Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The rest of that evening was fine except Heidi kept waking up, coughing and crying a bit and then going back to bed. I went to check on her before I went to bed with a migraine. Heidi had thrown up EVERYWHERE. That coughing I'd heard? Her projectile vomiting all over the place. Mike came in to take care of the bedding and I had to give Heidi a bath to get it out of her hair. Mike had to wash her sheets, mattress cover, bumpers, dust ruffle, sides and bars of crib and the floor around it. Like I said...everywhere. I spent the rest of the night being thrown up on and sleeping briefly next to a crying, rolling, fitfully sleeping baby. This was not conducive to getting rid of a migraine.
Wednesday morning I got up and Heidi seemed fine but then the explosive diarrhea began. I met with the school principal about the punched out tooth and the boy was sitting in the office looking miserable. In house suspension is a bitch. The principal laid out the plan for the boys on the bus and the punishment for the puncher. Heidi exploded her diaper and we went home. This required a complete clothing change for both of us and the washing of our coats and her car seat cover. The rest of this day was consumed by washing barf and poop laundry and a failed attempt to get rid of a killer 2 day headache. Then an airport run to get my mom who came into town for the weekend.
Thursday the consensus was that Colin's nose was not quite right. He sounded like he had something blocking his nostrils. I wasn't sure what that meant but the ER doctor said to see the ENT if we had any concerns at all because you have a 2 week window with a broken nose to fix anything. I call the ENT and make an appointment for that afternoon.
We visit with my mom in the morning and I put Heidi down for a nap and take Colin to the doctor. The doctor comes in with an intern but she's just observing, not practicing. Phew! She looks at Colin's bruised face and he says, "My nose is broke-ing." The doctor nearly dies from cuteness and looks up Colin's nose. Yeah he's got something up there...giant boogers. Sigh. After some saline up his nose and a professional nose picking the doctor was laughing hysterically. She said, "THIS is what your co-pay is for." I told her we'd met our deductible so it was free. She laughed and said, "Well in that case, come back next week and I'll do it again!" In all seriousness she said it was good we came in and she would have done the same thing. the problem was that when the swelling came down everything got completely lodged in there. And for all we knew it could have been a blood clot, so there! I had a specialist pick my kid's nose, so what of it? I drove home from the hospital feeling sick but better that my son's broken nose was nothing to worry about.
At home I started fading fast and by the time Raph got home from school I was throwing up too. My mom took the boys to the store and I stayed at home with Heidi. Nothing like having a 15 month old look over your shoulder as you violent barf into the toilet. I think at one point she even clapped for me. As the evening progressed I couldn't feel my arms. You know because that's totally normal. My whole body hurt and I couldn't keep anything down and my arms were numb. After projectile vomiting all over the hallway...yes I'm an adult who can't make it to the bathroom in time...we decided to go to the ER. Remember the deductible? Score one for us!
The first hospital we went to was gone. Like GONE gone. It was a construction site and the whole thing was leveled. Shows how often we go to hospitals that aren't made for children. At the next hospital the guy registering me entered my information and then said, "Hey, happy birthday!" That's right, my birthday was in a few hours. My mom had come in town for a visit and to be here so Mike and I could have a free night out. Not really what I had in mind but it was good she was here so we didn't have to worry about the kids while I was at the hospital.
After some anti-nausea meds, a couple bags of fluids and some pain meds I felt better. The ER doctor told me that the numb arms was a totally normal reaction and it was caused by dehydration and a lack of electrolytes. How about that? Learn something new everyday. I still think its beyond crazy that I couldn't feel my arms but whatever. Mike told me happy birthday at 12:01 and I got a script for vicodin. Happy pharmaceutical birthday to me! We came home and I went to the bathroom before bed...toilet back up and no amount of effort on Mike or I's part could make the water go down. I passed out in my pharmaceutical haze and Mike slept on the couch to be away from the disease and petulance.
Friday morning my mom took Colin to school and I wallowed on the couch in full body and head pain. I was no longer throwing up but my whole everything was killing me. I called roto-rooter first thing and had someone fix the toilet. This day was a daze of trying to drink enough and nursing Heidi who was in danger of dehydration herself. She was back to non-eating and multiple night wakings and would only nurse. I went to bed shortly after the kids. I'd been woken up by Heidi's need to nurse and Colin's nightmares and my own illness for days so I was exhausted. Mike hung out with my mom watching movies and then she went to bed...and started throwing up.
Saturday I was much improved and my mom was miserable. Changing of the guards and now I was taking care of her and trying to put my house back into some sort of order. It looked like a bomb went off in my house. Our night out plans were cancelled because I was still iffy and my mom was completely sick. The gift certificate we planned on using expired so that night couldn't be rescheduled. Boo.
Sunday was much the same except for we decorated our Christmas tree and had Christmas shit all over the house. Colin asked to leave a note for the broken nose fairy so he could get some money under his pillow (genius that boy is!) Mike also got a truck load of furniture from one of his dad's display houses so we had two sets of dining room and office furniture in the mix. My head nearly exploded because of the chaos and laundry.
Monday Heidi got a cold and was a teething, snotty, whiny mess. I continued my feeble attempt at cleaning my house and visiting with my mom on her last day. After taking her to the airport and apologizing profusely I came home and feel asleep on the couch at 5pm with all three kids climbing on me. Did I mention the multiple night wakings from Heidi, the refusal to sleep past 4:30am or eat food and Colin's nightmares?
This is what happens to a spool of floss after it goes through the dryer.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Look closely, Raph is in the laundry basket cage and Colin's
shirt is on backwards and there is a pullup on the floor
and a breast pump part and other random scattered crap. Sigh.
When your kids make you crazy because of a certain phase they are in for a looooong ass time you must often repeat, "This too shall pass". Unfortunately, though, if you have more than A child then "this too shall pass" right on to the next child in line. Damn. Maturity is a miraculous thing. Sometimes it sneaks up on you and other times its like a switch is flipped and *poof* your child has matured into normalcy!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Colin has speech problems with articulation. Most of the time he will replace the first sound of a word with an "H" sound. It can be confusing at times but its endearing. He just saw a coupon printed from our recent trip to Target, "Oh dat a who-pon?" My 3 year old knows what a coupon is and how to use them. You see his mommy is slightly neurotic and will develop a twitch if she goes to a store without her coupon organizer. Its not a bad thing really. My children have an understanding of the value of a dollar...you know as much as any 3 and 6 year old could possibly understand. Sometimes they will say something crazy like, "Oh that's ok, if you don't like your car you just go to the car store and buy a new one." Well, yes and no. Like I said, they are only 3 and 6.
I fully believe you should indoctrinate the young. Their minds are so malleable and receptive! But really sometimes its just better for your logistics. You really have to explain to them why we take one load of groceries to the car only to go back into the same store to buy more groceries. They pick up on your habits and talk to you about getting a good deal on things. My boys know that there are certain things we can only get when they are on sale and we have a coupon. Colin has now started to call Shop'n'Save "The Fuzzy One" because we had a coupon for Kool-Aid fizzy drink pellets. No way I'd ever buy that crap without a coupon, a sale and $10 off $50 Thursdays. They know this, so often they ask for clarification about which grocery store we are going to that day. Fuzzy, Cookie, Money and the other one. One has fuzzy hinks (Fizzy drinks), free cookies, a quarter for the shopping cart and the boring one with no real perks from a child's stand point. Then of course there is Sams and they "Sell free samples"....semantics.
The day we bought fuzzy hinks I told Colin we were going to the grocery store and since we had a coupon for the Kool Aid we could buy one. His eyes lit up and he ran into the kitchen to get my coupon organizer, "Here Mom, here's your whopons. Let's ho!" See, he *knew* he couldn't go without the coupons! You make Mommy so proud!
I've always been a coupon user and generally frugal. I splurge now and then but I HATE paying full price for anything. Really it pains me. Even as a kid I would save my money and save it and save it. I remember once for Christmas I got 2 truffles. For a little kid who grew up in the country something like a truffle is big. Really big. I ate one that day and saved the second one. I saved it so long that when I finally went to go eat that truffle I opened the box only to find a mouse had nibbled on it! I was reduced to a sobbing heap. Disregard the mouse factor (I SAID I lived in the country) but isn't that heartbreaking? I still remember it very clearly and that crushing blow of disappointment. Anyway, now our house is rodent free but I still tend to save and scrimp and get way too excited about free hot dogs and paper towels (I got both this week). I think its a good quality to instill in my children. Delaying gratification, working hard to save and then now and then you get to get something really special. Usually that special something won't be ruined by varmints but ya know.
I've explained how coupons work. How sales work. How advertising will sometimes make you want to buy things you don't need. The difference between wants and needs. How companies pay for advertising so that you buy their products so that they can make money. A little lesson in Capitalism is important. Colin now says, "Daddy go to wook to buy me hicken." Move over bacon, chicken is the way to his heart! In turn the boys have started earning money by picking up the stupid gum balls in our yard. The rain must have been just right this year because there are an obscene number of gum balls on our trees. The boys fill up buckets upon buckets of those suckers. Once they earn enough money they go to the toy store to buy something of their choosing. If something they want is more than what they earned they can either pick something less expensive or wait and go back once they earn more money.
I think children these days (damn that makes me sound old or like I might burst into show tunes from Bye Bye Birdie) are accustom to getting anything and everything. No consequences for their actions and their every whim catered to without question or delay. I suppose its easier to just say, "Sure honey! Whatever you want!" They will be more agreeable and *love* you for it...until the next time they want something. But that doesn't not help a child grow into a responsible adult. When that child grows up their boss isn't going to say, "SURE! Go ahead and take a few days off, leave early and miss a deadline! I'll give you a raise too!" I think it is a huge disservice to children to let them get away with everything and give them everything. The sense of entitlement is rampant and unbecoming.
I worked in a university for years and the change in overall behavior is alarming. The difference from when I was a student, grad student and employee is amazing. No longer do students work hard for a grade. Then bitch and moan to a professor or TA and have their Mommy call from 5 states away to say its not fair that their BAAAYBEE got a D. Really? Consequences are a good thing. So are mistakes. If you never let your child fail how will they really learn? If they let their child get a D because they never went to class then they might just learn something. Obviously not the subject matter but that they have to be accountable for their actions.
Soooo this got kind of jumbled. Coupons, Capitalism, Rodents and Entitlement. Got it? Good.
Can you just see that bubble over her head saying "WTF Mommy?"
Monday, September 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
It just clicks. Raph has had one of those 'Ah- HA!' moments recently when it comes to swimming. At the beginning of the summer he started swim classes and was on the verge of being dropped down a level. They did a skills test on the first day and his teacher raised an eyebrow when he said, "Now, put your whole head under water." Raph's face went under water for a millisecond ::dip:: then he immediately hopped out of the pool, wiped his eyes on a towel and went back to sit on the step. Oy.
He has come a LOOOONG way since then. Today I watched him jump off the diving board at my mom's house and swim the length of the pool. Totally unassisted. My mom was in the middle of the pool waiting for him and he swam around her so that he could do the whole length. Amazing.
The process has been quite impressive. A few weeks ago, after swim lessons were over, I bought him a pair of goggles. I didn't want them to be used as a crutch during his lessons so we waited. He put the goggles on and swam under water. His little Dumbo's feather got him over that fear and he could swim. He couldn't continue to swim unless he stood up, wiped his eyes and took a breath. I knew once he figured out how to take a breath without standing he would be golden. Today that little light bulb went off and he knew how to swim, take a breath and continue swimming. His form could use some work because he does look like a half drowning dog but I think that's to be expected.
Too bad that little light bulb didn't go off last week...you know, before Mike had to jump in the pool to rescue him and drowning his Blackberry in the process. Details, details.
Oh and get this, he can totally do a front and back flip in the water. Did so on the first try, much to the chagrin of his older cousin :)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Now, enter Heidi. She won't eat. Period. Only recently has she begun to consume actual food. Crackers and even a frozen waffle. We were elated, especially since she had an appointment for expensive testing at the Children's hospital. She was kind enough to start eating right BEFORE said appointment. That's my girl! Now because she isn't called High Maintenance Heidi for nuthin' she seems to be allergic to wheat. Figures. I got her to eat SOMETHING and she's showing signs of an allergy. AND prior to this I had started to relax my allergy fears and roll with it and even ::gasp:: let her have a high risk food like wheat! Ugh. Oh and one night she was sticky and covered in hives. Turns out Colin spilled some ice cream on the floor and she crawled around in it. So we have two potential allergies, milk and wheat. Could there be two more difficult potential allergens out there? I think not. Hopefully its a fluke and she can eat some Wheaties in cow milk. Until then we resume our regularly scheduled programming of extreme food phobias and a restricted diet. The good news, though, is that she eats sweet potatoes. Not the puree, but actual potatoes. She might end up with an orange nose but at least she's consuming an actual food!
Update: I wrote this post before going on vacation for two weeks and I'm only just now finishing it. On vacation we deduced that Heidi had an ill-timed stomach virus and is not allergic to wheat. I think. She is showing some sign of being allergic to something but I'm not entirely sure. Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I gave her COW milk from a medicine dropper. I did it just like they do at the allergist office when they do a milk challenge. Start with a wee drop, wait, few drops more, wait...you get the picture. I gave her half a Motrin medicine dropper of milk and nothing happened. I was so excited! Then a few hours later she was screaming in pain until she turned purple. She had a green liquid filled diaper and a severe diaper rash. Poor little honey (don't feed babies honey btw). I feel awful because I went against my gut and tried out a questionable food and now she is suffering. I'm making an appointment today for the allergy testing and will only give her fruits and vegetables until further notice. I hate allergies.
Sleep: This is another of my issues. I think this comes from Raph more than it comes from me. I'm not just throwing him under the bus, because it comes from him, for real. Raph has always been pretty rigid when it comes to his sleep needs. As an infant he would crawl to me and want to lay down for his nap if it was past 8:30am. Yes his first nap was at 8:30 in the morning. Don't get me started. He does not handle any sort of change well and certainly not changes to his sleep. At home this is no problem and naps are taken when they are needed and bed time is regular. Travelling sleeping arrangements are when it becomes problematic. I know my sister thinks I'm crazy but they MUST go to bed on time. My kids are not like hers. They will not compensate for a late bed time by sleeping in the next day. On the contrary, my kids wake up at their usual time or even earlier for some unknown reason. The end result is that I have to deal with enormously crabby children for the duration. Makes me want to run screaming in the other direction.
I even went so far as to take Raph to a sleep clinic when he was a baby. Before you roll your eyes just know it was the best $20 co-pay I ever made. The Sleep Lady is sheer genius and I love her. I met with her with Raph's sleep journal and we talked for 2 hours about the nuances of Raph's sleep. At the end of our appointment I had a step by step plan to get him to sleep all night long. Prior to this meeting he was waking every 2 hours or so. That's fine for a newborn but there in no reason a 1 year old needs to wake that often to eat. Her plan, she claimed, would take a week to accomplish. She was wrong. He was sleeping all night in about 4 days. I told you she was a genius! And her plan did not require me to let him scream for hours on end. It was kind and logical. If she had told me to let him scream I would have gotten up and walked out of her office. We tried that and it made Raph terrified of his room. He would literally try to climb over my shoulder to get away from me if I even walked down the hallway towards his room. Crying may work for some but clearly Raph was not one of those babies.
Colin has been a better sleeper than Raph. I'm not sure if its a personality thing or just out of necessity. You can't drop everything for naps when you have more than one child. He was better about naps and could do well with skipping or short naps BUT he still needs a full night's sleep to function. He's got that rage that comes out if he's not well rested. Its ugly and I try to avoid it at all costs. He had plenty of issues learning to sleep all night, as do most babies. I honestly don't expect much out of the first year but after that its on. They MUST sleep well at night or Mommy might just drive off a bridge. We worked out his sleep issues once he got his ear tubes in and he's been great ever since. Even when he moved to a big bed. For all the trouble he gives me sleep is not high on the list.
See I'm not totally uptight, I let infants sleep on their bellies and with blankets and bumpers ::gasp::
Heidi has been the most adaptable yet. I suppose she really doesn't have a choice but I love her for it nonetheless. Today she's taking a morning nap (hence my updating of the blog) but yesterday she only took one afternoon nap. That's my girl!Your kids might be a dream when it comes to sleep. More power to you but really mine are not. They eventually work through their kinks but do not do well if they are over tired. Instead of more sleep they compensate by extreme crabbiness and fits of rage. Which would you prefer? Coming home early or devil children? You decide if I'm crazy...I don't care. We all have our issues. No one is without some sort of neurosis. I think the main difference is how we let them rule our lives. If it interferes with our ability to be functional parts of society then you might consider some therapy. If its just some quirks and you are cognisant of them so what. No one is perfect and we all have to do what we think is best for our kids. Even if it leads to mild mockery from our families :)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
I just feel like I'm sputtering. I'm pulled in a million directions at once and just getting by most of the time. I think everyone has phases like that where they are in a blur of child rearing, shopping, interrupted sleep and social interaction. May was a busy month in our house. It just seemed to fly by and leave a path of destruction in its wake. June is pretty calm but I'm still recovering from May. The boys are out of school (the horrors!) and we are all home. The whining and fighting are not for the faint of heart. I swear all I say is:
"I can't understand you because you are whining."
"I'm not part of this fight so I don't want to hear about it."
"Don't hit/kick/punch/suffocate your brother/sister."
I think this is the period of adjustment because they aren't used to being around each other so much. They don't fight all the time but when they do it can be explosive. That said, the bickering is just as annoying as the screaming. When they are sweet and hugging and playing nicely its sheer perfection.
I try to stay out of their fights as best I can because I don't want any part of irrational pecking. Plus if I intervened I wouldn't have time to do anything else, much less work on The Suzy Homemaker Plan. Speaking of that plan...I haven't started yet. I have paint swatches on the wall in my dining room and the paint buckets in the basement but how in the WORLD could I possibly paint two large rooms with all those kids underfoot. If it were just the boys it would be one thing but Heidi? She's into everything. I think this will require a sitter to come to the house while I work. I'm not an after hours painter. I paint with mad fury during the day and crank out a room in a day.
Once again I'm abandoning all logical flow patterns and flittering from project to project. (Yesterday Raph and I organized my recipes into binders with nice tabs and page protectors. Because, that's REALLY important.) I think, with the exception of painting over the color swatches on the wall, my little (read: epic) plan will have to wait until the fall when the boys are in school again. This summer I have to try to make it through as a SAHM for the first time without throwing unnecessary obstacles in my path. I read something the other day that I need to remember, "There is no extra credit for taking the hardest path possible." This is true. I don't need to set myself up for failure like that...there is plenty in my path already without adding more! You know, like getting Heidi to go to sleep by herself and stay that way until morning. Or keeping all the damn crumbs off the floor. That alone makes me feel lik Sisyphus.
I'm trying to get it together and fall into some sort of rhythm for summer. Its my only hope for survival. Otherwise its going to be like Lord of the Flies over here!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I'm entering my first ever I ♥ Faces weekly challenge. I've enjoyed looking at all the pictures and tutorials but have never entered. I think this is my week to try something new because I have the perfect picture. Now that I have found the list of future weekly challenges I'm looking for that one perfect picture that fits the next theme.