Friday, April 21, 2006

The Keller's Easter

Boy have we been busy since Easter. Let me start off by saying that we had a lovely Easter. We went down to my parent’s house late Friday night. The Santoro family is in the process of moving from their country home of 15 years or so into the city limits of Porterville. They have to be out by the 28th so it is coming down to the wire. After going to an early 7:30 mass we had a beautiful breakfast that my sister Margaret had prepared for us since she had gone to the 6 am earlier mass. The children had a WONDERFUL time hunting for Easter eggs. Shawn and I decided too just to let the boys go for it as far as stuffing their faces with candy. Gosh, did they ever. Even Colette got into some of the action as you can see in some of the pictures I posted. All in all it was a splendid day. We went home that night with James and Anne Catherine so that my mom could get some intense packing done that would have been more difficult if they were underfoot.



Colette having a grand time playing with all the empty Easter Eggs.



I don't think Gerard quite knew that CANDY was going to be in the eggs!



Colette taking advantage of the commotion to eat the stray candies.



I coundn't just pick one I thought they were so cute. She had those on for a good while. :)






My mom and I took some of the children to the park later so that Shawn and my dad could rest for a while. Colette loved the swings.



Anne Cathrine is the one in front. You can see Gerard and James in the back.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Our Crack and Grow Egglings! :)



Is this cute or what? I wasn’t too sure how this would work but as you can see for yourself my boys are thrilled. I got this idea from another mother’s blog. I wish I hade the link to post but sadly I have misplaced it. Here is anther site though that gives you the idea of how to do it on your own. http://www.eggling.com/index.htm

Here is Gerard water his eggling after giving it a haircut. I thought the medicine dropper worked really well. It’s so easy to have an overflow resulting in getting the paper base soggy.


Another cute picture of the boys


Our egglings back on the kitchen windowsill with there new haircuts.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Is it Just a Lost Cause?


Now doesn’t the first photo look so nice? I straightened out the hallway Linen closet today. I’m sure many of you know how rewarding it is to straighten up something that was quite cluttered before, right? Well, that was how I was feeling until I took a few steps into the living room to find my children playing happily but destructively as it seems most toddlers do. Gosh, I feel almost like I am going through the house all day, every day cleaning up but by the end of the day I don’t have much to show for it. *sigh*


Although the mess maker has already left the scene, from past experience I can say with full confidence it was Colette.


Gerard wrapping spoons up with new toilet paper.

Sunday Birthday Party

We went down to Porterville this last Sunday for my little sister, Ann Catherine’s 5th Birthday. Joseph had a sticker countdown 10 days before the big day. Luckily it was a beautiful day so the children played outside mostly. Joseph gave his Aunt a stuffed beetle that he found in his toy box to give her. His reasoning for giving it to her was that he had another one just like it so he would give her this one because he wouldn’t miss it… My, how generous. Here are some pictures from the day.


Mom and the Birthday Girl!

Aunt Margaret and Gerard


Aunt Stephanie and Colette


Our little friend, Andrew Miller

23 Weeks

23 weeks last Saturday and still seem to be doing great. When I say "still" I mean that I don’t feel as awkward and uncomfortable as I usually do at this time, I will have plenty of time to complain of un-comforts later on. My last pre-natal visit with the midwife was last Tuesday.

My blood pressure, pulse and everything else was just fine. My baby’s heartbeat was 140… little girl heart beat. :) I’m measuring about 24 but I’ve always measured big with all the children and still am late. :(

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Paper Towel Rockets!

The boys had a fabulous time this morning stacking up our newly purchase of Costco paper towels. Figures that since their daddy is an airplane man they would build rockets instead of towers. They have since abounded their towels and have now moved on to playing with all the kitchen utensils in the living room. They are cooking with the stuffed animals, the animal being the food of course.





Sunday, March 26, 2006

Snowflakes





This is a very cool (ha, no pun intended) website, Especially for homeschoolers. Joseph and I had a fabulous time looking at all the different shapes of snowflakes. His comment after looking through them all was, "God sure is incredibly!” I bookmarked this site for further use when my children are old enough to do some science projects. This site will be a wonderful resource for them.
www.snowcrystals.com



Wednesday, March 22, 2006

The Blanket of Wipes

Do you ever have those times when the children have been playing wonderfully together for at least 45 minutes without any problems? When one has little ones ages 4 down, these times only come once in a very great while. I happen to be experience this blissful time right now. I can hear Joseph and Gerard playing together happily in their room while Colette is in her crib watching them.

There is a catch though...

A few minutes ago I crept back there to check on them. Joseph was playing with his little people; Colette was playing with her books and GERARD… well Gerard was sitting in the middle of the room covering himself up with wipes. The freshly opened pack of wipes are probably at this point laying all around him as his blanket. They KNOW daddy and I don’t like it when they do this but there he is ruining them all. So here’s the dilemma, do I go in there and scold him for taking out the wipes and put them all back and try to salvage some of them or do I just walk away knowing that if I were to walk in, the “happy play” would end. Colette would remember that I abandoned her; boys would be hunger and so on and so forth. *sigh* yes walking away was the thing to do. I’ll just chalk the wipe waste up to Homeschool imaginary play.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Something’s You Just can’t save.

We had tacos for dinner tonight with grape jello for dessert that the boys made this afternoon. A little while after dinner Shawn and I noticed a wet patch on Gerard's front pocket. I guess Gerard thought he would save some for later. lol!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!

I thought I would make homemade clam chowder for dinner tonight. It is simmering on the stove right now. I don't know what it is but there is definitely something missing from it. I guess I just need to keep looking on the Internet until a keeper. Until then the strawberry shortcake in marinating the fridge is sounding better and better for dinner. :)

Here is a beautiful prayer, St. Patrick's Breastplate:

I bind to myself today
The strong virtue of the Invocation of the Trinity:
I believe the Trinity in the Unity
The Creator of the Universe.

I bind to myself today
The virtue of the Incarnation of Christ with His Baptism,
The virtue of His crucifixion with His burial,
The virtue of His Resurrection with His Ascension,
The virtue of His coming on the Judgement Day.

I bind to myself today
The virtue of the love of seraphim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the hope of resurrection unto reward,
In prayers of Patriarchs,
In predictions of Prophets,
In preaching of Apostles,
In faith of Confessors,
In purity of holy Virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I bind to myself today
The power of Heaven,
The light of the sun,
The brightness of the moon,
The splendour of fire,
The flashing of lightning,
The swiftness of wind,
The depth of sea,
The stability of earth,
The compactness of rocks.

I bind to myself today
God's Power to guide me,
God's Might to uphold me,
God's Wisdom to teach me,
God's Eye to watch over me,
God's Ear to hear me,
God's Word to give me speech,
God's Hand to guide me,
God's Way to lie before me,
God's Shield to shelter me,
God's Host to secure me,
Against the snares of demons,
Against the seductions of vices,
Against the lusts of nature,
Against everyone who meditates injury to me,
Whether far or near,
Whether few or with many.

I invoke today all these virtues
Against every hostile merciless power
Which may assail my body and my soul,
Against the incantations of false prophets,
Against the black laws of heathenism,
Against the false laws of heresy,
Against the deceits of idolatry,
Against the spells of women, and smiths, and druids,
Against every knowledge that binds the soul of man.

Christ, protect me today
Against every poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against death-wound,
That I may receive abundant reward.

Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me, Christ within me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ at my right, Christ at my left,
Christ in the fort,
Christ in the chariot seat,
Christ in the poop [deck],
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks to me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

I bind to myself today
The strong virtue of an invocation of the Trinity,
I believe the Trinity in the Unity
The Creator of the Universe

St. Patrick of Ireland, pray for us!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Were I not a Stay-at-Home-Mommy


Yes, the living room is cluttered, the dishes need to be washed, clothes need folding and I will I will have a mess of toys to clean up later, but I wouldn’t trade my stay-at-home Motherhood for anything. All mothers should be able to spend rainy days inside with their children at the dinning room table, making a mess but having a good time. I for one have many wonderful childhood memories of such days.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

I Couldn't Stop Laughing!

A very proper lady began planning a week's camping vacation for her Baptist church group. She wrote to a campground for reservations. She wanted to make sure that the campground was fully equipped and modern, but couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her letter, so she decided on the old-fashioned term "bathroom commode." Once it was written down, she still was not comfortable. Finally she decided on the abbreviation "B.C." and wrote, "Does your campground have its own B.C.?"


When the campground manager received the letter, he couldn't figure out what she meant by "B.C." He showed it to several of the campers, one of whom suggested the lady was obviously referring to a Baptist Church, since there was a letterhead on the paper which referred to a Baptist Church.

He sent the following reply:



Dear Madam:


The B.C. is located nine miles from the campground in a beautiful grove of trees. I admit it is quite a distance if you are in the habit of going regularly. No doubt you will be pleased to know that it will seat 350 people at one time, and it is open on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday of each week. Some folks like to take their lunch and make a day of it. The acoustics are very good, so everyone can hear even the quietest passages. We are having a fund-raiser to purchase new seats, as the old ones have holes in them. It may interest you to know that my daughter met her husband there. Unfortunately, my wife is ill and has not been able to attend regularly. It's been a good six months since she last went. It pains her very much not to be able to go more often. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, especially in cold weather. Perhaps I could accompany you the first time you go, sit with you, and introduce you to all the other folks who will be there. I look forward to your visit. We offer a very friendly campground.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Coming to a Close

The day is coming to a close. The boys will be going to bed in about 20 minutes ready to start the day all over tomorrow morning at 6:30. Gerard and Colette have had baths (Only a bath could get all that Vaseline off of Gerard) and the boys are playing happily with paper airplanes that daddy made for them. Colette is sitting on the couch singing to her doll. Our life is most defenitely chaotic and a hair-raising at times but it’s a blessed beautiful life in the end. I better sign off now before some crisis happens which will make me delete this entire post.





Grey Hairs

Gerard, my 3 year old in April, decided today that he wanted to make a tower with all the toilette rolls we had stored in one of our narrow bathroom cupboards. Now all mothers know that when it comes to greediness in toddlers there is no true difference in their sex, so it comes as no surprise that Gerard had to have the last two rolls that were shoved in the far back of the cupboard. I do not have the complete details as how it happened but he managed to get his head and one arm stuck in our very narrow cupboard. Joseph (4 years old) was the one that came running out too the living room yelling that Gerard was stuck and needed help. Some of you might be wondering why I did not come running to Gerard’s as soon as I heard the cries but I just have to say for the record that Gerard gets stuck A LOT and its usually a not to bad situation. Anyway, when I saw the gravity of it all I went into a whole different mode. Gerard’s head and arm would not come out and to make matters worse he desperately needed a diaper change. I tried different ways to get him out but the screams only got worse. Vaseline, short of calling 911, seemed to be my best bet. No luck. I was starting to get panicky but didn’t want him and Joseph knowing it. Joseph kept telling me through Gerard’s screams and me trying to calm him down that “Maybe we should get band-aids mom?” I really did not want to call 911, my reasoning at the time that I did not want Gerard wanting that long for help but I was getting to point that I did not know what else to do. I was afraid that his arm could break if I tried pulling harder or lifting him in different positions. Finally in a desperate attempt amidst the screams I smothered Vaseline in all the places I could, said a swift, “you better help me kind of prayer” and don’t ask me how but got a very red eared little boy out.

My thoughts and reactions –
Complete relief, Could cry at any moment, So happy that I have my little boys head and arm back where I can see them. More then ready to embrace my sweet Gerard and give him all the comfort and love he needs.

Gerard’s words and reactions –

1. Out pops his head and arm
2. Wipes his eyes smeared with tears and snots
3. Says in a calm and extremely hurried voice, “Mom, could you get me the rolls please?” pointing to the back of the cupboard.
4. I get them for him not knowing what else to do or say. “Thanks mom.” He says and runs out of the bathroom with Joseph to finish his !%* tower.


(sigh) I’m sure it will be funny tomorrow.

Laundry

So yesterday I broke down and did something I have never done before. I took all of my clothes to the laundry mat even though I have perfectly good laundry equipment at home. I have never liked doing laundry so having had morning sickness the past few months has just made it extremely hard to keep up, to the point where I just haven’t. My laundry room (thank goodness for doors that close) had gotten piled so high with clothes that I just wouldn’t want to go in there. In truth it had become quite overwhelming. Anyway, Shawn got home early yesterday from work so I loaded up the van with all the clothes and headed over to the laundromat. I’m SO GLAD I did THAT!! I was there for about two hours whereas if I had somehow managed to do it at home it would have been an all day project and with children it most probably would have been more then one day. I already have about half the clothes folded and am excited to be able to start fresh (no pun intended J ) with the laundry. It will be nice to be able to walk into my laundry room without having to step over all he clothes. Oh (sigh) the simple things in life.

Monday, March 06, 2006

A Lot Has Happened


So wow, I lot has happened since my last post. I’m expecting our forth blessing from God and I’m due July 29th. This pregnancy by far has gone a lot faster then my last three. I think I can attribute that to the fact that I am just a little bit busier then before and that I have been exercising more and even though I am almost half-way there (19 weeks) I am just starting to feel like I’m pregnant. My energy has gone up quite a bit since I have been taking much more calcium during this pregnancy then any other before. So yes, life is good and I am looking forward in meeting my little girl. Yes! We are having a girl! Two boy and two girls, how great is that? It only took Joseph a few moments to switch gears and except the fact that we indeed were having a girl. His first question was, “Do you think tomorrow it will be a boy?” He had been set on having a little brother called Freddy, I have no idea were Freddy came from. So anyway we are all doing well and continue to thank God for all He does for us.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

'And a darkness came over the whole land'

Well, I guess this was not a good time to start a Blog on my family and the fun things that they do. This whole case on Terrie Schiavo has just weighed me down incredibly.

Is it not intristing that Terri Schiavo's agony will coincide with the 10th anniversary of the encyclical "Evangelium Vitae," which warned of an encroaching "culture of death? "The Schiavo case demonstrates that that document was prophetic," said Legionary of Christ Father Thomas Williams, dean of theology at the Regina Apostolorum Pontifical University in Rome. In fact, the Holy Father wrote in No. 64 of the encyclical: "Here we are faced with one of the more alarming symptoms of the 'culture of death,' which is advancing above all in prosperous societies, marked by an attitude of excessive preoccupation with efficiency and which sees the growing number of elderly and disabled people as intolerable and too burdensome."
It's not a question of Terri's parents being right and Terri's husband wrong," he said. "The problem lies in giving anyone the power over another's life. Society must not permit that a person's life or death hang in the balance because of the way others feel about them. All human life must be defended and protected in law, not for what it means to others, but for what it is in itself.John Paul II signed the encyclical "Evangelium Vitae" on March 25, 1995, the solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord. In "Evangelium Vitae" the Holy Father condemns euthanasia in the strongest terms. "Pope John Paul II encourages us to call things by their names," said Father Williams. "And euthanasia, regardless of the motives behind it, always means homicide: the deliberate elimination of an innocent human life." The Pope writes in No. 66: "The choice of euthanasia becomes more serious when it takes the form of a murder committed by others on a person who has in no way requested it and who has never consented to it."

Here is a Shocking Affidavit from Terri's Nurse - READ THIS 3-20-5


AFFIDAVIT

STATE OF FLORIDA )

COUNTY OF PINELLAS )


BEFORE ME the undersigned authority personally appeared CARLA SAUER IYER, R.N., who being first duly sworn, deposes and says:

1. My name is Carla Sauer Iyer. I am over the age of eighteen and make this statement of my own personal knowledge.

2. I am a registered nurse in the State of Florida, having been licensed continuously in Florida from 1997 to the present. Prior to that I was a Licensed Practical Nurse for about four years.

3. I was employed at Palm Garden of Largo Convalescent Center in Largo, Florida from April of 1995 to July 1996, while Terri Schiavo was a patient there.

4. It was clear to me at Palm Gardens that all decisions regarding Terri Schiavo were made by Michael Schiavo, with no allowance made for any discussion, debate or normal professional judgment. My initial training there consisted solely of the instruction "Do what Michael Schiavo tells you or you will be terminated." This struck me as extremely odd.

5. I was very disturbed by the decision making protocol, as no allowance whatsoever was made for professional responsibility. The atmosphere throughout the facility was dominated by Mr. Schiavo's intimidation. Everyone there, with the exception of several people who seemed to be close to Michael, was intimidated by him. Michael Schiavo always had an overbearing attitude, yelling numerous times such things as "This is my order and you're going to follow it." He is very large and uses menacing body language, such as standing too close to you, getting right in your face and practically shouting.

6. To the best of my recollection, rehabilitation had been ordered for Terri, but I never saw any being done or had any reason at all to believe that there was ever any rehab of Terri done at Palm Gardens while I was there. I became concerned because nothing was being done for Terri at all, no antibiotics, no tests, no range of motion therapy, no stimulation, no nothing. Michael said again and again that Terri should NOT get any rehab, that there should be no range of motion whatsoever, or anything else. I and a CNA named Roxy would give Terri range of motion anyway. One time I put a wash cloth in Terri's hand to keep her fingers from curling together, and Michael saw it and made me take it out, saying that was therapy.

7. Terri's medical condition was systematically distorted and misrepresented. When I worked with her, she was alert and oriented. Terri spoke on a regular basis while in my presence, saying such things as "mommy," and "help me." "Help me" was, in fact, one of her most frequent utterances. I heard her say it hundreds of times. Terri would try to say the word "pain" when she was in discomfort, but it came out more like "pay." She didn't say the "n" sound very well. During her menses she would indicate her discomfort by saying "pay" and moving her arms toward her lower abdominal area. Other ways that she would indicate that she was in pain included pursing her lips, grimacing, thrashing in bed, curling her toes or moving her legs around. She would let you know when she had a bowel movement by flipping up the covers and pulling on her diaper.

8. When I came into her room and said "Hi, Terri", she would always recognize my voice and her name, and would turn her head all the way toward me, saying "Haaaiiiii" sort of, as she did. I recognized this as a "hi", which is very close to what it sounded like, the whole sound being only a second or two long. When I told her humorous stories about my life or something I read in the paper, Terri would chuckle, sometimes more a giggle or laugh. She would move her whole body, upper and lower. Her legs would sometimes be off the bed, and need to be repositioned. I made numerous entries into the nursing notes in her chart, stating verbatim what she said and her various behaviors, but by my next on-duty shift, the notes would be deleted from her chart. Every time I made a positive entry about any responsiveness of Terri's, someone would remove it after my shift ended. Michael always demanded to see her chart as soon as he arrived, and would take it in her room with him. I documented Terri's rehab potential well, writing whole pages about Terri's responsiveness, but they would always be deleted by the next time I saw her chart. The reason I wrote so much was that everybody else seemed to be afraid to make positive entries for fear of their jobs, but I felt very strongly that a nurses job was to accurately record everything we see and hear that bears on a patients condition and their family. I upheld the Nurses Practice Act, and if it cost me my job, I was willing to accept that.

9. Throughout my time at Palm Gardens, Michael Schiavo was focused on Terri's death. Michael would say "When is she going to die?," "Has she died yet?" and "When is that bitch gonna die?" These statements were common knowledge at Palm Gardens, as he would make them casually in passing, without regard even for who he was talking to, as long as it was a staff member. Other statements which I recall him making include "Can't you do anything to accelerate her death - won't she ever die?" When she wouldn't die, Michael would be furious. Michael was also adamant that the family should not be given information. He made numerous statements such as "Make sure the parents aren't contacted." I recorded Michael's statements word for word in Terri's chart, but these entries were also deleted after the end of my shift. Standing orders were that the family wasn't to be contacted, in fact, there was a large sign in the front of her chart that said under no circumstances was her family to be called, call Michael immediately, but I would call them, anyway, because I thought they should know about their daughter.

10. Any time Terri would be sick, like with a UTI or fluid buildup in her lungs, colds, pneumonia, Michael would be visibly excited, thrilled even, hoping that she would die. He would call me, as I was the nurse supervisor on the floor, and ask for every little detail about her temperature, blood pressure, etc., and would call back frequently asking if she was dead yet. He would blurt out "I'm going to be rich!," and would talk about all the things he would buy when Terri died, which included a new car, a new boat, and going to Europe, among other things.

11. When Michael visited Terri, he always came alone and always had the door closed and locked while he was with Terri. He would typically be there about twenty minutes or so. When he left Terri would would be trembling, crying hysterically, and would be very pale and have cold sweats. It looked to me like Terri was having a hypoglycemic reaction, so I'd check her blood

sugar. The glucometer reading would be so low it was below the range where it would register an actual number reading. I would put dextrose in Terri's mouth to counteract it. This happened about five times on my shift as I recall. Normally Terri's blood sugar levels were very stable due to the uniformity of her diet through tube feeding. It is my belief that Michael injected Terri with Regular insulin, which is very fast acting.

12. The longer I was employed at Palm Gardens the more concerned I became about patient care, both relating to Terri Schiavo, for the reasons I've said, and other patients, too. There was an LPN named Carolyn Adams, known as "Andy" Adams who was a particular concern. An unusual number of patients seemed to die on her shift, but she was completely unconcerned, making statements such as "They are old - let them die." I couldn't believe her attitude or the fact that it didn't seem to attract any attention. She made many comments about Terri being a waste of money, that she should die. She

said it was costing Michael a lot of money to keep her alive, and that he complained about it constantly (I heard him complain about it all the time, too.) Both Michael and Adams said that she would be worth more to him if she were dead. I ultimately called the police relative to this situation, and was terminated the next day. Other reasons were cited, but I was convinced it was because of my "rocking the boat."

13. Ms. Adams was one of the people who did not seem to be intimidated by Michael. In fact, they seemed to be very close, and Adams would do whatever Michael told her. Michael sometimes called Adams at night and spoke at length. I was not able to hear the content of these phone calls, but I knew it was him talking to her because she would tell me afterward and relay orders from him.

14. While at Palm Gardens, I became fearful for my personal safety. This was due to Michael's constant intimidation, including his menacing body language, vocal tone and mannerisms.

15. I have contacted the Schindler family because I just couldn't stand by and let Terri die without the truth being known.

FURTHER AFFIANT SAYETH NAUGHT.

CARLA SAUER IYER, R.N.

The foregoing instrument was acknowledged before me this _____ day of September, 2003, by CARLA SAUER IYER, R.N., who produced her Florida driver's license as identification, and who did / did not take an oath.

(Non-text portions of this message have been removed)

Pretty scary is it not? God forgive our whole country.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

Palm Sunday!

Oh my, how lent has flown by. I can't believe that we are now entering Holy Week. I still need to get my thoughts together as far as planning my baking and getting together something for the boys Easter Baskets. I think that I am going to get them a nice gift, a few little trinkets and forgo must of the candy. They still have a few years before they find out how much more others get. So don't any of you reading this, tell them. ;) Shawn and I are thinking of getting a tricycle for Joseph but we still haven’t made up our mind for Gerard’s gift. Colette will have to be contented with looking pretty on Easter. As for me, I will have to be content with not losing as much weight as I would have like since giving birth to my sweetie pie.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

First Post!

Ok, I've been trying to get a blog going for a while with Movable Type so I could have more options but alas to have options one needs to be a little more adept at HTML. I will learn but in the meantime E-Blogger will do just fine.

Terrie Schiavo has been with outthought food and water now for about 24 hours. I am sick at heart to know that this is going on. It is hard for me to believe that there are such people in the world that could starve someone to death. What a terrible, terrible way to die. When Schindler attorney Barbara Weller told Terri they were going to remove her feeding tube, "Terri began to cry and tried to say 'I want to live..' Attorney Weller said she had a difficult time calming Terri down." Have Mercy Dear Lord on us all.

I hope to update from time to time on my day-to-day life as a wife and mother of my little ones. Joseph 2-1/2 Gerard 2 and Colette 3 months will no doubt give me plenty to write about.