Thank for reading!
Aimee
Friday, October 23, 2009
Payton's New Thing
Baseball season is over and we've been wanting to find an winter extra-curricular activity for Payton. I immediately thought "karate." So I called around to some dojos around the Oklahoma City area but their rates were outrageous! It was at the Mustang Days Parade that I received a flier from a karate group that meets at the Mustang Community Center. They only charged $30 a month for a student to attend twice a week for 1 and a half hour! I was so stoked! So after discussing it with Payton and after fall ball ended, he began a new hobby! We are so excited about karate; Payton really enjoys it. I thought that the time would be a problem...I mean, I can hardly focus on anything for 1.5 hours. But he LOVES it! Here are some pictures I captured on his first day at the dojo.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
A Granny Like No Other
On Saturday October 17, my granny left her earthyly body and joined her Heavenly Father. She had recently been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and only 3 weeks ago had a successful procedure to remove the tumor. After her surgery, she stayed at my Aunt Barb's house so someone would always be available to her. Everything seemed to be going so well. A week ago today she had a check up with her surgeon and, although he expressed some concern with her platelet count, he seemed to be pleased with the way she was recovering overall.
Saturday seemed like any other day. She had not complained greatly about the amount of pain she was in and seemed to have more of an appetite than usual. But Saturday was not like any other day. It was the day in which she would have a massive heart attack.
I received the call from my dad who informed me that my aunt and cousin Lindsay were taking her to the ER in Yukon...and that things didn't look good. He let me know that she was having a heart attack, but because of the major surgery she had had only a few weeks earlier, the medical staff could not give her any medicine as this would cause her to bleed out immediately. I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived, she was still in cardiac arrest. She appeared to be gasping for air, but we were informed that this was just a bodily reaction to the dying process. They had her on an oxygen mask and were pumping her full of pain meds so she would not feel anything. It was the most surreal feeling standing there watching my grandmother die. There was nothing anyone could do...and there was nothing I could do.
Barb asked me to pray. We all joined hands and I began to speak to God. I prayed for peace. I prayed for our family. And just as I began to pray to commit her spirit to Him, her blood pressure bottomed out and her heart began to stop. If you were in that room, there would be no question in your mind that God is real.
They removed the oxygen mask. Her body had completely relaxed. She was no longer in cardiac arrest. Her heart was no longer beating. She was gone.
She was the kind of granny that wouldn't let my parents spank me. She was the kind of granny that would let me eat Kentucky Fried Chicken in the middle of the night. She was the kind of granny who loved completely unconditionally. She was the kind of granny who would give you ANYTHING she had. And if she didn't have it to give...she'd find it. She was the kind of granny who would listen...just listen. She wouldn't judge or question. She would just listen. Sometimes I felt like she was the only person who really listened to me.
She will be missed by so many people, one being my oldest son Payton. He had a special relationship with her. They were very close and she thought he could do no wrong. Every time we went to Yukon, he would ask to go to Granny's. He enjoyed her and her home just as I had in my youth. There was something about going to her house and having nothing expected of you. At her house, you could just be. He would go there, eat what ever his heart desired, watch cartoons, and play with the toys that had accumulated there. Their bond was strong and I am so thankful they had a chance to get to know each other.
Granny, I love you. More than you will ever know.
Saturday seemed like any other day. She had not complained greatly about the amount of pain she was in and seemed to have more of an appetite than usual. But Saturday was not like any other day. It was the day in which she would have a massive heart attack.
I received the call from my dad who informed me that my aunt and cousin Lindsay were taking her to the ER in Yukon...and that things didn't look good. He let me know that she was having a heart attack, but because of the major surgery she had had only a few weeks earlier, the medical staff could not give her any medicine as this would cause her to bleed out immediately. I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived, she was still in cardiac arrest. She appeared to be gasping for air, but we were informed that this was just a bodily reaction to the dying process. They had her on an oxygen mask and were pumping her full of pain meds so she would not feel anything. It was the most surreal feeling standing there watching my grandmother die. There was nothing anyone could do...and there was nothing I could do.
Barb asked me to pray. We all joined hands and I began to speak to God. I prayed for peace. I prayed for our family. And just as I began to pray to commit her spirit to Him, her blood pressure bottomed out and her heart began to stop. If you were in that room, there would be no question in your mind that God is real.
They removed the oxygen mask. Her body had completely relaxed. She was no longer in cardiac arrest. Her heart was no longer beating. She was gone.
She was the kind of granny that wouldn't let my parents spank me. She was the kind of granny that would let me eat Kentucky Fried Chicken in the middle of the night. She was the kind of granny who loved completely unconditionally. She was the kind of granny who would give you ANYTHING she had. And if she didn't have it to give...she'd find it. She was the kind of granny who would listen...just listen. She wouldn't judge or question. She would just listen. Sometimes I felt like she was the only person who really listened to me.
She will be missed by so many people, one being my oldest son Payton. He had a special relationship with her. They were very close and she thought he could do no wrong. Every time we went to Yukon, he would ask to go to Granny's. He enjoyed her and her home just as I had in my youth. There was something about going to her house and having nothing expected of you. At her house, you could just be. He would go there, eat what ever his heart desired, watch cartoons, and play with the toys that had accumulated there. Their bond was strong and I am so thankful they had a chance to get to know each other.
Granny, I love you. More than you will ever know.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Loosing and Gaining Teeth
I know, I know. It's been forever. I must admit, my boys (especially the littlest one) keep me very busy. So, here are some updates.
Tegan is now 7 months old and is learning to crawl. He rolls all over the living room and scoots/army crawls to arrive at his thought-out destination. He's pretty quick and keeps me on my toes. He is also pulling up with little assistance and loves to hold my hands and walk anywhere and everywhere. Of course, he is not interested in his toys, but would rather pull books off the coffee table or find pieces of lint to stick in his mouth. He HATES to be left alone, which seems to be quite the opposite of my oldest. He is also teething. Although no teeth have erupted yet, he chews on anything he can get his hands on, leaving said object coated in baby slobber.
While I have one child trying to get teeth, I have the other loosing them! He has lost both of his front teeth! Richie and I joke, saying he looks like a member of Fight Club. He is doing very well in school. I am still so please we chose to send him to SWCS. It has been such a blessing. Baseball season is over for him and we are looking at starting him in karate on Monday. I think this extra-curricular activity will be perfect for him as it will teach him focus, discipline, and respect.
I have finally finished my requirements for my Bachelors of Science degree!!! I will graduate in December, which can't get here soon enough. My degree is in Family Studies and Gerentology. Many have asked, "What are you going to do with your degree?" And to answer, I say, "Not much." However, you do need a Bachelors for medical school, so that fulfills a requirement for my life goal. I will now spend the next 1.5 year attaining my science pre-requisites for med school. So, yes, I'll be in school offically for the next 5.5 years (at least). And I'm okay with that. The reason I'm okay with it is because I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is what God has called me to do. I find peace in knowing that, although this is a huge endeavor, God has cleared the path for me. Richie is the most supportive husband I could ask for; he believes in me just as much as God does. With all that being said, I am excited about embarking on this new journey and am excited to take on the challenge.
Here are some newer pictures:
At a SWCS football game, freezing our tails off!
Posing with a football at the SWCS game (before loosing the front teeth).
This kid is a ham, always smiling for the camera
After loosing the two in front. No more corn-on-the-cob for him!
Well, that about brings you up-to-date. Until next time.
Aimee
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