tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25100137914697413872012-02-10T16:47:38.438-05:00A return to the joys of dandelion fluff and lightening bugsBecoming Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16196365719272632077noreply@blogger.comBlogger5031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510013791469741387.post-35363608609105533702011-11-25T14:20:00.002-05:002011-11-25T14:32:07.835-05:00

All has been going fairly well. Brody has no issues. He nurses vigorously and easily. He sleeps through the night. There are no strange symptoms like hives or inconsolable screaming. It appears God deemed that my last pregnancy/birth/babyhood be a happy and pleasant one. Sasha has adjusted and moved from apathy about his younger sibling to joy and love. Yes, the number of tantrums and such

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"Brody" arrived September 14 at 1406.Smaller than we expected at 6lbs 13oz., but also earlier at 38 weeks. We were scheduled for a cesarean the following Monday, but he decided that labor should start at work. Hubby, Sasha, and I just left to go to the hospital at about 1030, got there about 1130, and after they determined it wasn't just a case of irritable uterus we went off to get a repeat

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Between the earthquake and the “hurricane” (we just got a much needed soaking) last week was full enough. However we had more going on than that for us.The really concerning one was the Hound poisoning herself. She’s a bit of a throwback and we know she hates being fed any foods that are “prepared” in any way. Even pre-killed. However, we don’t live somewhere we can set lose chickens or goats

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Preschool started again last week. So far, the new one appears much better a fit and worth the extra cost. Yes, we will be completely and utterly broke when tiny man starts at the daycare too. This place is pricey. However, it’s the first place where we haven’t had a single “but” when we talk about how nice it is and good for him it is—well, except the price. Which is a strain, but one we

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Woohoo! Sort of.So it’s not pre-eclampsia or anything like we thought it might be. Wonderful news to hear that my organs aren’t shutting down and I don’t have microthrombosis in my placenta making them become toxic. I and baby will probably be fine, probably.Apparently I am some variety and shade of hemophiliac. It throws off my blood measures regularly only consistently showing that I have

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They say every pregnancy is different.And this one truly has been. That was at least till the 3rd trimester started. Now it’s following the path that mine took with Sasha. Which could be much worse, seeing as in the end everything ended up fine. Doing what he did is kind of comforting, in its own infuriating way.Complications have crept in. The same ones, in fact. Protein, raised blood

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So a restaurant is banning children under 6 (http://www.wtae.com/video/28491075/detail.html). That doesn’t appall me nearly the degree to which the reaction I’ve heard regarding it does. Parents of multiple children have told me they think it should be the beginnings of a trend because “it’s not too much to ask that on date night with my husband I not have children near me”. One place is one

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I’ve been doing what I can to make myself comfortable lately and help me make it to the end of this pregnancy safely and complication free. And as far down the road as possible.Unfortunately, that’s meant no caffeine. Which means I now have migraines. Which means I walk around in sunglasses because I can’t take any good drugs for them. And REALLY isn’t adding to my comfort level.Caffeine was

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I’ve found myself with a seemingly preposterous worry lately.I am worried that my boys won’t know how to do without.It seems like such a ridiculous thing to be concerned about. However I have been hit in the face repeatedly over the years with what it can mean. How it can make your life far MORE difficult to not have that knowledge than to have some privation during the early years.I mostly see

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I am seriously on the verge of emailing verious folks photos of my middle finger.Yes. As you can see I've started my third trimester.Technically, I don't enter it till next week. However:I have been having issues with contractions for slightly over a month. I've put myself on a self-imposed modified rest to get rid of them. It seems to be working and I'm doing a lot better. I'm no longer

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Sasha’s birthday party went off beautifully!The park space we got was lovely, well shaded, right at the parking lot (so easy to unload to and find), and right at the playground for the kids. The weather cooperated. No kids had meltdowns, accidents, or any minor emergencies. And Sasha had a ball, as did his little friends (Facebook was covered with photos of happily passed out kids in carseats

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I put Sasha and Brody on the rolls for daycare this fall at yet ANOTHER new place. We hope to finish out this school year where Sasha currently is. But it’s looking like another place trying to get rid of us. Lets just say they are trying to bill us for tuition for “the week of February 30” and stuff like that and are telling us how we’ll be booted if we don’t pay up in two days (I ain’t

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Read this article and had to laugh. I had never been to an outdoor screening like they describe and it does sound so delightfully awful. My town? We show the Spongebob Squarepants movie or Madagascar. Not highbrow artflicks. The events planners know what they are doing. Outdoor free movies should be shown like a family movie night and devoid of pretense. So pull up a blanket and pass the

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Sasha is doing really well with the idea of Brody coming.I know the reality will be different, but at least being open and excited about the IDEA is a help. It’s been pretty funny talking to him about becoming a big brother because we’ve gotten an inside look into his understanding of the world. It’s amusing.He has told me that the baby is in my tummy because I have a pouch like a kangaroo.

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This morning was my 20 week ultrasound. I’m pretty sure I made a correct choice in deciding against VBAC. We’ve already moved the due date up a week because my 12 week one had me at over 13 weeks. Now? We have a little one who’s snuck in another week of growth somehow. He’s following his brother’s footsteps and is going to be big.Yes, I said “his”. We’re having another boy. The PUPPS

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Well, the repairman wasn’t able to get our heat pump/AC running again. Granted, that should NOT be a surprise. We were told when we bought the house (over 7 years ago) that it was over 20 years old and we should replace it. But I’m cheap and it still worked (mostly) so we kept it going. Tomorrow he’s coming with an entirely new everything. Basically the whole unit: both the inside piece and the

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Tiredness. That’s what happens when you: a) Have a non-functioning air conditioner when the temperature goes up. b) Open the windows to help the thermostat read below 80F despite pollen allergies and the inability to take allergy medication. c) Spend your weekend trying to fight off the ridiculous. d) Have an unpleasant milestone. The first two are rather mundane. I cannot sleep because I’m

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Time is passing and I’m beginning to think of Sasha’s 4th birthday (OMG, it’s so hard for me to think of him this old!). Yes, it’s a little over 2 months away, but knowing how he likes things that are a bit difficult for me, I thought I’d ask him about it. And lo and behold, he picks a theme that is not the easiest: Knights. Now, given his fascination with all things Arthurian lately, I’m pretty

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So, no. I’m not excited about the baby. I’m just not. It’s not that I won’t love this baby, but I just can’t bring myself to be excited. I don’t know if it’s because of history. Or because I don’t get to do those fun “new baby” activities. Or because I’m having a little issue about work (no one thinks I should need a backup for when I go on maternity leave…like I’m going to continue working those

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So, here we are again. While I’m only a week from where I was when the last pregnancy ended, I have no reason to believe we this will go the same way. This pregnancy could not be more different from the very beginning. I have not had morning sickness beyond a single morning. My liver and kidneys continue to function normally. The “sickness” I have experienced has been either a stomach bug or side

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I am probably one of the few people who’s not Spring’s biggest fan. But despite the lovely cherry blossoms in my backyard, allergies keep anyone in our family from being able to enjoy the season. Sad, but true.

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Admittedly, I am not enjoying my son lately. In fact, I find myself tempted to smack his mouth sometimes for the snarky backtalk that’s been coming out. Or his hand for the hitting he’s begun doing whenever he’s told to do something different than he wants. I am not enjoying this run up to the 4th birthday. Every year we go through a period of turd-ness that escalates as he approaches his

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I always laugh when I hear this and say “You haven’t met the Hound* properly.”She is, in no uncertain terms, probably the worst dog ever. We worked hard to train and motivate her to be a good dog. She was at one point even a competition dog for sport. I trained her to perform assistance tasks. She is also very skilled at groundwork. She is smart, learned (for a dog), and *CAN* be extremely

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Okay, so I was feeling better about Sasha and his development.Then I found out that “clumsy child syndrome” (AKA developmental dyspraxia or developmental coordination disorder) is a real thing. Because, you see, I was diagnosed with it as a little girl. My parents have always told me I had it, but I thought it was their way of making me feel better about being a complete spaz. And apparently it

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This article is idiotic.You cannot use the terms Latino and Hispanic interchangeably. I am Hispanic. I am probably the whitest woman on Earth, but I am Hispanic. All that means is my family come from a Spanish speaking country. I think people forget Spain is a Spanish speaking country that’s in Europe (hello, people-who’ve-told-me-Spain-is-a-city-in-Mexico and

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Sasha has gotten “into” name-calling. At first it was kind of cute and funny. I do not take umbrage when my son calls me ‘a ketchup’ or ‘a chair’. I would simply call him a mustard or a sofa in return.Now, he’s gotten into actual name-calling. Last night he called me an underpants-face. Then he had to think about it in time out.**I’ve been trying to get more difficult reading material for

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I’ve had a relatively calm week given how much I’ve stopped worrying about school reports.I know they are wrong because I see a different boy. Granted, that may have a lot to do with the fact that I don’t use their curriculum and I do not pick battles with a 3 year old about exactly how to sit during sitting time or what method to use when painting or drawing so long as the paint ends up in the

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So, I’m starting the job of looking at preschools again.With the fellowship looming large (and looking more possible) I know logistics may be changing. This would make the current place a logistical nightmare. It’s not like I’m so sure these days it’s an ideal location for him, anyway. So changing may be a good thing.I don’t know much about preschool/kindergarten curriculums. Does anyone have

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Sasha has become very interested in what it means to “be a man.”He studies men like his Dad, uncles, and Papa and has come to a few different conclusions.1. Men don’t color their hair. Girls do that. 2. Men don’t wear dresses or pink. 3. Men wear belts.And so he has become obsessed with the idea that he must wear a belt at all times. He’s become so taken with the idea it took

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This was a disappointing weekend.Saturday, we were supposed to have a pseudo-escape. It didn’t work out so well.The fellowship organization got all the candidates hotel rooms at a nice place so they could easily make all the appointments—even those very early in the morning. Since Saturday was just the banquet and Sunday the getting-to-know-you events, we thought it would work nicely if I stayed

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I know yesterday I was in a foul mood. Comes with the territory.I suppose I should count my blessings. I know where the problem lies with me and pregnancy. It’s squarely with my body and how it’s response to pregnancy makes about as much sense as a Charlie Sheen radio diatribe. It’s not normal for one’s liver to explode, kidneys to give up, and digestive tract to reject any and everything

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It’s a bit of an awkward time right now. It’s a time of waiting. A time of “not quite”. A time of ill-fitting.We wait to see if I go to work Monday. Part of me does not so secretly wish the government shuts down—if only for a day or two. I’m tired and need some time off.Next week my Husband goes to his final interviews for his fellowship. The one we’re not even sure he can take if he gets

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We watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs for the first time last night.I have to say that watching it with Sasha made a very silly movie into a highly enjoyable experience. I think primarily because we’ve gone back to the phase where every evening he requires 3 dinners.He was fascinated by the foods falling from the sky and kept saying “ooooooh, what’s that, Mommy? I love that! I’m going

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It’s a milestone. Sasha has given up his Taggie.He did it by himself, so I’ve no doubt he’s ready and we’re pretty much done with that phase. All we did, was start limiting his use slightly last summer. Now all he does is occasionally ask where they are, we answer they are in the drawer under his bed. Then he’s fine and happy just to know they are there but he doesn’t need to have it.**Sasha

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Because I’m exhausted, my mind is wandering.I have a habit of reading advice columns and something has stuck with me today: Brides getting upset because—the individual assumes—they have stolen her thunder.I can’t help but wonder what really happened.When we got married, I lost a friend. I’m sure she assumes it’s because I feel she “stole my thunder” but that couldn’t be further from the truth. We

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Sasha has become anti-sleep.We get him in bed by 8:30 and have been following the typical nighttime routine. Nothing has changed. The evening runs much the same way it did in December, when he slept at night. But now, he employs every tactic in his limited arsenal to avoid actual sleep.He gets up and plays.He gets up and wanders the house.He gets up and fake potties.He gets up and sneaks in to

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I think psychologists must be wrong. At least some of them.I have often heard that allowing children to see violence, even cartoon violence, makes kids violent. Heartless. Insensitive. Sociopathic.While there may be some correlation between violent imagery and development in some children, I just don’t find a cause and effect. If there were, I’d probably have a little demon on my hands. I don’

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I’m finding it’s actually very interesting to deal with.I have a slight case of it (maybe heterozygous). My husband has it in spades (definitely homozygous. And dominant. And aggressively dominant. And is there something more than aggressively dominant?).And I’ve suspected for some time that Sasha took after his father. I am sure now that it’s true. And it’s presented some unique parenting

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…Which was why I had to take a day off Monday.They weren’t broken in the traditional sense, because the bones were just as fine as they were the week before.They were broken in the sense that I couldn’t get them to work. At all. Moving my arms involved my swinging my torso about and hoping for physics to take over and get my arm where I wanted it. Mostly it involved me whacking the living

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I’m glad yesterday happened. I had begun questioning my current arrangement.Once, long ago when Sasha was very new, I teleworked quite often. I loved the arrangement. I got to sleep in a little since I did not have to commute any further than down the hall. I got housework done because no one said you can’t return calls while putting in a load of laundry or host a teleconference while tossing

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I thought we sent Sasha to a modern, enlightened, non-denominational-general-religion-embracing, whole-child school.I’m beginning to have my doubts.While yes, their grace before meals makes no mention of God, but they do stop to say a poem expressing gratitude for food. While, yes, they do seem to have a nicely balanced view towards discipline and I think their expectations in that area are

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We’ve fully entered the Pirate Phase.Granted, this is yet another thing that has his teachers in fits. But we’ve been using it as a period of instruction—much like we did with the space and robots phase (not that he is over that, but this if far more novel at the moment). We ENCOURAGE his immersion in all things Pirate.In addition to letting him see movies like Pirates of the Caribbean and run

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Ah, teachers…It seems that those who are professional caretakers of children seem to be also be the ones most prone to freaking out over little bits of nothing.Either that, or I am WAYYYYY too laid back.We’ve been “spoken to” several times over the last few months by Sasha’s teachers on a number of topics and about his lack of progress in relation to his classmates.First about the potty training.

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Much has been going on that I wasn’t sure how to address. Now more or less everything is good (we still need to find out what’s up with the Hound, but I think she’s going to be fine) so it’s all past.This year Christmas was a productive one. I usually struggle to even begin what I want to get done, but not this year. This year I got the cards done on time, the shopping done weeks in advance,

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With work resembling the Kobayashi Maru more and more each day, I recently had a lovely break.I got to spend several days in professional training offsite. I do love my employer’s willingness to let me treat my employ like an odd variety of scholarship. And thanks to way the training went, I had something fun to write about.Inappropriate business practicesThis doesn’t sound fun, but it is. In

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I’ve written before that Sasha has a unique list of fears.Well, they aren’t really unique…they’re more brain bogglingly practical. Which is why when his uncle had a brain fart and left Aliens on in the room where Sasha was staging Playmobile pirate battles we didn’t have any nightmares or a freaked out child. They were monsters doing awful things, yes. But they were far away in space and you

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I’ve been blessed with a good marriage that long as of today. We’re a practical couple though and we are celebrating this day by going about our normal, married, harried lives. We went to work.We conversed briefly at lunch about holiday logistics and concerns for family members.Tonight there will be grocery shopping, family dinner in the kitchen, and the usual evening routine. Perhaps I’ll

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I know I am not the only mother to think this.I might be one of the few who is in the pink aisle for her little boy and frustrated that she can’t find anything there aimed a little more towards boys or at least a more gender neutral setting.After weeks of searching for a cheaper way to fulfill my little man’s dream of owning an American Girl Doll, I succeeded. Ebay and Craigslist were a bust

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We’ve been lucky in the movie-watching department.Sasha has his own definition of “scary.” This means that despite having a little guy, we can watch a LOT of different movies in front of him. He thinks David Bowie is creepy but that’s about it. However, this weekend we discovered that sad movies really affect him and aren’t the best choices to watch in front of him. Even movies which aren’t

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Sasha has been sick lately. Nothing huge. He was off his allergy/asthma meds for almost a week because the pharmacy refused to refill his prescription. Because of this he ended up with an upper respiratory infection pretty quickly. His doctor addressed both the pharmacy and the bacterial issue and so Sasha was on the mend.Then suddenly yesterday his fever spiked back up to 104.6F (with OTC fever

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Despite his grand name, I have doubts that my son will ever be a conqueror of the known world, a first class hockey player, or is destined for anything requiring vast quantities of aggression or conflict.I think he has designs to be a Jedi. Apparently we picked the wrong name of the two we’d agreed on.Every time he does something bad and catches that he’s getting “the look” he puts on an odd

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This weekend I got it into me that we needed to go through our things and dispose of them.It started with the shoes. I’d destroyed 3 pairs in the last two weeks. Sasha had grown out of every last pair of his. Hubby always says he needs new ones.I went through the piles and got rid of more shoes than I care to admit we had. Sasha’s mostly got put away with the outgrown clothes. Other than his

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Apparently the migraines were allergy related. I’d almost forgotten that I hadn’t taken any allergy meds since July. I’ve got some serious allergic shiners (I look like I got punched in the face. Repeatedly.), hives, and yesterday even got a fever (that went away. I think God must’ve taken pity on me and decided that the piling on was too much after my heels broke and I sprained my ankle).

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Life is trying to get back to normal.I’m still on modified rest and not supposed to exercise and I’m not entirely sure what “exercise” consists of. I’m pretty sure that running several miles with two crazy dogs qualifies so I haven’t been able to work back up to my previous mileage yet. Others are still having to manage that.However, I have several regular duties which probably should be

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The past week has possibly been the worst of my life. I’m not going to discuss the gory details. I may not even ever discuss the emotional part. I don’t know. It just seems wrong to post such personal details on the internet.But last week was also Halloween and I did my best not to deny our son, Sasha, any of the holiday fun.He went for his second and third trips out pumpkin patching. In

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So, I won't be having a little one in the spring now.

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I made a mistake recently.I gave my son the American Girls catalogue to look at (along with a bunch of other toy catalogues). He likes the idea that he got mail and the toy catalogues tend to help him create his letter to Santa. Last year it worked beautifully. His lists of what needed to go in his letter were somewhat generic (with the exception of the big orange rescue helicopter) and every

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It’s probably a good thing that my dream of being a bomb tech was never realized. I am too much a spaz with a tendency towards ridiculously bad luck. Being a logical person, I know I shouldn’t believe in luck, but sometimes the statistical improbabilities pile up and you are left with no reasonable explanation.Last night was further evidence of it.I had just changed my infusion set and stuck it

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When I found I was pregnant that was one thing that saddened me. I had just started to fit in clothes that had been sitting unused in the back of the closet the past 5 years. Beautiful, fitted, and in single digit sizes. I believed that in my battle with my weight this was another case of one step forward, two steps back.Thanks to hyperemesis, some of them are now fitting loosely as early

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Well, it happened.Sasha came home from school last night complaining that his feet hurt and his shoes “nots fits.” He must have grown during naptime. Thankfully, I had been expecting to get up some random morning and in the rush to get out the door find that none of his shoes fit. So I bought a pair of size 10, light-up, Buzz Lightyear sneakers and put them away. Just in case. So all I had to

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hyperemesis sucks.I now will be able to function better because I have a home health service and can get hooked up to an IV anytime I need to. I also get my meds via pump, which does work better and I've had better luck being a normal human being the past few days.I only wish that A) it wasn't so ugly and the size of a VCR tape and B) every time I changed my infusion site I wasn't left with a

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Time spent in the hospital for dehydration. Various changes of medication. Miserable days where I spend all hours hugging the toilet. Constant exhaustion and a coldness in my bones.Such is my reality right now.I am not a happy pregnant woman. But then, it’s hard to be under the circumstances.I am looking forward to spring, when my misery is over. Yes, it is a future of no sleep, but that’s

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It was recently Grandparents Day. My least favorite “Day” on the calendar since…pretty much forever.Back when I was growing up, it was a day that every school I went to that *WASN’T* a base school embraced. And since I was a military kid, there were more than just a couple of schools. And it was the way the schools embraced it that forced me to hate the day.Grandparents Day was billed as a fun

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The longer I consider it, the more I’m sure we made the right decision. In a few weeks Sasha will move to full time at school. He enjoys it there. He has his friends. Every day he goes he comes home happy, rash-and-hive-free (a big thing for him), in a great mood, and excited to tell me about how fabulous his day was and all the fun he had. He’s also quickly catching up in areas he had

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And so it’s happening again. Daycare Lady is talking about possibly booting us. Since Sasha began going to Preschool twice a week, and reducing her time by 1 day, we’ve heard a lot about full-time. How she’s losing the full-time pay. About how she needs to keep children there at full-time schedules. And so on. And how since she lost a day with him, it’s hard for her to find a replacement and

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Yesterday was Sasha’s first full day at preschool. I can see that this year will be interesting.In a good way.Peer pressure is a useful tool that we have not had in our armory up to now. And apparently, he is very susceptible to it—at least when it’s to do something he is supposed to do anyway.Yesterday, my son dished up and fed himself all day. Even when he was home. The school has mealtimes

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I’ve done a lot of writing lately. Just not posting. Lots of half-formed ideas or situations that I’m not comfortable posting publicly. Until last night.Oh, it’s so perfect.You see, last night was Back to School Night. The first we’ve had to go to as parents.The school is a lovely little school and seems to really understand what most parents these days need. It was one of the few we saw that

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We have entered the age of the imaginary friend.I thought we had about 2 months ago, but I wasn’t sure. Conversations with Sasha can be…let’s say less than illuminating. And we checked with his daycare to make sure this wasn’t some of the foreign language skills he’s picked up (I’m good with language, but I know nothing about the dialects or languages of Ghana. Sasha does.). Now I’m

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I need to learn how to turn off my brain. It’s interfering with my ability to enjoy life.This is not a new problem, but it’s one that’s been bothering me more and more.I am a detail-oriented person. I’m also overeducated. This is a recipe for disaster if you wish to enjoy television, books, movies, or occasionally conversation. Or, sometimes, allow those around you to enjoy those things. Its

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It appears we may be on our way to finally getting traction in this potty training thing. Sasha only has accidents with the pee-pee if he’s asleep.He always lets us know if he has to go, and will try if we ask him to (as all parents ask children when we’re about to get in the car or other situation where toilet use is about to become more problematic).He is using the big toilet and the little one

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It’s been a rough and hectic few weeks.I was constantly unsure if I was about to become unemployed (incessant 1-3 day extensions) and in the midst of it all a planned family vacation to Colorado.I am exhausted from all of it. The stress, the travel, the lack of oxygen…The vacation should be known as The One Where We Got 78,000 Photos of Sasha Climbing Rocks.Garden of the Gods rocks.Pikes Peak

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...but not a liter to breathe. Such is the case for Sasha.His allergies are bad enough. Now the code orange and code red days are upon us and we find ourselves doing the unthinkable and telling a little boy, "No, you may not play outside." every time he's allowed (to include this past weekend) it takes about a week to recover.and this is in spite of Claritin and Singilair.I can't help but wish

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T’was a busy weekend wherein much was accomplished.I found my parking transponder and Droid, or rather my husband did. They had been missing since Monday and were found where all missing items smaller than a dictionary are found. Buried in the backyard.The fact my Droid powered back on with a charge is a testament to it’s sturdy construct.Friday my brother did some cooking for us and took the

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...With her incredibly coarse and unruly, but sparse, reddish gold hair. If only I could have her metabolism.My hair has been falling out by the handfull. It's like a repeat of what happened a few months after Sasha was born and all the hair that hadn't fallen out while I was pregnant, fell out at one time. Only I haven't been pregnant, so I haven't been accumulating an excessivly luxuriant

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That’s all it took for my son to be physically ready to sleep through the night and go to bed at normal bedtime.We’ve finally managed an 8:30 bedtime on a regular basis where he actually falls asleep in a reasonable amount of time and sleeps until a decent hour.This is my reasoning why I think that the thought of sleep training propaganda is bunk. It purports that ALL children can be trained to

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These are the words that meet my ears the minute the front door is open.I'm met by my entourage. Both dogs flank my sides, leaping and whining for attention and affection. And a little blonde-headed boy, my Sasha, stands right in front of me, offering a ball, box of blocks, a spaceship...whatever the toy of the moment is.And now, when he says play with me, he definitely means it.Gone are the days

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It was a wonderful day on Saturday.Our plans for Sasha's birthday appeared to be the perfect day for him. He is a boy who likes a quiet, well-ordered world. The only loudness he had to deal with was the "well-ordered" kind which was preceeded by conversation from the Air Traffic Controller describing that the plane would be taking off or landing and announcements from Mission Control to the order

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Strawberry season is over (after collecting a respectable 3 gallons). The Hound and I have celebrated birthdays. And school is winding down.Tomorrow, Sasha, my adorable little tot, turns 3.We have a lovely day planned.First breakfast and a delivery from a friend who has made a creative fruit arrangement for him in lieu of a birthday cake. I believe a kid should get the treat he or she wants

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I’m frequently frustrated by the medium of the written word.You see, I have diarrhea of the keyboard.When put in front of a blank page, I could write on forever. There are at least a dozen different topics at any one point that I would love to write on. It is my catharsis.However…To write is also to immortalize your thoughts. Make them permanent. Make them public.To write is to be found out

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Either it’s two or threeness we’ve been having (since we didn’t really have a Terrible Two, I really am clueless on what’s normal), but he has been a trial lately.In some ways it’s like we’re back to being one, where he’d run away from me when I called him. In some ways it’s a whole new bit of nastiness where he calls you a “Toot* Head” or spits in your face when you ask him to do something.

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Pollen season stinks and needs to stop. Or else I need to move back to Puerto Rico.I understand the need for the existance of pollen, I really do. I know it's not necessary for it to make life so miserable, though. After all, as I mentioned before, there's Puerto Rico--"La tierra de Borinquen ... es un jardín florido de mágico primor." I was never sick there with the horrid allergies. No, that

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I am tired.However we have all survived another first...the first time I have to leave town without my family.The experience of travelling for work was not quite what I'd expected, although it wasn't all that bad. I did learn some things and have some questions that came to mind during my travels.1) Why is it hotels post photos that are CLEARLY either 20-30 years old or from a set with similar (

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I’ve made mention of changes, and it’s not just that our little Sasha is a little perpetual motion machine that seems to have some piezo-kinetic battery thingy. He’s also becoming more “kid.”Case in point—jokes.It used to be that only ‘poopie’ was a joke. And we were treated to his altering words to make them more amusing to him. “Shampoo” became “shampoopie.” “Winnie-the-pooh” became “

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The past couple of weeks have brought with them some changes in our son.My thoughts are, if this is the Threeness, I’m not entirely certain we will survive.His energy is just off the scale. This Saturday morning he was bouncing around like a ball of Flubber and leaving havoc and destruction in his wake. After the towel bar in the bathroom was ripped out of the drywall, I decided that we needed to

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We've been struggling lately to encourage Sasha to be more grown up.I do struggle with it a little, because part of me believes little ones will do it when they are ready. No healthy, average, child has ever become an adult without being toilet trained or learning how to feed themselves or put their own clothes on. Part of me knows that babying him this way, though, is just a way of spoiling

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I am learning to accept that I am what might be called a “big girl.”I am 5’7”. Tall, or at least tall-ish.I have been on various diets over the past two years. They’ve been effective, to say the least…this morning I put on a size 10 dress I haven’t been able to wear in years. No slimming garments required and it doesn’t resemble a sausage casing in any way. It fits loosely. However, I never

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I've discovered if you write any portion of a post in Irish, spammers comment like mad with offers of Viagra, enhancement products, "ladies of the night" and other interesting items.****The promise of Spring break and all that can be accomplished is easily done in. An ear infection turned into a stomach bug which turned into roseola.****A little kid who hates mess will enjoy egg coloring

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So it’s happened. As I expected it would.Sasha has recently latched onto a certain profanity, but in a non-profane manner. He uses it as it was meant to be used and in a way that is no more “bad” than the word ‘sow’ or ‘rooster.’ His pronounciation is a bit off, but it’s pretty obvious what he’s going for. Because he’ll point to Kerrygirl and announce proudly that she is one. And ask random

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There is a trend I’m noticing that has begun to irritate me.Blaming children’s health issues (and my bugaboo is allergies/asthma) on certain inane choices of the parents—particularly the mother.I’ve read soooo many articles in the past 3 or 4 years on how X causes childhood asthma and Y prevents it, that it’s completely ridiculous. I’ m not sure if it’s the researchers or if it’s the medias

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I'm back to my normal schedule and my usual location. For the time being.I'm still trying to keep some of my time management skills I honed during my work from home. It's made my weekends and evenings work far more efficiently. And I'd found tools to help me keep track of some of my personal items as well.A fitness app in my phone contains a pedometer and tracks my steps. It counts my calories (

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...and indeed, it's been nothing like "lazy."I've been working from home the past few days and will be for a few more. I found myself temporarily without an office at work so I've been using the office at home.Which seemed good, as I'm recovering from a respiratory infection--extra rest afforded by lack of commute. However, I find I'm not really getting it. I wake up at normal time. I do my

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I just got an e-mail that made my day. My blueberries are coming!I've been very agitated lately. Aggravated with work. Aggravated with my husband. Aggravated with my son. Aggravated with random passers-by who unfortunately fall into the wake of my wrath....I am not a cold-weather, live in darkness, bundle into unrecognizability kind of person. I am a summer person. Yes, I sizzle like a vampire

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We received good news last night. Sort of. It's not anything new, but it just seemed to affect her more. Maybe because she's not quite the young dog she once was. But anyway, everything's back to normal.Which has allowed Sasha's mind to focus on other things. On Questions."Mommy, how the sun be flynin in da sky?""Mommy, why dere be sombody in der in da cars dat gonin?""Mommy, why come it not

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We've been fairly careful to keep the scarier parts of the sick dog care away from Sasha (i.e. those involving needles). After all, KerryGirl is one of his good buddies. Someone who he comes home to play tag and catch with and who happily helps him sock-skijorn around the house. And he's a sensitive little boy who has a dread of the pointy metal objects.However, he seems to have gotten the idea

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Our kerry blue terrier has been known to get very sick from time to time. However, it's normally the result of some chronic issues stemming, in large part we beleive, from her life before she came to us.So long as we follow a certain regimen, she'll be fine and be back to normal in a day or two.This isn't one of those times.She'd been vomiting on and off for the past week, but had otherwise been

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No, the rain (or rather snow) is not gone. And thanks to the giant plowed piles, I still cannot see obstacles in my way.But I have glasses.I actually have had a pair for almost 12 years. I got them when applying for a group of jobs that all required vision be 20/20 (corrected). Not that my vision was bad, it was just ever so slightly off from perfect. I didn't actually need glasses otherwise

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We've been in a bit of a linguistic milestone lately. Sasha's grammar has gone totally downhill.While this may not sound much like a milestone, I've read that this happens in children and it marks the stage where they are no longer merely parroting words and phrases, but have gained a true understanding of the language and are trying to apply their own rules and structure. They now REALLY

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I do not like snow. I do not like cold. I do not like ice, unless it's shaved, flavored, and served in a paper cup.And despite this, I do the little things to stave off global warming we that we are all asked to do by the Gore-ites. Which I've begun to wonder if they have it a little wrong...if it's not actually more like the Day After Tomorrow.Think of it...the most snow in 100 years (with more

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it's just my phrase of the day.It's nice to be in such a great mood...

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In keeping with yesterday's post, I thought I should post up some photos of our most recent projects: The kitchen and downstairs half-bath.In the kitchen I did some drywall repair, paint job, and Hubby put in the backsplash. It was probably the cheapest room update ever. May the Habitat Restore live long and prosper. And Sears, Home Depot, and Lowes and their out of nowhere $25 off coupons (and

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