The more you know

S is for Snake. A prairie rattle snake is still a rattle snake even without its rattle. A prairie rattle snake is a poisonous rattle snake. Once someone (me) is told to come look at the snake husband found in the backyard, they (me) are not so likely to venture out there again. At least until its time to build snowmen. And even then my irrational brain will still tell me to be on the lookout.

recovery

We arrived at 7:45 am. by 9:30 emma was wheeled through the double door, her tiny little self on a big bed wide awake and holding on to her precious "piggy". We were told we couldn't be with her when they put her under the anesthesia. That was about the only time I saw her look afraid. She did super well. I told you I sometimes under estimate her strength. And wow, did I ever. This little girl of mine has not shed a single tear over her eye surgery or pain. She has not complained to us once about it. The most she has said so far was in the middle of the night last night when daddy woke her to give her some medicine. She simple whispered "daddy they hurt". Of course they hurt, her eye has been cut into, a muscle cut and stitched back into place. Of course they hurt my sweet little girl, and I am so very sorry. The hardest part at this point in time is the thick goopy medicine that has to be applied 3x a day. That she'll cry over.

That I would cry over. Thank you all for your prayers. We have all felt them. We have all needed them.

Emma

Okay enough of me and my vanity. In case I don't get on here in the next couple days just thought I'd share my week ahead and seek some prayer. We have a busy schedule planned the rest of this week. A FUN sort of busy. HOWEVER...Monday morning we take our sweet, sensitive child in at 7:45 am to be checked in for surgery. Surgery should start at or close to 8:45. That will last about 1 1/2 hrs. Then recovery for at least an hour or longer depending on how long it takes her to wake up from the anesthesia.

The details to the best of my understanding is this: Emma's eyes cross even with her glasses so surgery is needed to tighten the muscles on the inside of her eyes to help them face forward. Her eyes will still cross with the glasses on b/c of her vision. The surgery will help also with her depth perception since she really has none. And also to prevent future lazy eye should the glasses correct the vision crossing and she may eventually not need them. The incision is made in her eye on the inside white area. they take the muscle out completely then re-attach it tighter. Her eyes will be red, they will look like raw hamburger where the incision was made (that whole white area). They will be puffy. There are some "could happens" the scary ones such has loss of sight, eye, and a list of others. There is also the possibility of over correcting and under correcting, about 30% of the time one of those happens. If its over corrected they try to fix it by adjusting the glasses, if its under corrected they would do surgery again. Please pray none of this happens. If she cries (which I'm sure she will), her tears will be red with blood. When the puffiness goes down there will be bruising. They say she will recover quickly. They say she will be fine. They say mom will have a harder time then Emma will. They obviously don't know Emma's level of sensitivity. Of course I admit I can often under estimate her strength as well.

about 2 weeks ago

I was pampered to a day at Aveda's X salon and spa. Oh yeah it was nice. I won't brag or go on about my 4 hrs spent there. But I'll show you my new hair, I have bangs. (haven't had them since high school when curling them straight up in the hair and keeping them that way with a bottle of hairspray was cool) Anyway, here I am bangs and highlights and all...Soft hightlights so you can't see them, unless you come visit me.

The end is found

Well, I quickly realized that in my basement above my washer in dryer in a cabinet. Was behold...a true treasure. There it was, the answer to regain my sanity. A doorknob with a lock.

See I will share a weird quirk I have about me. I like to go into my back bedroom and sometimes just look through my stamps and scrap booking "stuff". Think about what I could do with it all if only I had just a little more time. So, I quickly grabbed myself a screwdriver and plunged into a task. Now, my kids know how to unlock these doors but at least it gives me about 5-8 minutes. Since it takes them at least that long to find something to unlock the door with. But during those long cherished minutes I can sit at my desk and look and try to ignore the insistent pounding at the door.

Oh, and Brennon is finally feeling better, hungry and putting back on some weight. And might I add that that doorknob has been on that door since the last post and Jim has yet to notice it!

Where's my end?

were ending week one of sickness...and it looks like there's no end in sight. what does Brennon have? I'm not sure, they say its not strep. He's miserable...the rest of us are miserable. No library days, no park days, and the saddest of all...no swim day. And right now it seems like next week will be the same. Then the week after that Emma has eye surgery so yet another week or so of being homebound. Im posting this only so that if you don't hear from my by August, you'll know I've lost my insanity.

On Mcdonalds Farm...according to Addy

MOM! No singa dat song

you don't want mommy to sing that song?

no, sing ol' mcdonads

Old McDonald had a farm EIEIO, and on that farm he had a...

um....um....chicken nuggets.