Monday, February 7, 2011
Moving...
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Hard Headed?!
I'm slowly getting indoctrinated into the world of elementary school. School pictures, badges, raising a reader book bag rotations, communication folders book fairs, eye exams hearing tests. Pick up, drop off, car line, walkers, before-care, after-care... All sorts of things that I don't remember from the stone ages.
Imagine my surprise when we got a hearing test referral in Mighty Munch's "communication folder". Basically, he failed his hearing test three times in his right ear, so they wanted us to take him to his pedi for a visit.
We happened to get the notice around the same time as his yearly well child visit. I told them when I scheduled that he had referred and they said they would check during his appointment. You can imagine the thoughts that were running through my head as we were leading up to the appointment. Remembering how close we were to looking at tubes when he was younger, etc, etc.
At any rate, Hockey Nerd took both Munch and Monkey to their well child visits (same day, same time). Have I mentioned how awesome he is lately? Shortly after the appointment time, I get text saying you aren't going to believe this. I'm going to call you. Dr. D thinks she knows what the problem was...
Turns out my sweet lovable munch had a ROCK.IN.HIS.EAR. Yes, you read that right. He put a rock in his ear. They were able to remove it with a water-pik. He had an ear infection in the opposite ear, so they weren't able to actually test him. But our pedi was fairly certain that was the cause of the problem.
After I got home that night I asked Munch when he put a rock in his ear. "I don't remember". Where were you when you did this? "At school, during recess." Did you tell your teacher or aide? "No." Finally, so Munch, why exactly did you put a rock in your ear? "Mommy, I just wanted to know what it felt like OK?" Very exasperated with my questions he turned away, but offered this parting shot, "and I promise that NEXT TIME I put a rock in my ear, I will let you know."
(For the record he has since been cleared from the ear infection, and has a perfect hearing test to boot. But also now has a note in his file, rock removed from ear, all clear.)
Never a dull moment.
Imagine my surprise when we got a hearing test referral in Mighty Munch's "communication folder". Basically, he failed his hearing test three times in his right ear, so they wanted us to take him to his pedi for a visit.
We happened to get the notice around the same time as his yearly well child visit. I told them when I scheduled that he had referred and they said they would check during his appointment. You can imagine the thoughts that were running through my head as we were leading up to the appointment. Remembering how close we were to looking at tubes when he was younger, etc, etc.
At any rate, Hockey Nerd took both Munch and Monkey to their well child visits (same day, same time). Have I mentioned how awesome he is lately? Shortly after the appointment time, I get text saying you aren't going to believe this. I'm going to call you. Dr. D thinks she knows what the problem was...
Turns out my sweet lovable munch had a ROCK.IN.HIS.EAR. Yes, you read that right. He put a rock in his ear. They were able to remove it with a water-pik. He had an ear infection in the opposite ear, so they weren't able to actually test him. But our pedi was fairly certain that was the cause of the problem.
After I got home that night I asked Munch when he put a rock in his ear. "I don't remember". Where were you when you did this? "At school, during recess." Did you tell your teacher or aide? "No." Finally, so Munch, why exactly did you put a rock in your ear? "Mommy, I just wanted to know what it felt like OK?" Very exasperated with my questions he turned away, but offered this parting shot, "and I promise that NEXT TIME I put a rock in my ear, I will let you know."
(For the record he has since been cleared from the ear infection, and has a perfect hearing test to boot. But also now has a note in his file, rock removed from ear, all clear.)
Never a dull moment.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly - 2010 edition
I think I have a first this year, I think the good is actually going to outweigh the bad and the ugly. It was bound to happen right?
The good, life in general - I'm not so doom and gloom and woe is me. Thank you Zoloft. I am, and have been very blessed. I need to continue to remember that. It's not so much about the what I don't have anymore, it's the what I have that's worth celebrating.
Hello four/tens schedule. You have brought me a day during the week to get things done, to work on me, and do as little or as much done as I would like. You have provided a much needed respite from the crazy hectic pace with moderate intrusion. I have gotten a chance to know me again, the person, and not just the worker, and munch and monkey's mom.
Zumba - how I love thee...Remember me saying I am so not a group fitness person? Yes, well, I lied. I will say the instructor totally has everything to do with it. I am totally hooked.
The Mom Mobile - happy mommy, got her third row and not really a van.
Disappearing Harvey - it would not be a year end recap without mentioning the disappearing thyroid. Knocking on anything that remotely appears as wood.
The hysterectomy - what?! How could I list this as a good? It has provided closure, no more waffling, no more second guessing. It has stopped the bleeding issues, some of the moodiness, pms, bloating. I no longer have to plan things around 'that time of the month", no longer have to double up on tampons and pads. Total peace of mind. It was the right thing to do. Not to mention that since I no longer have the pressure to ttc ever again things have gotten fun again. Sorry if that's tmi but it's true.
The bad:
The mean old cyst that briefly gave me cause for concern. The scar tissue that made it look worse than what it was. Did I mention, lots and lots of scar tissue. Thank you two c-sections and a d & c.
AF - I'm not sad to see you go your last appearance was a doozy and sad to say I don't miss you at all.
Wacky thyroid levels at various points during the year. How can I tell? The appearance and disappearance of my cheekbones in pictures throughout the year. My face puffs up now when I'm off. Such a charming trait.
The Ugly:
Cancer took both a close family friend (he was mentioned back in the cancer club post almost two years ago) as well as a very sweet lady from my church, who was just a year older than myself. Both passed away during this year. Reminding me yet again, how fortunate I have been. I may be a whiner and complainer but I know my journey has been/was in retrospect not so bad. I am here.
Toddler attitude. Oh my and from what I'm seeing from the start of the monkey's three this is going to be a big one in the next year as well. Yuck, yuck, yuck and yuck. Whomever took my sweet, good natured children, please return them and take the two that do not listen or do what's expected of them, will you please return them? Thank you so much.
Wishing everyone a very wonderful 2011.
The good, life in general - I'm not so doom and gloom and woe is me. Thank you Zoloft. I am, and have been very blessed. I need to continue to remember that. It's not so much about the what I don't have anymore, it's the what I have that's worth celebrating.
Hello four/tens schedule. You have brought me a day during the week to get things done, to work on me, and do as little or as much done as I would like. You have provided a much needed respite from the crazy hectic pace with moderate intrusion. I have gotten a chance to know me again, the person, and not just the worker, and munch and monkey's mom.
Zumba - how I love thee...Remember me saying I am so not a group fitness person? Yes, well, I lied. I will say the instructor totally has everything to do with it. I am totally hooked.
The Mom Mobile - happy mommy, got her third row and not really a van.
Disappearing Harvey - it would not be a year end recap without mentioning the disappearing thyroid. Knocking on anything that remotely appears as wood.
The hysterectomy - what?! How could I list this as a good? It has provided closure, no more waffling, no more second guessing. It has stopped the bleeding issues, some of the moodiness, pms, bloating. I no longer have to plan things around 'that time of the month", no longer have to double up on tampons and pads. Total peace of mind. It was the right thing to do. Not to mention that since I no longer have the pressure to ttc ever again things have gotten fun again. Sorry if that's tmi but it's true.
The bad:
The mean old cyst that briefly gave me cause for concern. The scar tissue that made it look worse than what it was. Did I mention, lots and lots of scar tissue. Thank you two c-sections and a d & c.
AF - I'm not sad to see you go your last appearance was a doozy and sad to say I don't miss you at all.
Wacky thyroid levels at various points during the year. How can I tell? The appearance and disappearance of my cheekbones in pictures throughout the year. My face puffs up now when I'm off. Such a charming trait.
The Ugly:
Cancer took both a close family friend (he was mentioned back in the cancer club post almost two years ago) as well as a very sweet lady from my church, who was just a year older than myself. Both passed away during this year. Reminding me yet again, how fortunate I have been. I may be a whiner and complainer but I know my journey has been/was in retrospect not so bad. I am here.
Toddler attitude. Oh my and from what I'm seeing from the start of the monkey's three this is going to be a big one in the next year as well. Yuck, yuck, yuck and yuck. Whomever took my sweet, good natured children, please return them and take the two that do not listen or do what's expected of them, will you please return them? Thank you so much.
Wishing everyone a very wonderful 2011.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
A Little Elfin Magic
Several years ago we received the Elf on a Shelf as a Christmas gift from my younger sister. The premise of which is that every year we have an elf come visit us shortly after Thanksgiving and he leaves us on Christmas Eve. The rules are simple, the elf goes nightly to report Santa the behavior of the day and then comes back prior to wake up call. Children can not touch the elf because if they do he will lose his ability to go to the North Pole. Children can talk to the elf, but he can only communicate with the adults.
Admittedly, it's bribery on the grandest scale. The Santa threat, and yes even as a Christian household we do recognize Santa. But it's great fun for me to try and top where I put the elf every night. Especially now that both the munch and monkey are active participants in trying to find him. It's been even better as Lewie's teacher has an elf in his classroom too, so he really recognizes the rules. I will also admit, knowing my two as I do, that I tend not to tempt fate and put our elf up out of reach. Though one night with George (George Foofa Prime is the full elf name - George from George of the Jungle, Foofa - the monkey's contribution from Yo Gabba Gabba, and of course Prime as in Optimus - any guesses where that came from?) perched high on our Christmas the munch asked me what would happen if he "accidentally" bumped into the tree and George came flying down. Think he was plotting?
We've spun two other traditions off of George, one is a special gift from George to Evie and Lewie in their stockings. He happened to visit Evie's stocking on 12/23 and Lewie on 12/24. Then a special gift from Santa for taking such good care of George. This year the special gift was a Veggie Tales Nativity Set.
Who knew a little plastic elf would be so much fun.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Sweet Monkey: Three going on 30
Can you tell I've returned to work? I can not believe I am so delayed in this post. November and December are the craziest months for this family three birthdays (mine, the munch, the monkey) and three holidays plus throw in an impromptu weekend trip and I will need a vacation when I get my vacation allotment in January.
So without further justification, here it is my happy birthday sweet girl. Happy Third Birthday, we are so glad you are with us.
I always feel like I don't do her justice in words. She's hard to capture this way, a walking contradiction, the sweetest, yet unfortunately sassiest little girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She snuggles and gives kisses one minute telling me I'm the "bestest mommy ever" followed quickly by telling her daddy that she wants to sell me. Really?! Already?
She is without a doubt the silliest member of this family, and if you know anything about us at all, you'd know that's quite a feat. She loves to laugh and is very much a free spirit. She's artistic, thank you Grandpa Art. I know you are smiling about that. She can color for hours, days on end. Her big kick right now is painting, with water, no paint and then letting it dry. We have made several "art books" roughly translated as pages of her various pictures, three whole punched and tied with ribbon. She loves to sing and dance and has just started playing "ballet".
Sweet Monkey is a no-nonsense little girl, generally she calls it like she sees it, which while it's a good trait to have, has caused some awkward moments. I joked last night when someone asked her if she was comfortable in her car seat (her answer was no), that I often think that she has the soul of a 101 year old, cantankerous and speaks her mind.
She loves her brother more than words can express, an attribute as her big brother he readily takes advantage of on a daily basis, despite the fact that she can mow him down.
She has her daddy totally wrapped around her finger and has also figured out how to flirt, whether it is the party host at Chuck E Cheese (never have I seen her have someone pick her up so often with a bat of her eyelashes) or Santa. Hockey nerd is already lining up his friends as back up once we enter the dating phase..
My sweet girl, I have heard is a mini-me, which while I see a lot of my less endearing traits in her(quick temper, strong will, independent), and a very striking resemblance even now. I don't think I'm nearly as much fun. Though I will say she and I have quite a bit of fun together, she has brought out my inner silly I pray on a daily basis that she is smarter and wiser than her mommy and makes wise choices earlier on.
She loves books, I think she is going to be my reader. I can not wait to introduce to Beezus & Ramona, Harriett the Spy and all of my childhood favorites. Already indoctrinated in Seuss and her personal favorite right now, Sandra Boynton.
My favorite, favorite, most amazing thing I can say about Evie Mae is that she is quite comfortable in her own skin. She loves herself and is very confident in her ability to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It's taken me 40 some odd years to start getting to this point. I hope that her life treats her kindly and that this a trait she will never lose...She can go a long way in this world, she just has to maintain the ability to love and believe in herself.
So all of that being said, my sweet, silly, monkey, I love you all the way to the moon and back. I thank God for you (and your bubba, and your daddy) daily. Happy 3rd Birthday my sweet girl. My have you grown.
So without further justification, here it is my happy birthday sweet girl. Happy Third Birthday, we are so glad you are with us.
I always feel like I don't do her justice in words. She's hard to capture this way, a walking contradiction, the sweetest, yet unfortunately sassiest little girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She snuggles and gives kisses one minute telling me I'm the "bestest mommy ever" followed quickly by telling her daddy that she wants to sell me. Really?! Already?
She is without a doubt the silliest member of this family, and if you know anything about us at all, you'd know that's quite a feat. She loves to laugh and is very much a free spirit. She's artistic, thank you Grandpa Art. I know you are smiling about that. She can color for hours, days on end. Her big kick right now is painting, with water, no paint and then letting it dry. We have made several "art books" roughly translated as pages of her various pictures, three whole punched and tied with ribbon. She loves to sing and dance and has just started playing "ballet".
Sweet Monkey is a no-nonsense little girl, generally she calls it like she sees it, which while it's a good trait to have, has caused some awkward moments. I joked last night when someone asked her if she was comfortable in her car seat (her answer was no), that I often think that she has the soul of a 101 year old, cantankerous and speaks her mind.
She loves her brother more than words can express, an attribute as her big brother he readily takes advantage of on a daily basis, despite the fact that she can mow him down.
She has her daddy totally wrapped around her finger and has also figured out how to flirt, whether it is the party host at Chuck E Cheese (never have I seen her have someone pick her up so often with a bat of her eyelashes) or Santa. Hockey nerd is already lining up his friends as back up once we enter the dating phase..
My sweet girl, I have heard is a mini-me, which while I see a lot of my less endearing traits in her(quick temper, strong will, independent), and a very striking resemblance even now. I don't think I'm nearly as much fun. Though I will say she and I have quite a bit of fun together, she has brought out my inner silly I pray on a daily basis that she is smarter and wiser than her mommy and makes wise choices earlier on.
She loves books, I think she is going to be my reader. I can not wait to introduce to Beezus & Ramona, Harriett the Spy and all of my childhood favorites. Already indoctrinated in Seuss and her personal favorite right now, Sandra Boynton.
My favorite, favorite, most amazing thing I can say about Evie Mae is that she is quite comfortable in her own skin. She loves herself and is very confident in her ability to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. It's taken me 40 some odd years to start getting to this point. I hope that her life treats her kindly and that this a trait she will never lose...She can go a long way in this world, she just has to maintain the ability to love and believe in herself.
So all of that being said, my sweet, silly, monkey, I love you all the way to the moon and back. I thank God for you (and your bubba, and your daddy) daily. Happy 3rd Birthday my sweet girl. My have you grown.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Oh Happy Day!
Five years ago today, I was given this tremendous gift
Happy 5th Birthday Munch. I love you all the way to the moon and back.
This would be the munch several hours after his birth. All 8 pounds 11 ounces of him. I fell in love instantly with the chunky, wrinkly little old man, new baby-ness that was my munch on his birthday.
Today we have celebrated by the monkey and I waking him up and singing happy birthday. Making him birthday treats to actually be able to bring to school. Thank you hysterectomy. His snack request? Brownies with blue frosting and sprinkles, go figure. Next up pizza, cake and presents with his Grammy and PawPaw.
I am so lucky to be his Mommy.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Surgery as arts & crafts
One of these days I'll remember to watch what I am saying in front of little ears, but I thought this was pretty cute. Probably biased though. I was talking to hockey nerd about the glue from my incisions finally starting to go away. Not thinking anything about saying this in front of the munch and the monkey, they both have been oddly curious about mommy's owie, so it's not been a big deal.
My sweet munch said "Mommy you have glue on your owie?" I replied yes that they used glue to keep it closed. "Oh, wow Mommy. I'll be right back." Only to return a few minutes later with this:
"Mommy, we have glue will this help?" Aww, I love my sweet boy.
My sweet munch said "Mommy you have glue on your owie?" I replied yes that they used glue to keep it closed. "Oh, wow Mommy. I'll be right back." Only to return a few minutes later with this:
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