November 2008 Archives

I put together a little slideshow with Animoto of Myra's first soccer season.  Enjoy!

*Edit - If you are having problems viewing the video, then here is the direct link.

Now that I can stay awake for more than a couple of hours at a time, I guess I'll give you the low-down on my foot surgery.  Chris' mother Katherine came in on Monday night to help out while I'm gimpy.  On Wednesday we got up early, dropped off Noah and headed to the hospital.  I don't think nervous is a strong enough word to explain how I felt.  I've never been in the hospital, I've never had stitches that I can remember, and I've never been unconscious in my whole life. After checking in, they called me back and the nurses got me all dressed up in my cool gown and hairnet.  The nurses could tell I was anxious and they kept asking me questions and reassuring me.  I think at the time I didn't believe a word they said.  They plugged me into some machines and started an IV.  They even made me take off my wedding ring.  I think they started me on something to relax me because by the time I was ready to go, I was laughing and smiling some.


They let Christina kiss me goodbye and then the doctor said he was about to start the good stuff. I vaguely remember being rolled out of my little garage and the next thing I know, some lady I've never seen before is saying, "Time to wake up!"  So I guess surgery isn't so bad after all.  Then I looked down at this massive club in the place where my foot used to be.  I was so sleepy, but they kept pushing and pushing me until they could get rid of me.  That part wasn't so pleasant.

We drove home and I could barely stay awake.  They had me on big doses of hydrocodone and flexirol.  The next day was just a blur of being awake, then asleep over and over.  At night I think I woke up every hour.  By the time Friday rolled around, I was starting to have complications from all of the medications I was on.  Saturday I felt so bad I had to go BACK to the hospital!  They took x-rays of me and did some tests (performed by Dr. Myra--I can't believe that was her name!) and finally decided to release me and give me some different pain pills.  They also gave me some stuff that made my metabolism hit light speed for a couple of hours.  I'll spare you the details.

Now it's Sunday and I'm finally able to eat again and I've been awake for 4 hours straight so far.  Things are starting to get back to normal.  The only things that really bother me is that my toes feel cold ALL THE TIME and my back has been rebelling against all of the sitting and laying down.  So much so, that walking on my crutches is pretty painful, but just in the lower back area.  I hope I'm well enough to get back to work in a week.  I'd hate to fall any farther behind.

Noah has really been saying some funny things lately.  Tonight, he snuck out of bed a few minutes after bedtime and said, "Daddy, I can't sleep.  I keep thinking about Doogie Doogie Mary had a little Man." 

I have no idea where the Doogie Doogie came from, but I had to call him on the "man" part. "Don't you mean little LAMB?"  I corrected.

"No!  Not a lamb.  A MAN!  Like a boy man!" 

Whatever floats his boat, I guess.  I imagine it's a little leprechaun or helpful gnome or something that helps her find her sheep.  I could use a little dude like that.

Today was the last soccer game of the season.  It was a makeup game that was postponed because of Hurricane Ike.  To be honest, I think I'd have rather played it in the rain of Ike than the nasty cold winds of November.  The weather was brutal.  Kickoff temperature was 49 degrees and a COLD north wind blew hard the whole game.  The kids were absolutely freezing, but the parents--who didn't get to run around--probably felt worse!  The coaches let them wear their coats as long as you could see a team color.  Myra wore leggings, a long sleeved undershirt and a sparkly denim jacket.  It was a pretty funny looking game to watch with all the different uniforms.
 
The other team only managed to get 5 players on the field, and we only had 6.  A few minutes into the game, one girl had a tummy-ache and sat out the rest of the game.  Lots of PT for everyone!  Myra played well defensively.  I was happy to see her getting in front of the ball and stopping it.  Offensively, she was GREAT!  She ran alongside Cy in perfect position while he drove the ball up the field.  She got a couple of passes from him and helped move the ball.  Our team was scoring at will.  The best part of the whole day was when MY BABY scored her very first goal!  She has been close 3 or 4 times this season.  She's even had one kick hit the sidepost and go out.  Today was HER day, though.  Anthony got the ball in the corner and was immediately surrounded by the other team, he centered the ball by kicking right through them toward Myra who just happened to be right in front of an empty goal!  It was an easy tap in for a goal.  I think she only kicked it about 3 feet--kinda like a slam dunk.  I was so excited that I didn't get ANY pictures of it!  I was (and still am) soooo proud!
Later in the game, she was chasing a ball down and tripped and fell...HARD.  I did get a picture of that.  :(  She sat on the bench with Mommy for about a quarter after that.  She just didn't want to go back into the game.  We played short-handed until Cy's little brother donned Myra's jersey and played a few minutes.  Corbin almost scored a goal of his own!  Soon, Mommy had talked Myra into taking the field again to help out the team.  I think I was just as proud of her "manning up" as I was of her goal.  We scored so many goals today that I really have no idea what the score was.
After the game, I told Myra that the family member who scored the most goals today could choose our restaurant.  Of course she chose McDonalds.  Bleh.  Oh well.  Winners get to choose!

Noah told me tonight, "I have super-powers!"

"Oh really?" I replied.  "Where did you get them?"

"At the store.  It was a SUPER store!"  He shot back.  I don't remember buying them.  He must have tossed them in the cart when we weren't looking.  So far, his super-powers seem to be limited to playing Speed Racer--his new favorite past time--and giving me Super-High Fives.  This entails sticking his arm inside his long-sleeved shirt and swinging his sleeve at my hand.  He's got a big imagination and I love watching him use it.

Myra had a project for her PACE class.  She had to create a new kind of peanut butter and make a commercial for it.  Here it is:
I'd buy it!

Noah likes to help out around the house sometimes.  My favorite part of him doing this is when he tells me how proud he is and how much fun he's having.  He keeps telling me, "I a good jobber, Daddy."  I think I have to agree with that.