Thursday, May 2, 2013

Jackson Hits Double Digits


      Jackson Paul Richard Isaacs was born May 2, 2003 at 11:28am.  While he was in utero, I knew he was going to be busy.  But, day 4 of his life completely confirmed that.  Most of you won't believe this, if someone else told the same story I doubt I would believe them, but, it's true nonetheless.  The 4th Day of his life, I took him to get his picture taken.  While we were trying to get the picture you see below, he was pushing himself forward with his toes.  Had we left him to his own devises, he would have pushed himself off the table.  At... 4... days... old.

     The ninth year of his life would prove to be no less entertaining or nerve-wracking.  When we were still living in Ohio, he came running up the stairs yelling my name.  Practically out of breath, he says, "I wanted to try a back handspring so I stood up and prayed, 'God, don't let me kill myself, and I DID IT!!  I CAN DO A BACK HANDSPRING!'  Sure enough, I followed him down to the carpeted floor to see one of the most beautiful back handsprings I've ever seen from someone with no training.

     The adventure didn't stop there.  This year he has swam in the Pacific Ocean, surfed on the Atlantic Ocean, completed a high ropes course, zip lined, hiked several mountains, learned to fly fish... and made friends with the old men at the YMCA.    

     What?!  How does that last thing fit in there?  I don't know.  This is what I do know.

     We took Jackson out of school in January to homeschool him (L O N G... S T O R Y).  So, almost every day we go to the YMCA.  I take some kind of fitness class and Jackson plays.  At least that's what I thought he did.  I leave him at the big open gym at the Y where he can shoot baskets or kick the soccer ball or run around with all the other kids who also are homeschooled.  When I come out of my class after an hour, he's waiting for me in the lobby.  In the lobby, there's chairs and tables and coffee.  It might be the greatest YMCA.

     As we are leaving one day, he starts saying bye to all these old men.  "Bye Jim!  See you Ted!  Have a good day Fred!  See you tomorrow Tom!"  I stopped and looked at him.  I wish I could have a picture of my own face.

    "What in the world?" I say as we walk out the front doors.  "How do you know those men."

     "Oh!  They're my friends.  I talk to them everyday!"


      "Yeah... sometimes I go down and watch them play racquetball and we talk."

     Hmmmm... so everyday.

     "Oh... hey Ted!  Your late today!"


     "See you tomorrow Bill!"

     What?  Where are the 9 and 10 year olds?

     So, yesterday I finish my class.  I'm pouring sweat, dead tired and starving.  I go to the gym to get Jackson.  I see his bag, his basketball shoes and his basketball... but no Jackson.  So, I head down to the racquetball courts.  I look through the glass into the room and there's my almost 10 year old... goggles on, racquet in hand, sweating and red faced, playing racquetball with a 70 year old man and a 50 year old woman.  They walk over to the door, open it, "Hey I'm Jim." (Shakes my hand)  The woman comes over, "Hi!  I'm Michelle." (Shakes my hand) and then Jim looks at me and says, "You mind if we finish our game?  He's really good!"

     And, so I sit down on the big leather ottoman right outside court A and watch my son finish a game of racquetball ... for the next 20 MINUTES with a two much older people.  And, I smile because that's my son and wherever he goes he wins the heart of people and I think how much I love him and how blessed I am and how... if he doesn't hurry up... I might start eating the ottoman.

    I LOVE YOU BUDDY!!!!!  Happy 10th Birthday!!!!

French Toast for Breakfast

Opening gifts

Sporting Rockies gear.... for we now reside in case I've never mentioned that

$1 Jimmy Johns subs for dinner.  We are going on Saturday night in Denver after a trip to a trampoline park.

P.S.  Cake pictures added later.  It's only 8 in Colorado and he's at soccer and basketball practice.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Conditions on Moving to Colorado

     I said I would never move.  I said I would never leave I sit typing... in my house... in COLORADO!!!

     I also said, "If we move, I just want to have my own computer."

     I had my own computer... for 30 days.  Then somehow, we lost a computer.  It was never taken out of the house.  Therefore, one of two things happened.  1) It evaporated.  Into thin air.  OR  2) Someone came into my house and stole it.

     I also said I would never homeschool again.  I am homeschooling my 2 middle children.

     (Note to self:  I should never say what I will and will not do.)

     So, if you wonder why I am not blogging, it is because one child does all her work on the computer for her schooling.  By the time she's done, the other child comes home and then she hogs the computer for the rest of the night.  Therefore, I can NEVER get on the computer.

     SOOO... all the crazy things that have happened lately... Emme and Scarlett Fever, me slipping and cracking my head open and getting staples in it, going to Palm Springs, CA and peeing my pants in a parking lot, Shelby playing a "lovely lady" is Les Miserable at her High school, walking into my shower to find two large bones that my son found on a hike (why were they in the shower?  You're guess is as good as mine)... and on and on and on... I don't get to write about.

      Pray my computer reappears!

     P.S.  I'm never going to be a millionaire.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It was a Weird Weird Night

Have you ever watched Kristen Wiig as the Target Lady?  If not... you must!  Here's the link:  Go there now!

Did you hear her say, "It was a weird, weird night?"

I'd like to bet my night was weirder!

Jackson started with a cough on Friday night and I could tell he was not feeling well at all.  The rest of the weekend he went downhill.  His color was bad.  His energy level was WAY down! His cough was getting worse and by Sunday evening he had a fever.  He hadn't been sleeping very well so I gave him some Motrin and put him on the floor in our room to sleep for the night.

I had only been asleep for about 2 hours when I felt someone tapping on my should.  I turned to see Jackson wide awake.  He whispered, "Come here mom.  I have to show you something."  I got up and followed him to the landing right outside my room.  He stopped and I stopped.  I waited a second and then I said, "What do you want buddy?"

His reply was a very frustrated, "Oh NEVER MIND!"

Then he went to his room, instead of back to my room.  He crawled into his bed, rolled himself in a ball and hid his entire being under his quilt.

I thought, "Guess he wants to sleep in his own bed." So I headed back to my room.  In the hall, I ran into Gracie who was completely wide awake.  As a matter of fact, have you seen the owl from the Animal Crackers video who had 12 cups of coffee.  (If not click here).  She looked just like that owl.  She said, "I haven't been to sleep yet!"  She then quickly shut her door.  It was 1:30am and I was so confused.

I later found out she was scared to death.  She had walked into my room right before my incident with Jackson and she had her own incident with him.  Apparently she was heading in my bathroom for something and when she walked into my room, Jackson was just standing there.  She jumped 10 feet and then she asked him if he was ok.  He yelled, "I'M FINE!!!"  She said, "You don't look fine.  You should probably wake up mom and then he yelled, "I'M FINE!!" again.

I was probably back in bed for about 20 minutes when I felt someone leaning over me.  Then Jackson spoke.  He said, "There were two giant needles."  I said, "Are you having a dream about going to the dentist tomorrow?"  He said, "No."

He went back to his little bed on my floor.

30 minutes later...he's back.  He says, "Mom!  When's it going to stop?"

I said, "When's what going to stop?"

"All the screaming and yelling" was his reply.

"I don't know buddy."

He laid back down.

Now, I'm starting to get a little freaked out.  What in the world is wrong with him?  Starring at the ceiling a couple of thoughts went through my head:  1) I'm taking him to the doctor in the morning.  2) I think his fever is higher than I thought.  He must be hallucinating.

But, then I head down a really bad path.  What if he has a mental disorder?  What if he's going crazy?  What if he's still acting like this in the morning?  What if he walks out of the house? What is starts toward the mountains and runs into a mountain lion and forgets all the rules (click here for previous post).  What if.... What if... What if....

A few minutes later, he's back.  "Can you go to the bathroom with me?  I'm really dizzy?

I hold him while he takes care of business and then lay him back on the floor.

Another 45 minutes of tossing and turning, I get myself to settle down and begin to drift off to sleep.  Then... he's back.  He crawls into bed with me and he says, "I get it!!  When the giant meatball hits the brick wall... it turns into a chicken!"

That's it!  I'm done!!  I can not take this anymore!  What in the world is wrong with him?  It'd be one thing if he were doing all this with his eyes closed.  But, he looks like he's never been asleep.  And, he's acting like we are having a perfectly normal conversation.

I don't know if I slept the rest of the night.

I called the doctor as soon as it was 8am.  When I was explaining all this to the lady on the phone, she says, "Are you sure you don't need to take him to the emergency room?"

I said, "No.  I think we'll start with a regular doctor."

Turns out, after a thorough exam, he was diagnosed with a sinus infection and lots of pressure in the ears.  She didn't seem alarmed by any of his behavior during the night!  Shew!  She did say that sinus infections are harder to treat here because of how dry it is so we were given a list of things to do in addition to the antibiotics.

I'm happy to report... he slept like a baby last night.  And, so did I.

It was a weird, weird night.