tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344791418224097432024-03-12T18:07:44.163-05:00Yankee Belle*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-85784679256441560602012-02-27T08:31:00.015-06:002012-02-27T10:13:50.545-06:00The Terrifying SnakeALthough I would much rather forget this one Friday morning, I can't. As lil CJ says: "A snake came and gave me the shakes." The truth is, it did more than that...exactly 2 months before lil CJ's 3rd birthday, it tried to take him away for good. <br /><br />The previous night, lil CJ had a 70 blood sugar (BG) @ 4am. Not too bad, but not a good sleeping BG by any means. I went through the normal procedure of waking him up, having him eat candy, and then feeding him a long lasting carb snack. Some nights, lil CJ doesn't mind getting up to eat. Other nights, it proves to be a battle of wits. I of course, have to win no matter how hard my tired baby fights. <br /><br />As the endocrinologist and other diabetes educators have taught us, 1 night does not a pattern make. One should not change insulin settings based on a single event. It is wise to find a pattern and then alter. <br /><br />With this knowledge, we went to bed Thursday night not really expecting a low BG reoccurence. lil CJ was in the 300s all night. (Normal BG for a non-diabetic is 100. lil CJ's target right now is 180.) One never knows what is happening inside the body. His high BGs could be from a growth spurt, fighting off an infection/cold, etc. <br /><br />At 12 am, I corrected lil CJ per his insulin pump's calculation. At 3 am I checked again. His fingers were clean of any sugar residue, so when a bg of 354 popped up, I was frustated. I began to think his insertion site sticker (where the insulin enters his lil body) was bad. I unplugged him and let the insulin disperse from the pump into my hand. (This helps keep the pump's records accurate with the amount of insulin in his body.) I opted to manually give him an insulin injection. I double checked the amount of insulin in the needle at least 3x. It was the exact amount suggested by the pump. I fell back asleep thinking all would be fine. <br /><br />At 4 am, I heard "Mama - Mama". Not a scary 'Mama', just a lil voice checking to see if I was there. Fortunately, lil CJ was in bed with me. I patted his back and assured him I was. My hand lingered for a moment patting him gently. Suddenly, his entire body shook. I thought to myself "WTH?!" It happened again. Immediately I knew, lil CJ was seizing. <br /><br />I yanked him up and immediately ran to the kitchen screaming for hubby. He was on the otherside of the house, sleeping in lil CJ's bottom bunkbed. <br /><br />Lil CJ began to really convulse. His eyes were glassy. He would cry out and then stop. He kept saying "Mommy, we go home now? - Mommy, we go home now?" Mentally - he was not there. I sat him on the counter and tried to get cake gel (a fast acting sugar) into his body. I tried to get him to sip a juice box. His lil body was shaking too much. I knew we needed the glucagon needle. Hubby checked his finger - his bg was 36. It was a life or death moment at this point. <br /><br />Hubby was so frantic, he could not open the glucagon case. In his defense, the entire situation was terrifying. Looking at our baby that was literally dying in my arms... I don't think terrifying even best decribes it. <br /><br />I grabbed the glucagon from hubby and told him to hold lil CJ. By this point, lil CJ's legs were tensing up and bent. His eyes were closing. Hubby kept jostling him around to keep him conscious. <br /><br />We ran to the bedroom to lay lil CJ on his side. I stuck the lifesaving glucagon into his lil leg without care if it hurt. It had to penetrate his thigh muscle. We rolled him on his side expecting the vomiting side effect. <br /><br />What seemed like forever, but was probably just minutes, lil CJ perked up. His eyes opened and he could focus. He sat up. Hubby was on the phone with Dr. McCormick. As long as lil CJ responded to the glucagon, we did not need to call 911 and head to the hospital. We needed to feed him and suspend his pump. No basal and above all no corrections or boluses for at least 4 hours. (This was news to me. But despite the glucagon and 40 carb banana, lil CJ never needed any.) Thankfully, lil CJ never vomited.<br /><br />Lil CJ wanted a banana and to watch Max & Ruby. <br /><br />And like that, our morning of horror ended. It all happened within 20 minutes. <br /><br />Big B heard the chaos. She was crying in her room worried her lil brother was dying. She was too afraid to come out. I could feel my heart break with sadness. I lied to her and said it was just a bad low. Nothing to worry about. <br /><br />Big B went off to school that Friday morning, and lil CJ fell asleep in our bed. Our Gwenny girl, who is not a scent dog, must has known something was a amiss. She stayed in the bedroom the entire morning until lil CJ finally woke for the day. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYyqMIIy6LLDXJwDFSYN7J94REiHVIZxFkXridl-qsa4Czoh3VNxS0hlM4IJfWCkzez08iwKjXwCyoxCZmh9I3t-8syrn4L6geqg0MvKCIgkokBiQyyZhCJQVfnqZZHkHkJSewjou/s1600/photo+%25286%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYyqMIIy6LLDXJwDFSYN7J94REiHVIZxFkXridl-qsa4Czoh3VNxS0hlM4IJfWCkzez08iwKjXwCyoxCZmh9I3t-8syrn4L6geqg0MvKCIgkokBiQyyZhCJQVfnqZZHkHkJSewjou/s320/photo+%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713839647085116818" /></a><br /><br />Later in the day, lil CJ began to mention what he thought happened. Hubby and I just listened.<br /><br />lil CJ said:<br /><br />"I no want to sleep on mommy's bed. There is lots of blood." --- I guess he assumed there was blood on it from the glucagon gun we used. However, there was not a drop.<br /><br />"The snake came and made me shake. It followed me into the kitchen too." --- My sweet lil CJ, I don't know if he had hallucinated and saw a snake coming for him, or he equated all the shaking to a snake. Either way, hubby assured lil CJ that the snake was gone. Hubby & I both promised to do our best to never allow it to return. <br /><br />I try to see some positive in most every situation. I now know that the dreaded emergency glucagon is a GOOD thing. If we need to use it, I will not ever hesitate. Lesson learned the hard way. <br /><br /><br />Diabetes has thrown our life for a loop. So many things are different for us now. Many unexpected and very important future decisions need to be made. <br /><br /><br />People often ask me how I am doing. The truth is - diabetes f*cking sucks. It is a constant nuisance morning, noon, and night. But I know 100% without a doubt, God would never have allowed this disease to enter our lives if we were not able to handle it. He has a reason. And, I look forward to the day when I finally know why God chose my son. <br /><br />Until then, I will trust in Him for strength along with our amazing family and friends He has surrounded us with for support.<br /><br />Oh...and wine too. ;o)<br /><br />************************<br /><br /> <br />Big B asked to have an insertion site like her brother. She was so good allowing me to stick her. lil CJ was so excited to share his 'sticker' with her too. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMpHbAhS2iBSFodNDGZrZCSBi4SfbhGqDZuQ1WNQ-4AcxtbcrcdE1hqSJK74HiPdr0vVwOK5fIem6Xb0PrPlp3PdOkWt4amCfJNCM2e40CyWgyRaS5iVXNlRgcLh2fAiz8O7dAwrB/s1600/photo+%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMpHbAhS2iBSFodNDGZrZCSBi4SfbhGqDZuQ1WNQ-4AcxtbcrcdE1hqSJK74HiPdr0vVwOK5fIem6Xb0PrPlp3PdOkWt4amCfJNCM2e40CyWgyRaS5iVXNlRgcLh2fAiz8O7dAwrB/s320/photo+%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713839915417675970" /></a><br /><br />Wendi & Dito sent a Mickey Edible Arrangement as sweet gesture. The delicious fruit was gone in 20 minutes. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RYJAVq16W6adwTHnu1ackIelJ6k9UZMHV5Em7S8MXoE8YWoBCV0UZOiMcEjD2enzOHlqyi2elvA53Csb7NCEDe_4AZIz7w_alxaMk1aB89Cak2Q7tnr6mYHY1OeG6s4CuHq6Czqe/s1600/photo+%25287%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RYJAVq16W6adwTHnu1ackIelJ6k9UZMHV5Em7S8MXoE8YWoBCV0UZOiMcEjD2enzOHlqyi2elvA53Csb7NCEDe_4AZIz7w_alxaMk1aB89Cak2Q7tnr6mYHY1OeG6s4CuHq6Czqe/s320/photo+%25287%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713840129286360194" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-91387364301391685422012-02-23T12:54:00.003-06:002012-02-23T12:56:58.810-06:00lil CJ's Dream Come TrueI am 100% sure if we had this toilet, lil CJ would already be potty trained. This is my son's dream 'pot'.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp2fxCOOOz5r77illu4sWsHjyGFzGReLoElNln3G_5d23Odld1G5185DkByZG2OW8W9w3cT73AYajP4Obdq4fG9vA8IF7sD3lEP670NSZMmDv7s1p1PVlBD-v98sny8Sb-DkLlb8r/s1600/potty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp2fxCOOOz5r77illu4sWsHjyGFzGReLoElNln3G_5d23Odld1G5185DkByZG2OW8W9w3cT73AYajP4Obdq4fG9vA8IF7sD3lEP670NSZMmDv7s1p1PVlBD-v98sny8Sb-DkLlb8r/s320/potty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712406835199674466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-71513925165188392352012-02-22T20:12:00.005-06:002012-02-22T20:45:03.275-06:00He Is The Reason Why.I started an outreach group in Birmingham to connect with others struggling with diabetes. Diabetes is not just a simple prick of the finger and a shot of insulin. It is the daily management of an almost impossible blood sugar target. It is math problems and calculations that one mistake could send a type 1 diabetic into a seizure, coma, or death. A diabetic could be doing hunky dory all day, and then within moments be unconscious. I am basically an Endocrinologist without the paper to prove it. <br /><br />Tonight I asked lil CJ why he wore a pump. He said:<br /><br />"To get 'insuwin' after I eat snacks. Brookwyn doesn't have a pump. But Kelsi does.'<br /><br />My heart absolutely melted. This is the real reason why I started an outreach group. <br /><br />God does not give us anything we can not handle. These 2 babies are proof.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcM8slqVt0ZXx5lzCKDv5mKJtQjETelIQOUh5E3dUaihFNKJYD7P5q0P-MywOBhMvaEDLmugSUbMjLgrKxWTiDIacigdQ3a9bGx0mFEK5GONXACmnw7DHwjmaZ5M3pGguLtUoM88r/s1600/Bob++feb+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcM8slqVt0ZXx5lzCKDv5mKJtQjETelIQOUh5E3dUaihFNKJYD7P5q0P-MywOBhMvaEDLmugSUbMjLgrKxWTiDIacigdQ3a9bGx0mFEK5GONXACmnw7DHwjmaZ5M3pGguLtUoM88r/s320/Bob++feb+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712151080501602210" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-44720541009504796142012-02-16T10:55:00.004-06:002012-02-16T11:04:19.988-06:00Driving with God & Chips.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVQ2GNTZ5SwZPqdaxQNuekjFJDGaJ1pihI129q2kbO66neNsBzYw1W9RrJFb2cZM2dOYpz-NzLcxQ48QdncQJSINbddRlmsEjRV9Be8yc5-eyCcKD6TvvsJuHG9CAHT4pUx3T2ZYg/s1600/church.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVQ2GNTZ5SwZPqdaxQNuekjFJDGaJ1pihI129q2kbO66neNsBzYw1W9RrJFb2cZM2dOYpz-NzLcxQ48QdncQJSINbddRlmsEjRV9Be8yc5-eyCcKD6TvvsJuHG9CAHT4pUx3T2ZYg/s320/church.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709779694705161922" /></a><br />lil CJ loves driving the car while waiting in our church parking lot for Big B's school bus. He thinks he is so big, driving my car and waiving at the other parents. He especially loves the drainage grates that provide a good dip. <br /><br />As we pass the church, he always waves to God and says:<br /><br />"We go to church and get chips here."<br /><br />I am sure Jesus loves that lil CJ enjoys his Ruffles. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-60167815780161653662012-02-14T20:51:00.003-06:002012-02-14T21:04:24.651-06:00Rainbows, Hearts, & Martini GlassesBig B has a school report book which she journals in daily. When the kids are done with their work, they are encourage to draw or write on the blank pages as busy work while the other kids finish up. <br /><br />Brooke's doodling usually include images of her BFFs, her family, Gwen our dog, our house, peace signs, hearts, you name it. All kinds of sunshine and rainbow stuff most kindergarten age kids draw. <br /><br />Today, my Big B drew this:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHNDNy8AvlQbfyxRma5lXXhzv5h6Xp_7LmMvVHsDF5SRLihcTAQaLBuhVPa1JlQ_gBeabZTDXxT0PRDM2LL24wHcWtoT3uJqr-vApyx3ekbHY0bz2eU0Vd41EOMF471WgKmXB8oTz/s1600/wine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHNDNy8AvlQbfyxRma5lXXhzv5h6Xp_7LmMvVHsDF5SRLihcTAQaLBuhVPa1JlQ_gBeabZTDXxT0PRDM2LL24wHcWtoT3uJqr-vApyx3ekbHY0bz2eU0Vd41EOMF471WgKmXB8oTz/s320/wine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709192422531010466" /></a><br /><br />I am just thankful she had enough class and prescience not to draw a beer can. <br /><br />Serenity now.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-47818463929132616992012-02-14T20:49:00.001-06:002012-02-14T20:51:32.416-06:00Happy Lost Tooth Day!Big B lost her second bottom front baby tooth this evening - St. Valentine's Day. She again, was on cloud nine. Inside, I whimpered some. My baby is slowly fading away...<br /><br />Happy 1 day closer to my children being grown and gone. <br /><br />*sigh <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-62045536884316722302012-02-12T19:11:00.003-06:002012-02-12T19:17:15.462-06:00Baby & Not The Baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5de1g8Dc5axZTDFgIjxkPhYLo2D4f7stBlkci6kGGoC-0hoMKz69UcU9bPujEb-CO5H_GbJc2C_w08lTGM2AGHFJvTY5YXfvuARcQXC7cxeitZhygOmXdm7Biy2qd2QpALDXtuOQZ/s1600/dinosaur.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5de1g8Dc5axZTDFgIjxkPhYLo2D4f7stBlkci6kGGoC-0hoMKz69UcU9bPujEb-CO5H_GbJc2C_w08lTGM2AGHFJvTY5YXfvuARcQXC7cxeitZhygOmXdm7Biy2qd2QpALDXtuOQZ/s200/dinosaur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708422701932052802" /></a><br />While playing, Big B hurt herself. I scooped her up, kissed her boo boo, and craddled her while saying:<br /><br />"My poor baby! She bumped her head." yadda yadda<br /><br />lil CJ sees this and quickly comes running to my lap, crying:<br /><br />"Me the baby! Big B is NOT the baby!"<br /><br />It totally reminded me of the old tv show Dinosaurs. Except my baby boy is way cuter than that funky mini Michelin tires dino.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-18604475242989082462012-01-30T07:53:00.002-06:002012-01-30T07:55:45.459-06:00Say 'Cheese!'Where else can one go to enjoy a snack all to himself?<br /><br />Why the laundry in the laundry basket of course. <br /><br />And the snack of choice, cheese cubes. Admittedly, Gwenny Girl couldn't find you...neither could I.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr5vuwEIORXFX_PeoqjnsAvIVMHiIsUwSJ57oNy3Ice8NtNqqJOXB3vZT1h9VLITpktgwUhiPe8E1QLiMCYdhbPsq4y6N1tkkVU5wQfzjePDypD-6iN7XbWSokiTiQ8cFWCKTQ_Db/s1600/Jan+2012+266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmr5vuwEIORXFX_PeoqjnsAvIVMHiIsUwSJ57oNy3Ice8NtNqqJOXB3vZT1h9VLITpktgwUhiPe8E1QLiMCYdhbPsq4y6N1tkkVU5wQfzjePDypD-6iN7XbWSokiTiQ8cFWCKTQ_Db/s320/Jan+2012+266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703423161619698994" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-7796885476366353022012-01-30T07:39:00.004-06:002012-01-30T07:52:55.246-06:00Cheergarteners!I am so proud of Big B! She performed on stage in front of an audience and belted out 2 cheers. The girls, including the Mabster, Rocked it!!!!<br /><br />*******<br />Big B, <br /><br />You make mommy & daddy so proud! God has blessed us with you - a strong spirited and bright little girl. I promise to always nurture and encourage you to use your God given abilities. <br /><br />The world is your oyster... Don't just make one pearl, make a necklace!<br /><br /><3, <br />Mama<br /><br />Go Warriors! Go Cheergarteners!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFtrGlZtFoqIt7gdXk0zuPB68JEOgsmZJAFO1W_yjSev0S6WS2X8W3LdgYCZMzj2ncrEKHlRIYuxMgvWJsKk000viUtYryP6wj7RGJ9VSTrNPephyNT2V9Ds0BR5Brb7j4GVFGeL2/s1600/Jan+2012+268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFtrGlZtFoqIt7gdXk0zuPB68JEOgsmZJAFO1W_yjSev0S6WS2X8W3LdgYCZMzj2ncrEKHlRIYuxMgvWJsKk000viUtYryP6wj7RGJ9VSTrNPephyNT2V9Ds0BR5Brb7j4GVFGeL2/s320/Jan+2012+268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703420513584467378" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-15099348295412424242012-01-24T07:24:00.003-06:002012-01-24T07:32:07.574-06:00Come Again?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUV9CIBnUhU_5alhxocLRj2T2P3C8nlYbRVw3_m3alC4XWwUAm5i4pzLRKw_2E_l8h-tHBdZ-CyBwOH-masjR1YcAqYADXrPJrP2RW1Bw7panGs_QgZnNcCOOnc6rh6ZnaVey-VkxP/s1600/A_young_boy_looking_in_the_refrigerator_100429-171660-521009.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUV9CIBnUhU_5alhxocLRj2T2P3C8nlYbRVw3_m3alC4XWwUAm5i4pzLRKw_2E_l8h-tHBdZ-CyBwOH-masjR1YcAqYADXrPJrP2RW1Bw7panGs_QgZnNcCOOnc6rh6ZnaVey-VkxP/s200/A_young_boy_looking_in_the_refrigerator_100429-171660-521009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701190209632358882" /></a><br />One night while sitting at the desk in my bedroom, I hear lil CJ walk into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator (which truly needs to be locked with him around) and stood there for a moment. <br /><br />Just as I was about to yell "Out of the refrigerator!" for the 3,754 time, I hear in his 2 1/2 year old little voice:<br /><br />"God D@mn it." And the refrig door close. I guess he did not find anything he liked.<br /><br />#SerenityNow<br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-39055591292651545162012-01-11T20:25:00.004-06:002012-01-11T20:33:00.654-06:00Kodak Moments:Like father like son.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPf7RGnBBYc1QGmshFhZ8uMR6cRwCfKEU1Y-Ewfpxoa_fkH310y4nebbtDp-hqNX2FRHSV0bWDXdiPhpV1UZNm6CvsN0O1Xsyrl1kkZ0szhdKy99sw4DPS4zTXJTmdml6VHxId0Riy/s1600/sleep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPf7RGnBBYc1QGmshFhZ8uMR6cRwCfKEU1Y-Ewfpxoa_fkH310y4nebbtDp-hqNX2FRHSV0bWDXdiPhpV1UZNm6CvsN0O1Xsyrl1kkZ0szhdKy99sw4DPS4zTXJTmdml6VHxId0Riy/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696566308787209394" /></a><br /><br />What happens when her brother plays golf & she tries to cheer next to him:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvf7QywLi8biTGSbG-gTPhUW3zwy8zjwMcMSWuntn2chRBH91O6Be7AifZeRMiGq57PGRlWTFr1iYE-bETiLKjdseriAhMXE_PmQVEVrIy6V3TIPpU7cGW7KpFBHbHW3t65CQeU-Q/s1600/shiner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvf7QywLi8biTGSbG-gTPhUW3zwy8zjwMcMSWuntn2chRBH91O6Be7AifZeRMiGq57PGRlWTFr1iYE-bETiLKjdseriAhMXE_PmQVEVrIy6V3TIPpU7cGW7KpFBHbHW3t65CQeU-Q/s320/shiner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696566298956164642" /></a><br /><br />Big B playing doctor & did a fairly decent job using toilet paper for a cast.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMC5SRWuYqOEPCGCJYC0zRyAO6gfFxF4UGiB8PJi-rWew0u1D_VnAOqQZlVIzGmcJt19LQVQQ_HNRqpSnlJVKod5LEgJMS0cIVe0v8mEEP0gc51EuzBqHsD9xE-oydZvzbA6cAa0Ic/s1600/ankle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMC5SRWuYqOEPCGCJYC0zRyAO6gfFxF4UGiB8PJi-rWew0u1D_VnAOqQZlVIzGmcJt19LQVQQ_HNRqpSnlJVKod5LEgJMS0cIVe0v8mEEP0gc51EuzBqHsD9xE-oydZvzbA6cAa0Ic/s320/ankle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696566295786440178" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-92141105765911642011-11-08T08:17:00.003-06:002011-11-08T08:24:07.094-06:00Meeting Senator SessionsIn September, we had the privledge of meeting Senator Jeff Sessions to thank him for his support on the Artificial Pancreas Project. He spoke on the senate floor and voted in support of pushing the FDA for approval. <br /><br />Advocacy is so important in fighting this disease. <br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL6aYlb2Sye3g2Vfhu0y5g7Jz3bABxpjl8t-yq84UDaFJMhKh7v1_JaSdq2v0lMsA0yvLIfX-CSW0e76jdLJlAtAlXnoj8VmGUQc_UX19dz8LessE5mHL614aoD08JNLjUfFPDJsI/s1600/Sept+2011a+025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnL6aYlb2Sye3g2Vfhu0y5g7Jz3bABxpjl8t-yq84UDaFJMhKh7v1_JaSdq2v0lMsA0yvLIfX-CSW0e76jdLJlAtAlXnoj8VmGUQc_UX19dz8LessE5mHL614aoD08JNLjUfFPDJsI/s320/Sept+2011a+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672630365603736306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfyOODRSWWRp24mQdTM9BR4dIjyjA2iK84rjzSJ6Bj0NJZwmJuqZdjFynccj-RVfdiVoxL1CKmziR8MvglkByPaEf9XWA43t5KI-jv2Fdbx6A69bCGnIpI9YrNlxAVGQm6xuF16nA/s1600/Sept+2011a+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfyOODRSWWRp24mQdTM9BR4dIjyjA2iK84rjzSJ6Bj0NJZwmJuqZdjFynccj-RVfdiVoxL1CKmziR8MvglkByPaEf9XWA43t5KI-jv2Fdbx6A69bCGnIpI9YrNlxAVGQm6xuF16nA/s320/Sept+2011a+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672630376221001474" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-472391820095770242011-11-04T08:40:00.002-05:002011-11-04T08:44:21.433-05:00November is Diabetes Awareness Month<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIess2s8T8lfXO2-kABX3nuZv51J56XQu5tp4lCpCVIBJou2qVzJmeO_8JPfUAzORuw5ToAJkheMAx9PQUQx3wdSNZI2yRh2LvYM_g5K_4WLSMuBjCJidMb2F-qUENaisC3Q_TLpX7/s1600/diabetes%252520awareness%252520month.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIess2s8T8lfXO2-kABX3nuZv51J56XQu5tp4lCpCVIBJou2qVzJmeO_8JPfUAzORuw5ToAJkheMAx9PQUQx3wdSNZI2yRh2LvYM_g5K_4WLSMuBjCJidMb2F-qUENaisC3Q_TLpX7/s320/diabetes%252520awareness%252520month.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671135359333182802" /></a><br /><br />DIABETES isn't pink or sexy. It doesn't involve boobs or cute shirts.<br /><br /> It's about 3 am blood checks every night, needles, low blood sugars, high blood sugars, counting carbohydrates, and the smell of insulin on your hands .<br /><br /> It's about the constant fear of hypoglycemia OR hyperglycemia. The constant need to plan every small activity due to the impacts on blood and sugar control.<br /> <br />It's about a child learning to cope with not being invited to sleepovers or play dates.<br /><br /> It's about mountains of medical appointments, scans, blood tests, and terrifying results. It's about having a complete pharmacy in your handbag for all emergencies. <br /><br />It's about listening to misinformed people say things like "You are lucky it's only diabetes," or "If he/she eats the right things he will grow out of it."<br /><br /> It's about the heartbreak when your child is diagnosed. <br /><br />It's about watching them sleep at night and hoping that they wake in the morning. <br /><br />It's about wishing it was you and not them.<br /><br /> It's about waiting for a cure...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-47992943829039706322011-11-02T20:15:00.006-05:002011-11-03T07:55:19.696-05:00The 1st Tooth Is The Deepest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInaOYPsdxpXi0v3zlF9He2-a4xvVOBE9NeAdV2KRt5aE2sGL_W8uF2z2idtrrSQmM3oRgQtnfbZxx3_wDWDJkXCQqXVmTsMstFv_l7hPLiLya9FWQ0OGeWQqIdMycIXaZADHYjHho/s1600/November+2011+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInaOYPsdxpXi0v3zlF9He2-a4xvVOBE9NeAdV2KRt5aE2sGL_W8uF2z2idtrrSQmM3oRgQtnfbZxx3_wDWDJkXCQqXVmTsMstFv_l7hPLiLya9FWQ0OGeWQqIdMycIXaZADHYjHho/s320/November+2011+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670578063107785970" /></a><br />Big B finally lost her 1st tooth tonight. It had been loose for weeks, but the past few days it was literally hanging on by a thread. (lil CJ has heard so much about this loose tooth, that he too walks around telling people he has a loose tooth and asks if they would like to see it.) <br /><br />After some persuasion, Big B allowed me to push on it. The tooth literally popped out of her mouth. She was beyond ecstatic. Big B has been dreaming of this moment for the better part of a year. <br /><br />Today was finally her day. <br /><br />We took a million pictures of her posing with said tooth along with the tooth fairy pillow I used when I was little. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehYvAKTm_NGPriNHxsZ8Hwza03LYrzUlAStrLdfQwGnX_Yju_FDd4UA3ZYHYJZFhvOvo_LR8jDdeKNGnNaDeKEvO7P7xfPlPP3CMMmTqCfDeezRFDQ6Vvg0w1ocyOgVkhhsJ9D0aL/s1600/November+2011+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehYvAKTm_NGPriNHxsZ8Hwza03LYrzUlAStrLdfQwGnX_Yju_FDd4UA3ZYHYJZFhvOvo_LR8jDdeKNGnNaDeKEvO7P7xfPlPP3CMMmTqCfDeezRFDQ6Vvg0w1ocyOgVkhhsJ9D0aL/s320/November+2011+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670578066796604162" /></a><br /><br /> I asked her how much she thought the tooth fairy would bring for the 1st tooth. She quickly replied: "It is worth $100!!!" I let her know that other moms had told me $5.00 was the going rate. Although, deep down that 1st tooth is worth so much more to me. *sigh <br /><br />Life is on warp speed...<br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-1077628955412037972011-11-02T07:54:00.006-05:002011-11-02T20:12:48.839-05:00Trick or Poo Poo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD5Gkmw0lSiwZgWviFqlhuzrlS-hBs4DqfDbcfcZNgBOjjsCp7iimTrm_aB8w2lN6ivWUAdKN63wuChtQ8SzIur3WmEn-eX6IApXxbLZzabXdGdhBQkwv-kwFQAJ8ouSEyzQE5MrB/s1600/October+2011+056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSD5Gkmw0lSiwZgWviFqlhuzrlS-hBs4DqfDbcfcZNgBOjjsCp7iimTrm_aB8w2lN6ivWUAdKN63wuChtQ8SzIur3WmEn-eX6IApXxbLZzabXdGdhBQkwv-kwFQAJ8ouSEyzQE5MrB/s320/October+2011+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670386762525462514" /></a><br />This Halloween, poor hubby was in class until 10 pm. I made the best of it, and we had a blast to say the least. We trick or treated in our neighborhood and then headed over to Grandaddy & Nana's for more fun. Grandaddy's costume was a riot! It took a few minutes, but lil CJ finally warmed up. <br /><br />Of course there is a highlight to our night. When we first started out, shy lil CJ wanted nothing to do with knocking on people's doors. However, once he saw how much candy Big B was coming back with, he was running to house number 3. <br /><br />I was so proud of my 2 1/2yo saying 'Twick or Tweat' (w stands for his lisp) and "Tank you!" That however, was a fleeting moment.<br /><br />As he turned turned to walk down the front steps, lil CJ yelled:<br /><br />"Happy Halloween! CACA POO POO!"<br /><br />There is no question the homeowners heard it. And if they had any doubt, my facial expression confirmed their disbelief.<br /><br />#Serenity Now<br /><br /> <a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-20284360694090308072011-11-02T07:22:00.003-05:002011-11-02T07:53:06.819-05:00The Post Where I Brag.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57_JgJM2zcmTYqEl2_H-a8JMbb2Q0bFlWJ0OWDxPkgg1jCM2lZA5ed2TGgVhDrYicSvpTuRTzeaFtVuS5dfjH4voceE9xWWIBBGD1Z6w1jkc2GdvKO86hJ5HdfgvaQLZXsP5Z3cK4/s1600/a.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57_JgJM2zcmTYqEl2_H-a8JMbb2Q0bFlWJ0OWDxPkgg1jCM2lZA5ed2TGgVhDrYicSvpTuRTzeaFtVuS5dfjH4voceE9xWWIBBGD1Z6w1jkc2GdvKO86hJ5HdfgvaQLZXsP5Z3cK4/s200/a.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670380656104403666" /></a><br /> <br /><br />Big B's parent - teacher conference for 5k was nothing short of perfect. Big B is exceeding in all areas and will be involved in an enrichment program. The only thing the teacher was worried about was losing Big B's attention. Mrs. P also added icing to my cake when she said "Big B is the type of student teacher's hope for every year." It melted this mama's heart. It is not only an achievement for Big B, but also a pat on the back to hubby and myself. I am basking in this commendation because who knows what the future holds. I am raising my babies to be independent thinkers; to make the choices they believe are the right ones. With this freedom comes failure. But so far, my baby girl is choosing wisely. *melting heart* <br /><br />Of course, me having somewhat of a pessimistic side, I expected the meeting to be more like "she doesn't play well with others' or "she is struggling in such and such area." I even asked if there was a problem I should be aware of. The only thing Mrs. P could tell me about was Big B's 'stink eye'. Mrs. P thinks it is a hoot a 6yo already knows how to express her dislike of something. I informed her that the stink eye has been around since birth. <br /><br />Family has always said how smart and bright Big B is. Of course, I totally believe the hype. <br /><br />Now, on to kid number 2. <br /><br />#SerenityNow<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-62300601901435454772011-10-27T08:08:00.003-05:002011-10-27T08:16:17.899-05:00In ContinuanceKimtasticmomma blogged about this recentlyand it is so true. They shower our home too. =) <br /><br />http://mommakimtastic.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweet-friends.html<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2cr1f9tMYFn0nNEyLtd7HzBCKovGy6M8Yzw1eO3F86uSl3wjZ_k882EzlMdD2pi13Z46VjZCQTuYc0DphVkaUV-vLOFmOwf9Mw8_hAa9J7gK_z5s6ubDDbMWXh3LO9_B5ztEckre/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt2cr1f9tMYFn0nNEyLtd7HzBCKovGy6M8Yzw1eO3F86uSl3wjZ_k882EzlMdD2pi13Z46VjZCQTuYc0DphVkaUV-vLOFmOwf9Mw8_hAa9J7gK_z5s6ubDDbMWXh3LO9_B5ztEckre/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668159253045771346" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-54543619269028238112011-10-27T07:48:00.003-05:002011-10-27T07:55:32.702-05:00Pure HeartbreakWhile explaining to lil CJ that his new pump would mean he would no longer need his 5 plus daily needle injections, lil CJ looked at me & said with his adorable lisp:<br /><br />"Me be all better??"<br /><br />I have never had words break my heart instantly. My chest literally hurt. My sweet baby boy at the tender age of 2 1/2, already knows something is wrong with him. <br /><br />I honestly do not remember what I said in reply. All I could do was keep from crying. <br /><br /><br />Duck Fiabetes. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-56673581368852406242011-09-26T21:47:00.003-05:002011-09-26T22:02:20.058-05:00Mr. Wang Speak Truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIdQEhwT1qVhpF4UtEzjocsXfXt-dic4aHBYFigMlPWDGQiqMHxRbgIMgO027XzLNYac6fjH4kPTUaZSMTARIpXgqVzdOApWqey_Qd82q9Rridh2G1UouXmYaFqMTZ-ZfYJQ70-Qa/s1600/Laughing-Buddha-Blogg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIdQEhwT1qVhpF4UtEzjocsXfXt-dic4aHBYFigMlPWDGQiqMHxRbgIMgO027XzLNYac6fjH4kPTUaZSMTARIpXgqVzdOApWqey_Qd82q9Rridh2G1UouXmYaFqMTZ-ZfYJQ70-Qa/s200/Laughing-Buddha-Blogg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656868096749860770" /></a><br />Lil CJ and I accompanied Grandsie, Granny, and Daddy to lunch at Mr. Wangs. lil CJ was acting like a typical 2yo. He didn't want to sit at the table, so instead he sat pouting on the steps leading to the lunch buffet. <br /><br />Mr. Wang approached lil CJ and tried to talk to him. He offered lil CJ a lollipop (I cringed, but thankfully lil CJ declined it.) After not making any progress, Mr. Wang looked up and yelled at us in his Chinese accent:<br /><br />"How old he??? 2?? 3???"<br /><br />I replied back: "2! And a mess!"<br /><br />Mr Wang: "Yes! I have one also! I can tell he same age."<br /><br />I yelled back jokingly: "Do you want another?!"<br /><br />Mr. Wang without a second of hesitation, in the middle of his restaurant's lunch rush, in a very loud voice hollered back:<br /><br />"HELL NO!"<br /><br />I love Mr. Wang and will forever be a loyal patron of his establishment. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-7707901706771442812011-09-26T21:43:00.002-05:002011-09-26T21:47:51.612-05:00Paw Paw Said What?Grandsie was telling us how their 2 cats & Bailey dog sleep in their bed, and how Paw Paw is not happy with these sleeping arrangements. Grandsie looked at lil CJ and asked him what he thought Paw Paw says about the pets sleeping in his bed.<br /><br />lil CJ without hesitation said: 'Damn it!' <br /><br />Serenity now. <br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-91214204013734114492011-09-26T21:20:00.003-05:002011-09-26T21:41:38.311-05:00Marked.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_F4PsqGsOrHFOVmgbjz9uf6zOrBLTm41_Ri30YQ78F5ynbG5GbMCuNwIz90GJPraG_PCazQ-YBMvksYe6WxomygzpHvMHApUeXgVgnIw_MEx8PsV28-mDV67J05zj1pcXwX5dOkH/s1600/photo2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_F4PsqGsOrHFOVmgbjz9uf6zOrBLTm41_Ri30YQ78F5ynbG5GbMCuNwIz90GJPraG_PCazQ-YBMvksYe6WxomygzpHvMHApUeXgVgnIw_MEx8PsV28-mDV67J05zj1pcXwX5dOkH/s320/photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656863645117693762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl_u0Hp9DfYXo1EesJOxzXfyxiRo5XdwPuVKpiS6FD8nEYc0n-qlE2jHWcgDNa1Q2fqUfwjwVRkZ4su3rqZhQZi3Lgk1RGJ74m-V-SxbcMzPjKC4lEoMjaCk-agDMlIbLzcFk1tlb/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhl_u0Hp9DfYXo1EesJOxzXfyxiRo5XdwPuVKpiS6FD8nEYc0n-qlE2jHWcgDNa1Q2fqUfwjwVRkZ4su3rqZhQZi3Lgk1RGJ74m-V-SxbcMzPjKC4lEoMjaCk-agDMlIbLzcFk1tlb/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656863638538283234" /></a><br />Almost 5 1/2 months into his diagnosis, lil CJ looks like a pin cushion. His arms and legs are all 'marked'. His sweet lil finger tips are starting to harden and callous. One finger prick is slightly infected. ANd he still has the rest of his life ahead of him. <br /><br />lil CJ will tell you, "Me have diabetes." <br /><br />Mommy tells him, "You are perfect...markings and all."<br /><br />My goal is to make sure he doesn't just believe it, he knows it. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-86679768752679926252011-09-12T10:57:00.002-05:002011-09-12T11:00:16.443-05:00Sass in a Picture."The Rockets look Great! We came to dominate!"<br /><br />~ lil CJ & I are hooked on this cheer. <br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-HHRCzxTThgIYsk8OdI-1UW3xNl0e7lVNetaoFV9EmTwmRPgy9ntmlYQ8e2jOFX9io7EiXfO2ePy3Y1RzlvVI15PI8v9ArSm638jym18UUk0_rDlb2fHagOHaZ6KlaEybln4ABj_/s1600/297098_10150434075267738_713817737_10854825_764567591_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-HHRCzxTThgIYsk8OdI-1UW3xNl0e7lVNetaoFV9EmTwmRPgy9ntmlYQ8e2jOFX9io7EiXfO2ePy3Y1RzlvVI15PI8v9ArSm638jym18UUk0_rDlb2fHagOHaZ6KlaEybln4ABj_/s320/297098_10150434075267738_713817737_10854825_764567591_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651503458364535090" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-49375522034221755992011-09-12T10:51:00.003-05:002011-09-12T10:55:38.753-05:00Powder PotionsWhen I was little, my cousin Nancy Altaz and I would make potions on her rug. They usually consisted of baby powder & water. Sometimes we would add perfume. I am really not sure why my Aunt Rose let us live.<br /><br />To carry on the family tradition, Big B and her bff from down the block Anna, decided to make a snow fall (similar to a potion) with an entire bottle of baby powder. This picture is just of the dresser. I am still trying to air out the room...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kve5F4RNL8iUrQSV6nrGhlcDSQoR2-Nsk89vbwV5e5G2kjusc0QbmSIPXI_qnZH-334O5DzS33WCSDxSYvN7EW29Jfvtj7yrKeM1zq0wN-4U18jry45oy1EpcSuSJMF-nepHEfVf/s1600/Sept+2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kve5F4RNL8iUrQSV6nrGhlcDSQoR2-Nsk89vbwV5e5G2kjusc0QbmSIPXI_qnZH-334O5DzS33WCSDxSYvN7EW29Jfvtj7yrKeM1zq0wN-4U18jry45oy1EpcSuSJMF-nepHEfVf/s320/Sept+2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651502088919383954" /></a><br /><br /><br />Serenity now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-14727579519277258762011-09-02T08:16:00.004-05:002011-09-02T08:36:23.931-05:00Mommy Big Blil CJ has gotten more of the spotlight from family and friends since 'D-day'. The smart cookie that Big B is, has quickly picked up on this. I've already heard on more than one occasion from her: "I wish I had diabetes." And I get it. I know why she thinks & says that.
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<br />To help her feel more involved, I give her opportunities to help with lil CJ's diabetes management. As always,she does not disappoint. She can check lil CJ's blood sugar without any supervision.
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<br />If I could only trust the 2 of them not to flood the floor while taking a bath.
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<br /><a href="http://s90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/?action=view&current=peacesmall.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k272/StacyMitch/peacesmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>*Yankee Belle*http://www.blogger.com/profile/01460736084484914862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34479141822409743.post-49672451077720696312011-09-02T07:59:00.007-05:002011-09-02T08:42:04.718-05:00Conversation.I had a conversation with a fellow D-mom (diabetes mom) the other day. We discussed how our lives have changed since diabetes. How we look back at pictures and can't help but think 'This pic was pre-diabetes; this pic was post.' I wonder if with time, the mentally imprinted date will fade.
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<br />But with so many pictures of lil CJ before his diagnosis like this...
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<br />It is a constant reminder that my baby was dying right in front of my eyes, and I did nothing.
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<br />I remind myself reguarly that we are blessed. My eyes did finally open. I pray that pictures like this will one day fill my head instead.
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