tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32099226518801200482024-02-19T06:37:26.186-06:00The Prickett FamilyGwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008621223952772780noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209922651880120048.post-60720005948670653242015-05-25T12:56:00.000-05:002015-07-20T12:58:10.363-05:00March Misc. Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>3/3/15</b></div>
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When we bought our house, I did NOT like the front door. At all. I knew that I wanted to replace it but never had the time to address it. Until now. After a couple of estimates, my new door was averaging $3200!! Then I took a step back and realized that I didn't like the foyer being dark and yellow all of the time. That's when I decided that the glass was the problem and I could live with the door. As long as we repainted it. The glass and installation was averaging around $500. That price point was definitely better until Jeremiah had an idea. He recommended that we order the glass and he install it. So that's what we did! </div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">I ordered the glass and we were so excited! </span>Out of dozens of glasses to choose from, I was down to three. Flemish, rolled gluechip, and taffeta. In the end I chose flemish. It was clear like we wanted but still gave us the privacy that we needed. Jeremiah took one of the glass panels out to see what the foyer would like without the yellow lead glass. The natural clear sunlight was beautiful. On 3/18/15 we had the exterior door painted brown to match the rest of the house.</div>
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The pictures on the left are the "before". The right side are the "after". Goodbye yellow lead glass and hello clear flemish glass!! So much light comes into the foyer now! It took a few days to adjust to the new lighting. I kept asking "who left the front door open?!" We took the hardware off the front door of our previous house because we loved it so much. That front door looks great now! </div>
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<b>3/6/15</b></div>
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Sophia was learning to go up the stairs. We used her favorite toy to motivate her. Her physical and occupational therapists use the stairs as part of her therapy. I'm guessing that she never went up on this day because I would've gotten a picture of that! </div>
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<b>3/7/15</b></div>
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I was cooking dinner one night and suddenly, I had THREE pairs of eyes watching me. I knew Sophia was there but Scarlett and Savannah decided to join her. I was tickled that they made themselves all comfy and cozy...just to watch me cook dinner. Love my sweeties!</div>
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<b>2/12/15</b></div>
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Savannah's Valentine's Day party at school. Don't know what her facial expression is about but I love it!</div>
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<b>2/19/15</b></div>
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Scarlett's spring concert at school. There are four classes in her pod and this is her pod, Pod A.</div>
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<b>2/23/15</b></div>
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The first snow day of the year! The girls couldn't WAIT to go outside. They made several snow angels and had a blast doing it!</div>
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Snow angels in the making!</div>
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When Jeremiah came home, he joined the girls outside. Of course!</div>
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It wasn't long before he placed the girls in a rubbermaid container and sent them flying down the driveway!</div>
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<b>2/27/15</b></div>
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On another snow day, Sophia fell asleep while she was playing...sitting up. Then, the girls wanted to play in the show with bare feet because daddy did it. Finally, the girls and Jeremiah had a snowball fight. He thought it would be hilarious if he threw snowballs at me while I was watching him. I would've been fine with it except that he was throwing them so hard. You should've heard the bass from those things! I just knew he was going to break my window. After a few hours of fun, everyone went down for naps!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sophia turned 3 years old on February 9, 2015! We love this girl SO much!! We are also <span style="color: #141823;"><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">very thankful that she is still here with us. It's been quite the journey and she has been worth it! We celebrated her birthday all day long! </span></span></span></div>
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We took a lot of pictures!</div>
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For dinner it was TGIFriday's! The waiters and waitresses sang happy birthday to her and she just LOVED it! Afterwards, we went home for more singing and birthday cake for the birthday girl! It was a great day! </div>
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The next morning, we celebrated the fact that she was officially home longer than she was in the hospital. 18 months and one day. Don't judge us. We celebrate EVERY one of this girl's milestones! </div>
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On January 23, Sophia's wheelchair arrived! In order for her to go to school, she needed a wheelchair so that she could ride the bus. We (Sophia's physical therapist, nurse, and I) spent a few hours selecting a style. Then it took me a while to decide on a color.</div>
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I had all these colors to choose from. It didn't take long for me to realize that I wanted a purple chair.</div>
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Then it took me forever to pick a purple. Seriously?! How many shades of purple could I choose from?! Oh, the agony! The agony!!</div>
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The wheelchair finally arrived and we all loved it! We loaded her up as if we were about to travel and everything fit. I love that her name is embroidered on the seat!</div>
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Christmas pictures after church. Sophia was in a mood but finally smiled for me. Then her mood returned. One day, I'll get my "perfect Prickett picture". Until then I'll just enjoy us the way we are!</div>
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Christmas morning! Let the unwrapping begin!!</div>
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Savannah is still into Spiderman and Scarlett still loves Hello Kitty!</div>
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The aftermath of opening gifts in the playroom. A few hours later my parents and siblings came over. Then, we had Christmas all over again in the downstairs living room. </div>
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On December 15, 2014, Kesha Rogers (politician), and Ian Overton,(husband and campaign manager) stopped by for a visit. She ran for the U.S. Senate and was defeated. Anyway, I was eating lunch and preparing to pick Scarlett up from school when the doorbell rang. It was these two! </div>
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We visited for a few minutes until I had to leave. Jeremiah came home and asked me about my day. I told him Kesha stopped by and he said "Kesha who? Who's Kesha?" I told him Kesha Rogers. He was so surprise and very disappointed that he missed them. Jeremiah is WAY more into politics than I am and I'm not sure how he found out about her. We went to one of Kesha's town hall meetings and Jeremiah became a supporter. Then he missed their visit.</div>
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Savannah turned 4 years old on December 12, 2014! There are so many things that I love about this girl. One second she can have a mean streak. The next second she is equally sweet. If anyone falls asleep, she will find a blanket and cover them. She gives me random kisses and will stroke my face so tenderly. It's the sweetest thing EVER. When we are out and about, she always think of Scarlett. If someone gives her something, she'll say, "may I have one for my sister?" She is so independent and doesn't need much help with most things. She's helpful around the house, too! She loves to conduct FHE as well as teach the lesson and prepare the activity. She is great about saying her prayers. I could on and on about this girl but let's get on with her day. And it was quite a day, too!</div>
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The day started with a class birthday party in her honor. Mrs. Talley, her teacher, pretty much did everything. The only thing I did was show up with cupcakes. Love her! Then, Jeremiah made a surprise visit and Savannah was all smiles! She is a daddy's girl 100%! She was SO excited and it completely made her day!</div>
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One of her birthday requests was to go to the park. After I picked Scarlett up from school, that's where we headed. She LOVES being outside and going to the park. In the bottom two pics of her by herself, she slid right off the slide and hit the ground. Her response? She laughed at herself and I loved it!</div>
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To wrap up her day, she requested dinner at TGIFridays! The staff sang to her and she received a HUGE serving of ice cream. As a bonus, Scarlett received free ice cream, too...just because. OH!! I think our waiter hooked us up with it. He is awesome and we usually request him when we go to TGIFridays. Good lookin' out my friend :o)</div>
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Scarlett had a Thanksgiving party at school. The room mom caught the flu at the last minute. Then, through a series of events, I ended up being in charge of the party. It was a pretty good party considering I only had 12 hours to pull it off. Most of the planning was done. The only thing that I had to do was make it all come together.</div>
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Chick-fil-A for lunch.</div>
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Scarlett helping Savannah with her craft.</div>
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Craft finally finished!</div>
Gwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008621223952772780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209922651880120048.post-18692483030895938472015-04-21T13:38:00.001-05:002015-04-21T13:38:19.687-05:00Halloween 2014<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Better late than never. Halloween 2014! We attended our ward's annual trunk or treat and went trick or treating on Halloween. </div>
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Scarlett has always been sensitive to the sun. Nevertheless, the girls were so excited and ready to go!</div>
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October 24, 2014 was Scarlett's Fitness Challenge at school! These kinders did so well and much fun was had.</div>
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The event started with a run. Next, it was on to mountain climbers. We practiced those at home on the days I didn't go to the gym. It was fun working out with my munchkin. Savannah got in on the action, too. Then they went inside for sit ups. Scarlett was selected to show everyone how to do a sit up properly. Finally, it was time for crab kicks.</div>
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October 13-17 was "fall break" for Scarlett. No school for one week, yes! One day I took them to Putt Putt and we had so much fun. We were the only ones there and we went at our own speed. It was great! We ended up going the following Saturday as a family :o) </div>
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After a while, Scarlett got down on her knees and rolled the ball in the holes with her club! Silly girl!<br />
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Savannah started rolling her ball in the holes with her hand! Their giggles were priceless!</div>
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I spent that beautiful fall day with my beautiful girls!<br />
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When school resumed that following Monday, Scarlett was quickly reminded that playtime was over and it was back to business! When we got home after I picked her up from school, she came into the house and feel asleep in the middle of the living room floor! Apparently, the first day back was exhausting! Other parents said that their kids did the same thing.</div>
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Liz attended her first dance on September 20, 2014. She was very excited and so were we. The bottom left hand picture made me laugh SO hard! Jeremiah was teaching her how to "properly" dance with a boy. She needed to stand that far back, only touch him with two fingers, turn her head away from the boy...WITH her eyes closed! I'm pretty sure Liz was saying "what the heck, dad?!" I was trying to make him smile but nothing was working. He kept staring into space and couldn't believe his little girl was off to her first dance. He makes me laugh, too!</div>
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At one point, the camera went off and accidentally took a picture of Jeremiah genuinely smiling. I didn't see that picture until days later. I love me some candid shots. Then it was time to go and Scarlett waved goodbye until they were out of sight.</div>
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Grandparents Day was on 9/7 but Scarlett's school celebrated it on 9/12. The grandparents came for lunch and Scarlett was SO thrilled! I'm so glad that my parents are still around to do this kind of stuff with their grandkids. Since this party was for grandparents only, I excused myself and went to volunteer in the cafeteria :o)</div>
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Scarlett's first homework assignment was to learn to write her name in a handwriting style called d'nealian. It was a little challenging for her to get use to it because she had her own style. Her d'nealian handwriting isn't perfect but it is definitely improving. This was on the second day of school.</div>
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A month after school started, she had to do an "All About Me"project. Parents could assist but the students had to do everything themselves. My favorite part was her putting "I love Jesus" on there first :o)</div>
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This one tickles me! For several days in a row, Scarlett would come home and tell me how she wasn't the line leader for that day. It made her so sad. So, I gave her a little advice. I told her that she needed to run even faster to her teacher. She did and for several days she was always line leader and was SO happy. I told her that it was okay to let someone else be line leader, too. Then Scarlett told me that another girl was really struggling to be line leader. Do you know what my child did? She let this girl be line leader a few times. I loved that! I'm loving kindergarten just as much as Scarlett is. Anyway, I managed take to this picture through the window one day when I pulled into the carpool lane. There she is. First in line! Love it!</div>
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Volunteering at school is a breeze since younger siblings are welcomed. I always pack a lunch for Savannah so that the two of them can eat lunch together. Savannah is a huge hit with Scarlett's class. Those kids crack me up giving her hugs. Savannah and Scarlett's teacher even hug each other. You'd thought she was actually in Scarlett's class! Good times!</div>
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Everyone had a different back to school date. That was nice because I didn't feel like I had to get everyone ready by the same date. I was able to pace myself and it was nice. Enjoy our BTS festivities!</div>
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I took the girls to get haircuts the day before the first day. I took Savannah so that I wouldn't have to make a second trip to Great Clips. They did great and wanted to model for me when they got home. Later that night, Jeremiah gave them a father's blessing and Scarlett was fast asleep.</div>
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The next morning came and Scarlett was SO excited to start her first day of kindergarten! She woke up with all smiles and was ready to go! Eventually, Scarlett was able to wake Savannah and we got things rolling! We had breakfast, got dressed, and took our annual first day photo's. We were off to a great start. Side note: two hours later, Sophia stood up! Assisted of course but she was weight bearing! That's her physical therapist,</div>
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We piled in the mommymobile and were off to school. I walked Scarlett in and she was so confident and cool as a cucumber. So many things were going through my head. I couldn't believe that she was going to be at school all day everyday. I couldn't believe that I was leaving her in a place that she knew nothing about. She didn't know anyone except her teacher that we met the day before for a few minutes. She was all smiles and ready to do this school thing. Me? I was trying to breathe through it all and keep a brave face for her. While we were waiting for the bell, our conversation went like this:</div>
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Then it was time for the parents to go. I gave her one last hug, kiss, and an I love you. She replied so sweetly "I love you, too, mommy." I told her I would pick her up after school and I walked out of that classroom feeling fantastic! I started making my way to the cafeteria for the Boo Hoo breakfast for the kindergartner parents. I was fine until I saw two things. #1, there was kid that had to be a 2nd grader crying her eyes out. Begging her mother not to leave her. It was so sad. #2, I saw another mom crying <i>her</i> eyes out. For the love of mankind, cut that umbilical cord! I finally made it to the cafeteria, met some wonderful parents and then we started to be sad together. By the end of the breakfast, we left feeling much better and happier. We were glad our kids didn't see us that way. Ha!</div>
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We get back home and Savannah started feeling sad without Scarlett. I had this bright idea to take her to the park. We were taking selfies and I sensed she wasn't smiling anymore. I asked her what was wrong and she said she missed Scarlett. Truthfully, I did, too. She asked me if we could go get Scarlett and I told her no and explained to her that things are different now. Five minutes later she asked "Now, is it time to get Scarlett?" Five minutes after that it was "Can we go get Scarlett <i>now</i>?" I gave her hugs and kisses and another pep talk and she was <i>finally</i> able to enjoy the park. </div>
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After the park we ran a few errands. Everywhere we went, I kept feeling a phantom Scarlett. It bothered me that I kept hearing one child's footsteps and not two. It felt like I was moving too fast and was too far ahead of her. Or, I accidentally left her because she was lagging behind. The reality was that she was in school and this is my new normal. It went from the three of us during the day to the two of us. It was SO hard for me!</div>
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3PM <i>finally </i>arrived and Savannah and I couldn't wait to pick up our precious, Scarlett! We were the first ones in the carpool lane. The principal walked the kiddo's out for the first week. I made this video for Jeremiah so that he could see her reaction at the end of her first day. Her first day went great! I was/am so proud of her!!!</div>
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This was the morning of the second day of school. When I picked her up on the first day, I asked if she wanted to go back and she said "Yes!" I took so much comfort in that. The unknown didn't scare her. She embraced it and owned it. I prayed so much for her and I have no doubt that the good Lord answered my prayers :o)</div>
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Hallelujah! Friday came and all of us survived the first week of school! Scarlett liked school and wanted to go back. Savannah got use to not having Scarlett around during the day. As for me? I had to embrace the fact that my little girl was growing up. One down, three to go. </div>
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<b><i>Elizabeth's 1st Day of School (8/25/14)</i></b></div>
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Savannah has been waiting to go to pre-school all summer. Her 1st AND last words were "you don't have to walk me to the door. I can do it myself." And she did! I had to run and catch up with her. She walked in that school like she owned it! It was great. She was excited, fearless, and had nerves of steel! I picked her up and she told me that she wanted to go back. Love this little sweetheart! Her first day didn't sting so much for me because she only goes to school Tuesday and Thursday from 9-noon. Three down and one to go...</div>
Gwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008621223952772780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209922651880120048.post-38936878135140974352014-12-17T15:52:00.005-06:002014-12-17T15:52:58.634-06:00Sophia Said Mama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
On July 30, 2014, Sophia said "mama"! It was fantastic! She kept repeating it and as soon as I brought out the camera, she wouldn't say it any more. Eventually, she said it again and again and I got a video of it. I <i>LOVED</i> it!!!</div>
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On July 4th we headed out to see fireworks! This was Sophia's first fireworks show and she loved it. It's interesting how things work out. Sophia wasn't suppose to be there. The nurse was late and we promised to take the girls. Time was ticking away and we needed to decide whether to take Sophia or let everyone stay home. At the last minute we decided to go. We <i>hustled </i>and got Sophia packed to travel. I was nervous about what kind of crud would be in the air but she did great! She loved the boom that the fireworks made and had such a great time. She was SO excited. Scarlett started dancing in her chair because she had such a great time, too. It was a great night :o)</div>
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On July 17, 2014, Sophia Lynette went to church for the first time! <i>YAY!!! </i>Because she was doing better and after she got weaned off the vent, our nursing hours were cut big time. We decided that we would get rid of her Sunday day shift, along with her Monday through Friday night shifts, and take her to church with us. The thought of taking her to church made me nervous for many reasons. The temperature and humidity is different at church than at home. What if that set her lungs off? Then, I was concerned about people touching her and breathing on her. Then, what if there was an emergency?! Being away from home and the hospital put us, mostly me, out of my comfort zone. <i>THEN</i>, there was the noise from her equipment to considered. I was concerned whether or not we would be a huge distraction for others. With all of that being said, the bishop and I came up with a plan. Let me tell you, after many prayers and careful preparation, we executed our plan perfectly! Heck, even I was impressed with us! I am exceedingly grateful that the Lord has placed so many caring and loving people in our lives. Having a special needs child would be more difficult if we didn't have the support that we have. So, thanks everyone! Love ya!!!</div>
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Two days later, missy was crawling all over the place. She can't crawl on all fours so she commando crawls. One day I was cooking and I heard this slapping on the floor. I turned around and there she was all proud of herself. She crawled from the living room to the kitchen. I think she heard me and wanted to be where I was. It was awesome!</div>
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Oh yes. Then there was this. Jeremiah decided to build a shed for his tools and lawn equipment. At one point, the girls came running in and said "daddy ran into the door!" I should've known something was up. Moments later, here comes Jeremiah with several cuts on his face. Apparently, he put that tool, above in the picture, on the door while trying to install the door. He squatted to do check on something. When he stood up, he forgot it was there and it cut his face. Sigh. Here we go again. Eventually, we got him all cleaned up and Savannah kept a close eye on him. Geez, Jeremiah. Until next time. </div>
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One day it was too<i> </i>hot to go outside. That's when the girls decided to play dress up. They got dressed up all by themselves and I couldn't resist taking pictures of them. At that moment, I just wanted to capture their youth, their innocence, and them being sisters. I love my munchkins!</div>
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Last month I asked a friend of mind to teach Scarlett and Savannah how to swim. Shauna completely exceeded my expectations! Her thing is pool safety and her objective was to teach the girls to find the wall. Kids at this age are likely to fall in a pool or get pushed into one. If the girls ended up in the pool on accident, they need to know that they should open their eyes and swim towards the wall to safety. </div>
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This is probably the most fun they've had all summer. Both of them are comfortable in the water and I love that! Scarlett is the stronger swimmer while Savannah loves to float. We pretty much swam at Shauna's house the rest of the summer :o)</div>
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First lesson! The girls learned how to kick by using a kickboard.</div>
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Both girls had to swim to and from me on the last day of swim lessons. While Scarlett likes to swim and glide, Savannah likes to float and glide. So proud of my munchkins!</div>
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Moving on. Immediately after church we headed over to my parents house to wish my dad happy father's day. They start church at 1PM and we arrived at 12:25. He opened the door and was in a t-shirt and shorts. Then we had the following exchange:</div>
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Me: You have to get dressed AND drive there in the next 35 minutes!! Listen, go get a shirt and a tie and I'll get my pictures why you get dressed.</div>
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My dad cracks me up! So that's the reason why my dad is trying to tie his tie while we took pictures.</div>
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Happy father's day, daddy!</div>
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One last pic before we left. We were in and out in under ten minutes. He never did get that tie tied. But we sure put a big smile on his face :o)</div>
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May is always a busy time of year because of class parties, award ceremonies, exhausted children that have checked out mentally, and etc. This year was no different. One of these days I hope to be finish blogging about May festivities.</div>
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I have to admit that this years awards ceremony was SO much fun. We love Elizabeth. But we can only hoot and holler for so long. She received so many awards and eventually we were just graciously clapping for her. That's when Jeremiah came up with an idea. As she kept receiving awards, he started to dance...in his seat! Then we had the following conversation:</div>
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J: Absolutely! Just like Shawn and Gus on Psych. They dance when something cool happens so I'm dancing, too! Come on...dance with me!</div>
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He had me laughing so hard that I had to bury my face in my hands. I never did dance because if Jeremiah got thrown out, Liz still needed a cheerleader to be present. By the way, Jeremiah danced through our entire conversation and until the ceremony was over.</div>
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One more thing, the bottom right picture is before her choir banquet. My mom did her hair and makeup and Jeremiah's mom took her shopping for the dress. She received awards at the banquet, too. Thanks goodness it was for students only. </div>
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This was Scarlett's last year as a preschooler and she had a great year! She was the first one in her class to receive a star. As the kiddo's progress all year long, they moved up the rungs on a ladder. When they reached the top rung, they got a star that hung from the ceiling. On the last day of school, her teacher "cut" them loose because they are now ready for kindergarten! As an incentive for the kids to become a star, Mrs. Talley promised the kids that they could throw water balloons at her on the last day of school. I love how she made the kids clean up the pieces. I'm so excited that Savannah starts with her in the fall!</div>
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Jeremiah and I celebrated our wedding anniversary on May 12th. By celebrate I mean that I spent the entire day loving on Sophia. See, way back in April I had to choose a mid May date to admit her to the hospital to wean her off the vent. I chose May 13th. I didn't want to do it on our anniversary so I chose the next day. Unfortunately, our anniversary was less than stellar this year. Oh well. There'll be more.</div>
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So here we are. The moment we have been waiting for was upon us. It was time to see if Sophia can breathe on her own without a vent. Upon admission, she was off the vent for two hours during the day and three hours at night. The plan was to have her off the vent for twelve hours during the day and put her back on the vent at night. By May 16th she was off six hours during the day and six hours off at night. I thought the doctors were moving WAY too fast. My biggest fear was that Sophia would crash and burn AND she would have a massive setback. But she just laughed and clapped her way through the entire process. </div>
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By May 23rd, she was breathing on her own without ANY respiratory support. WHAT?!?! She did it! No code blues. No setbacks. No nothing. Just like that. Done! All the months of keeping her isolated and protecting those lungs had paid off! May 29th was discharge day and we were out of there! Below are a couple of pics of her journey.</div>
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On day two she's just hangin' out watching it all happen. I love that she loves her race car.</div>
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THIS was such a fun day! I was giving her a bath and for some crazy reason I burst in Tina Turner's Proud Mary. The moves and everything. The more she loved it the more I got into character. It was wild and man we had fun!</div>
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This here is Debbie and I will forever be grateful for this lady. She was Sophia's nurse practitioner and I loved her. She has seen Sophia at her best, worst, and everywhere in between. And, she held my hand through it all. We were discharging and walking out the door and she told me that she was resigning. I felt like she knocked the wind out of me! After I was happy for her and was smiling again, we took pictures.</div>
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On May 29th, 17 days after admission, Sophia Lynette was breathing on her own without a vent. Yay! Also, Sophia no longer has pulmonary hypertension. Double yay! While we were there, her doctor and I agreed to try to wean her off of a couple of medications. She was weaned off lasix and sildenafil. We were hoping to get her off of her clonidine but Sophia wasn't having that. </div>
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After many prayers and support from friends and family, this little girl has made a tremendous amount of improvement. She's been doing great and hasn't had any serious setbacks. God bless her for that!</div>
Gwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07008621223952772780noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3209922651880120048.post-3740196242962316562014-06-24T10:08:00.000-05:002014-06-24T10:08:56.840-05:00Mother's Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Not to be cheesy but most days around here feel like Mother's Day. I get random "I love you mommy" in teeny tiny voices, hugs, kisses, colorful homemade pictures, treats, etc. I am so grateful that I get to love this family of mine. I'm more grateful that they love me in return. I am also grateful for my mother and for the example that she was/is for me. Happy belated Mother's Day!</div>
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Jeremiah's first order of business was to make sure that I had a Sunday afternoon nap. I haven't had one in months. The next order of business was to make sure that I didn't lift a finger to prepare dinner. He and the girls did well. We partook of BBQ ribs, cornbread, cheesy potatoes, and cole slaw. It was wonderful!</div>
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Jeremiah and Scarlett were quite proud of the cole slaw that they made together. He loves to make it from scratch along with the homemade dressing. It really is some good stuff! Thank you for blessing me with another great Mother's Day!</div>
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Because Easter was well over a month ago, the only thing I remember is that church was good. Afterwards, we came home for pictures and a nice Easter dinner. Wished I'd blogged about it sooner because I would've had better details. Oh well. Enjoy!</div>
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Savannah was SO tired and just wanted a nap. Poor thing was miserable. I asked her for a "really, really, really big smile for mommy???" This is what she gave me and I was grateful.</div>
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As usual, Jeremiah gave me a run for my money in order to get a nice picture. After all of the pain and suffering, I got a picture I was FINALLY happy with!</div>
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WHAT?! I can't believe my baby girl turned five on April 14th! She opted for a family dinner at TGIFridays. Her first choice was to go to China?!?! One of her classmates is from China and I think that's where that idea came from. Anyway, Miss. Scarlett had a heck of a birthday! </div>
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The night before and after the girls went to bed, Jeremiah and I used our ninja skills to hang balloons and streamers from her bedroom ceiling. When she woke up, she loved it and was so happy. The day took off from there. Here's a peek at her festivities!</div>
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First, she had a class party at school. Jeremiah even made a cameo appearance.</div>
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Finally, we had her <i>after party</i> at home with more cake and presents! Savannah was feeling left out by not opening any presents. Realizing what was going on, Scarlett voluntarily told her that she could open one of her birthday gifts. How sweet was that?! I <i>love</i> this kid! Anyway, Scarlett made out like a bandit this year.</div>
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<span id="goog_717018053"></span><span id="goog_717018054"></span>I love Scarlett for so many reasons! She loves to bring me flowers...from the backyard...or a rose from the rose bush...or a dandelion when we're at the park. She loves going to school, story time at the library, the park, and church. She and Savannah <i>still</i> fight over who will say the prayer for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and before going to bed. She loves to pose when I take her picture. I love her hair, giggle, smile and just <i>everything</i> about her. I love that she is so lovable and so giving. Well, most of the time. I also love that she loves her sisters dearly. I love when she says to me "oh, may I help?!" Or, "I want to help!" One of my favorite things? When she says "I love you" or "thank you" emphatically. Anyway, we sure love this little girl of ours. Happy 5th birthday, sweetheart!!!</div>
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Stander #2 didn't have an adjustable tray. Plus, it didn't have many positions. </div>
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And the winner is? Stander #1! It can do several positions and can adjust as she grows. The bonus? It comes in pink :o)</div>
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She'll need to stand in it several times a day for a certain amount time. We'll work out those details later. The stander should be here sometime during the summer. I can't wait!!!</div>
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She started to find her groove in it. After all, it<i> </i>is important that she feels comfortable. We thought she liked it, too. </div>
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I love...</div>
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...this baby!</div>
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