Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Don't they look like they could be twins? I swear, if Nate didn't have a gigantor head, and weigh in at about 10 lbs heavier than Ms. Madders, people might think there's less than 13 months between them.
I've decided it's time to stop ignoring the obvious and I'm taking Nate in to an ENT Tuesday. He's going to see an audiologist to check for any hearing loss- he was a total ear infection kid, and then the ENT who did Madders frenulectomy will consult. I've also been on the horn with our local CFC (Child/family Connections) to get Nate a speech eval. It all came about when at the park Thursday he was just damn clumsy. It's typical for Nate, and how I have not been in the ER with multiple head wounds with him is beyond me.
Jen, who is a FABULOUS OT conferred with me my concerns at the park, and just told me to get him in for the evals. Not sure if his vestibular system is off, or his equilibrium, or if he needs articulation help, but we'll figure it out. It could also be that he's kinda on the lazy side, so we shall see. It could also be that I'm either a freak and over the top, or just a really shitty mom who's ignored this problem for too long. Sigh....
Madilynn is a little on the sick side. She spiked a fever last night while John and I were out for his birthday. It comes and goes depending on when her Motrin/Tylenol cocktail wears off, and she hasn't been eating for 2 days. Not good when you're a 22 lb 2 year old. WHICH, by the way!!! I think I've solved maybe a bit of her mystery.
She WILL NOT drink milk. Every mama knows...babies gots to have dem some whole cows milk for the fat and calories. My peanut won't touch it, and I THINK that since she's been drinking only water her 7 daily poops have been quite reduced. I think milk hurts her tum tum and I think she is smart enough to know it. I've tried soy (vanilla and chocolate) and she's not having it. I also tried enriched rice milk, uh, another no go. On a whim, I bought some Lactaid, which is lactose free whole milk, and about oh, 7 bucks per gallon. And she drinks it. And she likes it. So, I guess I suck up buying 4 different kinds of milk for a while... (Lactaid, Skim, 2%, and Soy for me). If I were a good mom, I'd go totally dairy free, but that is damn hard to do. She loves her pizza, but won't really touch cheese otherwise, so I'll just follow her lead on this one.
She's still pretty warm right now and tossing and turning in her sleep. We had a bbq at OT Jen's for my future son in law Sam's first birthday and since we were outside (and Jen said her kids got my kid sick anyway so bring her) she had fun for a little under 3 hours (they live less than 2 mi. away so we could make any necessary quick get aways.) I'm sure I'll be up with her tonight, but that's okay. She's a total snuggle bug!
As I mentioned before, we got a sitter last night and celebrated John's birthday. There's this really awesome restaurant near us called The Onion Pub that has awesome, fresh, non mall chain type food. Since I'm a total food snob, I LOVE it! After we got some grub, we hit a local bar (yay to IL for being all smoke free!) and watched the Cubbies and Women's softball on the big huge plasma screens. It was nice, but we didn't stay out long because I had to take the sitter home (who did a fabulous job by the way)!
My mom thought it was hilarious that we are 30 years young and in bed before 10. It's a good thing too, because Homer and Barney (the boys) were up around 4:15. And by up, I don't mean vegged watching tv. I mean up, running thru the house and shooting each other with guns and swinging light sabers at each other. Very annoying when you've been up with a mini oven fevering in your arms all night, but I still got my hour long cycle in today. Gotta keep up with the training!
I've been rambling. It helps to get it all out there and then I sleep very peacefully. Thank you David Gray for being my musical companion tonight....
Anyone want to join me June 5th?
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Today we got to take Erik to the park. Jack couldn't have been happier. Then my little stalker son knew exactly when it was time for Erik to be home from school, so he stalked his way over and invited him to play. Here's where it got interesting.
I truly believe boys are not left to their own devices enough. They don't get to climb trees, shoot sling shots, or JUST BE BOYS. Here's where my son and the neighbor boy excelled today. They decided to climb the puny newly planted trees in my yard using bungee cords for help. They were wearing their helmets, so I deemed it OKAY and SAFE. Plus, it's not like we have big trees, more like sticks in the yard with leaves, so I supervised, made sure no one could really hurt themselves and proceeded to weed the bushes.
Then, they got CREATIVE! They were both hooking the bungees together to make a slingshot off the tree, and were shooting Nate's Diego sunglasses into the Cul-De-Sac. Now, I realize a NORMAL mom would be freaking about the possiblity of hooks in eyes, but, I warned them, and they both made sure to be free and clear of any hooks during shooting practice. What was so neat was to watch their problem solving. Sometimes the glasses didn't go to far, and I listened to the boys trying to figure out new Bungee configurations to make them fly further. Sometimes it didn't work well at all, and I swear, they put their heads together and talked about it, and got something cooking that made "boy sense", and then they slung the glasses into the cul-de-dac and got really excited because their experiment worked.
At one point, someone drove by and waggled a finger at them, and shook her head. Let me be clear in stating that they were supervised at all times (although they didn't realize it), and really, whose business is it anyways? Here were 2 boys, problem solving, in a very real sense to them something that was really important, and really, kinda scientifically cool. I DID draw the line when they started bungee slinging other bungee cords. That could be dangerous, but the discussions were awesome and relevant. It was really hard to curb their enthusiasm. (Also, in our Cul-de-sac, it is our house, and 2 others, one of whom is not here during the week, the other family doesn't arrive until after five, so the boys were not in danger of hurting anyone, or anything, waggling finger lady!) The therapist in me couldn't have been more proud!
So I say, let boys climb trees and shoot sling shots, and hold worms, and watch Star Wars, and think their own thoughts. These little men we are molding are amazingly interesting creatures, who can problem solve, avoid injury (give them a little credit!). and learn social skills and how to love and care for each other.
Maybe I'm not a "normal" mom. But, I'm hoping to create free thinkers, problem solvers, and kids who aren't afraid of their own shadows. I want them to be their own little personalities, but I want them to respect their neighbors, and friends. Maybe waggling finger lady knows more than I do.
But, maybe not.
During the cut, she didn't cry, or even whimper. She just has that old lady sad face on, probably because it looked like the boys were having a lot of fun running around the hair shop. I on the other hand, was a little teary. It's the last ever "First Baby Haircut". Just one more thing to add to the Last Ever First of something. Sniffle....
Bye Bye Mullet, hello cute little girl bob. The cut is a bit uneven, but it's not the hair lady's fault. She was working on a moving target, and did okay in spite of that.
The end result. I can no longer put all her hair up in Piggies, but it looks cute with a little bit down in back. No more sad old lady, just a smiley little girl.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
The book is awesome. Made me really wonder why there are no women artists in the annals of history (Michelangelo? Donatelli? Leonardo Da Vinci?) I'm pretty sure women did not wake up in the 1960's during the ERA movement with a bunch of newborn talents, and I'm kinda angry at myself for not questioning it all before. How would history be different if women were more tolerated? Hmmm....
Good food for though, and for those of you who need a little love story and romance, well, that's all in there too.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Really though, I can't decide why it's so depressing. Is it because he's growing up, or I'm getting older. When in the world did I get old enough, and grow up enough to be a parent of a kindergartner? How did THAT happen? Where did the past 5 years go?
What is REALLY upsetting is that I feel like I can't remember a lot of it, due to having to very exuberantly live in the present tense. I don't remember every milestone for every kid, and for whatever reason I feel like those were supposed to be important enough to remember.
At scrapbooking a few weeks ago as I did Maddie's baby book, I couldn't remember how old she was when she was crawling, getting teeth, and eating solids, and all that other stuff. But, I DO remember her 2 surgeries like they were yesterday. I remember she walked at 9 months old. I don't know if that makes me a bad parent, a normal parent, or just one who is trying to survive childhood. But I don't want to just survive it. I want to treasure it, and it seems like the more I try, the faster and more fleeting it goes.
Back to graduation. I get it. He's 4 and graduating from pre-school, so it's not like there's a lot of academic accomplishments to embellish on. It was more a cute little ceremony, designed to make mommies weep, and help transition the kids. Jack was very excited, but having a hard time with not going to St. Barnabas anymore. I know he will love kinneygarten. He sucks up information like a little sponge, so I am looking forward to him learning a lot!
This is Mr. Man. Pre-Ceremony. All dandied up in his shirt and tie, and new haircut. And dancing. Always dancing, dressing up, smiling, mostly happy. Except when he is arguing with me and debating the finer points of life.
Boys. Aren't they handsome little devils?
Family photo. I love this, because although there were a couple of us all looking at the camera, this is more typical of us. Notice Nate's bare feet. Always. The kid feels the world thru his toes.
This is Jack at Graduation receiving his diploma. It was really a Bible, and all the Biblical stuff they have learned the past 2 years is from this particular Bible. It's very cute, picutres, and all, and the wording is extremely kid friendly. Not like his other "kid" Bible that shows a cartoon Jesus in pain on the cross. I mean, I know they need to learn the story of Easter, but for a little kid, graphic nails in hands and feet is a bit much--even if it is a cartoon.
Oh well. Summer has officially begun, so I'm busy training, planning field trips and mentally preparing myself for the first day of 'big kid school'. That's gonna be a tough one-emotionally speaking.
Thank goodness I have 3 and 1/2 months to prepare myself!
Friday, May 16, 2008
Why? Because while I love my children all days, and like them most days, this is hard. It is hard to be June Cleaver and the fun, funny, clever, physically fit mom all rolled into a tidy little package. Which leads me to wonder about Angelina Jolie. I can't help the things I think when I'm working out, so this was today's topic.
Do you think, with all those kids, when she found out she was having twins her reaction was what yours or mine would have been? Or, do you think that since she has someone to cook, clean, nanny, and probably change double the amount of crappy diapers in the middle of the night she was like, "Whatevah...Now we can go forward with our next adoptee crisis?" She seems hands on--when the bulbs are flashing. She seems content, and happy to be a mom, BUT, I think I'd be happy a lot more too if I wasn't chasing my 2 year old to keep him from peeing in the front yard. I'd be REALLY happy if I wasn't constantly cooking, and cleaning, and organizing school papers and graduation cakes and vaccinations, etc, etc, etc. You all know the drills of daily parenting and the multitude of dilemmas.
My next thought was, who thinks the twins were natural? She has enough money that they could be "on purpose". It'd be a great stunt, for publicity or whatever she wanted it to be. I don't have any answers, just speculations.
And, lastly, does a celebrity, like Angelina get to say, "Wow! Being a mommy is SO hard?" Because in my opinion, it's probably not as hard for her as another suburban mommy trying to balance healthy family meals with a healthy family budget, and just trying to make sure you're raising good socially responsible future Americans and humanitarians.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
I for one, love live theater. So does my mom, so we took her to see the play, and then out to lunch at Portillos where Jack was the only 'bad' one and ate a burger. My mom and I were 'good' and had salads (no fatty dressing on mine, just a dab of oil and lots of vinegar), and Nate was sorta good because he ate his bun, no fatty burger for him!
Back to live theater-I'm hoping after watching their reactions to Diego in Omaha and now the Pirates this is something we can do more often. CYT (Christian Youth Theater) is pretty cheap, between $13-$18 per kid ticket, so we'll see how it goes.
Here they are, giving their best "Aaaaaaaarrrghs!"
Oma and the boys.
Me and the boys. It loks like I have them in some sort of death grip. Which I probably did.
Jack has been trying to take a lot of pics with my camera lately. This is his stage shot. He may have some raw talent!
The Pirate show was good. Except the guy who played the little boy tried so hard to be a little boy, that he almost was like, a little Special Ed. For a little while anyway, but then he kinda just was more like a kid...it's hard to explain. The boys loved it tho-even the singing and dancing, which I can hardly convince their father to like.
I really, really can't wait to 'culture' them more. Someday, I may get to see "Wicked" again!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Hint: If you're not at a Brewers game it really doesn't make a lot of sense. And seems weird to be a bilboard on a guy.
This is how my brother shows me he loves me.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Isn't he the cutest? Sometimes his devil horns retract and make us proud!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
To be sure, it is NOT easy to consume 35 grams of high fiber foods, unless you're eating raspberries, because a mere cup of them contains 8.34 grams. If you eat 1 cup of Bran Cereal, well, you'll be crapping redwoods with 19.94 grams of fiber, and the list goes on. 35 grams of fiber is a lot of fiber to begin with so bran cereal aside, if I follow this diet I probably will be crapping redwoods. Except, with Triathlon training, I think I'm supposed to up the ante on lean protein- I suppose I should consult the experts at Celebrity Fit Club. Hell, Tina Yothers lost 11 lbs in one week eating chicken and broccoli. It's gotta be worth a try....
For now, I guess I'll up my fiber, just for the sake of my cholesterol (which I'm sure is fine) and a high fiber diet IS heart healthy.
It's just too bad for the hemorroids I suppose.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Nate runs out into the yard (I thought he was out back, but apparently he snuck into the house) and he was Nekkid from the waist down.
"Nate, what are you doing?"
"I gotta go pee on the tree!"
"Uh, no ya don't. Get your hiney in the house and go on the toilet!"
"Don' wanna go toilet, wanna pee on the tree." Begins running around yard. Flapping his junk for all the world to see.
Crap. Grab kid. Drag kid. Sit kid on toilet-he pees and for whatever reason needs new undies and shorts. Whatever-he didn't wake up his sleeping sister.
Just gave all the neighbors and the authorities from Child Protective Services a show....
Monday, May 05, 2008
John can do the basiscs, don't get me wrong. I'm pretty sure he can hammer a nail into a board-however he definitely cannot eyeball a perfectly straight cut for a louvered door with a table saw, and my dad can. The man literally works 8 days a week. When you call at 8 on a Saturday or Sunday and he answers, it's weird, so my siblings and I don't usually say Hello. It's more like "What the hell are you doing home?" To which he responds "I live here." Right, we almost forgot.
Being able to visually and spatially accomplish a task is not one of my finer points. In fact, I can't do it at all. Dad used to come home from a job and start babbling about 2x4's and framing sidewalks and pouring 16x22 basements and I would hear the teacher from Charlie Brown start going "Wah wah wha wha whhaa wha wah..."
This brings me to the point. Oma and Opa got Jack a build a pirate boat kit for Christmas. Perfect to start working on before I take the boys to the Pirate Musical this Saturday. Perfect except the very succinct directions started and ended with "Comes with 85 interlocking pieces." and on the sheet the pieces were numbered, just to prove there were really 85 of them. That's it. Of course, my dad came over and started tinkering and built up, took apart when that didn't work, so he did it again and again. He has a lot of patience when it's a project that has nothing to do with his kitchen sink being scrubbed....
And...a few hours later, with the help of a cartoon photo of what the boat looks like in action, he did it. Voila! Feast yer eyes, mateys!
To round out the day, not only can the man build a boat in savant like fashion, he also taught Jack how to use homemade divining rods. "Go get me some wire hangers" he says. Okay....2 wire hangers, and some plier work later, we're out in the front yard figuring out where our water line runs. It totally works too....Just cut them as you see below, bend into little l's, hold loosely and start walking. When you hit the water line they cross.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Nathan....I am your Fatha!
No! I'll never join you!
I guess it's just what little boys and big boys too do. Everything is a weapon.
Like my Barbie car?
Say cheese, you little princess!