metamorphosis

We've entered many phases of interest throughout Little Buddy's four and a half years.  We are currently in the super concentrated insect phase.  I really cannot express fully in words how excited and proud I am of the little guy because he loves to learn just as much as his daddy and I do.

He's been catching various insects (crickets, grasshoppers, moths, rolly pollys, caterpillars, and a praying mantis) and putting them in his habitat to observe.  That's a post for another day!  We've also been watching a good deal of youtube videos on wasps and hornets, which he wisely isn't interested in actually catching.   But when a friend posted on facebook that she was selling monarch caterpillars so we could watch the whole metamorphosis process, I knew this hit at the perfect time for us!  We got four at various stages of growth.

It has been so fascinating to watch!!!  The first one was still hanging in his "J" at 830pm on Wednesday, the 17th.  I got home at 930pm and it was the finished chrysallis!  The kids had just missed it!  So on Thursday, I kept a close eye on the second that was hanging in his "J".  That evening, we caught it and got to watch the process!  Just amazing!!!

Now we are waiting ... 3 have turned to a chrysallis and the smallest caterpillar we got, which was smaller than a grain of rice upon arrival, is now the size of the first ones!  They grow SOOOO fast!  (and man, I would have never, ever imagined just how much these little dues poop!)  I'm excited for the kids to get to watch a monarch butterfly emerge... and maybe, just perhaps, I'm a tad excited about the opportunity to photograph such an event!!!


great. big. bust.

At the beginning of the summer, I made a list of all the fun things we needed to do.  Suddenly, last week I realized that we had yet to make it to our Splash Pad.  I think the Splash Pad here is so cool, and I still can't believe it is completely free.  But the last two summers, neither of my kids have cared one bit for it.  The Little Lady spent the entire time begging to go onto the playground nearby while Little Buddy just laid belly and face down on the concrete absorbing the heat.

So I had high hopes that maybe THIS summer would be different and they'd finally embrace the Splash Pad, like every other normal kid on this planet would.

Well, I should have known better.  They made it about five minutes.  I'm not going to be taking them back. Ever.

The Little Lady just followed Little Buddy around and then started whining for the playground.  And Little Buddy wanted to run, full speed ahead, in circles around the perimeter.  I was afraid he was going to clock some little kid and split their head open, so I told him he wasn't allowed to run, just like there is no running at the pool.

Welp.  Should have known.  Fun time over.  He spent the next hour begging to eat his lunch (at 10:10am) and not getting into the water at all.  I finally let them eat at 11 and then we went home.  Great. Big.  Bust.


All of these images were taken in the first five minutes we were there.




be thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart

After Nathan was born, I always had this nagging back of my mind feeling that something was wrong with him.  Health wise, bad wrong.  And I just kept waiting for that shoe to drop.  When he was two and we were having less than solid poop issues.... I thought we had entered that arena.  But we hadn't.  It was just toddler chronic non specific diarrhea, and easily, easily solved by ensuring he had mondo fat every time he ate.  It was a relief (and he did outgrow it by around 4).  But I still had that looming, nagging 'something's wrong' feeling back there in my mind.  I couldn't urge it away.

I chalked it up to my super hero powers.  You did know that I'm Anxiety Girl, didn't you?  I have my own tshirt, for goodness sakes!  They made a mistake on it though -- she is supposed to have blond hair.

Then Cora came along.  She seemed perfect.  I could never understand it, but I just didn't have those same anxious feelings about her health.  I had absolutely no reason to think anything was wrong with Nathan (other than Dr. L telling me there were 3 things 'wrong' with him during his first pediatrician visit, all of which resolved fairly quickly).  And I spend so much time worrying about stuff as it is, I just didn't put any energy into worrying about Cora's health.  She seemed just fine, and despite all of her efforts to NOT consume food, she still grew.  All was well, right?



I first noticed her eye before her 12 month visit.  Dr. L had us "watch" it.  When it was still occurring, and occurring more frequently, at her 2 year visit, he thought we should visit a pediatric Ophthalmologist.  I should have asked for a specific recommendation then.  I didn't.  I just googled one here in town, made the appointment and we went.

That was the doctor who used the phrase "fight like a wild cat" while referring to Cora.  Needless to say, that visit went reaaaaaaal well.  What we had observed was Cora's right eye wandering off to the right, wandering out.  She mainly did it when she was tired, or when she was looking off into the distance, zoning out, or watching tv.  They determined that her vision was just fine.  That it was a muscular imbalance - her outer eye muscles are stronger than her inner eye muscles, thus pulling the eye 'out' - and we could attempt vision therapy with her.  Take an object, get her to focus on the object, and slowly bring it toward her nose, ensuring she stays focused on it until her eye popped out.  For fifteen minutes a day.

Let's just say that went SUPER well with an impertinent, independent 25 month old.  I cried more than a  few times out of sheer exasperation.  We tried it with m&ms.  She'd do it a lot better for Shawn than for me.   And eventually we stopped.  She just flat out refused to do it.  The doctor didn't seem overly concerned at this point - it was just something to do with her if we could.   We could revisit the path forward during her next year at the year mark in July.

Here you can see her rubbing her right eye.  She does this alllllll the time.  And here you see her eye rolling out.  I searched for 45 minutes for a photo that showed her eye doing this - and this one, where she is picking her nose - is what I find.  Oh well.  And then, you see her squinting her eye, which she also does alllll the time.




Fast forward to April/May 2011.  We noticed her eye doing it a LOT more.  Very frequently.  Very often.  And not just during the times we could explain off before.  She was often squinting and closing her right eye altogether.  Plus, any time we were outside she had that eye closed.  Period.  At first I thought it was a growth spurt.  She'd done that once before since her visit, but it stopped after a week or so.  But this time, it didn't decrease.  It was so alarming to us that we didn't want to wait out the year to see the Ophthalmologist again.  We made an appointment for the first of June.

She did a lot better for this visit than the first one, but they still were unable to get a 'picture' of her eyes with the machine she has to put her chin into and "look" inside.  We tried for a long, long time.  Once the doctor examined Cora, she decided that since it was only getting worse, that we should put her into glasses.  That the eye's focus mechanism is related to the muscles.  If we purposely made her nearsighted, she'd have to turn her eye in to see, thus forcing her inner muscles to strengthen.   So we purchased two pairs of glasses.

She has always HATED having anything on her face.  And she fights with tenacity every single time we ask her to wear her sunglasses.  So I was, of course, super excited that I was going to get to fight this battle all day long every single day.  woohoo.  NOT.

Cora has done better than I would have ever expected, though.  She constantly asks to take them off  -- "pease take a break now??"  But we have only had one major temper tantrum episode with it.  There have been tears, but it has just gone so much better than I could have dreamed.

At first, we never noticed her eyes doing it with the glasses on.  But then I started seeing it.  So did Shawn.  Then I started noticing her LEFT eye doing it...

I've always loved how God works his puzzle piece magic.   A close friend's son, who is about Cora's age, was recently diagnosed with Amblyopia and is now wearing glasses to correct it.  Another friend has an older son who has had similar issues and did the glasses, patching, eye drops and surgeries.  How ironic that I'd have these two local resources at my mommy disposal.

But then, when Shawn got a new employee into his group at work.... I really started to feel that God was trying to get our attention.  I couldn't ignore it any more.  This new guy in his group has 3 children, one of which is just a baby.  His wife had the same condition Cora has growing up, and has had MANY surgeries to repair it.  Both of the two older children suffer with it, or something similar and they have done the glasses and patching.  They visit a super specialist in New Orleans to handle their care.  And this dude kept emphasizing the Shawn that correcting these things early was critical.  And that 3 is really on the upper end of being able to fix these things.

Which is what I read when I did my research into all of this.  In fact, I had purchased adhesive Krafty Patches before her first visit at the local Ophthalmologist.  Dr. Ley had already identified what he thought was wrong, so I knew what the treatment would be.  I was a little surprised when she told me at that first visit that patching wouldn't help her...  but I obeyed.  I deferred to the wise local Ophthalmologist.  Stupid Carey.  Stupid, foolish Carey.

I have never "liked" this local Ophthalmologist.  I can't really put my finger onto why.  I've tried to explain it.  I can't fully.  She has a horrible bed side manner.  She acts perturbed by your presence and seems incredibly rushed, though no one else has ever been in the office while we were there.  But I find it difficult to blow off a doctor, a supposed expert in her field, because I don't "like" her and wouldn't want to spend an afternoon at the pool with her.  I didn't want to blow her off because her treatment path wasn't what I had expected to encounter from my research.  Because she is the doctor.  I'm not.  I'm not trained, and the internet is not a substitute for formal opthamalogic education.

And yet.  I didn't like how she dismissed me when I questioned about the patching.  I didn't like how she genuinely seemed to think I should be able to perform these vision exercises with my 2 year old (um, hello, you yourself referred to her as a 'wild cat').  I didn't like how she seemed annoyed with us every time we've seen her.  And lastly, I didn't like how she seems largely unconcerned about the situation in general.  There is no hurry.  No urgency.   We got the glasses and she asked to see us back in 6 months.

After Shawn's new employee at work was added to the picture, it was like the perfect storm.  Cora's eye is worsening, and seemingly worsening quickly.  We don't have warm fuzzies about the local doc.  We are friends with these two families who have children with eye issues that are incredibly similar.   And then this family from Shawn's work going through it who go to mega specialists.  God was trying to tell us - don't leave it at that.  I don't believe in coincidences.

I asked my favorite Dr. L at her 3 year appointment at the end of July for a recommendation on a second opinion.  I admitted to him that I couldn't tell him why, other than my mommy instinct was telling me not to leave it alone.  I wasn't satisfied with the local doctor.  He seemed as concerned as I was, since her eyes were still doing it with the glasses and told me who to go see in Knoxville.  I called and got an appointment for last Friday.  I was thrilled to get in so quickly.  Wouldn't you know it?  My two friends I mentioned earlier?  This is who they go see.  Coincidence?  I think not.

The difference between the two practices was immense.  I was actually quite shocked, in a good way.  This is obviously an expert pediatric practice!  EVERYONE we encountered knew JUST how to interact with children to get the job done quickly with as little trauma as possible.  First off, they took us to that machine with the chin strap.  Cora sat down and 20 seconds later the nice lady was leading us off to another room.  Shawn and I stopped her, asking incredulously, "did you GET it?"  She just looked at us like we were crazy!!!  Of course she did.  She didn't know that we've spent two hours of our lives in front of that machine trying to get a picture of Cora's eyes.  And that lady did it in 20 seconds flat, both eyes, no fussing, no whimpering, no tears.  IMPRESSIVE.

Everyone who worked with Cora (the muscles specialist, the exam specialist, and then the Ophthalmologist himself) blew us away.  You know what?  Dr. G wasn't oozing cozy bedside manner either, though we both loved him.  I had really beaten myself up for not trusting our local doctor just because I didn't "like" her.  But I realize that wasn't really "it".  It was a back of my mind 'you don't have it right" that I SHOULD have listened to, a prompting from my Heavenly Father.

The diagnosis is mostly the same, though not completely.  The treatment path, however is NOT.

Cora has Exotropia.  (this word was NEVER uttered at the local doctor - she just told us Strabismus).  The page I linked describes Cora EXACTLY - down to the intermittent aspect.  She does NOT have "lazy eye".  Lazy eye means that there is vision loss, which she as yet does not have.

Dr. G volunteered that we probably saw her rub her eyes a lot (which we have!), squint a lot (which we have!), and do these especially when she was outside in the sun (most definitely!).  The local doctor blew all these off to us when we expressed concerns about them.  We didn't mention them to the specialist.  He beat us to it!  The local doctor said it was habit that she was rubbing her eye, and she squinted in the sun just because of the predisposition to close one eye easier than the other, that we all have.  This really angers me.

Dr. G took prisms and SHOWED both Shawn and me what Cora is seeing that is causing her eye to roll outward.  He explained EVERYTHING to us.  What was happening.  He forced each of our eyes to do the very same thing, with the prisms.  And man, I can't blame her poor little eye!!!  My head spins now just thinking about what I was seeing through those prisms!

He also determined that it is not only her right eye, but also her left, though not to the same degree.  Shawn insists that the local doctor said this too, but I never heard that.  This also angers me.

Since we are seeing her eyes do this while wearing the glasses, we need to take further action and NOW.  Her new treatment will be patching.  She will be wearing a patch for 2 hours a day, alternating eyes, and gets to take Sundays off.  We go back to see him in 2 months.  If significant improvement hasn't been made in that time, we will pursue surgery.  But it is incredibly likely that we should be able to solve this in just two months, with this therapy.  She will continue to wear her glasses as much as possible for the remaining hours of the day.  Wearing the patch makes her other eye HAVE to work, and build up the muscles of that eye.

It is incredibly important that we correct this NOW, because if we don't , her brain WILL turn off the vision to one of her eyes, to resolve the double vision she's seeing.

The Knoxville practice was just so incredibly efficient, thorough, and just darn good at what they do - working with CHILDREN.

Tomorrow it will have been 7 days.  I cannot believe the changes we are already seeing.  She's been wearing her glasses nearly all day of every day and is finally asking with less frequency to take them off.  But even more shocking is how well she's taken to the patch.  It fits over her glasses frames.  She has done SOOOO well with it.  She isn't begging to take it off.  It doesn't seem to disorient her in the least.  She runs around like crazy like she always has, which makes me wonder how much her brain was already turning off the stimulation from one eye already.  Personally, I think wearing the patch must be somewhat of a relief to her brain.  She isn't having to physically block out the confusing stimulation from the other eye.    I'm just really, really proud of her.  She's one tough cookie.

We walked out that office on Friday morning with such a feeling of peace.  I cannot express the difference.  Although we're facing potential serious news.... we see HOPE and a path forward.   I am so thankful that we live close enough to a specialist like this.  An hour and a half to drive is just nothing for expert care like this!  And I'm so thankful that God kept prodding our hearts.

I have wanted to write all of this out since we left the office last Friday.  But life has happened and I jsut haven't got it done.  Finally today I was going to do it, no matter what.  The old hymn "Be Thou My Vision" has come to me from so many directions this week.  I couldn't ignore it.  Although I'm typically not a lover of the old hymns, that is one I do adore.  And suddenly, when I was finally able and ready to write this blog post, I logged into blogger and Itunes continued.  And I heard loud of clear

be thou my vision, oh Lord of my heart

I feel a little silly for not realizing the connection before now.  God is just encouraging my spirit.  God loves Cora, even more than I do.  He holds her in His hands.  I must trust Him, His wisdom, His timing, His path for her and for me.  Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

We went outside Tuesday and I took some pictures to document how stinking cute she is in her patch.






10 on 10 | August edition

One thousand four hundred eighty.  That's how many photos are in my July 2011 folder.  You read that correctly, 1480.

Documenting the real life, real essence, real personality of my children's childhoods is incredibly important (and incredibly enjoyable) to me.  I simply cannot pull my camera out and take a couple shots. I just can't.  Every time I pull it out, hundreds of clicks pass through my hands.

And so I get monthly folders that typically approach a thousand images.  I'm starting to feel sorry for whoever has the daunting task of going through all these images later.  How on earth can you find anything after the fact?  I know I have difficulty now and I'm only four years into this parenting thing!  Often times I'll remember a particular image, and then go back to try to find it.... and search and search and search... and get no where.  But when ever I go to whittle down my photo repository, I can't delete them.  I just can't.  Not even bad ones.  I'm attached to each and every single shot.

As I've worked on this new awesome project tonight, the 10 on 10, I kept seeing commercials for that Hoarders show on TLC or Discovery.  And suddenly it struck me.

i. am. a. hoarder.  

Just like those people that we watch and are appalled over due to all the horrible stuff they keep in their homes.... it's just that my hoarding happens to be directed at photo files.... so you won't notice my problem if you happen to stop by unexpectedly to visit.  I guess that's a good thing.

All of that to say, when I saw recently on the Bloom Forum about a cool new personal project, the 10 on 10, I couldn't help but pounce on it.  What a great way to document the entirety of our day, not just the moments that make me grab the camera.  This was inspired by this post by Jack and Ruby Studios.  And nine other photographers are participating with me!

The long and short of it is, on the 10th of every month, I post 10 images capturing a day in our life.  I captured Wednesday July 27, 2011 for this go-round, and tried to shoot about every hour.  It was a blast.  (and of course, I had a treacherous time trying to narrow it down to just 10!)

Next on the circle is Chesney Maxwell.  Check out her 10 on 10 post here.











Don't forget - keep going and see what  Chesney Maxwell captured on her day!

culinary summer: homemade sister schubert yeast rolls

For many families, a meal without bread is just insanity.  We never had bread with meals growing up.  Only when we went to visit grandparents (and man, I STILL have dreams about Grandma E's fried cornbread.  Shew, was that good).  Just like we never, ever had desserts unless visiting elsewhere.  So including a bread for each meal time is something I have to think about.  It doesn't come naturally to my meal planning instinct.  However, a bread with each meal IS something Shawn's family considers a requirement, so I've had to adjust a tad.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I love bread.  Really, really love real bread.  Real, fresh bread with real softened butter -- one of my favorite culinary pleasures.  And yet, I totally realize that the key to some fluff (aka: weight) loss would be eliminating the bread, pasta, potatoes and SUGAR from my diet.  I did so good with this until the kiddos.  I have zero will power.  If these foods are in front of me, I cannot resist.

And so, we eat bread.  We love the frozen Sister Schubert rolls from the grocery store.  I love the ease of not having to think about having a bread.  At the last minute, toss them into the toaster over and a few minutes later, lovely, tasty yeast rolls.  But dude, they are expensive!  So I decided to try my hand at doing my own frozen Sister Schubert yeast rolls.  It has turned out fabulous!

Found the recipe on Google.  Bread Machine Rolls.  I had all the ingredients on hand and went to town.  I do love my bread maker.  I baked them lightly and let them cool.  Then I put them in the freezer on a pan for a flash freeze.  An hour later, I tossed them in a huge ziploc bag and stored in the freezer.  When we were ready, I pulled them out and warmed them up in the toaster over, just like usual.  Pure awesomeness.

The recipe says it makes 12 rolls, but dude, they were enormous!  The next time I made them, I made 16 and the size was more appropriate.  I also never bother with egg washes.  Too high maintenance for me and I just don't care for the result.  But for this day for the pictures, I thought I should follow the directions.

Just toss all the ingredients in the pan.  Press Go.  Go to Jail.  Go to directly to jail.  Do not pass Go.  Do not collect $200.  Did I say I love the bread maker?


When the dough cycles finishes, you roll out the dough and separate into 12 (or 16) pieces and set them out to rise.  I use my Silpat here.  No need to grease the pan or use parchment.  And no sticking, w.h.a.t.s.o.e.v.e.r.  Then you do the egg wash, if you are so inclined.  I had little helpers.  I think they may have been a wee bit liberal in the application.


Bake and enjoy.  Don't they look tasty? They sure are.  Do notice how I didn't bake them until they turned brown.  Let the toaster over do that when you reheat them.  But you can see, they are still perfectly cooked on the inside.


Now, perhaps when spare time just randomly falls from the sky, I'll calculate the cost so I can know for certain I'm saving some cash and not wasting time I could spend ten thousand and one other ways.

Lastly, dude, I love my Silpat.  I don't know how folks get along without one.  I have two of these.  One of my best culinary investments, period.

culinary summer: capellini pomodoro

The first restaurant Shawn took me to was the Olive Garden.  We were in high school.  We hardly ever went to restaurants when I was growing up and I didn't feel very comfortable in what I then deemed to be a very fancy restaurant.  I had a hard time letting someone else pay for my meal like that.  Things have changed a lot in the years since then.

But my favorite meal that I enjoyed at the Olive Garden was their Capellini Pomodoro.  I would intend to try something new every time we went in college, but just couldn't.  I loved the Capellini Pomodoro so much.

Olive Garden has however gone downhill in the last decade and we can't stand to eat there any more.  At all.  Ick.  But that dish still stays with me.  We love it.  And with the influx of summer tomatoes right now, we enjoyed some homemade Cappelini Pomodoro last night and man, was it tasty!!!

Can home grown tomatoes, home grown fresh basil, garlic, olive oil and Italian for real Parmesan Cheese get any better?  I certainly think not!



Here is a recipe, though the photo leaves much to be desire.

I have found the one whom my soul loves.

Back in February, I got one of those "Prince of Nigeria" emails.  You know the ones.  Some royal dude from somewhere far, far away is writing you, special you, and needs your help with his millions.  I used to be very trusting and gullible.  I am terrified of i d e n t i t y t h e f t.  I am terrified of getting conned.  And so I have turned cynical, wary, and skeptical.  So that email, back in February... here's the gist of it.

Saw my work on a friend's facebook page.
Together for eight years and have never, ever, had professional photos done.
Live in Alaska, but husband from Tennessee.
Visiting the area in May.
Want ME to shoot them when they are here.
I read the email over and over again.  Picking it apart.  Looking for any trace of grammatical or spelling errors, to indicate one of those foreign scams.  Looking for pieces that didn't make sense... My gut feel?  This was a scam.  I've read online so many horrible scam scenarios over the last few years.  I didn't want to be taken.  I nearly didn't reply.  Because this simply had to be a scam.  I default now to cynical.  Default to skeptical.   This person couldn't really be interested in ME shooting them, when they have so many other options to choose from.

In the end, however, there was a chance it was legit.  So I did reply.  Turns out, it wasn't a scam.  It wasn't a Prince of Nigeria email.  It was my first ever photo session where someone saw my art, valued it enough to pay the high cost, and chose to have me use them as my subject to create more art.  They weren't just my friends who thought I took good pictures.

Shawn instructed me to send him a text message every 15 minutes during the shoot.  When they arrived and got out of their car, I knew everything was going to be okay.  They, in fact, were worried that "I" was the serial murderer who had lured them out to the middle of nowhere.

"I have found the one whom my soul loves."  Song of Solomon 3.4

I don't know that I've ever met people who were more fun and more in love.  She adores him.  He adores her.  They ooze it.  I am so incredibly honored that they wanted my particular brand of art to document this special time in their lives.   I just hope that weird isolated stay at home mom me didn't talk too much to them.  They were just so much fun.