October is officially here and you know what that means? Pink, pink, and more pink. Pink ribbons are everywhere. In fact, as I sit here writting this, I have a shirt on that has a pink ribbon on it. But, in some ways, all this pink just makes me sad. It brings back the memories and feelings of my diagnosis and how, in a lot of ways, I still haven't really come to terms with it.
I have said this many, many times, and I am sure I will say it many more times, but breast cancer sucks. Big time. Really, any cancer sucks. While I am over the pain and fear of sugeries and chemo, pain and fear still exist in my world. You start going crazy with thoughts of whether your constant headaches are a sign your cancer has spread and if you should get it checked (I did, and now have medicine for the headaches.). You think, should I go to the doctor, again, because of the constant cramps that feel like I am going to start my period, even though I shouldn't since I am in menopause (I did, and they don't know why I feel this way), and is it a sign my cancer has spread? You start getting paranoid that your doctors think you are a hypochondriac, when in reality, you are just scared as hell that one of these pains is going to be the end of you. I have never really expressed fear of my cancer to those around me (that's what this blog is for, right?!?). I try really hard not to show sadness or cry over my cancer. It's all such a downer, and I really try not to be a "Debbie Downer." I pull on my big-girl panties, and face the world with a smile on my face (until, of course, my big-girl panties ride up my butt, then it's more of an uncomfortable smile until I can get to the bathroom and pull them out). But, there are moments when I just can't hold it in. When even biting my tongue or digging my nails into my palm will not stop the tears from falling. I start crying and as much as I try, I can't stop the tears from slowly trickling down my cheek.
It happened a few weeks ago, and for those of you who were with me, know what I am referring to. A moment that really wasn't a big deal, led to me crying. Granted, we had just returned from a concert where I'd had a few drinks and there was a tribute to a young child who had lost their battle to cancer, so I was, understandably, a tad bit emotional. But, still, I don't like that to be the me that people see. My t-shirt that I have on today says "I am a strong, beautiful, fearless, powerful, survivor." I try my hardest to live up to that. That is who I want people to see when they look at me. I think if I were to completely, 100% lose it in front of people, the way I do in the privacy of my shower, car, or room, it would freak people out. Not only because I am an ugly crier, but also because that isn't the person they know me as. I am the girl who makes a joke out of everything. I am the girl who wants to make people laugh. I feel it is selfish of me to cry in front of people, even my husband and my parents. It's silly, I know. But, that's just me.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
The Fault in Our Stars
I read the book, "The Fault in Our Stars," prior to it becoming a naional best seller and a big-screen movie. The book interested me because it is about a young girl with stage IV cancer and her relationships with those around her. It is an amazing book, that is difficult to read at times, but one that I recommend you read.
There is a passage from the book that when I read it, I realized that the words perfectly described why I kept my emotions in check and tried not to cry in front of people during my cancer journey. As many of you know, I rarely cried and when I did, it was usually in the shower or in the car - places where I was by myself. I pushed my emotions deep down inside of me for the sake of those around me. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to show my emotions. I dug my finger nails into my skin as hard as I could to try and distract myself from cying. It's hard to explain to people why I acted the way I did. Some people thought it was selfish. Some people thought I had gone crazy, that I wasn't dealing with reality. Maybe they were right, but maybe this passage will help them understand my actions.
"Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but A Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile."
There is a passage from the book that when I read it, I realized that the words perfectly described why I kept my emotions in check and tried not to cry in front of people during my cancer journey. As many of you know, I rarely cried and when I did, it was usually in the shower or in the car - places where I was by myself. I pushed my emotions deep down inside of me for the sake of those around me. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to show my emotions. I dug my finger nails into my skin as hard as I could to try and distract myself from cying. It's hard to explain to people why I acted the way I did. Some people thought it was selfish. Some people thought I had gone crazy, that I wasn't dealing with reality. Maybe they were right, but maybe this passage will help them understand my actions.
"Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but A Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile."
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
60-mile walk: Emotional roller coaster - Part One
Going in to the walk, I knew it was going to be a bit of an emotional roller coaster. However, I really wanted to try and enjoy the experience and celebrate being a survivor. But, in all honesty, it was difficult. I hadn't prepared myself for the ups and downs of my emotions. I thought I would be able to put a smile on my face and power through the walk. What a fool I was.
It was shocking to see people carrying remembrance signs that were for women in their 20's and 30's. I wasn't prepared for the emotions that I felt when I saw those signs. There was a woman who had a sign on her backpack that stated she was walking for a friend who had died just days before the walk.
One lady wearing a pin that said she was walking in honor of her grandaughter who was 10 years old when she was diagnosed. She is currently 15. One simply said "I walk for my wife who died at 35." It made me think of Omar and Little O. Another sign was for a woman who lost her battle at the age of 34. Her initials were TAG and all throughout the walk we would see her family. They would hand out candy and water and tell us we were TAGged by an angel. They made me think about my parents. Both of those times, the "what ifs" took hold of my thoughts. It made me think of the pain and sadness they must have felt and the strength and courage it took them to come and cheer and us on.
Then there were the conversations you overheard. The conversations always started out the same..."Why are you walking?" or "Who are you walking for?" On the second day, I was walking in front of a group of women who were talking about why they were walking. One of them said that she was walking in honor of her sorority sister who had just passed away. They made me think about the day I stood holding hands with two of my sorority sisters as I told the rest of them I had breast cancer. On the last day, as I was trying my hardest to make it up a really steep hill, I heard a lady behind me say, "I walk for the past, the present and the future." I bit my tongue to make sure I didn't just stop right there and cry my eyes out. For some reason, that one sentence just did me in. Such a simple sentence but one with profound meaning.
I walked on my own a lot - sometimes because my mom and aunt were walking pretty fast and I couldn't keep up, but most of the time because I just wanted to be left alone. Left alone with my thoughts and emotions. I was really quiet and a little sad. I shut down. I don't deal well with my emotions. I do what needs to be done, and move on. Unfortunately, I let my emotions get the best of me during the walk which caused me to think about the 1 in 10 chance I have that breast cancer will invade my body once again. (Side note: when my doctor told me I have a 10% chance that my breast cancer would come back, I thought, not bad! Then I realized, oh $#&*, that's like saying I have a 1 in 10 chance. It freaked me out a bit.)
But in between those moments of sadness, there were happy moments. It was uplifting to see soo many individuals, families, kids, dogs, you name it, standing along the walk route cheering us all on. They would hand out stickers, candy, and sometimes, little shots of alchoholic beverages! When people realized I was a survivor, they would cheer extra loud for me and give me "Survivor" stickers. They made me smile and laugh, and they helped the miles go by quicker. Some would say "Thank you for walking," which was a little strange to me, but looking back on it now, I understand. Everyone knows someone who has been touched by breast cancer. Watching hundreds of people who raised a minimum of $2300 walk 60 miles for breast cancer is a pretty good reason to say thank you!
Stay tuned for Part Two of the emotional roller coaster - Closing Ceremony!
It was shocking to see people carrying remembrance signs that were for women in their 20's and 30's. I wasn't prepared for the emotions that I felt when I saw those signs. There was a woman who had a sign on her backpack that stated she was walking for a friend who had died just days before the walk.
One lady wearing a pin that said she was walking in honor of her grandaughter who was 10 years old when she was diagnosed. She is currently 15. One simply said "I walk for my wife who died at 35." It made me think of Omar and Little O. Another sign was for a woman who lost her battle at the age of 34. Her initials were TAG and all throughout the walk we would see her family. They would hand out candy and water and tell us we were TAGged by an angel. They made me think about my parents. Both of those times, the "what ifs" took hold of my thoughts. It made me think of the pain and sadness they must have felt and the strength and courage it took them to come and cheer and us on.
Then there were the conversations you overheard. The conversations always started out the same..."Why are you walking?" or "Who are you walking for?" On the second day, I was walking in front of a group of women who were talking about why they were walking. One of them said that she was walking in honor of her sorority sister who had just passed away. They made me think about the day I stood holding hands with two of my sorority sisters as I told the rest of them I had breast cancer. On the last day, as I was trying my hardest to make it up a really steep hill, I heard a lady behind me say, "I walk for the past, the present and the future." I bit my tongue to make sure I didn't just stop right there and cry my eyes out. For some reason, that one sentence just did me in. Such a simple sentence but one with profound meaning.
I walked on my own a lot - sometimes because my mom and aunt were walking pretty fast and I couldn't keep up, but most of the time because I just wanted to be left alone. Left alone with my thoughts and emotions. I was really quiet and a little sad. I shut down. I don't deal well with my emotions. I do what needs to be done, and move on. Unfortunately, I let my emotions get the best of me during the walk which caused me to think about the 1 in 10 chance I have that breast cancer will invade my body once again. (Side note: when my doctor told me I have a 10% chance that my breast cancer would come back, I thought, not bad! Then I realized, oh $#&*, that's like saying I have a 1 in 10 chance. It freaked me out a bit.)
But in between those moments of sadness, there were happy moments. It was uplifting to see soo many individuals, families, kids, dogs, you name it, standing along the walk route cheering us all on. They would hand out stickers, candy, and sometimes, little shots of alchoholic beverages! When people realized I was a survivor, they would cheer extra loud for me and give me "Survivor" stickers. They made me smile and laugh, and they helped the miles go by quicker. Some would say "Thank you for walking," which was a little strange to me, but looking back on it now, I understand. Everyone knows someone who has been touched by breast cancer. Watching hundreds of people who raised a minimum of $2300 walk 60 miles for breast cancer is a pretty good reason to say thank you!
Stay tuned for Part Two of the emotional roller coaster - Closing Ceremony!
Friday, November 22, 2013
My mom and Aunt
So I asked my mom and aunt to tell me what some of their memories were from the 60-mile walk. This is what they had to say:
Aunt: I must say I enjoyed walking with 2500 women of all shapes and sizes, ages, walks of life wearing hundreds of shades of pink and costumes. It was fun to listen to them talking, singing, cheering around us. I was overwhelmed by the generosity and hospitality of the community as they lined the sidewalks saying thank you and handing out food, water, stickers and lots of other stuff and then the crew that took such great care of us and made everything so fun. Finally, the closing ceremony was incredibly moving and wrapped the whole weekend up. Having you and your mom there was so special.
Aunt: I must say I enjoyed walking with 2500 women of all shapes and sizes, ages, walks of life wearing hundreds of shades of pink and costumes. It was fun to listen to them talking, singing, cheering around us. I was overwhelmed by the generosity and hospitality of the community as they lined the sidewalks saying thank you and handing out food, water, stickers and lots of other stuff and then the crew that took such great care of us and made everything so fun. Finally, the closing ceremony was incredibly moving and wrapped the whole weekend up. Having you and your mom there was so special.
Mom: I have to say my most memorable moment was seeing your beautiful tear stained face as you walked with a relatively small group of survivors in the closing ceremony. It reminded me deeply why we did the walk!!! Thank goodness your aunt was there to hold me up or I am sure I would have chosen that moment to faint!
Other moments, the elderly lady at the Senior center standing there all dressed in pink waving and cheering us all on, you giving her a hug. The girl walking next to me said they all wondered if she would be there, she has stood in that same spot for the past 4 years cheering the walkers.
The melon men, the jeep guy.........these guys took time out of their lives, jobs, etc. to be there daily to do nothing but make us laugh, give us a smile, take pictures and cheer us onward. Very much appreciated. The two ladies who started each day with us and followed us along the way being at different spots every day, but all day clapping and cheering us on. The sun rise on Sunday at camp. The cheer we received when we walked into the hotel bar after day 2. The police officers who entertained us at lunch with music and prepared dances, how fun.
The kindness of an entire city that took time out of their busy lives to be there for us. The 5 deep crowd of people at the end who clapped, cheered, hugged, whistled and cried with us as we crossed into Petco.
The girl walking in front of us for her friend who had died 2 days before the race and the lady who was walking for her grand daughter who was diagnosed at the age of 10, who is now 15.
60-mile pictures
My son is into the teenage mutant ninja turtle. I couldn't resist taking my picture with one! This guy dressed up as different characters throughout the walk.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
60 miles
As most of you know, over this past weekend, I participated in the Susan G. Komen 3-day 60 mile walk. I thought I would share some of the experience with you. This post will be more about where we went on the walk and what is was like. I will do another post later in the week about the emotional side of the walk (deep, I know!).
To start, I will tell you that I did not stay in a tent on a blowup mattress at the camp that is set up for the walkers. No way, not this girl! I stayed at Camp Hilton with my fellow walkers, my mom and aunt. My aunt did the walk last year. She slept in a tent the first night. She slept in a nice, cozy comfy, warm bed at a hotel the next night. Yup, that is what happened this year as well. We weren't the only ones either! There were several participating hotels that hosted many, many, many walkers.
Each day we walked around 20 miles and along the route, every couple of miles, there were rest stops which had porta-pottys (yuck), water, gatorade, snacks, and a medical tent. The routes were packed with lots and lots of people cheering us on. Some even brought their dogs, which, of course, I stopped and said hi to each and every one! The San Diego police were dressed in pink shirts, rode their bicycles, and kept us entertained with music and dances at lunch. There were decorated "titty-taxis", which gave rides to the injured or tired, but also cheered us on with crazy outfits and music. There were vendors along the way who sold buttons to decorate our lanyards/identification and other breast cancer related items. I purchased several buttons, including "1-Year Survivor," "One Tough Chick," "Yes, they're Fake...the Real Ones tried to Kill Me." and one for my husband "Boob Guy!" There were even people who were giving shots of alcoholic drinks! They weren't full-size shots, but more like half a shot. Totally unexpected, but fun! One lady told me that she had been to 5 other races in different cities and had never seen soo much alcohol on the route before. I knew I chose San Diego for a reason!
My mom and aunt are professional walkers (not really, but they both trained for this), so they were truckin' along the route, which was fine by me because I walk better by myself (very anti-social of me!). It gave me time to think about everything that has happened over the past year and a half and what the future holds (deep thoughts, for sure!). They had to pull over to the side of the road and wait for me...a lot! The amount of training I did was walking a mile a day, every day, and going to the gym a couple of times a week. This was 20 miles every day for three days. Yeah, I wasn't prepared.
The first day we were up at 5:30 am to catch the bus to the starting line. It was dark. It was cold. And I needed coffee. I knew it was going to be a long hard road ahead of us, but, there was an amazing electric vibe among all the women on the bus that made it hard not to be excited.
We walked in to the Del Mar Fairgrounds, found coffee, and got our lanyards which provided ample space to fill up with buttons and stickers given to us and purchased throughout the walk. After a few tears during the opening ceremony, we were off!
We went through Del Mar where shop owners gave us mini-cupcakes ("suck it up cupcake" was a favorite saying during the walk, so cupcakes were appropriate!), stickers, water, and lots of cheering. We went down by the ocean and walked through a light rain which totally messed up my hair and I had worked very hard on my hair that morning (actually, I spent a total of one minute on it!). We ventured up a massive hill in Torrey Pines that just about did us all in! I actually turned around and walked backwards for a bit because my legs were screaming in pain! We stopped for lunch (Panera provided it all three days), and then the rest of the day is a blur! My feet were aching. My knees were hurting. And my ankles were weak. But, I wanted to finish the day and the 20 miles. Good thing there were people handing out shots - vodka with pink lemonade! We barely made it over the finish line the first day! We headed straight for the bus back to Camp Hilton!
Our second day was horrible. We were up at 5:45 am to get coffee at the hotel (the stuff at camp didn't have enough caffeine) and barely had the energy to climb the stairs to get on the bus. I can honestly say that I don't remember most of it because I was in soo much pain that I think I just blocked it all out! I know we walked by Sea World, and through some really beautiful neighborhoods, and down by the ocean, but that is about all I can remember. No joke. I made my first stop at the medical tent during lunch. I had to have a couple of blisters fixed up in order to continue on the journey. A guy next to me in the medical tent had to hold my hand while he got his blisters popped and fixed because he was in soo much pain. Day two sucked. Big time. We had been told that day two was the hardest to push through, and it was. Nothing a nice glass of wine couldn't fix back at Camp Hilton!
Day three was very hard, but soo worth it! It was a beautiful day and even though we were up at 5:45 again, I had actually gotten some sleep the night before as compared to the previous nights (my mom talks in her sleep and my aunt snores a bit) and I was pumped! I made a stop at the medical tent to get my blisters bandaged so that I could attempt to walk the final day. I started out strong and then slowly fell behind. My mom and aunt had to wait for me a couple of times, I felt bad, but I just couldn't push myself to go any faster. There was one final hill that seemed to go straight up. I pulled my bg girl panties up, put my head down and pushed my way up the hill. Ok, a mimosa shot, an oj-vodka shot, and a vodka-pink lemonade shot might have helped a bit, but I did turn down the full-size Miller Light! I have standards, you know! After lunch, we marched on through some colorful neighborhoods with one final push to the finish line at Petco Park. There were people lined up along the side of the street cheering us on. I did a little dance as we walked over the finish line! We stood in line (forever) to take our picture in front of the 60 miles walked banner and then flopped down on the nice, soft grassy knoll to take a well deserved, although short, rest before the closing ceremony.
All I will say about the closing ceremony is that it was emotional...very, very emotional. I will save that for my next post later this week, so stay tuned!
To start, I will tell you that I did not stay in a tent on a blowup mattress at the camp that is set up for the walkers. No way, not this girl! I stayed at Camp Hilton with my fellow walkers, my mom and aunt. My aunt did the walk last year. She slept in a tent the first night. She slept in a nice, cozy comfy, warm bed at a hotel the next night. Yup, that is what happened this year as well. We weren't the only ones either! There were several participating hotels that hosted many, many, many walkers.
Each day we walked around 20 miles and along the route, every couple of miles, there were rest stops which had porta-pottys (yuck), water, gatorade, snacks, and a medical tent. The routes were packed with lots and lots of people cheering us on. Some even brought their dogs, which, of course, I stopped and said hi to each and every one! The San Diego police were dressed in pink shirts, rode their bicycles, and kept us entertained with music and dances at lunch. There were decorated "titty-taxis", which gave rides to the injured or tired, but also cheered us on with crazy outfits and music. There were vendors along the way who sold buttons to decorate our lanyards/identification and other breast cancer related items. I purchased several buttons, including "1-Year Survivor," "One Tough Chick," "Yes, they're Fake...the Real Ones tried to Kill Me." and one for my husband "Boob Guy!" There were even people who were giving shots of alcoholic drinks! They weren't full-size shots, but more like half a shot. Totally unexpected, but fun! One lady told me that she had been to 5 other races in different cities and had never seen soo much alcohol on the route before. I knew I chose San Diego for a reason!
My mom and aunt are professional walkers (not really, but they both trained for this), so they were truckin' along the route, which was fine by me because I walk better by myself (very anti-social of me!). It gave me time to think about everything that has happened over the past year and a half and what the future holds (deep thoughts, for sure!). They had to pull over to the side of the road and wait for me...a lot! The amount of training I did was walking a mile a day, every day, and going to the gym a couple of times a week. This was 20 miles every day for three days. Yeah, I wasn't prepared.
The first day we were up at 5:30 am to catch the bus to the starting line. It was dark. It was cold. And I needed coffee. I knew it was going to be a long hard road ahead of us, but, there was an amazing electric vibe among all the women on the bus that made it hard not to be excited.
We walked in to the Del Mar Fairgrounds, found coffee, and got our lanyards which provided ample space to fill up with buttons and stickers given to us and purchased throughout the walk. After a few tears during the opening ceremony, we were off!
We went through Del Mar where shop owners gave us mini-cupcakes ("suck it up cupcake" was a favorite saying during the walk, so cupcakes were appropriate!), stickers, water, and lots of cheering. We went down by the ocean and walked through a light rain which totally messed up my hair and I had worked very hard on my hair that morning (actually, I spent a total of one minute on it!). We ventured up a massive hill in Torrey Pines that just about did us all in! I actually turned around and walked backwards for a bit because my legs were screaming in pain! We stopped for lunch (Panera provided it all three days), and then the rest of the day is a blur! My feet were aching. My knees were hurting. And my ankles were weak. But, I wanted to finish the day and the 20 miles. Good thing there were people handing out shots - vodka with pink lemonade! We barely made it over the finish line the first day! We headed straight for the bus back to Camp Hilton!
Our second day was horrible. We were up at 5:45 am to get coffee at the hotel (the stuff at camp didn't have enough caffeine) and barely had the energy to climb the stairs to get on the bus. I can honestly say that I don't remember most of it because I was in soo much pain that I think I just blocked it all out! I know we walked by Sea World, and through some really beautiful neighborhoods, and down by the ocean, but that is about all I can remember. No joke. I made my first stop at the medical tent during lunch. I had to have a couple of blisters fixed up in order to continue on the journey. A guy next to me in the medical tent had to hold my hand while he got his blisters popped and fixed because he was in soo much pain. Day two sucked. Big time. We had been told that day two was the hardest to push through, and it was. Nothing a nice glass of wine couldn't fix back at Camp Hilton!
Day three was very hard, but soo worth it! It was a beautiful day and even though we were up at 5:45 again, I had actually gotten some sleep the night before as compared to the previous nights (my mom talks in her sleep and my aunt snores a bit) and I was pumped! I made a stop at the medical tent to get my blisters bandaged so that I could attempt to walk the final day. I started out strong and then slowly fell behind. My mom and aunt had to wait for me a couple of times, I felt bad, but I just couldn't push myself to go any faster. There was one final hill that seemed to go straight up. I pulled my bg girl panties up, put my head down and pushed my way up the hill. Ok, a mimosa shot, an oj-vodka shot, and a vodka-pink lemonade shot might have helped a bit, but I did turn down the full-size Miller Light! I have standards, you know! After lunch, we marched on through some colorful neighborhoods with one final push to the finish line at Petco Park. There were people lined up along the side of the street cheering us on. I did a little dance as we walked over the finish line! We stood in line (forever) to take our picture in front of the 60 miles walked banner and then flopped down on the nice, soft grassy knoll to take a well deserved, although short, rest before the closing ceremony.
All I will say about the closing ceremony is that it was emotional...very, very emotional. I will save that for my next post later this week, so stay tuned!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
My little man...
Four years ago, our world changed forever. It began on a Monday night and continued through until Friday night at 9:19pm when little o finally made his entrance. Our little family has been through a lot over the past four years and it has been a roller coaster of emotions. Even though he is growing up, he will always be my little man! He is sensitive, emotional, intense, observant, inquisitive, smart, loyal, and a snuggle bug and social butterfly.
This evening, I asked little o the following:
Nickname: Little O
Age: Four
Favorite color: Blue and green
Favorite animal: Jaguar
Favorite book: Happy Birthday Hamster
Favorite TV Show: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Favorite movie: Cars
Favorite song: Good Morning (song sung at school each morning)
Favorite food: chicken nuggets
Favorite drink: milk
Favorite snack: fruit snacks
Favorite toy: monster truck
Best friend: Charlie
Favorite holiday: Halloween
Favorite restaurant: BJ's
What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play
What do you want to be when you grow up? Teenage mutant ninja turtle
Where do you want to go on vacation? Ocean
What do you like to do with mommy? play monster trucks
What do you like to do with daddy? play cars
Loves school, reading books, eating snacks, super heroes, Ziggy, snuggling, riding his balance bike, going to Target, playing in the dirt, jumping in the pool, watching teenage mutant ninja turtles, spiderman.
This is little o at 11 weeks!
This evening, I asked little o the following:
Nickname: Little O
Age: Four
Favorite color: Blue and green
Favorite animal: Jaguar
Favorite book: Happy Birthday Hamster
Favorite TV Show: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Favorite movie: Cars
Favorite song: Good Morning (song sung at school each morning)
Favorite food: chicken nuggets
Favorite drink: milk
Favorite snack: fruit snacks
Favorite toy: monster truck
Best friend: Charlie
Favorite holiday: Halloween
Favorite restaurant: BJ's
What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play
What do you want to be when you grow up? Teenage mutant ninja turtle
Where do you want to go on vacation? Ocean
What do you like to do with mommy? play monster trucks
What do you like to do with daddy? play cars
Loves school, reading books, eating snacks, super heroes, Ziggy, snuggling, riding his balance bike, going to Target, playing in the dirt, jumping in the pool, watching teenage mutant ninja turtles, spiderman.
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