Friday, May 30, 2008

Dinner and Home Depot (quite an evening!)

Hubby was napping when I got home last night - nursing a killer headache that wouldn't quit. Kiddo and Little Bit were both awake but quietly hanging out in their bedrooms like the good little people they are. I got both kids up and we played for a little while. Little Bit is walking all over the place now, and it's funny to see her toddle after Kiddo.

She adores her big brother.

When Hubby got up, I spent 20 minutes working on his neck and shoulders in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure on his poor head. I think it might have helped some, but the headace sure didn't go away completely. So much for my dream of having that magic touch!

We went to Applebees for dinner. Kiddo hadn't actually napped, even though he'd spent time in his room, and neither had Little Bit - so they were both a little wound up at the restaurant. But we got through the meal without a major incident and then headed to Home Depot.

Home Depot was my idea because I wanted to look at a few things, namely that cool Black & Decker push mower that doesn't require expensive gasoline and runs on a battery. It's a little more than I want to spend, money-wise, but I think it would be a wonderful addition to Hubby's implements of lawn destruction...er, maintenance. Home Depot, however, doesn't carry it. Lowe's does. Another trip for another time.

I also wanted to get a gander at the patio products, ceiling fans, paint, and Roman shades. Going to Home Depot was my idea in the first place...

We found (I'm so excited about this) a fantastic ceiling fan for Kiddo's room. It's brushed nickel, with reversable blades that have black on one side or black with moons, stars and rockets on the other. It also has a light (which his current fan does not have) and the light has a glass globe that looks like the Earth! I think I'm more excited about this than Kiddo is - though I'd bet he just doesn't really understand what all the fuss is about. Once the thing is properly installed in his room, I think he'll LOVE it!

Hubby is taking Kiddo and Little Bit to his Mom's house in Virginia on Sunday after church. For some reason, when he told me his plans last night while we were having dinner, I got teary-eyed. I don't know what I'm going to do without my kids and husband for 5 days!

Anyway - I guess that's about it for now. I'm going to go pout for a while, maybe get a cup of bad office coffee, and see if I can't find someone to complain to! (Oh, gosh...I've become that person!)


Have a great day!

TTFN
JMS

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Can you believe it? I have a P-L-A-N!

Aside from being tired - I'm feeling pretty good today! I'm kind of pumped because I feel like even though I still have A TON of work to do around the house, I finally have a plan. P-L-A-N! It's a good one and it requires just a bit of work each night. I'm not doing one room in its entirety, but aspects of all the rooms with a focus on the things that drive me crazy. For example: Last night I cleaned off and organized the top of the refrigerator and did a load of laundry. (I probably should have done several loads of laundry but I didn't.) Hubby and I have been slowly picking away at the storage building in our back yard; finding things that we forgot we had and getting rid of things we no longer need. We've still got a LONG way to go, but we're making a snails progress - which is infinitely better than no progress at all. I also have a plan for the living/dining room. I am trying to find a nice sleeper loveseat or small sleeper sofa that is in good shape, goes with my vision for the room, and is of a kid-friendly style and fabric. I want to arrange things so that the living and dining areas are two completely separate "rooms" within one room. I know what it needs to be, I just need to get it there. (No comments about my HGTV addiction, please and thank you!) Also, Hubby and I saw a FABULOUS shelving wall unit at a furniture store on Memorial Day that was $600.00. It was too rich for our blood price-wise, but absolutely the perfect thing and exactly what I've had in mind for the space. I admit, though, it's a little disappointing that I cannot just say, "I'll take it!" Especially since I know it will do just what I need it to do. I also know what color the walls are going to be and I have a vision for the kitchen - but those "tiny" projects will have to wait for another time. I think I can manage the living room with what I have, but it will not be what I want it to be...yet. I keep telling myself, "All in good time, girl...all in good time." Anyway - I am excited to see my "visions" come to life and so am forcing my lazy self to do something - anything - every night after work. I don't have any thoughts as to what I'll do tonight when I get home, but I'm sure it will come to me. Well...I hope everyone is doing well. Please think good thoughts for my friend RM who is having surgery today. I'm sure she'll be fine, but the more good thoughts coming her way the better! Oh, the power of prayer! TTFN JMS

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Memorial Day Weekend 2008

I had a lovely case of hives this weekend! It started as one rather large hive on my leg. Friday night saw me at the Walgreen's pharmacy discussing my skin malady with the pharmacist - who asked me a battery of "What have you done differently?" questions and directed me to the Benadryl.

Benedryl taken, and by Saturday morning, I had exploded into a big, swollen patch of itchy redness. I took myself, and both kids, to the Walk-in-Clinic and had a very old, very fat doctor in a white lab coat two sizes too small for him write me a prescription for a corticosteroid. This seemed to start the actual healing process and by Sunday morning, I was no longer swollen and red...but I sure was itchy!

Monday was a holiday and so I itched madly through the day.

Tuesday I called my doctor first thing in the AM and was able to get in and see my favorite Nurse Practitioner. She took some more blood for lab work, gave me a prescription for Pepcid. Apparently, though its primary function is for acid reflux etc, a secondary function of Pepcid is an H2 blocker - a hystamine blocker. Who'd-a-thunk-it? Also, my insurance wouldn't cover this because it is sold OTC and therefore the Wal-Mart pharmacy would not fill it. So frustrating - but probably quite a bit cheaper.

So today I'm finally feeling better. Still somewhat itchy, but I no longer feel like I've got bugs under my skin. THAT was a horrible, creepy feeling.

Also - on Memorial Day, Hubby took Kiddo bowling. I know they had a good time and Kiddo actually beat Hubby on their first game!

Little Bit is finally getting the walking-thing down and can even get from a sitting position to a standing position all on her own, with out the support of something stable - like a wall or a chair or a parent. (Who am I kidding, I'm not stable!)

We're all doing alright!

TTFN

JMS

Friday, May 23, 2008

Family trip, minus Mom?

Hubby has mentioned, once or twice, his intent to take the kids to his mother’s house in VA for several days sometime in June or July. This prospect simultaneously excites, saddens, and worries me.

I’m excited because it is an opportunity for Hubby to spend time with his mother and also for the kids to spend some quality time with their Nani. GM lives in a tiny little town. There is a good park just around the corner, but as far as “things to do,” that about covers it. When I was up there with the kids just a couple of weeks ago, GM found a large, cardboard box, and Kiddo and Little Bit had a grand time playing in and around said box. If they both hadn’t been so difficult/sick while we were there, we might have had more fun...but as it was, the cardboard box, I think, was the highlight of the trip. Besides, of course, being able to see their Nani.

I’m also kind of excited because it will be an opportunity for me to get some work done around the house without the kids coming behind me and tearing everything up. Maybe after several days I can actually make some significant progress. And maybe get some real rest, too.

It saddens me because I’ll miss them terribly. I have a difficult time when I am not able to hug my kids whenever I want to. Both of my kids are great huggers. If I ask Kiddo to give me a big bear hug, he slings his arms around my neck, wraps his little legs around my middle and squeezes with all his 4-year-old might. If I say to Little Bit, “Give me a hug,” she puts her little arms around my neck, puts her sweet head down on my shoulder and kicks her legs in an, “I’m giving my Mommy a hug!” kind of way. This is not to mention that I will be sad not to see my husband every day.

And it worries me, because, what if something were to happen to them? What would I do? How would I continue to exist without my family? It’s not that I don’t think Hubby isn’t a safe driver or that he can handle the kids, because I know he can; he does it every day. But I worry about other drivers on the road and their stupidity. I also worry about the car. Will it be safe? Will it make the trip without breaking down and leaving my family stranded and vulnerable?

I hate being such a worry-wart...but I can’t help it.

Anyway...

Here are a couple pictures Hubby took yesterday of the kids playing at the park near our house. Apparently, Little Bit had a blast hanging out in the tunnel. Kiddo always has a good time at the park.



TTFN

JMS

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Wipes: For Baby's Amusement (and other thoughts)

Last night (...ok, really sometime very early this morning...) Little Bit woke up needing to be changed and wanting a bottle. I made her a bottle and then proceeded to do a quick diaper swap right there in her crib. Baby rule #876: Never wake up a tired baby more than she already is. Less jostling, more sleeping. Hence the reason for the change in the crib. She fell back to sleep before I was even finished with her! Fast forward to 7:45 AM today. Hubby just called me to ask why there was a pack of wipes in her crib. Apparently, my fuzzy, 3AM sleep-addled brain forgot to grab the pack of wipes out of the crib and when Little Bit woke up this morning, she found them. He says there were wipes everywhere. While I find this terribly amusing, Hubby, unfortunately, cannot see the humor of the situation. Hubby also says that Kiddo is screaming at him, but at the moment I don't know why. I'm sure I'll find out later, though. I guess I just find this whole thing funny because I'm at work and not at home suffering through the clean up and the screaming. Hubby does such a good job. It's really no wonder both the kids prefer their daddy. Kiddo spent the majority of his evening last night in his room with instructions to pick up his toys. This he did not do, even with the understanding that he did not get to go outside to play until the toys were put away. He really didn't want to eat his dinner, but eventually got enough ingested to satisfy me. Then, because he was a screaming, melt-down, didn't-take-a-nap-today mess, he went to bed at 7PM. No outside. No TV. Just bed. He fought me for approximately five minutes before he succumbed to the soft blankets and was snoring like a champ. Little Bit went to bed without incident, too. So, instead of finishing the laundry (as I had intended to do), I put on the SciFi channel and watched Ghost Hunters. Creepy stuff. Almost enough to make me want to sleep with the lights on last night. But I'm a big girl and managed to console myself that my house is not haunted and that the fickle street lamp outside our bedroom window provided enough light to see through the entire house! I did make it a point to go to bed at the same time Hubby did, though. And don't think that I didn't hear about that. On a side note: I don't know how we can expect Kiddo to keep his room picked up if we don't pick up the rest of the house. He's learning from two admittedly lazy people that housework is hard and therefore just not worth doing. Of course, that's not really the truth, but tell that to a 4-year old. Anyway - I guess that's it for today. I've got several more things I want to say, but I'd be going on forever and I suppose no one really wants to hear it anyway. (Hey, AC! I hope and pray you're feeling better.) TTFN JMS

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My baby looks like me!!! (Sometimes)

Even though sometimes I look at both of my kids and wonder where they came from, I still occasionally see myself in them. I've got to find and post a picture of me at Little Bit's age.

It's been a busy, busy day. I'll try to post more tomorrow.

TTFN
JMS

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Paper Clip Mystery

Where do all the paper clips go? Yes, stupid question, I realize this – especially where there are so many other subjects to write about – but I honestly want to know the answer to this question. See, I have a drawer in my desk with a neat little organizer...uh...thingy...that keeps my paper clips, my “sign here” flags, my sticky notes (generic notes, not brand name expensive I-can’t-believe-I-just-spent-$10-on-funny-little-square-pads-of-paper notes), spare change, correct-O-tape, band-aids, chap stick, and a few other carefully selected odds-and-ends. I seem to go through paper clips very quickly and I cannot, for the life of me, figure out where they all go! I never get any of them back and I know my boss doesn’t have them, because, well...he’s not here anymore. When the Lovely Ladies of HR cleaned out his office, the few extra supplies they handed me did not include one, single, solitary, paper clip. So I know they are not in there. Is it like the mystery of the missing socks? Do they just disappear to some unknown, alternate universe? Has some avid paper clip collector, somewhere in the world, convinced people to send him (or her) all the loose paper clips they can find? Does someone have an extraordinarily long paper clip chain? What am I missing? Can someone please clue me in? Although, I guess since most generic paper clips cost about five cents for a box of 100...we’re (the company, I mean) not out that much money. Still... TTFN JMS

Friday, May 16, 2008

Much better today! Yay me!

Yesterday, Dr. Chiropractor was able to get that pesky disk back in place with his amazing little activator thingy, and then I spent 10 minutes bouncing on one of those huge exercise balls. The theory is that the bouncing is a gentle way to separate the disks and allow more blood (as Dr. Chiropractor put it, “Juice,”) to flow in there and get the disk hydrated again. I guess it must have done the trick. Although, my spine aside, now I want one of those balls for work so I can sit on it at my desk. I think that would be keen! Oh, and comfortable, too! But I would need to get a note from Dr. Chiropractor first, and then run it all by Human Resources, before I could actually do that. Otherwise, I’m on an organizational kick at home. I started with one kitchen cabinet on Tuesday, did another cabinet on Wednesday, and last night spent an hour in Wally-World looking for plastic storage containers for things like cereal, pasta, crackers etc... I want all those boxes that take up so much space gone. I’m excited about the prospect of having a kitchen (and eventually house) that looks like something from an HGTV show. (Yes, I am addicted to HGTV. Hubby says that the HGTV logo will be permanently burned into the lower right corner of our television screen.) And, now that my back is on the mend, I can do more. My plea for assistance with the kids for Saturday was answered by my friend EB. Thanks, EB!!! You don’t know how much better your offer to help made me feel. It was honestly a huge relief to know that someone would be able to help out with the kids...just in case. Of course, she and I haven’t finalized details yet, which is probably a good thing, because now that I feel better physically, I’m not so concerned about my ability to take care of my kiddos. EB, you’re still welcome to come (I’d certainly love to see you and Baby M,) but I’m not desperate for help anymore. Take that as you will. Kiddo and Little Bit both went to the Dr. Pediatrician yesterday. They’ve both not been feeling well for a week or so, and though Hubby and I were not really worried, the baby kept spiking a fever and Kiddo has continued to cough – both have had stomach issues, but I’ll spare you the runny details! :) Dr. Pediatrician said that they were both OK. Keep giving them fluids and if they start to show signs of distress (not eating, not evacuating normally, high temps, etc...) then to bring them back. On a side-note: Kiddo weighs about 32lbs and Little Bit weighs 22lbs. Remember, he’s 4 and she’s 14 months. She’s going to catch up with him quickly, weight-wise, and then the wrestling will begin. I predict our girl’s going to be the clear winner. Hubby is doing OK. His sadness comes and goes, and comes most especially when an expression of sympathy comes his way, but he’s holding up. I guess that’s all I’ve got! TTFN JMS

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Ouchy!!!

I've managed to injure my back. Don't know how, but I can barely walk. Seeing Dr. Chiropractor again today, but after yesterdays fiasco (I couldn't get off the table and I cried) I wonder if today will be any different. He couldn't do anything for me yesterday, really, because my back is, "...too inflamed," but he handed me an enormous gel-ice pack and told me, "20 minutes, once an hour." Hasn't really seemed to do much except make my lower back numb. I'm walking around my office (yes, I am at work) like Quasimodo fielding "What have you done?" questions left and right. I just smile and say, "Oh, it's nothing...I hurt my back." Frankly, I don't want to talk about it. I don't know what I've done. It could have been any one of a hundred things I did on Monday (yep, it happened on Monday) or, it could have been nothing. With my back, you never know. I've hobbled around like this pretty regularly since I was 16...so this is nothing new...but the pain doesn't change. This whole thing has made me generally grumpy and I'm concerned about being by myself with my kids on Saturday while Hubby is at work. I think I might need to find someone who can come "help". You know, be there just in case I have problems. I can't lift Little Bit right now as it is and I certainly couldn't lift Kiddo if I needed to. I'm hoping that today's visit to Dr. Chiropractor will be productive, that it will not involve getting stuck on the table, and most definitely that it will not involve tears. I hate to cry like that. 'Nuff. TTFN JMS

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Oh! And one more thing...

I got a new digital camera for Mother's Day! I'm SO excited I can hardly contain myself! It's a Kodak HD Video 5X with 12 mega pixels and all kids of fun options I haven't even begun to touch yet! It takes some wicked pictures though!

My old digital (the one C and her mom gave me after Kiddo was born) was still working just fine, but Hubby decided that because I love using it so much, he should get me one that took a better quality picture. I think I'll pass the old one down to Hubby and let him use it for whatever...
Thanks Hubby! I just love this thing!
Here are a few photos taken with the new camera!

(Hubby, Kiddo, Little Bit and Dog)


(The rhododendron in our yard)
(Little Bit munching on Cheerios)
(Kiddo...aka Bat Man)

Don't foget to read the earlier post from today that is below this one...!

TTFN

JMS

"Let me 'splain... No, there is too much...let me sum up."

There’s too much to say about everything that has gone on over the last few days – so I’ll highlight the stuff that sticks out in my mind.

  • I’m told my Father-in-Law’s funeral was lovely. I caught about 5% of it because I spent most of that night dealing with our dear little daughter who screamed the entire time. Screamed! Angry I-want-to-get-down-and-do-it-all-myself-and-nothing-you-can-do-will-stop-me screaming. She was tired and out of her element and so was a complete terror the entire time. Needless-to-say I removed her bodily from the quiet funeral so it could go on without interruption.
  • The graveside service was also lovely, but very emotional for me and for everyone there. Little Bit was better, though still not content to sit quietly through the service. Cousin J and her husband took Little Bit and entertained her by tickling her with red rose petals. The VFW Honor Guard was there to salute and the gentleman who played Taps on the bugle didn’t really play it – he held the instrument to his lips and pressed “play” on the contraption sitting inconspicuously inside it. The tune came out without a warble. One of the Guards nearly killed himself, and Father-in-Law’s grieving wife, by tripping over the Astroturf, but he caught himself. He then hugged the folded flag to his chest, prayed over it, and passed it along with proper reverence. It was a very touching, lovely service.
  • Hubby and his two sisters spent Saturday up on Roan Mountain in NC saying their goodbye’s to their father. Roan Mountain was a special place to their dad, and they thought it was a good place to let him go. I’m very glad they were able to spend some time together, just the three of them, to say goodbye to their dad the way he would have wanted them to. I think this makes me more emotional than anything else.
  • While Hubby and his sisters were communing with nature and paying their last respects to their father, I took the kids to visit their grandmother in Virginia. Kiddo spent most of the day sick – and even threw up in the car on the way there. Needless-to-say he was not a happy camper. Neither was Little Bit, who spent most of that day grouching about everything. I probably would have stayed up there longer, but I was so frazzled by the time I left, with Kiddo being sick and Little Bit complaining the whole day, that I left there around four and drove back to Sister-in-Law’s house.
  • On Sunday, Sister-in-Law took me to Cracker Barrel for Mother’s Day Breakfast, just the two of us. It was a lovely, quiet morning. We stopped at a yard sale (yes, on Sunday) on the way back home and bought lots of clothes for Little Bit and a couple of other things. Spent $18.00 and got lots of stuff!
  • We drove back home on Sunday evening amid a terrible wind/rain storm. I expected to come back home and find our new house crushed by the huge tree in our side yard, but aside from a few good-size sticks scattered around, the house escaped unscathed.
  • Yesterday Hubby ran some errands and then went out looking at cars while I stayed home with the babies. Again, Kiddo was sick (other end, this time) and Little Bit refused to let me put her down even for a second and so when Hubby got home, I was not a happy camper.
  • Now, I’ve managed to injure my lower back somehow and though I’m back in the quiet of my office, I am having some difficulty getting around.

So that about sums it up. I know it’s still quite a lot, but if you only knew the things I DIDN’T write about... Thanks to everyone who has passed along kind words, thoughts, and prayers to Hubby and our family. TTFN

JMS

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Words from the heart

As tough as last night was for me, it was even tougher for Hubby. He said that the death of his father still seems so unreal. He said that after he left his sister’s house on Monday night, he thought, “Oh, I need to call dad,” and then realized he couldn’t. He said that he still thinks his father might be just hanging around at home or something, that the reality of it is still so foreign. I understand those words more than he knows. To this day, almost 19 years later, I still occasionally think of something I need to tell my mother. I think, "Oh, I need to call mom," and then realize I can't. Just a couple years ago I even had the phone in my hand, and then realized I didn't know the number to Heaven. I can’t say anything to him (or to his sweet family) that would make this feel better. There are no words of condolences that can make the loss of a beloved parent tolerable. As Hubby lay on the couch with his head resting on my lap, deep into his own personal sadness, many phrases came to my head that I didn’t voice. “He’s in a better place now.” “I know how you feel.” “He’s not in pain anymore.” “Can I help you?” “Do you need anything?” “I’m here if you need me.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “I know how you feel.” “I know how you feel,” floated through my head several times, and I believe it to be the worst thing I could have said, because it’s not true. Well, in a way it is true, because I, too, have lost a parent. (Two parents, actually, if you consider my adoptive father who passed away 5 years ago May 19th.) I know the emptiness that surrounds you. The distance you feel from your every-day life. The void which seems to stretch for miles between you, and whatever is going on around you. The anger you feel toward people who, though they mean well, express their sympathy for your loss. I know all these things, but also know that saying them to a grieving person does not make what they are feeling any better. I also know that each person deals with this type of loss differently and that it’s better to let them grieve at their own pace and to let them guide you as to the right time to talk about things. So I said nothing and just let him grieve. I do so wish I could say something that would help. It was hard for me to back off like that. I feel a compulsion to fill the sad silence with words. I know this about myself, and it didn't make not saying anything easier, but I did it. I hope he, and his family, know that my not saying anything isn't because I don't have anything to say, but because I have too much to say and nothing seems appropriate. I’m not looking forward to the upcoming funeral and graveside services – mainly because I know I will cry through the entire thing – but I also know that Hubby and his family aren’t looking forward to it any more than I am and that this isn’t about me. My job is to take care of the kids, and be a means of emotional support to my husband, and his family. I feel like I’ve written more than I can handle (and probably more than anyone else can handle) and I’m not sure if I have made any sense but I needed to get it off my chest. My grief is also real because I loved my Father-in-Law, too. TTFN JMS

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Chaos & Sadness

It has been a not-so-good weekend. I went to Greenville, SC to visit SM – which was good, except she wasn’t feeling very well. First of all, Kiddo fell down and scraped himself up pretty good. He was in full-on four-year-old flirt-mode trying to get SM’s neighbor AS (tall pretty blonde lady) to watch how fast he could run. He was so busy making sure AS was watching him, the he wasn’t watching where he was going and the concrete sidewalk tripped him up. He went down – SPLAT! – and knocked his head, scraped up the side of his left hand and maybe, possibly broke his left little finger (...he won’t let us touch it to see, but he can bend it a little so maybe not...), got a good scrape on his right elbow and skinned both of his knees. That was 30 minutes of screaming while trying to calm him down, ice his noggin, staunch the bleeding hand, and bandage all. Secondly, before and after Kiddo’s fall, he was a complete butt-head all weekend. He refused to do anything anyone asked him to do and went deaf as a post because he was fixed to the TV the whole weekend. He watched more TV this weekend than I think he’s watched in his whole four years. This is due to the fact that SM keeps her TV on 24-7...and the volume cranked up all the way. Little Bit was golden all weekend – not one problem. Kiddo, on the other hand, was in trouble the entire time. I’m not even going to go into the issues we had about trying to get him to go potty before we left for the 4.5 hour drive home. Suffice it to say, I said to him, “You’re lucky I’m not a mean mommy, or I’d beat you to a pulp, bud.” AS, from the other room said, “Go ahead! We don’t know nothin’!” Then, as we’re in the car all packed and ready to leave, I reach into my purse to get my phone so I can call Hubby to let him know we’re headed home, the phone starts ringing in my hand. It’s Hubby, calling to say that his father just passed. I immediately started crying, sobbing, and Kiddo was in the back asking me what was wrong, and Little Bit was “talking” in her sweet, baby way and SM & AS were trying to talk to me and ask me what was going on. Chaos. Sadness. So I drove to Kingsport instead of Knoxville which was only about a 2 hour drive to meet up with Hubby and his family. We had a very sad dinner. I’m so sorry for Hubby and all his family. I can’t even begin to express to them how well I understand their feelings. I remember, though, how angry I was with people who said, “I know how you feel,” after my mom died. I do know how they feel, but I can express my sadness and sympathy for them in other ways. I left the kids with Hubby in Kingsport, because I had to work on Monday and they had a meeting with the funeral home. It was right about 8PM when I left Kingsport and drove slowly and carefully back home. I arrived at 10PM and planned to go directly to bed, but couldn’t shut down enough to actually sleep. So I did laundry (of course) and half-heartedly watched Empire Records which I found while randomly searching the DirecTV guide, checked email (work and personal), thought about calling SM but knew it was (by now) almost 1AM and a phone call from me at that time would only serve to scare her, and then finally got into bed and to sleep around 2:30AM. I woke up (*BING*) at 4:30ish and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I got up. I could go on ‘cause there’s so much more...that was only through Monday morning...but I won’t. I’m sure no one wants to really read all about my woes. But you know me – I’ve got to write ‘em anyway. TTFN JMS

Friday, May 02, 2008

“Why I oughtta...!”

On Wednesday, I came home from work to find that Kiddo had a splinter in the side of his right hand. He told me he just wanted his body to take care of it. (?) I suggested to him that because it looked kind of red, maybe we should try to get it out so it didn’t get infected. This was exactly the wrong thing to say. He fought me tooth and nail, screaming at the top of his lungs like we were trying to kill him, until Hubby had the foresight to wrap him up in a towel with just the one hand sticking out. (Just as one might wrap up a thrashing cat who knows he’s about to get dumped in a carrier and taken to the vet – to avoid injury to both self, and cat.) This idea was good, in theory, but in reality Hubby still had to sit on top of him to hold him down so I could pluck the splinter out. The actual “operation” took 30 seconds and “Ping!” out came the splinter. Though still whimpering and teary-eyed, Kiddo said to me, “Oh...that wasn’t too bad!” TTFN JMS

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Wait, I'm not Oz!



I didn't have this to post it on Admin's Day (4/23) but I have it now and had to share. My wonderful Mother-in-Law knows me so well. I think I need to frame this and put it on my desk for all to see. It certainly does set one apart. I've always wanted to be called great, powerful, and all-seeing! (Thanks, MIL! Love you dearly!)

TTFN
JMS

(Yep - that's all I've got today. What? Isn't it enough?)