Thursday, April 9, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
As If On Cue...
I was reading through my book "What to Expect: The Toddler Years", thanks to my sister in law, Susan, for loaning it to me. It seems I had not read any of "what to expect" since month 12 when I finished "What to Expect the First Year" and had been going on intinct and the seat of my pants (as they say) since then. So for the 16 month update the book says that this is when toddlers get into the "temper tantrum" phase. Yep, temper tantrums, anywhere, anytime, for any reason.... The book says that the parent must let the toddler know that they are there for comfort and reassurance and to just let them get through it. The next morning, as if on cue, Nic starts throwing the tantrums. Now I am comforted knowing that he is a genius as he is already reading my books, but not happy with the new phase he has entered. Since then he throws them at least twice a day and generally because he hasn't been allowed to have something he wants - like styling mousse or a cleaver. So he proceeds to let me know how mad he is at me and that life is unfair and he is going to scream and swat at me until I give him the cleaver. Of course, I am thinking that not only is it not safe for him to play with a cleaver, but not safe to give him a cleaver when he is already swatting at me.
The good news is that he is healthy this week, let's keep our fingers crossed for more weeks like this.
The other good news is that I got the "flippers" I have wanted! "Flippers" are flip flop slippers. Yes, you are correct that it doesn't take much to make me happy at times. However, we have wood and tile floors in the house and even in the summer they can be cold on the toes. Full toe coverage slippers would be too warm, but flippers are just right. I have also found that Nic's bath time is a great time to get a foot soak before doing the at home pedicure. Money may be tight but a girl's got to have painted toes!
The good news is that he is healthy this week, let's keep our fingers crossed for more weeks like this.
The other good news is that I got the "flippers" I have wanted! "Flippers" are flip flop slippers. Yes, you are correct that it doesn't take much to make me happy at times. However, we have wood and tile floors in the house and even in the summer they can be cold on the toes. Full toe coverage slippers would be too warm, but flippers are just right. I have also found that Nic's bath time is a great time to get a foot soak before doing the at home pedicure. Money may be tight but a girl's got to have painted toes!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
A Long Week
It all started on Monday night. Nic woke up with a nasty croupy cough and runny nose. When I got up Tuesday morning it was evident that I would not be bringing him to the Y. Ted was able to work from home for the day so that I could work and train my 6 clients scheduled for that day. When I got home Ted told me Nic had been miserable and that he had to wipe green stuff out of his eye. Tuesday night was full of NIc waking up with a croupy cough and horribly runny nose. Wednesday I had to cancel my 2 clients to stay home with Nic. More brown stuff out of his nose and green stuff from his eye with the addition of a 103 fever, so I called the pediatrician and talked to the nurse. We were scheduled to come in Thursday morning.
My mom was also scheduled to arrive in town Thursday morning. Of course you can't know when a child will get sick and schedule around that but the timing was not good. So into the pediatician's office we go with Nic looking totally miserable. Diagnosis: ear infection in both ears, sinus infection, eye infection and croup. Oh joy! Poor little man:)
Off the the pharmacy and then off to the airport to pick up grandma.
Oh in the meantime, Wednesday night I wake up with a sore throat, body aches and uncontrolled shivering. Oh joy!
So we pick up grandma and I inform her of all the fun illnesses infecting the house she will stay in for the next 4 days. I let her know of the highly contagious nature of pinkeye and to wash her hands frequently. In true mom fashion she is up for the challenge and happy to lend her support for the ailing mom and Nic.
With body aches, shivering, fever, and headache I can only figure that I have the flu. But I think, well I 've had a flu shot, it shouldn't last too long.
Nic takes all his medicine like a real trouper and gets better little by little over the weekend and thoroughly enjoys the love of grandma.
Friday night we settle in to watch a movie and I feel that my eye is itchy. I go wash off my eye make up and not more that 30 minutes later I feel the watery eye and see some puss in my eye- oh joy. For the first time in my life, I have pinkeye.
Saturday night is miserable for mom and Nic (and Ted who is kept up by Nic). I wake up Saturday to a scratchy voice and still feel aweful. Luckily Nic seems to be doing better.
All plans for fun and games have been scrapped for the weekend except for the consignment sale where we got a ton of stuff for Nic for a fraction of the regular price.
Sunday rolls around and Nic is back to himself other than an occasional cough and booger. Me, well I am glad I have e-mail because I have lost about 75% of my voice.
So here we are on Wednesday morning and I feel about 75% back. Still a cough and a little stuffy but compared to how I was, I feel good. Nic is back to his charming, busy self. Now it's time to get him back to sleeping in his own bed. Oh joy!
My mom was also scheduled to arrive in town Thursday morning. Of course you can't know when a child will get sick and schedule around that but the timing was not good. So into the pediatician's office we go with Nic looking totally miserable. Diagnosis: ear infection in both ears, sinus infection, eye infection and croup. Oh joy! Poor little man:)
Off the the pharmacy and then off to the airport to pick up grandma.
Oh in the meantime, Wednesday night I wake up with a sore throat, body aches and uncontrolled shivering. Oh joy!
So we pick up grandma and I inform her of all the fun illnesses infecting the house she will stay in for the next 4 days. I let her know of the highly contagious nature of pinkeye and to wash her hands frequently. In true mom fashion she is up for the challenge and happy to lend her support for the ailing mom and Nic.
With body aches, shivering, fever, and headache I can only figure that I have the flu. But I think, well I 've had a flu shot, it shouldn't last too long.
Nic takes all his medicine like a real trouper and gets better little by little over the weekend and thoroughly enjoys the love of grandma.
Friday night we settle in to watch a movie and I feel that my eye is itchy. I go wash off my eye make up and not more that 30 minutes later I feel the watery eye and see some puss in my eye- oh joy. For the first time in my life, I have pinkeye.
Saturday night is miserable for mom and Nic (and Ted who is kept up by Nic). I wake up Saturday to a scratchy voice and still feel aweful. Luckily Nic seems to be doing better.
All plans for fun and games have been scrapped for the weekend except for the consignment sale where we got a ton of stuff for Nic for a fraction of the regular price.
Sunday rolls around and Nic is back to himself other than an occasional cough and booger. Me, well I am glad I have e-mail because I have lost about 75% of my voice.
So here we are on Wednesday morning and I feel about 75% back. Still a cough and a little stuffy but compared to how I was, I feel good. Nic is back to his charming, busy self. Now it's time to get him back to sleeping in his own bed. Oh joy!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Protective Eyewear Needed
Tuesdays are long days for me. Not 16 hour long like I used to have, but 5.5 hours of training and 3 hours of driving (yikes I hadn't added up the drive time like that before). Anyway, its a long day and my 4th client of the day didn't show up. I hate being idle, I'd rather be training than hanging out waiting. Well it turns out she sent me an e-mail ealier that morning to tell me she was sick. However my stellar internet service wasn't recieving messages that morning and it has yet to be delivered. So it is still floating out in electronic no-mans-land with all the text messages I send Janice.
Generally by the time I get home Nic and Daddy are asleep, but not last night. Nic was WIDE OPEN. So around 10:30p I headed downstairs for a little warm milk nightcap for the little man then I head back upstairs for a quick daiper change. The second I lay him down he starts kicking, screaming, turning over....so I struggle to get his wet diaper off and get it into the diaper pail. Then as I am coming up from pulling out a baby wipe I get hit in the eye with something. I reflexively swat "it" away and look up at Nic to see just what he has thrown at me when I realize that he is peeing - IN MY EYE - and my hair. I get out of the stream of pee and watch as he pees on the floor and think - maybe I should cover that thing up. So I cover it up and when I remove the cover a couple moments later, he starts peeing again. Ugh. Finally the water works stop, I get him dressed and soak a bit of pee off the carpet. We have a carpet shampooer - I think to myself and move on to the bedroom. I wash off my face and dab my pee-soaked eye, pull my pee-tinged hair up into a knot and head to bed.
This morning I told Ted about it. He just laughed and said 2 years ago there is now way I would have gone with bed without showering all of that off. I just told him that showering would have delayed sleep for at least another 20 minutes and that was just too long. Priorities sure do change, don't they.
Generally by the time I get home Nic and Daddy are asleep, but not last night. Nic was WIDE OPEN. So around 10:30p I headed downstairs for a little warm milk nightcap for the little man then I head back upstairs for a quick daiper change. The second I lay him down he starts kicking, screaming, turning over....so I struggle to get his wet diaper off and get it into the diaper pail. Then as I am coming up from pulling out a baby wipe I get hit in the eye with something. I reflexively swat "it" away and look up at Nic to see just what he has thrown at me when I realize that he is peeing - IN MY EYE - and my hair. I get out of the stream of pee and watch as he pees on the floor and think - maybe I should cover that thing up. So I cover it up and when I remove the cover a couple moments later, he starts peeing again. Ugh. Finally the water works stop, I get him dressed and soak a bit of pee off the carpet. We have a carpet shampooer - I think to myself and move on to the bedroom. I wash off my face and dab my pee-soaked eye, pull my pee-tinged hair up into a knot and head to bed.
This morning I told Ted about it. He just laughed and said 2 years ago there is now way I would have gone with bed without showering all of that off. I just told him that showering would have delayed sleep for at least another 20 minutes and that was just too long. Priorities sure do change, don't they.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Ah Motherhood
Today started out like a typical Monday at 5am.
Unfortunately that changed quickly. Nic just wasn't being himself. He didn't dive into his milk and bananas at breakfast. He was just kind of grumpy. Intermittently grumpy even; playing one minute and grumping the next.
I went back and forth over whether or not he was sick or just grumpy and whether or not I should find a sub for my morning classes or just hope he got over it. I had determined that it was most likely just an upset stomach since he spent a lot of time running in the grass and picking up stuff from the grass and putting it in his mouth.
While I was on the phone trying to find a sub for the first class, Nic went about playing and trying to grab the phone and I thought - you aren't sick, you just want attention. So we went to work.
Not a good thing. He didn't get over it, he was grumpy and warm and refusing to eat. Here comes the guilt. I shouldn't have brought him out today, but its too late now. I mean to would totally walk out of class and say "sorry" if my child was sick or hurt, but I hate to cancel if I don't totally have to. So I pick him up after class and he is all mopey and the ladies in the childcare are kind of acting like "why did you bring him in here"? Don't get me wrong, they are sweet ladies and they do a good job taking care of him, but its not always easy to make that call. One of them said to me as I left that is was a good thing I didn't have to work again until next Monday so Nic could be home. So I said, well no, actually I work most days of the week just not there.
I do thank you all for taking care of my little sick one. I will bring you cookies next week.
So anyway, Nic and I are off of work tomorrow so we can go to the doctor.
I get to bring a stool sample (Nic's stool actually, not mine) in with me. The doctor wanted to check for any blood in the stool. So I grab a little plastic cup and head upstairs to Nic's room, open up the diaper Ge*nie and dig for the last 2 nasty diapers (did I mention the diarrhea?), open them back up and scoop out a little poop. I used a plastic spoon too. I thought you might want to know that for the next time you eat at my house.
Most of you know that I have a short attention span which got even shorter after the baby. This is why I left eggs boiling on the stove long enough to boil all the water out and cook the eggs to the bottom. I think that day I had gone up to change Nic and ended up bathing him because it was so bad. So I scoop some poop and sit the poop cup on the little half wall around the stairs. Then I think, gosh the house smells like vomit. Oh did I forget to tell you that I got vomited on today? Now I have been baby vomited on, but not toddler vomited on until today. And it was a doozie. All over my back and shoulder, down my shirt, all over Nic, all over my jeans, etc. So I was upstairs putting the vomit clothes in the washer and sorting some other clothes, then went out in the hallway and thought - why does it smell like poop out here?
Unfortunately that changed quickly. Nic just wasn't being himself. He didn't dive into his milk and bananas at breakfast. He was just kind of grumpy. Intermittently grumpy even; playing one minute and grumping the next.
I went back and forth over whether or not he was sick or just grumpy and whether or not I should find a sub for my morning classes or just hope he got over it. I had determined that it was most likely just an upset stomach since he spent a lot of time running in the grass and picking up stuff from the grass and putting it in his mouth.
While I was on the phone trying to find a sub for the first class, Nic went about playing and trying to grab the phone and I thought - you aren't sick, you just want attention. So we went to work.
Not a good thing. He didn't get over it, he was grumpy and warm and refusing to eat. Here comes the guilt. I shouldn't have brought him out today, but its too late now. I mean to would totally walk out of class and say "sorry" if my child was sick or hurt, but I hate to cancel if I don't totally have to. So I pick him up after class and he is all mopey and the ladies in the childcare are kind of acting like "why did you bring him in here"? Don't get me wrong, they are sweet ladies and they do a good job taking care of him, but its not always easy to make that call. One of them said to me as I left that is was a good thing I didn't have to work again until next Monday so Nic could be home. So I said, well no, actually I work most days of the week just not there.
I do thank you all for taking care of my little sick one. I will bring you cookies next week.
So anyway, Nic and I are off of work tomorrow so we can go to the doctor.
I get to bring a stool sample (Nic's stool actually, not mine) in with me. The doctor wanted to check for any blood in the stool. So I grab a little plastic cup and head upstairs to Nic's room, open up the diaper Ge*nie and dig for the last 2 nasty diapers (did I mention the diarrhea?), open them back up and scoop out a little poop. I used a plastic spoon too. I thought you might want to know that for the next time you eat at my house.
Most of you know that I have a short attention span which got even shorter after the baby. This is why I left eggs boiling on the stove long enough to boil all the water out and cook the eggs to the bottom. I think that day I had gone up to change Nic and ended up bathing him because it was so bad. So I scoop some poop and sit the poop cup on the little half wall around the stairs. Then I think, gosh the house smells like vomit. Oh did I forget to tell you that I got vomited on today? Now I have been baby vomited on, but not toddler vomited on until today. And it was a doozie. All over my back and shoulder, down my shirt, all over Nic, all over my jeans, etc. So I was upstairs putting the vomit clothes in the washer and sorting some other clothes, then went out in the hallway and thought - why does it smell like poop out here?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Snow Day!
Nic got his second snow day today. On his first snow day he was a little sick too so he didn't get to play in the snow, but today we went outside.
I like snow days in the south, because often you get to stay home. Well, Ted had to go to work on both snow days but Nic and I got to stay home.
I think it is supposed to be 60 over the weekend - another reason to like southern winters!
I like snow days in the south, because often you get to stay home. Well, Ted had to go to work on both snow days but Nic and I got to stay home.
I think it is supposed to be 60 over the weekend - another reason to like southern winters!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
In My Own Words
Hi my name is Nicolas, Nic if you like. And this blog is all about me (actually a lot of it is about my mom disguised as stuff about me).
Next week I will be 14 months. They count my age in months still (good thing they gave up on the weeks). Life is pretty cool so far. Here is what I have found out.
1) I don't like being sick, but sneezing is fun and when I am sick I get LOTS of attention.
2) I am really good at walking. I can even run now. Pretty soon I will beat my dad in races too.
3) I like carbs! Bread, waffles, bagels, crackers,etc. Not too fond of chicken or turkey, despite how many times Mom tries to give it to me.
4) I love TV. Nog*gin is the best, but I will watch just about anything. When the TV is on the rest of the world ceases to exist.
5) I like my dog. She lets me pull on her ears and tail and smack her in the nose. She also helps me eat my food. Anything I don't want I throw on the floor and she cleans it up.
6) My Mom is funny. She does funny dances for me and sings silly songs.
7) My Dad is the best to sleep on. Sundays are great for napping on the couch.
8) I have tons of toys but the "tupp*erware" cabinet is more fun.
9) I throw stuff when I get mad. Dad says I get that from Mom.
10) I love my carseat. It's a great place to take a nap.
11) I am a genius or at least that's what my mom tells me.
12) I'm happy I have all of my friends and family to help with my growing up process.
Nic
Next week I will be 14 months. They count my age in months still (good thing they gave up on the weeks). Life is pretty cool so far. Here is what I have found out.
1) I don't like being sick, but sneezing is fun and when I am sick I get LOTS of attention.
2) I am really good at walking. I can even run now. Pretty soon I will beat my dad in races too.
3) I like carbs! Bread, waffles, bagels, crackers,etc. Not too fond of chicken or turkey, despite how many times Mom tries to give it to me.
4) I love TV. Nog*gin is the best, but I will watch just about anything. When the TV is on the rest of the world ceases to exist.
5) I like my dog. She lets me pull on her ears and tail and smack her in the nose. She also helps me eat my food. Anything I don't want I throw on the floor and she cleans it up.
6) My Mom is funny. She does funny dances for me and sings silly songs.
7) My Dad is the best to sleep on. Sundays are great for napping on the couch.
8) I have tons of toys but the "tupp*erware" cabinet is more fun.
9) I throw stuff when I get mad. Dad says I get that from Mom.
10) I love my carseat. It's a great place to take a nap.
11) I am a genius or at least that's what my mom tells me.
12) I'm happy I have all of my friends and family to help with my growing up process.
Nic
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