Monday, July 20, 2015

1 Farm + Two special 2 year olds + Great friends and family + a HOT day = Max and Harper's Birthday Party

Long title? Check.
Late birthday post? Check.

Last Saturday my "babies" turned T-W-O! I am still shocked at how fast time is going. I am hopefully going to get individual update posts on each of them done today or tomorrow. For now, here is their birthday party post.

We did a farm themed birthday. I got their invitations from Justalittlesparkle on Etsy. They were adorable! She did great. She has lots of other amazing designs as well.

I also got their birthday outfits from different shops on Etsy. I ordered iron on decals of a cow and pig for their shirts from Scrapendipity Designs. I ordered Harper's skirt from Giggles And Grins Again and they customized the bandana skirt for me and even threw in a hairbow for free. She was delightful. I have never really had bad dealings with Etsy.





We had their party on their actual birthday. It was SO unbelievably hot and humid. But we all had a good time. There is this fantastic children's farm in a suburb of Kansas City on the Kansas side. Deanna Rose Farmstead is a fantastic place to visit, which we love doing, but an even greater place for a birthday party. They have a lot of different animals, activities, and luckily shaded birthday corrals and misters.

Each kid could do some of the activities like feeding bottles to goats, riding ponies, mining for gold, fishing, wagon rides, and hand feeding many other animals.

When everyone arrived at our "Pig Pen", we gave them tickets to activities and a map of the place. We asked all party guests to meet us back at the Pen for birthday cupcakes and gifts.

It was also great to have a way to lock in my crazy kids. 
As far as decorations went, I bought them! I made some last year and just didn't want to waste the time doing it this year. So, thanks to Hobby Lobby for the banner, table cloths, and bandana cupcake wrappers!

I did, however, make their cupcakes. I am not the decorating kind. I love baking. As an artist of any kind, I suck. Awhile back when I decided on the farm theme, I was searching Pinterest while sitting in my dad's hospital room. I found this picture of farm animal cupcakes and thought "Heck, I can do that." My dad agreed. So, I set out to make these cupcakes. Jeremy kept wondering if we would be able to do one of those Pinterest fail pictures. But they didn't turn out bad. Now, after being in the hot heat, some of them were melting...but they were still pretty darn cute!

My inspiration in the center. My creations around. 


My mom loaned me a few of Dad's bandanas to serve as decoration.
I loved that Dad was a part of the celebration. 


Max and Harper were troopers. No breakdowns from being tired and missing a good nap. I don't know why I insist that birthday parties be right in their nap time. Next year, I will be smarter. They loved seeing the animals and playing with friends.
































Max loves feeding the goats, Harper prefers to feed them outside the fence. 































One of my favorite things was seeing Max and Harper hand deliver their favor "barns" to their friends. I got the favor boxes from Oriental Trading Co. I also got the farm animal stickers and suckers from there as well. I got the farm animal figurines from Target, as well as the snacks. I made the rice krispie treat haybales. They turned out really cute. 



Overall, it was a great day. I can't believe these two precious kids are TWO. They are just the absolute best. I can't wait to gush on them more in later posts.




-Lisa-





Thursday, June 18, 2015

How Do You Survive Father's Day Without a Dad?

Every Father’s Day I am privileged enough to celebrate the greatest man I have ever known. It used to involve a golf accessory or box of golf balls as well as a card where I professed my gratefulness and love. A love for this man who was my rock, life preserver, book of wisdom, example of a man, first love, and the man always there to bail (no pun intended) me out. (My dad was a bail bondsman!) I really do feel sad for people, especially women, who didn’t grow up with a supportive and loving father. I feel so fortunate that I had this man, MY DAD, as a role model and confidante.

As much as I have loved Father’s Day to squeeze his neck extra tighter or kiss him even more, this Father’s Day will be devastatingly different…

It was nearing 4 am on the morning of June 6. We were jolted awake at the sound of the doorbell. My first thought is our neighbor kids but when the knocking and ringing continued, Jeremy investigated to see my brother standing in the door frame. Jeremy got me and said, “You need to go. It’s your dad.” My mother, sister, brother, and in-laws had tried to call us for hours. We were so tired. Both babies were up for an extended time and had finally crashed at 2:30 that morning. We had missed 30+ calls. My brother’s last ditch effort was to drive the 20 minutes from my dad’s hospital  to our house to get us awake.

We had spent 2 months in a hospital room with Dad. (Here is the back story.) But I will always cherish this last morning in that hospital room. As we stumbled in at 4:30ish, Dad made his eyes go really wide and he mouthed “Lisa, I love you.” He made a kissy noise at me so I leaned down and we kissed. Our last kiss. Dad was in and out of coherence the rest of the morning. But those spurts of “Dad” were amazing.

Doctors eventually came in to deliver the news we were expecting, but dreading. Dad was up to 45 liters of oxygen. There was no way he could maintain. He definitely couldn’t come home on Hospice care as expected that following Monday. They couldn’t even transfer him to another floor needing those levels.

We called family. We prayed. We spent time with him and anticipated the moments of clarity. Moments when Dad would console us and tell us it would be okay. Moments when Dad would pat us and say I love you. But those moments started to fade as the morning waned on. Soon Dad talked of Jesus and looked beyond us. When he would stare into the corner of the room so intently, we would ask him what he saw. He looked surprised to see us like we weren’t there.

When it came time and we all had a moment to spend alone with Dad, we prayed, held hands, and sang. All while we watched Dad peacefully drift. It really was beautiful. He fell asleep while my mother, his wife of 50 years, knelt beside his bed. While all four of his children wept and prayed in his room.

No one has a doubt of where Dad has gone. Max and Harper now say that Grampa lives in the sky with Jesus. (That doesn’t stop them from constantly asking where Grampa is. Or asking if Grampa is going to be awake today.)

Knowing Dad is healthy, happy and loved doesn’t make the everlasting hurt better. Infertility left me with so much pain and hurt. I would go through that over and over again if it meant I’d never feel this pain of losing Dad. My heart is broken into what seems to be a million pieces. I wake up each morning crying because I desperately wanted to dream of him and didn’t. I go through the motions of my day and busy myself so I can’t dwell on my sadness.

My sadness and sorrow seem to be never ending. I miss him beyond words. As much as I miss my Dad, I also hurt for my mother. She lost her best friend and soul mate of 50+ years. She lives in their house and sleeps in their bed. She has to walk by his chair and see his DVR filled with ridiculous reality shows. She is stronger than she ever thought possible. I hurt for her. I wonder when this open, gaping wound will begin to heal.

So two weeks after losing my Dad, we celebrate Father’s Day. But I will always celebrate Dad. I couldn’t have had a better father. I thank God daily for giving me 31 years with him. I just wish I had more. But even if I had 70 years with him, I’d still want more. He was that fantastic!

I will live my life the way my dad would want. My decisions in life really were made to make that man proud. I just need to keep striving to do just that. I love you, Daddy! Happy Father’s Day!







 







Obituary: Sammy “Sam” Salvatore Bruno, Sr., age 70, of Pleasant Hill, Missouri, departed this life peacefully at 2:46 p.m. Saturday, June 6, 2015, at Research Hospital in Kansas City surrounded by his loving family. Sam was born March 26, 1945, in Deadwood, South Dakota. He was adopted by Charlie and Dorothy Bruno after the passing of his biological mother during childbirth.
In 1964, Sam graduated from Faith High School in Faith, South Dakota. While in school, he met the love of his life, JaLynn Wilson; on October 24, 1964, they were united in marriage. To this union, four children were born: Charlie, Carrie, Sammy, Jr., and Lisa.
Sam owned and operated Bruno’s Bonding Company until his retirement in 2001. Sam was an active member and leader of the Pleasant Hill Church of Christ and an enthusiastic student of the Bible. He was an avid golfer, bowler, horseman, and loved to sing and play guitar, but the most important aspect of his life was his family.
Sam was preceded in death by his adopted parents, Charlie and Dorothy Bruno, and his biological parents, Delbert and Bernice Day; three brothers, Bud Day, Kenny Day, and Lloyd Day; and two sisters, Doris Jeffries and Bernice Hughes.
He is survived by his wife JaLynn of Pleasant Hill; four children, Charlie (and Allison) Bruno of Rolla, Missouri; Carrie (and Curt) Eaton of Lee’s Summit, Missouri; Sammy (and Jill) Bruno, Jr. of Pleasant Hill, Missouri; and Lisa (and Jeremy) Sickel of Gladstone, Missouri; nine grandchildren, Megan (and Caleb) Plumlee, Emily (and Takota) Anderson, Katie Bruno, Jackson Eaton, Samara Bruno, Abby Eaton, Anna Mae Bruno, Maxwell Sickel, and Harper Sickel; two step-grandchildren, Rachel Schick and Garrett Schick; two sisters, Helen Packer of Rapid City, South Dakota, and Mary (and Dick) Deyoe of Belle Fourche, South Dakota; several cousins, nieces and nephews; other relatives, and a host of many friends



-Lisa-

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

My List of Suck and Death





1. I have gained a lot of weight.
2. My twins are almost TWO!
3. I haven't blogged in awhile.
4. I am working on an emotional one to post later this week.
5. My dad died 11 days ago.
6. My life is turned upside down.
7. I am not sure how to function.
8. I hate teaching summer school.
9. My heart hurts to the point I feel I can't take it.
10. My kids asked "Grandpa awake today?" I died all over again.
11. He is in a better place.
12. I can think of nothing good happening in life right now.
13. I take everything personally.
14. I am in a perma-PMS mode.
15. How do I go on?
16. I don't know how to break bad news unless it is in list form.
17. I will give details of Dad in my Father's Day post. (See #4)
18. Okay, number 2 isn't so bad.
19. Remember that my dad was sick. I wrote about it HERE
20. My car broke down and I'm driving my mom's car until it's fixed.
21. I am sorry for this post and my absence.
22. Do these pictures make you feel better? They have been my light in the darkness.







-Lisa-