Love, Rachel

Ronan goes to the Hospital

Ronan has been so crabby for about two weeks. I mean CRABBY! Everything set this kid off.

Well, it turns out he had a good reason to be so upset. On Wednesday I notices his very crooked jaw line. That piled together with a bunch of other things led me to think something pretty was wrong.

Three doctor visits later we were in the ER.

Can I just say, Ronan is a fighter? He is.

He fought a sedative and several morphine doses to stay awake. No matter what, he would not chill out and sleep.

When they tried to add an IV he really freaked. He started screaming all kinds of sad but funny things.

"Mom! Look what they did! Look at my arm!"

"Help! Let me out! Get me out of here. Help!"

"Don't let them get me!"

And now when anybody in scrubs comes around he yells,"No! You can not help fix me!"

Last night he told me,"Mom,
I want to hit her.", when the nurse left.

We had lots of visitors and a pretty good time all in all.

I had to ride on the bed with Ronan and he opened all the hospital doors with the "force". We were doing that waaaayyy before the stupid super bowl commercial. They actually owe us some money.

Ronan had a nice pocket of puss hanging out between his jaw and spine.

The surgeon drained it and removed his adenoids as well.

It has been quite a party.

Ronan even got a sweet nerf bow from some friends. He spent the evening aiming and shooting. Leave it to Ronan to find a way to have a weapon in the hospital. Like father like son.

Thanks everybody for everything!

Courage the Turkey

It has been a little while, eh guys?

We went to Disneyland again, this time with some family. We met Courage the Turkey. He was pardoned of his obligation as the Presidents Turkey Dinner in 2009 by President Obama.

After his pardon, Courage headed to Disneyland in California, where he served as the grand marshal of the park’s Thanksgiving Day parade.

My Uncle Karl is totally obsessed with this turkey. He invited Courage to explore Disneyland with us.


It was a memorable vacation. I wonder who Karl will invite next year. This family trip should totally be a new tradition!

Happy Christmas 2010

This year was wonderful. Lots of family and friends.

We took present opening very slow and Ronan enjoyed everything.

Of course Santa brought him a Star Wars Laser Gun and a Transformer.

Better than words, have a few pictures.

Reading the Christmas Story is always fun when superheros get involved. Ronan kept telling us they were going to pop into the plot at any moment.

Ro got his laser, Nana got her CD collection back and Stink got cheese. Yes, cheese.

John managed to secure his dream rock climb rope, and I, a fabulous watch.

 

Santa brought Dad and Ronan new light sabers.

And Ronan enjoyed finding the alligators in his new room decor from Aunt Meme.

A mircophone from Great Grandma and Grandpa Merrill was a wild sucess. Thanks!

Heck, Rhiannon was there so I even got to be in a few pictures myself! She is my padowan learner. She does well.

Then it was time for a family party. Ronan's "buddy" cousin Keith came over and played non stop. They were both exausted come bed time.

There was dinner, friends, and hideous faces pulled for the camera.

When playing games, it got a little crazy. Not enough game peices? Thats ok, we just sub in some Little People manger scene characters.

My darling aunt Hillary and Uncle Karl. And furry cousin Reggie.

Why dont I have a picture of Mari!? I could swear I took one. Mari was my partner in crime and burps. We are lovley together.

Merry Christmas.

Have a Happy New Year.

Hello

Like my lazy post? Good, me too.

Living Brooch

See that? That is a fashion contentious dragon fly, assisting me in looking fly for all of about 45 seconds. I wish I could get one to pose on my shoulder regularly. 

Ho Ho Ho!

I took Ronan to see Santa at the mall today. I was lucky to find the line almost non-existent. We timed it right at noon hoping most kids would be eating lunch. Who goes directly at noon? Apparently nobody but us. Score.

Ronan was much too shy to actually speak to Santa, and tried to hold a straight face while the lady with the feather duster tried to coax a holiday grin out of him for the picture.

He just gave his classic smile refusal face. Look at that attitude.

 

Followed by the Facebook "duck face".

 

And when he thought we weren't looking he whispered his Christmas list to Santa and we snatched a decent shot.

 

At least he didn't cry.

Ronan Rocks Out

I cleaned out my phone today to make room for some terrible pop music. Embarrassing pop music. The kind of stuff you hope nobody sees that you own.

It has only one use for me: work out music. There is something about trashy, crappy pop that makes the best gym music. Don't tell anybody that I dumped videos of my kid for a "Ke$ha" album. What can I say? She makes me want to work out. And anybody who can inspire that is pretty amazing in at least that respect.

In the phone dump process I found a video of Ronan rocking out to some heavy metal. He calls metal "scary" and is always requesting "scary songs" in the car followed by "Turn it up Mom!"

 

And to further prove I am a metal lover at heart and a cool lady, here is a picture of me in the bathroom at a Rob Zombie concert. I am wearing some "before I became a Mom" clothes and making a classic Facebook duck face. It's pretty hot.

Look What I Can Do

Go Me. It is finally done. Whew!

Spotted Santa

Ronan spotted Santa at Costco. He was so excited but too shy to say hi.

Checking It Twice

So I am done with:

-1.5 Sewing projects

-2 Weddings

-Christmas Cards

-Christmas Photos for my pal Marissa

and I am up at two in the morning listening to John and his/my buddies make fun of Facebook in the living room.

I have always wondered what "boys" talk about. I was always surrounded by girls. ONLY girls.

Boys were a total mystery to me.

Now I know that they are disgusting, hilarious, and completely unconcerned with things girls would spend their time chatting about. They hardly gossip at all. Crazy.

They certainly don't stay up until 2:00am to blog and sew.

Here is a throw back to my favorite dudes all the way back on July 4, 2006.

Boys may be fabulous and disgusting, but my boy will be clean as long as I have a say. Even if I have to fight him every night to brush those cute little teeth.

Goodnight.