Sunday, January 30, 2011
Picture of the Day
Friday, January 28, 2011
Picture of the Day
What Comes Around...
Yesterday afternoon, Sarah started saying that her stomach hurt. My older two always downplay everything. I take that back. Sarah is a HUGE drama queen and overreacts to everything. However, when they are sick, Andy and Sarah don't make a fuss. They casually say that they don't feel well and that their tummy hurts or they have a little headache. They make it sound like they just have hunger pangs because I haven't snacked them lately or just need half a Motrin tablet.
So, when Sarah said her stomach hurt, but didn't make a big deal about it, I just assumed she was hungry for dinner. After lying on the couch for a bit she said she felt better. When I called her to dinner she said it still hurt, but I told her that her spaghetti with butter might make it feel better. Umm, it didn't. I jokingly told her that if she was going to throw up, to please not do it in the middle of the night and to make sure she made it to the toilet because I didn't feel like cleaning it again this week. Always wanting to please (cough, cough), half-way through dinner she said she was going to throw up and turned and threw up all over the floor. I told her to do it on her plate so it was contained and again she complied, so Andy and I got to watch her throw up about 2-3 more times. It's like a train wreck, you can't look away. Let me tell you, that kind of put an end to the family dinner.
Luckily Charlie was home from his business trip so he cleaned up the kitchen floor while I took Sarah upstairs and gave her a bath. She made it a few more hours and then threw up again and again and again. To her credit she made it to a trash can or toilet every time. It's the little victories. Unfortunately she was up about once an hour all last night thinking she was going to do it again, so Charlie and I did not get much sleep.
By my calculations Andy should get it some time tomorrow afternoon. If not, I'll consider it a bonus.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Why Do They Always Do It in the Middle of the Night?
I felt pretty crappy on Tuesday and Amanda must have too because she was clingy and cried most of the day. Amanda crying is hard to take on a good day, but when you're feeling awful it's even harder. There was a school restaurant fundraiser that night and I had promised Andy we would go. 20% of the proceeds would go to Andy's school and a bunch of his friends would be there, so I didn't want to let him down. I gave Amanda some ibuprofen, hoping that would help her ailments, crossed my fingers and off we went. Charlie was on a business trip so it was just me and the three kids.
After a few minutes at the restaurant Amanda's mood improved and she even ate a pretty good dinner. We went home and everybody went to bed early, even me. Lately Charlie and I haven't been to bed before midnight, but I was easily in bed before 11p. Around midnight, Amanda woke up crying. I went in her room and told her that everybody was sleeping, it wasn't time to get up and to go back to bed. She flopped back down and tried to go back to sleep. About fifteen minutes later she was crying again. I was so tired and just wanted sleep that instead of trying to get her back to sleep in her bed I just brought her into bed with me. With Charlie gone there was plenty of room for both of us.
She went to sleep right away. Then, about an hour later, she threw up. I'm not sure why I was awake or if it woke me up, but now we had to do something about it. She wasn't upset, just a little confused. I pulled the sheets off the bed, changed her clothes, changed my clothes and got us back into bed. Learning from the last experience with Sarah and not wanting to put new sheets on the bed in the middle of the night, I just put a towel down for us to lie on. Good thing, because a little while later she did it again. So I cleaned us up again, got another towel, and tried to go back asleep once more.
The whole ordeal wasn't that bad. She didn't throw up that much, it's just that the person who usually cleans it up wasn't there and I wasn't really feeling up to it. We also couldn't sleep in because the person who drives Andy to school is the same person that cleans up the vomit so we had to get him to school. I checked her crib that morning and found that she had thrown up in there as well. No wonder she was crying.
Yesterday my washer ran all day long. Sheets, towels, pajamas, more clothes. If that thing ever breaks I am in big trouble. I took her to the doctor yesterday morning and he said it was just excess mucus from all the drainage that upset her stomach. Hopefully a one-time thing, she is not sick. Good thing, because I really don't want to repeat that with the other kids later this week, even if Charlie is around to clean it up.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Picture of the Day
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Kid Quote of the Day
"Hey Andy, most people want to become doctors when they're, like, 25, but Lady Gaga is an inappropriate singer and she's, like, 27."
-Paige, our neighbor, age 9, driving in the car with us today. We weren't listening to Lady Gaga at the time, but Andy was trying to get me to put it on. Not after that!
Picture of the Day
Monday, January 24, 2011
Picture of the Day
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Picture of the Day
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Kid Quote of the Day
-Sarah. This one came out of nowhere. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Picture of the Day
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Japanese Ham Sandwich
Which brings me to the Bikram Yoga deal. One month of yoga for $20. My friend, Jenny, does it, so I thought I'd give it a try. Bikram (pronounced beak-ram by a couple of the teachers I've had) is heated yoga. That's right, they heat the room. Like an hour and a half of yoga isn't hard enough. I keep forgetting to look at the thermostat when I leave the room and check exactly how hot it is in there, because I am in such a rush to get out of the room by the time the class is over, but it has to be at least 90 degrees in that room. When you walk in it smells like sweat and heat mixed together, kind of like a sauna except people have their clothes on and it's not all steamy.
As I said, I bought the Groupon a couple of months ago. I though it expired in 2011 and I had plenty of time to cash it in, but then I checked and it expired on December 31, 2010. I kept thinking I was going to start using it, but then Charlie was traveling and the girls weren't really sleeping through the night and Jenny scared me about how hard it was so I kept putting it off. Finally on December 31 I went in and asked them if it was still valid. Yes, I could use it, but the clock started that day and my free month ended on January 30. No problem. I still waited a week and then we had a near ice storm and the weather and roads and crazy drivers kept me at home. So I waited another week. Several months and two weeks later I finally attended my first yoga class.
It was hard. Well, the yoga itself wasn't that hard. I've been to classes where we did much harder poses. However, they weren't as long and the room wasn't a sauna. The guy in front of me was dripping with sweat. Not just a little, a lot. You stand on a mat and towel for most of the class, but there is about ten minutes when you are off the mat. After those ten minutes there were puddles where that guy had stood. Even the instructor is sweating by the time the class is over and she doesn't even do the poses. She just tells you what to do and walks around making sure you're doing it. Yes, it was hard, and the whole time I was there I didn't really want to be there. To top it off, at the end the instructor says that if you are just starting they highly recommend that you come back within 24 hours. You really have to put the effort in to make it worthwhile. A little part of me died inside when they said that.
I did go back the next night. Know what? It was still hard, but not as much. My body adjusted to the heat a little better and I didn't feel so overwhelmed when I left. The third night was even better. I had a harder time holding the poses because by now my muscles were tired. I haven't worked out, I mean really worked out, in a very long time. Climbing the stairs is a little difficult. I hate the heat and wish the class was only an hour instead of an hour and a half, but here's what I like about it: 1) You don't eat as much. They tell you not to eat two to three hours before the class, because otherwise you might throw up. You can't eat during the class. After the class you don't want to eat, because you feel like you'll throw up (see a pattern here?). 2) You drink a lot more water. If you don't drink enough water and you're not hydrated, you're going to throw up (or pass out). 3) It's peaceful, quiet, and I'm doing exercise. 4) After three days I weighed myself and I had lost five pounds. Now, I weighed myself right after the class, so some of that could have been water weight, but I'm sure a few of those pounds were real. That's awesome.
I'm not very good at most of the poses, because I'm not very flexible. I can never completely straighten my legs, my knees are always bent, and there are a few poses I just can't do. There's one where you bend over and have to keep your chest to your thighs and they tell you that you should look like a Japanese ham sandwich. Huh? What does that mean? Do Japanese people even eat ham? I would know what they meant if they said a Jewish ham sandwich, because that would just be two pieces of bread and some mustard or mayo, but no ham. But a Japanese ham sandwich, I'm stumped. There are a couple of poses I like, because I can do them, but my favorite is the dead man's pose. Yes, that's the rest position on the floor where you just lie there and breathe. Not hard at all, just resting. I could do that one all day.
So I'll go back a few more times and see how it goes. If I start to really like it I may even try to find it in the budget to start a membership. I don't know. If not, I hope this is the motivation I need to get me going and start exercising in some way, because something is definitely better than nothing.
Picture of the Day
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Kid Quote of the Day
Sarah: I want no babies.
Me: Oh, when you meet someone you really love you'll want to have his babies. You'll see.
Andy: Or you'll want to get divorced and share the babies.
Picture of the Day
Monday, January 17, 2011
Picture of the Day
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Snowsuit
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Mysterious Mark
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Kid Quote of the Day
-Sarah. Yes, Charlie's lifelong dream. To be good at the Dora Wii game.
Good-Bye Baby
Amanda becomes less and less of a baby everyday. She wants to do everything the big kids do and a bunch of things they never even tried to do. She gets her own sippy cups, bowls and plates, picks out snacks and food from the pantry and brings them to me to open for her (although she does not always make the best food choice such as animal crackers or potato chips for breakfast), climbs all over the place and has mastered the stairs, the list goes on. The latest thing is she has ditched her high chair for Andy's chair at the kitchen table (Andy is now sitting in one of the grown-up chairs) and is feeding herself. Below is some video I took of her doing just that. Make sure you watch the entire thing, and you will see her "angry eyes" (she gives that evil look to just about anybody who talks to her) and then a big smile after.
Sorry it's sideways, I took the video on my phone and right side up on the phone is sideways when you download it. Now I know.
Mom and Dad, since you can't see this through email you're going to have to actually view this one online at www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTDPkCW-dfA
Monday, January 10, 2011
Six Days
I was going to write about all of that, but I didn't want to jinx it so I waited. Waited to see if it was just a fad or if it was going to stick. Sure enough, we did not make it to one week. The stars we aligned last week and Amanda did not wake up early screaming and Sarah did not wake up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream or in need of going to the bathroom (Thankfully Andy rarely wakes us up at night, but when he does it's to tell us he can't sleep. Great, now we can't either.). I was hoping it would last, but no.
Once again Amanda woke up at 5:00 this morning, wanting our attention. We ignored her as long as we could take it and then I went into her room and explained to her that it was still night time and we had to sleep a little bit longer. She was not interested in that answer. On my way back to my room I saw a weird light in the older kids' room and found Sarah playing with her flashlight. So Sarah was also up at 5:00a and I had to tell her to go back to sleep, after I took her to the bathroom, of course.
Sidebar: she got a small flashlight in her stocking for Christmas. I thought it would be good if she had to get up at night or do something in her room when it was dark because she is afraid of the dark. All three kids got one. When her friend told her the awesome stuff she got for Christmas, like an American Girl doll, Sarah's response? "Santa brought me a flashlight!". If I had only known our Christmas bills would have been a lot cheaper.
If we really wanted to get back to sleep quickly, we could give into the girls. We could bring them into bed with us and try not to get kicked and punched and squished as they worked their way back to sleep. However Charlie and I swore we would never let the kids sleep with us, that would never become a habit, because we wanted our bed to be just that - ours. I don't have any ill will towards those who enjoy a family bed, it's just not what we ever want. There's no way when we are almost done with babies and toddlers that we are going to give in, we've come way too far.
So instead I'll say good-bye good night's sleep. Good-bye deep, deep sleep. Hello Diet Coke in the afternoon and groggy driving. Hopefully last week's exercise will soon become the norm.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Blanket Dress
When Sarah was born, she received two identical pink minky blankets as gifts. I didn't think we needed anymore blankets, we had a ton from when Andy was a baby, and I especially didn't think we needed two of the same blanket. However, they were pink, and we didn't have any pink, so I was sure I could find a use for them. It's a good thing I kept them around, because she loved this blanket and having two meant that I could wash them and rotate them and when she started school she could have one in her backpack for nap time and still leave one on her bed.
She wasn't one of those kids that had to take the blanket everywhere with her, that would have driven me crazy plus she had Patches the cat for that (we'll talk about Patches another time), but if she was home and was cold or watching tv or in bed, she had to have it. We had to take it on trips because she couldn't sleep without it. She really loved that blanket.
A couple years ago a friend invited me to a Kelly's Kids party. Kelly's Kids is children's clothing. Adorable, but way expensive. I wanted to help my friend out but didn't really want to buy anything until I saw a pink minky dress that looked exactly like Sarah's blanket. I knew instantly she was going to love it. I wasn't wrong. She called it her blanket dress, and she wanted to wear it all the time. It really is a winter dress, because it's long sleeved and minky, but she tried to get me to let her wear it in the summer. She wore it until it wouldn't fit anymore and then she was so sad.
So this Christmas I bought her a new blanket dress in her favorite color, purple. The best part is she is now old enough to wear the double sizes, 4/5, so she will be able to wear it for a couple of years. She was so excited to put it on that Amanda got mad and jealous. Seriously. So I went into the buckets of Sarah's old clothes and found her pink blanket dress. It was a little big on Amanda, but we folded over the sleeves and it fit well enough. She wore it the whole day and they were both so happy.
Can't all of life's problems be solved with a new dress? Maybe not, but for them it seemed to do the trick.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Back to School
However, nice only lasts so long. We weren't going to make it much longer. Two weeks is about our limit. Yes, please don't remind me about summer, being a stay-at-home-mom is by far the most challenging during the summer. Two and a half months of trying to find things for the kids to do so you don't have to listen to "I'm bored" and "what can I do?". So it was a good thing that the kids started school yesterday. My friend told me she walked her son into class at 7:43 (they start at 7:45) and everyone was in class and in their seats. Nobody was in the drop off line, it was empty. That's highly unusual. Do you know why it was like that? Because everybody was sick of their kids and couldn't wait to drop them off at school and get a break from them. That doesn't mean we don't love them, but too much quality time can be a bad thing.
Anyway, we went back to our crazy schedule of school and daily activities. It's good to be on a schedule and in our routine, but that routine includes Andy being a total jerk to Sarah when we pick him up from school. I'm not sure what it is. I think he's just on his best behavior for so long during the school day, because the teachers love him and have nothing but wonderful things to say about him, that when we pick him up he has to be a total ass. As they say, you take things out on the ones you love. He must really love Sarah. Yesterday, I asked him to try, try so much harder than he has, to think of me every time he wants to say something mean to Sarah, and remember that it hurts me just as much as it hurts her because I have to listen to her complain and whine about it. I don't think my pleas were heard. We'll see.
Now that the kids are back at school, I'm slowly trying to get the house back in order and get back to my daily chores. Over the holidays I didn't cook that much and did laundry only when I had to. There's toys everywhere and we need to find spots for our new things and maybe get rid of or donate some old things. My friends Jenny and Melanie decided to tackle their houses one room at a time, one day at a time. I love the idea, but I think I'd just move the junk from room to room everyday and probably never finish. Maybe if I do one room a week, and really spend time getting that room exactly where I want it, then the changes will stick and the house can stay more organized.
I'm also trying to get Amanda back into a nap routine. She is not excited about it, but needs the sleep, and I need a little time to myself so I can, you know, clean the house and talk to you. I'm already dreaming of next year when she's in school and I can get everything done so much faster because she's not there undoing it or fighting me on everything. It still won't be enough, the time will fly, but it will be better that what I get today.
So now we're on the countdown to the end of school. Crazy, but true. Figuring out what camps the kids will go to, what trips we'll take, who we're going to visit, and how we're going to afford it all. In the meantime, we'll just stick to our routine, work on getting more organized and less cluttered, and hope that Andy figures out how to be nicer to his sister. Just a typical week.