Amazing Little Boy

Sammy had a few real zingers while weather having his little mended.

While running into the hospital, through real live tears and lots of fear, he whispered, "Mommy, look to the right." It was the display case lining the entrance to the ER, loaded with 1970's toys. I was the first time he stopped crying.

He had to get an iv drip of a sedative. I am in silent agony. My baby is getting a needle in his arm and a sedative!! He just looked at me and I talked to him the whole time. When they finished, he picked up his arm, looked at the lead they left in his arm and said, "hmmm. that's funny."

Picture this: he's strapped to the table with a 400 lb male nurse leaning over him to hold his arm still. He is in absolute terror and screaming like it too. They've given him a second and third dose to numb his finger. The saintly nurse practitioner says, "Mom, we've just poked him with a needle. He doesn't feel anything" Still Sammy is howling, with reason. Again, I'm just telling him that he's doing great, he's being brave, it will all be ok........Suddenly he stops crying, scrunches up his face and says, "Mommy, can you itch this spot. Right here. Yep, there." His little forehead was tickling him.

And my favorite: After the nurse practitioner gave us the gauze, antibiotics, tape and instructions, I said, "wow Sammy!! Check out all this stuff. There's three things that we're going to put on your finger to help it heal. Can you believe all this stuff just for one finger?!" Sammy said, "For my finger and no finger's else's!"

Two days and one dressing change later, he's doing great and everything looks like it is healing well. We're looking forward to switching to SpongeBob band-aids on Monday.

Thankful thankful thankful

So today was visit #2 to the ER. Today Sammy moved the stick that holds his window open only to have it come crashing down on his finger.
After four hours at Women and Children's Hospital, I am thankful that:

• Scott works from home
• Sammy did not break his finger
• I have insurance
• My children are healthy and well-cared for
  
• Fingernails grow back
• Women & Children's Hospital is five minutes away!
• Dr. Annie's smiling was there
• I had 2 cups of coffee before the incident
• We are home!!!!
  

pretty like a cauliflower

Scott has been posting pix from our wedding to celebrate our anniversary and b/c it was a beautiful and fun and wonderful event! Well keeping with his primary responsibility of keeping us humble, Sammy just said, "those are really pretty flowers, Mommy! They look like cauliflowers!"

Moving up!

Today was Sammy's last day as a Shainela. He is officially on to pre-K. So I'm remembering that he's still my little boy, who's just 4. Though he seems to have grown up so very fast! See for yourself!


June 2002










June 2003

June 2005

NOW!!!

Happy Anniversary!

The limo was late.

The photographer got lost.

The bridesmaid passed out.

The ring bearer got the willies.

The limo got a flat.

The groom cried.

The bride didn't.

There was lots of singing.

There was a ton (this is an actual weight) of seafood eaten.

There was the dancing.

There was a boy and a girl, the vows and two rings.

And each of the seven years since has been better than the last.

I love you!

Thanks Lenny, but I'll pass on whatever's in the bowl!

So most of you know that I am an independent consultant with The Body Shop at Home. I love love love my job. Love the company. Love the products. There is no downside to what I do. We love to talk about how the products sell themselves, b/c once you try them, you are really hooked. Plus, it's really fun!

While the products and pampering foot soaks/home facials are totally unique, the delivery method is not. Lots of companies do this home party stuff, as you well know. So often I find myself, not competing with per se, but certainly weighted against other home-based businesses. I frequently hear, "this isn't like a regular home party". This is quite flattering, but it also aptly demonstrates the biggest challenge of my business. I am always trying to book new shows and keep my calendar full and the most common objection is that "no one wants to come to another party". One other home-based company, which has fab fab fab cookware and yummy easy recipes, recently put out a new catalog. The pic below is just one page from the catalog.



All I have to say is: I can't compete with that!!

party party party

Recently, Scott very eloquently ranted about our mutual disdain for indulgent children-spoilers. The pic shows the work of the face-painter, who was competing for attention with the clown, four activities tables, balloon boxing, hotdoghambugerveggieburgerpizza food frenzy.

So as not to get a nose-bleed from my soapbox, I'll hop down to say that the family that threw the party is just impossibly nice, gracious and genuine. The little boy who is Sam's friend is really the boy Sam talks about most from school. I'm glad we went and got a chance to just play with his little buddies. In the end, no harm done in an elaborate party and how stinkin' cute is my little tiger?!