Today, Jason had to work, but he took Avery and Cora with him to help harvest a soybean test-plot. I received these pictures he sent from his phone.
I prefer green combines....but nevertheless, the girls look like they are having fun. I need to get them over to Grandma and Grandpa McLouth's for a ride in the green machine! I feel the need to give a shout-out to my mom, who, just other day was driving the combine, harvesting beans, AND talking to me on her cell phone! I'm impressed. I don't think I'll ever learn to run a combine!
The beauty of Fall harvest. (And a plug for Syngenta?)
It appears to be a working field trip today with dad. He was proud to report "his" beans were doing 86 bu/acre on this particular plot. (If I knew the variety/number, I would be happy to do a sale's pitch here, but I'll have to get back with you on that detail! Ha.)
Brock's Saturday morning wasn't as much fun as his sisters'. He has been having some hip pain when in his stander. The physical therapist thinks there may be a "hardware issue" from his hip surgery last summer. :( I called the Orthopedic surgeon's office and asked for them to order x-rays. We just had those done this morning. Brock did great, but we had to wait soooooo long! I'll call next week to see what the x-rays reveal. Likely he will have to have another surgery to repair a screw or pin or whatever this "hardware issue" turns out to be.... Bummer!!!
Avery and Cora didn't have school on Friday, but brother-bear did. The girls were lucky enough to get to go to the pediatrician for a check-up and their annual flu mist. Each girl checked out great, but I let them talk me out of getting their 2nd Hep-A vaccine. The whole idea of getting the flu nasal mist was to avoid a needle, so I let them procrastinate until another visit. After the pediatrician visit, I let them spend some birthday money at good 'ol Walmart. They each came home with some decent selections from the toy aisles. I am truly getting old because I cannot believe what DUMB toys there are available for kids these days?!?!
Yesterday, Brock was excited it was Friday, so he had to sport one of his new Birthday T-shirts. "HOT DOG IT'S FRIDAY!"
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Below is a poem that a special needs mom shared this morning. It was so touching, I just had to post it.I can only hope that Brock feels this way about his mommy!!!
****Warning: You may want to grab a kleenex before reading, if you are easily moved by emotional poems.****
Dear mommy,
I have felt your tears, falling on my face.
... Someone else might think they are tears of sadness, because of what I can't do.
I KNOW DIFFERENT.
I know those tears pour from your heart out of gratitude for me, because of what I CAN do : I can love everyone in the purest form possible. Unconditionally. I can be judged, but will never judge in return.
I know different because I feel, in your hugs and kisses, that I'm perfect just the way I am.
I have seen you hang your head down in shame, when we go out on adventures.
Someone else might think you are ashamed of having a child like me.
I KNOW DIFFERENT.
I know you are ashamed of the grown-ups who ignore me, yet talk happily to all the other children. The grown-ups who won't look you in the eye, but stare at me, when they think you don't see. I know different because I've seen the many, many more times you have raised your head up high, with pride, because I'm yours. : )
I have heard you whispering desperate prayers at night. Someone else might think you are asking God to make me a typical kid.
I KNOW DIFFERENT.
I know you are thanking Him that I got to be here, with you, for another day- exactly how I am. I know different because I have heard you ask me never to leave you. And I have heard you cheer for me, every single day of my life- you tell me I don't need to be typical to be amazing, I just need to be here.
I know you have a big job, taking care of me.
I know your body hurts, because I'm getting so big.
I know that more than anything, you want to hear me say your name.
And I know you worry that you aren't good enough, and that you will fail me.
BUT I KNOW DIFFERENT MOMMY.....
I know that even on your worst days, you will always be enough for me, and I will always love you more than you know.
~ written by Tricia Proefrock
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