It's been a while. I have a lot to tell.

Heath had a dentist appointment today to get two teeth filled.
The dentist gave him the option to be numb or not. He chose not.
First of all what dentist gives a patient that option? Second of all who chooses not to be numb?
I'll tell you who, Superman and my husband.

The Sunday before last Noah noticed Asher's shoulder for the first time.
They were eating breakfast at the table and I was running around the kitchen getting things done.
Noah got up from his seat, went over to Asher and pointed to his shoulder said, "oh, no, what happened?"
Because the muscles in Asher right shoulder are atrophied his shirt sometimes falls down.
I told Noah that his bones were a little smaller on that side and that it was a special shoulder. I assured him it didn't hurt Asher. He seemed ok with that answer and went back to his seat and continued eating.
I thought it was interesting that at 3 Noah could tell that something wasn't "normal".

There have been 3 deaths in our ward this year. This past Saturday night a sweet little lady passed away. I
I was her visiting teacher for a while and had her granddaughters in my young women class.
She was in her 60's, very funny, very nice, and easy to talk to. She was not very active at church but when she came to church I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. She got into a car wreck with a semi and was in ICU for a month before she passed away.
I remember hearing the news and thinking, "Oh, no, not Sister Bonk. It couldn't be!"
I kept her in all my prayers.
She was not doing well but I felt at peace when I prayed for her. Not that she would necessarily live but that she would be right with our Heavenly Father before she passed away.
I wanted to go see her in the hospital but was unable to.
Heath went up and gave her a blessing.
He said she couldn't really talk much. She was trying so hard to say something to him but all she got out was "babies". He assured her the boys were fine. She was always asking me about Asher and how he was.
She really was a neat lady and I hope I'll get to talk to her again someday.

Also, there are a lot of old cemeteries here in PA. Today we had some time to kill in between picking up Noah from school and an appointment. So, we drove around a really old, huge cemetery.  I know seems kind of weird but it was really neat. Oldest person that we saw was born in the late 1700's.
I told Heath that I want him to make my grave stone out of clay and that I want it to be a little bench so that people could come to my grave sit down, and talk to me. The bench would say something like "sit down and stay a while". I then thought about my Nanaw who passed away years ago. I don't think I've ever been to her grave site. I think I'll go when I'm in Texas next time and chat with her.:)

I forgot to add this picture to the last post. Asher loves to go fishing with the boys and one day he grabbed  the fishing pole while saying pole (sounds like po) and headed toward the pond. I didn't think he would be able to walk and carry the pole but he did. Oh, also, his last weigh in he weighed 18 pounds 2 ounces at 18 months old. He's still in size 2 diapers. He can point out Jesus in picture and can say Jesus. He knows that the animals with the antlers are for hunting (he sticks out his finger and makes a shooting noise) and yes he learned that from his daddy.

Ok, Asher's surgery and then I'll stop. I didn't know until the day before that they were going to do the muscle release and the tendon transfer. I thought it would just be the muscle release so I wasn't prepared until that point for him to be in a cast. I was definitely not prepared for the cast to be as big as it was. We left at 8:45 am to be there at 11 am. The surgery started at noon. For some reason he wasn't as nervous this time. He cried a little when they weighed him but for the most part he was very brave. I went into the operating room sat him down on the table (he started to cry a little at this point but was easily comforted by a hug) while everyone was getting ready. He just looked around. Then they were ready. They used the gas again. He was crying and looking at me. I kept telling him it would be ok. The long blinks started, the crying turned to whimpers and he was out. I was told it would be about two hours.
I ate something, I read, I watched a little sports center with no anxiety.
I just knew he would be ok.
When I saw him afterward he was pretty groggy so I just held him while he slept. I was scared to pick him up with that huge cast so the nurse handed him to me. I wasn't even sure how to hold him.
We left at 5 and got home at 7. long day.
He's been doing pretty well sleeping in that thing. He wakes up a lot to try to get comfortable but falls back to sleep pretty easily.
He doesn't seem to mind that his arm is up in the air all day. Although occasionally he will say "off" or "all done".
I think his balance might be a little better with the cast. We don't let him go too far because we don't want him to fall.
I cried on Saturday. I'm a cryer. I cried because the reality of what the next 6 weeks was going to be like set in . I cried because I felt disconnect from Noah from being at girls camp the week before and having Asher's surgery on Friday and Asher requiring a lot of my attention on Saturday. I cried because my house was a mess and probably would be that way until the cast came off. My mom called while I was crying. She must have been inspired :) We have had a lot of support from our family.
ok I'm done.

Well, it's true that I hope to run a 5K in a few weeks. Also true that I have a new friend named Mr. Dorn.  We compare bread and canning recipes. He baked some really good bread for me and he likes to grind his own wheat too. I'll have to get the recipe. I hope he'll let me share it with you. Well, he is Heath's friend too. He owns a bow shop and shooting range. Hum, imagine that! Oh wait, he has bees, chickens and a large garden. cool.