My Perpetual Birdie Flipper

This weekend Alex's Diamonds team wasn't playing. But this team was... And she likes to pick up with them. She had a great time with them and played in two games on Saturday morning, getting this beautiful hit that resulted in a triple. A stand up triple.

After the game she and Ashlyn laid around in the parking lot listening to their Ipods and texting their friends.

In the second game there was a walk. An attempted steal. And an ugly slide. A very ugly slide. The ugliest of slides.

After the game, after the coach had talked to them, she came to me with tears in her eyes and said she couldn't move her finger. Sure enough, she couldn't. What is it about her that makes her wait til after the game to tell me. Or after school. Or after batting practice. Apparently no one but me can be told that there are injuries needing attention.

After the game we made our way to the hospital - which wasn't easy. We were following the hospital signs that took us directly through a Memorial Day car show\parade. (Good thing she wasn't having a heart attack with all the detours we had to take). Then, we sat in the waiting room eating candy, sharing with a little girl who had hit her head, watching a drug seeker trying to get a new prescription, a heroine addict, and an old man and lady who couldn't hear it thunder. Literally. Apparently she had busted her ear drum and she couldn't hear ANYTHING but then neither could her husband. Alex's friend Ashlyn and her mom went with us to the emergency room. While the girls were being humored by watching this gentleman and his wife "whisper" to each other loud enough for everyone in the parade to hear, and we were lecturing them about the hazards of illegal drug use, the hard of hearing older gentleman took his leg off. Both girls almost fell out of their seat! I'm not sayin there is anything wrong with taking your leg off in public but I am sayin that it could traumatize unsuspecting teenage girls.

Finally we saw the doctor who diagnosed an avulsion fracture of her finger and we left at the same time the busted eardrum lady did. She was leaving against medical advice because her husband couldn't wait in the waiting room that long because "he had lost his leg." We could hear that much through the door of our exam room. Alex and I decided that's why you probably shouldn't take them off in public...

You can't make this stuff up.

Anyway, no, the tape isn't too tight her finger is just that much bigger at the knuckle. And now when she drinks something or holds something with that hand, her middle finger is sticking straight up.

Everything looks better with pretty, newly painted pink fingernails... Even when you are being flipped a birdie!

Happy Mother's Day!

I had a great Mother's Day today. I went to church this morning with my two beautiful kiddos and husband and then I enjoyed lunch with my sweet and beautiful Momma and Daddy. Then, for dinner we went to Tony's parents to top off our "can it get any better than this" Mother's Day. Between lunch and dinner I spent some time outside on this beautiful sunny afternoon.

Alex has picked up a new hobby on nice sunny afternoons. Can you spot her? On the roof right next to the chimney? Sunbathing. Sunbathing on the roof.

Sunbathing on the roof seems to be a necessity now that we have this beauty. There is definitely no lying in the yard with her around.

Or, I guess you can if you want to smell like a wet dog.

Or throw the tennis ball over and over. And over. And over...

Her real treat is getting to play in the water hose.

And my real treat is getting to watch them...

A volleyball game, a dance, and hail damage

So, it's Al's senior year of middle school and apparently that's a big deal. She has a graduation coming up soon, they are on their "senior trip" now, and last weekend they had their "prom/dance." Several weeks ago they announced the date of the dance, which is when we first realized there was a slight scheduling conflict. The dance was scheduled for last Friday night, which was also the night of our county wide volleyball tournament. Hmmm, what to do? Her first instinct was "forget the dance, we're playing ball!" And, since her choice was to play volleyball we didn't bother shopping for a dress. As time passed, she started toying with the idea that maybe they could go to the dance after the volleyball game and just miss part of the dance. So, maybe we needed to shop for a dress after all. So we did. We spent one whole Saturday at the mall and tried on every dress they had... By this time, though, the sizes were very picked over and the dresses she loved weren't in her size and the dresses in her size she didn't love.

Then it happened. Like a ray of sun shining down from heaven, THE dress was hanging on a rack just waiting for Alex to find it. It was on the wrong rack with lots of other dresses but somehow she found it. Since we were tired and had tried on 4596 dresses that day we were very excited that she had found one. I hadn't bothered looking at the price tag because all the dresses we tried on that day had been in about the same price range and since we were doing our shopping so late most were even on sale. But, the dress sent from heaven above was the only dress in the entire mall that was not on sale. And it was the most expensive one we had tried on that day. Of course, we went ahead and got it cuz that's what you do when you're worn out from dress shopping and this is the 4597th dress you have tried on. And when your daughter puts it on she declares "this is it" and you can almost hear angels singing. Oh and don't forget the ray of light that guided us to it. I paid for the dress and we headed home. And she was happy.

The End.

No, not really.

After we left the euphoria of the "moment of the dress" I came to my senses. In the next couple of days I shook off the haze induced purchase and realized I had just paid a bundle for a dress that she was possibly not even going to get to wear. After all, the volleyball tournament bracket had been posted and at the least they were going to be at the dance for 15 minutes and at the most they were going to be there for an hour. It was time to take the dress back and pay the electric bill.

Now, to find another dress! Ughhh.... She played softball every weekend after the initial dress shopping day and had volleyball every night during the week. On the Wednesday before the dance, and after her sweet dates mother had asked several times what color she was wearing, we decided to lay out of church and try to find a dress.

I told her we would probably get struck by lightning.

I don't suggest laying out of church to go dress shopping. While we didn't get struck by lightning, we did almost get blown away by several waves of tornado-ish storms. We got one call from Tony saying he and Anthony, two dogs, and a cat were heading to the basement. The next call was that the storm they had just weathered was heading toward Knoxville, which is where we were. We continued to get calls throughout the evening to stay put and wait until the storms pass. We found a dress, listened to huge, HUGE hail hit the skylights, ate a Cinnabon, listened to the rain, bought shoes, listened to the wind, bought jewelry and then the mall closed early. We were forced to leave.

We ran to the car in monsoon-like rain and huge lightning streaks. When we turned on the radio we learned that these tornado warnings didn't expire until 1 a.m. What to do? We were 45 minutes from home? Another storm coming through and expected at our mall any minute? So, we drove into the parking garage and hid out in there through the next hail storm. We waited in there until Tony called and told us if we left right then we could probably make it home in between storms. Probably. And we almost did. We got really close to home, encountered a few roads that were closed and had to detour, and it was pouring rain, and lightning was flashing, and Alex was pretty sure she was blinded from one of the lightning flashes. She was begging me to stop at anyone's house. Just pick one. At some point I think I muttered, "This is what happens when you lay out of church." As there were lots of cars trying to get home at that point Alex said, "What do you think all these other people did?" Surely they had committed an infraction as terrible as us? Worse maybe?

We finally made it to Tony's parents house, holed up with them for a little while, then we did make it home between storms. Finally. By about 1o:30. Just in time to weather the last passing storm in the comfort of our own home. Later we found out an EF-4 passed within a few miles of our house and somewhere in the neighborhood of 31 tornadoes had hit in East Tennessee.

But.

We. Got. The. Dress.

We opted for a little less formal dress since she wasn't sure how long she was going to be at the dance but she liked it and it looked beautiful on her.

They played volleyball at 6 and 7.

Got dressed in the bathroom.


Turned somewhat into prissy girls in dresses.

Somewhat.

But the end product turned out beautiful.

She and her date looked great for their one hour of the dance. (He even came to watch volleyball instead of going on to the dance early.)

And he got her flowers.

They finished off the evening with dinner.

With 20 of their closest friends (some had already left when we got this picture).

I think this will be an 8th grade dance she will never forget.

Oh, and the hail damage all over the hood, roof, and trunk of my car? Totally worth it...

List of Lasts

Lately what has been on my mind is our list of lasts. It's so easy to remember when Ant and Al did things for the first time. Their first tooth, their first steps, their first pump knot, their first day of school, etc. But do we remember their lasts? The last time they came in the living room and squeezed into the recliner with Tony? Did I realize that the last time I took Ant to get his hair cut was the last time I would take him to get his hair cut? He now has his driver's license and doesn't need me to take him any longer. Did I realize that last time I took him to school would really be the last?

Last week we had another "last" that we almost missed. Alex has a growth hormone deficiency that was diagnosed when she was 3, and every night since then she has been taking growth hormone injections. We knew it was getting close to time to stop the injections as she had hit all the milestones she needed to hit in order to stop taking them. We were waiting on that last hand x-ray to see if her growth plates had closed. If they were closed, she was done. The doctor told us we would get a call in the next few days with the x-ray results, which would give me time to mentally prepare for her "last" shot. With uncanny hospital speed, that only happens when you don't want it to, the hospital read her x-ray that same afternoon and we got the call. "She doesn't need to do her shots any longer!." While it was good news it also meant that we had missed the "last" one again?!?!?!

What did we do? We did what any other parent would do. We lied. We weren't goint to miss this "last" shot. Tony gave her her first shot 10 years ago and he did her last shot, too. We went ahead and gave her a shot, took this lovely picture, and finally have a documented "last." Right after her shot, we told her it was her "last" one...

Our Mt. LeConte Trip

Every year for many years my family has gone to Mt. LeConte. We took Anthony in a backpack when he was 4 months old and Alex's first trip was when she was 4-1/2 months old. We went every year. In fact, we had gone every year since I was 4 years old. Then, about 35 years into our standing reservations, writing the check for a family of 4 became very painful. Every year the rate went up about 6 dollars, which over time resulted in an obscenely expensive overnight trip. OBSCENELY EXPENSIVE. Over 150.00 per person expensive. Not to mention you had to walk up the mountain to get there, carry a heavy backpack, and take lots of warm clothes rolled up tightly and stored in Zip-Loc baggies in case it rained. There was no shower, which necessitated wet wipe baths, and you have to use one of four bathrooms that is shared by all the inhabitants of Mt. LeConte. There was no electricity and the food they serve is only good when eaten On Top of 'Ole Smoky. The souvenir we took home with us was sore muscles that we enjoyed for a week afterwards. And we LOVED every minute of it. Except the check writing part. And because of the check writing part, we decided to investigate another way to spend time with some of our favorite family members and still be able to make our house payment for that month. We came up with a great idea. Beginning last year, we rented a cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains for the whole weekend - not just one night. Each family could go for the whole weekend for the same price that one person could enjoy one night at Mt. LeConte. And we were able to stay three nights. And not be sore for a week afterwards. And we could take a shower. And eat steak. And eat bacon, biscuits, and eggs for breakfast. And take a shower. And sit in a hot tub. And did I mention we get to take hot showers?

There are some things that we did have to give up by not going to Mt. LeConte - like the views from the tip top of the Smoky's. The solitude. The absolute quiet. Watching the deer graze from our front porch. Drinking the oh so cold spring water that you can only get from the moss covered, hollowed out log down the hill a little ways from the cabins.

Give and take. Life's all about choices...and we chose to make our house payment.

While we weren't at the top of the Smoky's on our weekend getaway this year, we still had some fabulous views. When we got to the cabin Friday evening it was dark so we didn't know what kind of views we had. We were very pleasantly surprised when we woke up Saturday morning to this.

This little church was the view off our front porch.
Oh how beautiful the Smoky Mountains are!

True to their name, this low lying fog in this valley covered all the houses and farms down there. Oh so Smoky were these mountains that morning!

This is the view from the other side of our cabin. Before the sun came up fully this looked like a lake off in the distance.

Our plan for this weekend was to go nowhere, do nothing, and eat a lot. We were quite successful on Saturday in meeting our goals. Charkie brought a box of old black and white photos that we spent a lot of time looking through and remembering.

We spent time with some beautiful kids who we don't get to see as often as we would like.

We took a walk.

Which we got shamed into. It's hard to say no when your mom's, who are in much better shape than we are, ask you to go for a walk. The problem with taking a walk here, though, is that when you leave your cabin you either walk up the mountain or down the mountain. And it's not a small mountain. And if you choose walking down, you know that you must come back up - so we chose walking up so our last leg could be the decline and that gave us something to look forward to.

We ate good jelly filled do-nuts.

Played Rook.

Played Apples to Apples.

Had staring contests - but no one could beat this little beauty.

And watched movies. Lots and lots of movies.

So many movies that we think we need a cabin with a theater in it next year. That little TV wasn't quite big enough for our large audience.

We spent time with our sweet daddy's, who are first cousins, and started this trend of vacationing together when we were quite young. Actually, it may have been started by their parents. Now that their grandchildren are friends, too, it's no hardship getting everyone to spend a weekend together. This is 4th generation vacationers we're talking about here. When we gave up Mt. LeConte it was with the promise to our kids that we would spend an entire weekend together in its stead - that's the only way they would agree to it.

We had a beautiful cabin with wrap around porches, an outside kitchen, an outdoor fireplace, and a hot tub. We couldn't imagine why we would ever need to leave.

But the kids did! They thwarted our plans of laziness by begging to go go-cart riding. We had to rearrange some of our meals (we certainly didn't want to miss one), but decided we would take them out to civilization on Sunday afternoon. They had so much fun!

We thought this was quite funny. This is how they gas up the go-carts. A boy wearing a long rain coat and pulling a wagon with a no smoking sign on it. Really?

There were certain rules the kids were supposed to follow while riding the go carts. One of those rules was no bumping. This picture was taken right after Anthony had pushed, not bumped, Sy just enough to spin him. And just enough to make the worker have to come get him turned back around and headed in the right direction. And just enough to make Anthony suspicious for paybacks.

And this picture was taken right before Sy "bumped" him back, in pit row, in front of one of the workers.

And got kicked out of this ride.

And this is them retelling the whole story and feeling sorry for themselves because this was one of their favorite tracks.

And finally back for a relaxing evening of getting homework done, showers taken, dinner eaten, and getting ready for school the next day.

We had such a great time and we can't wait til next year.

A Boy and His Dog

Mom of the Year

There have been several occasions in the course of parenting when I feel like I've earned the "Mom of the Year" Award. It's not an award that's hard to earn, you just have to lovingly neglect your children, do a lot of self diagnosing, and utilize maximum doses of Tylenol and ibuprofen.

For instance, when Alex was in 5th grade, she was spending a lot of time on the basketball court and she was playing a lot of softball. She also had lots of heel and foot pain. Everyone knows that heel and foot pain in that age child is Sever's disease. And the treatment for that is... ibuprofen. See? Self diagnosis and ibuprofen.

Except that several months later when I did decide to take her in to see the doctor I learned that she has a heel spur on each foot, which accounted for most of the pain, and the orthopedic makeup of her feet was quite askew. So askew, in fact, that they were affecting her ankles, knees, and hips. The physical therapist was concerned about even making orthotics that would correct it completely because she was afraid that would cause more pain, so she corrected them as much as she could comfortably and added a little extra cushion to the heels to help with the spurs. She has been wearing the orthotics faithfully for three years and...little to no more heel pain.

Another example? Last year Anthony decided to join the Cross Country team at his high school. They had practice every day after school where they would often run 4 miles a day. Soon after the school year started, he began having chest pain. Horrible chest pain. So bad he thought he had broken a rib and it was puncturing his lung. I took him to the doctor, they x-ray'd him, checked him out, and sent us home with probably a pulled muscle in his chest. So, what does a good momma do? A momma that's in the running for Mother of the Year? She gives him ibuprofen and sends him on running. He continues to run about four miles a day for another week and came home almost every day and went to bed. That running really wore him out! Eventually, the poor boy started running a fever and I finally felt like I may be out of my realm of expertise. I took him to Children's Hospital and found out he had pneumonia, which ended his cross country season before it started. Since when is ibuprofen not the preferred treatment for pneumonia?

Which leads me back to Alex... Last year (yes one year ago), Alex and a volleyball team mate collided. She had immediate pain and even had to sit out the remainder of the practice which she's never had to do. She even finished a batting session after breaking her thumb when she was 10 just cuz she didn't want anyone to see her cry. After a little ibuprofen the night of the collision, she was ready to play again the next day. The shoulder, though, remained a nagging source of pain throughout volleyball season and all through travel softball season. The pain was a constant companion through middle school softball season last fall but was bearable when we taped it down tightly. Next, came a little self diagnosing and thinking that a couple of months rest would definitely make it better. After two months of rest and no relief I finally decided to take her to the orthopedic doctor, who after a very thorough examination and questioning, determined she had a SLAP tear of her left shoulder. He ordered an MRI to confirm his diagnosis, which leads us to today...

Any activity you do with Alex ultimately turns into an interesting, entertaining event. Some of her quotes from today.

"This gown is very unstylable."

"I'll take that camera away from you if you take my picture."

"Do they have these gowns in kid sizes? This one's way too long."

"You didn't say anything about needles." (And I had kept that piece of information to myself.)

"I don't like this hospital. There are no elephants or kites on the walls. The walls aren't pink or green or yellow."

"The nurses don't have teddy bears on their uniforms. Or kitties. What's wrong with these people?" (She's used to going to Children's Hospital.)

"He told me it would feel like a bee sting. Why would he tell people that?"

"Why do I have to sit in this wheelchair?"

"The MRI wasn't too bad but I got bored after about ten minutes." (She has the attention span of our puppy.)

I wish I had written them down - there were many more Alexisms.

After the arthrogram the doctor came out and told me she didn't even flinch when he injected the contrast. He said the girls are a lot tougher than the football players that come in there.

We'll get the results from this test next Wednesday, and if his first impression is correct, she'll need surgery which we can schedule at our convenience. Our earliest convenience is probably going to be after this softball season, and after try outs for the high school team, and after she decides if she wants to play high school volleyball. I think I feel another award coming on.