Dr. Bear

Yesterday Ivy had her tonsils out. Her aunt let her take a stuffed bear to the hospital, and the nurses dressed him up for surgery! Let me introduce you to Dr. Bear! He was there to help Ivy through, and now, she wants to be a Doctor. Next week she will probably want to be a pilot or something, but for now it is Doctor.
Thank goodness next week is spring break and she won't have to miss anymore school. With all the days she has missed being sick, will she flunk kindergarten?????

Temple

Those who know me know that genealogy has been my passion (or dare I say addiction) for over 30 years, and in all those years of researching and Temple work I have never had as wonderful an experince within Temple walls as I did this past Saturday. March 20, 2010 is the day that I, with my 2 sisters, entered the Temple to be sealed to our desceased parents. How can I describe the joy that this one event has brought to me. When I was attending Dixie College, almost all my friends had something I did not. They were a part of an Eternal Family. Knowing that I did not have that made such an impression on me that it started me on my quest of doing genealogy, to find my ancestors, so that I would have an Eternal Family, even though for many years there was a link missing. Even after being sealed to my sweetheart, there was still a link missing. Now that link is there. I can not even describe the feelings that I had Saturday. What a wonderful day. Thank you to all who were there and helped make the day perfect!

Not Mono

Well, Mono turned out to be an abcess on Ivy's tonsil that was huge for someone so little. 3 days in the hospital later, she came home still with huge tonsils for her age. So today Ivy is once again in the hospital to get those pesky tonsils out. She left home with her mom yesterday saying "grandma, no more pokes". How do you explain to a 5 year old that they have to "poke" in order to make her better. She does not grasp that she will keep getting sick, probably keep having to be in the hospital later if this is not taken care of. Why does it have to hurt to make someone better?
I love you Ivy!

Mono????

So, Ivy has not been feeling good all weekend. A monday morning trip to the doctor was in order, so off we go. The nurse takes one look at her throat and says, "whoa, those tonsils are ginormous!" They are so big even the Dr did a double take. Then he felt her glands, another whoa was in order. He said she has Mono glands. Oh boy. He warned me that the test is not reliable (does that seem strange in this day and age???) and even if it is negative she probably still has Mono. A 5 year old with Mono. Could my life get any more complicated? (NO I did not just ask that!) So of course Ivy's strep test and Mono test were both negative. What on earth do you do with a 5 year old who has mono. I think it will be along week!

Grandma and Grandpa

Ok, so I have this picture as my desktop. Tonight Ivy and I were looking at pictures we took at the play last night, when up pops the desktop. Ivy, in all her 5 year old wisdom says-"Grandma, that's you and grandpa"! Now, I don't know if I should be insulted??? But being the wonderful grandma that I am, I just said, "do I look that bad?" Out of the mouths of babes!

It has been awhile

I lost my password, so it has been awhile since I have been here. I hope to do better. As I face different phases in my life, it seems I do alot of reflecting. Since Michael left to join the Army, I have thought much about this country. Our grandparents generation rallied to the call when the United States entered WWII. I know my grandparents had 5 sons enlisted at one time, 3 of them were even able to met in France a few times. I have made a collage of pictures of the men in our families who have answered this call. Everytime I pass it, I feel such gratitude to them, for their sacrifices. And now my son is among those noble ranks. I don't agree with war, but as a mother I am respectful and proud of his decision to serve. It is funny, but even when he spent a year in Iraq with the National Guard, I knew he would still be returning to my home. This time, it is the oppisite. Even when he gets out of the Army, whether it is in 3 years or 30, he will probably never livein my home again. That realization has been hard for me. But that is the plan, we bring children into our family, we teach them the best we can, we pray for them and watch them grow, then we let them go. Having one more leave makes me miss all of them more. The other day I was looking thru pictures taken when friends of our children filled our house. Sometimes those friends would come even when our children were not home. I miss that houseful of cheerfullnes that they always brought. So thank you to all my children, for the years of laughter and love.