Nephew Update

My sweet, sweet, 22 month old Nephew, Zackery, is pure JOY people. I can't express how much this boy means to EVERYONE in my family. The hardest of hearts melt for this blue-eyed dimpled toddler. I have mentioned a few times he is physically delayed For personal records, I have posted a more detailed version of the update below pictures.  Before the pictures is just an update without past information, or as many details. 

Short version: At 22 months old, Zackery is completely on target for all cognitive skills such as language and language perception, problem solving skills, etc.  His fine motor skills are in the 50-60th percentile, about average. His gross motor skills are delayed by 11 months, putting him at the development of about an 11 month old. He is crawling like a mad man, pulling himself up and cruising furniture as well as letting go for a few seconds to stand unassisted (perhaps 5-15 seconds), every so often you can coax an attempt at a step but, usually after on step he THROWS himself into you, and laughs hysterically so, basically, he is not walking yet. He has begun both occupational and physical therapy, which I think will be very beneficial. He has also recently had his adnoids removed, which has led to fewer ear/sinus infections, and is in the process of being tested for both food and environmental allergies. All these things have/will hopefully reveal potential causes for his delays. 

Frankly, I've kind of enjoyed having him be unable to walk for an extended time, giving us a bit of extra baby time. However, now that summer is here, and I attended my friends daughters first birthday and seen her toddling, I do really want Zackery to start walking. I want to see him run from toy to toy of his choosing at the park. I want to see him chase after the puppies. I want him to be able to begin trying to ride a tricycle, and I want him to be able to keep up with his little friends. I also have to admit that carrying around 26 pounds is not easy! Lol. 

Z. has a huge personality that is not to be reckoned with, and I am enjoying watching him grow into a toddler and leaving his baby days behind. He has the most charming and endearing smile, loves animals, knows how to tell you what he wants, adores water and being outside, gives the sweetest kisses, and has everyone wrapped around his little finger.

Cheesy Grin

Hey, NO babies standing on the counter!!

I can stand tall in Grandpa's chair!

Just....ONE....Step.

Waking up Happy after a nap with Aunty.

Zackery has shown himself a bit slow in gross motor skills since he was about a month old. At 3 months he could not hold his head completely upright, at 10 months he still did not sit up, and at 15 months he still was not crawling. Now, at 23 months he does not walk. Oh but the things this boy CAN do. He crawls like a made man. He can skooch backwards down a flight of stairs. He climbs up on things. Most recently the Z-Man has been pulling himself up and letting go to stand unassisted for 5-10 seconds at a time, and occasionally makes an attempt at a step or two. Probably his biggest hurdle to walking is that he things it is just a hilarious game to take one step, then forcefully thrust himself backwards or forwards into the supervising adult, so they must catch him! 

Anyway, Zack recently had another evaluation. The therapist said he seems mentally/cognitively typical for a nearly two year old, perhaps on the later spectrum for speech but not delayed, his language perceptions is definitely find! His fine motor skills seem to be fairly typically, perhaps in the 50th-60th percentile for his age group, about average. Zack's biggest challenge (which we already knew) is his gross motor skills. Here he is hitting the charts at about an 11 month stage. They have no specific reason or diagnosis for this delay. His Mama has cerebral palsy and some mental delay but, has thrived and is doing really well raising him. With that said, at times she hasn't appropriately stimulated him, so some of it could be genetic, and some of it could be simply lack of opportunity to develop and grow.

 I personally have two other theories of influences: one, Zackery from very early on has had multiple ear infections, sinus infections, and respiratory infections. These can affect your sense of balance. It seems Z. has had one infection after another for nearly two years, and even when he is healthy, he has rattly breathing and congestion. He was even diagnosed with sleep apnea due to his rattly breathing, where he would stop breathing in his sleep for a few seconds. Oh, and man can this boy SNORE! So, I feel being he is primarily delayed in gross motor skill, it may be linked to his health affecting his balance, sense of stability and equilibrium. So, that leads to my second theory: the cause of the infections, and the ever present congestions/rattly breathing. I believe (as does his new pediatrician) that Zack has some allergies, primarily food, but also environmental I am sure. These allergies can cause his immune system to be weak, as well as innerfere with cognition, and even physical strength. Before Zack was officially diagnosed with sleep apnea, my Mom took him to the E.R. when she began noticing his spells of NOT breathing at night. This led to tests, which led to discovering Zackery had large adnoids and slightly large tonsils. If it were my kid, this would have been one more reason to pursue allergies, as tonsils/adenoids are part of the lymphatic system and they get inflammed when irritated. Unfortunately, my Mom/Sister/Doctors don't see things in my unconventional manner, and their method was to remove his adenoids (they don't remove tonsils in kids this young because recovery is so harsh and post surgery, the swelling can cut off the airway in such a small child, nice huh?). After rescheduling surgery 3 times because Zack was never healthy long enough to be safely sedated, they finally removed his adenoids, which turned out to be MUCH larger than even the doctor originally thought. It may not have been the way I'd have handled it with my child but, since surgery Zackery breathes quieter, sleeps with out snoring or having apnea, and has in general been much healthier. Oh, and NOW the doctor has ordered allergy testing. 

So, Zackery continues to develop and grow, at his own pace, and brings joy to all of us!

A Doozie

I have NO idea what hit me, but my fall/winter/spring of avoiding any major germ catastrophies came to a screeching halt at the beginning of our summer. Seriously, all year I had MAYBE two 3 day sore throats, and a partially stuffy nose. Until.... the virus of 2009. It would be much more exciting to say I had gotten the swine flu. If that is what it had been, I'd understand that hype given it, because I certainly felt like I could have died. I was MISERABLE.  

It all started Friday when I woke up with a sore throat. This had been happening off and on for a couple weeks, and I was fairly certain that it was allergy related, and after a benadryl it wasn't bothering me, so I was convinced it was allergies. I went off for tutoring and babysitting. My migraines are supersensitive to heat, dehydration, and blood sugar. This day, as well as the last few days had been particularly warm, and I wasn't very diligent about drinking enough water. I should know better. So, I got a major headache as well as nauseated in the middle of tuturing I pushed through that, and since I babysit in exchange for tutoring, the parents left with the assurance I'd call if things got worse. It's hard to get hydrated when your nauseus. I sipped some watered down apple juice, rested while the kids watched a movie, and my headache did go away. So, it was the heat, right? Oh that it were!

I went to bed that night feeling pretty good about myself, and woke up at 4 am vomiting really hard. I had no idea what hit me. That only lasted a couple hours so, I showered and went back to bed. When I woke up, I had a whole gamut of symptoms: nausea, dizziness, fever, massive headache, body aches and pains, with killer pains in my neck, low back and hips, chills, and sweats. I couldn't get out of bed, I was so miserable. By sunday my chest hurt around my rib cage, with sharp pains when I breathed deep, and I had a cough. My fever kicked into full gear, and I was good for nothing. I was throwing up again as well. That evening I started wheezing. Advil and Tylenol were my best friends. I was so miserable, my Mom was at work and my Dad incapable of caring for ME, that I called my best friends mom asking if she could just bring me some applesauce and be available if I felt I should go into urgent care if my breathing got worse. I was so grateful for her when she brought me applesauce and much more, checked my temp. etc. and made sure my Dad had anything he needed. Up until this point my fever had been slight and off and on but now it raged at 102 to 103 steady for several hrs, finally breaking about 4 am monday morning. 

So, I wake up monday morning fever free, body ache free, not nauseated, but with pretty bad chest pain, and shortness of breath whenever I stand up and walk around, plus a pretty persistent caught, and fever blisters all over my lips. Today, the wheezing is mainly when I walk up and down stair, the pain in my chest is only when I take a deep breath, and the cough when I walk up a down stairs or lay down but the fever blisters are even on my nose. I currently have a headache but, I think that is because I am in need of a nap. 

I have never been so sick or felt so miserable. I did go to the Dr. monday, and to both hers and my astonishment, tested negative for the flu, so its "just a virus". I have no idea where that virus came from but it hit me hard and fast. My boss pulled me out of work for the rest of the week, that's a story in it's self, he is a little irritated with me. Oiy.

Here is to hoping for a full recovery in the next day or so! And that no one else I was around gets it!!!

Love me some baby girl

Meet Samantha Riley. Isn't she just precious! My Dads friend and his wife just welcomed this precious girl a month early AND she STILL weighed 7pds! She is so sweet and perfect! They surprised us when they showed up un-announced with they new bundle. I was so tickled. It has been a 7 months since I got to hold a new born, too long in my opinion!




And just because my nephew is CUTER than life, and he started making this silly cheesy face when you take a picture:

Bunnies!!!

My 21 months old nephew LOVES animals. We went to the pet store and he just couldn't get enough of the hamsters, guinea pigs, etc. I love animals too, and thought it would be fun to have a bunny. So my mom and I went and got 2 baby bunnies (not from a pet store). They are VERY tame and sweet. Zackery loves them, and I am enjoying them as well!

September _ 1985 to May 5, 2001

It's been 8 years. Eight. How has so much time passed? Has it really been that long? It feels like yesterday. It feels like it's been closer to 10 or 15 years. 

I still think about you a lot. Recently my friend had her first kiss, and I remembered our first kiss. It wasn't my first kiss with a boy but, it was my first kiss with a boy I loved. It was innocent, fast, a peck of sorts, at the theatre, with my little sister and your little brother. That kiss isn't the one I usually remember though. The one I remember the most, is the one in your hospital room. I was incredibly embarrassed when you said in front of your parents " gimme some sugga", and your Dad turned around instead of leaving the. I blushed immensely. I wonder what you think of the fact that I don't plan on kissing another until he is my husband.

I don't remember what you smelled like but I remember the way your skin felt. I remember what if felt like when you held my hand but I don't remember what I felt when I first met you. 

I am so different from the girl you knew. I wonder what you would think of the woman I've become, and am becoming. I wonder what kind of a Man you would have been if you were allowed to grow up on earth. I wonder what would have become of us. 

 You know, I haven't really even had another boyfriend since the year you died. It was just 2 years ago that I felt like I'd even consider dating if someone showed interest. My choice not to date,  it's not about you anymore, I don't want to date right now because I am not ready to be married, and if I'm not ready to be married, what is the point in dating?

Do you know I stayed very close to your family? Do you know I dropped the "O" when calling your Dad Papa O. I just call him Papa. Sharon, well you never considered her a "step Mom" did you? I know you didn't. Just like you, I eventually asked if I could call her Mama, and now I do. . Jordan is so tall, you would be proud of your big younger brother. He has had some serious bumps in the road, and is still figuring things out. I know he misses you a lot. I pray for him all the time. I love him... like a little brother. I know you chuckle when you look down and see Ethan. That baby who was only  2 1/2, whom you wanted to talk so bad. You should hear him now! The kid talks a bunch. He slimmed out too. He is such a tall skinny thing, nothing like that husky toddler. You told us not to let him forget you, and he hasn't. He knows all about you, Mama, Papa, and myself have made sure of that. He looks like you, and he draws like you. 

You know, I say I loved you, and I did. I can't say thought that your "the first boy I loved". I think what we had was unique, special, God ordained. I think we were made for each other "for such a time as this". But I know it was nothing like the love between a grown man and woman who become husband and wife. We were so young, and we always knew their was your illness. I was a bit in denial, and somewhat misinformed about the severity of your illness. I didn't know you had a severe case, and no one expected you to make it to 18. I read that some people with C.F. lived to be 30 and 40... I thought you could too. My biggest fear was that you would die when you were 15, just like a boy in a novel I read did. My biggest fear came to pass. 

I didn't get to see you the last week of your life. I think it was for the best but, I still wish I'd had the chance to see you. I wish I had that option. I wish my phone calls would have been answered or returned. The day after, when I went to your house, Mama asked if I was mad at them. I told her "NO". In that moment I wasn't mad however, later on I did get mad. Funny, I mostly got mad at Dyeda. He answered my call one time during that week and I don't remember what exactly he said, I just remember him saying that Mama and Papa weren't allowing anyone but family to come visit. It made me feel like I wasn't family, and up until then I'd felt like I was family. I've never told them that before (however, Mama may read this and then she will know).

Every years gets easier. I don't know what it's like to lose a child, or a parent, or a sibling. I've been told that the pain never goes away. Maybe that is true. You though, you were my best friend, and my first love. I know what it's like to lose my best friend. The pain doesn't go away complete however, it does go away, and it does lessen. I don't cry on May 5th anymore. I can listend to The Beach Boys "wouldn't it be nice" and smile. I love the tattoo on my foot you inspired that says "Come As A Child... Mt 18:3".  I remember you with warmth in my heart and without sadness. Your death doesn't make me sad anymore, it truly bring me joy that you are breathing easy and in the presence of Christ. I'm so grateful I knew you. I'm so grateful God chose ME to be a part of that year in your life. I'm so honored he chose me to be the "adopted" daughter into your family. I'm so blessed by having known and loved you, and by having been loved by you. 

It's funny, I knew you less than 2 years, and you have been gone for 8, yet, those 2 years left more of an impression on me than almost anything else that has happened since. I quit being a little girl by getting to know you, by loving you. I was in that limbo, not yet a woman, but not still a little girl. I didn't become  woman when you died but, I left childhood behind. 

I miss you Andrew. I miss hearing you say my name. I miss looking into your eyes. I miss feeling you use the thumb on your right hand to trace my face. I miss your jokes. I  miss you making me feel pretty, because you were the only boy that ever made me feel pretty. 

Papa made a comment on facebook (boy would you have had fun with the facebook/myspace craze!) about the people who have gone on to name a child after you.... I will be honored when I can join those ranks. I always like the name Andrew, even before you were in my life. I know that I will some day have a little boy with the name Andrew, and I can't wait. I can't wait to tell him about you either. 

I don't know why but, I feel God the most when I am at the beach. Some friends of mine live across the street from a park that goes down to the beach (Puget Sound). Half of it is an off leash dog beach. This weekend I got to babysit for their two sweet boys. Unless the weather is horrible, I always make sure we walk down to the water when I watch them. I know they sometimes they take for granted that they are SO close (they have admitted as much) but, I do not. For some reason WHENEVER I go to the beach I just FEEL God, I see Him, hear Him. I know God is everywhere. I know that he is always with me but nature is just one way I am easily reminded of His presence, and the beach especially makes me feel close to him. Maybe it has something to do with my love for water, maybe because I grew up hearing Lorretta Lynn singing "footprints in the sand" on my Moms car tape player, I'm not sure. Even amidst playing with two young boys and keeping my on two crazy spaniels, I could feel a peace as I walked barefoot in the sand. Of course every time I looked up I got to see a setting sun that looked like this:

and how could I not know and believe that there is something bigger than me out their? 

Loving on some girls

Recently, I took a whirlwind trip to California. I was gone but 5 days however, I managed to have a good time visiting family. Here are some pictures of my time with my cousin Quin, and her girls Jaelynn and Ashlynn:


This was the closest we could get to a decent shot of all 3 of us :)
Jae-Bird was in need of some new sandals. Since they had a buy one get one 1/2 off sale, I help my cousin get the girls matching sandals.
Ashy-Bug was a bit fussy this night. Even though it was really hot, she just wanted to snuggle.
Jaelynn is growing up so fast, I can't believe she will start Kindergarten in the fall!
Ashy-BUg is as sweet as molasses! She is huge compared to the last time a saw her (she was only 5 pounds then!!!)
Sweet Jaelynn. I loved playing with her hair, it has grown a LOT In 6 months!!!
Ashlynn is learning to sit up :)
Princess Peach and me.

Princess Plum and Aunty VIolet (me)
And of course, me with my sweet cousin Quin.