Sunday, October 18, 2009

Consumer Watchdog: Quilted Northern

Oh GP, you are so busted. I opened a brand new package of Quilted Northern this morning, feeling pretty pleased that they had custom pink packaging for breast cancer awareness and the promise of a donation to Susan G. Komen's foundation. Nice! But wait a sec... There was something different about the roll.

It took a moment for it to register. There were still a couple sheets clinging to the old roll I'd just removed, so I pulled one off to do a comparison. The new roll was significantly narrower in width than the old roll. I checked the package carefully to see if this new "enhancement" was noted anywhere. Nope. Still bragging that the roll was a "double" with twice the sheets of a "regular" roll of toilet paper. Hmm!


So what's the deal? Charge us the same and shave off pennies per roll so your donation to breast cancer research really amounts to nothing? Or is this new enhancement a long term deal like so many products before yours. Make it smaller, charge the consumer the same amount and hope we don't notice?


Gah I hate the underhanded way that practice is foisted upon the average American consumer. Smaller candy bars (same price), smaller portions in frozen dinners (same deal)...give us a little less but charge the same price so you can make the claim that the cost of your product hasn't increased in X number of years. Come ON. We aren't stupid.


And now the photographic evidence. Oh yeah. I took photos of toilet paper today. I'm so proud.




Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Photography

I was totally unprepared for picture day at Tyler's school this year. Gone are the days where I would scour Gymboree.com for the perfect outfit for back to school and photos. His Dad dressed him that morning while Max and I still slept. When I picked Tyler up at school I was a tad horrified at what he was wearing - high water sweatpants with holes in the knees and a Mario Bros tee-shirt. At least the shirt was relatively new and school photos are only chest/face shots. But still...

I moaned at Tyler, "Oh lordy, look how you are dressed. Did you get your picture taken today?" He frowned and said yes and asked what was wrong with how he was dressed. How do I explain the significance of school picture day? I told him about when I was a kid and how it was a HUGE deal to get your class photo done. Clothes had to be just perfect...heck, the photographers even gave away a free plastic hair comb (anyone remember that?)

Tyler asked, "Why? What was the big deal???"

I thought about that. What WAS the big deal? Then it hit me. "Tyler, when I was a kid the digital camera didn't exist. Good film cameras were expensive to buy and even more expense to keep loaded with film. Do you know what film is?" He thought about it and remembered my old point and shoot 35mm and the little film canisters. "Right. Each one of those film rolls could hold around 24 or 36 photos. TOTAL. Do you know how many pictures Mommy can take with her nice digital camera? Over 2000. And I don't have to pay someone to develop film and then pay more for prints of my photos. I can just unload my digital pictures onto my computer."

But that still wasn't completely the point. He gave me a so-what shrug and I continued. "Back when I was a kid a lot of parents didn't have practice taking good photos. Or they didn't have a camera - remember how expensive they were and how it cost even more to get the photos developed and printed? Well...when school photo time came around, those were often the ONLY nice pictures the parents would have of their kids for the whole year! So it was really important that they come out well. Understand now?"

I could see the light bulb go on in his brain as the knowledge sank in. "Wow Mom, the only pictures for the WHOLE YEAR?! Too bad I don't have that problem. You have your camera in my face ALL THE TIME!"

I shook my head with a laugh and groan. Then Tyler smiled and said, "It's ok Mom. I know you take my picture so much because you love me."


Tuesday, September 01, 2009

School Daze

Today went by in a blur of last-day-of-summer-vacation/school-starts-tomorrow frantic prep. Three hours I spent filling out all the bleedin forms and crud from Tyler's school. WOW! Honestly, why can't they just send us home a printout of last year's data and request we just update it. Nearly nothing has changed. What a hassle. Then it was on to a rousing game of "find the backpack". Followed by a nail biting challenge of "make lunch for the kid who eats nothing."

I don't even want to think about the morning. Will Tyler be able to wake up that early? What clothes will John put on him? If it weren't so late, I would be sorting through the laundry baskets trying to come up with a decent first day of school outfit. Ah yes. Gone are the days of me buying a pricey but cute first day outfit from Gymboree. This year, his new school clothes came from Walmart and Daddy bought them. *wince* I couldn't bring myself to look in the bags.

Prays: Please don't let him look like a hobo!

Max is going to be so upset when he wakes up tomorrow and Tyler isn't here. Poor kid. He already cried several times today that he wanted to go to school too. But it means he will have the TV and Mommy all to himself. I hope that is enough. Maybe a nice trip to the park will make him happy too. I'm just happy Max is back to his old self again. What a summer.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Milestones

With all the medical drama, it took me until last Thursday to realize that Max was sleeping in a full sized single bed in the hospital (craftmatic style). It took John until Saturday to notice and discuss our options. So Monday morning before Tyler and I took off to pick up John and Max at the hospital, I got Max's new bedding sorted, his new "big boy" bed assembled. No more crib or pack-n-play!

Max was thrilled with his new bed when he got home but after sleeping with his Dad all week, he had a bit of a hard time settling to sleep. So John slept on the floor next to him. Such a good daddy! But Max did stay in his bed and slept all night! Woo hoo!

Tyler also had a milestone slip by us this week. He spent his first night away from home. Overnight at Grandma's house, so I could get one night with my bed to myself. :) He did pretty well, all things considered. Next step...a week with Nanny and Grampy! Be ready, you two. ;)

Whew. Last week was overwhelming. I feel like I will never feel rested or relaxed ever again.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Not pretty...

So here I sit, at John's laptop here in Max's hospital room. I am currently covered in the remains of runny poo from my chest to my knee. Poor Max has explosive diarrhea from all the antibiotics and his diaper leaked BADLY. Of course I don't have a change of clothes for me. I bring clothes for him, for John but didn't think about me. *sigh* I called home but John hadn't gone to sleep yet. He made the stupid mistake of calling his mother first. She got him all upset and he is too tired to make sense, never mind drive. So I'll just be here for the rest of the day. Poo covered.

Yep. I am feeling a bit sorry for myself at the moment. Max is fine. Doing well. Ready to go home. Rough night tho. His IV stopped working in the wee hours so they had to put in a new one. John got to experience that trauma first hand this time. Glad I was asleep at home with Tyler. I couldn't take it again. I wouldn't let them touch him. They'd just have to find another way to get the antibiotic into his body. No more IV pokes!

I bet I stink. Only so much babywipes can do. Oh well. At least Max is napping. I can sit here and try to dry off in peace. I hope John went to sleep. I will have to kill him if he isn't getting some rest. I can't deal with him when he is that sleep deprived. It just makes me cry.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Bad news

Max has to stay in the hospital until Monday at least. :( Kidney problems.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

On the mend...


So the culture has pinpointed the bug as Streptococcus pneumoniae bacteremia (blood stream infection). The source? An undiagnosed inner ear infection (masked by the redness and swelling of his outer ear infection). What leaves me confused is that Max had a prevnar shot which I thought would make him immune to this particular bug. Maybe someone in the medical know can educate me more there.

The broad spectrum antibiotic has been 86'd in favor of something stronger and more targeted. I was told the name of it this morning but of course it's flown right out of my head.

The good news is his lymph node swelling is way down and Max finally ate dinner tonight in a quantity that was close to normal for him. Whew! It's just down right spooky when that kid doesn't eat. He loves just about everything, usually. Unlike Mr. Pickypants Tyler.

So please, nice hospital people, let him come home tomorrow afternoon! Crossing fingers and toes again. He is so totally done with this little adventure. It will be a miracle if he ever allows anyone wearing a white coat to come near him again.

And the food people got his meal right for dinner tonight. Finally! But he didn't want what we ordered. So I had to call and request something else anyway. Figures. I know they must hate us down there. ;) I also just found out that we can get our parking validated since we are the parents of a peds patient. Would have been nice if someone told us that on MONDAY. While parking fees don't break the bank, they aren't exactly cheap either.

Oh who am I kidding. I can't really bitch. I'm just too relieved. I will blame Aunt Flo for my extra dose of cranky over the last couple days.

Honestly, the folks at Morristown Mem are super nice and very helpful. Bless the nurse who listened to Max tonight and took his complaint of pain in his IV arm very seriously. She must have spent over 45 minutes gently trying to pry and swab off all that tape the vampires had wrapped around Max's arm to strap him to that board thingy (to keep his elbow from bending) so she could re-wrap it in a stretchy sleeve thingy instead. Max sobbed the whole time because the tape was just ripping his skin to bits. Add in alcohol swabs to kill the stickum on the tape and ouch! That stings. But he was a much happier camper when she was finally done. It wasn't the IV causing the pain, thankfully. It was where the tape and that immobilizer board thing were cutting into his skin.

Oh! And with his fever officially gone for 24+ hours he was finally allowed to play in the playroom this afternoon. He was in heaven! So many toys in there he flitted from thing to thing, not knowing what he wanted to play with most. That certainly made the day go by much faster too.

ok. Enough with the babble babble. Time for some much needed sleep.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Ugh

So we still have no real clue what is going on with Max. Idiopathic fevers? I think that is what one of the doctors initially said. Idiopathic... fancy scmancy for I have no fucking idea. They are growing cultures of the mysterio bacteria they found in Max's blood to try and find out what the heck it is and if that is the ultimate cause for the fevers (they also said if it's staf epidermsomething that some schmuck just contaminated the top of the blood vial, so we shall see.) They discovered blood in his urine today too. That was new.

So he's been poked, stuck, pressed, squeezed, prodded, xrayed, ultrasounded, EKG'd, folded, spindled and mutilated. He's had enough. Let's not forget that he is now seeming a lot SICKER since he arrived at the hospital that he was when he was just hot but playing and having fun at home. I'm just scared this will be one of those "the hospital made him worse" scenarios.

They gave him IV antibiotics today. He is supposed to get another dose tonight sometime too. The parade of doctors all are very friendly and nice, but they have no real information to share with us. The antibiotic must be a broad-spectrum let's cross our fingers and hope it works kind of deal. That's the impression I got.

Meanwhile, the food folks keep losing our menu selections and sending food trays with stuff like pot roast and a cup of tea and lasagna with squash. Hello? He's 2! He was really looking forward to that hamburger patty and tater tots. Or the tuna sandwich he was supposed to get for lunch today. All the kid has to look forward to is the excitement of food in bed (or another ride in a wheelchair to his next procedure). Please try and get it right people! And fruit! Don't forget the fruit!

He's just so pale and small. So sweet, trusting and cooperative too. He holds still and gives them his arm knowing they are probably going to hurt him. He asks in his tiny voice, "Please don't hurt me..." and when they do, he cries, "I need a bandaid!" with heartbreaking sobs. All I can do is hold him and tell him it's going to be ok. I feel like the biggest liar on the planet.

I've never felt this powerless in my life.

My heart goes out again to my friends (Beth/Jeff, Kim, and many others) who have spent so much time with their little ones in hospitals for various reasons. I feel fortunate that this is my first time walking in their shoes. I've been lucky to avoid this for over 8 years now.

I hear Tyler crying. Looks like he will be sleeping with me again tonight. That means no sleep for me. That kid is a blanket stealing Tasmanian devil in bed. I get kicked and smacked all night as he winds himself up in my sheet and quilt in the dead center of my bed, gradually menacing and crowding me off the edge. Then there are the times he just sits up and starts talking in his sleep. Or tries to sleepwalk out of the room entirely.

Off to bed. Wish me luck and continued healing vibes for Max.

Monday, July 20, 2009

More bad news...

Maybe I need to change the name of my blog. When Life Takes You...to the hospital. Again and again. Ugh.

It's Max's turn (AGAIN!) The poor little kid can't catch a break. If it's not big brother caused injury, it's mysterious ailments the doctors are left scratching their heads about. Not good.

And that is where we are now. Max is in the hospital and the doctors are all scratching their heads. We feel so warm and fuzzy. Not. He's had fever spikes for a week now. His hands and feet are peeling. His lymph nodes in his groin and neck are big and headed for huge. He complains about pains in various places in his body. And the icing on the cake, he also has an outer-ear infection...which the doctors assure us would not cause any of the other symptoms including the fever. Good to know.

They have bandied about everything from Kawasaki syndrome to Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis. All are freak-out worthy.

So 4 IV stick attempts later, 5 vials of blood, a chest x-ray, other assorted poking and prodding, hospital hamburger and tater tots (eww), peeing in a bag, and a partridge in a pear tree - Max finally passed out in his Daddy's arms and I drove Tyler home for the night. If they keep Max another night, I'll swap with John tomorrow and lather, rinse, repeat.

If you are a praying sort and think it's just a bad idea for adorable nearly 3 year olds to have mystery illnesses that keep them stuck in a hospital, say a few for our little Max? Thanks.

Now it's time to crawl into bed with my clingy and seriously worried 7 year old. Poor kid. At least this time the hospital trip isn't his fault. Guilt has a bad affect on his sleeping patterns. And since he will be sleeping with me tonight, I'd rather not get hit, kicked or pee'd on all night or woken by yelling/screaming. *sigh*

Geeze, worry makes me really bitchy and sarcastic. I need to work on that.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Good Luck Nana!

We spent the week up in MA and just got home last night. My super active and seemingly indestructible Dad (aka Grumpy Grampy) was struck down with debilitating pain in his leg a short time ago. Fearing a blood clot or who knew what else, we were a bit shocked to find out that his hip had failed. Before we knew it, he was scheduled for a total hip replacement. My Mom (aka Nana) was in a panic because the best ortho hospital was an hour away and in the busy outskirts of Boston. Me to the rescue! (Really Mom...you need to learn how to drive more than 20 miles away from your own home!) Initially it was just going to be me and the boys going up to stay and shuttle Nana back and forth to the hospital, but John decided to move his vacation week and we turned it into a total family affair.


It worked out well because after one visit with all of us, I could tell the boys were a bit freaked out seeing their Grampy that way and they had a hard time keeping busy. So John spent most of the week taking the boys to the town pool and out to lunch while I played chauffeur and drove my mother back and forth to the hospital.


He looks pretty good here, right? This is the day after his surgery.


After 6 days and a lot of PT, he comes home today. Good luck to my Mom...that grumpy Grampy is a most challenging patient.

Friday, June 19, 2009

School's Out for Summer!

Summer Vacation - Day 1


When does school start again? Ah. September 2nd. Only 75 more days to go. *sigh* But seriously, it's nice to have Tyler at home. He and Max have been having a ball today. It's balloon sword battle royale as they chase each other around the family room.

Speaking of balloon swords...I have a new talent. Tyler was at a birthday party a few weeks ago and came home so impressed by the clown who made balloon animals that he insisted his Dad take him to the store to buy some of those long balloons for him to try out. Of course, this meant that Mommy had to learn a few new tricks once the initial joy of discovery was replaced with the agony of frustration. "Moooooom! I can't do this! Can you make me a sword?"


OK! Thank goodness for the internet. (What did Moms do before the internet???) After a few video lessons, I produced 3 different styles of balloon swords and all was right with the world...for about 10 minutes. Then all hell broke loose. "Mom! The clown at the party made a dog. Can you make a dog?" Another 10 minute instructional video later and I was making hounds and poodles. "Cool! Can you make a rabbit? How about a turtle? A pig?? Ohh! I really want a bird!!" Oh lordy help me...

Balloon cutlass, anyone? How about a balloon saber? Balloon belts to hold your inflated weaponry? I can now make 2 love birds kissing inside a heart too. I think I'll tackle balloon hats next.

Now the house is overrun with a menagerie of balloon creatures who have a habit of popping at inopportune moments. But it is rather fun. Good thing I have great lung capacity.

One of many balloon turtles and swords

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I'm so confused...

"Mom? Can you buy me an instrument? I want to learn how to play something."


Tyler...didn't you just tell me not too long ago that you hate music?


"Well, I figure if I play an instrument, maybe I'll learn to like music? I just don't want to be weird, Mom. Everyone likes music 'cept for me!"


Interesting idea. What instrument did you want to learn to play? You know you won't be able to play right away. It takes time, lessons and lots of practice to learn to play something.


"Well you can teach me, right Mom? You know a lot of instruments. I want to play the trumpet. Or maybe the flute. Or the flutophone. Oh! And you have a guitar too, right?"


The flutoWHAT? Trumpet?!? ...oh wait. I actually think we have a trumpet around here somewhere. Maybe in the attic.


"The flutophone! They play them in our school band!"


Oh! Those funny looking recorder thingies from the spring concert?


"Yeah! I want one of those."


M'okay. Call me crazy, but I ordered him one on Amazon. And my darling John dug around in the attic until he found not only the old trumpet our friend Kerry had left with us years ago, but also my old Yamaha SHS-10 keytar (a keyboard you wear and shred on like a guitar). Max instantly took possession of the keytar and Tyler took the trumpet as soon as I had it put back together.


I gave Ty a short demo on how to blow into a trumpet and he gave it a go. My jaw dropped when he sounded a crystal clear (and very loud) note. It's freakin HARD to do that and I've never heard anyone make a sound with a trumpet on their first try, never mind so clearly. He was totally in love.


Now I have a splitting headache as the boys have been playing happily (and loudly) on their instruments for the last hour. We may have to just start a family band.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Hark! Easter Approach-eth!
















One sign of spring and the arrival of the Easter Bunny is the annual town Easter Egg Hunt. Only this year it was 40 degrees with 50 MPH winds. Brrrr! The kids looked miserable waiting in line for their goody bags from the bunny, but once the hunt began, I think it could have been snowing and they wouldn't have cared. The next day you never would have known it was so cold. It was in the 60s and gorgeous! So I took the boys to the park.
I love watching them play! Complete sets of photos at my Shutterfly page.










Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Conversations: Tyler on Music

"MOM! Please turn off the radio! I hate music. It hurts my ears."

As the boys continued to act up noisily in the back seat I turned the radio up LOUDER.

"Come on Mom! This stuff is horrible!"

I cringed. He was insulting Tears For Fears. Classic 80s. So I began to sing along. As the commercial break came on, I said, "Ty, maybe if you listened to the words or thought about the instruments that make the music, you might understand better why music is cool and another way to express your feelings."

Tyler made a disgusted noise. "They sing too fast. Who can understand what they are singing anyway..."

So I began to sing the lyrics to the next song to Tyler, clearly so he could understand what I was singing. "Once I ran to you. Now I'll run from you..." Oh yeah. Tainted Love! Max laughed.

"Ahhh! Mom! Stop! This is horrible!"

"OK Ty. I guess I'll never be on American Idol, huh." It's not the first time he's complained about my singing.

"Nope. It's too expensive, right?"

"What?? No no. They pay all the expenses for the people on the show. It's free for them to be on it." That too expensive comment left me a little bewildered.

"Oh! So you COULD be on it if you wanted to? It's not too expensive?"

"Well, no. I'd have to try out. You know, pass an audition in front of judges...maybe in New York City..." I decided to ignore the fact that I am way too old, just for the sake of this discussion.

"Oh. Well that's easy then. You could do that. I love New York."

"Ty, are you telling me you think I could be on American Idol?? You're joking, right?"

"No Mom. I'm serious. I think you'd be great on that show. But I still hate singing."

Hmm. Tyler thinks I could be on American Idol but he wouldn't watch the show, because he hates singing. Over all, this conversation left me feeling good. Confused, but good.

After a long pause, I suddenly burst out; "And the next American Idol is...Mommy!" [insert enthusiastic crowd noise sound effect]

Max said, "Yay Mommy!!!"

Heh.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Lexicon

I find myself using parenting phrases based on false or dubious scientific evidence quite frequently. You know those phrases...

  • Don't swallow the seeds, it might sprout in your belly!
  • Stop making that face, it could freeze that way!
  • Don't sit so close to the TV, you'll go blind (or cross-eyed)!
  • Don't stand in front of the microwave, you'll cook your brain!

Yes, I've joined the parenting conspiracy of misinformation used to make our children conform to a certain standard of behavior or to keep them safe. But I find myself using a new phrase, of late. Sadly, this one can't be laughed off as the paranoid myths passed on from our own youth.

  • Don't put that in your mouth, it might be Made in China!

I know. It's sad, isn't it? But with Max testing positive for lead a few months ago, I am unwilling to take any chances. I do realize not EVERY toy is made in China; but really, MOST of them are these days! And yes, not everything made in China contains lead. But I have no way of knowing what is safe and what isn't short of throwing out every toy here and starting from scratch. It's easier to just keep reminding the boys not to put them into their mouths. (And it's working because Max's blood test yesterday showed no trace of lead.)

Am I the only parent to add this new phrase to her lexicon? I wonder if it will be as enduring as "You'll shoot your eye out!" I hope not.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

ER

Max + Tyler + Bathroom Door = ER Visit




Don't you just hate Mom Math?
The good news is Max's finger wasn't broken and they were able to use that cool dermal glue to reattach the tip. Bad news, he will probably lose his fingernail and keeping a bandage on a curious 2 year old is a total exercise in futility.
Mom + Injured Baby + ER Visit = 10 years off my life and more gray hair.
Anyone got any valium they can send me? Thanks.




Saturday, March 07, 2009

Hey Max! Who is our President?

As promised...the video!

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Conversations

I get into the funniest conversations with my boys. The other day, Tyler was watching one of his favorite kid channels and an infomercial type segment featuring our new President came on. Max looked up at the TV and yelled "Barack Obama!" very excitedly. My jaw dropped! Max is 2. Where the heck...how the heck...who the heck taught him... I was flummoxed! I started laughing hysterically. He can say the name so clearly!

Then Tyler looked at me with a serious look of concentration on his face. "Mommy? Why is Obama black? They keep saying he is our first black President." Ummmm. Oh boy. So I launched into a discussion about race and uses of specific color words to represent someone with a specific skin color and how some people place a lot of importance on those colors (but not us). Then I talked a little about how those terms have changed over the years. And the origins and ancestry of certain races and why there are different skin colors. I was just trying to think of a way to explain slavery and America's more sordid past when I saw Tyler looking rather glazed.

He said, "Mommy...I just want to know why they call him black when he's not. He's more brown. Or tan. I don't know. What color do you call it? I'm...tanish. Right?" I said, "Beige? and President Obama is more light brown?" Tyler's face lit up and he said, "Yes! He is light brown!" Then he returned his attention to the TV, completely satisfied.

*sigh* I really need to stop over-explaining things and just K.I.S.S. (keep it simple, stupid.)

"Barack Obama!"

Yes, Max. That's him. I've got to get him on video saying that. It's just too cute!

Friday, February 27, 2009

American Idol

I posted some thoughts on my favorite American Idol blog today and thought I would share them here too. Anyone watching Idol this season?


Going back to Hollywood week - I'm still sad the Osmond kid didn't make it. Almost stopped watching when I saw that.

As for that Adam Lambert kid...current? Relevant? I'm sorry, but am I the ONLY ONE to see he is a perfect clone of an 80s hairband diva (minus the hair)? He is Brett Michaels from Poison, Tom Keifer of Cinderella, and most especially, Sabastian Bach from Skid Row all rolled into one! I am NOT objecting, mind you. I was a HUGE fan of heavy metal back in the day. But how can the judges not see it? Especially Paula who was an 80s pop icon and RANDY who played with Journey (a hair band forerunner).

Meanwhile, I love Danny Gokey. LOVE him. He's my pick to win. Thoughts?

Cyber Stalker...

Wow! Two blog posts in one day. When was the last time THAT happened? A lot on my mind lately, but no clear path to put it in writing.

I suddenly realized today that I hadn't heard from my bio-mom in a long while. After the excitement of meeting her for the first time, in person; I'm not really sure what I was expecting beyond that point. So I sent her an email today just to let her know I was thinking about her.

Then I Googled her. Yes, again.

Boy has she been busy! She has both a FaceBook page AND is on Twitter now among dozens of other new links. I was seconds from clicking the add friend link on FaceBook when I hesitated. Would that be weird? I know people have popped out of the woodwork and asked ME to be a FaceBook friend (and I was pleased as punch to say yes) but would that kind of overture be welcome in this case. I wonder. Then I found her on Twitter. She has 609 followers, so I would be relatively faceless in the crowd, but I hesitated again.

Yep. I am feeling very cyber stalkerish.

*sigh*

edited to add: I am not looking to replace my "real" mother. I just think it would be really cool to be friends with my bio-mom. Nuff said.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Shhh! Max won't share his Cheetos with me!

Silently my fingers creep across the table, slowly seeking the open bag of Cheetos. Freeze! The boy reaches over and digs in the bag, face already coated in orange powdery goodness. Attention returns to the TV, and my hand resumes its stealthy path. Success! I grasp a couple plump Cheetos and retreat rapidly, popping one into my mouth. The boy whips around and looks at me. I stop mid-crunch and look innocent, a second Cheeto hidden rapidly under the table.

I smile and lift one eyebrow.

The boy eyes me suspiciously for a moment and then returns his attention to the TV.

Ha! Cheetos thief crunches with relish on her stolen booty. The boy never the wiser.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Trippy!

I just got caught up on several posts on Alphawoman's blog and made an interesting discovery. If you stare at a website that has white text against a black background long enough...then look up suddenly at your white walls...everything has stripes! Whoa. That was so weird! I just got a flash on what my family room would look like done in a zebra motiff. Coooooool!

Now back to reading. And more reading. Geesh I am far behind.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day!

I received a special package today from my 3 boys for Valentine's. Mmmm mmmm!!! Here is the first ever photo I've taken with my new cell phone:


OK! Hope you all have a nice Feb 14th. I've got some serious eating to do...

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Creative!

What a cool idea! I think I am more impressed with the patience of the female subject of all that still photography more so than I am with the stop-motion finished product! LOL


Monday, January 19, 2009

Calgon, take me...oh that's just wrong!

The latest stomach virus has had it's way with almost every member of the family except John. Somehow he has remained untouched in this vomit and poopie fest.

First Max was struck down with no warning. I'd just put all his and my winter gear on for a trip out to breakfast when he sat down on the top step and said, "Mommy, tummy hurts..." I picked him up to comfort him. BIG MISTAKE. He threw up all over both of us. I've never seen so much puke come out of such a little kid. I don't deal well with barf, so it was a challenge to get coats, gloves, shoes and clothes off and into the washer before I lost my own cookies. Yay Mommy. I had to get everything clean and dry so we'd have something to wear to go pick Tyler up at school at the end of the day. John picks the worst times to have to go work out of state.

After a couple days of Max being in misery, it was my turn. Sadly the worst of the virus struck the morning we were supposed to leave for upstate to attend my Uncle's funeral. To top the day off, Tyler woke up puking too. It was his turn to be struck down. Thank goodness this was a long weekend.

Meanwhile, Max had been virus free for several days, but he was still periodically pointing to his belly and saying, "Hurts, Mommy! Hurts!" Since my own belly was killing me, I sympathized. I was a little worried that something else was going on, but was too sick to think it through in depth.

Today Max complained to his Daddy that his "butt hurts." He told me his tummy hurt again. Considering how many days of poop-fest the poor kid had suffered through, it wasn't all that surprising. He hadn't had the runs for a couple days, but who knew. Maybe his poor bottom was still irritated. So John made him a nice warm bath.

Turns out that was just what the poor kid needed...to get his constipation moving. Fast. Oh yeah. So that's why his belly and butt were hurting. Right now I am actually happy that I'm still feeling under the weather because that meant that John cleaned out the tub.

*shudder*

Also, there goes our "no accidents in the bathtub" record. Soooo close. *sigh* And I've lost a whole week to illness. *double sigh* How was your week?

Saturday, January 03, 2009

It's a new year...

Talk amongst yourselves for a moment while I try to figure out where the old year went...





Nope, it's not under the sofa cushions. Eww! I think that used to be a peach slice! Hmm. Tyler's been looking for his DS. What a surprise, it's in the black hole...er...sofa. No sign of 2008 tho.

*Looks about speculatively*

Maybe in one of the 35 toy boxes scattered around here... Huh. Why on EARTH are the boys saving THAT in there.

OK. Now I've lost interest. On to 2009 I guess.