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Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
... oh yeah. LAYLA!
3 year olds astound me on a regular basis, especially this one. when leaving the NKCC this noonish, it had started raining which spawned layla's very favorite thing in the whole world: puddles! so, while i was putting micah in the car, she stomped in them and got the bottom of her pants all wet. as we were driving home (by way of the post office, but that's a whole different adventure) i heard this slurpy, sucky sound and i looked behind me to see layla SUCKING on her wet pant legs. EEEWWW!!! what on earth would possess a person to do this? can we say motor oil? antifreeze? bird poo? dirt? i hope she survives. ::shudder::
Monday, November 24, 2008
this is how micah went to sleep last night...
i've always heard that there were kids like this. the kind who would just lay down and go to sleep when they were tired, but they were sort of mythical to me. certainly, my children were never THOSE kids. oh no, mine fight it until the last second, forcing themselves to stay awake, being cranky and fussy and grumpy until sleep is IMPOSED upon them by someone else. but this is what micah did last night. dave and i were watching tv and i noticed him stop playing and lay down. i didn't figure it was a big deal because he's done that before when he was tired, but never actually fallen asleep. but he stayed there. he would pick his head up and look around every once in a while, and then he started doing the little-kid-sleeping-position with his butt up in the air and his head on the ground. pretty soon he quit moving. it was kind of tempting to just cover him up and leave him there, but really, who wants to sleep face down on ugly green carpet. so we put him in bed (and removed the spoon from his hand) and he stayed. man, i wish he would do that every night! so low maintenance! maybe he can teach layla how to do it too!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
i think i made money going to starbucks today. i went in to get dave and i some coffee. i ordered a tall peppermint mocha for him and an grande eggnog latte for myself. there were technically two people taking my order - the guy at the cash register, and the girl who was writing on cups. she heard eggnog, he did not and made some mention of a 'latte', with no mention of eggnog. it was brought to his attention and he was like, 'oh, let me change that'. i made a joking comment about it being just fine if he only wanted to charge me for a regular latte, and then he went off on some schpiel about how eggnog lattes are overpriced anyway and he didn't know why they charged so much more for them and that he didn't feel like bothering with changing it. okay... so i paid and went to wait for my drinks. the barista (not cash register guy OR cup girl) put a drink up and called out, "tall eggnog latte" and i looked around but there was no one else waiting. i waited a minute to be sure, but no one claimed it. so i went up and told him that i was assuming it was my eggnog latte, except i ordered a grande. i wasn't really trying to be picky, but he was like, 'oh, no biggie, let me remake that'. so he did. and then he gave me one of their freebie cards to make up for it. i was kind of confused at how the whole thing happened. honestly, i don't really know what i paid for. it's 'holiday menu' time, so it's not the same total it usually is when i order drinks for the two of us (yes, we're pretty predictable), AND, i bought a sunday paper too. but i'm pretty sure i paid for a regular latte, and i suppose, since he didn't hear the eggnog part of it, maybe he didn't hear the grande part of it either. but i wound up with a grande eggnog latte, and a free drink next time. rock on starbucks! the big bad coffee giant gets plenty of my money as it is, so i don't really feel bad. coffee anyone?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
for the public record...
the other night i tweeted that dave was taking pictures of his nostril. i have been informed, by an authoritative source, that this is incorrect. although i heard him say the words, "hello, nostril!", this is actually the picture he was taking at the time - clearly, not of his nostril.
in actuality, he was fiddling with the zoom after having taken this lovely picture of himself, and, as he demonstrated to me, it zooms in directly on his left nostril, provoking him to utter the words, "hello, nostril!" he assured me that he is not, in any way, immature enough to be taking photos of his own nostrils and didn't much appreciate it that i had stated to the whole world that he was.
so the truth is revealed. my husband was NOT taking pictures of his nostril, contrary to what i had previously posted.
thank you for your understanding.
(i had considered posting the zoomed-in picture so everyone else can say, "hello, nostril!", but decided that he would probably be mad enough about this already and it really wouldn't be very nice. haha!)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
here's a link i found that has complete info on it. man i feel like such a huge idiot. don't worry, i didn't get past the first couple screens. i'm not THAT big of an idiot. it only takes a couple for me to acknowledge the 4 million little red flags that are popping up all over. grrr.!!!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
i thought i would share with you, this lovely little drawing my daughter made:
there are a lot of this type of drawing these days.the only problem is where she chose to draw it... how about a little perspective:
yup, that's the bathroom counter.
and this is after she got 'grounded' from all her other markers after i discovered a whole collection of N's, M's, and W's on her bed. that's right, ON her bed. the bottom sheet to be exact. not sure where she found this one... it was a felt tip pen, as opposed to a marker, and therefore, not washable. i was able to get most of it off, but there's still a faint pink head with legs and shoes (notice the shoes - even when she's being naughty, she still knows what's important) on the bathroom counter. LOVELY.
where did this come from??? yes, she's always been a little bit evil... but, holy cow! she's just awful lately. anyone know of a good 3 year old boot camp?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
see all the big welts? yeah, me neither. our spectacular appointment with the allergist revealed that layla is allergic to nothing. so we're back to square one and we know nothing other than that something is causing her bladder issues and we don't know what. maybe her doctor can put a little pressure on the urologist to see us. who knows. and food doesn't seem to be causing her skin issues, nor the rash she gets on her face after eating sometimes. okay, that's not exactly accurate. food is causing it, but not an allergy. she has sensitive skin and when food gets smeared on her face, it irritates her skin.
so, as disappointed as i am that we've gotten nowhere here, i am looking on the bright side that she isn't allergic to something major like wheat or dairy that would create a significant lifestyle change in regards to our diet. so in that respect, it's good news. i just really want some answers.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
i was browsing through the pictures on the computer tonight and happened upon this one that was apparently taken during the 'picture-taking' portion of my wedding. it was too good to pass up.
sorry brenda, i couldn't resist. check out mackenzie!
micah had his 1 year checkup today. he's apparently skinny. what? our child... skinny? how could that be?
it only got brought up because he's no longer consistent with his previous percentiles. i guess that means his weight gain isn't keeping up with the rest of his growth (and that of the other 99 lucky kids that get to make up the percentile chart). so i guess i'm supposed to feed him more and higher calorie foods. "no more fruits and veggies for you! it's all bacon cheeseburgers from here on out."
at any rate, i think he'll live.
layla is seeing the allergist tomorrow. finally! i'm so excited. not for the 2 and a half hour appointment that i have to keep micah entertained through and possibly watch layla get poked several times, but to finally find out what the issues are. i'll definitely update tomorrow.
finally, and totally unrelated... i know i'm weird, but am i the only one who reads the random nonsense words they make you type when you leave a comment on someone's blog? i just had one that said "misogyro". it struck me funny. then again, i read license plates too and i'm not talking about vanity plates. i either read the letters on them, or i make them into an acronym. for example, the letters on our van are VBT. "very big transportation". the toyota is VNK. "very nice kids" or "very naughty kids", depending on the situation. what can i say... i like words. i like to play with language.
what does your license plate say?
Sunday, November 9, 2008
so last night, while hanging w/ my sick pup at the folks', i was just sitting down to write a post. inspired by my young son, the title WAS to be something along the lines of, "holy cow this kid's a freakin' monkey!" he chose this very moment to climb up on a dining room chair (yes, unassisted - timely, huh?) and then fall over the back of it and land on his head. so i picked him up and
checked his vitals comforted him. i was figuring he was alright - because he usually is. mid-wail, i noticed a small sliver of something white and hard in his mouth. i fished it out and, convinced it was a piece of one of his teeth, i proceeded to upset him even more by hauling him into the bathroom, laying him down on the counter, turning on the bright lights over his face and digging around in his mouth, trying to get a look and feel at all of his teeth. well, i have no idea what that was in his mouth, but all 8 teeth were accounted for and uncompromised. and given that there was no apparent trauma to his mouth and a HUGE red bump forming on his forehead, it was pretty obvious where he landed. so after we recovered from that, i decided to give him a bath and somehow wound up plunking him down in water that was way too hot. way to go mom. but he survived, fell asleep on the way home and... nevermind, i have nothing to report about that at the risk of jinxing something again by talking about it.
at any rate, here's a couple pictures of places i've recently found micah. yes, that's him IN the fridge. and on layla's desk, on top of a bin full of markers. he is a freakin' monkey.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
so obviously, from my earlier post, the dinner-making portion of my day was a little less than spectacular.
oh, that was just the beginning.
dave worked late today.
after dinner, i ran a bath for the younger 2 and in the process of getting them from the dining room to the bathroom, micah knocked the container of cheerios off the table and they dumped ALL OVER the floor. i scooped up what i could and threw it back in the container, then, mindful that the water was still running in the tub and i didn't want to flood the bathroom, i herded the kids into the bathroom and dumped them into the tub.
i went back into the dining room and proceeded to sweep up the mound of cheerios that was left on the floor, all the while keeping an ear open for both voices and giggles in the bathroom (as long as you can hear them, their heads are above water, right?). that took all of about 2 minutes.
i looked in on them (both happy as could be) and discovered that both of my younger, happy children were sitting in a tub full of murky poo water. complete with floaters. apparently micah had unloaded and layla hadn't noticed yet since she was using a toy boat to dump *water* over both their heads.
i stood there, staring at the tub, in a full-on panic, and like any intelligent, college-educated person, said, "oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!"
i grabbed layla out and stood her on the bath mat, dripping wet. my eloquent description of what was going on (see above) had piqued shane's interest enough to take a break from his computer game to see what was going on.
THANK GOD FOR SHANE!
i told him to go turn on the shower in the other bathroom, threw a bottle of shampoo at him and sent layla in to get clean and unpooey in there.
i turned my attention to micah, still sitting in all his pooey glory, happily playing with pooey bath toys. i had no idea what to do. i flipped the switch to drain the tub, and pondered my options. i could take him out, but he's covered in poo and whatever i put him near will also become covered in poo. so i just left him there, because, really, the bathtub was already covered in poo, and at least it's contained, right? so while i'm waiting for the tub to drain, micah played with his poo and i called dave and swore never to speak to him again. because it's his fault, right?
so i got to use the 'pressure wash' setting on my hand-held shower head again to clean out the tub. micah wasn't very fond of it (since he was still in the tub when i was using it - no, i didn't spray him with it). you could say it scared the *you know what* out of him, except it was already out. so after traumatizing him with that, i switched back to regular spray and cleaned him up. cleaned him up good.
just another day, right?
does anyone else have this experience? sometime between 4:00 and 4:15pm, some magic switch, somewhere, is thrown. it's the "mom's-trying-to-cook-dinner-now-so-i-need-something-anything-not-for-any-specific-reason-other-than-she-needs-to-do-something-else-so-i-must-have-her-attention-right-now-and-i'm-getting-very-upset-and-am-going-to-make-it-as-difficult-as-i-possibly-can-for-her-and-enlist-the-help-of-my-siblings-while-i'm-at-it" switch. i would say that 6 out of 7 nights a week, whatever dinner preparations i make, are done with micah attached to one or both of my legs. it makes navigating between the fridge, stove, sink, and counter so much easier!
open fridge to pull out food = pull micah out of the fridge so i can close it.
open cupboard to get out a pot = micah emptying the rest of the pots onto the floor.
get ingredients out of upper cupboards = removing layla from the countertop.
getting a knife out of the dishwasher = pulling micah out of the dishwasher so i can close it.
combine ingredients in a bowl or pot = layla stirring them until they slop out.
walk across kitchen to get a utensil out of the drawer = drag a not-quite-walking, but crying micah across with me.
standing in front of the stove to cook anything = pick up the dishtowels off the floor for the 400th time.
putting something in the oven = keeping micah a safe distance away while checking shane's homework because he's in a hurry to get out the door.
getting something from off the top of the fridge = no, you can't have any more candy!
seriously! micah, the kid that never cries, falls apart every time i try to cook. layla, the kid who never eats dinner, wants every snack she can find while i'm trying to make dinner and falls apart when i say no. and shane, if no friends are available to play with, finds nothing better to do with his time then torment layla and ask for snacks. geez!
well, now that dinner is actually in the oven, i have to figure out why micah is wailing, put my kitchen back together, and somehow get stuff into the dishwasher while keeping micah out of it. then we get to eat. that's even more fun.
Monday, November 3, 2008
i'm so at a loss for what to do with layla lately. she's given up naps but still technically needs them. but if she does nap, she stays up until like 10pm. either way, it's a bad situation. now, with the whole time change thing, she's getting up before the crack of dawn, making things even better. every evening is a huge struggle now, leaving me trying to get dinner ready and deal with micah's antics, shane's activities and whatnot, with her whining or falling apart or fighting with shane or getting into trouble because she gets all hung up on doing something that i'm telling her not to do. it is MOST unpleasant. then, by the time dinner is actually on the table, she's too wigged out and almost never eats it, something i'm sure is doing wonders for her general mood as well. then comes the getting jammies on/brushing teeth/getting into bed battle. it's like it never ends. she's so tired she can't function in a civilized fashion, but she won't just go to bed. that's when she gets all high-maintenance and insists on taking up gobs of my time that i can't give her because i have 2 other kids that are usually attempting in one way or another to get my attention too.
what do i do here? do i try to make her take a nap (which is a battle in itself, and usually unsuccessful) and then deal with her up all night? or do i keep having her power through and deal with nightly HELL? either way, she's driving me crazy and right now my evenings really suck!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
and why did nobody tell me?
i swear i'm going to lose it today - or sometime in the near future. i don't know if it's halloween, too much excitement, too much candy, the weather, the fact that we were out of town for 5 days or what, but my kids are driving me up the friggin' wall!
they're fighting, stir-crazy, seem to have misplaced their ears and their ability to do anything they are asked to do and they're trashing the house repeatedly, which just puts me more on edge. they're just awful! it's like they're trying to get on each other's nerves... and subsequently mine.
my parents said they were just wonderful for the 5 days they spent with them. the listened, they got along, they ate their dinners... what the heck? maybe they used it all up.
i need a vacation from my kids... and i just had one.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
but we're in the midst of a 'project' with micah. mr. high maintenance has pushed us to the limit with his nighttime needs. basically, we've gotten ourselves in a situation where micah wakes up multiple times a night and wants to nurse. it's ridiculous, because he totally doesn't need to, it's just what he wants to do to go back to sleep. and, in an effort to have him shut up as quick as possible (in order to avoid having 3 children awake in the middle of the night instead of just 1) i just give him what he wants so he'll go back to sleep. but i recently reached the end of my rope. i need sleep!
so i moved out.
not really, but i moved out of the room. i've been on 'vacation', sleeping elsewhere at night and letting dave handle the nighttime stuff. basically, dave's been putting him to bed and 'helping him out' when he wakes up at night because if i'm there, he's going to be insistent. the last few nights, he woke up a few times and dave was able to get him to go back to sleep after a while, gave him a bottle once or twice, the first night. anything, but me. last night was the 3rd night of my 'vacation' and, by far, the best in a very long time. he fell asleep in the car and transferred easily. YES! then i went and slept in shane's bed. at 5:30, dave got up to go into work for awhile and reported to me that micah was STILL ASLEEP!!! holy #@*%! really? he woke up about 10 minutes later and just got out of bed, crawled into the dining room, and found something to play with. i took him back to bed and crawled in with him. i nursed him at that point, but he was done with nighttime, so he didn't go back to sleep, and instead entertained himself by emptying dave's sock drawer until he decided it was time to go exploring. i'll take waking up early if it means i get to sleep all night! we'll give it a little longer of this before i come back from vacation. i miss my cushy bed! maybe, if he keeps sleeping well, we'll move him into layla's room and then i can come home and accomplish the same effect. we'll see. it's all just an experiment, right?
halloween was a big success! we managed to find costumes for everyone, some were related. maybe next year we'll go for a theme. we went trick or treating over at the same development by my parents' house where we've gone the last 2 years and they lived up to the hype again by handing out full size candy bars and decorating festively. one house handed out playdough, which layla was SO excited about. i hadn't really anticipated one minor issue, though. layla is so well adjusted to her recent dietary restrictions that she was 'rejecting' anything people tried to put in her pumpkin that was in a brown wrapper. she'd hand it back to them saying, 'i can't have chocolate.' the first house she did that at, the guy actually went into his kitchen and got her a pack of fruit snacks! how totally nice (and unnecessary). i told her that it was okay if people gave her chocolate, we would sort it out later. gotta love a picky 3 year old trick or treater.
some friends (spiderman and family) joined us there so it was even more fun. shane was running all over the place trying to hit as many houses as possible, but layla was taking it slower. i think her fancy dress was impeding her mobility. royalty she is not. micah, surprisingly enough, had a blast and didn't even have a fit about his hood. he was ridiculously cute. so we are...
shane, the stormtrooper... micah, chewbacca....
layla, cinderella..... i tried to get a decent picture of her by herself, but she wasn't interested in posing.
and all of us. dave and i were jailbirds, complete with balls and chains. yes, we need a new camera. isn't that a fun trick it does? turns everything purple. you have to whack it to make it go back to normal. so fun.we stopped by my parents' house after trick or treating to show off. shane decided to sleep there, so we brought layla and micah home with us. they both fell asleep in the car so we just stuck them into bed. woo hoo!