Christmas break is coming to an end. It seemed long and restful for the most part. I am recovering fine from the last surgery and am already anticipating the next surgery in order to get my new additions all finished. We enjoyed spending time with the Johnson Clan and the Sullivan Clan. I got some major projects done around the house and made lots of messes while doing it, which always leaves Chad shaking his head : )
Pics from Christmas
Here is a link to the photo galleries of Christmas so far. The link is broken to photos from Noah's main page but this will get you to the galleries until I have that thing I keep hearing about...time.
Latest Photo Gallery
Latest Photo Gallery
Merry Christmas!
I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday. Noah was visited by Santa in the night and really enjoyed his presents. He actually enjoyed them so much he wouldn't stop playing with them (especially the toy vacuum) to open the presents we got him. We spent our first ever Christmas at our home. This was the 2nd Christmas day I wasn't out of town and Jenna's first so it was a little weird especially when she and Noah took a 3 hour nap this afternoon. You can't do that at the Rotton house for sure.
I'm hoping tomorrow to put up a photo gallery of Noah the past few days for you to see. The pictures of him with his Tickle Me Cookie Monster are too funny.
Merry Christmas again and God bless.
I'm hoping tomorrow to put up a photo gallery of Noah the past few days for you to see. The pictures of him with his Tickle Me Cookie Monster are too funny.
Merry Christmas again and God bless.
Yikes its 1AM
Sorry I haven't been on to update since we left the hospital. The day got away from me and then tonight I've been prepping everything for the Johnson Christmas tomorrow...er...today rather. Did I mention Christmas is at our house?
Enough about me, Jenna's doing great. She feels pretty good and was awake for most of the evening. She can't pick up Noah and that had him mad a few times but after a few days we'll manage I'm sure.
Just so you know, I didn't think I had enough on my plate so tonight I'm starting to break Noah from his pacifier completely. He has already stopped using it during the day and he gets it for bedtime but now we're trying for the whole day/night. I only had to go in there 5 times before he finally went to sleep and he's been asleep for 4 hours solid now so here's hoping he makes it to morning.
If you hear sirens they're coming to pick up the pieces of my head that just exploded.
Enough about me, Jenna's doing great. She feels pretty good and was awake for most of the evening. She can't pick up Noah and that had him mad a few times but after a few days we'll manage I'm sure.
Just so you know, I didn't think I had enough on my plate so tonight I'm starting to break Noah from his pacifier completely. He has already stopped using it during the day and he gets it for bedtime but now we're trying for the whole day/night. I only had to go in there 5 times before he finally went to sleep and he's been asleep for 4 hours solid now so here's hoping he makes it to morning.
If you hear sirens they're coming to pick up the pieces of my head that just exploded.
Jenna's out
We just met with Dr. Atwood in the consultation room. Everything went according to plan for the most part. The left side had to be 'closed off'. This means he had to reestablish the lateral boundary of the pocket made for the implant. This stops the implant from moving around in her chest cavity. So now she's in stage 1 recovery for 30 minutes or so as she comes awake then we can go back there while she's in stage 2 recovery and then its home sweet home. I'll let you know when we get there.
In surgery
Weldon and I went back to the preop area for about 45 minutes before taking her back a moment ago. She got her IV sedative about 5 minutes before going back and I can honestly say she feels fine. Really fine :)
They'll give updates every 30 min to an hour. Hopefully things go quickly. I'm going to take her prescriptions to the pharmacy real quick while Weldon stays here so I'll update when I get back.
They'll give updates every 30 min to an hour. Hopefully things go quickly. I'm going to take her prescriptions to the pharmacy real quick while Weldon stays here so I'll update when I get back.
Jenna's in pre-op
Jenna's been taken back for preop and she'll get her IV and all that jazz. They'll come out to get me and I can go sit with her until she's taken to the OR. Her spirits were really good. It's amazing how far we've come and how much she's been through. She wasn't nervous at all. I told her this visit to the Surgery Center is so much more pleasant than the last one. She didn't remember why so I reminded her the last time we were here they were removing lymph nodes to find out how pervasive her cancer was. All she could say was how long ago that seems now.
I'll check back later.
I'll check back later.
Surgery tomorrow
Just reminding you guys that Jenna's next surgery is tomorrow at 10:30. It should take 2.5-3 hours. She'll be on lifting restrictions for a couple of weeks and then she'll be fine. As usual I will be sitting in the waiting room updating you guys over the WiFi at the surgery clinic. Keep her in your prayers tonight and we'll talk soon.
Bye Bye Moon
Tonight I think Noah had his first sentence. He has had a little 'language explosion' just like the speech pathologists I know describe. He's added a lot of words and he's picking up the 'Baby Signs' like a duck to water. Tonight though (to my knowledge) was his first sentence. He and I went to the store earlier and when we got out of the car to go in the house he did his proverbial "Look for the Moon" thing. He usually points and gibberjabbers at the moon and makes sure we see it to. Tonight he looked up and couldn't find the moon. I had to point straight up in the air and he saw it and giggled and pointed also. When we got to the garage he waved and said as plain as day "Bye Bye Moo!" It may not be up there in the great pantheon of American oration but I was still very proud.
Bad shopper
Well I guess I should have known it was inevitable. Noah can no longer be taken shopping. He's just become too aware of toys and he now refuses to give them back. Yesterday we went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to look for a gift. We saw a stuffed animal that is actually a speaker you plug into a MP3 player. We thought it would be perfect to plug into his car DVD player so he can hold the animal with the sound coming out instead of all of us having to listen to the Backyardigan's. I enjoy the Backyardigans as much as any adult but you can only hear 'Riding the Range' so many times before losing your mind.
Well of course Noah wanted to hold the frog one. Then he wanted the monkey one. Then he wanted another frog. Jenna said 'No.' She didn't scream it. She didn't pinch him as she said it. She didn't yank him up with a fire brand by his big toe. Of course, you never would have known that from his reaction. For the first time in a store, we became 'those parents.' People were leaning out of the aisles to see what we did to make our child scream and cry with such intensity. So of course we did what a 12 yr. pediatric occupational therapist and what a 8 yr. child psychologist would do in our situation. We gave him the other damn frog.
Then we started this new game of walking around the store and pointing stuff out to Noah to distract him while Daddy reached into the cart and secretly removed a stuffed animal speaker. This worked until we got to the checkout and he was holding onto the last frog for dear life since he realized the others kept mysteriously vanishing. I knew he was suspicious by the way he was cutting his eyes at me. I just whistled and kept pushing the cart. At the checkout, Jenna tried to cut a deal with him by offering him a different toy. It worked sort of. He threw down the frog and wanted her to pick him up. She just wasn't quite quick enough to pick him up and put down the floppy chicken before he got his grubby little fingers on it. So she walked around the checkout aisle while I explained to the man that no, we don't want this frog thing but please check my other stuff out.
I wrapped up the transaction and braced myself for the inevitable confrontation with a boy and a chicken. We locked eyes as I approached. Jenna had this helpless look on her face I hadn't seen before. I saw his grubby little fingers turn white as he grasped the nasty little thing with all his strength knowing how toys had a bad habit of jumping ship in this store. I thought about asking him for the thing, but of course I already knew the answer. I thought about pleading my case that it is without a doubt the ugliest toy I've ever seen, not to mention its probably tearable latex which can't be good for 19 month olds to possess. I thought about a lot of approaches, but then I did what I've seen countless other parents do when they are in a store and are 'those parents' with 'that kid.' I took it from him, handed it to the nice lady at the door who doesn't get paid enough to deal with 'those parents' and then hightailed it to the car before the other shoppers could find out the answer to the question, "I wonder how loud of a scream a 24 lb. mammal can make when betrayed by a parent?"
Well of course Noah wanted to hold the frog one. Then he wanted the monkey one. Then he wanted another frog. Jenna said 'No.' She didn't scream it. She didn't pinch him as she said it. She didn't yank him up with a fire brand by his big toe. Of course, you never would have known that from his reaction. For the first time in a store, we became 'those parents.' People were leaning out of the aisles to see what we did to make our child scream and cry with such intensity. So of course we did what a 12 yr. pediatric occupational therapist and what a 8 yr. child psychologist would do in our situation. We gave him the other damn frog.
Then we started this new game of walking around the store and pointing stuff out to Noah to distract him while Daddy reached into the cart and secretly removed a stuffed animal speaker. This worked until we got to the checkout and he was holding onto the last frog for dear life since he realized the others kept mysteriously vanishing. I knew he was suspicious by the way he was cutting his eyes at me. I just whistled and kept pushing the cart. At the checkout, Jenna tried to cut a deal with him by offering him a different toy. It worked sort of. He threw down the frog and wanted her to pick him up. She just wasn't quite quick enough to pick him up and put down the floppy chicken before he got his grubby little fingers on it. So she walked around the checkout aisle while I explained to the man that no, we don't want this frog thing but please check my other stuff out.
I wrapped up the transaction and braced myself for the inevitable confrontation with a boy and a chicken. We locked eyes as I approached. Jenna had this helpless look on her face I hadn't seen before. I saw his grubby little fingers turn white as he grasped the nasty little thing with all his strength knowing how toys had a bad habit of jumping ship in this store. I thought about asking him for the thing, but of course I already knew the answer. I thought about pleading my case that it is without a doubt the ugliest toy I've ever seen, not to mention its probably tearable latex which can't be good for 19 month olds to possess. I thought about a lot of approaches, but then I did what I've seen countless other parents do when they are in a store and are 'those parents' with 'that kid.' I took it from him, handed it to the nice lady at the door who doesn't get paid enough to deal with 'those parents' and then hightailed it to the car before the other shoppers could find out the answer to the question, "I wonder how loud of a scream a 24 lb. mammal can make when betrayed by a parent?"
Dancing Video
Here's a quick video of Noah and Cousin Jana dancing for the holidays. Don't know how long it will be up so watch it quick.
Click here to see video!
EDIT: Just FYI, I cannot take credit for this video. Aunt Holly made it and passed it my way.
Click here to see video!
EDIT: Just FYI, I cannot take credit for this video. Aunt Holly made it and passed it my way.
A real update
My little sister told me last night, she gets depressed everyday when she checks the blog and there are no new updates. So I'll appease her and update everything going on in the Sullivan world :)
*Aunt Holly came to Fayetteville to visit the week before Thanksgiving. She hadn't seen Noah since this summer and of course pictures and stories do not do justice to how big Noah's gotten. We had a good time highlighted by taking Noah to Dickson St. for the Lighting of the Ozarks Parade. Noah sat on my shoulders and pointed at all of the floats going by. He especially liked the humane society as they went by with about 100 doggies. He yelled "Da Da Da Da" the whole time (I would have spelled it "Do Do" but I didn't know how to make the 'o' soft). When we went to the square to see the lights he was distracted by that darned moon that seems to follow him wherever he goes. When we go outside at nighttime the first thing he does is look for the moon. If he can't find it he puts his arms up and says 'Aaaaaaaaa' Translation-where's the big shiny thing in the sky?
*Magga came in on the tail end of Holly's trip and then stayed a couple of extra days. She kept Noah home Monday and Tuesday and played with him. She went to bed each night before 9 so I think he wore her out. While she was here we had our first 'leave the restaurant' moment. On Monday night we saw a kid Noah's size sitting in a booster seat instead of a high chair. So on Tuesday night I had the brilliant idea to put him in a booster seat at AQ Chicken. Things started well enough but soon they progressed to a kid that wouldn't sit down at all. It didn't help that our waiter was slower than molasses in January. We then tried to migrate from the booster seat to a high chair. Well I guess the small taste of freedom was more than he could handle and a fit erupted. Then it continued. So I took him for a walk. When he stopped the fit we came back. He went into the chair fine but then we found out the fit didn't stop, it was merely delayed. Imagine a parade of elephants with small monkeys on their backs played the cymbals and you'd have had about the same spectacle. So I took Noah outside while Jenna and Magga got our food changed to To Go and we went home. The rest of her trip went great though.
*We went to Texarkana for Thanksgiving. Noah's great-aunt and uncle Ed and Judy came up from Austin with their son Jason (I'd try to figure out what cousin they are but the whole -once removed stuff confuses me). Great-aunt Margaret came from Dallas. Uncle Jared and soon-to-be Aunt Shantel came from Little Rock, and Noah's great-great-aunt came from Malvern. We had a really nice time with Noah wanting to play outside constantly despite the 40 degree rainy weather. We were nervous about his sleeping because with so many people there, his crib had to be in the room with us. The worry was unfounded though, because if anything he slept later because of us. I'd hear him wake up, talk to us a bit, and then lay back down and go back to sleep. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Arkansas beating LSU on Friday. With the exception of the game lasting 5+ hours it was so much fun. Noah slept for most of it but about the fourth quarter I don't think Sleeping Beauty could have ignored our yelling. We went home on Sat which was perfect since we had a full day at home before returning to the grind.
*We were kind of Bah-Humbuggish since we didn't get our tree up until this past weekend and we still don't have a single gift under the tree. We're getting into the spirit though. We're trying to figure out when we're going to take Noah to see Santa.
*We threw a stock-the-party for our friends Greg and Jenny last Saturday night where Stabbing Goat had our first draft beer available to the public. I think it was a hit since only 6 of the Bud Lights were consumed before it floated. Greg's bachelor party was after the party so the guys departed and that's all I have to say about that.
*Sunday morning found the Sullivan family with a special honor. We were asked last week if we would light the Advent Wreath in the Sunday service at church. Noah wouldn't sit down before the service started so I stood with him on the side until we got to go to the altar. He did much better than at his baptism. Instead of trying to get down he turned to his Granda and Pops on the 2nd pew and waved while squealing. It was awfully cute. He ruined it at lunch though when we almost walked out of our 2nd restaurant.
I'll post more often, especially leading up to the holidays and Jenna's next surgery.
*Aunt Holly came to Fayetteville to visit the week before Thanksgiving. She hadn't seen Noah since this summer and of course pictures and stories do not do justice to how big Noah's gotten. We had a good time highlighted by taking Noah to Dickson St. for the Lighting of the Ozarks Parade. Noah sat on my shoulders and pointed at all of the floats going by. He especially liked the humane society as they went by with about 100 doggies. He yelled "Da Da Da Da" the whole time (I would have spelled it "Do Do" but I didn't know how to make the 'o' soft). When we went to the square to see the lights he was distracted by that darned moon that seems to follow him wherever he goes. When we go outside at nighttime the first thing he does is look for the moon. If he can't find it he puts his arms up and says 'Aaaaaaaaa' Translation-where's the big shiny thing in the sky?
*Magga came in on the tail end of Holly's trip and then stayed a couple of extra days. She kept Noah home Monday and Tuesday and played with him. She went to bed each night before 9 so I think he wore her out. While she was here we had our first 'leave the restaurant' moment. On Monday night we saw a kid Noah's size sitting in a booster seat instead of a high chair. So on Tuesday night I had the brilliant idea to put him in a booster seat at AQ Chicken. Things started well enough but soon they progressed to a kid that wouldn't sit down at all. It didn't help that our waiter was slower than molasses in January. We then tried to migrate from the booster seat to a high chair. Well I guess the small taste of freedom was more than he could handle and a fit erupted. Then it continued. So I took him for a walk. When he stopped the fit we came back. He went into the chair fine but then we found out the fit didn't stop, it was merely delayed. Imagine a parade of elephants with small monkeys on their backs played the cymbals and you'd have had about the same spectacle. So I took Noah outside while Jenna and Magga got our food changed to To Go and we went home. The rest of her trip went great though.
*We went to Texarkana for Thanksgiving. Noah's great-aunt and uncle Ed and Judy came up from Austin with their son Jason (I'd try to figure out what cousin they are but the whole -once removed stuff confuses me). Great-aunt Margaret came from Dallas. Uncle Jared and soon-to-be Aunt Shantel came from Little Rock, and Noah's great-great-aunt came from Malvern. We had a really nice time with Noah wanting to play outside constantly despite the 40 degree rainy weather. We were nervous about his sleeping because with so many people there, his crib had to be in the room with us. The worry was unfounded though, because if anything he slept later because of us. I'd hear him wake up, talk to us a bit, and then lay back down and go back to sleep. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Arkansas beating LSU on Friday. With the exception of the game lasting 5+ hours it was so much fun. Noah slept for most of it but about the fourth quarter I don't think Sleeping Beauty could have ignored our yelling. We went home on Sat which was perfect since we had a full day at home before returning to the grind.
*We were kind of Bah-Humbuggish since we didn't get our tree up until this past weekend and we still don't have a single gift under the tree. We're getting into the spirit though. We're trying to figure out when we're going to take Noah to see Santa.
*We threw a stock-the-party for our friends Greg and Jenny last Saturday night where Stabbing Goat had our first draft beer available to the public. I think it was a hit since only 6 of the Bud Lights were consumed before it floated. Greg's bachelor party was after the party so the guys departed and that's all I have to say about that.
*Sunday morning found the Sullivan family with a special honor. We were asked last week if we would light the Advent Wreath in the Sunday service at church. Noah wouldn't sit down before the service started so I stood with him on the side until we got to go to the altar. He did much better than at his baptism. Instead of trying to get down he turned to his Granda and Pops on the 2nd pew and waved while squealing. It was awfully cute. He ruined it at lunch though when we almost walked out of our 2nd restaurant.
I'll post more often, especially leading up to the holidays and Jenna's next surgery.
Sorry no updates
Thought I'd take a second to update you guys on Jenna. She's scheduled to have her next surgery on December 21. This surgery will be to remove the tissue expanders and replace them with implants. She'll have to be put under but thankfully it isn't a very long procedure and she'll get to come home and be pampered for a couple of weeks during the holidays.
Who's that bearded man?
Every fall/winter I grow a beard. It usually lasts 2-3 weeks before Jenna makes me shave it to a goatee and that typically lasts through January. I think I use the beard as an age barometer on myself. Every year I look in the mirror in horror as the amount of grey hair in my beard seems to double each year.
I started growing the beard last week. The first several days are just normal scruffy looking Chad. The next few days are the hardest because you have to trim it off the neck and then you go through that whole Don Johnson stage that I hate. Then finally you get to the itchy phase and you have a beard. This happened on Tuesday.
At the same time I was growing the beard, Noah decided to cut about 4 molars at once. Over the weekend and the first several days of this week he has wanted nothing to do with me to the point where he actually pushes me away. We assumed it was because I had a big boys weekend and his Momma has been holding him a lot while he hasn't felt good.
Yesterday a co-worker asked me how Noah was adapting to the beard. She said when her husband grew a beard her kids wanted nothing to do with him. I also remember my buddy Brown saying he always hated his Dad growing a beard when he was young. I asked Jenna last night if she thought this may be Noah's new Daddy-avoidance and she had no opinion to offer.
This morning I went to wake Noah up and get him dressed. This has always been my duty so this isn't a schedule breaker or anything. Noah refused to come to me. He shook his head 'No.' He pushed his back against the back of his crib and would not let me pick him up. Jenna came and teased me that I'd have to shave.
So I did. I went to the bathroom and shaved while Jenna got him dressed. The verdict...when I picked him up he came easily and said "DaDaDaddy" with a squeal. I don't know if he didn't recognize me or he just didn't like the beard but it was obvious that was the problem.
I started growing the beard last week. The first several days are just normal scruffy looking Chad. The next few days are the hardest because you have to trim it off the neck and then you go through that whole Don Johnson stage that I hate. Then finally you get to the itchy phase and you have a beard. This happened on Tuesday.
At the same time I was growing the beard, Noah decided to cut about 4 molars at once. Over the weekend and the first several days of this week he has wanted nothing to do with me to the point where he actually pushes me away. We assumed it was because I had a big boys weekend and his Momma has been holding him a lot while he hasn't felt good.
Yesterday a co-worker asked me how Noah was adapting to the beard. She said when her husband grew a beard her kids wanted nothing to do with him. I also remember my buddy Brown saying he always hated his Dad growing a beard when he was young. I asked Jenna last night if she thought this may be Noah's new Daddy-avoidance and she had no opinion to offer.
This morning I went to wake Noah up and get him dressed. This has always been my duty so this isn't a schedule breaker or anything. Noah refused to come to me. He shook his head 'No.' He pushed his back against the back of his crib and would not let me pick him up. Jenna came and teased me that I'd have to shave.
So I did. I went to the bathroom and shaved while Jenna got him dressed. The verdict...when I picked him up he came easily and said "DaDaDaddy" with a squeal. I don't know if he didn't recognize me or he just didn't like the beard but it was obvious that was the problem.
Oh, great coordinators
Hi. Here is a picture of my dear friends or "Mother Hens" who coordinated the Race for the Cure efforts for my team. They, too, had helpers and it was all such a success. I wanted all the readers of this site to be able to put a face with the name. Diane Green is the one on the left and Molly Beth Malcolm is the one on the right. They have both been friends of my mother's for a very long time. Diane is our back door neighbor in Texarkana and she and mom were both teachers. Mom and Molly Beth also met while teaching years ago and Rendi, Molly Beth's daughter, was in mom's class. Anywho...both have seen me through the good and the bad and I am so grateful for their continual support through the years. I am one lucky lady, but I guess that is only due to be born to another lucky lady with such dear friends. Thanks Mom and Thanks Di and Molly Beth!
Happy Halloween
Thought I'd share a pic of Noah and his buddies this past Sunday at a Halloween party. In case you can't pick him out, he's Curious George.
Race Family
Here's a picture of everyone in our family that made it to the brunch after the race.
Race for the Cure
Well we just got back from the race and the brunch. What a wonderful day it was. First, Texarkana had over 7300 participants for the race making them no. 1 in the nation per capita. Congratulations to them. Jenna's team was scattered throughout the field but the family mainly stuck together towards the back. Jenna did great. This was the most physical thing she's had to do since her surgery so it was very taxing. Unfortunately she had to cut the race short and cut out the last 1/2-1 mile when it looped around by the finish line. She still deserves a lot of credit for doing what she could and giving it her best effort. The pain in her back just became too much.
The awards ceremony was special. The survivors came into the area from the sides and were given a pink rose before sitting down. I had such a surge of pride to see Jenna walk in with all those courageous people. A lot of awards and trophies were given out, and Jenna got to go up and accept a trophy for the fan favorite T-shirt. After all of the ceremonies we went to Molly Beth and Bruce's house for Belgian Waffles, fruit, and possibly the best hashbrown casserole I've had. Something did eclipse the casserole though and that was the smoothies the caterers made. I could have pulled a Forrest Gump with Dr. Peppers on them but I felt self-conscious asking for another after I had 6 of them (in my defense they were in little bitty dixie cups). Noah had a big time putting his arms in the goldfish pond past his elbows in a vain attempt to catch a fish. There were a couple of other kids there for him to stare at and silently wondering why they weren't trying to catch the fish with him.
I'll post more details along with pictures as I come across them in the next few days. Jenna and I both forgot our cameras so we are relying on everyone else to send us their pics. If you took pictures of the day please email them to me at chad@macadactyl.com .
Thanks
The awards ceremony was special. The survivors came into the area from the sides and were given a pink rose before sitting down. I had such a surge of pride to see Jenna walk in with all those courageous people. A lot of awards and trophies were given out, and Jenna got to go up and accept a trophy for the fan favorite T-shirt. After all of the ceremonies we went to Molly Beth and Bruce's house for Belgian Waffles, fruit, and possibly the best hashbrown casserole I've had. Something did eclipse the casserole though and that was the smoothies the caterers made. I could have pulled a Forrest Gump with Dr. Peppers on them but I felt self-conscious asking for another after I had 6 of them (in my defense they were in little bitty dixie cups). Noah had a big time putting his arms in the goldfish pond past his elbows in a vain attempt to catch a fish. There were a couple of other kids there for him to stare at and silently wondering why they weren't trying to catch the fish with him.
I'll post more details along with pictures as I come across them in the next few days. Jenna and I both forgot our cameras so we are relying on everyone else to send us their pics. If you took pictures of the day please email them to me at chad@macadactyl.com .
Thanks
Proud to be in T-Town
We arrived in T-town for the Race for the Cure tomorrow. Before we begin I just wanted to brag on so many people who have already made this such a special weekend. I'd like to thank everyone who signed up for Jenna's team, donated money in any way, and honestly everyone who is participating in the Race tomorrow whether you know Jenna or not. I'd like to thank Molly Beth and Dianne and I'm sure countless others for organizing Jenna's Mother Hens and Friends. The team T-shirts are awesome and everything from the coordination to the brunch in Jenna's honor tomorrow is above and beyond anything we could have imagined.
I'd also like to take a minute to truly brag on my mother. She has loved Jenna since the moment they met and it really shows today. She didn't have to love Jenna because I can truly testify she hasn't always approved of girls I was dating. With Jenna things were different. I don't know if they just had a natural click or if she saw how much I loved Jenna and she couldn't help but feel the same way. I'm not sure how it happened but I know she loves Jenna like a daughter. I'll share the proof with you. A couple of weeks ago Mom read my post on why I was traveling to Texarkana and she said it put her on a mission. She wanted to make a difference for someone else's Jenna. She started going around the chemical plant she works at and asked everyone she knew for $5. If they didn't have $5 she took whatever they could give her. She even has several donations for $3 on her page. She was persistent and she got dozens of donations. I'm so proud of her crusade because she ended up raising over $529 for the Komen Foundation to have the 2nd highest online total before the race tomorrow. I'm proud of her for so many reasons and in so many ways but I'm proud because I know she truly loves my wife and means so much to my family. Thanks Mom!
Hopefully by tomorrow night I'll be able to post some pictures and give details for everyone who can't be here.
I'd also like to take a minute to truly brag on my mother. She has loved Jenna since the moment they met and it really shows today. She didn't have to love Jenna because I can truly testify she hasn't always approved of girls I was dating. With Jenna things were different. I don't know if they just had a natural click or if she saw how much I loved Jenna and she couldn't help but feel the same way. I'm not sure how it happened but I know she loves Jenna like a daughter. I'll share the proof with you. A couple of weeks ago Mom read my post on why I was traveling to Texarkana and she said it put her on a mission. She wanted to make a difference for someone else's Jenna. She started going around the chemical plant she works at and asked everyone she knew for $5. If they didn't have $5 she took whatever they could give her. She even has several donations for $3 on her page. She was persistent and she got dozens of donations. I'm so proud of her crusade because she ended up raising over $529 for the Komen Foundation to have the 2nd highest online total before the race tomorrow. I'm proud of her for so many reasons and in so many ways but I'm proud because I know she truly loves my wife and means so much to my family. Thanks Mom!
Hopefully by tomorrow night I'll be able to post some pictures and give details for everyone who can't be here.
Laundry boy
Noah loves to help out moving the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer. He'll also help you take them from the dryer to the living room. If we could just get him to fold the clothes instead of throwing the clean laundry on the dogs, we'd have it made.
We couldn't find the video camera so Jenna took a series of snapshots. I put them into a collage for you to enjoy! I know Magga would be proud.
We couldn't find the video camera so Jenna took a series of snapshots. I put them into a collage for you to enjoy! I know Magga would be proud.
