That's my Boy!!

You are looking at a future NBA player.

Today Mitchell came home from practice and couldn't wait to show me his jersey's. There are two, home & away. I couldn't get him to stand still long enough to get any pictures of him in both jerseys. Once the professional pics are done I'll put one up. But I couldn't resist putting these up. I'm really proud of this kid. He has been working so hard and can't wait until the first game on Thursday. I had him at the doctors this morning because he has had a sore throat for almost a week. Just allergies. Of course when you go to the docs you get weight & height taken. He is now 5'8" and 160 lbs. All boy!! Sorry Mitchell, "young man."

After the appointment we played hooky for a bit. We went to our favorite coffee shop and each got one of our favorite drinks. Mitchell's was a creamy carmel freeze. Then I took him back to school. I didn't feel to bad doing it, it was his lunch hour anyways. I think I am going to be the one more nervous on Thursday. My baby is getting a dream come true and he deserves it. It is always a good feeling when someone you love is happy. It was funny because I said to Mitchell that his jerseys are so wrinkled and he told me coach suggestd to wash them before the game. Yea that's what I was thinking. Then I started to laugh nonstop. Mitchell looked at me like I was nuts and asked what was so funny. I told him he wouldn't believe me if I told him. At the moment I said I would wash them it was like my mom was standing right next to me saying "You better iron that uniform for him". I think my brothers used to have the cleanest football uniforms in the state. My mom made sure everything was clean and ironed. She would always say, I don't care how much or how little money we have you will not look like a slob.

I'm going to end this post with one last comment: All the crap that ms dishes out, bring it on. Because I am here and alive and I am going to see my son play in his first middle school basketball game on Thursday and nothing is going to stop me.

Waiting for results

So for the past week I have been going and having blood drawn, eyes checked and started on steroids plus more vitamins. All this because my memory seems to be slipping again and I have had some horrible headaches going on. Steroids to see if memory comes back, eyes checked because neuro thought he saw something and blood drawn to check on vitamin levels. Well I have had a bit of the rage with the steroids. I say a bit but my family would say differently. Today my son said he was glad I'm back. They didn't make me feel the same as last time. No major hunger. Now I have all these carrots in my frig. Have you ever been on medication for something and then the doc asks how it's working and your just not sure. That is how I feel with the steroids. I feel like the memory is getting better but then a while later I'm like no it hasn't changed. Is this a side effect from the steroids? DOUBT IT. Don't know what my neuro saw but my eye doc says my eyes look very healthy considering I have ms. My one eye has changed alot so that should change the headaches once I get my new glasses. I startd on more Folic Acid like neuro asked. I think it has helped. Haven't gotten the blood work back to know what was founf. My husband grabbed some B12 while at the store. He was so funny. He comes home and says "I found this and it says it helps with memoryso I thought I would get it for you. I thought I would take it to. Look at that my brain is working better just holding the bottle." I tell him all the time he needs his memory checked more than I do. You should have seen us at the store last week. Coming out to the parking lot he asked where he parked. I looked at him shaking my head and saying we are so screwed when we get old.

I was talking with a friend the other day and telling her all that is going on with me and she says, "Yea I know how you feel and goes on to compare our situations. People seriously make me nuts.

Feeling like a Blowfish

So the past couple weeks I have been fighting with a cold. I was determined not to let it get so out of hand I would be bed ridden for months like last year. I was doing pretty well under the circumstances. I mean who likes having to blow their nose every 10 minutes anyways. Of course the fatigue comes on full force with it. But I behaved and stayed in bed. While going through this I felt very brain foggy. Ok it is just the cold. Everything is going on up there. Then the vision was just not right. Even wearing my glasses would make it worse. So I waited it out until the cold got better. No such luck. Went to my nuero yesterday and I am back on the roids for 6 days. I just lost half the weight from the last time. He also wants me to take more Folic Acid. He said I am very vitamin deficient. I'm going in for some more blood work and a a check up with my eye doctor because my neuro say some haze in my eyes. Wants to see if it is the ms or just age. Have you ever found yourself saying "Well I hope it is because I am getting older." He made comment if it is age that it might be something corrected through surgery. The thought of someone touching my eyes, yuck. I made my husband take all the sweets out of the house last night and made him promise not to bring anything home until I'm off the roids. I know your supposed to stay away from the sugar but who listens when your on those meds. I broke the news to my son last night. He was a mess last time. With it being my first time in July we didn't know how I would react and it was hard for him. I said it will be better because I'm not getting the IV's. He was so excited yesterday coming home from part one of tryouts. He was exhausted. Talk about a sweaty kid. Right to the shower man. The smell of a sweaty 12 year old, there is nothing like it. This morning was part two, he was up at 5:00am and out the door by 6:15. He made me laugh, saying this just isn't right going to school when it is still dark.The coach is announcing at lunch who made the team. He needs this right now. Send some prayers out to me that the roids take away all this latest crap.

Practice, Practice, Practice

I swear, ever since my son was 2 years old he has loved basketball. He has done some junior leagues while growing up but now is the time he has been waiting for. The big middle school tryouts. What he would say is the first step to his dream. The first tryout is Thursday after school and then after the cuts again Friday morning before school. He wants this more than.........

playing with playstation2 or PSP. You parents know what I'm talking about. He dreams of playing in the NBA someday but of course has his back up in case things don't work out. Why not dream big!! He is so pumped up for these tryouts he has the ball in his hand every chance he gets. First thing in the morning before school and late at night until dark and then the lights go on in the backyard. He is living and breathing basketball. Once homework is done he is outside practicing his jumps and layups. He is running on the treadmill and using weights. He is watching what he eats. His big thing to tell me lately is how eating to much sugar isn't good. "Do you know mom that if you eat something sugary in the morning you might feel ok but later you will feel this big drop in energy." Wow son, why haven't I ever thought of that. wink wink. I'm really proud of him working so hard at this. He still needs to be reminded that homework comes first. Mitchell tells me he wants to get shoes that will match his uniform. Blue & silver are the school colors and warhawk is the school mascot. So I guess we will be doing some shopping next weekend. Even though we live in IL his favorite team now is the Milwaukee Bucks. His favorite player is Michael Redd. Mitchell got a chance to meet him a couple weeks ago at the teams tip off party. He got his autograph and his picture taken with him. Talk about making a kids dream come true. I know we all want the best for our kids in so many ways. When I think of the many times we haven't been able to do things because of my ms it breaks my heart. (I was trying not to bring those two letters into this post) It makes my heart so happy for these times when my son has the biggest smile on his face. Mitchell asked if I am going to be one of those moms that sits in the bleachers screaming for the team. My answer was of course I am. Wouldn't want it any other way mom, was his reply.

Lover not a Fighter

If anyone has read my past posts you know I have a son in 7th grade who is about 5'8" 155 pounds. He is definatley one of the tallest kids in 7th grade. Mitchell has been coming home in a horrible mood this week. On Tuesday he was as foul as you can get. He was actually in a talking mood so I had to put on my mom ears, since I have battling with a cold since the weekend and totally feel like crap my attention span isn't the best. He procedes to tell me how this group of boys are walking down the halls and knocking books out of other students hands. Then they say that you have been KO'd. (what the hell that means I have no clue). So one of these boys has made it his mission to go after my kid. The funny thing is this kid barely comes up to my sons shoulder. Now Mitchell wouldn't hurt a fly and right now he won't even tell the kid to knock it off because he doesn't want to be labeled the whinner. This is the same kid a couple weeks ago that was spitting bb's at other students at lunch. Since my son doesn't want to tell the kid to stop I asked what is he going to do. He said well I guess I will handle it until he decides to get physical and then I will knock him out. Of course we had a talk but I don't know how much it sunk in. Of course the protective mom wants to come out and knock the kid out myself. The thing that is hard is talking to someone at school about it, do I or don't I. Does a parent want to be known as the complaining parent that when any little thing happens they are on the phone to school or do you call and talk because who else is going to advocate for your child besides you. I did talk with the principal yesterday because the 7th grade are getting lap tops in a wek or so and I'm not paying for it to get fixed if these kids are knocking everyones stuff down. So the teachers had a talk with the kids in every class after lunch time but as soon as the one class that has my son & that one kid in it got out, I'll let you guess what this kid did. What cracks me up is this little twerp picking on one of the biggest in his grade. I think he should be knocked on his *** so maybe he won't think he is all that. I told Mitchell I think this is one reason he gets alot of crap is because some of these kids want to see how far they can push him since he is pretty big for his age. That is why I said if this kid keeps doing this stuff just look him in the eye and tell him to stop. And what do i tell him when something does get physical, fight back to defend yourself. My brain-MS or not-can't get a grasp on this. This kind of stuff just irritates me. It is hard enough for kids to go to school and learn what they need to without these little ****heads that don't want to learn a thing roaming around the school looking to se what trouble they can start next.