tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54697629957301968502024-03-12T22:29:10.910-04:00The Daniel FamilyAnd the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up . . . pray for each other so that you might be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.
James 5:14-16The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-33779082204696167532013-08-08T21:59:00.001-04:002013-08-08T21:59:52.890-04:00End Of Summer RamblingsI've been meaning to write this down for a while and since I'm feeling all sentimental with the back to school activities in full swing, this seemed as good of a time as any. <br />
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My sweet Gaines will be going to K4 this fall. He's a young and small 4 right now so we fully intend to send him to K4 twice. This will be the equivalent of holding him back a year, but giving him an extra year to prepare for kindergarten. Anyway...he and I have this conversation every night when I kiss him goodnight. He grabs my face in his hands and says:<br />
G-"Mommy, your precious"<br />
Me-"No, your precious"<br />
G-"We 'bof' precious"<br />
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Makes my night and <i>almost</i> erases any irritation towards him over having to get one last sip of water, or and overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, or him needing to tell me "somefing" along the lines of what he had for lunch that day or something Reed said that he didn't like. <br />
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Reed has been back at Little Alfa this summer and its been nice to have the boys at the same place. He and I have been eating lunch together every Thursday for the last few weeks. Please note that Gaines has been invited but when I ask him if he wants to eat with us I get a very simple "No". This last time I asked him why he didn't want to eat with me and Reed and he told me "I just don't want to". Nice. It hurt my feelings a little at first but Reed and I have such nice lunches together, I got over it pretty quickly. Reed is big enough now to not cause a scene in front of people I work with everyday <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">(although I did find him stretched out on my boss's couch today when I sent him in to speak while I grabbed something off my desk) </span>and will actually have a little lunch conversation with me. Today I told him I was worried about Gaines going to Trinity and asked him to watch out for him. He told me that Gaines would be fine but "he's got to learn to wipe his own hiney". Agreed. <br />
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Reed will be in real kindergarten this year and I know he's going to do great but I'm going to miss our lunches and how we always share a pack of cookies count the dead worms on the sidewalk from his school to my office. There were 17 today. I'm working really hard at being a good boys mom. <br />
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Just wanted to get some of this written down. I hope to be back on here soon with first day of school pictures. <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-7781799483410196532013-05-09T22:11:00.001-04:002013-05-09T22:11:07.673-04:00Stream of ThoughtI know its been a while but the good news is that I did come back. When I was last here, Gaines had just recovered from his bout with pneumonia and Beau left town for a week. After he got back, Reed had a fever virus and the fever virus I thought Gaines had turned out to be the flu...so that was fun. <br />
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April was busy with traveling and t-ball and everything else life brings. We just wrapped up choir and t-ball is starting to wind down which, even though I enjoy it, will be nice. Reed's team has done great this year and has a big game tomorrow night against the undefeated team. They've already beaten us once but it was really close. I need to get a picture of Reed in his uniform on here. He's so stinking cute I can't stand it. He has been in the outfield this year but has gotten to play pitcher a couple of times when they were winning by a good bit. His hitting has gotten much better and he is one of the fastest on the team. Beau claims he was the fastest kid in school until the 4th grade so maybe that's where Reed gets it from but knowing Beau now, I have a hard time imagining it. He's just not much of a runner these days. <br />
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I actually don't always give Beau enough credit on here but I really have a great husband. He cleans up from dinner every night and is the sole dishwasher loader and unloader. I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous, but sometimes he gets on my nerves when he does my chores. I know. I'm crazy. I guess I just feel like it makes me look bad but really he'd rather fold laundry in the air conditioning and I'd rather be outside piddling in the yard. This time of year is so nice that its hard for me to stay inside. <br />
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Today the boys and I were playing outside before Beau got home and I got to watch Gaines playing a little soccer. Reed has always been the athlete of the two but now that Gaines is getting older, he's coming into his own. I've always been a little worried that he might not be good at sports since he seems a little clumsy at times (which I think is a result of the rough start he had) but he wasn't bad today! He's in a little soccer class at school and he really enjoys it. I think he likes having is own thing like Reed has whatever sport he's playing at the time. Its crazy but both boys will be on the same soccer team this fall. That should put Gaines on cloud nine. He wants to do whatever his brother is doing. He also just started riding a real bike. No more tricycle for him. I am amazed at him doing it. For a long time I didn't think he'd be able to ride a bike. He just wasn't getting it and I figured there was some sort of leg issue.<br />
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In other Gaines news...he turned 4! I know...I can't believe it either. He had a pirate party at the park and had lots of friends there. It was truly a great day. I'd been planning it out for a while and it all came together like I wanted...and most importantly he was happy. It was a good day all around. <br />
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I've got more to say but typing on this ipad is beyond infuriating and our computer is dying a slow death so I guess this is all for now. I'm not even going to proof it so excuse my errors. I'll try and add pictures next time.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-33442335422609994672013-03-12T22:03:00.001-04:002013-03-12T22:03:45.065-04:00Life On The OutsideWell, we've been enjoying life on the outside for the last few days. Gaines got out of the hospital last Friday morning. While he and I were packing up and being processed out, Beau was at the doctor being diagnosed with...you guessed it, viral pneumonia. He decided that he was not too sick to go into work or travel across the country the next day. He was however too sick to take a few breakfast dishes to the kitchen. But I'm not bitter about it all.<br />
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The boys and I ended up having a really nice weekend without him. I don't say that like it was nice because he was gone...just it was nice in spite of him being gone. Beau's parents came down to help me out some and we had a nice day. I got to run a few errands BY MYSELF and we all ate lunch at Chris' Hotdogs downtown. One of my favorites. I have a very refined pallete. <br />
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After lunch we headed to the zoo. On the way I got a phone call from my dad...my mom was out of town with my aunt, apparently they have chosen to travel in their retirement which is fine because who really wants an inheritance anyway?<br />
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But back to my dad. He calls and asks where I am. I tell him on the way to the zoo and ask where he is. He is sitting in my driveway. He lives an hour and a half away. Obviously my next question is, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to town?" <br />
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It seems that he didn't decide until that morning to come up and I guess there wasn't enough time on his hour and a half drive to make a call. <br />
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I kind of chased a rabbit there but all that to say, my dad met us at the zoo too which suprised the heck out of me because he's never really been a zoo kind of guy but I'm glad he did because the boys and I enjoyed getting to see him. <br />
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Man this is getting long and boring. That afternoon after everyone had left, Reed and I practiced t-ball in the front yeard where I critqued his batting form and had him shaped up in a few swings. This is hilarious to me as I have never played a sport in my life. Apparently, <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I have gotten in to t-ball mode. I caught myself telling Reed over the weekend that if he wasn't going to practice with all his heart, we just wouldn't practice at all. What have I become? I'm the t-ball version of a pageant mom. Stop. The. Insanity. </span><br />
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We missed church Sunday morning because I wasn't sure Gaines was ready and without Beau here, it just seemed best to stay home. <i>It had nothing to do with daylight savings time, a lack of sleep last week and me cringing at the thought of ironing shirts for the boys.</i> The rest of the day was spent at t-ball practice, getting haircuts running errands and at Mission Friends. I mentioned something to the boys about what a nice day we'd had and Reed informed me that it was "kind of the worst". He was quickly reminded that his day had consisted of muffins for breakfast, watercolor painting, tacos for lunch, t-ball practice, popcorn from Target and new fancy practice shirts I decided he needed (the ratty t-shirts were not cutting it). He has a rude awakening coming if he thought that anything less than a nice day. <br />
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Somewhere over the weekend Gaines and I had this conversation. <br />
G-"You happy mama?"<br />
B-"Yes, baby...why?"<br />
G-"Because you were mad".<br />
B-"When was I mad?"<br />
G-"When you make us cwean up our woom." <br />
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Monday brought us back the real world. I was reminded of Gaines' total disdain for blue jeans with his sobbing refrain of "I not want to wear bwue jeans" for a full 20 minutes and of Reed's desire to not have the same thing for breakfast "<i>every morning"</i>. We had to make him a little menu so that I would know his breakfast preferences in advance and could keep the breakfast disappointment to a minimum. Their lives are so hard. <br />
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We had a rough week last week but life has been good and we are looking forward to a busy spring. Thanks for keeping up with us and for all your prayers last week.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-25070096826888015172013-03-06T23:30:00.001-05:002013-03-06T23:33:04.576-05:00Hospital, Brothers and Other RamblingsWell. I sure didn't think we'd be checking into the hospistal for the whole week when we got here on Monday but that seems to be the plan. I was laughing with Beau today about some comments we made over the weekend about how thankful we were that Gaines was sick over the weekend so we didn't have to take time off of work. Ha! I swear God has a sense of humor. <br />
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We had a rough night Monday night as Gaines ended up needed four liters of oxygen to keep his sats up but he seems to be improving now and the doctor today told me that he wasn't worried about him at all, but that his little lungs just need some extra time to get over this. So...we've been here. And its been fine. Good nurses, lots of time to snuggle with my boy and catch up on back episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.<br />
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Today we followed doctor's orders to walk the halls and ended up at the nursery window looking at the new babies. Gaines asked if we could take one home. Uh....no. They aren't puppies. Not that we are in the market for a puppy either. We have all the living things that I can keep up with right now. <br />
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Speaking of puppies though, its funny to me that both boys seem to really think that Jack is their brother. If I ever mention our family of four or something along those lines they'll correct me and say five. Or, "Uh, mom, aren't you forgetting someone? Jack?" looking at me like I'm a total idiot for forgetting my oldest son. I'm guessing at some point they'll figure that out. Hope so anyway. <br />
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The two human brothers are missing each other this week. They really do love each other. Reed claims to have other best friends but Gaines will love on Reed sometimes and say "Best fwiends". He still doesn't say "r"s and "l"s well but I just can't bring myself to really correct him. I love to hear him say, "I win and you wose! You the woser". Probably won't be so cute when he's twelve but for now I think its ok. And yes, we are working on being graceful winners....among many, many other things. <br />
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The boys have been into temporary tatoos lately. Reed likes to put them semi-normal places but last week Gaines asked for a Perry (of Fineus & Ferb fame) on his hiney. So I had him pull his pants down and I stuck on on there one on it. It was Friday and I didn't see why not. We'll just say that Beau was not impressed...to say the least. It stayed there all weekend and I got a serious talking to on Sunday night when he realized it was still there. If anyone that may have helped Gaines in the restroom at church on Sunday is reading this, I apologize for the platypus on his hiney. <br />
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I'm working on figuring out the picture thing on my ipad. I hope y'all enjoyed those three pictures on the last post because they took me a WHILE to make work. Blogger seems kind of finicky about them plus I'm trying to figure out how sync ipad, iphone and computer pictures all together. Technology is hard. <br />
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Ok, I think I may be tired enough to sleep on my luxury cot. And by luxury I mean it does not also double as a chair. <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-1368029931949534062013-03-04T19:15:00.004-05:002013-03-04T19:19:19.972-05:00Back By Popular Demand-Or The Half-Hearted Request Of A Few People I KnowSo, if I sick child is a good enough reason to start a blog, it seems to be a good enough reason to start one back. It also seems to be a good enough reason to eat my weight in Reese's cups that I brought to the hospital <i>for Gaines</i>. <br />
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My little Gainesy has landed himself in the hospital again. Its certainly not our first visit but it has been a while since he's been here sick. We are here today because of a viral something with flu-like symptoms that seems to have turned into pneumonia. The patient is sleeping now and I'm about bored out of my mind. How was I ever on bed-rest for 6 weeks? Hopefully we are just here for a night or two. I don't love the hospital but I can manage if it makes my boy feel better. <br />
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Other than this little hiccup, life has been going very well. Gaines started school in April of 2012 and is doing really well. He is making friends and seems to be quite the ladies man. His teacher told me I should probably stock up on Valentines for next year while they are on sale because all the girls love Gaines. Personally, I think its because of his superior genes...but his teacher thinks that the girls find him less gross than the other boys. No offense to the other boys' mamas...Gaines has never really liked to be dirty and with the exception of wiping his hands on his shirt instead of a napkin, seems to keep himself tidy. I am happy to report that I am still his number one girl...or so I'm telling myself. <br />
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My Reed is also doing well. He started big school this past fall. He's in K4 but it is definitely a big school...K4-12th grade. I think he really likes it but does ask from time to time to take a day off. Apparently he has to "learn...and color...and cut stuff all day". I really feel for him. <br />
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He has also started playing sports and is loving it. We just finished basketball which I must admit is not my favorite. To me it is chaos and not Reed's best sport. I loved t-ball and soccer and thankfully so did he. Really hope he eventually chooses those over basketball. Soccer is fun but t-ball is serious and has taken me a little getting used to. I complained a LOT last year during the 3 practices a week and special uniform pants and new cleats and bats, and glove and bat bag. I probably uttered, "I mean they are four" 100 times but all that changed after the first game. I was into it. I'm just a touch competitive and they really keep score. Beau likes to say that they umpire had to ask me to settle down a time or two but that is not true at all. But if he'd use a pair of glasses every now and then I might not have to point out his missed calls. Kidding of course. I'm a perfect lady at t-ball. </div>
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If I'm going to get back into this I'll try and start remembering funny stuff to report. One quick thing that comes to mind that still makes me laugh when I think about it. We sent Reed to get dressed for whatever and he called his daddy to his room for help. When Beau got there he said, "Dad, I've got some weird news about my underwear". No telling what was going through Beau's head. I can't even remember what it was but it was nothing gross...I think he'd been wearing it inside out or something but it still makes me laugh when I think about the "weird news".<br />
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Seems like I've been typing a while now so I better finish it up. Gaines is sure to wake up any minute and need his mama to love on him...or unplug his 3 lines and take him to the bathroom. Being a mom is so glamorous. Do please keep my sweet boy in your prayers. I hate to see him feeling so badly.<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-3429757526528872132012-01-30T17:23:00.000-05:002012-01-30T17:23:26.528-05:00This, that and the other...Hello World-<br />
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Have you missed me? I’m sure that you have all been waiting by your computers for a Daniel Family update. Probably clicking the refresh button just hoping a new one will pop up. On a side note, is there anyone still reading this? I pretty much just update to sort of scrapbook so if there are folks still out there, pipe up. <br />
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I really wish I knew how to update the settings on here and get this blog looking better. I see so many cute blogs and mine is just one not one of them. But I guess that is a problem for another day. And I know that I should be updating pictures too but I’m just not tech savvy. I’m waiting on this whole technology fad to run its course. I’m over it. <br />
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Let’s see, lately we have been spending more time in the car running from one activity to another. Reed has choir on Wednesdays so we all go to church on Wednesdays now and then Reed has basketball practice (you read that right) on Thursdays. Beau is helping coach so the Gaineser and I spend Thursdays together. Usually eating whatever we want and doing as little as possible. I guess that doesn’t sound like too much but when two of your five weekdays are different than what we’ve been used too, it’s kind of thrown me for a loop. I’m a creature of habit. I guess I’m just learning a new routine. Oh and now we have basketball games every Saturday. <br />
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I cannot even believe that Reed plays basketball. He is one of the youngest so he has a little ways to go to be the best on the team, but he holds his own. Especially on defense. A couple of weeks ago he pretty much horse collar tackled a kid trying to get the ball away from him. Like would have been ejected if it had been a “real” game. Poor thing didn’t even know that wasn’t allowed. He also made two baskets (both in the wrong goal) that game but he’s getting there. All in all it’s been fun so far. Hope it continues. <br />
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In Gaines news, he is pretty much grown-up. This past week we said good-bye to the crib and hello to the big boy bed. He is doing great with it. Usually he sleeps all over the bed, kind of like he was still in the crib but this morning it was like he hadn’t moved. Snug as a bug in a rug still under the covers with all 6 animals tucked tightly around him. Y’all, I swear that boy is so cute I can’t even stand it (Reed too). It’s been his saving grace lately as he’s been testing his limits…do I say that every blog post? Probably. <br />
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So far we have had a pretty good winter with him, especially considering he’s going to school a half day a week and church twice a week. He’s gotten a few colds but has gotten over them on his own. That is a big deal. We still have a couple more months of cold season but I am encouraged by how well he’s done so far. <br />
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We are super close to having Gaines potty trained. He has been begging to be trained for a while now but neither Beau nor I have really had the energy for it…but I think we are there. He will be in underwear all week…even on outings. I’ll report back. I hate public restrooms with a passion and you pretty much have to swallow that when you have a potty training toddler. Did y’all know that about me? I really don’t like to talk or even open my mouth in them. Also, I will get off of a too crowded elevator. There are a couple of fun facts for you. <br />
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In school news we will be making some adjustments to the status quo in a couple of months. Gaines will start school full time in April. He is SO ready…he doesn’t know it yet as right now he doesn’t love school, but he really is. He needs the structure. I know that it will grow on him as soon as he’s there full time. Also, we are in the process of trying to decide where Reed will go to K4 in the fall. I know that it’s not “real” kindergarten but I cannot believe that my sweet Reed will be in big school this year. <br />
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Ok…I’ll leave y’all with this funny. We were all on the way to school Friday morning (me, Reed & Gaines). Gaines mouthed of at me about something (who can even keep up with what anymore) and Reed piped up and said, “Excuse me? Is that how you talk to your mama?” I loved it. They absolutely wear me out and there are days that I feel like they are sucking the life right out of me but how boring would life be without them? <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-59335196580313662312011-12-15T16:11:00.000-05:002011-12-15T16:11:22.383-05:00Sleigh Ride<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>Editor's Note: (This post has nothing to do with Sleigh Rides but the song was on when I titled it, so there you go...festive, huh? Also, I haven't proofread this so bear with me.)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We’ve been in the Christmas spirit for the last few weeks. I read something recently (no idea where) that someone wrote about “producing Christmas” at their house and I thought it was a pretty accurate term. So much work goes into “producing Christmas”…and not even the over the top stuff (which I’m guilty of) but also into trying to make it fun for little ones and into activities that help us absorb the real meaning of Christmas…if any of that makes sense. I’m trying to make a point to slow down and enjoy my family and the season. Anyway, I know that you all tuned in to get my thoughts on Christmas but I’ll move on to the highlights of our life…bullet-point style.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Reed has started basketball. It’s our family’s first organized sport. He’s had his first practice and games will start in January. Go Little Cheetahs! In other basketball related news, his uniform swallows him whole. I commented on how big it was only to receive a sharp reply from an unnamed member of our family that I could sign him up next time if I had a problem with it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Gaines has always been pretty spunky, but I constantly find myself telling him to get off of Reed. They are playing together a lot these days but mostly in a wrestling fashion. Not too long ago, I found Reed sitting on Gaines with a blanket wrapped around his head. We had a serious talk and some time-out time over that one but mostly it’s just Gaines tackling Reed when he’s not expecting it. Every time I pull him off he says the same thing, “Soddy Mobby” (that would be sorry mommy) but he says it with some sort of weird accent. Makes me laugh every time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Lord knows where it came from but, the phrase of the week this week is “Hey, watch it too-tall”. Reed says it to Gaines and then Gaines says it back and it goes on and on. It’s so fun to hear Gaines say it though. I forgot how funny it is to listen to a little one just learning to talk. And an update on that is that Gaines is talking ton…and we can understand most of it. He’s definitely a little mimic right now. There are something that we don’t understand but he improves every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-Side note, do y’all love that Christmas Canon song? It’s one of my top five favorite Christmas songs. Our church did it the other day as part of their Living Christmas Tree performance and it was so spot on. I almost cried. Ridiculous, but it was beautiful. I will tell you which Christmas song I could do without, “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause”. I think it makes the mother look a bit like a harlot…for lack of a better family friendly word. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-We went to a NICU graduate Christmas party down here last weekend. It was so fun to see all the sweet nurses that took care of my littlest boy. I’m not saying that he’s a NICU superstar or anything, but there was a definite “Gaines” (think “Norm” from Cheers) when he walked in. I loved being able to show them how well he’s doing…and he is doing really, really well. Y’all keep all the families that are spending the Christmas season in the hospital in your prayers. I’m keeping up with a really sick local little girl right now and it brings back so many memories of countless doctors, scary nights, watching the numbers…just all of it, but it also reminds me of how good people are and how many people prayed Gaines home and (eventually) healthy. That will never be lost on me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-I have recently refreshed myself on the proper times to use an apostrophe in “it’s/its”. I’m pretty pumped about this as I’ve just been guessing at it since people stopped grading my English homework. No worries though, comma splices and …’s still run rampant around here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">-We went to a Christmas Hayride last weekend where Gaines rode a horse for the first time ever. I could barely get him off. If only we had a place to keep a horse. I need a farm. Beau isn’t quite on board with my farm dream. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Merry Christmas and Love to All-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span>The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-10442194747893029162011-11-15T13:12:00.000-05:002011-11-15T13:12:26.227-05:00My BoysCouple of quick things about my boys that I thought were funny.<br />
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I saw a big piece of paper hanging on the wall in Reed’s class that said, “What is your family having for Thanksgiving dinner?” Apparently Reed’s family is having fish. We don't even eat fish at our house for regular dinners. Like ever. Except one time when I tried to make it because Beau likes it. He loved it. I had pop-tarts for dinner that night. But all that was before Reed so he's never had fish at our house. Sue me. <br />
Also, the other night, Reed got stuck in Gaines’ Cozy Coupe car and was yelling “Help, help!” As soon as Gaines heard him, he jumped off of his scooter and went running to Reed, “I comin, Ree, Ree…I comin”. SO sweet but hilarious at the same time. He LOVES his big brother.<br />
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In other news, I will continue my quest of taking a picture of both of my children looking at the camera and having some sort of smile on their faces. Although, at this point I'd probably just settle for all eyes open. I am seriously considering a Christmas card of outtakes. <br />
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Just wanted you all to know that we are still alive and well. (Although my Gainesy has two ear infections..."one good one and one massive one". Poor baby). <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-9549209597478485822011-10-19T16:13:00.000-04:002011-10-19T16:13:45.902-04:00BossyThis past Sunday morning (which happened to be Reed's birthday) we were all getting ready for church. I was in the boys' bathroom barking orders...probably trying to get their teeth brushed or something when Reed said, "Mom, do you know what bossy is?" I stopped in my tracks and stared at him. I said, "I do, do you?" He replied, "It means rude." <br />
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On another note, Reed is now finally 4, but he told me last night that he just really, really needs to be 5. <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-31413052072888796032011-10-15T16:14:00.000-04:002011-10-15T16:14:20.280-04:00PicturesThese are from the 600 pictures that I told y'all were on my camera that needed to be uploaded to the computer. Hope you like them. Most of them make me laugh. <br />
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This is Reed during a "rest". All his animals are taking a nap.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These are Gaines' first day of school pictures. You can tell he was really excited for school. In case I haven't mentioned it, he goes to a mothers' day out one half day a week. Doctor approved.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These next two make me laugh. Beau and Reed were working on something and had to wear their safety gear. Safety first!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My mom is going to kill me for this one but it makes me laugh so hard. This is her and Gaines having a parade. That stick in his hand is the Irish walking whistle that she brought him back from Ireland. Of all the things to bring back... </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was at a pumpkin patch birthday party. Beau and Gaines didn't get to go because Gaines ended up pretty sick after last year's pumpkin patch adventure and we didn't want to risk it. We think its the hay.</div><br />
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Gaines learned to tolerate the beach some...but this is how he felt most of the time he had an encounter with the sand.<br />
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This one is pretty indicative of our life most days. Don't worry. Reed was only hugging him.<br />
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I would also like to let you all know that I found a rotten pumpkin in the boys’ bathroom yesterday. Apparently pumpkins do not last if you break their skin by sticking plastic face pieces in them. It was really gross and my hand has been stained a little orange all day. Who knew that pumpkins stain? About an hour later I found a rotten banana. We seem to have a rotting produce problem at our house these days. I just needed y'all to know that. <br />
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Here's another human interest story for you, we’ve been going to Wednesday night church lately but I decided to let us skip last night. We’ve been going so much and just needed a night at home to be normal and it was rainy and I know that neither of those are good excuses but I talked myself into it. It's ok though because God punished me by having Gaines throw up...on me…in my work clothes. I swear He has a sense of humor. <br />
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Reed’s birthday is coming up on Sunday but he moved up classes at school on Tuesday so he thinks he’s already 4. That sweet baby just can’t wait. <br />
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In other Reed news, he made the real news yesterday. They had a fire prevention deal going on at school yesterday that involved a smoke house and fire truck. They interviewed Reed and while I’m sure he had some profound comments on fire safety, they only used the clip of him saying, “It was a little smoky”. I wish I could put a link of it on here but apparently CBS 8 doesn’t feel that cute little almost 4 year olds sharing fire prevention advice was a worthy enough story to put on their website. <br />
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I guess that’s about it for now. Two posts in two days and this is what you get. I’m trying to get better with the blogging. I really want to. <br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-62312377486109225422011-10-12T13:37:00.000-04:002011-10-12T13:37:29.704-04:00Gaines' Big NewsFirst, my apoligies for dropping the ball right after I said I was going to post pictures. My dad ended up having pretty major surgery the next day and my little world and to do list just had to wait. We were at the beach the next weekend and just got back on Monday. Trying to do something like uploading pictures during the week just isn't going to happen. So, here's hoping that I get some up this weekend. I'm pretty sure I will but I'm just not going to promise any more. <br />
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A few other housekeeping details, you all need to have your skin checked once a year and wear SPF sunscreen. I had two moles "biopsied" last week and while thankfully they were ok and only "abnormal", the whole thing kind of shook me up. I'm not sure if you all are aware but I have a bit of a vivid imagination and it is not alwasy a good thing. Anyway, I wore sunscreen at the beach and the world did not end when I did not come back tan...weird. I also did not come back sunburned which was a nice change of pace. So, there is my skin care PSA. Take care of it. <br />
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I had something else riveting to say but I forgot it. So moving on to Gaines' big news...<br />
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Gaines' speech therapist did his 6 month evaluation the other day and he did so well! His score was 26 out of 29 months. The test has two different pieces, one that focuses on what he’s understanding, and the other on what he’s able to articulate. The articulation piece was 27/29 and the understanding was 26/29. I am really, really pleased with that. <br />
I kind of kept it to myself before but, at his first evaluation in speech, that understanding piece was 13 out of 24 months. I knew that part of it was Gaines not cooperating that day (he’s just not going to do what he doesn’t want to do-working on that) but honestly, it also kind of scared me and I didn’t want anyone to know about it. So…I am super excited with this result. This score means that he no longer qualifies for Early Intervention and will only have one more session.<br />
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The therapist did mention that if we were still having trouble understanding a lot of what he says (like right now “mama” sounds like “baba” which is common in all kids) around the time he turns three, that we might want to have someone look at him to see if he needed help with his sounds. She said that right now he was too young for that to be a concern. We’ll cross that bridge when and if we need to but right now I’m just so excited that he’s catching up and <em>understanding</em>. <br />
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There have been a lot of unknowns with Gaines that we’ve had to be patient with and watch unfold…I mean, his sats were LOW (like do you want us to call in the chaplain low) the day he was born and he had to be resuscitated his first night…that doesn’t bode well for lots of things brain-wise. But y’all…he’s getting there and overcoming all the concerns one at time. First by holding his head up and sitting, to walking and now this. I could not be more proud of my littlest boy! God is good! <br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-49753888995672209132011-09-28T13:33:00.000-04:002011-09-28T13:33:15.590-04:00This, that and the other...<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello world. Yes, we are still alive and well. Just busy living. I don’t know that I really have too much to say…but I’m getting harassed about not-blogging so here I am. I’m typing this during lunch so there will be no pictures…they are all on my home computer. Well, some are. There are about 3000 on my camera that need to make it over to the computer but who has time for foolishness such as that. My goal is to get that done this weekend. This week, I am getting ready to host a baby shower at my house. I love that I spend a week “preparing” for something that will last an hour and a half. There’s nothing like having strangers over to make you see everything that’s wrong with your house. Y’all want to see my to do list? Here it is…my goodness this is so boring. My commentary will be in italics.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wed wipe down doors/walls-<em>because my children obviously walk around with nasty hands touching things. People with small chilren, get on your knees and check out your walls, doors, cabinets and trim. I did this recently and oh my word.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wed abstract, tax info (2 yrs), check-<em>refinancing our house…rates are so low right now</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thurs TJ Maxx-<em>got to return some sweaters I bought for the boys</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But…I’m guessing you all aren’t here to read about the daily trials of Brittany Daniel so let me throw in a few things about my boys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-Reed: In the car yesterday I told him I was going to a painting party and he said, “Mom, do you know how to say painting in Chinese?” Excuse me, what? I said, “No, do you?” and he popped out with something that sounded Chinese that I couldn’t begin to try and retype. So…note to self, too much Ni Hao Kailan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, we had to have a little talk 2 nights ago about letting Gaines do the wrong things is just as bad as doing the wrong things yourself. I went in the bathroom while he was in the bathtub (because the kitchen and their bedrooms are just right there and I can get that part of the house straightened up while listening to him play…not because I’m a bad mother and leave him unsupervised in the bathtub) and had to fish out a stuffed parrot, a baby pillow and a fire truck. The immediate response was “Gaines did it!” which lead to our little talk. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gaines: Speaking of the Gaineser, that boy…I just don’t know. He is a mess, but he’s so sweet…I just don’t know how to describe him. He’s doing really well off his oxygen. I just pray that he can stay healthy this fall/winter and we can avoid a hospital visit. Gaines actually started school a few weeks ago. Just 4 hours a week that both doctors and a nurse practitioner approved. I don’t know that he loves it just yet but he’s getting there. I’ll try and post his first day of school pictures this weekend. He’s talking a lot more now and even says “I love you”. On Reed’s and my way of out the door this morning I said, “Bye Gaines, I love you” and he said, “I la you, Ree Ree”. At least he loves somebody. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alright…I better run. I need to get back to work. Pictures this weekend!</span><br />
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</span>The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-62736019111344317052011-08-19T08:48:00.000-04:002011-08-19T08:48:35.149-04:00Gaines' Big NewsSo, we’ve got big news! Gaines officially passed his sleep study (where he was monitored sleeping without oxygen)! That was the last step in weaning him from his oxygen and we are now OXYGEN FREE! Well, not totally oxygen free as that is what we all breathe, but you know what I mean. No more tanks, no more concentrators, no more cannulas, no more tendergrips on his precious face. This is what we’ve been wanting for the last 28 months but now that its here, it’s a little scary. The oxygen has been a thorn in my side for so long, but it’s also been a life preserver of sorts (not in the way that its was literally a life preserver for Gaines but a figurative one in like something you throw someone in the water…just to be clear :). We were able to test the waters on being without oxygen knowing that we had this life preserver if we needed it. Now, little Gaines is swimming on his own with no floats. I hope and pray that he’s ready…and that we are ready for this. I worry about colds this cold/flu season and we may have a set back, but that will be ok. We’ll make it through. Can you tell I’ve given myself this little pep talk a few hundred times? <br />
I hope all of that doesn’t sound like I’m not excited. I totally am. I mean, this is a big deal for Gaines and our family. More than anything I’m so proud of my littlest boy. That child has more spirit and spunk that any other child I know. Its sounds cliché’ but he’s really come so far. I look back at old pictures of him and I remember the ones that I thought were “good ones” because you could see his eyes through all of his tubes. My eyes are tearing up just thinking about it. <br />
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He’s making major progress (in my professional opinion) of getting caught up in other areas too. You’ll be happy to know that is talking is coming along and that he now says his version of “Excuse me” after he announces that he pooted or burped. I’ll call that progress. :) <br />
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Thank you so much for sticking with us on this journey. Your prayers and comments have meant the world to us. Please continue to keep Gaines in your prayers as we embark on this new phase of his life. <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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Brittany<br />
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The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-87855370289152738002011-08-04T16:45:00.000-04:002011-08-04T16:45:45.890-04:00Birthday List<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Since Reed’s birthday is “coming up” in October, anytime he asks for something lately, I tell him that we should put that on his birthday list. I guess I’ve said it one too many times because last night he said, “Why don’t we sit on the couch and write down my birthday list”. So we did. I thought it was kind of funny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. a star turtle that puts starts on the ceiling-<em>his cousin had one this past weekend that he loved</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. a pet raccoon-<em>I don’t even know what to say</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10. a toy tree-<em>I asked, “What do you do with a toy tree?” “You just pretend that its real”. Duh.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">11. spiderman shirts and shorts that he can wear to school-<em>all of super hero garments are pajamas or costumes. He is so mistreated. It’s sad really.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">13. a toy helicopter- <em>“But Reed, you already have 4 or 5 helicopters (including a remote one that really flies-thanks Babs and Pop)”. “But I just need one more”. </em></span><br />
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-Gaines loves fried chicken. He doesn't totally understand the concept just yet though. I had to fish chewed up pieces of bone out of his mouth tonight at dinner.<br />
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-Reed told Beau tonight that he should buy me a new ring. I swear I have never said a word to Reed about rings. Reed thinks it should be pink. He's under the impression its my favorite color. I like pink and all, but if I'm getting a new ring, I don't really want pink. <br />
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-We are kind of updating our den at home right now. I'm having two chairs recovered in green velvet and I'm really nervous about it. I had a dream the other night that they looked like mud. Weird.<br />
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-Gaines' speech is coming along. His latest thing is to poot, laugh hysterically and say "Poot". Total boy.<br />
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-Did I tell y'all that my sister had a baby? His name is Aiden and he's precious.<br />
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-Gaines went to Pump It Up today with Kristin. He wore a pair of shark gloves and some frog rain boots. These are the same shark gloves that Reed wore to church a few weeks ago. In the dead of summer.<br />
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-I believe that I have seen every episode of The Fresh Beat Band 4000 times. I've had their song "Here We Go" in my head all day. I think I might start trying to learn their dances.<br />
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-In the car the other day I was talking to Beau and I guess I was kind of animated about whatever I was saying. Reed said, "Mom, can you just settle down?" He was totally serious. He had probably heard that same statement directed towards him about 700 times that afternoon. Boy's are wild. Did y'all know that? Cause I had no idea. <br />
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I really thought I had more to say tonight but I guess that's it. <br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-60393416022272989522011-07-24T17:23:00.001-04:002011-07-24T17:25:52.663-04:00Reed's Trip Around the WorldWe've been on an adventure this afternoon. While Gaines was taking his afternoon nap Reed told Beau and me that he was going on a trip around the world. We had a fairly lengthy discussion about how he was going to get around (walk), what he was going to eat (pizza), what he'd do if he got thirsty (he was going to take a "nice, cool drink of lemonade" with him) and what he was going to pack. <br />
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This question prompted him to get his little blue suitcase out of his closet. With our advice of not to pack too many books because it would be too heavy, he decided on: one book, baby jaguar (a stuffed tiger that we call a jaguar), 1 matchbox car, 4 pairs of "baseball shorts", a t-shirt and 6 pairs of underwear. He figured he'd only be gone 5 days, so that was enough. I asked where he planned to stay and he told me he'd just stay at the first good place he came too.<br />
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So, once he packed up I walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye. I watched out the window to see what he would do. When he was halfway down the driveway I grabbed the camera and ran outside. He didn't know I was watching him as he walked up the neighbors' driveway and stood at their front door. While he was figuring out what he was going to do, their dogs gave him away and our neighbor came out. She talked to him for a minute or two before I went over and suggested we go home for lemonade. He wasn't really into that...he wanted to go inside. I mentioned their big dogs and we decided it was best that he move on. Some how he got it in his head that we needed to visit five houses. <br />
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So, with Reed in the lead and me following only to take pictures and keep him from getting run over, he stops at another neighbor's who is out cutting his grass. Reed told him what he was doing and the guy was nice but went back to cutting his grass. Reed approached him again and the guy stopped again. This time he turned the mower off and I heard Reed say, "Aren't you going to let me in?" Embarassed, I kind of excused us and suggested that we visit another neighbor out working in his yard. <br />
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He got invited in at this stop and was given a little snack for his bag. He discussed with both neighbors what he was doing for a minute or two before we moved on. All this time Reed has not been one bit afraid to approach these people. We know them all, but I wouldn't have thought he would be this un-shy. Anyway, after this stop, I suggested the lemonade again as I'm trying to wrap this little trip up. I didn't see anyone else outside and I hated to knock on someone's door. Sunday afternoon naps and all. So, I convinced him to go back home and take his daddy with him. <br />
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He and Beau left and hit neighbor number 4's house. She was in her backyard and came around and Reed filled her in on his trip and they moved on to house number 5. This part is hard for me to believe. He and Beau just marched up to this older couple's house who we kind of know...but not really. Anyway, they ring the doorbell and the older lady invites them in. They march on in and sit down. Reed unzips his bag and proceeds to show her everything he has with him. All this time I was at home with Gaines and kind of starting to wonder where they were. Oh, they were just sitting in a semi-random lady's living room having a leisurely Sunday afternoon chat. <br />
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On the way back to the house, Reed looked at Beau after visiting 5 houses and said, "Taking a trip around the world sure is a lot of hard work".<br />
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Anyway, that's about the extent of it but I had to write it all down before I forgot. Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Also, there is a post from a few days ago under this one that updates you on most of our goings own as of late. <br />
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Love to all,<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let’s see…I guess we can start with Gaines. I can’t believe I haven’t put this on here sooner but Gaines is off oxygen all day long and only gets it at night. Last time I updated, he was still on at naps but now he goes one really long stretch without. We’ve been pretty close to having him tested through the night, but each time he’s come down with a little cold and you can tell he’s not quite ready to give it up all together. Those two sick spells he needed a little help breathing and we were able to put him back on…if we didn’t have oxygen at home, he’d have had to go to the hospital. So…while I am ready to lose it totally, we’ll do it when Gaines is good and ready. And not having it during the day makes life SO much easier. I can’t even begin to tell you how much.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He has such the little personality these days...still plenty of Gaines attitude, but I’m starting to see his sweetness more and more. He LOVES to play with/wrestle with/pick on his brother…I just wish Reed enjoyed it as much as Gaines. He walks around the house calling him all the time, “Ree, Ree, Ree”. I found them this morning with Reed whimpering on the couch and Gaines on top of him laughing. He may be little, but he’s the toughest kid I know. He has been spending a good bit of time in timeout these days. Mostly just testing his boundaries I guess. You can kind of see it in his little eyes. Like, you’ll tell him “no” and he’ll sort of look at you like, “we’ll just see about that”…right before he does whatever he’s not supposed to be doing again. Last night it was banging his head into my face. He thinks it’s funny…my cheekbone and nose will tell you that its not one bit funny. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is currently seeing a speech therapist twice a week and I can see improvements in his talking. I’ve noticed lately that he’s <em>starting</em> to put two words together, like "bye Ree" or "more please". Now, when I come home in the afternoons he comes running towards me screaming “Mommy, mommy, mommy”. So sweet. He’ll give you a big hug with the tiniest little pat, pat, pat on your back. It's a lot better than him just kind of glancing at you from in front of the tv becuase he doesn't want to miss one minue of Ni Hao Kailan. FYI...he's also learning to speak a little Chinese thanks to Kailan. I’d say his favorite word right now is “Whoa!” He gets so excited about things. Everything is "Whoa!" We are working on saying “Gaines” as right now, whenever he sees a picture of himself (or in a mirror for that matter) he said, “Ree”. He is a total MESS but I wouldn’t have him any other way. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now Reed…I think it’s a good thing I didn’t type a blog there for a little spell or there might have been some not so pleasant things mentioned on here about that one. I believe that he has turned a corner but he just went through a tough testing his boundaries and my patience phase for a few weeks. Not listening, being defiant and disrespectful…things that are totally not like Reed. I can’t remember what he did but he got a spanking for something recently and he looked at Beau and said through his tears, “But I don’t normally get spankings!” Thankfully, he seems to be back to his old self, for the most part. There was a timeout episode last night for eating his corn with his hands after he’d been instructed to use his fork…but for the most part, he’s acting better. I didn't even so much care about the corn eating u </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That little joker just has the best week of his life in Disney World. I had some work to do down there but had enough free time on this trip to take Beau and Reed with me. Gaines stayed home (well, with my parents) and while I felt SUPER guilty about it, it was the right thing. He is too little and it was too hot and crowded for him to enjoy it. Also, it let Beau and I spend some time with Reed which was so fun. He’s an awesome little boy. Disney is not quite as magical as I remember, but we had a great time and had so much fun. He and I loved the teacups the best I think…Beau not so much. He sat them out after the first time. We all loved the Thunder Mountain roller coaster that Reed was just barely big enough to ride. Reed is definitely his father’s child and asked for popcorn every time we saw it. He was really so good down there. Oh, he also loved the Pirates ride and LOVED the sword that we let him get. Luckily no one has lost an eye yet. We</span> <span style="font-size: small;">brought Gaines back a big Mickey Mouse to which he said, “Whoa!” He was so excited to see us…it was precious. He wouldn’t quit hugging us and when Beau went to load the car with his stuff, he climbed in the car and go in his car seat all by himself. He meant we weren’t leaving him again. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here are a few Reed-isms of late:</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Plenty, Plenty, Please!”</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, you are really pushing my buttons.” –because I was asking him to get dressed for the 400th time.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can I have my Silly Puddle, please?”</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, why do mom’s and dad’s don’t have toy’s in their rooms?”</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">In a public restroom with Beau, the two urninals are being used and there are two stalls. One being used, one not. So they go in the unused stall and Reed says very loudly, “Daddy, it’s really stinky in here” (referring to the man in the next stall). Beau says something along the lines of “ok, lets hurry up” or something and Reed says, “I mean, it’s really, really stinky in here”. Beau said you could hear the guys at the urinal laughing. They got out as fast as they could. On another note, in a different public restroom on the same trip, Beau accidentally opened the restroom door on an older lady using the restroom. Apparently she forgot to lock the door. I find</span> <span style="font-size: small;">this hilarious and am very thankful that I have boys so that Beau has to handle most of the public bathroom mishaps. </span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After passing someone that was smoking. “That guy was smoking. That is SO yuck. Mom, if I ever see you smoking I am going to spank your hiney SO hard”. I guess he’s heard that a time or two. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ok…I guess that’s about it for now. I am really, really, really going to try to keep this thing better updated. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, and Beau and I are fine too. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Love to all,</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brittany</span>The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-75922555555452095672011-05-18T21:19:00.001-04:002011-05-18T21:23:29.888-04:00My Children Are Awesome and Other FactsLast night Beau had a work thing so it was just me and the boys. Earlier in the day I'd started thinking about turning off our tv in the afternoons and evenings. I don't know that the boys watch it too much...but it seems like its always on. <br />
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Anyway, Beau was gone and the tv was off so I made a point to not worry with getting the house straight or whatever else I "needed" to do and I just really played with the boys...it was so fun. They are such awesome kids! We had plenty of time because Reed begged for dinner until I finally gave in at 4:58...and to be completely honest, there wasn't much clean-up to our dinner of frozen waffles. <br />
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Reed and I played football while Gaines brought me every single book we own...which is a lot. Every time he's bring me a book he'd tell me "tan tu" (thank you). Gaines can be so sweet sometimes...and that boy loves his mama. He also loves to drive her to the brink of insanity on a regular basis but he makes up for it with his sweet smile and hugs. <br />
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Anyway, back to my fun night...Reed and I got into a pretty good rhythm with our passing and catching and we both declared that we were awesome football players. On the rare occasion that one of us made a bad pass or dropped one, he'd give a thumbs down and say "Wah, wah, wha"...you know what noise I'm talking about? It was pretty funny. After football we had a parade up and down the hallway and even had little Gaines marching with us. I had the drum and Reed played the bells. I can't remember what all else we did...puzzles, books...but I know we had a good time. I always do whenever I just stop what I'm doing and give them my undivided attention. Those boys of mine are awesome and I hope to make more of an intentional effort to soak them up while I can.<br />
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I'm going to list our other goings on in bullets. Y'all know I love a good list.<br />
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*Gaines is spending all waking hours off oxygen. That's pretty awesome news. He's still on during naps and at night but we are making progress.<br />
*Gaines' talking is improving. He's now starting to use more words on his own and is also repeating more and more of what we ask of him. Tonight when I gave him a bath, I poured water on his head to wash his hair. I knew it was a little warm but he told me, "Ha, ha, ha" (hot, hot, hot). That's big for him.<br />
*Reed asked me the other day if I knew why he wore his flip flops so much. I asked why and he said, "Because I look so awesome".<br />
*Reed told my mom the other day that he and his friend got in trouble at school for spitting in the sand table (which I knew nothing about). His defense was that they were "pretending to be dragons".<br />
*When we order pizza, Beau likes to open the box as soon as it gets in the kitchen (and sit it under the kitchen fan) while we fix drinks, get plates, etc. This drives me insane. I don't know if he just wants to look at it as soon as he can or what but he obviously doesn't understand that it will stay warm if you leave the box closed. Please pray for him. I need God to impart some wisdom on him in this area of his life. <br />
*Gaines threw up tonight at dinner. Like all over the high chair, floor and dinner table. Luckily Beau and I were done. Reed was not so fortunate. I know it's because he's having to work a little harder to breathe since he's off oxygen so much right now. Its a pattern of his. Hopefully it won't last long. He was mad as fire though when I took him out of his chair to put him in the bathtub. I guess he wanted to finish his pizza.<br />
*Gaines' favorite book right now is Brown Bear. We read it about 46,000 times a day.<br />
*Reed told me the other day that he had been in timeout that day. I asked him why and he told me that he "had too much energies".<br />
*I don't know if I was on a syrup high or what last night but this evening was not nearly as charmed as last night was. I think the whole throw up thing threw us off.<br />
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I guess that's about it for now.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-50361143773064841432011-05-04T21:20:00.006-04:002011-05-04T21:26:48.200-04:00How I Woke Up This MorningReed-Dad…dad…dad.<br />
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Dad doesn’t budge. I check the clock and see that it is 5:38 a.m.<br />
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Me-Reed go back to bed for a few more minutes.<br />
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R-I got to go potty.<br />
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Me-Well go potty and then go get back in your bed for a few more minutes.<br />
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Three or four minutes pass.<br />
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R-Mom.<br />
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Me-Yes?<br />
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R-I went potty.<br />
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Me-Ok, good…now go get back in your bed.<br />
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R-Well, I didn’t wipe my hiney very good.<br />
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Deep sigh as I rolled out of bed. <br />
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I love my children and do not want them growing up too fast, but I will be thankful when they can take care of that business on their own. <br />
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Hope this didn't gross you out.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-69520568217406922422011-04-27T22:15:00.000-04:002011-04-27T22:15:09.594-04:00TwoWell gang...our Gaines is two. I cannot even believe it. The first year of his life seemed like it took 10 years (and probably took 10 years <em>off</em> my life) but this last one has gone by amazingly fast. I'm starting to see him progress on a daily basis and the last several weeks and even months have been so good. I'm not going to lie...I love that child with all my heart, but his first year was H.A.R.D. and there were times this year when I thought I was going to pull my hair out but it seems like now we might have turned a corner. Don't get me wrong, he's two now and he has two year old fits and two year old power struggles but man...he is so enjoyable lately. I hope that doesn't come out wrong. Obviously I enjoy my children but the hard times with Gaines are fewer and fewer. And I can't tell you how awesome that is.<br />
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He's gotten so "big" lately and so grown up. I can't even really explain it. He's just doing more grown up things. He's been going to Gymboree this spring and is doing well there. He's been eating better now that he's not on his appetite stimulant anymore. He's also off his diuretics so maybe that's what it is. Who knows? At this point we are down to one medicine a day...well two I guess...Prevacid and Flovent (a puffer med so I don't really count it). If things continue to go well we will start pushing for 4 hours off oxygen this weekend. The 3 and 3 he's off now has also made such a huge difference. Not having to haul around an oxygen tank anytime we leave the house is so nice. I can't wait for it to be like that full time. <br />
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Tomorrow Gaines get's assessed to see if he qualifies for Early Intervention speech therapy. I feel pretty certain that he will. He's making improvements but he is still behind in his speech. I kind of think he'll end up getting it on his own...but if he qualifies for the therapy, I'll take any help he can get. <br />
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Oh...you know how I've said before that I love seeing Gaines do things that Reed does or has done? Well tonight Gaines was playing in the bathtub laying on his tummy...like Reed does all the time. It just looked so "little boy playing in the tub". <br />
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Anyway, we celebrated his birthday two weekends ago in Birmingham with Beau's side of the family and last weekend in Andalusia with mine...which was also Easter. The pictures below are from the past weekend.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cQujpMNkaWpq2kp8FDJ51Znjwr6PBy3PidVyc7pM3rUIjP-QY67AGGVtudj8rTcFkn7zq9txUMx8F0UbbNQES5FqpXG3oa9iP9HenfqFGPy9zXyGlmsR3gzwhyonwqRmrrhY6agNU8eI/s1600/433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cQujpMNkaWpq2kp8FDJ51Znjwr6PBy3PidVyc7pM3rUIjP-QY67AGGVtudj8rTcFkn7zq9txUMx8F0UbbNQES5FqpXG3oa9iP9HenfqFGPy9zXyGlmsR3gzwhyonwqRmrrhY6agNU8eI/s400/433.JPG" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Brittany on the carousel at the Zoo.</div>The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-43145283341638478362011-04-13T22:07:00.000-04:002011-04-13T22:07:40.705-04:00Catching Up & Good NewsWell I'm back. Have you missed me? It's just been so busy around here the last few weeks. Looking back I can't really remember what all we've been up to...but take my word for it, we've had lots going on. Since I last posted, Beau's been to DC and I've been to Chicago, Atlanta and Birmingham for work. We've all been sick and this week we've been working on our taxes (nothing like waiting until the last minute!) and lots of other stuff that is slipping my mind. I really wish that there was some way for me to think things and it end up on this blog without me having to type it all out. There would be all kinds of profound and funny things on here. Maybe one day. <br />
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Anyway, I've got good news to report on Gaines. He had a pulmonologist visit on Monday...well, let me go back and start by saying that he's been going off oxygen 3 hours in the morning and 3 hours in the afternoon for the last few weeks. I am SO proud of him and let me tell you...it makes life SO much easier. But back to the doctor visit...they think that he has now clinically past the point of his diuretics (meds that keep him from retaining fluid which make it harder for him to breathe) being effective. Basically he's outgrown them. He's done it at a snails pace, but at least he's done it. <br />
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So, for the next two weeks we are to give him only one dose a day (as opposed to the two he's been getting). After that, if he's not retaining fluid or working too hard to breathe, we can stop them all together. Then, after that, we are to work on weaning him to the point of being off oxygen all waking hours. Now, we won't know for a while if he'll be able to handle all this or how long it will take, but at least the doctors think we are to that point. Once he's off all waking hours, we are to let them know so that they can set up a sleep study and see how he does at night. I'm not sure what all that involves but I believe it will just mean a machine that will track him as he sleeps. Once he passes that test, we are done with oxygen! I cannot wait!<br />
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Now, once again...this is a process and we don't know how quickly Gaines will be able to do it. He has really bad lungs...but at least we are to the point of trying. Can you tell that I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high? The doctor did go ahead and schedule his next appointment in four months for the BPD (bronchio-pulmonary dysplasia...I think!) graduate clinic because they think he'll be totally off oxygen and a "graduate" by that point. So, hopefully, we'll have an exciting and cordless summer. Your prayers for a smooth and swift transition would be much appreciated.<br />
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In other exciting Gaines news...he's a walker! I told y'all I just wanted him to be walking full time before his birthday (coming up in 10 days) and he is there. His physical therapist actually released him yesterday. It's been a pretty good week for the Gaineser. <br />
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We are still working on the talking but I believe that its coming. Its just going to take a little time. He'll be evaluated soon by Early Intervention and I think they'll recommend speech therapy. I don't know that he necessarily needs it...I think he'll get it eventually but, technically he's behind so I'm happy to have a little help with it. I can't even begin to tell y'all what a blessing Early Intervention has been. Free therapy that comes to your house. And the two therapists we've had are good people who generally care about helping Gaines. I mean, he's so cute that it would be hard not to want to help him but they really seem to care about his success. <br />
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Reed is still doing well. We thought he had chicken pox last week...he didn't. It was just some sort of skin infection that kept him out of school for two days. That's something we've been doing...trying to get our house healthy. The same week Reed had his deal, Gaines had thrush and a viral throat infection and I had strep throat. PS...I didn't know this but strep throat is more than a just sore throat...I felt like I had the flu for 3 days. Not cool. I ended up going to the doctor and getting a shot. I'm not impressed. I mean, yeah, my throat felt better the next day but my backside was sore for a week! I don't know that it was a good trade. <br />
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In other news...<br />
-I painted my toenails an awful color of pink but I'm too lazy to change it right now. So, if you see me out...just know that I know its bad. <br />
-Reed wasn't feeling good the other day and I asked him what was wrong. He said, "I think I drank too much bath water". At least he's listening! <br />
-When Beau checked on Gaines tonight, he found him with no pants or diaper on. Just a little white hiney sticking up. I'd like to say this is the first time but its becoming a regular occurrence when he's not in zip up pajamas.<br />
-When I came home from work last Friday, I open the door and stepped in about an inch of water. Reed had put too much toilet paper in there and it was pouring water. The hardwood floors in my hallway are still drying out. I really hope there is not permanent damage. <br />
-Beau got a new phone today and he's driving me crazy with it. We do not need this much technology in our lives! I tend to live by the mantra, just because you can, doesn't mean you should. In all things really...I mean, this world is seriously getting out of control. What happened to the simple things in life? I won't even get started on that tonight but I could. Maybe another day. <br />
-I do not love to fly. Also, I do not love that Atlanta's airport now has a "smoking" section. I don't care if you put up automatic doors, you can still smell it all the way down the concourse.<br />
-Beau's birthday is tomorrow. He'll be 32. Happy Birthday Beau! You are my best friend and I could not imagine life without you. You are the best husband a girl could ever hope for and your boys love you as much as I do.<br />
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I think that's about it for tonight. It's been a long day (it's been a long year!) and I'm worn out.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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Brittany The Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5469762995730196850.post-27356345447033631932011-03-15T17:56:00.001-04:002011-03-15T17:57:08.693-04:00A Reed PostJust some quick things that I wanted to write down about bath time and some things Reed has said lately:<br />
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The boys were in the bathtub together and of course, Gaines was trying to drink the bathwater. I again told him not to do it and he again didn’t listen. He got a little choked and started coughing and Reed says “That’s what happens, Gaines”. Pretty sure he’s heard that before.<br />
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Also, I wanted to walk you all through Reed’s end of bath time routine. All of this is every night. Gaines has long been out of the tub as Reed likes to stay in and play for about forever. Finally, he’ll decide to get out and will let the water drain but he stays in until all the water is drained. He lays on his stomach head toward the faucet and holds all the toys back from the drain like it’s his job. He yells at the toys, “Nobody wants to get lost!” Once all the water is gone and the threat of losing a toy is gone, he stands up and stomps his feet in the tub as he yells, “FEE, FIE, FOE, FUM…I AM A GIANT. A SCARY, SCARY GIANT”. Then he gets out and runs in his room were one of us wraps him in a towel. Now he’s a bird in an egg. He stays that way until he’s warm enough and then he starts cracking. “Crack, crack, crack, crack” until his towel is all the way off. Then he runs around his room “tweeting” and flapping his wings until he is forced to put on pajamas. <br />
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A few other quick things…a couple of them are a little gross. <br />
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-We were all in the car over the weekend and Gaines was acting a fool like he does sometimes and almost under his breath Reed says, “What are we going to do with that child?” He might have heard that one before too. <br />
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-He likes to call Gaines, “Gaineser Waineser”. I’ve caught myself doing it some too. <br />
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-He told Beau the other day that he (Reed) needed to go on a jog so that he could be helpful. <br />
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-I caught him picking his nose the other day and told him if he kept doing it, worms would grow in his tummy. He said, “Well, I like worms”. Beau looked at me and smirked. <br />
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-I was using bleach in the bathroom the other day to clean something and he was right behind me watching. I kept asking him to leave the room because I didn’t think he should be inhaling bleach fumes. I told him to go in the den because this stuff really stinks and he said, “I know…it smells really, really yucky. It is making the boogers fall out of my nose”. I can assure you, he did not pick up that on from me. <br />
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I think that’s about it for now. I just wanted to get a couple of those written down.<br />
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Love to all,<br />
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BrittanyThe Daniel Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07666949555660444180noreply@blogger.com3