OOPS

Baby Alex arrived February 4, not February 7.

LUDKE-WHO?-VILLE

It's been absolutely so long since I wrote on my Ludke-ville blog that I forgot how to find it and how to do it.  But ... I think I've figured it out.  Am giving it a shot anyway.

A lot has 'gone down' since I last wrote.  How do I know?  Uhm ... it's May 4, 2012.  Looking at my blog there are NO posts at all in 2012.  So chances of me repeating myself are slim to none.  I can barely remember past yesterday much less over 5 months.

There have been some highlights.  Like we got a new little fellow in our family.  He was born February 7.  When we got him he looked like this:

A very tiny man, not quite 6 1/2 pounds. 

Randy and I were very happy.  Let me say that again.  Randy and I were VERY happy to be able to be able to be part of the arrival process.  Rhiannon's doctor said "if he isn't here by this date, we will induce labor on that date".  So we strapped ourselves into the Mama-n-Papa-Mobile and headed that direction.  We met up with a very hugely pregnant mommy and a daddy who was all set to meet his little boy.

Oh ... and dare I forget that there was a tiny little girl waiting for us too?  Now THAT was fun.  While poor mommy and daddy had to leave for the hospital at something like 4 a.m. - we got to sleep in until we were awaken by a cheerful little imp climbing onto our air mattress bed announcing that it was morning.

We had such fun - the whole day was absolutely a joy for us.  After she took her nap, I got the privilege of turning her into a Princess for a princess ball.  Fortunately her little brother had cooperated by arriving in time to allow their daddy to rush back home, throw on a suit and tie (he cleans up real good!) and transform HIMSELF into a Prince.  It was a daddy/daughter Princess Ball.  I think it is safe to say that both our Prince (daddy) and Princess (Jaimee) had a ball. 

I'll show you a picture of the Princess, but first I have to tell you that my sister-in-law Deb told me I could have been a fairy-godmother!  Isn't that the coolest thing to say to someone?  *smile*

While they were at the ball - Mama and Papa made the trip to the hospital to meet Alex for the first time.  I have to tell you .. he was adorable!!  Ryan brought Jaimee from the ball to the hospital while we were there still.  She climbed up on the bed with her mommy and Alex, leaned real close to him and told him "Alex, we have a room for you."  Needless to say she loved him from the start and after 3 months, she is still pretty enamored with baby Alex.

On January 13 I had surgery on my left foot.  It's amazing how they do things anymore.  I had to be at the hospital around 7 or 7:30 a.m.   They did all sorts of stuff to get me ready, put me in fine hospital gowns and blue booties and matching hat.  Gave me a shot in a nerve under my knee ... you know the nerve, right?  It's the one that "is shaped like a sailboat".  (I was at the University of Iowa - a teaching hospital and I think I was the first nerve block this young anesthesia wanna-be had done!  Never mind - it worked!  I could feel NOTHING from the knee down for about 24 hours!)

So after I was prepped they hauled me down the hallway on my wheeled chariot and turned the corner into the operating room.  I met some of the team that would be working on me, they gave me something and ... that's all she wrote!  At least I didn't hear or feel them "writing" - but during that time they fixed a bunion on my big toe by cutting two wedges out of the toe (suppose they tossed them onto the bone pile) screwed it back into one piece with some titanium screws.  They shortened the toe next to that one.  And to correct some abnormal movement in my foot they put some titanium bars across the top of my foot, again securing them with screws.

They stitched me up, put a little plaster mini cast on it and once I woke up - I was free to go home by three.  All that for only $48,600.  Imagine that!  What a bargain.

It's been a wild ride and I'm happy to say that most of it is behind me.  It's been sixteen weeks today.  I'm still tender and swollen.  Thank goodness for Birkenstocks!  I can usually get my foot INTO them in the morning - by noon or mid-afternoon its pretty tight and by evening it's quite a chore to slip it off my fat foot. 

It's so much better to walk on two feet than it was to ride the knee scooter or use the walker. 

Fat Foot at Sixteen Weeks.

Ewww!  We didn't want to see that!

Sorry!

Let's see -- what else?  Surely SOMETHING can get the image (above) out of our minds ... Hmm?

My mom and dad are doing okay.  Mom had a rough go of it with some kidney related issues.   Very sick mom.  She's a fighter and seems to have put most of that behind her.  Now we're looking forward (with some fear and trepidation and some 'can't wait to get it over''d-ness') to having a surgery for mom's knee.  I know it's going to be another rough patch - but she'll have less pain and I hope she will be happy that she had it done.  Dad seems to be doing pretty well too. 

Oh, here's some more stuff ...

My grandchildren are two babies with one face:

Jaimee on left and Alex on right at about the same age.

Cool screensaver, huh?

Nick loves his niece and nephew!

  





I left this note on a red car:

Because I did this to it: 

Randy and I are fine - and loved the time we've spent with our Orland Park family last weekend.  We got to babysit while mommy went out with some girlfriends and daddy had to work.  We did so much stuff ... planted flowers in a pot, painted, made smoothies, caught butterflies, walked to the park to SWING!

We've also enjoyed the time we've got to spend with Nick and his friend Micayla this week.  Not sure what you call this friendship yet, but we do like her.  She seems to like us!  So as far as we are concerned things are going well!

Hope all is well. 

Signing off ...

Randy and Vonda ... a couple of folks who have a couple of reasons to be happy!

  

 





PS  I've got $3.27 here to give to the first person who can figure out a way to get those little folks closer to us!  *smile*