The Quiet Life of Violet

Summer's Highlights 2/5

 

 

May wedding.
I was getting over a cold - yuck.
Beautiful bride.
Hometown venue.
Bubbles.
Adorable new step-children.
Far-away families.
Maaahm.
Dancing in the pool.
Open bar.
Twinkle lights.
Awkward smiles with ex-friends.

Mexican food.
A rockin' DJ.
Dances with her Daddies.
Cupcake tower.
Late night Journey songs with the last group of guests.

 

After party.
In-N-Out burgers.
Animal Style fries.
Milk shakes.
Rock Band.
Therapeutic massages by a groomsmen. Stolen peanut M&Ms!
Rainbow Oatmeal.
Booze and butt spankings.

"There's something in the way our lips touch,
there's something in the way we're stuck together
and they don't build love like that no more."
------->

 

Roman's Favorite Song

 

Tuesday I went to my leg doctors for another fitting. This time he had the actual socket ready - the milky plastic was flexible unlike the clear test socket from my last visit. I just scrolled through this post's pictures and realized that I didn't take any pictures of the socket this time, you can only see the flesh toned outer shell. Crazy, huh?

My doctor had me walk a bit, hands on bars, and I found it amazing how fast the motions came back after six years of not having two knees under my body. Muscle memory, perhaps? That in itself is quite funny, muscle memory, as my little leg, is PRETTY weak. My doctor used the word "jiggle" to describe the condition of my leg. NICE! I guess even teeny tiny muscles can remember what they're supposed to do, though. Thank heaven for that!

 

 

My doctor is currently making a flesh-toned cover so that the leg is not so Grindhouse looking, if you know what I mean. The machine-gun leg look works for Halloween, though. ;) I go back in a week and should have a finished leg to take home, which, by the way, blows my freaking mind. That was fast, folks. The whole "getting to walk" bit really snuck up fast! Wish me luck, friends. 

 

Summer's Highlights 1/5

**Now that Summer is winding down here in California, I thought it'd be the perfect time to share the highlights of my summer. Over the next week I will be posting bits and pieces of our adventures.**

 

 

My surgeries were rough. I had the first surgery on the last day of April. My Doctor, Dr. Phil, went in and removed a bone growth (NON-cancerous, thank GOD) that was one half of the reason why I wasn't able to wear a prosthetic leg. It was an out-patient procedure and my pain was moderate, but was easily handled with a few narcotics the first few days and then tylenol as needed. the insicion was what hurt, not so much the bone area where he "chiseled" the growth off. As the days went by, the incision hurt less and the bone area hurt more, but after about three weeks, I was pretty much pain free.

 

 

The second procedure took place on the last day of May and was a BIT more intense. Dr. Phil removed about an inch and a half of the bone that had grown too long at the end of my little leg and then stretched and wrapped the muscles over the freshly cut bone, attached them and then sewed me up. Essentially a new amputation. I stayed the night in the hospital after the surgery and spent a few minutes every two hours puking my brains out from the Morphine. ROUGH. I went home and had a hard time keeping my pain under control, so had my doctor prescribe me some long lasting morphine which ended up giving me EXTREME night terrors and once the night terrors turned into  daytime hallucinations, I said, "screw it" and decided to tough the pain out and take extra-extra strength Tylenol. After detoxing the morphine out of my system (complete with all-day nausea and a finale of an Exorcist vomit session), the pain let up day by day and after about a month, it was mostly gone.

 

 Thank God that's all over.
:D

It Was a Cone!

 

Roman's first ice cream cone.

(pardon my voice... I even annoy myself in that video!)

 

 

Cutest kid ever!

 

Lasagna Lover

Child,

You are my heart and my soul. Mommy might get flustered with your recent bout of tantrums and she might even lie sometimes and say that the cracker box is empty even if it's not, but I will always be here for you. I will always pick you up if you whine enough. I will always give you onnnnnnee more cracker even after you've demolished a man-sized stack and drooly crumbs plastered to your chin. I will be your Momma for life. Mine, yours, ours and beyond.

You are stubborn like me, my boy. You are a food lover, like me, my boy. Daddy laughs and laughs as we discover your new traits and quirks - just like Mommy. You can get away with anything once you flash that pout lip, and son, I'm not even mad. I use that pout lip daily and it has worked VERY well for me so far. There's a science to it, though. You'll learn the appropriate daily dosage of pout lip to tip the odds in your favor without being bratty. You're welcome. ;)

Daddy (and grandmas and grandpas) says that you look just like me. I don't know if I see it, I mean see my face NOW in yours, but as a baby we definitely looked alike. I'll take the compliment, though. You are a damn fine looking boy and if I look anything like you, I'm the one that's winning!

 

You learned how to sign for "more" and have been doing so immediately followed by pointing to the cracker shelf or the grapes. You are on a major grape kick, my boy! I used to have to PEEL THEM INDIVIDUALLY for you (that's true love, baby), but now you're happy to have a mound of halved grapes, any color, at any time. You like my Daddy's, Grandpa Joe's, home grown grapes the best. You grab grandpa by the hand and carefully walk to the back door and then across the deck, down the steps, around the planters and right to the little vineyard. Point, point, point. I know it warms Grandpa's heart.

You also like my homemade meatballs. And Grandma Clark's lasagna. And all of the yard pinwheels in her backyard. On any given day that you're there, I come back to find that you have uprooted a pinwheel, or whirlygig, as we call them, and you're carrying it around like you own the place. Swirling the pinwheel around like you're the conductor of the orchestra that is Grandma's house. Leading the plants and dogs in song. You are amazing, my boy.

 

Love you,

Momma

 

How did I get so lucky?

 

Yesterday's Hug

Dear Roman,

Yesterday, you learned how to hug when asked. Momma's heart grew three sizes larger each time you laid your head on Auntie Effie's or Daddy's or my shoulder.

 

What a wonderful world, my boy.

 

Forever yours,

Momma

(p.s. - your chunkles ((chunky + ankles)) rock my sock.)