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What day is it?

Excuse the confusion on my part. It’s been a strange week.
It was Spring Break around these parts, so Carys had the week off from preschool as well.
I peppered some much-needed appointments into the week’s schedule, and called in reinforcements (aka Nana).
Tuesday, I had to be up & at ’em bright & early for a dental visit, complete with a cleaning and filling repair. Not my favorite part, but I do love my dentist. She’s fabulous.
Later that same day, my mom & Carys had their cleanings. So we were a bunch of cleaned-toothed (or is it teethed?) ladies around here.

On Wednesday, Carys & I had a much anticipated Mommy-Daughter Day. I let her pick whatever she wanted to do, which I promptly regretted. Fortunately, she didn’t demand we visit Miley Cyrus or go to Build-a-Bear. She wanted to go to lunch. Just us big girls. At the Japanese place we both love. What I didn’t tell her was that she had an endocrinology appointment at 1pm….see, I buttered her up to take her to the doctor. Mommies are sneaky like that.
Fortunately, the doctor visit was short and sweet. No dreaded blood draws. No panicking five-year-olds leached to my leg, screaming at the top of her lungs that I was the worst.mommy.ever.
So, then Carys has the bright idea for ice cream.
I oblige. It’s not every day a genius preschooler calls the shots, so I just rolled with it.
We giggled over small scoops of dairy heaven, and called it a day.

You know that part in movies, where you know something is about to happen, and they play that little musical segue.
Well, please insert that musical segue here.

“Mommy…my ear hurts.”

Ruh-oh Shaggy.
I ask her a few questions and immediately dial the pediatrician, who is #7 in my cell’s speed dial, FYI.
Apparently, the office is short-staffed due to some swanky new CPR training. I make an appointment for the following morning, and try in vain to recall the phone number of the office we used for Carys’ ear tubes. (Yea, don’t get me started – no tube in the right ear, and this is the 3rd ear infection since it’s come out! Left ear with tube = happy little ear with no problems)

As soon as we pull into the driveway, she tells me she thinks it hurts really bad.
Which is telling. This child doesn’t complain. Ever. Well, about hurts & pains and stuff. Other complaining…she all about that!
I walk in, tell my mom we’re leaving. Again. Straight to Urgent Care we go.

We just beat the after-work crowd that frequents Urgent Care. We don’t have to wait long at all, and I was so glad. You should have seen the menagerie of people strolling in the door as soon as 5:00 passed.

We left there with a hefty prescription.
For an ear infection.
And
a sinus infection.
And
a stinkin’ urinary tract infection.
That poor child! She’s not said one word about feeling bad – and she usually doesn’t. I am getting really concerned about her kidneys since she has no symptoms, and has had UTIs constantly for the last 18 months without anyone catching on.

So, we’re on the path to being well.

Well, not exactly.

I was warned that the medicine was strong and it may upset her tummy.
And it did.
No further details, because I doubt you need further details after the words tummy + upset.

What I did not know is that her bouts of tummy + upset, weren’t actually from the antibitoics.

I, naively, thought it was the medicine until about 10:37 last night.
That’s about the time I thought my innards wanted to permanently reside outside of my body.
I slept laid on the couch, clenching a bucket and running to the bathroom every 10 minutes, until 3am when I refused to watch any more infomercials and ‘8Os reruns.

And what’s even worse?
We passed it around to Miss Hannah.
I am SO sorry Jones family – I had no idea we were harboring a tummy bug.
I really hope that no one else in our household (or theirs) gets it.
It was short-lived, but it was also quite heinous in the wee hours of the morning.
I feel much better today, but my tummy is a little touchy.

So, what day is it?
Friday, you say?
I seem to remember something about cooking on Fridays?
Um. Yea. That’s not happening today.
Unless I can make a feast from a few stale, crumbly saltines and generic diet Sprite.

Have a good weekend.
Hopefully, I’ll have something more jolly for you the next time I come ’round. 😉

What we’ve been up to…

We’ve had a busy couple of weeks.

Last weekend, we celebrated our little buddy Faith’s fifth birthday.faith-5th-bday-party-copy
It was great fun, complete with a bouncy house and thickly-frosted purple cupcakes that stained CaiCai’s face for a few days.
cailyn-2Those same thickly-frosted cupcakes were responsible for a sugar-induced meltdown around 7pm that night.
See this sweet little kid? cailynShe disappeared around 7pm, and was replaced with a four-headed monster that kinda resembled my child, except for the gnashing of teeth, screaming, spitting and profuse crying.
I put her in time out at 7:15, and didn’t see her until 8:30 the next morning. (And no, it’s not because I forgot she was in time out. She passed out and slept off the sugar high.)

This past weekend, we celebrated another little buddy’s birthday. Landon turned four!landon
To celebrate, we had tons of cake and goodies — and a Easter Egg hunt, of course.

Here are the girls, opening their eggs and being good only because they knew the EB was supposed to be coming that night…
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And here’s another picture of my sweet Carys, just because. She’s such a character, that girl.
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Oh, and Chad had a good weekend. He is back on steroids, but it’s a lower dose than he was previously on. Evidently, there is no standard dose of weaning for steroids. Well, there is, but it’s more like a standard start. Once you’re weaned off, you may have to go back on. Which was the case for us. Chad weaned off last Monday, but developed a nasty headache that wasn’t relieved by OTC meds or Vicodin. So, we suspected swelling and an unreadiness for weaning from synthetic steroids were the reasons. We were right.
He’ll be on a low dose for about two weeks, and then we’ll see where we are. He may be on them longer than that; only time will tell.
He feels better now, and isn’t really confused like he was last time around. He is still having a little difficulty though. He still has the headache, and is resting as much as possible. I just try to stay out of the house as much as possible and keep the girls quiet busy.

The girls & I planted our garden yesterday afternoon and are ready for our Carolina Spring temperatures to come back in full force.

Friday Feast may come back in a week or two. I’ve been making old-reliable standby meals that aren’t very noteworthy. And, fortunately, we’ve received a ton of meals from friends & family members. I might have forgotten how to cook…but I doubt it!

We hope everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend. Have a great week!

Letting the Bunny out of the bag

While sitting around the dinner table last night, I used a timely little threat with my monkey children.

They wouldn’t sit still and were generally cocky for some reason.
So, I pulled out the old the-Easter-Bunny-is-watching-you bit; you know it only comes in handy once a year and I’ve yet to use it. I mean, c’mon. Easter is right around the corner, and I’d yet to pull that handy little parenting trick out of my arsenal?

Well, much to my chagrin, Carys replied:
“Well, that’s okay. Because the Easter Bunny is not real. It’s just a man. In a costume….duh.”
Like she needed to add “duh” to the end of that little ditty.
My heart sank. I nearly cried.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
See, according to my Parental Rights Handbook (the one I made up in my head), I have at least two years left to watch my child squeal with glee on Easter and Christmas mornings before she starts asking serious questions. I have at least two good years left before she, dare I say it, takes everything I say with a grain of salt because I did lie to her about the Easter Bunny. And Santa Claus.

We tell our girls exactly what it is we are celebrating; Christ. Christ’s birth and his resurrection. Carys has been singing “Hosanna” all day today, and it makes me feel good to know she knows why we celebrate Easter. It’s not just the bright plastic eggs stuffed with loot or dye-stained fingers from coloring eggs of the hard-boiled variety that gets her excited. She told me today that “Jesus is our Savor” — and yes, I did correct her that the proper word is “Savior.”

Every day, I freeze little pictures, frames from our daily life, into my memory.
I froze the look on her face into my head; the matter-of-factness with which she said it, too.
And I’m sad that Carys is starting to put things together. When I asked her where she heard such a ludicrous idea that the Easter Bunny was just a man in a suit, she said, “I thought about it. In my own head.”
So, the wheels are turning. And she’s probably going to play along with me for a little while. She’s not so sure that he’s not real; but she’s not so sure that he is either.
In our home, we try to relay the idea of Santa, and the idea of the Easter Bunny. It’s a general feeling, not necessarily a magical person (or bunny) that actually delivers goodies. But, of course, they’re only kids. And ideas are a little over their heads sometimes.

When I asked her about the Tooth Fairy, she told me that she’s not real either. She’s an angel. And angle with money who collects teeth. And Carys thinks that’s a gross collection. “Why does she collect teeth instead of flowers? Flowers are prettier and smell better than yucky old teeth.”

True.
Carys has yet to lose a tooth, and I think the Tooth Fairy will have to find a good hiding place for her tooth collection, and it probably shouldn’t be in my jewelry box like my mom Tooth Fairy used to do.

I have a confession to make

I had it on my calendar – that dreaded, but exciting day Carys & I have been anxiously awaiting.
Kindergarten registration.

The day came. The day passed.
And I didn’t go sign her up. That was mid-February. Something happened that day, but I can’t remember what it was. I probably had a bad hair day, or Carys did — something happened to cause me to not go. I know I was just not ready, subconsciously.

My friends were all excited about registering their five-year-olds for big-kid school, and I just chuckled away with them. Oh yes, we’re registered. Oh, yea, the school is great. I hadn’t even set foot in her new school.
Just as I was starting to feel like a strong contestant for UnMother of the Year to an almost Kindergartner, I bit the bullet.
I called the school, made a list of things I needed to enroll her, and got the necessary paperwork from her pediatrician. And then, this morning, I actually went to the elementary school.

The school is huge. And I couldn’t believe my tiny baby big girl will be roaming these enormous, long, winding hallways next Fall. I mean, seriously, Carys was just born last week! Give me a break! I still have things to teach her before she starts this structured educational journey.

Her little five year life flashed before my eyes when I was filling out paperwork that deemed her a newly enrolled student in the county’s school system. Five years have passed? Really? It doesn’t feel that way, not at all.

I remember willing her to leave my body, burying my nose in her
newborn cheeks – just to catch a whiff of her brand-new baby smell.
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I remember Chad sitting with her in a rocking chair, for hours,
next to an open window so her jaundice would disappear.100_0253

I remember wondering if she would ever speak.

I remember wondering if her bald head would
ever produce any sprouts of new hair.100_0343

I remember teaching her to snap her fingers,
eat with a fork, and spell her name.

I remember telling her, repeatedly, that she could never
go to kindergarten if she didn’t learn to use the potty.
And it’s the truth. I checked the box on the questionnaire this morning.


Now, I usually catch a whiff of sweaty 5-year-old that’s played too hard, but still.
Now, we have to beg her to stop flashing the neighbors because she likes to run around naked in front of the windows.
Now, we can barely get a word in because she talks and sings nonstop.
Now, we deliberate on the best way to keep her unruly mane in check each day.
Now, she’s trying to teach her little sister to snap her fingers and spell her name.
Now, I hear “I need privacy in the bathroom, Mom!”

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A kindergartner. In our house.
I just can’t believe it’s time for all of that.
She’s too small to be navigating those hallways, with the bright bulletin boards, the smiling teachers, and the library stocked with imaginative words and pictures that mommy didn’t make up.

Miss HappyGoLucky

Carys March 2009

My girl & me

Carys had her picture taken at school today, and she’s been bugging me all afternoon to take some more pictures of her.
I obliged, and I think this is one of my favorite pictures of us together.
Sigh.
You can tell she is turning into a big girl by throwing out the peace sign.
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Just a bit o’ snow

The girls were excited that the ground was covered in the white stuff this morning. And, I agree, it was beautiful. But the thought of getting them dressed and snowproofed just didn’t appeal to me this morning. It takes SO long to get them out the door, and then someone has to potty or heaven forbid –  GETS TOO COLD – and it’s over.

The schools here were on a two-hour delay, but judging by our ‘hood, there really wasn’t a reason for it. I’m sure other folks neighborhoods and the country roads might have been a little tricky. Tomorrow, though, it should be downright icy – and that is not something I am looking forward to.

There was just enough snow for the girls to have a good snowball fight with Nana & Papa, get sufficiently cold and wet (and cranky), and tire them out. They’ve been begging for snow cream, but there just isn’t enough snow to make any. Maybe, the  next time it snows (in 5 years) they will get their wish.

The rest of the day has been pretty lazy. As I type, the little one is sleeping. She is just tuckered out, and busted her lip while trying some new maneuver on the potty. I have no idea what happened, since I’m not allowed in there anymore. “Pwivacy, pwease, Mommy.”
And the bigger one is watching television, constantly asking when dinner will be ready. We’re trying something a little different tonight, so we’ll see how excited she is after she sees it on her plate!

Back to normal tomorrow, maybe, with a few icy patches here & there.
You know, we’re actually under a flood warning? It rained for two whole days, and then with the snow melting….kind of crazy! Hopefully, we won’t have to worry about a severe drought this Summer.

Now if I could just save the drought from my hitting my wallet…


Look what you missed….

Coming up

April 3: Happy Birthday to Chad!
April 7: Cailyn's 37th dentist trip
April 8: Happy Birthday to Faith!
April 12: Happy Birthday to Landon!
April 23: Carys' field trip
April 30: Chad's 1-mo post-op eval

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