0% Never looked so good.

How often do you get excited when your child gets a 0% on a test?  Never.  However when my daughter recently got the results from her test in December we literally were jumping up and down and screaming with joy.

Wanna see?

Yup... that is the best 0% test I will ever see.

She's a Big Girl

I was chatting with a good friend this morning about insulin pumps vs. injections. We were talking about how sometimes when doing injections in public people will look at you weird. They may whisper, point, and be rather rude about it making you feel very self-conscience.  It's not like we stand up on the table and do a dance to get everyone's attention. 

It reminded me of a time my husband and I went to Taco Bell. It was a little past lunchtime in the middle of the week. We just about had the place to ourselves. I did not have "Freeda" (my insulin pump) yet, so I was pulling out the vial and filling my syringe. A couple tables away there was a mom and her little girl waiting for their to go order. The girl was maybe 3 or 4 years old. I was doing the best I could to keep everything as descreet as possible, but little kids have radar. That little girl had been running around and when she saw the needle she climbed up in her mom's lap and said:

"Mommy.. that lady is getting a shot." I looked up and the mom looked at me. She smiled and said, "Yes she is. She has to do that so she can eat." The little girl looked at me and then turned back to her mom. "I don't have to get a shot so I can eat. I had to get a shot once. You remember Mommy? I cried. That ladys not going to cry cuz she's a big girl, huh Mommy?"

At that m oment their order was called, so they got their food and left.  As they walked out the little girl smiled at me and waved bye.  The little girl was not scared and didn't look at me like I was a monster either.  It was so refreshing to witness the whole interaction.  Knowing that that little girl will remember that forever makes me what to thank that mom even more.  She did so much in those two minutes for her daughter, for me, and for all of us.  THANK YOU!

Wordless Wednesday - What's in the cookie?

Hmmm....

A Moment to Cherish

This past weekend was my daughter's senior year JROTC Military Ball.  She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.  It is her fourth year in the JROTC program at her high school.  Parents are invited to the ball every year, but we have opted to not go, until this year. 

As any woman knows (consider this a fair warning to all Dad's out there), a ball is all about the dress.  It has to be perfect and unique.  Dress shopping can last for weeks.  The original plans for a flapper style dress were scrapped at Christmas time.  My daughter went to the fabric store with Grandma and they found the perfect pattern and fabric.  The pattern would be slightly modified and a couple extra details added.  Unique, remember?

The three day weekend in January was spent making this dress.  I twitted pictures at the different stages of progress hashtagged as #operationballgown.  Talk about a marathon weekend!  Saturday morning it began with the laying out of the pattern and cutting the fabric, and finished Monday afternoon with the zipper.  It was insane.  Some of the fabric was glittery.  To this day, I have glitter everywhere.  EVERYWHERE!! I've heard glitter referred to as the herpes of the craft world.. I can believe it.  It was worth it though.  She got so many compliments on her dress.

Fast forward to this past weekend.  After a day of emotional ups and downs it was time for the ball.  We all arrived just in time for the dinner bell to ring.  The meal was good and the speaker was even better.  The traditions were great.  I had heard about the grog bowl over the years, but after seeing it I'd have to say it is something you have to watch to fully understand.  Not something for the weak stomached.

All in all in was a good night.  We ate.  We danced.  We laughed. 

However, the best moment for me was this: 

 

 

There is just something about a Daddy Daughter moment...

 

Wordless Wednesday - Spring is Coming

Leaf buds on my tree.

Lots of leaf buds on my tree.



Bright Sun-shiny day.

New Part Needs a Name

Ok everyone, I need some help.

The middle of January I received an email from Dexcom about upgrading my 7+ to the new G4.  I had originally decided to hold off.  After all, George was only 8 months old and was working fine.  Why would I want to replace him? (Yes.. you can all gasp and shake your head at me now.)  However, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea.  Who knows how long it'll take the G5 to receive final approval?  Now, I'm a patient person.. most of the time.. but I didn't want to wait that long.  So... I ordered my G4.

Friday, he arrived.

 

I was so EXCITED!!  Had I still had noise makers left over from New Year's my neighbors would have thought I had lost my mind.  Unfortunately, he didn't come with any sensors (maybe because he was an upgrade and not a new purchase? Who knows).  I still had some sensors for George so I wasn't going to be without my "I-feel-like-I-have-to-check-it-more-often-than-I-really-do-because-it-is-so-awesome" graph.  In fact, it gives me time to name him.

This is where you come in.  I need help naming him.

Isn't he pretty?

I have a two rules to naming my robotic body parts:

1. Only my pump can have a female name:  Freeda.
2. No part can have the same name as someone I know.  (Side note:  When I got George, I was not on Twitter and didn't know Ninjabetic.  He is offically the first human George I know.) 

If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments.  I will reveal his name is a not too distant future post, so stay tuned.