Remember when I mentioned Maddie had lost her kitty? Still no luck on finding another one. What kills me is knowing somewhere out there is a kitty sitting unused in some toybox. I know we have stuffed animals laying around our house and somewhere is a mother desperately trying to find one.
Then I thought "hey there should totally be a place where people can post pictures of animals they are looking for!". Apparently the internets are 10 steps ahead of me. What next? Buying stuff on the internet?
Anyway this website is pretty cool. You can send in a picture of what you are looking for, and maybe someone has it or has seen it online somewhere. I check every few days to see if I have anything that someone can use. I did have one stuffed animal, and I sent it off a few weeks ago. So if you have a bit of time, go take a look and see if you can help someone out. I will warn you some of the stories are a bit sad. Kids in hospitals and such. Those are the ones I would really like to see found.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Hot Lunch
Dinner discussion:
Bud: Owen do you want to buy your lunch tomorrow? The menu is tacos, with an apple and a turnover.
Owen: What's a turnover?
Me: It is a crust with fruit inside.
Owen: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Me: Crust, pastry, dough with filling inside maybe apple, or some other fruit.
Owen: What?
Bud: LIKE A PIE! Do you want to buy lunch tomorrow or not?
Owen: Ok
Next day in the car:
Owen: Why didn't you guys tell me I was buying lunch today?
Bud:???????????
Bud: How was the turnover?
Owen: What?
Me: The turnover, how was it?
Owen: There wasn't a turnover.
Me: Then what did you have for dessert?
Owen: There wasn't a dessert.
Bud: There is always a dessert.
Owen: I don't know what you are saying.
Bud: grips steering wheel
Me: *kill me*
Owen: Hey, why didn't you guys tell me there was going to be pie?
Are all 6 year old boys like this? When does it end? Every conversation is like this, he just don't focus. I pity his future wife.
Bud: Owen do you want to buy your lunch tomorrow? The menu is tacos, with an apple and a turnover.
Owen: What's a turnover?
Me: It is a crust with fruit inside.
Owen: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Me: Crust, pastry, dough with filling inside maybe apple, or some other fruit.
Owen: What?
Bud: LIKE A PIE! Do you want to buy lunch tomorrow or not?
Owen: Ok
Next day in the car:
Owen: Why didn't you guys tell me I was buying lunch today?
Bud:???????????
Bud: How was the turnover?
Owen: What?
Me: The turnover, how was it?
Owen: There wasn't a turnover.
Me: Then what did you have for dessert?
Owen: There wasn't a dessert.
Bud: There is always a dessert.
Owen: I don't know what you are saying.
Bud: grips steering wheel
Me: *kill me*
Owen: Hey, why didn't you guys tell me there was going to be pie?
Are all 6 year old boys like this? When does it end? Every conversation is like this, he just don't focus. I pity his future wife.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
What a pain in the....
My whole life I have had headaches. I was diagnosed with migraines when I was two. (I don't know how they diagnose that but whatever) I remember leaving my friends house one evening when I was suppose to spend the night because I had a migraine. They have varied in frequency depending on the amount of stress in my life. The last few years I haven't had many migraines. But I do still get wicked bad headaches. (Many people assume a really bad headache is a migraine.....but they are different).
When I had my six week check I mentioned to the doctor that I was getting headaches nearly every day. She told me to see my primary care doctor, which I told her for the last 6 years I have been pregnant or nursing, she IS my primary care doctor. Which she didn't find amusing, if I ever find a doctor with a sense of humor, I will never leave them. So I made an appointment with a new doctor and finally got in last week. Basically I feel like I am falling apart. I have scoliosis, which causes a lot of back and neck pain, which triggers many of my headaches. I also have the tummy troubles. Teaching is not the best profession when your intestines decide liquification is the best option. So I went to the doctor and described all my woes.
For the stomach she suggested probiotics, less fatty foods and GASP cut out my three beautiful Pepsi's each day. So she sucks. But maybe has a point. I love my soda, it is a bright spot in my day. I love the taste, the caffeine, but mostly the carbonation. So I need to find something bubbly, but less harmful to the belly. Sigh
For my head, she gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxant, which should reduce my neck and back caused headaches. I mentioned the breastfeeding and was surprised by her response. She was very "breastfeeding is nice, but you need to take care of yourself, and take medication that YOU need to feel good." Which is odd, because when you are pregnant doctors don't really give a shit about you, just the baby. So that was totally weird, but she did prescribe something that should be okay.
So I took one Friday night, and maybe went into a coma, Bud said he kept checking to see if I was still breathing. I didn't even wake up when Ellie woke up in the morning, Bud got up with her. I think I slept for 9 straight hours, which is amazing for me. I usually wake up a lot with my back hurting, or to go to the bathroom, or because I one of the children's breathing changed rhythm. Then I can't fall back to sleep, and I lay there for an hour or two. So the sleep was great but I don't think I can take them on school nights. Unless I got to bed at 8:00.
I didn't take one Saturday night and woke up this morning with a horrifying headache. I realized I only had one soda yesterday, so some of it was caffeine withdrawal. So I took a few excedrin migraine(worthless), took a nap, then I finally took part of a lortab (they make me sick so I only take half), and drank two Pepsi's (apparently pain in the head trumps pain in the belly)
Anyway, I am thankful I don't get migraines like my SIL. She starts projectile vomiting for hours. One afternoon she called me when one started. I got to her house 15 minutes later to take my nephew for her. She had left a trail of vomit throughout her house. I really wanted to be the awesome SIL who cleaned it all up for her so she wouldn't have to deal with it later. I really tried, but finally gave up, because it was bad and I figured my brother could handle it. She gets them once or twice a month, she has tried a variety of medications, but hasn't had a ton of luck. So I count myself lucky.
When I had my six week check I mentioned to the doctor that I was getting headaches nearly every day. She told me to see my primary care doctor, which I told her for the last 6 years I have been pregnant or nursing, she IS my primary care doctor. Which she didn't find amusing, if I ever find a doctor with a sense of humor, I will never leave them. So I made an appointment with a new doctor and finally got in last week. Basically I feel like I am falling apart. I have scoliosis, which causes a lot of back and neck pain, which triggers many of my headaches. I also have the tummy troubles. Teaching is not the best profession when your intestines decide liquification is the best option. So I went to the doctor and described all my woes.
For the stomach she suggested probiotics, less fatty foods and GASP cut out my three beautiful Pepsi's each day. So she sucks. But maybe has a point. I love my soda, it is a bright spot in my day. I love the taste, the caffeine, but mostly the carbonation. So I need to find something bubbly, but less harmful to the belly. Sigh
For my head, she gave me a prescription for a muscle relaxant, which should reduce my neck and back caused headaches. I mentioned the breastfeeding and was surprised by her response. She was very "breastfeeding is nice, but you need to take care of yourself, and take medication that YOU need to feel good." Which is odd, because when you are pregnant doctors don't really give a shit about you, just the baby. So that was totally weird, but she did prescribe something that should be okay.
So I took one Friday night, and maybe went into a coma, Bud said he kept checking to see if I was still breathing. I didn't even wake up when Ellie woke up in the morning, Bud got up with her. I think I slept for 9 straight hours, which is amazing for me. I usually wake up a lot with my back hurting, or to go to the bathroom, or because I one of the children's breathing changed rhythm. Then I can't fall back to sleep, and I lay there for an hour or two. So the sleep was great but I don't think I can take them on school nights. Unless I got to bed at 8:00.
I didn't take one Saturday night and woke up this morning with a horrifying headache. I realized I only had one soda yesterday, so some of it was caffeine withdrawal. So I took a few excedrin migraine(worthless), took a nap, then I finally took part of a lortab (they make me sick so I only take half), and drank two Pepsi's (apparently pain in the head trumps pain in the belly)
Anyway, I am thankful I don't get migraines like my SIL. She starts projectile vomiting for hours. One afternoon she called me when one started. I got to her house 15 minutes later to take my nephew for her. She had left a trail of vomit throughout her house. I really wanted to be the awesome SIL who cleaned it all up for her so she wouldn't have to deal with it later. I really tried, but finally gave up, because it was bad and I figured my brother could handle it. She gets them once or twice a month, she has tried a variety of medications, but hasn't had a ton of luck. So I count myself lucky.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Perspective
It's funny reading comments on the last post. I started by saying that being back at work was killing me, but thinking about it made me realize it is Bud and I being back at work that is killing me. All three of my kids are born in May, which means that after a few weeks Bud has been home with me.
All summer I have read blogs of many awesome ladies who had also recently had a third baby (is three the new two kids?). I spent all that time wondering how the heck ya'll do it without your husband at home. How do you wrangle two older kids and tend a baby? I had it easy because Bud and I could switch off, one baby equals two older kids. Even during June when he was finishing his masters I could still run and shower and not wonder if the kids would burn the house down. If one kid kept me awake, I could sleep in and he could get up with the kids. Very few mothers have that luxury.
If I stayed home the schedule wouldn't change that much. I would take the two girls with me to drop Owen off at school, I would still need to get them ready to get out the door. Then we would probably head somewhere to run errands or something. Then home for lunch and naps. Then pick up Owen and the rest of the evening would be the same. I wouldn't need to pump, but we wouldn't be able to afford the cleaning lady. ( which I am kind of embarrassed about having, it seems snooty, and lazy and pathetic) So I would have to spend more of my time cleaning. Plus I am guessing Bud would not help as much.
Work is the easy part of my day. Teenagers are fun, I love my job. Financially, I have to have a job, I am lucky enough that I have one that is fun. It also gives me the opportunity to spend more time with my family than most other professions. I frequently wish I could stay home, but I don't know that I would do that great of a job. I am not good about doing "kid stuff". Bud is always the one to suggest going to a museum, or park(I'm not an outside girl), or a movie. When he stays home with a sick kid, the house is cleaner, dinner is done and the tv is off.
Anyway, I know we will find better systems to make things run more smoothly. I need to let go of my dinner expectations. I really hate take-out, so I attempt to cook full on meals everynight. I need to let Bud cook two nights a week and stop being a control freak. Soup and sandwiches is a perfectly acceptable mid-week dinner. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy, more of a weekend dinner.
All summer I have read blogs of many awesome ladies who had also recently had a third baby (is three the new two kids?). I spent all that time wondering how the heck ya'll do it without your husband at home. How do you wrangle two older kids and tend a baby? I had it easy because Bud and I could switch off, one baby equals two older kids. Even during June when he was finishing his masters I could still run and shower and not wonder if the kids would burn the house down. If one kid kept me awake, I could sleep in and he could get up with the kids. Very few mothers have that luxury.
If I stayed home the schedule wouldn't change that much. I would take the two girls with me to drop Owen off at school, I would still need to get them ready to get out the door. Then we would probably head somewhere to run errands or something. Then home for lunch and naps. Then pick up Owen and the rest of the evening would be the same. I wouldn't need to pump, but we wouldn't be able to afford the cleaning lady. ( which I am kind of embarrassed about having, it seems snooty, and lazy and pathetic) So I would have to spend more of my time cleaning. Plus I am guessing Bud would not help as much.
Work is the easy part of my day. Teenagers are fun, I love my job. Financially, I have to have a job, I am lucky enough that I have one that is fun. It also gives me the opportunity to spend more time with my family than most other professions. I frequently wish I could stay home, but I don't know that I would do that great of a job. I am not good about doing "kid stuff". Bud is always the one to suggest going to a museum, or park(I'm not an outside girl), or a movie. When he stays home with a sick kid, the house is cleaner, dinner is done and the tv is off.
Anyway, I know we will find better systems to make things run more smoothly. I need to let go of my dinner expectations. I really hate take-out, so I attempt to cook full on meals everynight. I need to let Bud cook two nights a week and stop being a control freak. Soup and sandwiches is a perfectly acceptable mid-week dinner. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy, more of a weekend dinner.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Where does the time go?
Being back at work is totally kicking my arse. It takes a few weeks to get back up to speed, and each year I question if it is even possible. Owen is at a new school, and is in a before school program since his school starts an hour and a half after we need to be to work. Maddie and Ellie's daycare provider was out of town for the last three days, so we had to take them to our daycare lady's DIL (also does daycare). Ellie didn't care but Maddie was freaked out the first day. ( Owen informed us he didn't "feel good about leaving Ellie in a strange place, what if one of the kids hurt her. Now that they are done, he feels bad for thinking the DIL couldn't handle it. He was born with ingrained guilt. Sweet.)
Here is how our day looks
3:00-5:00 give Ellie her pacifier 1 to 739 times (her awesomeness seems to have gone to hell)
5:00 wake up/ get up if I am awake from pacifier duty
5:00 - 5:40 shower, makeup, hair find clothes that fit
5:40 -6:45 pack up milk for Ellie, feed and dress Ellie, pump, nag at Owen and Maddie to hurry
(Bud does lunches for us and Owen, gets kids breakfast, fixes a bagel for me, loads car and helps nag)
6:45 leave house
7:00 leave driveway (I don't know what happens, there is a time zone shift)
7:10 Drop off Ellie and Maddie
7:20 Drop off Owen
7:30 -3:10 Work ( pumping during lunch, eating with one hand)
3:20 Pick up Maddie and Ellie
3:35 pick up Owen
4:00-5:15 fix dinner, feed Ellie, throw in laundry, yell at kids for fighting (Bud helping w/everything but the feeding)
5:15 - 5:45 Dinner
5:45 - 7:30 Owen's homework, piano lessons (both me), Maddie's "homework and piano lessons"and cleaning kitchen (Bud), trying to eat feet(Ellie), throwing up on carpet(cats), baths, more laundry
7:30-8:00 Owen and Maddie jammies, teeth, lay out clothes for the next day, put away laundry, bedtime stories(usually Bud)
8:00-8:45 Ellie bath, jammies, thank God no teeth, feed
8:45-10:00 pick up house, make stuff ready for the next day, look at lesson plans for next day, pump (both of us for everything but pumping)
10:00 weep and go to bed.
The only thing saving my sanity at this point is that we have someone come every other week and clean. Thank goodness Bud actually does his fair share or I would never sleep. I am hoping I will get into a better groove soon I haven't been able to comment on other blogs the way I would like. I am still reading, during night time pumping.
Here is how our day looks
3:00-5:00 give Ellie her pacifier 1 to 739 times (her awesomeness seems to have gone to hell)
5:00 wake up/ get up if I am awake from pacifier duty
5:00 - 5:40 shower, makeup, hair find clothes that fit
5:40 -6:45 pack up milk for Ellie, feed and dress Ellie, pump, nag at Owen and Maddie to hurry
(Bud does lunches for us and Owen, gets kids breakfast, fixes a bagel for me, loads car and helps nag)
6:45 leave house
7:00 leave driveway (I don't know what happens, there is a time zone shift)
7:10 Drop off Ellie and Maddie
7:20 Drop off Owen
7:30 -3:10 Work ( pumping during lunch, eating with one hand)
3:20 Pick up Maddie and Ellie
3:35 pick up Owen
4:00-5:15 fix dinner, feed Ellie, throw in laundry, yell at kids for fighting (Bud helping w/everything but the feeding)
5:15 - 5:45 Dinner
5:45 - 7:30 Owen's homework, piano lessons (both me), Maddie's "homework and piano lessons"and cleaning kitchen (Bud), trying to eat feet(Ellie), throwing up on carpet(cats), baths, more laundry
7:30-8:00 Owen and Maddie jammies, teeth, lay out clothes for the next day, put away laundry, bedtime stories(usually Bud)
8:00-8:45 Ellie bath, jammies, thank God no teeth, feed
8:45-10:00 pick up house, make stuff ready for the next day, look at lesson plans for next day, pump (both of us for everything but pumping)
10:00 weep and go to bed.
The only thing saving my sanity at this point is that we have someone come every other week and clean. Thank goodness Bud actually does his fair share or I would never sleep. I am hoping I will get into a better groove soon I haven't been able to comment on other blogs the way I would like. I am still reading, during night time pumping.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Lippy
As I mentioned before my nickname was Lippy in my younger days. (now it's just bitch, whatever) I decided to tell the story of how I got the nickname.
A little back story. My best friend V is a year older than me, and when I was 17 she dated a guy who was a few years older, we will call him Not a Nice Guy, aw screw it let's call him Ass. She liked him but after a month or two she found out he was seeing someone else as well, we will call her Stupid. My friend was bummed and irritated, but they weren't serious, so what can ya do?
Fast forward a couple weeks and Stupid and her sister Skank were hired to work at the same place V and I worked. Fun times. Anywho, V was also friends with Ass's roommate, that's they met, so she would hang out with Roommate occasionally. Now Roommate was older and could buy booze, yay Roommate, way to be over 21.
So one evening we were hanging out at Roommates place drinking. Then Ass came home with Stupid, at first it was awkward, but V really didn't care. So a fun time was had by all.......until more drinking had been done. Suddenly, Ass started saying we needed to leave. I wanted to go anyway, so V started trying to round up the other girl who came with. I put my coat on and waited on the couch. As got more and more adamant about us getting out, I explained we were leaving pronto, but he just got more and more agitated about it being his house. I, reasonably, pointed out that it was also Roommates place too.
Ass went crazy, he stormed over to where I was sitting on the couch, picked me up at threw me across the room, into the wall. Now, my dad was an alcoholic asshole while I was growing up. Emotional abuse was not unheard of, but physical......no. I expected Ass to feel like, an Ass, so I turned to yell it him. But he was coming at me with his fists. So I turned and got the hell out. I had bruises across my chest which was impressive, since I had a winter coat on as cushioning.
V was totally freaking out, we considered calling the police, but since there was underage drinking on our parts we were afraid to. We went to a bar that had after drinking hours dancing, and we ran into Stupid's sister Skank and another sister. We immediately told Skank what happened and that we were concerned about Stupid, since obviously he was not right in the head. Also Stupid had a 2 year old, and that didn't seem like a good situation. Well, Skank informed us, that she was only getting one side and I maybe deserved it. Funny, at the time I was offended, but now I see that maybe the way they were raised was really messed up.
We ran into other friends of ours and naturally started talking about what happened. Skank got really pissed and told me I was spreading rumors, and better shut up. Well, it was on. I was sarcastic at a very early age, and was particularly drunk that night. So I started mouthing off to her. V was standing in between, trying to smooth things over, and just when everyone would calm down, I would peek over her shoulder and throw another witty barb at them. V would try not to laugh, and work to chill them out again. This went on for quite some time, at one point Skank reached over V and punched me, in mah face. Sadly, I was so drunk I had to ask people around me if I was punched. I really wanted to beat the hell out of Skank, but eventually V got me out of there.
A few months later, Ass went after Stupid, surprise. And then Stupid and Skank could see how right we were. We all became friendly, and Stupid and Skank started nicely calling me Lippy, as opposed to calling me Lippy little bitch which is what they had been calling me.
In retrospect, I would have told my dad what happened. He would have been pissed that I was drinking, but he would have gone and kicked the shit out of the Ass. I also learned that night that you can make fun of stupid people without them even realizing it half the time. And sometimes girls will put up with crap they really shouldn't and that is scary.
A little back story. My best friend V is a year older than me, and when I was 17 she dated a guy who was a few years older, we will call him Not a Nice Guy, aw screw it let's call him Ass. She liked him but after a month or two she found out he was seeing someone else as well, we will call her Stupid. My friend was bummed and irritated, but they weren't serious, so what can ya do?
Fast forward a couple weeks and Stupid and her sister Skank were hired to work at the same place V and I worked. Fun times. Anywho, V was also friends with Ass's roommate, that's they met, so she would hang out with Roommate occasionally. Now Roommate was older and could buy booze, yay Roommate, way to be over 21.
So one evening we were hanging out at Roommates place drinking. Then Ass came home with Stupid, at first it was awkward, but V really didn't care. So a fun time was had by all.......until more drinking had been done. Suddenly, Ass started saying we needed to leave. I wanted to go anyway, so V started trying to round up the other girl who came with. I put my coat on and waited on the couch. As got more and more adamant about us getting out, I explained we were leaving pronto, but he just got more and more agitated about it being his house. I, reasonably, pointed out that it was also Roommates place too.
Ass went crazy, he stormed over to where I was sitting on the couch, picked me up at threw me across the room, into the wall. Now, my dad was an alcoholic asshole while I was growing up. Emotional abuse was not unheard of, but physical......no. I expected Ass to feel like, an Ass, so I turned to yell it him. But he was coming at me with his fists. So I turned and got the hell out. I had bruises across my chest which was impressive, since I had a winter coat on as cushioning.
V was totally freaking out, we considered calling the police, but since there was underage drinking on our parts we were afraid to. We went to a bar that had after drinking hours dancing, and we ran into Stupid's sister Skank and another sister. We immediately told Skank what happened and that we were concerned about Stupid, since obviously he was not right in the head. Also Stupid had a 2 year old, and that didn't seem like a good situation. Well, Skank informed us, that she was only getting one side and I maybe deserved it. Funny, at the time I was offended, but now I see that maybe the way they were raised was really messed up.
We ran into other friends of ours and naturally started talking about what happened. Skank got really pissed and told me I was spreading rumors, and better shut up. Well, it was on. I was sarcastic at a very early age, and was particularly drunk that night. So I started mouthing off to her. V was standing in between, trying to smooth things over, and just when everyone would calm down, I would peek over her shoulder and throw another witty barb at them. V would try not to laugh, and work to chill them out again. This went on for quite some time, at one point Skank reached over V and punched me, in mah face. Sadly, I was so drunk I had to ask people around me if I was punched. I really wanted to beat the hell out of Skank, but eventually V got me out of there.
A few months later, Ass went after Stupid, surprise. And then Stupid and Skank could see how right we were. We all became friendly, and Stupid and Skank started nicely calling me Lippy, as opposed to calling me Lippy little bitch which is what they had been calling me.
In retrospect, I would have told my dad what happened. He would have been pissed that I was drinking, but he would have gone and kicked the shit out of the Ass. I also learned that night that you can make fun of stupid people without them even realizing it half the time. And sometimes girls will put up with crap they really shouldn't and that is scary.
Written out this story seems a lot less funny than I remember it.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Seven Years
7 years2 houses bought
1 house sold
3 cats
0 dogs
13 rooms painted
1 bachelor's degree
2 master's degrees
1 transmission
1 radiator
2 starters
4 car batteries
1 new minivan
3 positive pregnancy tests
2 obstetricians
2 high risk doctors
1 day in November
3 days in May
3 beautiful kids
200 sleepless nights
3 bouts of croup
4 barfing flus
80247 poopy diapers
1 first day of Kindergarten
a lot of joy
a little heartbreak
a bunch of fear
hours of laughter
more love than I ever imagined
Where will the next seven take us? Happy Anniversary babe!
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