Doctors, Fishing, Shopping, Repeat

Last summer, Lacy and Trent had a sick mother. I had my gall bladder removed last July.
This summer, Lacy and Trent have a sick mother. It feels like my gall bladder is still in.

So we’ve been making the best of things… hitting up the lake after Dr. appointments, hitting up Sonic after sitting in waiting rooms.
The last time we went fishing, we were rained out. We ran to take cover under a big tree, and we waited out the storm together. There’s something really adventurous about hunkering down together under a tree, waiting for the worst to pass. We felt like we owned the lake that day -everyone else abandoned ship except one couple who hid in their truck.
We marveled at the lake as it was pelted with rain -and a little bit of hail. It looked like static on a television -too bad my kids don’t know what that looks like. Their childhood is a little on the deprived side. I’ll still never forget the pit in my stomach when Lacy asked me what a radio was.
Oh darling girl! The RADIO!
It’s enough to make a mother unplug everything.

But even then, the wifi works on my phone…

Once the storm passed, we tried fishing again. The fished jumped and jumped all around, but they didn’t bite even ONCE. We did catch a snake and Alice dumped out our trail mix, much to the delight of three chubby chipmunks who came back for more, more, more!

I took my notebook and wrote one thoughtful metaphoric poem and one ridiculous lyrical about fish not biting. All in all, I was pretty satisfied with the afternoon.
Alice peeled her shoes off and made herself at home, and I tried to shake off the image of her stepping on a fishing hook. Alice will do what she will, and that’s that.
I love it about her, really.
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And I even love her… what should we call it? Stamp? Brand? Seal?
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Earlier that day, we’d been to see Trent’s cardiologist. He hooked him up on a 24-hour monitor, just to double-check his heart after his seizure. He was told not to get it wet, and he was VERY diligent. He cried with worry under the tree as he shivered and hid the monitor under his shirt.
“I’m supposed to be VERY CAREFUL,” he lamented.
And he was, very much to his credit.
After we’d been fishing a few hours, another little boy showed up. He quickly bonded with Trent, and Trent quickly whipped his monitor out.
“Hm,” he said very loudly, bouncing his monitor in his hand, “I bet you’ve been wondering what THIS IS!” He emphasized that last two words and thrust the monitor out.
The boy hadn’t even given it a second thought.
But to Trent that monitor WAS the ONLY THOUGHT. It made him special and cool and slightly Iron Manish.
“A GPS?” The kid asked, disinterested, “A phone?”
“NOPE!” he pronounced, victorious, “A HEART MONITOR.”
It was a big TO DO. I mean, have YOU ever had a heart monitor?

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Waiting rooms have proven to be a bonding ground for our kids and their parents. Our love for each other is tested, tested and tested. In a quiet moment last week, Lacy brought me a magazine filled with victorian-ish treasures and I don’t know but that I NEED a subscription.
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Just like great-great-great-great Aunt Agatha used to have!

I’ve spent my downtime trying to use up yarn scraps and ┬ástarted making this beaut.
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And THREE CHEERS for the fact that the kids are madly in love with their three staples these days: cold cereal, cheese and tortillas in all of their glorious forms.
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All in all, not QUITE the summer we’d had in mind, but it’s proud in it’s own right.
And I wake up every morning to this which improves the quality of my life by 99%
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Comments

  1. She is adorable. And I’m so sorry you have been feeling awful again! I hope they can give you some answers quickly!

    • Thanks, I hope so as well -as much as I’ve loved streaming ALL OF THE SHOWS on Netflix, I’d rather be up and going!

  2. I LOVE LOVE YOUR KIDDOS But tell them to stop growing

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