After dropping Goosey off at school on Tuesday, Little Man and I decided that we needed to stop by Wal-Mart and look for a birthday present for our little cousinent in SC. While browsing the toys, Little Man told me that his tummy hurt. Skeptical about it, I asked him if he felt sick. He said he was hungry.
We continued around the store for a few more minutes and my mommy senses, akin to Spidey senses, kicked in. Little Man's appearance had drastically changed. He looked really tired and started to lay on the cart.
We got in the car and on the way home Little Man threw up....in our new vancar. Twice. I was panicked! I hate throw up. I have a fear of it. No joke. So we raced home to get a quick shower, clean the car and the carseat.
Well, Little Man just could not keep a thing down. He was getting sick, sick, sick throughout the day. He had a fever of over 101F and was just listless. Wondering how in the world I was going to pick up Goosey with such a sick child, I decided to call Auntie Sam to see if she could either pick up Goosey or sit with Puke Boy and step away from work for about an hour. She opted for the later. The woman is a SAINT. No joke.
When Goosey and I returned, the Auntie informed me that she believed that Little Man had an ear infection. He was tugging on his ear and throwing up. (I seriously mean it when I say that the Auntie deserves SAINTHOOD.) She thought I should take him to the doctor for a looksie.
We had the last appointment for the day. Evidently, the reason that Little Man was tugging on his ear was that he had a glob of earwax that was blocking his canal. After removing that stuff, his ears looked fine. His throat looked bad and the doctor said she suspected the flu.
Lo and behold, after a swab to the nose-holes, a wait of about 5 minutes, the nurse came back with the sad news: influenza. Poo on that. He would be out of commission for the next 5-6 days.
Well, let me tell you what. If I had not with my own eyes seen them swab his nose and heard with my own ears that he tested positive for the flu, I would not have believed it. Because after a good night's sleep, Little Man showed no signs of illness whatsoever. No fever. No vomitting. No listlessness. And a GREAT appetite. Honestly, I would have put him right back in school on Thursday, which would have been a full 48 hours after symptoms.
However, I know that he has the virus and will let it run its course and I have great concern for our community's health. He is going stir crazy and has cabin fever. I am going nuts with the sanitizer and lysol. Daddy Mac is working from home and tolerating it. Goosey is at school and oblivious to the fact that she is probably going to be the next victim.
I am just praying that we are finished with the yucky, blucky flu bug.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"Not a Wal-Mart Day?" and other gems
Little Man is coming out with some seriously funny things. Now that he is talking, he is really taking advantage of exercising his expressive language skills.
Little Man LOVES, and I mean LOVES, his preschool. He talks about it all the time. "I want to go to My School. I want to play with My Jake (his bestest buddy)" He will get on the Goosey's pretty princess play phone and give My Jake a call to see if he is going to be at My School on "tomorrow".
Because Little Man is still little, he does not have any concept of time. He only goes to school three days a week, so on the other days, we pretty much are hanging out at the house.
So this morning we were getting ready to leave for My School and Little Man asks:
LM: Are we going to My School?
Me: Yes.
LM: Are we going to see My Jake?
Me: Yes.
LM: Not Goosey's school?
Me: No.
LM: Today is school day...not Wal-Mart day.
Huh? I guess the child is tired of trompsing around shopping with Mama Mac on his down days.
We actually had to pick up Goosey early from school today in order for me to make an appointment over in the big city. Little Man came out of the vancar with his case full of matchbox cars. Ms. Teacher chuckled and asked Little Man what he had. He proudly shoved the case at her and said "Wace cars" and grinned. She asked if that was for being a good boy. He shook his head and said "Wace cars for pooping on the potty. I got a new van!"
This MatchBox car bribe thing is working extremely well. We are totally out of pull ups during the day and only wearing them at night. I think it will probably be a long time before we get that one mastered....but that is fine for now!
Little Man LOVES, and I mean LOVES, his preschool. He talks about it all the time. "I want to go to My School. I want to play with My Jake (his bestest buddy)" He will get on the Goosey's pretty princess play phone and give My Jake a call to see if he is going to be at My School on "tomorrow".
Because Little Man is still little, he does not have any concept of time. He only goes to school three days a week, so on the other days, we pretty much are hanging out at the house.
So this morning we were getting ready to leave for My School and Little Man asks:
LM: Are we going to My School?
Me: Yes.
LM: Are we going to see My Jake?
Me: Yes.
LM: Not Goosey's school?
Me: No.
LM: Today is school day...not Wal-Mart day.
Huh? I guess the child is tired of trompsing around shopping with Mama Mac on his down days.
We actually had to pick up Goosey early from school today in order for me to make an appointment over in the big city. Little Man came out of the vancar with his case full of matchbox cars. Ms. Teacher chuckled and asked Little Man what he had. He proudly shoved the case at her and said "Wace cars" and grinned. She asked if that was for being a good boy. He shook his head and said "Wace cars for pooping on the potty. I got a new van!"
This MatchBox car bribe thing is working extremely well. We are totally out of pull ups during the day and only wearing them at night. I think it will probably be a long time before we get that one mastered....but that is fine for now!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Vancar
OK. So my last week was pretty stressful. (see the previous post) I was very concerned about my mom's health and about getting the kids ready for a week without me and about getting George organized for taking care of the kids.
On Monday, the plan was for me to leave for TN around 1:00 PM in order to avoid rush hour at various points between here and there. I was running around Monday morning trying to get laundry done, packing my overnight bag, and keeping up with Little Man.
Daddy Mac decided to go and get his hair removed from the top of his head as a visible support to a friend of his who is going through chemotherapy. A few minutes after his departure, he returns to inform me that our 1998 blue car has lost all of its oil on the driveway. Huh? So out he goes to see what caused this mess. I continue to get things together for my trip not very worried because Daddy Mac is like Bob the Builder: He can fix anything with a screwdriver.
Well, Bob comes back in five minutes later with oil and goo on his fingers. He shoves them under my nose and asks me "Do you know what that is?" Clueless, I just stare at him. He informs me that there is grit, dirt, and goo in our engine and that all the oil is gone. Huh? So, my question is: Can.we.fix.it? Fully expecting a rousing response of: Yes.we.can! The response was: We have to buy a new car.
After a few beats of stunned realization that we have had a death in our 1998 blue car, Daddy Mac says that we need to go buy a new car "right now". At this point, I really start to freak out! Because in 1 hour and 45 minutes, I am suppose to be on the road to TN for my mom's heart procedure.
Daddy Mac and I had a nice "discussion" about how a major purchase of a car could not be done in a 2-3 hour time period. It was finally decided that the best option was to rent a car for a few days and get through the trip to TN and then look at buying a car.
So after my return, I begged Aunt Sam to come over and watch the kids for an eternity while Daddy Mac and I drove all over the place looking for a VAN. Specifically, a used Kia Sedona van. By the way, they are very hard to come by for some reason. We finally found one in the big city and drove home approximately 8 hours after we set out to find one.
Here is a picture of our new debt, I mean vehicle:
On Monday, the plan was for me to leave for TN around 1:00 PM in order to avoid rush hour at various points between here and there. I was running around Monday morning trying to get laundry done, packing my overnight bag, and keeping up with Little Man.
Daddy Mac decided to go and get his hair removed from the top of his head as a visible support to a friend of his who is going through chemotherapy. A few minutes after his departure, he returns to inform me that our 1998 blue car has lost all of its oil on the driveway. Huh? So out he goes to see what caused this mess. I continue to get things together for my trip not very worried because Daddy Mac is like Bob the Builder: He can fix anything with a screwdriver.
Well, Bob comes back in five minutes later with oil and goo on his fingers. He shoves them under my nose and asks me "Do you know what that is?" Clueless, I just stare at him. He informs me that there is grit, dirt, and goo in our engine and that all the oil is gone. Huh? So, my question is: Can.we.fix.it? Fully expecting a rousing response of: Yes.we.can! The response was: We have to buy a new car.
After a few beats of stunned realization that we have had a death in our 1998 blue car, Daddy Mac says that we need to go buy a new car "right now". At this point, I really start to freak out! Because in 1 hour and 45 minutes, I am suppose to be on the road to TN for my mom's heart procedure.
Daddy Mac and I had a nice "discussion" about how a major purchase of a car could not be done in a 2-3 hour time period. It was finally decided that the best option was to rent a car for a few days and get through the trip to TN and then look at buying a car.
So after my return, I begged Aunt Sam to come over and watch the kids for an eternity while Daddy Mac and I drove all over the place looking for a VAN. Specifically, a used Kia Sedona van. By the way, they are very hard to come by for some reason. We finally found one in the big city and drove home approximately 8 hours after we set out to find one.
Here is a picture of our new debt, I mean vehicle:
Only God Could Orchestrate This....
This past week was spent in TN. It wasn't very fun. Not a vacation or pleasure trip at all. I went as a support to my family as my mother had a heart cath procedure done.
Not feeling bad, mom agreed to have dad's cardiologist give her a once over so that she could feel good about retiring. She has not been feeling bad, per se. She has been tired, but who isn't tired. After the treadmill/stress test, he decided that he wanted to do a heart cath on her to look at a spot. No one seemed worried about it...just doing it to see what might be going on.
My week was rearranged and Daddy Mac was able to work from home to watch the kids. I surprised mom by showing up unannounced the night before at Little Brother's house. Lots of protests were heard, which is why I did not tell her I was coming in the first place.
So four days after finding out that there might be a "little" something going on, it was found that mom had an 80% blockage of the right coronary artery and received a 10 mm stent to open up the area. This procedure has saved my mom from having a heart attack. Her brother died of this very thing and it was without warning.
And although there was a slight complication in the removing of the sheath from her femoral artery, mom is feeling good and thankful for another day! She gets to sit on her backside for two weeks to allow her heart to heal.
I titled this "Only God Could Orchestrate This" for a reason. In His sovereignty, the appointment was made despite not really having a "need" for it. Within days, there was an "area" of concern found and a procedure done that took care of that. If we were in control of it, this would have NEVER been found. God is the author of our days and I truly feel has given my mom a second chance. Her purpose and work here is not done.
And if it had not been found, God is still sovereign. I know that her hope is not of things in this world or her own doing, but in the One who paid for her sins by dying on a cross, the unique Son of God, Jesus Christ. If her journey had ended from a heart attack, there would be sadness that I could not 911 her for advice or chat with her about the details of my life. But there would have been rejoicing in knowing that her absence from the body is to be present with the Saviour. And because I know Him and have accepted His gift of forgiveness, I would one day be able to see her in Heaven.
Praise our God!
Not feeling bad, mom agreed to have dad's cardiologist give her a once over so that she could feel good about retiring. She has not been feeling bad, per se. She has been tired, but who isn't tired. After the treadmill/stress test, he decided that he wanted to do a heart cath on her to look at a spot. No one seemed worried about it...just doing it to see what might be going on.
My week was rearranged and Daddy Mac was able to work from home to watch the kids. I surprised mom by showing up unannounced the night before at Little Brother's house. Lots of protests were heard, which is why I did not tell her I was coming in the first place.
So four days after finding out that there might be a "little" something going on, it was found that mom had an 80% blockage of the right coronary artery and received a 10 mm stent to open up the area. This procedure has saved my mom from having a heart attack. Her brother died of this very thing and it was without warning.
And although there was a slight complication in the removing of the sheath from her femoral artery, mom is feeling good and thankful for another day! She gets to sit on her backside for two weeks to allow her heart to heal.
I titled this "Only God Could Orchestrate This" for a reason. In His sovereignty, the appointment was made despite not really having a "need" for it. Within days, there was an "area" of concern found and a procedure done that took care of that. If we were in control of it, this would have NEVER been found. God is the author of our days and I truly feel has given my mom a second chance. Her purpose and work here is not done.
And if it had not been found, God is still sovereign. I know that her hope is not of things in this world or her own doing, but in the One who paid for her sins by dying on a cross, the unique Son of God, Jesus Christ. If her journey had ended from a heart attack, there would be sadness that I could not 911 her for advice or chat with her about the details of my life. But there would have been rejoicing in knowing that her absence from the body is to be present with the Saviour. And because I know Him and have accepted His gift of forgiveness, I would one day be able to see her in Heaven.
Praise our God!
Friday, February 8, 2008
Elation for a mommy
C&P'ed from a recent email I sent out about Little Man's recent success:
I am going to admit this up front: I am that crazy mom. You know...the one who is, well, CRAZY. TMI alert!
I absolutely cannot contain myself on this big announcement:
Little Man has finally used the potty. And when I say "used", I mean USED it! At school. On his own free will. He USED it!
We have the staying dry part down pretty well for the last 2-3 weeks with the help of some gummy worm bribes. He finally got the hang of it. Pavlov would have been proud. I am also certain that his dog's name was "Little Man" if I were to research it a bit.
However, we were having "other" accidents. I bought two large sets of Match Box cars to bribe him. For a couple of weeks, I have brought them out, let him look at them, touch them, want them, produce for them. He was not having it one little bit.
So today after I dropped him off at school, I decided that we were going to need some medical intervention and made a call to the doctor for some Correctol-type medicine. I go to pick the child up and thought I was going to hit the floor on my knees publicly praising the Lord when I saw The Note in his cubby: "I pooped in the potty! Yeah!" (No joke. I will have to say that I have prayed this child into potty training on two levels: #1 that he would "get" it and #2 I would not lose my mind/patience since my life has revolved around this for over a month or so.)
He is so excited. He has picked out some cars and has a new carrier for his dune buggy, hot rod and purple car. I seriously am elated. He is walking around saying "I so proud! Mama so proud too!"
So I hope that this will continue....I have about 15 cars to give away.
And I just knew that each and every one of you would want to share in my happiness!
I am going to admit this up front: I am that crazy mom. You know...the one who is, well, CRAZY. TMI alert!
I absolutely cannot contain myself on this big announcement:
Little Man has finally used the potty. And when I say "used", I mean USED it! At school. On his own free will. He USED it!
We have the staying dry part down pretty well for the last 2-3 weeks with the help of some gummy worm bribes. He finally got the hang of it. Pavlov would have been proud. I am also certain that his dog's name was "Little Man" if I were to research it a bit.
However, we were having "other" accidents. I bought two large sets of Match Box cars to bribe him. For a couple of weeks, I have brought them out, let him look at them, touch them, want them, produce for them. He was not having it one little bit.
So today after I dropped him off at school, I decided that we were going to need some medical intervention and made a call to the doctor for some Correctol-type medicine. I go to pick the child up and thought I was going to hit the floor on my knees publicly praising the Lord when I saw The Note in his cubby: "I pooped in the potty! Yeah!" (No joke. I will have to say that I have prayed this child into potty training on two levels: #1 that he would "get" it and #2 I would not lose my mind/patience since my life has revolved around this for over a month or so.)
He is so excited. He has picked out some cars and has a new carrier for his dune buggy, hot rod and purple car. I seriously am elated. He is walking around saying "I so proud! Mama so proud too!"
So I hope that this will continue....I have about 15 cars to give away.
And I just knew that each and every one of you would want to share in my happiness!
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