July 7, 2016

Post from an Old Blog about Chase (circa 2010; age 8)


Monday, August 23, 2010


act:  Having to get up in the night ten plus times (I lost count) makes you feel like you never slept. 

Between Chase and the baby, last night was officially a disaster.  I should have known it would be when the melatonin I give Chase nightly didn’t seem to have any effect when I put him to bed.  Bedtime used to be a nightmare and then I was introduced to a natural supplement called melatonin.  I used to have to literally restrain Chase for hours in the dark in his bed before he would finally relax and go to sleep.  This whole brain-muscle disorder thing has way more far reaching effects than you might anticipate.  His muscles just would not relax and let him sleep.  So after years of misery and begging for anything that would help him sleep, someone finally suggested melatonin.  It has been a godsend.  After last night, Spence is telling me we need something more serious now…he might be right, it seems like it hasn’t been working as well for about a week now.  I hope not.

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Saturday, August 21, 2010


“Na-el-la”  Noodles?  “Na El-la”  What?  “Na…El-lla-o” Ah… “No Yellow.”  Chase wants eggs for breakfast and even before I can get the pan hot he is informing me that he doesn’t want any yellow…aka yolks.  He tells me this about 10 more times before I get them on the plate.  I heat up some left over French toast to go with his fried eggs.  I sit up to the counter with him and help him eat.  As I cut a piece of French toast to put with each bite of egg, he reminds me each time, no yellow.  He even goes as far as to inspect each bite and even to turn the fork around to make sure there is no yellow on the back side or sides of the bite I’m feeding him.  I’ve come up with inventive ways to sneak a little yolk in now and again.  Sometimes he catches me and sometimes he doesn’t.  I’ve learned to rotate the fork in the opposite direction as he inspects so he doesn’t see the yellow on the backside.  I’ve learned to cook the eggs so that most of the yellow hides inside the white, but it gets tricky when you cut it.  Ridiculous I know, but when you have a kid whose well being depends on eating every one to two hours, you do what you have to do.  Especially in the mornings.  If Chase doesn’t eat first thing in the morning, he starts to lose his balance and fall a lot.  He also starts to have seizures.  So you can guess what a good portion of my day entails….feeding Chase.  Drinks are a whole other issue….I’ll save that for another day. 

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Friday, August 20, 2010


Last night I put Chase to bed.  I swear he was asleep.  Thirty minutes later, he comes sauntering into the living room (more of a herky jerky swagger) and announces, “diaper change”.  (dipe-da dane)  He lays down for me to change him and I ask him, “Chase, are you just tricking me?”  “Yes,”  he immediately answers and gives me a huge grin.  Sure enough…his diaper was perfectly clean.  Anything to get out of bedtime. 

Today, the fifth day of school, we were late getting him ready and the bus was early.  It showed up while I was still trying to get his shoes on and his mop of hair combed.  He needs a haircut badly, but it’s something that Daddy Pants and I haven’t been able to bring ourselves to do.  There is something about forty-five minutes of screaming (on Chase’s part) and cussing (DP) that is just not that appealing.  I did an OK job on the hair and started dragging him outside while he started crying.  I put him on the bus with huge alligator tears streaming down his face.  I could hear him crying/whaling as the bus roared away. 

Oh, Saturday.


I really regret these years I’ve missed blogging.  In the end, my blog  became a journal that captured our lives through pictures and words.  And I haven’t been good about journaling outside of the blog, so it’s time to get back at it.  SO sorry to my kiddos (and Spence and myself) for the moments I’ve missed.  It’s really hard to go back and cover the time I missed, but I’m going to do my best to be current and maybe put in a few oldies but goodies.  So saddle up; get your seatbelts on; whatever you need to do, because here come the wild ride called the Platt household. (the wildness much enhanced by the addition of Ella Kate Platt whom Spence now wished he’d named Katie Merle)


Posing for a picture before heading out to work this summer.


Nice outfit daisy duke!  Not a shy bone in three year old Katie poo’s body. One of the things I’ve learned about girls, is that you don’t control their clothes, their clothes control you!!


Hayes and Kate with their new dog Ringo. (naming him was so difficult. when you only have musicians to choose from it complicates things; a weird rule you find yourself bending to when you have the two biggest music lovers in the world living with you. He was nic for a while, but it didn’t stick)(Not sure which musician is named nic)


Ree learned to ride her bike without training wheels this week.  A big accomplishment in my eyes since I had been agonizing about having not taught her in all of her 6 years.  I’m sure if her mom had been on the ball she could have learned years earlier.  (insert REGRET…man I’m bad) Better late than never. (I like the look of determination on her face)


Didn’t want to leave our boy Chase out.  He turned 14 in May…unbelievable. 


Kate giving “ya-ya’s” to Meg. Will define ya-ya’s at a later date.


Our last picture of Jack and Meg taken a few days before Meg disappeared.  Less than a month later, Jack disappeared also.  We were suspicious of coyotes because of the circumstances.  If only we could go back in time and change just a few events to alter the outcome.  I always feel like this when something bad happens…as you can see regrets is an apropos title to this post. I think I may have an overactive regret/doubt gland or something!  Our fears were confirmed when two nights ago, Spence woke up to Ringo barking in the middle of the night and flipped on the outside spotlights and a giant coyote was lurking by our chicken coop and ran onto our lawn.  I think he’s been stalking our animals for months. (our wounded cat Tigie disappeared before them) I'm so sick and sad about our little Yorkies.

RIP Jack and Meg White.