A while back I made plans for my mom to come and visit. She usually makes it out for a visit every fall and I always look forward to it. But plans rarely go off without a hitch, right?!
My dad had open heart surgery a couple weeks ago and my mom was on the fence as to whether she would be able to come visit. I went into problem solving mode and booked my dad a ticket to join her. I was fully aware of the possibility of them canceling if he wasn’t feeling up to it or if he didn’t get doctor clearance.
But everything was looking so good. I’ve been working the last week to get the house in order, clean out our guest room (the dumping room) and even went grocery shopping yesterday. I talked with my mom every day to make arrangements and to make sure everything was good with my dad. Every time she asked the same question – is everyone healthy? Yep – not even a little cold.
They were supposed to leave their house at 9:30 this morning and head to the airport.
This morning at 6am Cannon came downstairs and threw up. When he came into our room crying I knew that was probably the end of my parents hopes of visiting. By 7am I was on the phone with my mom telling her the awful news and shortly after we were cancelling their tickets.
I was so bummed. I love when my parents come for a visit. My dad was going to lay low and do a lot of walking in our beautiful weather and my mom and I had a list of things we wanted to do together. We had kid’s games we were going to attend…it was going to be a great week to see a lot of the kids activities and spend time with us in our natural environment (as crazy and chaotic it may be at times).
Even as I write this, I’m still bummed about the whole thing. There was no way we could chance my dad getting a stomach bug – but seriously?? Cannon throws up three hours before they need to leave for the airport? What are the chances?
Clearly they were not meant to be here and Cannon throwing up was the one thing that would ensure they wouldn’t come. That’s the only thing that makes me feel better about the whole situation. It was out of our control and it played out just as it needed to play out. It’s just a hard pill to swallow.
And yes, I was online today trying to figure out when I could rebook them!
This picture of Hallie blowing a bubble from her 6-year-old bubble party sits on the shelf in my office. I love her expression with her tongue hanging out of her mouth in excitement and I love the way the sun reflects off the bubble.
8 years later and she is even better at making ginormous bubbles and she’s learned to do with her mouth closed!
I’m not one to reinvent the wheel so when I throw a successful kid’s birthday party, I mentally file it away and save it for another kid.
Hallie’s 6-year-old bubble party was a smashing success and I knew it would be the just right party for Cannon’s 6-year-old party.
I may have been wrong.
Despite what social media tells us, parties don’t always go as planned and it’s not always rainbows and butterflies and bubbles!
For the record, Cannon loved his party and had no clue that we were putting out fires left and right. It was almost comical. The kids loved all the activities but for whatever reason there was one problem or another and this kid was crying and then another was and so-and-so kept popping their bubbles, and this person isn’t sharing the wands…and that’s how it went.
I’m a photographer and I never have a problem hosting a party and shooting the photos, ever. But after this party, I had very few photos. We were just holding on until the end of the party!
Like I said before, Cannon was clueless and the kids walked away happy but Steve and I were both scratching our heads saying, “We’ve thrown this party before – but with much different results!” That’s just how it goes sometimes. At least we sent them home so fresh and so clean, clean!
Before Scott went back to school, we had some therapy dates (he has hours and hours of therapy at the hospital every week, but he also has home exercises he has to do multiple times a day.). Briggs thought it was a special play date for him with Hunter’s friend but really the play date was for Scott.
We had a list of therapy exercises we had to go through – some harder than others – before we could receive any rewards – like meeting all his buddies at school for lunch! Which happened to be the best motivation for him.
One exercise that Briggs liked to help with was the putty prizes. Scott used his fingers to pull out little beads and other surprises from the putty and Briggs got so excited he started pulling out the prizes for him! Which defeats the purpose of the exercise so we made it a fun game for Briggs to hide the prizes back in the putty!
Briggs’ second favorite therapy exercise was playing Sorry. Scott was a good sport as Briggs moved his pieces all over the board and changed the rules every time he flipped a card over. But Scott was able to get his finger exercises in regardless of the changing of the rules!
As much as Briggs loved having a friend visit during the day, we’re all grateful Scott’s back in school!
Here’s something you may not know about Steve – if he’s in a group of people and there is a baby, he will at some point be holding that baby.
It’s so cute and tender and I think most people believe he just really loves babies and may even misunderstand that to believe he wants more babies.
But the fact of the matter is he always asks to hold babies because he is looking to relieve the mother/father of their bouncing arm duties. He has been that tired parent and wants to lend a hand (or arm).
I think this stems back to Hallie as a baby – and she was so hard – and anytime someone was willing to hold her we jumped at the chance to get a break. He now repays that favor any chance he can get. It’s usually younger babies he holds because babies start to develop an attachment to parents the older they get.
Sometimes it’s at kids basketball games (like the picture above), or at church, in our home or even strangers on an airplane (you wouldn’t believe how many exhausted mothers are willing to hand their baby to a stranger when they’re on a plane and there’s no threat of them running off with the baby!).
But he’ll just hold that baby, and rock and sway them for just long enough for the parents to have a little break. He’s the baby whisperer.
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