Go Patriots!

It happened.  My little man is growing up.  It was a big day around these parts...Bodie's first football practice. 

From the day we found out we were having a boy, I dreamed of he and Daddy running out the door to practice. Football is such a big part of our lives, and its now apart of the next generation.

I remember my parents attending every game, race or meet.  They sat in the stands and cheered us on.  Until you become a parent you don't realize how cool it is to see your offspring doing things.  Cool things.  Grown up things.  I'm not sure who is more excited about this new venture...me or Bodie.  Probably a close tie. 

And while I used to laugh at moms who made insanely big deals out of the this kind of stuff, I made an insanely big deal out of the first practice.  "For God's sake its just practice", Rob said...easy for him to say he's been to a million.  I wasn't invited.  "Just Daddy is going 'cause he's my coach".  Thanks Dude...Mommy's crying inside.  Truth is Bodie needs this.  Last week he was amazing.  He explodes with compassion and love for his little brother.  He's the "middle child"...my little mama-loving, cupcake-baking, monster truck driving, memory-making, comedic homebody and he needs something just for him. To build his confidence, to express himself, to move, to laugh, to meet new friends. He needs this.

So we went on a special shopping trip for cleats and compression shirts.  Yeah, t-shirts would have worked, but he had to have them and I couldn't say no.  He's seen so much football...the kids knows what gear is required.  We have talked endlessly about the fact that this is flag football not tackle football.  He couldn't wait...I couldn't wait. 

He woke up ready to go.  Try telling a four year old he has to wait 7 hours until practice.  Not fun...but he decided that he would help do some cleaning so Daddy wouldn't have to when he got home and they could dash away to practice.  I do feel a twinge of guilt that I didn't tell him that Daddy wouldn't have vacuumed when he got home from work...just a twinge :)

So off they dashed...I begged Rob for pictures...but he didn't comply.  "You try getting pictures while coaching ten 4-6 year olds.  It was chaos and I couldn't swear," coach Rob informed me.  You better believe I'll go paparazzi on him come game time :)

Long story short...he had a blast a practice.  He did jumping jacks, "cause that's what guys who play football do."  His body was sore this morning, but he informed me that he "felt like a million bucks!"

So games start March 10th at Settler's Park in Meridian.  You can bet plenty of pictures will be supplied in the weeks to come.  Go Patriots!

Same s%*t different day

We are still in the hospital. We are still waiting on test results and to have more tests completed. If you test McCall for something, chances ate it will come back positive. So far she has an ear infection, pneumonia in her left lung, and kidney infections most likely in both kidneys. Oh and she has influenza so we are on hospital lockdown, which I think just means that they want to see just how many disposable gowns and masks that they can charge us for. Doctors will do kidney ultrasounds later today to see how their function is and if any damage or abnormalities exist. So fingered crossed these look good. She is on broad spectrum antibiotics until cultures come back to tell us which ones are and are not working. Basically we can't leave until the chest x-ray shows an improvement in the pneumonia because based on all the IV fluids she has been given, they can actually slow down healing. Double edged sword :( She is in pretty good spirits, but at times really confused. It scares me because it shows just how sick she really is. But it's funny too. Yesterday out of nowhere she said "Daddy said Justin Beiber died.". My fad and I almost lost it. When asked about this Rob assured me that he had had no such conversation. So today is more hurry up and wait. And wait and wait.

Miss McCall update

Well I apparently got a little too comfortable in our routine, and just like that we are right were we don't want to be. McCall woke up Sunday with a high fever and chills. Then started the vommitimg of Mountain Dew colored puke. TMI I know. The weirdest part was the abdominal pain she complained about. I feared appendicitis. After consulting with her pediatrician, who by the way is the coolest Dr. in Boise, we decided that a visit to our second home (AKA St. Luke's) was in order. Long story short, since I'm posting from my phones keyboard, lots of tests later, and we have come up with pmenomina and kidney infection. Dr's are kind of baffled at the combination and how her symptoms have presented, but apparently they don't know how us Vians roll! So as it stands we are aggressively treating both with antibiotics. We are hydrating her like no ones business. Her fever is under control for the time being. We will do more chest x-rays tomorrow to address the pneumonia and it sounds like also an ultrasound of her kidneys too. Stay tuned. To top off an already lovely day...now Bodie has a fever of 103 :( You might have to visit me at the funny farm after my nervous breakdown.

Ebb and flow

 

Our weekend has started out quiet and homey, just the way it's supposed to be.  I am feeling content today. Exactly where I'm supposed to be--over my funk, productive, reflective, slow and steady.  

 

 For all the times I feel an imbalance—feeling too busy, uninspired, exhausted… when's-it-going-to-iron-out--it's assuring to know, there is a rhythm to all of it. Right now, in this tiny moment of time, work and family feel so appropriately melded. Dare I say we have molded into some sort of routine. 

 

I feel both inspired and at peace; motivated and content; excited and calm; and even if that balance shifts tomorrow, its presence right now is enough to remind me, it works out. Ebb and Flow, Shift and Settle.

"look mom...I got your plants again.  aren't you proud of me?"

McCall and Bodie both got to go to Build-a-Bear Workshop for the first time.  McCall is giving her bear a bath :)

  

Long story short, the Vian family is good. Busy, hectic, CRAZY...but sooo good.  Loving our little routine in our little corner of the world.  

And so lucky we were able to visit the cabin this winter.  We had so much fun doing nothing!

Best Daddy evah...he drove to the cabin with McCall's bear so she wouldn't get car sick on it. 

Lots of fun in the weeks to come.  I'll try to keep my long lost blog updated...