Today we saw Gabe's orthopaedic doctor, Dr. Bones. He had his annual x-ray and foot tickle and was declared fit as a fiddle (albeit he had stinky feet, a running joke between Gabe and his doc) I'm thankful today that Gabe's spine has straightened out and the doc isn't concerned with it anymore (what a relief!)
On another note, today is the 13th anniversary of my grandmother passing away; while I miss her, I'm so thankful for the time we had together; she was an awesome grandma and we were all lucky to have her. Today in her honor I had some almond windmill cookies like she used to love, though they didn't taste quite the same without her.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Being Sick By the Numbers
Number of doctor's visits in the last week: 6
Number of prescriptions prescribed to our family this week: 6
Cost of said prescriptions (thank God for insurance): $150
Number of birthday parties canceled because of sickness: 1
Number of get well cards received: 1 (thanks Greats :D)
Number of diagnoses of "Double Pneumonia" in the house: 3
Hours of sleep, per day, on average of each sickie in the house: 18-20
Now we're all on the up and up, feeling a ton better. Gabe had another doctors visit yesterday that resulted in ANOTHER prescription for him, but after two doses he's already feeling better. Jeez oh pete, this sickness SUCKED. Thankfully Geo was off last week, so he could help me out since I was the first one sick and then he was able to recuperate during the last half of the week when HE was sick. Gabe is on spring break this week, so he can just rest and relax and concentrate on getting better before heading back to school. Through all of this though, SarahAnne didn't get sick at ALL. Not even a sniffle. Our pediatrician yesterday said that two years of nursing OBVIOUSLY made a difference for her; thank goodness! Now to get back to feeling better and maybe getting outside for a bit of bubble blowing!!
Number of prescriptions prescribed to our family this week: 6
Cost of said prescriptions (thank God for insurance): $150
Number of birthday parties canceled because of sickness: 1
Number of get well cards received: 1 (thanks Greats :D)
Number of diagnoses of "Double Pneumonia" in the house: 3
Hours of sleep, per day, on average of each sickie in the house: 18-20
Now we're all on the up and up, feeling a ton better. Gabe had another doctors visit yesterday that resulted in ANOTHER prescription for him, but after two doses he's already feeling better. Jeez oh pete, this sickness SUCKED. Thankfully Geo was off last week, so he could help me out since I was the first one sick and then he was able to recuperate during the last half of the week when HE was sick. Gabe is on spring break this week, so he can just rest and relax and concentrate on getting better before heading back to school. Through all of this though, SarahAnne didn't get sick at ALL. Not even a sniffle. Our pediatrician yesterday said that two years of nursing OBVIOUSLY made a difference for her; thank goodness! Now to get back to feeling better and maybe getting outside for a bit of bubble blowing!!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Happy Birthday Bitty Bits
Dear SarahAnne,
Today you are four; the time has flown by so quickly. You're rapidly growing up to be a sweet, independent, clever, creative, silly little girl. Last night when I came to bed, you woke up and groggily smiled at me and flashed four fingers and said "I'm 4 momma" you then rolled over for a quick snoogle and rolled back over and started snoring.
You are often very exhausting, both physically and emotionally. The other day when you swore up and down a ghost wrote all over my bed for example. Or when you blamed a crocodile for "snizzering" your pants AND blanket. Or last week when you decided to paint your fingers AND toes with hot pink nail polish. *sigh* HOWEVER all the snuggles and sweetness make up for all of that. You love to take care of all of us, often pretending to be "momma" when we are your "baby" I swear, if you could catch the cat and he'd tolerate it, he'd have a bottle in his mouth and a diaper on his butt.
I hope you'll always be this sweet, silly, and sassy. You'll always be my itty bitty and we love you so so much.
Love,
Momma, Daddy, Gabe, and Boni cat =^..^=
Today you are four; the time has flown by so quickly. You're rapidly growing up to be a sweet, independent, clever, creative, silly little girl. Last night when I came to bed, you woke up and groggily smiled at me and flashed four fingers and said "I'm 4 momma" you then rolled over for a quick snoogle and rolled back over and started snoring.
You are often very exhausting, both physically and emotionally. The other day when you swore up and down a ghost wrote all over my bed for example. Or when you blamed a crocodile for "snizzering" your pants AND blanket. Or last week when you decided to paint your fingers AND toes with hot pink nail polish. *sigh* HOWEVER all the snuggles and sweetness make up for all of that. You love to take care of all of us, often pretending to be "momma" when we are your "baby" I swear, if you could catch the cat and he'd tolerate it, he'd have a bottle in his mouth and a diaper on his butt.
I hope you'll always be this sweet, silly, and sassy. You'll always be my itty bitty and we love you so so much.
Love,
Momma, Daddy, Gabe, and Boni cat =^..^=
I Want My Mooooom
It's not very often that I get sick; the last time I was sick was the awful stomach flu we all had well over a year ago. Because I don't get sick very often, when I *do* get sick, I get SICK. Yesterday morning I went to urgent care because I couldn't stop coughing and was flat out miserable. The diagnosis, of course, was bronchitis (hooray) laryngitis (which I cannot spell without the help of spell check) and the ever so common "cold". In a word, I feel like crap.
When I was pregnant with Gabriel, I went to visit my parents and happened to have a raging head cold. I can very distinctly recall sleeping in my dads recliner and waking up to him smearing Vicks on my face (his cure all for all things cold related; I tend to agree) There was always a mug of hot tea made by my mom (HER cure all for all things cold related; again, I agree) sitting next to me, and whenever I was hungry Mom whipped up some buttered toast for me to munch on. Vicks, hot tea, and toast are pretty much cured what ailed you when we were growing up. I still find myself reaching for those three things when I get sick OR when the kiddos get sick. Something about that combo is super soothing, even if it doesn't really "do" anything.
So now, it's five a.m. and I'm waiting for the bathroom to fill with steam so I can go wheeze in peace without waking anyone up and wishing I had my mom. I just KNOW her tea and toast would fix this. Sometimes, even mommas need their mommas and this is one of those times.
When I was pregnant with Gabriel, I went to visit my parents and happened to have a raging head cold. I can very distinctly recall sleeping in my dads recliner and waking up to him smearing Vicks on my face (his cure all for all things cold related; I tend to agree) There was always a mug of hot tea made by my mom (HER cure all for all things cold related; again, I agree) sitting next to me, and whenever I was hungry Mom whipped up some buttered toast for me to munch on. Vicks, hot tea, and toast are pretty much cured what ailed you when we were growing up. I still find myself reaching for those three things when I get sick OR when the kiddos get sick. Something about that combo is super soothing, even if it doesn't really "do" anything.
So now, it's five a.m. and I'm waiting for the bathroom to fill with steam so I can go wheeze in peace without waking anyone up and wishing I had my mom. I just KNOW her tea and toast would fix this. Sometimes, even mommas need their mommas and this is one of those times.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Ooooh Fat Bottom Girls You Make the Rockin' World Go 'Round
I am not what one would call "skinny" "slim" or "slender" In fact, I'm more on the "festivally plump" size, I have some junk in my trunk, a wiggle in my walk, I have curves and then some. I am a fattie fattie two by four, couldn't get through the kitchen door. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH I have a fat ass, I like to eat, and I pretty much don't care who doesn't like it.
That being said, I want to be healthy and working out is a great way for me to be more healthy. A few weeks ago, Geo and I joined our local gym. It's wonderful, I feel good, I have more energy, etc etc. I love swimming laps in the pool, then hopping in the hot tub for a soak. Finally, I strip off my suit and soak up the heat and steam of the sauna. It's good for my body and soul. I then take a nice hot shower, get dressed, and get back to "real" life.
I have no problem with nudity in the locker room-it's a LOCKER ROOM, of course there's going to be nudity, right? I am so sad, though, to see that most of the women in that place are so insecure that they'd rather get dressed in a wet shower than walk through the locker room in a towel and dare show their bodies to anyone. It's taken me a long time to get to the point where I accept my body and love it. This body has grown and nurtured two children; it's been through a lot, I consider my stretch marks marks of battle; MY awesome amazing body created two amazing children and THEY are physical reminders of it.
The women who are most likely to walk around the locker room in a towel without worrying about who is looking at them? Women my age and older; with age comes wisdom and apparently so does loving your own body. I wish I could go back to my late teenage self and tell me to love myself and love the way I'm made. I know I'll never be stick skinny and that's perfectly fine. I'd be completely and utterly out of balance if I weighed 100 pounds (never mind I wouldn't have anything to wear except maybe some of Gabe's tshirts LOL) I spent a long time trying to cover my body and feeling ashamed of it and it's time I cannot get back-so from this moment forward, I'm loving my shape and my body and anyone who doesn't like it can kiss my big ole' backside :P
That being said, I want to be healthy and working out is a great way for me to be more healthy. A few weeks ago, Geo and I joined our local gym. It's wonderful, I feel good, I have more energy, etc etc. I love swimming laps in the pool, then hopping in the hot tub for a soak. Finally, I strip off my suit and soak up the heat and steam of the sauna. It's good for my body and soul. I then take a nice hot shower, get dressed, and get back to "real" life.
I have no problem with nudity in the locker room-it's a LOCKER ROOM, of course there's going to be nudity, right? I am so sad, though, to see that most of the women in that place are so insecure that they'd rather get dressed in a wet shower than walk through the locker room in a towel and dare show their bodies to anyone. It's taken me a long time to get to the point where I accept my body and love it. This body has grown and nurtured two children; it's been through a lot, I consider my stretch marks marks of battle; MY awesome amazing body created two amazing children and THEY are physical reminders of it.
The women who are most likely to walk around the locker room in a towel without worrying about who is looking at them? Women my age and older; with age comes wisdom and apparently so does loving your own body. I wish I could go back to my late teenage self and tell me to love myself and love the way I'm made. I know I'll never be stick skinny and that's perfectly fine. I'd be completely and utterly out of balance if I weighed 100 pounds (never mind I wouldn't have anything to wear except maybe some of Gabe's tshirts LOL) I spent a long time trying to cover my body and feeling ashamed of it and it's time I cannot get back-so from this moment forward, I'm loving my shape and my body and anyone who doesn't like it can kiss my big ole' backside :P
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