9.26.2007

Bittersweet



Above is a picture of C's "kiki". This blanket is what I swaddled him in as a baby. He had heat rash from the double-thick flannel blanket I had been using, so I asked my mom to go get some light fabric to make some swaddling blankets from. "Just get something cheap," I said. "It doesn't matter what it looks like." So she got the Teletubbies fabric, which just happened to be on sale. Go figure. I couldn't have anticipated how much my little guy would love these blankies. He would chew on them, hug them, and drag them everywhere. They have gotten smaller and smaller, and on a recent trip to Colorado, Nana was hemming one and noticed a big hole right in the center of it. She suggested making "mini-kikis", and idea C loved, so now we have about 7 small ones. But he still preferred the big one.

C has made a lot of changes lately. He is now 5, and is thriving in a pre-K program. He LOVES going to school, and never clings to my leg when I take him there. He didn't cry last Wednesday when I left him with a sitter to go to back to school night. He doesn't have to be in the same room as me, but we still have to be on the same floor at all times. He has no problem when I leave him at friends' houses. And a few months ago, he stopped sleeping with kiki.

So on Sunday, I noticed kiki was lying by the front door. Just to see what would happen, I left it there. It stayed there until I had to pick it up a week later before the cleaning lady was coming.

I'm so proud of C, and how big and brave he's becoming. So why did I feel sad seeing kiki lying there all week?

9.24.2007

Grass

As I've referenced before Dave has a very deep relationship with our yard. Some people take pictures of children or pets, Dave takes pictures of his blades of grass.

I have to say these turned out pretty cool.

9.22.2007

Microwave

Do you have one of those plastic covers for your microwaved food? I bought one once as a part of those "school fundraisers" where they sell wrapping paper, flavored popcorn, and big tubs of cookie dough. (The year prior I opted for the tub of cookie dough which was a big mistake. Every hour for weeks I found myself sneaking to the freezer for just one more spoon full of cookie dough. No matter how many bites I took the blasted thing remained 3/4 ths full. Finally I pawned it off on some missionaries. Only missionaries would be ecstatic to take a year old, partially eaten tub of cookie dough covered in spoon marks).

When the microwave cover arrived I was a little shocked at it's size. It was quite large, and I really didn't have anywhere to store it. My kitchen is small. The way things work at my house is if you bring something new in - you have to get rid of something old to make room. I didn't particularly want to throw away my plates, silverware, or my gallon jug of Frank's red hot. So I thought - maybe I'll store it in the microwave? After all every time the microwave is used the cover will be involved right?

Genius, I know.

As an added bonus I figured this storage spot would guarantee 100% coverage of all food placed in the microwave. You open the microwave and what is the first thing you see? This would be the end of my weekly dates scraping pasta sauce off the side of the interior walls.

But alas, it was not meant to be. I should have known my creative husband would find a way around this forced conformity. Guess where I found my husband's morning oatmeal?


When I confronted him about it he claimed he thought it was a permanent part of the microwave - like a pedestal, or stage.

Like I said - the man is creative.

9.21.2007

Anxiety

Me: Hey, I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower.

C: (anguished sob) Mom! Why did you tell me that?! Now that I know you're going to be upstairs, I'll be scared to be alone down here. You shouldn't have told me that!

Pause.

Me: Okay. I guess I'm going to be... in the kitchen... for a while.

C: Okay.

(I leave and take my shower. C is fine.)

Twilight

If you are waiting for book #4 to come out, you will enjoy these.

Warning...do not click on the links below unless you are prepared to waste 45 minutes of your day.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=uHOMVZ4b7g8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=advv4Crpp0o
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Wj18OWhjGx0
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ywVX8kc23_Q
http://youtube.com/watch?v=t_9PzgF-CRs
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ps8rbCB_Q8k

Is anyone else leaning towards Jacob after watching these?

9.19.2007

SHOUT OUT

Preface: Turns out the 3rd Lewis girl is NOT just a myth. Laura has asked me to put up this post on her behalf. Isn't she a gem?

SHOUT OUT (by the oldest Lewis girl - Laura)

I couldn't sleep Monday night. I had just left TGL (dad) who is now in the trenches of TIT (Torture in The Twenty-first Century) Part II. His white blood cells (WBCs) had fought their way to a whopping 30,000 but plummeted to Nader/zip/zero/nada in 2 days time. You've got to feel for the poor little guys.

I generally don't let myself really think about how our lives have so drastically changed since Mr. L (leukemia) knocked on our unsuspecting door on 6/30/07. Trust me, if Mr. L would have emailed or called he would have gone on the "block this sender" list of email addresses or we would not have answered the phone; but, Mr. L won't take NO for an answer. Instead, he has bulldozed his way into our lives (the gender specification of Mr. L isn't accidental).

So back to my insomnia. In an attempt to divert my thoughts and hopefully get some sleep since I needed to get up for work in a pair of hours, I focused on TEAM LEWIS who fights Mr. L along with TGL. I thought of each team member and started to get vacklemp like the church lady on Saturday Night Live. (If you don't know who that is then I have just dated myself). My thoughts of our Team brought peace and finally sleep. So in thanks for the help I would like to do a Shout Out to some members.

Rand who is the rational and grounded voice. He has taken charge, done research, and stepped in as the family patriarch. After traveling all week, coaching soccer, being dad to 4 kiddos, he still brings his kids, and Leslie over on Friday night to spend time with mom and dad. He bought a big screen TV and ordered DVR so that when TGL returned from the hospital he could truly feel like he was "at the game" or "at the golf tournament". Rand calls each day whether from Boston, New York, or Colorado.

Carrie and Dave
who treat the drive from Denver to Boulder like a skip across the street. No matter how busy they are with their jobs, blog posts, and yard perusal and maintenance, don't bat an eye at coming up to see my parents. They single handedly moved all the furniture back after new carpet was laid, and have done countless other things to help out.

Sara who talks to mom multiple times a day despite her 'three ring circus' in NY. She spent 3 weeks in Colorado this summer and helped mom clean out her closets, drawers, etc.

T who coordinated the purchase and delivery of an "at home putting green" for grandpa. T is the oldest cousin and an incredible example to his brothers, sister and cousins.

S who at the ripe old age of 7 helped Nana "harvest" the garden each day while visiting in Colorado for 3 weeks. She continues to demand to know what grandpa's white blood cell count is when she speaks with Nana.

Baby S and Oz who simply remind us of the miracle of life. They are so fresh from Heavenly Father that they ooze of joy, hope, potential, and happiness.

Little M who is just…M. As Rand says "It is good to be M". There is no way you can look at him and not smile.

Colorado C and New York C who fight Mr. L through their tenacity and loyalty to DS and Spiderman.

Leslie who provides support to other team members and allows Rand to spend time away for TGL's benefit. Who doesn't bat an eye when I show up on a Sunday and stay for 5 hours. Who turns a blind eye as I raid her candy drawer.

Travis who allows his family to stay in Colorado for weeks while he is alone in the Big Apple.

Extended family and friends who have sent emails, cards, prayers, thoughts, and foregone good food in fasting for us and TGL.

Nana who somehow is the rock as she watches her sweetheart in pain and suffering.

  • She goes to every Dr. appointment and spends countless hours at the hospital.
  • Fixes meals that are high in protein to fight his anemia
  • Does her 28 year old daughter's mending
  • Makes bath towels for her grandchildren in NY
  • Calls her grandson on the Saturday he had a soccer game in Steamboat to find out how he did. (I promise this is the FIRST game of any type she has missed).
  • Still attends church, enrichment, book club, and does her visiting teaching
  • Is always up for watching a movie with me when I show up on a moments notice looking for company and a diversion
  • Arose at 5am to start a dinner for her neice and husband who stayed in The Republic of Boulder a couple of nights enroute to Chicago.
  • Reads, prints, and files all of the amazing emails from friends and family in support of TGL.

And Finally to "Captain Oh My Captain", the quarterback, goalie, pitcher, senior companion, the team member who we all rally around, none other than TGL . We all go about our business, jobs, social engagement, lives, etc. while he lays there hour after hour without complaint. Who is held captive to my constant chatter each night as I pepper him with relentlous questions from "how many square feet was your house growing up" to "How do they determine how much money is printed and in circulation" . Who is still skeptical and unbelieving that so many people are devastated because they admire, respect, and love him so much.

So thanks to everyone. This TEAM will NOT BE BEAT. We are truly kicking some Mr. L Arse.

9.18.2007

Is it wrong to punch a 4 year old?

Today I took C to day 6 of pre-K. He's notorious for his separation anxiety, but has been acclimating rather well to his new school. He was actually EXCITED to go today, and ran up to the other boys as soon as he got there. One of them yelled, "Get out of here!" right into C's face. He ran off and buried his face in my leg. It took everything I had not to drop kick the little fetcher off the play structure.

As a result, I had to stay for an entire hour until he was ready for me to leave. GRRRRR.