Save the Date with Minted

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End of treatment is approaching for Jack and we have our eyes on the prize. We’re working on planning a few things in honor of this long, hard journey coming to an end, including a party to celebrate! We’ve have a few talks with Jack about it and so far he knows he wants to eat chicken on a skewer, mashed potatoes, and apple pie.

We’re a little food focused in this family.

He has a vision for making monsters that travel around on little motorized wheels, as well. I am not very mechanically inclined, so I’m going to leave that up to David to figure out! (Tag – you’re it, David!)

I get to work on the menu and invitations, mainly because I’m the mom and I didn’t ask for other volunteers.

This might come as a surprise to the other tech-savvy bloggers out there, but I’m a little bit old school and I LOVE paper. When I heard about the new Save the Dates at Minted, I got super excited. I already have some of their Mommy Calling Cards and the quality of the cardstock and printing can’t be beat; I get compliments on them all the time. So I hopped on over to their site to find something just right for Jack’s End of Treatment Party.

The problem is there are too many awesome choices!

Should we go with a British theme (for the Dr. Who lover)?


Or maybe something that showcases the sheer elation we feel to be DONE?


Or how about something with a photo to show off that handsome face?

PhotoSaveTheDateLuckily I get to play around on the site and personalize the different versions to help me make this decision. I may have to order a few different designs, though…

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He’s Here

On September 2, 2014, at 12:43am, we welcomed our new baby Desmond to the world. He measured 19″ and 7 lbs. 1oz. He was born without a single push on my part!

We are madly in love. Jack met him on his first day of life and said, “This is one of the happiest times of my life!”

Our dog Lambert is channeling Lassie and thinks he should come to Dez’s rescue at the the littlest cry. Lambert even leads David to me when Desmond needs to nurse. We keep trying to tell the dog that we have it covered but he clearly doesn’t think we’re very good at this baby thing.

I’m hoping to get the birth story up soon! Stay tuned!

What A Birthday Boy Wants

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Summer birthdays are tough – as I’m sure many of you know. So many of Jack’s friends are out of town on vacation or at summer camp, so we decided to schedule his party for a week after his actual birthday. He was not happy about having so little planned for THE DAY but we tried my best to make it a good day. He got cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, had a playdate with one friend who was in town and another with his cousin Isha, and we made a trip to Toys R Us (where he picked out a large rubber tarantula and some test tube aliens). It seemed to be a pretty good day to me, but he felt it was lacking – I’m hoping it was just due to pulse of steroids he still had in his system from the prior week.

This Saturday afternoon his birthday party will take place and we have a lot of people coming (way more than I expected)! This year Jack expressed his desire to celebrate his birthday at Rockin’ Jump, a place filled with trampolines and a foam pit. Ordinarily I wouldn’t spend this kind of money on a birthday party, but since my due date is quickly approaching, I decided it would be best to have the party outside of our house. Less cleaning, you know! So Jack gets his wish and will be joined by 14 other kids all jumping to their heart’s content for two hours. And then we will send them all home filled with cake…

One of the ‘perks’ of living with cancer (doesn’t that sound wrong?!) is that Jack qualifies for a free specialty cake through a program called Icing Smiles. Icing Smiles is a collective of bakers who volunteer to provide free specialty birthday cakes for kids facing critical illnesses. Last year he got a dream cake that was shaped like an Ent from Lord of the Rings. It was AMAZING:


This year he won’t get the over-the-top “dream cake” but he will still get something special. A baker located in Fremont (Anything Cakes) is constructing a custom cake that will be shark- or Dr. Who-themed. Jack will be totally happy with either so we are leaving it up to the baker’s discretion. I can’t wait to see what is created! A cake seems like a simple thing to a lot of people but birthdays have a lot more meaning for us these days and it’s awesome that the day can be made extra-special with things like this.

So…what else does an 8-year-old boy like Jack want for his birthday? His interests are definitely unique – he doesn’t like the usual stuff like Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Transformers, or Minecraft (in fact, he loathes them). Instead he wants things like this:

A “carnivorous rock” plush that he designed and GypsyGarden Etsy shop brought to fruition:rockdrawing

rock plush

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A creepy cymbal-playing monkey:

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Sticky slugs:

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Toys that “eat” things/people, like Clayface:

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And, just to throw us off, the random cute/normalish thing – a plush koala:


He’s also happy to get books and Legos, of course. He can never have too many of those!

I’m hoping Jack’s birthday party this weekend goes well and he has nothing but fun! The steroids will be mostly out of his system so he should be in a better mood overall.

And by this time next year…he should be DONE with chemotherapy altogether and be able to have a cancer-free birthday. WOOT! I know that’s what he REALLY wants!

Jack is Eight!

I can hardly believe it, but my big boy is eight years old. And what a difference a year makes!


Jack, age 7 (July ’13)


Jack Age 8 (July ’14)

He is shedding his baby face a bit more every year. He is 3″ taller and 3lbs. heavier than he was a year ago, putting him at 4’1″ and 51 lbs. now. He is only 13″ shorter than me! He is so much stronger than he looks or knows – he throws his arms around me and nearly bowls me over every time.

He is reading chapter books on his own. His favorite books are the Bunnicula series of books, but he likes anything with talking animals and magic.

He is still a child, but he has moments where he shows so much wisdom. He was having a rather difficult time on his birthday because he was disappointed in one of his gifts (the one that was the largest but turned out to be something he was not interested in). He told me, “I know I’m overreacting. I know it’s just one present and shouldn’t be the only thing I focus on.”

He still loves art (drawing in particular – he doesn’t have the patience for coloring and he doesn’t like the lack of control with painting) and Dr. Who is his favorite thing in the world. He does take breaks from watching repeats of Dr. Who by checking out Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (shhh, don’t tell anyone – it’s a guilty pleasure for him), although he complains when he feels something in the show is inappropriate for kids.

Jack is overflowing with empathy. When I’m sick or tired, he brings me stuffed animals to snuggle with in bed and draws pictures for me. He tries to be helpful by feeding the dog and cats (I forget to reward him with tokens for it now and he never asks). When his cousin accompanied us to the toy store this past weekend, Jack asked if she could have a toy, too, so that she didn’t feel left out.

More and more, Jack is gaining independence. He helps himself to snacks out of the pantry and can pick out his own clothes. He spends time alone in his room with the door closed,  usually reading or drawing or playing with his legos or iPad. He recently took his first shower, which BLEW HIS MIND. He giggled at the feeling of the shower on his back and he said showering “feels like cuddling.” It sounds like he even prefers it to baths now.

There are still challenges, as there are at every age. He often seems caught between his childish urges and his maturing brain. He still loves his stuffed animals and sleeps with his plush menagerie (which most recently included a hedgehog, a giant tarantula, a tiny owl, the killer bunny from Monty Python, and a squirrel dressed as Darth Vader that we’ve named Darth Nut). He still struggles with a  fear of the dark and of various bugs (spiders, moths, mosquitoes). He is moody and has gotten in trouble more often lately – trying his hand at lying or outright defiance.

I am so proud of him. He’s smart, compassionate, loving, creative and funny. He is so very strong and brave, even though he doesn’t know it yet.

He is my amazing eight-year-old boy. I am looking forward to seeing what his future holds.

Two Years Behind Us

Two years ago I woke up to confusing blood test results that Google told me could be very scary. A call to the pediatrician didn’t relieve my fears, especially when he gave me his direct line and said he’d be following Jack’s case very closely. We headed to the hospital where Jack was admitted and more tests were run. On January 8, 2012, it was confirmed that Jack had Leukemia.

Jack was in Kindergarten. David and I had been married just a little over a year and were gearing up to add to our little blended family. That plan was immediately set on the back burner as our lives started to morph before our eyes. Jack was taken out of school and wouldn’t return for ten months.

The last 24 months of cancer treatment have been difficult. Even when life was carrying on and Jack was able to attend school and feeling decently well, the worry was there. Cancer treatment is unpredictable and, frankly, can be as dangerous as the disease itself. When we didn’t worry about cancer, we worried about heart failure or infection or a myriad of other side and/or late effects.

We still worry about those things, but being over the ‘hump’ of the three-year treatment has given us some degree of relief and confidence. Fourteen months from now – next year – Jack’s chemotherapy treatment will be complete. The road ahead no longer seems unfathomably long, even though I’m sure that cancer will always be part of our lives.

For now I am focusing on that last milestone – that final day of chemotherapy. We’ve made it this far and our boy is still with us. We can keep it up for another fourteen months – we can do this.