Who Is This Masked Man

Those beautiful eyes belong to someone I know.  He makes me smile.

Noah's Broken Bones

So, I get a call Monday night around 8pm.  The voice on the other end says "Noah has broken his arm and we are headed to the emergency room"  It took me a while to realize she was not joking.  After football practice Noah had went with some friends to the skating rink.  While leaving the rink...yes I did say "while leaving"... Noah was walking on this little two foot ledge and lost his balance and fell.  

I told our friends to take him to Physicians' Specialty Hospital's emergency room and I would meet them there.  I might have drove a little fast.   All I could think of was that child was hurt and of course he needed his momma to be there.   On my way to the hospital I called the couple that we always call in an emergency.  The Deweys.... we are so blessed to have them in our lives.  They came over to keep the rest of the kids so Tim could head to the hospital and be with us.  At that point we didn't know how bad it was and how long we would be there.  They were already taking x-rays when I got there.  We decided to go ahead and have an IV so that Noah could have pain medication.

Everyone at the hospital was great.  I think the only time that Noah cried a little bit was when he got the IV.  Hallelujah the nurse got it on the first try. 

This is what I saw when I got to the hospital.

 

 

I always wondered how someone could know for sure that something was broken without taking and x-ray.  Now I know.  

They sent the x-rays to Dr. Cox and he looked at them on his home computer.  He came up to the hospital and set his arm before we went home.  Momma and Dad had to leave during this.  We were welcome to stay but I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it.  There is just something about seeing your baby in pain.

The above x-rays are before the bones were set and the ones below were after they were set. 

We went back to the doctor on Wednesday and the doctors said everything looked great and he will get his real cast in a week.  He has to wear a cast that goes above his elbow for about three weeks and then a short cast for about three more weeks.  Noah will not get to play his last two football games but we are hoping that by the time basketball season gets here he will be almost completely healed up.  If God chooses to speed up the healing process that would work well for us and his basketball team lol.  He can play sports with the shorter cast but of course it will just be a little more difficult.

Sorry if the whole xrays and broken bones is kinda gross I just wanted Noah to be able to look back and see it.

Things are always changing

Starting November 1st I will be working full time at the University of Arkansas Foundation.  This will be the first time for me to work full time since Noah was born 10 years ago.  I am a little nervous to say the least.  The big boys will be going to the after school program and Ti will have to change what he has been currently dong also.  We had always planned for me to go back to work full time when the kids were in school .... but God provided this opportunity a little early.  So if you could say a little prayer for me next week it would be appreciated.

Noah - Double Digits

I can't believe my first born is 10.   Where has the time gone?  

Noah wanted to have some friends over to play some flag football for his birthday party.  We ate pizza and he requested ice cream cake for the dessert.  I think everyone enjoyed themselves.

 

Yes shirts are not required for a birthday party at the Disheroon's house.  I know we are just cool like that. hehe

For confidentiality we can't show Mr. "C" face on the Internet but how do you tell a four year old he can't be in the picture.  Hence the blurry face.

Noah has a couple of best buds.  They spent the night after the party.

 

Noah,

I am so glad God decided to give you to us.  I am so very proud of you.  You seem to be good at anything you try.  Currently you are playing football but your favorite sport is basketball.  All your teachers talk about how smart and all around good kid you are.   When they talk about how they can trust you to do what's right that makes this Mommy's heart jump for joy.   You are not only very competitive in sports but also in anything else you try.  Currently you are trying to be the leader in your Awana group.  I hope as you get older your take all your God given abilities and your determination and do great thing for God.  I have noticed how your peers look to you for direction.  I know as you grow in your love of the Lord you will be directing those around you to the Jesus that you know.  When I hear you pray lately it seems that Jesus is becoming more and more real to you.  This makes a mommas heart jump for joy too.  Noah there are many, many things that you do to make me proud but nothing could make me prouder than to know you love Jesus and are one of his followers.  Noah I love you and am so happy I have been your mom for the last 10 years.

Things are Wild and Crazy

What changes when you add two extra kids to the mix.

1.  It is impossible to keep up with the laundry and you might as well forget about getting the socks mated.  I am actually considering just buying all new ones.


2.  You will never eat a relaxing meal again.   

3.  It takes hours and I do mean hours to get everyone bathed and ready for bed.

4.  You can never have enough cereal in the pantry.

5.  The volume in your house is always and I do mean always very very loud.

6.  You need to start loading the car with kids at least ten minutes before you actually want to leave your house.

7.  And the very best thing that happens when you add an extra two kids to the mix.....God gives you super natural strength to get through the day when you are serving him.

This foster parent thing is definitely one of the most difficult things I have ever done but I have been blessed.  What a blessing it is to be able to tell a child that God made them and loves them that has never even heard about God before.  And when a child doesn't have a clue what you are all holding hands doing before you eat and then in just a few weeks reaches out to grab your hand before you say the prayer at supper.  Or to be putting clothes on a little girl and she reaches up and gives you a big kiss and a smile and at that point you know what she is thinking even though she is not able to communicate with you verbally.  Yes words just can't express just how blessed I am.

Where I am From

So I am trying to expand my horizons.  I was reading on Mary Kay's Blog and was presented with a challenge.  I am not a writer.  After all I am accountant...they are not suppose to have to write just count and do math.  So anyway Mary Kay is a writer and a very good one and I wanted to see if I could complete this writing assignment also.  Nothing like a good challenge.  Anyway so here is my attempt.


I am from blue ice cream at the local drug store, from beef Rice A Roni with rotel and buttered white bread.
 
I am from the old church parsonage with swinging doors between rooms and gold carpet.  From where the window rattle each time the train goes by because you are only two houses away from the tracks.  From where you are known by what side of the tracks you live on.
 
I am from honeysuckle bushes in the back yard (oh the sweetness), and pecan trees all around.  From where the rice fields are flooded and the mosquitoes are so thick you can hit hundreds as you twirl around in circles with your arms held wide.
 
I am from eating dinner together at the table each night and saying the blessing beforehand, from Granny Younger's chocolate gravy, and Grandma Koone's pineapple upside down cake and Aint (just spelling it how it is pronounced) Lane's bread . 
 
I am from stubbornness and Godliness mixed up into one.
 
From "Telling the truth even if it takes the hide" and "Do whats right".
 
I am from Baptist three times a week attender.  If the doors are open we are going to be at the church.  From standing on a concrete block in the baptistry to be seen over the edge to playing hide and seek through out the old church building or skating around the poles on the concrete basement floors.
 
I'm from Pocahontas hospital that is now an old folks home, Tuckerman and its rice fields, and Osage with its mountains.  Thirty minutes from the closest Walmart and fifteen to the closest gas station.  Where one must always remember to get gas before you head home.  From where you have roast or fried chicken on Sundays along with mashed potatoes with whoever is the guest for that Sunday. 
 
From the IGA with the bottle rocket battles in the parking lot, the store that is only open when the sawmill is running and if you need ice just leave the money in the cooler.   From where if you do anything wrong your parents will know about it before you get home because everyone knows your father. 
 
I am from the desk drawer full of pictures.  Where you only have a few of when you were a child giving your sibling leverage to convince you that you were adopted.  Where the refrigerator was lined with three pictures are now is lined with grandchildren, eleven in all.

So that is where I from....Where are you from?

 So if you would like to participate and need the template click the link below.  I copied it from Mary Kay's blog.
From Mama Kat's Weekly Writing Workshop suggestion, .  Here is the original template.  A description of the exercise is here.  Pretty please join in the fun, and write your own!!  Let me know if you do!