Birthdays and Graduations

Happy Birthday to "The guy with the perfect hair."  He is the sweetest kindest 9 year old boy ever.  He gave me $40 for my birthday. hah. He is the last of the three to turn 9.    Now the officially ages of the grands are 12, 9, 9, 9, 6, 5.  Lots of birthdays lately.  Yes, in case you noticed, he is ladies man already.

Happy birthday to the lady in the monster hat, my sister in law.  She is a gem.  She is also the grammy of the cake sitter.  You will never meet a kinder person.

These two were graduates.  KT. Bug graduated from the Intermediate School to the Middle School.  They had a nice ceremony.  Each child was give either a honor/merit roll or/and a fun award.  She had straights A's and got "The smile that lights up a room" Award.  She walked up on stage and when they said that she flashed that special smile.
Her little sister missed her ceremony because she is an awesome soccer player.  Year around and 5 days a week.  She graduated to the Intermediate School from the Elementary school.  They had a fun clap out, that I missed.  I wish I could share the picture of her and Mr. Perfect hair together on the last day of school.  But it is on my phone.  Mr. Perfect Hair also graduated .  Two of the nines.

This pretty girl, L Belle is the other nine year old.  I think she is staying in the same school.  She's my Colorado girl.  She loves to dance. And she is the first of the six to get braces.  She wanted glasses to but she passed her eye exam.  She tried to cheat but the doctor knew better.

And my Fisher boy Q. graduated from pre-school as he is going to be a Kindy next year.  Oh, I hope they are ready for him.  He knows everything about fish, snakes, toads, frogs and bugs.  He might just be bringing some to school.  I haven't seen his grad pictures but I hear they are awesome.  He's also a Colorado grand.  I haven't seen them for 6 months.  That's the longest ever.  But that will change in just one week.  I can't wait to see them.

Let me see, that's I 2, 3, 4, 5, someone is missing.  Who could that be.

It's Mabel.  She is moving on up to first grade.  Her brother and cousin won't be there next year.  She will make up for them.  She's a tumbler and a dancer and our first grand that has visited the principal's office.  Probably more than once.  To be fair, here is a better picture.

With her Bestie.  Both their brothers moved on to the Intermediate School.  I think they are excited.  Mabel is the one in the dress.

 

Now we did have another birthday girl.  My other sister in law.  I love this picture from a few years ago.  But she is in Aruba right now again.

 

 

Can you see the green intruder?

For this guy, this week hasn't been a happy one.

Piper is still saving space for his sister.  That's her little fleece.  He still checks us out every time we come home to see if we have her.  Hang on little doggy better times a coming.

We had a quiet spot on showings then had two on Thursday night, one on Friday night and one on Saturday.  As always we do our thing, leave and come back later.  This time we thought no one was here and they weren't.  But as soon as I tear apart a drawer looking for something they show up an hour late.  We ask for five minutes to restore the house and they come in while we sit in the car with the dog and the A/C.  Still no offers.
Want to know what I was looking for in that drawer......a ring......that I placed there awhile ago.  Not there.  Then suddenly I remember not seeing my husband's brand new in the box, Kindle Fire.  That was in my dresser.  Yep, it's gone.  We are still searching to see what else was missing.  We will be filling a report with the Sheriff soon.  If it was just the ring, I might say I forgot where I put it, but not the new Kindle.  (Yes, I have misplace my old Kindle but I found it.)  I might add that I have only a few things that I treasure and that are valuable.  Of course this was the case with this ring.  We have an idea that it was a certain person that came "alone" to show our home.  He never filled out the online survey.  Our realtor called him four times and he never responded.  Since then he has changed real estate companies and is in our town.  Not going to judge but just saying.
One other time I lost my heart shaped diamond ring, 1 1/2 carot , my husband bought it for me in St. Thomas.  I looked and looked everywhere.  It was strange that nothing else was taken.  I suspected a friend of my son.  But just a year ago I said something about it and our youngest, you know the one with all the drama, said "No, he didn't take it.  I did, I gave it to Mandy and she wouldn't give it back."  Mandy was a girl with Downs that he went to prom with.  Well that was 10 years ago.  Nice, huh.  So, I do know when something is gone.  My other jewelry was locked or on me. 
Now, and you thought my life was always good.  Nope, just glad that there are more ups than downs.

This is a must read and it doesn't have anything to do with me personally/STRANGER ALERT

No pictures but this is serious business.
Some of you that are friends with Meredith may have already heard about how her adorable little boy's picture was used in a false Go Fund Me.  Now that was terrible.  But this is even worse.
This morning a person I am friends on FB with posted this.  He is the nephew of my closest friend.  He fought for full custody of his daughter.  He does all kinds of things to raise money for Epilepsy since his young daughter has it.  Now, I am guessing but I think she may have just turned 13.
I am passing this information on because knowing someone that is so into the life of his sweet daughter and this still happened.
I will be using my words of his words since I can't share the whole thing.
To the point:
This dad took out an app called "My Mobile Watchdog" on his cell to monitor what his daughter was doing on her phone.  He researched this app and it was supported by CNN and others.  It's only $45 a year.  He took this out this week-end.
His daughter started a social media account.  Google Plus.  She begins talking to a complete stranger.  They exchanged phone numbers and pictures.  Then they started texting.  This came across his phone.  This person told this girl that her father was overbearing because he checked her phone.  She told her she couldn't wait to come to Ohio to adopt her.  She had a 16 year old that was told she was going to have a little sister.  She told her about going on dates and having sex.  She said she was a cool mom and they would have an open conversation about the girl's first time.  She told her to save her contact information in a "teen to teen" file.  She was to tell her dad that it was a teen mentoring line.  She gave her a code to use when she called because she didn't answer her calls unless she had this.  This is only part of the conversations he shared.
He has contacted Missing and Exploited Children.  He said this was a classic build up to being abducted and possible for a childhood sex ring.  He said the girl's home and school are on alert and watching for anyone approaching this child.  His child is really mad at him.  She has already been turned against him.  How long was this going on 3 DAYS. 
My just turned 12 year old granddaughter told her dad that she is the only one in the classroom that doesn't have a cell phone.
I am wondering if this could be related to other religious groups.  I am avoiding the name so there is no connection to me.
I don't know about you but this is scary stuff.  This dad just took this young girl to Disney last fall.  My friend stayed with her for a week.    She is just a little innocent girl. WOW, Please warn those with young children.  It just makes me sick.

Remembering

Today is the day to remember our fallen soldiers.  I also think we need to thank those that have served and those that are currently serving.
This picture if from Karen Grande.  I am in love with these Skippy dolls.  Someday I hope to have one like these.  The composition ones are just so cute.
I think the reason I love them is because they remind me of this guy.

Remember the Fisher Boy

Frog catcher, snake holder

Sorry, I couldn't find a baby picture so you could see his cheeks.  But he had them.
I get to see my Colorado kids really soon.

It's been such a sad week-end.  We miss Izzy, all three of us.  But, I don't miss her struggling to breathe.  Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.

A hard week

Today is a sad day.  Poor Izzy just couldn't breathe.  She isn't suffering now.  I was with her to the end, I didn't want her to be scared.  What a sweet dog she was.  She loved children.  She didn't even care when Little O. picked her up off the ground by the ears.  Piper is still looking for her.  He thought he was her mother.  He has been a mess all week.  Amazing how smart they are.  They sure grab your heart. 

Happy Red Nose Day

Red Nose Day is all about childhood hunger.  Please consider donating time or money so children don't have to go hungry.
While red noses are right up my alley and some of my besties are red nose clowns, it's more than that.
Children go hungry everyday.  In the states and abroad.  Thinking of the children that get free lunches, that won't have that this summer.
I've talked about my son that is adopted.  Within a week after he was born someone called Childrens Services because there was no food in his house.  Can you imagine a newborn without formula.  He wasn't nursed either.  I am sure this has contributed to his obesity now.  I remember soon after we adopted him we were staying at a hotel.  It was getting late and we had been moving our daughter into her room at college.  We ordered room service.  He was really hungry.   The hunger stirred feelings from before.  He was running the halls looking for food.
We sometimes take food for granted.  Do what you can do to help.
Thanks from a red nose.
Petals the Clown

Somedays you just need to sit on your cake.

Happy Birthday to Sweet Finn.  This gives a whole new way to let your baby have his own first cake.  Way to go Finny.

 

 

This proves you can have your cake and sit on it, too.

I erased the rest of this post.  Some days are just like that, better not said.

Wild Times

I'm so sorry that I haven't been visiting your blogs much lately.  I feel like I have been in a senior citizen fast lane lately.
Here is what has been happening around here since I last posted.
Monday night I spent the night at my sons' house.  He and his wife were headed to Cleveland Clinic for some consults.  They left really early.  I stayed with the girls and then took them to school.  After school I waited on the bus and helped them pack for an overnighter with my other sons' family.  Got them in the car loaded and started the one mile trip.  Then the tornado sirens went off.  I thought at first it was just an emergency.  I knew there had been severe storm warnings predicted but the sky was calm.  As I was going down my son's lane, the couple next door yelled at me to park the car  and get in the house.  My DIL comes out and we kinda laugh about why those sirens are on.  So in we go  to turn on the TV.  Yep, very strong winds headed our way, 65 mph strong.  They live on a big hill and we could see the sky.  I first said I needed to get home for my dogs.  Then when the phone rang with the recording from the village warning us about the weather, I couldn't leave my DIL with 4 kids and a dog.  We put the kids in the stairwell closet.  They were so good about it.  We kept watching.  I have a picture on my phone.  They were so far back in the closet you couldn't see them.  They were in there for an hour.  But we gave them popcorn and they had fun chatting away.  The dog kept wanting in and out.  The winds picked up and rain poured.  My son returns home from work and I take off for home.  usually high winds leave trees all over blocking roads and driveways.  Not this time.....trash cans were every where.  I think what they said happened the winds were strong but high and most didn't reach the ground.  Plus the village let the electric company come in and chop down hundreds of trees that had the ash disease.  So, we came out okay, unlike other places, and all was well.
Tuesday, my granddaughter started not feeling well while on a walking tour of the village. So she was retrieved and cuddled and ate her packed lunch.  Her mommy and daddy were still in Cleveland getting testing done.  She was worried they would be gone for a long time like before when her mom was in ICU.  She really wanted to see the old school house and end the tour at Whit's the custard shop.  So we tracked the class down by calling her dad to see where the class was at that time.  He was helpful even from 2 hours away.  We found them and she was happy.  I came home let the dogs out and returned to town to watch the other two grands.
Wednesday, gosh I almost forgot what I did.  We had a showing.  I had to go solo as hubby was at work.  Needless to say I forgot a couple of things.  I left the dog dishes, yes I did, on the kitchen table.  I must have been distracted as that would never be where I would put them.  Showing went well, interest but just beginning their search.
Then Thursday.  Our DIL had testing done Monday and Tuesday but returned home for Wednesday.  My son and his oldest went on a field trip to King's Island.  Since he is a teacher at his school he went along.  I bet he was tired after being gone for two days.  So DIL and son returned to Cleveland Clinic on Thursday for another MRI.
So I get a message that the elementary school called.  Yikes, it must be for Goose again.  Almost panicking I kept calling til I got a human.  The secretary said she hadn't seen her.  So she uses the classroom intercom and asked if Goose was okay.  Yes, she was.  So I said what about M.  She calls his classroom and asks.  She asked if M. (Mr. Perfect Hair) was okay it was his grandma calling to see.  He had been worried about needing a  shirt he needed to tie dye at school.  He said his classmates were laughing.  I told him I would do that again once in awhile just to check on him.  So I didn't get to number three Mabel.  Her dad said she should have been the first one I checked on because she is always getting into trouble.  She has been know to have a crying fit or two when things don't go right.  Poor Mabel.
So back into town to care for M and M after school.  Before that I went to the auction place as they were having a doll hunt auction.  I thought that I needed two hours to not have to do anything.  This auction had rooms full of dolls from all ages and although there were great dolls, a lot looked like junk.  While I was there my son called and wanted a ride.  HE thought his needs were way more important than me being at an auction, even though I hauled him around all week.
Also this whole week we have been trying to get the landlord to approve a renter.  He seems like a good candidate.  She won't approve him because his current landlord won't call her back.  Also he has student loans.  He didn't have a felon though like she keeps saying everyone we send her has.  BUT, he did have a seat belt violation.  Can you believe that was brought up.  Well the rent was due for the condo yesterday.  It has not been paid.  We think she knows we will pay and why take a chance on someone new.  But, she said she would get back to me when she knows.  So I am waiting.  I think she will make a decision soon because she wants the rent money.  We are already thinking that we will let the guy pay us the rent and they can just stay on our lease.  We don't have much at risk after three months of paying utilities and rent for an empty place.  Grrrrr.
Friday I had offered to go to the zoo with Little O. so that she could go on a field trip with her other little friends from school.  I actually was afraid that she might get loose and never be found again.  We had fun.  Her group was a small one with one on one ratio.  We had to wait 30 minutes outside the entrance with a thousand other adults and students to just get in.  When we did get in, this zoo worker man walked up to me and said, "If you are going to the African Exhibit you should take the train because it's a lot of walking uphill."  Do I look that old and out of shape.  It was sprinkling and a little cooler when we first got there.  But it heated up.  I don't do heat.  When I looked at the other teachers sweating like crazy, I felt better.  In my old age I have a new look on things.  I notice when I am tired or hot and think of how far away I have to walk to the car.  I knew after 2 1/2 hours I needed to start the walk back.  So little O. and I headed back.  She was in the stroller for the most part.  She had to be belted because she would escape and take off and believe me she did.  So I got her a giraffe (stuffed) not the little one, she needed the big one.  Her mom was so nice and sent all kinds of money.  We also stopped for Dots.  She got the rainbow ones.  Of course those little pellets kept rolling off the spoon and melting on her clothes.  She was a mess.  But we made it to the car and cleaned her up and in new clothes.  I looked at the envelope her mom sent.  She had written $ for parking, food, Dippin Dots and any other crap.  Hah, we didn't see that before the Dippin Dots.  So before I could get out of the parking lot she was snoring away.  On the way home, I was forced into another lane of traffic because it was backed up.  Not the highway but a busy four lane road.  I signaled to get back in the other lane and this guy driving a huge dump truck wasn't having it and about ran over me.  I didn't get over til later.  Then he flew by flipped me the bird and screamed something starting with a "B."  So he had not only tried to kill us but yelled at us.   I drive a bug, you can easily see there is a baby in the back.  I had seriously done nothing to this rude person.
So guess what I am doing today.....NOTHING, YEAH.
(Oh the tests on my DIL has shown that the tear is almost healed, and she didn't have something she was tested for called FMD, and they are still searching for answers.)  I also had a doctors appointment on Monday for a med check and blood work.  The results are in but they couldn't tell me because the doctor hadn't signed off on them.  I  guess they don't think I am educated enough to understand on my own)
So since you have been so good reading all this stuff I will leave you with pretty flowers I got from my daughter and some fun pictures of the zoo.

Yes that is a trash bag on the door handle and my little dog.  At least there aren't dog dishes on the kitchen table.

Little O in the yellow skirt.

Little O feeding a baby giraffe.  You had to buy three pieces of lettuce for three dollars to feed them.  I like the zoo in Colorado Springs where they have a bunch of giraffes and they give you the food to feed them.

This is the Mama.  My camera switched to black and white as my battery was low.

Doing a little dance in the petting zoo.

After the hike uphill and with sprinkles, while O. tried to escape.

Week-end Recap

I wasn't sure how I was going to handle a showing and a garage sale and Mothers Day all in the same time frame.  But as usual things happen and you get what you need done and then you rest.
We had the showing.  It is hard to get ready for a garage sale and keep your house clean and not cluttered.  I managed.  The dogs and I went on our usual ride.  I'm pretty sure they came.  We didn't get back before the left.  No reviews or card left.  I could tell a couple of doors were different.  Isn't it strange that they don't leave their business cards.  Meanwhile more houses are coming on the market.  Our pastor's house is a new listing.  There is no rhyme or reason to pricing.  I thought it would be around $160.  It's $279, 000.  It's a cape cod with one bedroom and a loft.  Stairs going into the front door, and the garage is underneath the house, so lots of steps.  But it is what it is and what happens happens. 
Now, the garage sale.  It was a community sale .  The downtown village had all kinds of sales.  They were so busy that the streets were jammed up.  People would venture out our way at the end, tired and done shopping.  We really didn't have any big items or furniture.  We sold at total of $32.  Yep.  And twenty went to register the sale.  It's all right, really.  Once things were in the garage I didn't have to do much.  We gave away a whole bunch of things like we did last year.  So we weren't even disappointed. 
Yesterday was a busy day.  Our son and his family took us to brunch at our favorite Mexican place in the village.  We know the owners.  The chef is from Mexico so you can imagine how good the food was.  My grandson scarfed down his pancakes with his eyes shut and saying mmmmmm, the whole time.  I took a tiny bite and oh my they were good.
Next we took off for the almost 2 hour drive to see our mothers.  Hubby dropped me off at mine and went to see his mother at the nursing home.  She sleeps most of the time and doesn't seem to know anyone.  My mother had fixed a picnic for us.  We were going to take her out to eat.  It was good that we didn't have to go anywhere to wait in line.  We also stopped to see Hubby's sister and husband.  It was good to visit for a few minutes.  We always have to worry to get back to our doggies, esp. when one isn't well.
I got to face time with my daughter in Colorado.  (It was cold and snowy there yesterday)
Our youngest had gone to see his birth mother on his birthday through Mothers Day.  How did I feel about that very mixed emotions.  I know that she can't help how she is, but still it was a weird feeling.  Well, he called yesterday to come home a day early.  He couldn't take it anymore.  So after my husband had driven the 4 hours to see our moms, he had to drive another 2 hours to bring him back.  This all happened the first time he went to see her.
Then when Hubby finally got home, I had to leave.  I spent the night at our other son's house.  He and his wife left around 5 a.m. to go to Cleveland Clinic.  They will be there a couple of days.  Hoping to get answers to the medical issues that my DIL had while in the ICU.  She is doing okay but needs some answers.  I got the girls off to school and will be there when they get off the bus.  Then I will take them to my other son's for them to spend the night.
Do I have you confused yet.  Now I am headed to the doctor for a med check. 
Besides brunch my daughter gave me these beautiful flowers and I got a spa card from my other son.  I got my mother a Shirley Temple doll.  She had saved her doll from childhood.  My brother destroyed it when he was a toddler.  She said it was her only doll growing up.  Yesterday she said that she can remember going to see "On a good ship lollypop" at the theater that has recently being restored.  It's beautiful.  Then sides of the theater look like the streets of Holland at night.  House and lights and the street.....amazing.  She said they sat on the floor in the front of the theater.  She said she will never forget it.  She thought her gift was a bottle of wine hah, not a doll.

I tried to crop out her TV.  Not sure what was on it, hah.  Yes, that is her hair and her little dog.

Off to the doctor.  Hate going to the doctor when I am well.  Toodles

The day my first grandchild was born

This is K.T. Bug.  She was our first grand child.  Oh, how I excited I was.  When I was told I had cancer, the first thing I said was, "But I want to be a grandmother."  That was 23 years ago. K. just turned 12.

The day before K. was born  (On Palm Sunday) I had a heart cath.  Long story, but my heart was and hopefully still is just fine.  Even though the cath was done mostly to rule out problems, I had a uneasy feeling about the whole thing.  Before I was wheeled back I told Mr. Cozy, "If something should happen to me, please tell my grandbaby that I would have been the best Grammy ever."  Since I had my heart cath from my wrist instead of the usual place, I was allowed to go home earlier than most.  I was told to do nothing for 3 days.  Nothing.  Well the next day was prom.  Our son with special needs went with a group of others with those needs.  One of the parents had set up a cottage all decorated so sweet with   dinner prepared by a chef from New York that was a friend.  We went to take pictures.  I did do some walking.  My arm was totally bruised which I was told later that it was bleeding from the site, and I should have gone back to the hospital. 

The next morning on Palm Sunday, our son called and said that his wife was at the hospital getting ready to be sent home with false labor.  She was due for a C-section because K. was breech. Why were they sending her home was weird to me.  They had stopped to return a video and also to get gas on their way to the hospital that was a good 45 minutes away. 

Then we get another call, he told us that maybe we should stay close to the phone as she might stay.

Then THE call came.  Hurry she is having the baby.

Oh my gosh, we were so excited.  I could hardly speak.  We got to the hospital and to the elevator and our DIL's father came off the elevator.  He said the baby was here.  Okay, then we went to the waiting area.  I asked if it was a boy or girl.  I think someone said she was a girl.  

Yikes, this makes me cry, writing this.  We find out that they did an emergency C-section.  My DIL was getting ready to leave the hospital and she had ONE contraction that didn't go away.  It was researched later and called a Titanic contraction.  The doctor was not on the floor.  They grabbed the nearest doctor to help.  When K. came out the doctor said he didn't know what to do.  A nurse (we call her K.'s life savor)  ran out the room with this bundle of a baby all wrapped up.  She took her into another room gave her a shot in her chest and did CPR.  Katelyn had not been breathing for several minutes.  This jump started her heart.  They had put our DIL to sleep so quickly before the surgery and didn't have time to explain. as .  She should have stayed asleep but woke shortly after screaming about her baby.  My son had planed on being in the delivery room but there wasn't time for that.  The grandparents got to see K. through a window.  Our son said that we couldn't go in til her mommy saw her.  We were told that on of her legs might be broken and her hips dislocated. 

After three hours they wheeled mommy to see her baby.  Way ahead of when they wanted her to.  K. was so beautiful.  Black hair and chubby little face.  She was 9 lbs.  Her legs were frog like.  Her chest very bruised and he color dark.  When her mommy went in to see her K. starting cooing.  Her mommy told her that she was there and she was okay.  She kept talking to her mommy.  I have never seem a baby just born that did that.  Of course, we were all so smitten with her.  She had to go to the NICU.  We called her the Queen of the NICU since she weighed three times more than the rest of the babies.

The next day our son went home to get a shower.  I stayed with my DIL.  The nurse that saved K. came in to talk to us.  She asked if we had been told about her birth.  Oh, how I wish that my son was there not me.  We didn't know about the CPR or the shot.  The nurse was trying to let us know that K. had been brought back to life.  I asked what her Apgar score was.  My DIL asked what that meant.  K. was a ONE.  If you know what that score is you know that is seriously bad.  They score the baby on a few things and an average score of her condition at birth is made from 1- 10.  Then they retake it at 3 minutes.  Kate was a one meaning she was more or less just a warm baby.  But the warm baby had survived.  Her middle name was Hope.

We all automatically wondered if she would have an problems from the birth.  The hospital sent therapists to the house to keep an eye on her.  They couldn't find anything wrong with her.  I remember that first month she slept all the time.  More than a usual newborn sleeps.  It took her at least two months to smile.  After that K. just turned into a chubby, alert and perfect.  She doesn't really like school but she does very well.  She is so sweet.  She isn't your typical pre-teen.  She's a bit of a tomboy and acts younger than her age. 

 God blessed us that day.  I really think the angels were there ready for her journey and he heard our prayers.

Thank you God.

 

(A little foot note:  they hospital called me the next day after K. was born.  They asked where I had been since I was supposed to be doing NOTHING.  I explained and they said for that reason, it was okay.)

Best friends forever.

Mothers Day/Shirley Temple

I always wanted 5 children, 4 boys and 1 girl.  The girl was going to be the youngest.  We named our first born, a girl, Heidi, after Shirley Temple.  My wish was a little girl with brown eyes and brown curly hair.  Well that wish came true.  But instead of looking like Shirley she looks like Lucy from Charlie Brown. When she was born it was just a couple days before Mothers Day.  I was in the hospital for my first M.D.  I was so in love.  I thought that I would never be able to love another child like I loved her.

Then came our first son.   That same loving feeling.  I felt our family was complete.  We had a boy and a girl.  Our parents had a boy and a girl. 

Then I really wanted to have another baby.  So along came our second son.  I knew he would be my last so I treasured each day with him.  I probably over mothered him.  When he went to Kindy, we both had separation issues.  Then came college.  He came to me and said he had been accepted at Florida State.  We live in Ohio.  I said, "That's not funny, go to your room."  I really did say just that. 

Well, since I already knew how your heart feels like is pulled from your chest when the other two went off to college, I knew I would survive.  It was so wonderful when he came home a month later for homecoming with his girlfriend (now wife) that was a senior.

Now, I have to back up a little. 

When the second son was in the fifth grade, I was diagnosed with cancer.  (He is 36 and I am still here. ) No not breast cancer, sarcomas in my leg.  Last year I had a scare but it was not cancer. 

At the time I was a realtor.  I only lasted two years at this job.  I loved touring the homes but at that time we had to qualify people.  That I didn't like.  I was depressed after the three surgeries.  Sometimes I would cry and cry.  My husband's company had just opened a daycare.  The director, now a good friend, called when they were overwhelmed with children.  She'd ask me to come rock the babies.  So I would hop in the car and drive the 45 minutes each way.  It was great therapy.

Well one day this troubled little boy came to the day care.  He was a foster child.  The first day he tore everything off the shelves.  We were all wondering why the director said he could be there.  It took a couple of days and I started seeing him different.  I met my husband at one of the boys' basketball games.  He was already there and I sat below him in the stands with the moms.  I yelled up to him, "Hey, we got a new kid in Crayons (the name of the center) today, can I bring him home."  My husband said, "I'd rather have a puppy."  Seriously girls, I don't make up these things. 

I called Children's Services to inquire about him.  They said he was going to be adopted with his sister that was in a different foster home.  Christmas came and I got a puppy. 

6 weeks later as I was headed out the door with my bags packed to my oncologist.  I was a mess, I thought my cancer had returned.  Well...........the phone rang.  No cells then.  It was Childrens Services asking if we would be emergency foster parents for this child.  I was so excited.  I could do this.  I remember praying that I needed to help this child and I needed to be healthy.

So, I brought him home from school one day and he stayed.  We officially adopted him a year later.  He was so cute and full of energy.  Later a specialist said he had ADHD with a capital HD.  He also had several disorders, including seizures that started about 5 months after the adoption.  I earned every white hair on my head with this one.  I could list and list what all we went though but you wouldn't believe me.

Well, his birthday is this Friday.  One year I went to pick up a cake for his birthday on Mothers Day.  The clerk said, "Was he born on Mothers Day."  I was stunned because I didn't know.  I think the clerk thought I was Mother of the Year when I said that I didn't know.

I really didn't mean to go on and on.  This post was to be about Shirley and how it was connected to my daughter and my mother, and I got off course.  My mom had a Shirley Temple doll.  She saved it from her childhood.  My older brother destroyed it when he was little.  I got her the one in this picture for Mothers Day.  I have been cleaning out things for the garage sale and I can't find mine.  I have looked everywhere.  The other dolls that I would have put her away with are all where I thought they would be.  I am stumped. 

I want to wish all of you a Happy Mothers Day.  I know that some of you may not have children.  You can be a doggy mama, or have someone that you care deeply about.  That's the same thing.  HUGS

 

 

I borrowed the Shirley Temple pictures.  Please don't sure me.

What's been going on

I want to get one of these and just take off.  Not sure where we would fit two not so tiny adults and two dogs.  We might need a little more space.

I worked with a young mom to rent the condo.  She is ready to go but doesn't have the $25 for the application fee.  Thinking that isn't going to work out too well.

No showings now for 10 days.  Things are selling.....one floor plans sell as fast as they go up.
 
Little dog is very sick.  She has congestive heart failure.  She spent the day at the vets on Friday getting shots and injections.  She is on three meds now to help remove the fluids.  Last night she was a mess.  Her belly is so swollen.  We were so hoping that she was going to show some signs by now.  I am waiting til tomorrow and then call the doctor to ask what else we can do.  Big dog was really mad at me while Izzy was gone on Friday.  I gave him a bone a treat and he just dropped it.  When she got home he kept licking her.

Our DIL is going to Cleveland Clinic tomorrow and Wednesday.  Every doctor tells them something different.  She can't even get the hospital where she was to call her back.  Her family doctor told her she can't do anything not only now but forever.   So they are headed to C.C. to get answers.  Keep praying please.
I have the house torn apart getting ready for a garage sale on Saturday.  Why now?  It is the Village Community Sale.  I still have last years things in the garage.  I am going through for more and more.  Last year we had one couple.  He was our realtor and we signed our listing papers that day.  It also poured.  So, if we are to have a sale this would be the best day.  Why is it, you make more of a mess when you do things like this. It is driving me crazy to have things torn up.  I need to get it back in order before the next showing.
Our grandson is playing Lacrosse.  I am still learning the rules.  We knew this was his favorite sport.  He started in Colorado when he was 4.  He scored so many times yesterday.  There was the tiniest little boy on the opposite team yesterday.  His shorts hung down over his pants.  I would guess he was probably the size of a three or four year old.  Our team decided to let him score.  Poor thing, he would get the ball and it would go the wrong way.  Finally he scored.  Everyone cheered for him. 

Last Sunday we watched in coats and gloves.  Yesterday it was just beautiful out.  Oh and his hair gets messed up under that helmet.

I found my little house and as soon as the house is back in order< I am making this.Have a great week.