Monday, September 21, 2009

September, Sleepover & Smores



Scott had chemo on Thursday and wasn't feeling to well. I picked Skylar up from school on Friday.
I decided to do something different with her so I showed her how to make S mores. She had more fun burning the marshmallow than eating them. I had also purchased foam pumpkins, Disney Princess stencils and candle lights for us to carve pumpkins.
Saturday morning I was watching Blake's DVD we made for his party. When we finished Skylar pointed to her eyes, tears streaming down her face I asked her what was wrong. She said she missed her Uncle Blake and she doesn't understand why he has to be away. Try explaining to a 5 year old, war and American Freedom. After I settled her down she asked me Please don't play that again.
Michelle brought Turner and Boston over to play with Milo. I had gotten out the stencils and the pumpkins and I asked Skylar what she wanted to crave, she said an American Flag for Uncle Blake. We settled on a princess shoe and Cinderella's coach. The best thing is she can keep these pumpkins and turn the candle on and off by herself and they are totally safe.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Back To The ER

Scott woke up Monday with a excruciating headache. The last time I saw him in that much pain was when his brain swelled and they had to do brain surgery. I suggested we get him dressed and get him to the hospital. When Scott got to the truck he didn't have the strength to pull himself up in the truck , so I picked him up. I pulled something in my lower back and can hardly move. By the time Scott and I arrived to the hospital , he was vomiting. They put him in a room where they administered Phenergan and Dilaudid and Scott slept like sleeping beauty. It was so nice to see him so peaceful after so much pain. They repeated the CT and there is still no change. This is something we will need to address with Dr. Nick because the swelling being unchanged is not good.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Back to Reality

Blake was hoe for 2 weeks before heading to Iraq. the last week he was here we took a cruise to the Cayman Islands and Cozumel. In the Caymans fishermen for years have cleaned fish and threw there scraps over board and because the water is to shallow for their predators the sharks the sting rays started to accumulate there. The locals named the place sting ray island. The sting rays became very accustomed to people. They would swim right up to you and nudge you so you would pet them. They would even come up and lay in your arms. The females were about 3 feet plus wide , the males much smaller. It was amazing how soft they were underneath. Iguanas had invaded the islands, they were everywhere. They laid everywhere by peoples pools, on their docks and in there trees. I was sea sick from the little tender boats but Blake wanted to go to Margaritaville so I sucked it up and went. I drank a coke and when we got back to the boat I had to go to bed. Poor Scott he was had hives so bad he stayed in bed most of the trip but, would occasionally we would go get something to eat. If he didn't feel like it I would bring food back to the room for him.

Cozumel was my favorite. I was amazed at the heat. In both the Caymans and in Cozumel. In Cozumel Blake and I rode horses thought the Mexican ruins and back to their Cantina for beer. We then took a cab to Carlos and Charlies, one of the most popular places in Cozumel. The drinking age was 18 and Blake took full advantage of that. I learned really fast to ask the cab drivers if they had change. One of the island guys came up to Blake and asked him if he was from Texas. I guess the black cowboy hat, belt and boots were alittle intimidating for them. it was great because they really didn't drive us to crazy to but their Island trinkets.

Friday was Blake's going away party. I made little army soldiers with berets and was able to find combat boots on line to finish them off. I had deployment candles for adults and bears for the kids. Each party favor had dog tags around it saying " Our father please be with Blake as he leaves to serve our nation, for he is a hero of American freedom. It was bitter sweet and we took him to the airport at 6:00 am