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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
What a year so far!
It's been quite some time since I've been on here! I'm gonna try to update without too much detail. We'll see how that works!
In January JD fractured his femur. The fracture was cork-screw in fashion so it healed very quickly which was good for mom and dad and JD! He hung out in his stroller all day and every day. If I tried to put him on the couch or propped up pillows under him to play on the floor he cried and cried. Keepin the kid busy at a table we rigged up for him was work! When he was done with one game or toys he would chuck them across the room. By the end of the 4 weeks in the Spica cast he had all but demolished the table we had made for him. I kept screwin the sides back together every day to make it last!
We got to the ER on Sunday evening and his leg wasn't set until Tuesday mornin. They had him on 4 pain meds and he still wasn't comfortable. You could say that Mama wasn't very happy at all. There was a mix-up on what doctor was available due to the reference from our family doc. For 39 hours my child was in severe and continuous pain. If I ever have to go to that hospital again it'll be too soon! Because of his pain, JD didn't want to eat. We finally got him to eat french fries but ONLY when there was ketchup on them! He became addicted to Dr. Pepper since that's the only thing he would drink. We are still attending DPA meetings (Dr. Pepper Addiction). You say you didn't know they existed? Well! They sure do!
He was a very good sport to have dealt with all that pain and hospital surroundings and all! He kept up a pretty good attitude throughout the whole month. He also learned to say 'please' and 'thankyou' very well!!
In January JD fractured his femur. The fracture was cork-screw in fashion so it healed very quickly which was good for mom and dad and JD! He hung out in his stroller all day and every day. If I tried to put him on the couch or propped up pillows under him to play on the floor he cried and cried. Keepin the kid busy at a table we rigged up for him was work! When he was done with one game or toys he would chuck them across the room. By the end of the 4 weeks in the Spica cast he had all but demolished the table we had made for him. I kept screwin the sides back together every day to make it last!
We got to the ER on Sunday evening and his leg wasn't set until Tuesday mornin. They had him on 4 pain meds and he still wasn't comfortable. You could say that Mama wasn't very happy at all. There was a mix-up on what doctor was available due to the reference from our family doc. For 39 hours my child was in severe and continuous pain. If I ever have to go to that hospital again it'll be too soon! Because of his pain, JD didn't want to eat. We finally got him to eat french fries but ONLY when there was ketchup on them! He became addicted to Dr. Pepper since that's the only thing he would drink. We are still attending DPA meetings (Dr. Pepper Addiction). You say you didn't know they existed? Well! They sure do!
He was a very good sport to have dealt with all that pain and hospital surroundings and all! He kept up a pretty good attitude throughout the whole month. He also learned to say 'please' and 'thankyou' very well!!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Shennanigans: Why me, Lord?
'What have I ever done, to deserve even one' shennanigan these kids pull?
I say this, tongue-in-cheek, because I know, eventually, that what I've experienced in raisin' kids will actually give birth to a new way of rollin' with the punches. With all the little things that have been happening recently I feel like I've been way-layed with the biggest haymaker seen on earth.
There's definitely a sense of humor to be learned with raisin' kids. They think that 34 degress is HOT! They think that playin golf is okay in the house because they aren't 'throwin' anything. They broke the glass on an 11' X 15" picture of a buck. This week there's been dozens of spankin's to our 1 1/2 yr old. He won't stay off the table, or the counter in the bathroom! He opened up a Christmas present this mornin' that was ready to be sent to family out East. You name it, he's done it. Toys in the toilet. Books in the toilet. Books in the bath. He's climbed on the kitchen table more times than I can shake a fist at. Lliterally. I'm tired of turnin around and him gettin scolded and spanked. I'm at the point that I just don't care now. He's a tornado! But he's learned to call me 'mommy'!!!! I love it! His sweet innocent voice so deftly belies all the orneriness this kid has thrown at me!
For some reason, all the kids have felt the necessity to rearrange every-single-blasted cabinet that's within their reach.
There is dog hair in every-single-lovin piece of tupperware and bowl I own at this point! I'm not even gonna attempt to straighten up the goods because, I swear, they're like bloodhounds. If I organize a cabinet, the dry-bar, the closet, the basement, the toy room, the unbelievable amount of hats that look oh-so-good on my man, the picture books, the bookshelf, a drawer of clothes, you've got an ace in the hole bettin they'll be rearrangin' it inside 24 hrs. They sniff that stuff out! They don't even see me sometimes, but they know!
This has been a doozy of a Fall/Winter. Good thing is, the temperature's been above freezing so they've been outside playin out some of the friskiness.
As I'm typin this, runnin up and down the steps, checkin on the kids, I find this:
Peace out! I'm gonna go clean up the kitchen!
P.S. The chairs are in the kitchen 'cuz JD can't slide them to the table and climb up.
I say this, tongue-in-cheek, because I know, eventually, that what I've experienced in raisin' kids will actually give birth to a new way of rollin' with the punches. With all the little things that have been happening recently I feel like I've been way-layed with the biggest haymaker seen on earth.
There's definitely a sense of humor to be learned with raisin' kids. They think that 34 degress is HOT! They think that playin golf is okay in the house because they aren't 'throwin' anything. They broke the glass on an 11' X 15" picture of a buck. This week there's been dozens of spankin's to our 1 1/2 yr old. He won't stay off the table, or the counter in the bathroom! He opened up a Christmas present this mornin' that was ready to be sent to family out East. You name it, he's done it. Toys in the toilet. Books in the toilet. Books in the bath. He's climbed on the kitchen table more times than I can shake a fist at. Lliterally. I'm tired of turnin around and him gettin scolded and spanked. I'm at the point that I just don't care now. He's a tornado! But he's learned to call me 'mommy'!!!! I love it! His sweet innocent voice so deftly belies all the orneriness this kid has thrown at me!
For some reason, all the kids have felt the necessity to rearrange every-single-blasted cabinet that's within their reach.
There is dog hair in every-single-lovin piece of tupperware and bowl I own at this point! I'm not even gonna attempt to straighten up the goods because, I swear, they're like bloodhounds. If I organize a cabinet, the dry-bar, the closet, the basement, the toy room, the unbelievable amount of hats that look oh-so-good on my man, the picture books, the bookshelf, a drawer of clothes, you've got an ace in the hole bettin they'll be rearrangin' it inside 24 hrs. They sniff that stuff out! They don't even see me sometimes, but they know!
This has been a doozy of a Fall/Winter. Good thing is, the temperature's been above freezing so they've been outside playin out some of the friskiness.
As I'm typin this, runnin up and down the steps, checkin on the kids, I find this:
Peace out! I'm gonna go clean up the kitchen!
P.S. The chairs are in the kitchen 'cuz JD can't slide them to the table and climb up.
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