Friday, August 1, 2014

The end of summer blues

Man, it is not a good night to be at our house.  We had plans to go tubing today and hit a Disney water park tomorrow.  We've been excited about this all week.  Over a month ago, Dan came down with a significant case of pneumonia that knocked him for a loop.  Then, VBS came.  I got sick that week and ended up seeing the doctor the next week.  So, for most of the month of July, we haven't been able to do anything fun as a family.  We could hardly wait for this weekend so we could remedy that.  Then, the boys started feeling bad last night.  

We made the decision to go to the doctor this morning rather than tubing.  We knew they would tell us there was nothing wrong because that is our trend there.  We think they are sick and we go pay our $25 copay to be told there is actually no ear infection/sickness/etc.  We usually leave feeling like hypochondriacs.  We felt sure it would be like that again today but we wanted to be sure.  Except, it wasn't like that at all. 

We were glad our favorite doctor, Dr. Alber was there today.  He is truly amazing with the kids and such a good doctor.  He's actually so good that I told Dan I'd like to start driving to Lake Mary just to see him.  Anyway, back to the boys.  He checked Jonah first.  Jonah's ears were clear.  But, he had a nice case of walking pneumonia.  WHAT? 

He checked Micah next and his ears were clear also but he couldn't be outdone by his big brother so he he got the same diagnosis.  So, if you are taking note, that is three cases of pneumonia in less than a month.  Add my case of bronchitis and you can imagine that we've had our share of co-pays, prescription drugs, breathing treatments and lots of liquids. 

Fortunately, neither of them feel really bad.  They don't have a ton of energy and they have a deep cough that sounds worse than it feels.  But, they are contagious so we are stuck at home.  No water park for us tomorrow.  No church on Sunday.  And, no back to school trip with "Misaweez" on Monday.  We were headed to Palm Beach for a few days to take in some of the sights there like The Lion Country Safari, The Science Center and a Pirate Cruise.  Fortunately, the kids didn't really even know about that.  So, they aren't so disappointed.  (I can't say the same for me or Weez!)

As I write this, I'm laying in my bed watching a documentary on The White House.  Dan is watching old school Popeye with the boys.  Our weekend certainly looks different than we planned it to look but maybe it was just God's way of slowing us down.  We will spend a few days at home.  I'm sad to miss church Sunday.  Dr. Alber said the kids would probably be fine after 48 hours on antibiotics but they didn't start until late this afternoon, so we don't want to risk getting any other kiddos sick right before school starts back.  Unfortunately, Dan's day Sunday is one of the longest in recent memory.  So, when we tell him goodbye Sunday morning, the boys won't see him again until Monday.  

I have a feeling the next few days will be filled with board games, movies, art projects and lots of snuggles.  That actually doesn't sound so bad...

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

#glenngangsummer2014- Week 7

 Day 43
Tennis Camp
Lunch with Daddy
Downtown Disney

 Day 44
Gaylord Palms to see Sara Madalin and Family
Splitsville at Downtown Disney with Sara Madalin's family

 Day 45
Tennis Camp
 Day 46
Jonah's 8th Birthday Party

 Day 47
Tennis Camp
Shopping at Target to spend a little birthday money

 Day 48
Reptile Discovery Center with The Brown Family
Jonah's decorated birthday door

Day 49
Jonah's 8th birthday
Breakfast with the fam at Donuts to Go
Lunch at Chilis- STEAK
Dinner at Sonny's- PULLED PORK
The end of summer break is approaching and I'm so sad!  Like, I seriously found myself searching home school curriculum.  But, truth be told, I'm not really into the whole "school" part of home school as much as I am the whole "home" part of home school.  I love the idea of lazy mornings, pajamas until noon and afternoon snuggles.  As soon as educating my children comes into play, I realize they are better off in an actual classroom with people are trained to do more than xray teeth, file insurance claims, do payroll and bookkeeping or plan a good party.  Because, that's pretty much where my training drops off.  So, in just 2.5 weeks, this blog will be filled with back to school pictures and I'll be whining about routine.  

We just returned from a morning at the skating rink with 21 friends from Jonah's school and another friend from VBS.  I got a text yesterday asking us to join a crew from school who were going skating then as we were going out the door today, I got a text from a VBS friend asking us to meet them there.  So, we just met up with everyone and had a great time.  And, by great time, I mean Micah clinging to me like I was about to drop him off to live with people he had never seen before.  My little introverted Micah throws me for a loop.  I don't understand the brain of an introvert so it is a bit confusing to me as to when to push and when to let him cling.  After skating for a while, I finally let him sit next to me on a bench and play Mr. Potato Head on my phone.  I knew he was overwhelmed when he said "If we go home, I'll take a nap!"  I think it was the combination of a skating rink with two daycare groups, all the other "big" kids, the loud music and the darkness.  He did make about 15-20 loops around with his "skate helper" that we rented for him.  So, that was a small success.  All 21 of us went for pizza afterwards and he completely opened up and sat with all the kids.  Baby steps...

Typing this blog post is a bit difficult because my hands are shaking so badly.  I've had a nice case of Bronchitis for over two weeks now.  The Dr. gave me a concoction of 4 drugs to knock it out but when 2 of them (Prednisone & Albuterol) are taken together, I shake so badly that I can hardly do anything.  Putting off blogging would probably be a good idea except both kids are resting and the house is quiet so this is all the time I have for a quick update.  

And, speaking of a quiet house, I'm going to clean a little before 4 little hands drag everything back out. 

Sunday, July 27, 2014

To Jonah, on your 8th birthday

Dear Jonah,

Writing these birthday letters on your blog always makes me wonder what you will be like when you read them.  And, who knows, maybe this is the year that you will.  But, whether you read them here or find them tucked away in your box of memories, I hope you will take all of these words to heart.  Whether you read them in 2014 or 2027.  I want you to know how much you were loved in the year they written and how much you will still be loved in the year they were read.

Today, you will turn 8 years old.  8 doesn't quite seem the milestone that 5 was or that 10 will be.  But, it is important in it's own right.  This is the year you will start 3rd grade.  You will also begin your 3rd year in piano lessons.  It is the year that you will go away for your very first sleep over camp during the summer.  It is the year that you say you will try soccer and basketball again.  It's the year that you will have a new teacher and meet new friends.  More than anything, I pray it is the year that you ask Jesus into your heart.  Your mom and dad have been praying that God would move in your little life and you would recognize your need for a Savior.  You have all the head knowledge but just not the heart tug.  Prayerfully, this is the year.

It is hard to look ahead to 8 without thinking back to 7.  You seemed so big and grown up when you turned 7.  You broke two boards at your martial arts birthday party and then marched right in to being 7 years old like you knew exactly what to do. 

7 was the age when you realized that girls were "a little not so fun" to hang out with.  The same girls who had been your friends (and even girlfriend) in K3, VPK, Kindergarten and First grade were no longer your friends.  You didn't dislike them but you certainly didn't find yourself hanging out with them.  2nd grade seemed to be the year that boys stuck to boys and girls stuck to girls.  Although, there was this one girl this year.  Her name was Sarah.  You told us early in the year that "Sarah always tells me she likes my hair!"  (Which, I might should add, if anyone ever tells a member of this family they like their hair, TAKE THAT COMPLIMENT!  Because, son, we have some bad hair in this household!)  And, speaking of girls, as long as the girl wasn't in your class and in that little group of friends, you were A-OK hanging out with them and spending time with them.  It's an odd little dynamic. 

And, at 7, you still love school.  Your teacher, Mrs. Newman lives one street over from us and we still have to drive by her house every day just to see if she is in her yard so you can wave.  You have loved your teachers every single year.  You have loved school every single year.  I'm so glad of that because it makes life easier on us that you love to go.  School has been nothing but a positive experience for you.  I hope that remains true with each passing grade. We are all a little anxious to find out who you will have as a 3rd grade teacher.  I believe strongly that the good teachers you have had have been so much part of your positive experience.  So, I'm ready to know who the one that will influence you, teach you and love you next year will be. 

This was also the year that you realized you weren't as good at sports as your closest friends.  I'll never forget the night you walked into the kitchen while your dad and I were sitting at the table and said "today I heard Brock tell the other guys to 'let Jonah get the ball' when we were playing football at Ha time."  You told us that you never got the ball on your own.  We talked with you about how we are all good at different things and that football may not be your thing and that was okay.  But, the important thing was to realize what a good friend Brock was for doing that for you.  He stuck up for his buddy and that was a huge life lesson for you.  (and, maybe it made your mom cry a little bit because I was sad for you but so grateful for a friend who cares so much for you.  And, maybe I text his mom to thank her for raising such a kind and considerate boy!  But, I didn't tell you any of that because I'm sure it would embarrass you!)

At age 7, there is nothing you like more than having friends over for play dates.  You would have a friend over every single day if I would let you.   You talk about your friends all the time.  But, there is no one who holds a candle to this man!

You are a daddy's boy through and through.  And, I'm a little partial but I know that you lucked up in the daddy department.  He was there from day one holding you, changing diapers, dressing you, singing to you and loving on you.  He still puts you to bed every night that he is home.  Sometimes when he comes home after a long and difficult day, all he wants to do is sit in his chair and not think about anything.  But, when you say "do you want to play a game with me?" he gets up from that chair and even though you don't know he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, he plays with you as if that is the only thing in the world that is important.  Even though you are only 8 years old now, I just KNOW that you will be a good daddy one day because you had the very best teacher. 

They say in life, everyone is a hero to someone.  I know that is especially true when I see you with Micah.  That kid could not love anyone more than he loves you.  I hear "I want my brover Jonah" at least 20 times a day.  He adores you.  You are so good to him.  You are gentle and patient.  (most of the time)  You read books to him.  You tell him stories.  You teach him to play games.  You encourage him to do his best.  You cheer for him when he needs encouragement.  You are a great big brother!  You loved him from the minute you first laid eyes on him. 

I wish I could see into the future for both of you.  I wish I could know what colleges you will attend, what girls you will date, what homes you will buy, what jobs you have and what your families will look like.  But, most of all, I wish I could see that you two were still close and love each other as much as you do now.  A brother is a special gift.  I will always encourage you to love Micah, to offer grace and forgiveness to him, to make time for him and to cultivate a relationship with him.  The payoff will be so great for both of you.  And, as time passes, I pray your love only grows stronger than it is now. 

 Oh, sweet Jonah!  I could go on and on about how special you are.  I could tell you so many stories of the ways God has used you to bring joy to the lives of others.  I could tell you story after story of the sweet moments we have had with you. But, on this day, most of all, I want you to know how much God loves you and how much I love you.  You are the one who made me a mommy.  

Happy Birthday, sweet Jonah!  You'll never know how much I love you!  But, I'll spend all my days pointing you to the One who created us and gave us this special mother/son relationship. 


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