You know you need to sweep your floors when you are constantly wiping the bottom of your bare feet on your legs to dislodge whatever is glommed on to the bottom of your feet. This morning the closer I got to the kitchen the more frequently I had to stop to wipe my feet. My method of wiping my feet is just to run the bottom of my foot across my shin - it gets the annoying bit of whatever off my foot and keeps my hands clean. Since I'm in the kitchen when this happens I must wash my hands if I touch anything dirty - like the bottom of my feet. It would really gross me out to touch my feet then go and touch clean counter tops with feet contaminated hands. It's too much to stomach.
Whatever I stepped on this morning was particularly sticky - I wiped my right heel on my left shin. Then continued doing what I was doing. After a few more steps I realized that I had either stepped on something again or failed to dislodge the foreign object the first time. If I wasn't busy corralling children and trying to maintain peace - or something resembling peace - I would have pulled out the broom and swept the kitchen. But no, there were kids to feed so the floors would remain dirty.
I was in the dining room when I felt a tickle on my left shin. I bent over to look at why on earth my leg tickled. Then I propped my leg up on a chair to get a closer look because I saw dark red drops on my leg.
What the heck! Blood!
Back to the kitchen to wet a paper towel to clean my leg. Sure enough - I cut my leg several times. I immediately checked my right heel to make sure there wasn't a hunk of glass embedded in a big callous - all clear. So now I had to find a piece of glass in the kitchen. I ordered Gavin to the carpet in the living room and started to sweep the kitchen. I saw a few sparkly bits and when I inspected the pile of pet fur, dirt tracked in from outside and crushed cheerio bits I saw big piece of glass.
Since it was lying flat on the floor when I stepped on it with a hard part of my foot - thank God! That would have hurt if I managed to stab an non-calloused part. It sat there on my heel, nice and secure, for me to slice my leg a few times. The glass must have been super sharp for me to not notice the repetitive cutting across my shin.
Hmm... I think I should go put some antibacterial ointment on it. Kitchen floor, glass, feet... sounds pretty germy.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Melt
My heart is putty in my boys' hands. Just a minute ago I coughed and immediately heard a little voice come down the hallway from the boys' bedroom, "You okay, Mama?"
Two seconds later he was at his doorway, "Kiss it, Mama."
Hmm... it was a total ploy to stay up but how can I say no to a request for a kiss? I went to see what ailing body part needed a kiss. "What needs a kiss, honey," I asked. "Wight dare," he said bending over and pointing to his big toe. I knelt down and kissed his toe then told him it was time to go back to bed.
The little sweetheart called me over to his bed and said, "Mama seep big boy bed." I went over and knelt down next to him and gave him another hug and lots and lots and lots of kisses on his super kissable cheeks. He then said, "I give Mama hug and pat back." Then he put his arm around me and patted my back.
Melt.
Two seconds later he was at his doorway, "Kiss it, Mama."
Hmm... it was a total ploy to stay up but how can I say no to a request for a kiss? I went to see what ailing body part needed a kiss. "What needs a kiss, honey," I asked. "Wight dare," he said bending over and pointing to his big toe. I knelt down and kissed his toe then told him it was time to go back to bed.
The little sweetheart called me over to his bed and said, "Mama seep big boy bed." I went over and knelt down next to him and gave him another hug and lots and lots and lots of kisses on his super kissable cheeks. He then said, "I give Mama hug and pat back." Then he put his arm around me and patted my back.
Melt.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Poopy Day
This morning I went to find my friends baby carrier that she lent me when Theo was a baby. I couldn't find it. Frick! I searched the whole house - every room, every closet. Where on earth could it have gone?
My friend really needed the carrier back since she has a newborn so I had no choice but to go buy a new one. I went to Birth and Beyond on Madison only to find that not only do they not carry the print my friend had but that the manufacturer no longer carried the print so I couldn't even order it for her. But I found out how much a replacement would cost: $90.
Bummer.
I was at a bakery buying said friend cinnamon rolls - they are kind of her "thing" in the post partum period and since I promised homemade cinnamon rolls back when I thought having two kids would somehow get easier when the second one was mobile I figured the least I can do is buy some for her every now and then. Anyhoo, while I was paying for the cinnamon rolls Jessica called me to tell me she found the baby carrier.
I zipped home, got the carrier and delivered it to the friend. Whew.
While I was at her house I told her to throw out the dressing for the salad that I brought over the previous night. I was eating the same salad I gave her family with the same dressing I made the day before when something stabbed me in the roof of my mouth. Ingredients of salad: chickpeas, onion, cucumber, tomatoes and the secret ingredient? Glass!
Yep. I got a shard of glass stuck in the roof of my mouth. It took a while to figure out what it was because as I tried get it out it kept breaking as my tongue fumbled around in my mouth. I, of course, spit out everything I had in my mouth but I couldn't find anything. At that point the glass was too small to see and I didn't know what angle it was at so I didn't feel comfortable trying to fish it out so I went and bought a milkshake.
All ailments lead to milkshakes.
No, really. My reasoning is pretty sound. The cold to help any swelling and the suction to help draw out the glass. And, I was hungry because my dinner was cut short by a piece of glass in my mouth.
As I ate the shake I kept checking the glass very carefully with my tongue. I believed I found the angle the glass went in based on the sharp thing poking me when I felt around for it. Suddenly I felt a really big piece at the top of my mouth. I gently ran my thumb over it and pulled out a piece of glass at least 1/2 inch long.
I felt much better after that. My mouth no longer hurt and I didn't have to decide, call the dentist after hours and will insurance cover that or go to the ER? And if I had to go to the ER and it was busy should I lie about how long ago it happened because I would be afraid of waiting for 6 hours to be treated.
The glass came from our Pyrex food storage containers. This also confirmed that when a couple of months ago Ryan had a piece of glass in his food that it was from our Pyrex. We looked at the bowl he heated up his frozen pre-packaged soup in but couldn't see any fractures or rough edges.
I have since thrown away all of our Pyrex food storage containers.
What are we supposed to use? Glass bowls and ingest glass shards or plastic and expose us to carcinogens? I think I'm going with carcinogens - we'll just wash them on the top rack only and won't heat food in them. Now I get to go buy new food storage containers. Time to do some research.
None of the above have to do with poopy day.
The day was actually pretty good. The boys and I spent the afternoon with a friend in West Seattle. We played in her backyard. Gavin ate all of her Pirate's Booty and her daughter tried to eat all of Theo's sweet potato puffs. Theo tried to eat the wood chips. Boy, did he get mad when I took them away.
We decided to go for a walk to a fruit stand. I grabbed Gavin from the jungle gym. I smelled something unpleasant.
"Are you poopy?"
Gavin was silent.
I set him down to check his britches and caught a glimpse of my arm - covered in poop.
By covered I mean about the size of a quarter but any amount of poop on one's arm is enough to count as covered.
It went up Gavin's back. There was no way a wipe was going to take care of this mess. Not that I had wipes, or diapers or clean clothes with me.
I packed diapers and wipes - or rather I set them aside to take with me but they never made it into the diaper bag. Bummer. I did, however, bring swim diapers.
The friend offered up her bathroom. I'll spare you the gory details but the clean up required several steps. A diaper in the G's size was offered and a t-shirt from my friend. It went down past his knees so it was pretty cute taking him out on a walk wearing nothin' but a huge t-shirt and sandals. Gavin asked for pants. Poor kiddo. No pants.
Ryan took Gavin to Kids Club at the gym since he loooves it now. I stayed home with Theo while he finished his much needed nap in his car seat in his bedroom. Man, he is heavy! Removing him, plus his car seat, from the van kills. Baby + car seat is at least 45 pounds. Oy.
When he woke up I enjoyed just spending time with him; admiring all of his cuteness. He enjoyed me admiring his cuteness. I kissed and hugged him saying, "You are SO cute!" He responded by giving a big toothy smile which just amplified the cute factor. Man, that kid is ADORABLE!!!
At bedtime Ryan was sitting in the glider with Theo on his lap.
"Ah, man! Theo!"
Poop. Oh, the poop.
Ryan's lap was covered in it.
And by covered I mean covered. c-o-v-e-r-e-d.
We had to do a pre-cleanup before Theo could even be removed from his lap. Then I had to whisk him off to the tub. Then we had another pre-cleanup. But before I could finish the pre-cleanup Theo plopped his little butt down on the bath mat.
One more thing to clean.
Hence it was a poopy day.
My friend really needed the carrier back since she has a newborn so I had no choice but to go buy a new one. I went to Birth and Beyond on Madison only to find that not only do they not carry the print my friend had but that the manufacturer no longer carried the print so I couldn't even order it for her. But I found out how much a replacement would cost: $90.
Bummer.
I was at a bakery buying said friend cinnamon rolls - they are kind of her "thing" in the post partum period and since I promised homemade cinnamon rolls back when I thought having two kids would somehow get easier when the second one was mobile I figured the least I can do is buy some for her every now and then. Anyhoo, while I was paying for the cinnamon rolls Jessica called me to tell me she found the baby carrier.
I zipped home, got the carrier and delivered it to the friend. Whew.
While I was at her house I told her to throw out the dressing for the salad that I brought over the previous night. I was eating the same salad I gave her family with the same dressing I made the day before when something stabbed me in the roof of my mouth. Ingredients of salad: chickpeas, onion, cucumber, tomatoes and the secret ingredient? Glass!
Yep. I got a shard of glass stuck in the roof of my mouth. It took a while to figure out what it was because as I tried get it out it kept breaking as my tongue fumbled around in my mouth. I, of course, spit out everything I had in my mouth but I couldn't find anything. At that point the glass was too small to see and I didn't know what angle it was at so I didn't feel comfortable trying to fish it out so I went and bought a milkshake.
All ailments lead to milkshakes.
No, really. My reasoning is pretty sound. The cold to help any swelling and the suction to help draw out the glass. And, I was hungry because my dinner was cut short by a piece of glass in my mouth.
As I ate the shake I kept checking the glass very carefully with my tongue. I believed I found the angle the glass went in based on the sharp thing poking me when I felt around for it. Suddenly I felt a really big piece at the top of my mouth. I gently ran my thumb over it and pulled out a piece of glass at least 1/2 inch long.
I felt much better after that. My mouth no longer hurt and I didn't have to decide, call the dentist after hours and will insurance cover that or go to the ER? And if I had to go to the ER and it was busy should I lie about how long ago it happened because I would be afraid of waiting for 6 hours to be treated.
The glass came from our Pyrex food storage containers. This also confirmed that when a couple of months ago Ryan had a piece of glass in his food that it was from our Pyrex. We looked at the bowl he heated up his frozen pre-packaged soup in but couldn't see any fractures or rough edges.
I have since thrown away all of our Pyrex food storage containers.
What are we supposed to use? Glass bowls and ingest glass shards or plastic and expose us to carcinogens? I think I'm going with carcinogens - we'll just wash them on the top rack only and won't heat food in them. Now I get to go buy new food storage containers. Time to do some research.
None of the above have to do with poopy day.
The day was actually pretty good. The boys and I spent the afternoon with a friend in West Seattle. We played in her backyard. Gavin ate all of her Pirate's Booty and her daughter tried to eat all of Theo's sweet potato puffs. Theo tried to eat the wood chips. Boy, did he get mad when I took them away.
We decided to go for a walk to a fruit stand. I grabbed Gavin from the jungle gym. I smelled something unpleasant.
"Are you poopy?"
Gavin was silent.
I set him down to check his britches and caught a glimpse of my arm - covered in poop.
By covered I mean about the size of a quarter but any amount of poop on one's arm is enough to count as covered.
It went up Gavin's back. There was no way a wipe was going to take care of this mess. Not that I had wipes, or diapers or clean clothes with me.
I packed diapers and wipes - or rather I set them aside to take with me but they never made it into the diaper bag. Bummer. I did, however, bring swim diapers.
The friend offered up her bathroom. I'll spare you the gory details but the clean up required several steps. A diaper in the G's size was offered and a t-shirt from my friend. It went down past his knees so it was pretty cute taking him out on a walk wearing nothin' but a huge t-shirt and sandals. Gavin asked for pants. Poor kiddo. No pants.
Ryan took Gavin to Kids Club at the gym since he loooves it now. I stayed home with Theo while he finished his much needed nap in his car seat in his bedroom. Man, he is heavy! Removing him, plus his car seat, from the van kills. Baby + car seat is at least 45 pounds. Oy.
When he woke up I enjoyed just spending time with him; admiring all of his cuteness. He enjoyed me admiring his cuteness. I kissed and hugged him saying, "You are SO cute!" He responded by giving a big toothy smile which just amplified the cute factor. Man, that kid is ADORABLE!!!
At bedtime Ryan was sitting in the glider with Theo on his lap.
"Ah, man! Theo!"
Poop. Oh, the poop.
Ryan's lap was covered in it.
And by covered I mean covered. c-o-v-e-r-e-d.
We had to do a pre-cleanup before Theo could even be removed from his lap. Then I had to whisk him off to the tub. Then we had another pre-cleanup. But before I could finish the pre-cleanup Theo plopped his little butt down on the bath mat.
One more thing to clean.
Hence it was a poopy day.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Good Day
I need to write down the events of today so some day, years from now, I can look back on this day and relive the joy that this day was.
The day had a rough start because the night was rough. Theo didn't sleep all that well and I slept even worse. I am taking a new medicine and it has a side effect of winding me up. I slept maybe three hours before Theo was ready to be up for the day at 6 a.m.
Ryan took the boys and let me sleep. I got a solid three and a half hours sleep - it felt late waking up at 11:00 and I was bummed that I missed church but I was glad to have had a little sleep.
Just as I sat down to eat my breakfast I heard commotion at the front door. Instead of going to help Ryan and the boys into the house I opted to inhale my breakfast before Gavin could mooch half of it and Theo freak because he wanted to eat, too, which would lead to me making more food and getting a box of Cheerios out for Theo (to make up for the half + that Gavin would eat).
Ryan had a lot of things he wanted to get done around the house, like painting the stairwell, some yard work, putting up trim, putting up railings, etc., so I took the West Seattle for the annual SummerFest, WestFest, Street fair, whatever its called.
We didn't stay too long since they didn't have the bouncy house like last year. I'm SO glad I didn't promise Gavin a bouncy house experience! That would have been very sad.
When we came home I attempted to put the boys down for naps.
No dice.
So we went for a walk to our local music festival that was going on. The music was kind of blah and Gavin didn't care to dance and the sun was blazing hot so we turned around and headed for home. On our way home we saw Mick the Master Gardner. He said hello from across the street. Gavin said hi back to him. Mick said, "Hello," again. Gavin said, "Bye," and Mick was kind enough to say "bye," too.
My favorite find was at the Tamale stand outside of the coffee shop where I had just had a nice big ol' iced cuppa jo. For $1.50 I got a pork tamale with green sauce. And like the gringo I am I had to ask the girl selling them how you eat them. She tried to not smile. She showed me so I parked Mr. T in the single stroller in front of the coffee shop and Gavin and I parked it some chairs and shared a tamale. When we were done I bought two more. I think they will make an excellent lunch tomorrow.
Seeing as how our excursion lasted all of 30 minutes I suggested we go play in the backyard when we got home. This was the highlight of the day for me. I filled the kiddie pool with water and did a little re-touching on the boys and my own sunblock, set out a blanket and we had a grand time in the back yard. Theo was content to sit on the blanket and try to eat dandelions while Gavin ran around the pool saying, "I jump in," but never going in.
I tried showing Gavin how fun the water was so I stood in the pool. He stood a good 10 feet away over by the fence. I may have intentionally thrown a tiny bit of water in his direction. He didn't really care for that. I told him to come over and pay me back and splash me. Ryan thought I was kind of a bully. Maybe.
But he did eventually come over to the pool. Theo eventually got jealous and started squawking so I stripped him and Gavin down and put them in swim diapers. I was content to let them be naked but since our neighbor across the alley could see into our yard and he has a little girl Ryan didn't think that was cool. I thought his little girl takes her shirt off, they are European and our boys are 2 and 8.5 months. I told Ryan I would wait until he wasn't home before letting them run around the backyard naked.
Bending over and holding Theo in the pool was difficult so I just sat in the pool. Ahhhh. It felt so good. I didn't go change into a swimsuit because that would involve wearing a swimsuit, my neighbor seeing me in a swimsuit and of course, the hassle of taking two wet boys in the house so mom could put on a swim suit..
We spent at least a half an hour playing in the pool. It had to have been longer than 30 minutes. We had so much fun. Theo and Gavin took turns splashing the water; Gavin was better at splashing Theo than Theo was at intentionally splashing Gavin. It was quite the change from last year when Gavin would just stand in the water and hardly move. I was so happy that he was laughing and splashing and having such a good time.
All the while we were having our little pool party Ryan was busy at work. He would pass us by on his way to the garage and he smiled at us. Maybe he was smiling because I was having the most fun. I told him I got my water dogs, after all.
As with most kiddie adventures all good things end in tears. This time it was Theo. I caught him before it became a full on melt down so I prepped Gavin that it was going to be time to go in the house because his brother needed a nap.
"No," was his simple reply.
Ah, nuts. It was going to be a battle.
OR...
Mama just has to offer up his favorite cartoon and a tasty treat to eat.
Sold.
Boz the Bear on the tube and dried apple slices in a little tiny container that he could hold and feel super special about was worth avoiding a battle of wills.
We had Subway for dinner. Gavin said he wanted to go with me to get the sandwiches. I was mildly annoyed at Ryan for a second for asking Gavin if he wanted to go with me. All errands are easier without a toddler in tow. But I'm really glad he came with me.
We took the car which he loves to do because it's different since we normally take the van everywhere. At Subway he asked me to carry him - he likes to watch the sandwiches being made. I set him down so I could pay and as soon as his feet were on the ground he ran over to a booth by a window and made himself comfortable.
"Gavin, c'mon. We're going home to eat these."
"No."
"Daddy's hungry. We need to take this home."
"No," he said, "Eat here."
I started to get annoyed, "Gavin... ah. I suppose we can eat here."
I scooted next to him in the tiny seat and we dug into our sandwiches. I ate my sandwich and he ate 3 bites of his. I put my arm around this skinny little shoulders and kissed the top of his head while he happily swung his legs back and forth. I hope that is something I never forget. That simple happy little moment we shared.
If I had insisted on going home to eat I would have missed those sweet 15 minutes with my boy. Just the two of us. Ryan didn't die of hunger in those 15 minutes. I hope the next time I feel an unimportant battle brewing that I can take a step back and think about what is really important. Of course, one of these days Gavin will be able to say, "Mom, can we eat here?" instead of "No."
And the icing on the cake for today? Gavin went pee pee in the potty - twice! After the first time I gave him a yogurt covered pretzel. He held it in his hand for a couple of minutes before eating it because he had no idea how tasty it was. Later in the evening I asked Gavin sat on the potty again. I told him if there was pee pee or poo poo in the potty when he got up he would get another pretzel.
I really hope this is the start of potty training!
The day had a rough start because the night was rough. Theo didn't sleep all that well and I slept even worse. I am taking a new medicine and it has a side effect of winding me up. I slept maybe three hours before Theo was ready to be up for the day at 6 a.m.
Ryan took the boys and let me sleep. I got a solid three and a half hours sleep - it felt late waking up at 11:00 and I was bummed that I missed church but I was glad to have had a little sleep.
Just as I sat down to eat my breakfast I heard commotion at the front door. Instead of going to help Ryan and the boys into the house I opted to inhale my breakfast before Gavin could mooch half of it and Theo freak because he wanted to eat, too, which would lead to me making more food and getting a box of Cheerios out for Theo (to make up for the half + that Gavin would eat).
Ryan had a lot of things he wanted to get done around the house, like painting the stairwell, some yard work, putting up trim, putting up railings, etc., so I took the West Seattle for the annual SummerFest, WestFest, Street fair, whatever its called.
We didn't stay too long since they didn't have the bouncy house like last year. I'm SO glad I didn't promise Gavin a bouncy house experience! That would have been very sad.
When we came home I attempted to put the boys down for naps.
No dice.
So we went for a walk to our local music festival that was going on. The music was kind of blah and Gavin didn't care to dance and the sun was blazing hot so we turned around and headed for home. On our way home we saw Mick the Master Gardner. He said hello from across the street. Gavin said hi back to him. Mick said, "Hello," again. Gavin said, "Bye," and Mick was kind enough to say "bye," too.
My favorite find was at the Tamale stand outside of the coffee shop where I had just had a nice big ol' iced cuppa jo. For $1.50 I got a pork tamale with green sauce. And like the gringo I am I had to ask the girl selling them how you eat them. She tried to not smile. She showed me so I parked Mr. T in the single stroller in front of the coffee shop and Gavin and I parked it some chairs and shared a tamale. When we were done I bought two more. I think they will make an excellent lunch tomorrow.
Seeing as how our excursion lasted all of 30 minutes I suggested we go play in the backyard when we got home. This was the highlight of the day for me. I filled the kiddie pool with water and did a little re-touching on the boys and my own sunblock, set out a blanket and we had a grand time in the back yard. Theo was content to sit on the blanket and try to eat dandelions while Gavin ran around the pool saying, "I jump in," but never going in.
I tried showing Gavin how fun the water was so I stood in the pool. He stood a good 10 feet away over by the fence. I may have intentionally thrown a tiny bit of water in his direction. He didn't really care for that. I told him to come over and pay me back and splash me. Ryan thought I was kind of a bully. Maybe.
But he did eventually come over to the pool. Theo eventually got jealous and started squawking so I stripped him and Gavin down and put them in swim diapers. I was content to let them be naked but since our neighbor across the alley could see into our yard and he has a little girl Ryan didn't think that was cool. I thought his little girl takes her shirt off, they are European and our boys are 2 and 8.5 months. I told Ryan I would wait until he wasn't home before letting them run around the backyard naked.
Bending over and holding Theo in the pool was difficult so I just sat in the pool. Ahhhh. It felt so good. I didn't go change into a swimsuit because that would involve wearing a swimsuit, my neighbor seeing me in a swimsuit and of course, the hassle of taking two wet boys in the house so mom could put on a swim suit..
We spent at least a half an hour playing in the pool. It had to have been longer than 30 minutes. We had so much fun. Theo and Gavin took turns splashing the water; Gavin was better at splashing Theo than Theo was at intentionally splashing Gavin. It was quite the change from last year when Gavin would just stand in the water and hardly move. I was so happy that he was laughing and splashing and having such a good time.
All the while we were having our little pool party Ryan was busy at work. He would pass us by on his way to the garage and he smiled at us. Maybe he was smiling because I was having the most fun. I told him I got my water dogs, after all.
As with most kiddie adventures all good things end in tears. This time it was Theo. I caught him before it became a full on melt down so I prepped Gavin that it was going to be time to go in the house because his brother needed a nap.
"No," was his simple reply.
Ah, nuts. It was going to be a battle.
OR...
Mama just has to offer up his favorite cartoon and a tasty treat to eat.
Sold.
Boz the Bear on the tube and dried apple slices in a little tiny container that he could hold and feel super special about was worth avoiding a battle of wills.
We had Subway for dinner. Gavin said he wanted to go with me to get the sandwiches. I was mildly annoyed at Ryan for a second for asking Gavin if he wanted to go with me. All errands are easier without a toddler in tow. But I'm really glad he came with me.
We took the car which he loves to do because it's different since we normally take the van everywhere. At Subway he asked me to carry him - he likes to watch the sandwiches being made. I set him down so I could pay and as soon as his feet were on the ground he ran over to a booth by a window and made himself comfortable.
"Gavin, c'mon. We're going home to eat these."
"No."
"Daddy's hungry. We need to take this home."
"No," he said, "Eat here."
I started to get annoyed, "Gavin... ah. I suppose we can eat here."
I scooted next to him in the tiny seat and we dug into our sandwiches. I ate my sandwich and he ate 3 bites of his. I put my arm around this skinny little shoulders and kissed the top of his head while he happily swung his legs back and forth. I hope that is something I never forget. That simple happy little moment we shared.
If I had insisted on going home to eat I would have missed those sweet 15 minutes with my boy. Just the two of us. Ryan didn't die of hunger in those 15 minutes. I hope the next time I feel an unimportant battle brewing that I can take a step back and think about what is really important. Of course, one of these days Gavin will be able to say, "Mom, can we eat here?" instead of "No."
And the icing on the cake for today? Gavin went pee pee in the potty - twice! After the first time I gave him a yogurt covered pretzel. He held it in his hand for a couple of minutes before eating it because he had no idea how tasty it was. Later in the evening I asked Gavin sat on the potty again. I told him if there was pee pee or poo poo in the potty when he got up he would get another pretzel.
I really hope this is the start of potty training!
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Fled
I'm all alone. The only thing I hear is the hum of the laptop, the chirping of a bird and of course, airplanes flying overhead. I don't have to be quiet for fear of waking anyone.
Guess what else?
I'm bored.
It's not like I am on a "stay-cation" here. I'm staying but it's not so vacation like. Unless you consider fighting the urge to scratch your face off or to scratch the shingles right off your torso a fun thing to do.
Last night I called my MIL to let her know that we decided to ditch our plans to finish the stairwell before Theo's baptism because that would have involved Ryan working on the stairwell this weekend. Cancelling plans to finish the stairwell freed them up for next weekend when I was going to bring the boys out and Ryan's step dad was going to come out and help on the projects. And Ryan working would have involved me taking care of the boys and since I have not one but two contagious diseases right now we thought that wasn't such a good idea.
This weekend is turning out to be the lamest holiday weekend ever.
Oh, no. That's not true. I had hepatitis A in the third grade for a couple of months. That was the lamest Thanksgiving, Christmas and birthday ever. EVER. I'll have to write about that sometime but for now I'm just going to lament my current virus and bacteria laden state.
Mr. T (Theo) slept well last night - a 4 and 3.5 hour stretch of sleep. I slept decently, thanks to drugs. Ooh, almost time for me to take my afternoon round of drugs. Can't forget... After waking and before taking more drugs I would pump for 20 or so minutes. Once I took care of the milk and it was sufficiently cold in the fridge, Theo would wake up. Then I would have to go heat the milk while Theo got good and worked up. I think he was a little confused as to why I was giving him a bottle. Man, he is a ravenous little dude! He attacked the bottle and was sucking so hard the nipple collapsed. Yes. Now just think of that same ravenous little beast drinking straight from the tap. Yowza.
This morning Ryan took the boys to the gym which allowed me to pack for them. It was the least I could do. He was taking the boys and the dog to his mom's so I could wallow in my scratchy misery all by myself. Plus, if he packed it would have been after he got back from the gym which would have taken at least 2 hours. No thanks. While he was gone I washed, dried and folded the boys' clothes, delivered a swim diaper to the van outside of the gym (and called the daycare to let them know the diaper was in the van since I didn't want to show crusty face) because I had a feeling Ryan forgot a swim diaper (which he affirmed when he got home), packed toys, diapers, labeled any and all drugs the boys could possibly need (teething medicine, ipecac in case they get poisoned, Tylenol, ibuprofen...), sunscreen....
Way too many drugs, way too much sunscreen, aloe in case they forget the sunscreen, hats, pj's, bibs....
They are going to be gone 1-2 days. I packed enough for a week.
It's not wishful thinking. Really. Babies and little boys just have a way of peeing, pooping, barfing and spilling all over themselves. Copious amounts of clothing are needed.
I had to go out to the van when Ryan came home to load up the goods before heading to his mom and step-dad's because Gavin refused to leave the van. He was told he was going to Nana and Papa's house and I think in his head leaving the van would have added an intolerable amount of time until he got to see them. My, my, my, how that child loooves his Nana and Papa. But, really. What's not to love? They are great.
They are great to us. They are great to me. Even when I'm a little snot. Don't be too alarmed but I can be a little brat sometimes. I hope my admission of non-perfection doesn't cause anyone heart trouble.
I've been thinking that I need to apologize to my in-laws for being one of those in-laws last summer. We stayed together at place at the beach and I was less than agreeable. Some might even say grumpy. Spoiled. Sassy.
Others would say pregnant but that's a cop out.
Then when my MIL so graciously came to our house when I thought I was going into labor every day and crying every night because my body was teasing me I was less than gracious. I was thankful beyond words but I was also crazy beyond words. How is it that one can be eternally grateful and brat at the same time?
I should know since that was me.
The last couple of weeks I have been thinking of the best way to apologize. In person for sure. But before I do it in person, why not let the world (or the 8 people reading this and the stragglers who happen across it) know what a wonderful woman I have in my mother-in-law and how I'm not always as deserving of such a great MIL? I guess this is a pre-apology. I'm working up the nerve to do it in person.
This has been quite the rambling post, hasn't it? I'll blame it on the vicodin. God bless strong drugs. They can be so helpful.
That's enough for now. Time to overload on Law and Order (SVU, Criminal Intent, the original), CSI and whatever random crime shows TiVo thinks I like.
Guess what else?
I'm bored.
It's not like I am on a "stay-cation" here. I'm staying but it's not so vacation like. Unless you consider fighting the urge to scratch your face off or to scratch the shingles right off your torso a fun thing to do.
Last night I called my MIL to let her know that we decided to ditch our plans to finish the stairwell before Theo's baptism because that would have involved Ryan working on the stairwell this weekend. Cancelling plans to finish the stairwell freed them up for next weekend when I was going to bring the boys out and Ryan's step dad was going to come out and help on the projects. And Ryan working would have involved me taking care of the boys and since I have not one but two contagious diseases right now we thought that wasn't such a good idea.
This weekend is turning out to be the lamest holiday weekend ever.
Oh, no. That's not true. I had hepatitis A in the third grade for a couple of months. That was the lamest Thanksgiving, Christmas and birthday ever. EVER. I'll have to write about that sometime but for now I'm just going to lament my current virus and bacteria laden state.
Mr. T (Theo) slept well last night - a 4 and 3.5 hour stretch of sleep. I slept decently, thanks to drugs. Ooh, almost time for me to take my afternoon round of drugs. Can't forget... After waking and before taking more drugs I would pump for 20 or so minutes. Once I took care of the milk and it was sufficiently cold in the fridge, Theo would wake up. Then I would have to go heat the milk while Theo got good and worked up. I think he was a little confused as to why I was giving him a bottle. Man, he is a ravenous little dude! He attacked the bottle and was sucking so hard the nipple collapsed. Yes. Now just think of that same ravenous little beast drinking straight from the tap. Yowza.
This morning Ryan took the boys to the gym which allowed me to pack for them. It was the least I could do. He was taking the boys and the dog to his mom's so I could wallow in my scratchy misery all by myself. Plus, if he packed it would have been after he got back from the gym which would have taken at least 2 hours. No thanks. While he was gone I washed, dried and folded the boys' clothes, delivered a swim diaper to the van outside of the gym (and called the daycare to let them know the diaper was in the van since I didn't want to show crusty face) because I had a feeling Ryan forgot a swim diaper (which he affirmed when he got home), packed toys, diapers, labeled any and all drugs the boys could possibly need (teething medicine, ipecac in case they get poisoned, Tylenol, ibuprofen...), sunscreen....
Way too many drugs, way too much sunscreen, aloe in case they forget the sunscreen, hats, pj's, bibs....
They are going to be gone 1-2 days. I packed enough for a week.
It's not wishful thinking. Really. Babies and little boys just have a way of peeing, pooping, barfing and spilling all over themselves. Copious amounts of clothing are needed.
I had to go out to the van when Ryan came home to load up the goods before heading to his mom and step-dad's because Gavin refused to leave the van. He was told he was going to Nana and Papa's house and I think in his head leaving the van would have added an intolerable amount of time until he got to see them. My, my, my, how that child loooves his Nana and Papa. But, really. What's not to love? They are great.
They are great to us. They are great to me. Even when I'm a little snot. Don't be too alarmed but I can be a little brat sometimes. I hope my admission of non-perfection doesn't cause anyone heart trouble.
I've been thinking that I need to apologize to my in-laws for being one of those in-laws last summer. We stayed together at place at the beach and I was less than agreeable. Some might even say grumpy. Spoiled. Sassy.
Others would say pregnant but that's a cop out.
Then when my MIL so graciously came to our house when I thought I was going into labor every day and crying every night because my body was teasing me I was less than gracious. I was thankful beyond words but I was also crazy beyond words. How is it that one can be eternally grateful and brat at the same time?
I should know since that was me.
The last couple of weeks I have been thinking of the best way to apologize. In person for sure. But before I do it in person, why not let the world (or the 8 people reading this and the stragglers who happen across it) know what a wonderful woman I have in my mother-in-law and how I'm not always as deserving of such a great MIL? I guess this is a pre-apology. I'm working up the nerve to do it in person.
This has been quite the rambling post, hasn't it? I'll blame it on the vicodin. God bless strong drugs. They can be so helpful.
That's enough for now. Time to overload on Law and Order (SVU, Criminal Intent, the original), CSI and whatever random crime shows TiVo thinks I like.
Friday, July 02, 2010
Gone Viral
Two months is all the break I got. Yesterday morning I noticed something in the corners of my mouth. Cold sores! Frick! I hopped up off the floor from where I was sitting with Theo and looked in the mirror to confirm.
Five minutes later I noticed a tingle on my bottom lip and something on my chin. More cold sores.
By this point I had already taken my first dose of Valtrex (an antiviral) and applied Zovorax ointment topically. Nothing new cropped up all day so I didn't sweat it. Then I went out to eat with a friend last night and when I went into the rest room I scratched a bug bite. Or so I thought.
I lifted my shirt to take a better look and what did I spy with my little eye?
Shingles.
Yes. Shingles. The thing that strikes 70 year old people.
OR me, for the THIRD time in 10 years.
I saw a doctor this morning. I was seen almost a full hour after my appointment was scheduled so I was super annoyed and ready to leave because I had to get back to Jessica as she has another job to get to after she leaves our house.
The doctor took one look at my face and got down to business.
Cold sores and staph infection. No big surprise there. I told him about the shingles. He was very skeptical and kind of didn't believe me. Then he saw. Then he believed. Then he asked a million questions to try and figure out why I have the hostile take over on my face and patch o' ugliness on my torso.
He seemed very concerned and wanted to know if I was prone to infections. Not so much. So he gave me a slip to take to the lab. Plus some strict orders to come back if in a week I'm not 100%. Oh, and to go to the ER this weekend if it gets worse to change the course of antibiotics.
Then Gavin was complaining his lip was hurting. I saw a teeny, tiny spot that could have been a lesion so I called to get an appointment for him. We had to go to Northgate to be seen that day so we loaded up and were seen before his appointment time. Ah. That was so nice.
The doctor looked at Gavin then spent most of his time talking to crusty old me. Gavin didn't have anything. I, however, have impetigo. Add another antibiotic cream to the bag of tricks.
Now I can't breastfeed Theo because if he touches the shingles blisters he can get chicken pox and he is a bit young.
I'm also a little scared. Why does this keep happening? Why can't my body fend off the normal bacteria? Why do the viruses keep cropping up? I hope it's just sleep deprivation. We'll see.
Five minutes later I noticed a tingle on my bottom lip and something on my chin. More cold sores.
By this point I had already taken my first dose of Valtrex (an antiviral) and applied Zovorax ointment topically. Nothing new cropped up all day so I didn't sweat it. Then I went out to eat with a friend last night and when I went into the rest room I scratched a bug bite. Or so I thought.
I lifted my shirt to take a better look and what did I spy with my little eye?
Shingles.
Yes. Shingles. The thing that strikes 70 year old people.
OR me, for the THIRD time in 10 years.
I saw a doctor this morning. I was seen almost a full hour after my appointment was scheduled so I was super annoyed and ready to leave because I had to get back to Jessica as she has another job to get to after she leaves our house.
The doctor took one look at my face and got down to business.
Cold sores and staph infection. No big surprise there. I told him about the shingles. He was very skeptical and kind of didn't believe me. Then he saw. Then he believed. Then he asked a million questions to try and figure out why I have the hostile take over on my face and patch o' ugliness on my torso.
He seemed very concerned and wanted to know if I was prone to infections. Not so much. So he gave me a slip to take to the lab. Plus some strict orders to come back if in a week I'm not 100%. Oh, and to go to the ER this weekend if it gets worse to change the course of antibiotics.
Then Gavin was complaining his lip was hurting. I saw a teeny, tiny spot that could have been a lesion so I called to get an appointment for him. We had to go to Northgate to be seen that day so we loaded up and were seen before his appointment time. Ah. That was so nice.
The doctor looked at Gavin then spent most of his time talking to crusty old me. Gavin didn't have anything. I, however, have impetigo. Add another antibiotic cream to the bag of tricks.
Now I can't breastfeed Theo because if he touches the shingles blisters he can get chicken pox and he is a bit young.
I'm also a little scared. Why does this keep happening? Why can't my body fend off the normal bacteria? Why do the viruses keep cropping up? I hope it's just sleep deprivation. We'll see.
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