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Little L has been complaining of her tummy hurting off and on for awhile now. It hasn’t been consistent and so we haven’t been too concerned over it. She stopped for a couple of weeks, but then the other day started back up. Hubby jumped all over me saying she needed a check up. “Isn’t it time to take her to the doctor”? I told him she went at 2 and she went when she was sick, but no she doesn’t need a check up. Then after he yelled, yes yelled, at me I told him I would get her a doctor’s appointment. My husband can be pretty paranoid and he thought that maybe L had swallowed a toy. I didn’t think so, but hey who knows. She does still put stuff in her mouth.

I got the appointment for this morning at 9:30. The office had moved so I got the new address and had to google it to see where it was. I am not familiar with the new area, so that is always fun, right? We left on time, and got down there with little to no traffic. THEN the fun began. I pulled into the parking lot and starting looking for building E. I drove down the parking lot and finally came upon a big building with an E on the side but the number said 150. I was told it was suite 105. I drove around thinking it was on the other side. It wasn’t. I turned around and drove back through, still no 105. I got back to the starting point and called. The lady on the phone started saying did you go South on such and such. South. How do you know where I was coming from? I thought. I said yes then she started in on we are on the south west corner facing blah blah blah, she lost me. I told her that I wasn’t seeing what she was describing. I was about to just give up and go home, then she told me she would walk outside and look for me. I told her I had to get turned around. I pulled out of the parking lot and started to go in the next entrance, when I seen the big E on the side of the correct building. She was standing outside the door and I waved at her and yelled thank you. She waved back and we parked.

Once inside we only had to sit for about 5 minutes. The waiting area in this new building was much smaller then the other one. Right after the girls started going to the old office, they had it painted with really nice animal jungle pictures. This place had nothing. Heck, it hardly had any wall space to hang a pic, much less, paint one. L gave us problems once we were called back. She wouldn’t get on the scale and started crying and holding on to sissy. I had to pull her off and pick her up and put her on the newborn scale. After that, she walked to the room just fine and let the nurse check her temp and height with no problem. While waiting for the doctor to come in, she wanted out of the room. There wasn’t much in it to look at, so we had to come up with stuff to keep her calm. Once the doc made her way in, she went into crying mode again, trying to hide. The doctor let her set on my lap instead of getting on the table. She finally let her listen to her heart and check everything. We had been battling a head cold that somehow I picked up and was pretty miserable over the weekend. I told the doc that she had a fever off and on for a few days. She asked about the tummy issues and I told her all I knew and she said that if she had swallowed a toy or anything and hadn’t passed it by now, the pain would be far worse then her just saying her tummy hurt off and on. She said that it was probably constipation and wanted me to get her an X-ray just to rule out anything else. Off we went to the X-ray place, which was on a totally different street, but pretty easy to find, since I had to take Oldest there once before for her back.

L did great in the X-ray room. The technician was pretty wonderful with her, I have to say. L laid very still while they snapped a pic and she told her that she was her best patient so far for the day. She gave L a fairy sticker and L even let her pick her up off the table. I told the tech that she must like her since she let her pick her up. Very proud mommy moment there.

We made it home and a few hours later, the doctor called and said that it was a mild case of constipation to up the fiber and water intake, cut back on milk for awhile and if that didn’t work, that I could use a baby laxative, called ? (For the life of me, I can’t remember what it was called. Oh well, I am sure I will sooner or later.) I am just happy that it wasn’t a toy lodge somewhere in her little tummy.Β  πŸ™‚

 

Reverse Psychology

Posted: September 16, 2015 in blog, funny, kids, parenting, toddlers
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Whenever Little L is being bad, and that is a good percent of the time, we tell her she is being mean. Actually I say, “Don’t be a mean baby.” She comes back with, “me not mean baby, me nice baby.” So this has been going on for about a week or two. I hate telling her that she is being mean, but when I am at my wits end with her, that is one thing that come out. We go through this about every day. I try to change it up though and I ask, “Don’t you want to be a nice baby?” She says yes. “Then be a nice baby and do what is being asked.”

She did a turn on me last night at bedtime. Bedtime I really dread anymore. I used to look forward to it, but she is so hard to get to lie down.Β  Even if she doesn’t take a nap. Well yesterday, I got her to take a nap around 2 p.m. She slept till a little after 3. Not too bad. We go to lie down around 9 last night. Sis and daddy were all in the room watching t.v. Daddy made his escape after the show went off. Sis didn’t quite make it to the door, when L started fussing that she come back. “Ok ok, I will stay but you have to go to sleep.” Ok, Little L says and lies down. She was back and forth back and forth between me and Oldest about a dozen times. We both pretending we are asleep, but L just yells at us to wake up. After about 20 minutes of pleading with her, I ask, “Don’t you want to be a nice baby and go to sleep for mommy?” She rolls over towards sis and says, “No, me mean baby.” We thought we had heard her wrong and kept saying, “Yes, be nice baby.” Then we realized that she was saying she was a mean baby. Oh good grief. My reverse psychology just back fired on me.Β  πŸ™‚

 

Why do toddlers have the uncanny ability to make sure that you look like an utter fool, by losing your cool and acting like an idiot in more ways then one?

We went up to Walmart to do a little shopping. Hubby wanted to get some stuff in the auto section. At first, Little L was doing great. Notice those words “at first”. I guess daddy was taking too long and she decided to take off running down the isle. Daddy and oldest both took off after her and didn’t catch her until they hit the electronics section. I heard her little screams twice and the second one, I could tell she was far away. After the workout/marathon race, we strapped her butt in the toddler seat. She whined a little, but the most part did ok. Then…

We were loading the truck and I sat L up in the back seat. She was having fun crawling all over the back seat and even got up in her seat. When daddy was ready to strap her in, she jumped down and wouldn’t let him put her back. He tried, and then had to walk away. One, he is afraid he will hurt her when she does this. Two, when he gets mad, he walks away. I got out and sissy and I tried. She wouldn’t go. She fell to her knees in the floorboard and wouldn’t get up. After a few threats, I asked her didn’t she want to go driving? She said yes and then got up in her chair.

We got home and after arguing with her to come into the house, daddy gave her a piece of candy. She was eating it, then decides she is going into grandma’s room with it. Grandma doesn’t like her to bring food in her room. Especially the melty kind. I got her out once, but she decided to go back. She was standing by her pillow with 2 very gooey looking hands. She already got some on her outfit and I knew I would never hear the end of it if she got it on her bed. I got her over to the door then out into the hall. This is where she decided to drop to her knees and get chocolate all over the floor.  I was already tired and just wanted to take my shoes off, so my words were not coming out the nicest to put it mildly. I got her up and walked her into the bathroom to wash her hands. Once again, she dropped to the floor. I snatched her up and stood her on her stool. She started wailing like I was beating her. Just wash your hands, that was all I wanted.  I got her hands and face washed, the whole time she cried. I took her back into the bedroom, put her on the bed and told her to go to sleep. Took her about 10 minutes and she was out. I hate putting her down so late in the day, but to save everyones sanity, I had to.

I know she will grow out of this stage. I do hope sooner then later. Cause one day, someone is going to think I have Terets with what comes out of my mouth when she acts that way. πŸ™‚

Having a conversation with Oldest about driving a couple days ago.

Oldest: “I can’t wait to drive. I can take myself where ever I want to go.”

Me: “You can take me places instead of me taking you.”

Oldest: “No, I will take me places.”

Me: *Ignoring her comment* “Cool, I won’t have to go out as much. If we run out of something, you can go to the store to get it.”

Oldest: “No”…

Me: *Cutting her off and still ignoring her*Β  “Hey, we need some butter and milk, run up to the store. Oh and take your sister with you.”

Me: “Yes! This will be great!”

Oldest: “Wait, what just happened?”

I love happy endings!Β  πŸ˜‰

My mom got Little L a potty seat a few weeks ago. I don’t know why she didn’t get her a chair, I think it would be a little easier and maybe the kid would be potty trained by now. The seat goes on our toilet which she can’t get up on without help.Β  I still have her in diapers so I guess it is not that big of a deal. Pull ups would be easier, because once that diaper is off, it’s hard to wrestle her down to put it back on her.

The other night we were in the bathroom doing our nightly routine. After she got her teeth somewhat brushed, she said, “I go potty.” She went over, put the seat on the toilet, and stood there waiting on me. I got her diaper off and picked her up and set her on it. Then she acted like she wanted down. I said no, you have to try. She turned to the tub and seen one of her duckies and asked me for it. No, I said. She pointed to it and again and asked. “Ok, I will give it to you if you pee in the potty.” Her whole face turned to concentration and yes, she started peeing. She looked up at me with this super grin that was like, see mom, now I get the ducky. I told her great job and I knew you could do it. She got down and I gave her the duck. She was very happy and so was I. This only makes the 4th time she has peed in the potty. She tries, but she gives up too easy, and trying to make her sit there for longer then a minute can get pretty aggravating.

Oldest was 4 when I finally got her out of pull ups. She was a stubborn girl, but I was told to just let her do it on her own, don’t push. She had a potty chair that turned into a step stool. She used the step stool and would not use the chair. I am definitely not wanting it to go that far with L. I want her out sooner then 4. 3 maybe, or 2 1/2 even better. πŸ™‚

Stop Running

Posted: August 13, 2015 in blog, family, funny, kids, parenting, toddlers
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Tonight we went up to Walmart. Little L hadn’t been anywhere since she got sick, so she was really happy to get to go. She did really good through most of the store. Most is the key word. She looked at everything she could possibly look at and even got her a new toy. She helped sissy and I push the cart and pick out chips and milk. We went over to the shoes and I was looking for her a new pair of tennies when this guy comes running through chasing his daughter. He was telling her to stop and she finally did. He was a bit out of breath when he caught up to her and I walked past him and said, “I got one of those too. She does that all the time.” He smiled and shook his head in agreement and went on. I didn’t find any shoes for her so we went on up to check out. This, my dear friends, is when the fun began.

The lines were totally ridiculous being almost 8 p.m. on a Thursday night. But if I had my way this is the time I would come out to shop too. It is just too hot during the day here right now. So we are assessing the lines and L takes off. First she was just walking, with sis behind her then her walk turned into a run. She was headed towards the toys then decided to zig zag over into the health and beauty department. Oldest was behind her and dad and I stopped to talk about which register to go to. We heard L’s scream and he went to get them while I headed to a register. They came up and he set her in the top of the cart. She was squirming wanting down. He set her down and decided to head to the car. As he was giving me some money we thought Oldest was watching L. Wrong. We looked around and she was gone. I took off in a panic. There were a ton of people milling around and I am not quite the runner, but dammit this is my kid. So I am yelling her name through the store. A few people look at me as I round a corner and there was the guy I seen in the shoe department. He said “There she is.” I smiled and thanked him and said “See, I told you.” He laughed and smiled and I could tell he was glad it wasn’t him this time.

I got to hand it to L though,  she is fast on her feet. *Note get that kid into soccer*  I could not catch up when I seen Oldest right on her trail again. She steered her down an isle back to daddy, when she let go and L almost got away again. I grabbed her and picked her up and happily handed her to daddy. I sent Oldest with him to help settle her down while I paid for our stuff.

About 5 minutes away from the house she fell asleep and we had to wake her up so I could get her ready for bed. Took about 30 minutes and she was out. All that running can really tire a poor baby out. Not to mention her dear old mom. πŸ™‚

WARNING: If you have a weak stomach, proceed with caution.

I have had more bodily fluids on me more this week, since the kids got sick, then ever before. From Little L puking right on me at 4 a.m. a few nights ago, to wiping her snotty little nose every 5 minutes. I am definitely tired of all this. Whatever this virus was or is, it is a real kicker. Hubby and I are doing everything we can so that we don’t end up with it. It was bad enough cleaning up the blueberries that Oldest threw up the first day, but to have your little one sitting on your lap and puke right on your chest, well that was a doozy. Hubby laughed at me too. He laughed because when Oldest was a baby, she would always throw up on him. EVERY. TIME!

Last night, Little L had been in bed for about an hour. All seemed to be going ok, when she started coughing. She coughed on and off for about 30 minutes. I thought she was done, when she started again. I went in to sit beside her. She started gagging and was trying to sit up. I didn’t think to run and get the throw up bucket, which was in the living room. As she sat up, she gagged and up came a mound of puke. Oldest was in the bathroom and I yelled for her to bring me a towel so I could cover it up and maybe catch anymore. You know what she brought, 2 wash cloths. I tell her no a towel. She said she didn’t see any. Well lets see, there were 2 hanging on the shower door, one over the side of the bathtub and a stack of them right beside the washcloths she just threw at me. She runs back and grabs not a used towel, nope, my girl grabs a clean towel from the stack. I get it on the bed, but just a smidge too late. L is trying to go back to sleep and decides she is going to rest her little head right in the middle of the pile of puke. I jerk her back up and lay the towel down and scream for help from daddy. He comes running and tells Oldest to get a wet wash cloth and bring it to us. We got L stripped down and cleaned up. Now she is awake and wants to go out of the room. I have to tell Oldest to open the door and let her out while hubby and I stripped the bed and I start a load of wash at 11 p.m.

I gave L my tablet and let her play her videos until about 12. The sheet was finally dry and we were putting it on the bed, when I heard L snoring. Actually it’s not snoring, but with the congestion it sounds like that. I trace the snore all the way into sissy’s room. She was beside sissy, covered up, fast asleep. I even snuck in and took a picture of them. Then thought how great it would be to let her sleep in sissy’s room. I hadn’t had a good night sleep since Wednesday and I was getting a bit delirious over all the late nights and listening to her breathe and cough and choke. I go back and tell hubby where she was and about that time, she started coughing. We both head that way and she woke up and looked at us, like where the heck was she. She starts kicking off the blankets and turns over and tells us she was going to sleep with sissy. By now, Oldest had woken up and thought it was super cute she was in bed with her. I tell L she has to come sleep with mommy, maybe when she is better she could stay with sissy. She gets up and tells sissy night and heads through the house. We get her to lie down, and use the nose sucker on her. She is actually letting us use it more now. She was lying beside us, listening to daddy and I talk and she fell asleep within a few minutes. I told hubby that I was going to bed too. He agreed and went to shut the t.v. off and lock up. I was asleep before he even came back.

L slept fine all night until about 7. She woke up and gagged up some phlegm and then asked me for milka. She has wasted more then she has drank lately, but I thought I would get it for her anyways. She was back to sleep before I came back. I moved her up and out of my spot and crawled in and was out like a light. We slept till 10 a.m. I haven’t slept that late since she was born. I couldn’t believe it. She woke up in a cranky mood, still doing a little bit of coughing but not too bad. As the day went on, her coughing has gotten a lot better.

They say 7 to 10 days and it’s the 8th day baby, this crap needs to go.Β  πŸ™‚

 

The night before 7th grade and Oldest is finally in bed. Her wanting school to start is officially over. No more going to bed at midnight and sleeping till 10. No more lounging about watching music videos in the morning while eating Rice Krispies. As I was kissing her goodnight, she was saying she didn’t want school to start. I told her to be grateful that she didn’t have to get up at 6 a.m. and catch a school bus like I did. She said that she was still going to get up early.Β  “Well yea so you can get started.” I said.Β  She said, “No, One Direction is going to be performing on t.v. at 7:30.”Β  I, in my sarcastic mommy voice says, “oh that is way more important then school!”Β  She was in total agreement.Β  We laughed and said our love you’s. My little 7th grader, you are growing up too fast. πŸ™‚

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A bit of an update. The kids are still sick and there are 2 days left till school starts. Thank goodness for online school.

Oldest is on the mend. She had laryngitis but it is getting better. It was amusing to hear her squeak for a couple of days. (Usually I am the one that gets it. I have lost my voice for a week at a time before and had to go to work and answer phones.) She also has a cough, but it’s starting to fade away. Now for Little L, that kid has kept us up for 2 nights now. We were up bright and early today. 5 a.m. to be exact. She couldn’t sleep because of her nose, so no one else could sleep either. I was going to take her to the doctors, but they are in the process of moving and did not have office hours today. So the oncall nurse called me back about an hour later. I explained to her that L was very congested and not eating and not sleeping. She told me a couple of things and to just wait its course. 7 to 10 days. The norm, which I already knew. I went out and got her some saline spray and after her nap, gave her a dose. She did pretty well with it, the nose sucker thingy as we call it sends her into an uncontrollable fit. With crying, screaming, and flying kicks, we haven’t had much luck using it on her this time. I mean, I don’t blame her. Who wants something stuck up their nose, that pulls ick out and makes a scary noise at it pulls said ick out?

She had a good afternoon. She actually had an appetite. The nurse said not to force food just make sure she was getting plenty of liquids. So after 2 days, it was nice to see her ask for food and eat it. About 7, she got really sleepy but was fighting it. Then fought me over taking her motrin, and more nose spray. She finally gave up and fell asleep at 9. It’s now 10:15 and she has woken up 2 times. Both, she has gotten herself back to sleep.

So that is how the last week of summer break has went. Still not complaining, but I wish it had been more fun for both kids. Tuesday it is back to the grindstone.  Oldest still says she is looking forward to school starting. We will see what happens about that after the first week. πŸ˜‰

I haven’t written anything in a few days. Little L came down with the same bug that Oldest had, on Tuesday night. I felt something was wrong when she wouldn’t touch her dinner. She always has milk before bed and she did not even ask for any. I got her some any ways and she only took a few drinks. Then when she got into bed, I could here her breathing. Her nose was stopping up. With Oldest, it started in her tummy and throat, then moved to a very bad stuffy nose. We took L’s temp and it was kinda high, so I had to break out the medicine. She slept like crap and so we slept like crap and she was wide awake at 3:30 a.m. Since she didn’t eat dinner, she said she was hungry. I made her some instant oatmeal and she ate almost the whole bowl. I went back to bed around 5. She was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and daddy was with her. About 20 minutes later, as I was just dozing off, they came into the bedroom. He was helping her up onto the bed when I heard what no one wants to here at 5:20 in the morning. “She just puked on the bed.” I was wide awake then. He took her into the bathroom, and she didn’t quite make it to the toilet. He cleaned the floor up and the bed while I cleaned her up. Then we had to strip the bed because it soaked all the way through. Yeah. Just keeps getting better.
We got her to lie down about an hour later and she went back to sleep for awhile.

Needless to say, Wednesday and Thursday was not the greatest of days. But I told myself not to complain. Sure, no one likes to get sick, no one likes to feel miserable and have to take medicine that doesn’t seem to help. It’s especially worse when it’s a baby or young child. But, things could be far more worse. I see and read so much on the news and Facebook that most of the time I don’t even know why I read the stories. Sometimes I look at the headlines and say nope, can’t read it, and go on.

So instead of complaining about how life stinks cause I have missed a few hours of sleep, I am going to say what I am thankful for right now:
1. I am thankful for 2 great kids and a pretty terrific hubby.
2. I am thankful for having the money to buy my kids medicine when they get sick.
3. I am thankful that they have health insurance, if they have to go to the doctor.
4. I am thankful that what is wrong with them will subside in a couple of days. Oldest is already on the mend, even though she has laryngitis at the moment.
5. I am also thankful for a hubby that can clean up puke without gagging.

It may be a bit stressful at the moment, but doesn’t compare with what some people have to go through on a daily basis. πŸ™‚