tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249940602024-03-06T23:32:03.553-05:00Our Little BraveheartSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-51227121927733343002012-12-21T14:09:00.000-05:002014-05-12T17:03:30.014-04:00Merry Christmas & a whole lot more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsqevufgcjFoJs5nRXZy0cK5fzfhFyT5ZG499Gk8nAwSIF-8-bW3V7tIZR88ADre9EzjR4E2zEJa5V5ricN8BzBMs8ohuyndtek0SCO39oc1IjpbufQPdXKK2lWg0XQVh77wW/s1600/Dr.+M.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsqevufgcjFoJs5nRXZy0cK5fzfhFyT5ZG499Gk8nAwSIF-8-bW3V7tIZR88ADre9EzjR4E2zEJa5V5ricN8BzBMs8ohuyndtek0SCO39oc1IjpbufQPdXKK2lWg0XQVh77wW/s320/Dr.+M.jpg" /></a>
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Our big guy... he is doing amazingly good. He is the smartest, cutest and silliest kid I know. He remains at the top of his class in all subjects. He loves to read. He is probably already better at Math than I am. He is blessed with another wonderful teacher this year. We have always been so blessed with good teachers. We just had his 6 month cardio check up where Dr. McOmber said, "no change see you in 6 months." I can't tell you the relief that washes over all of us when good news is given there. Evan told him the only reason he likes to come is to see him and his nurses. Dr. McOmber said, "Evan... that's why I do what I do." I got a great picture of him and his nurses. I always forget that but not this time. The night before the appointment we made cookies for his Dr. and watched White Christmas. When going to bed and saying prayers Evan asked, "am I going to have another surgery Mom?" I promised to never lie to him so I always respond with, "I don't know Evan but I don't think so... Dr. McOmber would never let you go 6 months if thought it was possible something needed to be done anytime soon." I also reminded him that his favorite nurse had called that very day and said to tell Evan they were fighting over who got to take him back. He knew his Cheryl would win - she has seniority of course. He smiled when I told him she had called... You can tell from the pictures that these nurses (a few amazing ones missing) and this Dr. are like family to us. We just love them. Anyway... Evan at bedtime the night before said, "Mom, help me think good thoughts, I can't sleep." I got my phone and told him how White Christmas is my most favorite Christmas movie and that "Count your Blessings" was a song we could learn and so I found it on my phone and we listened a few times, learning the words and sang it together.
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings
He fell asleep and I cried. My precious sweet boy that has lost his innocence having to think of things that most adults do not. But how amazing he is and I know God has such amazing things in store for him. He still claims he wants to be a cardiologist when he grows up and I told him he could do anything he wants... and I know he will. I'll be proud though no matter what he chooses... if he is happy I will be happy.
Us parents we are doing just fine... working away. MS has slowed me down a bit since Thanksgiving - lost vision for what 10 days but thanks to steroids I gained it back 100%. Of course the steroids bottomed out my immune system so despite getting the flu shot I got the flu and then a secondary bronchular infection. But I'm good.
You know what I'm really good... Evan's appointment went wonderful, My Mom completely recovered from her open heart surgery (did I blog about that?) and her stroke/seizures that followed that, I can say, we are well. I couldn't ask for a better Christmas gift or be more blessed.
I know It's been forever since I posted.... Again. Facebook is so quick and I can go there and post cute pictures of Evan and sayings and happenings on the go. This blog though... it has been such good therapy for me. The days when I couldn't say the words but could blog them. The days that I poured my heart out with pain or rejoicing. There are so many of you that I met right here that I hold dear to my heart. There are some that I felt such connection with even though I never have met them we hold a bond - we called ourselves Heart Mom's. They would leave messages for me and/or Evan - encouraging us - praying - letting us know they understood. I would pray and send love through a comment for heart babies that I felt I knew. The love strangers who became friends showed Evan through postings touched my heart and life in so many ways. I'm a better person, first of all for being blessed to be Evan's Mommy but also to be a heart Mommy and to have met so many other Heart Mom's that encouraged and blessed me along the way. Saying all that I think that it is a great time to publish this blog in a book form for a gift for Evan. I hope that someday he will read these posts and comments and know how very much we love him and how very blessed we are to be his parents. I hope when he grows up this sits on his bookshelf and when he see's it he pulls it out and smiles and feels our love. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-77184292220599976472012-05-14T17:08:00.001-04:002012-05-14T17:08:15.517-04:00Brave Hearts night at the ballgameI'm so incredibly proud of our local support group, Brave Hearts. We have gone from being a few families that happened upon each other and came up with a dream of helping other families, to doing exactly that. Signing on with the Kosair Children's Hospital Foundation was a big group decision but one we don't regret taking. What an amazing year! The families we have been able to reach out to, the donations that pour in, the camp that we get to be a part of... all of it just amazing. What a year... what a group. I'm so very thankful for the friends/family of this group. Evan has such amazing heart buddies. I'm always stunned at their bond. So WAY TO GO BRAVE HEARTS, what an amazing year, $50,000! We were invited to be guests at the Bat's game at Louisville Slugger Field where we got to thank our donor's, announce our fundraising totals for the year and throw out the first pitch. Can Brave Hearts get a Woot Woot!
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXGFJu6B_acXxOZoOkM7ee-sL8qfBjF-bnyzipXdKoccXvVZFIhHeTOimamiKRkFn54PdV1k_HV_1v8COV_prMxMjwnaOzqjZQ8dcls7o7w8cD7JFT1PuQQQeu1mMQHgByJB1/s1600/BH+Bats+2012+8.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXGFJu6B_acXxOZoOkM7ee-sL8qfBjF-bnyzipXdKoccXvVZFIhHeTOimamiKRkFn54PdV1k_HV_1v8COV_prMxMjwnaOzqjZQ8dcls7o7w8cD7JFT1PuQQQeu1mMQHgByJB1/s320/BH+Bats+2012+8.bmp" /></a></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-82369645353677771792012-03-09T12:07:00.002-05:002012-03-09T12:23:43.644-05:00Evan takes 1st place at District for Young Author'sEvan came home a month or so ago with a book he had written at school. His school was participating in the Young Author's program and he was to type his book and bind it at home. I was so proud as I read his book - his own words - his book titled, "My 3rd Surgery". He came home beaming with pride when he found out his book got 1st place in his class. A few days later he came home again beaming with pride to find out at the pep rally that he won first place at his school for 2nd grade. We were invited to the District award ceremony. We were two proud parents when his name was announced along with the districts other school's 2nd grade winners to come on stage. Then after they brought all the 13 elementary school's on stage they said, "First place goes to Evan". You should have seen his proud face. You should have ignored my proud Mommy huge smile and tears. Yep... I couldn't help it, it just overwhelmed me all of a sudden - that little boy - he is mine and I'm so very proud.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7oBCMo3rUxc8XakyK_HVby3Dx6kBxbvDtuaZjO9HP0CCLImwH8G57zXVYnZjmz_Kaeiy5cy5xxGsOpZFSC-UhO6M8z8YbVJZ0uCQFLpJ1zW1h4jlbcexJOD4_rLpsDE4ORLf/s1600/Young-Authors-Division-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk7oBCMo3rUxc8XakyK_HVby3Dx6kBxbvDtuaZjO9HP0CCLImwH8G57zXVYnZjmz_Kaeiy5cy5xxGsOpZFSC-UhO6M8z8YbVJZ0uCQFLpJ1zW1h4jlbcexJOD4_rLpsDE4ORLf/s320/Young-Authors-Division-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717949220621756706" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGf9Pm91zK0XfcbHrwDunGMm_v8ACtKP28lZeYtV1D7sTas9SExshJV6olnfSCnFJX906HTq8MAWg6Eq1wwV1lSWYY3dBywlCmfKLqTi-CJY7EEEsB9vmSaFvjQX__V_B64LOH/s1600/Young+Author%2527s+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGf9Pm91zK0XfcbHrwDunGMm_v8ACtKP28lZeYtV1D7sTas9SExshJV6olnfSCnFJX906HTq8MAWg6Eq1wwV1lSWYY3dBywlCmfKLqTi-CJY7EEEsB9vmSaFvjQX__V_B64LOH/s320/Young+Author%2527s+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717949225411542498" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-76352222388358851392012-02-17T12:40:00.003-05:002012-02-17T12:46:37.718-05:00Evan is 8!A few say they can't get to pic's so I'm posting a few of my favorites from his party. Evan says that this was the best party ever. It was definately the easiest and most inexpensive one. We bought $5 pizza's, made cupcakes and hung some black plastic from the ceilings in the basement - threw a few boxes around for them to hide behind. They had a blast and played Nerf Guns for hours. So thankful for great family and friends that celebrated with us. That was one good group of boys!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIEcvJBY3Jts11jtTgabek6wVRlFt67wvJM5dZ0KUeKSqoa8tkiHjNJP3ZK115Hw8-j-fsjFr3beQBHwS9r4P3eJ2rT7lAREsps7ubj6kdsiCMwyv7emsnv8UUUXmnqhOau75/s1600/Evan+is+8+-+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIIEcvJBY3Jts11jtTgabek6wVRlFt67wvJM5dZ0KUeKSqoa8tkiHjNJP3ZK115Hw8-j-fsjFr3beQBHwS9r4P3eJ2rT7lAREsps7ubj6kdsiCMwyv7emsnv8UUUXmnqhOau75/s320/Evan+is+8+-+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710161945219126098" /></a><br /><br />Waiting to blow out his candle<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub19sBmnDdBO23J5GwGbTrSNrU4MhwX9PAkkp4YdaxD9LnvhKTTrLl59QZGceGJsM289Xa02zGUVX0k9rZTSR9ihW16cmmw4Ghlj_0gwbphdeDpeXvcmF6d1y_OdDhhFIkI2V/s1600/Evan+is+8+-+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub19sBmnDdBO23J5GwGbTrSNrU4MhwX9PAkkp4YdaxD9LnvhKTTrLl59QZGceGJsM289Xa02zGUVX0k9rZTSR9ihW16cmmw4Ghlj_0gwbphdeDpeXvcmF6d1y_OdDhhFIkI2V/s320/Evan+is+8+-+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710161949128122914" /></a><br /><br />I LOVE this picture because Evan's little face looks just like his baby face...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ymqYrY1XjUQpHkZKAiODxogghexi0pb5bzdg3H2iLbi34lJa4ivrixrwHUpjqzVh-DV2drySiT-6Oqh8v36WeCms0fZ4WoYxhbyAjyxrKvOEtOA3rBj4RxR3NnLMRiOaP_mf/s1600/Evan+is+8+-+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ymqYrY1XjUQpHkZKAiODxogghexi0pb5bzdg3H2iLbi34lJa4ivrixrwHUpjqzVh-DV2drySiT-6Oqh8v36WeCms0fZ4WoYxhbyAjyxrKvOEtOA3rBj4RxR3NnLMRiOaP_mf/s320/Evan+is+8+-+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710161957365306994" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyE6tGMBtP4GjfnFzRrQG1R17YOyTKIH2yr-ghpGyMnbNQ2c8GItbEzF_KQ2NIrVTkX8YJk_4jeRY561SOe5cyId2qlSKtHqEP59i6ylnIG6GLTzP-4hWn5qlNpvEJgqrbvY2p/s1600/Evan+is+8+-+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyE6tGMBtP4GjfnFzRrQG1R17YOyTKIH2yr-ghpGyMnbNQ2c8GItbEzF_KQ2NIrVTkX8YJk_4jeRY561SOe5cyId2qlSKtHqEP59i6ylnIG6GLTzP-4hWn5qlNpvEJgqrbvY2p/s320/Evan+is+8+-+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710161976164613058" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn44iu02GliTttK6JI1UPWGkRsa63soPEaImgILw83gb0noXe51hv5YzlHAljhVt-BzJ1HDM0_ZjoyO3GzTH_PcZanajp7avTQtRKckyd8Ddk22eiHU3hOBjoMRrkTiLgC5ICR/s1600/Evan+is+8+-+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn44iu02GliTttK6JI1UPWGkRsa63soPEaImgILw83gb0noXe51hv5YzlHAljhVt-BzJ1HDM0_ZjoyO3GzTH_PcZanajp7avTQtRKckyd8Ddk22eiHU3hOBjoMRrkTiLgC5ICR/s320/Evan+is+8+-+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710161985860483346" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-79180153917528084012012-01-18T14:34:00.007-05:002012-01-18T15:41:01.777-05:00My Sensitive GuyI think of things I want to document on Evan's blog and then think - I should wait until x and then post a big update. Then he says something else that I want to document and I remember, wasn't there something else I had meant to put but, by then I have already forgotten. That's how it's been lately when I think of posting here. So... I'm posting today in fear I'll forget what I'm thinking if I wait until there is more to say, lol.<br />Evan is doing great. Sometimes he pushes me to the limit and I lose my cool and then others I have tears in my eyes at how proud I am of him. At school Evan stays in the top of his class. He doesn't struggle at all with any of the subjects and doesn't need help hardly with any of his homework. He loves school and doesn't want to miss a day. I was exhausted after the holiday and mentioned to him tha he and I should skip the first day back and he looked at me like I was crazy and said... I have perfect attendance and I'm not ruining that Mom. Okay... geez. He loves his teacher. He has been blessed with good teachers and so far has loved each of them. I'm so thankful for that. His testing scores are really high - in the top 2% of his grade - he and his little school/heart buddy friend hold the top % - isn't that cool?!? His handwriting does get a little sloppy and I sometimes make him redo it. Mean Mama. He usually doesn't complain though - at homework time he climbs up to the kitchen bar and 5 minutes later he is done and off to play. He loves to read and be read to. So academically at school he is doing great. Socially he is doing pretty good. He still struggles to understand relationships. He is so sensitive. He still cries very easily if his feelings are hurt. It doesn't take much to hurt his feelings and he doesn't forget it easily either. I still encourage him to try hard to not let little things get to him and his response is always, "I try Mom, I do, but it hurts to stop the cry when I need to." So he cries. He also tells everything. If Evan says how something happened you can be pretty sure it's the truth. He doesn't hold anything in, even if it is going to get him in trouble. Because he tells everything he can be known to be quite the tattler. I'm sure this is annoying to his teacher at times, it is to me. He will be telling me a whole run down of something that happened at school and it ends with "and Mom I told!" Like I should be surprised. I'm always trying to encourage him to give people a break or to remember that sometimes people, including himself, have bad days. He is so sensitive. Have I said that? Some things have really been worrying him. This usually comes out during his shower at night. He doesn't like to be in the bathroom alone so usually he gets in the shower as I'm finishing up with my nightly routine of brushing teeth and putting on moisturizer. He will ask in a slightly trembled voice "Mom, I have a question." Currently he is very worried about his middle finger. Someone at school explained to a number of kids on the playground what it was. Evan came home and asked about it and we explained in terms we were okay with and why we don't use those gestures or language. However, Evan has always liked to pop his fingers. He also uses his fingers to count sometimes, etc. He has asked probably no less than 20 times if that is okay. While he is in the shower the conversation goes<br />-Mom I did it again and I wondered afterwards if I was doing a bad thing or not<br />-Did you mean it to be bad<br />-no, I was just popping my fingers <br />-then it wasn't bad, it's only bad if you mean for it to be bad Evan<br />-but after I popped them I remembered what it means so is that bad because I remembered<br />-no... <br />And so the conversation goes. I've told him God gave him 10 fingers and expects him to use them for his good. He still worries and brings it up quite often. He is really hard on himself if he thinks he possibly did something bad so we have been really trying to make sure he doesn't think HE is bad. So often he pushes his limits on smart mouthing or saying what we consider bad words that I have started to worry that maybe all this is because he doesn't get enough praise. So Eric and I have really been working on making sure we praise him for all the good things he does and remind him how proud we are of him daily and that we think he is a good boy. This does seem to have helped. I wish he weren't so hard on himself. So sensitive...<br />I think he is going to be an amazing man someday... I just keep thinking about how hard Middle school will be for his sensitive little self. Hopefully we can keep his confidence in himself high. Thanks for checking in and from now on when something happens I want to document I'm just going to post it instead of waiting because I'm just too scatter brained for that. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6Qekymi0549dD6rk7255i04sCns2syT13GWHVST5TgYoQesjqwAaeHdd5_6albpDQI2pg2CrGpISsfOJTSYJoy0F27luTbMHd8bmuCEsLi208wUymk8Gv0Er-8sNV4C7n1UD/s1600/Globetrotters.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6Qekymi0549dD6rk7255i04sCns2syT13GWHVST5TgYoQesjqwAaeHdd5_6albpDQI2pg2CrGpISsfOJTSYJoy0F27luTbMHd8bmuCEsLi208wUymk8Gv0Er-8sNV4C7n1UD/s320/Globetrotters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699071845918627394" /></a><br /><br /><br />Evan & His school/heart buddy Caleb at the Globetrotters game at the Yum Center.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW41DxWECJa3pEomaxZ6IlEjFegGI5l4sEXO99yI3N6pJb8ZQGbLFpCFPsk_z9uQgmfrJ6ue5zXPGkKjRd1Rm5B1dQNdBq4lhyphenhyphenbqoAzHzwCWx1D0dcqYe6D-3lNknYeVpRGTWZ/s1600/Globetrotters+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW41DxWECJa3pEomaxZ6IlEjFegGI5l4sEXO99yI3N6pJb8ZQGbLFpCFPsk_z9uQgmfrJ6ue5zXPGkKjRd1Rm5B1dQNdBq4lhyphenhyphenbqoAzHzwCWx1D0dcqYe6D-3lNknYeVpRGTWZ/s320/Globetrotters+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699073851329369778" /></a><br /><br /><br />Us at the Harlem Globetrotters game. Our local heart support group went together. What a fun night.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-76434077473734527882011-12-14T16:48:00.002-05:002011-12-14T17:02:07.773-05:00Another Great Report!I posted in on FB from the parking lot of the cardio's office but just haven't had a chance to do so here yet BUT, we got another great report from the cardio! There hadn't been any changes since the last visit in June and we don't have to go back for 6 months again. I feel so incredibly blessed and was given the best Christmas present this Mom could hope for.<br />A little bit about this appointment...<br />I have always been honest and open about Evan's heart and all that involves it. I didn't want him to worry too much about the appointment but didnt' want to wait to tell him in the car pool line that morning that he had an appointment in fear of a meltdown. I told him the night before that he would be going to see his favorite Dr. the next afternoon. At first he was quite excited and then almost just as quick he started to cry. He said things like, I don't want to have another surgery, I can't have another surgery, please tell me I won't have to ever do that again, why do I have to go, do they think I'm going to have to have another surgery, I wish I could just get a break, I wonder why God made me this way, I wish God would take this away. All the things that just broke this Mommy's heart. I sat and listened and talked to him about how everyone has something and the good that has come from it. That our little local support group would have never been formed if it wasn't for him and the other Brave Hearts that started it. That he will help children in our community with special hearts for years to come. I also reminded him of heart friends that have it much worse off. He has a special place for one of them - Annie - and he said, your right Mom, Annie hasn't had as many breaks from this as I've had. He seemed to do okay and then broke down again at bedtime. When we got to the cardio the next day he told him that he was scared. Our cardio is awesome, have I said that before? He told Evan that he would always be honest and that let's do this echo and see. He told him all was well and Evan said, not even a cath?!? He was so happy. The cardio told him if he ever got scared and wanted reassurance to call him. How sweet! So how AWESOME is that? Another six months! I'm praying more good visits like this help Evan's fear and anxiety be less and mine as well. What an amazing present though.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-40282113982796313082011-12-12T10:16:00.001-05:002011-12-12T10:16:53.814-05:00Merry Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOo8_BKXcPMtmRVvvwtaVMHxjBiR6LraCCoZzTmBCSMel73Mccpxv3OAMvDLpff2GkHFAGnVl2Zf83xcWUBAhfNG7HZURjdsVJ-uFlYokWry-e5M14F-nJ6EIEBXtg9IXq9XU/s1600/Merry+Christmas.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOo8_BKXcPMtmRVvvwtaVMHxjBiR6LraCCoZzTmBCSMel73Mccpxv3OAMvDLpff2GkHFAGnVl2Zf83xcWUBAhfNG7HZURjdsVJ-uFlYokWry-e5M14F-nJ6EIEBXtg9IXq9XU/s320/Merry+Christmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685261134666425650" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-6859408189512465592011-12-01T15:24:00.002-05:002011-12-01T15:29:52.271-05:00Elf MagicOur Elf Jingle is back!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVairxvVbc3a-XfOuZD_I-P33sUjoje7Gdxhj1_EOdrM4e2PruZxGdWQWhp6IGo4iZbj3K0DeXYHdV6aJTm4SsaWuUGJDV1Mg496yZZOHxLSPEb9w5-rH1KMuJ7wfUBjjRzQpL/s1600/Elf+Magic+2011+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVairxvVbc3a-XfOuZD_I-P33sUjoje7Gdxhj1_EOdrM4e2PruZxGdWQWhp6IGo4iZbj3K0DeXYHdV6aJTm4SsaWuUGJDV1Mg496yZZOHxLSPEb9w5-rH1KMuJ7wfUBjjRzQpL/s320/Elf+Magic+2011+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681258775339463362" /></a><br /><br /><br />Jingle wanted to shop Black Friday too!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0F84waMONlJRKPf8Phn_jCEXuzvF68UQ_qHdebA_d0Z7K7B3qUQKdNCySHqrpPAG4zn0KXT2gj_48An9RkVvmYBxnUZcK-pclrrlxYL4G8lDkSjNL-kQxN9cIysYaSGWWyuw/s1600/elf+magic+2011+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0F84waMONlJRKPf8Phn_jCEXuzvF68UQ_qHdebA_d0Z7K7B3qUQKdNCySHqrpPAG4zn0KXT2gj_48An9RkVvmYBxnUZcK-pclrrlxYL4G8lDkSjNL-kQxN9cIysYaSGWWyuw/s320/elf+magic+2011+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681258778558884594" /></a><br /><br /><br />He drew on every picture of Evan in the house.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NhUD96L-Hdl7jTRDT3dAKJ3-mSOEznSwl4SfY2I76vrVUzkUTiwy5qPQkjZgQBVFfV5pwCp7LXl94xsR-V1ipUdKsS00hDyWkiRjrgp-cZaLOyqbX67LtLgxy7GHN6flR8Ew/s1600/elf+magic+2011+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NhUD96L-Hdl7jTRDT3dAKJ3-mSOEznSwl4SfY2I76vrVUzkUTiwy5qPQkjZgQBVFfV5pwCp7LXl94xsR-V1ipUdKsS00hDyWkiRjrgp-cZaLOyqbX67LtLgxy7GHN6flR8Ew/s320/elf+magic+2011+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681258794956243954" /></a><br /><br /><br />Evan took him with us to see "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBTysTE_VB4RFpuVO6NUCvgCWcgAFjwb2jm9JY5rH1IxRoXPB7WTW3swcK_yMYNutpy328Qi7ktyQkPoiVpdXXzTdm5uu6Y_7k95lvfUv9jnGzVH4pSQl7qfkGqMI72c-hQX_/s1600/elf+magic+2011+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBTysTE_VB4RFpuVO6NUCvgCWcgAFjwb2jm9JY5rH1IxRoXPB7WTW3swcK_yMYNutpy328Qi7ktyQkPoiVpdXXzTdm5uu6Y_7k95lvfUv9jnGzVH4pSQl7qfkGqMI72c-hQX_/s320/elf+magic+2011+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681258797013635826" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Evan's friend has an Elf and he left Graham Crackers out and the elf left a letter saying "NO GRAHAM CRACKERS!" You are supposed to leave a saltine cracker and water each night. Evan left graham crackers and his elf got his own crackers and left a note saying "Didn't Farley tell you? No Graham Crackers Evan!"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWW9DR469mHmhLnym62okG3rJ5HiFmOYfPo0acGg-jZgo9SciLBM8FttiDEp2klbRTSdXx1s_NsZbB_GblEYzPtLA4gGXzH0XYuWoJ_aDmA1zFc6Ltcb0uSP3GMsTkhf5s6F6/s1600/elf+magic+2011+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWW9DR469mHmhLnym62okG3rJ5HiFmOYfPo0acGg-jZgo9SciLBM8FttiDEp2klbRTSdXx1s_NsZbB_GblEYzPtLA4gGXzH0XYuWoJ_aDmA1zFc6Ltcb0uSP3GMsTkhf5s6F6/s320/elf+magic+2011+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681258807265111410" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-54869694792071087642011-11-06T16:24:00.003-05:002011-11-06T17:06:46.121-05:00Caroline Jane & Fall Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPEDFYis_6X-cg7ZlN7Pq0H4t-sqs6ojHkOs1ffdhIkG3oM392hUs0hbNbxOBipSbIKu_8bA0ICW74hjdMSZiOMTMPRUF0-xnAGE00wk45vStCoWBd5EkznJ28CaJqtDDyUII/s1600/Evan%2527s+Star+of+the+Week.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPEDFYis_6X-cg7ZlN7Pq0H4t-sqs6ojHkOs1ffdhIkG3oM392hUs0hbNbxOBipSbIKu_8bA0ICW74hjdMSZiOMTMPRUF0-xnAGE00wk45vStCoWBd5EkznJ28CaJqtDDyUII/s320/Evan%2527s+Star+of+the+Week.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671997525103284962" /></a><br /><br />Evan is Star of the Week this week! We are so proud of him. Isn't that poster the cutest thing. He is so cute! I love that he picked his cardio as his hero! I hope he is always so proud of his heart story and continues to share it. I'm also glad he see's himself as a Tae Kwon Do, baseball, regular little boy as well. He is my sunshine.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPWaEWMxNho7eC7hl13wo4ghgOx7aAErLEY4PDmNABkoWzHjvDFM7a2NlgEggn-x7ThNQu-LyoD80HmFfQuTbyoBow2NgboR-KkC9SEX0hJWMDK5Doip_XtCleR5JDjxyzdd0/s1600/Lunchbox+notes.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPWaEWMxNho7eC7hl13wo4ghgOx7aAErLEY4PDmNABkoWzHjvDFM7a2NlgEggn-x7ThNQu-LyoD80HmFfQuTbyoBow2NgboR-KkC9SEX0hJWMDK5Doip_XtCleR5JDjxyzdd0/s320/Lunchbox+notes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671998026894893858" /></a><br /><br />Since Evan started preschool when he was 3 I've always sent notes in his lunchbox. In K someone made fun of it and Evan asked me to stop although he seemed very sad about it. After a few days of no notes Evan asked if I would start sending them again. I had also always sent him a damp napkin in a baggie as he always likes to clean his hands after lunch. We came up with a way to still send notes and not be so obvious about it. So everyday I write a little note and put a sticker on his napkin baggie. He saves them in a little pocket in his luncbox and he doesn't like for me to throw them away. I sneak them out when it gets really full. Isn't that the sweetest thing? I'm starting turkey stickers this week!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsc3XQGV_ZNyCa3DAJyYwAzdWiLvrTqPGNSy6bCR22jP_k9jWJi9veAqtBMRtNTmfLqBtA226EXxYUOdDXU72d21MVCxAmsrJfQdW30kwppx76AocNEjDA248fEqe6ezLwMU8/s1600/Great+Wolf+Lodge+Fall+Break.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRsc3XQGV_ZNyCa3DAJyYwAzdWiLvrTqPGNSy6bCR22jP_k9jWJi9veAqtBMRtNTmfLqBtA226EXxYUOdDXU72d21MVCxAmsrJfQdW30kwppx76AocNEjDA248fEqe6ezLwMU8/s320/Great+Wolf+Lodge+Fall+Break.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671997528821300434" /></a><br /><br />Great Wolf Lodge - Fall Break 2011<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbAD7ziXwMdzT6pfd1WHl1us3IENWYI63AH4MSJvn7xIkSp3ZHnepDAcIyUWIKL2XZ4s-3MRw8GXI-DtjdSEkUL4jBcbRZoQqn05iqWqX0q8DqmnBCPsUC2PwrYLCzVg7jucc/s1600/Great+Wolf+Lodge+fireplace.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbAD7ziXwMdzT6pfd1WHl1us3IENWYI63AH4MSJvn7xIkSp3ZHnepDAcIyUWIKL2XZ4s-3MRw8GXI-DtjdSEkUL4jBcbRZoQqn05iqWqX0q8DqmnBCPsUC2PwrYLCzVg7jucc/s320/Great+Wolf+Lodge+fireplace.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671997540725005490" /></a><br /><br />Great Wolf Lodge - Fall Break 2011<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wp0bEjml5jYxqTIXgNI07OWVSZY_-7vbBhnG6fHiij5jxBO_xV-icml1vCE_z2cheNx2JQIdvqf0kbPahSNUU7vwOrF_N2siOFJ8HA0eyflbGNoWPDUAmRVtY0bNEplJ9ZXV/s1600/Kings+Island+coaster.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3wp0bEjml5jYxqTIXgNI07OWVSZY_-7vbBhnG6fHiij5jxBO_xV-icml1vCE_z2cheNx2JQIdvqf0kbPahSNUU7vwOrF_N2siOFJ8HA0eyflbGNoWPDUAmRVtY0bNEplJ9ZXV/s320/Kings+Island+coaster.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671998005786987394" /></a><br /><br />This is a very small kiddie coaster at Kings Island. Evan was scared of every ride there, including this one. He did want to ride it but you should have seen his face when it ended. He wasn't easily persuaded to ride anything else the rest of the day. 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Eric was already up getting ready to leave to beat the old ladies at the hair salon. I ran into the bathroom and scared him to death saying "It's time, it's time!" He went there to get their boys while I got ready and waited for Evan to wake up. We spent the next 24 hours waiting for their sweet sister to make her arrival. This was a break from the hospital at the park. The oldest told Evan he was the God brother. Evan had a hard time that evening. He is always fine with his buddy to come over but the little guy without his Mommy and needing Evan's Mommy to help him with things didn't go over too good. I had the talk "Evan you have got to quit acting like this and quit being selfish" probably 20 times. He remembers it much differently - the night both boys stayed and they all shared and went to bed on time. Rolling my eyes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJb6f763w6aO5-iJoKhh5dAOAfcHex1_OqGddvKEZfDJ3Fx065Wez8qZMnGf_2x7HVa2QkypUbMZBC5m4WTRwnzR8AEOvgbNvAxMYoUkTJd4Qu0IhM-nqDZ9IWz23UusidqsJ/s1600/Caroline+Jane.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJb6f763w6aO5-iJoKhh5dAOAfcHex1_OqGddvKEZfDJ3Fx065Wez8qZMnGf_2x7HVa2QkypUbMZBC5m4WTRwnzR8AEOvgbNvAxMYoUkTJd4Qu0IhM-nqDZ9IWz23UusidqsJ/s320/Caroline+Jane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671997511875178978" /></a><br /><br />Introducing Caroline Jane (Jane is my middle name!) our dearest friends - the kind you consider family - who are with you for a nice night out or with kids running around like crazy while we paint walls in a nursery have another blessing added to their family. I'm loving spending baby time with this precious little sweetie.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-27800474453359067802011-10-31T13:24:00.001-04:002011-10-31T13:24:36.129-04:00Team Brave Hearts 2011<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F102985459911928003423%2Falbumid%2F5669668104245982177%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-41341259046393547432011-10-31T10:25:00.000-04:002012-12-03T09:49:02.178-05:00Evan's 3rd Annual Halloween Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-90376752371669557612011-08-17T13:09:00.006-04:002011-08-19T13:50:53.002-04:00Happy 1 year mendaversary Evan!One year ago today we struggled with not getting an IV for versed and Evan wanting to walk into the operating room which resulted in me suiting up and carrying him in the OR.
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<br />I remember telling him it was going to be okay and that I Loved him and sitting him down on the operating table and holding his hand. I remember the nurses putting the mask on and talking to him and then him falling asleep. Someone - I can't remember who now - said "alright, get Mom out, everything will be fine, let's go." I remember walking back down all the halls I had carried him through slowly coming out of the suit and mask I had to dress in and walking out into the private waiting room where everyone stood and looked at me and dissolving into tears. We spent the rest of the time looking at pictures (a friend had made an album for us), praying, talking, getting updates, blogging, FB'ing, etc. until we got the news that it was over. Our little guy amazed us the next few days with his determination to go home, which he did 3 days later.
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<br />Today I continue to be amazed and blessed to be this little guy's Mommy. This morning a year later... I woke him up and asked what today is... he said "it's early release day from school" and I said "yes, what else" he said, "I'm getting my hair cut" and I said, "yes, what else" and he said, "I start Awana's tonight" and I said, "yes, what else" and he was out of answers... I told him that it had been one year ago today since his last surgery and this huge smile came across his face. I told him how much we love him and how proud we are of him - I went on to say "Your our Brave boy Evan" and he said "yep, I am."
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-76592590976814235292011-08-01T10:52:00.004-04:002011-08-01T11:33:09.742-04:00A Good Report - whoot whoot!!!Last week as Evan's 6 month cardio visit approached us I became more and more anxious. It was NOT a good time for me to run out of anxiety meds. Also not a good time to run out of refills and have to wait even longer. They came in the evening after Evan's appointment, nice huh? I went between feeling like things were going to be just fine to remembering feeling that way before just to find out things were not just fine. I kept thinking that this would either hopefully really help Evan to feel relief that he wasn't going to need any work for a while or that this was going to push his fear over the edge. He struggles with fear and although he gets better I felt news of a cath or worse surgery would send his fear soaring. The night before the appointment he kept saying, "Mom - what's he going to say - you think I'm okay? I think I am... I feel good..." I kept reassuring him that they wouldn't have let him gone this long without an appointment unless they were very confident that he was doing well and that they have to see him every once and a while - mostly just because they missed him : ). The day of the appointment he spent the morning with my Mom and called me and said, "I'm not going to need surgery again, am I? I wish I could just go and visit my Dr. and not get checked." I told him that getting checked is what is going to ensure that he stays well. I also told him that I'm sure the nurses had been fighting all day over who would get to do his EKG and take him back. He laughed at that. When we arrived at the appointment his favorite nurses met us at the desk and said - "we have been fighting all morning over who gets to take you back and she won because she has senority!" That got Evan going and talking and flirting with his favorite group of nurses. They are awesome I tell you, just awesome. They spent the next few minutes just going sharing stories and catching up - Evan loves to talk to them. Our beloved cardio came in and we went off for the echo - Evan kept asking him "does it look good, how does it look?" When he told him "better than ever" Evan jumped down from the table and I asked him if he wanted to do a happy dance - he declined but let out a "YIPPEE!" Cardio said there were no changes since Christmas and that we could go another 6 months. This is a record for us - a whole year has almost passed with not even a cath. Just wonderful. Just absolutely wonderful. So... I spent the rest of the evening weeping... isn't that crazy - I would be talking - calling our friends and family as they were also holding their breath and praying and waiting and I would start crying again. This went on and I woke up the next morning and started again when I got to work sharing the good news. I kept saying - "I'm sorry... I'm just so relieved." So we have a week and a half left of summer to enjoy and we are planning to squeeze in a few more fun outings. Can't believe my "little" guy (now when I say this I can hear people at the ballfield saying GO BIG E!) will be starting 2nd Grade next Wednesday!!! Oh... and his 2 front teeth that have been holding on for dear life despite the adult teeth being fully in behind them finally fell out - WOOHOO!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NYkxIQiO9wo58cBXjuoEGnokUl_fdzXBnas9J7m51uNwbzzJHOKmMOlX6JXkAbkvBWKm8fKVB0sdTdGjctwsY6VA7InDoOO9AIAfvCNzI0kVB__AILSvzb3MPwhq-1IC5KIo/s1600/TBH+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1NYkxIQiO9wo58cBXjuoEGnokUl_fdzXBnas9J7m51uNwbzzJHOKmMOlX6JXkAbkvBWKm8fKVB0sdTdGjctwsY6VA7InDoOO9AIAfvCNzI0kVB__AILSvzb3MPwhq-1IC5KIo/s320/TBH+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909156497439538" /></a><br /><br />We are gearing up for our 6th annual Golf Scramble to benefit Kosair Children's Hospital Foundation. So proud of these amazing kids and so blessed to have their families in our lives. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3c1F9frG-il-UGcoLmbdd7lj7msNdWr5bY22RDL90T9s3r1VLqpU20BafgVbLFnOUysF_MzphnMgW359JcVuKf9BZjKv-MZ0JOA8i2YeLtyy6rdD2FM2okaaT1UJE-wa765s9/s1600/Evan+%2526+Olivia.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3c1F9frG-il-UGcoLmbdd7lj7msNdWr5bY22RDL90T9s3r1VLqpU20BafgVbLFnOUysF_MzphnMgW359JcVuKf9BZjKv-MZ0JOA8i2YeLtyy6rdD2FM2okaaT1UJE-wa765s9/s320/Evan+%2526+Olivia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909054878185330" /></a><br /><br />Evan and Olivia (his little girlfriend : )<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIGk6rkB_zddiO2AvRA6yCnOYrv05rSH_n5_TEsiw8okb1wj62runtDWVoCeNlYg1OnXw6mICtRwBFEx4qAWJa1jQGH0Zqg_vGzhxXNpe7DWiOW9CfDx90fdXAFdzDBeK-Yp4/s1600/Evan+%2526+Mom+bday.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIGk6rkB_zddiO2AvRA6yCnOYrv05rSH_n5_TEsiw8okb1wj62runtDWVoCeNlYg1OnXw6mICtRwBFEx4qAWJa1jQGH0Zqg_vGzhxXNpe7DWiOW9CfDx90fdXAFdzDBeK-Yp4/s320/Evan+%2526+Mom+bday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909050949160450" /></a><br /><br />Evan & My Mom on her 68th birthday - she is doing much better now.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSBnfuLSrVtBytx6X737CeyGCVySIdG85KeY6Afwsr4Eg5i3jTAvAQGAPAovvqe5QMz9Pd5UEy1FptBENE_EQX4CQIY8iEJn7lkuCuYe-qiqr8boFSdiQF_yuKhhQXQcce8PW/s1600/Evan+%2526+Daddy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSBnfuLSrVtBytx6X737CeyGCVySIdG85KeY6Afwsr4Eg5i3jTAvAQGAPAovvqe5QMz9Pd5UEy1FptBENE_EQX4CQIY8iEJn7lkuCuYe-qiqr8boFSdiQF_yuKhhQXQcce8PW/s320/Evan+%2526+Daddy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909045795606210" /></a><br /><br />Evan and his Daddy on a guy night golfing<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xV2t3ya-sdll_DfAefwzLGudytDSj7db3jZsDryy297ZFG3b-LcTKjQLXT6_S5SndnRdFtzn_k2XnP4f1brc60PnwhhlprzUpkiRnxnsAOA8kWA5_RR1mDEU8REl0jqx8JK9/s1600/celebrating+a+good+appt..JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xV2t3ya-sdll_DfAefwzLGudytDSj7db3jZsDryy297ZFG3b-LcTKjQLXT6_S5SndnRdFtzn_k2XnP4f1brc60PnwhhlprzUpkiRnxnsAOA8kWA5_RR1mDEU8REl0jqx8JK9/s320/celebrating+a+good+appt..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909039306216338" /></a><br /><br />At the pottery place making a plate to celebrate a good appointment and loosing his 2 front teeth <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL5OFm3TEPzggG5U8XGlYmjn8mInv1-LQwygUAES4L-TmMoEyrj4fa3J6ZzCxwYSeb9BTTGtm6g1Ywx63vXxxWr8I_aLzLcMmp3HyB9QaZIwqUY1k_eCQsdbLcQjQYs-eSbUF/s1600/Big+E.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyL5OFm3TEPzggG5U8XGlYmjn8mInv1-LQwygUAES4L-TmMoEyrj4fa3J6ZzCxwYSeb9BTTGtm6g1Ywx63vXxxWr8I_aLzLcMmp3HyB9QaZIwqUY1k_eCQsdbLcQjQYs-eSbUF/s320/Big+E.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635909035333853618" /></a><br /><br /><br />This smile... this kid... I LOVE HIM!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-88887282076081713862011-06-23T12:37:00.005-04:002011-06-23T13:33:31.276-04:00Way to go CUBS and other news...We have been just enjoying life lately. Mostly going to baseball games and sitting outside on the deck enjoying dinner and watching kids play and run in and out. So much different than last summer of waiting on phone calls with cath appointments, surgery appointments and results. I have had to talk myself down from a few anxiety attacks of not seeing the cardio for six months but, I've made it through them and we see him this month! Now I'm panicking again... breathe. <br />Did I say on the last post that I prayed for neighbor friends, whew... there are always kids running here and there now - Evan leaving doors open and me standing on the porch holloring his name. We have boundaries and it feels SO WEIRD letting him out of my sight. Eric tells me to quit being a helicopter and quit hovering, lol. I usually sit outside and read, water flowers, etc. if he is out playing - a safe distance away to allow him to just be.<br />This baseball season was SO MUCH FUN. After the first few games the kids just kept getting better and better, making runs and good plays. Evan has become a great hitter! He gained a nickname from the coaches and fans this year - BIG E! When his coach first yelled it, "Get us a hit Big E!" I worried that it would bother him but then I saw this huge smile on his face. He only struck out a few times this season - almost always getting a hit - lots of doubles and rbi's (are you impressed, I learned some baseball?) They would yell "Get us a hit Big E - bring our guys home" and Evan would smile this huge smile and hit and when he would stop at a base he would still be smiling. After the game he would say "Did you hear them Mom... next time I bat make sure you holler GO BIG E!" So for baseball he isn't my little guy but, Big E! He had an awesome coach this year. He was so good with the kids and Evan learned so much. Our team even made it all the way to the final game in the championship and ended the season some in 2nd place. GO CUBS! I can't wait for next season!<br />Things with my Mom have been hard this summer. She started with knee surgery right before school was out. That went good. As soon as she seemed to be on the road to recovery and out and about again she came down with pnuemonia - 2 weeks ago tomorrow. This put her in bed for 4 days or better. She was really sick. She went in for her checkup from pnuemonia last Wed. and they noticed her heart racing. After an EKG it showed that her heart was beating 175 bpm and she was in Afib. I was shocked when she called and told me this. They set her up with a cardio and they confirmed Afib and put her on coumadin and a betablocker. It is believed to be caused by the pnuemonia as her heart checked out fine for the knee surgery. On Monday they checked her and her heart was 75 bpm and she was not in Afib. They said this can come and go but at least for then it was gone although, it is uncertain if it was the meds or it just being gone. She is at the Dr. today for a stress test, echo and EKG. This is to make sure there is nothing else going on with her heart. We aren't sure what this holds... there are a few possibilities - our hopes is that this will go away and never come back - she might end up needing to be on this medicine long term or there is a possibility they will have to shock her heart. My Mom is my best friend and this has reminded me how lucky I am to have such a wonderful relationship with her. Evan has been missing his Mamaw (and her him) but has been busy with Vacation Bible School and spending extra time with Mommy to let Mamaw rest. So thankful for friends offering to keep him on days I'm not off. I'm a lucky girl. <br />I mentioned storms in my last post - it has been crazy here! We have had so many tornado warnings and thunderstorm warnings. We had a horrible storm just last night - tornado that came through and dropped here and there all over Louisville. Evan is a mess during storms. He has always had trouble with fear - fear of being alone - fear of storms. His fear of storms makes him a mess. He cries and wants to run to the basement - sometimes I feel like if I shake him he would snap out of it but, I just keep trying to tell him that he has to listen to me and that everything is okay. I can be telling him let's get to our safe place and he is running circles and crying. No one would probably believe me about this but, we had friends over during one of the storms and they were like WOW... he is terrified. Poor guy... we are working on fear. <br />Hope all of you are well and enjoying summer as much as we are!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZe2iyUaReMdRpQkbweyAFMrYC-rNQ9pItqTyMtmtf64a_Ag3Sth8a5aUzJCYceZG4rUvyFu-tUVnYq5Wo-9x7Rff99neWS_ktskLTxmA0XMfAkCuOkFQs_hoOAI04xJzgO3q/s1600/Big+E%2521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZe2iyUaReMdRpQkbweyAFMrYC-rNQ9pItqTyMtmtf64a_Ag3Sth8a5aUzJCYceZG4rUvyFu-tUVnYq5Wo-9x7Rff99neWS_ktskLTxmA0XMfAkCuOkFQs_hoOAI04xJzgO3q/s320/Big+E%2521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467703306115282" /></a><br /><br />GO BIG E!!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWqnEK2GI2YZg-Gk8CO0XrzjYs_5M9_HC_xa_b1djTDz0pbiouMBaqnLWE2eHV-cEweo9rTL8A8vvA8blICi6cKcVOMtPF6LYzKGSyAwcRghbWAKoqejtqxjTEYWiZIz3dRzI/s1600/The+2+that+tied+the+game.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWqnEK2GI2YZg-Gk8CO0XrzjYs_5M9_HC_xa_b1djTDz0pbiouMBaqnLWE2eHV-cEweo9rTL8A8vvA8blICi6cKcVOMtPF6LYzKGSyAwcRghbWAKoqejtqxjTEYWiZIz3dRzI/s320/The+2+that+tied+the+game.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467649985399634" /></a><br /><br />Evan and Jake - Evan brought him home tying the game!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkCLmGGPtyZ9WKGnJl3TIM6JiGUfeCnUCwta4kxV35emAdpkYWETNYHQUKZOh4GhIoym6yrxhyiHwX3bzXddj8js79CX6YcoMQkOpQ-DJ0CxBu-q86yYl3_324g3CVJfTMXyb/s1600/CUBS+awards+night.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEkCLmGGPtyZ9WKGnJl3TIM6JiGUfeCnUCwta4kxV35emAdpkYWETNYHQUKZOh4GhIoym6yrxhyiHwX3bzXddj8js79CX6YcoMQkOpQ-DJ0CxBu-q86yYl3_324g3CVJfTMXyb/s320/CUBS+awards+night.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467643987426210" /></a><br /><br />CUBS 2nd place awards night<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXAAKNnpyJS5ij4pukv8IlvAGXdYuH3juP4lViowfw47WPa_01ExBUujuRxFDB9-j6euCNTwwNUlFPfJxT3tbIDOzBkiDwhJcCDSXyDAxkjAmST-r3uwyyqFY0mxGQYZDS4Ts/s1600/Mom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXAAKNnpyJS5ij4pukv8IlvAGXdYuH3juP4lViowfw47WPa_01ExBUujuRxFDB9-j6euCNTwwNUlFPfJxT3tbIDOzBkiDwhJcCDSXyDAxkjAmST-r3uwyyqFY0mxGQYZDS4Ts/s320/Mom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467640026147490" /></a><br /><br />My beautiful Mom <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuyPyJM0GMnoyZRux_wGTT6oOZRp3qXQlHElPrtEUlftq8U0BE4LI-yE-120g9YrZeKcmQcpTBWvWXIRep7W5Ticf0NJCCxe9ouc4sZnoYima0f-SCLki7zgrSglyFLGKz2yO/s1600/11th+Anniversary.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuyPyJM0GMnoyZRux_wGTT6oOZRp3qXQlHElPrtEUlftq8U0BE4LI-yE-120g9YrZeKcmQcpTBWvWXIRep7W5Ticf0NJCCxe9ouc4sZnoYima0f-SCLki7zgrSglyFLGKz2yO/s320/11th+Anniversary.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467640190951074" /></a><br /><br />Eric & I celebrating our 11th Anniversary<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQ-EGNGmzZvMSsoH8NzDEuIeBjvpU5cYKDXtlNDrFNYR6_G-fp2MH6IUK5RdUBi90qcCl4-n08SwRUoYcLl2a3rwKsUylB262a2H631FPKb9lVJziXCkN-3sGqEGWLnDzmww5/s1600/A+girls+day.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQ-EGNGmzZvMSsoH8NzDEuIeBjvpU5cYKDXtlNDrFNYR6_G-fp2MH6IUK5RdUBi90qcCl4-n08SwRUoYcLl2a3rwKsUylB262a2H631FPKb9lVJziXCkN-3sGqEGWLnDzmww5/s320/A+girls+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621467630377294946" /></a><br /><br />A rare girls day - maybe we should do this more often - that was FUN!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsRpmiOwaw99z7eZicIMfm7zlQGwRW5kBnHxJ359cHD85BStCx1FECBcrYWyRK9yO2vfySd91tyZ2ToqHBmL1Z4nBLc7sXY3VIWd55Cyq5hqjBX6ni2tLkg6aaWL_MOrJWhew/s1600/Dive+In.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsRpmiOwaw99z7eZicIMfm7zlQGwRW5kBnHxJ359cHD85BStCx1FECBcrYWyRK9yO2vfySd91tyZ2ToqHBmL1Z4nBLc7sXY3VIWd55Cyq5hqjBX6ni2tLkg6aaWL_MOrJWhew/s320/Dive+In.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621469453022894258" /></a><br /><br /><br />Evan & Lucas getting down to some funky music at the pools dive in. They floated around watching Gnomeo and Juliet... so cute.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-80674917872077458172011-05-05T13:32:00.005-04:002011-05-05T14:06:45.075-04:00Awana's end... Baseball begins!This weekend is Mother's Day weekend! How is that so? It was just Easter and here in Louisville this is Derby week! Just doesn't feel right. But whether it feel's right or not it is and I feel so incredibly lucky to have my Mom and be a Mom to my little guy. I've called him that for so long that it has just stuck when talking about him to others so I guess even when he is 6'2" I'll still call him my little guy, maybe. He is such a strong, big guy really. At age 7 he weighs 87 lbs. and I think he is 54 inches tall now. He has always been in the 90% of his age group and has stayed there and never strayed. However, he is my little guy that still thinks he is 3 and daily crawls into my lap to get hugs and kisses and man does that make this Mommy happy. I'm so glad he still loves to get hugs and kisses from me and still wants to be my "baby". He is a mess though - keeps us laughing all the time. He has had a few (quite a few to be honest) yellow days at school. He calls me everyday when my Mom picks him up and tells me about his day. The first thing he says is always "I got green Mom" or "I got yellow, and Mom I don't get it..." he goes into this long story about what happened and keeps saying "I don't get it, do you Mom?" My guess is trying to butter me up so he gets in less trouble at home and sometimes I wonder if he really feels innocent. It is always for talking. The kid talks in his sleep. And he says the funniest things. I said last time that after Christmas we joined Evan up for Awana's and he has been going and loving it ever since. On the first night when picking him up, he turned to the class and said, "peace out, don't do drugs!" My face turned red and I got him by the arm and walked very quickly to the hall where I stopped and asked him "Why in the WORLD would you say that?" His response was, "well... they shouldn't." It was drug awareness week at school but I wondered what they thought of the new family... Awards night for Awana's was last night and Evan and his little friend got their awards and Evan is truly sad that it has ended for summer break. But, just when one thing ends another gets going in full swing. We have been at it for a month I guess now but, Evan's 3rd game of the season is tonight - GO CUBS! Evan loves batting and is so strong that when he makes contact that ball goes. He gets bored in the outfield and loves when he gets assigned a base. At this point they want all the kids to have a chance at different positions so they rotate them. When Evan's in the outfield he mostly plays, balls come his way and he has no clue. He was put on 3rd base last game and he was for real! A kid a couple weeks ago had asked to go to the bathroom and the coach said you should go before the game... he told the kid to go but since he left someone else got to take that kids spot on 2nd base. Well... Evan got 3rd base and needed to pee and he wasn't going to loose his spot. We went to dinner after the game and when we got home it was late and bedtime. I asked Evan to get undressed and was going to put his uniform in the wash. When getting to his underpants, the protective cup had liquid in it and his underwear was soaked. You couldn't tell this from the outside... I guess those new dry wick pants really work... I asked Evan why in the world would you do that and his response, "I'm not loosing 3rd base!" Unfortunately I think Evan has decided this is funny because at the last game Evan was in the dug out and announced... I just peed and was very proud that no one could tell. Sigh... there is an agreement made if that happens again that he will sit out an inning but if he is sent to the outfield I'm not sure he will care. Sigh. So... that's what we are up to. School has 3 more weeks and then it's out for summer! Can't believe my little guy is almost out of 1st grade. We watched home videos a week ago with my parents and I kept saying "awwhh.... look at you Evan, I remember that..." Evan said, "Mom, are you sad?? You like me now, right?" I had to assure him that I LOVE his little 7 year old self with lots of hugs and kisses. One last thing the house sold across the street from us and they have a little boy just a little less than 2 years older than Evan. He is a really good kid and he and Evan just have a blast playing together - when Grant is at his Mom's for the weekend he and Evan play from lunch until 8:30 - riding bikes, playing in the creek, just all kinds of fun boy things. What an answer to prayer... we have prayed since we moved in that there would be a little boy or girl Evan's age to play with - he has always wanted a neighbor friend. They had friends over last week so there was 4 of them riding bikes and throwing rocks, what fun! Last thing... the weather here has been horrible... raining for days and days, flooding that we haven't seen since 2007 and tornado watches and warnings all the time. Evan is terrified of tornados - that might have to be another post. Happy Spring everyone!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_ZENxEfWwhGOkpBXgd3Sq5WXfYpWdt6fl6jUVQmkNnpob67hikMB8yTNeN0cdbDr7Px3o59Iz55TqugsvYhzO9zhF0OL0XznwvzNow8fkj3jfftxpdHt5J4o3zhjthGKfjqE/s1600/AWANA+awards+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_ZENxEfWwhGOkpBXgd3Sq5WXfYpWdt6fl6jUVQmkNnpob67hikMB8yTNeN0cdbDr7Px3o59Iz55TqugsvYhzO9zhF0OL0XznwvzNow8fkj3jfftxpdHt5J4o3zhjthGKfjqE/s320/AWANA+awards+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293160315088258" /></a><br /><br />Evan & Lucas Awana awards night<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHf4dLeYRdndkFqh8pEs459hYHHtL62sIRO8veH05neCv4hUEVuScGXyX0NcWJWF7Z4SD7NI8PyvAYtpVbOuOfnkMc9RcglnWYxLJeizIZSyZrseDAwtZzohz9bn9lIaSIoyvH/s1600/Evan+CUBS+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHf4dLeYRdndkFqh8pEs459hYHHtL62sIRO8veH05neCv4hUEVuScGXyX0NcWJWF7Z4SD7NI8PyvAYtpVbOuOfnkMc9RcglnWYxLJeizIZSyZrseDAwtZzohz9bn9lIaSIoyvH/s320/Evan+CUBS+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293166401935186" /></a><br /><br />Evan playing 3rd base<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5tcqe7AeiVn4SvctorI6_Di2K5_YC0r4FJsH2-VCB4dDllhMHkrO9oIwzmfGpE2ps8VECzS-oFMeRAU1VBc2yiop8NmbEqA3qKNVqL8tzG9jxGbqKeudhujsr_C9f-OQoQ7P/s1600/Flood+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5tcqe7AeiVn4SvctorI6_Di2K5_YC0r4FJsH2-VCB4dDllhMHkrO9oIwzmfGpE2ps8VECzS-oFMeRAU1VBc2yiop8NmbEqA3qKNVqL8tzG9jxGbqKeudhujsr_C9f-OQoQ7P/s320/Flood+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293157273433970" /></a><br /><br />Our creek - see the ducks?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_EFAlSLt3p0mSF2FlBuW6C8T3vIeilgGKZoZGT-oGnYvuEQo74vs2CHMlTpcsBn0TsFdCrQ4vB6wUzBr5pS0VH4CDBdYsdqsdX2CDgIOZniWwTdwLFAkyYH5raIOHkZGG0hy/s1600/Easter+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_EFAlSLt3p0mSF2FlBuW6C8T3vIeilgGKZoZGT-oGnYvuEQo74vs2CHMlTpcsBn0TsFdCrQ4vB6wUzBr5pS0VH4CDBdYsdqsdX2CDgIOZniWwTdwLFAkyYH5raIOHkZGG0hy/s320/Easter+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293153638395394" /></a><br /><br />Our pretty Easter eggs from our dyeing contest<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iOiJ7hRD3QgdJ7iyv0BgegkQAWp8d-0KQ64ahX4nEixt0IJM3jDgLNGgikwUObYKlNMXd3cpQluvE75Jif7uvJvMBMyOttnqmGU-IDFS8uyVs_DB7oKYsSvsJnD575HxEp8W/s1600/Neighbors+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iOiJ7hRD3QgdJ7iyv0BgegkQAWp8d-0KQ64ahX4nEixt0IJM3jDgLNGgikwUObYKlNMXd3cpQluvE75Jif7uvJvMBMyOttnqmGU-IDFS8uyVs_DB7oKYsSvsJnD575HxEp8W/s320/Neighbors+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293164654840354" /></a><br /><br /><br />Evan & his neighbor friends : )Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-88874092818222710972011-03-08T12:36:00.004-05:002011-03-08T12:56:09.277-05:00Dance Marathon & my "crazy" kidTeam Brave Hearts just finished their 1st fundraising drive since we joined with Kosair Children's Hospital Foundation. The final totals haven't been tallied yet but, I feel really good about the work we are doing here locally. The University of Louisville held their yearly fundraiser for the hospital - the Dance Marathon. They did a wonderful job raising money and we were glad to be invited to be a part of it. Our oldest Brave Heart is a freshman at UofL so, it was neat to see her with her school friends, heart friends and family - raising awareness. We are so proud of her. Go Team Brave Hearts!<br />We are gearing up for baseball season. We have been playing catch and going to the batting cage. Evan is really good at batting - such a strong stout thing. He is excited about the upcoming season. We rewarded him and a friend to pick something else to do after the last batting cage practice and Evan picked go carts. We have done this before - with me or Eric driving. I couldn't believe it when we walked up and they asked if he wanted to drive - WHAT?!? Age 7 and 48 inches can drive the slower go carts. Oh my goodness, are you serious? Anyhoo... I talked him into letting me drive the 2 mile track and then he could decide if he wanted to drive. The whole way around he kept saying - how do we get back??? I would tell him you just keep following the road. I was sure he wouldn't want to do it himself. When we pulled into our spot he jumped out and said... okay which one do I drive? He buckled in and off he went. I watched him, holding my breath and then about a mile into it I saw him stop. I got the guy and said - he stopped... he is going to be freaking out and screaming... hurry and go get him. The guy jumped on a golf cart and headed Evan's way. I kept thinking, I should have told him not to get out, I can just see him getting out and running across the lanes to get back. The guy came back and said - he's fine and laughing - he ran off and got stuck in the mud. Sigh. When Evan got back he was like, that was fun!<br />We have started Awana's a few months back and is loving it. He had a friend going there already so he wasn't very nervous about us leaving him there. It's funny... now everyone call's him "Lucas' crazy friend." Again... sigh. <br />Today is picture day at school. Last Friday night while I was at a 31 party, Eric and Evan were in the garage working on a pinewood derby car - or I guess Eric was - Evan was skateboarding. Evan has this little plastic basketball goal that is still in the garage even though he is way too big for it. He skatboarded right under it and the rim of the basketball goal caught him and scratched up his eyelid pretty bad. A few nights ago I was getting him out of the tub and talking about school pictures and how handsome he was and I looked down and started laughing. I told him I guess we won't forget your skateboarding accident since your pictures will have your scratched eyelid in them! Since then he has been talking about the faces he is going to make in his pictures today, can't wait to get these back, lol. He went from winking that eye to opening his eyes real big like he was scared... He is such a mess!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W7EywRuPadxUVt2qw4jOh_3hhBYINOASe3N8zbGoNYbL0T7_slUHZA-CS7JBQySy2BOTvHlS25xpqN7LHfXTJBD7-IA1RxY5Lq6w5_xoFAYpOQ0K1t4QCHxoFuHWa8j4FX1Y/s1600/Go+Carts.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4W7EywRuPadxUVt2qw4jOh_3hhBYINOASe3N8zbGoNYbL0T7_slUHZA-CS7JBQySy2BOTvHlS25xpqN7LHfXTJBD7-IA1RxY5Lq6w5_xoFAYpOQ0K1t4QCHxoFuHWa8j4FX1Y/s320/Go+Carts.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768728736244930" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PLELOMpEuYFXKdejSUQyfCqBmWlxdBviu7xvxnAgqGjqDtxoSSfvRLhQXFQ33nwNiRGAJxaCW3MZUouCUHJLuJ8L-LsHybOj4Bz92iM7s7Zzvn0Zrogu9r-GFmZrK9cqVosA/s1600/ULDM+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PLELOMpEuYFXKdejSUQyfCqBmWlxdBviu7xvxnAgqGjqDtxoSSfvRLhQXFQ33nwNiRGAJxaCW3MZUouCUHJLuJ8L-LsHybOj4Bz92iM7s7Zzvn0Zrogu9r-GFmZrK9cqVosA/s320/ULDM+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768721767067330" /></a><br />With our oldest Brave Heart<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kIiXnl-4-qb4B09KoS2O8yI64CPduVc2RH7-Oh8Xc5TUnkcF1kmwl83_GEdaegU35kYvEE30cfnouqdE8eFAzfZQDhyphenhyphenhhVEH29ZaKZjAdw2w8r6HbDTLey5Ww0Smeh24nlo1/s1600/ULDM+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kIiXnl-4-qb4B09KoS2O8yI64CPduVc2RH7-Oh8Xc5TUnkcF1kmwl83_GEdaegU35kYvEE30cfnouqdE8eFAzfZQDhyphenhyphenhhVEH29ZaKZjAdw2w8r6HbDTLey5Ww0Smeh24nlo1/s320/ULDM+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768719564367170" /></a><br />Writing notes to kids in the hospital <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdrVNjb5YC08zjgwno4DmpXVC4ArLvTQ0sViS6aKgEUO9sQbT8jeciR-OIVn0k_lFBNqc0Z6Jnv2Rpl0_upnEigfPVC-VZq3fsTTfdGgAYGLVVavwKcvFZSN5R-PBZxcqAiCu/s1600/ULDM+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdrVNjb5YC08zjgwno4DmpXVC4ArLvTQ0sViS6aKgEUO9sQbT8jeciR-OIVn0k_lFBNqc0Z6Jnv2Rpl0_upnEigfPVC-VZq3fsTTfdGgAYGLVVavwKcvFZSN5R-PBZxcqAiCu/s320/ULDM+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768712963074306" /></a><br />The "boys" in front of the Kosair balloon<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXffqzi-uj61TVWWJz0pt-clEwdqZNGBZLEDR6mkfjUIyU1r95xsACrWaKzyX43ae73WlCmckeA4qfMCq5RNVoBfqjVg9dD70y50a1ebNDeVoOR-DDEFfD1sp725_Q5pXJVa1c/s1600/ULDM+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXffqzi-uj61TVWWJz0pt-clEwdqZNGBZLEDR6mkfjUIyU1r95xsACrWaKzyX43ae73WlCmckeA4qfMCq5RNVoBfqjVg9dD70y50a1ebNDeVoOR-DDEFfD1sp725_Q5pXJVa1c/s320/ULDM+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768708062317698" /></a><br />Way to go ULDM!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-76306841842617800712011-02-20T22:01:00.001-05:002012-12-03T10:12:01.454-05:00Evan's 7th Birthday Skating Party!
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-57801788311463093112011-01-27T16:30:00.003-05:002011-01-27T16:48:52.476-05:00Time flies...Has it really been this long??? Christmas is over and Evan's elf Jingle has gone home. I really should make a slide show on here of all Jingle's antics. It was so much fun to have him around this year. I failed to mention in the update on Mommy post that I've been sick... a lot. Strep throat seems to be my sickness of choice and I had it 5 times in the last year. I'm praying for a healthier 2011. Evan is doing great though! At his cardio appointment the week of Christmas his cardio said his heart looks wonderful... the pressure was for the first time ever in the moderate range (on a level of 1-50 he was at 14). I left that appointment with thankful tears. We get to go 3 months... oh my goodness... I don't know if I can do it. We have never gone so long without seeing the cardio! Evan has got a passion for skating these days. We went a few times before his surgery and when we were cleared for such activities have started going again. He got skates from Mamaw and Papaw for Christmas and we have been getting a lot of use out of them in our basement and at the skating rink. We have planned Evan's 7th birthday party there. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? My baby is turning 7?!? I can't. He lost his first tooth on New Year's Eve. He was eating a breadstick at our friends house and ran to me with it in his hand saying "MY TOOTH, MY TOOTH!!!" I got it and grabbed a napkin and put it on the napking while grabbing another napkin for him to put on his bleeding gums and everyone said "OH NO!". They said I had knocked the tooth off the napkin when trying to retreive another napkin and Evan's little friend claimed he saw the dog run over and get it. The dog did run over during all the commotion. We looked and looked for that tooth. I felt so horrible... what Mom looses her baby's first lost tooth??? I do I guess. Anyway... after looking forever we decided Evan's little friend was right, their dog had eaten the tooth. The tooth fairy brings extra $$ for teeth that your parents lose, did you know that? Other news is that we are tired of the freakin snow!!! It's fun - we have a great sledding hill and have had many sled rides and friends over but, I'm done. January is not even over yet, sigh. So that's what is up with us. Oh and I'm trying to cook more and it's not going well. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91h-TQrHMiR8o442X-HOeWuYs_9Q7UmQEkn9DJJ7aXABAylucjMUm41SxNE-IK2BtZivBpSwSpiMfVG2T10_Z7OrlaXC0WeKB8AZOyQFxxArvSM9Mb7UeUOgzUHphpYLD9ZRs/s1600/sledding+Jan.+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91h-TQrHMiR8o442X-HOeWuYs_9Q7UmQEkn9DJJ7aXABAylucjMUm41SxNE-IK2BtZivBpSwSpiMfVG2T10_Z7OrlaXC0WeKB8AZOyQFxxArvSM9Mb7UeUOgzUHphpYLD9ZRs/s320/sledding+Jan.+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566985696530446290" /></a><br />Another fun day of sledding!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vXELFGxbN3GpOWsYDRybt8rvnFEYltfiaJdq5SFwzetrt9Sqmkgn8mHBXww70LV8gD7V8JxudAm6uQa3vxAKs6X1eWDPz2poGg9N1W43b4renxLQ5a_cWad85g_XljkYksyP/s1600/NYE+2010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vXELFGxbN3GpOWsYDRybt8rvnFEYltfiaJdq5SFwzetrt9Sqmkgn8mHBXww70LV8gD7V8JxudAm6uQa3vxAKs6X1eWDPz2poGg9N1W43b4renxLQ5a_cWad85g_XljkYksyP/s320/NYE+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566985689647961698" /></a><br />NYE 2010 AKA - the night Mommy lost Evan's toothSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-47811535577827800842010-12-22T09:30:00.003-05:002010-12-22T09:32:55.243-05:00Merry Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvKCbG3H76c1JucvFwzO93Gvd1vZDPCS7vf67StTzlyPm9RBIpXPbBGNPaxntriuV6mOouVX52Fi6DdTClV5XAGbIZS0KGj5fdCgcdIfVCr-kpi373s9N8sMYwkmF3UsPc558/s1600/Christmas+card.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvKCbG3H76c1JucvFwzO93Gvd1vZDPCS7vf67StTzlyPm9RBIpXPbBGNPaxntriuV6mOouVX52Fi6DdTClV5XAGbIZS0KGj5fdCgcdIfVCr-kpi373s9N8sMYwkmF3UsPc558/s320/Christmas+card.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553514542855446114" /></a><br /><br />We wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas.<br /><br />We have been blessed beyond measure in 2010.<br />Love,<br />Eric, Sarah & EvanSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-4826484728302759282010-12-13T16:31:00.004-05:002010-12-13T20:15:23.814-05:00Update on Mommy...I just finished my 6 month/year end appointments. I can't believe it has been 1 year since my MS diagnosis. My MRI scans showed that there was no change - 12 lesions remained the same so... it appears my shots are doing their job. For that, I'm thankful as with all the stress this year I was afraid it would be worse. I take a weekly intermuscular injection called Avonex that I administer myself on Friday nights. I drink lots of water that day and set the shot out around dinner to get to room temperature and take Tylenol PM and go to bed once I give myself the shot. The next morning I feel very achy which is the flu like symptoms from the shot. If I'm able to rest and take Ibuprofin Sat. morning, by 10 I'm ready to go. Mostly my legs and feet hurt and at times go numb. My eyesight also does funny things here and there. Anytime I'm extra stressed something happens. During Evan's last hospital stay during the first day I started experiencing this horrible pain in my hip and it lasted for about a month. Hospital stays have been when I've noticed the big things - numbness, vertigo, etc. So... as far as a 1 yr. post diagnosis update goes, my MS has NOT gotten worse. The shots are not fun but, also not horrible (the needle is 1 1/4" and 23 gauge (YIKES). The "it's not cancer, just MS" phase has worn off and now "it's just MS". Other appointments were for a 6 month follow up with a lung Dr. concerning the cancer scare. The CT Scan proved that it wasn't anything to worry about which is good because worrying makes MS worse, sigh. The urologist showed that the 10 stones I've had for 3 years are all still staying cozy in my kidney but growing so it was decided that lithotripsy would be done to break them up. Last Wednesday I went in outpatient surgery for the first of 2 surgeries that will be needed to get rid of these things, as they only do 1 kidney at a time. The surgery was more than I thought it would be. They did my right kidney and zapped 5 stones. When I woke up it felt like I had strep throat and someone had kicked me in the back. They said they had a hard time with the tube and it looked like someone had cut my throat up. It worked though... I've been passing little stone fragments every since. I go in for my follow-up tomorrow and to schedule the 2nd surgery for the left kidney. Might as well get it all done this year! So, that's how Mama has been doing as far medically goes. Life is Good! Well... Life is Hard but, God is Good! And I mean that! I can't tell you how many times the lyrics to the song below has come to my mind the past few months.<br /><br />You turn the key<br />Then close the door behind you<br />Drop your bags on the floor<br />You reach for the light<br />But there's darkness deep inside<br />And you can't take it anymore<br /><br />'Cause sometimes living takes the life out of you<br />And sometimes living is all you can do<br /><br />Life is hard, the world is cold<br />We're barely young and then we're old<br />But every falling tear is always understood<br />Yes, life is hard, but God is good<br /><br />You start to cry<br />'Cause you've been strong for so long<br />And that's not how you feel<br />You try to pray<br />But there's nothing left to say<br />So you just quietly kneel<br /><br />In the silence of all that you face<br />God will give you His mercy and grace<br /><br />Jesus never said<br />It was an easy road to travel<br />He only said that you would never be alone<br />So when your last thread of hope<br />Begins to come unraveled<br />Don't give up, He walks beside you<br />On this journey home and He knows<br /><br />Life is hard, the world is cold<br />We're barely young and then we're old<br />But every falling tear is always understood<br />Yes, life is hard, but God is good<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2ebtnPGstzSS0xOcWgl6JmPEtt7ieYcaaqxrqg5JH_QOb_40G7yQVBWgj1kq948N3OHxqWo24eR5fR-KgHZEp332v_ELN2_AF4t6yKmhjz2c0f7ZRKWvZ_bmKr7Mjkt06IOR/s1600/Mommy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2ebtnPGstzSS0xOcWgl6JmPEtt7ieYcaaqxrqg5JH_QOb_40G7yQVBWgj1kq948N3OHxqWo24eR5fR-KgHZEp332v_ELN2_AF4t6yKmhjz2c0f7ZRKWvZ_bmKr7Mjkt06IOR/s320/Mommy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550288012678528914" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-60150350533274770682010-11-30T16:31:00.003-05:002010-11-30T16:58:47.991-05:00A little Elf Magic!!!Have any other families done this?<br />http://www.elf-magic.com/<br />A friend of ours did this last year and it was such a hit that we decided to do it this year. So... a week or so before Thanksgiving Evan wrote a letter to Santa requesting that he be allowed to adopt an elf for the holidays. You keep the Elf until Christmas Eve and are supposed to share with it what the holidays are all about to you and your family. During his stay, your Elf does mischievous things when you sprinkle magic snow on him at night. I loved the idea of making it more about memories than gifts and the letter that comes with the elf says that "the gift of Jesus is more special than any gift on Santa's sleigh." Evan was so excited when we sat out the crackers and water to attract the elf to our house Thanksgiving eve. When we woke up on Thanksgiving Day and Jingle had arrived he was ready to show him all about Thanksgiving, lol. We have had a blast with the nightly pranks - I think Eric and I are just as excited as he is! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyvW2NwGKC6e0iiciAXX3XXYuQotZY80emeJyaImdlXWwAnyIccX5zFJ2NzZogrMMaxhtiDaBBXbPLdEi07B3jBRrvbUu1xM63VsjwS-n4a6juFN5nNWD_TcrsFUz-OhyK_Gg/s1600/Jingle+letter.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyvW2NwGKC6e0iiciAXX3XXYuQotZY80emeJyaImdlXWwAnyIccX5zFJ2NzZogrMMaxhtiDaBBXbPLdEi07B3jBRrvbUu1xM63VsjwS-n4a6juFN5nNWD_TcrsFUz-OhyK_Gg/s320/Jingle+letter.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465506447215746" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfM0oABGtYJ3ZJ2vNP-PY2a_NYLcruXSXGrZRIhQPrUnd5lfE-ovllGoduC_5EH4YzBEjK1cT6BIrjQAUMqBLz7Gc9GI399KiWNBUp8FQQM4h7zKhGZRqNyTJ6gHra59ksNKdt/s1600/Jingle+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfM0oABGtYJ3ZJ2vNP-PY2a_NYLcruXSXGrZRIhQPrUnd5lfE-ovllGoduC_5EH4YzBEjK1cT6BIrjQAUMqBLz7Gc9GI399KiWNBUp8FQQM4h7zKhGZRqNyTJ6gHra59ksNKdt/s320/Jingle+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465287569372450" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG52DItZ9nHdvc4D06cTiuBO-_lqFp2CJfdS2KIhtArD-xYIMAKrZkvYnTPx2SnVpF0QDYYsSe9AJOqwIRcKQnUq9ELs30VSf-RNQde2jLv9Kuj2u0aZLfwY1Tre25YbvJmiz/s1600/Jingle+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjG52DItZ9nHdvc4D06cTiuBO-_lqFp2CJfdS2KIhtArD-xYIMAKrZkvYnTPx2SnVpF0QDYYsSe9AJOqwIRcKQnUq9ELs30VSf-RNQde2jLv9Kuj2u0aZLfwY1Tre25YbvJmiz/s320/Jingle+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465283025105666" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLqEY937_zVtoJFrABma9NaP_CG702zaQk3zjZI46tVESBm5quu6aJshc80Rf5-7vgkvrT3lA_p1LL2D4N8kFAURTimxIUG-I1if_yJszAXjC8R7yn-utL6DEzlgeINpWT0qJ/s1600/Jingle+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLqEY937_zVtoJFrABma9NaP_CG702zaQk3zjZI46tVESBm5quu6aJshc80Rf5-7vgkvrT3lA_p1LL2D4N8kFAURTimxIUG-I1if_yJszAXjC8R7yn-utL6DEzlgeINpWT0qJ/s320/Jingle+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465277606919586" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAZVGFNsRTPBdif5QIlIFOVMkKMbMLJ10lFSXZwsxPxqAoLJj8mWkqp2xG7lZn2VJZuN4Gz9E7zz4iQCfskTkROWcpFBVP1xUwmmV4pfLARfNDA6O4rw2EkuYcWMv_5Dj_sRd/s1600/Jingle+4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAZVGFNsRTPBdif5QIlIFOVMkKMbMLJ10lFSXZwsxPxqAoLJj8mWkqp2xG7lZn2VJZuN4Gz9E7zz4iQCfskTkROWcpFBVP1xUwmmV4pfLARfNDA6O4rw2EkuYcWMv_5Dj_sRd/s320/Jingle+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465269407420146" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIebQeSkyZR8NZuba6RxPCV3gxa04NEtOeUi5tjsu-XAzXwdlZ4Z_pe9iXUnWIIj0RxieiFSiH43VnJnL0D_p342FwIblZ7v4O_bPz6A30T7Mkh0bRtyDn36y_prDh6tOishWZ/s1600/Jingle+5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIebQeSkyZR8NZuba6RxPCV3gxa04NEtOeUi5tjsu-XAzXwdlZ4Z_pe9iXUnWIIj0RxieiFSiH43VnJnL0D_p342FwIblZ7v4O_bPz6A30T7Mkh0bRtyDn36y_prDh6tOishWZ/s320/Jingle+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545465261762358962" /></a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-76925111091884232652010-11-16T15:30:00.003-05:002010-11-16T15:56:37.016-05:00Team Brave HeartsWe have been busy! Evan dressed up in his Army man costume and we went trick or treating Halloween night at a local church. He made the cutest little Army guy, don't you think? <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1TeuhJXoRrOx61xZeQm9yp2orXzvN3uF5cUP-EBaI7EuGd9eJKocHZzWjeJ66ugWEiu8aCnkw7vytGjhiwDnOnm5Yna-CIwWipWYZKfcspolqz8u_2DYJ4CBP0uV0wS29_aZ/s1600/Halloween+2010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1TeuhJXoRrOx61xZeQm9yp2orXzvN3uF5cUP-EBaI7EuGd9eJKocHZzWjeJ66ugWEiu8aCnkw7vytGjhiwDnOnm5Yna-CIwWipWYZKfcspolqz8u_2DYJ4CBP0uV0wS29_aZ/s320/Halloween+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540253489613046866" /></a><br /><br />We then took our annual trip to Huber's orchard with my Mom (Munc got to join us) and as you can see - Evan couldn't stop to take pictures - he loves playing on all the stuff when we go there. We love eating all the good food and buying some to take home! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHujjPZO8DBQTvUp8MYBIZtSNH1cLJ2MZQ2KS3KBDcttxQuQgHmJa_99xzFWTvKRWEJIhX2F9_ezUomrvdBrCbuSfFvpRlhjZ5MSUvqdCapbRgk7FTMdAPJ-9If0CgK8me9ilk/s1600/Hubers+2010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHujjPZO8DBQTvUp8MYBIZtSNH1cLJ2MZQ2KS3KBDcttxQuQgHmJa_99xzFWTvKRWEJIhX2F9_ezUomrvdBrCbuSfFvpRlhjZ5MSUvqdCapbRgk7FTMdAPJ-9If0CgK8me9ilk/s320/Hubers+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540253476909010962" /></a><br /><br /><br />Our support group, Team Brave Hearts has had a big year. There are 20 families that are involved in our little group and out of those 6 of them had kids that endured surgery since summer began, us being one of them. We have one little Brave Heart - Annie who was just admitted this past Thursday and put at the top of the transplant list. I don't know what I would do without these families and their support. We have all become so close and I'm so thankful for each of them. So... it's been busy for surgery reasons but also we as a team have been feeling the need for change so this year after many meetings and group talks, we shifted our focus and signed a contract with Kosair Children's Hospital Foundation. We have just begun our partnership with them and we are excited!!! We decorated our first tree as a team for the Festival of Trees and Lights - http://www.nortonhealthcare.com/body_kosair.cfm?id=1472. We think it turned out beautiful! Can't wait to here how much it sold for. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiouOihC8KBi6MuwJ8ZTqVQCZ6PgeZ48Ya97A5CwX2G_4qZECBvUlFGdSsejszVGDyyFe39NXJKqsRdJLLTlr3oFp1N1ITe8HskXq1R2zchu1R4guq8wrZBXBYAgvranM81Udz/s1600/TBH+Festival+of+Trees+%2526+Lights+2010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiouOihC8KBi6MuwJ8ZTqVQCZ6PgeZ48Ya97A5CwX2G_4qZECBvUlFGdSsejszVGDyyFe39NXJKqsRdJLLTlr3oFp1N1ITe8HskXq1R2zchu1R4guq8wrZBXBYAgvranM81Udz/s320/TBH+Festival+of+Trees+%2526+Lights+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540253495100266306" /></a><br /><br />I attached our letter below - why isn't there an attach document feature on blogger??? Anyway... I wanted my blogging friends to know what I was up to! We had our 5th annual Team Brave Hearts golf scramble this past Sunday and it was a success! We haven't put our earnings on our website yet as we have to pay the golf course, etc. but for the late date, we did well! We are planning events throughout the year and like I said, I'm just really excited!<br /><br />To the friends of Team Brave Hearts,<br /><br />We hope this letter finds you well. Team Brave Hearts has undergone some exciting changes we would like to share with all of our supporters. In the past we have focused all of our fundraising efforts on supporting the American Heart Association. This money went to support national research for many heart related areas including, congenital heart defects. We are glad to have had a connection with this great organization. <br /><br />Our next focus is on something that we will be able to feel locally and something that will impact many of our own team members. Caring for the medical needs of children with a congenital heart defect requires a specialized team of professionals - a team that exists at Kosair Children's Hospital. The biggest need this team has right now is an ICU that is designated for heart patients. The number one concern after heart surgery is infection and a designated ICU would isolate heart patients from those who may have infectious diseases. Over the next five years our fundraising goal is to contribute $100,000 to help make a heart ICU at Kosair Children’s Hospital a reality. <br /><br />We also are committed to connecting and supporting new families on this journey. We will be making care bags that will be given to each new heart family at Kosair that will include items to make the stay a little easier and information on how to contact us for support.<br /><br />To make this happen, we have teamed up with Kosair Children’s Hospital Foundation. Team Brave Hearts wants to offer support in making the advances in the field of children's hearts possible. Our goal, along with Kosair Children's Hospital, is to ensure world-class medical care for children facing congenital heart defects and needing specialized heart care. <br /><br />We are so excited about what we can do as a part of Kosair Children’s Hospital Foundation and we would like to ask for your continued support as we take this first step on our new journey. Please join Team Brave Hearts in funding the programs and equipment that make it possible to help children win the fight against congenital heart defects. Every child deserves the chance at life.<br /><br />Please make a donation today to Team Brave Hearts and Children's Hospital Foundation by visiting: <br /><br />http://www.firstgiving.com/braveheartsky <br /><br />Thank you for your continued support,<br /><br />Team Brave HeartsSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-6888850456767701332010-11-07T18:28:00.003-05:002012-12-03T11:40:34.087-05:00Pics of our much needed PERFECT VACATION!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-79297247237630204772010-10-27T12:43:00.005-04:002010-10-27T13:08:21.497-04:00Scar Infection & Halloween Care BagsThe Wednesday night after Evan's Halloween party I noticed a red knot coming up under his scar towards the bottom of it. It didn't feel warm to the touch but I was worried and glad we had a cardio appt. checkup the next day. At the appt. I told the cardio about it and he looked and said to keep an eye out and if it changed at all to call him. That he thought all would be fine but that he might need antibiotics. He mentioned bone infection but said this usually happens much sooner after surgery. His appt. other than that went great and all looks good. His cardio encouraged me to try to quit waiting for the other shoe to drop and that Evan was doing wonderful. That Sunday morning Evan woke up and at the bottom of the red knot it had turned black. This was a change but since it was Sunday and I felt like I'm too big of a worry wart I decided I would call first thing Monday. I called the cardio Monday who referred me to the surgeon. I called the surgeon and talked to his nurse and told them I had taken a picture of it that morning. She asked me to email it to her and that the surgeon was in surgery but she would fwd. it to him and he would look at it and they would call me back. I anxiously awaited his call and when he called at 1:00 and asked if I could have him there be 2:00 I knew it was serious. I got Evan from school and took him down to the hospital and the surgeon and his assistant were both waiting to see him. They both took a look at it and agreed that it wouldn't require re-admission (YIKES didn't know this was a possibility) and that it looked like a superficial skin infection. They started him on 500mg cephalexin every 8 hours. I explained that we had scheduled a vacation in FL and were supposed to leave that coming Sat. morning and did they think we should cancel. Since it was only Monday they said not to cancel it yet and to check in with them on Thur. To text them a picture of what it looked like and we could decide then. I didn't know I would be on texting terms with Evan's surgeon and nurses. It did seem to be getting a little better each day but was slow progress. I texted a picture on Thur. and they said it was improving so that the medicine should be working and that I was just going to have to go with my gut on if we went on vaca or not. They felt he was better and would be fine. I called Evan's cardio and he too felt we should go - and if it ever seemed to not be getting better to come back home. I was a nervous wreck!!! I did not want to be the party pooper and cancel vacation but Evan's health comes first. It seemed much better on Friday and thankfully the salt water must work wonders because after the 1st day of vacation his scar looked like it did pre-infection! I'm so glad we didn't cancel our trip and I'm so thankful Evan's infection is gone! I'll be posting vacation pictures soon! It was much needed and wonderful.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeysdp1czWLTEXz0n4fjNlONH0vxIuRAX2yPrfmT77Swm-eJYR6t946LMdm4mu1Vok5-02nh276obsnFflzHptOHPjaMOCMDlXKbqn-qorc4KmPpKwI4VBi7N6g1PXxfwN3oD/s1600/Evans+scar+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGeysdp1czWLTEXz0n4fjNlONH0vxIuRAX2yPrfmT77Swm-eJYR6t946LMdm4mu1Vok5-02nh276obsnFflzHptOHPjaMOCMDlXKbqn-qorc4KmPpKwI4VBi7N6g1PXxfwN3oD/s320/Evans+scar+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532773360845213394" /></a><br />Evan's Scar Monday Morning<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTsJ6DPalCi96unbp2dz5FSljmV2jpr4RMy3pPkNDMpUCetfCxjz-1dG5sxz12hZYG2ru6BOX6MYsI3ztQbVWukS5DBFCT9KT3z2zo8oZWdr2KuTo7LPYLmOh4-TEjMgyGn-a/s1600/Evans+scar+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTsJ6DPalCi96unbp2dz5FSljmV2jpr4RMy3pPkNDMpUCetfCxjz-1dG5sxz12hZYG2ru6BOX6MYsI3ztQbVWukS5DBFCT9KT3z2zo8oZWdr2KuTo7LPYLmOh4-TEjMgyGn-a/s320/Evans+scar+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532773369538216642" /></a><br />Evan's Scar Thursday Morning<br /><br />When we decided to for sure have our Halloween party this year Evan said, "Hey... I know, for admission to the party people should bring bags of treats and we will put them in bags and take them to the kids in the hospital!" We thought it was a wonderful idea and were proud of him for thinking of it himself. We added that on the invites - that if you would like to bring a bag of goodies we would be making Halloween care bags to deliver to the hospital Halloween week. I put brown paper lunch bags next to each pumpkin so the kids at the party could decorate the bags that would be taken. A few of the older kids at the party volunteered to fill the bags for us during the party so all the work was done and the bags were ready to go. So... the day after coming back from vacation Evan's idea was acted upon and Halloween care bags were delivered to the kids on Evan's floor at the hospital. He did so amazing delivering those. I was so very proud of my little guy. We met with the nurse manager and I pulled a wagon full of the treat bags (they had candy, pencils, erasers, bubbles, stickers, cookies, etc. in them) while Evan walked with her and hand delivered the goodies to each room. Get this... we had 30 kids at the party so 30 bags were made and there were 30 patients that day on the floor! Anyway... Evan was so kind and thoughtful at each room. The nurse manager would knock on the door and say... hello I'm the nurse manager and this is Evan and he is a former patient of ours and he would like to give your child a Halloween treat bag. They would always say yes and Evan would say things like - "I missed my first Halloween while I was in the hospital and I got a treat bag and wanted you to get one too - or - I hope you like your goodies and I hope you feel better soon." He did so so good and when we would leave a room he would say, "Mom this feels so good!" I Love this kid with all I have. We are so blessed with this little guy. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5ve3KrGMGfB4DWB3l2slmBNlnAtKYCWq8Oz9crfW6rlD1-ESNHN8kcUyEQhvH9wPVldRPB1cjAIy6UtN39Y1NbwsFgA9XYQ4KgKtuisZ_-kpw7rfKNa2T5VbSd4M5kY7PC6C/s1600/Halloween+Care+Bags+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5ve3KrGMGfB4DWB3l2slmBNlnAtKYCWq8Oz9crfW6rlD1-ESNHN8kcUyEQhvH9wPVldRPB1cjAIy6UtN39Y1NbwsFgA9XYQ4KgKtuisZ_-kpw7rfKNa2T5VbSd4M5kY7PC6C/s320/Halloween+Care+Bags+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532773373545550866" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0yyWyNSB4HNDxZWVgrGZWIjKUyH9Bx3ijrSPiyzTepZMerxGjtP6Hn7LaiJwzpYOa_JpqmIT7EvkxIjdUVX2P073BD8XFMFU9_PeMca8BEHN1RUVK-PFD-I95wKLZ95gxv5g/s1600/Halloween+Care+Bags+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0yyWyNSB4HNDxZWVgrGZWIjKUyH9Bx3ijrSPiyzTepZMerxGjtP6Hn7LaiJwzpYOa_JpqmIT7EvkxIjdUVX2P073BD8XFMFU9_PeMca8BEHN1RUVK-PFD-I95wKLZ95gxv5g/s320/Halloween+Care+Bags+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532773381134712546" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QSrbrAUJdkrhe9beqKnklPMm8fLxCc8ClEEnpc3z6dhvm94DADZi3C1_q2EKKzsOVmOtZimRO1gHg9xSwZhTnblyn9KBpAYiUV4cNoxD5DBkdPp-phK1K6uLnoGX590E1tW0/s1600/Halloween+Care+Bags+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QSrbrAUJdkrhe9beqKnklPMm8fLxCc8ClEEnpc3z6dhvm94DADZi3C1_q2EKKzsOVmOtZimRO1gHg9xSwZhTnblyn9KBpAYiUV4cNoxD5DBkdPp-phK1K6uLnoGX590E1tW0/s320/Halloween+Care+Bags+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532773388187958210" /></a><br /><br /><br />Last thing... there were tornado warnings here yesterday and the school had to go to shelter for 2 hours. I knew Evan would probably be very upset and I was right. He called and told me he cried the whole time and that his teacher made him feel better by patting his back and telling him it would be okay. He said he was so worried that the tornado would hit them or be where me or his Daddy was. He said he kept praying that we would all be okay. Then he said when it was over he cried again because he was so happy!<br /><br />Next post will be vacation pictures!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06226123426936853918noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24994060.post-34072045918231706462010-10-15T18:48:00.001-04:002012-12-03T14:10:31.195-05:00Evan's 2nd Annual Halloween Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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