Purple

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Day 35

This comes from my dad's sister:


"I have always been a huge fan of your Mom. I respect, love and admire her. I really have learned a lot from her because she is such a fantastic example of amazing womanhood. (If I kept going, I would use up all the 
complimentary adjectives.) My brother is one blessed man! Love you all."


Mom, thank you for being close to you sister in law so that I can have such a wonderful aunt in my life.

Day 34

My mom's house is like haven for my children.  Not only does she have everything they would want (toys, yummy food, grandma and grandpa, etc.), she also has everything they need.  She regularly buys Pediasure for the girls, which is prescribed by their GI doc.  She makes sure she has bottles and formula on hand for Rosie, and extra binkies for Nora.  She has spare PJ's, socks and toothbrushes.  When I bring the kiddos there I know they will be well taken care of, and I never have to worry if I forget something.

Thanks mom!!

Day 34

There's a new feature to my blog - requests!  Today's post comes from my sister Erica, who had this to say:


"Mom would make us sack lunches every day for years. I find it annoying to make myself lunch every day, let alone for me, husband, and 4 kids. I would've given in to $2 school lunches on the second day of kindergarten if I was in her position. But we all know her lunches were way better than mushy fish sticks and frozen pizza."


Thanks, mom!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Days 29-32

I have been quite sick lately, and it has gotten me thinking of all the many times I was sick growing up.  As a mother of sick kids, I know how tiring it can be to constantly be at the doctor's office during your "free time".  As I mentioned in a previous post, my mom even quit her job once to drive me to Seattle Children's for daily physical and occupational therapy.  She was always my advocate.  When doctors didn't know what was wrong, she forced them to figure it out.  When they did figure it out, she researched non-stop for the best ways to help me.  This has not changed as I've become an adult, and she does the same for her grandchildren.  Here are 4 examples (of many):

1.  As a very young child I would get ear infections constantly.  I still remember my ENT - Dr. Magee.  I know it must have gotten old for my mom, but she never let one slide.  As soon as I started showing symptom, she'd haul me off to the doctor.  Eventually they put tubes in my ears, which created even more work for her as she'd have to try and keep me from going under water in the bath.  Erica and I had a code name for this since I knew it was forbidden: "Deep Fun."  It's so hard to make your kids realize you're just trying to do what's best for them!

2.  Before I was diagnosed with endometriosis, every doctor I saw used to just tell me "menstrual cramps are painful, deal with it."  In addition to pain that is worse then labor, I would also have ovarian cysts that would rupture on a regular basis.  I refused to believe that this was the norm, and so did my mom.  She kept taking me to doctors until we finally found one who was willing to help me.  It took almost two years, but she did not give up.  It's a good thing too, because I was about to tell someone to just take my uterus out.

3.  Because of aforementioned girl-part problems, it was a little difficult getting preggers.  I saw a reproductive endocrinologist who suggested I go on an extremely strict yeast-free diet, as most women who have endometriosis also have a candida overgrowth.  My mom was taking a college composition class at the time and decided to do her research paper on candida.  She bought several books on the subject, helped me with my meal planning, and even did a petri dish study where she put brewer's yeast in several different dishes, then added a different ingredient to each dish to see how it reacted.  FYI, white sugar was the worst.  She specifically researched how the candida overgrowth inhibits inception, so I was very happy to provide her with proof of how well the diet works, since after 6 weeks I got pregnant.

4.  Since Harper and Nora were diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, my mom has not stopped researching causes and treatment options.  I'm pretty sure she tells everyone she meets about my kids, in hopes that someone will be able to help.  She comes with me to their doctor appointments, and/or takes care of the ones(s) who aren't going that particular day.

Mom, thank you so much for always taking care of me and my kids!

Friday, June 3, 2011

Day 28

Vacation with young kiddos can hardly be classified as vacation.  Don't get me wrong - it's fun....but afterwards you need a "real" vacation.  So thanks for taking us on so many vacations growing up!

Days 25-27

When I was a senior in high school I walked into Fairwood Pet Store for fish food and fell in love with a tiny orange kitten.  She reached out of the cage and literally grabbed onto my shirt!  I held her for almost an hour before I left to go ask my parents if I could bring her home.  That night we went to Gordito's in Greenlake for dinner and I dropped it on my parents, thinking they wouldn't make me cry in public....but I was wrong!  They both immediately said no, and I immediately started crying.  Don't judge.  You didn't see how cute this kitten was.

After dinner I asked my mom to drive home with me, and alone in the car I asked her to just come see the kitten.  She didn't have to let me get her, she just had to come look at her.  So she came with me back to Fairwood Pets, and it didn't take long to convince her.  As a parent I now know how important it is to keep a "united front", but mom, thank you for letting me get Truman even though you knew dad didn't want it.

We brought her home and my mom helped me sneak her into the house.  She found a small box to use as a litter box and helped me (quietly) set up her food, water, potty, and bed.  Thank you.

She didn't tell my dad what we did.  She trusted me to deal with the situation myself.  Thank you for that.

And for my dad's part, just as I suspected, it was love at first sight.  The next morning I brought the little orange ball of fluff into my dad and said, "Dad, this is Truman."  He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, but as soon as he held her, he was transformed into a "cat person".  Thanks, dad.