Monday, July 2, 2012

Short but Fun-Sized....

     Karly.  My Karly.  She has always been tiny.  We just always thought that my family genetics were coming through.  I mean I am the tallest female in my family at about 5' 6'.  Crazy to think that is tall but it is.  I am taller than my dad's brothers and sisters and about all my cousins on that side.  They are all my height or shorter.  My brother is a biological wonder at a whopping 5' 11"!  Luckily for our family, most of us have married into taller gene pools.  But I was never really concerned about Karly's height.  Sure, she is short but she is half Schwartz.  All of my own sisters are shorter than me, ranging in heights from 5' to 5' 4".  My oldest niece is 4' 10".  The doctors have always looked at Mike and I and said that she should be taller.  He is 6' 2".  I was just doing my part to improve the height in the gene pool. :)   I always just said they didn't see my side of the family.  We are short but adorable. ;)

     Last June, Mike took Karly for her yearly asmtha check and height/weight check in.  Mike has always been more concerned with Karly's height than me.  He wanted to talk to the doctor about it.  When he came home with Karly, she had been diagnosed with short stature and had a referral to see a pediactric endocrinologist.  Whoa!  We had been talking about taking her ro see one for a while.  But here it was.  She needed to go.  Quite frankly, I scared me.  Nothing could be wrong with my child.  They are perfect.  I mean besides them being typical kids.  But you know what I mean.  I was scared about how far this would go and what it would mean.

      I made the appointment at the endo office for the end of August.  I thought it was crazy that we had to wait almost 3 months to see the doctor.  But she was a specialist and that is pretty typical.  Before we went our pediatrican ordered a few tests to be done so we would have fairly recent information on Karly for the endo doctor.  She a full blood work up done.  I was not there.  I can not handle things like that but Mike was and he was the one that was needed.  I took him and 2 lab techs to hold her down and draw the blood while she was screaming.  The child may be short but she is strong and her lungs work just fine.  She also had to have a bone age scan done.  This really is just an xray to see how her bones are and her growth plates.  The good news was that her plates were wide open still.  So plenty of room to grow but her bone age was just about 8 years 10 months.  She really was too small for her age.  So armed with the bone age scan, the blood results (which came back as all levels in normal range), and her FULL medical history, we went and met with Dr. Raman.

     Dr. Raman is very nice and very thorough.  I like her.  Karly keeps wanting to ask her if her first name is Top.  I just tell her that she works with kids and has probably already been asked that.  She found that Karly was well proportioned just small and healthy.  But she wanted to run the blood work again and add a couple of new tests.  She wanted her tested for Cealiac's and Turner Syndrome.  She didn't think she had them but wanted to be sure.  Luckily she didn't have to have the Cystic Fibrois or swallow study done.  She already had those done as a toddler.  We didn't get the test done by our next visit because the insurance company was being weird abotu the pre-approval for the Turner test because it is a chromasomal test.  Which means very expensive.  Plus I wasn't pushing too hard for more blood work.  She hates needles and will fight having them come near her.

     After the October visit, we had to get these tests done so we did and just hoped the insurance company would cover them.  Mike of course took her to get that round done.  She did better but kept calling out the techs for trying to distract her.  Happily, the tests cam back negitive.  No Cealiac's or Turners.  At the February visit the next test was decided and it was not going to be fun.  She needed the Hormone Stimulation Test for the middle of March.  She would be admitted to the Rapid Treatment Unit at Primary Children's and be hooked up to an IV.  Sounds like fun for her,  right.  While she was hooked up they would give her 2 types of synthetic hormones, one at a time, and then draw blood every half hour to see how her body reacts.  So the IV was best because they wouldn't have to poke her for each new draw.  The first try for the IV didn't work.  Luckily, the second one did.  It was weird seeing her look so little in the hospital bed.  The first hormone had no real side effects so she talked and painted right through it.  She second one made her drowsy and fall asleep.  Once that part of the test was done she could eat (she had been fasting).  She was discarged about 5 hours later once she didn't throw up, could go to the bathroom, and was feeling okay.

Karly all set up with the IV.

Not for the faint at heart.  Here is the IV in her arm.


She is out cold but Daddy is cuddling with her.
  
  We got the test results back about a week later.  Her pituitary gland was not producing enough growth hormone.  She needed to be on Human Growth Hormones.  I gotta tell you that this was my worst fear.  I had so many questions.  First of all, daily injections for the child who hated needles and shots.  Right.  This should be fun.  Second, for how long would she be on these shots?  Who was going to give them to her?  Do I have to stand there every night with a syringe and vial measuring her dose and injecting her in the leg and bum?  How much is this going to cost?  How much would the insurance cover?  Might as well knock her out every night because this is not going to go well.  But first before we did all this she had to get a MRI done to make sure she had no obstructions in her brain stopping the gland from working.  That didn't go to bad.  She just felt dizzy after and got to watch a part of a Harry Potter movie during it.  The test came back normal.  Of course my brother had to ask if they found out if she had a brain.  She hit him for that one and he just laughed.

     So at the beginning of May she started on daily hormone injections.  It was a little scary getting all the supplies for this in.  We now have a box of alcohol prep pads, a box of needles, vials of her homones waitingto be mixed a 2 sharps containers for all of the used needles.  Scary.  We took all our suppies and were trained by Katie, a fabulous endo nurse, on how to mix the hormones and use the easypod machine to administer them.  I don't have to use the syringe and vial!  Yipee!  This easypod machine is awesome.  It fits in my hand and about 6 - 8 inches tall.  We mix a vial of the hormones.  There are usually about 8 days of injections in one vial.  We put it in the machine and it automatically measures the doses.  :)  Every night we start it up and attach a needle.  It is a very small needle and only goes 6 mm into her skin.  It is all subcutaneous.  We clean her skin with the alcohol prep pad and set the easypod on her skin.  Once it has full contact the button on top turns green, we press it, and the injection starts.  It only takes a few seconds.  But with Karly it feels like forever she thows such a fit before.  Once the injection is happening she calms down.  Strange child.  We take out the used needle and put it in a sharps container.  Over until the next night.  She mainly gets them in the thighs and upper arms.  She doesn't have enough fat for the stomach and barely enough in the arms.  She refuses to do her bum.

Her is her torture....I mean, injection device.  Her easypod.
     She will be on these daily injections for 3 to 4 years, so basically until she is done growing.  We are hoping to get her over 5 feet.  But most likely not a whole lot over.  We have had some progress.  From March to June, She has grown almost 1 inch and gained 3 pounds.  She is now 4' 3" and 56 pounds.  We have goals though.  She wants to be taller than cousin Amy and Aunt Karen.  Drive without being considered hadicapped so driving without a booster.  And be able to get dishes out of the cupboard and things in and out of the microwave without a stool.  Ambitious I know.  But in all of this, you gotta have goals. :)




Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Great to be Eight!!!!!

My Monica Rose was baptized on Saturday, January 8th. She was supposed to be baptized on January 1st at 1:00. I know getting baptized on 1-1-11 at 1:00 would have been cool but it didn't happen. In fact another lady in the stake called and asked if she could have the time and date so they could get the 1-1-11 at 1:00. She got it. We had already decided to switch the date due to family. What is important all in all is that she got baptized.

Before we went to the church. This is the dress she actually got baptized in. Our ward provides it. And her hair back in a braid so it won't come out of the water.

Her with her favorite picture of Jesus in our front room. Cute girl.

After we got home. She is officially baptized. I forgot my camera at the church. Luckily my FIL got a few pictures but I haven't seen them yet. Such a pretty girl.

Again with her favorite picture. :)

I took her shopping for this dress. She loves sparkles and glitter. I let her pick this dress out. I call it her "miniature wedding dress." She loves it. When we were shopping the store had gloves, hair accessories, and gloves prom dresses. I mean it is her type of store. She asks me, "Can I get some long gloves?" I tell her "No." Then she asks, "Can I have a tiara?" I answer "No" again. My heavens child!! It's your baptism, not your wedding. Now shopping for her wedding dress really scares me. ;)

It was a really great weekend. She was able to have both sets of grandparents up for it and her Grandma Kitty was able to talk on baptism and her Grandpa Schwartz gave the talk on the Holy Ghost. And Grandpa Jake and Grandpa Schwartz were able to witness her baptism. Even the giggle that we heard when she came out of the water. :)

A very special day indeed.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Christmas Dresses....

Here are the 2010 Christmas dresses. I did have a method to my madness. As usual. The "theme" this year is jewel tones.

Megan got black. Okay. It's not really a jewel tone per se. But it does work with the rest of the dresses and what other color could I come up with? She does look cute and going up fast.

Karly got navy blue. It's sleeveless. Still trying to figure out sleeveless winter dresses in Utah after all these years but I digress. I wanted the blue color for her because only her and Megan have blue eyes. :)

Monica had to have red and sparkles. She's my Christmas baby and red is a Christmas color so there you have it.

Katelyn got purple. I wish I had gone with a solid purple dress now but oh well. It is cute dress anyway.


And Baby. She's the one that inspired it all. She had to have a green dress. Green is her signature color after all. :)

The whole crew. See. You can see the whole theme. Jewel tones. And yes. With matching hair bows and such. Mike just shakes his head how much thought I put into the dresses for Christmas and Easter. But I know he is proud of the result.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Application to Date my Daughter....

My friend from college posted this on her Facebook account. I thought it was hilarious. I may try it a few times. Don't tempt me cuz you know I will!


FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME_____________________________________
DATE OF BIRTH_____________
HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________
SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________
DRIVERS LICENSE #________________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______

ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? __Yes __No
(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION:
In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?
______________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________
In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?
______________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________
In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?
______________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________
How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? _____________
mother? _____________
pastor? _____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers
are confidential.
A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
______________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:
______________________________________________________________
C: A woman's place is in the:
______________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:
______________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________
______________________________________________________________
______________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:
______________________________________________________________
F. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

_________________________________________________________
Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

_______________________________ ________________________________
Mother's Signature Father's Signature

_______________________________ ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.
Please allow four to six years for processing.
You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back)


To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.



Daddy's Rules for Dating


Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them..
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a sand dune near Baghdad . When my post traumatic stress syndrome starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Happy 70th Birthday Daddy!!!!

Yes. It's true. My daddy turns 70 years old today. I know I have Christmas and baptisms to write about but those can wait! This takes priority! :)
My dad is the most wonderful person any child could want for a father. Sure he got mad at us and spanked us but we were kids. He would always apologize after he spanked us and tell us he loved us. When your bum is hurting from the spanking you really don't care about the love part but you appreciate it later.
So here is brief history in pictures of my dad, Alan B. Schwartz.

He is about 2 years old here. So January 1943. He's a cutie I know!

My dad at about 18 months. He used to have light brown hair. Now you know where I get my curls from. :)

My dad at about 5 years old. He's the one to the left on the shorter bike. He's with my Uncle Bob who is the one just older than him.

My dad around 8 years old. Yep this is how he looked when he got baptized. :)

I love this picture of my dad's family. He's the most handsome boy on the right with the attitude. :)

My daddy before his mission.

My mom and dad at their wedding reception in January 1968. They are a beautiful couple aren't they.

My dad is not holding me but I still love this picture. He is sleeping holding my sleeping brother, his only son. Just precious. He still loves babies.

My family before Sarah (my baby sister) was born. I'm the one rocking the awesome blue muumuu. Don't be jealous. My dad looks happy and my mom just looks....tired. Now I now why. 5 kids will do that to you.

My daddy and I on my baptism day. Again no need to be jealous of my amazing fashion sense. It's just me rocking the white knee socks and white sandals.

Mom and dad with me on my wedding day. Sniff!

My daddy holding my baby, Mikayla. Baby loves this picture. Mikayla is wearing the dress that I was blessed in. I love this picture.

And my dad being silly with my kids and cousin Emily.

I love my dad and my girls adore their grandpa. He is the best ever. They love him and his blueberry pancakes. ;)

Happy Birthday Daddy! Love you lots!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The TPLs....

Years ago my oldest sister, Susan, told me that there was a set of "Toddler Property Laws." She actually had them printed and framed. That way if a child of hers ever complained about what the toddler at the time was doing, she would just refer them to the TPL's.

So here they are.


THE TODDLER PROPERTY LAWS

1. If I like it, it's mine.

2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.

3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.

4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

6. If I'm doing or building something, all of the pieces are mine.

7. If it looks like mine, it's mine.

8. If I saw it first, it's mine.

9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it
automatically becomes mine.

10. If it's broken, it's yours. No. Wait. The pieces are still mine.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Halloween 2010.....

Late as usual posting this. What else is new?

Halloween was fun this year. Because it fell on a Sunday, Trick-or-treating took place on Saturday. I rather liked it on a Saturday.

My 2 babies with the pumpkins for this year. Mike and I like this one because it almost looks like Mikayla is sitting in the pumpkin. :)

Miss Megan dressed as a 50's girl. I made the skirt. :) I ordered a costume for her off eBay but I hated it. Thought it looked too cheap. I should have made it to begin with. This is most likely her last year trick-or-treating. I think she would be really pushing it if she went next year.

I think this costume suits Karly. Then again a half angel/half devil would suit most children and adults too for that matter. But that's who she is. She can be the sweetest and most helpful child on earth but once she gets mad she can be evil. ;)

Monka Rose as princess Snow White of course. Bought this one. Did not feel like sewing THAT much. I did make the headband. She is super cute though.


Katelyn as her new favorite princess, Tiana. There was no way I was going to attempt making this one so of course I bought it. Such a cutie!!

What would a princess be without her frog? :) Mikayla said that Katelyn could only kiss her on the cheek.

Baby's favorite color is green. So when a friend said that we could borrow this costume the "Princess and the Frog" pair was born.

The whole crazy bunch. Love them all! :)