I've taken quite the vacation from blogging, but am feeling like I want to get back to it again. I know that part of my lack of blogging was due to Elaine's diagnosis, treatment, and her passing. I just didn't feel like writing posts about the everyday goings on in our lives. I miss her terribly, and not a day goes by that I don't think of her in some way or another. Just tonight, we were talking about wired jaws and we talked about how Elaine and I made Chris a horrible malted milk when his jaws were wired shut when he was in college.
So, I don't know how often I'll blog, but it will be much more often than once every 6 months! I did pre-date one entry from April 25th that you can find below.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
April 27, 2009
When you make plans and start a new day, you never know how that day will end, do you? The past reinforced just that for us.
This past weekend, Andy and I went with the church youth group to Mt. Lebanon in Cedar Hills for a youth group retreat. I'd teased Ian before we left that if he didn't socialize with the other kids, I was going to wave my hands, yell I had a spot for him, and hug and kiss on him. Tehehe . .he's teenaged enough to not want that! We tried to give him his space. We, being me. That mother hen, know where your kids are thing is hard to shake! I didn't really think I liked knowing that the boys were "mattress jousting" in their half of the cabin Friday night. They were sliding standing on mattresses towards each other. Ian apparently went against a senior. Hmmm. I said nothing and hoped the mattress jousting wouldn't occur Saturday night.
The kids were supposed to play some organized games shortly after lunch on Saturday. Something to do with throwing cantaloupes. I'm not exactly sure of the rules of that game, but the kids seemed interested in playing it. Ian and several other boys headed out to the field and did what middle school boys do. They found a way to entertain themselves with what they found around them. In this field, apparently that was a couple of cinderblocks and a 1x4. They apparently decided they wanted to see how far they could sail one of those cinderblocks through the air. From what I can tell, they rigged up a seesaw with the 1x4 and one of the cinderblocks. Then they were placing the other cinderblock on one end and someone jumped on the other end. They did this 4-5 times before the experiment went awry. The last time, Ian was bending down to place the cinderblock on the seesaw and the kid on the other end didn't realize he hadn't stepped away. Up the cinderblock went, right into Ian's mouth! Shortly thereafter, they chased Andy down in the family van as he was headed out to coach Alaina's soccer game. By the time I got to the field, Andy and about 10 or so others were searching the field for Ian's tooth. He was now without 1 (and 1/2). Here's the photo we took of him before we left the retreat. You'll notice he's not upset. . .boy was I surprised!
We drove together back home and dropped Andy off at the fields, then continued on to the dentist's office. The dentist was able to fix the chipped front tooth, and cleaned out the one to the left of it and put a dental bandage on it and gave us a referral to an endodontist. Monday am we got him in quickly (amazing how quick they'll get you in when you mention the words "#10 broken at the gumline" and "cross-section" in one sentence!), and she verified Ian would be needing a root canal. That has been scheduled for May 6th. In the meantime, it's a lot of eating on the right side of his mouth and retelling his story at school.
After the root canal, we'll be going through the process of getting Ian a retainer with a fake tooth (called a flipper -- anyone seen toddlers and tiaras? tehehe. . now Ian can compete!). He will get an implant around the age of 21, when they are fully sure that he will no longer grow.
Ian's take on the day -- if he could redo one day over, that would be the day. Not that they wouldn't try and flip cinderblocks off their homemade seesaw, he'd just make sure they had an all-clear signal! He's hating that he did something so permanent. I keep telling him I'm so glad he didn't get hit in the head. This could've been so much worse. It's just a couple of teeth.
I didn't realize it at the time (of course!), but this is now the last photo we took of Ian with his beautiful teeth. We took this in San Antonio on April 18th at the state science meet.
This past weekend, Andy and I went with the church youth group to Mt. Lebanon in Cedar Hills for a youth group retreat. I'd teased Ian before we left that if he didn't socialize with the other kids, I was going to wave my hands, yell I had a spot for him, and hug and kiss on him. Tehehe . .he's teenaged enough to not want that! We tried to give him his space. We, being me. That mother hen, know where your kids are thing is hard to shake! I didn't really think I liked knowing that the boys were "mattress jousting" in their half of the cabin Friday night. They were sliding standing on mattresses towards each other. Ian apparently went against a senior. Hmmm. I said nothing and hoped the mattress jousting wouldn't occur Saturday night.
The kids were supposed to play some organized games shortly after lunch on Saturday. Something to do with throwing cantaloupes. I'm not exactly sure of the rules of that game, but the kids seemed interested in playing it. Ian and several other boys headed out to the field and did what middle school boys do. They found a way to entertain themselves with what they found around them. In this field, apparently that was a couple of cinderblocks and a 1x4. They apparently decided they wanted to see how far they could sail one of those cinderblocks through the air. From what I can tell, they rigged up a seesaw with the 1x4 and one of the cinderblocks. Then they were placing the other cinderblock on one end and someone jumped on the other end. They did this 4-5 times before the experiment went awry. The last time, Ian was bending down to place the cinderblock on the seesaw and the kid on the other end didn't realize he hadn't stepped away. Up the cinderblock went, right into Ian's mouth! Shortly thereafter, they chased Andy down in the family van as he was headed out to coach Alaina's soccer game. By the time I got to the field, Andy and about 10 or so others were searching the field for Ian's tooth. He was now without 1 (and 1/2). Here's the photo we took of him before we left the retreat. You'll notice he's not upset. . .boy was I surprised!
We drove together back home and dropped Andy off at the fields, then continued on to the dentist's office. The dentist was able to fix the chipped front tooth, and cleaned out the one to the left of it and put a dental bandage on it and gave us a referral to an endodontist. Monday am we got him in quickly (amazing how quick they'll get you in when you mention the words "#10 broken at the gumline" and "cross-section" in one sentence!), and she verified Ian would be needing a root canal. That has been scheduled for May 6th. In the meantime, it's a lot of eating on the right side of his mouth and retelling his story at school.
After the root canal, we'll be going through the process of getting Ian a retainer with a fake tooth (called a flipper -- anyone seen toddlers and tiaras? tehehe. . now Ian can compete!). He will get an implant around the age of 21, when they are fully sure that he will no longer grow.
Ian's take on the day -- if he could redo one day over, that would be the day. Not that they wouldn't try and flip cinderblocks off their homemade seesaw, he'd just make sure they had an all-clear signal! He's hating that he did something so permanent. I keep telling him I'm so glad he didn't get hit in the head. This could've been so much worse. It's just a couple of teeth.
I didn't realize it at the time (of course!), but this is now the last photo we took of Ian with his beautiful teeth. We took this in San Antonio on April 18th at the state science meet.
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