Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Just a little visitor....

I don't feel that I need to actually even say these words here, but I will.  I still miss my Annie dog more than I ever thought I could miss a pet.  She's still with the vet.  Still working on her miracle.  She has made improvements.  She still can't walk.  She still can't express her bladder on her own.  But she's trying.  I've seen videos from the vet of Annie attempting to stand on her own and these are definitely improvements.  She still has a long road...

Still the best dog.  Ever.

In the meantime, yesterday, a friend posted a picture of a dog that was up for adoption.  The dog immediately sparked my attention.  It is a small dog, around 10 pounds and just about 5 years old.  It is a Bischon/Poodle mix who's owner has had some health problems and is no longer able to care for the dog.

I reached out to my friend about the dog and found out its owner is a relative of mine.  I don't know the direct link, all I know is it goes through my dad.  I have a hard time remembering any relationships outside of first (maybe second) cousins.

Things were starting to fall into place with this dog.  The dog is somewhat related to me.  The dog's name is "Chloe".  Seth's dear dog that we lost several years ago was Chloe...

I didn't want to commit to an official adoption of this dog.  My head wants a dog in the house again.  My heart says, "But what would Annie think....?"  My friend assured me that if I felt it wouldn't work with this dog, or when it was time for Annie to come home, I wouldn't have any trouble finding another home for this dog. 

After I got the okay, we decided to make the call and foster the dog.  I say foster, because I really want to get my Annie dog back.  And if she comes back, I don't want her to feel like she's been replaced. 

But if Annie doesn't come back.... I don't even want to finish that thought.

So this morning, I head to pick up the little dog.  As I got closer to the vet my heart started to sink.  I've had mixed emotions about this the whole time but getting close to the clinic brought it out.  My little Annie dog is in there..... Maybe I should go see her.  No, that won't help Annie and it won't help me... But how can I walk in there and pick up a different dog and just leave Annie. 

Well.  That's where Annie needs to be.  I don't have enough ability to help or care for her at this point.  She is loved there.  They are giving her everything that she needs, including love.

I made it clear to the folks at the vet that all I wanted was my Annie dog back... But in the meantime, maybe I could give the love I have for my Annie to a dog who needs it.

So I walked in and shortly after walked out with this little Chloe.


She is a very sweet dog.  She was timid and confused but is already settling in at our house.  She sniffed everywhere and I know she can still smell Annie.  She spent an extra amount of time sniffing around my side of the bed - Annie used to sleep under my side of the bed.... She has been sweet to the boys and very sweet to me and now she's curled up in the new little bed I bought her right beside me in the kitchen.

We will take care of this dog and give her a home.  I know we will get attached.  But if sweet Annie comes back, this little sweet girl might have to find another new place to go.  But for now... she's content.



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Poop....

I think at one point I told a friend, and maybe even mentioned here, that my life got exponentially dirtier after having my second child...

Right after I had Charlie, Wyatt got into this awful habit of sticking his hands in his diaper after he had done his dirty business... And that lead to awful discoveries of dirty business in a variety of places... 

I think the hand into the dirty business was a step in the direction of potty training for Wyatt.  I'm pretty certain he was just over two. 

Well, here I am almost two years later and I'm reliving the joys of that age through dear Mr. Charlie.

In the last two weeks I have dealt with an unordinary amount of poop in a wide variety of locations throughout this house....  Don't worry, I will spare you all the pictures. Though a few choice friends have been lucky enough to receive some of the snaps... ;)  Don't you feel special....

Charlie does things a little differently, though.  Charlie doesn't just stick his hands in his diapers, he just takes the diapers off completely.  The other morning I was in my bathroom getting ready when out of the corner of my eye I saw a bare-bummed Charlie streak out of my bedroom.  Sure enough, when I peaked into my closet where he had been playing, I made the horrendous discovery.  A pebble-poop filled, abandoned diaper - along with a few strays - right there in the middle of my closet. 

About a week before that, I saw Wyatt come out of the hallway and stop in his tracks and say, "No, Charlie..... Don't.... Charlie.... No...."  I came in to find Charlie standing half-naked on top of an empty coffee table with his little poop pebbles all over the stinkin' table!?!?  BOY. 

*Side note - I have never been more happy about a little lingering case of constipation that leads to pebbles of poop that are easily picked up instead of that nice healthy, smearing consistency we all enjoy.... *

**Another side note - I apologize for the somewhat graphic nature of this post.  I am trying to use the sweetest language I can to describe such a subject.  But, let's face it, you're the one who decided to read about a post called Poop on a blog called Poop and Hiccups...**

Closet, table, living room floor, bathtub... These are just a few of the locations where the poop bandit tends to strike.

So here's the thing... Does this mean Charlie is thinking about being potty-trained..!?  Wyatt was just over two years and potty trained like a dream... But Charlie isn't even two yet... And I definitely don't want to set both of us up to fail... But if he's telling me something, I don't want to miss the boat...

Any thoughts, dear Poop readers...? 

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Full Disclosure

Today was the day that I sang to my mailbox.

Plexus has arrived! 



Today, I received the Tri-Plex combo which includes a 30 day supply of Slim and 60 count of ProBio5 and 120 count of BioCleanse.  THIS, is a great value.

SO it's almost 2 and I think, I guess it's too late to try Slim today.  But my cousin told me she usually takes one around 3 before her afternoon snack.  I can do that!

So I figured it was time to weigh, measure, confess, and really document - with full disclosure - my journey for you all.

I said I was going to share....

Holy wow I can't believe I'm going to type this. 

Here goes.  No judgment.

Weight this morning -  176.  Yes.  176.  And that's down from yesterday.  People always guess my weight and they always guess wrong.  I'm German.  I have big bones.

Measurements:
Bust - 38.5
Waist - 37 - this is one inch below belly button, at my "personality pudge"
Waist at button - 34.5
Hips - 38.25
Thigh - just one - 24.5
Arm - just one - 12.5
Head - 22.5 - Hey, you never know... ;)

I always describe my shape as straight up and down... I'd say I was right...

So there you have it.  I said it.

I'm going to drink my first Slim... It's go time.

I guess I'll update you all later... :)

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

What's Shakin'...?!

Well, I feel sheepish...

My last post was mid-July.... Eeesh.

To be fair, I composed a long, heartfelt post after my sweet Annie dog had her accident.  But this was really became almost an obituary for her.  As she is still alive and working on her miracle... I felt I needed to save that one...

Then I made a post about Wyatt's first day of preschool!  But, my pictures weren't loading properly so I put that in the vault as well, to work on when I took the time.  I never took the time.

Do you all remember that red computer cabinet I posted about a while back...?  My "office"...?  Well, I have since pulled my computer from that tiny little cabinet and put it on our kitchen table...!  We never really ate at this table - we eat at the dining room table - and it was really our drop zone.  So NOW I have this entire table for my work space...!  The kids have been relatively good about leaving the computer alone.  Success.  I'm so much happier!  And am able to spend more time on the computer without having to open Pandora's little red computer cabinet box.

Now, onto the new business.

If you're reading this, you likely are reading through the Facebook link.  If you have paid any attention at all to Facebook, you've seen one of my now numerous posts about Plexus.  If you haven't found this through Facebook... (That will be shocking...)  Here's a little back story.

One of my sweet cousins in Texas has been using and selling Plexus now for about 4 months.  She posts a LOT on Facebook and I was intrigued.  She immediately started raving to me about the products AND about the company and how quickly it's growing and how many people it's helping.  She explained how I could get involved - either trying the products or trying them as an Ambassador.  I decided to hold off for a bit because we really didn't have a regular income at the time.

Fast forward to last Friday.  I signed up as an Ambassador!  I still haven't tried the products - they should be arriving today.  I cannot wait to try them!

So why in the world did I sign up as an Ambassador if I haven't even tried them...?! 

Well, I have faith.  I have a feeling at least one of their products is going to be a product I just love and don't want to live without!

One of the main reasons I signed up to be an Ambassador, to be honest, is I can get the products cheaper....  Captain Obvious.

Small bonus... I can make some money!  I work all day, every day, with these boys.  But the job pays relatively poorly.  So if I can get a couple dolla, dolla bills out of this journey, why not?

As I'm starting to post more and read and research more about Plexus, I'm getting excited about the company and products, and even more excited, by the interest that has been expressed to me by so many friends!  Even though I haven't tried them, I'm excited.  And especially excited about the idea of going through this with other people. 

Did I say I was excited...?

I share.  Maybe sometimes I overshare.  But from what I hear, some people, certainly not all, appreciate this sharing.  So here I am, sharing.  Maybe oversharing. 

I plan on continuing to tell my story while starting the Plexus products.  Whether it shows up here or just on Facebook, you'll know.  Read, laugh, don't cry.... Ask me questions... Get mad at me.  Laugh at me.  Laugh with me. Just be a part of it.

Speaking of laughing with/at me... I literally just slipped on a grape.  Slipped and busted it.  I hit my shoulder on my dining room credenza and landed on my bum.  True story.  The worst part of the story though, I was carrying sweet Charlie.  Luckily, no babies were injured in the making of my ridiculous fall.  Wyatt was immediately at my side, using his sweet talking and caring voice, tell me he'd always take care of me.... Melt.  Maybe I'm doing something right with him after all.... :)

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Poop and Doctors.

Patience is a virtue.

What does that even mean?...!

I know I say it several times in response to working on trying to raise these two boys and maintain my sanity while also trying to be somewhat involved in the community...  Be prepared, I have already decided to have an entire blog post dedicated to this concept of patience.  Another day.

Today we went to the doctor for Charlie's 18 month well-child check.  I intended on Wyatt staying home because I don't want to take a kid who doesn't need to be at the doctor to the doctor.  This wasn't an option today so the three of us loaded up and headed to town.  I expected a relatively simple visit - I was told no shots.  Though I thought there might be a finger prick for lead testing.

While in the dreaded toy area of the office (I'm a germaphobe.. I know this...) Wyatt asked me if there was a bathroom here.  Blast... I didn't make him go before we left home.  I told him yes, and if he could hold it for a bit, we would go while we waited for the doctor back in the room.  Not long after, it was obvious we didn't have that time to wait.

Real life interjection - I just had to go pull Charlie out of my toilet.... What is the obsession there...?  I should know better than trying to blog a little while the boys are still awake... Moving on.

We found the restroom and I picked Wyatt up so he could dangle himself into the toilet to pee.  "No, Mom! I've got to go poop!"  Sigh........ "Okay."

We returned to the dreaded toy area after we wrapped up the potty break.  Five minutes later we were still waiting and a familiar smell begin to fill the dreaded toy area.  Charlie pooped.  Two boys.  Two poops.  Naturally.  I found a spot to change Charles and we were set.

Shortly after, we were escorted to our room and met with the doctor.  This was a bit chaotic.  Both boys trying to climb onto the exam table, crinkling paper, rabbling loudly, arguing over who gets which tractor.  Charlie looks great - developmentally wonderful.  Throat looks beautiful - clear of strep throat.  Ears - red, infected.  Scoff.  Okay. 

Thinking we are nearly done, the doctor asks me if I have interest in the Hepatitis A vaccine.  He recommends it now - schools don't require it but that may be coming.  Now is the perfect time to vaccinate Charlie since we are six months before his next check-up and round of vaccines.  I asked if Wyatt had this because I didn't remember him having a shot at 18 months.  No, he hadn't, but he could be vaccinated at any time.  "Let's do it.  Both of them."

As soon as Wyatt heard he'd be having a shot - it hit the fan.  "I don't want to take a shot! I don't want to take a shot!  I don't want to take a shot!" 

:)  This was hysterical to me.  Any passerby must have thought I was forcing alcohol down my child's throat to get us through this appointment.

Boy did Wyatt get the short end of the stick.  He wasn't even supposed to come to the doctor today.  I told him they weren't going to do anything to him.  And bam.  Before we knew it, he was being held down, screaming from deep within him, with a needle stuck in his strong, worker-man leg.  He was beside himself.  The last time we got a shot (flu shot) he didn't even make a peep.  No tears.  Nothing.  He's much more aware of what's happening every day. 

Charlie made it through his shot with the same scenario.  Momma needed more arms to comfort her betrayed boys.  Wyatt walked down the hallway at the doctor's office, crying the whole way.  We grabbed our sucker "party favors" and out we went.  Smirks and giggles from far more experienced parents in the waiting room serenaded us as we walked out to this beautiful July day.

We headed out to drop off our recycling - which I AM LOVING doing, by the way!  Wyatt is so interested in it and it's really cut down on our trash and back porch clutter. 

Then we headed to the Y for Wyatt's swim lesson.  I had thought of cancelling since I wasn't sure what would happen at the doctor or how it would work out time wise but I'm glad we went.  Charlie and I went swimming also.  Wyatt has made so much progress and can swim pretty well with just his back float.  We are working on head in the water - he just is not a fan of that and his stubbornness that he comes by so honestly is very apparent as he explains to the teacher why he shouldn't have to stick his head in the water. 

Here we are - nearly six hours after our morning adventures began.  God was in my heart this morning - he kept me more patient that I normally would be with poop, shots and screaming children.  Patience is a virtue.


Additional note:
I have so many friends who have more serious struggles - medically, financially -  with their children.  Please do not read this blog and hear the complaints of a mom who really shouldn't be complaining.  I know it's easy to get caught up in the situations that aren't ideal and are somewhat challenging.  I get caught up.  I get dramatic.  I pity myself.  But I also try to find the time to check myself and realize how fortunate we are as a family.  My boys are healthy.  There isn't much that we have to go without.. I just use this blog as a way to share the times that I encounter with my boys and hope some can relate.  I know several others who could write a much more intense take on motherhood and life.  This is just mine.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Hard to Love

At Poop and Hiccups, a lot of time is spent telling stories about the kids and all of the crazy/beautiful times they get us into.  Today, I was making dinner listening to music and a song that I hadn't heard in a long time came on the radio.  I was instantly taken back and inspired to write a little something about my main squeeze. 

The butter to my bread.

The dill to my pickle.

The peanut butter to my jelly.

I'm writing this in the kitchen.  And I'm hungry.


Hard to Love by Lee Brice.  If you don't know this song, you can't continue reading until you stop, google it, listen to it. 


Just over five years ago, Seth and I were married.  Here we are in the same little ol' house Seth moved into 7-8 years ago.  We've added on and added two kids.

This man drives me nuts.  We ebb and flow.  We love each other more than I ever thought I could love someone but we also drive each other more nuts that I ever thought possible.  I think this is normal.  If it's not... don't tell me. 

I think we balance each other.  Pardon the language - but I'm a jackass.  I break out in song and dance randomly, I speak in random accents.  I'm a jackass.

Seth is a serious, hard-working man.  There isn't a day that goes by that Seth doesn't have a list of 20+ things that he is going to try to accomplish that day.  Don't get my wrong, I usually have a fairly impressive to-do list also.  Mine is just hindered by these two little men that moved in with Seth and I over the past few years.

During one of our "you drive me more nuts than anyone I know" moments of life, Seth had done something to scrunch my face into major frustration.  And then, he started singing.  ....

"I'm hard to love, hard to love."

I couldn't do anything but grin. 

This could not be more true. 

I'm not saying this song defines our entire marriage.  I'm sure, like everyone else, we would need an entire album for every different day of the week, month, year.

Going back even further, Seth and I met when we both just 15 at the county fair.  I had gone with a few friends to the teen dance.  I saw Seth.  Seth saw me.  I'm not sure which happened first but Seth, being the suave man that he thinks he is, approached me.  He got my phone number and we spent the summer having a relationship over the phone.  We were 15.... He called me every morning before 7am.  I'm thinking, who in the world is this kid... Up before 7 during the summer and talking about the work he's doing.  Freak.  :)  By the way, I have a feeling this is exactly how little Mr. Wyatt is going to turn out.  There are worse things. :)

Fast forward to the end of the summer and Seth broke my heart by deciding to date some other girl at the state fair.  Really, though, I was pretty upset by this.  I was really enjoying my chats with this guy.

Fast forward even further and we both started dating other people but we always stayed in touch.  He was one of the very few people I would call to just have a chat. 

This is my blog and I'm in charge, so I'm saying this.  Seth spent the next 8 years trying to get me back.  He was always trying to get me to go on a date or out with friends or to this dinner or that wedding.  I played a very good game of hard to get.

But there was always something.  At one point, when I was around 21, I remember having a good couch conversation with one of my dearest friends and I said, "I just feel like I could marry Seth.  I could just see myself ending up with him."

In February of 2008, he convinced me to go on a date.  He likes to say (which is somewhat accurate) that I was drinking a little wine with my mom and she convinced me to give this guy a shot. 

We went on a date.  And another.  And a good ol' country-cruising, go feed the cows date.

In April of 2008 we decided to make it official.  We were in a relationship.

In August of 2008, Seth proposed in the middle of the living room floor.  He bought a ring that day and it was burning a hole in his pocket.

In February of 2009, we were married.

Whirlwind....?  Yeah, you're telling me.

There is just something between us that neither of us can deny and I think it first showed up that summer when we were 15.  God knows what he's doing.  He kept us in each other's life just enough to be intrigued, but knew to keep us away from each other until we were ready to handle the rest of our lives.

We grew up.  Together and apart.

He is ridiculously hard to love sometimes.  And I know I'm the same way - hard to love.  But I love him and the things that he stands for.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Did someone say strep...?

Yesterday, my dad and I were scheduled to go on a secret mission to get a birthday gift for my mom.  We had all the details lined out and were planning a 1:00 p.m. departure.

But life isn't that simple.

All morning, my beautiful Charlie just didn't seem quite right and he was a fuss. budget!  He took a morning nap and when he woke up he felt like a charcoal briquette!  I took his temperature around 10:30 to find he had a 103 degree fever.  ?!  Charles !? 

The secret mission was being threatened!  I had arranged for my mother-in-law to keep the boys after lunch - through naptime - until the evening when I returned.  I texted her to tell her that Charlie had a fever - we both assumed he had an ear infection because he had been tugging at his ears for nearly two weeks.  I didn't think a whole lot about it - he hadn't been overly fussy and he was sleeping fine - I just figured he was being 18 months old and touching everything.  He has also gotten two molars in the last couple weeks so I associated any possible issues with the teeth.

Thank goodness for a mother-in-law who isn't afraid of a fever.  May I add here - my mother-in-law feel off her ass and broke her ass several weeks ago... (It's okay that I say this... because she has said it before... :)  )  So not only is she not getting around in her typical fashion - but she's going to watch my boys for me AND one of them has a fever.  Bless her.

I dropped the boys off and had a wonderfully successful secret mission.

Later that night, I arrived to pick up Charlie, and he was a sad little sight.  He was pretty tender, had just been laying around on Memaw for the majority of the time, and again, he was on FIRE.

When I got him home, I discovered he had 103.6 fever.  OMgoodness!?  I tried not to get too concerned - figuring it had been several hours since Tylenol.  I gave him a dose of Ibuprofen and he fell asleep promptly at 8.

An hour later, I went in to check his temperature and was pleased to find it had already dropped to 100-101.  I really had a sneaking suspicion I was going to find a 104+ fever and we were going to have to head to the emergency room - again..... (Still paying for the last trip, by the way...)

Charlie slept beautifully.  He didn't make a peep all night and woke up around 9 in the morning.  He was still just a little feverish but seemed to have a little more pep, and an appetite - thank goodness!

Still, I thought, we need to get this boy to the doctor to find out what caused this fever.

Fast forward to 3:30.

Don't confuse this look with joy.  Momma is becoming a master in distraction.
 

Here I sit in the doctor's office with my child who hates going to the doctor.  They said his ears didn't look too bad - but his throat looked awful!  .................... My back slumped and I prepared for the hideous news.

Awaiting our test results.

They tested for strep.  Boom.  Positive.

AGAIN!?

Turns out, the doctor thinks Charlie probably didn't completely recover from his last go-around with strep.  Since the amoxicillin-serum-sickness-ridonkulously-dramatic episode not long ago, we've been using precaution with any antibiotics.  She had prescribed azythromiacin  for five days.  Odds are, five days just didn't quite kick the strep.

I felt relieved knowing that we caught this early enough to treat and no longer be contagious for the upcoming holiday.  That relief quickly faded to fear that Wyatt, Seth, or myself, would come down with strep just in time for closed doctor's offices and holiday parties.

Long story short....?  Or is it too late for that...?

I am not typically this person.  But.  I called one of our family doctor's and asked if he could maybe prescribe antibiotics for the rest of us.  Like I said, I wouldn't typically jump the gun and ask for treatment, but knowing my luck, one or several of us would wake up on Friday morning and have a fever and be getting this little fun-sucker.  Also, Charlie and I just shared a popsicle on the deck a couple of days ago. ......

They said they could help me and they could help Seth, but they don't see patients under 16 so Wyatt was out of luck.  They asked if we had any allergies, "No." and they called in prescriptions.  Saved.

I made a mercy call back to the boys' regular doctor and explained, "I would not typically ask for this - I would wait for a fever or some other symptoms, but I'm just worried Wyatt will catch this just in time for a long weekend."  Amazingly, and thankfully, they obliged and called in a prescription for Wyatt.

We killed our time by making a trip to Wal-Mart (also, I don't make a habit of taking my sick kid out in public... but we use a cart cushion and he really sat quietly sucking his sucker.... so stop judging.... you do what you can...)  Wal-Mart at 4:30 is the death of me.  I'm a 9:00 a.m. Wal-Mart shopper.  We made it through our list in decent time and after the typical check-out line drama, we were free.

Off to the pharmacy.

Didn't I say long story short... Sorry, I guess I lied.

Giving four different names for prescription pick up confused the daylights out of people... They had received one for Charles, but not for Wyatt, Seth or Lindsey.  Not long after, all of the prescriptions had been called in.  As I sat, they called out the drive-up window and asked if I was allergic to Sulfa. 

....... Yes......... "Well they called in a 'script with Sulfa for you."

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In my scatter-brained worry filled haze, I forgot to tell the doctor's office, "Yes, I'm allergic to sulfa."

Okay, I will have to call them tomorrow and ask for a different prescription.

Three different rounds of "It'll be 5-10 minutes" later, I had left with three prescriptions to protect my family from strep.

I was spent. 

Final note on the subject - the doctor asked to see Charlie again in about 14 days, after he had completed his antibiotics, to confirm that we had gotten rid of the strep.  So get excited, Charles Henry, two weeks from now you get another stick down your throat.

All because we love you...  ;)

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Poop and Chupe

Well this is a fun little post...

Yesterday I was getting ready for an evening out when I discovered that Mr. Charlie had a nice little diaper explosion.  This hasn't happened in a long time.

There's nothing like having to stop getting yourself clean and pretty to go clean poop off of your child's back, legs and a pillow on your chair where the boy was sitting...

I believe the culprit was too much apple juice. 

Today I was cleaning up in the kitchen after lunch and Wyatt asked for one of his candies that we bought this morning.  He picked out peppermints... 

I gave him a peppermint and went back to cleaning.  Shortly after, I hear Wyatt crying in the dining room and he points to his mouth that he swallowed his candy.  At least he wasn't choking on it!

He really started crying and then started gagging and next thing I know he throws up a decent-sized portion of his lunch and a little half-sucked peppermint.

He cried and said "Maybe I'm not old enough for those..."  Little sweetheart.

I felt so sad for him.  I got him cleaned up and the floor cleaned up and amazingly enough sat down to eat my lunch...  I'm surprised at myself.  If you know me, you'll understand why.

Just a glance into a couple days of life around this house...

Thursday, June 12, 2014

My "Office"

Once upon a time, I had an office.  I didn't treat the office well.  I didn't like the room.  It was green with a tractor wallpaper border and cluttered and musty.  I tried to make it mine but it never happened.

Then, we got pregnant with baby number two.  We emptied the office, cleaned, repainted, and now we have a gorgeous new room for Mr. Charlie.

But where did all the stuff go...?  I still had several responsibilities for seed and farm and the house and now the church...

 
Cleverly disguised in this little red cabinet in the middle of my dining room....
 
 
My "office".  Everything I do takes place inside this magical little cabinet.  I shouldn't call it magical.  It's the bane of my existence. 
 
I'm thankful to have a cute way to disguise my office in the middle of the dining room but I can't really get any work done unless the kids are napping.  It's like opening Pandora's box in the eyes of the boys when I try to do something if they're awake.  Suddenly I have four hands reaching into my space - hitting random keys, turning the printer off, clicking random buttons, stealing 3 feet of tape, opening the stapler, pulling envelopes out, shutting the doors on me, grabbing stamps, grabbing pens, murdering my productivity.
 
Dreaming of a beautiful home office to call my own.  At this point, I would settle for a small cubicle that most people complain about. 
 



Sunday, June 8, 2014

Flashlights. Damn.

Several weeks ago, Wyatt and Seth had to weather a nasty storm in the cellar.  Charlie and I were safe in the hospital dealing with his bronchiolitis.  Wyatt definitely made some memories while being in the cellar with his Daddy and has been quick to share many of the details with anyone that crosses his path.

One day, shortly after the storm, Wyatt and Seth were in Casey's and bumped into some local farmer friends.  Wyatt began telling his version of the events in the cellar.  He explained to one farmer that the batteries in their flashlight were dead.  The farmer asked Wyatt, "What do you say when your batteries die in your flashlight?"  I'm not sure that Wyatt had an answer, but the farmer did.  The farmer told Wyatt, "I always say 'Damnit' when the batteries in my flashlight die."

Thanks, Farmer. 

Though, "fortunately", Wyatt already knew the word.... Apparently he learned it from his momma....

A few days later, Wyatt and Seth were in Casey's again and bumped into the same farmer friend.  This time, the farmer gave Wyatt his very own flashlight.  He informed Wyatt, "This is your damnit flashlight."

Why.... Farmer?  Why....?

This was a novelty for quite some time.  Wyatt kept his "damnit flashlight" in the shed and told every visitor that this was his "damnit flashlight".

Fast forward several weeks to a beautiful Sunday morning in church - Pentecost.  We had a guest pastor who was also in charge of the children's time that Wyatt always attends at the front of the church in the middle of the service.

I should add - this guest pastor isn't just any guest in the church.  He is a very treasured part of our church who has been there often and actually baptized Wyatt.

The guest pastor pulled out a flashlight.

Seth and I exchanged nervous glances.

The pastor asked the kids what it was he was holding.  The kids were quiet for a few seconds until Wyatt - one of the youngest in the bunch - chimed in "a flashlight".

Whew..... Just a flashlight.

The pastor continued his children's sermon by demonstrating that the flashlight didn't work because it was out of batteries.

...............

Seth and I exchanged nervous glances and giggles.  Oh. My. Goodness... Please, Wyatt... Don't. Talk.

Wyatt got chatty today at children's time and started sharing some of his experience with cellars and flashlights and explained that our cellar is dark and Daddy's flashlight ran out of batteries.  He then asked the pastor if he could have that flashlight in case we needed to go into the cellar again.

Amazingly, Wyatt didn't drop a damnit in church today.  But there couldn't have been a more perfect opportunity for him to share his colorful farmer language with the entire congregation.

Seth and I sat and giggled nervously through most of the children's sermon while several members of the congregation kept smiling at us while they heard Wyatt's take on the cellar/flashlight experience.

Maybe this kid has a filter and knows it should be applied at church.

Damn flashlights.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

And then there was strep...

Last Wednesday, we had a great play date with a friend.  We've been having a great time getting together.  Wyatt and her boy seem to have a great time while Charlie tags along.  Her little girl spends most of the time observing the boys and their - what I assume she interprets as - ridiculous behavior.  She's adorable.  Fun times had by all.

Later that evening, my friend texted asking if Wyatt seemed to be feeling ok.  Apparently her boy was feeling a bit puny.  I said Wyatt was doing just fine.

Shortly after, I received another text. "Oh my goodness he just threw up."

My heart stopped.

I have an unbelievable stomach sickness paranoia.  Being a mom was probably the worst field I could get into.

Luckily, the boy was only sick once but the next day he did have a fever.  At their check-up, the doctor just figured it was a virus.  Later that night, the strep test came back positive.

I googled.  It said symptoms usually appear 2-5 days after exposure.  We made it to day 4 and 5 and I thought, "FREEEEEEE."

False.

Wyatt started feeling very warm.  Fever. 101.  He said his mouth hurt. 

Blasphemy.

The next day, he only had a little fever and didn't complain about his mouth/throat much.  I decided to take him into the doctor anyway since we had been exposed.  Wyatt has had strep one other time and I didn't even realize he was sick.  I took him to the doctor because he had a little rash on his face.  The doctor thought his throat looked red so she swabbed him.  Positive.  I couldn't believe it.

Charlie was along for the ride at the doctor - he had a slight fever the same day as Wyatt's fever but acted pretty normal.  Teeth....?  WE NEED MORE TEETH.

The doctor examined both children while I was sweating through my shirt.  Doctor's appointments with two somewhat crazy somewhat sick kids is torturous.


Wyatt's throat was red along with one ear.  Charlie looked perfectly fine.

Strep test for Wyatt - he enjoyed that.  5 minutes later - the nurse walked in the room with the results.  Positive.  Seconds later, Wyatt was standing on a chair and sneezed all over me, twice.  Classic.

This is what Wyatt looks like with strep.

The doctor decided since Charlie was maybe sensitive to amoxicillin that we shouldn't assume he had strep also.  Monitor Charlie and bring him in for testing if he develops a fever, cough or other symptoms.

That night, Charlie developed a fever.  100.

The next morning, Charlie woke up and was on fire.  102.


Into the doctor we go.  I was looking so forward to having this boy strep tested.  :| 

5 minutes later - the nurse informed us the test was "blatantly positive". 

Believe it or not, I was thrilled to find out it was positive.  That way, at least I know what's wrong with Charlie.  If it would have been negative then I'd be continuing on with my wondering germ paranoia.

Since the amoxicillin debacle just a short time ago, the doctor put Charlie on azithromycin.  I'm excited about that - we only have to give Charlie medicine once a day for 5 days.  Since all of our crazy doctor experiences, Charlie seems to have developed a distrust for me.  He refuses to take medicine from me.  But when Seth gives it to him, he sits right down and opens wide.  Stink pot....

I have been in touch with my dear friend who started this little plague... ;)  Since then, her little girl has also tested positive for strep.  Don't worry friend, like I said, I'm sure this is not the last time our kids get each other sick....

My friend said it best, "We can start a strep club."

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Our Tiny House

Five years ago, I moved into the bachelor pad that served as a place for Seth to rest his bones.  That was about it.  There was only baseboard heating - functional in only a couple of rooms, no air conditioning except for a window unit in the bedroom.  He considered the mice that roamed the kitchen and back porch friends.  ..........

I never would have imagined that bachelor pad would feel as much like a home as it does to me now.  It is still tiny.  It still has zero storage.  I still get mad every time my silverware drawer gets jammed when I try to close it....

But, it's our little home.  Seth proposed in the middle of the living room.  We brought Wyatt and then Charlie home here.  We decided to be a family here and now here we are - family.

I have a pretty steady love/hate relationship with this house.  I look around at the clutter that piles up in all corners of the house because I don't have a closet or drawer to stick something in and I loathe the place.  Then I see all of the personality we have added to the house and how cute it is on the outside and I fall in love with it again.

I'm certain this is not our forever house - but I am trying to always feel grateful for this humble little home that is building our family.  We have what we need here - rooms that our boys are comfortable in with comfy beds to rest their heads (nap time in progress here).  We have room for our big dining room table - room for the boys to run through the house and drive Seth and I crazy because we can't get away from the noise... We have what we need.

We had an opportunity present itself to us this winter, to move into a much larger house in town.  We went to see the house - and we were all in love.  I was painting rooms and moving furniture in as we viewed the house.  I was sold.

Then, one day, I came home from the doctor to find Seth outside with both of the boys playing.  It was one of the first nice days of the year - showing winter wasn't going to last forever.  I got home and Seth and I stayed outside chatting while the boys roamed the outside playing. 

The day we decided to stay.

This moment made the decision for us - the beautiful, spacious home in town wasn't for us.  It wasn't here - on our farm.  If I could pick that house up and set it down out here, I would in a heartbeat.  Deciding against moving into that house was one of the harder decisions I've made.  Finally, I could see a future with storage and an office and room for the kids to get away from us and us away from the kids and birthday parties in the basement and a fireplace and an amazing pantry and everything I could want.  But it wasn't here, where we can come out to pester Seth while he's working in the shed and then just run back into the house for snacks or meals or diaper changes. 

I still picture us in that house.  I would have been very sad leaving this home but I know we would have built the new place into our home. 

One day, we will have our forever home.  I'm not sure where it will be.  I have an idea of what it would look like.  I know it will have closets - several.  It's fun to dream about it and build it in my head.  I need to remember to have patience and know that the opportunity will present itself to us at some point.  For now, I will try to remember to be grateful for this sweet little home, that I love and hate.  I know it will be hard to leave.

Faith in God includes faith in His timing.

M says Mmmm

I stay at home with my boys, so I'd like to be able to say that I spend a great deal of time sitting down teaching the boys letters and numbers and all sorts of beneficial information.

Guess what... I don't.  The way life seems to work is I spend the day trying to keep the house from becoming one large stock pile of dirty dishes, laundry and toys - I feed these two boys literally all day long - I try to separate the wrestling matches that are already happening (I had NO idea that a 3 year old and 1 year old would already wrestle...?!) - I do read books and plays toys for as long as I can stand - I attempt to keep caught up on books for the farm, house and church - I try to get a workout at some point - I try to stay sane. 

Where am I going with this...?  Amazingly enough, I did manage to teach Wyatt his letter sounds at, what I consider, a really impressive age - just over two years old. 

Guess what... That's a lie.  I wish I could say that I taught Wyatt his letter sounds.  Unfortunately, I owe all credit to this magnificent little movie that we received from the mother of one of my best college friends.

 
 
Leap Frog Letter Factory.  This is amazing.  Wyatt was always so intrigued by the movie and I never paid much attention to it but would hear it in the background. Then, to my surprise, one day I was changing his diaper and he pointed to the word sign above his changing table and started making these noises.  I thought, 'What in the world is this kid talking about!?'  Until I realized, he was pointing at a "C" and saying "kuh, kuh". 
 
This movie is spectacular.  I would recommend it to all of you mothers out there.  It'll teach your kids the letters and their sounds in no time.  I really think Wyatt picked them up in just around a week...  Then you can tell all of your friends what a spectacularly attentive mother you are and that you taught your kid their letters and sounds in a matter of days.
 
Buy it.  It's on sale at Amazon right now. Leap Frog Letter Factory. Buy it.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Charlie and the Hives

I've mentioned Charlie has the rhythm - he's my dancer.  Maybe he'll be a musician and have a group known as Charlie and the Hives. 

Maybe not.

I wanted to share pictures of my poor little boy after dealing with what was first thought to be an amoxicillin allergy and eventually diagnosed as Serum Sickness.  Maybe someone will someday have a similar experience, though I pray you don't. 

Thursday morning - initial reaction.

Thursday morning at the doctor.

Thursday after lunch.




 
Thursday after afternoon nap.

Thursday evening.

Friday morning.

 
Friday morning.
 



Friday after morning nap.


At the hospital.

Quick snooze at the hospital.


Suckers at the hospital.  Not us, the candy in Charlie's mouth.

When it comes down to it, you let your kid waste $2 worth of wipes if it makes them happy.


Looking so much better Saturday morning.

Not much redness, just some purple and dusky areas.


Major improvement after only one round of meds.

 
This was quite an experience and I'm so relieved it wasn't anymore serious.  Welcome back, Charlie!
 

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Charlie and Amoxicillin: Our Experience

Let me start by saying - this may be lengthy.  This may seem scatter-brained and a hodge-podge, collection of thoughts.  However, this is the third time I've sat down to write and update this particular post.  Each time with different information.  So friends, I present to you, my experiences with Charlie and Amoxicillin.

Wednesday evening Charlie was very fussy... I figured maybe we were dealing with some teeth since the little one only has 7 - he's due for a few chompers.  I was lucky enough to get a few hours out of the house to go see a movie, The Other Woman, hysterical.  Exactly what I needed.  I'd like to go to another movie right now.  I probably only see one movie every two years...

Seth took care of the boys and mentioned that Charlie's belly was covered with several red spots.  Charlie has somewhat sensitive skin so I didn't think much of it.  When Charlie woke up this morning, I realized his eye was very swollen, he had several red spots on his face, and his trunk was almost entirely red. 


Sigh. Now what...

Our doctor's office opens at 7 on Thursdays and we were able to get in by 8.  I was expecting to hear that Charlie's bronchiolitis was just exiting his body through the form of a viral rash.  I think I would have preferred that.

The doctor explained that these were hives and most likely caused by the amoxicillin Charlie is taking for his ear infections.  I never imagined the amoxicillin would be the problem, since Charlie has been on it before.  The doctor explained that often if someone will be allergic to something they won't develop the allergy until after the initial exposure.  So first round of amoxicillin = exposure.  Second round = highly attractive and uncomfortable red hives covering most of Mr. Charlie.

We will be discontinuing the use of amoxicillin and adding a nice little 1/4 tsp. dose of Benadryl for Mr. Charlie.  Maybe I can at least get some really good naps out of this Benadryl haze Charlie might be experiencing.



Note: Charlie still doesn't like doctors.


I made a quick stop at the dollar store on my way home to pick up some additional supplies and decided to buy Charlie a little ball he had been eyeing.  On the way home, it served as a snack.  Good news:  None of the ball was actually ingested.

Charlie took an excellent nap (thanks, Benadryl?) but woke up looking so much worse.  He could hardly see out of his right eye and several of the hives on his belly and turned from red to purple.  I had to go pick up Annie from the groomer so loaded the boys up and called the doctor on the way.  Fortunately, Charlie wasn't having any breathing or swallowing issues, so we just needed to continue Benadryl.  The doctor instructed that if Charlie was worse in the morning, we could come in for a steroid injection. 


Unbelievably, Charlie slept all night.  Though I woke up a few times to make sure he was still breathing... He woke up around 6:30 Friday morning still wearing his lovely amoxicillin mask.  This boy doesn't look like my child.  He's still beautiful, but in a pitiful way.  He's acting almost completely normal, maybe just a little mellow (again, thanks, Benadryl...?).



Charlie seems pretty comfortable for the most part.  He doesn't seem to acknowledge any of his hives until he gets sleepy and then he starts itching around.

I'm very hopeful that we will have a good day with several doses of Benadryl and hopefully start looking a little more normal by tomorrow.  I've read that these hives can start to blister, so I'm praying that sweet Charles doesn't have to experience that. 


Charlie went down for a normal nap Friday morning and woke up seeming very irritable.  He was not looking good.  His body was almost entirely covered in these spots and most were purple with a red ring on the outside.  Still, he wasn't having breathing trouble or swallowing trouble, but now seemed uncomfortable.  I decided to call our doctor.  They got me in immediately, saying that they were told that if I called, to get me in immediately.  20 minutes later we walked right into an exam room.

At the doctor's office, we baffled most nurses.  They could not believe these hives were purple and were not looking very reassured.  I'm amazed I kept my composure.  We saw our doctor and he also seemed concerned.  He said "Hives don't turn purple".  He put a call into the dermatologist to do some checking.  Shortly after, he returned to the room saying he had left a message for the dermatologist but in the mean time, we probably need to head on to Kansas City or Columbia to the hospital.  He believed we might be dealing with Stevens Johnson syndrome - which is a severe reaction to antibiotics that apparently means the skin is essentially burning, and can start to slough off.  What..... Charlie's skin might start to come off....?  He told me we were looking at at least one night, maybe two, in the hospital.

I cried most of the way home as I shared the news with immediate family members.  Of course, I had to go home because I forgot my PURSE on the way to the doctor in the first place.  I went home, packed a few things for Charlie and myself, Seth took over driving, Papa Jimmie picked up Wyatt, and off we went to Columbia.

We arrived at the hospital around 1 p.m. and finally a little before 2 p.m. were seen by 3 doctors who listened intently to our week long ordeal, beginning with the doctor's appointment last Thursday and ear infection diagnosis.  The ordered blood work and several labs and informed us we would be seeing another dermatologist at some point. 


The initial exam was NOT pretty.  And I didn't think it would be pretty.  I held Charlie as tight as I could while they checked his ears and looked for sores in his mouth.  Thankfully, there were no sores in his mouth.  The dermatologist was starting to rule out Stevens Johnson syndrome - as that apparently is fairly involved in the mouth and other mucous membranes.  The dermatologist was then leaning towards Serum Sickness or Erythema Multiforme -the latter being the more serious condition.  I actually now believe that Erythema Multiforme and Stevens Johnson may be somewhat related.  I won't get too technical - because I'm not a doctor.  I only know what I've heard and googled.  On we go.

Around 3:45 p.m., another dermatologist came in and begin to really lean towards Serum Sickness.  She explained the usually treat Serum Sickness as outpatient.  Our mood began to perk.  It continued to perk and she was the only doctor that Charlie did not mind having in the room.  He let her look at his back and take pictures.  I flipped him over so she could see his stomach and she took pictures.  While he was laying on my lap, he unhooked his diaper and pulled his little Mr. Charlie out - and then began chitchatting with the doctor.  This moment in time was hilarious and I will remember for the rest of my life, how Charlie finally didn't mind having a doctor in the room, but probably because he made himself comfortable and pulled his business out to show her and strike up a conversation... Unbelievable.


Things were looking up.  She had mentioned Outpatient.  She was going to send one more doctor in to confirm her suspicions about Charlie.  In the meantime, she mentioned there would likely be no need for an IV.  Thank GOODNESS the nurses hadn't jumped right on this.  I was so worried about how Charlie would handle the procedure and then having the IV right there for him to fuss with and try to yank out! 

A short 20 minutes later, a male doctor with the most beautiful hair (!! I mean, gorgeous hair, Seth agreed) came in and before the door had even shut behind him, he said, "That is Serum Sickness.  No doubt." 

Serum sickness is defined as an immune-mediated rash that is triggered by a viral infection and antibiotic use.  Now, if you can remember WAY back up to the top of this post, I mentioned I was expecting to hear that Charlie's rash was just the virus escaping his body.  I even informed a friend of mine, after his rash seemed much worse than I imagined from an antibiotic allergy, that what if this was a double whammy of a viral rash AND antibiotic allergy.  Maybe I need to go back to school... because I. am. a genius. Totally kidding.  Maybe only kind of kidding.  Mother's intuition...? 

We spoke at length about this and the doctor informed us that Charlie might not even actually have an allergy to amoxicillin.  Yes, right now he has a sensitivity, but if there's some life threatening situation that Charlie encounters, we are most likely safe to give him amoxicillin.  In fact, later in his life he might not have any trouble with it at all.  This was just as he said, a combo of situations that overwhelmed Charlie's immune system and is exiting his body in this beautiful rash.  That's what the doctor called it, beautiful.  I don't know about beautiful but it is definitely impressive to behold.

He said we could go home.  He said we didn't need blood work.  He said this was a beautifully well behaved condition that he would not be concerned about at all.  He prescribed the antihistamine hydroxyzine and said it would knock Charlie out - and make him really thirsty.  We were going home.

Bless his beautiful heart.

We arrived home shortly before 7 that evening.  Wyatt arrived home shortly after.  We were all back where we needed to be.  We dosed Charlie up, he passed out, and didn't move but once that night, to roll from his back to his belly.  He awoke at 7:30 Saturday morning looking much more like our dear little Charlie.  His rash looked significantly better.  Charlie is back.  His feet are still fairly swollen - they started to swell as soon as we got to the hospital.  I really believe that in this whole rash roller coaster, our arrival at the hospital was the peak of the worst of the symptoms.  Down we go and I'm ready to jump off this carnival ride.

Time for life to settle down a little.  And by settle down - I mean as settle as it can possibly get when you're entering summer with a three year old and one year old.  Time to get back to good.  Days playing outside for the entire morning, lunch under the big shade tree in the back yard, afternoons splashing in the baby pool.  Sign me up.  I'm there.

Philippians 4:6 - Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Annie Dog


Another eventful morning at our house today.  Amidst a developing amoxicillin allergy for Mr. Charlie, Annie needed to be taken to the groomer for her day of beauty. 

Some of you may be aware of the scary troubles I've had with my sweet orphan Annie dog lately.  She was having some tremors about a month ago and the vet was concluding that she likely had some neurological issue.  He treated her over the weekend and my Annie was back.  Until the meds wore off and Annie began the same, lethargic behavior.  We had her treated with a steroid again and eventually she perked back up.

In the meantime, I began speaking with one of my friends about Annie and my current use of essential oils.  I've really enjoyed using essential oils, mostly for myself, sometimes for my kids. My friend sent me a link to an article that talked about the dangers of essential oils and pets, specifically tea tree oil (which I use a lot).  I really didn't think this would be an issue because I never used the oils on Annie and she didn't really have access to them.  Or so I thought.

When I leave Annie alone at the house, I shut her into my bathroom so she won't have an anxiety attack and chupe on the living room carpet like she so often used to do.... Then I realized, I use these oils in my bathroom... Sometimes there may or may not be a rogue cotton ball that missed the trash can.  Maybe, this little dog is sniffing tea tree laced cotton balls....!

So I decided to start shutting Annie into the boys' bathroom when I leave the house.

Maybe I'm crazy, but Annie seems to be doing SO much better.  She's put back on the weight that she had lost.  She hasn't had any tremor episodes.  She appears to be good ole Annie dog. 

I might owe Annie's life to the friend who brought this to my attention.  You know who you are... :) 

So FYI friends.  If you use or want to start using essential oils and you have pets, use caution.  They can be very dangerous for those animals and their powerful sniffers.

http://m.naturalnews.com/news/022909_pet_health_essential_oils.html