Can I get a little help here?

The morning of Randy's dad's funeral, I came home from a long night at work (I work from 6pm to 6:30am, and that night I had to attend THREE deliveries on top of my babies in the NICU!). Soooo... I was pretty exhausted and my day was only getting started. Randy was in the bathroom when I walked in and asked me if I would help him trim up his hair. He wanted me to make the back just a little bit shorter. I watched him place an attachment on the razor (which I assumed would allow some distance between the razor and his scalp). He handed me the razor and I began to "trim" up the back of his head. As I completed my first pass up the back, I was horrified to notice that things did not go as he probably intended...

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Unfortunately for Randy, and very fortunate for myself, I am quite good at only being "horrified on the inside". Randy had no idea what I had done. I wasn't sure if I was going to tell him either. For a moment I reassessed my options. I could:

1. Continue as if nothing has happened, leaving a giant bald strip in the back, and just hope nobody mentioned it.

2. Attempt to "fix" the hair, again, without Randy knowing what I had done.

3. Fess up.

I was highly reluctant to tell him what I had done. Unfortunately, circumstances demanded that I take the high road. I couldn't let him go like this to a funeral for his dad, right? Or could I???

Yes, I told him and Randy had to shave his entire head that morning. Oopsie!

For my husband. I know this is how he feels right now.

Funeral Blues

by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

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He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;

For nothing now can ever come to any good

Those eyes!

We have an appointment with the opthamologist today...

not a moment too soon!

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Playing in the snow!

Laughter

I have found that through nearly a decade of knowing my husband, there is nothing more enjoyable than watching him laugh. Not that little chuckle of his, but rather that throw-his-head-back-and-smile-so-big-that-his-eyes-smoosh-together laugh. Unless you know Randy VERY WELL, you will never see this display of amusement. But I am lucky enough to have a front row seat. For me this is joy...
Last night was my mother-in-law's birthday... we all met at Disneyland for a few hours of fun. Every few hours it snows along Main Street. (Bubbles, actually) Randy and Lacy were caught in a snow storm and we managed to get a few pictures!

Remembering...

Randall Craig Isley. March 5, 1950 - November 22, 2007.

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for a father-in-law that loved me. I am thankful that I was there to tell him I loved him in his final hours of life. I am thankful that every Thanksgiving from this day forward I will spend part of that day missing him and remembering how hard he fought to live. I love you old man...

Thanksgiving...

Happy Thanksgiving! Won't be around the computer for a few days, but I will post pics as soon as I get a chance!

-Jo

You're a DOCTOR?

Lacy had a Dr. appointment today. Our appointment was at the pediatric teaching hospital with a resident MD. After interviewing us, the resident is supposed to go and run everything by the attending MD. So after we met with the resident, Lacy and I waited in the room for the attending MD to come into the room and talk to us. The doctor knocked on the door and as I looked up to greet the Attending Doctor (the head person!) I looked right into a very familiar face. Not a face I was expecting. I haven't seen this person in nearly eight years, when she had just failed out of her first year of medical school... evidently she made it through.

I can now say, based upon my personal experience, that it is not easy to take medical advise from a girl I used to party like a rock star with. It was a bit awkward in the room. I didn't think it was the best time to bring up the "old days" since neither of us probably remembered much... just a whole lot of tequila. I am sure that we are both glad to have those reckless days of being 22 and stupid very far behind us now.

Baby pics

One of Lacy's nurses from her old facility (Totally Kids) brought over some baby pictures of Lacy. It's nice to have something more than just pictures of her from the age of 3.

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For a while there she had a very unfortunate lack of hair... lots of bald patches...clearly she has moved on from that stage.

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Lacy all dressed up for Halloween '05 (I am guessing)

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This last picture is of Lacy when she still had a crib. The first time I was ever at TK and I saw these "cribs" I about fell over. I started calling the place "Totally Kids in Cages". After a while I got used to the idea, but this picture took me back to the very first time I was there. It is a very different world.

. I am of the opinion that Lacy has done quite well out of captivity.

I need a little privacy...

Lacy is starting to "need a little privacy" in the bathroom. However, I am not allowed to close the door (per Lacy). So this is the solution that she has managed to come up with.

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Mexican Wrestler...

Are we the only ones who see a similarity here?

Sicko.

Spent the entire night in the ER with Lacy. Kiddo has Bronchiolitis. We are a little nervous, but I am sure she will be just fine. More details later!

My Little Meteorologist

It's sunny and beautiful in Yucaipa today. As I hopped onto a crowded 10 fwy this morning to take Lacy to preschool, I noticed some darkness ahead of us. As we crawled into Redlands, I could barely see the few cars ahead of me.

Me: "Oh No! I think there is another fire around here. I better call Daddy and ask if there was anything on the news about it this morning". (I was at work till 6:30 am)

Lacy: "We should call Daddy." (hmmm... glad you suggested that, Lace...)

We called Daddy and he knew nothing... I decided to roll down the window and sniff the air (Cramers can feel free to keep their snide comments to themselves, thank you). It didn't smell like smoke. Maybe it was just really thick fog.

Me: Maybe it's not smoke.

Lacy: It's fog, Mommy.

Me: I don't know, Lacy. It's just so dark.

Lacy: It's fog, Mommy.

Let me digress for a moment to explain that a few weeks ago it was foggy out and I took the opportunity to explain to Lacy everything there was to know about the weather. It was a very big deal, and we discussed the intricacies of fog at great length... so I have no doubt that she holds her knowledge of all things weather-related in high regard.

Me: It's cold outside, and there isn't any ash in the air...

Lacy: Mom, I told you IT'S FOOOOOOOOGGGG!

Turns out it was fog. Her preschool teacher said so.

Lacy: See, I said so.

Cramer Time

Lacy had a doctor's appt this morning. I had no idea how long the whole thing was going to take, but I didn't think I'd be able to do it alone. I worked the last few nights and I work again tonight, so I was afraid I'd fall asleep or something. I decided to enlist the grandparents and have them go with me to make sure we were all safe... the appt went very fast, and we ended up at the park... Lacy was in HEAVEN! When my parent's left, she climbed up in the truck and refused to get out. My dad said, "don't you want to go with them?"

Lacy: "Nope"

Randy and I walked away and she didn't do a single thing... she was waiting for my parents to drive her to their house! She wasn't pleased when we had to take her out of their truck and watch them leave. On the way back into the house she said, "oh well, Grammy is going to call me later when I'm done with my nap!"

Happy Anniversary

Today marks the two year anniversary of my blog. Two freaking years, baby! By now it seems like everyone has a blog... but it is pretty satisfying knowing that I have been going at this bad boy for quite a while. I think this whole tenacity thing is finally starting to kick in!

And yes Becky... I realize that you have been blogging much longer than I have...