Catching Up

I am terribly sorry for not checking in, yet again. It seems I may have found someone to help build my website, and possibly help with logos;p So, I have been busy working on these things for the past week.
We also had A very horrific trauma occur, (not a family member, but after this very sad tragedy, he will be remembered by all of us each day)
His name was Lloyd Drusch Kreiser, age 74, passed away on Thursday, July 14th.
I had just parked the truck, and started to unload the groceries, and all of the kids were outside. My husband was in and out of the garage, and it was quite a pleasant day outside.
Our 4 year old, Genevive, was over at the end of the yard by the fence, watching cars go by, I was arguing with our 7 year old, Aaron, and the baby, Deegan, was playing in the grass. (our oldest, Bethany, was already en route to her boyfriends house;p)
A scooter rode by, (the motorcycle kind), and stopped at the stop sign. As that was happening, a tractor trailer came pretty fast up the hill (the sped limit changes from 35 to 45 right by my house, and unfortunately, the trucks and every other vehicle, try their best to gain speed for the high mountain road up ahead.)
I saw this particular truck fly by, and thought for a second, "wow, that was a bit to fast!" Not even a second later, a crash, terrifying noises I'd rather not hear again.
Originally, I thought he was going that fast, he must have hit a pole, or even something busted off, fell off, whatever. Genevive, started to cry, and i stopped arguing with Aaron and took Deegan with me to see what was wrong.
Well what I saw was, my husband in the middle of the road with his cell phone, a man lying on the road, helmet, scooter, and a few people standing around in shock.
Genevive made a very eerie statement, smiling between her tears, as she told me, "Look mommy! that nice man is a princess now! look at him! he is flying in the clouds" That statement alone made me shiver, and i grabbed her and gave her a giant hug, and tried as best as I could to get the kids inside the house.
By this time, the usual gawkers, neighbors, and passersby, had gathered close to the road. I saw my husband reach down to the man on the road as he continued on with his call.
It seemed like it took forever until help finally arrived. (we do live in a very rural area), but it seemed so long and now there were plenty more people around. Some in tears, some hysterical,and others just being the usual ridiculously rude, gawkers.
I was trying to help our older neighbor, Helga, she was not doing well with this at all, and I tried my best to keep her away, but I had to get my kids taken care of and in the house again as well.
The paramedics arrived, the state police, fire police, etc, and the helicopter was closeby when it landed.
Lloyd Drusch Kreiser. passed as he was being taken to the helicopter. (the paramedics say he did have a faint pulse)
The truck driver had walked down to the scene of the accident from where he parked, and as far as i know, and from what I've read, has not been charged with a thing.
So, I will keep my thoughts (somewhat), to myself, about the law, the very messy and very hard to see intersection by my house, and the truck driver
What I can tell you is, that my husband has been having an extremely hard time with all of this, and had to leave for work shortly afterwards. He was a nervous wreck, as he was the only person to stand with this man until help arrived. Other then a pastor, who had happened to have been parked in the line of traffic. He came up the road with Lloyd, and my husband, to read him his last rites.
My family is still in shock, somewhat of a mess, and so horribly sad for the loss of from what we found out, a very well respected, loved, and cared for man, who had a huge heart, would help anybody, and has a large family, and tons of friends.
That night, cars would pull alongside my house, his friends and family would walk up to the road, and some stopped by, to ask if their loved one had said anything. I could do nothing but cry and cry, and tell them I was so sorry. I listened to their stories of how great of a man Lloyd (Drusch) was, and was sad that I had not known him myself.
I do not believe my husband will ever be over what had happened that day, of course, neither will his family.
He will never be forgotten, and be forever grieved for at our house also.

oh no! i have a climber help..............

as some of you may already know, i am the proud mother of 4;p
bethany is 18, aaron is 7, genevive is 4, and our tiniest guy, deegan, is a new 1 yr old.
they each have their own little personalities, fears, imaginations, and goofy quirks.
deegan turned 1 on may 8th. he was born with club foot and a cleft lip, both rather mild, and almost completely repaired with a few surgeries.
the doctors said he may be a little later then normal with crawling, and walking, all due to his club foot. (he still wears his little boots and ponsetti bar at nighttime, but it would be hard to really notice he was born with club foot, unless you have already met him;p
so, we thought, oh that will be ok, we are blessed to have him, and enjoy his big smiles filled with dimples and sharp teeth! lol. he is a very sweet little man, but he is a huge handful!
he did start crawling a little later then "normal", but i still have not figured out what normal is. even though, his doctors were quite impressed with how fast he was getting around. i explained that he does have a few bigger siblings that he sees everyday, walking, jumping, running, and helping to teach him crawl. so, they still insisted that he will be maybe 6 months or more later then "normal" with his walking skills. he has not started walking yet, other then the walking alongside sofas and beds and cabinets.
what he has been wowing us with, are his spiderman skills! not to mention the falls, the constant panic attacks, and the every 30 seconds, running back and forth to get him down from the kitchen table and counters!
he will not stop climbing, and he will not give up! my mother always told me, " you have to outlast them, then they'll stop", um, it's getting very hard to outlast this tiny guy!
last night it took me about 30 minutes to fold a load of laundry. luckily my laundry room is the next room over from the kitchen. every piece i folded, i had to set down, hobble to the kitchen, lift deegan off the table or the chair, and carry him back to the laundry room. i set him on the floor, as he usually likes to help with the laundry, and that quick he was crawling right back over to the kitchen, to start climbing again!
this is really starting to do a number on my already bad ankles and feet, lol, however, i am pretty sure i walked off all of the calories from the new hersheys aerated chocolate bars i happen to come across yesterday! wow! those are amazing!
anyway, deegan takes kitchen chairs, walks behind them, and pushes them over to the kitchen counters, climbs onto the chair, and from there, the counters!
when he plays outside, he climbs on everything! plus, he is super fast! i am starting to wonder how long until he climbs the trees? or the side of the house? i have never had to go through this before, so i am hoping for any suggestions from any experienced moms or dads out there! please! it is so cute, but truly, the feeling of being on the verge of a heart attack all day, (with the exception of the possible nap, lol), is not a fun thing to go through.
last week for instance, he was outside with his dad and brothers and sisters. he was climbing up and down the porch, making me a nervous wreck everytime i looked out the window. everybody seemed to be having a good time and keeping close watches on deegan, so i took advantage of the free time and started some housework. (time without any kids, is extremely rare!!)
about 15 minutes later, i walked in the kitchen and noticed a tube of neosporin on the counter and some paper towels. i thought one of the kids must have scraped a knee, but i wanted to check to see who was injured.
well, of course it was spidey! he was climbing up and down the steps and fell and hit his little forehead on the sidewalk! i immediately started to cry when i saw his bump and scrape with the little dots of blood. i guess i overreact when it comes to my kids;p i seem to only realize that, after i startle or scare the kid involved.
right away i was trying to decide if he should take a trip to the er, or what i should do. it was a head injury so, i worried about all kinds of ridiculous things. i called my mom, and she just said to keep an eye on him for the next 24 hours, see if he starts to get sick, looks like he has a concussion, etc etc. so, thats what i did, and of course he is fine. he has a few little scabs on his head now, and  it doesn't seem to bother him at all.
i hope this is a normal thing, (moms overreacting over what later ends up being, tiny accidents) so, some input here would be appreciated as well!
i'm also guessing that, this nervousness isn't going anywhere anytime soon;p