Archive for April, 2012

Brother Sheep Plays Ball!

The wind was BLOWING – and GO was thrilled to be there (in team colours)!

Tonight GO, B10 and I headed out to watch Brother Sheep play ball.  It was REALLY fun, lots of good fellowship – the Caterpillars had a blast, and I think GO was especially thrilled to have Sister Sheep with her.

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I can’t wait until next year when she can play!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(


Ken Don’t Lie

This post is only important if you love corn on the cob.  Skip it if you don’t.  Just saying.

First – watch this YouTube Video.  Delight in the Joy that is Ken.

Second – show this video to a 3 year old who then will ask you continually for corn on the cob.  CONTINUALLY.  Put her to bed promising corn on the cob for dinner the next night.  Get woken up at 7:30 am by a little voice saying “wake up, Mummy, it’s CORN ON THE COB TIME!”  Try to explain when dinner is and when it is NOT.

Third – after a LONG day, force said 3 year old to take a nap, and listen as she wakes up at 4 pm SOBBING that she has not yet purchased her corn on the cob for dinner.  Pack everyone in the car and head to Publix.  REJOICE, because fresh sweet corn on the cob is on sale!  Purchase 6 ears.

Check out our ears (pay no attention to the lack of pants).

Fourth – follow Ken’s directions exactly, making sure the 3 year old knows which number is “8” on the microwave.  (Don’t worry, she catches on pretty quickly).

Into the microwave.

Fifth – allow 3 year old to find a stool and WATCH you cut the corn, but realize she is going to insist on “shaking” it herself.  (It’s not as hot as you would imagine.)



Sixth – ENJOY!


She LOVED it, and it was perfect.  My only other statement is you really have to cut about an inch off the bottom of the cob and make sure you cut through ALL the husks.  The first one was tricky, but by number four, we had it down pat.  And it was delicious, not a single silk on any of our ears!

The end result. Who said corn doesn't go with pasta???

Can’t wait to make it again!  Easy as PIE!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Touch a Truck

Keeping the Park clean!

Today, B10 had to work for 3 hours picking up trash at an event called “Touch a Truck”.  The entire family went, and we enjoyed ourselves (except the part of all the HORNS that kept being HONKED)!

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Lots of pictures!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(


A Black Hole (of Emptiness)

I have this numb feeling inside.  I feel like I’m not a real person right now, like it doesn’t matter what I say or how I feel.  I’m not really HERE.  The only way to explain my doctor’s appointments is that they looked through me, never at me.

I don’t know what to do, where to go.  I sat in a room for 45 minutes with a specialist and listened to her say over and over that the lumps were “normal” and “they have always been there”.  It didn’t matter how many times I said “NO, they haven’t ALWAYS been there, the first lump appeared in October and has grown.  The second lump appeared in March and has grown.”

I was told perhaps I was feeling my ribs – as if I’m a complete idiot.  Or perhaps I was feeling a milk duct…  I’ve nursed for 48 months of my life – I KNOW what a milk duct feels like, and if it’s feeling like THIS – then there is a problem with the milk duct.

She drew a picture of a breast for me, and I wanted to scream curse words at her.  I know what it looks like, and what it feels like.  I’ve been doing breast self-exams for 18 years.  I KNOW WHAT IS DIFFERENT.

Otto said she used the words “it’s NORMAL for you” over 10 times.  I cannot understand HOW someone who has touched me ONCE can say what is normal, isn’t that the reason that we (women) are suppose to give OURSELVES self-exams monthly?  So WE know what is normal and when something changes?

I have multiple friends who have had “small lumps of dense tissue” – much smaller than mine, and every single one of them have had a doctor say: “let’s just take it out and not worry about it, it’s safer and better that way.”  Meanwhile, I can’t get a specialist to take me seriously.  It’s like I’m a crazy person who they are just trying to pacify to get out of their office.

Otto sat with me in the lobby of University Midtown Hospital for almost 15 minutes, because I was crying so hard he was afraid to let me drive home (it’s not easy in Atlanta traffic on a GOOD day, much less at rush hour when the driver is in tears).  I am so thankful to BooSheep for talking to me the entire drive back to our apartment.

I am blessed, beyond measure, to have a wonderful Midwife at Emory OBGYN coordinating my care.  When I saw her the next day, she listened to what Otto and I had to say and gave us one last option.  It’s an out of network specialist (ie: very expensive), but someone the Midwife trusts explicitly – she worked in a practice that referred to this doctor as a “first opinion” before coming to Emory.  She also had a plan of attack – we measure for the next 2-3 months EVERYTHING about the lumps, and possibly have a second mammogram/ultrasound.  THEN we visit the new specialist with 4-5 months of measurable data.

I can’t say I’m happy, though.  I’m drained.  I don’t understand.  I hate that I feel like I am in a fight for a basic quality of care and a basic level of respect from the specialists.

So now we wait.  Otto and I feel pretty comfortable that it’s not cancer at this point, though the fact that no biopsy was done doesn’t help (and, as a side note – only 90% of breast cancer shows up in mammograms, the other 10% does not).  Otto has offered to biopsy me like the mice, but that just seems a little excessive, plus, since I don’t have a tail – I’m not sure he’d know how to hold me still.  😉

Seriously, however, I’m not comfortable with the waiting.  I trust the Midwife, but I’m not comfortable.  Just keep praying.  Last night, at GO’s preschool’s Mum Night, one of the women talked about her son being diagnosed with a rare disease, but she said “I knew it was the right time for GOD to reveal what was wrong with my son, and the doctor that touched him – she had never seen a case before, but she KNEW what my son had.”

I don’t think I have a rare disease, but I do feel like God is choosing not to reveal what the issue is right now.  I don’t know why, I’ve certainly never prayed for patience, mainly because I didn’t want God to actually try and teach it to me, but it looks like that’s what we’re in for right now.  So I’ll trust the Great Physician, even as I don’t really trust the ones here on earth.

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Ugh – Back in the Saddle!

Random Cute Caterpillar Photo for your Enjoyment.

It has been a crazy three weeks – we found out we got the 3 bedroom apartment, but we were given 4 days to move completely.  Then the day after we finished we left for a week at the Lake house, then we returned on the day before Easter, had Easter Sunday at church – and had barely enough time to breathe before CW arrived.  With a wonderful whirlwind week with my Middle Heart, we took him to meet his Daddy on Saturday morning, and spent Saturday and Sunday preparing for B10’s big musical at church and cooking dinner for our first Family Promise group.

Trying to take a breath today, and play catch-up to the things that seemed to have fallen in the cracks.  We sat down last night and looked over the budget, and today I am working on our meal plan for the rest of the month and setting up the schedules for the Caterpillars.  B10 starts Spring Football Training next week, and I have three doctors appointments this week.  I don’t mind the hectic, I’m just hoping I can get a plan in place ASAP and keep everyone’s head above water!  (And FED!)

Seriously, though, I am excited about the adventures coming up, and B10 getting ready for summer camp and Boy Scout activities. Next Sunday we will hold auditions for our second show at the church, a thrilling event that is almost more special to me than the first auditions, because this shows that we can sustain a theatre program.

It’s time for normal reign supreme, but it’s going to be a BUSY normal!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Out with CW

More pictures from CW’s visit – we spent lots of time seeing friends (Prince and Princess) and family (especially Cookie).

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I can’t wait for summer and him coming home!

~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

Just Another Lizard

Just another lizard picture blog post, but I love doing them, because the pictures make B10’s day.  I adore watching him with animals.  🙂

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~Mummy Butterfly  )i(

(PS – I know the blog tag says “insects” and I KNOW lizards aren’t “insects”, but let’s just pretend that is code for any critter B10 finds…)