It's over already...

So many pictures and moments to choose from

but here are a few of the highlights of our

Christmas Celebration.

Never wake up a sleeping baby...

Not even on Christmas morning to open presents.

Hurry! Give him some chocolate. And he ate chocolate all day long.

That ought to be real good for the liver.

I used to get really upset and uptight seeing my children eating candy before breakfast on Christmas Morning. I guess I'm over that. Life is too short...:)


Ahhh, Christmas Eve at Grandma & Grandpa Hallen's home.

Delicious ham dinner and gifts as place cards.

The Nativity produced & directed by Addie & Madi.

Sydney happily accepted the role of Mary and of course Andrew was Joseph.

Uncle Gary played the role of the donkey.

We've had fights in past years of who gets to play this role.


Who can resist taking a picture of baby legs???

Cute, sweet Kendall.

The Christmas Pinata from Aunt Kaye.

She makes them every year for us.

Grandpa filled it with the good candy this year.

Christmas Eve.

The first gift of Christmas went to a very deserving person this year...
More details on this major highlight.

Thank you Santa angel!

"Mom. I'm so happy right now." -Andrew

Addie is now a proud owner of a Webkinz Zoo.

Meagan patiently waiting to open a gifts.

It's tough being the oldest.

Happy children.

Happy Peter.

What a blessing!

He's hardly cried these past few days.

That is definitely a Christmas Highlight!

A few of my favorite things...

I love Christmas. I love the color red. Thank you, Ma Kempton, for that. This is a little something that Addie made {for somebody for Christmas} with my much loved, button collection. I love it. She sewed on the buttons. Andrew painted the frame that came from a garage sale [of course]. Addie if you read this...I want one just like it.

I love this Santa that Andrew made at preschool. He looks so cheerful displayed in our family room. I love how you can curl construction paper with a pencil. I have to get this down about Andrew's thoughts regarding Santa Claus. He's been thinking hard about him these past few weeks. Andrew thinks that Santa lives by Heavenly Father. Sweet. And the other day I noticed a pile of coins under Andrew's Christmas tree in his room. Is he trying to bribe Santa??? Nope, he just wants to help him out with the cost of his presents

What consideration!

I can't wait for Andrew to open up his present that I just finished making for him tonight. He has been asking for a new quilt for his bed. The one he has on his bed is old. John & I received it from Aunt Gloria 18 yrs ago. It's dark blue on one side and matches his room. But it has a couple of rips. Andrew's really upset about this. So I went to the day after Thanksgiving sale to buy some flannel for his new quilt. I had to act pretty pathetic to get it. Long story. I also bought material for another little boy who needed a blanket, a friend adopted a family for CHRISTmas, and we signed up to help with that one thing. So poor Andrew had to hear all about this other little boy needing a blanket. John tells me of the night time dialogue from Andrew as he's tucking him to bed. "Dad, why doesn't mom just make me a blanket? I know she has the stuff to make it." So John put an extra blanket on him last night. Tonight, I tucked him into bed. "Mom, do you think they make blankets with construction trucks on it? Cause, I would really like that for a blanket. You have some on your ironing board." I told him that material was for a little boy who needed a blanket. He told me that he liked little blankets. Oh, I'm braking his heart making him wait until Christmas morning. I put another blanket on him. I can't wait to see him open that present. That's what Christmas is all about for me...I love it.

Candy can Christmas tree ornament.

I made this for a ornament exchange last week.

I wanted to keep this too.

It's made out of ribbon tied on to a real candy cane.

Only three more things to do and finish before Christmas eve. Yikes.

The panic is beginning...

Date Night

It's late. Everybody is asleep. I'm waiting to switch the clothes from the washer to the dryer so it gives me a few minutes to tidy up and blog. Yes, I actually cleaned up first. Proud of myself for keeping my priorities straight. It wasn't easy though.

We're starting a new tradition in our household.

Fun Fridays.

We pick up pizza for dinner. {that's not new}

Settle down and relax at home. And then: Let the games begin.

Okay, that's the only new thing there.

I realized a couple of things that made me wake up and want take hold of the time we have with our children. First thing, Meagan is 13 and soon will be wanting to go out with friends on Friday nights {natural evolution of a teenager. yuk}. She's going to figure out how uncool her parents really are and want to have grown up fun with friends. I think we have her fooled a little right now. But she's a smart one and I think she's catching on. And then I realized that every Friday night we sit down in front of the t.v. to be entertained for the rest of the night. That's so wrong because I'm quite entertained by my children.

So I shocked everybody a couple of Fridays ago when I announced that we were going to turn off the tv and play a game. I think I saw John roll his eyes and then I heard Andrew ask what that meant, play a game. Addie got into the FHE mode and started delegating the prayer, song, lesson, and treat.

So we played charades using Christmas song and movie titles. It was painful at first. Really painful. But we ended up laughing really hard. I dare you to invite us over for Christmas Charades. We have our own hand mimes for Christmas themes...watch out.

Tonight we taught them how to play spoons the Hallen way. I'm embarrassed to admit that we haven't played that simple game with them yet. They've played at friends homes with other families but not with us. Shame on us. Bad parents. That was such a basic game for me growing up. My brother, Bert, could fake a grab for the spoon that got me every time. John, though, he's a sly one. He sneaks the spoon and, well, let me just say...I dare you to invite us over to play spoons. Even our cool teenager was loving the game. So fun.

Next week, creepy crawlies. Is that what it's called??? I'd asked John but he's asleep.

Oh, the washer's done.

Festivities

Let the Christmas festivities begin...

{A photo essay}

Hallen's feeling the joy of Winter and the hustle & bustle of our Christmas prep.

It all started with the gift of snow in Mentone.

Andrew & Addie couldn't resist playing for an hour in their P.J.'s out in the blizzard.

I think they were able to make five snow balls before the snow turned back to rain.

Look at that snow line. [minus the telephone lines]

View from our backyard.

The kids are counting this as their first gift.

Why is there always fighting???

The coveted kitchen step stool.

Please, Santa, bring us another stool...

Dad, taking a break...a 2 hour computer game break.

Ughhhh...

Meagan found this cute little beanie from little brother,

Andrew's, drawer and has worn it all week.

I can't believe it fits her.

She must not have the big Hallen head.

Meagan playing her greatest hits.

Peter playing the piano with the wooden horse.

Addie was busy for the past two days making a gift for her teacher.

Chocolate thumbprints for the Cookie Exchange.

Very yum. Very chocolaty...

Last, but not least,

making & packaging up John's handouts for his office people.
[The only clean spot in the kitchen]

Tomorrow's photo essay:

Me, mom, cleaning the festivities mess...

So glad Meagan is off from school. Oh, I love having children.

I Love Apples

This made my day. And if you're an apple figure, it'll make your day too. Click here to read more about lovely apples

"Ignite the spotlight for middle figures. If your waist/hip or waist/bust ratio is greater than .75 {i'm not admitting this out loud}, absorb the glow of your moment. ...There are no bad or better body types. Swallow before the words "I'm exercising my way to an hourglass" spill out your mouth. They have their own jar or pickles. Now back to you, you and your soft delicious center. Your figure implies comfort with volume lying around your navel. You have the body type people want to cuddle. Especially tiny people, who most people call babies. Babies may have shaped your body into womanhood, and you should bear your wounds of motherhood with honor, not shame. Your waist is not a body flaw it is a body attribute..."

No more shame. Now I'm ready to face the world {okay, Andrew's preschool Christmas party} in my monochromatic outfit. Remember: Soft deliecous center...)

Patiently waiting for Christmas...

I am not even close to being ready for Christmas morning. The weird thing is...the panic hasn't hit me yet. And I don't think it will. I keep thinking that I should be more in a hurry to get things done. Finish gifts that need to be made. Bake the bread that we're going to pass out to our neighbors and friends. Oh, this is a big one; buy the stocking stuffers. Crafts to make with my children. But the Christmas cards are mailed and with only one mistake on them. I had to keep myself business those first few days in the hospital while Peter was sleeping.

I guess the reason for the lack of panic and stress...Christmas has already come to our home this year. We've been receivers of the First gift of Christmas but never a Christmas Miracle. WOw. I think this is how Christmas is supposed to be celebrated; without want of something to make us "happy" but realizing that we have all we need and that we are already happy. What else could I wish for this year??? I have so much. Family. Friends. Home. {now to help the children understand this...there lies the stress and panic}

Oh, the warmth that the Christmas Season brings.

Precious Christmas Gifts

There was a Christmas surprise waiting for Peter when he got home from the hospital today. Tadpoles. Not just any common tadpoles. This was a well thought out plan with the help of a few kind hearted teachers and schoolmates. It all started with a school assignment for Addie in November. Her class was learning how to write persuasive essays and she had to write one. She choose to persuade us to get a pet. I think we should get a pet frog for Peter. Her reasons were good ones. One touched my heart, especially. A pet frog would make Peter happy then mom could make dinner without him crying... I read this at Addie's teacher parent conference. I didn't realize that before but she's right. Peter crys a lot during dinner prep hours. I guess he's tired, not feeling well, having to share mommy with brother and sisters, and I can't hold him as much. Mrs. Cherry {love that name for a teacher} made an offer. Another teacher had tadpoles in her class for a science project and they needed a home. So with the approval of the students, and a banning on a strict Hallen no indoor pet rule, we accepted the sweet offer. Peter is going to have frogs for Christmas.

Andrew introduced Peter to his new pals. Not too cuddly now but in a few weeks or so it's going to be real fun. Meagan's already named them Alec and Alice. Hmmm. Where did those names come from??? She's so obsessed with Twilight. We're going to have to come up with new names.

Peter loves them. He laughs when they wiggle around and when they kiss the glass. He is very entertained. A big thank you to Mrs. Cherry, Mrs. Taylor, & Mrs. Moffet's class. Soo Sweet. Very much appreciated.

And the other precious Christmas gift was given to us on Tuesday evening. The surgeon told us the results of the pathology from Peter's surgery. The margins are clear. That was the news we were hoping and praying for. This means that there's only a 5% chance of it reoccurring.

The surgery went well. It took about 3 1/2 hours. Peter did amazingly well during it. He lost less blood than they anticipated for this type of surgery. The surgeons had to remove the whole right side of the liver and gull bladder. An amazing fact about the liver. It will grow back in about a week a or two. Incredible. The incision scar is really big. It looks a like a Mercedes Benz emblem. He did very well during the recovery. He finally knew when not to fight. We spent the next four days and nights in the ICU with wonderful nurses and doctors. I have so much respect and love for them. Great people. I will always remember their kindness, love, professionalism, and care. They got us through some difficult nights.

We were told that we could be there for up to two weeks. What a blessing that Peter did so well and we could come home early. We knew Heavenly Father would answer our prayers. We just didn't know it would be this great. John was driving to L.A. every day and then sleeping at home and then going to work for a few hours and then back again. Long hours. The Papa's have been taking care of house and home. I've heard from the older sisters that Andrew was a handful. Grandma & grandpa have earned their wings {again}. We are all exhausted.

And we are so grateful...Welcome Christmas season. The season of miracles.

More experiences to share coming soon.

The Ride of Your Life

I loved what Brother Holman said in his testimony back in August during Sacrament Meeting. Went something like this: "Life is like a ride. I'm just glad to be along for it. The ups and the downs." It stuck with me because at that time I was going through my one year post cancer check and had to be on the special low iodine diet, no dairy of any kind {you know that's not easy for me if you know how I cook} and no thyroid meds to act as my metabolism. And having thoughts, worries about cancer returning. What he said stuck with me because he was {is} battling cancer for the 3rd or 4th time. It gave me courage.

It's just what I needed to hear prior to Peter being diagnosed with cancer. Those words still give me courage.

But this picture explains it all.

1. Hold on tight
2. smile
3. pray

Lots of prayers have been said for Peter. Thank you a million times. Those prayers have been answered. Peter had his surgery. He's doing better than I expected. We don't know the results yet but he's doing amazing. The surgeons are optimistic. Mother and dad are encouraged. Peter is resting. I'm home for the afternoon for a nap in my own bed and a shower. More updates on Peter soon.

Calling all Readers...

The Nutcraker Ballet and The Messiah Sing along. A sure tell sign that the holiday season has arrived. Andrew's off to the Nutcraker with the Papa's. Doesn't he look excited? Wish I was going too. But we're off on a different adventure. Peter's surgery. I'm actually grateful that it's happening so close to Christmas because of all the festive spirit during this time of year. Peace. Hope. Love. Miracle celebrated. JOY..

I have our Christmas cards ready. I'm taking them to the hospital so I can address the envolopes. If I don't have your address please leave it on the comments. {Lindsey, Natalie, yes you, and you too...}

We're off...We'll be home for Christmas..)

Some of My Favorite Sayings...

I have to take a minute tonight to write down some of my favorite Andrew questions, answers, chattering, and sayings or else I will forget. Oh, I don't want to ever forget the fun words and phrases that he derives up and that forever runs endlessly out of his five year old mouth.

On Saturday John took Andrew with him to run some errands. When they came back I was making lunch and asked Andrew if he wanted some. He's always hungry. But he didn't want anything to eat. Suspicious. I asked him if they ate out for lunch. He tried really hard to ignore me. Then finally said, "I'm not suppose to tell you. You might get sad."

The other moment that puts a smile on my face every time I think about it happened a few months ago. After we ate the apple cider mini donuts we stopped to look at the hillside of goats on display. Peter's love of animals encourages us to spend time animal watching. Then Addie heard a goat pass gas {I can't bring my self to say or even spell the word far(t)} That felt wrong. She was totally offended. I guess she didn't know that animals do that. She was so grossed out it was funny. Then she made a big deal when she smelt it. Hang in there. I know this is getting disgusting...And this is what makes me laugh. Andrew asked her, "What does it smell like." Who thinks like that??? Boys. Or maybe just Andrew.

There are so many more...look at me forgetting already. So sad.

I'm devoting the title: Some of My Favorite Sayings to Andrew. More to come.

By the way, the picture above is Andrew holding a almost dead lizard. He found it "taking a nap" in a bucket of water in the back yard. He's not dead. He's eyes are closed because he's tired and taking a nap.

It is a boy thing...

After I went to bed I remember something else that I wanted to write about. These past few weeks Andrew has been asking some pretty tough questions about cancer and Peter. The questions sound really easy and simple in context. "Mom, how did Peter get cancer?" Then the next day, "Mom, When will the Peter's cancer be over?" And other questions just like those. Simple yet complicated. These are questions I've asked myself also. The answers aren't there. So I just give simple replies. I try to reassure him that it will all be okay. Peter will be okay. I wonder if he's asking because he is worried that he might get cancer too. When somebody in the family has cancer it's like everybody having it. It's been tough on Andrew. I can't even explain all the different ways. Peter gets a lot of our attention. Andrew has to give in to Peter all the time with his toys or anything. We have a lot of work, and catching up to do when Peter is healed of this.

One thing amazing to me is through this difficult time the children, even Andrew, have never complained about any of it. I want to always remember that not only have they not complained they have excelled in their school work and other responsibilities. I can't even say that for myself. There they go. Teaching me.

I can't wait to give Andrew the answer when he asks, "Is Peter's cancer gone today?"

"Yes. It is."

Thankful

John reminded us at our Thanksgiving dinner today about why this holiday was first started. We all know about the Pilgrims & Indians and their first Thanksgiving, but...about 150 years ago, a few days after the Civil War ended, Abraham Lincoln made a proclamation that the forth Thursday of each November should be a day of national celebration.

I love what Elder David Bednar said in October's conference: "...we should remember that “in nothing doth man offend God, or against none is his wrath kindled, save those who confess not his hand in all things, and obey not his commandments” (D&C 59:21). Let me recommend that periodically you and I offer a prayer in which we only give thanks and express gratitude. Ask for nothing; simply let our souls rejoice and strive to communicate appreciation with all the energy of our hearts."

A couple of months ago I was over come with self pity. It was a real pity party. I was feeling bad about Peter's situation, and mine. I was feeling sorry for myself. I started to let the challenges consume me. A fussy and crying 2yr old. Being in doors all day. Not being able to go to the store. Shopping. No visits from friends or family. No play dates for the other children...and many many more. As I tried to figure out how to feel better about things, I came across something: "The Lord wants you to have a spirit of gratitude in all you do and say. Live with a spirit of thanksgiving and you will have greater happiness and satisfaction in life. Even in your most difficult times, you can find much to be grateful for. Doing so will strengthen and bless you."

This was an answer to my difficult situation. I made up a little game for myself. At the end of each day I would go over in my mind the happenings of the day and think of the one thing I was thankful for that day. The first day it was Fruity Pebbles. Peter's appetite at that time was very diminished. He needed to eat but wouldn't because of the nausea or effects of chemo. He was very fussy and unpleasant. But he liked Fruity Pebbles. He ate it for every meal. I was truely grateful for Fruity Pebbles that day. After a few days of this new little game my pity party ended. I was strengthen and blessed.

It's so good to have a day that we all can reflect on our blessed lives and think of the things that we're grateful for. But try doing it every day...It's fun.

A few pictures of our Thanksgiving...

Meagan & Addie helping with the chocolate pumpkin pie. Very serious work...They really were having fun. Those are the looks of focus and concentration when you're cooking.

Sydney & Andrew having a contest on who can eat the most rolls.

Uncle Gary taking his turn at telling what he was thankful for this year.

Kendall enjoying mashed potatoes.

Forget the pumpkin pie.

The party needs to be over, but it's just getting started. Grandma, this is where you would've wanted to take out your hearing aids. Addie & Maddie were putting on a play or dance. Andrew was pushing Sydney all around the house in the dump truck {watch out!} Peter was happy.

Not in photo: Meagan at the piano playing the Can-Can. Dad and Gary at the T.V. volume up to 50. Thys deliriously happy. Cheryl & Kendall nursing. Me, Mom, yes I can can.

Where the Wild Things are...

HaPPy ThanKsGivIng...

from The HaLLens

We enjoyed Thanksgiving Day at the Wild Animal Zoo with Gary & Cheryl's family. Here's a little known secret: Best day to go to either the San Diego Zoo or the Wild Animal Park is on Thanksgiving Day. No lines. Close parking to front gates. Cool weather. Few people. Active animals. Great day!






Peter was in heaven. He saw all his favorite animals. I've never heard "wow" so many times in one day. We loved being with our cousins again. It's been a long four months...

Andrew spying on the lions

Lions spying on us.

Trying to feed the lorikeets, some of them fed on us...

Oh, so many more pictures...but so little time for posting them.

Results are In

Peter had his long anticipated ct scan yesterday. Remember the last one? That's when we found out what a fighter Peter was. He refused to be sedated for the ct scan...it was a long day. This time was a totally different story. The planets must have been all aligned because it all went like clock work. Amazing when that happens. A big thank you to our nurse, Connie. And of course to our Heavenly Father, who, I'm sure is tired of hearing from me by now.

The tumor has shrunk down to only 4cm. It was around 9 to 11cm when it was detected. Now we can proceed with the surgery. It's scheduled for Dec 5th at the Sunset Kaiser {L.A.} He'll be there for up to two weeks. And then home in time for Christmas. I think we have Christmas decorating to do this weekend.

The surgeon met with us yesterday and is very confident about being able to get all the cancer out. It's going to be a little tricky because the tumor is so high up in the liver, close to the heart and one of the main veins that run thru the liver. But I trust him. I have a good feeling about him. I was a little frightened to hear some of the details of the surgery. He will have to take two parts of the liver (there are four parts) so that sounds like a lot. The good thing about the liver is that it regenerates. It will be back to normal size in a week. Isn't that something!

Now the great news: This all means that there is no more chemo. Picture me jumping like I just won the showcase on the Price is Right. What a relief. In fact the doctor gave the clear to take him out again. So guess what we are going to do??? On Thanksgiving Day we are going to celebrate by going to the Wild Animal Park in San Diego. He loves animals. What a great day that is going to be. He's only been on drives, walks around the block, the Papa's home, hospital, and clinic. Good days to come.

Our prayers have been answered. We couldn't ask for more. I know there's still a long road ahead for Peter but we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. There have been some dark days these past 4 months but the whole time I felt comforted and at peace that all would work out. We have so much love, gratitude, and appreication for our family, friends, prayers, strangers, medical staff, and Heavenly Father. I've learned some mighty lessons that I hope to write about so that I'll always remember. Life is so different now. And that's a good thing.

{U}ndefeated

What a relief...On Saturday afternoon John & Andrew went to a friend's home to watch the much anticipated yearly GAME. What game you ask??? Only the biggest rivalry in Mormon culture. The U{university of Utah} vs. BYU. I think that John and his brother, Gary are the only Ute fans in the ward. I was a little leery when he left to be in a crowd of proud cougar fans. Now that's scary. I heard that they sing the fight song every time they make a touch down. They are devout.

The "U" remains undefeated. They won the big game this year 48-24. John was very pleased to be able to wear his Utah tie to church to rub it in to all.

When I saw this picture on c jane enjoy it I had to copy and post it. Fun rivalry. But the "U" remains supreme. It is the school of the Prophets. {I hope I don't get a lot of hate mail} Yikes. What was I thinking???

Thanksgiving Baking Goodness

little pilgrams by Andrew's preschool class...way cute

Ahhh....School Thanksgiving Feast. We had a good one at Andrew's preschool yesterday. Addie said they had a good one too. I'll have to ask Mrs. Cherry for the cornbread muffins and pilgram stew recipes. But by popular demand... here's what I made for preschool...)

Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins {wish I could make them for you}
Recipe from Amy Strong

1 2/3 c. flour
1 c. sugar
1 T pumpkin pie spice
1 1/4 t baking soda
1/2 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
2 eggs
1 c plain pumpkin
1/2 c melted butter
1 c chocolate chips

Heat oven to 350. Spray muffin cups w/Pam or use liners. Thoroughly mix flour, sugar, spice, soda, baking powder & salt in a large bowl with a whisk. Break eggs into another bowl, add pumpkin & butter & whisk until well blended. Stir in chocolate chips. Pour over dry ingredients & fold in with a rubber spatula just until dry ingredients are moistened. Scoop batter evenly into muffin cups & sprinkle sugar {i use the chunky raw sugar crystals}on top muffins. Bake about 20 minutes. Turn out onto a rack to cool. Makes 10 large muffins.

*These are great done in the mini muffin size with mini chocolate chips. Bake for only 12 to 14 minutes instead.**

Who Says Bribery Isn't a Good Thing?

It's good when you have something to motivate your teenager with... Meagan has become obsessed with the Twilight saga. She started reading the series a year ago. I can only blame myself. When she finished reading a previous book series by Shannon Hale, which she loved, she was in search for something just as good. I recommended Twilight to her {i read it earlier in the year when i was radioactive and quarantined} and she frowned at me. How could she like something that her old mama liked? Then she became desperate for something good and fun to read. Finally she read it and the rest is history.

I feel like I'm reliving my teenage life. That's a good thing. I took Meagan and a bunch of her friends to the midnight release of Breaking Dawn in August. Fun.

During the summer she worked on a personal progress project {click on that to see it} and her obsession is stitched into the project. Clever girl.










A few weeks ago when the Twilight sound track was about to be released Meagan heard that the store Hot Topic was going to have a sneak listening premier and play it over their store speakers one time only. She had to go. She's been such a trooper during this whole cancer thing with Peter. How could I deny her this huge opportunity? So we went. Okay, Hot Topic is not a nice, clean, wholesome place to hang out in.

My mom used to bribe me & my brothers with Dilly Bars from Dairy Queen {love those things}when we were young to get us to clean our rooms and the house. So I know the skillful art of bribery first hand...thanks Marie. Every parent should perfect this skill. Here's the deal that was made to both Meagan & Addie {she read Twilight too}. Way back when we heard that there was a movie being made of the book I told the girls that if they would learn to play two songs from the hymn book or children's song book on the piano with, yes, both hands, and play them for us for Family Home Evening {click on that if you don't know what F.H.E. is}

Can you tell I just learned how to add links in my posting??? I'm so excited. Thanks Rachelle for that lesson. anyway...

..so we could sing along with the piano that I would take them to the midnight showing of Twilight.

They did it. I had to remind them a few times when I over heard them telling their friends that they were going to the midnight showing of Twilight. Have you learned your two songs yet? Man that was fun. Meagan learned I am a Child of God and Come Thou Fount. Addie learned Book of Mormon Stories and We are Different. I am loving this parenting thing. So fun. See you at the movies.

Abundance of Blessings

I love Autumn time. Despite the heat wave {90 degrees} and all the fires raging 3o miles or so away from us, I feel very blessed.

We took Peter to another doctor's visit yesterday. He was scheduled to get an outpatient chemo dose today. But after the exam, the doctor said that there's no more chemo for Peter. Just to be safe, he cancelled the last two doses because of some of the side effects. The next step is the ct scan which should be done in the next week or so. I'm hoping for it to be completed before Thanksgiving. But I'll be patient. One of the things I'm learning about with this trial. Patience. I have so far to go...

The ct scan will give the doctors a look at the tumor. Most likely Peter will have surgery at the beginning of December. Unless the tumor is still too close to the main vein in the liver then he'll need more chemo. Then there's a slight chance that if the tumor is all gone then there's no need for surgery. Wouldn't that be great. Am I being too greedy to ask for such a miracle???

We have already been so blessed. What a wonderful time we are going to have at Thanksgiving Dinner when we go around the table and declare what we are thankful for this year. I know what I am going to say... Grateful for trials and challenges that increase our love for each other and our God. Grateful for Peter to be with us. Thankful for family and friends. For countless prayers said on behalf of Peter. And so much more...

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness...Thanks Veterans!

This Veteran's Day started off as just another break from school and work.

First breakfast. I was going to do buttermilk waffles but we got a craving for Fish LaKe French toast. Very yummy! {I'll share the recipe if I get a lot of request}.

The Papa's took all the grandchildren to see Madagascar II with Gary. We know some children are going to have a fun day...) While John & I took Peter to another doctor's appointment. After the appointment we took Peter to see the cows in Ontario, a few more miles away, but worth the drive.
Peter loves cows.

He gets so excited to see them up close and to hear them mooing.

He copies them and moos too.










His white count is really low again, so we kept him in the car and rolled down his window. He admires them from afar. He loves every minute. Going out to the dairy gives John a chance to scooped up some free fertilizer for the garden. The ride home is a smelly one.

Later that afternoon when we were all back together and waving our flags in the back yard, some one asked what Veteran's Day was for..??? Then the feeling of shame hit me. I have so much to teach them...

"Veteran’s Day is a day mixed with feelings of honor, grief and pride for those who have served our country. People of all faiths, races and backgrounds have given their lives and services to defend what we believe in, and we thank them for that."

I reminded them about some of our relatives that were in the service. Like Grandpa Merril. He enlisted in the army at 17 years old, lying about his age so he could fight and defend out country in WWII. He became a MP and landed on Utah Beach on D-Day. Amazing that he survived. He didn't talk about his war experiences with us much. But I've read and watched movies and documentaries {thanks to John}about WWII and other wars. I can only imagine what he and others endured and did in defending our liberties and freedoms. I am so grateful to be an American. So grateful for men and women who have the courage and honor to fight for us.