Tuesday, October 6, 2015

More August...

This kid has her own style:

My dad still has it! (Don't tell him I posted this!!!!):

She is a messy, but super cute eater:

It was HOT, HOT, HOT. Contrary to popular belief though...you can NOT fry an egg on the sidewalk. We tried:

Lizabeth and I took the big kids to Hurricane Harbor one day. Harper HATED it. Come to find out she was coming down with a little virus and we didn't realize it until the next day. That might explain the intense hatred or maybe not:

I love it when this happens:

I love this kid and his positive attitude so much:

She is a soccer little sister:

This is what happens after a long, fun day of non-stop activity:

This sweetness makes everything better:

I put together some packets for the teachers at Hudson's school about Type One and Hudson specifically:

Our nickname for this sweetness is Happy:

Harper got a letter from her Pre-K teacher! How is my baby in Pre-K??

Fin LOVES her Pop:

Mallie and I took the big kids to one last summer fling at Six Flags. It was unseasonably cool and felt AMAZING:

They rode a few rides by themselves and felt like big stuff:

We split up and I took the big kids to Shock Wave:

While Mallie took her life in her own hands and rode the cars with the littles:

Then we met some Looney Toon characters (after the bigs had been traumatized by a second ride on the Shock Wave):

I ordered this bracelet for Hud...if you have to wear a medical ID bracelet, make it an awesome one:

8 months!!!!

Dear Finley,

You are eight months old! This past month was full of fun!

You are still eating beautifully! You take a morning bottle with your daddy, sleep a few more hours and then have a yogurt and another bottle. The rest of the day consists of a few more bottles and a dinner of purees. :) We will add that 3rd meal in, but it will have to happen after school starts and we are in more of a routine. We are holding off on table food until 9 months because I fear choking after the eater that was your sister.

Your sleep patterns haven’t changed either and you still have to nap on the go for the most part. And speaking of going - we go a lot. :) You took your second major road trip (and what a road trip that was!!) to the beach. We spent eight fabulous days on the beach and you were a rockstar (do you see a pattern here?). You experienced the ocean for the first time and loved it. You napped on the beach and played in your go-pod. You have quite the life. :)

Still no teeth, we are awaiting those (Hudson especially). You LOVE your brother and sister so so much. Hudson tells everyone you know how to sit up, wave and you are getting your first tooth (it is taking a while).

You have quite a few words! bubba, dada, bye, and the big one this month - Harper! Harper was the happiest I have ever seen her.

Hudson and Harper love you so much. Your daddy and I always talk about it - Hudson loves you loudly and Harper loves you so quietly, but so sweetly. She takes such good care of you.

We love you more than words can say. You have completed our family in a way I could only dream and pray about. 

love you baby girl,


Thursday, October 1, 2015

First week in August...aka Back to Reality

We kicked off our return home with a bang. Harper started her summer dance session:

We took our August road trip to Waco. And we had another fun diabetes moment! Hud needed a pump change, so when we got to lunch I went to do just that. Except - the insulin vial was 10 ml short of what I needed to fill the pod. Awesome! Thankfully, after our NOLA experience, I had the insulin pen with me. I gave him a shot and then I called the on call endo. They were able to call us in some insulin to a local pharmacy, but it was going to take a few hours. Melissa and I decided to brave the heat and take the kids to the zoo (and hopefully allow Hud to burn off some sugar):

Have I mentioned lately what a trooper this one is?? Still worn out from the beach:

We got the insulin a few hours later and all was well. Melissa got a crash course in a type one emergency and was a huge help to me. We made it home without incident and I was worn out!

She is a messy eater just like her sibs!

This has become one of my favorite pictures of all time:

Harper had her last gymnastics session and it was her show off lesson:

She and Alan had their own cheering section:

These two did awesome!

Oh my heart. I love her so:

Hudson played indoor soccer this summer!

He did great and learned so much!!

Seaside Trip Day 9...the day we wouldn't mind forgetting...

It was time to leave. :( It is always hard for me to leave vacation behind. I love my little family of five so much and they are my favorite people to hang out with. Uninterrupted, non-stop time together is my favorite and I hate for it to end.

But, everything comes to an end...so we woke up bright and early to hit the road. 

Harper entertained her sissy for me while I got some things ready:

Fin took one last roll around the floor:

The kids (and I) said good-bye to the ocean:

So, we had many things we needed to get done on this road trip home. The first would be to get gas:

We like to live on the edge. Hudson found a huge hermit crab (technically Toby did and was kind enough to give to Hud) tha the wanted to bring home. Well, google told us that was a bad idea. Our friends were in Destin and were planning on letting one go, they were kind enough to offer it to Hud. So, we swung by to meet them and get Yoda from them.  Then it was back on the road:

We had a wild hair to detour to New Orleans on the way home. It was only about an hour out of the way...I had never been there and had always wanted to visit. We decided to detour and have lunch there. The first thing that happened is we drove into the French Quarter to discover there was a festival. On a Saturday. In the French Quarter. The word you are looking for is nightmare. We pushed through (we came this far!) and made our way to the parking lot we were advised to park in. However, that lot was a bit pricey. Our car was divided as to whether to pay it or keep looking. The pay it team lost. We drove around for another 30 minutes and managed to find a spot on the street. At this point, we are exhausted and starving. Hudson's sugar was running very high, it was hard to tell if it was because of the amount of time in the car (he does run high in the car) or if the pump was giving out. We decided to get him some food and correct him and see if it came down. We walked to lunch, taking in the (crowded) ambience along the way.  We found a restaurant on yelp that was close by and made our way there. It was outdoors and quite packed, but we had our first stroke of good luck. A waitress crossed paths with us right when we walked up, she thought the kids were cute and so she gave us a table in her section. We ate, corrected Hud's very high sugar and listened to some fun, live jazz. We headed to Cafe du Monde for some famous beignets. When we got there the line to get take away was around the block and every table was full. My heart sank because there was no way we were going to wait and again another stroke of luck. A sweet waiter was taking a break and said he would go get us some to-go so we didn't have to wait. It was another stroke of good luck! Our luck ran out there though.

We started walking back to the car, Hudson was acting really lethargic and very similar to how he acted the day he was diagnosed. I was very, very worried. By the time we got back to the car he was complaining of a headache and a stomach. Meanwhile, Fin was blowing up hungry and there was a bum passed out next to our car. Awesome. We tested his sugar and the meter just read HIGH. We have never seen that. Not even at diagnosis. It meant that his sugar was over 600 and it also meant we had a pump failure. We stayed calm and handled it quickly (for future reference - we changed his pump and gave him an injection by the pen needle). As soon, as we got on the road his sugar started coming down which was a huge relief. Trent did not like my idea of getting a hotel room in New Orleans and wanted to push on, so push on we did. However, we didn't get out of NOLA until 5:00 thanks to all the shenanigans. After one more mishap, a dinner stop (at NINE O CLOCK!!!) at chick fil a and my first trip to Buckee's (that place was jam-packed in the middle of the night. Including a woman shopping with a newborn. And spotless bathrooms. Top notch, but middle of the night. Bizarre)...we made it home! At 2:30 a.m.! Only 19 short hours after we left Seaside.

Oh, and I never need to visit NOLA again. Ever.