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Today my third oldest daughter graduated with her masters degree from the University of Phoenix. Because the college has branches all over the place, she chose to walk in Baton Rouge, just one hour from my sister’s house. How sweet is that, to have her big day far from her classmates so that I could spend time with my sister? I have great kids. It was a crazy day, 850 graduates each of which had about 5 family members in attendance. It took forever to get through everyone, but Pap and I sure are proud of her.
Since my last post Baby Preslie has begun to eat, but still weighs only 12 pounds at 6 months old. She’s the cutest little Tinker Belle baby, big blue eyes, a pair of dimples. The doctor is not worried about her lack of progress in the outward development stage. She can roll from her back to her stomach and that is it. Apparently, all her energy is dedicated to developing that digest system, lungs and other internal organs. I don’t wish premature babies on anyone. But as regards Pres…all is well. She’s growing and thriving, just slowly.
Pap had a minor heart attack on Easter Sunday brought about because of a blocked artery. He had new stints put in and is back in physical therapy. That caused some havoc around the old homestead, so I still don’t have my business plan finished so I can go to the bank. Grrr…I’m not mad at him, but sheesh, I’d just like to catch a break once in a while. I’m sure he would too.
Rehearsals for the “spring” play are now rehearsals for the “summer” play, because in addition to Pap’s set back (he plays Grover in this production) we lost our director, Alice. Alice is one of those people that make the world a better place. She is lovely, kind and has the greatest sense of humor. Right now she has both a tumor and a lesion on her liver. We’re so worried about her. While she waits for test results and some kind of news on what the doctors are planning to do about this illness, she gets weaker and weaker. Pray for her please.
Baby Preslie is sleeping downstairs with Pap and I tonight. She is sick, a regular tiny snot factory. Every now and then she starts coughing hard enough to appear to stop breathing which means that even though she is sleeping right now, I’ll be awake staring at her. Nobody suffocates on my watch. She’s three months old now and still only 9 pounds. After numerous attempts, the doctor finally found something she could drink but she still won’t ingest more than an ounce or two before she starts squirming and/or screaming and needs to be rocked back to peacefulness. Tomorrow she’s off to see a specialist and hopefully the best children’s hospital in Ohio really will find out just what is keeping this baby sick.
Progress is being made at the pace of a turtle on my new business. Still fine tuning the business plan while searching for a building big and empty enough to handle this crazy business. Perfect building number one is owned by an old retired guy who worked in the childcare industry for most of his life. He wants a fortune. Perfect building number two is priced so reasonably it will never stay available long enough for me to wrap all this paperwork and get to the bank. Who knew that starting a business was such a myriad of hoops and red tape.
Holy cow it has been crazy busy around here!
I’ve been working feverishly on the business. Daughter and I met with an advisor from the small business administration to review our business plan, loan options, what ever other help the SBDA will send our way. That was interesting. She’s very nice, and she has a ton of experience with everything except kids. Kids have quite a lot to do with our new business so we spent tons of time trying not to roll our eyes at her outdated and inappropriate ideas. We meet again next week so I have been feverishly drawing, painting and writing up the details of no fail business and why we’re fabulously qualified to run it. Trademark stuff is still not back, and it’s just killing me not to post the pictures and details.
Baby Preslie has gurd. Apparently that is a intestinal problem she will eventually outgrow. In the mean time, she cries after every bottle and that is only when one of us can get her to drink a bottle. Poor little thing. But here she is, looking so much healthier than she looked at birth. She’s up to a whopping 8 pounds, most of it to her sweet little cheeks.
If not for this brave new world’s medical advances, my husband would have died several years ago. Diabetic with vascular disease, without a quadruple bi-pass and stints, he wouldn’t be alive. But the doctors can’t do it all, he has to take some responsibility himself. A bucket full of pills and a very limited diet are necessary to keep him above ground. Which brings up the issue of Quality of Life.
He’s a foodie. He sells it, cooks it, eats it and uses it as the center of his entertainment. He did really well keeping his weight down for awhile, but now, at least from outside appearances, he has given up. 256 and climbing, 60 pounds over his doctors recommended maximum. For him, maintaining a quality of life means not amending the list of foods he loves.
I wonder sometimes what my issue might be. I’m blessed with excellent health and relatively few bad habits. Right now with eight grand kids and one more on the way, I imagine I’d give up anything for one more day watching them grow. I can’t imagine anything that would be worth more to me then seeing them graduating from college, getting married, and having kids of their own. Stop writing? Sure…if it gives me one more game of tag with Makenna, one more sewing lesson with Briauna, one more afternoon rocking Preslie. Eat only bread and water? Sure…if I get one more story with Ayla, one more puzzle with Juliette and one more chance to plant flowers with Brendolyn. There just isn’t anything more important to my quality of life than watching Aubree build her music career, and seeing who Austin will date next.
Maybe it’s a woman thing.
There’s our little Preslie! Home safe, sound, growing and getting kissed frequently by her nearly 2 year old sister Makenna. Katie is currently trying to win a mother/daughter photo shoot. If you will click on this link: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=186347494796178&set=a.186036331493961.37540.105714472859481&type=1&theater and like the picture that gives her a vote.
For the last 30 years of my life I’ve spent New Year’s day holding my nose against the reek of sour kraut and pork while groaning through an entire day of football. Football, ugh, the bane of my existance. I am irritated by football for a number of reasons, none of which will be included in this post. Because year 31 was my lucky day. While the rest of my family was whooping it up over football, I managed to escape to my daughter’s well appointed basement for a lovely quiet day of sewing and writing. Sadly, I still had to put up with the stink of sour kraut.
Happy New Year!
Merry Christmas! This year, more than any other, I pity the Scrooges. The intellectuals that want to argue about the actual date of Christ’s birth and that it isn’t December 25th. The discouraged who see only the commercialism and fail to see the spirit of joy behind the display. The angry folk jaded by all that is ugly in the world and can’t let go for even this one glorious day. The scoundrals who will take advantage of the kindness of others. To all of them: I wish you a day of peace, joy, and optimism.
Katie is home and Preslie Grace is doing her best to follow her mother. She is no longer jaundiced, and out from under the heat lamp. She’s eating a little more every feeding and has just one more milestone to reach to come home. She must be able to maintain her body heat when they take her out of the box. Merry Christmas!