tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85670322169576740562024-03-14T07:30:35.918-06:00My Life With DiabetesLife is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right & forget the ones who don't! Believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance--take it. If it changes your life--let it. Nobody said life would be easy. They just promised it would be worth it.---Author UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-27685317362095841572013-10-22T09:17:00.000-06:002013-10-22T09:17:47.901-06:00For You, My Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can not stop thinking of Shamae's three little girls; especially her oldest, Sydney, who is a diabetic not much older than my own. I hurt for her the most. A daughter needs her mother; a daughter shouldn't have to go through life without her mother.</div>
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And so I found this poem and hope that one day Sydney, along with her sisters, can find peace and joy in their lives. That's what your mom would want for all of you.</div>
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Every time that I smile,</div>
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Every time that I sigh,</div>
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I think of your face,</div>
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And a tear escapes my eye.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">You were my world,</span></div>
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My inspiration and my heart,</div>
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But when you left me,</div>
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I thought I would fall apart.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">You were my best friend,</span></div>
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My one true 'confidante',</div>
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And that's not all you were,</div>
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You were also my mom.</div>
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But you would have wanted me to,</div>
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And if there's anyone I want to make happy,</div>
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That anyone is you</div>
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But I know now that it was meant to be,</div>
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For you are still watching from up there,</div>
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And I know you're watching me.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;">I'll make you proud mom,</span></div>
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I'm going to fulfill your wish,</div>
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You're going to see me and smile,</div>
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That's a daughter's promise.</div>
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Source: <a href="http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-daughters-promise#ixzz2iQB4oZUr" style="color: #003399; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Poem From Daughter To Departed Mother, A Daughter's Promise</a> <a href="http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-daughters-promise#ixzz2iQB4oZUr" style="color: #003399; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-daughters-promise#ixzz2iQB4oZUr</a> </div>
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Another WALK Day come and gone.</div>
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Lainey got to cut the ribbon to start the WALK</div>
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This year to raise donations, we had a fundraiser at Pizza Pie Cafe. With their proceeds and our personal donations, we raised $976 for diabetes research.</div>
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Lainey helped set up breakfast items for the walkers.</div>
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Lainey signed up to do the Dexcom CGM study with Rocky Mountain Diabetes Center. She has to wear these two sensors for 7 days (August 24-31). She was pretty excited about it all and even got to try the new OneTouch Verio IQ meter.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-7073084031382843612011-12-01T19:41:00.002-07:002011-12-01T20:00:48.868-07:00Thanksgiving with D-Mom Shannon<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4hzu7LJqtY/Ttg8A5RBnuI/AAAAAAAAGZk/_6E1cyo0fcE/s1600/073.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4hzu7LJqtY/Ttg8A5RBnuI/AAAAAAAAGZk/_6E1cyo0fcE/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681356915997777634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We've now spent our second holiday with the Weeks Family. Shannon kindly invited us to her parents house for games Thanksgiving Day night. Tyson was so excited to see Libby.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZttZlcDxXzc/Ttg8ALpuQbI/AAAAAAAAGZY/b-WIuWEL0x8/s1600/071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZttZlcDxXzc/Ttg8ALpuQbI/AAAAAAAAGZY/b-WIuWEL0x8/s400/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681356903753335218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We played Bingo and the Candy Bar Game.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was so much fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AX0vEfBWkPA/Ttg7_lCM7_I/AAAAAAAAGZM/_NqEX-eic68/s1600/072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AX0vEfBWkPA/Ttg7_lCM7_I/AAAAAAAAGZM/_NqEX-eic68/s400/072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681356893387026418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey and Tyson did a quick blood sugar check before the games began.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-86921140611185465922011-09-20T11:13:00.007-06:002011-09-20T14:54:13.049-06:00Diabetes WALK 2011<div style="text-align: center;">The Heath Family Team walked in JDRF's 4th annual WALK to Cure Diabetes on September 17. Our team raised over $400 for diabetes research.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHl7cYiVnrU/Tnjy80AyNoI/AAAAAAAAGLI/4mtvu0d1qLo/s1600/003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHl7cYiVnrU/Tnjy80AyNoI/AAAAAAAAGLI/4mtvu0d1qLo/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654536458731665026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I made the raffle poster.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0MJFkbQQXM/Tnjy8maaw1I/AAAAAAAAGLA/TuGPp5Qe1M0/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0MJFkbQQXM/Tnjy8maaw1I/AAAAAAAAGLA/TuGPp5Qe1M0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654536455081083730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Katy, Natalie, Shannon, and Wendy did an awesome job putting the balloon arch together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYqenFk_-jE/TnjyJQgdrwI/AAAAAAAAGK4/1lXqJqx7q3k/s1600/007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYqenFk_-jE/TnjyJQgdrwI/AAAAAAAAGK4/1lXqJqx7q3k/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654535573027532546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shamae and Stacey</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0F669Kiz3Us/TnjyIh_y-vI/AAAAAAAAGKw/UmSO7VkjnnM/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0F669Kiz3Us/TnjyIh_y-vI/AAAAAAAAGKw/UmSO7VkjnnM/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654535560542485234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Natalie's 10 year old daughter, Oakley, with her friend. Oakley's been T1 for five years!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVcUkwARw4w/TnjyIdAPHSI/AAAAAAAAGKo/Lu7mdXWTGyc/s1600/011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jVcUkwARw4w/TnjyIdAPHSI/AAAAAAAAGKo/Lu7mdXWTGyc/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654535559202151714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shamae's cuties: Sydney, Hadlee, and Morgan</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sydney has had diabetes for three years. She and her mom recently went to Washington D.C. to participate in JDRF's Children's Congress.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czGMZmeDyso/TnjOI66mZSI/AAAAAAAAGKg/SlDHMigyPqI/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czGMZmeDyso/TnjOI66mZSI/AAAAAAAAGKg/SlDHMigyPqI/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654495984812975394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Anyone want a t-shirt?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-TRoRvEhD8/TnjOIl5gxiI/AAAAAAAAGKY/yuihTF4LpvA/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-TRoRvEhD8/TnjOIl5gxiI/AAAAAAAAGKY/yuihTF4LpvA/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654495979171268130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I met Brooklyn's mom, Melanie. Brooklyn is four years old and was diagnosed in February. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lACuFyP5it4/TnjOIl87ziI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/_i9VcgZ3GuY/s1600/014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lACuFyP5it4/TnjOIl87ziI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/_i9VcgZ3GuY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654495979185622562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This team had great shirts!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3G__4YkYik/TnjOIY29fRI/AAAAAAAAGKI/e4_c4jirBWI/s1600/015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3G__4YkYik/TnjOIY29fRI/AAAAAAAAGKI/e4_c4jirBWI/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654495975670906130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey getting ready to cut the ribbon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL2Moq5S09Y/TnjMP3Knr2I/AAAAAAAAGKA/H5QM8f5C-6s/s1600/017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL2Moq5S09Y/TnjMP3Knr2I/AAAAAAAAGKA/H5QM8f5C-6s/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654493905042255714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Team Saylor</div><div style="text-align: center;">We met Saylor and her mom, Jamie, at last year's WALK. Saylor's three years old and has had diabetes for over a year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_u2qc9OE0jk/TnjMPiDzlEI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/XUa88TWomM8/s1600/019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_u2qc9OE0jk/TnjMPiDzlEI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/XUa88TWomM8/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654493899376530498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On your mark...get set...go!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The girls and I walked the 1 mile portion, and Lainey even ran part of the way. I pretty much held Libby. The wind was not kind to us and it was a little chilly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZcgRN4tkE/TnjMPd_7-KI/AAAAAAAAGJw/8fkWoY57Yyo/s1600/021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UfZcgRN4tkE/TnjMPd_7-KI/AAAAAAAAGJw/8fkWoY57Yyo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654493898286561442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dustin and Libby cheered in the walkers at the finish line. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you <a href="http://pb-performance.com/pb/index.php">Personal Best Performance</a> for donating your floating arch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiFQkvuHuek/TnjMPIRp0JI/AAAAAAAAGJo/9UHV_6LwArw/s1600/023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IiFQkvuHuek/TnjMPIRp0JI/AAAAAAAAGJo/9UHV_6LwArw/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654493892455288978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey enjoyed the bounce house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Rc4dz_g0I/TnjK8qw19GI/AAAAAAAAGJg/zSzhkVlj_tI/s1600/024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Rc4dz_g0I/TnjK8qw19GI/AAAAAAAAGJg/zSzhkVlj_tI/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654492475783771234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We ate at the potato bar for lunch. Thank you <a href="http://www.wadafarms.com/">Wada Farms</a>!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_il2QWAnsE/TnjK8YU5JOI/AAAAAAAAGJY/wK5BIzGuAog/s1600/025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_il2QWAnsE/TnjK8YU5JOI/AAAAAAAAGJY/wK5BIzGuAog/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654492470834701538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some T1 kids had their poster on display for all the participants to see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ylTKYB14wo/TnjK8NMpipI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/BC1UPmNW3D8/s1600/027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ylTKYB14wo/TnjK8NMpipI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/BC1UPmNW3D8/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654492467847334546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our family picture</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBYExyP5Q3c/TnjK73o0U3I/AAAAAAAAGJI/MWXb38l0vb4/s1600/030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBYExyP5Q3c/TnjK73o0U3I/AAAAAAAAGJI/MWXb38l0vb4/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654492462059901810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The girls got their faces painted afterwards at The Harvest Fest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-86802679745190167472011-08-27T13:09:00.003-06:002011-08-29T11:23:28.699-06:00The OmniPod<div style="text-align: center;">A few days ago we went to an OmniPod informational meeting at Leo's Place. Among eating pizza and playing arcade games, each of us got to wear a demo OmniPod pump. The girls and I wore fake ones, but Dustin wore a real one that had been filled with saline. The insertion is super easy that Dustin said felt like a "light tap". The girls and I also slept with them that night, and it didn't come off when I showered the following morning.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d54SzBYIvPc/TllBWj96zuI/AAAAAAAAGFY/4TiFHLtlC6Q/s1600/007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d54SzBYIvPc/TllBWj96zuI/AAAAAAAAGFY/4TiFHLtlC6Q/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645615463753502434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I really like the wireless and tubeless features, but alas, insurance won't pay for it at this time. Lainey had her heart set on getting a new pump, and when I told her we couldn't pay for it she began to cry. It broke my heart! I had a "I hate diabetes" moment, but we won't give up. Lainey will get the pump she wants one day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-31250891614946663802011-08-27T12:48:00.005-06:002011-08-29T11:22:51.538-06:00The Other Diabetes: LADA, or Type 1.5<div style="text-align: center;">This is Lainey's grandpa's 1st cousin, H.J. We met him at a family reunion in July. H.J. was diagnosed with LADA (or Type 1.5 diabetes) when he was in his early 40's.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeMnEUeRRgQ/Tlk869NdLRI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/Om7vyh5TJ78/s1600/093-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeMnEUeRRgQ/Tlk869NdLRI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/Om7vyh5TJ78/s400/093-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645610591446707474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">LADA stands for "latent autoimmune diabetes in adults". Read more about it <a href="http://forecast.diabetes.org/magazine/features/other-diabetes-lada-or-type-15">HERE</a>. H.J. is now insulin dependent.</div><div style="text-align: center;">H.J.'s grandpa (no direct relation to Lainey and me) was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when he was 16, which was probably in the 1930's or 40's. He lived well into his sixties.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was interesting to talk with H.J. about his diabetes, and of course Lainey thought it was cool that there was someone like her around.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A statistic on the growth of diabetes: out of the 70 people at our family reunion, 3 had type 1 (or type 1.5) diabetes.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-59772746524961053682011-08-27T12:13:00.002-06:002011-08-27T12:47:20.502-06:00Our First Glucagon Experience<div style="text-align: center;">Dustin volunteered our family to be in the play "Rockwell", a musical about the life of Porter Rockwell. We had play practice every week from March until July. We met a lot of people in our community and made some friends over the months.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3C9kOCkoqgY/Tlk03iltvKI/AAAAAAAAGFI/Bq6Wnur5NMA/s1600/290809_10150277480611993_690841992_8072654_5923521_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3C9kOCkoqgY/Tlk03iltvKI/AAAAAAAAGFI/Bq6Wnur5NMA/s400/290809_10150277480611993_690841992_8072654_5923521_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601736668069026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dustin was Porter, and the girls and I were chorus members.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHkqZDGX-to/Tlk03Yz9xVI/AAAAAAAAGFA/kG97vmeTDrQ/s1600/n1427145338_30507964_1844834.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHkqZDGX-to/Tlk03Yz9xVI/AAAAAAAAGFA/kG97vmeTDrQ/s400/n1427145338_30507964_1844834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601734043485522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is Jason. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He and his family were in the play with us and became our friends. Jason and his wife are blind and they have two kids, a boy age 10 and a girl age 8.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't until July that I found out why Jason is blind. During a break in between scenes, I checked Lainey's blood sugar. Jason's daughter was sitting next to us and said, "My dad has to do that!" I didn't believe her at first and asked their neighbor, who drove them to play practice, if Jason was diabetic. Sure enough! Jason, who is now 36 years old, was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at the age of four. He went blind at age 19 because he refused to take care of his diabetes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That same night, while all the cast members were listening to the director's notes, Jason's neighbor came to me and asked, "Your daughter is diabetic isn't she? Do you have sugar? Jason needs it." Luckily I had a juice box in my purse, but by the time I brought it over to Jason it was obvious he wouldn't be able to drink it. Jason was sweating, shaking, and incoherent. His son was shoving chocolate into his mouth saying, "Come on Dad. You need to eat," in a very panicked voice. I asked Jason's wife, who can't see what's going on, if she had his meter or his glucagon shot. She said no.</div><div style="text-align: center;">At that point, I yelled (in a calm voice Dustin later told me), "Dustin! Go home and get the glucagon!"</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbsW4_F3h4Q/Tlk03OMS0xI/AAAAAAAAGE4/eWI66m0zHnU/s1600/glucagon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbsW4_F3h4Q/Tlk03OMS0xI/AAAAAAAAGE4/eWI66m0zHnU/s400/glucagon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601731192738578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In a critical moment, I was unprepared. I was out of test strips, and I didn't have the glucagon with me. I had to learn this lesson the hard way unfortunately. I was an emotional wreck! Lainey was crying and I could not comfort her.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It took 10 minutes of waiting for Jason to get a glucagon shot. The paramedics were called, but by the time they got there, Jason's blood sugar had gone from 36 to 120 and he was responding. When asked if he knew where he was, Jason replied, "I'm at the church doing an awful play!" We all had to laugh at that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This experience was very life changing for me, and I'm grateful that my first glucagon shot didn't have to be on my five year old.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Always be prepared!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-64959609345090882152011-07-04T18:16:00.003-06:002011-07-04T18:49:42.786-06:00Meeting up with our D-friends<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mommygoingcrazy.blogspot.com/">Shannon</a>, Trevor, and kids came to Idaho to visit family...and their D-family. We met at the park and then spent some time together during the 4th of July festivities. My girls love Shannon's kids!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfpZDUKcB9I/ThJb33YxLFI/AAAAAAAAF2U/JuRVrEtVCgI/s1600/012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfpZDUKcB9I/ThJb33YxLFI/AAAAAAAAF2U/JuRVrEtVCgI/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625659899857939538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Little Man walked Libby up the hill, helped her on the playground, and pushed her in the swing. Look how they're holding hands! A match made in heaven.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Q3GJTMR2k/ThJb2g7cuCI/AAAAAAAAF2M/gaiAVOOiHX4/s1600/010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-Q3GJTMR2k/ThJb2g7cuCI/AAAAAAAAF2M/gaiAVOOiHX4/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625659876649515042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cute!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1NbZOOOvD4/ThJb2D2A6NI/AAAAAAAAF2E/-i2CzcThLpA/s1600/013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1NbZOOOvD4/ThJb2D2A6NI/AAAAAAAAF2E/-i2CzcThLpA/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625659868842092754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Little Princess and Lainey enjoying the sunshine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUsR3A4-Sk/ThJY48AwADI/AAAAAAAAF18/g8t7uPY-elM/s1600/014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjUsR3A4-Sk/ThJY48AwADI/AAAAAAAAF18/g8t7uPY-elM/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625656619744362546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Showing off they're insulin pumps. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Our three diabetics tested their blood sugar at the park. Lainey and Little Man both were at 84! Weird.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnpWuD67W8/ThJY4ru7rTI/AAAAAAAAF10/_26ztkVp7sw/s1600/029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4fnpWuD67W8/ThJY4ru7rTI/AAAAAAAAF10/_26ztkVp7sw/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625656615374662962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shannon and Megann watching the 4th of July Parade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ3T-3xNRQE/ThJY4eqkORI/AAAAAAAAF1s/X_fAY9faTbY/s1600/032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ3T-3xNRQE/ThJY4eqkORI/AAAAAAAAF1s/X_fAY9faTbY/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625656611866687762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another view of the parade....diabetes style!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We love our insulin pumps and <a href="https://www.dexcom.com/search/1?utm_source=adwords&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=DexcomEV&utm_extra=dim1/Blood+Glucose+Monitoring//dim2/Broad&utm_term=glucose+monitoring+system">CGM's</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-14787094078348929662011-06-27T11:04:00.002-06:002011-06-27T11:16:13.675-06:00Race to Cure Diabetes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOP2XYxe0vnSgWtc60_YIQA6bmSmqoSDbIM6TlbOIC2khN-IHZCzahKZeBw2txx-WtlUqKHHAnm3JE78cwdBUHLe9SIB-Ybf91gj1L_PdQpe3hibV1mU1ecNGanHxoGxr6r7C7CAlJW_U/s1600/scan006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOP2XYxe0vnSgWtc60_YIQA6bmSmqoSDbIM6TlbOIC2khN-IHZCzahKZeBw2txx-WtlUqKHHAnm3JE78cwdBUHLe9SIB-Ybf91gj1L_PdQpe3hibV1mU1ecNGanHxoGxr6r7C7CAlJW_U/s1600/scan006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Dustin and I entered a virtual 5K through JDRF. During the days of June 24th through 27th you run or walk 3.1 miles wherever you live. It's like a big WALK all over the United States!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our 5K coincided with our <a href="http://heathcandybars.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-bone-and-back-40-mile-relay.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >To Bone and Back Relay Race</span></a> on Saturday, June 25th.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As <a href="http://mommysarunner.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-is-go-time-race-to-cure-diabetes-5k.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Tara </span></a>put it, "<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; ">Lets show Type 1 Diabetes who is boss. There has to be some answers out there for why this disease happens and how to cure it. There just has to be a better way so, lets get the money they need to do the research and find a cure/solution."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; ">We love you Lainey Lou!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-43328574272223337892011-05-24T18:35:00.003-06:002011-05-24T18:57:43.102-06:00Mishap at LEGOLAND<div style="text-align: center;">Lainey's uncle got married in Los Angeles in April. We decided to enjoy a few days before the wedding at the beach and at LEGOLAND. Lainey and her dad loved riding the roller coasters. After they finished riding "The Dragon", Lainey's dad came to me holding Lainey's pump...site attached and all! Somehow the tubing got caught and the site came out of Lainey's arm. Bummer!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xaj2a_aO5T4/TdxPybFs2JI/AAAAAAAAFqw/eYL_0dVxC7c/s1600/194.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xaj2a_aO5T4/TdxPybFs2JI/AAAAAAAAFqw/eYL_0dVxC7c/s400/194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610446963480516754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We usually use numbing cream with a site change, but this particular day required something quick.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS8JGltMrsg/TdxPyBTl4aI/AAAAAAAAFqo/3IRtKS5--dE/s1600/195.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS8JGltMrsg/TdxPyBTl4aI/AAAAAAAAFqo/3IRtKS5--dE/s400/195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610446956559458722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey was so brave. She had a new site put in without using numbing cream!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPD-PyHfkBU/TdxPxri03FI/AAAAAAAAFqg/t-EuL6rKGdA/s1600/196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPD-PyHfkBU/TdxPxri03FI/AAAAAAAAFqg/t-EuL6rKGdA/s400/196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610446950717774930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We changed her site right in the middle of the parking lot of LEGOLAND. We counted to 3, she took a deep breath, and there we go. Great job Lainey!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-14185646629373769252011-03-04T09:31:00.008-07:002011-03-04T10:20:50.979-07:00Happy Birthday Diabetes<div style="text-align: center;">On February 22, four years ago, Lainey was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. To celebrate diabetes' 4th birthday, she and I drove to Ogden for her Endocrinologist appointment. We left at 5:45 in the morning to make it to "Dr. Chad's" office by 9am. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqNFS57CCAw/TXEU5a5y6gI/AAAAAAAAFfk/EHIwyCeg4lw/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pqNFS57CCAw/TXEU5a5y6gI/AAAAAAAAFfk/EHIwyCeg4lw/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264389995588098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We like to stop at the gas station on the way, use the bathroom, and pick up a treat. Lainey chose Fun Dip.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq5rIbyHnUo/TXEUtWKa43I/AAAAAAAAFfc/pVtY5bXBvsw/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq5rIbyHnUo/TXEUtWKa43I/AAAAAAAAFfc/pVtY5bXBvsw/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264182564709234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey and Mommy waiting for the Physician's Assistant, "Dr. Chad".</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpMtLUfzj0k/TXEUswYHBmI/AAAAAAAAFfU/q_X7rBDYszc/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpMtLUfzj0k/TXEUswYHBmI/AAAAAAAAFfU/q_X7rBDYszc/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264172421580386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lainey has a huge crush on Dr. Chad. When she first saw him, she hid behind me. Then she popped her head around me, said hi, and started blushing. Blushing! I've never seen Lainey blush before. Dr. Chad asked about her birthday, since she turned 5 on January 30th, and Lainey couldn't stop giggling. </div><div style="text-align: center;">At the end of the check up, Dr. Chad asked Lainey if she had any questions. Lainey nodded her head and was silent for a minute. I could tell Dr. Chad was getting very serious, thinking she had some deep diabetes-related question. Then Lainey leaned a little closer, and in a quiet voice said, "Do you have any Barbie's?" She was wondering if Dr. Chad had Barbie dolls at his house since he has two daughters. He and I both chuckled about that one!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZoDh7ylt60/TXEUsn5L2WI/AAAAAAAAFfM/b_fZCoQlopA/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZoDh7ylt60/TXEUsn5L2WI/AAAAAAAAFfM/b_fZCoQlopA/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264170144389474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Height: 44.5 inches or 3'7.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVOKOH9OPbw/TXEUsRKmpgI/AAAAAAAAFfE/YHtNKQNyEKg/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVOKOH9OPbw/TXEUsRKmpgI/AAAAAAAAFfE/YHtNKQNyEKg/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264164043433474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Weight: 49 pounds</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8abU4lCd8E/TXEUr_PoYwI/AAAAAAAAFe8/8H4f0Lth9Qo/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8abU4lCd8E/TXEUr_PoYwI/AAAAAAAAFe8/8H4f0Lth9Qo/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580264159232680706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Blood Pressure: 86/60</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've been struggling with high numbers and a growth spurt the last few months, so I wasn't too surprised that Lainey's A1C was 7.8%, up from 7.1%. Dr. Chad made some adjustments to her pump, and her 7 day blood glucose average is 169, which is fantastic!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-43480607002585161512011-01-28T20:00:00.002-07:002011-01-28T20:15:40.981-07:00Lainey's Grandpa Richey<div align="center">We have a new Super Hero when it comes to diabetes.</div><div align="center">Lainey's Grandpa <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Richey.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TUODULp_jxI/AAAAAAAAFbY/8ycsY-tCk3s/s1600/128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567437947109609234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TUODULp_jxI/AAAAAAAAFbY/8ycsY-tCk3s/s400/128.JPG" /></a> While in Arizona over Christmas Break, I enjoyed sleeping in while my parents fed my kids in the morning. I'd usually get up soon after the girls did in order to give Lainey her breakfast insulin. However, one morning I really slept in and raced into the kitchen to check on the breakfast status. My dad calmly explained, "Lainey showed me how to use her pump, and I already gave her insulin." I was dumbfounded! I guess Lainey has watched me show people how to bolus her enough times to know the drill. </div><div align="center">On a side note: Since Lainey began preschool in September, she's been checking her own blood sugar before lunch and before she gets on the bus to come home. She's taken on a lot of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">responsibility</span> and we're so proud of her in how she's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">managing</span> her diabetes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It seems as though we have another Super Hero in the house.</div><div align="center">Her name is Lainey.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-47339898846977872042010-10-02T21:33:00.001-06:002010-10-02T21:33:38.263-06:00Bubble GumYou know the jingle, "Bubble gum. Bubble gum. In a dish"? Libby creatively made up her own words to this tune. <br />"Underwear. Underwear. Where your diaper. How many pieces do you wish?"<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=c25a1f6703c08acca5cabb" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=c25a1f6703c08acca5cabb&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make an on-line slide show at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-67372584396890952402010-09-18T22:24:00.004-06:002010-09-18T23:04:27.948-06:002010 JDRF WALK TO CURE DIABETES<div align="center">How appropriate that my 100th post on this blog is about the JDRF WALK!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWT5oRKdEI/AAAAAAAAFEM/C_RmKKCUbb4/s1600/100_3705.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518479536683643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWT5oRKdEI/AAAAAAAAFEM/C_RmKKCUbb4/s400/100_3705.jpg" border="0" /></a>I was the committee member in charge of accumulating items for the raffle. I was very pleased with the amount and types of items that were donated. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTGEmITUI/AAAAAAAAFEE/Q3Wu0nqY5aI/s1600/100_3706.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518478650934578498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTGEmITUI/AAAAAAAAFEE/Q3Wu0nqY5aI/s400/100_3706.jpg" border="0" /></a> One of our volunteer's made this banner of some of the local kiddos.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTFPYBuNI/AAAAAAAAFD8/0cQBJ9MO6ag/s1600/100_3710.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518478636648347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTFPYBuNI/AAAAAAAAFD8/0cQBJ9MO6ag/s400/100_3710.jpg" border="0" /></a> Setting up the balloon arch.</div><div>Great job Shannon and Wendy!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTEdHdAII/AAAAAAAAFD0/ZlXbJmwc63U/s1600/100_3711.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518478623157059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTEdHdAII/AAAAAAAAFD0/ZlXbJmwc63U/s400/100_3711.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Registration Table<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTD7WjzsI/AAAAAAAAFDs/JEgO4kJ3LCY/s1600/100_3712.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518478614093614786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTD7WjzsI/AAAAAAAAFDs/JEgO4kJ3LCY/s400/100_3712.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shamae, Me, Shannon</div><div>Stacey, and Wendy<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTCx2dOvI/AAAAAAAAFDk/JljyItPDr7Q/s1600/100_3713.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518478594363177714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWTCx2dOvI/AAAAAAAAFDk/JljyItPDr7Q/s400/100_3713.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me, Suzy, and Suzy's sis-in-law Kim<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRMgYpG4I/AAAAAAAAFDc/wEEciSKgKbk/s1600/100_3714.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476562450160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRMgYpG4I/AAAAAAAAFDc/wEEciSKgKbk/s400/100_3714.jpg" border="0" /></a> Katy, Trish, Manny, Me<br />Laura (Executive Director of JDRF Utah Chapter)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRMGVUwxI/AAAAAAAAFDU/5AMVJ0aNGrU/s1600/100_3715.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476555456922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRMGVUwxI/AAAAAAAAFDU/5AMVJ0aNGrU/s400/100_3715.jpg" border="0" /></a> I met a Facebook D-Mom for the first time: Natalie Hawkins and her type 1 daughter Oakley.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRLNoHfPI/AAAAAAAAFDM/mGObWwqhkw4/s1600/100_3716.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476540234923250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRLNoHfPI/AAAAAAAAFDM/mGObWwqhkw4/s400/100_3716.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cutting the ribbon at the starting line.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRK5uxN2I/AAAAAAAAFDE/WvKXEjhu8F4/s1600/100_3718.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476534894114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRK5uxN2I/AAAAAAAAFDE/WvKXEjhu8F4/s400/100_3718.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wendy and Shannon carefully moving the balloon arch to the finish line.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRKMhNzDI/AAAAAAAAFC8/DGfRYnDSJ5s/s1600/100_3719.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476522757671986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWRKMhNzDI/AAAAAAAAFC8/DGfRYnDSJ5s/s400/100_3719.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lainey and Saylor playing in the leftover ice. Saylor's mom is <a href="http://meetmymonster.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Jamie Nielsen</span></a>, who is another Facebook and Blog D-Mom. They had <em>the</em> best t-shirts!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-63783219869353554332010-09-18T22:15:00.002-06:002010-09-18T22:23:43.578-06:00Meeting Wendy Cooper<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWOp59EwsI/AAAAAAAAFC0/ndvbl7UJBqs/s1600/100_3704.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518473768995177154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TJWOp59EwsI/AAAAAAAAFC0/ndvbl7UJBqs/s400/100_3704.jpg" border="0" /></a> A D-mom came to Idaho to meet me! I was very excited to meet <a href="http://kendalandwendy.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Wendy Cooper</span> </a>for the first time this weekend. We met up for dinner, along with Stacey, <a href="http://thecrazygoodlife.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shannon</span></a>, and <a href="http://crazy-happy-life.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Shamae</span></a>. So many laughs and so much fun! Thanks for the great time ladies!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-60897016879590673582010-09-11T21:03:00.003-06:002010-09-11T21:10:10.576-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://lostpoem.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/violin.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lostpoem.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/violin.jpg" border="0" /></a> On November 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on<br />stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center<br />in New York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert,<br />you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for<br />him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has<br />braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches.<br />To see him walk across the stage one step at a time,<br />painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair.<br />Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor,<br />undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and<br />extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and<br />picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the<br />conductor and proceeds to play.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly<br />while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They<br />remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his<br />legs. They wait until he is ready to play.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished<br />the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke.<br />You could hear it snap-it went off like gunfire across<br />the room. There was no mistaking what that sound<br />meant.There was no mistaking what he had to do. We<br />figured that he would have to get up, put on the<br />clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way<br />off stage-to either find another violin or else find<br />another string for this one.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But he didn't. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his<br />eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The orchestra began, and he played from where he had<br />left off. And he played with such passion and such<br />power and such purity as they had never heard before.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a<br />symphonic work with just three strings. I know that,<br />and you know that,but that night Itzhak Perlman<br />refused to know that.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the<br />piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was<br />de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that<br />they had never made before. When he finished, there was<br />an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose<br />and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst<br />of applause from every corner of the auditorium.<br />We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing<br />everything we could to show how much we appreciated what<br />he had done.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to<br />quiet us, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet,<br />pensive, reverent tone - "<em>You know, sometimes it is the<br />artist's task to find out how much music you can still make<br />with what you have left.</em>"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever<br />since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the<br />definition of life - not just for artists but for all of us.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music<br />on a violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the<br />middle of a concert, finds himself with only three strings;<br />so he makes music with three strings, and the music he<br />made that night with just three strings was more beautiful,<br />more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever<br />made before, when he had four strings.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing,<br />bewildering world in which we live is to make music...<br /><strong>at first with all that we have , and then, when that is no<br />longer possible, to make music with what we have left.<br /></div></strong><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-65939526896556020402010-09-07T14:37:00.002-06:002010-09-07T14:48:06.884-06:001st Day of School<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIaioBOE98I/AAAAAAAAFBs/rCcVc7YfrR8/s1600/100_3682.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514273602167699394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIaioBOE98I/AAAAAAAAFBs/rCcVc7YfrR8/s400/100_3682.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lainey's first day of preschool went pretty well.</div><div align="center">I drove her to school so I could stay and help her with lunch. While waiting for food to be served, I met with the nurse and her teacher to go over diabetic stuff. They are great and very helpful. Lainey's BG was at 114 before lunch, and after she ate, I showed her teacher how to use the insulin pump and gave her her lunch dose. Ms. Barb has a diabetic daughter and is familiar with the whole sha-bang, but hasn't used an Animas Pump before.</div><div align="center">Lainey rode the bus home (2 hours after lunch sugar check and dose) and when I checked her BG, she was at <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">49</span></strong>. I kept asking her if she felt low at school and she said no.</div><div align="center">Hmmmm.</div><div align="center">Not sure what to do about that one.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-58358095867867949482010-09-06T20:14:00.003-06:002010-09-06T20:24:04.304-06:00A Wonderful Sight!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWgTOR6cFI/AAAAAAAAFBU/x-MATuXrkUI/s1600/100_3648.jpg1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513989570896228434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWgTOR6cFI/AAAAAAAAFBU/x-MATuXrkUI/s400/100_3648.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Some of my FB friends will remember the story behind this picture, but I'll give a short recap. A few months back, we saw this truck on the highway. I wanted to get a picture for my D-moms whose kids have celiac disease. I made my hubby slow down the car, we got flipped the bird from a guy in a camaro, and I never got my picture.</div><div align="center">As fate would have it, we were driving the <em>back country</em> roads in Dustin's hometown this weekend and what do ya know? The same truck I saw a few months ago right in front of us! Happy Day! </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWgS05b3ZI/AAAAAAAAFBM/tjMULeyjQOk/s1600/100_3677.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513989564082675090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWgS05b3ZI/AAAAAAAAFBM/tjMULeyjQOk/s400/100_3677.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another wonderful picture, just a few blocks from our house.<br />THANK YOU KFC!<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-67915746260384108972010-09-06T19:29:00.003-06:002010-09-06T19:43:44.728-06:00Meeting Chasiti<div align="center">Better late than never!</div><div align="center">On July 29, 2010 we had the pleasure of meeting one of our D-moms: <a href="http://ajsmommy82.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Chasiti</span> </a>and her sweet girls at Red Robin in Portland, Oregon.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWLKiPPzI/AAAAAAAAFBE/Gm9CoXQa7Eo/s1600/100_3428.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978437335727922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWLKiPPzI/AAAAAAAAFBE/Gm9CoXQa7Eo/s400/100_3428.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alivia and Lainey </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWKqGrkfI/AAAAAAAAFA8/a6b_4WTIZ18/s1600/100_3429.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978428630209010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWKqGrkfI/AAAAAAAAFA8/a6b_4WTIZ18/s400/100_3429.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me and Chasiti<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWKFX3GaI/AAAAAAAAFA0/VyaIWeGFT30/s1600/100_3431.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978418770155938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWKFX3GaI/AAAAAAAAFA0/VyaIWeGFT30/s400/100_3431.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sweet Baby Addison! I could NOT get enough of those chubby cheeks!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWJsIpEOI/AAAAAAAAFAs/2fIF0WEkxZ8/s1600/100_3432.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978411995435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWJsIpEOI/AAAAAAAAFAs/2fIF0WEkxZ8/s400/100_3432.jpg" border="0" /></a> All the girlies.</div><div>My hubby tagged along and felt out numbered.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWI1P4sPI/AAAAAAAAFAk/jQnV43nmBjI/s1600/100_3433.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513978397261869298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TIWWI1P4sPI/AAAAAAAAFAk/jQnV43nmBjI/s400/100_3433.jpg" border="0" /></a> These two had so much fun together. It was friends at first sight. I wished we lived closer to Chasiti and her family so our girls could play together.<br /><div> </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-45478593207431701772010-07-23T19:04:00.003-06:002010-07-23T19:25:19.254-06:00Diabetes Camp 2010<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9NLYQ2GI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/ThzLn1eAgMM/s1600/100_3390.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273591761262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9NLYQ2GI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/ThzLn1eAgMM/s400/100_3390.jpg" border="0" /></a>For the last two summers we've taken Lainey to Sweet Kids Day Camp in Boise. It's a three day camp, hosted by Humphrey's Diabetes Center, for kids ages 3-7. I'd drop Lainey off at 9am and pick her up at 2pm. Every day was filled with different activities: clowns, games, the zoo. She had a blast! </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9MZ4e8BI/AAAAAAAAE5I/H1Y6XBz234Q/s1600/100_3391.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273578474631186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9MZ4e8BI/AAAAAAAAE5I/H1Y6XBz234Q/s400/100_3391.jpg" border="0" /></a> Emily, Lainey, and Kristen.<br />These were Lainey's camp counselors. They were in charge of the girls ages 4 and 5. Kristen, on the right, has had diabetes for 9 years. Emily has a sibling with diabetes. Lainey was in very capable hands.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9L3IFrXI/AAAAAAAAE5A/Wopy-7ZcW84/s1600/100_3405.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273569144843634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo9L3IFrXI/AAAAAAAAE5A/Wopy-7ZcW84/s400/100_3405.jpg" border="0" /></a> I will always remember 4 year old Miles. We met him in the waiting room of Humphrey's the day before camp. I noticed his camp shirt and struck up a conversation with his mom. When Miles' mom told him Lainey had diabetes, he exclaims, "YOU HAVE DIABETES TOO!" while holding up his hand to Lainey for a high five.</div><div>The next morning at camp, when he saw us, Miles asks, "Are you following me?"</div><div>Love this kid!</div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8uV4CHWI/AAAAAAAAE44/jnb6AwOXAcQ/s1600/100_3406.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273062002924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8uV4CHWI/AAAAAAAAE44/jnb6AwOXAcQ/s400/100_3406.jpg" border="0" /></a> The camp had an Indian theme. Lainey struck this pose at the last second for the camera. What a crack up!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8tuD7M1I/AAAAAAAAE4w/mvX4WwiZPUM/s1600/100_3407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273051315385170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8tuD7M1I/AAAAAAAAE4w/mvX4WwiZPUM/s400/100_3407.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Sue, a RN at Humphrey's and one of the directors of the camp. Silly me, I forgot to bring Lainey's pump case to Boise. Sue saved us by giving Lainey a donated pump pack. Lainey thought this was the coolest gift and really took to Sue for the rest of the camp.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8tLKg5TI/AAAAAAAAE4o/Yv_fF5BFVLY/s1600/100_3408.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273041947780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8tLKg5TI/AAAAAAAAE4o/Yv_fF5BFVLY/s400/100_3408.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lainey made this headband and drum at camp.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8suEwihI/AAAAAAAAE4g/bWFCYG0mFNE/s1600/100_3410.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273034139011602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8suEwihI/AAAAAAAAE4g/bWFCYG0mFNE/s400/100_3410.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lainey's friend Katrin. They loved to hula hoop together.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8sOHelhI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/r_NKY_mYIyA/s1600/100_3411.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497273025560483346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEo8sOHelhI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/r_NKY_mYIyA/s400/100_3411.jpg" border="0" /></a> Graduation<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-3681577817035260282010-07-23T18:08:00.002-06:002010-07-23T18:20:40.854-06:00Meeting Lora<div align="center"><a href="http://boysarethegreatest.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Lora and her boys </span></a>came to visit from California. We met at the park by my house, and while the kids played, we talked our little hearts out about diabetes.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovz9l3LoI/AAAAAAAAE3I/xQKq46eG-zc/s1600/100_3351.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497258864912313986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovz9l3LoI/AAAAAAAAE3I/xQKq46eG-zc/s400/100_3351.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lainey, Jonah, and Willie </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovzJii3XI/AAAAAAAAE3A/W0Z46u5F7PU/s1600/100_3350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497258850939755890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovzJii3XI/AAAAAAAAE3A/W0Z46u5F7PU/s400/100_3350.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our diabetics: Lainey (4) and Willie (2).<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovyVajVoI/AAAAAAAAE24/HAK8c0t7HrM/s1600/100_3353.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497258836947588738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TEovyVajVoI/AAAAAAAAE24/HAK8c0t7HrM/s400/100_3353.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lora and I met over a year ago by email. Her aunt and I go to the same church, and when Willie was diagnosed, she exchanged Lora's info with me. It was wonderful to finally meet in person. Lora is an amazing mom!<br /><div> </div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-43871629074945840082010-07-08T11:51:00.002-06:002010-07-08T11:55:39.622-06:00Swing Set<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQleTXM0I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/nu3EjOuiTcs/s1600/100_3324.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491595031600378690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQleTXM0I/AAAAAAAAE1Y/nu3EjOuiTcs/s400/100_3324.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lainey got into a "tangle" with our backyard swing. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQkz5QCqI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/OZL9901x9xw/s1600/100_3325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491595020216568482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQkz5QCqI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/OZL9901x9xw/s400/100_3325.jpg" border="0" /></a> She put up a good fight....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQjj57meI/AAAAAAAAE1I/rgD6t5njFkg/s1600/100_3326.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491594998744586722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TDYQjj57meI/AAAAAAAAE1I/rgD6t5njFkg/s400/100_3326.jpg" border="0" /></a> But in the end, the swing won.<br /><br /><div> </div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-80235534561024758112010-06-17T21:25:00.005-06:002010-06-17T21:52:23.868-06:00School is Cool<div align="center"><a href="http://cobblestoneartscenter.com/Best%20Foot%20Forward/order/osc/images/Preschool.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cobblestoneartscenter.com/Best%20Foot%20Forward/order/osc/images/Preschool.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Many of you know that my daughter, Libby, has <a href="http://welivewithdiabetes.blogspot.com/2009/11/comforting-words.html#links"><span style="color:#3366ff;">health problems</span> </a>that have delayed her developmentally. Because of this, she will start a developmental preschool with our school district in the fall.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I had Lainey accessed to be a "peer model" for the developmental preschool a couple months ago. She was accepted, and she and Libby will be in the same class this coming fall. They'll attend 4 days a week, 2 1/2 hours a day, be fed lunch, and ride the bus home. Of course I'm ecstatic, but also concerned about "the diabetes thing" for Lainey.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">There are only 2 schools in the district that offer preschool, so naturally I chose to send the girls to the one closest to our house. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last month at our school eligibility meeting we met the girls' new teacher, "Ms. Barb", among other teachers, specialists, coordinators and therapists. Libby turned on the charm, and everyone fell in love with her. Lainey was there too and acted very grown up.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">During the meeting my concerns for Lainey's diabetic care were brought up, and quickly put to rest when I was told, "Ms. Barb has a diabetic daughter." I literally began crying when the specialist said that! Someone already knows what I'm going through!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here we are, in a town of 50,000 people, and I pick the ONE out of <em>two</em> schools that offer preschool, and the ONLY special education teacher in that school is a mother of a diabetic child.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Divine Intervention? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think so.<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8567032216957674056.post-65363328028149659572010-06-17T20:45:00.005-06:002010-06-17T21:18:00.625-06:00D-Family Gathering May 2010<div align="center">Last month, while visiting family in Arizona, we had a barbecue at <a href="http://azmotheroftwins.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Donna's</span> </a>house. Five families were able to come and join the fun. What a great bonding experience!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg47F6-ZI/AAAAAAAAExY/MU2HcXD5k_k/s1600/bbq.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942764816824722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg47F6-ZI/AAAAAAAAExY/MU2HcXD5k_k/s400/bbq.bmp" border="0" /></a>Dinner time!</div><div align="center">Libby, Lainey, Justin, and Jillian </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg4UpPg1I/AAAAAAAAExQ/X1qS7FZggrI/s1600/bbq2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942754495988562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg4UpPg1I/AAAAAAAAExQ/X1qS7FZggrI/s400/bbq2.bmp" border="0" /></a> Blowing Bubbles<br />Jillian and Lainey<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg3w9jsaI/AAAAAAAAExI/8bAVXaNLZ5Y/s1600/bbq3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942744917520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrg3w9jsaI/AAAAAAAAExI/8bAVXaNLZ5Y/s400/bbq3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Teeter Totter</div><div>Libby, Lainey, and Zane<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgS2CuOxI/AAAAAAAAExA/kA-6y-WgxJk/s1600/bbq4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942110626200338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgS2CuOxI/AAAAAAAAExA/kA-6y-WgxJk/s400/bbq4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.onesuperheroandoneprincess.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Tracy's</span> </a>awesome license plate!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgSRQQVDI/AAAAAAAAEw4/Cc0Xkj5AZ4s/s1600/bbq5.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942100750849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgSRQQVDI/AAAAAAAAEw4/Cc0Xkj5AZ4s/s400/bbq5.bmp" border="0" /></a> The whole gang</div><div>Overbay's, Ripley's, Heath's, Kinzie's, and Pahnke's<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgR6isgjI/AAAAAAAAEww/0ZbAFSe8udQ/s1600/bbq6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942094654177842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgR6isgjI/AAAAAAAAEww/0ZbAFSe8udQ/s400/bbq6.jpg" border="0" /></a> The D-mom's...and Libby</div><div><a href="http://wherecandyismedicine.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Danielle</span></a>, Tracy, me, Donna, and <a href="http://ladybugslizards.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Kristi</span></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgRbutg_I/AAAAAAAAEwo/dH0uniiSkgI/s1600/bbq7.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942086383076338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgRbutg_I/AAAAAAAAEwo/dH0uniiSkgI/s400/bbq7.bmp" border="0" /></a> Only at our barbecue.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgQgigmrI/AAAAAAAAEwg/Y4iQ_F_1fPw/s1600/bbq8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483942070494206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64ea4u3quSY/TBrgQgigmrI/AAAAAAAAEwg/Y4iQ_F_1fPw/s400/bbq8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Blood sugar check!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1