Christmas presents

We received some excellent Christmas presents in the mail today from Matt and Camille. Hubby received a comic book with some very odd pictures in it. (I will leave it to your imagination) I got this really pretty gauzy shirt that fits! I must say my "girls" look really nice in it. teehee. And the best part is the presents for the girls...Bug got a sticker book, it's an activity book where you match the stickers to certain pages. Bug decided she would rather play dress up with the doll stickers she found in there. She is loving it. Goober got a book that comes with a dry erase marker so she is able to draw in her book. SHE LOVES IT! In fact when I told her it was time to put in away so we could go to Grandma's house tonight she freaked out. She had the biggest tantrum I have ever seen her have. I am talking I had to pry the pen out of her little hands, while avoiding getting ink all over my bed and our clothes. Then I had to get the book out of her hands. OY! I then picked her up to carry her out of the bedroom where she collapsed in my arms onto the ground and started crying so hard she was gagging herself. I then put up the baby gate, where she darted between my legs and tried to pry the gate down to get to the book that was sitting on my dresser. So, downstairs we went to get our shoes on where she bolted for the steps and I had to bust out her full name and threaten her with time out if she didn't listen...I counted to 3 and then put her in time out where she got up and ran to put her shoes on so she wouldn't be in trouble. She bawled and threw a fit for about 30 minutes, almost threw up a couple times from crying so hard....

So, what I am trying to say is...Thank you Matt and Camille for out presents so very cool that the baby would rather skip out in seeing Almighty Grandma to play with the present you got her. Hubby really likes my shirt and his book. Bug loves to play with the sticker book, not in the way intended, but that is okay because she is using her imagination. We love you both very much and cannot wait to get back at you when you have children...beware!

bug's wisdom

Mommy, where is your funny bone?

Near your elbow.

Oh, then where is your boring bone?

long blog

Merry post Christmas everyone! Sorry I haven't blogged in such a long time but nothing really has happened that is exciting. So I am going to update on what has happened to us...

Bug lost Kasey her princess pink poodle. I had called my local Italian restaurant where we eat out quite a bit and asked them if we could buy the PPP that they had in their vending machine. Well, they called me back and were very happy to help out. The managed to talk the vending machine vendor into giving us the poodle. So I told Bug that the people at Geppettos had found Kasey and wanted to know if wanted her back. Needless to say, she did. So off we went. It was very hard thinking fast enough. Bug wanted to know why Kasey was so clean(they washed her), then she wanted to know why she had a tag on her(so the people knew Bug owned her) and finally why wasn't she wearing her dress(you took it off so mommy could wash it remember?) After carefully thinking about all these new ideas the Kasey was declared found. Now remember that we had torn apart the house looking for the old Kasey. I was watching the news when Bug rounds the corner with two Kaseys in her hand. OH CRAP!! Wow, Bug you found two Kaseys. Where was she? In here she replies holding up her Tinkerbell lunchbox...The one place I didn't look at all. So now we have two Kaseys, Geppettos made a mistake and we called to see if it was okay to keep the new one...it was. So now she is very happy because we have two Kaseys.

Bug is doing great in school. She has started to pick up new words as well. Like sitting at the dinner table and she lets us know she heard a new word. We are all thinking it is something bad..."What does respectable mean...or what does tenacious mean?" If I thought my children would be normal, well, that has gone out the window.

Goober has been doing well. Her speech this last month has just exploded. She is 2 1/2 now and is talking so well. She is a horrid little tattle tail though. Her favorite is when you scold her and put her in time out..."YOU TOLD ME!" She doesn't like to be scolded. Or if Hubby calls her a nutjob..."Mommy, Daddy called me a nut job!" She tells on her stuffed animals, her pets, her sister...the snow....the list goes on. I just love seeing her speech develop. The only thing we are having a problem with is her colors. The girl can point out triangles, squares, circles and ovals. She can even match colors but ask her what a color is...nope, nothing, maybe it might be green. Heck she even can sing twinkle twinkle little star and the ABC song. She can tell you what most letters and numbers are...Colors are nothing! It is very frustrating.

I am sure I have more but my alone time is over so I will remember to blog later this week.

I LOVE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!

That was honestly the best concert I have ever been to! Not because I wasn't able to see with them when I was younger but because it really was. If I didn't have to work tomorrow I would be driving down to Portland to watch them again. I was expecting quite a bit...I hadn't listened to their new cd because I didn't want to have really high expectations. It was bad enough knowing all the lyrics from their old stuff. Their new stuff is awesome! I bought the cd on my way home. They look so comfortable on that stage. I was so glad that they were able to stage this comeback. This may make me sound like the biggest dork in the entire world but they still are my favorite group. It also helps that they have aged gracefully in the last 15 years...SIGH...
My family is making fun of me cause I am typing this wearing my concert shirt and listening to the CD. I am such a dork! If you are a New Kids fan...buy the CD it is so worth it!

it's hard to say goodbye.

This is what Bug has just informed me. She has lost her pink princess poodle (won out of a crane machine) and we are having a horrible time of it. She won't take any toy to show and tell at preschool because Kasey(aka PPP) was her best friend. Now she has just walked up to me with huge crocodile tears on her face and tells me with the bottom lip quivering.

"I just can't say goodbye to Kasey. It's too hard on my heart."

Let's just say the rest of the family has actually spent the last two weeks trying to win a look alike from the crane game at our local favorite restaurant. I finally called the joint today and talked to one of the ladies there and explained the situation. After saying that was the saddest thing they ever heard I will be getting Kasey the PPP's twin. That should cinch me in for mommy of the year. It's amazing what you will do for happiness of your child. I have been thinking for the last month, since Kasey the PPP has been missing that she will forget about it. NOPE! THEY NEVER FORGET!!!! Just a note for all you parents and future parents. buy duplicates...especially if it seems like a favorite. Just in case ;)


On a side note...I need opinions...Dementia, my massively diseased Westie has another ear infection. She is in kidney failure...early stages. She has major allergies...When she was younger she was on steroids and antihistamines for the skin allergy. Now the steroids have given her the kidney failure. The kidney failure gives her massive eye boogers, which means that a week later she will get an ear infection, and a week after that she gets a urinary tract infection. I have noticed this trend and have stopped the UTI on the last occasion which was on October 10. Now she has been off the antibiotics for 10 days and has developed another ear infection. I don't have any problems drugging her at all. I am in this dog for the long haul. She is one of my babies. My question is...is it getting time to put her down. We are only going 10 days between ear infections even with the antibiotics. I am talking ear infections with all of the nasty goop and she walks with her head sideways and she can't even shake her head without crying in pain. in a 21 day cycle she has about 12 good days where she doesn't seem to be in pain. I feel really guilty about even thinking of putting her down. Mostly because I would be getting another dog soon after as not to depress our other dog at the loss of her friend. What should I do ?

30 Years

I had my 30th this weekend. A grand time as I recieved season 7 of Smallville, NKOTB greatest hits and a fancy coleman grill. I know it's an odd assortment, but then again that is who I am. We really didn't do anything on my birthday. We went out to breakfast and then out to dinner. I then sat in front of the TV and ate a milkyway midnight(my favorite candy) and watched Smallville. I was very content. The best part of my birthday is coming up. In November. When I get to go with friend and drool over the concert that I really have waited all my life to go to...New Kids on The Block. Yes, I am going to be with thousands of other 28-40 year old women and scream heads off. I will be wearing a NKOTB shirt and my Jordan Knight doll will be in attendance. Now you can all sigh and shake your heads at me but I will be having a damn fine time! I really can't wait!

Weird Child Alert!

I arrived at daycare last week to pick up the girls, where my daycare lady informs me that Bug is an odd duck.
"Why is that" I ask her, thinking what now.
"She was turning in circles outside saying that she was A GOD...I am God of the weather."
Alrighty then. I asked Bug what was going on and she was just all calm while informing me that she does indeed control the weather. Whatever.
Fast forward a few days to Bug's open house. As she is pulling me all around the room I notice something that just has me cracking up. During their circle time in the morning, ever kid has a job to do...line leader, story leader, office assistant, ect. Bug is the weather girl. She is in charge of telling her teacher what the weather is like outside. Hence, God of the weather.

Goober is learning attitude. This is funny, because when she was a webe(wee baby) she was a lump. Had no emotion really whatsoever. We were really worried that she would have no personality all. Fast forward 1 1/2 years and I have all the personality I can handle.
"Goober come her so you can wear panties"
"I don't think so!"

Oh well.

Excuse me, when did Bug become a teenager?

She is only 4 years old. When did this happen? It all started when she, by herself, picked out her dress for the day. It started out as the most beautiful dress ever, but soon became a stupid dress. As I am very calmly explaining that it is a beautiful dress, I get interrupted.
"NO. THIS DRESS IS STUPID!
"No it's not Bug. It is a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl."
"NO, IT'S A STUPID DRESS FOR A STUPID GIRL!"

Of course I take her into my nap and comfort her about her being far from stupid...but really, SHE IS 4!

Money

I have been addicted to listening to my Sugarland CD in the van lately, so I haven't been listening to the radio as much as a do. Now I know why I need to. I was caller number 9 and won a hundred dollar gift check! Hooray for me! I was am so excited. I had my biggest loser weigh in this morning and lost 2.4 lb! Oh today is a very good day.

Good luck Brie and Steve on finding your perfect house.
Camille, your present is just sitting at my house...waiting for an address...so is Matt's present.

Updating, All I want to do is UPDATE!

Well, Bug's first two weeks of school went well. She managed to behave herself well enough, so that I didn't recieve a phone call home. She can't remember her new friends' names but she can certainly tell you what they were wearing! I think it is funny that a little girl can rememeber so much...then let you know that while what the other girls were wearing was indeed very pretty, it was not as pretty as her dress.



Goober missed Bug the entire first day, in which Hubby and I took the day off, she spent the entire time asking where Bug went. I was very cute when we picked them up and Goober went running up to Bug and gave her a big hug and kiss. Of course, Bug was quite angry at us because we wouldn't let her eat lunch at school. Oh well, she gets to eat lunch there tomorrow.



We have started potty training with Goober. It is going as well as can be expected with a stubborn little snot! She goes when she wants to and only then. If you ask her if she wants Dora panties or a diaper...95% of the time it is a diaper.



The biggest loser contest has started at the YMCA for me. I am doing fairly well. I have done this program called: Couch to a 5k. It teaches those who can't run worth crap how to do a 5k in 3 months. I have completed week 1 and feel pretty good. My first weigh in was icky though. I only lost a pound. So I am striving to do a lot better. I am going to take the girls to the track and have them jog around with me. And speaking of the Biggest Loser, the show has started and I am totally rooting for the yellow team! I love this show so much.

Hubby and I have been trying to find some land somewhere. We want at least 5 acres, he wants trees and I want a creek that you can play in. We thought we had found a piece, but alas, it didn't quite have the forest that hubby wanted...Plus, for Matt and Camille, it would have been a b*tch for you to find. Although, it did have a nice river going through it. Oh well, back to the old drawing board.

When did it happen?

That Bug would be old enough to go to preschool? I wish someone would have told me sad/exciting this would be. We met with her teacher today and as I am walking down the hall with her little hand in mine, I couldn't stop thinking that this is it. Soon she won't want to hold my hand in public, kissing and hugging me will be out of the question, she won't be just my baby anymore...She will have friends and eventually (GOD FORBID!) boyfriends. My mind, with just that short walk down the hallway of school, was seeing driver's ed, prom, graduation, grand babies. It was hard not to cry. I know, I know, it's just preschool, but let me tell you it's knowing that someone else is going to start shaping her life and it isn't just me anymore that is hard. Daycare was easy because Bug was there since the beginning. This is new and shiny. Or as how Bug summed it up when I asked if she liked her school "PERFECT!"

On a brighter note.

Bug is the smallest girl in her class and the teacher informed me that usually, in her 32 years of teaching preschool, that the littlest girl is the boss. Now part of me was saying, "OH NO, Bug is going to be the bully!" while the other part of me is saying, "Yes! Bug won't be picked on!"

Well the first day is Monday. I will let you know how well I do!

Goober story

Goober was a Thanksgiving pregnancy. She wasn't due until the very end of August. I got to enjoy a very decent summer while I was pregnant with her. It wasn't too hot and we had just installed a heat pump in our house so we had air conditioning. Very very nice. Goober wasn't a big mover at all and there were several times where I would lay a cold towel on one side of my stomach to make sure she would move. There was one time, early on, when I was spotting and I was terrified. I knew that she would be my last baby that I would carry, so I wanted everything to be perfect and she was being stubborn.

About the middle of August 2006 I went to my weekly OB appointment on Monday where they did an ultrasound and discovered that I didn't have a whole lot a fluid around the baby. I was then sent up to the hospital for a stress test to make sure that Goober was okay. They strapped a heart monitor around my belly and gave me a push button. Every time I felt movement I was to push that button. Let me tell you, that stubborn little baby hadn't moved worth crap all week but in this hour long test she was just rolling all over the place. The doctors told me that the heart and stress test came out fine but that she wanted to see me on that Wednesday. The next day we received the news that a good friend's mother's funeral was to be on that Friday. We talked to the doctor on that Wednesday and asked if I would be able to attend the funeral, No, I was told because the 5 hour round trip drive would be to much. She released me to go to work the next day and okayed me for the following week as well. I only had the next week to complete than I was on maternity leave.

Hubby and I agreed that it would be good for him to attend the funeral and for him to give everyone my love. I sat at home after being admonished by Hubby that I was NOT to go into labor. My MIL and FIL had just left for their much anticipated vacation to Whistler BC (a 9 hour drive away) Before they left, they told me I was not to go into labor. So I rested all day on Friday. I sat in front of the TV and only moved to make Bug food. At about 10pm on Friday. I layed down next to Bug in my bed and rolled over to kiss her goodnight when, yep, my water broke. I yelled for my SIL. "My water just broke." "Are you f*cking serious?" "Yep" So out come the frantic phone calls to Hubby and my MIL/FIL. Hubby finally made it to the hospital about 2 hours later. While MIL/FIL had just made it to the hotel in Whistler, where they instantly turned around to come and see the birth.

The second baby is easy. My labor didn't even start until 3am on Saturday. I was smart this time and took the epidural around 10am. Very handsome man to come and save me. I had him and the nurse just cracking up as I was telling him he had very gentle sexy hands. My doctor came in and told me that she had to leave for a couple hours and that she would be back and that I wasn't close to giving birth yet. She lied. I gave birth to Goober 2 1/2 hours later. It was so easy, true I had the epidural, but compared to Bug, it was smooth. She was two weeks early and weighed almost the same as Bug, who had been a half hour late. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes that she still has and this dark brown spiky hair, that has gradually gone blonde. My girls are so beautiful.

So I meant to..

post this wonderful blog about the birth of my second child...heck I meant to post one about my first born, but what can I say but I am lazy.

I got pregnant with Bug in August of 2003. I knew from the second week that I was pregnant and it was a wonderful journey. I loved being pregnant, as long as I wasn't tossing my stomach. I love watching her roll across the inside of my stomach. I loved how I looked when I was pregnant. I just loved her to pieces already. She was due at the end of May so I was very much looking forward to NOT being pregnant in the summer. It was my first and everyone was telling me about how it will take forever and the first one is always the hardest....THEY ARE RIGHT!

I became dehydrated and went into early labor on a Tuesday night. We called the doctor and they asked how close the pains were and had my water broke. The pains came and went and my water hadn't broken yet. They told me to stay home. So I spent all Tuesday night having contractions and all Wednesday having contractions with me walking up and down our road and having people rub my back. I had no appetite and hadn't slept. The contractions would be hard and fast for an hour and then I wouldn't have one for two hours. Very irregular. I couldn't take it anymore so we went up to the hospital (a hour away), to have them tell me I wasn't even close! So back home I went, where I spent Wednesday night and all of Thursday in more labor. Finally on Thursday night at 10 my water broke and we drove up to the hospital. I was checked and I was only dilated to a 2. 5am dilated to a 5, 2pm Dilated to a 7, Friday at 8pm dilated to a 91/2 where the doctor informs me to take the epidural so that my body can relax and sleep so that the baby can come out...otherwise I was having a C-section. I took the epidural and let me tell you it was heaven on earth. I just melted...All the pain that I had been having since Tuesday was finally gone. I just dozed off and on as I can hear my sister in the background say wow! that was off the charts. They had given me a drug to speed up the labor. About 10pm I tell the nurse that the epidural was wearing off and I really needed to push. So about 10:30 with a audience of 10 people, nana, grandma, grandpa, grandma, auntie, 2 cousins, hubby, SIL, and a friend, I began to push and at 12:30am on saturday out came Bug.

She was the cutest little thing with these huge blue eyes and this wild and crazy hair the stuck straight up. She still is the cutest little thing! It's very hard to believe that she is 4 years old and will be starting school next month. What happened to the wee little thing that I was able to cradle against my chest?

bored

My yard looks fantastic. Now we (by ourselves) are working on the back yard and eventually we will make it into the japanese garden. I planted Bug's flower bed, I even tossed in some pumpkin seeds to see what happens. Did I mention how great my yard looks?

Yardwork

Our yard has massively gotten out of hand. It is ugly. Huge ferns, ivy, and basically massively overgrown. For those who are Demon Hunters fans...the garden scene....yeah it's more like a freaking jungle scene. Now, we want to sell the house so we have to up the curb appeal so I suggested to Hubby that we should hire a landscaping crew to come and just fix up the front yard. He agreed and told me to start looking into getting an estimate. Well, if you just let your yard go for a year or two and have a nasty wicked storm, eventually they drive by your house and start dropping off cards. :) I decide to go with this one crew. They are just starting out and nicer than heck. They are two guys who use to work for another landscaping company but went out on their own. They are kicking some serious butt. I wish that I had taken before shots because it looks really good. I am just so excited about it.

Bug on the other hand is quite furious with me. Mostly because they took out the weeds (aka flowers) So she has demanded on several occasions for me to put the garden the way it was. At one point she told me that she needed to speak to me privately because she needed the men to put the garden the way it was. I promised her a special little area where she can grow her flowers though. I can't wait till they are done!

whim

Bug has been having swimming lessons. She rocks at it. She has no fear of the water and yet understands that it is not to cool to have it up your nose. So Bug respects it. The teacher for the first few days has them in the kiddie pool and then takes them over to the lap pool and has them stand at the edge of the pool and jump in, she catches them of course. The other kids in her class will stand up on their own but to that leaning over as far as they can trying to reach the teacher before they just sorta plop in. Not BUG, as soon as the kid in front of her has jumped in she is on her feet waiting for the teacher to give the go ahead. The teacher takes a few steps back and Bug just leaps all wild like into the pool. I think she knows that there is someone to help her out but the look of pure joy on her face while she is in the water is just wonderful to watch.

While getting ready for Bug's swimming lessons an advertisement caught my eye. The Y was having a local Biggest Loser Contest. Now, I know of people who have signed up for previous tries and didn't get in cause they had so many contestants, so I thought I will give it a try. Mostly since Bug likes to play the BIG FAT BELLY DRUM. Plus, they post your picture, weight, and body measurements in the local paper, so I figure public humiliation might, just might, get me motivated to finally lose these 50 lbs I have put on in the last 10 years. Just this week I got a phone call that I am on a biggest loser team. It starts on September 1st. Then on September 9th I go to my first meeting. I will tell you this, I weigh 195. My bmi and body fat percentage are basically the same number...39 or something like that. I will post the actually amounts on the 9th when I get more information. So join me in my public humiliation!

The way they talk

"Daddy do you have any brothers?" asks Bug.

"Not biological(i know big word, trust me she knows what it means) but Uncle Matt is my brother."

"Uncle Matt? The one that belongs to Aunt Kim?"

"No, that's mommy's brother."

"Oh, you mean FUNNY Uncle Matt from California who belongs to Aunt Camille."

"Yes, that is the one."


Goober can talk and correct you when you think you are wrong.

"What shape is this Goober?"

"Apple"

"It looks like an apple but it's a circle."

this is where she grabs my cheek with one hand looks me in my eyes and points a finger in my face...

"Listen Mommy, I tell you apple, okay?"

Hello Again

I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post anything. I have been very busy in a lazy sort of sense. Since I my last post in June, I have been to Phoenix, the zoo (twice) and dealt with my evil house, a garage sale for my relay team and various other little details...

The phoenix trip was awesome. You know it is going to be a great trip when your male flight attendant is very very very gay, and is very happy to be serving you! Hubby and I went down there to visit my aunt and uncle and a 7th anniversary trip as well. When we landed in the airport and went to get our car, they suggested we upgrade to the mid size. Well we had already paid for everything so we said no and went down to claim our car. They didn't have any more of our car in stock so we got a free upgrade! WOOHOO! Let me tell you if you get a chance to fly into this airport...DO IT! It is freaking massive! We had a lighting storm our first night, which set off a brush fire. The weather while hot was a nice dry heat without any humidity. It was lovely. I also forgot that the sun sets earlier down there so I would be thinking that it was much later than it really was. We didn't do much on the Wednesday we went down. On Thursday we drove all around the area. It is really beautiful. We went to a candy company where hubby had a chocolate covered jalapeno! He said it didn't taste bad but it was very hot. We also went to a botanical garden where we saw many different types of cacti. I got some great footage on my camera of a lizard threatening me with push ups. We did some sightseeing and shopping and all in all was a great day. On Friday we decided against driving to the Grand Canyon and instead went to Sedona. This town is beautiful...For Cindy and Brie, There is a lovely Church Called Chapel of the Holy Cross...This church is built into the rocks and when you walk in, you just feel so close to God in the simplicity of the building. Just don't look to the right where some jerk has built his 25 million dollar mansion and has been doing so for that last 6 years and has yet to move into it... Anyway it is just moving... Then we found this awesome park called slide rock. It's a state park in a canyon where the river has made these natural slides and swimming holes. It was the perfect end to a day to play there. I would wear jean shorts next time. I tore holes in the pants I was wearing and actually in my undies as well. The jeans protect. On Saturday while Hubby and his dad where at there meeting I went to visit my aunt and uncle. They live in a beautiful community that seems to be about 8 square miles and is gated with a guard and has a golf course down the middle of it and a community club that is just amazing. It seems like it should be some mansion. Anyway it was an awesome visit and I can't wait till they move to San Antonio so I can visit them their.

Well I have to go...Goober is demanding I get her water or she will spank me...

ER time again...

For the past week Bug has been sick...a low grade fever and a cough. We gave her meds and it seemed to be working. Then on Saturday Goober wasn't feeling well around early afternoon. So we gave her some Motrin and put her down for a nap around 4pm. I laid down next to her and Bug went down for a nap as well. About 5pm I woke up to some hiccuping...Goober was having another febrile seizure. Let me tell you I shot out of bed and waited until she was done told Hubby to run a cool bath. I grabbed Goober and into the bathtub we went, clothes and all. Watching them have a seizure is scary because their eyes glaze over and they just flop around. Afterwards is worse I think because they have NO muscle control. She just flopped against me in the tub and whimpered. We called the on call doctor, and he told us to of course take her up to the ER to have her checked out. Hubby suggested taking Bug since she hadn't been feeling up to snuff.

We get to the ER and let me tell you, it was one of the longest waits in the waiting room I have ever had. Usually we get to a room fairly quickly and wait forever in there, but not this time. We went in filled out the paper work got sent back to the waiting room. Had the chest x-rays done, got sent back to the waiting room. Did some more registration, got sent back to the waiting room...On a side note...IF YOU ARE IN HANDCUFFS, YOU SHOULD GET A SPECIAL DOOR SO I DON'T HAVE TO SEE YOU!. There were at least 3 different prisoners just wandering the room with their guards...I DON"T LIKE THIS! We got to the hospital about 7 and got a room at 10. Oh yeah, about 9 Goober finally came out of the effects of the seizure, got off my lap and proceeded to dance around the waiting room, singing "shake your body!"
What are you here for?
Oh my daughter had a febrile seizure.
The big one?
No the one dancing...

So basically Goober has pneumonia and we have to be very diligent in monitoring her fevers, so that she doesn't have another seizure. Bug didn't have pneumonia, but the put her on the same antibiotics since she did sound very junky in her chest...

I would like to know the clause in the parenting handbook that says that when you are about to leave, by plane, to another place, your children have to get sick. This way I can find a loophole.

A few things...

Back on the subject of the Cancer Walk/Relay for Life. My team fund raises all year long to try and raise as much money as possible. This year we raised 4,015.50 for our team! That is $600 more than last year. We are pretty excited about it. For 2009 we have already raised $57 dollars so we are pretty pumped. If you have never been to a Relay event, I encourage you to go. It is the most amazing feeling. Here is something so very simple that an individual can do to help fight cancer. Just walking on a track for 24 hours. It is the one of the best feelings in the world. I can't tell you how many times I cried that weekend. Just to know I was doing something. I am in awe of our county. For an area this poor, we raise some damn good money. I went to a team captain meeting and the lady who was on the national board was there and she said we are AMAZING. Our little tiny county can raise more money that say, THURSTON. and that is NOT per capita. If our little community can raise that kind of money towards cancer research than imagine if all communities did the same...

Another subject...
I was out walking with the girls (gas prices being ugly and all) and passed by the Wal-mart where they were handing out kittens (kids not Walmart) I jokingly text me SIL to ask if she wanted a kitten. "Yeah, I can't afford it though." Then 1/2 hour later I get another text. "look in the paper for free kittens." I text her the info... When she got home tonight, I met Impulse (aka Imp) a 7 week old tiny beautiful blue gray tabby. She can fit in the palm of my hand. I love the name... I told her that she was going to be Crazy Cat Lady down the street if she keeps it up. Some choice words came out of her mouth... Then she took her dinner and went into her room to spend time with the new kitten and her other two cats.
Pet total
west highland white terrier...Dementia....has beginning kidney failure, chronic ear infections, and
cysts, but this lovable desire to bring you anything that is one the ground when she is
happy.
black lab...Purgatory...no known disease,(well there was the seizure once) And the absolute
best dog I have ever had!
tabby cat...appetizer
black devil cat...Thorazine
blue tabby...impulse
If we get that new lab...I really want a golden doodle or a labradoodle...Her name will be Pandora. You geeks will appreciate the meaning of the name for my poor hubby.

Cancer walk

Oh my gosh, what grand fun. If you have never been to a cancer walk, I suggest you find one. I must say though that I have heard that the one that we put on is one of the best. I live in a very very poor community and we raised half a million dollars! We are 2nd in the nation for the amount of money raised per capita. It is the best thing to do! It is exciting and happy and a wonderful time. I was so sore after it was all done.

Relay for Life is a 24 hour walk at our local high school were you can run/walk around a track for 24 hours. You can get to camp out and have an awesome time. I especialy like the 2am-8am hour. It is great. I will tell more about it later as right now I am blogging on my niece's computer and I am at my nephew's graduation pary. I also need to go find my daughter....

Stories

First of all Goober is fine. Whatever infection she had residing in her little body is now gone. HOORAY! No more breathing treatments with a little oxygen mask. I am so happy. It was pretty sad for awhile when she only flinched when the machine was turned on. Now she is doing great and is running around like a little maniac and yelling at everyone. It's very nice.

Bug is a spitfire. Yesterday, she informed me that she had learned a new word.
"Mommy I know a new word."
" You do, what is it?"
"Oxymoron, that means two words that don't go together, you know opposites."
Close baby so very close. She has also informed me that mammals are warm-blooded and reptiles are cold-blooded. Who knew? I figure I have about 3 years that I have to worry about Bug getting made fun of in school until Goober gets there.

A little boy at daycare grabbed handfuls of Bug's hair and just yanked her down off the chair she was sitting on. Goober standing nearby, threw down her toy and just started beating the tar out of this boy yelling, "No, NO HIT NA-NA! Yes she will take them all down for her big sister.

Goober alert

First of all, Goober last week was very very sick and of course only being 22 months old couldn't very tell me what was going on. She started waking up in the middle of the night and couldn't be comforted, unless we were watching Dora and Diego. Then she started rubbing her ears, Ahh, it's an ear infection. Well I gave her some Tylenol and thought that I would take her to the doctor's in the morning. This all happening over Memorial Day weekend of course. So about 11pm Monday night I can't get G+oober to calm down at all. I let her watch Diego, NOTHING. So I wake up Hubby and SIL and tell them I am taking Goober to the ER, could my SIL watch Bug. Off to the ER we go. In at midnight, were I am telling them all her symptoms when I notice that she is retracting big time(sucking in her lungs very tight, were you could see all her ribs). Well, we get a chest x-ray, negative for any lung ailment. We get blood work, no infection, not really anything they could see. They check her ears, perfectly fine. The give her a breathing treatment and the doctor lets us know that she is concerned about the breathing but there is really nothing she can do. We schedule an appointment with the family doctor for later on Tuesday and basically are told the same thing. Everything is fine but the way she breathes. REALLY, THANKS FOR TELLING ME!

The next day everything is fine, no breathing problems, nothing. I still don't want them to go to daycare so I pull a midnight to 830am shift on Thursday, after only 3 hours of sleep. When SIL drops off the girls at my work I notice that Goober's throat is sucking in very deep. OH CRAP. So I call the doctor who refers me to another, I go in, she listens to Goobers lungs and sure enough someone can finally hear some wheezing. Goober has viral pneumonia. She had pneumonia earlier in May and it was treated when it was bacterial but somehow it mutated and messed up the bronchial sacs in her lungs. So now she has breathing treatments on a nebulizer everyday for 2 weeks. I took a picture of her on my cell with the oxygen mask on her face and texted LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER! She is doing great, in fact she is pointing her finger at me and yelling at me to NO MOMMA Stop it. ( I took away a crayon.)

Relay For Life

Today was the last fundraiser for my Cancer Walk team. We had a barbecue and let me tell you, it was a beautiful 75 degree day. Blue skys with enough breeze that it wasn't too hot. Very nice, considering I was the one next to the large 400 degree grill cooking hot dogs. While I was out there I had the time to do one of my favorite activities, people watch. Let me tell you there is nothing like seeing a crack w#%re wearing a string bikini top with low low jeans that she has so generously allowed us to see her G-string bikini. It was beautiful. Goodness, I love the Harbor. Lots of skinny, fat, old, young people out today. However, one of the more memorable ones is the 65 year old MAN, who was diagnosed with breast cancer 7 years ago on Sept 11, 2001. He found lumps on the sides of his chest and went into to see his doctor. The doctor told him they were just fatty deposits and not to worry about it. The gentleman went home and his wife discovered that she had lung cancer. This got the gentleman to thinking that maybe I could have lymphoma. So he goes to see another doctor. He has a breast exam, then a mammogram, and is diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. The gentleman had a mastectomy. 2 years after his diagnosis his wife lost her battle with cancer. The gentleman has been in remission for 5 years now...

I relay for the people who can't. I choose to give up my free time to raise money to fight CANCER. I choose to stay walk around a track and get blisters on my feet because the pain I feel for a brief moment is only a fraction of the pain I would feel if I had cancer. My mother is a 1 year survivor, Lord willing she will go in to remission. My grandfather lost his battle with prostate cancer. My friend Jamie's mother is a 15 year survivor of breast cancer. My friend Edith, just this week, lost her sister to breast cancer. My friend JoAnne lost her mother to pancreatic cancer. My friend, Tena lost her mother and her sister within a month to this horrible disease. My friend Jo, lost her father to cancer. My friend Milinda's father is battling cancer as we speak. My friend Camille lost her mother to cancer. My new friend A. had eye cancer. I relay for all of these people.

Please say a PRAYER on May 30 and 31, as we, as a community, walk for 24 hours to try and raise 500,000 dollars to help beat out cancer.

Thank you!

WARNINGS

To all mommies of both the human and puppy/kitty type!
Your children can make you age at the drop of a hat!

Goober woke up with just a wee bit of a snotty nose on Friday. By the end of the night she was coughing. She kept waking up crying and not being able to breathe without coughing, so I brought her into bed with me. This way I could sit up and she could lay against me and it would help her breathe. It worked okay till about 3 am, when her breathing became rather fast and shallow. I thought if I could just get her take some Tylenol for her slight fever then maybe that will calm her down. Yeah, it didn't. Even when she had fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing was quite fast. When SIL woke up I told her the symptoms, knowing that she would check her medical books, she quickly diagnosed either RSV (nasty nasty respiratory illness) or pneumonia. I called the on call doctor and off we went to the ER. Chest x-rays were taken and yep, it was pneumonia. We are now on antibiotics and feeling pretty darn good. We at the amazing age of 20 months can recognize 5 letters ( o, a, s, n, e) (toot toot!) hee hee.

Bug on the other hand is seriously three (almost four) going on thirteen! We had an argument about her clothes. She feels that she is a very beautiful princess who needs dresses that go down to her ankles. Any other type of dress is just plain ugly. Well, she only has two dresses that go down to her ankles and they were both dirty. I told her to go put on some clothes for the day. She informed me that she didn't have any. I told her to go look in her drawer and if she didn't have an outfit on by the time I came upstairs I was going to pick something out. I found her wearing her dirty dress! I took it off her and gave her one more chance to pick out an outfit. Nope, threw a huge old fit. "I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE, I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE MAN TO TAKE YOU AWAY AND I WILL LIVE BY MYSELF. THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON'T LET ME WEAR MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS DRESS! She then collapsed into a huge fit of tears onto the bed. It took 20 minutes for her to finally calm down to put on an outfit. Sigh...

On the puppy front. Dementia is our West Highland White Terrier. She is about 10 years old. About 3 months ago she was having pain going pee. Well, she had a UTI and kidney failure. Now, the KF is in the beginning stages and there is medicine we can give her, unfortunately it would be called steroids. Dementia has massive allergies and has been taking antihistamines twice a day for the last 6 years and steroid every other day for about 4 of those years. The steroids are what caused the KF. Now the UTI has been cleared up but now she has ear infections. Chronic ear infections. Oh yeah, she also has a cyst on her eye lid. Westies are cute and lovely but so inbred that it is just sad. So, I took her into the vet to see about getting another round of antibiotics for the ear infection. I left with ointment for her eye, more allergy meds, antibiotics, and ear cream. HOORAY! It's a good thing she is so freaking cute and I think of her as one of my kids...Seriously, if you choose to have a pet, it's for life. I stop at nothing for my children, including my pets!

All alone!

SIL took the girls this morning at 6:30am. I was able to help her get them ready. It was very sad. Goober didn't have a care in the world, a little angry at being woke up at 6am but hey who wouldn't. Bug didn't like it at all. The getting dressed (she wore the same outfit from yesterday and the same outfit she wore to bed, somethings aren't worth the battle), the brushing of the hair, and the general I am mad at the world outlook. The part that made me sad was when Bug starts crying and says, "But I am going to miss my mommy!" We have a big trip tomorrow(some really cool things might be happening, more details as I can post them) and Bug is going to stay the night with Hubby up at my FIL. I won't see her till tomorrow so just Goober will come home to me.

The best part about this whole adventure is that SIL took my van, which is an automatic, and left her car and Hubby has his car and left his truck. All three of those vehicles are stick shifts. I kinda of know how to drive a stick, SIL took me driving yesterday, but I am so very nervous. I am going to practice driving to 7-11 for some coffee and doughnuts and see how I do. SIL co-worker left me her car since she is carpooling with SIL to Olympia. She told me I can use it. It's a 2008 Honda Civic 2 door...SIl drives a 2004 Hyundai Accent. I want to drive the stick but the other car is new and shiny! Hmmm. what to do?

I know..

it is supposed to be about Bug and Goober but I am to lazy to post my own adventure logs, so I will piggy back upon the kiddies.

Hubby comes home on Wednesday and tells Bug to tell me a secret. "Mommy, we are going for cheeseburgers, french fries, chocolate milk, and you are not allowed to come with us." "Why not?" I ask. "Because, it is your day off!" So off the girls go with Hubby while I am left to do great things. What do I do? I wash dishes, watch a little TV, play my Nintendo DS (wild world animal kingdom is very addicting) and basically mope around for 2 1/2 hours waiting for my family to get home and tell me about all this awesome fun they had without me. I know, I know, Sad isn't it. Most mommies would be shouting HOORAY from the rooftops...This is a big fat lie. Unless the Mommy has planned said activities, we are all kind of lost. Tomorrow, SIL is taking the girls on the March of Dimes walk, then Hubby is taking Bug to the Procession of the Species walk in Olympia. Goober will come home to me. I am working the Car Wash at my work so that we can raise BIG MONEY for our cancer walk team. I have it all planned out, I am prepared, so I won't be wondering around twiddling my thumbs...It's all good. I should be just fine. No puddles of tears...

THE QUIZ

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
I was supposed to be a boy named Christopher William and my cousin was supposed to be a girl named Tina Marie...I will let you guess what happened.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Really cried, I can't remember. Teared up, last night at Bible study.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Most of the time.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Pepper Turkey
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Yep, two crazy nut job girls.
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
I like myself fairly well.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
Just a bit:)
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yep.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Yes I would.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
Raisin Bran, or maple and brown sugar malt-o-meal
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Physically, heck no. Religiously, getting there. Mentally, working on it.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
I worked at DQ, I don't particularly care for it.
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Their teeth.
15. RED OR PINK?
PINK!
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
My mommy's belly...surgery is the only thing fixing that!
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
Old friends.
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
Better yet, post it on your blog!(ditto)
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Gray pants, no shoes
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Pizza
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
SIL watching Idol.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Hot Pink
23. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Babies after a bath. Pumpkin Candles. Mowed grass. Cedar.
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
My hubby.
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
I love her!
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Football, swimming.
27. HAIR COLOR?
Blond
28. EYE COLOR?
Blue, green, gray...who really knows.
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Glasses, getting laser soon....negative 800 in my left eye negative 600 in my right...
30. FAVORITE FOOD?
Homemade mac and cheese with broccoli and ham and peas
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Happy endings.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Aladdin
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
Blue
34. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer
35. HUGS OR KISSES?
Hugs
36. FAVORITE DESSERT?
Apple Crisp, pie,etc.
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
No idea.
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
No idea.
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Some cheesy romance novel...I have about four going on at the same time.
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
Don't have one.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?
Didn't watch TV
42. FAVORITE SOUND?
Baby giggles
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
Neither.
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
Glen Burnie, Maryland or Bella Coola, BC...same distance different direction.
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
I can read amazingly fast.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
St. Peter's Hospital, Olympia Washington.
47.WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?
Everbody's!

Hindsight

really is 20/20. If only I had know then what I know now... I could have gotten over my arrogance and actually have been good friends with my cousins. Don't get me wrong I just wish that I had that deep seated friendship. There is defiantly love and affection but our relationship is one of family that you see occasionally and I enjoy the time I spend with them to much to only have it be that.

Speaking of my cousins. I just spent a wonderful but short afternoon watching my girls play with the of the cutest little boys in the world. The older one is about 2 1/2 and he is the spitting image of his dad. He has a heart shaped face with this cute cute blond hair. What a doll. What is funny is that he is the nearly the same size as Bug, who is 2 years older. When he was born he was just 4 lbs! The baby is three months and so very tiny. It almost makes me want to have another one...almost. He has these amazing blue eyes that just look right at you. I love babies. I love the feel and the smell of them...Such cute boys...

The girls are well. Goober is discovering her words very well... I went to their grandparents house last week and Goober was playing very happily on the steps. Climbing up and sliding down when her Poppa decided that she wasn't paying attention to him. Goober come give Poppa a kiss he says. No! Please Goober! GO AWAY! I like this new language. It's very nice.

Bug has taken up singing. Dressed in a long beautiful gown, a pink fishing hat, play high heels, and fairy wings, excuse me butterfly wings(I was corrected with the No mommy they are butterfly wings, eye roll). Oh yeah, let's not forget the BATON. She will sing for a half hour or so and it's great listing to the song. It rhymes at the ends and has a chorus...If only she could carry a tune.

House

We want to sell the house. It was my idea really. We are just too lazy to give this beautiful house the care it deserves. So I have come up with a masterful idea. We are going to buy property within 20 miles of where our respective works are located. At least 3 acres. Would like mostly wooded property, I would like a creek, and mostly flat. Then we will build 2 little houses. Going to go from the 2700 square footage to about 1000 for each house. One for the hubby, girls and I. One for the SIL and her zoo. I have already found the perfect house. I am madly in love with it and if I didn't have dial up I would so post it so you all can see it. It's just so beautiful. SIL has her master house plan as well. It is a good deal more rustic than ours. Mine is a cottage. It will be nice if this plan works. It is going to take an awesome amount of will power to start saving now to pull this off. We already have a tentative buyer as well. We just need to wait while she saves as well. If this goes as I am praying and planning, our house payment should be the exact same as we pay now. But we will have two brand new houses (green built) and the neighbors will be farther away. I really want this to work. Tomorrow we are headed to town to look at some house designs...I really want the one I already chose though.

The girls are well. We went swimming today and Bug was able to float by herself on her back. I am so proud of her. She didn't even freak out when people were splashing all around her. Hooray. Goober had NO FEAR. She was pushing people out of the way saying "cuse me" and yelling "please" to grab the floaties out of people's hands. I had to reprimand alot. Our YMCA has this pole with four huge buckets that fill up with water and then when they get to heavy they dump water on you. Well I didn't realize that they had turned them on, when Goober went chasing after a ball. Well the water is up to her chest ( I am standing next to her) when BAMM! This bucket just hits her square on the head. It pushed her down under the water and I just reach over and pick her up. Now the family next to us lets out this OHMYGOSH collective disapproving gasp. Goober on the other hand is laughing her head off and yelling at me to let her go. I do and off she goes again. I was half tempted to stick my tongue out at the family but I didn't. I had a baby to chase down.

Losing WEIGHT!

Hooray, amazingly enough I dropped 5 big pounds. I now weigh 180! That was just following the meal plan. Now just imagine if I acutally exerciesed. I guess the Arby's rueben gloriousness was not harmful that much...LOL!

The girls are doing great...The snot monsters have come to visit but it should end well. Goober is actually starting to make sense when she talks and that is pretty exciting. Bug, well she is just Bug...I really need to stop the smarting off...It's just funny though.

Complaints and Awws

Why is it, that when I am not doing anything or going anywhere, my hair looks great? It just lies their in its subtle perfection. Then when I do go out, it looks like crap? Even now when it's nine at night and the wee ones are in bed, I am just madly running my fingers through my hair and flipping it out. Oh well. I guess this would be a good thing if the Hubby was home but alas, he is with his Daddy tonight.

Mommy kisses are great. They can heal anything. When Bug falls down she instantly comes running to me to kiss it all better. Now Goober has learned to do the same thing. I feel invincible when I can make their owwies go away. When I can make tears and red faces fly out the door. I am SUPER MOMMY! Hear me rowr (with my sexy looking hair, that's not getting me anywhere:( )

I am posting my weight! I weigh 185 lbs. Yes I joined the Biggest Loser Club. It's nice because they tell you what to do and quite frankly, I am lazy. Now if only I didn't go to Costco and if only I didn't pass by the Arby's and remember they have a new sandwich out. If only it wasn't a Reuben. I did get it without the sauce and I didn't eat the fries...well there is always tomorrow when The SIL and I attempt to go out on a jog.

Well I weigh in in 4 days so maybe it won't hurt me too much...LOL!

FOUND AT LAST

Melinda (the bear) has been found. The true Melinda, not one that mommy found at a store. Apparently Bug took Melinda to daycare. Then Bug to Melinda to the school across the street, while walking the big kids over in the mornings, and left her at the color table in the office area of the school. NOBODY touched her and one of the little girls told Bug that she had seen Melinda at school. Well, my daycare lady, being the awesome lady she is, told the mom of one of the boys at daycare who went and got Melinda for Bug. We are so excited! The fact the Melinda has been missing for a month and that NOBODY took her from the school. That is so cool. So now Melinda is back and safe at home.



I had Goober's 18 month checkup today. 33 inches tall and 25.8 lbs. WOW She is in the 98th percentile for height and the 81st percentile for weight. Bug is 38 inches tall and weighs 31.3 lbs and she is in the 23rd percentile for height and the 25th percentile for weight. So Goober is gaining on her. Goober is also 2 years and 3 months younger than Bug. I think that Goober will be stocky like me but tall like dad, and that Bug will be skinny like dad and short like me. These are good things. Back to the doctor's visit...Goober remembers the ER visit and all the evil poky people. She FREAKED out. Just sobbed the entire time. It broke every ones' heart. I was happy that she only needed to get one shot today and that she won't be getting a shot till she goes to preschool. Goober does have eczema though. I kinda knew that. She also has a lump on her back that may be from the Lumbar Puncture. I have to watch it for two weeks and if it doesn't go away back to the doctor I go.



I received a phone call from my brother about my niece. Gracie Lynn is doing great! The surgery went very well and they were able to fix everything. She is 5 weeks old now and is 9lbs. HOORAY. I enjoy the little miracles of life.

Library Time

I took Bug and Goober to the Library. Goober goes along for the ride, in the stoller, not minding at all to just look. Bug has to be everywhere. So as I am looking for books on quilting, knitting that sort of thing, she is pointing to the spines on books and telling me its the most beautiful book she has ever seen. I look at the book, it's about Barbies. I agree with her knowing full well that I have a box of Barbies at home, that I am patiently waiting for her to start playing with. We finally mosey on over to the kid's section, after a ride in the elevator, to get some books on horses. I let Goober loose and she spends her time playing with the toys and running all over the rug, it has very bright colors and numbers on it. Bug engages the librarian in a conversation about footware.

Librarian: I have shoes just like yours(Crocs)

Bug: (big sigh) No you don't. My shoes are green, yours are blue. Also, you have diamond shaped holes and I have circles.(eye roll) So they are not like mine and they don't match. My sister has shoes just like mine except they are smaller.

Librarian: My mistake. You are very correct.

Bug: Yes.

The librarian looks up at me and asks how old Bug is. 4 in may. She then smiles big at me and says: YOU are in trouble. Really, like I needed to be told that.

The Poppa Diaries

Bug and Goobers' Poppa writes down these awesome stories of the girls that he finds funny or special. I really liked this one. Beware those who have little girls...Wooooh.



Goober is a hoot. She is as strong as Bug already and she isn't afraid to stand her ground. Bug tries to be the boss but, soon, she will be in trouble. As it stands now, Bug will just knock Goober down to get her way, or runs her over with her trike, apparently. The other day, Momma says she heard them going at it and called out to see what was going on.

Bug: “Goober is in my way.”
Momma: “In your way for what?”
Bug: “From running her over with my trike.”

Momma arrived to find Bug trying with all her might to move that trike but Goober, legs braced and both hands on the handle bars, stopping her dead.

Likewise, one day Bug was screaming at Goober to “let go”. I turned to find Goober had taken one of Bug's felt pens. Bug had both hands on it and a foot in Goober's chest, pulling with all her might but couldn't pry it out of Goober's grip. Goober? She was holding it with just one hand...grinning at me.

Feeling somewhat better

Well, we have made it through several nights of baby watch, just to make sure a seizure doesn't happen. Goober usually likes to sleep by herself in her own bed, since the Incident she has been sleeping next to me so that I can make sure it doesn't happen again.

Now we are all sick. Me, Bug and Goober. Runny nose, horrid cough, and loss of appetite. Great for losing those Ten pounds that stick aroung for me but as we all know, they will be back and they will bring friends. Sigh...

I really should be folding the laundry that my GREAT hubby did yesterday, guess I will just update the blog with randomness.

Serious stuff though...My brother has two cute little girls, one is Goober's age and one is just three weeks old. I have been putting stuff on myspace but for those who don't do that. Here we go. http://mattandkimeaster.spaces.live.com/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c02_owner=1
My niece Gracie Lynn was born with a heart condition that only gives her three chambers of the heart. She went in for open heart surgery this morning, Last phone call I received says that the surgery went well. Hooray. Please just say a short prayer(or long one) for little Gracie Lynn and her family.

Seizures

Goober had a seizure, the full body type brought on by a fever. It is the scariest thing in the entire world. Bug had the cold on saturday, lasted 24 hours, was easy to care for. Then Bug wakes up and throws up and just has a 102 fever all day. I was able to maintain it around 100 and thought as long as it stays below 101 we should be good. Well, if a fever suddenly spikes to fast for the body they go into a seizure. It is the worse feeling to yell to your husband to call 911. She was shaking and her lips were turning blue and there is nothing you can do about it, but just pray to God that He would spare the life of your child. Bug was standing next to the couch telling her sister that she would be okay. The paramedics arrived, thank God we live next to the fire station, and Bug in her wisdom, asked Auntie if these doctors are strangers and shouldn't we not talk to them. Away we were whisked in the amubulance to our local hospital where we were taken care of immediatly. They assured us that these type of seizures are common and that she should be okay. Well, Goober didn't come out of the seizure effects as fast as they would have like so they did blood work and a lumbar puncture. My baby is so strong that it took Dad holding down her legs, me holding down her shoulders and head, one nurse holding down her elbow and the tech holding her hand secure just to put in an IV. It took 4 times. I couldn't be there for the LP. It hurt me to see it. Dad informed me though that when they were doing the LP her pacifier fell out. The nurse put it back in for her and she told him "Thank You". Even through all that Crap she goes through she still remembered her manners. The test all came back negative. She has an ear infection, that is what caused the fever. So we are on antibiotics as is her sister as a preventiver for possible bronchitis or pnemunia.

It's a fun day here. Goober still has a slight fever till the antibiotics work, I lay there watching her sleep waiting for another seizure. Once you have had one then the likely hood increases for another.

Polite and sad

I am convinced that the language that Goober speaks is actually Gooberese. Just my thought...anyway...I have always said that my children will be spoiled, polite, but spoiled. To prove my point Goober can say thank you and she says it well and in the right context. It is just so funny to have a 18 month old say "Tank U" when you finish changing her diaper. She also expects you to be polite to her in return. This means that she will glare at you saying "tank u" over and over till you say "your welcome." Just a funny little girl.

On the Bug front, sadly to say, Melinda cannot be found. Melinda is a very special blonde bear that Aunt Camille and Uncle Matt bought the girls. Blonde for Bug and brown for Goober. Melinda and Katie. These are the only animals (and there are alot) to have definate names. Everyone else interchanges but Melinda and Katie are to stay. Melinda went AWOL last Thursday and short of calling in search and resue she has not been found. So being the good mommy I am I will be visiting the Gund website and seeing if I can find a new Melinda. Now, I won't be able to get away with "FINDING HER" so Bug will have to help me find her. Yeah, it feels good to trick a three 1/2 year old.

Does anyone have any good ideas on how to get Bug to eat? She doens't want to be big and strong, or grow up, she wants to stay small and beautiful forever! I am so glad I am blonde and people won't be able to see my gray hairs.

Sick babies

I mean physcically sick. What is it in the mommy gene that makes you immune to snot and vomit and all the other yucky body fluids, that previously would make you want to hurl? Poor Goober was sick first, I checked on her before I left for work at 2 in the morning. When I picked them up from daycare, I guess she had thrown up in the middle of the night. No biggie, just an upset tummy. Then Bug gets sick...there is no better alarm clock than the sound of your child throwing up next to your ear... Poor thing, so I snuggle and cuddle her all day. Then I get sick then Hubby gets sick, then Goober gets a cold and pink eye. Yup, no daycare all week. I still have to work so I go in at midnight then come home and take care of the girls. It has been a fun week. Goober still has a cold but no Pink Eye. Now Bug, she has a raspy hacking cough. What's worse about it is that she cries every time she coughs. So I make princess tea. Peppermint tea with milk and sugar...served of course on real china(thank you goodwill). I can't wait for this cold season to end.

Oh yeah...So our animals are not allowed in the same room that we are eating in, so I yell at Dementia (our westie) to get out...Goober chases her out of the room shouting "OUT OUT". Then Bug stands in the doorway and says, "I am obstructing Mentia's way." What three year old talks like that and understands? Poor Bug...Many nerd fights in her future.

Greetings!

Yes, I too have fallen into the blogging trap. I figure I enjoy reading everyones blogs they will just HAVE TO enjoy mine. They are about the adventures of Bug and Goober, as obviously stated in the title. Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors as it has been a long time since I have written for others.

Bug is my three and a half year old daughter. Nicknamed for her small stature. She is only in the tenth percentile for her weight and height, very petite. She is far too smart for her age. I figure that by the time that she starts school in September (ALREADY) that I will have many, many, many phone calls and parent-teacher confronces concerning Bugs ability to talk back and make her point at the same time. In grade school I can see her saying, as they learn about Helen Keller, "Helen Keller was a communist." Yep, many many phone calls in my future. Then again, she just might be able to outsmart the teacher and have the teacher thanking her for this new information.

Goober is 17 months. Goober is a pistol. Goober has had the unfortunate nickname since conception when her parents didn't know if she was a he or a she, so Goober became the name. Poor thing. It has stuck too, since she answers to it as well as her real name. She is a doll, with these warm brown eyes framed by eyelashes that supermodels would kill for. And, she know how to use them to get her self out of trouble. A little bat bat here, a little look out from under her lids there. Oi! What a ham. She manages to talk with her body when the words are not quite under her grasp, well I should say since we are too stupid to know her language.

I think I will enjoy posting their adventures here. This will be a good way for me to record memories that I will have of them. A great deal more fun the writing in a book and you all get to read about my PERFECT (gag) children as well.

Talk you all later