A True Friend

A true friend seems to know what you need even when you don't. Recently, I was feeling overwhelmed with life. I got caught up in the "have to's". You know the ones. I have to do laundry. I have to clean the house. I have to buy groceries. I think you get the picture. My attitude was also greatly affected by a medicine that I was having a bad reaction to, although I didn't realize it at the time. I wanted to get away so badly even if it was for just a little while. Any way my oldest and dearest friend, Vicki was here from Iowa. She came to visit her mom who is fighting cancer. Of course we wanted to see each other. Vicki also wanted to see the kids and Sara was dying to see her Aunt Vicki. We decided that she would come to my house the next day. However, in the course of about 12 hours Vicki decided to change our plans. When I talked to her the following morning I found out that she had decided to book a room for us at Ross Bridge so that we could have a spend the night party. Ross Bridge is a very nice resort and she wanted the kids and me to come and stay with her and enjoy the amenities. Patrick was at diabetes camp but Sara, Sam, and I were packed in no time at all. Now I don't know if Vicki got some psychic friendy kind of vive and knew I was on the edge of a breakdown or is she was just trying to avoid my house. Vicki and I have never had the same standards when it comes to house keeping. While growing up, many were the times that she cleaned my closet saying, "This is the last time. You have to start cleaning up yourself!" Of course I didn't believe her. I knew she could only take so much. She would have to help me again. The only thing I was more sure of was the fact that she would always be my friend. I was right about both things by the way. She tried to change my slovenly ways up until the time we both left our respective homes to start our adult lives. I was also right about our friendship. She is still my best friend and she deserves a medal for putting up with me for all these years. The point is that for whatever reason Vicki treated us to 24 hours of paradise. Sara and I were thrilled with everything from the awesome mattresses to the newspaper that was left neatly in front of our door. The room was beautiful. The pools and hot tubs were heavenly. Sara and I have never felt so pampered as when room service delivered our breakfast. I highly recommend the lemon souffle pancakes! Sam was his usual 22 month old self but he really enjoyed the pool insisting that I take him down the water slide numerous times even though my arms were not long enough to keep him from going under at the bottom. The pool was a little over 5 feet deep at that point so Vicki had to stand by to take Sam from me as the water was over my head and I didn't want to try to swim with a wiggling, crying baby. Yes, he cried each time he went under but immediately wanted to go back down again. Go figure! I think the experience was good for him. He now puts his face in the water when he takes a bath. I think I have a world class swimmer in the makings. If so Sam will have his Vick,Vick to thank. In fact we all have Vicki to thank for a wonderful time.

Father' Day

I wanted Steve to have a really nice Father's Day weekend so Saturday I sent him off to play golf with Patrick. Entertainment of any kind is a treat to our family because those activities aren't in our budget. I knew that would make it even more fun for them. Plus, I was glad they got to spend time together. Steve has so much fun when he gets to just hang out with Patrick. They have always been close and enjoyed each others company! On Sunday we continued our celebration with a special breakfast casserole that is usually reserved for Christmas. Afterwards, Steve opened the presents that we got him. I think he liked the Pittsburgh Penguins hockey puck the best. It was a special Father's day edition puck and he put it in his office along with the frame we gave him. We didn't bother to put pictures in the three openings. He took care of that himself! Sara made a very special card for Steve to show him how much she loves him. Steve is very close to Sara too. He adores her and it makes me so happy to see them together. Steve has always been close to our children. Some dad's are "hands off" when their children are very small but Steve has shared the responsibilities of parenting from the beginning. He is reaping the benefits in the relationships that he has with Patrick and Sara today. He is always there when they need him. He takes all the responsibility for Patrick's day to day pump care. Sam was an infant when Patrick got the insulin pump. Knowing that I wasn't able to handle another big change, Steve stepped up and learned what we needed to know. He still knows so much more about it than I do. This is just one example of his dedication to our children. Of course when Sam came along he opened his heart once again and was active in his care from the beginning. After Sam was born, the first thing he said to me was, "We have three children now." I think he realized even before I did the implications of that simple statement. We could never have known what a joy Sam would come to be. He truly is a blessing. Being new parents again, after eight and a half years, has been more wonderful and more difficult than we expected. However, Steve never missed a beat. He shared the nightly feedings with me and even gave Sam his very first bath. Steve enjoyed bathing Sam and did it nightly in those early days of Sam's life. Sam loves playing with Steve and has for as long as I can remember. Steve was the recipient of Sam's first smile and first laugh. To this day, I can't get Sam to laugh like Steve can. Sam also wants his Daddy when it is time to go to sleep. Steve holds and cuddles him until he is asleep. Sometimes, I am jealous of all that sweet cuddle time but mostly I think how much he deserves the sweet rewards of his dedication to our children. He loves them so much and it shows! The love of a Father helps us to understand our relationship with our Heavenly Father. We tend to view God in the same way we view our earthly fathers. Grandfathers can also play an important role in that respect. My grandfather was a very special person. He gave me unconditional love and taught me so many life lessons. He was kind to everyone he met. He loved God and God loved other people through him. When I am struggling, I think of my grandfather and the way he lived his life. After losing my Grandmother, he could have given up. They were so close. I'll never forget the way he held and kissed her with tears streaming down his face the night she died. He loved her so much. The loss had to be devastating. However, he went on living his life and being a blessing to his family. He lived his life with strength and determination epitomizing the verse, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." His memory strengthens me daily. Pop-Pop is continuing the traditional of truly "grand" grandfathers. He decided when Sam was only 6 months old that he wanted to keep him on Thursdays and Fridays while I work. He and Maw-Maw do this every week. Sam has been a different baby since then. He is so happy and loving and I will forever be in debt to Pop-Pop for coming to his rescue. It's as if Sam knows that Pop-Pop "rescued" him. He loves his Pop-Pop so much. Recently, when he was sick, Pop-Pop was the only one who could console him. They have a very special bond and I am so happy that my children also have such a special grandfather. Patrick and Sara love their Pop-Pop too. They both know how much he cares for them. Sara summed it up when she recently reflected on her relationship with him. She said, "Pop-Pop always thinks of others before himself.'' I think that is very high praise indeed. We should all try to live our lives so that the children that have been entrusted to our care can say the same about us. I am thankful for the examples of the fathers and grandfathers that I have been blessed to knowl

Summer Fun!

Today, armed only with a bathing suit and a swim diaper, Sam braved the wilds of the front yard and went swimming in the mouth of a gigantic frog. At first he wasn't too sure about the wisdom of actually climbing into a frog's open mouth. He certainly didn't want to become Mr. Frog's lunch. But his big sister and protector, Sara, demonstrated that it was perfectly safe. After all this frog didn't even have a long sticky tongue! However he does have a spout in the front that sprays water into the air. FYI to big sister, don't turn on the water feature just as skittish little brother stands above it and looks down. The result was Sam got an eyeful and mouthful of water. But it all worked out in the end. After a few minutes of terrified crying we were able to convince Sam that the frog was not evil and did not intentionally spit in his eyes and mouth. After that it was smooth sailing, just check out the pictures! Even though Sam made freinds with Mr. Frog, we were not able to convince him to come anywhere near Tiki Tiki Tembo who spouts water like a geyser every few seconds. I got soaking wet and ended up being the only contestant in a one woman wet t-shirt contest but Sam never even felt a drop of the falling water. I've included a picture of Tiki named after one of my favorite children's book characters( Tiki Tiki Tembo No Sa Rembo Chari Bari Ruchi Pip Peri Pembo) I really like him but he does look a little crazy in the photo. We also played with bubbles today. I have appointed myself queen of the bubbles because I have never made such huge bubbles before. Of course I was so pleased with myself that I made bubbles long after Sam had lost interest in them. I bragged about how big they were to my friend Bethany. So, I am putting up a picture for her, to prove that I am indeed queen of the bubbles. There's just no arguing that sometimes size does mattter! Until next time, Traci