Progress

A lot has happened since I last posted. My dad finally woke up on Sunday evening and is now slowly, but surely healing. His speech still leaves a bit to be desired, but according to my mom everything that he has been saying has been spot on. In other words, everything he says is right for the situation, he just isn't saying as much as we would like him to. Of course, he is still on some heavy pain medication.
My mom told my sister that we might get a chance to talk to him tomorrow. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle that since my last conversation with him was a short one on Saturday before they came and got him for surgery...not easy. I can't wait to talk to him and I'm even more excited to see him. We were given strict instructions not to drop everything and go, so we'll be heading out soon at our regularly scheduled time.
In the meantime, dad could use some major prayers. He's an electrical engineer...if that's not enough to convince you...he really likes to be in control, and does not like being told what to do. So, this long road to recovery which is full of dos and don'ts is going to be tough for him both physically and emotionally.

Update

Thank you everyone for praying for my dad. He was in surgery from about 10am or so until about 4pm yesterday afternoon. He had open heart quintuple bypass (5!). Everything went well, but we are still waiting for him to wake up. My mom has an incredible support system there, but I think we are still going to leave in the morning to be with them. Please continue to pray for my dad. The surgery was obviously very invasive and he has a very long and painful recovery ahead.

When it rains...

Please pray for my dad who will be undergoing bypass surgery in the morning. This is a huge shock and surprise, and the doctors are still not sure why he's even here. He had some "chest pain" last weekend while hiking HARNEY PEAK!!!!!!!! According to the doctor's he should have died at the top, so we are feeling very blessed indeed that he's still around to have the surgery. He goes in at 9:00am tomorrow morning and it will take 4-5 hours. His name is Doug!

Email me

Hey all! Awhile back our computer bit the dust and we lost all of our stored email addresses. Can all of you please email me so I have your addresses again? Unless you've received an email from me withing the past week, I don't have your address! :-) Thanks a bunch.

Miscommunication

Gigi: I don't want to pick up nothing before naptime, Mama.

Me: I don't want to pick up anything before naptime.

Gigi: Yeah, me neither.

Rough Life

We've always "allowed" our babies to sleep with us. It's what we do. We love it, we all sleep, and our doctor (gasp!) supports us wholeheartedly (while enjoying restful slumber with his sweet babies). Now there are many reasons our babies consider our bed their bed too, but secretly it's the early morning giggles and coos coming from a sweet warm body next to me that keeps the wiggly, sometimes stinky cherubs in our bed. And these scenes...
We all got to enjoy the first smiles and giggles of the morning the other day!

Friends

Here's a little preview of what is to come. The funny part is that this is the only picture that the kids were instructed to "be goofy" for.

I have a lot of nice lengthy posts in my head that ya'll may or may not ever have the privilege to read. While I keep you wondering I thought I would share some pictures of some very goofy kids, 3/5 of which are ours. On our way home from my grandpa's funeral in Kansas we stopped to stay with some dear friends in Minnesota. Bill and Meredith have three wonderful kids...well, we are assuming the third is wonderful..she/he isn't due to arrive until the fall. We were too busy enjoying our time that we all forgot to take pictures of our visit. These pictures are an attempt to capture our time there...guess the kids sum it up quite accurately.

The pictures don't tell of much needed late-night chats with great friends who are plugging down the same path as we are or of all the wonderful meals that seemed to come right after another. Bill is godfather to Aidan and Brett and I are godparents to Isaac who although we joke about being a mini-Aidan (remember, same path) truly is a unique almost 4 year-old who is a pleasure to be around. And doesn't that last picture say it all about Simon...he's super sweet! Our short visit was a great ending to a not-so-wonderful-reason-to-be-traveling.