The Last Two Weeks

I doubt I would need a blog entry to remember the last two weeks, but what a trip it has been. On March 14th, Jake had his tonsils removed. He had been having a really hard time breathing while he slept, and every doctor we saw agreed that the tonsils were needing to be taken out. The initial surgery went really well. He had no issues and bounced back very fast. Immediately we saw a tremendous improvement in his breathing. He is now almost silent when he sleeps- very strange.

Anyhow, on the 21st we had probably the most terrifying night of our married lives. Jake's scabs had come off (just like they were supposed to), but what we didn't know was that the blood was draining into his stomach. Sandra woke me up around 2am with one of the scariest calls for help I can remember. Jake had vomitted at least 2 cups of blood. We had no idea where this was coming from. Luckily, it was blood that was in his stomach, as we would later find out.

Jake was great at the hospital. He spent Saturday and part of Easter Sunday there as the doctor did another procedure on him. Jake never once complained and before they took him back for surgery, he had a big grin on his face as if to tell us, "lighten up mom and dad, it's no big deal. Our God is a big God!"

Our neighbors once again came through in a big way. Sheri spent the rest of that night and part of the morning with Billy and Sofia. Of course, she took great care of them. Kari put Easter eggs in our yard because she was afraid the kids would not have a "proper Easter". We have it really, really good.

Dinner tonight

I am beginning to figure out that I can get nothing by our children anymore. We go out to eat with our neighbors every Friday night. Tonight was the Texas Road House. I would usually order ribs, but with my marathon on Sunday, I stuck with the salad. Anyhow, Sofia, as usual, has to go to the bathroom just as my food arrives. So, I took her to the bathroom. And, as usual, she takes FOREVER. After about 5 minutes, I tell her "Hurry up Sofia, my food is getting cold." She promptly replied, "Your salad is supposed to be cold."

There is not a comedian on the planet that makes me laugh like my kids.

"Training" and "Catorce"

Training! Talk about something that has taken on a life of its own. “Training” started probably 2.5 years ago. Sofia was on our bed running in place, and someone, probably Bill, said “Sofia is training”. From that point on, “training” meant running to the bed as fast as possible and jumping and wrestling like animals. It is more fun than you can imagine and the kids love it almost as much as I do. We go “training” every night.

Last night, we were wrestling in the living room. The kids take all of the cushions off of the couch, put them on the floor, and then jump off the couch onto the cushions. Billy is so big that he often times rattles my cage. Once, I was lying on the floor, not even knowing he was in the room, and he cannon-balled me in the back. I thought I was going to the hospital.

Another thing we do is “catorce”. This is another silly thing that has taken on a life of its own. It is taken from the U2 song “Vertigo” when Bono opens the song with “Unos, dos, tres, catorce”. The kids will go to the door, I will say “Unos, dos, tres, catorce” and they run and tackle me. They love it, especially Sofia.

I am going to miss these times terribly when they get older.

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Our Photo

Our picture.......It may look like you are holding me captive, you have....captivated my heart, that is. I'm in my favorite place, the blanket of your arms.
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Puedo ir a McDonalds, por favor?

This afternoon, on the way home from Church, Billy asked me out of the blue: "Mom, how do you say...Can I please go to McDonalds, in Spanish?" Bill and I looked at each other. We just finished talking about our lunch plans....leftovers. So, I responded "Puedo ir a McDonalds, por favor?." he thanked me and there was silence. After a few minutes, I couldn't resist any longer so I asked him why he wanted to know. He said "Next time we go to San Antonio I want to talk to grandma in Spanish." My heart was instantly filled with love. Billy, what a sweet boy you are.

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Story time

Sofia, Jake and I lay on their bedroom floor reading stories. I turned to Jake and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He jumped to his feet, turned to me and dinstinctly said "I'll be right back." No one believes me of course except Sofia. Her and I giggled with joy.
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