In Support of the Murray's
I'm in need of prayers today. Last night, my dear cousins (who are from Moorhead, but living in Montana) were in a serious car accident. C is okay, but F suffered injuries to her spinal cord and has been diagnosed as a quadraplegic. They were on their way home from a beautiful day of skiing when the accident happened. Please, pray for our family as we work through another tragedy. I can't even write anymore - I am at a loss for words.
An Update on Parenting
Things I never thought I would discuss or ask:
1. To DH (dear husband): Would you please examine the contents of this soiled diaper? I'm not sure if the remnants are demonstrating signs of a healthy baby.
2. To Baby: Please stop eating out of the dog's dish.
3. To DH: The baby and I are napping. If you wake either one of us, you can count on certain death.
4. To Ask A Nurse: What is a normal color for baby vomit?
5. To work: I can't come in today - the baby has periorbital cellulitis and loose stools.
6. To Pediatrician: Why won't the baby sleep through the night?
7. Repeat number 6.
8. Discussion with DH: We are out of food - AGAIN. Baby is eating us out of house and home.
9. To Baby: We do not eat plants, tip them over, take a bath in the dog's water dish, or use our new teeth to bite mama and daddy.
10. To DH: Could you please hold the baby down while I extract the mucous from his nose?
11. To Baby: The dogs are NOT horses and we do not ride them. Nor do we pull their hair, yank their ears, stick fingers in their nostrils, or poke their eyes. Same goes for the cat.
Our discussions are certainly not this "proper", but I thought it would be inappropriate or offensive to use our actual dialogue. Thus far, the journey has been scary, exciting fun, and confusing. Oh, and very messy. Despite the challenges, I wouldn't change a thing. The phrase "never say never" has NEVER been so true.
1. To DH (dear husband): Would you please examine the contents of this soiled diaper? I'm not sure if the remnants are demonstrating signs of a healthy baby.
2. To Baby: Please stop eating out of the dog's dish.
3. To DH: The baby and I are napping. If you wake either one of us, you can count on certain death.
4. To Ask A Nurse: What is a normal color for baby vomit?
5. To work: I can't come in today - the baby has periorbital cellulitis and loose stools.
6. To Pediatrician: Why won't the baby sleep through the night?
7. Repeat number 6.
8. Discussion with DH: We are out of food - AGAIN. Baby is eating us out of house and home.
9. To Baby: We do not eat plants, tip them over, take a bath in the dog's water dish, or use our new teeth to bite mama and daddy.
10. To DH: Could you please hold the baby down while I extract the mucous from his nose?
11. To Baby: The dogs are NOT horses and we do not ride them. Nor do we pull their hair, yank their ears, stick fingers in their nostrils, or poke their eyes. Same goes for the cat.
Our discussions are certainly not this "proper", but I thought it would be inappropriate or offensive to use our actual dialogue. Thus far, the journey has been scary, exciting fun, and confusing. Oh, and very messy. Despite the challenges, I wouldn't change a thing. The phrase "never say never" has NEVER been so true.
Random Monday Ramblings
Another beautiful weekend, and we're off to a great start to the week, weather wise. Sunshine and warm temps always improve my mood.
Yesterday we attended church for the first time in several months. I have avoided going to Mass because I'm struggling with my faith, and I don't always agree with Monsignor and the practices of our church. I've decided to put those aside and concentrate on God instead of politics. My soul breathed a sigh of relief as we entered the church and took our places in the pew, and I remembered to be grateful for all that God has blessed me with.
I took the dogs on a walk yesterday. Nala did well for about 3 blocks, and then huffed and puffed and trudged along behind Rudy and I. We slowed our pace considerably, and shortened the walk. I didn't even put her leash on; I knew she wasn't going to take off on me. She's just getting too old and her hips are giving out. It's heartbreaking. Sometimes I drop her off at home and continue with Rudy, but she whines and is very sad if she isn't allowed to go. She turns 11 years old this month and I fear she won't last another winter. The ultimate decision will be Craig's, as they have been companions since she was six weeks old. I don't bring it up. I'm sure he will tell me when it's time.
On a happier note, I'm heading to Las Vegas in May. I am so excited. This will be my very first trip on my own (Craig and Murray are staying behind), as I am meeting some girlfriends that I graduated from high school with. Craig booked my ticket yesterday and even used miles to upgrade my seat to first class. WOO HOO! It will be so much fun to connect. One of our friends can't make it due to her upcoming wedding, so we're a bit bummed, but she will be in our thoughts.
I was really looking forward to my water workouts this week, but I just received an email from the Y stating the the pools will be closed until at least Thursday. Sigh. I guess I'll just have to up my cardio time (I hate cardio) until I can get back in the pool.
My stomach is growling - I'm off to heat up lunch.
Yesterday we attended church for the first time in several months. I have avoided going to Mass because I'm struggling with my faith, and I don't always agree with Monsignor and the practices of our church. I've decided to put those aside and concentrate on God instead of politics. My soul breathed a sigh of relief as we entered the church and took our places in the pew, and I remembered to be grateful for all that God has blessed me with.
I took the dogs on a walk yesterday. Nala did well for about 3 blocks, and then huffed and puffed and trudged along behind Rudy and I. We slowed our pace considerably, and shortened the walk. I didn't even put her leash on; I knew she wasn't going to take off on me. She's just getting too old and her hips are giving out. It's heartbreaking. Sometimes I drop her off at home and continue with Rudy, but she whines and is very sad if she isn't allowed to go. She turns 11 years old this month and I fear she won't last another winter. The ultimate decision will be Craig's, as they have been companions since she was six weeks old. I don't bring it up. I'm sure he will tell me when it's time.
On a happier note, I'm heading to Las Vegas in May. I am so excited. This will be my very first trip on my own (Craig and Murray are staying behind), as I am meeting some girlfriends that I graduated from high school with. Craig booked my ticket yesterday and even used miles to upgrade my seat to first class. WOO HOO! It will be so much fun to connect. One of our friends can't make it due to her upcoming wedding, so we're a bit bummed, but she will be in our thoughts.
I was really looking forward to my water workouts this week, but I just received an email from the Y stating the the pools will be closed until at least Thursday. Sigh. I guess I'll just have to up my cardio time (I hate cardio) until I can get back in the pool.
My stomach is growling - I'm off to heat up lunch.
The Snow Patrol
It took Craig and our neighbor (who I have dubbed "the snow patrol") a little over 2 hours to remove the snow from the driveways and sidewalks in front of our homes. Murray was mesmerized - he watched them for almost 30 minutes. I was just grateful to be cozy in the house.
I refuse to let this weather get me down. We're in the second week of March, and it should be nice this weekend. Although we'll probably have flooding to deal with, I'll cross that bridge (if it's not under water) when I come to it.
I'm afraid I'm not feeling very insighful today. I think it's the weather. I imagine there are others who are feeling similar. I'm not feeling blue, just blah. The storm through a loop into getting back to routine; now that it's Thursday already, we'll have to start all over on Monday. Murray was not happy to be at daycare today, but he'll readjust in no time. It doesn't help that he's teething like crazy
We plan to watch the Moorhead Spuds tonight on tv - they are at state tournaments in MPLS. Go Spuds! Other than that, we're looking forward to an uneventful weekend.
Mahalo, Hawai'i
Above Right: Haunama Bay, where Craig and I snorkeled and saw some spectacular species of fish and other marine life (The Fink's took the "Big Kahuna Island Tour" that day with Murray and Mary.) Below: The four of us after our respective "dates". 
Above Left: The Big Kahuna Himself, and my wonderful mother in law.Left: The four of us after our respective "dates" enjoying a nightcap in The Barefoot Bar. Below: the Chimp that hated my presence and karate chopped the plexi glass right after I snapped this shot.
Below: "My Two Dad's" getting ready to boogie board at Bellow's. The shot is blurry, but you get the idea.
We are home. After flying all night long last night, and a three hour layover in MSP this morning, as hard as it was to leave, we are glad to be home. We flew into Fargo at about 10:00 am CST, which was 6:00 am PST. Murray was so much better on the plane home vs. the trip to HI. Neither Craig nor I slept, but it's impossible to sleep on the plane. I did catch a snooze in the MSP airport this morning on the airport chairs. They have never felt so comfortable, even though they were disgustingly dirty and hard. I crashed, despite my germ-o-phobia.
The pictures above really don't describe how much fun we had. I have decided that Murray is not going back to Hawai'i until he's 25. Even though he eventually ended up loving the sand, and everything Hawaiian, it's just too long of a trip to take a child of his age on. Not to mention that it took him until about 3 days before we left the island to adjust. Next year, we'll either vacation without him, or take him with and go somewhere a bit closer (my guess is we'll leave him here). :)
One of the many funny incidents that I just have to write about happened on Tuesday night. Troy wasn't feeling well, so Stef and I went to the PX to load up on "feel better" sundries. It was so hot and humid that night and our air conditioners weren't working very well. We discovered the cooler in the PX, where the sign says: "Walk right in". So we did. It was awesome. Not only was it fun to see the back side of a cooler, but it was stocked with everything from mango juice to Budweiser. We contemplated sleeping in the cooler, but decided we were better off taking care of the three boys.
One of the many funny incidents that I just have to write about happened on Tuesday night. Troy wasn't feeling well, so Stef and I went to the PX to load up on "feel better" sundries. It was so hot and humid that night and our air conditioners weren't working very well. We discovered the cooler in the PX, where the sign says: "Walk right in". So we did. It was awesome. Not only was it fun to see the back side of a cooler, but it was stocked with everything from mango juice to Budweiser. We contemplated sleeping in the cooler, but decided we were better off taking care of the three boys.
PS If this post has a lot of spelling and grammatical errors, I'm blaming it on jet lag. It might not even make sense, but here it is.
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