Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Its ok though because somehow this time it feels more like an adventure. Anyway we had a fun weekend. I took Bjorn to his first basketball game. I know he is 18 months old - well last year we couldn't take him anywhere for fear of him getting sick and this year the weather has been to crazy to think about going...but this weekend I finally did it and Bjorn loved it. Then we had a birthday party for my brother inlaw and my nephew at the bowling alley! It was great fun. Wehad the place to ourselves so each of the boys got their own lane.
Finally I would like to introduce you to Bjorn's new cousin...the first baby girl on the Anderson side. Here she is
Zella Jo... isn't she a doll!!!!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
sure the snow was still blowing and it was cold where we were...but last year at this time we could not afford to grumble about the weather... we had much bigger fish to fry! January30th, 2008 was the day that Bjorn had his heart surgery and as I sat and watched the Superbowl today (My favorite team won by the way. Go Stealers!) I couldn't help but remember that the last Superbowl I watched was from the cardiac ICU at Mayo.
Now here we are an entire year later, and I have a very important lesson that I would like to share with you. The lesson that I learned started with trip to Bismarck. I was so excited to go and do a little shopping, get out and be with other humans older than the age of 6, and all I had to do was get through a doctors appointment and the rest of the day would be filled with fun...right?...wrong! Let's just say taking a little boy just getting over croup and an ear infection to get his 18 month shots is a bad idea and then if you think you are going to take him shopping afterwards...forget about it. Don't worry he got me back, by peeing all over my leg at Bob's photo and begging for every toy at Walmart...and if that wasn't enough...it was one of those days where I just couldn't find anything on my shopping list. What a bad day!
So there I was feeling all sorry for myself, driving home, and then it hit me...duh! A year ago I was sitting in a waiting room praying, pleading, even making deals with God if He would just let Bjorn make it through surgery...well Bjorn did make it through surgery and now I have an 18 mon. old who is just starting the terrible two's tantrums, making every developmental milestone on time and beginning to talk my ear off and compared to last year it was a good day. It is all a matter of perspective!