March 28, 2009

Oh yea, what a LLLLLOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG day!

Eli's first soccer game. We were all so excited. Purple shirts, Eli couldn't be happier, ok maybe if they were pink, but purple is "da bomb" according to Will Stephens and Leslie. First thing out Coach put Eli in as goalie, "uh, Coach??" Yea, so first off Eli sees it as this 1. I don't get to wear my purple shirt like every one else. 2. I have to stand over here all by myself. 3. I don't get to kick the magic pink ball like every one else.

So he sits in the corner of the goal. Coach comes over and gives him a pep talk, high five, things seem to be better..... UNTIL the other team start coming his way with the ball. Every one is cheering, Eli takes it as them yelling at him. He drops to his knees in tears and oh yea, that is that. "THEY ARE YELLING AT ME! THEY ARE MAD AT ME!?" Coach Jason calls on his savior, wife and Kindergarden teacher Amy to save the day. She did a pretty good job. It isn't helping things that Eli was kept up very late by a babysitting Grandma and Grandpa the night before and mommy feels terrible. (At this point in time, we were all unaware that Mommy would be in the hospital by 5pm and would be there for a week.)

Eli would come off the field 4 times crying. The 3rd time I went to the other side of the field. "Eli, there is NO crying in soccer!!" It was time to get up, dust himself off and get out there and play some SOCCER!!! He was pitiful and I was having a very hard time feeling sorry for him. I said, "What is the problem Eli?" "I just hurt myself." ...rolling the eyes, heavy sigh... expecting some little dirty spot on his knee. "Where?" "My mouth." I lifted up his lip and sure enough, blood every where, this poor child and gotten head bumped during a crash for the ball and had a legitimate reason to cry... and here his heartless mother was telling him to suck it up and get back out there. I know it won't be long when there will be blood and I will be dragging him off the field and he will be trying to convince me to let him stay out there. We got some ice, some one else went in for him and he was all better.

It was a long game, that is for sure! He was barely running during the 3rd quarter and no running at all by the last quarter, he kept coming off the field trying to sit in my lap. I guess I should put him on the treadmill for some conditioning?

March 14, 2009

Eli's room as been in a state of baby/big boy for over a year now. I can't take it any more. I have been shopping online and planning and I think I know exactly what I would like to do. Lee and I have picked some very kid friendly furniture from Ikea that I KNOW Eli will love. We are planning a suprise trip to Orlando tomorrow while Eli is at Chrissie's. We hope to be home and have his bed put together before we pick him up, we will see how that goes.


It is also time to purge and organize the toys....

March 8, 2009

We got all of Eli's soccer gear. He is SO excited to start the season, not to mention he looks so stinking cute! I think the funniest part of this picture, I mean other then the Lover Boy t-shirt, is the fact that he already has a bandaide on his knee.... we are going to have a great season!

March 2, 2009

Today was the day... you know it is coming when you have a pet, but you pretend it isn't and keep going with every day life. Just before I went into the hospital, Stanley was having a rough time of it... constantly whining and just so unhappy. I checked him for fleas, but the weather had been so cold especially for Florida I thought there was no way. I could not find any on him so I wasn't sure what was wrong. The day I got discharged from the hospital, while Lee was picking me up, poor Stan must have hit his breaking point. He chewed a good bit on his tail. Lee got him in to see Dr. Collins that afternoon. She said, with his age and other health issues the best we could do is clean it up and hope it heals... it might, but not likely. She, in a round-a-bout way, said it was about his time. We gave his tail a bit over a week and it did seem to be doing much better, but the tip was not healing and it had gotten infected, even though we kept it clean and wrapped. He was miserable. He had a cone to wear, but neither Lee nor I could stand to see him in it, he was just so uncomfortable, but at times it was the only way we could get him to leave his tail alone. On Thursday he had 3 seizures in less then 24 hours, which is a VERY bad sign. The last seizure he had it took him almost 3 hours to finally catch his breath :( For the most part, I had stopped sleeping at night for fear he would get ahold of his tail. So, I was up constantly checking on him and the tail. Between Stan's seizures, which were getting progressively worse, his breathing which just going out back to potty would wear him out and he would be completely wiped out after just a few minutes outside, and the mass on his rump which the doctor was pretty sure was cancer we talked to the doctor. We could try to amputate the tail. She said it would be a 50/50 shot that he would come out from the anesthesia which would be the same case for the biopsy for the rump bump. Lee and I talked and talked and decided over the weekend what needed to be done. Sunday evening, I was going upstairs to the office and click clack Stan (we called him that because of his toe nails on the floor) was following me) came up a few of the stair sideways and then was totally confused, he didn't know if he was going up or down and had a slight panic attack. It made me sad....

When Stanley was a young 'un he would ride with that big old head out the window. It was the cutest thing, sometimes he would even put his paws on the rearview mirror (which did make me a bit nervous.) He hadn't done that in quite a while, but on our way to the vet on Monday morning he put his head out the window just for a minute to catch a cool breeze... one more time.

He is better off now... I know he is, but I miss him. It would have been selfish to keep him here with me, I have to remind myself of that.

...But...

The house is quiet... to quiet...

Stanley August 2004