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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Nanny 911

Holy shoot.  (Thats what we say up here in Maine).  Chase, my little love bug, my angel, my sunshine, my perfect little muffin pie...he is how can I put it nicely...turning into the devil!

Why do people even say terrible two's? Two was amazing, wonderful, loving, angelic, endearing, darling, sweet, etc, etc.

But what happened?  He will be three in a little more than 3 months, hopefully that will mean this all ends three months early?

My mornings consists of...57 temper tantrums, a wrestling match to put clothes on, then clothes come completely off, an escape out into the snow, then if he is really fast, into the woods, another tantrum, a fresh little tongue sticking out at me, breakfast (which actually goes quite well), a ride to school, where I say "Chase look at that tractor!"  He replies totally annoyed and offended (and with a lisp), "thats not a tractor Momma, its a skid steer".  OK then...I am just going to shut my mouth and pray for my little angel to return to me.

I know it sounds absurd to anyone who knows him.  But "it" is here and it ain't pretty.

Tonight Auntie Ya-ya came over.  I thank God she lives so close.  What would I do without her? While she came to the rescue, and gave him a bath and me a break, I folded laundry and drank wine and enjoyed every second of it (and I hate laundry!).

These are the days that I curse Alec.  "You left me!"  "I am totally pissed at you right now!" I just think how much better at this he would be.  I am not the "patient" type.  In fact, it would most definitely go on my list of vices, impatient...number one.  So when I do that whole time out thing, it doesn't go so well.  Or when I try to get him to not use his binky, yeah...I don't usually win.  Alec was so good at all that, he would have been such an amazing father.

Being a single mother stinks.  Being a single mother and living away from your family stinks even more.  Being a single mother with 3 feet of snow outside stinks a wicked lot.

I never complain.  I have lots to be thankful for, but sometimes it is just plain hard.  No sugar coating it.  Yes, many people have it much worse than I do.  But that does not mean my days are easy or that I can pretend that they are.  There are still many  times a day where he is my sweet, funny, cute Chase, and I now cherish those moments even more than before.  Nights like tonight where we have dance parties and Chase shakes his bum wearing his Buzz-Light-Year skivvies to Flo-Rida and Pitbull,  and then throws his arms up in laughter, or when he settles down to read a book and he ends up reading me the book because he knows all the  words.  Or before bed when he wants to "cuggle me" on the couch with Teddy.  He continues to fill my life with so much joy, laughter, happiness, but sometimes...when that little devil comes out...look out!  He knows how to give his Mommy a run for her money.  Thank the lord for wine, and for Auntie YaYa.

Tonight, I pray for patience.  I pray for strength.  I pray for understanding.  I pray that someday I learn the difference between a tractor and a skid steer.  God help me!

At least he can cook his own eggies!  
He looks so sweet on the outside!  
Cuggling with Ted and Chase.


Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Ice Fishing 2014


Friday night we headed to Bangor for a weekend of ice fishing.  It is one of my most looked forward to weekends of winter.  I love being there.  We spend time with Alec's family, with his friends and doing the thing he loved to do most, FISH!

No...ice fishing was not his favorite type of fishing, but it was fishing.  

Being there...made me so happy but also so sad at the same time.  I imagine how much fun he would have had.  As I spent time with his friends, I think of all that he is missing...all that we are missing.  Drilling the holes, setting the traps, the campfire, the beers, the laughs, running out to different holes every time a flag went off.  He would have been in his glory.

I love his friends.  I am so blessed to know them.  They are wonderful...a reflection of Alec.  They love us.  They look out for us, they are incredible.  

As I skied up to John's parents camp early Saturday morning, I came upon father and son...Jack and John who had run out to the first flag of the weekend.  I watched as Jack leaned over the hole, and John directed him how to carefully set the hook, and pull the line up,  This image brought me to tears...how special, this moment, between father and son.  How sad I was that Chase will never have that with his Dad. 

But then, as the weekend went on, family and friends poured in, more flags popped, I looked up at the sky and thanked God for what I do have.  This.  A family, who would do anything for us.  Who loves like no other.  Friends, who come out to support us every single event.  Friends who adored Alec, who in turn adore us, treat us like family, friends who love us like they loved Alec.  

I am so thankful for his friend Wes, who puts this derby on every year and donates half the money to Chase's college fund.  What an incredible way to honor a friend.  

Last night when I arrived home, my heart overflowed with joy.  No, Chase does not have his Daddy.  But he has so many special people in his life.  He has his Godfather John, who can teach him how to set the hook and pull that line up.  He has John and Jaime's children, who are more like cousins than friends.  He has his Mimi and his two Aunties who are all part of Alec's past, who tell funny stories of when he was little, who make constant comparisons to Chase and his Dad.  As we sat around the dinner table with Mimi, Auntie Tam and Auntie Yaya, Chase filled right in for his Dad.  He made us laugh, he stole the show, he wins all our affection, he has captured our hearts.  

Blessed...I am.  Loved...we are.  



Chase and his Godfather.
Just hugging it out like guys do.  

Chase and the twins!

Mimi!

Sledding with Mimi...this is the life.

Pulling up the fish.

Alex and a pickerel.

Chase and Alex...Chase thought this fish needed a doctor.

Fish face.

Boys. Trouble. 

Momma and Chase.

Jack, the boy-iest boy I have ever met.  

Alec's family and the Martin's!

Running to the FLAG!

Snowmobiling!  



Chase and his future wife and mother in-law.

A bunch of Alec's childhood friends.  

Another FLAG!

The only thing missing in the picture is Alec.

Sister-in-laws for life!  



A bald eagle...AKA Alec, coming by to say Hello.



I love to cross country ski.  It is my winter escape.  I love being lost in the woods, mind on nothing else but the trail in front of me.  It was one other thing Alec and I loved to do together.  It is easy, free, and exercises my mind and body.  I have put more miles on my skis this year than ever before, each time it snows I am glad, fresh powder, news trails to blaze...more time with nature, God and Alec.






Friday, February 14, 2014

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Funny Bone


What I probably miss most about Alec is how much we laughed together.  We had the same sense of humor, and sometimes would get into these laughing fits where I would start crying and my stomach would hurt because we just could not stop laughing.  I don't think I had that kind of laugh in years.

It was always over the silliest stuff too.  I remember one time driving home from MGH, and he was eating a banana.  We were having a serious conversation and I looked over at him and he had that long stringy thing from the banana hanging from his chin and he didn't know it, so when he talked, the stringy thing moved and dangled..  I burst into laughter, and he laughed too...we laughed for eternity, I had tears running down my face.  To the average person, that probably would not have even been that funny, but to us, it was so funny that I remember it like it was yesterday and I laugh out loud just thinking about it.

Tonight, Chase wanted his binky, or I should say, wanted a third binky.  I am really trying to get him to understand that he doesn't need it, that binky's are for babies.  I gave in, gave him the third one, so he had one in his mouth, and one in each hand.  On my lap he sat and we were reading Brown Bear Brown Bear. But because he had a bink in each hand, he could not slide the little picture over.  I said "Chase put the binky down!  You are a big boy you don't need it!"

He responded, "I NEED IT I AM NOT A BIG BOY I AM A BABY!"  Then, instead of listening to me, he put all three binkys in his mouth and looked up at me and was laughing.  I laughed so hard, we both belly laughed for at least 10 minutes.  It probably doesn't sound that funny, but what I have discovered is that Chase and Alec have the same funny bone, and that I thought he was hilarious and he thought I was hilarious and now Chase and I think that of each other.  We have had these uncontrollable laughing fits a few times now, where he laughs, I laugh and we just can't stop.  So many times he looks at me, shakes his head a little and says, "Your so funny Mama".  I love laughing again, I need it, and I am glad someone out there thinks I am funny!  

I love my little buddy who laughs just like his Dad.




Monday, February 10, 2014

6 Little Snowmen

I had one of "those" mornings.  I couldn't get out of my own way, I was running late, I realized that it had snowed another 4.5 inches last night and I had to shovel my way out of it...again.  Chase would not put pants on.  Then (with pants on) he threw the worst temper tantrum I have seen when I told him we had to get in the car and go to school.  He ran away from me, through the snow, when I finally caught him he threw himself on the garage floor and kicked and screamed.

We made it to school and I rushed him out of the car into the building.  As I signed him in I noticed a box on the table that read "Donations for Sandi Kennedy" and it caught my eye as I recognized the last name as one of Chase's classmates.

A little before Christmas, Chase was sent home with Skyler Kennedy's Christmas bag, instead of his own.  When I got home one night, I eagerly opened the Christmas gift in which Chase made specially for me, but inside was an ornament, with 6 tiny finger snowmen, with little tiny hats, with little tiny names, Syler, her Mommy, her Daddy and her three brothers.  And then a card, with a picture of a blonde, blue-eyed little 2 year old girl.  After a moment of disappointment (I wanted to see what my child had made me) I placed it back on the table and planned on returning it.  And I did, a few days later. I received the correct Christmas bag and opened what Chase had made me, it was the same ornament, only his ornament had only two little finger snowman, one was Chase and the other Me...Mommy.  And it made me sad...Skyler had 6...Chase had 2.  This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Christmas came and went and a couple weeks into January, I noticed in Skyler's cube that her little Christmas bag was still there.  Then one day I saw her come into class and the teachers welcomed her back and gave her big hugs.  My thoughts...she must have gone on vacation with her family, how lucky.

It wasn't until today that I put it all together.  I saw the box, on the table looking for donations, then a letter on the door explaining the story and directing the reader to a "care page", and then I saw a story in the Seacoast Newspaper.  Sandi, Skylers Mommy, that perfect little snowman Mommy of 4, is very very, very sick.  And as this story unfolded in front of me, my tears started to flow, my heart ached, that pit in my stomach returned.  This perfect little snowman family is hurting, they are losing their Mommy, a husband is losing his wife.  That perfect little ornament, with 6 perfect little snowmen people, the ornament that I held in the palm of my hand and felt a pang of jealousy...hers had 6, mine had 2, they are going through what no family should ever have to go through, an illness, no cure, no answers...

My drive to work was sad.  I cried, I looked up at the sky, I talked to Alec.  And as I did, I saw the most beautiful little rainbow, it was Alec, consoling me, giving me a sign that this is life, that people hurt, people die, even people who have 4 little kids, but that it will all be OK, even for them, because God will carry them, he will give them strength, he will lift them up.

The silly start to my day, those little things that I got aggravated by, it all slipped away, how could I possibly let those things get me down?  I have a beautiful life, I have so many blessings.  Chase was extra loving tonight, he wanted to hug and kiss and "cuggle" me, it was as if he knew, that something was not right.

My heart is heavy.  I know the pain the family is going through, I know how much it hurts.  I know that Sandi's own heart is breaking, for she may be leaving her children, Alec felt that way too.  I wish I could hug them all and tell them it is going to be OK.  I am sorry that I felt envy when I held that ornament, I am reminded that everyone has a story, that I should never wish for someone else's life, I am reminded that every day is a gift.

I pray for this family...this little snowman family of 6.  I pray that God wraps them in his love, that he shines his light on them, that he heals their aching hearts, that he gives them Hope, that he shows them Love, that they have Faith in him.

I have attached her page, for donations (the last update was that Sandi was home surrounded by her family and hospice was there).  And the story from the Seacoast Newspaper.  Please, if you can, donate, and please pray for this family.  They need it.  I know.  And as they say, never, ever, ever lose Hope...Miracles happen every day.

Click here for the donations page:

Hope for Sandi | Medical Expenses - YouCaring.com

  • Sandi Tucker Kennedy with children, Tucker, 9, twins Asher and Gunner, 5, and Skyler, 2.
  • Sandi Tucker Kennedy with husband Jake

Family hopes for miracle after young mom struck by disease

KENNEBUNK — A Kennebunk family and friends are hoping for a miracle.
After months of debilitating symptoms with no diagnosis, doctors this week say Sandi Tucker Kennedy, a 38-year-old wife and mom of four young children ages 2 to 9, is believed to have a prion disease, a family of rare progressive neurodegenerative disorders that take over the neurological system.
“She's actually very young for it,” said Kennedy's sister-in-law, Denise Tucker. “It's causing all the neurological issues she's having. Her vision has gone from double vision to very blurry, she's tremoring, she can be cognizant but she has a very hard time getting things out, she needs help walking everywhere. There is no treatment for this. Basically, they manage the symptoms and this is always fatal. This is what we found out yesterday.”
Tucker said she's never known anyone who lived life as fully as Kennedy, a nurse at Maine Medical Center. She described her as an active, vibrant woman and mother who included her children in that lifestyle, once bringing her oldest son along on a journey where she shot a moose.
“I've never met anybody in my life who lived life every day to the fullest like Sandi did. She brought her kids with her everywhere, she made sure they experienced life every minute,” Tucker said. “She worked nights just so she could be home days with her kids. She is the most caring mom and wife I have ever met in my life. She's amazing.”
But Kennedy's health took a turn this past November, when she began experiencing symptoms of a cough and vertigo. By Christmas Eve, Kennedy was admitted to the hospital with symptoms consistent with having a stroke, but doctors found no evidence of that. By mid-January, her health worsened and she was brought back to the hospital with slurred speech, a loss of motor skills, deteriorating vision and memory loss. She was unable to walk.
After a plethora of tests from MRIs to blood tests to spinal taps, doctors thought Kennedy might have a rare form of cancer, but they could not locate any cancer in her body. Though still with no diagnosis, Kennedy was sent home at the end of January and was able to walk again.
Just days later, her health worsened and Kennedy's husband Jake drove her to Brigham & Women's Hospital in Boston, where doctors learned she had encephalitis, or swelling of the brain. She has been put on steroids since this past weekend in an attempt to reduce the swelling, but the swelling is not going down, Tucker said.
Finally, on Tuesday of this week, doctors at the Massachusetts hospital said they believe Kennedy could have Prion Disease, but there are no official tests that can definitively point to the disease and there is also no known cure, Tucker said.
“The neurological condition is going to continue. It's a rapid-moving disease,” Tucker said. “The prognosis is four to 12 months from the onset of symptoms and she's had symptoms for four months now.”
With Kennedy's back-and-forth hospitalization over the past months, Tucker said she and her husband, who is a builder, have suffered a loss of wages and will also incur a great deal of medical costs as their insurance will only cover a portion of the medical expenses.
Friends and family members have created a page on YouCaring.com to support the Kennedy family. Visit youcaring.com and search for “Hope for Sandi.” Tucker said 100 percent of any money raised through the page will during benefit the Kennedys.
An organized way for community members to support the family by cooking food and more is also in the works, Tucker said.
Kennebunk resident Sarah Nunan, who said she has known Kennedy since 2007, said their kids have grown up together and it's hard “to put into words” the kind of friend Kennedy is.
“She is the strongest person I know, greatest mother, wife and daughter. She always has a smile on her face and laughter in her voice, and it is contagious,” Nunan said. “She has been there every day for me. She is one of my greatest rocks. Now is my time to be the rock to her kids, husband and her wonderful family. I love them with all my heart and always will.”
A therapist by trade, Tucker said, “I don't have the coping skills for myself on this.”
“We're just trying to figure out the next step and we appreciate everyone's support. We're very overwhelmed right now. As we get more details, we'll let everyone know,” Tucker said. “Keep praying. We're looking for a miracle.”


Saturday, February 8, 2014

The Lucky Ones.

Downton Abby.

I am not a fanatic, or even a regular viewer.  I watched the first season earlier this year when I had the flu and it was nice company but also helped me fall asleep.   I find it both fascinating, but then ridiculous.  Facinating by the way they lived, the money, the servants, the 20 something course meals.  But then ridiculous...what person really needs help getting ready for dinner? Or help taking off your robe?  Can you even imagine having your own personal servant bring you coffee and breakfast in bed!?  How wonderful!  I would ring my little bell and poof, my coffee and my hard boiled egg served on a silver platter.  Oh to dream!  Sometimes I dream of having an assistant, (or I guess in most homes he would be called a husband!) After heading out to shovel three times this week, cleaning the pellet stove, making 4 trips down my long driveway with 2 trash cans and 2 recycle bins...yeah, a husband/assistant would be pretty nice.  I would take Carson,  he would surly know how to get the job done. Closest to a servant or assistant I will ever have is my cleaning lady (God I love that women!).  I always say my top 3 best things I have ever done in my life, 1.) Marry Alec, 2.) Have a baby, 3.) Get a cleaning lady.  There truly is nothing better than never having to clean your own toilet...simply priceless.

Anyways, since everyone loves the show and always talking about it, I have been trying to catch an episode here and there.

And I happened to catch an episode last Sunday night.  I am always captivated when I am able to watch it.  Sunday night was no exception.  And the part that really got me, was where Mary, Tom and Matthews mother were sitting around talking about the love they had in their lives.  It caught my attention and I replayed it and wrote what they said down:

Mary:
I am not unhappy, I am just not quite ready to be happy.

Isobel (Matthews Mother)
When I got engaged, I was so in love with Reginald I was sick, I felt sick in love. Literally.
It seems so odd to think about now, it really does.

Tom: (Sybil's husband)
It was the same for me.
It was like I had gone mad or been hypnotized or something. For days for weeks, all I could think about was her.

Mary:
And me, I was standing outside in the snow and I didn't have a coat, and I wasn't cold, because all I was thinking was;  "he is going to propose, he is going to propose"

Isobel:
Well, aren't we the lucky ones.

And then their children walked in.

This scene made me smile, it made my heart fill with joy, it reminded me that those who have loved so deeply, even though we lost and suffered and our hearts are broken...in the end, well yes, we are the lucky ones.  We are the ones who know what it feels like.  We are the ones that can look up and thank God for what he sent us, and look forward to what is waiting for us on the other side.  We really are the lucky ones.







Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Snow Days.

Snow days are the best days.  

They are the days where we get to wear our long johns for 12 hours, we drink hot chocolate, go sledding, shovel, play on the swing set (Chase says the slide goes "super duper fast with snow on it!"), we eat snow, play ball with Millie, catch flakes on our tongues, we stop every once and a while to listen to the silence of the snow fall, until Chase hears a plow go by and says "what's that mama!!?"

We "cuggle" for hours on the couch, we watch movies about golden retriever super heroes, we eat chili, drink more hot chocolate, play with trains and tractors, and then go to sleep with rosey red cheeks and tired, heavy, sledded out legs.  

Who could possibly dislike snow!?

These are the days...


And taking a tub is pretty fun too!  

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Love Life.


This kid just loves life.  
I am so lucky.