Weekly Winners – Bigger by the week

standard April 26, 2009 12 responses

I don’t always have a chance to take pictures during the week. You know how it is, the chores run into each other, the hours fly by, and all of a sudden another week has sped by without a single photo to show for it. Then in one afternoon I capture smiles, frowns, silliness, and their overabundance of life. And I see, clear as day in the viewfinder, that inexorable proof that they’ve grown again. For this week’s Weekly Winners I bring you my babies, bigger than ever.

See what I mean?
When did she get so grown-up?
Not that she can’t still ham it up properly.
But still, that’s no baby. It’s not even a toddler.
It’s a big girl. A big, beautiful girl.
And this one?
Well, clearly she’s not getting any younger either.
But at least she never gets less goofy.


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Weekly Winners – Summer is around the corner

standard March 29, 2009 16 responses

It may just be March, but we had our first taste of summer this weekend. We celebrated by spending some time outside. Enjoy my Weekly Winners and don’t forget to stop by to see all the other great shots posted by other participants.

A warm summery evening is perfect for outdoor dining.
And for a nice glass of wine.
And of course for some ice cream.
Yum. Finger licking good.
Fishing for M&Ms.
A warm summery day…
Makes you want to take a dip.
Too bad the pool looks so bad.
Battered and frayed…
but still well loved.
It’s hard to pedal on the grass.
This is much better.
And when Daddy helps,
well, that’s just the best.

Hang tight. Summer will be here soon for everyone!

Still Battling Asthma. Still Winning.

standard March 26, 2009 4 responses

Our battle with asthma gets weaved into blog posts about sleep, about germs, about the never ending hunt for affordable medication. It’s such a part of our lives, a part of our daily routine, that I never think to stop and write up an update.

Uh, well, that’s because there really isn’t an update to give.

C has had a spectacular winter with minimal use of big guns. She gets her daily dose of Singulair every day and has had very few flare-ups all winter. Knock wood, but her doctor and I are even toying with the thought of taking her off the Singulair this summer to see how she does without it.

Little L is another story. When she’s healthy she gets a daily dose of Pulmicort, the only medicine that seems to keep her symptoms under control. At the first sign of a sniffle or a sneeze I double that daily dose and do a hasty please-no-asthma-flair-ups dance. A cold can mean one or two asthma attacks in a single night and the destruction of our very tenuous sleeping through the night habit. (Cut me some slack, OK? She only started sleeping through the night a couple months ago. The nightmare of no sleep is still very fresh in our minds.)

But even though I hold my breath when I hear coughing from their room, I’m still awed by how commonplace all of this seems to us. Yeah, our kids have asthma, so what? They’re active, happy, normal kids. So what if they get a bit winded after dancing around the room? So what if I have to double check that I’m carrying their inhaler when we go for a family walk? We’ve never had to run to the hospital in the middle of the night. And they sure don’t act like they’re any different. As long as I don’t forget to order their medicine on time we’re a regular normal family. (Mental note: Order more medicine tomorrow morning.)

Even as I make light of all this, I know that 20 years ago our life wouldn’t have been the same. If Little L didn’t have her control meds she’d probably be having breakthrough episodes nightly and we would, for sure, have made many late night trips to the ER. The same is true for C, even if her asthma isn’t quite as severe as her sister’s. Fact is, even as we take our evening nebulizing treatments for granted or chuckle when we see Little L strap on her mask before turning on the machine by herself, a small part of me says a quiet little thank you for the medicine that allows us to pretend we are a normal, healthy family.

(Dear Karma, please ignore this post. K? Thanks.)