The Important Stuff

It is ironic, because I wrote this post last week, and so much of it is applicable again. If you didn't read it, or don't want to click over, the first paragraph was this:

Life's map sure has it's share of twists and turns. You think you know exactly where you are and where you are going and then someone comes over and points out that you have the map upside down. Or the cosmic forces come and shake the map, and all the roads and way points get all jumbled up. Or sometimes, everything is still right where it was, but the signs are suddenly in a foreign language.

We had a few of those twists and turns yesterday. Yesterday, less than 5 miles into our trip north for 5 days of camping, the trailer, that my dad was pulling in front of us, started to shimmy back and forth. My dad and my mom and Dash were riding in the truck pulling the trailer. The Mr., Violet, Jack Jack and myself, were in the car, following behind. The trailer shimmy got worse and worse and every time, I thought it couldn't possibly get worse, it did, until the truck and the trailer were both fishtailing across 5 lanes of traffic on a major California Highway.

I wasn't even sure I wanted to write this post, because, to be quiet honest, I replayed the scene so many times in my head yesterday and last night, that I wasn't sure I wanted to see it again as I wrote. But, maybe, by writing it, I can get it out and keep it out. Because, the ending could have been much, much worse.

As I watched the truck and the trailer I kept hoping that my dad would be able to get it back under control. The Mr. knew better, he knew it was too far gone for that. But, I was hoping and praying and muttering "oh no, oh no, Oh NO!" At the same time I was hoping, I also thought that it was likely that another car was going to hit them. And I was bracing myself for that. And then, that didn't happen. All the cars stopped. And then, the trailer began to tip and as it did, the truck began to tip, and I thought the whole thing was going over. And then, that didn't happen. The trailer broke loose and crashed on it's side on the highway and the truck stayed upright. And then, it crashed into the median. And then it was done.

The Mr. ran across 5 lanes of traffic to get to them. I told Violet and Jack Jack to stay in the car and gave Violet a bag of things to occupy her brother with and then ran across as well. My parents were shaken. Dash was shaken. But, there were no visible injuries other than a slight bump of Dash's head, we think from an elbow. Someone told me to call 911, but my hands were shaking so bad that I didn't think I could do it. I had to run back to my own car and sit down before I could even figure out how to operate my phone.

They were all right. The firemen checked them over. My mom went to the hospital as a precaution because her chest hurt. It was a bruise from the seat belt. But, thank goodness for the seat belt. Dash just had a bruise by his eye, but we had ice in the cooler in the back of the truck. My Dad was mostly just shaken, and felt terrible. I was just glad they were safe.

This is the trailer, it broke completely off the base. It looks terrible, but the fact that it broke, probably saved the whole truck from turning over.

Oddly enough, my best friend through school, my maid of honor in my wedding, happened to be driving through and saw us and stopped and helped us get some of the stuff we needed out of the truck and into her car, which she then delivered later, along with hugs and offers of anything else we might need.

My heart did not stop hurting until long after we were all back at my parent's house. I stayed busy helping clean out the now destroyed trailer and saving all the food and things that could be saved out of it. I stayed busy, because when I wasn't busy, I kept seeing it again and again and again. I have almost made it stop now. We went out to dinner and ordered whatever we wanted without guilt. We came home and had s'mores and beer around my parent's fire pit.


We were given a very generous offer by my mom's friend of use of their condo on the beach and we are going to take her up on that for a couple days starting tomorrow. We will relax and remember that a camping trip ending too soon is disappointing, the damage done to the truck will be fixed, the trailer is destroyed beyond repair and that is sad, but there are so many things more important than that stuff. And here is the last paragraph of that almost prophetic post:

So, we are here. And soon we will be waaayyy over there. And it will be good. Or it might not be. Because sometimes life is like that. But, I like to think that even when you can't read the map, and you feel a little lost (or a lot lost), that if you just keep moving forward, you will get somewhere. And "Somewhere" might not be where you expected, but it is still your "Here." And your journey to Here, might just be the thing that makes you stronger and more appreciative of the people who are on the road with you.

"Because sometimes life is like that."

"And your journey to Here, might be the thing that makes you stronger and more appreciative of the people who are on the road with you."

Happy Tired

We just spent two days, and much of our money at Disneyland and California Adventures. It was a ton of fun. I wasn't sure how much the kids would like California Adventures, but it was well worth it and there were a lot less people and shorter lines to make it even better.

Today we are recuperating from all the fun AND getting ready to leave for some camping in the mountains. I have a couple substantial posts floating around in my brain, but I think they are going to have to wait. So, until then, enjoy the pictures.

The Incredible Family about to start Day #1

Mom and Dash about to Ride Dumbo

Daddy even got Jack Jack on a Roller Coaster

Jumping Jellyfish! Jack Jack liked going up high WAY more than mom did.

The Mr. and I in front of the street that went on forever.

Violet's name actually starts with this letter

Those brave enough to ride the Tower of Terror (plus, a small someone who felt left out and was running to get into the picture).

Finally

I made this calendar, because 4 year-olds don't have a very good sense of time. All he knew was that we were going to Disneyland and it was soon, so every time we got ready to get in the car, he figured we must be on the way to the airport. Well, before those X's began to mark off the dates, that was all he could think about. Explaining days to him didn't work. So, we needed a visual.

I am not a very good artist, but I made it and it worked. And Jack Jack got to mark the previous day as complete, when he got up in the morning. So, every morning he would wake up (usually sometime between 5 and 5:45 am) and announce that he needed to go "MARK THE DAY!" And then he got to draw a star on the current day.

And finally, he got to draw a star on "Airplane Day!" Unfortunately there are still hours until we leave for the airport, so I hope Jack Jack and Dash don't lose their minds before then. It also seems that I still have some packing to do. And some cleaning to do. So, why am I sitting here blogging and twittering and facebooking? Oh, because I haven't finished my coffee yet, and nothing gets done before that cup of coffee is complete.

You Are Here

Life's map sure has it's share of twists and turns. You think you know exactly where you are and where you are going and then someone comes over and points out that you have the map upside down. Or the cosmic forces come and shakes the map, and all the roads and way points get all jumbled up. Or sometimes, everything is still right where it was, but the signs are suddenly in a foreign language.

I felt like my spring and early summer contained some of all of those map confusers. At yet, here we are, safely into July already. We survived the Great Kidney Stone Drama of 2009. The Mr. is on the road to recovery and feeling much better. He is not in pain, he is not on meds and in a couple months they will run some tests to see if they can find out what caused the stones so we don't ever have to go through that again. His doctor, proclaimed that he was the toughest stone case he had ever had. Lucky us.

Baseball season ended last week with Dash's team winning the Championship tournament. They were not the best team going in, but they went on a winning streak at just the right time. His league is not one of those in which everyone gets a trophy. Only the top two teams in the season and the tournament walk away with one. And so, this smile and this trophy were great prizes:


Today is Violet's last day of summer school, one high school credit earned. Even as busy as she has been, she told me that this has been "the best summer ever!" The reason? because she spends all of summer school with her friends, and then sees her friends again at soccer practice, and then, tries to plan as many opportunities to see her friends again. The Best Summer EVER! Wow.

We are getting ready for our trek west. We had to rearrange our plans a little bit. We had been planning, since last summer, a four day backpacking trip in the Sierras. We had been buying the gear, planning our routes, planning the food... And then, first of all, my grandparents got sick. They were going to watch Jack Jack for us. But, my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer (they got it all, but she will need radiation) and my grandpa just had a double bypass and valve replacement. And so, they were going to be in no shape to watch a very mischievous 4 year old. We recruited a couple other relatives, but I was really worried about how he would do. He has been such a mama's boy, and he doesn't know these other relatives as well.

And then, it took 3 surgeries to get the Mr.'s kidney stones out (5 total, 2 for one side and 3 for the second side). Three surgeries and another week of being very uncomfortable with a stent in place. The stent is out. But, the Mr. has spent so much time laid up, unable to do very much at all and hopped up on pain meds, that when he went for a 20 minute walk the other day, he was ready for a nap by the time he was done. We had to take a realistic look at our plans and understand that there was no way he was going to be ready for 6 mile hikes, in the mountains, with a 30 pound pack on his back in a week and a half. So, very sadly, we decided that this was not the year for the backpacking trip.

We explained to our disappointed children, that sometimes life is like that. And it is ok to be disappointed. But, there is nothing you can do, but be flexible and make changes and move on. We are going to take a camping trip instead, with some day hikes and s'mores. And Jack Jack will be able to come with us. And we will still have fun and our backpacks will be ready for us the next summer. But, we are also going to be spending some time with the Mouse at Disneyland for two days, so I am sure that all of us will somehow survive this small disappointment.

So, we are here. And soon we will be waaayyy over there. And it will be good. Or it might not be. Because sometimes life is like that. But, I like to think that even when you can't read the map, and you feel a little lost (or a lot lost), that if you just keep moving forward, you will get somewhere. And "Somewhere" might not be where you expected, but it is still your "Here." And your journey to Here, might just be the thing that makes you stronger and more appreciative of the people who are on the road with you.

You Will LOVE Alice

OK, I am sooo over the top excited about this. It might be a little bit wrong to be this excited about the delivery of household goods. But, I am. And I am not apologizing either. But, if you go to Alice.com you will totally see what I mean. My sister-in-law and I were just gushing over this together. Our excitement was completely overwhelming.

Alice.com is a website the promises the free delivery of household goods. It saves all of your favorites and you can even pick how often Alice should remind you to reorder items, like toilet paper. Amazingly enough, the very same day that I heard about this site, we were down to one roll of toilet paper, for 4 bathrooms. It gets a little old trying to guess which bathroom actually has the paper in it...

I spent the afternoon adding all my favorite products. I even put in some of the ones I was sure Alice wouldn't have, like Method, but it did! There might have been only one product we use, that they didn't have yet. But, I put in a request for them to add Burts Bees, and hopefully, soon I will see that there too. But, EVERYTHING else was there. And CHEAPER than my local store. With FREE SHIPPING! I don't know the last time I have been this excited about anything.

I placed my first order yesterday afternoon, and I already got a shipment email this morning. I am so very excited about the possibility of having what I need and reminders on when to restock. Sometimes, when I know I need something, it could still take me days to find time to get to the store. But, I always have time to open my front door to find packages that make my life easier.



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See This Face?

See this face? This sweet innocent laughing face? This face that gives me kisses and tells me that he loves me?

Behind that smile, this face is thinking up ways to get himself in trouble. Big trouble. We already know about the concussion, which really wasn't his fault, but he was running away from his big brother after tormenting him in some way.

And then, just a week later, he left the room I was in and was quiet for just a little too long. When I found him, he was in the kitchen, mixing up a concoction in my coffee maker, of coffee grounds, soap, applesauce, sugar AND two bottles of laxatives that were on a REALLY high shelf and he would have had to work REALLY hard to get. Luckily, he had no desire to taste the coffee. But, I was a little worried that if I had to take him back to the ER, CPS might get a phone call.

And then...yesterday. I was taking a shower, the Mr. was in the house somewhere, and during my shower I started to hear some thumping noises. So, as soon as I was done, wrapped in a towel and still wet, I went to check it out. Turns out that same sweet face had climbed all the way to the top of my closet and found my nail polish, that isn't even visible from the ground. He would have had to remember that it was there from watching me put it there. He was in a bathroom trying to wash the nail polish off of his arms and legs. In my room, there was nail polish on the carpet, nail polish on the door frame, nail polish on the wall of my closet. Nail polish remover only worked on Jack Jack and the door frame.

What is going on here? Is he bored? Is he exploring his climbing abilities? I don't know, but I do know, that you can't think of everything that a kid with spider powers could possibly get into. And that face, that face will lull you into trusting and then you walk away and come back to total destruction. There will be no more walking away because there is going to be a Jack Jack lock down around here.

Summertime

This week's You Capture Summer theme was an easy one. Especially since we just spent some time at the beach.

It was a milestone day for Jack Jack, who has been afraid of the water for a few years. Last summer he would barely let his toes touch the water. But, it was so still and so calm, yesterday, that he was super brave.

He also flew through the air into "giant sand pits of doom."

And plotted with his brother on how to build a "wave detector."

All in all, it was a successful summer morning.

Losing My Shorts

I don't talk about it on here very often, if at all. And maybe it is because I feel a little bit embarrassed talking about it when others have had a much harder road than I. My dad lost 50 pounds in the last year. My sister-in-law has lost almost the same. And I am so proud of them. Me, I just needed to feel fit again.

11 years ago, I had just finished up my last season as a collegiate track and cross country athlete. I was fit, I was young and I ate what ever I wanted. Sometimes, after 13 mile weekend runs, we would stop at MacDonalds and get TWO Egg McMuffins and TWO hash browns and dip the whole thing in syrup. And, I never gained any weight. Because, I was young and working out all the time.

Then I got married and had another kid, but I was still coaching high school boys and running with them and the baby weight wasn't an issue. And I still pretty much still ate what I wanted.

Then, I had kid number three. And I stopped coaching because three kids equals no extra time. And I kept running on my own. And I still loved it. But, almost four years later, I was still hanging on to an extra 10 to 15 pounds. It doesn't seem like a lot, and hence my embarrassment for even writing about it publicly, but it was enough to make me feel uncomfortable and not quite confident in my body. Even training for and running marathons, seemed to only make a small dent in the numbers. And then, when marathon training was over, the numbers would creep back up over the winter.

Then, almost three months ago, the Mr. decided that it was time for him to get back into shape and he convinced me that we needed to purchase the P90X workout program. It is made for people who are already pretty athletic, and it is tough. But, I agreed. Each day it works a different set of muscles and it includes a yoga day (which I had already started incorporating into my routine anyway) and weights and push ups and pull ups and 3 days a week of "Ab Ripper X."

So, the Mr. and I started the program. I did not agree to give up running, though, and would still do 30 minutes of running either before or after the hour to an hour and a half of P90X. This meant I was getting up REALLY early in the morning. But, after the first week of feeling like I would not even be able to walk, I could tell that the program was working a lot of muscles that I had neglected when I was just running.

This is not meant to be a P90X commercial. But, I do have to say, that as I am nearing the last few weeks of the 90 days, I feel fitter than I have in a long long time, maybe ever. Not only that, but I actually have muscle definition in my arms which I NEVER had. I am now an addict and I am ok with the fact that some days I am working out almost 2 hours a day. I do take rest days and because life has been so crazy lately, sometimes I take more rest days than I am supposed to. We are eating a little healthier around here, but we have not made significant changes, other than adding more protien and lean meats trying to stay away from junk.

And I have lost weight. It is not the entire 10 to 15 pounds, it is probably only about 7. But, here is the really cool thing: my shorts are falling off of me this summer. I really need to get myself some new shorts, because every pair I put on, I can slide right off without even unbuttoning them. The other day I was carrying Jack Jack across a big field with one hand and foldng chairs with the other and I had to stop and readjust before my shorts fell to my ankes. I can actually see the changes in my arms, my legs and my abs. And that is so cool.

In a couple weeks, I will be done with my 90 days and we will spend some time in California. And then, when I get back, I will be at it again. And hopefully this time, the Mr. will not be having kidney stone issues and can complete the program with me.

Boys of Summer

Last night, my nine-year-old's baseball team, in the first round of the championship tournament, battled back from a 7 run deficit, to win in the last half of the last inning. It was a tough game, made tougher by an ump who had a really tiny strike zone (this coming on the heels of a game in which the ump called a strike if it was anywhere near home plate).


It was made even tougher by the fact that we went from shivering under blankets at every game, to dripping with sweat in 100% humidity and 88 degree temps with NO BREEZE and NO SHADE. Well, at least the boys had a dugout to retreat to.

Both teams really wanted to win. But, in the end, only one team moves on to round two. But, how great is it, and how wonderful in remembering that these are just nine year old boys, that when the game was over, the losing team did not hang their heads. Instead, they did the obligatory "good game" parade, then ran back to their dugout like banshees and ran back out with water balloons. They turned them on themselves first, and then their opponents. And EVERYONE left with smiles on their faces and just a little bit cooler.

Giving Mom a Heart Attack

I was in the middle of a lot of things: folding laundry, sipping my coffee, playing facebook scrabble, checking emails...

Jack Jack and Dash were teasing each other, as they always do, being louder than I would like, but not being mean, so I let it go.

Jack Jack did something to Dash (I didn't see it, who knows what it was) and then ran away. He didn't run far, but ran around the kitchen table and as he rounded the table, stepped one foot on a towel I had placed on our hardwood floor, by the back door, since it had been raining, and people had been taking the dog inside and outside that way.

He stepped one foot on the towel and slipped, as he rounded that corner. And he came down hard on the side of his head. It was loud. But, wood floors are loud. The Mr. heard the impact in the basement. And he also heard Jack Jack start crying, immediately.

But, I was right there, and scooped him up and held him and started looking for bruises and bumps.

I found a bruise popping up already, by the side of his right eye and got some ice.

And I held him.

But, he wouldn't calm down.

So, I turned off the scrabble game and carried him downstairs to show Dad the owie.

Fifteen minutes later, he was calming down, but still very clingy and I noticed he was trying to go to sleep. That made me nervous, so I tried waking him up and bribing him with his favorite things, thinking maybe he was just milking it.

But, as soon as he woke up, he started screaming about his head again and he was pointing to the top of his head, not near his eye, where I had been applying the ice.

And then, he tried to go back to sleep.

That was enough, I packed him in the car and headed off for the ER, a 20 minute drive. Less that 5 minutes into the drive, he started throwing up. And I stopped, cleaned him up the best I could and then continued on, crying and trying not to panic, but kind of wishing I was in an ambulance that could cut through all the traffic that seemed to be moving extra slow, on 2 lane country roads, just for me.

I was trying to keep him awake and talking to me, but I was mostly getting a blank stare.

I brought him into the ER, in just his T shirt and underwear, after I removed his pukey shorts and they got him in right away. He was almost limp, but would whimper when I tried to move him.

The doctor said his eyes looked ok, which was good, but he probably had a concussion. They said I could let him sleep. They said they would give him medicine to stop the vomiting. They said they wanted us to stay for about an hour and observe him. They said because his eyes were ok, they didn't want to do a CT scan. They only do CT scans if they have to because of the worry of the radiation on children's development.

He threw up the oral medicine twice. So they resorted to a shot in his leg. He was asleep when they did it and made the saddest face ever, but then went back to sleep. And I held him. And I rubbed his back. And I kissed him. And I worried. But, I was glad to be worrying in the ER and not at home.

After an hour of the meds in him, they tried to wake him up. He woke up. But was not happy. And was very groggy.

They wanted him to walk. He did, a little, but then threw up again. The doctor said "OK, that is our answer. Let's get a CT scan."

As they prepared to move us to the CT scan, Jack Jack woke up a little bit and started talking to me. That was good. The nurse told him about the "CAT" scan and that it would take pictures of the inside of his head and that there were not any cats in there. Jack Jack said "but, I like cats."

We rode on the bed together. I was a little afraid I would meet one of the nurses that know me so well from all my trips to surgery with the Mr.

He liked the ride on the bed to radiology. He liked the magic doors that looked like they opened without anyone pulling on them. He was perfect in the "Cat scan." And by the time we got our ride back to the ER, he was talking and alert and awake.

He still said his head hurt. He still wanted to lay down on me. And I was ok with that.

The CT scan came back fine and we got to go home with instructions for rest and to watch him for 24 hours and to wake him up during the night. We were told he might still be a little groggy for a day and that he might still throw up. But, that he should be fine, but to come back if he got worse.

He did throw up one more time in the car (thank goodness for the bags that the ER supplied us for the drive home). But, after some cuddling with his dad (who still can't drive and is still in pain and was suffering with worry at home the whole time), and some chocolate milk, he said he was starving and he ate pizza with us. And he went to bed a little early.

But, he woke up nice and early this morning and is the same 'ol Jack Jack he always is.

Mom's heart, however, will probably never be the same again. It seems that every time, a family member suffers, a piece of mom's heart gets chipped off and it never gets put back together quite right. And the memory of the scare and the worry will always be embedded. But, I am so very thankful that this time, things are going to be alright.