Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I May Have a Problem...

(Obviously, I have a problem with regularly updating this blog, but that's not the problem to which I am referring.)

Have you ever had an issue in your life that you acknowledge is, well, a little dysfunctional?  But rather than addressing it, you just keep adding on to the existing problem because it's easier than fixing it?

My problem is this--I hoarde crafting supplies.  (Cue sulky letdown.  No juicy gossip here.)  By nature, I consider myself to be a pretty organized person.  But there are three Drawers in my bedroom that betray my orderly facade.  I have a small plastic storage bin with three sliding Drawers where I keep all things crafty.  When I need a craft supply, I go to the store and buy it.  When I'm done, I shove it in one of The Drawers.  I never look in The Drawers first; it's far too dangerous.

Instead of carving pumpkins for Halloween, I decided to buy pie pumpkins and paint them instead. Today, I decided to paint one for Sadie and myself. Sadie was napping so I couldn't go to the store to buy paint or brushes. So, I plucked up the courage to face my old nemesis--The Drawers. I thought I'd just get out a few bottles of paint and a couple of brushes, hoping I'd have enough colors to satisfy everyone's vision for their pumpkins. This is what I found:

22 bottles of paint, 2 paint pens, and 33 brushes!  I also filled a gift bag with craft supplies to donate to our church's preschool, about 400 sheets of construction and scrapbook paper, 20 or so thank you cards, 2 yards of fabric I bought in 2004, and more.  See why I never go in there?  Anyway, here's the final result:

"Super Sadie" pumpkin, a pumpkin painted to look like candy corn (mine), Sponge Bob (Elena's), and Chris' sad pig, a tribute to the CAFO.

Here's what we've been up to recently.

Enjoying fall weather

Sadie has, as usual, been seen by multiple specialists. She's actually been cleared by her surgeon and we'll just follow up with him on an as-needed basis. Her developmental pediatrician ordered a feeding study which, in my opinion, was kind of a bust. We're trying to work on things on our own with a little guidance from OT. We've been advancing textures of foods, and she's starting to drink some new things as well. Her last labs were fantastic and the nephrologist discontinued her Bicitra which kept her blood from being too acidic. The urologist will be taking a look at her bladder on Dec. 2nd, marking her seventh trip under anesthesia in less than 2 years. She's speaking in complete sentences, feeding herself, developing an attitude, and most everything else that any other almost-two-year-old does. The biggest development is probably that she recently got "Sure Step" SMO braces.

The SMO's aren"t even noticable under pants.

Sadie's SMO's are small enough to fit in my hand.  They're printed with Super Why, her favorite character.

Elena is truly becoming a young lady.  Her braces are off, she got glasses, she's almost as tall as her mother, and she cut her long hair and donated it to Locks of Love.  She was just initiated into Beta Club, and tomorrow she leaves with her eighth grade class for a trip to Washington, D.C. where she and three others were chosen to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.  We are so, so proud of her!

Before Beta Club initiation

Chris continues to work away, driving over 100 miles every day for work.  He's becoming quite the expert on NPR programming during those long commutes...  Last month he grew a beard.  (Sharp gasp from all who know him personally.)  He raised money for prostate cancer research through a project called Septembeard.  I know how wonderful and needed this cause is, particularly since it was the first form of cancer my father had.  Still, I couldn't help but be reminded of the line by Green Day:  "wake me up when September ends."  I was a fan of the cause.  Not a fan of the beard, though.

What is that?  Is it a milk mustache?  No...'s Septembeard!

As for me, my responsibilities at work have changed.  I'm now the local agency breastfeeding coordinator for six counties in Indiana.  I'm still toying with the idea of starting a second blog about one of my other passions--elimination of industrial agriculture--and I'd like to chronicle my journey as I take on micro-farming next year.  And, I need to come up with a good use for some craft paint...