have been having a lot of swelling (once again, something I didn't realize would happen after surgery). My leg is huge and my ankle just might explode. It's so gross, but apparently is normal...just need to start walking to get the blood to circulate better:

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I decided to take off the tape the doctor told me to leave on for a week (unless it falls off). It would catch on the brace every time I took it off or put it on. Now I'm sporting the Scooby Doo bandaids, but I was able to take this picture before I bandaged it all up again:

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I think that it's going to look pretty good once it's healed. I don't even know how much of a scar I will have, but one thing is for sure...I am pretty proud of all my battle scars and I will be able to share with my grandkids someday how back in the day, they actually had to cut a person open to do surgery on them.

Life is getting back to normal. I know that it is going to take awhile and I need to have patience. I do know this...it's hard to exercise patience when I feel like that's all I've done and I don't want to do it anymore. I titled this post the Positivity Police because I'm giving myself a ticket for not being positive, but I'm on the downhill side of the mountain now and am hoping that my posts become a little more sarcastic and funny rather than down and depressing...those are more fun to read anyway.

Friday, November 5, 2010

In the News!

I know I've mentioned how awesome my babysitter is many times throughout this blog, but now it's official. She has made it to the news! The Sacramento Bee to be exact. Apparently while she was being interviewed for the article, she kept saying "Mrs. Durling this and Mrs. Durling that". The reporter finally said, "Do you think I could talk to Mrs. Durling?" Sure enough, I got a phone call and was happy to help contribute to this article. We have been really blessed to have Katie as our babysitter. She truely is an amazing girl!

You can read the article here:

http://www.sacbee.com/2010/10/26/3131074/perfect-baby-sitter-engages-kids.html

Or, I've copied and pasted it below:

Baby Sitter Engages Kids With Physical, Mental Activity


By Sam McManis
smcmanis@sacbee.com

Published: Tuesday, Oct. 26, 2010 - 12:00 am | Page 1D

She darts from child to child, never letting either boy out of her sight on the play structure for a nanosecond. She laughs delightedly, cautions mildly, praises frequently.

"Good choices, please," she says when 5-year-old Greyson Wright picks up a twig and wields it like a light saber.

"All the way on now, bud," she coos at Greyson's 2-year-old brother, MacGuire, scrambling up the park's teeter-totter, as she gently places her palm on his back to support his budding autonomy.

And when Greyson, flush with little-boy daring, decides to stand, surferlike, on the wobbly swing, she brightly scolds, "Is that how we sit on a swing? Can you sit on your bottom, please?" When he complies, she bubbles out "Awesome!" while glancing back at curly-locked MacGuire, sitting safe and docile amid the spongy wood chips.

At no time, please note, did the sitter actually sit.

Fully engaged, thoroughly engaging, Katie Mersereau is the living, breathing, giggling manifestation of the ideal teenage baby sitter.

Did we mention that she never, ever succumbs and turns on the TV while on the job? Or that she always cooks dinner for her charges, has a bulging arts-and-crafts activity bag o' tricks that would make Martha Stewart jealous, leads kiddie tutorials on cookie- making and – this is too much, we know, but true – cleans the house before the parents return?

She's a pro, this sitter. Charges reasonable rates, too. Yup, a real find.

Does it matter that she's only 14 and a freshman at Granite Bay High School?

With her bright-green braces that sparkle whenever she smiles, her coltish gait and perky ponytail, her Mickey Mouse T-shirt and multihued sneakers, you might be excused for wondering if the baby sitter needs a sitter herself.

But age is no sure gauge of baby-sitting prowess. Fourteen or 64, a good sitter needs the right balance of discipline and disposition, patience and playfulness. Skills from CPR to diaper-changing are vital, too, but experts say much of sitting is intuitive. Some people are just born to nurture.

"They need enough maturity and self-possession to keep themselves in control," said Sally Herrholz, executive director of Safe Sitter, a nonprofit based in Indianapolis. "They need to be in charge and understand it's a job, yet they must love kids and (relate) on their level."

Lori Capaul, a professor of human development and family at Sierra College in Rocklin, said that within reason she would never set a minimum – or maximum – age for a sitter.

"One of my best baby sitters, a neighbor next door, happens to be 14," Capaul said. "She totally has it together. Whereas I (know another girl) that same age and I'm like, 'Oh, I don't think so.' She'd be texting and not watching the kids."

Still, Katie may be something of a baby-sitting prodigy. Her mother, Lori Mersereau, remembers her as a toddler imitating, act by act, her mother's caring for her baby brother, A.J.

"Whatever I was doing, she'd do it with her doll," Mersereau said. "If it was changing, she'd change the doll. If I was nursing, she'd nurse. When I was pregnant, she put the doll under her shirt. At 2 1/2, she already was playing Mommy."

And so it came to pass that, at the grand old age of 12, Katie began her sitting career.

It was for a family, the Durlings, with four children, 6 months to 10 years old. Katie had already performed admirably in a trial run of sorts, helping the mother, Rachael, tend to the brood during a trip to SunSplash, the water park in Roseville.

Rachael Durling was so impressed that she hired Katie to watch the kids while she and her husband went out for the night.

"I felt really comfortable with her sitting without adult supervision," Durling said. "But my husband was very, very nervous. Katie'd just recently turned 12. My husband called our neighbor and said, 'Can you please go over there in an hour and check on her?'

"Sure enough, when we got home, (the neighbor) reported to us at the end of the night, 'You don't need to worry about that girl you hired. She had everything under control. She had all the kids on the couch playing a game.' "

For her part, Katie recalled being "a little worried" staying alone with four kids but "pretty confident." She made mac 'n' cheese for dinner and got the kids to bed on time.

"My dinners have gotten slightly more elaborate since then," she said, laughing. "I've got the routine down."

Parents, who for epochs have struggled to find the right match – a responsible yet fun sitter – for their little ones might be forgiven at this point for putting the newspaper down and trying to contact this sitting superstar from Orangevale with the soul of Dr. Spock and the energy of Elmo.

Sorry. You're out of luck. Three families routinely vie for Katie's services – and her time is limited, between her high school cross country team, a competitive soccer team, her professional tap dance company and her steady stream of homework. She can usually squeeze in a Friday night or a Sunday afternoon, if scheduling allows.

But Katie said she doesn't want her busy life to crowd out sitting. A standard lament from adults who have found the perfect sitter is that the window of employment ceases after those 13-to-16-year-old golden years. Once teens get their driver's licenses, get a boyfriend or a girlfriend, social life can supplant sitting life.

Katie shook her as if to say, "That's not me."

"I find (sitting) more of a getaway to just enjoy myself and spend the time with kids," Katie said. "If you don't like the kids, if you are just there to make the money, you're not being a successful baby sitter. I'm here to help. It's their parents' time to go enjoy themselves and my turn to entertain them."

Capaul, the Sierra College child development professor, said parents need to suss out a potential sitter's motive for seeking the job.

"It seems like an oxymoron, but you have to take the job seriously but also have lots of fun," Capaul said. "Parents can tell right away whether the person truly likes a child or not. That's hard to fake."

Durling, who sometimes has to call other sitters when Katie is unavailable, said she has eliminated some candidates for insufficient enthusiasm.

"I'm a Facebook friend with some of these girls, and things they post like, 'Oh, I'm baby-sitting again, it's so boring' are good to know. I'm glad they posted that. Now I can know not to call them."

Katie, on the other hand, is so child-centered that she refuses to turn on the television, even after she has put the kids to bed.

"I'm really strong about no TV," she said. "There's a whole world of options rather than having little couch potatoes for five hours. You need to come prepared. Walking in there and asking, 'OK, what do you want to do today?' you're going to get an insane amount of ideas from each kid. But if you have something planned that will keep them engaged for an hour, it smooths things over."

Among the weapons of mass distraction in Katie's bag o' tricks: glitter, crayons, construction paper, board games. Other activities include cookie-making or sports. Katie's big on sports; it tires out the little ones.

"The great thing about Katie," said Kathy Wright, mother of the active Greyson and MacGuire, "is that she keeps them occupied and happy but makes sure she's using the proper discipline we (parents) want."

Being adaptable to parents' idiosyncracies and house rules is crucial to a sitter's success, Safe Sitter's Herrholz said. She added that a sitter should never resort to spanking or yelling at a child.

"Baby sitters are substitute parents, and there are more constructive techniques to deal with possible conflicts," she said.

Katie said she defuses sibling squabbles or minor insubordination to the sitter with a reward system – maybe an extra cookie or a few extra minutes awake before bedtime. She uses timeouts to soothe the savage toddler.

"When they fight (each other), you separate them and go through the problem and have them apologize to each other," she said.

She can be stern when needed, though.

"I try to be as positive as possible," Katie said, "but certain things set me off."

At last, here it is: some dirt on the so-called perfect baby sitter!

"When they go near the oven, that's a big thing for me," she said. "That's where I draw the line. We've never had a problem. I cook dinner. The rule is, no one goes in the kitchen. If you go in the kitchen, no cookie. I don't want anything to happen."


BABY-SITTING TIPS

For parents ...

• Interview prospective sitters: "When I was younger and working as a nanny while studying child development," said Lori Capaul, professor of human development and family at Sierra College, "I was surprised at the lack of questions parents would ask. I thought, wait, I could be some crazy person. You don't know me."

• Make sure they know first aid and CPR: "Anybody who's responsible for children needs that basic training and specifically needs to know how to rescue a choking infant or child and knows how to keep them safe," said Sally Herrholz, executive director of Safe Sitter. "We think it should be a community standard."

For sitters ...

How young is too young? "Every baby sitter needs to screen every job to decide whether it's a job they are capable of," said Herrholz. "Maybe someone (younger) could handle watching one preschooler for a couple of hours, but that same person couldn't handle watching several children for a long time or watching really young children."

Don't get distracted: "No texting friends. No talking on the phone. No watching your favorite TV shows," Capaul said.

• Be consistent with the parents' rules: "Make sure you follow the parents' rules and guidelines," Capaul said. "The kids have to see that you, the sitter, respects the parents' wishes. You don't want the kids playing you against the parents."

• Avoid corporal punishment: "Never, ever spank or hit a child, even if the parents give you permission to spank," Herrholz said. "There are other techniques, like turning things into a game. If someone's stubborn about picking up the toys or whatever, make it fun and, amazingly, the kids will usually go along."

• Tell the parents what happened, but be sensitive: "Never tell a parent when they come home that they missed some big developmental milestone," Capaul said. "Don't say, 'Oh my God, your kid took their first step!' because the parent will just die. I made this mistake myself. I told a mom, 'The baby rolled over.' I was so excited. As soon as I said it, I knew I'd made the biggest mistake."

– Sam McManis

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Halloween and More!

I've been wanting to do a post that talked about my kids (I know...so boring). I wanted to write about how they are at this present time. The things they like, things about their personality, and things they've accomplished. I used to have a paper for each child taped to my desk that whenever any milestone was reached or anything worth noting happened, I would jot it down in hopes that it would someday make it into their scrapbooks. Since I've had absolutely NO time to work on scrapbooks (I think I've made it to Raya's 3rd year), I better put it here on my blog so I can have some account of how cute (or hard), they are (were).

Since I wanted to share Halloween pic's, I figured I would just incorporate my idea into this post. So here goes nothing...


RAYA aka Mad Hatter Girl Version (From Alice in Wonderland)

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It was hard to get a costume picked out for this girl. I cannot believe all the skanky outfits that we got to choose from. There was seriously two costumes from probably 50 that were appropriate for any lady.

Raya got to go to her first friend Halloween party this year. Her friend Lauren from school and soccer invited about 40 kids to her house to PAR-TAY! And Raya had an absolute blast! She couldn't stop talking about it. There were many contests and would you believe that Raya won the BEST COSTUME contest? That's right...she worked her modest costume and came home with an Oscar style Headless Skeleton Trophy for Best Costume. On actual Halloween, she went out with Lauren for some other Trick or Treating fun where she was able to go fishing, catch a trout, watch someone cook it and eat it too. Another fun filled night with her friend Lauren.

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Raya is now in the 6th grade. She is doing well in school and enjoys being there. Right now she has been doing many fundraisers to earn money for Science Camp. It will be 4 days of pure fun in the bay area in January...Cost: $325...Anyone need any Yankee Candles???

Raya is a HUGE help with the kids especially since I've had surgery on my knee. She is brave when it comes to helping me in the shower. No kid at her age really wants to see her parents naked, but she steps up and helps me in need. I told her that I know it's totally gross, but I appreciate her to the moon and back. I also told her that if she wants to be a nurse someday, she'll need to get used to it.

Raya loves to sing. She's like her mother that way. I always hear her in her room belting out some sort of tune. She's in choir at school and really enjoys it as well.

Raya also is a Soccer RockStar! She is amazing on the field and defends her goal like non-other. Just last weekend I got to watch her do some crazy footwork on the field. it was awesome!

Raya is very emotional. She is very sensitive to anything these days and I often find myself thinking "Are you serious? Give me a break!" But I totally understand. She is approaching womanhood (if you know what I mean) and is very sensitive. It's something we have to work through I guess...

Raya just recently said to me that turning 12 is going to be the best year for 5 reasons. They are:

1. I get a cell phone (yes, Patrick promised this to her over a year ago and now he has to fess it up in about 6 months...he's not looking forward to it, nor am I.)

2. I get to babysit

3. It's one year away from being a teenager (oh, help me please!)

4. I get to go to Young Woman's (Organization at church for girls ages 12-17)

5. (oh, I can't remember this one....)

I am really grateful for my little lady Raya. She is turning into an amazing young woman and I couldn't be prouder (you know, in a non-proud way)!

MALIA aka THE CHEERLESS LEADER

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Yes my friends, you read that right, she was a cheerLESS leader (hence the non-smile)

Malia also got to experience her first friend Halloween Party at her friend Elora's house. There were about 20 3rd graders there and she knew 2, but said that she made friends with some other girls while she was there. It's amazing to me when I think of this child of mine as a young toddler, I would never have guessed she would make friends so easily or feel comfortable going to a party where she knew almost no-one. She sure has come a long way from that little girl who would never EVER leave my side or look anyone in the eye and heaven forbid talk to anyone.

Malia is in the 3rd grade. She has been struggling with attention problems in school. She was originally in a rapid learner program at the beginning of the school year but because she was having a hard time staying focused and the class was excelling far more rapidly than your average 3rd grade class, we took her out and put her into regular 3rd grade curriculum. By doing that, the stress level dropped immensely and a smile returned to Malia's face. She's still struggling with focusing issues, but we are working through them.

Malia has been rocking the soccer field too. It has been said (not just by her parents), that she is the best defender the Lava Girlz have...and she is great especially since this is her first year playing (besides when she played at age 4).

Malia loves to play with nail polish and makeup. I often find her and Carly giving eachother makeovers in their bedroom. Of course I have found red nail polish on the bedroom's tan carpet...but I'm over that now...really, I am.

Malia loves to read. Actually I have to tell her to go and read, but when she starts, she doesn't like to stop. Now if I could just get her to pick up that book on her own.

Malia's favorite food right now is: Candy and Chicken and Noodles

Malia's favorite TV show right now is: She doesn't have one. She doesn't really watch TV and said that it was a good thing.

Malia's favorite subject in school right now is: Social Studies

Malia's favorite thing to do right now is: Make up stories

Malia's favorite dessert right now is: Ice Cream and Cinnamon Rolls

Malia is the loudest kid in the house. She is constantly being told to be quiet. When she is excited she has a body shake and a funny sound she makes...When this happens, we know something exciting is happening to her...it's rather amusing to watch.

Even though Malia has a hard time listening, I understand that it's her age and that Raya was once like this too. She is pretty responsible and for the most part, makes good choices. We are working on many things with her, but that is what our jobs as parents are for right?

ETHAN aka JANGO FETT

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I need to come up with a poster that says:

"Everything I ever needed to know, I learned from Star Wars"

Ethan is a walking Star Wars encyclopedia. The funny part is, is that he became one without ever have watching a movie, reading a book, or doing any online research. The kid learned everything from the Lego Star Wars Wii game. He seriously amazes me with the knowledge he has about Star Wars. Since then, he has seen almost all the movies and has read many books about it. So when it came time to pick out his costume, I wouldn't have expected anything other than something Star Wars. I was thinking Darth Vader or Luke Skywalker or some other major character, but NO, this kid picks Jango Fett...I actually had to look him up to find out who he was. Apparently Jango Fett is a Bounty Hunter...interesting.

Ethan is a very smart boy. He is in kindergarten and has probably excelled over some first graders. He knows how to read, he knows how to add, subtract, and is working on multiplication facts. The kid already knows how to tell time on an analog clock, and has a memory like none other. His memory has limit though...One could ask him what 3x3 was and he will rattle off the answer, but if you ask him where he put his shoes...that's a different story.

Ethan is such a loving little boy. He is always offering up hugs and kisses and telling me he loves me. He is also turning into the "natural boy". You know, the one where with every ending of a sentence the word "fart" or "burp" are included.

Ethan's favorites:

Food: Pancakes and Waffles

TV Show: Caillou

Movie: Star Wars

Dessert: All kinds of Candy, like chocolate and suckers

Thing to Do: Play soccer and get some exercise and have light saber battles

Favorite Thing at School: Do playtime with Logan Stockett

Favorite Sport: Soccer (which he is amazing at. Goalie and Striker...he rocks!)

I love my little man. He is learning to not be a crybaby (which has been a blessing since he was the biggest one around), and is growing up way too fast! I've had many compliments from other parents who help out in his class. They tell me how smart he is and want to know my secret. There is no secret, the kid is just naturally like that. Of course we got the progress report from the teacher which stated he was advanced in all subjects but that he had a hard time staying focused and knowing what was going on...of course, we knew that...he gets it from his dad...Hehehe

CARLY aka LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD (or Red as she calls it)

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Carly is soooo cute and when you ask her "how did you get so cute?" She promptly replies "Because my mommy made me." It took me awhile to get her to say that but it's so totally true!!! ;-)

Carly is another one of those bright kids. At the ripe age of 2.5years old, she can already recognize all the letters of the alphabet and can tell you most of the sounds of them. She also can count up to 30 (to put things into perspective, kindergartners need only to count to 20). I wish I can say that I've spent many hours working with her on these talents, but I cannot. In fact, I have to give the credit to PBS. Yes, shows like Super Why (her absolute favorite) and Word World (her second favorite) She also LOVES to sing. It is hilarious to watch her. She gets Raya to play the piano and she gets up on the fireplace with the Wii microphone and starts belting out Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. She has a good tune too. She loves to dance and bug her brother Ethan (which she is really good at). She has a scream that will pierce your ears like non-other and she talks about her Birthday all day everyday. She knows how to spell her entire name (including her middle), she knows when her birthday is, and she can tell you how old she is and how old she will be when she actually has her birthday. Carly is the only child I've had that when she is tired, she will ask if she can close her eyes OR she will go get in her bed and go to sleep. She also enjoys milk. She will drink milk in lew of a meal any day. She still loves to wake up in the middle of the night and climb into bed with me. I know it's because she gets cold, but she refuses to wear any pajamas. In fact, she prefers to run around in her underware all day long (which I let her so don't be surprised when you stop by, she's in her tighty whities).

I have to give a big thanks to my dad. He called me and asked me if he could buy the kids their costumes this year. I tried to talk him out of it asking him if he had seen the prices that costumes run. He assured me that he wanted to do this, so I let him....$150 later we were out the door. Thank you dad, because I didn't have to worry about costumes at all which was super helpful since I decided to have surgery right before Halloween.

I took this picture of the kids at a photo shoot I did earlier this month. I thought it turned out rather cute for not getting my kids dressed up and making it all professional. I love my kids. They are amazing little Rascals!

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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Lateral Release with a Tightning

**WARNING!!! YOU ARE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON A JOURNEY THAT IS NOT ONLY GROSS TO READ BUT HAS GRAPHIC PICTURES TO BOOT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!**


I guess I should start out with a Facebook Message Patrick posted on my wall. It read:

"For those who don't know, Rachael is having surgery to make her less sexy. Her sexiness level was getting too high and all the hoots and hollers were getting annoying. Frankly, it just wasn't fair to you other women out there either, knowing that no matter how good you looked, Rachael looked better."

It is true...I had surgery, but unfortunately it wasn't to become less sexy, but to fix a problem I've been battling since I was a teenager. 20 years to be exact. A very common problem in teenaged girls with Patella Dislocation. Because the outer side of the quad muscle develops more rapidly than the inside part of the quad, it can pull your knee cap out of place with any slight abnormal movement. My parents took me to the doctor for this condition, but for whatever reason, it was never fully taken care of. Because it wasn't really painful (just made me panic), I lived with it...I lived with it, until it stopped popping back into place on its own.

I knew that I was going to need surgery. How else would they fix a 20 year old problem. After a MRI and X-Rays (which both showed a partial dislocation), the doctor sure enough told me that surgery was my best option at this point. He basically said that the physical therapy and knee brace ship had sailed long ago. Basically your knee cap sits in a groove of connected bones. This groove allows for the knee cap to move up and down with your tendons as you bend your knee. The doctor told me that I have an abnormally shallow groove, which could possibly be part of the reason my knee cap dislocated so frequently. I guess after the surgery was over, he told Patrick that I really don't have a groove at all. It's basically flat and unfortunately that is something that cannot be fixed because it's where all the cartilage is and if you mess with that, then you will for sure develop arthritis...

Unfortunately shortly after knee surgery was scheduled, I started to experience some crazy pain in my other knee. This knee actually hurt and I was really concerned about healing from the surgery on it. So I headed back to the doctor who got to hear the disgusting crinkling sound that my knee made every time I bent it. She was concerned that I had torn a tendon so she sent me off to get another MRI and sure enough, I had some tearing of my tendon. Normally they would put a knee immobilizer on, but since I was having surgery, that was not an option. We let the surgeon make the final call on whether or not to continue with the surgery, and his words were "You're going to need one good knee to heal on, so you better fix one so you can heal the other." And so, surgery was back on.

On Wednesday, Oct 20th, I got up and got the kids ready for school, kissed them good-bye and Patrick and I headed over to Sutter Surgery Center (while my mom watched Carly). The check in was fast and everything seemed to progress rather quickly.
I wasn't really nervous at all. In fact, I really enjoyed reading my book while waiting my turn to go under the knife:

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I was all smiles and remembered that it was going to be awhile before I could bend my knee the way it was in this picture:

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All of sudden, the anesthesiologist, and nurse, were there asking me questions and it was time to head to the surgery room. The anesthesiologist gave me 30 milligrams of something (can't remember exactly) but it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked up and said "Did you guys give me something because I feel really weird." The doctor was quite shocked that whatever he gave me affected me the way it did and made a comment to the nurse that he would need to watch that during surgery. I started to feel better and then we walked to the room (making a pit stop on the way)...I haven't walked since...

It was rather interesting...I remember the table being so small and thinking that I could totally fall off of it and then a lady who was dressed from head to toe in scrubs...where I could only see her eyes, said to me "You look really familiar. Do your kids go to Pershing?" I said yes and that I wish I could say that she looked familiar too, but all I could see was her eyes. Sure enough her son and Malia are in the same class at school and her older daughter was in the same class as Raya last year...small world.

The last thing I remember after I climbed up on the table was one of the doctors asking me if they could rock out to Lady Gaga...I think I laughed...I don't remember for sure because I was gone...

I woke up looking like this:

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(thank goodness Patrick was able to capture these moments right? I think there is video too...better hunt that down and destroy it...hehe)

Yes, I was crying...I remember saying that I didn't know why I was crying because I wasn't a cryer...and Patrick thought that I was just in sooo much pain that I couldn't help myself. I guess it's an effect of the anesthesia. I actually remember crying uncontrollably when Ethan was born and didn't understand, so this made sense. I don't think I opened my eyes once the whole time I was in recovery. I remember a nurse coming into the room and telling me to breath. I guess I was holding my breath. I remember getting into the car (that was a nightmare) and I remember trying to use crutches to get into the house (another nightmare). Then, the next four days are really a blur. The pain medication they gave me literally knocked me out and if I was awake, it was because I had to use the restroom (which I held for as long as I could). The medication made me super dizzy. I wanted to get off those meds ASAP! And I did. About a week later, I was solely on regular Tylenol and Ibuprofen. The only view I had for that first week was basically this:

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I had an appointment with the nurse to change my bandages 1 week post surgery. I was getting really claustrophobic (I mean, who wouldn't? Look at that wrapping job!). It was the first time I got to see what my knee looked like. It was rather gross:

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(The doctors initials are still on my leg...he signs his work...like every artist, I guess ;)

I was so hoping I would get waterproof bandages so that I could at least take a "real" shower, but I had no such luck. Thank goodness for awesome neighbors who would not only wash and dry my hair for me, but pick me up and help me into her car even though she probably saw my butt crack and feed me icecream when we were done:

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Honestly, this past week (almost 2 weeks post surgery), I've been getting rather ancy. I really just want to walk. Crutches are lame for more than one reason. First of all, they hurt! They hurt my underarms, they hurt my forearms, and they stink like rubber... They also prevent me from doing anything with my hands while I'm walking. I actually braved washing my sheets and putting them on my bed...it took me over 30 minutes just to put the fitted sheet on. I've decided that I won't do that again, until I can actually walk. If I want to eat and no one is around, I have to eat standing up, because I cannot carry anything while I'm walking...most of the time I just don't eat, or I wait until Patrick gets home from work. And the last lame thing is, I can't drive...that doesn't have too much to do with crutches, but I cannot bend my knee enough to get myself into the car. It's kind of sucking...I'm really ready to be done.


So my ace bandage has been rather itchy these days. I've taken it off a few times to air it out or show my battle wounds to those who have strong stomachs. I decided to take a side by side picture tonight after showing my knee to my little brother. Here it is:

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and a closeup of the 8 staples in my leg (I actually have 15 staples, this is just the larger of the wounds):

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I've been worried about the swelling. I didn't expect it to go down over night, but you would think after 2 weeks, swelling would be minimal. Guess not, my knee is the size of a cantaloupe, but I have noticed that the swelling has come down a bit, so I'm hopeful! I had to get fitted for a knee brace the other day. The guy fitted it on my right knee and then went up a size due to the swelling...I think it's going to hurt when I have to put that on.


My next appointment is in 3 days. I will be getting staples removed and hopefully I will be told that I can actually shower normally, and I'm hoping that my knee will bend enough for me to be able to drive and the biggest thing I am hoping for, is that I will be able to walk without the aid or minimal aid of crutches...Please pray for my sanity...for it is almost gone. Thank you...