For several years now, i think it started in 04 when Hubs deployed the first time, i stay up too late for me to function well as early as my kids need me to, no matter how tired i am, I can't go to sleep early. So, I'm sitting in bed, hunched over my laptop, feet together, knees bent with my left leg asleep. Wondering how i can eat so much and not feel satisfied. I swear i ate everything in the house at least once today, except cereal, and then also ate lunch out. PMS?? no clue!
So, I sit here and wonder if my lack of sleep, coincides with the lack of weight loss, the excessive hunger, or am i just a lazy blimp who likes to eat? Eh, who knows.
So, I get to look forward to another deployment. not fun. They suck, but i understand them. Poor hubs, is just worried that our daughter, who had the last year with daddy, will feel like she's been abandoned. I told him that as long as he calls and makes her another video before he leaves and spends as much time as possible with her now, that she wont' feel like that. Aric will get his own video too, and he'll go his first year watching that as Lizzie did her first year, and they will both love him and feel he's there for them.
Kids are amazing!! They process things so much different than we do. My daughter loves the "yardagins" and "Diego" and "dorda" and "bootds".
But when he was deployed the first time, i'd play his video of him talking to her and reading to her, so when he came home after she was 1, she knew him when he came home and acted as though he had been there the whole time. For me, it was one of the longest years of my life. Kids are awesome.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
its only the wind.
woke up to a major windstorm, we had one beautiful day around 60 degrees!! All the snow had melted and it was beautiful. today it was windy, not just the wind blowing, but the wind howling and blowing everything all over the place. Today was, of course, trash day as well. Did you know that wind + trash cans at every house = one horrid mess? Well, after hubby went to work, i looked out side and one of the gusts (50+) had just hit and the trashcan was on the ground, so i went outside to pick it up, 99% of the trashcans on our street were not only down, but open and all over the place. So, i had a brilliant thought, I'll pull it to the house and find something to secure it to the tree, so mine doesn't throw dirty diapers all over the neighborhood.
As i put my plan into motion, I'm dragging it to the garage door, another wind gust comes up, hits the can just right and blows the lid up, let me paint you a picture. I'm out there in a pair of pj's with a jacket and slippers on it. its one of those 30+gallon trash cans with the lid attached that reclines back on one wheel to move it around. the wind picks up the lid at speeds way to fast for someone, and the lid comes back and smacks me in the face! not just in my face, but my nose and glasses, slams the glasses into my bridge on my nose and slams my nose to my face. I was in shock for a minute, just thinking what the heck had just happened?? I want to cry, but want to make sure that it doesn't happen again, so i move it against the house, grabbing my face saying aaaaahhhhhhh!!!
I keep waiting for the blood, i just knew it was broken and i was going to look like Marsha Brady from the brady bunch movie and really draw attention to my face. people were going to snicker at me and point, ugh. I quickly found a bungee cord, which of course, was 4 inches too small for me to reach around the tree in the front yard, thought i had it one time, but alas, the bungee cord came around that tree at the speed of light and hit me in the arm!! Once again, what the heck!! ugh, so i run back in the house grab the cat leash and tie it and the bungee to the tree and the can. Success!! Now to tend to what has to be my deformed nose.
I look in the mirror, hmm, just a little swollen, touch it, YEOUCH! no blood though. ok.. hmm, wow, what a migraine just now!! ugh and why am i nauseated?? So, i go to my go to people for info my Spunky Moms! They advised me to at least to call, then posted the info for a concussion. Okay, so i have a few of those symptoms, so i called the line, had to leave a message for an advice nurse, and waited for them to call me back, getting shakier and more nauseous every second.
When they called back, they basically said, lets get the info, answer these questions and based on your answers, you either go to the ER or to the acute care clinic. Great! now to call hubby. By the time i got through to him, they had given me an appt for a half hour later to be seen. Long story short, just a contusion, not a cuncussion, here's a shot of phenergrin for the nausea, go sleep it off. whoopee. lol.
3 hours later, i am still lightheaded, my neck and back are sore, my nose hurts at the bridge and i feel icky, but happy i could sleep!.
As i put my plan into motion, I'm dragging it to the garage door, another wind gust comes up, hits the can just right and blows the lid up, let me paint you a picture. I'm out there in a pair of pj's with a jacket and slippers on it. its one of those 30+gallon trash cans with the lid attached that reclines back on one wheel to move it around. the wind picks up the lid at speeds way to fast for someone, and the lid comes back and smacks me in the face! not just in my face, but my nose and glasses, slams the glasses into my bridge on my nose and slams my nose to my face. I was in shock for a minute, just thinking what the heck had just happened?? I want to cry, but want to make sure that it doesn't happen again, so i move it against the house, grabbing my face saying aaaaahhhhhhh!!!
I keep waiting for the blood, i just knew it was broken and i was going to look like Marsha Brady from the brady bunch movie and really draw attention to my face. people were going to snicker at me and point, ugh. I quickly found a bungee cord, which of course, was 4 inches too small for me to reach around the tree in the front yard, thought i had it one time, but alas, the bungee cord came around that tree at the speed of light and hit me in the arm!! Once again, what the heck!! ugh, so i run back in the house grab the cat leash and tie it and the bungee to the tree and the can. Success!! Now to tend to what has to be my deformed nose.
I look in the mirror, hmm, just a little swollen, touch it, YEOUCH! no blood though. ok.. hmm, wow, what a migraine just now!! ugh and why am i nauseated?? So, i go to my go to people for info my Spunky Moms! They advised me to at least to call, then posted the info for a concussion. Okay, so i have a few of those symptoms, so i called the line, had to leave a message for an advice nurse, and waited for them to call me back, getting shakier and more nauseous every second.
When they called back, they basically said, lets get the info, answer these questions and based on your answers, you either go to the ER or to the acute care clinic. Great! now to call hubby. By the time i got through to him, they had given me an appt for a half hour later to be seen. Long story short, just a contusion, not a cuncussion, here's a shot of phenergrin for the nausea, go sleep it off. whoopee. lol.
3 hours later, i am still lightheaded, my neck and back are sore, my nose hurts at the bridge and i feel icky, but happy i could sleep!.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Happy New Year!
So, a new year is upon us already. Hopefully this early morning isn't a preview of things to come!
Once again, i fell asleep last night not turning anything off. TV was on and so was the computer when i was awoken to a wail. Little Aric, like any 3 month old says hey, there is nothing in my mouth, that's just not right! So I jump out of bed, praying i don't' stub my toe on anything as i race to his room, hoping he doesn't wake his sisters or his dad. I put the passi in his mouth, give his cute little cheek a rub, turn on his aquarium with music, and walk out of the room, I get back to my bed, and WAHHHHHH, again... I make it back to his bed give him the passi, placing his burp cloth just so, holding it in its place, and wait. all is peaceful and quiet, so i sneak back to my room, only to hear him rooting for it on the monitor.. *sigh* I have this for about a 15 minute stretch.. Then, i go to the bathroom, only to hear him peeved as all get out, except I'm stuck in the bathroom.. I hurry as fast as i can, and help him with the lovely passi that I didn't want either of my kids to need, and head back to bed.
So, he is finally back to sleep and, of course, NOW its Lizzie's turn.. I sneak in her room, tell her I'll get her some milk, NOOOOOO, then begins a crying medley that is sure to wake the whole house! I tell her I'm getting her some milk, and she's going back to sleep, which gives me another NOOOOO with a wail. I mostly close her door behind me, go grab some pants to make it to the freezer section of the house to get my little early riser a milk. I am hoping to save a precious hour of rest or two. So, i get back upstairs and she's lying on her Dora pillow waiting quietly and patiently for her milk. I give it to her, cover her up with her Dora blanket, hand her her big pillow like Dora and walk out of her room, closing the door going back to bed with a sigh of relief.
Which of course is short lived. I gave a toddler a cup of COLD milk, what did i expect??
Once again, i fell asleep last night not turning anything off. TV was on and so was the computer when i was awoken to a wail. Little Aric, like any 3 month old says hey, there is nothing in my mouth, that's just not right! So I jump out of bed, praying i don't' stub my toe on anything as i race to his room, hoping he doesn't wake his sisters or his dad. I put the passi in his mouth, give his cute little cheek a rub, turn on his aquarium with music, and walk out of the room, I get back to my bed, and WAHHHHHH, again... I make it back to his bed give him the passi, placing his burp cloth just so, holding it in its place, and wait. all is peaceful and quiet, so i sneak back to my room, only to hear him rooting for it on the monitor.. *sigh* I have this for about a 15 minute stretch.. Then, i go to the bathroom, only to hear him peeved as all get out, except I'm stuck in the bathroom.. I hurry as fast as i can, and help him with the lovely passi that I didn't want either of my kids to need, and head back to bed.
So, he is finally back to sleep and, of course, NOW its Lizzie's turn.. I sneak in her room, tell her I'll get her some milk, NOOOOOO, then begins a crying medley that is sure to wake the whole house! I tell her I'm getting her some milk, and she's going back to sleep, which gives me another NOOOOO with a wail. I mostly close her door behind me, go grab some pants to make it to the freezer section of the house to get my little early riser a milk. I am hoping to save a precious hour of rest or two. So, i get back upstairs and she's lying on her Dora pillow waiting quietly and patiently for her milk. I give it to her, cover her up with her Dora blanket, hand her her big pillow like Dora and walk out of her room, closing the door going back to bed with a sigh of relief.
Which of course is short lived. I gave a toddler a cup of COLD milk, what did i expect??
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tests
Today, well, when i finally go to sleep and wake up, is the date for the Sweat test. Very daunting for a 3 month old to have to have a test for a bigger persons problem. yes, i know, if he has it, he has it, but its still alot on his, now very chubby, shoulders.
I found myself crying today. Just nothing at all I can do about it. period. So, i do what i can, i push forward and pray for the best. I put him in God's more than capable hands and trust. Trust that my only son is fine. Trust that i can hold up under the pressure. Believe that God will hold me up. I know he will. Heck, i WAS that kid who had test after test after test on, only to have the docs tell my mom that my prognosis wasn't good, I wouldn't' survive. So, I suppose, why should i think I'm above that? Sometimes, we're allowed to go through the crap so we can have the blessings.
We all have our tests of some sort. All of them impact, some just a little bit more. Sometimes we forget that we're not here just to look out and worry about ourselves, so we get a kick in the butt in the form of a test. Some days, i wonder, if I'm haveing a test right now, how would i score?
I found myself crying today. Just nothing at all I can do about it. period. So, i do what i can, i push forward and pray for the best. I put him in God's more than capable hands and trust. Trust that my only son is fine. Trust that i can hold up under the pressure. Believe that God will hold me up. I know he will. Heck, i WAS that kid who had test after test after test on, only to have the docs tell my mom that my prognosis wasn't good, I wouldn't' survive. So, I suppose, why should i think I'm above that? Sometimes, we're allowed to go through the crap so we can have the blessings.
We all have our tests of some sort. All of them impact, some just a little bit more. Sometimes we forget that we're not here just to look out and worry about ourselves, so we get a kick in the butt in the form of a test. Some days, i wonder, if I'm haveing a test right now, how would i score?
Monday, December 17, 2007
My Cats
Cats are the oddest creatures. you don't' see them all day long, then suddenly bam, you're sleeping and they're in your face, on your legs, in your lap, or any other million of ways they can be a bother to you when you're trying to sleep.
Mine used to sleep on my head when they were babies, but one is 16lbs and the other is 12lbs. that's a lot of weight on your head.
Taz, the male, loved to "give biscuits" in my hair when he was a baby, and i swear he tried sucking on my hair. I'd wake up in the morning and i would have the biggest rats nest in my hair, and it just a little damp. Angel, my female, liked to snuggle at my back close as she could get, and when i would wake up in the morning, i was so terrified that she was squished or smothered, but she just slept really deep.
they turned 7 this year. they've mellowed out some, but they have their moments when you think they are still kittens. When Angel was little she'd suddenly have this burst of energy and fly all over the house, run up the curtains and touch the vaulted ceiling and be fine. Taz would suddenly spaz and turn around quick and see where he was just sitting at, then do it again, and again and again, like he had sat on something that poked him. lol. Such characters!
Mine used to sleep on my head when they were babies, but one is 16lbs and the other is 12lbs. that's a lot of weight on your head.
Taz, the male, loved to "give biscuits" in my hair when he was a baby, and i swear he tried sucking on my hair. I'd wake up in the morning and i would have the biggest rats nest in my hair, and it just a little damp. Angel, my female, liked to snuggle at my back close as she could get, and when i would wake up in the morning, i was so terrified that she was squished or smothered, but she just slept really deep.
they turned 7 this year. they've mellowed out some, but they have their moments when you think they are still kittens. When Angel was little she'd suddenly have this burst of energy and fly all over the house, run up the curtains and touch the vaulted ceiling and be fine. Taz would suddenly spaz and turn around quick and see where he was just sitting at, then do it again, and again and again, like he had sat on something that poked him. lol. Such characters!
SNOW and other things
Okay, so yes, I live UP north.. Yes, WAY up north. But i am not from here, and i am NOT, i repeat, not a fan of snow. its cold, its wet, and gets everywhere. the chill gets to your bone. blah. Add kids to that and bam, its a recipe for freezing something off.
My little lady's birthday is today. since i already wrote on it, i wont' say much about it, but that people suck.. Our neighbors were supposed to come over to celebrate with us and not only didn't they show, but they didn't' call either, so after I made the time to fit their schedule (Friday night!) and ordered 30 dollars worth of pizza, they didn't call, walk over or anything to let us know they changed their mind from yesterday and were now, in fact, not coming. Talk about glad your kid is too young to understand!! I was highly upset and sad that her 2nd birthday was just ruined. But, since she had no clue, i wasn't going to change anything i was going to do (except the game playing, since Kevin is just not into games at all). She had a blast, and with just a few breakdowns, like when she had to stop playing with her new toys to eat her cake, or blow out her candles, it was a success.
I love to sew, i finally have been sewing lately. And i sold some bibs!! I'm so excited!! I am making someone else some aprons, so i guess i sold them too! yay! I make blankets, all kinds, from the "cheating(easy) ones" of fleece to the quilts, I can make outfits, bibs, aprons, gift bags, etc. I love to sew and make things for people that appreciate it. And if someone wants to buy it, then woot woot to that too!
As i sit here first thing in the morning, sponge bob on the TV, yes, sponge bob, i realize how blessed i am with everything. 2 gorgeous kids, a wonderful hubby, 2 sweet kitties, a place to live, heat, food in the fridge. Thank God for blessings!
My little lady's birthday is today. since i already wrote on it, i wont' say much about it, but that people suck.. Our neighbors were supposed to come over to celebrate with us and not only didn't they show, but they didn't' call either, so after I made the time to fit their schedule (Friday night!) and ordered 30 dollars worth of pizza, they didn't call, walk over or anything to let us know they changed their mind from yesterday and were now, in fact, not coming. Talk about glad your kid is too young to understand!! I was highly upset and sad that her 2nd birthday was just ruined. But, since she had no clue, i wasn't going to change anything i was going to do (except the game playing, since Kevin is just not into games at all). She had a blast, and with just a few breakdowns, like when she had to stop playing with her new toys to eat her cake, or blow out her candles, it was a success.
I love to sew, i finally have been sewing lately. And i sold some bibs!! I'm so excited!! I am making someone else some aprons, so i guess i sold them too! yay! I make blankets, all kinds, from the "cheating(easy) ones" of fleece to the quilts, I can make outfits, bibs, aprons, gift bags, etc. I love to sew and make things for people that appreciate it. And if someone wants to buy it, then woot woot to that too!
As i sit here first thing in the morning, sponge bob on the TV, yes, sponge bob, i realize how blessed i am with everything. 2 gorgeous kids, a wonderful hubby, 2 sweet kitties, a place to live, heat, food in the fridge. Thank God for blessings!
Friday, December 14, 2007
My little Lizzie turning 2
Tonight is my daughters 2nd birthday party. I can't believe it.. time is flying. Her actual birthday isn't' until Monday, but its close enough. wow.. Seems so unreal... almost like i closed my eyes to blink or to breathe and BAM! she grew another year. She's so smart and just a little firecracker... a live wire.. She'll wear you out in a New York Minute and you never saw it coming.. I just love her to death, regardless of her running me ragged at every twist and turn or whether she tests me and tries me with every blink of her beautiful eyes.
I feel so blessed to have her and her brother. They are definitely answered prayers, and even though i have to remind myself of that at times, i really am thankful and love them so much.
Now, if the weather would just warm up, I'd be truly happy, he he.
I feel so blessed to have her and her brother. They are definitely answered prayers, and even though i have to remind myself of that at times, i really am thankful and love them so much.
Now, if the weather would just warm up, I'd be truly happy, he he.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
My first blog
I haven't written in what seems like forever. I used to write every single day. I have a few unfinished novels, which I still plan to finish, as soon as i can get motivated to do something other than surf my two favorite sites.
My name is Callie and I'm a mom of two. They are the lights of my life and just plain miracles. Lizzie is almost 2 and Aric is almost 3 months. I am very thankful to my hubby Kevin for them. I have pretty much all that I've wanted since i was a small child (minus the novels finished) I am a stay at home mom, i have a son and i have a daughter. And the most wonderful man in the world. Sexy, gorgeous and just a sweetie. The most sexy eyes you could just fall into. *sigh*
We met one night at a bowling alley, one of those cosmic bowling nights, where they turn the lights off and turn the blacklights on. Pretty much from the moment i laid my eyes on him, i was hooked. Just couldnt 'believe he was interested in me at all. I mean, I was divorced, living at home and just (in my eyes) nothing special. He made me feel special and loved.
A few months (YES, 4 to be exact) we were married and the military moved us from KY to Germany.. more on that later, then to NC.. later as well, and now we are in NY.
NY.. not what i expected at all. Kind of hustle and bustle, but on a smaller scale. Everyone so far has kept to themself, i'm slowly making friends. Mainly farmlands around us. We are WAAAY up north, just 30 miles to Canada. Got our first snow around thanksgiving. Its cold, i'm over it. he he. Not sure what i expected being here, just not this. I knew the snow would come, and keep coming far into spring, but I dunno. I was determined to hate it, then determined to love it, then determined to put up iwth it, but now i'm just liek, eh, its ok.
I know one thing that's colored how I feel about it is i was pregnant when we moved here and had trouble with the OBs not wanting to see me here, insisting i travel an hour away to deliver there. One thing after another, and i finally gave in.
Now that he's here on the outside, i have to deal with a scarey newborn screening positive test result. Get a voice mail one day, Mrs. C, Aric's newborn screening came back and we need to discuss this with you. Well, i finally get someone to talk to me the next day, when they tell me that his newborn screening came back with a genetic mutation that is a marker for Cystic Fibrosis. We havent' told our families, hub's just not wanting them to worry i guess, but i hate not telling them. The sweat test is 2 days after christmas. Aric will be 3 months old then. They didnt' say at first, but finally told me a few weeks ago that the chances of him having it are like 4%, much better than just dropping a bomb in a moms lap and giving NO information, except that you can get seen for it in 2 months.
I haven't done much research on it, as you can get a lot of scarey info out there on the web, but the big "red flag" for it is failure to thrive... i dont' think my little man fits that category at all. He's almost doubled his birth weight, his 2 month appt showed that he was 13lbs 8oz and 23 inches long, 4 inches longer than at birth. Other than occasional eating too much, he's perfectly normal. Tries to hold his head up well, and has been for a month and a half(yes, really since 1 month old) pushes up with his legs, like he's trying to stand, gigles, coos and smiles. All the things a 2.5 month old should be doing. So, i'm worried, but not worried. He's my little miracle. And i trust and beleive that he's fine.
My name is Callie and I'm a mom of two. They are the lights of my life and just plain miracles. Lizzie is almost 2 and Aric is almost 3 months. I am very thankful to my hubby Kevin for them. I have pretty much all that I've wanted since i was a small child (minus the novels finished) I am a stay at home mom, i have a son and i have a daughter. And the most wonderful man in the world. Sexy, gorgeous and just a sweetie. The most sexy eyes you could just fall into. *sigh*
We met one night at a bowling alley, one of those cosmic bowling nights, where they turn the lights off and turn the blacklights on. Pretty much from the moment i laid my eyes on him, i was hooked. Just couldnt 'believe he was interested in me at all. I mean, I was divorced, living at home and just (in my eyes) nothing special. He made me feel special and loved.
A few months (YES, 4 to be exact) we were married and the military moved us from KY to Germany.. more on that later, then to NC.. later as well, and now we are in NY.
NY.. not what i expected at all. Kind of hustle and bustle, but on a smaller scale. Everyone so far has kept to themself, i'm slowly making friends. Mainly farmlands around us. We are WAAAY up north, just 30 miles to Canada. Got our first snow around thanksgiving. Its cold, i'm over it. he he. Not sure what i expected being here, just not this. I knew the snow would come, and keep coming far into spring, but I dunno. I was determined to hate it, then determined to love it, then determined to put up iwth it, but now i'm just liek, eh, its ok.
I know one thing that's colored how I feel about it is i was pregnant when we moved here and had trouble with the OBs not wanting to see me here, insisting i travel an hour away to deliver there. One thing after another, and i finally gave in.
Now that he's here on the outside, i have to deal with a scarey newborn screening positive test result. Get a voice mail one day, Mrs. C, Aric's newborn screening came back and we need to discuss this with you. Well, i finally get someone to talk to me the next day, when they tell me that his newborn screening came back with a genetic mutation that is a marker for Cystic Fibrosis. We havent' told our families, hub's just not wanting them to worry i guess, but i hate not telling them. The sweat test is 2 days after christmas. Aric will be 3 months old then. They didnt' say at first, but finally told me a few weeks ago that the chances of him having it are like 4%, much better than just dropping a bomb in a moms lap and giving NO information, except that you can get seen for it in 2 months.
I haven't done much research on it, as you can get a lot of scarey info out there on the web, but the big "red flag" for it is failure to thrive... i dont' think my little man fits that category at all. He's almost doubled his birth weight, his 2 month appt showed that he was 13lbs 8oz and 23 inches long, 4 inches longer than at birth. Other than occasional eating too much, he's perfectly normal. Tries to hold his head up well, and has been for a month and a half(yes, really since 1 month old) pushes up with his legs, like he's trying to stand, gigles, coos and smiles. All the things a 2.5 month old should be doing. So, i'm worried, but not worried. He's my little miracle. And i trust and beleive that he's fine.
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