Wednesday, February 28, 2007

It is Genetic!

I was putting my son to bed last night. He watched me while I spoke to him. Then, he asked as he pointed to my face, "Why you have cracks on your eyes? Is that from being old?"

Three years old and already noticing wrinkles!! WTH!

After tucking him in, I ran down to find out if my husband had taught my son anything new. As I am relaying the encounter, my husband is laughing as he denies any involvement.--Any reference to the wife being "old" is funny.

So, I conclude...It is Genetic!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Back to the Drawing Board

I spoke to my husband at lunch. Roo and Lumpy did not work. Apparently while my husband was getting his lunch out of the fridge to take to work, the door to my son's room opened.

The little guy was up again wanting to say farewell to his daddy.

New plan: Little guy to stay in bed. Big guy will come into little guy's room every morning to tell him goodbye, will even wake him up if he's sleeping.

Either little guy will get tired of this whole thing and tell daddy to quit. Or we continue this until we get tired of this.

Roo, Lumpy, Bed

Despite the events surrounding the dog, we wanted to make sure our son didn't wake up crying at 4:30 am. We carefully explained that it wasn't the thing to do. Daddy would not be going to work and he, my son, was not to get up crying and come into mommy's room. Daddy was going to be home. He was to wait in bed for daddy to wake him up for breakfast.

Saturday: it worked. No crying. We could have slept in...but didn't because we are early birds and complete dorks.

We decided to reinforce this by getting him a stuffed animal. I knew he loved Roo and Lumpy (a Heffalump from a movie) so we went to the Disney store and discussed our plan with our son. The idea was that he had company in his bed. When daddy went to work, if he missed daddy he could talk to Roo and Lumpy. We would only get them if my son thought that would help him to not cry and miss daddy so much. He said "YES!" So we purchased both (they were small so 2 for $10.00) and held of giving it to him until Sunday night. It made it that much more exciting to get them.

We introduced Roo and Lumpy to Bunny, and they all became fast friends as they took their place next to my son beneath his blanket.

I'm happy to report no crying this morning. At least none that I am aware of. Yay!

"It is not so much our friends' help that helps us as the confident knowledge that they will help us."- Epicurus (341 - 270 BC) Greek philosopher.

Thank God for Visa

On Friday I took our dog, Lucy, to our vet for a blood test. Her seizure medication had been changed from phenobarbitol to KBr; she'd been completely weaned for 1 month. The vet wanted to check her bromide levels. I was back home by 11:00 and let Lucy briefly sniff and do her thing on the grassy area in front of our complex.

About 6:25 that evening, I was giving my son his bath. My husband came to get me. Lucy looked like she was having seizures. We traded, and I went downstairs and took her into my arms. I stayed with her for a while, absorbing the tremors that racked her 7 pound body. She seemed to calm, the abnormal shaking subsiding. I put her on her bed, and the awkward movements resumed. When a huge spasm took over her body, I put her in her carrier - she threw up - and grabbed her medical record. I took her out of the bag, carried her in my arms and the bag by its strap and drove to the Animal ER hospital.

The receptionist says, "What's the problem?"
I say, "She's seizing."
The receptionist says, "Seizing? Is that it?" like I was stupid to bring my dog in for such a minor thing. Then I realize she'd thought I'd said something entirely different.
I spoke again, "SEIZ-ING."
"Oh. I thought you said sneezing."

I filled out the paper work as Lucy was taken to be examined. Question after question were thrown at me. The doctor didn't think this was a seizure. They were fairly certain she got into poison - probably snail bait. I was baraged about where I had been (vet and grassy area), plants in my house (none). Did I know if snail bait was used out there? (no)

Lucy also threw up at the vet's. The doctor informed me they had given Lucy valium to try to stop her body tremors. She responded briedly, then the shaking returned. Next she was given a muscle relaxer. That worked which led the doctor to believe strongly it was best to treat her for poisioning, although he couldn't find evidence of snail bait granules in her vomit.

I agreed to treatment: IV, charcoal, and meds as needed. Then asked if he wanted to look through her vomit from home. I've watched enough CSI to think it may have come in handy. He thought it was a good idea too, so I gave them the dog carrier.

I went home. The doctor would call me in the morning. The wait is the hardest part. I couldn't think to type. I didn't feel up to reading. My mind was on her. So I knew of only one way to shut off my brain. I slept.

In the morning, I went to the store to get new dog food. Less than a week ago, I had switched her from Pedigree to Purina. My husband and I strongly suspected the change in diet triggered her condition. I know the doctor felt it was poison, but I was pretty sure she didn't get into anything during her visit to our regular vet. And, we were on the grassy area for maybe 2 minutes, during which time I didn't see her eating anything. Also, everyone walks their dogs there. Was it just my luck that the one time I did, she would get poisoned from there? I even found out that snail bait had not been used. The only thing put in that area was fertilizer which occurred 3 weeks ago. So, I paid for the Pedigree, hoping I'd get the chance to feed it to her.

My husband took my son out for the morning. I stayed home and waited for the doctor's call. I got the good news that she pulled through and was doing well. I hopped in my car and drove to bring her home. When she saw me, I was amazed. Lucy has a greeting she reserves just for my husband. It's a whimpering, whiny, "Where have you been all day? I've missed you so much. Let me tell you about it." I was on the receiving end this morning. "Where have you been? I didn't think you were ever coming back. I missed you so much. Don't leave me here. Do you have any idea what they did to me?"

We got home. I gave Lucy my face to lick so she could get it all out of her system. Then she settled into my lap and went to sleep.

$120 for the check up. $606 for the trip to ER. Doggy home and well--priceless.

Friday, February 23, 2007

One lump or two

Last October I came upon this sight. I started thinking maybe boys were preprogrammed to know this stuff--

--flagging doorknobs. Was this instinctual? After all, I've never showed him how to do this, nor has he seen anyone else do this. Funny how at 3 he came up with it.

Yesterday, we had a playdate at my home. One of the mommies is due to deliver in May. She was showing her belly to my son, explaining there was a baby inside.

He had no interest in the belly growth. His attention was fixed a bit higher. He was into the booby growth. He patted her breast.

We tried to redirect him to her belly and the baby within. He would touch it briefly, as if to humor us, then back up his hand went.

My son, one track minded, kept patting her breast. "What's this?" he kept saying as he patted it. "What's inside?"

I guess some things are instinctual--curiosity.
And in this case, he prefers 2 lumps over the one.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Hard to say goodbye

In the past two weeks or so, my son has been having some anxiety at nights. He asks if his daddy is going to work tomorrow, and if the answer is "yes" he makes sure to get all his goodbyes out. "Goodbye. Happy new year fifty-twozit. Goodbye. Mom, can you say goodbye to daddy? Goodbye. Happy new year fifty-twozit...." and his daddy and I try to make our escape as he continues his litany.

He is very insistent that I join him in his goodbyes to daddy. So I do, to humor him and to keep him calm so he can go to sleep. "Goodbye, daddy. Happy new year 95. Have a nice day at work. We'll see you when you get home." We tell him that he can call daddy in the morning if he wants to, trying to reassure him as we put him to bed.

For the last three mornings, we've been dealing with an addition to that issue. Just before my husband leaves in the morning - at 4:30ish - he calls out for one of us, and then starts crying if no one gets there in a certain amount of time. He wants to talk to daddy to tell him goodbye and give a kiss.

It makes me sad to think that my little boy already has so much on his mind, that he would be so worried about his daddy being gone he gets up crying. I know he must lie in bed worrying as he falls asleep so it's the first idea he grabs onto when he awakes. I'm not quite sure what to do other than to keep reassuring him. Hopefully this will be a hurdle he can get over quickly and easily.

Maybe I should get him a new toy.

* * * * * * * *
And the reference he makes to 52? He started saying it one day and we just shrugged it off. Kids make up a bunch of stuff. I finally asked him and he replied it's for McQueen. Uh, no...Mcqueen is 95. So I've been trying to teach him that it's 95. But fifty-twozit still sounds better.

About Last Night:
Spice it up and have fun at story time. Try reading to your child in a different voice. Plug your nose. Speak like Julia Childs. Pat your mouth as you talk to sound like an announcer. You, too, could make a 3 year old laugh like a loon. I even mimic a story on tape/cd, chiming when it's time to turn the page.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Does not Compute

A little blond bird told me she was having trouble posting a comment. Well, actually she unfairly accused me of rejecting her comment. As if!

Something screwy is Denmark/Blogger-land. I chose to moderate comments so random people couldn't just write *bleep bleep* stuff unless I felt it was appropriate. In the beginning the computer would read the accurate number of comments for me to approve. Then it began saying I had 1 comments where I could only see none. Yesterday it was up to three mysterious comments.

So, now I know that the mysterious comments which the computer says I do and don't have are really comments someone has written that disappeared in computer la-la land. Man! It must have been some good writing for the computer folks to horde it from me.

I heartily apologize if any of the missing posts were yours. I truly enjoy getting them (especially from you, you know who you are)! I've rechanged the settings so I hope that helps with the problem.

Last night:
My son was having his bubble bath. I blew bubbles (the kind you blow outside with the wand) onto his hand. Then I would "sneeze"..."AH! AH! AH! CHOO!" and the bubbles would disappear. My son was laughing hysterically. What can I say? Three year olds find me hilarious.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The New Do

Yes, you're at the right place. I felt like I needed a change and since my hair can only go Britney short, I thought it best I change my blog appearance.

Best part of last night:
Listening to the muted sounds of my husband reading to my son as I washed the dishes.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Who Cares?

The title caught my attention first, "Mummified body found in front of blaring TV." My first thought was humorous, like yeah, that would be so my husband. So I read the article, and I was horrified. I watched the news footage, and I felt sick. How horrible to die in your own home and have no one even bother to check on you for over a year.

I'm trying not to be critical or judgemental. But, I feel angry and so saddened.

I can only hope his story forces readers to take a look inward and ask what are they doing to contribute to this social apathy. And how can we change?

Mother Wisdom

Quotations from Mother Teresa:

  • If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
  • Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are endless.
  • Love is doing small things with great love.
  • Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.
  • Do not wait for leaders. Do it alone, person to person.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Life is beautiful

I was inspired

by a wonderful photographer

to dust off my camera.

My skills are sadly lacking. But, I hope you see what I see.

Life is beautiful.

Something old, something new

Kim, your compliment led me to search, and I learned.

Thank you.

According to Dr. Frank Gaetano Morales, Ph.D., "Yoga is a process of spiritual unfoldment. Yoga is a 5000 year old system of self-knowledge and God-realization the aim of which is unleashing the full hidden potential of every aspect of the human person."

I didn't know I was doing yoga.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentine's Day

Celebration of Love

I am grateful I can dance and twirl with my son (and he loves twirling with me).

I am grateful I can run and race my son for the Piston cup.

I am grateful I can stay at home, shower my son with love and watch him grow.

I am grateful for a husband who can cook and does.

I am grateful for a husband who looks forward to spending time with me.

I am grateful I have a loving husband who understands me (most of the time).

I am grateful I have friends who appreciate, support, and make me laugh.

I am grateful I like with who I am on the inside (and the woman looking back at me in the mirror ain't too shabby either).

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Life is sweet

I did a little baking last week. I made chocolate cream cheese cupcakes (low fat) and cocoa rice crispy treats. I divided them up and dropped them off to my neighbors.

On Saturday my husband and I were in the kitchen preparing dinner. The oven fans were whirling so we couldn't hear much outside that room.

I was wearing gloves, shredding a turkey leg. My son comes in to ask if he could play with the "ding dong." My response was, "WHAT?!" We don't use that word to describe body parts and I was a bit startled and confused. Then he says that Lucy, our dog, was barking.

It clued me in. Although we hadn't heard anything, someone was probably at the door for Lucy to bark. And "ding dong" meant the doorbell.

So I took off my gloves and went to check. By the time I had gotten there, no one was there. But, they had left me a bouquet of flowers.

12:58 Just wanted to add. After I received flowers, my son decided his daddy needed flowers. So at the grocery store, we picked up a bouquet of purple flowers which he proudly gave to my sick husband. How quickly the little ones understand the power of giving. It's a perfect example of how love is spread. Remember "pay it forward". It comes back to you in ways you never expect.

Give. It doesn't have to hurt. :)

Monday, February 12, 2007

The Secret

I don't know if you watched Oprah's show about the Secret. It's the title of a book and dvd. I haven't read the book or seen the dvd, but I've been practicing the philosophy.

It's something I've been trying to live my life by. I'm trying to learn to live my best life. And we all have the potential to do just that. I believe it. I truly believe it is in your grasp.

We must remember to be grateful. That is one of the secrets. Each person, each experience provides us with something to be grateful for, something we need to learn from. Take a step back. Search your heart and find them. Even in the worst of times, we can learn something.

Nourish your spirit. That's what this is about--letting go of the bad so the good can come into your lives. We are beautiful and deserving.

We must find our strengths and know the powerful person that we are and learn to love ourselves. When you come to fully appreciate yourself so will everyone else. They will have no choice.

Friday, February 09, 2007


While I sit at my computer, doing my best to avoid actual writing, I came across a blog. More specifically, the blog's guest blogger.

Any Anthony Bourdain fans? Any FoodTv fans?

You may enjoy the blog. I know I did.

Be Strong

“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from indomitable will.” - Mahatma Ghandi

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

On Cheating Husbands

You know I love quotes. From time to time (especially when I lack things to say), I'll be sharing them with you.

“When a woman steals your husband, there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.” – Anonymous

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Not Just O-Kay Kisses

Last night the television was on. My son saw a commercial for Kay's Jeweler. He then turns to me and sings "Every kiss is o-o-kay." And plants a kiss on my cheek.

From you babe, every kiss is more than okay.