They should go home tomorrow.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Pictures of David Robert
Davey:
Davey and his Daddy:
Davey has lungs:
But he's very calm, too:
Robert feeding his little man:
Davey and his Daddy:
Davey has lungs:
But he's very calm, too:
Robert feeding his little man:
Welcome David Robert
Little David Robert Weaver made his arrival in wee small hours of the morning via cesarean section--and no wonder. The little man weighed in at 10 lbs 7 oz and 23 inches long.
Now we know why poor Michelle was in labor for a week and wasn't progressing.
Will post pictures later.
Now we know why poor Michelle was in labor for a week and wasn't progressing.
Will post pictures later.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
It's Not Alzheimers!
Ed just sent me a text to let me know his 3-hour comprehensive memory test and exam is over. It's not Alzheimer's!! Evidently he is under so much stress that it's caused two of his brain centers to misfire and cause him to be in the Fight or Flight mode 24/7. The doctor is recommending some counseling to help redirect his coping skills.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
An Irishman's Life Philosophy
"In life, there are only two things to worry about, either you are well, or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, but if you are sick, you have two things to worry about; either you will live, or you will die.
If you live, there is nothing to worry about, if you die, you have two things to worry about; either you will go to heaven or to hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about, but if you go to hell, you'll be so busy shaking hands with your friends, you won't have time to worry!"
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, but if you are sick, you have two things to worry about; either you will live, or you will die.
If you live, there is nothing to worry about, if you die, you have two things to worry about; either you will go to heaven or to hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about, but if you go to hell, you'll be so busy shaking hands with your friends, you won't have time to worry!"
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Female Generations
I thought it would be fun to show some pictures just of the women in my direct line.
I start with my great grandmother, Mary Malinda Duke Kaneaster. She was born in Mississippi in 1865, and she had 11 children. She and her husband moved from Georgia out West, and you can tell all the different places they lived by the birthplaces of their children.
Then comes my grandmother Hazel, who was Mary's youngest child. Hazel married a man several years older than her, and they ended up divorcing. She raised her two daughters on her own, opening a beauty parlor to support herself and the girls. Hazel married three more times and was widowed three times. Her last husband, Bill Galloupe, was the only one of her husbands that I remember, and he was by far my favorite grandfather. They homesteaded land in the Southern California desert, and it was Grampa Bill who gave me my first opportunity to drive a car--at the ripe old age of 8. Fortunately it was on a private dirt road.
The next generation is my mother's. Doris Lorraine was the youngest of Hazel's two daughters. She married my father, and they were very happy for the nearly twenty years they were married. Mom died of complications after surgery to remove a brain tumor. She was 41.
Then there's me. I have given birth to five children (and am stepmother to another). My first husband died in 1981, leaving me with two children under four. I married Ed, and we had three boys together. I remember feeling that I'd really accomplished something when I managed to live longer than my mother, who died when I was 14.
The following is a picture of me around Christmas of my senior year of high school. I graduated early, and this was taken at a party I hosted to say good bye to my friends from school, as I went to college the next month. The dress I'm wearing had belonged to my mother.
Then comes my daughter Erin. She married her high school sweetheart (right out of high school), and they've struggled to get him through school while trying to raise a family. They are really amazing. They moved to Hawaii last year, and I miss them terribly.
Erin has two daughters, Sienna and Madelyn. It's fun that I get to see and talk with them on Skype, but I can't hug and kiss them.
And I think it's fun to see how the various generations sometimes resemble each other quite a bit. The following picture is me as a baby. Can you see a resemblance to any of the above pictures (besides my own, obviously).
And what about this little lady?
I start with my great grandmother, Mary Malinda Duke Kaneaster. She was born in Mississippi in 1865, and she had 11 children. She and her husband moved from Georgia out West, and you can tell all the different places they lived by the birthplaces of their children.
Then comes my grandmother Hazel, who was Mary's youngest child. Hazel married a man several years older than her, and they ended up divorcing. She raised her two daughters on her own, opening a beauty parlor to support herself and the girls. Hazel married three more times and was widowed three times. Her last husband, Bill Galloupe, was the only one of her husbands that I remember, and he was by far my favorite grandfather. They homesteaded land in the Southern California desert, and it was Grampa Bill who gave me my first opportunity to drive a car--at the ripe old age of 8. Fortunately it was on a private dirt road.
The next generation is my mother's. Doris Lorraine was the youngest of Hazel's two daughters. She married my father, and they were very happy for the nearly twenty years they were married. Mom died of complications after surgery to remove a brain tumor. She was 41.
Then there's me. I have given birth to five children (and am stepmother to another). My first husband died in 1981, leaving me with two children under four. I married Ed, and we had three boys together. I remember feeling that I'd really accomplished something when I managed to live longer than my mother, who died when I was 14.
The following is a picture of me around Christmas of my senior year of high school. I graduated early, and this was taken at a party I hosted to say good bye to my friends from school, as I went to college the next month. The dress I'm wearing had belonged to my mother.
Then comes my daughter Erin. She married her high school sweetheart (right out of high school), and they've struggled to get him through school while trying to raise a family. They are really amazing. They moved to Hawaii last year, and I miss them terribly.
Erin has two daughters, Sienna and Madelyn. It's fun that I get to see and talk with them on Skype, but I can't hug and kiss them.
And I think it's fun to see how the various generations sometimes resemble each other quite a bit. The following picture is me as a baby. Can you see a resemblance to any of the above pictures (besides my own, obviously).
And what about this little lady?
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Blood Pressure Woes
Poor Ed. The medication they gave him that was supposed to help with the migraines and as a side effect help lower his blood pressure actually gave him terrible headaches. I've been making him do cardio with me in the mornings to help lower his blood pressure. He went to have his first anniversary appointment with the lung doctor (after the blood clots last March), and Ed's blood pressure was 160/110!!! That's UP!!
Grrrr
ETA: Ed saw the homeopath who's been able to help him with a lot of stuff the traditional docs haven't, and the homeopath's test says Ed's been severely exposed to this.
Makes absolute sense as Ed's been doing a lot of plumbing projects as a handyman, and he's dreadfully allergic to molds.
Grrrr
ETA: Ed saw the homeopath who's been able to help him with a lot of stuff the traditional docs haven't, and the homeopath's test says Ed's been severely exposed to this.
Makes absolute sense as Ed's been doing a lot of plumbing projects as a handyman, and he's dreadfully allergic to molds.
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