Today, my blog is a year old.
Wow.
My last post was almost a month ago.
Which really isn't all that long in between posts but it seems like a lot has happened. The first is that I'm extremely surprised that I've been blogging for a whole year. I know a lot of that has to do with the camera I bought last year, because let's face it a post without pictures is sort of boring. And I don't like using pictures taken by my phone because they never turn out right (I finally got a new phone so maybe that'll change). So if I don't have pictures to break up my ramblings then I usually don't blog.
Anyway...
Kel and I have come to the conclusion that January sucks. Sure our birthdays are a week apart, and there are a few family members who also have birthdays. But overall, January sucks. Twenty years ago my mom passed away from Breast Cancer. Eighteen years ago was the Northridge Earthquake. Six years ago Kel lost his Grandfather.
Kel's dad passed away this year on January 19 after a short battle with Colon Cancer.
February 4 was his celebration of life and it was... grand. Amazing. Huge. And yet, incredibly heartbreaking at the same time. The amount of lives that he has touched was evident in the standing room only service that was held. It was beautiful and very fitting for the man that he was. This was one thing that I did not want to have in common with Kel for a long, long time.
Hmm... let's see what else....
C has been giving me a run for my money.
He had tubes placed in his ears last Friday. Nervous was an understatement on what I was feeling when I woke up that morning. When I handed him over to the nurse, screaming because I couldn't go with him, so that the anesthesia could be administered. But I was so ready for him to have them so that we can work on his speech, keep him healthy, and let him hear sounds normally rather than hearing things like he's under water. Kel still doesn't want C to have them, and has been reminding me of that since three minutes before C went in for the surgery. But C needs them. A few nights before surgery, C had a fever of 102 and kept grabbing his head and saying "owie". Rather than rush him into the doctor as usual, I just gave him Tylenol and his ear drops and watched him throughout the night. He seemed ok the next day, although a little more grouchy than usual. Although his ears where "perfect" on the Wednesday prior to surgery, when the doctor placed the tubes, the left ear was infected and starting to pus and the right ear had fluid which just goes to show that C needs these tubes. Here's hoping that they stay in long enough to help him, and we won't have to go through surgery again. While C has been a major grouch this weekend and his sleep is almost non existent, it is nice to be able to tell him to say something and have him repeat it back. My favorite saying is "I yuf D."
Which brings me to D. Oh my D, where to begin. I'm so sorry that I passed my flu bug to you Buddy. That was a miserable twenty four hours that seem to have extended far beyond what I feel comfortable with. We spent the morning of Kel's birthday in the emergency room with an I.V. for dehydration and an ultrasound to verify that he didn't have appendicitis. Thank God he didn't, but I'm still left without answers. The first week of February was bad. So bad that he was seen by both the urgent care and the emergency room within a twenty four hour period. The doctor in the emergency room recommended to cut milk completely out of his diet (no milk for his cereal poor dude) as he may have developed an intolerance to lactose and that we may need to see a specialist. I was lucky and was able to squeeze him into an appointment right after C's and while she said that his stomach sounded fine and we should wait two weeks before we start to reintroduce milk to verify whether or not he is lactose intolerent, she stated that she detected a heart murmur. Which could mean nothing or it could mean something, but we go back in the beginning of April for her to verify whether or not the murmur is still there and to have his physical for school. I've decided at this point that I'm not going to worry until I know for sure that there is something to worry about.
Speaking of having a school physical...
D will be turning five this June. Which means he will be starting kindergarten this August. Which means that this month is spent trying to get him into our school of choice or one of the fundamental schools that are in town. On the 8th, Kel and I attended a mandatory parent meeting for the fundamental school so that we could get D into the lottery for the school. While it was very informative, it made us question whether or not this was the right school for D. The main difference between a normal public school and the fundamental school is the speed in which they teach and the depth in which they delve into each subject. It is a good school. It would be something that we'd make an adjustment for, if it is the best choice for D. But I also want D to enjoy school. I don't want him to be so overwhelmed that he dreads going to school, and that is the feeling that Kel and I got from this meeting. There are other schools in my town that are right on the heels of the fundamental school in terms of the API score and if he gets into one of them then we may decline the spot at the fundamental school. If he gets it. Which I'll find out either tomorrow or Wednesday.
So that's what we've been up to for the past month and a half. It's been busy, it's been sad, but for the most part it's been relatively normal around the Clark-Walker household.
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