This to ALL the moms in my life:
First, my own momma. My love & admiration for her grows as does my own love for my children. Having my babies made me realize the sacrifice my own mom has made for me.
Secondly, my hubby's momma. Gees, she had to do quite a job to make this guy so wonderful. So hats off to her for making him the incredible, sacrificial husband & unbelievable dad that he is.
To my sister who (& I'm sure she isn't fond of me pointing out the age gap) was old enough to be somewhat of a parental figure. My sis showed me an example of motherhood & is a major contributor to my own parenting.
To my friends. Especially those whom I speak with on a regular basis. Sometimes those phone conversations or nights out are the very things that keep me sane. Words of encouragement that seem ordinary become advice & bits of knowledge.
I recently entered a contest for Moms. The entry required you to submit your definition of mother's day. I sat there & thought about it. Yes, it's a very special day... actually a holiday. But really, to me, everyday is mother's day. Everyday I get to spend my every moment with my babies. Everyday I hear, "Mommy I love you", "Good night Mom" & Jeff has said that the last few times he's prayed with Flynn the 'Now I lay me down' prayer, she says, "Now I lay me down to sleep... I pray FOR MOM." Awww!!! That's sweet & that little girl obviously knows her momma needs extra prayers.
I'm also fortunate enough to have a husband who makes everyday Mother's Day. I hear women brag that on Mother's Day their husband made them lunch or waited on them or was extra nice.
WELL, I get that treatment everyday...or every chance Jeff has. He makes my everyday special.
Happy Mother's Day to me. And a thank you to God. That on this day I'm fortunate enough to have reason (or 2 reasons) to celebrate.
5.14.2006
5.12.2006
My Wishlist
1. A level backyard, perfect to play in
2. A year of good health (well, a lifetime of health would be great)
3. My babies to LOVE sleep
4. A self-cleaning house with a couple more bedrooms & a FULL basement
5. A work-from-home job
6. A better ear for hearing God's voice
7. A good working back
8. A good working lawn mower
9. Energy & desire to clean the house
10. A smaller butt
2. A year of good health (well, a lifetime of health would be great)
3. My babies to LOVE sleep
4. A self-cleaning house with a couple more bedrooms & a FULL basement
5. A work-from-home job
6. A better ear for hearing God's voice
7. A good working back
8. A good working lawn mower
9. Energy & desire to clean the house
10. A smaller butt
NOT a Victory
Ugh, are we tired. THREE wake ups last night. Each one lasting 30-45 minutes. And as you sit next to him in the bed, he really thinks you should get him. He sits there & sucks his binky and if you make eye contact, you can see his eyes crinkle & his binky raise as his mouth makes a smile.
What a stinker.
Tonight, the chair gets moved to the door. This is all supposed to be done in a few days. We shall see. It's quite the job for a week!
What a stinker.
Tonight, the chair gets moved to the door. This is all supposed to be done in a few days. We shall see. It's quite the job for a week!
5.11.2006
Victory?
Okay, we don't want to count any chickens here, but I think we just might be on our way to a full night's sleep here at the Perry Infirmary.
Yesterday's naps (one of which involved Nana), were pretty good. Laying him down when he was drowsy but awake with just a whine or two (certainly no hour of crying).
Then, last night, he passed out at SEVEN O'CLOCK! He's NEVER went to bed that early (NEVER!). With a wake up at 11:55 - which included about 30 minutes of crying with daddy sitting on "the chair" beside him. And just let me comment that much like dog years, actual crying time quite varies with how the time FEELS. In other words, the other night, that 1'45 of crying felt like about 6 hours.
Are we victorious in this battle over sleeplessness? I don't know. I've read that they can kind of backslide part way through the training. I hope not. I'm liking this getting a little more sleep thing. And really think I can be a MUCH better Momma if I can get some sleep.
Here's to some zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's.
Yesterday's naps (one of which involved Nana), were pretty good. Laying him down when he was drowsy but awake with just a whine or two (certainly no hour of crying).
Then, last night, he passed out at SEVEN O'CLOCK! He's NEVER went to bed that early (NEVER!). With a wake up at 11:55 - which included about 30 minutes of crying with daddy sitting on "the chair" beside him. And just let me comment that much like dog years, actual crying time quite varies with how the time FEELS. In other words, the other night, that 1'45 of crying felt like about 6 hours.
Are we victorious in this battle over sleeplessness? I don't know. I've read that they can kind of backslide part way through the training. I hope not. I'm liking this getting a little more sleep thing. And really think I can be a MUCH better Momma if I can get some sleep.
Here's to some zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's.
5.10.2006
Sleep is Overrated
Gabe is a lovely boy. Very cute. Very sweet. Has a great smile. He's an excellent eater. And is soo tolerant of his sister.
BUT
Gabe is a H O R R I B L E sleeper.
He started sleeping through the night around 3 months. Jeff & I rejoiced. "Yeah! Finally have a good sleeper."
Wrongo.
Flynn JUST started sleeping through the night (w/o crying out at 3 am) about 2 mos ago. But little Gabe wakes 1-2 times each night. He also doesn't nap more than 30-45 minutes.
This makes for a very tired, and frustrated, Mommy.
So Jeff & I decide that enough is enough, we're going to sleep train this kid. Heck, we should write a book. We trained Flynn several times.
Then she'd get sick.
Or we'd go on a trip.
Or something would come along & kink our business & we'd be back at scratch.
So we started last night. We went w/ a method I saw on Dr Phil, thinking it sounded a little gentler than just straight hardcore CRY IT OUT (it is crying it out, but it's sitting beside the bed while they cry).
YIPES. Gabe has a mean temper & some serious stamina.
Laying him down initially at 8:30 meant SCREAMING (like I'm wondering why our lovely neighbors didn't call DFS) for AN HOUR AND 40 MINUTES. I kid you not. We'd take turns. I came out the first time after like 20 minutes & yelled to Jeff, "SUB!"
Wake up #2 was at 1:30ish. This one was another full blown screaming fit. Lasting about 1 HR 20 MINS (improvement?) Then, there was another wake up at 5, which just required a binky reinsertion. That was a challenge which included me crying & asking, "what's so bad about him waking several times to nurse? he can sleep in our bed, lots of people do it! he just needs us!! what message are we sending him? that he can't depend on us!!"
His passing out had to be that...and of just pure exhaustion. Not of a lesson learned or will to give in.
The naps have to be consistent with the bedtime ritual. Which means another day of screaming. They say that all should be better in 7 days.
God help us all.
BUT
Gabe is a H O R R I B L E sleeper.
He started sleeping through the night around 3 months. Jeff & I rejoiced. "Yeah! Finally have a good sleeper."
Wrongo.
Flynn JUST started sleeping through the night (w/o crying out at 3 am) about 2 mos ago. But little Gabe wakes 1-2 times each night. He also doesn't nap more than 30-45 minutes.
This makes for a very tired, and frustrated, Mommy.
So Jeff & I decide that enough is enough, we're going to sleep train this kid. Heck, we should write a book. We trained Flynn several times.
Then she'd get sick.
Or we'd go on a trip.
Or something would come along & kink our business & we'd be back at scratch.
So we started last night. We went w/ a method I saw on Dr Phil, thinking it sounded a little gentler than just straight hardcore CRY IT OUT (it is crying it out, but it's sitting beside the bed while they cry).
YIPES. Gabe has a mean temper & some serious stamina.
Laying him down initially at 8:30 meant SCREAMING (like I'm wondering why our lovely neighbors didn't call DFS) for AN HOUR AND 40 MINUTES. I kid you not. We'd take turns. I came out the first time after like 20 minutes & yelled to Jeff, "SUB!"
Wake up #2 was at 1:30ish. This one was another full blown screaming fit. Lasting about 1 HR 20 MINS (improvement?) Then, there was another wake up at 5, which just required a binky reinsertion. That was a challenge which included me crying & asking, "what's so bad about him waking several times to nurse? he can sleep in our bed, lots of people do it! he just needs us!! what message are we sending him? that he can't depend on us!!"
His passing out had to be that...and of just pure exhaustion. Not of a lesson learned or will to give in.
The naps have to be consistent with the bedtime ritual. Which means another day of screaming. They say that all should be better in 7 days.
God help us all.
5.09.2006
TOP TEN TUESDAY: Ten Things About Hubby
Ten Things I Love about Jeff...
(okay, I couldn't limit it to just 10)
14. Never argued the fact that we needed a minivan
13. Isn't afraid of a poopy diaper
12. Lets me sleep in on the weekends
11. Has exquisite taste in music
10. He has all his (original) hair
9. Killer Backside
8. On Sundays, without question,
we get ready for church (always have)
7. He loves kids
6. Likes to cook
5. Outgoing - is game for EVERYTHING
4. Knows his way around downtown
3. Has some kind of optical-challenge
in that he actually thinks I am (still) attractive
2. Supports anything & everything I decide to do
AND THE NUMBER ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT HUBBY...
1. He is by far the best father that God ever placed on the earth
And I could go on & on but I have to get the kids breakfast
5.06.2006
So It's Not Just Me
Well, it's official. The entire family is going crazy.
It appears that Dear Sweet Flynn has decided that each weekend we're at the store, she will throw a temper tantrum.
Which she did tonight.
We called Jeff on our way home from Alex's party. I told him that instead of unloading the kids, only to reload them for our trip to Kmart (to buy Flynn's new carseat), we'd just pull up & he could hop in the car & we'd head on to the store.
I realize this didn't give him a lot of time to "get ready."
SO, I pull up & he runs out looking all frazzled. He had his Mr. Schneider white tee on & said hold on while I put a shirt on.
He returned looking handsome as ever, God love him.
We go on to Kmart. I had Flynn first & he had Gabe, then after she started her shananigans, we traded. He went onto the baby dept to start looking at carseats, while Gabe & I went to the pharmacy to pick up my no-more-little-Gabes-and-Flynns pills. We joined them but as I approached their area I could hear "it". The frazzled sounds of Flynn. Jeff had allowed her to give a little umbrella stroller a test run. Good enough, except she can't very well take it with us. So, when it was time to start heading toward the check out, she didn't exactly agree with our suggestion of keeping it in the rightful department. So she started her, "NO! NO! NO!" And I saw it coming. The Saturday Store Meltdown. So, the screaming gets louder as we insist her leaving behind the stroller. She wants to take it along (with the "doggie" inside it), but TOO DARN bad sister, such is life. And if you get your way now, what will you be like next year?
Long story short, Gabe and I are pushing a loaded down cart with a GYNORMOUS carseat with box atop a wobbly cart sporting the Gabester in his soon-to-be "old" infant seat. Preceding us is the honorable tantrumming Flynn Perry and her gorgeous father, sporting her on his side, much like a lumberjack carrying a stiff tree.
COULD WE ATTRACT MORE ATTENTION??!!
Everyone within earshot is gocking like I'm going through the aisles wearing a thong (ew, I think I just puked a little in my mouth). You would think that NO ONE IN THE STORE has ever raised or lived next to a two year old.
SO, I give Jeff "the nod", meaning, "take Flynn to the car, I'll check out & we'll meet you at the car." (that's a lot of words for the nod...sorta like the translation of a Chinese martial arts movie)
He goes ahead & I stop at the check out. The poor guy scans the stuff & I look down for Jeff's wallet which had previously nestled between the Gabester's chunky thighs.
Not there.
So, I debate crying & laying down in the aisle. But instead, I tell Poor Checker Dude that he'll have to wait while I take the Gabester with me to the car & tell Poor Hubby.
He agrees.
I go to the parking lot & tell Jeff, "Just go pay, my back hurts."
He goes back in to a line of people waiting for us to get our acts straight, pays, gets the loot, & heads back out.
COULD WE BE MORE OF A SPECTACLE??!!??!!
After all that, I didn't feel like cooking, so we go to Arby's.
We finally pull up at 2024 Fairbanks. Flynn's starting Round 2 of her plan to give me more gray. That's when Jeff looks down at his feet.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON? I HAVE A BIRKENSTOCK SANDAL AND AN ADIDAS FLIP FLOP ON?"
Sure enough:
It's official. We've all gone mad.
It appears that Dear Sweet Flynn has decided that each weekend we're at the store, she will throw a temper tantrum.
Which she did tonight.
We called Jeff on our way home from Alex's party. I told him that instead of unloading the kids, only to reload them for our trip to Kmart (to buy Flynn's new carseat), we'd just pull up & he could hop in the car & we'd head on to the store.
I realize this didn't give him a lot of time to "get ready."
SO, I pull up & he runs out looking all frazzled. He had his Mr. Schneider white tee on & said hold on while I put a shirt on.
He returned looking handsome as ever, God love him.
We go on to Kmart. I had Flynn first & he had Gabe, then after she started her shananigans, we traded. He went onto the baby dept to start looking at carseats, while Gabe & I went to the pharmacy to pick up my no-more-little-Gabes-and-Flynns pills. We joined them but as I approached their area I could hear "it". The frazzled sounds of Flynn. Jeff had allowed her to give a little umbrella stroller a test run. Good enough, except she can't very well take it with us. So, when it was time to start heading toward the check out, she didn't exactly agree with our suggestion of keeping it in the rightful department. So she started her, "NO! NO! NO!" And I saw it coming. The Saturday Store Meltdown. So, the screaming gets louder as we insist her leaving behind the stroller. She wants to take it along (with the "doggie" inside it), but TOO DARN bad sister, such is life. And if you get your way now, what will you be like next year?
Long story short, Gabe and I are pushing a loaded down cart with a GYNORMOUS carseat with box atop a wobbly cart sporting the Gabester in his soon-to-be "old" infant seat. Preceding us is the honorable tantrumming Flynn Perry and her gorgeous father, sporting her on his side, much like a lumberjack carrying a stiff tree.
COULD WE ATTRACT MORE ATTENTION??!!
Everyone within earshot is gocking like I'm going through the aisles wearing a thong (ew, I think I just puked a little in my mouth). You would think that NO ONE IN THE STORE has ever raised or lived next to a two year old.
SO, I give Jeff "the nod", meaning, "take Flynn to the car, I'll check out & we'll meet you at the car." (that's a lot of words for the nod...sorta like the translation of a Chinese martial arts movie)
He goes ahead & I stop at the check out. The poor guy scans the stuff & I look down for Jeff's wallet which had previously nestled between the Gabester's chunky thighs.
Not there.
So, I debate crying & laying down in the aisle. But instead, I tell Poor Checker Dude that he'll have to wait while I take the Gabester with me to the car & tell Poor Hubby.
He agrees.
I go to the parking lot & tell Jeff, "Just go pay, my back hurts."
He goes back in to a line of people waiting for us to get our acts straight, pays, gets the loot, & heads back out.
COULD WE BE MORE OF A SPECTACLE??!!??!!
After all that, I didn't feel like cooking, so we go to Arby's.
We finally pull up at 2024 Fairbanks. Flynn's starting Round 2 of her plan to give me more gray. That's when Jeff looks down at his feet.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON? I HAVE A BIRKENSTOCK SANDAL AND AN ADIDAS FLIP FLOP ON?"
Sure enough:
It's official. We've all gone mad.
5.03.2006
I'm Not Opposed to Child Labor
Hey! Not only does it keep her busy for a while
(at least 'til the battery runs down),
but it's keeping Bubby's cheerios picked up!
One thing I've learned during my short term in Motherhood...
whatever works.
5.02.2006
TOP TEN TUESDAY: Gabe's Top Ten List
"Things I Like to Eat"
10. Anything jarred, despite the smell
9. Anything with texture
8. Anything without texture
7. Whatever you're eating
6. Mom's hair
5. Blades of grass
4. Sand from Sissy's sandbox
3. Cheerios on the floor from my last meal
2. Random fuzzies on the floor
and the top thing I like to eat...
1. WHATEVER WILL FIT IN MY MOUTH
5.01.2006
Real Men Do Tea Parties
After Flynn's tough week of being mean, her Daddy decided she needed a little Daddy & Bubby time; so HE suggested a tea party. He even provided cookies.
Gosh, are we lucky to have a man like this in our life...or what?!
4.28.2006
I'm Already Playing the Mom Card
Flynn has been "exerting her independence" & "displaying her vocabulary"... all code names for BEING A STINKER.
So, after a pretty tough day yesterday, I woke up thinking, "This is the day that the Lord has made... Flynn will not be bad today..." Then I tried to get her dressed.
This is something new I'm trying.. giving her a choice in the matter; hoping that will get her on my team --- "TEAM GET-DRESSED."
But, her bed has two sides: Bad side & Bad side. And today, like the other days this week, Flynn woke up on the, you guessed it, bad side of her bed.
So, she was sassing & saying things like, "NO, Me Do!" And choosing a new shirt that Gammy recently bought her, which sported these fabulous stickers that said, 2T & Faded Glory & $3.50 STRETCH, she wanted the stickers OFF before putting on the shirt. I suggested we put the shirt ON, then pull the stickers off. I JUST DO NOT HAVE TIME to do things exactly as she WANTS. I have two other people (not counting myself) who need to eat & get poopy diapers taken off of them, etc. And Lord forbid that anyone else gets attention.
Anyway, it started her rampage, the stomping & screaming & all the other things that you HEAR two year olds do (but just assume that it'll never be like that).
That's when I did it.
I played the mom card.
And when it was coming out of my mouth, I had a flashback to the Cosby show & I swear all of a sudden my voice was Felicia Rashad's voice.
I was Claire Hucstable.
"You will NOT talk to me like that. I am your mom. You won't treat me like this. I went through a LOT of trouble to bring you into this world."
Which everyone knows, that's the truth.
But Flynn doesn't know that I was on a trimester of bedrest, ate a special diet, went to the doctor weekly, almost died, had my stomach cut open with not so much as a warning... oh yeah & nearly died again.
Nor does she care.
She just wants the stickers off her shirt before she puts it on.
So, after a pretty tough day yesterday, I woke up thinking, "This is the day that the Lord has made... Flynn will not be bad today..." Then I tried to get her dressed.
This is something new I'm trying.. giving her a choice in the matter; hoping that will get her on my team --- "TEAM GET-DRESSED."
But, her bed has two sides: Bad side & Bad side. And today, like the other days this week, Flynn woke up on the, you guessed it, bad side of her bed.
So, she was sassing & saying things like, "NO, Me Do!" And choosing a new shirt that Gammy recently bought her, which sported these fabulous stickers that said, 2T & Faded Glory & $3.50 STRETCH, she wanted the stickers OFF before putting on the shirt. I suggested we put the shirt ON, then pull the stickers off. I JUST DO NOT HAVE TIME to do things exactly as she WANTS. I have two other people (not counting myself) who need to eat & get poopy diapers taken off of them, etc. And Lord forbid that anyone else gets attention.
Anyway, it started her rampage, the stomping & screaming & all the other things that you HEAR two year olds do (but just assume that it'll never be like that).
That's when I did it.
I played the mom card.
And when it was coming out of my mouth, I had a flashback to the Cosby show & I swear all of a sudden my voice was Felicia Rashad's voice.
I was Claire Hucstable.
"You will NOT talk to me like that. I am your mom. You won't treat me like this. I went through a LOT of trouble to bring you into this world."
Which everyone knows, that's the truth.
But Flynn doesn't know that I was on a trimester of bedrest, ate a special diet, went to the doctor weekly, almost died, had my stomach cut open with not so much as a warning... oh yeah & nearly died again.
Nor does she care.
She just wants the stickers off her shirt before she puts it on.
4.25.2006
TUESDAY's TOP TEN LIST
Top Ten Things I love to see my babies doing....
10. Smiling
9. Waving (Gabe's SO good at it)
8. Clapping their hands (even Gabe can clap the beat)
7. Praying
6. Singing
5. Sleeping (so angelic, they LOOK like they'd never do wrong)
4. Laughing at each other so hard they hiccup
3. Kissing Each Other (w/ Flynn, I have to be sure her
mouth is closed & her teeth are PUT away)
2. Saying DADA (Gabe's SO good at it right now)
1. DANCING the night away...
Which brings me to these fabulous photos of John & Melissa's wedding/reception. We had lots of fun... and I could NOT be more proud that two great people that I FINALLY decided to introduce, have joined in HOLY MATRIMONY. HOLY COW!!
Flynn ran to the dance floor as soon as the music started & we had to carry her off. She's GOOD!
Enjoy the photos & enjoy your day.
10. Smiling
9. Waving (Gabe's SO good at it)
8. Clapping their hands (even Gabe can clap the beat)
7. Praying
6. Singing
5. Sleeping (so angelic, they LOOK like they'd never do wrong)
4. Laughing at each other so hard they hiccup
3. Kissing Each Other (w/ Flynn, I have to be sure her
mouth is closed & her teeth are PUT away)
2. Saying DADA (Gabe's SO good at it right now)
1. DANCING the night away...
Which brings me to these fabulous photos of John & Melissa's wedding/reception. We had lots of fun... and I could NOT be more proud that two great people that I FINALLY decided to introduce, have joined in HOLY MATRIMONY. HOLY COW!!
Flynn ran to the dance floor as soon as the music started & we had to carry her off. She's GOOD!
Enjoy the photos & enjoy your day.
4.24.2006
SuperNanny...WHERE ARE YOU???
Supernanny has nothing on this fam.
I searched the internet for answers. But nothing came up when I searched, "kids who bloody their baby brothers' noses." But I did fine a pretty good article on spirited children.
After "transferring" Flynn to her room like a bajillion times...and losing count of spankings, I had JUST HAD IT. I look at her big dark eyes & say, "WHY FLynn??? WHY?" & she just looks at me. Which angers me more. At can you believe that the thought actually crossed thru my mind to say, "If you don't stop, Mommy's going bye bye." CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??? You know, those horrible things that go from our temper, to our brain, to our mouth.
Then God whispered...Okay, HE SHOUTED, "How can you make reference to UNconditional love, when I've loved you despite all you've done?"
Yipes, that's a lot He's loved me despite.
It's kinda like the story in the bible. This man who owes another person A TON, has the nerve to want the head of some guy who owes him like a quarter. The kicker is... HIS loaner wiped out his debt! And he's still hung up about the quarter.
Perhaps it's a poor example. Flynn's not my debtor. But I think you get the jest.
And... it's calmed ME down for a few hours.
WELL,
at least through nap.
I searched the internet for answers. But nothing came up when I searched, "kids who bloody their baby brothers' noses." But I did fine a pretty good article on spirited children.
After "transferring" Flynn to her room like a bajillion times...and losing count of spankings, I had JUST HAD IT. I look at her big dark eyes & say, "WHY FLynn??? WHY?" & she just looks at me. Which angers me more. At can you believe that the thought actually crossed thru my mind to say, "If you don't stop, Mommy's going bye bye." CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??? You know, those horrible things that go from our temper, to our brain, to our mouth.
Then God whispered...Okay, HE SHOUTED, "How can you make reference to UNconditional love, when I've loved you despite all you've done?"
Yipes, that's a lot He's loved me despite.
It's kinda like the story in the bible. This man who owes another person A TON, has the nerve to want the head of some guy who owes him like a quarter. The kicker is... HIS loaner wiped out his debt! And he's still hung up about the quarter.
Perhaps it's a poor example. Flynn's not my debtor. But I think you get the jest.
And... it's calmed ME down for a few hours.
WELL,
at least through nap.
4.20.2006
Easter Delight
It doesn't get much better than this. Having two handsomely dressed kiddos.
We had such a lovely Easter. By the third egg hunt, Flynn was a pro. Jeff noticed she realized that it was quicker if she picks up SEVERAL then deposit them in the basket, rather than one at a time. Hannah tutored Flynn at Nana's Easter Eve egg hunt & gave her a base for her newfound egg hunting talents and skills.
And I don't think she even realizes that all her candy disappeared. The only thing she ate was peeps. But she was just too BUSY. And so was Gabe. He loves GETTING DOWN now & playing, like a "big kid."
His Papa is nuts about his boy. Proof evidenced by this photo where Papa yelled, "Get a picture of this." Only Papa would find a 7-mo old standing on a rock to be phenomenal.Gabe of course missed out on the egg hunt this year, but you can bet that next year he'll be giving everyone some competition. And might very well be taller than everyone.
Our very busy day started bright & early at 9:30 with an Easter service at Eagle Point. After church, there was a really great egg hunt on the field at Seckman. This is where Flynn demonstrated some fine tune egg maneuvering. With her gorgeous attire and her very suave Barbie egg pale, she was the picture of Easter beauty.
Of course I made an all-time unwise parental decision & let her get her face painted.... a white and RED cross, which bled on her dress (which I paid more for that I do my own clothes)...and now I can not get the spots out.
(I'll gladly accept any laundering advice)
After our fun at church, we made our way to "Easter in the Park", put on by Spirit of St. Louis Church. And of course, "a good time was had by all." There were several things for us to do. Jeff (my third child) had a great time w/ all the inflatables. There was good food. An egg hunt for both kids and adults. And, Jeff's inflatables of course.
Our day ended at Stef's with more good food and Flynn's head full of Conner's new blue sand in his sandbox.
We were gone like 10 hours and gees, was I pooped!
Oh yeah, from Flynn, "Happy Easter, Jesus lives!!"
4.18.2006
Poops n Grins
That's what I should've named this blog. I'm getting Gabe ready for his a.m. nap. So I get in the recliner & start nursing him. That's when Flynn decides that for the 2nd time in 10 minutes, she'd take her pants & diaper off. Gabe is highly distractable, so I dare not stop nursing him, then reattempt another nursing session to nap. So, I "yell quietly" (oxymoron?), "put your diaper back on, right now." Yet another example of my fine empty threats I've been known to make from my nursing nook. She knows I'm not getting up, I know I'm not, Gabe knows it.
So she tools around the kitchen, barebutted, looking out windows. A few minutes goes by & Gabe's starting to drift off & that's when I hear it, "Wook (look) mom! Wook what I have!" That's when I see it...
A big mushy, made-by-a-two-year-old-who-should-be-potty-trained, turd.
Happy Monday.
So she tools around the kitchen, barebutted, looking out windows. A few minutes goes by & Gabe's starting to drift off & that's when I hear it, "Wook (look) mom! Wook what I have!" That's when I see it...
A big mushy, made-by-a-two-year-old-who-should-be-potty-trained, turd.
Happy Monday.
4.13.2006
Our Two at the Zoo
In the spirit of Easter break (& in celebration of our GORGEOUS weather), we took our little monkeys to the zoo. If I've learned anything with Flynn, it's to NOT give her too advance of a notice. In other words, only a one-day's notice. So, yesterday, when I told her where we were planning a trip to, she squealed, "OH!, the zoo! We'll see zebras & hippos."Oh wow, this kid's a genius.
"And dogs. And doves."
Well, I'm her mom... I still think she's a genius.
We planned to leave at the crack of dawn, but I was not moving so fast at 7 this morning, so we left like an hr after our ETD. So when we got to our beloved zoo, the "free time" for the childrens' zoo was almost over. We had 10 mins to get from our car which was parked wwwwwwwwwway far away into the zoo & to the C.Z.
So I hauled my large rear & worked my 3-ft legs. Jeff said, "wow honey, you are going really F A S T." I reminded him that I'm always inspired when it comes to something free.
A funny thing happened at River's Edge (where the hippos are)...there is an area that is cave-like. Hords of people were crowding at the glass to see the hippos and I believe some kind of otter. I was disgusted becuz some older man sat there RIGHT AMIDST the tons of kids (in this closed in area) & lit up his cig. This ticked both of us off...particularly becuz I was upwind from him w/ Gabe wheeled up to the glass (while he admired the fish). Jeff really got mad when he caught wiff. We were standing together, but I decided to take Gabe & go up further away from the smokestack. But Jeff didn't realize I had left. He turned his voice to the lady next to him (thinking it was me) & said, "How would he like it if I went over & pooped in his lap?!" He looked up just in time to see her look at him & hurridly rush her children away.
I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
4.12.2006
Peter Cottontail Never Looked So Hot
Is this the cutest darn bunny you've ever laid eyes on?! I have yet to find such a sweet bunny... well, last year I saw a cute one named Flynn - donning these same ears.Last night I was looking at the online calendar for the library, checking story times. I noticed that last Sat. (altho when I saw it, I was thinking it was THIS Sat.) they had the Easter Bunny at the library for photos w/ the kids. So I yelled into the kitchen & told Jeff, "They've got the Easter Bunny there Saturday at 10 am...do we have anything going on at that time?"
Flynn turns around & says as clear as she's ever spoken..........
"I DO NOT LIKE HIM."
4.10.2006
The Cheese Stands Alone
"Cuss! Cuss! Here comes the bus!"
These words could be heard shouted in unison as we first spied the big cheese through the trees. Jeremy, Jeanette, Jackie, myself & whoever was standing with us at the bus stop. Gees, isn't riding the bus one of the most torturous activities? I can remember the feeling of car sick - or er, bus sick as that puppy sailed over the hills and through the curves on Old State Rd. and Alt Rd.
And now, I'm lucky enough to have this view, on most afternoons.
4.06.2006
Hallmark to Parents
If I were like Adam Sandlers' character in Mr. Deeds & wrote greeting cards as a hobby, I'd have a doozie in the works. It would be for the parentals in my life. And their constant bailing me out. It would go a little something like this:
(outside:) I guess you'll be my parents forever. (inside:) Thanks for taking care of me....over....and over....and over again.
Everytime I have one of my bajillion incidents I seem to have with medical marvel, the parents are always there. No matter what. So, thank you...I love you. If it wasn't for my mom calling into work on a (literal) moment's notice as Jeff was hauling my grey rear into the ER, it was for Papa whose wagon-pulling talents only compete with his ability to draw the best monkeys & boats. Or Gammy's (spelled correctly!) willingness to spend an entire hour with screaming barefoot toddlers so that Flynn didn't miss gymnastics. As I'm sure everyone does, with age I've come to realize that I spent the better part of 30 years underappreciating the 2 people who would've given anything to keep me healthy & happy -- with NIKEs on my feet. My mom is like the hardest working woman I know, who has spent the last 7 days washing Jeff's bottomless dirty laundry basket. She's one of those people who never tries to go noticed, but should. My dad, I'm certain, was put on earth to be a model grandfather -- or um, Papa -- to new grandfathers who don't know how. When around people under five, he loses regular adult vocabulary & only knows how to giggle incessantly and use words like sugar, darlin' & "Papa's Here." He's known by his truck and his cap. Even Alex loves Papa & looks fwd to his visits.
My hope is that when Flynn is given an assignment, "Write about a woman who you feel is a role model", that she'll think of me with the same strength & respect as we do of our parents.
I love you guys and my words can never reflect my appreciation. May we, along with our children, be blessed with many more of your years.
(outside:) I guess you'll be my parents forever. (inside:) Thanks for taking care of me....over....and over....and over again.
Everytime I have one of my bajillion incidents I seem to have with medical marvel, the parents are always there. No matter what. So, thank you...I love you. If it wasn't for my mom calling into work on a (literal) moment's notice as Jeff was hauling my grey rear into the ER, it was for Papa whose wagon-pulling talents only compete with his ability to draw the best monkeys & boats. Or Gammy's (spelled correctly!) willingness to spend an entire hour with screaming barefoot toddlers so that Flynn didn't miss gymnastics. As I'm sure everyone does, with age I've come to realize that I spent the better part of 30 years underappreciating the 2 people who would've given anything to keep me healthy & happy -- with NIKEs on my feet. My mom is like the hardest working woman I know, who has spent the last 7 days washing Jeff's bottomless dirty laundry basket. She's one of those people who never tries to go noticed, but should. My dad, I'm certain, was put on earth to be a model grandfather -- or um, Papa -- to new grandfathers who don't know how. When around people under five, he loses regular adult vocabulary & only knows how to giggle incessantly and use words like sugar, darlin' & "Papa's Here." He's known by his truck and his cap. Even Alex loves Papa & looks fwd to his visits.
My hope is that when Flynn is given an assignment, "Write about a woman who you feel is a role model", that she'll think of me with the same strength & respect as we do of our parents.
I love you guys and my words can never reflect my appreciation. May we, along with our children, be blessed with many more of your years.
4.03.2006
CryptoSporidium, My New SuperHero Name
To infinity & beyond... OR to the hospital for 4 days.
Can I write my book yet? The one called Pure Luck or Dumb Luck or something like that. One thing's for sure, I'll never run out of great conversation topics. I'll be that annoying person you sit by on a plane, you know, the one who's "Had" everything. Right down to the very rare parasite.
When I collapsed on the bathroom floor Thursday morning & Jeff took me to Mo-Bap's ER, we just thought it was for dehydration. But I had told several of you, that I could swear that this wasn't just a virus! It hurt TOO BAD to be something that most people tough out. They said they'd keep me a night to get my levels back up. Then, when a gastro-intest. doc had a look at me, they realized this wasn't normal. My colin had something foreign in it. But they couldn't figure out what was wrong. At first they diagnosed me w/ something they called "C Bac" which is caused by antibiotics (Lord knows I've taken enough of them in the last year). I was put on "Contact" which meant ANYONE walking thru the door of my room was to 'suit up' w/ robes, gloves, etc. Made for a good science fiction movie. They just had a slight hesitation about this diagnosis becuz I hadn't taken an antibiotic in the last few mos.
Later, through a, um, er, stool sample, they realized that this was not c bac, but yet a PARASITE. Literally a bug. Gross, yuck, sick me out.
Cryptosporidium is a waterborn parasite. Usually ingested through river water. Sometimes in well water. And can be transferred through feces.
So, I either got this thing by my trip last week to India, where I guzzled down gallons of their water or when I was white water rafting with Gabe in the back of the boat.
Actually, I had to have either drank this thing in some water or ate at a restaurant where it was passed to me on my food through feces. Gross.
Makes you think twice about eating out, doesn't it?
First I was so super aggravated. I've never claimed to keep an immaculate house, but one thing I obsess about is hand washing. And when we're out, I slather the antibacterial gel on me & the kids.
You should've heard the drs questioning me. Have you traveled outside of the country? No. Have you been hiking or camping in the last two weeks? No. Have you drank from a well lately? No.
I was thinking, let me explain it this way: I could not possibly 'get out' less. I should've told them to read my blog.
I had an iV for several days. And each night I enjoyed a shot in my stomach. I got to go for my first night away from Gabe & instead of him being 1 1/2 years old & Jeff & I going to Hawaii, he was only 7 mos, still nursing & I was laying in a hospital bed crying (instead of sleeping in a over-the-water Maui bungalow).
We were frustrated. Here I was for a few days, laying in a hospital bed having NO clue what was wrong w/ me. Away from the babies I rarely leave, and when I do, only briefly. Wondering. Forced to worry & think the worst.
Jeff left me his iPod. And I remember one morning, putting them on & cranking up Casting Crown's Who Am I. I looked up at the ceiling & felt God's warmth on my face. My eyes were streaming hot tears & I tried to remember that even as small as I am, with needs so much smaller than most people's, that a huge God cares, looks on me w/ Love & reminds me (just like a good parent) that I am taken care of.
The rest of my time there, esp before I saw an end in sight, I tried to hold on to that feeling.
My babies survived w/o me. My Mama's Boy is no longer a Mama's Boy (according to Dad, he's more of a Papa's Boy). He also likes formula, which is a relief (considering he didn't have a choice) since I couldn't pump as much as he drank. Flynn of course saw this as a big spring break. She flitted around the countryside. Family of course came to the rescue once again. And Jeff, God bless him, ran things almost as I would have.
So, now my job is to rest & get my strength back.
You can bet one thing: For a long time, I'm going to appreciate sitting down playing with Flynn or tucking Gabe in at night. I'm going to love the feeling of laying down in MY bed next to the love of my life.
And...
I'm not going to drink the water in Mexico.
Can I write my book yet? The one called Pure Luck or Dumb Luck or something like that. One thing's for sure, I'll never run out of great conversation topics. I'll be that annoying person you sit by on a plane, you know, the one who's "Had" everything. Right down to the very rare parasite.
When I collapsed on the bathroom floor Thursday morning & Jeff took me to Mo-Bap's ER, we just thought it was for dehydration. But I had told several of you, that I could swear that this wasn't just a virus! It hurt TOO BAD to be something that most people tough out. They said they'd keep me a night to get my levels back up. Then, when a gastro-intest. doc had a look at me, they realized this wasn't normal. My colin had something foreign in it. But they couldn't figure out what was wrong. At first they diagnosed me w/ something they called "C Bac" which is caused by antibiotics (Lord knows I've taken enough of them in the last year). I was put on "Contact" which meant ANYONE walking thru the door of my room was to 'suit up' w/ robes, gloves, etc. Made for a good science fiction movie. They just had a slight hesitation about this diagnosis becuz I hadn't taken an antibiotic in the last few mos.
Later, through a, um, er, stool sample, they realized that this was not c bac, but yet a PARASITE. Literally a bug. Gross, yuck, sick me out.
Cryptosporidium is a waterborn parasite. Usually ingested through river water. Sometimes in well water. And can be transferred through feces.
So, I either got this thing by my trip last week to India, where I guzzled down gallons of their water or when I was white water rafting with Gabe in the back of the boat.
Actually, I had to have either drank this thing in some water or ate at a restaurant where it was passed to me on my food through feces. Gross.
Makes you think twice about eating out, doesn't it?
First I was so super aggravated. I've never claimed to keep an immaculate house, but one thing I obsess about is hand washing. And when we're out, I slather the antibacterial gel on me & the kids.
You should've heard the drs questioning me. Have you traveled outside of the country? No. Have you been hiking or camping in the last two weeks? No. Have you drank from a well lately? No.
I was thinking, let me explain it this way: I could not possibly 'get out' less. I should've told them to read my blog.
I had an iV for several days. And each night I enjoyed a shot in my stomach. I got to go for my first night away from Gabe & instead of him being 1 1/2 years old & Jeff & I going to Hawaii, he was only 7 mos, still nursing & I was laying in a hospital bed crying (instead of sleeping in a over-the-water Maui bungalow).
We were frustrated. Here I was for a few days, laying in a hospital bed having NO clue what was wrong w/ me. Away from the babies I rarely leave, and when I do, only briefly. Wondering. Forced to worry & think the worst.
Jeff left me his iPod. And I remember one morning, putting them on & cranking up Casting Crown's Who Am I. I looked up at the ceiling & felt God's warmth on my face. My eyes were streaming hot tears & I tried to remember that even as small as I am, with needs so much smaller than most people's, that a huge God cares, looks on me w/ Love & reminds me (just like a good parent) that I am taken care of.
The rest of my time there, esp before I saw an end in sight, I tried to hold on to that feeling.
My babies survived w/o me. My Mama's Boy is no longer a Mama's Boy (according to Dad, he's more of a Papa's Boy). He also likes formula, which is a relief (considering he didn't have a choice) since I couldn't pump as much as he drank. Flynn of course saw this as a big spring break. She flitted around the countryside. Family of course came to the rescue once again. And Jeff, God bless him, ran things almost as I would have.
So, now my job is to rest & get my strength back.
You can bet one thing: For a long time, I'm going to appreciate sitting down playing with Flynn or tucking Gabe in at night. I'm going to love the feeling of laying down in MY bed next to the love of my life.
And...
I'm not going to drink the water in Mexico.
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