One Fell Off And Bumped His Head

Two little monkeys riding on bikes,

Around the circle raced until they were out of sight,

When one fell off and bumped his head,

He wound up in a hospital bed.

Thankfully, the monkey was wearing a helmet, you see,

Or else, he would have hurt more than just his knee.


The helmet worked for us as you can see!


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Extra, Extra, Read All About It!

If you are one of the eight regular readers around here at From Inmates To Playdates, you might still be wondering what in the heck happened on our camping trip over the weekend. Believe me when I tell you that I wanted nothing more than to tell the entire drama-filled story yesterday. (Y’all know how much I LOVE a good story, right?) The fact is that I was tired and knew I wouldn’t do the story justice if I tried to tell it in a limited amount of time.

Because as my granny would say, sometimes I get in a “big way of talking” and lose all track of time.


All that to say, TODAY IS THE DAY PEOPLE.

I’ll do my best to get y’all out of here in a reasonable amount of time because I know most of you have more to do than read about the latest McFamily Medical Drama.

I’m not sure where I should begin, because really for you to see the big picture, I would need to start at the begninning, as in the day we pulled into the campground. For the sake of time, though, I’ll skip past the campsite reservation dilemma. I’ll also leave out the part about Alex’s “near drowning” in the lake, which looking back on it, was more of a “Alex lost his pool noodle in the lake and had to bob up and down in the water for five seconds before his brother was able to pass the noodle back to him” incident in the lake.

Still, it was really scary for about five seconds.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, THE story.

Fast forward to Saturday, at approximately 7:10 PM EST.

I had just two minutes earlier taken a picture of both boys on their bicycles. Both riding toward me and riding away from me. The boys decided to race around the circle to see which one could get to our campsite the quickest.

Now, here’s where the story takes a turn for the worse. I will do my best to accurately relay the severity of the situation, because if you know me, you know that I am all about reporting the drama accurately.

Seconds after I snapped the picture, Stevie wrecked his bike. He let out a scream that told me he meant business. I was headed towards him and within two seconds or so, he stopped crying. I saw him stand up and I made a quick assessment that he must not be as bad off as I originally thought. In that moment, I saw Stevie fall into the arms of my friend, Kelley, (a friend from our church who happened to be camping with us, and also a nurse anesthetist), and the next thing I remember, is that I was standing right beside of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, as Kelley slowly lowered him down to the road. His body was limp and his lips were blue.

At this point, I did the only thing I knew to do.

I let out a squeal that you MIGHT HAVE heard if you live anywhere along the East Coast. All I knew was that my boy was laying unconscious on the road and I was powerless to help him. After about five minutes seconds, those big brown eyes which I have looked in to hundreds of times were focused on me and he was back with us, answering questions, responding.

And breathing.

Kelley’s husband, Brian carried him over to a chair and as they sat him down on my lap, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his sweet head and breathed him in. I fought back tears and watched as fresh red blood trickled from his left knee down my left leg. Kelley thought that he had suffered a seizure until I explained that he had passed out on two different occasions when he was younger. (You may recall I wrote about THAT here on the blog just five days ago. The irony.)

After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard sirens blaring. Four EMTs arrived on the scene to check on my sweet boy. McDaddy and I decided to have him transported to the hospital because I know nothing about anything at this point and would rather be safe than sorry. They loaded him onto a stretcher and I climbed in the ambulance with him. It was another five minutes or so before we pulled out and at this point, I decide I really need to use the bathroom.

And puke.

It was a long drive to the hospital (or so it seemed) and the EMT did not want Stevie to fall asleep. If I’m being honest though, I wanted more than anything to go to sleep. To forget the incident that had just happened. I was hoping it was a dream. I couldn’t get it out of my head and I was sure it was just a dream. I did my best to keep him awake by asking him silly questions. At one point, we prayed. Upon our arrival at the hospital, we were whisked into a cold, sterile room with a bed and an exam table. Once we got Stevie signed in and squared away, I excused myself to the bathroom.

And puked.

The Doctor came in to do an initial exam.

He suggested a CT Scan of the head. A chest x-ray. A urinalysis. Blood work. And “given the bruises and cuts on his chest”, the Doctor also suggested a CT scan of the abdomen to check for things that might not present themselves for days, such as a ruptured spleen. Over the course of the next few hours, I watched as my boy was poked, prodded, and pushed in a wheelchair.

And during that time, I prayed.

And puked.

One-by-one each of the tests came back clear.

All of them except for the CT of the abdomen.

The ER Doctor returned with a report explaining that the CT Scan showed a one centimeter “irregularity” around the area of the spleen. He then ordered an ultrasound to find out if the “irregularity” was a mass, a tumor, or something else.

I excused myself to the bathroom once again.

And puked.

McDaddy and I napped on and off in the hospital room waiting for an ultrasound tech to arrive and finally, at approximately 1:32 AM, my sweet boy, slept through an ultrasound of his spleen. As we sat in the dark room, I fought to keep my eyes open. I wondered why it was necessary to take soooo many pictures of a one centimeter “irregularity”.

A short time later, the Doctor returned with the much anticipated results. He explained that the “irregularity” that showed up on the CT scan was actually an accessory spleen, which is really just a fancy way to say that our sweet, eight year old, big brown eyed little boy has an extra spleen.

It also means that our sweet boy joins 10% of the population blessed with an extra spleen.

That’s what I learned this week.

Now what did YOU learn?

[NOTE: I really wanted to call this post, I’ve Got Some Spleenin’ To Do, but I was afraid I was the only one who would get the joke.]


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Made From Scratch

Remember when I was screaming like a crazy person yesterday that it was 86 degrees here in Charleston?

I’ll just have you know that I had no business making a grand announcement like that because today?

Today, the high was 53 degrees.

Which makes for a very cold baseball practice.

And a numb butt.

I am writing tonight’s post while watching Dancing With The Stars. I am racking my brain deciding what to write about and having a hard time concentrating because OHMYWORD my boyfriend Maksim looks even hotter with half his chest hanging out. I’ll do my best to stay on chest, er, I mean task, but it won’t be easy.

McDaddy works out of town often, though I don’t normally talk much about it here on the blog because of heightened security measures which really translates into McDaddy’s belief that somebody might try to rob the joint while he is away. When he is at home though, he is a very hands-on, involved, daddy.

Recently, he and Stevie had to bake a cake from scratch for the annual father/son bakeoff at cub scouts. You may recall that last year they took second place with my beach cake recipe.

Because McDaddy was out of town the week before the bake-off, it was up to me to find a cake for them and shop for the ingredients. I found three cakes that I thought might be really good and read them to Stevie to let him make the final choice, reminding him ever so slightly that the older folks who judge the contest like nuts and berries, best.

He picked a cake called World’s Easiest Made From Scratch Cake. And I made them pause in the middle of getting dressed to snap this picture which explains why Stevie’s shirt is all crooked and untucked.

2 c. flour
2 c. sugar
2 eggs
1/2 tsp. salt
2 tsp. soda
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup chopped nuts (they used pecans)
1 (20 oz.) can of crushed pineapple (with juice)

Sift flour (the original recipe did not call for this, however, a sample cake flopped and my dad maintained it was because they didn’t sift the flour).

Dump everything in a bowl. Mix by hand until flour disappears. Pour into ungreased 9×13 pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes.

Ice when cool.

1 (8 oz.) pkg. cream cheese
1 stick butter
1 tsp. vanilla
Grated rind of 1 orange
1 1/2 c. confectioners’ (10x)

He sat with both fingers crossed as the winners were announced.

For the second year in a row, my fellas won a trophy.

And yes, before you ask, he learned all of his culinary skills from his mother.


This post is linked to Works For Me Wednesday.

37 and 8

We had a wonderfully fabulous weekend here at the McResidence last weekend.

The weekend started with dinner on Friday evening at Olive Garden for our little family of four, our parents, and four couples who are near and dear to us. I had my usual, spaghetti with meat sauce AND a tiramisu for dessert. As an added bonus, my friend Cindy and I headed to Kohl’s at 10:00 PM for some stress-free shopping because there is hardly anyone at the Kohl’s at 10:00 PM which is just fine with me because the older I get the less I enjoy a big crowd.

Then on Saturday morning, (the morning of my 37th birthday), we were expecting a house full for Stevie’s 8th birthday party. By noon we had approximately 35 people here at our house to celebrate Stevie’s big day. It was a great day except for the fact that Stevie had two blisters on his tongue that made it difficult to eat and even talk.

Still, he had a great time eating ice-cream and opening gifts.

It pains me that he looks so old in this picture.


A few short hours later, Alex and I attended a family reunion type dinner of second cousins twice removed that I went to at my granny’s request because we had to “represent” my papa’s branch of the family tree. Not that I so much mind going to family reunion-type dinners except for the fact that Stevie had a basketball game and the game started at the same time as the dinner, thirty minutes away. SO, we did what any busy two-parent family does. McDaddy and I did the divide and conquer routine. He took Stevie and I took Alex.

As luck would have it Stevie scored TWO baskets AND his team had their first win.

And I missed it.

Still, I was happy that Stevie had a great game.

On Sunday, I spent the day re-living the events of Stevie’s birthday back in 2002. I had gone to Olive Garden for my 29th birthday (while on bedrest MINDYOU) and the very next day I had a scheduled non-stress test that ended exactly like this.

And a short 12 hours later, I was doing this.

That day changed my life.

My sweet boy changed my life. I am thankful for the privilege of being his mama and I love that his birthday is the day after mine.

Happy Birthday sweet boy!


It seems like just a second ago, I was feeling you kick in my belly and wondering what you would look like.

It seems like just a few seconds ago, you and I were ironing out the whole breast-feeding deal and coming to a conclusion that yes, yes indeed, we can do this thing.

It seems like a second ago, you were climbing into bed with me and daddy.

It seems like a few seconds ago, you were riding around in your cool car reciting the Liberty Medical Diabetes commercial, word for word.

It seems like a second ago, you were a sweet two year old who knew the makes and models of most cars on the road.

It seems like a few seconds ago, I was changing your diaper.

It seems like a second ago, you were off to your first day of pre-school.

So, how can it be that today is your first day of SECOND grade?

Here’s to a great year in SECOND grade, big boy.

Remember to always do the right thing even when no one is watching.


This post is linked to Not Me! Monday,  because I most certainly did NOT tear up a second time today just thinking about this.

Action Packed What I Learned This Week

 I had a wonderful day. So wonderful in fact that it is 11:04 P.M. and I have yet to start this week’s What I Learned This Week post. A few girlfriends and I met for dinner and afterwards, we all headed back to the McResidence for birthday cake cookie and laughs.

I love to spend time with my girlfriends. I’d love to do it more often, but quite frankly life gets in the way.

Life, Scouts, ballgames, homework, lessons, you name it. We generally stay so busy that it is difficult to plan a girls night out. Fortunately we had a great little get-togehter. It was an exceptionally wonderful time and as always, we enjoyed each other’s company.

As is generally the case, I learned some stuff this week.

This week I learned a tough lesson. 

I learned that it is very difficult to snap an action shot using an iPhone camera.

Especially an action shot involving a seven year old and a swimming pool.

Because the action?

The action, is well, action packed.

When attempting to take an action shot with my precious iPhone, I find that I either hit the button a bit too early, or a bit late.


It is really tough to hit the button at just the right time.

It was a bit frustrating if I’m being honest,

but each time, my sweet boy climbed right back up there time and time again

and it was quite clear that he was totally enjoying himself and his new-found ability to jump off of a diving board. 

What did you learn this week?

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Don’t just stand there,

Join in on the fun!


Dear Stevie:

I have told you time and time again that I wish you could stay six forever. Six is an awesome age and so far, it has been my favorite age!

While I was pregnant with you, I remember sitting in the recliner in your nursery wondering what you would look like and what you would be like. I needed only to look at your daddy to find the answers to those questions.You are like him in every way with only a few small exceptions that are a result of my influence in matters such as matching your socks to your shirt and your love for the TV and all of its wonderment.

When they handed you to me in the hospital, I immediately knew what it was like to hold my heart in my hands. You, my sweet boy changed me in ways that you will never know. It was beyond me why God would choose to bless me with a sweet baby boy the day after my 29th birthday knowing that I had a truck-load of quirks and limited knowledge about raising a baby.

Over the past seven years you have grown from that little 8 pound 10 ounce infant I cradled in the hospital to a 42 pound confident, caring, brilliant little boy.

You are thoughtful and caring and good.


You have a beautiful smile and big, brown eyes.

You are likeable and charming.

And responsible and fun!

I suspect the next seven years will fly by even faster than the last seven. Soon, you will not want me to walk you into school anymore or help you bathe. Soon, you will lose your first baby tooth. Soon, you will put Milo on a shelf because you will no longer want to hold him at night. I am trying to prepare myself for all of these things, but seriously? Um, I’m not real good at letting go in case you’ve noticed.

In the meantime, I am savoring every moment of your sweet life. I am proud and thankful to be your mama.

Happy Birthday, sweet boy!

Love, Mommy