and the mystery deepens

There are many times in my life where small things occur and I shrug them off as meaningless annoyances. Example, grape tomatoes spilling out in my car at 9pm after a long day. So when I go back and dissect that, I firmly believe there was a reason those tomatoes spilled out in my car. Small as it might be, I was suppose to be there at 9pm searching in the darkness for these specific tomatoes. Of course, it can go much further then that. What if I had bought a different container? what if I hadn't hit my brakes to hard? I know this thoughts process is nothing new and has been explored in several movies but when you actually realize it in the moment of what you are doing it can change you in several ways.

So my story begins. We left the specialist yesterday with the mysterious bone back where it belongs. Strongly connected and clearly visible on screen. Our little precious angel was whole again (not that a bone makes you whole, you know what I mean) and we were told we had a normal healthy baby and she could go on living life accordingly. The doctor said it really was a rare happening that a person can move in such a way at the precise moment that it can actually make a bone disappear in x-ray. Covering her butt (maybe) a miracle (maybe) whatever it was, i'll take it. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers, They worked!

A mysterious bone and other strange tales

We begin this tale in a dark, confusing and scary land called
orthopeadic specialist-ville. We were referred to them by our family doctor who just wanted to double check a popping sound in both girls shoulder ligaments. So, a few trips into g.r. later we were told nothing to be concerned of, everything is where it is suppose to be etc...They wanted to monitor Tegan yearly for her hip bone due to some uneveness there.

ah relief. Now here we are a few weeks later and let me just paint a picture for you. A trashed house, cartoons blaring in an effort to distract from any battles that might arise from the 3 year old, and two crabby sick babies pulling on my legs, whining, no, wailing. Throw in some food,clutter, poop, dog fur, dirty dishes, and phone calls and you have my morning. This is all by 8 o clock. So when a number appeared on my phone I didn't recognize, I took a chance and answered it. Glad I did.

It was the Specialist letting me know that because they were so focused on the shoulder's, hip's, etc. They didn't notice that My dear, sensitive Harper was missing her clavicle bone. I didn't really know how to respond, other then make the face I usually do while waiting in line at meijer. To sum it up, we have a consult with the doctor in two weeks to basically drill her and get all the information we can and come up with a treatment plan for her. All I know for sure is that I love my little Harper more then anything and if I could, I would take my clavicle out and give it to her.

As we learn more about this medical mystery I will update accordingly. yikes. Being told your child has a "deformity" is a lot to take in, and even though we are less than a week into processing this, First and foremost, I am banning that word from ever being used to describe my child.

soldiers

It happened again this morning. After my hair was washed *gasp* and dried *heartattack* they were there. 3 of them. Tall, erect, and ready to march.
Three gray hairs. Three people. I named them Landon, Harper and Tegan.

I done blew it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Kndm4wX3g0

A very special birthday, a very sad goodbye, and my new business

Could you think of any better way to spend your 25th birthday?

I think not! My dearest sister Megan is preparing for a most fantastic adventure. I am so happy and excited for her. (and just a wee bit jealous) She is venturing off to the great south. Nashville that is, to follow her passion :the music industry. She has the most excellent taste in all things music and for that reason alone, I think she'll do just fine .Best of luck my lovely sister and we will miss you greatly. We look forward to bringing all the kids to your apartment and trashing it.

I have myself entered a strange period. A post-par tum-trauma-of having twins period, and in this (pause) fog, decided that I am going to be starting up a design consulting business in the fall. I need to stick with what I know, and I also need a creative outlet because I don't know how much more Shaun can take of my thrift store re-designs. He is blind to all things awesome. i.e. my super fab clocks

Oh, and check out this little find:

My little feathered friend. Speaking of...want a fun, inexpensive treat! Get a glass vase and fill it with feathers. You won't be sorry.

So much going on right now. I wish I could just post a million pictures because my brain is sputtering right now.

eyes sometimes lie.....

I am currently collecting photos to write a photographic essay on the

"golden months" of baby hood. We have turned that 6 month corner and

life is hitting its stride.

So until then, feast your eyes on this magnificent little being...

Shaun spotted this little guy on Sunday. I was convinced it was a baby hummingbird.

SERIOUSLY!??!?!

I am obsessed. It's a hummingbird moth and it's my new best friend. Landon was flipping out trying to catch it of course, and eventually it gave up and flew off. I must find the plants this little friend feeds on and grow them all over my yard. Crazy how this bug has existed all this time without me knowing. tragic. Now that I am aware of his presence, I will for sure be watching all the time for visits from my mystical friend.

new lessons

In my large effort these days not to judge, I have had several moments of strange clarity and lessons. I guess I don't really know what to call it. The other day, I finally had my moment.
It was a Sunday morning and I had a killer headache, no meds. Buzzed over to walgreens where I saw a man, pretty dirty/rough looking sitting on a bench. While everyone else walked by (not judging) I noticed he was kind of wobbling, possibly drunk. My initial reaction was whoa, that dudes totally wasted, on a Sunday morning yikes.

So I walked into the store and while I was in there picking out my pain killers and water to wash them down with immediately, I thought to myself, "who am I to shake my finger at that man for what he is" I am bringing him some water because he looks like he needs some bad. The doubt and questing comes flooding in "what if he's offended, what if he's slaps it out of my hand and starts swearing at me" etc. etc....Why not trying to judge am I judging? ugh. So I head outside and he's still there. I slowly approach ready to hand the bottle and walk away when he suddenly stands up and walks off (or rather, stumbles off) which totally burst my courage bubble and I swiftly got back in my car. I don't really know where I am going with this story. I am not telling it to try and make myself feel better for a deed I didn't even get to do. Who knows what the outcome would've been. I guess I just want that dude to know that someone did notice him and didn't shake their head at him, and didn't feel sorry for him, in fact, if Landon was there, he probably would've walked right up to him and called him a "ductor"