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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Independence Day

I come from a long line of Soldiers.

My Great Grandpa, John Leo (Donohue) Kelly fought with Australia against The Boxer Rebellion in China.  He most likely worked as a Railway Man during the rebuilding of china.  He later immigrated to the United States as a Railway Man Supervising the maintenance of the way.  He had three children, the second was my Grandma Pat (Green).

My Great Grandpa, Herman Elias Green fought in WW1 Stationed in France, as a Horseman in in the trenches.  After the war he became a Railroad Conductor and Railroad Dispatcher.  He had five children, the oldest was my Grandpa, Keith Green Sr.

My Grandpa Keith Green Sr. Served in the Army Air Corps in WW2, as a pilot who flew supplies (gasoline and Chinese troops) over the Himalayan mountains between India and China.  He received a medal from Chan Quai Chek  representing The Order of the Flying Cloud.  After the war he became a general contractor Operating Diesel Heavy Machinery.  He had five children, the oldest is my father.

My Father, Keith Green Jr. Served in the Air-force during the Viet Nam Era.  He was Stationed in Italy, and Japan.  He was a Radio Intercept Analyst.  He learned several languages during his service.  After the war, he used his language skills to become an adult Education teacher, teaching students from many countries to speak English.  He has six children, I am the second.

My Maternal Grandfather Monroe Ellis Bounds -Served as a Sailor in the Navy Durring WW2.  He got Rheumatic Fever, and was in the Hospital on the Mainland for most of the war.  He later became a Tool and Dye Maker.  He had six children, my mother is the fourth.

I have often wondered what would have happened if my Grandpa Bounds had never gotten sick.  Would he have been on one of the many ships which were lost in battle?  Would he have been on the U.S.S. Arizona when it sunk in Pearl Harbor?  Many sailors were killed during World War 2.  Many of every branch of the military were killed in each of these wars.  But if any of these men in my family had died at war, I would not be here.  

On this Independence day, I wish to honor those who have served to protect this country, specifically these men of my family.  And I wish to thank my God, for preserving the lives of the soldiers of my family.  I love them, and am honored to be their daughter.  

Happy Independence day Daddy, Grampa, Pops, Grampa Kelly, and Great Grampa Green.  I love you. 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Happy Sixth Anniversary Husband!

16 things I love about you

  1. I love that you are so so funny, and that you love to do silly little things to make me laugh.
  2. I love that you think I'm funny.  Even though, sometimes I have to remind you to laugh, when I say something funny. 
  3. I love that you have Nicks Deli on speed dial, and that you made me put their menu on our fridge.
  4. I love when you tell me that I look pretty, or that you like my outfit, or my hair, especially when I am in a t-shirt and jeans, or just have a messy side braid in my hair.
  5. I love how you work so hard to provide for our family, and that you worked for several years to become a firefighter, and that you stuck with it, even though it was tough, and even though tons of people told you it was almost impossible to get hired, but you did it anyway.  
  6. I love how when you are home in the morning, you get up to get JP when he wakes up, so I can have a few more minutes of sleep.
  7. I love how you trust my intuition, and inspiration.
  8. I love how you drive like a race-car driver, even though it scares me when you thread the needle, because I know, that you know what you are doing, even though sometimes I act like you don't.
  9. I love how much you love our son, and how sweet you are with him, and how you run around and play with him.  He really loves you.  We are both so lucky to have you.

10.  I love how you like to surf and play sports, and that when you do, it makes you so happy.  I also love to watch you surf, and play sports, because I think you're hot, and you are good at all of them.
11.  I love how you appreciate me.
12.  I love how you always empty the trash, and do laundry, and dishes, and so many other things that  help keep our home clean and running smoothly
13.  I love how you love everyone, and how you really make people feel welcome and appreciated.
14.  I love how you see right through me, and call me out, even though I usually tell you that you are wrong when you do.  You are usually right.
15.  I love how you sometimes jump up in the middle of our living room and ask me to dance with you.  I love dancing with you.
16.  I love your face.  The same as I did when we were dating, and even more now.
    Happy anniversary Mikey!  These past six years have been awesome.  I have been through the greatest trials of my life, and you have made each one bearable.  You are truly my help-meet.  I will always love you, and support you. 

    Friday, June 1, 2012

    Good Hair

    When I met Mike he was a young surfer with amazing hair.  

    (I wish I had better picture of his hair back then.  You can barely even see it poking out from under his beanie.  But we just didn't take many photos back then.  So suffice it to say, that it was awesome.)

     I remember being afraid for him to get his hair cut for his mission, because I loved it long so much.  

    Then when he did cut it, I was happy to see that he was still pretty cute.  (Phew!)

    In the ten years we have been together he has never quite grown his hair out like it was when we we first dated.  And now with his new career, it will never ever be long again.

    And to be honest I have really missed it...

    ...until now.

    Because now I have this little guy.  

    Who has his Daddy's hair.  

    Which makes me so happy.  

    So happy.  

    The greatest thing about marrying the love of your life, is being able to have children that have their same qualities.  

    I love this baby, and his Daddy...and that hair.

    Saturday, February 11, 2012

    The Best part of My Day

    The best part of my day is at about 8:10pm.  After Justin has eaten dinner, and sufficiently crawled around the living room and gotten into everything, and tried to eat the table legs, and pushed his fire truck around.  When he has finally calmed down enough to crawl up into my arms and nurse, and then he falls asleep in my arms, and just lays there peacefully as I watch TV and occasionally glance down to admire my sleeping baby, and whisper in his ear "Mama loves you".

    I know I should not let him fall asleep in my arms, I know I should already have a bedtime routine for him (I did have one at one time) that involves stories, and brushing his new tiny little teeth, and that I should absolutely not still be nursing him to sleep at 11 months old, but I don't care.  Because I have been a working Mom for a long time, and those couple of hours that I get with him are almost all I have had, and when he falls asleep he looks so sweet, that sometimes I just sit there and hold him for a long time, until I am ready to put him in his bed.

    And I don't care if I am being selfish and irresponsible.  I love that baby, and he is only going to be a baby for a little bit longer, so I am going to enjoy holding my little baby as long as I can.  Because pretty soon he will be too big to nurse, and hold.  So I am going to enjoy him being this little while I can.

    Good night my Justin.  Mama loves you.

    Wednesday, August 24, 2011

    Our Birth story By Mike (With comments in blue by Pamela)

    So the good news is we have welcomed our wonderful baby boy, Justin Patrick Lemmon to our home! Here are the details of how it all went down. Thursday afternoon  Pam began having "braxton hicks" contractions on a regular interval of every 5-8 minutes.  (They were going on for days but became close together on Thursday around 11am)  To pass time, we went to Costco for a cheap lunch, (it was sooo fun having contractions at Costco) then jumped in the truck and headed down to Bolsa Chica State Beach to have a family bonfire (and to burn some shred documents that I have been putting off for over a year).  Pam continued to have contractions and was using the hypno-baby techniques we had learned in our class to focus on her breathing. I thought she was doing great and did not seem like she was in labor.  Slowly throughout the day the contractions came more frequently and with more intensity.  Pam was still handling them without a problem and I started thinking...is this it or is this a false alarm?

    That night, Pam and I...errrr i guess just I went to bed.  Pam slept for about an hour and I awoke at around 4:00 a.m. to Pam having even stronger contractions. (I was awake and lying on the couch using my birthing techniques to handle the contractions, and experiencing all manner of uncomfortable bodily functions all night long)  I began timing the frequency and duration of the contractions. By 6:00 a.m., the contractions were still irregular but coming more frequently, every 4-8 minutes, and were lasing between 40-90 seconds or more.  Pam still was following her techniques and appeared to be doing really well.  We decided to wait as long as possible before going to the hospital.  (I decided to wait until the sun rose.  Mike got online and applied for a job, tried to stall a while longer and then wanted to bake.)

    At about 8:45 a.m. Pam said I'd better make a treat for the nurses and I threw a batch of lemmon bars together and put it in the oven. (I'm pretty sure that I said that he better just buy a dozen doughnuts on the way if he wanted to bring the nurses a treat because I wanted to go to the hospital.)  By the time they were ready, 45 minutes later, we were ready to go to the hospital.  We drove to Hoag Hospital (Newport Beach) and were admitted to Labor and Delivery.   Pam was checked and she was 4 cm dilated.  We advised the Nurse that we were doing Natural birthing.

    Pam hung in there for another 4 hours or so and had dilated to 6 cm.  After being in labor (or with contractions) for over 24 hours, Pam decided she needed some help to alleviate the pain.  (I had prepared myself for a quick delivery, I thought maybe 6 to 8 hours, so after 24 hours of keeping it together, I was ready for some assistance with the contractions)  It was a tough decision but one i surely wasn't going to deny her of.  She had some pain meds, not an epidural, to take the edge off and we were hoping that labor would progress but it kinda stalled out for 3-4 hours at 6 cm dilated. Sometime during this time the water broke, of course while I was on my lunch break.  (He was so tired and hungry, and was seriously only gone for a little while, and it was no big deal by that time because I felt pretty good by then...finally)  We then decided to have an epidural around 4 p.m. or so.  The epidural was administered without an issue and they gave Pam some drugs to help with contractions.

    After 10:00 p.m. or so Pam dilated to 8 cm then around 12:30 a.m. was at 9.75 cm. The Doctor advised that she would start pushing soon.  About an hour later, she began pushing with each contraction and after  30 minutes of pushing, Justin was very close to delivery.  The Doctor came in, and Pam pushed for another 30 minutes until he was born. (Count them up, that's almost 40 hours of labor)  I was able to help Pam and watch our son be born.  It was an amazing experience I will remember forever.

    He was placed on Pam's chest and began crying straight off.  After some quick checks by the nurses in our room, we were able to bond for about an hour before we were moved to a new room.  (The most amazing thing was how when he was crying that first time, I softly talked to him, and he totally calmed down.  It really felt like he knew me, and knew my voice, and was comforted by hearing me.)

    We are now home and he and Mom are doing well and he is feeding well.  Pam keeps telling him that they are learning together.  Anyway, I'm on dirty diaper patrol since i can't do much else, and we had a poopy night last night (literally!).   He crapped all night...pretty fun.