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Lord, heal our hearts

Thursday afternoon Dr. Lewis Purnell died.  He was my pediatrician.  He was my mom’s boss for many years.  He was the man I chose to care for my children.  For all of the people who never met him I am sorry for you.  There really aren’t any words to describe how completely amazing he was. 

6 weeks ago he was diagnosed with a fairly rare and aggressive form of cancer.  He was only given 6 months to live.  It was an incredibly painful battle and for that, I am thankful he went quickly.  Unfortunately he was young and his youngest child is still in high school.  I can’t imagine what his family is going through.  I took Alison to him for her 6 month checkup in July and he was fine.  That was the last time I saw him.

Dr. Purnell is the type of doctor that didn’t just assess whether or not your child had an ear infection.  He would come in the room and take charge (in a good way).  He would answer my questions before I could ask them.  He not only diagnosed what was wrong but would tell you what to look for if it gets worse, tell you what the baby is feeling, what to expect as it heals or gets worse, how long it should last etc.  He would tell me all these things before I could even ask. 

At well baby visits he didn’t just give shots, chart growth and tell you nutritional guidelines.  He guided you on what you should be doing as a parent in this stage.  For example, when Reed was in the office for his nine month checkup Dr. Purnell started coaching me on discipline.  Obviously I don’t have any experience with other doctors, but I doubt that all doctors take that kind of time and care with their patients. 

His philosophy on raising kids matched perfectly with mine.  I don’t like to follow rules just because they are rules.  I like to make informed decisions and he completely supported that.  For example, I know the guideline was to keep your child rear facing until they were 12 months old (and yes, I know it has changed to 2 years old now).  I asked Dr. Purnell his opinion about that when Reed was about 9 months old.  His response “yes, it is safest for the child to be rear facing until 12 months.  It is also safest for a 40 year old man to be rear facing, but that isn’t very practical.”  He told me that he turned his own children when they were 11 months old and that he agreed it was fine for me to do so also.  Like I say, I know this isn’t the kind of approach all parents would take, but it was in complete agreement with my parenting attitude. 

You wouldn’t believe how much losing my favorite doctor has affected me.  I’m at a loss for how to pick a new doctor.  I really want to bury my head in the sand and not even try, but that’s not an option.  More than anything I hurt for his sweet family.  He was such a fantastic leader in the office and an even more fantastic head of his family.  He was so full of life and had SO much left to offer this world. 

When I laid down to go to sleep on Thursday (Randy was still in the living room) all I kept thinking was that his sweet wife has to lay down alone forever.  I don’t want to think about how empty and lost she must feel.  (Randy you aren’t allowed to die before me).  And her pain is forever.  He was her partner, and now she is alone.  He won’t be around to walk his daughter down the aisle.  He won’t ever hold his grand babies.  And what an awesome grandfather he would have been.

One final funny story…when I was a kid (like 10 or so) my mom still worked at Dr. Purnell’s office.  My dad is self employed and didn’t have health insurance (don’t ask).  He got stung by a bee and it was swelling up and making him nervous.  So what did he do?  He went to see Dr. Purnell of course!!  And of course Dr. Purnell cheerfully treated him and sent him on his way.  We still laugh about that one.

I will leave you (after this super long post) with some pictures of Dr. Purnell with my kids.  Dr. Purnell I miss you greatly.  I can’t think about you and your family without sobbing.  I don’t know how this community will continue without you, but I pray you will watch out for my little ones from heaven.  And I’m thankful you are dancing pain free up there with Jesus and my sister.

Jesus’ Birthday Party

Setting: Reed and Diana Beth are playing in his playroom before dinner.

DB (aka BB, aka Diana Beth): Reed who is that in your tractor?

Reed: my friends

(In his tractor he has Doc, Lightning McQueen, a black crayon and a pig)

DB: Where are your friends going?

Reed: to a party

DB: What kind of party?

Reed: a birthday party, with birthday cake

DB: who’s birthday is it

Reed: Jeee-Sus!!!

I can’t make this stuff up.  Obviously this is the year we will begin the tradition from my childhood of having a birthday party for Jesus on Christmas Eve.

Standing in the Crib

This evening was a volleyball night for Randy so I was solo with the kids like I am every Thursday night.  I put Ali to bed and she seemed to fall asleep.  Then I put Reed to bed and sat down on the couch for the first time all evening ready to read a magazine. 

As soon as my feet hit the ottoman Ali started screaming.  I knew she wasn’t hungry and she had a clean diaper so I let her cry for a while.  After just a few minutes I had this feeling that I needed to go check on her.  Normally I would let her cry for a good 15 minutes before checking on her.  For some reason I went with my instinct and went to check on her.  What I found was a little girl STANDING in her crib and leaning over the rail at the waist.  No exaggeration she was probably minutes from falling out of her crib down to the ground. 

Praise the Lord for those little nudges he gives us and praise the Lord I wasn’t too wrapped up in my own agenda to listen to the nudge. 

If she had fallen it would have been an immediate trip to the ER (because the fall would have been longer than 2 times her body length.  Little nugget of info for you if you don’t know that rule of thumb.)  As I ran to grab her out of her bed I started thinking through what I would have done if she had fallen.  Randy is at volleyball and wouldn’t hear his phone.  All 4 of the grandparents were out of town.  No car seats are installed in my car because I had just picked up the rental that afternoon.  In short I would have to run next door and bang on Victor’s door so he could come stay with Reed.  Then I would have to just strap Ali’s seat into the seatbelt with no base (because I have no idea how to strap in the base and I definitely wouldn’t have been able to figure it out in such a crisis).  Again…Praise the Lord that it didn’t come to this.

Obviously as soon as Randy got home we lowered her mattress all the way to the bottom.  Yeah for Ali being able to pull up to standing, but couldn’t you have showed me this new trick in a less dramatic fashion?? (Sorry I don’t have pictures, obviously it was a tense situation :))

Train.Wreck

Today I am a complete train wreck.
As I was pulling out of the driveway I saw Reed running down the hill towards me. I knew Randy was way in the back of the house getting Alison dressed so I had to throw it in park and try to get him inside. Words weren’t working and I was in a hurry so I picked him up and carried him inside. Luckily Randy came to the front door at the same time so I could run back to my car and head for work.
As I’m walking in to the office I noticed that there are several black shoes prints all down my front left thigh. Good thing I wore off white pants today, right?
To make things EVEN BETTER I just sat down and my 23 year old male co-worker pointed out that I have something on the back of my black sweater. Upon further examination I realized it is SNOT! A huge long line of Reed’s snot running down the back of my left arm. Awesome.
Can I go back home and start over???
The joys of motherhood.

8 Month check in

Alison you are already 8 month old!

You are still a super smiley and happy baby.  The only time you fuss is if you are hungry or I walk out of the room.  I love that you are a cuddler and that you are a mommy’s girl.  When I hold you you snuggle in and its so easy to hold you that I don’t want to put you down.  That’s convenient because you don’t ever want to be put down!

You are still a crappy sleeper.  Some nights are good, and some nights are not.  Hopefully you will start consistently sleeping through the night one day.  One thing is for sure…if Reed had been as terrible of a sleeper as you, you would not have been born so quickly!!

You are a good eater and will eat most anything I feed you.  However, you are definitely a woman because you like your foods sweet.  Applesauce is your baby crack.  Anytime you refuse to eat something we will put a little applesauce in it and all of a sudden you open your mouth wide.  Funny girl.

You are crawling like a wild woman, but it isn’t a traditional crawl.  I need to get it on video because its hard to describe the way you crawl.  But it is funny.

You are wearing size 6-9 or 6-12 month clothes and size 2 diapers.

Your hair is still a little red and GiGi just told me that my great-grandmother’s hair looked like yours.  Maybe that is where it comes from.  Who knows if it will stick around though 🙂  You also still have those captivating blue eyes like your brother and your daddy’s eyelashes. 

You LOVE to watch your brother act silly.  He runs and jumps all over the place to make you smile and you pay off every time. 

I love that you are so attached to me, but you have captured the heart of all the men in your life too.  Your brother, Daddy and Duke are so enamored with you.  It makes me happy to see how loved you are.

Love you sweet girl!!!

 

Smart Boy

I feel like I don’t tell very many Reed stories on here…and that is a shame.  He is at such a fun age right now.  He is a handful, but the thoughts and words that come tumbling out of his mouth amaze and tickle me constantly.  Reed can count to 10, he knows his colors and can sing the ABC’s.  He also knows most of his shapes.  Sometimes I’m amazed at the things he knows simply because I didn’t teach it to him.  That makes me sad, but I’m so thankful he goes to such a good school and is learning so much.

I’m going to start adding his funny one-liners to the blog more often.  I would hate to forget how cute he is right now.  Saturday morning Reed and I got up and did Jillian Michael’s 30 Day Shred.  He would watch me, and then look at the tv and say ‘look Mommy, pretty girl!’  When I would get on the floor to do abs his response was ‘Mommy!  Get UUP!’  Little punk.

We have already discussed his obsession with pretty girls, but on the way home from HEB we were listening to the radio.  An Alabama song came on and he said ‘No Mommy. ‘ So I changed the channel to another station and there was a female singing.  His immediate response was ‘Yes Mommy.  I like this one’.  What a punk.  Now he not only likes to look at pretty girls, but now he only wants to listen to pretty girls.

‘Go See the Cow-booyys’

Growing up my mom and I had a standing date to go watch Cowboys training camp every summer. We would get up early in the morning for their 7am practice to watch some football. Then we would grab breakfast and have a girl day (yes, this is Julie).
This tradition started long before training camp was a circus and another avenue to make money. This was back in the day when training camp was from 7-10am at Trinity University. My mom definitely guided me to the love of football I have today.
This year I decided I wanted to start that tradition with Reed. Randy and I took the afternoon off of work and took Reed down to the Alamo Dome for training camp. It wasn’t quite the same experience that I had with my mom…but it was pretty fun. The whole time Reed kept talking about ‘gonna go see the cowboys’. When we sat down he just kept watching so intently. Every now and then he would say something random (which is pretty normal for him). My favorite was when he looked at the blow up Pepsi can and beer can across the fields and screamed at the top of his lungs “BEEERRR!” Proud mom moment.

Teeth!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, Alison has teeth. I literally had no idea they were so close to emerging. Thursday night she was awake from 2-4am, but she never screamed. She was just awake and smiley. Same story on Friday night. Annoying, but not bad. Saturday afternoon we were at our old neighbor’s house swimming with the kids and having drinks and dinner. Ali was sucking on Doreen’s margarita glass (yes, just the glass, not the margarita) so intently that I started to wonder what was going on. Sure enough when I reached my impeccibly clean finger into her mouth I felt not one but two teeth!
What a sweet girl, she didn’t even scream and cry with her first teeth. Let’s hope all of her teeth come in this easily.

7 Months!

I feel like a broken record, but this first year of Ali’s life is flying by.  I can not believe this little girl is already 7 months old!

Let’s get all the details out of the way first:

Height & weight – no idea!!  Praise the Lord we haven’t been to the doctor for a sick visit in months!  (Of course she woke up yesterday with a snotty nose and feeling a little warm)

That brings me to teeth.  She doesn’t have any yet, but I’m not surprised.  Reed was a late teether too.

She is on the move.  If there is something she wants, she can get to it.  She hasn’t crawled yet, but she rolls like a maniac and can scoot herself to whatever she wants to play with.

Size – Ali is wearing size 2 diapers and either size 6 month or 9 month clothes.  She can fit in 6 month, she can also still squeeze into a few 3 month onesies but she’s getting too long for her 6 month jammies.

Food – She is still nursing, but now she’s getting one formula bottle a day.  It hurts my pride, but it’s better for me.  She is OBSESSED with sweet potatoes.  I think she would eat a whole cup if I kept feeding it to her.  I’m still making her food and it seems easier this time around.  I thought it would be harder, but I just puree whatever I’m feeding Reed.  She likes everything I have ever fed her which is a change from Reed.  He was a picky little eater at her age.  She eats: melon, peaches, bananas, prunes, applesauce, peas, carrots, sweet potatoes and oatmeal.  I think this month we are supposed to start meats so that should be fun.

Sleep – she takes 2 or 3 wimpy naps at school everyday.  Then when she gets home she will eat and take another nap.  Sometimes she sleeps all the way until her nighttime snack (around 9) and goes right back to bed.  On good days she wakes up at 6:30 or 7 for her morning meal, but most of the time its more like 5:30. 

Her hair is starting to grow back in.  She has just gotten the first little curls in the back.  LOVE it!!

She really has such a sweet temperament.  She isn’t too excited when I put her down on her changing pad to change her diaper, but I’m not sure if that is because she doesn’t want to be put down or because she doesn’t want her diaper changed.  One huge bonus is that she is in a HUGE mommy phase.  As soon as she sees me she lights up.  When I put her down or walk in the other room she reacts immediately.  I would be lying if I said I didn’t love this!!

I rave about her sweet personality all the time, but she is seriously the sweetest child ever.  (Maybe she just seems like a breath of fresh air compared to her bossy and serious older brother).

Poop

I guess this story is further evidence that I grew up with 3 sisters and there was only pink and barbies around. No sign of boy stuff in sight. Therefore, I am clueless about little boys and how weird they can be.

The poop obsession started over Memorial Day weekend when Reed and Kate discovered deer poop. Every morning they would take a walk and search for deer, but more importantly they would search for deer poop. All weekend we heard talk of deer poop and I thought it would end when we got home. Of I was wrong. This boy is still obsessed with poop. I just don’t get it! My parents still have 2 golden retrievers so every time we go over there (at least once every weekend this summer for pool time) Reed wants to go look at the poop. Seriously. He takes my hand and says ‘mommy, I wanna see the pooooop!’. then we walk to the back of the yard and inspect all the poop. He points his fat little finger at every pile and declares that yes its true. That is poop.

It is ironic that he loves to look at all kinds of poop, but will.not. go poop in the potty. What a funny little boy.

***I wrote and posted this entry yesterday.  Last night do you know what Mr. Reed decided to do?  He told us he needed to go poop…and we ran to the potty and he POOPED!  He was so excited about it.  He ran around the house screaming that he ‘went poop in the potty’!  Then he wanted to call ‘BB’ (my little sister Diana Beth) to tell her that he ‘went poop in the potty’.  I emphasize those words because he just kept repeating them.  He was so proud.  Then he wanted to wear his ‘panties’.  Randy quickly corrected him that he wears ‘undies’.  Of course 15 minutes later he peed in his undies.  At least we had one success!