Flu shot status

I put them off. I go back and forth about them every year. Here's the breakdown so far:

#1. Steve! He wins. First one done. It was a work thing. They get the vaccine in and go around the clinic giving all employee's the shot. Whoot! Good job Steve. I think I would have found a way to avoid it. :-)

#2 Chelsea (over 18...tried as an adult) flat out refused. No way Jose! She got sick once from the flu shot and has refused AMA since then. Stubborn.

#3. Bella and Josie. 2nd and 3rd done. Bella's having some neck issues so she was at the pediatrician. They asked if the kids had shots yet...uh...no. We scheduled the next available shot clinic a couple weeks later. Bella had lots of time to think about it and had worked herself into a tizzy. She hate, hate, hates shots. As a matter of fact, she threw up the morning we were scheduled. Thank the Lord shot clinics are Saturdays...because Steve could go with us. NICE! So much easier to take kidlets in separately. In the car on the way to Dr's office she was threatening to throw up again. Not, "Hey mom, if you make me go I'll throw up!" It was more like, "MOOOOOM, I have to throw up! AHH!" Steve was driving so I jump in the back seat with the only available catching apparatus...a left over clean pull up from Josie's potty training days. Not like it's going to help too much with leg holes. But you do what you gotta do. Fortunately, she didn't throw up.

We got to the office. As a precaution, I let them know she had no fever, no lack of eating or drinking, no sickies...but that she had thrown up. I thought perhaps it might be stress related. (thumbs up there) They checked her out. She passed because the nurse said, "So, who's first?" Bella ran out to the waiting room...like lightening. So...that meant Josie was first. I got Josie. Steve got Bella. YES!!!!!!! I scored on that one. Josie sat on my lap and looked innocently at the nurse. Got the shot, had some insult, tears, and moved on. I took her to the waiting room and Steve took Bella back to the room.

They didn't get two feet out of the waiting room when the panicked voice started. Kind of a low..."nooooooooooooo". Steve was kind of dragging her a litte by that point. They got into the room and I'm thinking she saw the tray. High pitched panicked whiney voice and crying. "I doooooonnnnnn't waaaaaaant a shot." I'm not sure what actually happened because Josie and I were contentedly sitting in the waiting room playing with the train. I shouldn't have been happy, but I was. I wasn't the one getting my eardrums pierced while keeping her from committing kamakazi murder/suicide this time. Josie did stop once when she heard high pitched screeching and thrashing about. She looked toward the commotion and said, "Is Bella ok?" "Oh yeah baby...ah...she's not happy." (duh)

They came out lickety split. Bella took some time to compose herself and forgive all involved in the insult and promplty asked if we could go get her special "I'm going to be brave getting my shot" treat. Well...slap me silly...what are you gonna do? Don't want to make it worse by denying the "brave" treat. (Oreo McFlurry from McDonald's).

#4. Colleen. You can pay me to have one. I was trying to hold out for the research clinic that would pay you to get the shot. Unfortunately, they closed the study. I was going to wait patiently until it opened up again...next year maybe? Until we were at Steve's work getting Bella's physical therapy (for her neck). When Pieter (her PT) was done Bella asked him if he could give her mom her flu shot. Side swiped...dang it. Pieter looked quite surprised and said he wouldn't know where to put it. (I can think of some places...just saying). She said her daddy knew how to give shots. A couple years ago he brought home all our vaccine's and gave us all flu shots. Made an impression on Bella. I think she did scream and flung the needle across the room. We never did find it. Heebie jeebie dance. Bella was adament I get my shot-by golly. Steve had that "ba ha ha ha, busted" look in his eye and arranged my flu shot. As I put on my brave face and went to get my shot Bella shuddered a little and assured me she would be there when I got done. Sweet girl. Grumble, grumble. I had to get the shot and I didn't get paid. Because it was at Steve's work it was free. So, next best thing I suppose.

#5. Jaz (over 18, tried as adult) refused as well...until she thought she could get paid to do it. :-) Study closed. More refusal. Stubborn.

#6. Kenzi....pending. (Until I can get her to dad's work or he brings one home for her!)

Josie...chiropractor

I took Josie (3 1/2 years) to the chiropractor today. Background: Josie has chronic sinus infections. Been tested for allergies to all things living and not. Been on antibiotics forever and still gets sinus infections. I finally found a chiropractor I was comfortable adjusting my children (Dr. Andersen...btw!).

It works wonderfully for her. (He does "tick tocks" and "popcorn". Anywho...

I took her in today because post nasal drip gagging has returned. Before he adjusted her she put her hand out and stopped him and said, "You be gentle, dude".

LOL...it was really funny.

Oh how the personalities differ...

I was outside raking rocks the other day....seem to do that frequently...we HAD a rock farm. Glorious day=SOD!! SOD rocks!!!!

Bella and Josie were with me while I was doing some last minute raking of the rocks to get the ground ready for the sod coming later that morning. Belle says, "oh stop mom...I saw a rock shaped like a heart!" She proceeded to dig through the rocks until she found the magical heart shaped rock. "Mama, I found the heart shaped rock!!" Getting excited for her I told her how rare and special it was to find a heart shaped rock.

Not wanting to be outdone by her big sister...or maybe not wanting to feel left out of the rare and magical rock finding. Josie started digging through the rocks. Success! She ran to me with a rock in her hand. Excitedly exclaiming, "Mama, I found a poop rock!" I took a look. Yep, it really was a poop shaped rock. I laughed and let her know that she had a rare and magical rock too.

Bella's stage of life: dreams can come true. There is magic in the world.

Josie's stage of life: potty training.

Osmosis...cooking fairy....Rumplestisken

I just wanted to know if anyone else out there buys a cookbook hoping that the deliciousness will end up on your table. I'm hoping for osmosis...Rumplestilsken, or some little cooking fairy. :-)

I'll let you know if that happens. I'll be singing "Oh Happy Day"!

Horse Named Charlie

I'm just reminding myself of this. We were in the car the other day after walking for a little bit and Bella said to me, "Moma...I have a horse in my leg and his name's Charlie!" I just laughed. SOOOO funny.

She has since had The Horse Named Charlie in her arm, other leg, and head. :-)

Paper airplanes

Bella wanted a paper airplane a week or so ago. I stink at paper airplanes. My sister and I tried to make them when we were kids...they never worked...at all. We couldn't figure out what all the hub bub was about them. So totally not fun.

Since I knew I couldn't make one I found a "how to" book at the library. It took me 2 weeks of perusing the book to finally decide to get down to business and make one. It took me an hour and a half, 7-8 attempts, a glimmer of why these are fun, and several almost swear words...and I still had not made one (from the beginner section) that actually worked well. During that hour and a half Steve and Kenzi had to duck and cover several times. (I had to test each one repeatedly. I was running all over the place. They were fond of going down the stairs, into my plant, the sink, dive bombing straight down, going straight up and right back at me...or whoever was behind me [Steve]. Behind the computer desk where I smacked my head on the wall in my haste to recover said fragile flower.) They seemed especially fond of seeking Steve out. I was so totally not aiming at him either. I even stood right next to him and threw so they wouldn't come back and whack him in the face. But they still did. :-/ I even made only the blunt-ended ones so it wouldn't hurt so much when they did their Steve-seeking. AND I figured if the little kidlets were throwing them and the planes were directionally challenged that perhaps there would be less tears with the blunt ends. (I'm a thinker.)

After one of my frustrated exclamations Steve said, "Give me a piece of paper." Turns out he made the dang things when he was a kid. It took him like 30 seconds to remember how to do it and he made 3. Chelsea and Jasmine...I think my "Chucky face" might have made an appearance there. *Colleen smacks head repeatedly against wall...then starts smacking Steve's head against wall as well. :-)

They were a lot of fun though...later after frustration ebbed. We'll see how Bella does with them tomorrow.

The things kids learn these days...

Texting!!!! Why, oh why can't we just call? Shame on me for saying that...I feel so antiquated. :-) Tangent: It was kind of nice in the "old days" when you didn't hear from someone you knew they couldn't afford the long distance charge or they just got busy and didn't have time to call (because phones used to be tethered to the wall ya know?). So many reasons not to get a call.

No writing letters...make a call. No calls...you can text. No texts...um...ESP?...you don't like me? Oh, I know...CAN'T text I have carpal tunnel! Yeah, that's it. :-) Heavy sigh of remembrance of the "old days".

Ok...un-tangent. The things kids learn. Specifically, Bella and Josie and text alert sounds! My little girlie's have learned to hum Beethoven's Fifth, TransSiberian Orchestra, and several other classical-type artists. We even went online to learn about some of these composers. We were in the car one day. I was flipping through stations and Bella said, "Hey mom, that was Mozart!" Sniffle! I am so proud!

Josie has learned that "There's no crying is baseball!" (A League of Their Own) And that someone named "goose" always wants to "talk to me". (From Top Gun..."Talk to me Goose!")

They both have been known to say "It's so fluffy!!!! Does this count as annoying?"...and they start smacking their cheeks making "annoying" noises. (Despicable Me).

They can both go "beer da near near near near near near..da near near near near near" (song from Robin Hood animated movie...where Robin Hood is a fox. Little John's a bear. Prince John is an annoying Lion who sucks his thumb)

They can even sing the Tigger theme song!

No problem! They're learning and memorizing...this is good. As soon as my phone goes off I hear them mimicking what they hear...what a fun learning tool.

I got a sound the other day. It made me laugh so hard I almost cried. I changed my text sound immediately. It's a little Irish leprechaun and he says...in his little Irish accent, "Holy crap, it's a text." I guess you gotta hear it because it SOUNDS way funnier than it types. Except when a 2 year old and 5 year old start saying it. GAH!!!!!!