Saturday, July 30, 2011

Our cowgirl...






Delaney & Angel (the one horse I actually was not afraid of!)



Nikki, Lindsey & Delaney (her camp counselors)


Delaney riding on Wizard








Wizard



Delaney just had the best week of the whole summer. And she spent this week at Equestrian Camp. As a lot of you know, Delaney is our horse lover. Looking through her scrapbooks, I noticed that this fascination with horses started at age 2. Doug and I had taken her to a farm out near Ball Ground to spend the day doing pumpkin picking, animal feeding, etc. They had a section roped off for horse rides. With absolutely no fear, she walked right up to the ring and pointed to the horse and said, "I ride horsie!" A love was born like no other in her life. Instead of playing with dolls & barbies, she opts for horses. I wondered how long this phase would last. Almost 5 years later and it's still going strong. The preschool director at Hadley's school emailed me a brochure for Equestrian Camp back in the spring and even though it seemed a little out of our price range, I felt it was important to help Delaney pursue this love and dream. In her words to me, "When I grow up, I'm gonna move to Texas and be a cowgirl." She stands firm by this. Never wavering. And if there's anything that stands out about Delaney, it's determination.





So she spent 5 days at Equestrian Camp riding horses, grooming horses, feeding horses, bathing horses. You get it. Horses, horses, horses. Every single day when I picked her up, she was literally covered front head to toe in dirt and hay. But what struck me the most was this glow she had. It was like that infinite happiness you feel that makes you glow from the inside out. She talked non-stop about her camp. She played with all of her horse toys. She couldn't wait to get back the next day to do it all over again. And her joy made me feel good too. I was happy that she was getting to pursue her dream. Even if it's a small step, for Delaney if felt big. At the end of the week they put on a show for the families to come see all their hard work. Watching her on a horse made me realize that she really does belong there. While the thought makes me cringe as I myself am not a horse person, Delaney looks magnificent on a horse and it makes me so proud of her. Strong, beautiful, young and confident. The makings of our daughter. A glimpse of more to come.




P.S. I tried to upload a few videos but Blogspot had trouble so I will try again later!

Saturday, July 23, 2011

The best laid plans

Summer time can be very challenging for the sahm (stay-at-home mom). Why you ask? Because there is very little time for the sahm. It's all about trips to the pool, play dates, Six Flags, White Water, lake, etc. etc. Which is all great and most of the time, I sincerely enjoy this quality time I get to spend with my girls. But some days, I just need a break. For real. So imagine my delight when Doug told me he was taking the girls camping this week. Most of you know my feelings about camping so I feel I don't need to reiterate about all that. Though if I had to use one sentence to best describe those feelings it would sound something like this: I can think of better ways to spend my day without dealing with the heat, bugs, snakes, dirt, wretchedness that camping represents to me. There. I know Doug keeps hoping I may change my mind but it ain't happening. My nickname while I visit the fam on the campground has been dubbed "Yankee wuss." See, that just sets the tone right there.

So Doug tells me he's going to take both girls camping, leaving Tuesday afternoon and returning home Friday afternoon. They are not going far away and I am welcome to visit any time. So I get all giddy with the anticipation of having a little time to myself. I'm mentally making lists of things I have to do and things I need to do and even things it would be nice to do. Tuesday afternoon comes and I follow Doug up to the campground to help set up and offer support. I stay for a few hours and leave prior to dinner. I go home and bask in the quiet, leisurely making some dinner all for myself and in between cooking I read some bits of my latest Kathleen Woodiwiss book. Life is good. I am able to let out my breath and relax. Two hours later I receive a text from Doug.



D: I am bringing H home.

Me: What?!

Me: Really?

Then the phone rings.

D: Hadley got dirt in her eye and has been crying for 2 hours. She's ruining our camping trip.

Me: Fine. (I am pretty sure I was in such a huff that I didn't even say good-bye. It freaking figures that I allowed myself to make plans and this is the universe laughing it's ass off and flinging my plans back at me.)

About 30 minutes later Doug shows up with Hadley in her nightgown, howling at the top of her "My eye huuuurts!"

I get the eye drops and Doug tries to hold her down as she's doing crazy ninja moves on him. She's writhing in pain and I feel bad for her. It appears that she scratched her eye once the dirt got in and by this time, her eye is causing her considerable pain. I know that if I can get her to sleep the eye will begin to heal itself and she will probably wake up feeling a lot better. So I wet a washcloth and gently sponge her eye. I give her a dose of Tylenol & then decide a dose of Benadryl probably wouldn't hurt either. I take her into her room and lay with her for a little bit hoping she'll roll over and go to sleep. No such luck. She cries for about an hour. I'm beginning to remember life with a newborn and envision myself kicking Doug in the balls the next time I see him. Who does he think he is dropping off this poor crying mess and leaving me to reap the benefits? Payback is a bitch. Finally I get her to sleep only to have her awaken less than an hour later sobbing in her pillow about her eye. Out of ideas and pretty tired myself, I scoop her up and plant her beside me in my bed. She falls asleep instantly and does not cry again for the rest of the night.

Wednesday dawns a new day as Hadley seems to be recovering from her scratched eye and in good spirits. I pack us up and head over to see how the other two campers are faring. I spot them both bobbing in the water swimming waving madly to us. Hadley is happy to be back at the camp site and anxiously awaits the time Doug will take her fishing. We spend the day lounging around, fishing, bug hunting and then decide to head over to the beach area for a swim. We've been in the water for less than an hour when storm clouds approach and thunder can be heard in the distance. The first sight of lightening sends us all scrambling back to shore to pack up and head back to the camp site where we spend the next 20 minutes securing anything we don't want soaked or blown away. A freaking monsoon-like storm hits and Delaney, who has become absolutely terrified of thunder, is shrieking and insisting that she go sit in the car. I shuffle both girls to the car and decide that since there is no other obvious place to sit out the storm, I may as well wait with them. An hour later we are still sitting in the car having an Angry Bird marathon. Doug, refusing to be a Yankee wuss, is sitting under the canopy at the picnic table sending texts to us in the car, complaining of the flooding problem he's having due to the onslaught of rain. When it nears 4 o'clock, I throw in the towel and pack the girls up to head for home. It's still storming and I know that neither kid will sleep in a tent with thunder to be heard. Doug refuses to leave and insists that he'll be fine. Delaney is reluctant to leave him alone but he assures her he'll be just fine.

Thursday is the day I tell myself. Delaney is bouncing off the walls with her need to be at the camp site. She has given Hadley a pep talk and now Hadley is excited and looking forward to spending the night as well. We get there and have lunch. The skies are blue and no one has scratched their eye so do I dare think I may have a kid-free afternoon/night to myself? You bet I did. Even though Hadley gave me an extra chore when I got home (I got to take apart the car seat and wash the cover as well as soak up the gallon of pee she managed to coat over the back seat), it was still a blissful afternoon/evening of doing whatever the hell I want. I read my book, watched one of my top 5 guys in The Other Boleyn Girl, and treated myself to a fat ass glass of wine. What can I say, I'm good to myself. I tried to sleep in but at 7:45 my neighbor's lawn service jarred me out of a sound sleep with their obnoxiously loud mowers. Who cares? 7:45 is like 12 in mom world so it's all good. Being away from the girls, even if only briefly, always leaves me feeling refreshed and ready to plunge in feet first again. Solitude is a gift and though it's one I don't get very often, it makes it all the more precious for me and I savor every little morsel of it.

P.S. A result of the awesome camp out left one kid with poison ivy. Some persons thought me to be overreacting when I noticed a little bump on her face but several days later it is very evident what Delaney found while playing in the woods.

P.P.S. Delaney admitted to me that there was one day that she didn't even brush her teeth. Ugh! Doug told me they were "roughing it" and it's all part of the camping experience. Add one more thing to my list of reason I dislike camping.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Not for the faint...

Working in pediatrics is very interesting to say the very least. Every weekend holds an anticipation as to what strange ailment will present itself this time. Low and behold, I have seriously heard it all. This is a brief recollection of the phone call that left my mouth sagging open and the gross factor off the charts.

Me: Good morning, XXX Pediatrics, how may I help you?

Patient: Hi, yesterday my son ate an engorged tick. We spoke to Poison Control and they told us what symptoms we need to watch for. They also told us we need to call your office and inform you of what happened.

Me: Excuse me? Did you say engorged tick? (I knew I heard her wrong.)

Patient: Yes ma'am (she chuckles).

Me: (I'm silent because I don't even know where to begin.) Let me speak to one of our nurses. Hang on please.

Monica, one of our nurses, is sitting next to me. I relay the information to her. She too, is stunned. Speechless in fact. We agree that we don't know what the hell to tell this mom. We agree that Dr. X will call her back when she gets in. For those of you (like me) who wonder how in the hell a child could eat an engorged tick? According to mom, the tick fell from the dog onto the floor where the child was sitting. The child, who is 15 months old, plucked it off the floor & popped it into his mouth like a piece of popcorn. I, who am not squeamish at all, felt nauseous at the news of the tick and where it's currently residing. As gross as Hadley is, I am so grateful we haven't had this dilemma. Yet.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Our summer days look like this...

No...we did NOT drop off the face of the planet! We're still here. I find it harder in the summer months to get in any blogging due to the fact that it's summer which = less time for mommy to get anything done. My house is a mess. I am completely behind on scrap booking. The garage has been begging for a makeover for months. But we don't care about any of that. We live our weeks working in as much water activity as humanly possible. Hadley is still holding firm in her "Miss Hawaiian Tropic" with her ridiculously tanned self. Delaney has advanced into the summer reading "chapter books" which she stays up late to do (even though she doesn't know that we know she's doing it). Doug has taken to the outdoors this summer like no body's business. Camping trip #2 commences next week and he could not be more thrilled about it. He has very much enjoyed sharing this with the girls although I think Delaney enjoys it the most. Hadley seems to be more of my mind set as far as the sleeping in a tent goes. I have spent every available extra minute I've had this summer reading (which may explain the reason why I have accomplished nothing else). But seriously, I love it and since I never get to read like this on a normal day, it makes the summer feel that much more special to me. All in all, we are enjoying doing a little bit of everything. Hard to believe that Delaney will be a 1st grader in 2-1/2 weeks and Hadley will be in Pre-K in 6 weeks. I mean I know I say this a lot but seriously, where does the time go?




Luke, Canyon & Delaney (besties!)




























Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy 4th of July

Delaney, Karalyna & Hadley awaiting the start of the Marietta City Parade



Our good friends & neighbors who came to celebrate the day with us


Hadley waving her flag (mind you I told her to say cheese which she is doing but obviously you cannot see her).





Sweet little poodle that sat behind us during the parade




I love seeing these girls waving their flags so proudly






Getting VERY grouchy until sweet Mr. Mark showed up with cool treat for the girls!








My girls' favorite part...the sheriffs riding on horses to end the parade!




This greatly improved the moods of ALL participants involved!









Little treats I made for dessert tonight




My little blue-eyed firecrackers



And a lion face to end it all!


Happy 4th of July to you all! Happy Birthday to our great country, America! A place I am so happy to live in every single day of my life and raise my girls with opportunity & freedom.