Memorial Day

For Mother's Day, we gave Kathy $$ for sod for her new house. We also provided the man power to get it installed. Memorial Day morning, we worked as a family getting it laid.

The children were inside, mostly causing trouble. At one point, poor Owen got locked in the toy room , where he panicked. He then knocked over book shelves, through all the toys everywhere and wet his pants. There were donuts and watermelon, however, which quickly turned his mood around.

Nice One

I made a mess at 7-eleven tonight. Mishap with the slurpees.


Nice one.

My Mother

All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother. ~Abraham Lincoln

Done Decontaminating

In the past week we have used:

• 1 container Clorox dissinfecting wipes
• 2 1/2 bottles of hand-sanitizer
• 1 bottle of hand soap
• 1/2 container of Clorox bleach
• 1/2 container of Clorox color-safe bleach for laundry
• 1/2 a bottle of carpet cleaner (thanks Annette)
• 1/2 a bottle of Soft Scrub with bleach
• 10 Electrosol tablets
  

I have thoroughly scrubbed the carpets, cushions, clothes, bathroom, kitchen and any other surface you can imagine. I have done countless loads of laundry and even thrown out a few items. I think it is safe to say that if you see us now, we are officially decontaminated.

Getting Better

Last week, Owen contracted some type of stomach bug, most likely rotavirus, and was miserable. After six days of diarrhea and vomiting, his body was beat. He didn't move off of the floor all day (which for Owen is no small feat!). We took him to the hospital Saturday afternoon were he was hooked to an IV. He was pretty badly dehydrated and hypoglycemic.

In an effort to make Owen less miserable, Joey began playing peek-a-boo through the door's window. During one quick move to hide, Joey smacked his head on the metal door handle and got a good size gash. He has a nice shiner and could have used a couple of stitches, but was reassured it would heal without them. He plans to get his tetanus shot today to cover his back. Comedy of errors.

Even after hours of IV treatments, Owen was pretty miserable and not improving like the doc had hoped, so we were admitted for an overnight stay. As a side note, the two yahoos who put in Owen's IV were complete morons. They managed to cover the bed with blood and then the guy got his glove stuck inside Owen's hand. If I wasn't so tired, I would have met the guy in the hall later and smacked him. Owen was courageous and held still through all the poking and prodding, but was in so much pain.

We were optimistic about what the morning would bring, but again, Owen could not hold down any food and his output was much greater than his input.

Miracles happened when he woke from his nap and was able to eat an entire NutriGrain bar and cup of water. We were finally discharge Sunday evening.

We feel beyond blessed by the support and love of those around us. I am still touched by the full answering machine of well-wishes, kind gestures (homemade grasshopper milkshake), offer for meals and sustaining hands. It was a difficult week, emotionally and physically, but we feel loved by so many of you.