Saturday, March 31, 2007

What. The. Hell.

Stole this link from another blog, as it's a newspaper column, I suppose it's legal.

What. The. Hell.....

I Shoulda Been offended But...

Aforementioned dentist and I hit it off. He was a nice guy, telling me about his kids, etc. I'm guessing he was about 34/35 and he was impressed I had on the ball game on the tv in the room. So, automatically he assumes I know squat about baseball. I know enough to get by, I have my favorites (RANDY JOHNSON), but that's about all.

Anywho, this dentist who happens to be Korean starts talking about how he gets looked at funny because he's Asian, and when he went to Korea and saw a million people who looked just like him he figured "This is what it must be like to be white in America".

Back on baseball, I mentioned I like watching John Rocker play. He wasn't a stellar player, but he was crazy and looked like he had Tourrette's on the mound; which was entertaining as hell. JR made some racist comments and kinda got booted out of the majors, to which my dentist responded, "Yah, that guy was just a Cracker!".

I think I should have been offended, but this guy was hilarious. I was giggling and drooling, and my mouth was being drilled and gauzed and all that jazz, but I really liked the guy. Thank God I'm not sensitive, and I have a great sense of humor. He's probably a fun dad too, and just a cool guy to hang with. For some reason, I got a brief history of how he gambled at the races, and played some kind of poker game that could have won him a lot of money, but his full house lost to a better full house.

Just random stuff, but he was a REAL guy, not "Mr. I AM YOUR DENTIST AND I AM A DOCTOR AND I KNOW WAY MORE THAN YOU." Just a guy who gambles and likes baseball, and doesn't like Crackers. Now, when you're drooling and laughing and numb from the right half of your face to the back of your head, he's the guy to have around.


Asian Dude's Got Game

Had a filling redone yesterday by my new Asian dentist, and felt NOTHING. Until the novocaine wore off, and now the injection site is killing me. That I do not understand, since nothing else hurts. Just the joint in my jaw where the needle went in.

OH well, really love my new dentist. Wish he could be the one to pull out my wisdom teeth when I get to do that (not going to sleep for that either).

Can't wait til all the dental work nightmare is over.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Conversation in the car on the way home from the library:

"Hey guys, how cool is this new Disney CD?"

"I like it mom".

"How about this song?"

(In a SCREAMING voice) "Turn on the other song. I liked it better. I don't like this one you IDIOT!"

Yes, my 3 year old (almost 4 but that doesn't make it any better) called me an idiot. You'd better believe he got a smack on the mouth (go ahead, call DCFS), time in the corner, was made to clean the family room, and has lost ALL t.v. privileges for the day. Oh, you'd better believe we also had a long talk about appropriate language and hurting people's feelings.

The sick part is part of me wanted to laugh in disbelief. My kid just called me a what? However, in order to learn a lesson about respect I couldn't let him in on that little amusement.

Still, he called me an IDIOT. What next?

Our Newest Trick

Nate has figured out how to get out of the crib, so in the last 20 minutes of writing, I've had to run upstairs and throw him back into bed about 6 times. He even woke up the baby, so now I have her and her sleepless self to contend with.

Granted, it took him 6 months longer to figure this out than Jack did, but I'm not ready for him to get a big boy bed. It's so funny that Jack was this same age and HAD to get one since Nate was on his way, but to me, Nate is so much more of a baby. Or maybe I just want to keep him that way.

I'm sure Maddie isn't far behind, as everytime she wakes up and I go in to check on her she's standing in the crib having herself a party. She is too tiny to want to be so big!

What happened to my sweet little babies?
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Welcome to the Top 3%

I hate being sick. Even moreso, I hate having had to have been on antibiotics 3 x's in less than a year. I never complain and go to the Doctor, but with 3 kids, when your down, you're WAY down, and I am just not a good mother sick.

Apparently, last week I was struck with a sinus infection. Everything tasted metallic, and my joints ached. Absent was what I thought would be a tell tale sign of sinus issues, pressure in the sinus cavities. Anyway, I didn't eat for about 3 days, nothing tasted good, and it hurt my stomach anyway. Feverish, I finally went to the Doc, who put me on a Z-pack for the 2nd time in about a month and a half. Being that I'm allergic to Penicillin and I'm breastfeeding Maddie still, there wasn't much of a choice. He did say my liver was inflamed. That's awesome.

Now on to the Z-Pack which promptly caused stomach upset, diarrhea, etc. Only 3% of people taking it experience these problems, and for once in my life I have reached the upper echelon of a statistic.

I think I've lost about 8 lbs in a week and I still don't feel right. I'm so tired of feeling like crap, and I haven't been a very good mom at all. I'm so tired and worn out and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sure this is the life of every mother, but with anemia on top of getting up every night with a teething baby I am truly exhausted.

On top of all this, my dentist wants me to have my wisdom teeth removed, and I have a consult on Friday. They are all thru the skin and useable, but they have cavities, and I can't get my mouth open far enough to get them fixed, so apparently the only solution is to get rid of them. This means another round of antibiotics and possibly other drugs, which depending on when the surgery winds up being I will have to refuse due to nursing. Everyone says I should get knocked out, but I don't want that either, because I HATE having to pump and dump. Every woman who has breastfed knows that this stuff is like liquid gold, and I can't stand the thought of it going down the sewers.

Not to mention in the least, John can't take off ANY time from work, as he's totally busy lately, and how the hell am I going to have oral surgery and take care of 3 kids? Since it was my dentist's idea, maybe I should have him find a babysitter and pay for it.

Oh the dilemmas of a stay at home mom!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Tiny and Mighty

Maddie went into the Dr. again. She's snotty and nasty and after he cleaned the wax out of her ears, he decided she was fine, just in need of a decongestant. So I opted to get her those elusive 6 month shots.

I discovered on his computer program, that at her 6 month visit, she was in the 3rd percentile for weight. At this point in time, she's all the way up to the 7th percentile. I'm so used to the boys...Jack I know was always in the 99th for height and 90th for weight. Little miss is only in the SEVENTH percentile. YIKES!

Anyway, the nurse comes in to give her the shots with a nurse friend. After one shot, they had to go get ANOTHER nurse to help hold her down. That means me, 2 nurses holding, and one administering/holding down a peanut. Yup, she's pretty darn strong. That's awesome, I love it!!! She's gotta have something to hold onto to stand up to her brothers. GO MADDIE!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Just finished Reading...

"Broken for You" by Stephanie Kallos


"The Swallows of Kabul" by Khadra something or other psuedonym.

Both excellent. "Kabul" makes me so grateful I don't live in the perpetual armpit of the world. We truly don't realize how blessed we are in this life.

I recommend them both.


Miss M. cut her 3rd tooth in 8 days today. Top 2 bottom 1. She is miserrable, and I am sleep deprived. Thank God for Cabernet Sauvignon, otherwise I'd get no sleep in.

She still hasn't had her six month shots due to running "teeting fevers". She still doesn't weigh 14 pounds.

She is however, quite capable of standing up in her crib and holding onto the side and screaming at the top of her lungs. Yes, she pulls herself up to stand. It's like this little mini person midget thing that shouldn't have any bodily support because she IS so damn tiny standing up and yelling. It's almost surreal to watch, but it's also kind of funny.

She's growing up to fast. Someday, when I have a computer back that I can put photos on, I'll post some of these as evidence.

I promise.

An Actual Conversation

You cannot make this stuff up. Today, after school (actually around 3 or 4 ish):

"Mom, today at school Johnny peed on me".

'Johnny Doe, or Johnny Smith?'

"John Doe".

'Oh. Ooookkaaay. Where did he pee on you?'

"Right here" (Indicating Crotch area. NO WAY a 3 year old boy has THAT good of aim. NO freaking way).

'Hmmmm. It's still pretty wet. What did you say when Johnny peed on you?'

"I said, 'Do I look like a toilet to you?'

Thinking...Good comeback. I'll have to use it sometime.

'So, Jack, did you tell your teacher?'

"Yeah, she said, 'Boys, Come on now."

Great. So, my kid has a dribble accident, blames some poor other kid, and then invents a pretty decent comeback. I'm not sure what lesson I should teach here. I'm not sure there is a lesson to teach here, but if there is, hey, it'll come to me. After all, Do I look like a toilet to you?

You Paid What for What?

$16 for a tube of prescription toothpaste.

Oh, yes I did.

I have sensitive teeth.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


Does anyone else find the new Wendy's commercials funny? They start out talking about the chili and baked potatoes. The music in the background is a jumpy jive on a bass guitar, with no words. Let me tell you aboout the words. They are from a Violent Femmes song, the lyrics of which go, "When I'm a Walkin' I strut my stuff, and I'm so strung out. I'm high as a kite, I just might, stop to check you out".

Given that Wendy's is open late night, and they're advertising chili, the whole "High as a Kite" guitar riff cracks me up.

Love it.

A Light at the End...

Thanks Aunt Eileen, for reading my blog, and calling me the other day. She wanted to reassure me that she knows all will work out in regards to my photos. I'm a positive person, and things will work out for the best. It made me feel good to think that others view me as a positive person. I hope I give people the impression that I am positive, I don't really like to think negative things. What's the point?

The light at the end of the tunnel is that John realized he backed up the computer August 26th, meaning I have my baby's hospital photos. At this point, I'm missing everything else, but at least there were others who took photos, or we made a video of it (Jack's Thanksgiving program). Our pics may be findable still, but if not, I have the few that were the most important at least.

And so, I am on the mend.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Failing...Miserably at Parenthood

Yesterday, not a good day.

I was pulled aside by Jack's teacher and informed that he was "defiant" at school. Nasty to other kids. That's just not him, unless he's over tired or getting sick. At that moment of sheer embarrassment I just wanted to cry. I am failing as a mom. I can't discipline my kid. He's "THAT" kid in school. ( I was also very tired from being up with Maddie half the night before with the ear infection that won't quit too, so a bit emotional).

I made dinner. This really delish elaborate rigatoni Italian sausage bake. Fresh everything...basil, mozzarella, etc. My kids ate none of it.

I can't even fix them a meal they'll eat.

I put them all to bed at 6:30 and they slept until today at 5:30.

Maybe they were all just worn out.

I hope.

Oh, But I did

Going back to my previous lost picture post. In church on Sunday, during the time we're supposed to offer up our joys and concerns, I very seriously raised my hand (after about 3 OLD people said their friends cousin's nieces were having surgery) and asked the congregation to pray about my lost photos. A collective gasp went through the Sanctuary, and I'm willing to bet that every mother in attendence at the service wanted to cry for me.

One girl raised her hand and gave me hope, her husband may be able to help. We tried, to no avail.

Yet, you never know who has heard your heart break, or your plea for help.

John was incredulous that I actually raised that up for prayers in church. I don't care. People raise up prayers for people they don't even know. Pray for me and my broken heart.

You never know who can help.


I haven't been able to post in a while. To borrow my dad's phrase, our computer took a shit. The only problem is, it took a shit with all my baby's pictures on the hard drive that is unrecoverable. Her hospital photos...gone. First Christmas, gone. Baptism, gone. Yes, I should have backed them up, and nobody can beat me up about that more than myself, so I don't need a lecture on that. But, it makes me sick to know those memories are lost...or by some estimations lost for a fee of $2K.

What kind of mother does that? Already the child is neglected being number three, and now I can never forgive myself for what is lost.

I am truly heartbroken.