First off, I saw this on the news the other day and thought about my sister, and my Granny. No matter how early they try to be, if you want them there at 3 pm, tell them to be there at 2 pm. Now that she's got a job, she's got to be there a little earlier, and she gets up really early to get there on time, and she hasn't been fired yet, so I guess she gets there on time.
Secondly, I just saw this story on the news, and I can not seriously believe that this happens. It's just sad, really. I mean, I know a girl that didn't know she was pregnant until about six months into it, when she felt the baby kick, but to be so big that she didn't even feel it kick, and thought that her contractions or whatever were just a stomach ache! Argh! It bothers me that some people are blessed with children, when I have other friends that have not been blessed with their own child.
Story time is over.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Drops of Death
My son has been unusually good about taking medicine in his short life so far, which is odd, coming from this mother who fought tooth and nail so that I didn't have to take medicine. Ask my mom. I've been so proud of him, because he'll even ASK for medicine if he doesn't feel good. Until today.
Today we took him to the doctor for his cough and congestion that has led him into pinkeye in both eyes. The first hard part was that our doctor is on maternity leave, and her husband was keeping up her appointments, so we visited someone we're not used to. Then it was bad because mommy had to hold him down so that the doctor could try to look into his eyes and his mouth, but it didn't work. Then, in order to get rid of the pinkeye, we were prescribed some eye drops. I didn't think anything of it, until my son fought it tooth and nail, almost crying so much that he was going to throw up. I remembered that feeling, and just did what my mom did. I got those dad-gum drops into his eyes anyway.
The best part?
I'm supposed to do that four times a day. No joke.
Today we took him to the doctor for his cough and congestion that has led him into pinkeye in both eyes. The first hard part was that our doctor is on maternity leave, and her husband was keeping up her appointments, so we visited someone we're not used to. Then it was bad because mommy had to hold him down so that the doctor could try to look into his eyes and his mouth, but it didn't work. Then, in order to get rid of the pinkeye, we were prescribed some eye drops. I didn't think anything of it, until my son fought it tooth and nail, almost crying so much that he was going to throw up. I remembered that feeling, and just did what my mom did. I got those dad-gum drops into his eyes anyway.
The best part?
I'm supposed to do that four times a day. No joke.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Heat Wave All Winter Long
My child must have been going through menopause all winter long. My child, who in the winter of last year couldn't stand to have his pants legs raised in any way at all, has been reprimanded at home and at school for pulling his pant legs up around his knees. In fact, we have even been asked not to send him to school in pants that would pull up so that they don't even have to deal with it. He pushes his long sleeves up and pulls his pant legs up, and refuses to pull them down unless his life depends on it. In fact, even in the really cold days, we would come home from school and take off our jackets, only to find my son on the floor of the living room, taking off his shoes and socks, then his pants, and then putting his socks and shoes back on again.
How cute is that, walking around with a long sleeve shirt pushed up to his elbows and a pair of socks and shoes on, and nothing else but a pair of Lightning McQueen big boy undies??
Don't worry... I've taken pictures so that I can show them to potential girlfriends as he gets older.
How cute is that, walking around with a long sleeve shirt pushed up to his elbows and a pair of socks and shoes on, and nothing else but a pair of Lightning McQueen big boy undies??
Don't worry... I've taken pictures so that I can show them to potential girlfriends as he gets older.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Tidbits
Kill Count = 4
I drive a neutral colored vehicle. I have always called it the invisible car, because everyone wants to pull out in front of me like they didn’t even see me coming. Well, apparently, humans aren’t the only ones that miss seeing me coming. In the past month, on four different occasions, a large swarm of little birds have flown across the road I am driving on, and there is always one or two that are straggling a little farther behind, and they fly so low to the ground there is no way to avoid them. So, four little birds have gone to meet their maker by the means of the front grill of my vehicle. It’s not my fault, I swear, they just fly too low to the ground and then they meet my grill. Survival of the fittest, right?
Another first:
Last night I sat down and figured out why my mom always stayed up so late at night. She was always finishing something that she wanted to get done so that she didn’t have to stress about it the next day. Tomorrow my child has his first Valentine’s Day party at school. He was sent home with a list of his friends and instructions on what to send with him. Being the “on top of it” mommy that I am, I bought everything that he needed this past weekend, and then got it ready last night so that it could go with him today so that I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything tomorrow. I sat there writing out Valentine’s cards to kids I know by face, not name, yet, remembering the days of school when you went through and opened up all the little cards from your friends, and others that weren’t necessarily friends, but the teacher made sure that everyone got one… And so it begins.
You know you’re tired when…
You write your name instead of your child’s name on the “from:” part of the Valentine’s Day cards you’re doing for his class. I guess that’s what I get for naming him with the same start of his name as mine. Next time I’ll be more careful when picking out the perfect baby names.
I drive a neutral colored vehicle. I have always called it the invisible car, because everyone wants to pull out in front of me like they didn’t even see me coming. Well, apparently, humans aren’t the only ones that miss seeing me coming. In the past month, on four different occasions, a large swarm of little birds have flown across the road I am driving on, and there is always one or two that are straggling a little farther behind, and they fly so low to the ground there is no way to avoid them. So, four little birds have gone to meet their maker by the means of the front grill of my vehicle. It’s not my fault, I swear, they just fly too low to the ground and then they meet my grill. Survival of the fittest, right?
Another first:
Last night I sat down and figured out why my mom always stayed up so late at night. She was always finishing something that she wanted to get done so that she didn’t have to stress about it the next day. Tomorrow my child has his first Valentine’s Day party at school. He was sent home with a list of his friends and instructions on what to send with him. Being the “on top of it” mommy that I am, I bought everything that he needed this past weekend, and then got it ready last night so that it could go with him today so that I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything tomorrow. I sat there writing out Valentine’s cards to kids I know by face, not name, yet, remembering the days of school when you went through and opened up all the little cards from your friends, and others that weren’t necessarily friends, but the teacher made sure that everyone got one… And so it begins.
You know you’re tired when…
You write your name instead of your child’s name on the “from:” part of the Valentine’s Day cards you’re doing for his class. I guess that’s what I get for naming him with the same start of his name as mine. Next time I’ll be more careful when picking out the perfect baby names.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
THE Virus
I wouldn't wish this virus on my worst enemy.
Micheal woke up with it Wednesday morning, but it was gone by the end of the day. Then Daddy and I both came home early from work on Thursday with it, and since kids bounce back faster than parents, then Daddy and I took our time getting over it all day Friday, too. It still lingers with me a little today, but Daddy is over it and back at work. Maybe one more day off will help me out, especially since they are rainy days and I'm not expected to do more than sit on the couch and watch movies all day. Plus, it gives me extra time to sing songs with my Micheal and play with his trains and watch him grow. I wish every weekend could be as much fun as this one... minus all the trips to the bathroom.
Micheal woke up with it Wednesday morning, but it was gone by the end of the day. Then Daddy and I both came home early from work on Thursday with it, and since kids bounce back faster than parents, then Daddy and I took our time getting over it all day Friday, too. It still lingers with me a little today, but Daddy is over it and back at work. Maybe one more day off will help me out, especially since they are rainy days and I'm not expected to do more than sit on the couch and watch movies all day. Plus, it gives me extra time to sing songs with my Micheal and play with his trains and watch him grow. I wish every weekend could be as much fun as this one... minus all the trips to the bathroom.
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