July 2020

We started out the month of July in one of our favorite places up north.  Opal is doing better and better on car rides, but we still have a little bit to go.  Lots of snacks and a giant bag of suckers got us there with minimal screaming.  I had to laugh when after using almost half of the wet wipe supply we had packed for the trip, the girls passed me up a doll with a questionable brown substance on her foot.  I about lost it when Will ate it off of the doll's foot and said, "mmmm, a melted chocolate covered raisin" in order to save our dwindling wet wipe supply.  Bold move Will, bold move.

We arrived up north in time to unpack and check out our favorite beach, which we hadn't been to since last year.  Social distancing was no problem - we were often the only people at this beach, which is why we love this location so very much.  We have seen bald eagles fly over the water, and the scenery is breathtaking.

We spent time at the beach every single day for the week we were up north, and found that the sweet spot for no sunburns and no other people was after 4 p.m. every day.  We stayed a few hours, and then went home for a late dinner.

A few days it was even warm enough for me to get into the water.  Mostly I was the snack and towel manager while I tried to read a few pages in my book.  There is a certain level of calm and peace that takes over our family at the beach.  It is the sweet spot, and if I could, I would spend every warm and sunny summer day at a secluded beach with my family.

In the mornings we took a hike.  The kids had varying degrees of love and hate for this part of the day.  I cannot say that any level of calm or peace overcomes our family on the trail.  My kids are seasonal hikers - they prefer hikes in spring and fall when the mosquitoes are less and the temperatures are cooler.  Will and I enjoy hikes at any time of the year and someday we hope that peace will prevail on hikes like they do at the beach.

One of our favorite trails has wild blueberries on it, and we were a few weeks too early this year to pick them.  But, another trail that we enjoy had painted lady slipper wildflowers in bloom, which we have usually been a few weeks too late for.  

Opal is at that awkward age where she is too big for a backpack carrier (in her opinion) and too short to manage a full hike on her own two legs.  Will was a major team player and carried her for most of our hikes along with a loaded down backpack filled with water for six and of course, Opal's beloved Meow Meow.  I am in awe of Will's endurance on our hikes and would you believe he complains the least!?  

Lucy brought her camera and took some amazing photos.  I also enjoyed the fact that I no longer am the only person documenting our family's memories.  I'm showing up in more photos because Lucy is taking them!

We made a day trip to Mackinaw Island and were a bit disappointed this year.  Not only was the island too crowded for our sense of safety with social distancing, but the bike path was closed only 10 minutes into our ride (of a usually two hour ride).  It would have been nice if the bike rental place told us that before we rented the bikes.  We headed back early, due to no bike path to ride around and too many people in the town for us to feel comfortable.  We did get ice cream before we headed back though, and we are hoping next year will be better on all fronts!

We saw some gorgeous wildflowers on our hikes, and Lucy took some beautiful photos of them.

The weather was perfect all week - no rain, and warm enough to enjoy the beach, but not too warm to make being outside miserable.  There was one hike where we didn't bring enough water (we didn't realize how long the hike was going to be as we had never hiked this particular trail before) and Violet started to overheat, but we made it back to the car in time to get her the water she needed before she felt too terrible.  It was a good reminder though of how we need to be prepared, especially on hikes we have never done before and also how we need to vacation in cooler locations if we want to be able to enjoy being outside.  On our way out of town after our week up north, we ran into a Fourth of July parade, and were impressed by the high school double decker steel drum band that ended the parade.  It was hard to leave that blissful week, and Will and I are hoping to someday have property of our own up there where we can go up whenever we want, and not have to worry about booking months in advance to reserve a spot.

Not long after we got back home, Will and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary.  We've had way worse anniversaries, but this one was interesting to say the least.  We do not feel comfortable eating in restaurants yet, so we got take out to eat at a park, but ended up eating it in a Meijer parking lot as there was a torrential down pour right after we got our food.  Due to the weather, we couldn't take our hoped for hike either, so we ended up shopping for new towels instead.  I jokingly sent a text to my younger sister that terry cloth is the traditional 16th wedding anniversary gift and she responded in a shocked and sarcastic way that we were winning at the marriage game.  Ha!  The kids made us adorable cards, and Lucy made us strawberry rhubarb cobbler.  There are some perks to each marriage anniversary, and now I can say that at 16 years, our kids are winning at the present game.

We celebrated a friend's birthday outside, as well as a get together with my side of the family.  We hadn't seen most of my family since Christmas and it was so nice to be together again.  One of the perks of COVID is that we are all spending more time outdoors, and I think this is wonderful.  I had to laugh when at our friend's birthday party the kids came up with a dance party which was a great way to play and still be socially distanced.  Another laugh came when we arrived at my parents house carrying Opal's portable potty and expected some teasing as we put it in the house.  A half hour later, my brother and his family showed up and sheepishly carried the same portable potty into my parents house for their daughter!  Twinsies!

Charlie doesn't care about social distancing, and seems to be warming up to our neighbor's cat.  My neighbor and I will text each other when we see them hanging out together, and even though Charlie still pretends to not care about Otis, the next door cat, they seem to be spending more and more time together.  I had to laugh when the girls made an elaborate blanket fort in the backyard, and Charlie spent more time in it than the kids did.

July was hot, and we spent time in our backyard with the slip and slide and one time with our kiddie pool. Only one time with the pool as it broke, and pools are sold out everywhere, another result of COVID.  Unless you want to pay four times their value, which we didn't.

There is an ice cream truck that stalks our house after buying from it one time.  The kids have resigned themselves to almost never getting ice cream from the ice cream truck, but they used a box or two and made their own ice cream truck which Will and I found clever and adorable.

Lucy and Violet enjoy picking bouquets for me from our yard, and this past month Will and Violet made an American Girl doll-sized guitar out of wood.  The girls also enjoyed putting blankets in the shade of one of our trees and reading in the afternoons.  This usually ended when Charlie became a pest and would lay on top of the page they were reading, or kept walking all over them, or when a bug too big for their liking decided to join them.  No cats and no bugs allowed! 

Will was home more in July and did some home improvements around the house and yard.  I think Will would be perfectly content puttering around the house fixing things if we were independently wealthy and he didn't have to work a day job.  Emma usually is Will's assistant, and sometimes Opal also gets involved.  Shirts and pants are optional.

Lucy is really getting good at baking.  Some goodies she baked included a berry cake, blueberry muffins and peach cobbler this past month.  Our garden produced raspberries, blackberries and blueberries, but not many made it into the house as Opal can eat her weight in berries.  I love that they can go outside and pick themselves a snack.  We got a few early tomatoes this month too.  I also have been treating myself to personal-sized oatmeal bakes in the morning with rhubarb and almonds or pears and apples with walnuts.  Delicious!  I make them in bulk, and then take one out the night before so it is thawed by morning.  Much better for summer than eating my usual hot bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.

Will's extra time off in July allowed me to get some good work done on my new business and on my book.  It is a bit overwhelming to look at the big picture, but I am trying to take it all one step at a time.  The kids made me bead art in the phases of the moon to inspire me.

They did lots of kid-led arts and crafts this past month, and I just love seeing their creativity.  Lucy made a monarch, swallowtail and blue morpho butterfly out of bead art.  The kids did stencil art, and Lucy made a nest for her stenciled birds out of dried grass.  The top, right hand picture below shows the pictorial directions Violet made on How to Make a Guitar Out of Wood.

These sisters drive me crazy with their fighting and melt my heart with their love for each other.  At the end of the day, though, I know there is love.  Here they are below, doing each other's hair, and putting on a show for Will and I in our basement.

We look forward to the month of July every year as there is no school, and Will is home with us more.  As usual, July went by way too fast!

Opal at 28 Months

Opal got her cast off at the beginning of June and did great with the actual removing of the cast with the saw and the loud noise.  We brought noise canceling headphones, suckers, and everything Elmo.  We also role played how the cast removal would go for several days leading up to it. What I did not anticipate however was the severe anxiety that Opal has for riding in the car since she broke her arm.  She screamed in terror all the way to the doctor's office, each bump or turn prompting new levels of screams, and by the time we pulled in the parking lot I was seriously considering calling from our car to cancel her appointment - which is saying a lot, considering I had been counting down the days like a kid awaiting Christmas for this cast to be off.  It was just Opal and I, and I didn't know how she was going to handle the x-rays and removal if she couldn't handle the car ride.  With a sucker in her mouth (she was too terrified to be pacified by a sucker on the drive there) we got our temperature checks (I'm shocked I didn't have a fever because I was sweating like I did from the drive there) and rode the elevator up to the doctor's office while I practiced deep breathing and prayed to God for strength.  And wouldn't you know, as soon as we stepped off of the elevator, besides some hiccups and a splotchy red, tear-stained face, you would never know she had an issue on the way there.  The gray hair on my head is definitely from Opal.    

Thankfully Opal meets the height and weight requirements needed for a forward facing carseat, so we switched her seat and it has helped over a period of a few weeks for her to calm down.   As I type this, it is two months out now, and she is doing fine in the car, however we now have a sucker addict on our hands who thinks that every car ride still equals a sucker.  We are down to one sucker a day.  Her anxieties have moved on to other things.  We are still on the struggle bus, and she is definitely working through something triggered by her broken arm.  She has fits screaming that she is falling and is scared to sit in her high chair unless Will or I (or both of us if we are there), put our feet on the legs of the chair while she eats to ensure its stability.  Most recently, she wants her arm off, does not want her arm anymore, and can we please take it off?

I do think that the broken arm saga has occurred at a developmental milestone in Opal's life that seems a tad unfortunate.  She is definitely in the throes of being two, and is fiercely independent and knows her own mind very clearly.  I think her growing knowledge of the world has led to a lot of fears and she is struggling to move past them.  It breaks my heart and exhausts me at the same time.  I've seen a meme that says, "I don't have a favorite child, but I have a child that I try really hard not to wake up."  In the below photo, Opal has just woken up (on the wrong side of the bed) and is adamantly telling me why she is upset: her cereal is not the same as the one on the box - where are the raspberries that are pictured?!

We go for walks every day, and have done so for most of Opal's life.  She is not content to ride in the stroller now unless there is food.  She just wants to walk.  Will and I cannot get the exercise levels that we need at the pace of two-year-old legs.  So our walks become a hostage negotiation situation, but in this case, we are trying to keep the person hostage.  God bless parents and their abilities of distraction and bribery.  Ultimately, we end up letting her walk for a bit, but always, always, have a food bribe in our back pocket to get her back in her stroller so that we can get home.

In case this post is too raw and honest, I have saved the best for last.  Although these past few weeks have been rough with her, she is still the apple of our eye, and loved beyond measure.  Her little body just snuggles so perfectly into us, and we all live to make her smile or laugh.  Here she is below, getting love from her sisters, who she refers to as "ladies."  She will yell up the stairs when dinner is ready, "LADIES! DINNER TIME!"  At bedtime she will go in her big sisters' room and say, "Good night ladies!"  The bottom, right hand photo below cracked me up so I had to take a picture - I asked Lucy to take one for the team and give Opal a ride around the house in her doll stroller so that I could get something done, and Lucy reluctantly obliged - while continuing to read her book while walking on her knees so she didn't have to stoop.  She'll make a good mom.  

Thank goodness Opal has three older sisters, as she can usually find a playmate if she is persistent enough.  I keep telling Violet that in another year or two, Opal will be a great friend to her.  The brother I played with the most growing up was the same four year age difference as Violet and Opal are.  

For some reason, Opal likes to sit on top of Legos.  Whatever floats your boat, kid!  She loves swinging, and playing outside.  Thank goodness we are going through this rough patch while the weather is nice!

This sweet baby is loved so much.  My mama heart is praying for her anxiety to lessen, and we are also taking her for bodywork at our chiropractor and we have also consulted with Opal's pediatrician and our homeopath physician.  We are confident that this will be a passing stage, and Opal will be back to her happy, dancing self in no time.

Here is my sweet baby below, in clockwise order from top left: having her Elmo smell a twig of lavender that she picked in the backyard, smiling for the camera, and playing with two turtle paper weights - she told me one is the mama and one is the baby, and she is having them kiss.

Sweet baby of mine, as our family favorite toddler storybook that I now recite by heart after reading it to my four girls these past eleven years - I Love You Through and Through by Bernadette Rossetti Shustak says, "I love your happy side, I love your sad side!  I love your silly side, and your mad side....  I love you through and through, yesterday, today and tomorrow too!"

Grateful in June

Our June included a lot of backyard play.  Our state was still on a lockdown for half of the month due to COVID, and even after the strictest lockdown was lifted, we still didn't feel comfortable going back to our regular routine.  The photos below in clockwise order from top left: Lucy showing great managerial skills while Emma totes a bag of play sand with a kid-sized wheelbarrow, Emma blowing bubbles, a driveway bonfire to celebrate the summer solstice, the girls catching fireflies in our driveway, Emma enjoying our tree swing, and Violet posing for a photo for Lucy.

I am also happy to report that the road work in front of our house is complete after almost a month of heavy work every day.  Thank the Lord, and I hope to never take for granted quiet mornings at 6 a.m. or being able to park in my own driveway again.

Charlie is not complaining with all of our time at home, and has enjoyed being close to us outside.  He is a beggar for food, and although we may have just fed him, he is always looking for handouts.  I always say that his early start in life as an orphan has left him perpetually hungry.  Will likes to point out that it is probably the worms that he perpetually has that are constantly leaving him hungry.  Tomato, tomatoe.  The top left photo below my neighbor took when Charlie was hanging on her front porch with her.

Another neighbor has been leaving his car windows open now that the weather is nice.  I looked out my dining room window one afternoon, and saw Charlie climb into our neighbor's car.  I text the below photos to my neighbor, who fortunately, likes cats.  I did have my neighbor promise to do a Charlie check before he goes out.  It does scare me though - what other cars is Charlie exploring?

For Father's Day we visited my Dad on a day where it would just be us and we could maintain social distancing.  The kids yoga teacher came by one day for a socially distanced visit and it was so nice to see their sweet teacher.  We spent a few backyard socially distanced visits with friends, and all of the kids did a great job.  Towards the end of one visit the kids realized that they could do a dance party together while maintaining social distancing!  We met Will's parents at a park for his mom's birthday and the weather was perfect.  I do worry how this type of socializing will impact our kids and the future, however a silver lining is that we are spending more time outside and that can only be a good thing.

We spent the afternoon at the river by our house with friends for a COVID-safe get together, and although it ended in the drama of Violet losing a flip flop and my friend and I almost losing our eldest daughters as they tried to rescue the flip flop from the river current, it did make for some great memories now that we know the only thing that was ultimately lost was the flip flop.  There is nothing like the anger coming forth from two moms who had the fear of losing their children - and Lucy and her friend were reduced to tears as our relief-anger let lose on them both.  It was the first time that I realized that my kids are of an age where they complain about the injustices of their parents to their friends, and even bond over it.  In the below pictures from top left in clockwise order: Lucy, prior to being taken by the river current, Opal, all the friends, all of us on the way to the river, and finally, a giant snapping turtle that was crossing our path ever so slowly.

Here we are below, getting ready for Father's Day in the top, left picture, and then celebrating it with Will in the rest of the photos.  The kids made him Rice Krispie treats for Father's Day as that is one of his favorite treats.

A friend of mine came over one afternoon with a feral kitten she rescued so that it could be socialized with kids.  This little kitty is missing one paw, which only added to the cuteness factor - as if it's possible for a kitten to get any cuter.  This single event has made my kids entire YEAR, and they want a kitten so very badly now.  They are still talking about Rocky the kitty, and don't remember when Charlie used to be that little and cute.  Emma brought Charlie to the front door to meet the kitten with glass between them and Charlie refused to make eye contact.  The kids are mad at me for being allergic to cats, and I wouldn't be surprised if they all become cat ladies when they are older and on their own.

This past month we were finally able to plant the native flowers and sow the native seeds for our mini meadow that we are installing along our driveway.  It is just over 100 feet long and about 10 feet wide.  Our beehives are on this strip of land, and although honey bees are not native, it will still provide pollen and nectar for them as well.  We are already seeing caterpillars and butterflies on our plants, which is so exciting as we were under the impression that it would take a full three years of the plants getting established before we really saw the insects.  So far my thoughts on the mini meadow are that it really is true that if you plant it, they will come.

We harvested a small amount of strawberries from our garden this past month.  Or maybe it wasn't that small, but not very many strawberries made it into the house, now that we have four little berry pickers.  Below is a delicious dessert of strawberry shortcake that Lucy helped me to make with the strawberries from our garden.  When the weather is nice, we like to enjoy our homemade after-dinner desserts on the porch.  It makes it seem that much more special.  Now that we have multiple kids that like baking, Will and I are going to have to start encouraging their culinary skills on breakfast, lunch and dinner or we will have to buy bigger pants to accommodate all of the amazing desserts we are being served!

We ended up buying a flat and a half of strawberries from a local orchard by our house and Will and the girls made their annual double batch of strawberry jam - which is exactly what we go through each year.  The girls also helped me harvest lavender this past month for drying and using in the various products I make for my business.  This was the best lavender harvest I have had to date!  I probably have about fifteen plants total, and for whatever reason, the weather must have been just right for them this year.

With Will working from home, and coming home earlier than usual due to no after school activities while COVID is still around, I have had more time available to me to cook up a new business idea I've been thinking on for several years now.  I have bought a domain name, and am working with vendors in the US to help manufacture some of the items that I will have in herb and mineral care kits to support women in all stages of their life.  I have bought dozens of books from my favorite online used book retailer, and have definitely gone down a rabbit hole when it comes to the history of women, women's bodies, and how to best care for them.  At this point, I have begun writing a book.  I am nervous to put this out into the world that I am even writing a book, because who am I in the grand scheme of things, but at the end of the day, even if the book becomes a pamphlet that I print at home on my dinky printer and pass out for free, the knowledge that I have gained from this interest-led topic has been both fascinating and life-changing for myself and hopefully my four daughters as well.  In the photos below in clockwise order from top left: the moon which has been a big inspiration, custom tea blends that I am making and trying so that I can add them to my care kits, a stack of used books that arrived all on the same day to my house which led Will to tell our sweet postal carrier that "my wife likes books" with her response being, "it could be worse - shoes and purses are pretty darn expensive,"  Charlie hanging out with me as I type, Opal snuggling me as we look at the moon, and finally, an iron paper weight shaped as a turtle that I bought on a whim last year, and has become my constant and steady companion to hold open the books as I type up my notes.  

There is no timeline, and I am being driven purely by my creative passion.  I keep telling myself that if God inspired me to do this, he will provide a way for it to happen.  I do think that a silver lining of COVID, and the fact that I don't have to deal with the learning curve of homeschooling like so many parents have to right now, that I am in a unique position to utilize this time to pull off this dream.  God only knows how this will end, and the timeline for it, but in the meantime, it is a daily exercise in trust for me between feeling vulnerable of failing, and pressed for time.  Let's be honest, I barely had any free time to begin with between being a mom of four, homeschooling, cooking, cleaning, and running my bee business!

It has been good for Will to take on more of the home needs with the kids, and it has been good for me to get out of my usual routine with them as well.  It makes the times spent with the girls more special and I appreciate Will and the girls so much more, knowing that they are all supporting me in this dream.  Here are two craft projects the girls and I did this past month when I wasn't working.  We made nature dresses for ourselves, and milkweed pod babies that we are thinking of turning into Christmas ornaments.  These are the type of activities that the five of us love to do, and I am so grateful for this time with them.

Not long after the quarantine was lifted, the older girls and I wanted to go to a flower farm and nearby antique store that was mostly outside with a friend of mine.  Will and Opal wanted to come too, as they were just so excited at the prospect of going anywhere after months of COVID.  I made Will promise that he would not get cranky due to boredom, and if he made that promise, he could come with us.  He promised, and we had a lovely morning with my friend.  Here we are below at the flower farm.  Lucy LOVED it, and loved the bouquets.

We also were able to finally drop off the crazy amounts of donation items we had accumulated in our basement due to the extra time at home during quarantine.  But, it seems like everyone cleaned out their closets, basements and garages too and so when we went to drop off the items at the now open resale center, the line was wrapped 40 cars long.  When it was finally our turn to pop our trunk and unload the boxes and bags for donation, we were told there was a two box limit.  I called Will to come meet us there on his way home from work, and he got in the line and donated two more boxes, but we were still left with half a car load.  Over the next few weeks we dropped off two boxes whenever we were in the area.  It is always so interesting to see the side affects of COVID from shortages of toilet paper, flour, sidewalk chalk, bikes, coins, puzzles and cleaning supplies to the excess of time and donation items.  Here we are in clockwise order from top left: the line at the donation place, us enjoying our first "not homemade" treat in months, the girls SO happy to have a reason to drive somewhere in the car, our first official "take out" eaten at a park, and the girls posing for a photo for me at the same park.  Another COVID silver lining - all of these otherwise normal activities are so much more joyful now that we have more gratitude for them.

For me, despite the stress and a lack of being able to really predict what the future will hold, COVID has triggered so much gratitude in me, and because of that, joy.  I'm not saying that the days have not been hard - they have been.  The change in our routine and the difficulties with simple things like getting groceries are exhausting.  But, we are all healthy.  The people we love are healthy.  I will no longer take that for granted.  I am at a unique point in my life where my favorite people still live with me, and I am so grateful to be quarantined with them, even though I am exhausted and they never leave the house or yard to give me a moments peace.  I am so grateful that they are here with me, right now, for this unique moment in history.  I am grateful that Will still has a job in these uncertain economic times, and I am grateful that we have a house next to beautiful hiking trails.  I am grateful that we have had extra time to be a family together, to love, to fight, to play and laugh, to eat with and clean up after.  But mostly, I am grateful of simple things that I used to take for granted.

I am exhausted, but oh so grateful to be where I am.

Opal, My Special Little Lady at 27 Months

This little lady broke her arm falling off of our living room couch this past month.  I knew immediately that something was wrong, as she normally has a very high pain tolerance and recovers from bumps and bruises very fast.  She was shaking in pain, and inconsolable, and fortunately Will was only five minutes from home when it happened.  Unfortunately, it was the event that I had been warning my kids against during COVID, where Will and I have been repeatedly telling them to stop whatever risky behavior they are currently doing so as to avoid a trip to the ER.  I didn't see a fall off of the couch on the danger list.  

We opted to drive to the nearest ER, as we didn't know what was exactly hurting on her arm, and couldn't see buckling her into the five-point harness of her carseat.  So Will held her in the backseat while I drove the few blocks to the hospital.  Who knew that our location so close to the hospital would prove to be so convenient time and time again between injuries and Will's kidney stones over the years.  When we got to the ER, we were told that only one parent could go in with Opal, and so we had to make a decision on the spot - I knew that Will could handle Opal's pain better than I could, but I also knew that my mama heart needed to be with her.  I chose to stay, and Will went back home to the older girls who, since we were on quarantine, were going to be situated with a friend's husband sitting in his car in our driveway in the event that our kids needed anything. Unfortunately, the ER doctor was convinced that Opal had a dislocated elbow, and even after x-rays revealed that her elbow was NOT dislocated, he attempted to pop it back in while squeezing the part of Opal's are that had a double fracture.  This was so traumatic for Opal, that as soon as he let go of her arm, she stopped screaming and fell into a deep sleep on me.  My heart was breaking, and I was so upset with the doctor.  When he came back a few minutes later I told him that he would not be touching her arm again without sedation.  He responded that he spoke with the on-call Orthopedic and was advised to x-ray her entire arm this time, not just her elbow.  I was shocked when I realized that they hadn't taken an x-ray of her entire arm to begin with - her arm is not that big and I just ASSUMED that the x-rays included her entire arm.  The next time the x-ray machine came in, I made sure to look at the x-rays myself and with no medical training what so ever I could see the double fracture in her arm, just below her elbow.  The doctor came back in and humbly apologized to me, for which I am grateful, but I am still trying to forgive myself for not being a better advocate for Opal.  At the end of the day, I just didn't know and I know that all doctors are under so much stress from COVID.  It is what it is, but unfortunately, the rest of our month was spent with a little girl who began to have some major anxieties.

Our nurse told us that it was her first day on the job, and was unable to answer most of our questions. She did do a fine job of wrapping Opal's arm in a soft, temporary cast as we waited for the swelling on Opal's arm to go down and for us to get an appointment with an orthopedic to put a hard cast on her arm in a few days.  Getting a hold of an orthopedic to cast her arm was another nightmare, as during COVID no doctor was taking on new patients.  I'm sorry, but my two year old does not have a chart at an orthopedic!  She is two!  After getting our pediatrician involved, we were able to get an appointment a few days later with an orthopedic who took good care of Opal from there on out.  In the above pictures are Opal relaxing in a chair outside with her soft cast, some curls on the back of Opal's head - it seems like her hair is taking forever to show up! - and finally, the amount of cups and drinks at her spot at the table, because it is impossible to tell the baby of the family "no" under normal circumstances but it is impossible times infinity to tell the baby of the family "no" when she has a little baby cast on her arm!

The physician's assistant that mostly worked with us at the orthopedic was named Luke.  I took this as a very good sign, and the young man even had a head of curly hair, which is how I've always imagined our Luke to look like.  Opal was in good hands with Luke, and I am certain that her brother Luke in heaven arranged the entire thing.  Opal was given the choice of cast colors, and very confidently and insistently said "Pink."  When Luke picked up the pink wrap, she shook her head and pointed to a slightly different shade of pink.  It made me happy to see that she was a girl who knew her own mind.  The other crazy thing is that it is the same color my cast was for a broken wrist when I was in third grade.  Each time we went back for a check up, I told her that they may decide to put a different cast on, and each time Opal was prepared with a different color that she was going to pick.  One time it was orange, and the next time it was blue.  She ended up keeping the same cast on for the entire month however, and our neighbor gave her cast stickers and a cast tattoo which Opal enjoyed putting on and then picking off.  

The first couple of nights were ROUGH.  She kept smacking herself in the face with her cast, waking her up frightened and battered and she was in pain.  It was like having a newborn baby again.  Things gradually got better, but she is still not sleeping that well.  I never thought I would say that I was happy that we finally found a TV show that Opal would sit for, but when it's been days with sleep deprivation and your thirty pound toddler refuses to be set down, it came as such a relief when we accidentally found out that she loves a YouTube channel with cute and funny pet videos.  Here she is in the above photo, happier than we have seen her all month, watching videos on our TV of cats and dogs doing silly and adorable things.

Opal's Godparents sent her up some lovely get well gifts from Florida that really made Opal feel special, and lots of other friends made beautiful get well cards for Opal.  She started feeling proud and offering to show whoever we were Facetiming her cast.  I think she realized that it was a great attention getter.  In the above photos, Opal is playing with her presents from her Godparents. In the below, left-hand picture, Opal is planting flower seeds in a pot that she painted herself, another gift from her Godparents.

Most of Opal's fears this past month were centered on falling - she had a traumatic time riding in the car and kept screaming "I'm falling!  I'm falling!" any time we went over a hill or hit a bump.  No amount of distraction or treat bribery would detract her from her fears and the only good thing about quarantine was we only had to put her in the car to take her to her orthopedic appointments.  She also was afraid to sit in her highchair, for fear of falling and for some reason was scared of loud noises as well.  This was very inconvenient timing, seeing as the road in front of our house was being torn up during this entire ordeal with loud and heavy machinery every single day.

It was a rough month, but our little lady found moments of fun and happiness.  Here she is below, posing for the camera.  We had three shirts that fit over her cast, and we managed to put them on rotation, and all three outfits are featured in the photos below.

 Lucy found a tree by our house in the local cemetery that was dropping an amazing amount of flower petals and did a photo shoot with Opal playing in the fallen petals.  It was fun and healing for Will and I to watch Opal playing in the moment, with no anxiety or fears.  I also took heart in the fact that as I carried Opal into the medical building for one of her checkups, she was quietly singing to herself a song from one of the Muppets movies..."I've got everything that I need, right in front of me!"  She can't be that traumatized if she is signing as I carry her into the doctor's office, right?

I have been known to call my daughters "little Lady," and when they are being ridiculous, I refer to them as my "special Lady".  When Opal was throwing an anxiety induced fit this past month, she stopped, looked at me, and said in a sad voice, "no special Lady, mama, no special Lady."  Oh, Opal, my sweet and always special little Lady, my heart hurts when my little Ladies are hurting!  Here's to a month of healing in both body, mind and spirit!