Back To School Blues

I have no great picture to share.  Nothing really amazing has happened to even post a blog about.  I am now left at home for the first time in a very long time of mothering.  Only to realize that I am not done with this phase of my life.  I am needing another child somehow.  Hopefully the Lord will guide hubby and I in the right direction.  I'm also all in a tailspin about Biden being the vice presidential candidate.  I have never liked  Biden, but I really like Obama.  What's a girl to do about that situation?  

  In a few days Blake and I are off to NYC to see the US Open.  He knows I have always wanted to see these big matches, and set up the whole thing.  If I weren't in the throws of back to school depression, I would be head over heels excited.  I am excited to have a husband that really cares about me.    I am blessed with a great family.  I love them probably too much.  So enough of my ramblings.  I am sure I will pull myself together before you know it!  Unless that is, I get mugged in NYC.  Now that would be awful......

Have You Seen this Suspect??

Okay, so I think we are ready for school to start.  Ethan was down getting his room ready for his new clothes and stuff.  He kept coming up with these various outfits on.  I think I need to get him into a school counselor ASAP.  If Saudi Arabia saw clips of this photo, Ethan would be transported to their brainwashing tanks fast.  

On a different note.....I am most excited to have this be my first post from my brand new apple computer.  Our old computer got an awful virus.  Actually, I feel very blessed that I was the one to see this virus.  I was checking my email, and all of a sudden, this horrible porn picture downloaded onto my computer.  Soon after, several other pictures popped up.  I hurried and turned my computer off.  I called several computer stores who assured me it is a common virus.  I called the apple store, and they said that it wasn't an apple computer.  He said, "Apple's don't get viruses."  He said it very matter-of-fact.  So, Blake came home with a new apple computer.  It is most awesome.  The screen is huge.  My i-tunes and i-pictures are just built right in.  I highly recommend it to anyone.  Let's hope it remains virus free!  Happy back-to-school everybody!  

This post is dedicated to my son, Supe. It was his birthday August 2nd. He turned 11 years old. It seems like just yesterday he was born. I know parents say that all the time. But I especially remember Supe's birth. He was born in 45 minutes at Logan Regional. He had nucal X4. This means that the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck four times. At that moment he earned his nickname, Supe. He has been a superman every since day one. At two weeks, we found out his right eye was all mucked up. We went down to Primary Childrens Hospital and he had a surgery at one month. They tried to see the extent of the trouble in his eye. They soon had to do another surgery to try to see if the first surgery worked. Go figure. Soon after this surgery, his retina totally detached and he is now blind in that eye. I remember taking my sweet, new little baby down and handing him over to the anesthesiologist, wondering what in the world was happening. Post-partem moms are a wreck in the first place. This was just frosting on the cake. I remember waking up at 4:00am to drive down for the surgery. I had to keep him fasting, and I wondered how in the world I was going to do this. The Lord heard my fears, and Supe slept the whole way down. Little miracles like this kept happening over and over again. We were told that we had to put this shell into his eye to keep the shape of the occipital orbit growing. For the first two years of life, every morning and every night was spent trying to shove this awkward shell into his eye. He would scream uncontrollably with pain. For at least an hour after inserting the shell, he would weep and his whole eye would swell. A big red patch of rash would soon spread on his face because of the foreign object. For each of these events, we would have to strap him down. I would sit on top of him, Blake would hold his feet down, and Ethan would hold his arms about his head. It was dreadful. Doing this every day to my sweet little boy was very hard. It broke my heart. Finally, one day, I gave up. I said "no more". We were living in Lehi at the time. About a year after, we found a doctor practicing in Provo that offered to do a surgery on Supe's eye that would hopefully alleviate the pain of the putting in the shell. We did the surgery, and it was successful. I know it was successful because of the fasting and prayers of family and friends. Today Supe is still able to wear his shell. He is a spunky, troublemaker. I am so grateful for him in my life. I am grateful for all that I learned from him. Last year he lied to the PTA worker doing vision screening. Almost gave her a heart attack. I am grateful to Heavenly Father for blessing me with this child. I know many of you blog readers have much harder pregnancies, births, troubles, and trials. I am in in no way complaining about my plight. I am just merely expressing gratitude for all I am blessed with. Supe- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!