House of Sonshines

House of Sonshines

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Wordless Wed 4-9-2014

Our Sonshines/boys

Grandpa Harold's 65th birthday

G'pa, Shawn, Tae, and Mason celebrating with ice cream cake at Uncle Levi's house.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

WF wrestling 2013-2014

Weyauwega-Fremont wrestling.  Shawn loves wrestling and therefore so does Mason.  The meets are small and quick.  Mason and Daddy try to get to most meets.  Mason is a great cheer leader, and Shawn is teaching him that the most important thing is to"try your best!"

Mason trying on Shawn's headgear.

Professional team photo.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Company!

Aunt Janna, Laura and her boyfriend Brett came to visit for a few days.


Friday, March 21, 2014

"Why me go to Octor?"

The middle of Feb we decided to take Mason to an ENT Dr for a consult.  His tonsils were HUGE and he was having problems with sleep apnea, choking with eating, and speech.  The above pic is a pre surgery hearing test. He passed with flying colors!

Getting a ride to the "SPA"...  surgical preparation area.
Dr. Swanson ordered a tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy, and sinus reconstruction (he had fatty masses behind his nose and uvula).

It was a chore to get him in this gown.  He wanted to wear his own jammies and DID NOT like no back to the gown!

A mild oral liguid sedative (versed) was given prior to being separated from us and entering the surgical suite.  He was so loopy!  Daddy was concerned (he didn't know what to expect), and I found great humor in it (I knew what to expect).
He looked at me with dazed and rolling eyes and told me I needed to wash my hair!  LOL!


We did not see Mason until he was done with recovery.  I did not like that, because I wanted to be there to comfort him when he woke up.  We were waiting in his room for him, and when he arrived he immediately started to cry when he seen/heard us and wanted Daddy!  That is so normal...  phew!

Awww!  Minor surgery, but major pain!  Plus he had his nose and frontal sinuses packed.


The hospital had this bear on his bed.  Such a cute... yet pathetic and vulnerable picture.

Mason asked to put on "Me clothes" as soon as he could.  He told the nurse, "Me hate deez clothes you got here!"  I don't promote the language but did have to chuckle at his sincerity of that statement.

Shawn came that night with Granny and Aunt Nia.  He did not want to leave!  He hated seeing his brother in pain, and was concerned that his nose kept bleeding and bleeding.  Shawn is a very caring and empathetic person.  He wants to help so bad in every way.  He cried when he had to leave...  Broke my heart!

Morning after Mason woke with a sick stomach, fever and a lot of pain.  Nothing like the Daddy snuggle cure!  This boy LOVES his Daddy!!!!  Makes me so proud...

After forcing him (literally) to take his pain medication (which the nurse said tasted like frog urine!?) he perked right up.  After eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup and making a mess of the toy room we were able to go home.  YEAH!

This and our favorite nurses.  She was such a grandma...  lots of patience and she gave lots of praise and rewards for the silliest things!  She hugged him goodbye, kissed his forehead, and gave him a wagon ride to the car.

Surgery 02/25/2014 @ St Elizabeth's Appleton, WI

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Messy spring lovin' Sonshines...

Drive way picnics...


Friday, March 14, 2014

Another patient...

While in PTSD therapy Grandpa Harold fell and hurt his left knee.  They said it was fine...  it wasn't.... gave him a cortisone shot...  didn't help...  ordered a MRI...  = torn meniscus.  UGH!

Day surgery at Riverside Medical Center Waupaca, WI was 3/11/2014 with Dr Mitchell.  It all went well except the waking up part.  They told me he was a "light weight" when I was called back after recovery room.  I had to laugh because they don't know he ALWAYS has a hard time staying awake.

He did well.  It took a big swallow to get all that pride down and accept he needed to use a walker.  Once he was used to it he decided (although he will never admit it) it was pretty handy.  We help him hop up the steps and then he comes down on his butt... for now.  This too shall pass!