Josie has been a tad bit grumpy these last couple weeks...screaming, hitting, runny nose, constipated, possible teething (she's not agreeable to people looking in her mouth) and occasional biting (especially if you have your fingers in her mouth trying to see if she has new teeth coming in). OH...and she doesn't take naps much anymore either. She stands in her crib and anything she can reach is desecrated. Pictures, books, hard plastic container, stuffed animals, bedding.
She woke up early this morning...gave her ibuprofin first thing. :-) She ate breakfast, threw breakfast on floor, watched Curious George, helped me fold laundry by throwing it all on the floor. She dumped all the crayons out of the big tub of crayons we have. She hit Bella a couple times. Dumped all the toy bins she could find...repeatedly. Threw all the magnets off the magnet board. Poked me in the eye. Wouldn't stay in the playground area. Wanted to swing on the big swings but wouldn't hold on. Wouldn't take a nap...destroyed a picture of Jesus with the little children I had on the bookcase. Took all the shoes and spread them through the house. Hit me a couple of times. Drew on the wall. Took my basket of pens at the back of my desk...she climbed up the front of the desk to get them...and threw them on the floor. AND used the pens she could find to draw on any surface she could find...floor, her legs...a little bit of paper. Scratched my cupboards. Repeatedly started the water dispenser from the fridge...all over herself and floor. Threw the dvd's off the shelf. "Rearranged" the books on the living room and family room bookshelves. Played the piano. She loved dinner and said, "yummy". She rearranged everything on my computer to be sideways. She screamed during prayer and head butted me. She liked her bath.
Heavy sigh. My eye still hurts.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
How many times have I told you?
It has to be said: I am a fairly paranoid parent. Somewhat overprotective.
Today was a busy day. I didn't get a shower until 5 p.m. I put Bella and Josie in front of the tv watching Word World to give myself time for a quick shower. I was not in there more than 3 minutes when Belle came running in saying "Someone is at the door."
Josie has discovered she can open doors...so I had locked and dead bolted the door. The handle lock seems to stop her but I figured I couldn't be too cautious. I would be safe for 5 minutes in the shower.
You know how your heart drops a little and you think things like..."well crap, I left the window open so the person at the door knows we are home because the tv is on." I told Bella that I was in the shower and couldn't come out to answer the door and that she was NOT to open it.
I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and got out of Dodge. I figured Bella would be standing at the window by the door motioning that she couldn't answer it...so the person would be sort of standing there waiting to see if anyone was home with 2 little kids. As I was getting dressed, in record time, Bella runs in and hands me a flyer. "He was an internet guy, mom." HOLY COW she opened the door. I was stunned. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD HER NOT TO ANSWER THE DOOR WITHOUT AN ADULT AROUND? And how the heck did she get the dead bolt open?
I tried to be calm and told her I had asked her NOT to answer the door. My sweet, innocent, little girl said, "He was a good guy mom...it's ok." I am trying to imagine the conversation that had gone on between the two of them. There are so many what if's to this situation I cringe.
Once the door is open Josie usually runs as fast as she can away from the house. I'm so glad she didn't get out. Or that he caught her and put her back in. I'm glad he was one of the "good guys" and that he wasn't standing there when Bella handed me the flyer.
Needless to say Bella got a lecture and we are getting a chain lock for the door...up high. Or those plastic dealie's to put on the door handle. Or a guard to stand watch...or something.
Today was a busy day. I didn't get a shower until 5 p.m. I put Bella and Josie in front of the tv watching Word World to give myself time for a quick shower. I was not in there more than 3 minutes when Belle came running in saying "Someone is at the door."
Josie has discovered she can open doors...so I had locked and dead bolted the door. The handle lock seems to stop her but I figured I couldn't be too cautious. I would be safe for 5 minutes in the shower.
You know how your heart drops a little and you think things like..."well crap, I left the window open so the person at the door knows we are home because the tv is on." I told Bella that I was in the shower and couldn't come out to answer the door and that she was NOT to open it.
I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and got out of Dodge. I figured Bella would be standing at the window by the door motioning that she couldn't answer it...so the person would be sort of standing there waiting to see if anyone was home with 2 little kids. As I was getting dressed, in record time, Bella runs in and hands me a flyer. "He was an internet guy, mom." HOLY COW she opened the door. I was stunned. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD HER NOT TO ANSWER THE DOOR WITHOUT AN ADULT AROUND? And how the heck did she get the dead bolt open?
I tried to be calm and told her I had asked her NOT to answer the door. My sweet, innocent, little girl said, "He was a good guy mom...it's ok." I am trying to imagine the conversation that had gone on between the two of them. There are so many what if's to this situation I cringe.
Once the door is open Josie usually runs as fast as she can away from the house. I'm so glad she didn't get out. Or that he caught her and put her back in. I'm glad he was one of the "good guys" and that he wasn't standing there when Bella handed me the flyer.
Needless to say Bella got a lecture and we are getting a chain lock for the door...up high. Or those plastic dealie's to put on the door handle. Or a guard to stand watch...or something.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
You won't believe this...I'm not making it up.
We went to Idaho to visit some friends a week or so ago. It was beautiful and who knew there was so much to do in Idaho? Coeur D'alene...neat place. Lots of biking, water sports, trails. Really cool.
We were on our way to the Hiawatha trail...cool, awesome, fun!! ..driving through town...and what do my eyes behold? A sign!!! One of those little A-frame signs outside a hardware store. I did a double take. It said...and I'm not lying..."Anti Monkey Butt powder". I asked Steve if he saw it and he said no. I thought my eyes might have deceived me. I mean...sheesh!
Steve and I laughed a bit and had quite a conversation. We decided since it was a biking, athletic type town that possibly his brother Doug (who is a very biking, athletic...in a "I'm going to ride off a cliff or ride a zillion miles race-type fella) would have an inkling if this was something in the biking world. So...I texted him. A little while later we received a text back along the lines that he never heard of it and it sounded like some sort of alternate universe thing...run away fast.
So...of course we drove back. I think Steve wanted to make sure I hadn't been dipping into...well whatever you dip into to make you say, "hey, did you see that sign that said it had Anti-Monkey Butt Powder on sale?" It was real. I was redeemed and took pictures!! I mean the odds of seeing that again are SLIM. Steve even went in and bought a bottle. :-) There were two kinds...regular and lady's. He bought the lady's...I am not actually sure if there was a reason behind that. Hmm.
Straight from the bottle...these are not my words: "Say Good-bye to Chafed Thighs. Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder is specially formulated with patented satiny smooth powder to minimize the frictional discomfort that women often experience when using exercise equipment, running, driving, cycling or just walking. Its unique ingredients work quickly to absorb sweat and provide cooling effective relief of irritation on the inner thighs and other areas of the skin prone to rubbing." Then on to say: Indoors or outdoors, work or play, or on occasions when you're on your butt all day, don't let your buns get red. Instead use Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder for all day protection."
I'm almost speechless. Steve asked the cashier about it and was told it was one of his best sellers...duh! I mean the white elephant quality of this item is priceless. But no...the cashier said a lot of people use it for motorcycle rides, running, and biking. They swear by it!!
So...there is an alternate universe. It's called Sherman's Hardware store in Coeur D'alene Idaho.
Side note: It smells like baby powder and I did not notice it seemed and different than regular powder. But than...I can't say I've ever thought..."sheesh I wish I had something for this feeling of monkey butt that I have. You'd think someone would make something for that." I did, however, get a vision from years ago. We were at Six Flags in St. Louis. We had just been on the ride that splashes down and you get soaked. Steve and I were noticing as we walked farther and farther away from the ride that our children (Chels, Jaz, and Kenzi) were walking mighty funny. You know how kids look when they are wet or have had an accident...like they are trying to keep their thighs from rubbing and chafing? Not that they are thinking those words. BUT...I'm thinking amusement/water parks could make a killing selling Anti-Monkey Butt powder.
The pictures will be posted as soon as Kenzi finds the cord to transfer her pics to the computer! :-)
We were on our way to the Hiawatha trail...cool, awesome, fun!! ..driving through town...and what do my eyes behold? A sign!!! One of those little A-frame signs outside a hardware store. I did a double take. It said...and I'm not lying..."Anti Monkey Butt powder". I asked Steve if he saw it and he said no. I thought my eyes might have deceived me. I mean...sheesh!
Steve and I laughed a bit and had quite a conversation. We decided since it was a biking, athletic type town that possibly his brother Doug (who is a very biking, athletic...in a "I'm going to ride off a cliff or ride a zillion miles race-type fella) would have an inkling if this was something in the biking world. So...I texted him. A little while later we received a text back along the lines that he never heard of it and it sounded like some sort of alternate universe thing...run away fast.
So...of course we drove back. I think Steve wanted to make sure I hadn't been dipping into...well whatever you dip into to make you say, "hey, did you see that sign that said it had Anti-Monkey Butt Powder on sale?" It was real. I was redeemed and took pictures!! I mean the odds of seeing that again are SLIM. Steve even went in and bought a bottle. :-) There were two kinds...regular and lady's. He bought the lady's...I am not actually sure if there was a reason behind that. Hmm.
Straight from the bottle...these are not my words: "Say Good-bye to Chafed Thighs. Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder is specially formulated with patented satiny smooth powder to minimize the frictional discomfort that women often experience when using exercise equipment, running, driving, cycling or just walking. Its unique ingredients work quickly to absorb sweat and provide cooling effective relief of irritation on the inner thighs and other areas of the skin prone to rubbing." Then on to say: Indoors or outdoors, work or play, or on occasions when you're on your butt all day, don't let your buns get red. Instead use Lady Anti Monkey Butt Powder for all day protection."
I'm almost speechless. Steve asked the cashier about it and was told it was one of his best sellers...duh! I mean the white elephant quality of this item is priceless. But no...the cashier said a lot of people use it for motorcycle rides, running, and biking. They swear by it!!
So...there is an alternate universe. It's called Sherman's Hardware store in Coeur D'alene Idaho.
Side note: It smells like baby powder and I did not notice it seemed and different than regular powder. But than...I can't say I've ever thought..."sheesh I wish I had something for this feeling of monkey butt that I have. You'd think someone would make something for that." I did, however, get a vision from years ago. We were at Six Flags in St. Louis. We had just been on the ride that splashes down and you get soaked. Steve and I were noticing as we walked farther and farther away from the ride that our children (Chels, Jaz, and Kenzi) were walking mighty funny. You know how kids look when they are wet or have had an accident...like they are trying to keep their thighs from rubbing and chafing? Not that they are thinking those words. BUT...I'm thinking amusement/water parks could make a killing selling Anti-Monkey Butt powder.
The pictures will be posted as soon as Kenzi finds the cord to transfer her pics to the computer! :-)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Prayer...
Bella said prayers tonight. She was asking for blessings..."bless we have a good sleep, bless we have a safe day." Little kiddo stuff.
Then she said, "Bless we get husbands. Amen."
We sat there for a couple seconds and then busted out laughing. I swear she will be our first one married. Look out boys...Bella is on her way! Word of caution...She wants 200 kids. :-)
Then she said, "Bless we get husbands. Amen."
We sat there for a couple seconds and then busted out laughing. I swear she will be our first one married. Look out boys...Bella is on her way! Word of caution...She wants 200 kids. :-)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The other day my brother-in-law posted about their new puppy. She is cute as can be, but is not potty trained.
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Delightful
I don't know about your household...but getting my kids to help me do housework is a struggle to say the least. Except children under the age of 5, they always want to "help"! :-)
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Our older children...
Do we have older children living here? Sometimes I forget.
I realized that I frequently post about the littlest kidlets...but teenager + don't get much type time. It's because they are never here! I've looked. If I'm not out picking up or dropping off it's because one has taken the car and vamoosed.
IF they are home they stay downstairs and read...that would be the life. Lay around in bed and read and watch movies all day. Ok...I am exaggerating. They are quite busy with work, school stuff, color guard, plays, parades, and friends. Chelsea spends an enormous amount of time on the computer researching. She is our budding writer. She works a lot at Jamba Juice. Jasmine has read upwards of 30 books this summer. When she's not volunteering as a princess (at a non-profit organization) or volunteering at the opera institute class thingy. Kenzi is our color guard, band, parade girl. Not old enough to drive (close) but she does hitch rides with Chelsea and Jasmine to friends houses.
When they are home they do watch the little one's for me. That's so nice. It's great not to have to take kids to dr's appointments and such. It has worked out this summer that one of them is usually here to do that for me. What am I going to do when school starts? Chelsea and Jasmine pretty much gone for the school year and Kenzi busy, busy, busy with band. (Which...who knew band was sooooo much work?) I don't know if we (me, Isabella, and Josie) are ready for college/school to start.
I will have to pay closer attention while the "older" girls are home so I can write down things that happen with them.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
No offense...naked!!
Ok. I discovered a week or so ago that some people get offended at the word "naked". If I was streaking through a wedding reception or through the neighborhood I could completely understand the objection to the word...(and actions mentioned above).
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
We are blessed...
Our garage is a mess. No shelves to put anything on. So...this last weekend Steve "went to town" building shelves for the garage. My fella can sure build shelves! They look fantastic!! And sturdy...we could jump on these shelves and they wouldn't come down.
On the third day (ominous voice) disaster struck. Or could have. Steve did a ladder switcharoo and had the ladder that leans against the wall instead of the six foot step ladder. He couldn't get enough traction with the step ladder to screw the 3-4 inch screws all the way into studs.
Josie was down for a nap and Bella and I went outside to see if we could help. She was sitting in a chair watching dad work and I was standing next to him when all of a sudden the ladder (that he was on) came crashing down. With him on it...all the way down. I squealed. He didn't say a word. It was scary because he did not say any choice words at any time. :-) You know it's bad when there are no choice words.
He was laying on the ladder and I say, "Are you ok?" Silly to ask...it's the first response of someone who has witnessed something that could be 911 worthy and basically means, "Can you answer me? Are you breathing? Did you puncture a lung? You are not alone...I am here and will take you to the ER or call 911"? I repeated this question and the response I heard was a moan.
The ladder actually got caught on the 6 inch cement ledge. Steve slid off the ladder and eventually said, "I'm not sure. I'm checking." (To answer my repeated "are you ok" question). My concern was a punctured lung if he had landed on the drill he was holding when he went down. Or broken ribs from landing on the ladder. He was trying to figure out why he didn't hurt as badly as he thought he would.
Turns out after an internal check the worst pain he felt was his ring finger. He pulled off his glove and his wedding band was smashed into an oval. His finger was swollen. After a few minutes of trying to decide whether or not to go to the ER to get the ring cut off or if his finger was not swelling that much we found the pliers and he squished his ring back to somewhat of a circle and he worked it off. What a blessing!!!!! His ring saved his finger from certain death of being crushed between the ladder and the cement ledge. WOW!!! He is scraped up a little on his leg, his ribs are sore, and his ring finger is cut up a little from his ring but no major injuries.
God is good!!!!!
And within the hour he was out again finishing the shelves!!!
On the third day (ominous voice) disaster struck. Or could have. Steve did a ladder switcharoo and had the ladder that leans against the wall instead of the six foot step ladder. He couldn't get enough traction with the step ladder to screw the 3-4 inch screws all the way into studs.
Josie was down for a nap and Bella and I went outside to see if we could help. She was sitting in a chair watching dad work and I was standing next to him when all of a sudden the ladder (that he was on) came crashing down. With him on it...all the way down. I squealed. He didn't say a word. It was scary because he did not say any choice words at any time. :-) You know it's bad when there are no choice words.
He was laying on the ladder and I say, "Are you ok?" Silly to ask...it's the first response of someone who has witnessed something that could be 911 worthy and basically means, "Can you answer me? Are you breathing? Did you puncture a lung? You are not alone...I am here and will take you to the ER or call 911"? I repeated this question and the response I heard was a moan.
The ladder actually got caught on the 6 inch cement ledge. Steve slid off the ladder and eventually said, "I'm not sure. I'm checking." (To answer my repeated "are you ok" question). My concern was a punctured lung if he had landed on the drill he was holding when he went down. Or broken ribs from landing on the ladder. He was trying to figure out why he didn't hurt as badly as he thought he would.
Turns out after an internal check the worst pain he felt was his ring finger. He pulled off his glove and his wedding band was smashed into an oval. His finger was swollen. After a few minutes of trying to decide whether or not to go to the ER to get the ring cut off or if his finger was not swelling that much we found the pliers and he squished his ring back to somewhat of a circle and he worked it off. What a blessing!!!!! His ring saved his finger from certain death of being crushed between the ladder and the cement ledge. WOW!!! He is scraped up a little on his leg, his ribs are sore, and his ring finger is cut up a little from his ring but no major injuries.
God is good!!!!!
And within the hour he was out again finishing the shelves!!!
Daddy's princess bed...
So...the unpacking still goes on...and on...and on. I have gotten to the point of actually putting things on the walls. Makes it look more homey.
Of course, our bedroom is the last room to get unpacked. First room done is kids room...we always want them to feel comfortable and familiar in their surroundings. :-) Kids room, kitchen, living room, play room...our bedroom if done at all is done last.
Usually I walk into our bedroom of boxes and a sheet on the window just to get discouraged and leave again. (Anything without a home gets tossed into our bedroom). Ga!!!!! :-/ And all pictures we have in frames get set against the wall so I can figure out where I want them. My brain has to "marinate" the placement. Yesterday, however, I walked in and decided I could tackle some of the mess. Down goes the sheet so the light can stream in! Whoo hoo!
I have a favorite theme...ocean! Shells, marine life...all things ocean. The ocean fills my soul (corny but true) and I'm landlocked so it is, has been, and always will be natural for me to gravitate towards ocean objects. Anyway...I was placing these things around the room to figure out where to actually hang them when I came across a large bag with a canopy net in it. Usually, this type of thing would be reserved for kids rooms...we even have one in the play room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf. But the hoop on this one is made of bamboo and it screamed "ocean" to me.
So...my dilemma started. I, being the compassionate wife that I am (stay with me on this one), was trying to keep Steve in mind as I decorated our room. Wouldn't want him to end up in a "too girly" of a room. Lets face it, with 5 daughters and a wife the poor man can't get away from all things hormonal and girl. I do think about that. I would even lean towards his decorating scheme if it wasn't Minnesota Vikings football...purple and yellow. If you know Steve you know exactly what I am talking about. :-) I have tried...I just can't make myself do it.
After much deliberation, moving of bed with broken frame, finding Steve's drill, bringing in ladder and risking life and limb (thank you Chelsea for the help and holding the ladder) I got the net up. I was feeling pretty smug and accomplished...thinking this had the feel somewhat of an island cabana. (A decorator I am not). Isabella had been watching the whole time and as soon as the bed got put back into place with the net around the top she said, "Daddy has a princess bed!" Gasp, horror!!!!!!!! THAT is not what I was going for! Ok...if I didn't accomplish the beach feel lets rethink this.
No, no Bella...it is not daddy's princess bed. This is the bed of a KING!!! There...everyone happy. A king at the beach! :-)
Side note: Steve likes the decorating just fine. If he has an opinion one way or the other he usually lets it be known.
Side note two: I am not sure I like it. We have vaulted ceilings so it seems like it's up too high. I have a plan to remedy this...it involves a shell necklace, moving the broken bed, the ladder, and risking life and limb again.
Side note three: Bella still thinks it's a cool princess bed. :-) Sheesh.
Of course, our bedroom is the last room to get unpacked. First room done is kids room...we always want them to feel comfortable and familiar in their surroundings. :-) Kids room, kitchen, living room, play room...our bedroom if done at all is done last.
Usually I walk into our bedroom of boxes and a sheet on the window just to get discouraged and leave again. (Anything without a home gets tossed into our bedroom). Ga!!!!! :-/ And all pictures we have in frames get set against the wall so I can figure out where I want them. My brain has to "marinate" the placement. Yesterday, however, I walked in and decided I could tackle some of the mess. Down goes the sheet so the light can stream in! Whoo hoo!
I have a favorite theme...ocean! Shells, marine life...all things ocean. The ocean fills my soul (corny but true) and I'm landlocked so it is, has been, and always will be natural for me to gravitate towards ocean objects. Anyway...I was placing these things around the room to figure out where to actually hang them when I came across a large bag with a canopy net in it. Usually, this type of thing would be reserved for kids rooms...we even have one in the play room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf. But the hoop on this one is made of bamboo and it screamed "ocean" to me.
So...my dilemma started. I, being the compassionate wife that I am (stay with me on this one), was trying to keep Steve in mind as I decorated our room. Wouldn't want him to end up in a "too girly" of a room. Lets face it, with 5 daughters and a wife the poor man can't get away from all things hormonal and girl. I do think about that. I would even lean towards his decorating scheme if it wasn't Minnesota Vikings football...purple and yellow. If you know Steve you know exactly what I am talking about. :-) I have tried...I just can't make myself do it.
After much deliberation, moving of bed with broken frame, finding Steve's drill, bringing in ladder and risking life and limb (thank you Chelsea for the help and holding the ladder) I got the net up. I was feeling pretty smug and accomplished...thinking this had the feel somewhat of an island cabana. (A decorator I am not). Isabella had been watching the whole time and as soon as the bed got put back into place with the net around the top she said, "Daddy has a princess bed!" Gasp, horror!!!!!!!! THAT is not what I was going for! Ok...if I didn't accomplish the beach feel lets rethink this.
No, no Bella...it is not daddy's princess bed. This is the bed of a KING!!! There...everyone happy. A king at the beach! :-)
Side note: Steve likes the decorating just fine. If he has an opinion one way or the other he usually lets it be known.
Side note two: I am not sure I like it. We have vaulted ceilings so it seems like it's up too high. I have a plan to remedy this...it involves a shell necklace, moving the broken bed, the ladder, and risking life and limb again.
Side note three: Bella still thinks it's a cool princess bed. :-) Sheesh.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
FINALLY...
We are moved in! Yippee :-) It is so nice to have our own place again. Although, as I said before, the moving across town thing drags out. We still have stuff at Steve's mom's house. Sheesh!
Our beautiful large yard has no grass...and it has rained several times. Do you know what I discovered? Josie likes to eat mud. :-O By the handful.
OH....also she has discovered a taste for toilet water!!!!! Double :-O I think I can handle the mud...although it was quite the show getting the little kidlets cleaned off (outside) so I could get them through the house to the tub. I scrubbed and scrubbed and soaked and soaked...SUCCESS the clothes are cleaned! Kids are too!
The toilet water thing....gaaaaack! I have scoured all the toilets but still have the heebie jeebies when I hear little slurpee, splashy noises in the vicinity of any bathroom. So...canundrum of the day: To put toilet locks on to keep Josie from dipping into the cool, clear water of the commode....which sounds like a great idea. Except Bella tends to wait for the last second to run through the house pulling pants off as she goes so she can make a skidding stop onto the potty. (Which means...she does not have time to stop and undo the lock)! So...I will either have an unscheduled pee pee station OR a potty mouth. Hmmmmm...
Our beautiful large yard has no grass...and it has rained several times. Do you know what I discovered? Josie likes to eat mud. :-O By the handful.
OH....also she has discovered a taste for toilet water!!!!! Double :-O I think I can handle the mud...although it was quite the show getting the little kidlets cleaned off (outside) so I could get them through the house to the tub. I scrubbed and scrubbed and soaked and soaked...SUCCESS the clothes are cleaned! Kids are too!
The toilet water thing....gaaaaack! I have scoured all the toilets but still have the heebie jeebies when I hear little slurpee, splashy noises in the vicinity of any bathroom. So...canundrum of the day: To put toilet locks on to keep Josie from dipping into the cool, clear water of the commode....which sounds like a great idea. Except Bella tends to wait for the last second to run through the house pulling pants off as she goes so she can make a skidding stop onto the potty. (Which means...she does not have time to stop and undo the lock)! So...I will either have an unscheduled pee pee station OR a potty mouth. Hmmmmm...
Friday, June 4, 2010
A word of wisdom...
It's been a while since I posted. Last minute end of school stuff, senior "trip" with Jaz, moving...moving...more moving. I actually have two bits of wisdom to impart:
#1. After 12 moves in our married life...I am becoming an expert at moving. Here's my words to remember---Even if you're just moving across town or next door, treat it like you're packing up the big truck and moving across country. Pack everything. Because this moving little bit at a time (this is the 2nd time we've done it this way) STINKS!!!!!!! It's a never ending mess!! Just saying.
#2. NEVER buy a used car at night!
:-)
We will be offline for a while. I don't think we will have the new stuff hooked up until next Thursday.
#1. After 12 moves in our married life...I am becoming an expert at moving. Here's my words to remember---Even if you're just moving across town or next door, treat it like you're packing up the big truck and moving across country. Pack everything. Because this moving little bit at a time (this is the 2nd time we've done it this way) STINKS!!!!!!! It's a never ending mess!! Just saying.
#2. NEVER buy a used car at night!
:-)
We will be offline for a while. I don't think we will have the new stuff hooked up until next Thursday.
Friday, May 21, 2010
It's like she's already gone...
We went to the drama banquet for Jaz tonight. It was very nice. Jasmine received several awards....yeah Jaz!!!!! Steve and I were sitting in a row of chairs off to the side of the banquet tables. Jaz was on the other side of the room...having come in late from the senior trip.
We were sitting by the "presidency" table...of all the drama presidency of the year. I noticed throughout the evening that many of them were weeping. When one started they all went. I can understand this because I am a weeper myself. BUT tonight I did not feel even on inkling of tears coming on. Strange.
I was thinking about this and realized all these kids were crying about being seniors and moving on. It's natural and to be expected. I cried buckets last year knowing Chelsea was graduating and going to college. I was a mess. I was NOT ready to let her go. I'm still not.
Jaz on the other hand...I'm sad she is graduating but it doesn't seem real yet. She has spent so much of her senior year at rehearsals, practises, school something, drama, choir, friends, drama, choir, drama, and friend drama that we haven't seen her that much. At the beginning of the year I was sad a lot (and fairly grumpy) because she was gone. (She and I had been running buddies over the summer...I missed that relationship we'd developed.)
I know I'm not ready for her to go off to school...but with the way her senior year has been it's almost like she's already gone. Like I really lost two last year when Chelsea graduated. Maybe this was her way of easing me into it? :-) I wonder if I was like that? Always gone. I don't remember spending much time at home my senior year either.
Could it be like being pregnant for 9 months...by the end you are really ready to have that baby not matter the pain involved? As kids get older they are home less and less so when they do finally leave we are already acclimated to it somewhat. It's a thought. Hmmm.
Jabbering...
Toddlers are so dang funny!!! Have you ever listened to them chatter? I was driving (it's my mom-job) on I-15 the other day. I knew she was jabbering away...I just wasn't paying attention to everything she was saying.
I started listening and it was so funny. She started out talking then interjected bits of song from Jingle Bells. Steve usually puts her to bed and he is partial to Christmas tunes...no matter the time of year! (Bella grew up on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer...I've got the funniest video of listening to them sing.)
Can't believe they actually go to sleep after Steve sings with them. Josie is a big fan of Twinkle Little Star too. The word "Berla" comes up alot in her conversations as well. Means "Bella".
Anyway, her conversation with herself periodically got quite animated and intense. I realized after the 2rd semi-truck passed us that she was saying "LOOK OUT"!!!!! Sounded like "k OUT". I laughed and laughed. I explained to her that those big trucks were on the road too and it was ok. She calmed down after that and was back to jingling all the way!
I started listening and it was so funny. She started out talking then interjected bits of song from Jingle Bells. Steve usually puts her to bed and he is partial to Christmas tunes...no matter the time of year! (Bella grew up on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer...I've got the funniest video of listening to them sing.)
Can't believe they actually go to sleep after Steve sings with them. Josie is a big fan of Twinkle Little Star too. The word "Berla" comes up alot in her conversations as well. Means "Bella".
Anyway, her conversation with herself periodically got quite animated and intense. I realized after the 2rd semi-truck passed us that she was saying "LOOK OUT"!!!!! Sounded like "k OUT". I laughed and laughed. I explained to her that those big trucks were on the road too and it was ok. She calmed down after that and was back to jingling all the way!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Desperate for...
Gum is kind of a no-no around here. Don't get me wrong. I love gum. I HATE listening to my children chew gum. It drives me nuts!!!
Whenever we are at the store my girls ask for gum. I say, "No, I don't want to hear it". Of course they beg and plead and swear they will not chew loud or with their mouths open. Still...no gum. Santa and the Easter Bunny seem to frequently bring gum though. That just proves they are real...I WOULD NEVER BUY GUM. ;-)
So...I'm on a diet. That doesn't seem relevant except...what did I find myself doing today? Running through all the stash spots looking for sugar-free gum. I was tearing through the closet trying to find any spot that might have been missed. I found myself rummaging through the "pill" box. (Bottles of pills we don't leave around: hydrocodone, flexeril...you know, the big guns). Eureka!!!!! I found a pack of gum.
I was tearing through the outside cellophane wrapper when I had to sit back and just laugh. I was like a deranged drug seeker tearing through the pill box...to find gum! What's better is that I actually found some in there (not a usual hiding spot for stuff).
I'm thinking that if the words diet and drug seeker are in the same sentence that maybe dieting should be against the law too?!?
Whenever we are at the store my girls ask for gum. I say, "No, I don't want to hear it". Of course they beg and plead and swear they will not chew loud or with their mouths open. Still...no gum. Santa and the Easter Bunny seem to frequently bring gum though. That just proves they are real...I WOULD NEVER BUY GUM. ;-)
So...I'm on a diet. That doesn't seem relevant except...what did I find myself doing today? Running through all the stash spots looking for sugar-free gum. I was tearing through the closet trying to find any spot that might have been missed. I found myself rummaging through the "pill" box. (Bottles of pills we don't leave around: hydrocodone, flexeril...you know, the big guns). Eureka!!!!! I found a pack of gum.
I was tearing through the outside cellophane wrapper when I had to sit back and just laugh. I was like a deranged drug seeker tearing through the pill box...to find gum! What's better is that I actually found some in there (not a usual hiding spot for stuff).
I'm thinking that if the words diet and drug seeker are in the same sentence that maybe dieting should be against the law too?!?
Just a quick note...
While we were in the car today Bella was talking to me. She is a big talker! I just thought this was pretty cute how she was trying to describe something to me. We were talking about a "note" she wanted to take to a friends house today. A note she worked days on coloring and decorating.
She was trying to describe a decoration she had on her note. She said, "it is so pretty and she is going to love it. She will really like the part that chomps the paper." Chomps the paper? Luckily, I had seen the note so I did the mom mental run through to try to figure it out. She was talking about staples. She had used the stapler when she decorated the note.
So there ya go...whenever you need the stapler just ask for the paper chomper. They'll get it!
She was trying to describe a decoration she had on her note. She said, "it is so pretty and she is going to love it. She will really like the part that chomps the paper." Chomps the paper? Luckily, I had seen the note so I did the mom mental run through to try to figure it out. She was talking about staples. She had used the stapler when she decorated the note.
So there ya go...whenever you need the stapler just ask for the paper chomper. They'll get it!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
My office
If you are a mom, have you ever noticed that you do NOT get left alone in the bathroom? It seems like that would be the ONLY place you would be left alone...but alas...that is not meant to be. Maybe it's just my family. I don't know?
Bella always follows me to the bathroom. Or calls me if she's in the bathroom...since she has been potty trained our time there is a two way street. Josie...Josie can't stand if I'm in the bathroom with the door shut. She will stand there and scream and push and hit the door. If she gets it open she smiles and walks to the other side of the door and shuts it...all the way. Like "I've got you where I want you...muuhahaha". When Chelsea, Jaz, and Kenzi were little they said things like, "Mommy, are you in there"? "Let us in". "Don't you love me"? And would then carry on a conversation with me with periodic bursts of what sounded like children ramming the door. I can just picture Chels and Jaz at that age rigging up a catapult and letting Kenzi fly. Or if I wasn't talking I'd see 1-3 sets of fingers under the door. They would just wait there for me like I was going to try to escape through the window or something...wouldn't it be more fun to play? Whatever is this bond between mom's and children that can't seem to stretch to the bathroom? Cuz, my apron strings will definitely let me go to the bathroom by myself.
You would think I am talking past tense about my older girls..."oh they never left me alone in the bathroom when they were little...". But it's worse now that they are older. I have even experimented. If I close the door 98% of the time someone opens it to talk to me. It's to the point I just leave it open and welcome anyone in. I do worry that someday I will leave it open or someone will open it for me when we have company near the bathroom door. Sheeesh...how embarrassing.
For the last 3 years we have lived in my mother-in-laws basement...with one bathroom that the 7 of us share. (Oh...in case you're thinking "just lock the door"...it doesn't lock). Makes for less imagination that's for sure. Poor Steve. Chelsea and Jasmine have even referred to the bathroom as my office. WHY???? Chelsea love, love, loves to capture me in the bathroom. They have told me that they wait for me to go in there because they know I am a captive audience. I have actually heard them outside the door saying, "She's mine now...you had her for an hour after school"! Could we be a bit dysfunctional? :-)
Actually, we do seem to end up in the bathroom on many talking occasions. Talking with your teenagers is VERY important...so they say. "They" never said where to talk! Now that I think about it...I remember ending up talking in the bathroom with my mom...or sister. Doing hair, laughing, brushing teeth, laughing, just sitting around reminiscing...NOT going potty though. My girls don't have that boundary. I have learned to adapt. It's all good. We laugh, we cry, we get it all out. We laugh a lot in the bathroom. That is good.
I will even forewarn them..."I am in a hurry and need a shower. Tell me what you want to tell me so I can get in". Minutes later I am still waiting to get in the shower. I continue to give pre-naked warnings until I am fed up and just strip. A girl has got to get a shower, dang it. They avert their eyes and continue on. Funny thing about that. IF anyone (including me) has to go potty while anyone else in the house is getting ready for a shower we have to wait. If you walk in, there is screaming, throwing of things, and guilt to deal with. Yet...all that modesty, privacy, and oh-my-gosh-you-CAN'T-see-me-naked mentality doesn't apply to the mom. I don't know why.
Some day...maybe years and years from now when Bella and Josie are all grown up. I'm going to be lonely in the bathroom. I'll stand around and say, "Hey Steve...step into my office"!!!!!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Nature and Jasmine's Scholarship Interview
I took Jasmine to a college scholarship interview the other day in Rock Springs, Wyoming...not a school she ever even knew about but they saw her at a big theatre day and have been actively trying to recruit her ever since. Thinking the weather should be great because it was the last day of April we were pretty excited for a little road trip. Until Steve checked the weather and let us know it could be a bit snowy in the mountians. Ugh.
We got up extra early so we could leave by 6 a.m. As we walked out of the house (at 5:45 I might add) it was snowing. I actually had to use the scraper to get all the snow off the windshield...in April. Am I living in Minnesota?? I was a bit aprehensive about what lay ahead in the mountains since it was so snowy in the valley.
We were pleasantly surprised that it wasn't horrible driving through the mountians. Yes, we had to be careful and slow down at times...but once we hit Park City the snow pretty much cleared up. It was a beautiful overcast day. The clouds were amazing with little sprinkles the rest of the drive to Rock Springs.
Once there we scoped out the room she was going to be interviewed in. (For the Superior Scholarship...smart girl). We walked around the campus a little, found the theater where we were going to watch The Music Man later that night, and arranged for a tour of housing. We had a great time. Her interview went very well. We went to lunch. We went and saw the wild mustang viewing area. Tried to talk Steve into letting us adopt one! ;-) Did you know they are only $185 to adopt one. :-O I know...that's a fairly deceiving price when you take into account all that goes into caring for a horse. I was teasing Steve...but man what a dream come true. Anywho...we went to a movie and a small dinner. (Passing time until The Music Man). Took a brisk, windy, walk on a walking path at the school. We thought it would be a quick little walk into nature but holy cow...it went around the ball fields and then out into the middle of nowhere. OH...Jaz had cell service the whole time. She only tripped on the trail 4-5 times while she was texting. BUT unfortunately for me it was not really in the middle of nowhere. I had to go potty in a major way and could see traffic in the distance almost everywhere we were. When the cactus plants started looking like Porta-Potty's we decided to turn around and go back the way we came.
We had decided over the course of the day that the show would be a major deciding factor if the musical theatre program there was "up to snuff". She is having a hard time choosing which school to go to. The actual theatre was a little smaller than another school she is looking at but the show was fantastic!! We had made a pact that if the show wasn't very good we would leave at intermission. When the time came there was no doubt we were staying for the rest of the show. Getting home earlier be danged!!!
When we left the weather was windy and cold in Rock Springs...and very dark! I got turned around once and added an extra 15 minutes to our trip home...but all was well. I had been fully loaded with caffiene throughout the day. The weather was great...nothing to worry about. We were flying along and I was thinking "we will make good time home...yippee".
I missed an exit for a potty stop in Evanstan and then crossed the border into Utah...straight into a wall of fog. Traffic was down to thirty-five to forty. AND the roads were dark, wet and the lines were very difficult to see. Needless to say our trip was lengthened. At one point in the fog there was a deer on the right side of the road. Just standing on the white line...almost thumbing (or hoofing) for a ride it seemed. I might have stopped for him if I had seen him earlier. :-) Finally drove out of the fog into more drizzle. Wet roads do not make me happy. I can't see the lines and it makes me a white knuckle driver.
Finally found a potty stop in Heber...although we had to back track to it (again) because the familiar gas station was closed for the night. We saw a couple toasted women and tried to get back on the road in front of them to avoid the drunk driving. Off we go, feeling good about the last leg of the trip...tired and ready to be home. I guess it was so late that as we came around Deer Creek I got a little discombuberated. I had no idea if we had crossed the dam or not. Turns out we hadn't...but I did see 3 more deer on the left side of the road. All spaced out like a police speeding trap. Don't deer sleep at night? Sheesh!
Finally around 2:10 Jasmine and I roll to a stop at home! Thank goodness...safe, sound, tired and strung out on caffiene.
We got up extra early so we could leave by 6 a.m. As we walked out of the house (at 5:45 I might add) it was snowing. I actually had to use the scraper to get all the snow off the windshield...in April. Am I living in Minnesota?? I was a bit aprehensive about what lay ahead in the mountains since it was so snowy in the valley.
We were pleasantly surprised that it wasn't horrible driving through the mountians. Yes, we had to be careful and slow down at times...but once we hit Park City the snow pretty much cleared up. It was a beautiful overcast day. The clouds were amazing with little sprinkles the rest of the drive to Rock Springs.
Once there we scoped out the room she was going to be interviewed in. (For the Superior Scholarship...smart girl). We walked around the campus a little, found the theater where we were going to watch The Music Man later that night, and arranged for a tour of housing. We had a great time. Her interview went very well. We went to lunch. We went and saw the wild mustang viewing area. Tried to talk Steve into letting us adopt one! ;-) Did you know they are only $185 to adopt one. :-O I know...that's a fairly deceiving price when you take into account all that goes into caring for a horse. I was teasing Steve...but man what a dream come true. Anywho...we went to a movie and a small dinner. (Passing time until The Music Man). Took a brisk, windy, walk on a walking path at the school. We thought it would be a quick little walk into nature but holy cow...it went around the ball fields and then out into the middle of nowhere. OH...Jaz had cell service the whole time. She only tripped on the trail 4-5 times while she was texting. BUT unfortunately for me it was not really in the middle of nowhere. I had to go potty in a major way and could see traffic in the distance almost everywhere we were. When the cactus plants started looking like Porta-Potty's we decided to turn around and go back the way we came.
We had decided over the course of the day that the show would be a major deciding factor if the musical theatre program there was "up to snuff". She is having a hard time choosing which school to go to. The actual theatre was a little smaller than another school she is looking at but the show was fantastic!! We had made a pact that if the show wasn't very good we would leave at intermission. When the time came there was no doubt we were staying for the rest of the show. Getting home earlier be danged!!!
When we left the weather was windy and cold in Rock Springs...and very dark! I got turned around once and added an extra 15 minutes to our trip home...but all was well. I had been fully loaded with caffiene throughout the day. The weather was great...nothing to worry about. We were flying along and I was thinking "we will make good time home...yippee".
I missed an exit for a potty stop in Evanstan and then crossed the border into Utah...straight into a wall of fog. Traffic was down to thirty-five to forty. AND the roads were dark, wet and the lines were very difficult to see. Needless to say our trip was lengthened. At one point in the fog there was a deer on the right side of the road. Just standing on the white line...almost thumbing (or hoofing) for a ride it seemed. I might have stopped for him if I had seen him earlier. :-) Finally drove out of the fog into more drizzle. Wet roads do not make me happy. I can't see the lines and it makes me a white knuckle driver.
Finally found a potty stop in Heber...although we had to back track to it (again) because the familiar gas station was closed for the night. We saw a couple toasted women and tried to get back on the road in front of them to avoid the drunk driving. Off we go, feeling good about the last leg of the trip...tired and ready to be home. I guess it was so late that as we came around Deer Creek I got a little discombuberated. I had no idea if we had crossed the dam or not. Turns out we hadn't...but I did see 3 more deer on the left side of the road. All spaced out like a police speeding trap. Don't deer sleep at night? Sheesh!
Finally around 2:10 Jasmine and I roll to a stop at home! Thank goodness...safe, sound, tired and strung out on caffiene.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Darn seatbelt rules...
Isabella was very excited the day we took the harness belt out of her car seat and she was allowed to sit in the car seat with a regular belt. Whooo hoooo...big girl status was reached!!! It's a milestone for a 4 year old.
The problem we've recently been having is she likes to take the shoulder belt and put it UNDER her arm instead of over the top of her shoulder. It doesn't bother her or cut into her neck or anything. She just likes to be able to reach "stuff" around her...especially the window controls. I don't mind the reaching stuff. I do mind not having the buckle on properly.
On today's trip to the dr for McKenzie...in Salt Lake, I had to get after Bella at least 5 times about keeping the belt on the safe way. I have explained. I have threatened. I have cajoled. I have demanded...but that darn belt does not stay where it was meant to be.
We have a "spanking offenses rule" in our family...since Chelsea was a toddler. It is this: You get a spanking if you do something that can hurt you or someone else. That's the rule. You know...for running out in the street. Punching your cousin and knocking his tooth out. Jumping off the top bunk. Dangerous stuff. Not wearing your seltbelt sort of falls into the "can hurt you" category. I explained this to Bella and that the consequence of not having it on properly was a spanking. She didn't get it because withing 10 minutes the belt was under her arm again. GAH!!!
We had about 10 minutes until we reached home. I told her that when we got home I was going to have to spank her for not having the belt on. She's never had a spanking before. She started crying and apologizing and trying to bribe me. The whole time I'm thinking, "WHY couldn't she have kept that darn belt on? WHY, oh why? I don't want to spank her". I almost joined in with her tears. Don't they understand we don't want to punish them?
We pulled up in the driveway and she asks me if she can go potty before she gets a spanking. (She didn't really have to go). As I get out of my buckle she hands up a big beautiful white rock she "collected" earlier in the day. She asked if she gave me her rock if I would not punish her. SHEEESH! I got her out of her seat and we had a heart to heart right there at the car. I didn't want to spank my baby. I briefly wondered if Steve would be home soon so he could do it. I figured I better get it over with so she wouldn't have to suffer. Because, frankly, the thought of it is worse than what is usually given. So...I sort of swatted her behind. More like a little tap on the bottom while I was hugging her. I just couldn't bring myself to make it hurt.
I'm hoping that was enough to make her think.
Although, I could hear her brain saying, "THAT'S it? I worried and cried for THAT? This spanking rule is CAKE!!"
The problem we've recently been having is she likes to take the shoulder belt and put it UNDER her arm instead of over the top of her shoulder. It doesn't bother her or cut into her neck or anything. She just likes to be able to reach "stuff" around her...especially the window controls. I don't mind the reaching stuff. I do mind not having the buckle on properly.
On today's trip to the dr for McKenzie...in Salt Lake, I had to get after Bella at least 5 times about keeping the belt on the safe way. I have explained. I have threatened. I have cajoled. I have demanded...but that darn belt does not stay where it was meant to be.
We have a "spanking offenses rule" in our family...since Chelsea was a toddler. It is this: You get a spanking if you do something that can hurt you or someone else. That's the rule. You know...for running out in the street. Punching your cousin and knocking his tooth out. Jumping off the top bunk. Dangerous stuff. Not wearing your seltbelt sort of falls into the "can hurt you" category. I explained this to Bella and that the consequence of not having it on properly was a spanking. She didn't get it because withing 10 minutes the belt was under her arm again. GAH!!!
We had about 10 minutes until we reached home. I told her that when we got home I was going to have to spank her for not having the belt on. She's never had a spanking before. She started crying and apologizing and trying to bribe me. The whole time I'm thinking, "WHY couldn't she have kept that darn belt on? WHY, oh why? I don't want to spank her". I almost joined in with her tears. Don't they understand we don't want to punish them?
We pulled up in the driveway and she asks me if she can go potty before she gets a spanking. (She didn't really have to go). As I get out of my buckle she hands up a big beautiful white rock she "collected" earlier in the day. She asked if she gave me her rock if I would not punish her. SHEEESH! I got her out of her seat and we had a heart to heart right there at the car. I didn't want to spank my baby. I briefly wondered if Steve would be home soon so he could do it. I figured I better get it over with so she wouldn't have to suffer. Because, frankly, the thought of it is worse than what is usually given. So...I sort of swatted her behind. More like a little tap on the bottom while I was hugging her. I just couldn't bring myself to make it hurt.
I'm hoping that was enough to make her think.
Although, I could hear her brain saying, "THAT'S it? I worried and cried for THAT? This spanking rule is CAKE!!"
Kenzi's ankle
We went to the orthopedic surgeon today to have McKenzie's fractured ankle checked out. She fractured this ankle in the exact same spot in October 2007...made for a really fun family reunion at Zion's National Park. She was a real trooper "crutching" all the trails that she could!
She refractured it on March 8th in gym class. Poor kid...but was only on crutches for a week and boot cast for 7 weeks. We had to go to the orthopedic surgeon because it wasn't healing properly. Yippeeeeeee....she does not need surgery. What a relief. It has not healed properly but when palpated it was not painful. So, the dr decided she is good to go...in a brace for the next several months and during any activity after that. FOREVER!!!!! Unless, of course, she starts feeling pain or tweaks it. Then back to dr she goes...and my feeling is she'll need surgery at that point. We'll see. Or better yet she will never have a problem with it again. We can hope.
A day in the life of Kenz.
She refractured it on March 8th in gym class. Poor kid...but was only on crutches for a week and boot cast for 7 weeks. We had to go to the orthopedic surgeon because it wasn't healing properly. Yippeeeeeee....she does not need surgery. What a relief. It has not healed properly but when palpated it was not painful. So, the dr decided she is good to go...in a brace for the next several months and during any activity after that. FOREVER!!!!! Unless, of course, she starts feeling pain or tweaks it. Then back to dr she goes...and my feeling is she'll need surgery at that point. We'll see. Or better yet she will never have a problem with it again. We can hope.
A day in the life of Kenz.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Bella's garden
Isabella was quite overjoyed when she discovered the water spigot out front was working. We turn if off for the winter. Steve had turned it on a while ago but she had not discovered this fact until today.
We were in the driveway playing with bubbles and she found a little bucket in the garage. One of her water toys from last year. She (and Josie) like to help me weed around grandmother's roses and flowers. Bella, basically, gets a little shovel and creates a pile of dirt from the flower area onto the driveway. It's all good...we just sweep it back in and occasionally replant a little crocus bulb.
Bella was running from the water spigot, across a little bit of grass, across the driveway, to the roses and her pile of dirt. She was yelling the whole time, "Mom, I'm watering my garden". I figured all was well and the dirt pile could use some water. I got distracted and when I looked up Josie was standing in a puddle of water. I said, "Hey, how did Josie get all wet Bella? Did you make a puddle for her to stand in?" She said, "No mom, she needs to grow so I watered her!"
Well...of course she does! I tried to explain that Josie needs her water to be on the inside in order to grow...but they both thought it was more fun this way. So be it!
As a side note...Josie was quite taken with Bella's garden pile of mud. I turned around to Josie yelling at me. Her hands were covered with mud and her mouth was full. Turns out she needed me to come running to get the "ucky" mud from her mouth in order to decide it was quite delicious and swallow the whole mouthful. Sheesh!
We were in the driveway playing with bubbles and she found a little bucket in the garage. One of her water toys from last year. She (and Josie) like to help me weed around grandmother's roses and flowers. Bella, basically, gets a little shovel and creates a pile of dirt from the flower area onto the driveway. It's all good...we just sweep it back in and occasionally replant a little crocus bulb.
Bella was running from the water spigot, across a little bit of grass, across the driveway, to the roses and her pile of dirt. She was yelling the whole time, "Mom, I'm watering my garden". I figured all was well and the dirt pile could use some water. I got distracted and when I looked up Josie was standing in a puddle of water. I said, "Hey, how did Josie get all wet Bella? Did you make a puddle for her to stand in?" She said, "No mom, she needs to grow so I watered her!"
Well...of course she does! I tried to explain that Josie needs her water to be on the inside in order to grow...but they both thought it was more fun this way. So be it!
As a side note...Josie was quite taken with Bella's garden pile of mud. I turned around to Josie yelling at me. Her hands were covered with mud and her mouth was full. Turns out she needed me to come running to get the "ucky" mud from her mouth in order to decide it was quite delicious and swallow the whole mouthful. Sheesh!
The Wiggles and Prophets.
Didn't think you'd ever see those 2 words in the same sentence did ya?
If you have small children you know who the Wiggles are. An Australian group of 4 fella's who have a show for little kids. Lots of singing and dancing..."fruit salad...yummy, yummy"!
We actually don't watch the Wiggles all that often but the other day Bella decided they were cool and so we watched them. They were doing this cute song about dress up's and how you can dress up and "be" different people. Bella was watching this and naming off all the things they dressed up as..."doctor, fireman....". They came to a spot that they were dressed in tuxes. They looked quite dashing if I do say so myself. Those Wiggles clean up real good.
When they got to this spot with the tuxes, Bella hesitated for a fraction of a second and said, "Prophets, they are dressing up to be prophets"! (big smile). I thought about it for a second and we did just see Conference a couple weeks ago and the men who spoke did look quite dashing in nice suits. :-)
It just amazes me the leaps kids can make!
If you have small children you know who the Wiggles are. An Australian group of 4 fella's who have a show for little kids. Lots of singing and dancing..."fruit salad...yummy, yummy"!
We actually don't watch the Wiggles all that often but the other day Bella decided they were cool and so we watched them. They were doing this cute song about dress up's and how you can dress up and "be" different people. Bella was watching this and naming off all the things they dressed up as..."doctor, fireman....". They came to a spot that they were dressed in tuxes. They looked quite dashing if I do say so myself. Those Wiggles clean up real good.
When they got to this spot with the tuxes, Bella hesitated for a fraction of a second and said, "Prophets, they are dressing up to be prophets"! (big smile). I thought about it for a second and we did just see Conference a couple weeks ago and the men who spoke did look quite dashing in nice suits. :-)
It just amazes me the leaps kids can make!
Monday, April 19, 2010
Little Josie's Biting Toy
Ok...I have found that I am quite an affectionate mom. Especially to my little ones....although my older girls get their snuggles in as well (THAT is a different story). Bella is a major snuggle bug and I love it. Sometimes she wakes up and sits on my lap and says, "Ma ma, this is a snuggle day"! I love snuggle days.
Since Josie was born and able to express her wishes a little, it has become apparent that we have a tiny bit of a problem. Bella love, love, loves to snuggle Josie. Josie for the most part hate, hate, hates for Bella to snuggle her. Josie will be 2 years old in the middle of June. From early on when Bella would snuggle her Josie would scream at her, hit her, pinch her, and now bite her. You would think that Bella would be hesitant to want to snuggle her Josie...but she just keeps getting on that bike. Short memory? Resilient? Compassionate? I'm voting those...it couldn't be that she enjoys pain or that she is lacking in common sense. It really couldn't. She is one of the most sensitive caring little kidlets I've ever met!
Here is the main problem: Bella is constantly touching Josie's face. She doesn't just touch Josie's face...she holds Josie's face. Which is not so good because Josie's face has a mouth...and there are sharp little teeth in there. These are daily things said in my home, "Bella, stop touching Josie's face!" "Bella, really stop touching Josie's face!" "You CAN touch her feet...or her back or an arm!" "Bella, STOP....oh, sweetie...I know it hurts." And just to be fair there is a lot of this too: "Josie, no no!" "Josie, that is an owie...we do not bite!" "Josie, that is not ok!" You get the idea, right?
One day as I was consoling Bella and trying to explain to her how when she's feeling lovey and snuggly that she needs to not touch Josie's face...do you know what I realized I was doing? Horror! I was touching Bella's face. Then like one of those weird crazy mind things that happen I realized that since Bella was born I touch her face. When I pass her in the hall, I reach out and cup her cheek...just a quick little "love you" touch. I touch her head. It was such a blessing to finally get her and she was healthy and wonderful that I used to reach out and touch her just to make sure she was real. As a matter of fact, when I reach my hand out to touch her she will lay her cheek in my hand. The difference between her and me is that my touch is a quick little "love you" touch. Bella has not learned the art of "quick" yet. She just wants to love Josie with a "love you" touch that can end in a "love you squish your face to death" touch.
So, while I console myself that she will eventually learn how to make quick "love you" touches, stop touching Josie's face, learn to move lickedy split fast, or Josie will give up and let Bella love and squish her face all she wants, I feel the guilt of knowing I made this situation. I created Josie a real live biting toy. Wasn't that nice of me?
A side note here: As Josie has gotten older she has allowed Bella to hug her. She will even seek out a hug from time to time. Those times melt my heart! She runs through the house saying "Berrla" and "Where are you?" (in baby words!) It's just those darn face touches that get Belle into trouble! Some day I can just hear Bella thanking me for being so affectionate...when she's trying to apply makeup over the bite scars!
Since Josie was born and able to express her wishes a little, it has become apparent that we have a tiny bit of a problem. Bella love, love, loves to snuggle Josie. Josie for the most part hate, hate, hates for Bella to snuggle her. Josie will be 2 years old in the middle of June. From early on when Bella would snuggle her Josie would scream at her, hit her, pinch her, and now bite her. You would think that Bella would be hesitant to want to snuggle her Josie...but she just keeps getting on that bike. Short memory? Resilient? Compassionate? I'm voting those...it couldn't be that she enjoys pain or that she is lacking in common sense. It really couldn't. She is one of the most sensitive caring little kidlets I've ever met!
Here is the main problem: Bella is constantly touching Josie's face. She doesn't just touch Josie's face...she holds Josie's face. Which is not so good because Josie's face has a mouth...and there are sharp little teeth in there. These are daily things said in my home, "Bella, stop touching Josie's face!" "Bella, really stop touching Josie's face!" "You CAN touch her feet...or her back or an arm!" "Bella, STOP....oh, sweetie...I know it hurts." And just to be fair there is a lot of this too: "Josie, no no!" "Josie, that is an owie...we do not bite!" "Josie, that is not ok!" You get the idea, right?
One day as I was consoling Bella and trying to explain to her how when she's feeling lovey and snuggly that she needs to not touch Josie's face...do you know what I realized I was doing? Horror! I was touching Bella's face. Then like one of those weird crazy mind things that happen I realized that since Bella was born I touch her face. When I pass her in the hall, I reach out and cup her cheek...just a quick little "love you" touch. I touch her head. It was such a blessing to finally get her and she was healthy and wonderful that I used to reach out and touch her just to make sure she was real. As a matter of fact, when I reach my hand out to touch her she will lay her cheek in my hand. The difference between her and me is that my touch is a quick little "love you" touch. Bella has not learned the art of "quick" yet. She just wants to love Josie with a "love you" touch that can end in a "love you squish your face to death" touch.
So, while I console myself that she will eventually learn how to make quick "love you" touches, stop touching Josie's face, learn to move lickedy split fast, or Josie will give up and let Bella love and squish her face all she wants, I feel the guilt of knowing I made this situation. I created Josie a real live biting toy. Wasn't that nice of me?
A side note here: As Josie has gotten older she has allowed Bella to hug her. She will even seek out a hug from time to time. Those times melt my heart! She runs through the house saying "Berrla" and "Where are you?" (in baby words!) It's just those darn face touches that get Belle into trouble! Some day I can just hear Bella thanking me for being so affectionate...when she's trying to apply makeup over the bite scars!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Do your socks match?
Our oldest 3 children have had to do their own laundry for several years now. Steve did/does the majority of the wash...bless his soul...and he got tired of them always bringing their "must have done TONIGHT" clothes to him. So...the new family law came to be: Teenagers, do your OWN laundry.
Chelsea and to a lesser degree Jasmine have always had sock issues. Of course, they rarely wash the laundry as it comes. They save it until there are 15 loads and it takes 2 solid days of washing. Oh...the folding and putting away was/is/probably always will be an issue too. (I've tried threatening, bribing, taking big trash bags in the room and collecting all laundry on floor...then they have to "earn" it back. Or I give it away...which kills me because those darn clothes are worth hard earned money!) I've got two more little ones that will be growing into teenagers so any idea's on getting teenagers to fold and put away clothes would be appreciated! That's beside the point...on to my observation.
Chelsea, especially, could care less who's socks she was wearing. I'm assuming the socks were generally clean. But Chelsea used to drive her sisters insane taking their socks especially without asking. I noticed over the years that Chelsea frequently would be wearing mismatched socks. Many times not her own! I asked her about it and she sort of shrugged and said something like, "I don't care if my socks match. I just reach in the pile and get what I get". WHAAAT? Did I raise you to be a mismatched sock wearer? I think not. My small degree of obsessive/compusiveness used to drive me nuts about this.
It's gotten a lot better since Chels went off to college and I don't have to see her walking around in mismatched socks every day. Perhaps...my mom brain is thinking...that she has outgrown that tendancy. Today Chelsea called and asked me if I could take her to work. It worked out in my schedule to do that so sure, no problem. We pulled up to her work and as I am waiting for her to enter safely into the building I happened to notice the cute shorts she was wearing. And then my eyes were drawn down to one aqua colored sock and one white sock! "Sheeesh!" I thought as I banged my head repeatedly on the steering wheel.
Chelsea and to a lesser degree Jasmine have always had sock issues. Of course, they rarely wash the laundry as it comes. They save it until there are 15 loads and it takes 2 solid days of washing. Oh...the folding and putting away was/is/probably always will be an issue too. (I've tried threatening, bribing, taking big trash bags in the room and collecting all laundry on floor...then they have to "earn" it back. Or I give it away...which kills me because those darn clothes are worth hard earned money!) I've got two more little ones that will be growing into teenagers so any idea's on getting teenagers to fold and put away clothes would be appreciated! That's beside the point...on to my observation.
Chelsea, especially, could care less who's socks she was wearing. I'm assuming the socks were generally clean. But Chelsea used to drive her sisters insane taking their socks especially without asking. I noticed over the years that Chelsea frequently would be wearing mismatched socks. Many times not her own! I asked her about it and she sort of shrugged and said something like, "I don't care if my socks match. I just reach in the pile and get what I get". WHAAAT? Did I raise you to be a mismatched sock wearer? I think not. My small degree of obsessive/compusiveness used to drive me nuts about this.
It's gotten a lot better since Chels went off to college and I don't have to see her walking around in mismatched socks every day. Perhaps...my mom brain is thinking...that she has outgrown that tendancy. Today Chelsea called and asked me if I could take her to work. It worked out in my schedule to do that so sure, no problem. We pulled up to her work and as I am waiting for her to enter safely into the building I happened to notice the cute shorts she was wearing. And then my eyes were drawn down to one aqua colored sock and one white sock! "Sheeesh!" I thought as I banged my head repeatedly on the steering wheel.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Marriage...at age 4.
Okay...I'm not promoting underage marriage! The other day Bella (age 4), Jasmine (age 17) and I were in the car driving along. Out of the blue Bella says, "Mom, I have an idea. We need to make Chelsea (age 19) a husband!!" I kind of snickered a little...you have to know Chelsea to see the humor in this. Some day she's gonna fall in love and she will be all mushy and stuff. Until then she's a "look don't touch kind of girl".
Anyway...Bella has been a little obsessed with marriage lately. I can't tell you how many times I've had to be her prince during make believe. Also, she has admitted to wanting to marry her cousin Alan (who plainly said, "No way"). Bella's first heart break! But then Reed (her other cousin) said, "Sure" when she asked him. Okay...she's gone on from there to admitting she wants to marry Diego from the TV show Go Diego Go. Most recently she's watched one of my favorite shows Holmes on Homes and said (about Mike Holmes), "I want to marry that guy." What's a mom supposed to do?
So, she's wanting to "make" Chelsea a husband. I said, "Wow, OK...what's he going to look like?" And she replies, "He's going to have a hundred legs." Oh...wow...that was unexpected! I laughed and said, "What else is he going to look like?" She goes on to tell me that he will have 4 arms, but only 2 eyes, 2 ears, and a mouth. I asked her if he would be tall or short...she said, "about daddy's size". I was really trying to picture this. The other drivers around were probably wondering why I had a big old grin on my face. I said, "What color hair?" Of course thinking brown, black, or blonde. I was voting she'd say blonde. She said "Green and long". I then asked, "What color eyes, baby?" To top off Chelsea's dream boat husband-to-be Bella said, "Yellow, yellow is my favorite color!" Yes, yes it is!
Side note...a few days later I saw Chelsea at Wal-mart. I told her about the husband Bella "made" for her. She thought it was sweet that Bella was looking out for her interests...although she wasn't too sure about marrying a centipede! She actually guffawed when I got to the green hair and yellow eyes. She said, "Wow, I love green hair". Hmmmm.
Anyway...Bella has been a little obsessed with marriage lately. I can't tell you how many times I've had to be her prince during make believe. Also, she has admitted to wanting to marry her cousin Alan (who plainly said, "No way"). Bella's first heart break! But then Reed (her other cousin) said, "Sure" when she asked him. Okay...she's gone on from there to admitting she wants to marry Diego from the TV show Go Diego Go. Most recently she's watched one of my favorite shows Holmes on Homes and said (about Mike Holmes), "I want to marry that guy." What's a mom supposed to do?
So, she's wanting to "make" Chelsea a husband. I said, "Wow, OK...what's he going to look like?" And she replies, "He's going to have a hundred legs." Oh...wow...that was unexpected! I laughed and said, "What else is he going to look like?" She goes on to tell me that he will have 4 arms, but only 2 eyes, 2 ears, and a mouth. I asked her if he would be tall or short...she said, "about daddy's size". I was really trying to picture this. The other drivers around were probably wondering why I had a big old grin on my face. I said, "What color hair?" Of course thinking brown, black, or blonde. I was voting she'd say blonde. She said "Green and long". I then asked, "What color eyes, baby?" To top off Chelsea's dream boat husband-to-be Bella said, "Yellow, yellow is my favorite color!" Yes, yes it is!
Side note...a few days later I saw Chelsea at Wal-mart. I told her about the husband Bella "made" for her. She thought it was sweet that Bella was looking out for her interests...although she wasn't too sure about marrying a centipede! She actually guffawed when I got to the green hair and yellow eyes. She said, "Wow, I love green hair". Hmmmm.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Celebration!
I just wanted to write a couple of things that have happened lately. Easter Sunday....can't wait...loads of fun for the kids. It started out great but we ended up in the urgent care by 10:30 a.m. Poor Bella had/has a urinary tract infection. Quite a painful ordeal for anyone but for a 4 year old...
Needless to say she tried to avoid the bathroom at all costs. SO...we get the antibiotic and hope it takes away the pain...nothing happened first day. Still painful. Second day...still painful...I call the dr and the dr says: (are you hearing the little tune to that statement..."momma called the dr and the dr says...no more monkeys jumping on the bed). Ok...sorry, I digress. I called the dr to see if we could get the handy dandy pill that colors your urine bright florescent orange/yellow. Like eating a zillion fireflies who are in safety orange jackets and having a potty break. (I haven't personally tried that ...it's just where my imagination takes me). SO, we get the wonder pill that will stain your counter tops by the way. Mix it in a little applesauce or yogurt because she has never swallowed a pill before. And voila...we are hoping for pain free. NOPE.
It took 2 more days to have an effect. And here is the part I was getting to that I want to remember. Bella wakes up one morning jumping and doing a major potty dance. "Momma I have to pee!!" She is not liking the idea because it has hurt so badly. I go in with her to wipe...because things will stain bright orange/yellow and makes a mess. Plus I go give her moral support because dang it...it hurts. Anyway...she sits down and starts to cringe expecting pain and way so cool there is no pain. (relatively speaking here) And do you know what that sweet little girls says to me? She says, "MOM!!!!!! It didn't hurt!! Today is a day of celebration all day because my pee pee didn't hurt!!!!"
I just had to chuckle at that. I hugged her and said, "It sure is baby!!"
Needless to say she tried to avoid the bathroom at all costs. SO...we get the antibiotic and hope it takes away the pain...nothing happened first day. Still painful. Second day...still painful...I call the dr and the dr says: (are you hearing the little tune to that statement..."momma called the dr and the dr says...no more monkeys jumping on the bed). Ok...sorry, I digress. I called the dr to see if we could get the handy dandy pill that colors your urine bright florescent orange/yellow. Like eating a zillion fireflies who are in safety orange jackets and having a potty break. (I haven't personally tried that ...it's just where my imagination takes me). SO, we get the wonder pill that will stain your counter tops by the way. Mix it in a little applesauce or yogurt because she has never swallowed a pill before. And voila...we are hoping for pain free. NOPE.
It took 2 more days to have an effect. And here is the part I was getting to that I want to remember. Bella wakes up one morning jumping and doing a major potty dance. "Momma I have to pee!!" She is not liking the idea because it has hurt so badly. I go in with her to wipe...because things will stain bright orange/yellow and makes a mess. Plus I go give her moral support because dang it...it hurts. Anyway...she sits down and starts to cringe expecting pain and way so cool there is no pain. (relatively speaking here) And do you know what that sweet little girls says to me? She says, "MOM!!!!!! It didn't hurt!! Today is a day of celebration all day because my pee pee didn't hurt!!!!"
I just had to chuckle at that. I hugged her and said, "It sure is baby!!"
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