Happy Memorial Day and a huge Thank You to everyone who has served and sacrificed for our freedoms!
The thing about three day weekends is that you have three days with your children.... THREE days with your children. No break of work... just you and the kids... THREE days!
The kids were really good this weekend, even today! We took them out in the back yard in some of their junk clothes and just let them play in the dirt. OH MY GOD! I did not know that much dirt existed on the entire planet. My children apparently love to not only scoop up the dirt and just pour it back out again, but throwing it at each other as well. Of course, being the Ultra Cool Mama that I am (LOL....NOT) I just let them play and keep throwing the dirt around for about 30 minutes. We brought them in the house and went straight to the bathroom and stripped them. Now, before they came in I had already dusted them off outside. So, into the tub they went. And once we rinsed then off- I had to drain the tub and fill it up again to actually wash them. And even with that, it looked as if mud was running down Harpers face when I rinsed her hair out.
The second thing about this weekend, is apparently our children are going through a growth spurt. Which means that they are essentially eating all of the time. Now, if you have been following my blog for a while you have seen what we typically go through in a week. Let me just tell you what we have gone through today:
2 eggs
1 banana
1 package oatmeal
1 bunch of grapes
1/2 pint of blueberries
2 cups of goldfish
2 PB&J's
2 cups of chips
2 hamburgers
2 cups of baked beans
1 tomato
1 cup of doritos
1 cheese sandwich
3 pieces of cinnamon raisin toast
3 whole ears of corn
pint of strawberries
JUST THE KIDS....... No exaggeration.
Those kids are putting down!!!!!!
Oh, and Jack now says, "I love you so much mama!"
Like I said, the kids were really good this weekend, but Thank GOD tomorrow is a work day.
Come join us on the next little dirt road of life~
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Super Kids~
We have now officially reached the Dress Up Stage and I cannot wait to see what they do!
This weekend all of my children discovered Capes, so they became Super Jack, Super Paul and Super Harper. They flew all around the house! And mama learned a valuable lesson--- IF you tell them that their Super Milk will help them Super Fly Super Fast- they drink it Super Quick!!! ( Just a tip!)
They also have discovered the world of cowboys thanks to a Woody costume hat. Jack actually tugged Harper's hair and she said "Go away Cowboy!" Pauley also has started to say "Yee-Haw" whenever he sees a cowboy hat or related item. It is just too cute. I cannot wait to see what else is to come!
Quick one today
Join us on the next trot down the path of life~
This weekend all of my children discovered Capes, so they became Super Jack, Super Paul and Super Harper. They flew all around the house! And mama learned a valuable lesson--- IF you tell them that their Super Milk will help them Super Fly Super Fast- they drink it Super Quick!!! ( Just a tip!)
They also have discovered the world of cowboys thanks to a Woody costume hat. Jack actually tugged Harper's hair and she said "Go away Cowboy!" Pauley also has started to say "Yee-Haw" whenever he sees a cowboy hat or related item. It is just too cute. I cannot wait to see what else is to come!
Quick one today
Join us on the next trot down the path of life~
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Funny Things that Kids Say
Well, its official- our kids are hilarious! Jack knows that he is being a ham. He will make something "disappear" - also know as throwing something behind him- and then say "Ta-Da" and bow. Our not quite two and a half year old son knows how to Take a Bow. To an audience. Where on earth do they learn those types of things?
Last night while we were driving home, I told the kids that they had a surprise waiting for them at home and could they guess what that might be? Harper looked at me with her one of a kind smile and said "Book?" She looked so thrilled at the thought of a book that I giggled a little bit. I told her no and asked if she could think of anything else. She looked at me and said "Two Books?" Well that got quite a laugh out of me. And that was it- the Sillies were off to the races!!! Boy, can that girl giggle!
A little while later I asked her what she had all over her face and she grinned and said "Lips!" Well, I am sure you know where we are going with this!
Jack on the way to work today, started counting his family members. He said "One Mommy. One Dad-Dee. One Harper (of course he almost sounds as if he has a cockney accent because he tends to drop the H) One Pauley. I do not know why he wanted to count us, but it was CUTE! He also decided that they should all go to different locations today as well. He informed us that Pauley was going to Francis's house, Harper was going to church and that he was going to Juice's house.
Pauley is more the strong silent type. He is within the realm of normal for a singleton his age, he just chooses not to say as much as the other two. I honestly do not know how our ears are going to handle TWO teenage talkers, because I do not see Jack slowing down at all and lets face it MOST girls talk up a storm starting at the age of about one years old. I know that Harper certainly does!
So, that's it- that is my cute little time capsule for today. Please join us on our next little frolic down the road of life~
Last night while we were driving home, I told the kids that they had a surprise waiting for them at home and could they guess what that might be? Harper looked at me with her one of a kind smile and said "Book?" She looked so thrilled at the thought of a book that I giggled a little bit. I told her no and asked if she could think of anything else. She looked at me and said "Two Books?" Well that got quite a laugh out of me. And that was it- the Sillies were off to the races!!! Boy, can that girl giggle!
A little while later I asked her what she had all over her face and she grinned and said "Lips!" Well, I am sure you know where we are going with this!
Jack on the way to work today, started counting his family members. He said "One Mommy. One Dad-Dee. One Harper (of course he almost sounds as if he has a cockney accent because he tends to drop the H) One Pauley. I do not know why he wanted to count us, but it was CUTE! He also decided that they should all go to different locations today as well. He informed us that Pauley was going to Francis's house, Harper was going to church and that he was going to Juice's house.
Pauley is more the strong silent type. He is within the realm of normal for a singleton his age, he just chooses not to say as much as the other two. I honestly do not know how our ears are going to handle TWO teenage talkers, because I do not see Jack slowing down at all and lets face it MOST girls talk up a storm starting at the age of about one years old. I know that Harper certainly does!
So, that's it- that is my cute little time capsule for today. Please join us on our next little frolic down the road of life~
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Our Pink Princess~
I think that it is time for the story of Harper. I know that for some of you who have been gracious enough to follow along that you may be wondering what her "Sleep Story" is--- well, in order to tell you that story I have to tell you this one. So, let us begin...
My first born was Jack- so tiny at only 3 1/2 pounds- but such a trooper. He was followed one minute later by Pauley- my big He-Man- so sweet. He was followed one minute later by Harper- our little pink princess. She entered this world at 5:46 pm on December 26th 2008. She was perfect. In every way, absolutely perfect. She weighed in at exactly 5 pounds and she was 18 inches long. She needed no help and in fact, never set foot into the NICU- she went straight to the PCN. The first time I saw her, she was bundled up with her lips as puckered as if she had just eaten 10 lemons! Her lips could have had another zip code. She was gorgeous. And very, very, very pink! She would have blended into a Pepto Bismol backdrop.
Harper did not open her eyes for essentially the first six weeks she was on this Earth. Oh sure, she would crack them every once in a while just to check and see if we were all still here and then close them again. I am not exaggerating, we did not know what color eyes she had until she was almost 2 months old!
In the PCN, she was the easiest child to learn how to manage. Apparently she was saving it all up for when we brought her home.
For those of you who dont know, when you have children that are in either the NICU or PCN, they actually make you pass a test before you are allowed to bring home your child(ren). Not kidding, you have to pass a test. They set you up in a room with them and you get to keep them all that night. Ok, what the heck is the deal with that?????? You do not get any sleep, I mean lets face it- hospital beds are hard to sleep in when you are on REALLY good drugs, you dont have a chance otherwise. Lets save that little fun time for another story, shall we? Lets just say, we survived, they survived. We were released to come home with two of our children. The entire time that they were in the ward, I kept mentioning how pink Harper was - the nurses never thought anything of it. Until we were walking her out into the sunshine- then the nurse said, " You're right, she is REALLY pink!" DUH-------
So, we walk into the house. And then we realize- we have NO idea what we are supposed to do next!. What the HELL were those people thinking? They let us leave with our children? No supervision? No Chaperone? OH NO....
After the teensy tiny split second of panic, we settled in. We swaddled Harper and Pauley. We put them both in the bassinet. That is when Harper must have thought: I am home now. I can be me.
For the next 4 weeks that child did nothing but GRUNT. For those who have not have the pleasure of having a child who has intestines that are not exactly in tune all the way down the pipe, boy have you missed out!!! Every time she would try to go poopy- she grunted. Lets just say she needed to relax. For 4 weeks she grunted. FOUR WEEKS. GRUNTING. She was also the squirmiest child I have ever seen. She was never still, not even when she was asleep. She would turn from one side of her face to the other and then back again, all within one minute. She would take more than 30 minutes to go to sleep. With us trying every single trick in the book. But I promise, the story of the Not Sleeping Beauty will make its appearance shortly.
Harper was the second child that we bathed at home. She was a pretty chill baby as long as she was not hungry, tired or poopy. Or just felt like being cranky. You get the picture.
She is out little pink princess. Now and forever.
Please join us on the next little Grunt down the road of life, won't you~
My first born was Jack- so tiny at only 3 1/2 pounds- but such a trooper. He was followed one minute later by Pauley- my big He-Man- so sweet. He was followed one minute later by Harper- our little pink princess. She entered this world at 5:46 pm on December 26th 2008. She was perfect. In every way, absolutely perfect. She weighed in at exactly 5 pounds and she was 18 inches long. She needed no help and in fact, never set foot into the NICU- she went straight to the PCN. The first time I saw her, she was bundled up with her lips as puckered as if she had just eaten 10 lemons! Her lips could have had another zip code. She was gorgeous. And very, very, very pink! She would have blended into a Pepto Bismol backdrop.
Harper did not open her eyes for essentially the first six weeks she was on this Earth. Oh sure, she would crack them every once in a while just to check and see if we were all still here and then close them again. I am not exaggerating, we did not know what color eyes she had until she was almost 2 months old!
In the PCN, she was the easiest child to learn how to manage. Apparently she was saving it all up for when we brought her home.
For those of you who dont know, when you have children that are in either the NICU or PCN, they actually make you pass a test before you are allowed to bring home your child(ren). Not kidding, you have to pass a test. They set you up in a room with them and you get to keep them all that night. Ok, what the heck is the deal with that?????? You do not get any sleep, I mean lets face it- hospital beds are hard to sleep in when you are on REALLY good drugs, you dont have a chance otherwise. Lets save that little fun time for another story, shall we? Lets just say, we survived, they survived. We were released to come home with two of our children. The entire time that they were in the ward, I kept mentioning how pink Harper was - the nurses never thought anything of it. Until we were walking her out into the sunshine- then the nurse said, " You're right, she is REALLY pink!" DUH-------
So, we walk into the house. And then we realize- we have NO idea what we are supposed to do next!. What the HELL were those people thinking? They let us leave with our children? No supervision? No Chaperone? OH NO....
After the teensy tiny split second of panic, we settled in. We swaddled Harper and Pauley. We put them both in the bassinet. That is when Harper must have thought: I am home now. I can be me.
For the next 4 weeks that child did nothing but GRUNT. For those who have not have the pleasure of having a child who has intestines that are not exactly in tune all the way down the pipe, boy have you missed out!!! Every time she would try to go poopy- she grunted. Lets just say she needed to relax. For 4 weeks she grunted. FOUR WEEKS. GRUNTING. She was also the squirmiest child I have ever seen. She was never still, not even when she was asleep. She would turn from one side of her face to the other and then back again, all within one minute. She would take more than 30 minutes to go to sleep. With us trying every single trick in the book. But I promise, the story of the Not Sleeping Beauty will make its appearance shortly.
Harper was the second child that we bathed at home. She was a pretty chill baby as long as she was not hungry, tired or poopy. Or just felt like being cranky. You get the picture.
She is out little pink princess. Now and forever.
Please join us on the next little Grunt down the road of life, won't you~
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The story of Pauley~
I have talked about how Jack came to be the Jack-Jack Attack that he is, but now its time to talk about how Pauley came to be our super sweet He-Man.
During the entire 34 weeks and 5 days that I was pregnant Paul was on my left side head up. At least every single time that I had an Ultrasound done. Since I was one of those "Advance Maternal Age" women out there AND since I had triplets I was treated, lets just cal it that, to an Ultrasound. At every single one of them Baby B, as Pauley was known back then, was essentially in the same place. One worry that a lot of people have is Which Baby Will Arrive in Which Order. When you have multiples, they call each baby by either A, B, C, D, E, etc. --- Complete side note here, Octomom had kids at once, 7 of them have an H in their name EXCEPT for baby H... For those of you who know me, that is TOTALLY messing with my (almost) OCD sense of symmetry, but I digress!---- Now, if you are like me, then you have the name(s) picked out pretty soon after, or even before, finding out that you are pregnant. So, while you are bonding you usually call them by name. Which leads to a dilemma as babies can move and switch position the entire pregnancy, especially with twins. Therefore, how do you know that the baby A that you named Amy Lynn is the baby that was SUPPOSED to be named Amy Lynn and not Betty Sue.... See the problem???
Obviously, there was not a whole lot of room in there for them to move around once they were past a certain size- disaster averted! My He-Man was always the biggest baby, we will not mention the one week that Harper edged him out by a quarter ounce, so, we always knew Pauley was Pauley.
Once it was go time, Pauley was the second one to be greeted into the world. He was the biggest, by quite a measure! Jack was 3 1/2 pounds, Harper was 5 pounds even and Pauley was 5 1/2 pounds. The average for triplets the average gestation is 32 weeks and 2 1/2 pounds- so we beat the odds all the way around. But, he also happened to be the one who was having the most trouble breathing. He had to be put on a CPAP machine. My Paul was the only one that I did not get to lay eyes on in the operating room. He was not on the machine for long- he was such a trooper. He and Harper came home at only two weeks old!
Once we got them home, he proved to be my challenge. Paul was the one who had the worst reflux- the boy would spew like Mt Saint Helens if you even thought of putting him down after a bottle. Even if it was 15 minutes before his next bottle, he was still giving it all back!!! I cannot even begin to tell you how many nights he slept on my chest while I was sitting... ok, sleeping.... in the recliner!
He also spent a few months sleeping in the swing- yes, while it was one. He was also the one that led to the creation of the stroller derby- we had to "stroll" him, back and forth, across the living room floor until our arms came out of their sockets OR he fell asleep. Sometimes both had to happen. Pauley was also the only child that we allowed to sleep on their back. I told you, I have broken just about all the rules out there!!!
Paul was also the first to roll over, crawl, cruise and walk. Oh yeah, and the first one to eat solid food at 2 months- due to his reflux.
Pauley is also the first child to giggle OR throw an over the top temper tantrum! He loves hopping and coloring. His is such a sensitive funny soul!
When my children were still in the PCN I told my husband that Jack was my heart and Harper was my world. Pauley, he was my soul. That is the story of Pauley.
Please join us on the next little frog jump down the path of our life, won't you~
During the entire 34 weeks and 5 days that I was pregnant Paul was on my left side head up. At least every single time that I had an Ultrasound done. Since I was one of those "Advance Maternal Age" women out there AND since I had triplets I was treated, lets just cal it that, to an Ultrasound. At every single one of them Baby B, as Pauley was known back then, was essentially in the same place. One worry that a lot of people have is Which Baby Will Arrive in Which Order. When you have multiples, they call each baby by either A, B, C, D, E, etc. --- Complete side note here, Octomom had kids at once, 7 of them have an H in their name EXCEPT for baby H... For those of you who know me, that is TOTALLY messing with my (almost) OCD sense of symmetry, but I digress!---- Now, if you are like me, then you have the name(s) picked out pretty soon after, or even before, finding out that you are pregnant. So, while you are bonding you usually call them by name. Which leads to a dilemma as babies can move and switch position the entire pregnancy, especially with twins. Therefore, how do you know that the baby A that you named Amy Lynn is the baby that was SUPPOSED to be named Amy Lynn and not Betty Sue.... See the problem???
Obviously, there was not a whole lot of room in there for them to move around once they were past a certain size- disaster averted! My He-Man was always the biggest baby, we will not mention the one week that Harper edged him out by a quarter ounce, so, we always knew Pauley was Pauley.
Once it was go time, Pauley was the second one to be greeted into the world. He was the biggest, by quite a measure! Jack was 3 1/2 pounds, Harper was 5 pounds even and Pauley was 5 1/2 pounds. The average for triplets the average gestation is 32 weeks and 2 1/2 pounds- so we beat the odds all the way around. But, he also happened to be the one who was having the most trouble breathing. He had to be put on a CPAP machine. My Paul was the only one that I did not get to lay eyes on in the operating room. He was not on the machine for long- he was such a trooper. He and Harper came home at only two weeks old!
Once we got them home, he proved to be my challenge. Paul was the one who had the worst reflux- the boy would spew like Mt Saint Helens if you even thought of putting him down after a bottle. Even if it was 15 minutes before his next bottle, he was still giving it all back!!! I cannot even begin to tell you how many nights he slept on my chest while I was sitting... ok, sleeping.... in the recliner!
He also spent a few months sleeping in the swing- yes, while it was one. He was also the one that led to the creation of the stroller derby- we had to "stroll" him, back and forth, across the living room floor until our arms came out of their sockets OR he fell asleep. Sometimes both had to happen. Pauley was also the only child that we allowed to sleep on their back. I told you, I have broken just about all the rules out there!!!
Paul was also the first to roll over, crawl, cruise and walk. Oh yeah, and the first one to eat solid food at 2 months- due to his reflux.
Pauley is also the first child to giggle OR throw an over the top temper tantrum! He loves hopping and coloring. His is such a sensitive funny soul!
When my children were still in the PCN I told my husband that Jack was my heart and Harper was my world. Pauley, he was my soul. That is the story of Pauley.
Please join us on the next little frog jump down the path of our life, won't you~
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy Mothers Day- Part II
I kinda knew when I posted that my Mothers Day would be spectacular no matter what that I was leaving the door wide open. Next time I am going to have to listen to that little inner voice. My Third Mothers Day began at 4:35 am this morning, hearing Pauley cough in a way that I have never heard anyone else cough. It was almost as if he was getting sick, moaning and coughing all at the same time. My Hubby went in to check on him and came back into our bedroom a few minutes later, asking me to come and look at Pauley- he just didnt seem right. So, we went back into the boys room and I picked Pauley up. He was breathing very rapidly and very shallow. I took him into the living room so that I could hold him upright against my chest- hoping that he would be able to breathe better. He did not improve, so we decided that he needed to go to the Emergency Room.
Two and a half hours later, Pauley and Hubby were back. They had given him two breathing treatments, a dose of steroids and some tylenol. They did a chest X-Ray and said that his chest was completely clear. The overall diagnosis was either he still had Croup from a week ago or he probably has Asthma. We will need to take him to his Pediatrician sometime this week so that we can rule something in or out.
As soon as he got home he was running around and playing just like nothing had happened. A few hours later the Revenge of the Steroids kicked in. If you have not yet had the opportunity to have your child on Steroids, please take my word for it- they are NOT happy little campers.
So that is my lesson learned for the weekend. Do not leave yourself wide open for things like this. And the best gift a mother could ever have, any day of the year, is the health of their children. I know that I have certainly been blessed.
Please join us on the next little prance down the road of life~
Two and a half hours later, Pauley and Hubby were back. They had given him two breathing treatments, a dose of steroids and some tylenol. They did a chest X-Ray and said that his chest was completely clear. The overall diagnosis was either he still had Croup from a week ago or he probably has Asthma. We will need to take him to his Pediatrician sometime this week so that we can rule something in or out.
As soon as he got home he was running around and playing just like nothing had happened. A few hours later the Revenge of the Steroids kicked in. If you have not yet had the opportunity to have your child on Steroids, please take my word for it- they are NOT happy little campers.
So that is my lesson learned for the weekend. Do not leave yourself wide open for things like this. And the best gift a mother could ever have, any day of the year, is the health of their children. I know that I have certainly been blessed.
Please join us on the next little prance down the road of life~
Friday, May 6, 2011
Happy Mothers Day
This is going to be the first Mothers Day that I can say I will truly enjoy. I know that my children will be 2 1/2 soon, so this is their third Mothers Day, but please- let me explain:
The first three months of their lives, I took almost every single overnight shift. On March 2nd I went back to work. At that time only Harper was sleeping through the night on a regular basis. Jack begin sleeping through the night right around the FIRST Mothers Day. That day we decided that since the babies were so portable, we would all go to my mothers house. Needless to say, I was still severely sleep deprived at this point. My gift to myself that day was taking a nap, while other people watched my children. It was glorious, way too short, but glorious. That day Pauley gave me a gift- he laughed for the first time. My husband sat him up on a bed and took Pauley's hands and ran them through his beard- Pauley giggled. And then full on belly laughed. Over and Over. It was spectacular.
Lets skip to the SECOND Mothers Day. This year, the babies were not quite so portable. They were mobile though, so if anything was going to get broken it should be at my house- so everyone came there. I was also in charge of cooking everything for our family, my mother, his mother and her husband, my sister, my brother-in-law and my niece. Can we say just a little bit stressful, especially since my mother said that she would "be there early to help" and then arrive 15 minutes before everyone else. Not my idea of early. Of course, there was also the usual family spat- I assume that every family has at least one at every gathering, right? Well, if not- then your family is just plain ODD, I mean really... Just be like the rest of us, its so much easier.
This year is going to be fantastic. All of the babies are sleeping through the night and Harper walks herself to bed now. (I will do a side piece on that for those of you who do not know LONG LONG tale of Sleep Horrors that we faced with our Little Princess.... Trust me that is worth the telling!) They have finally started liking Church and in fact request to go there in the middle of the week. They should all be pretty much healthy by then and over their allergies and colds. The weather is supposed to be nice and warm, but not too hot. And the only thing that we have planned is a simple dinner with my mother in law, since my mom is working. I have no expectations and no set in stone plans. So, no stress, no worry... Yup- this year should be fantastic. Here's hoping!
Happy Mothers Day to everyone who is a mother, either in the flesh or the spirit!
Join us on our next little stroll down the avenue of life~
The first three months of their lives, I took almost every single overnight shift. On March 2nd I went back to work. At that time only Harper was sleeping through the night on a regular basis. Jack begin sleeping through the night right around the FIRST Mothers Day. That day we decided that since the babies were so portable, we would all go to my mothers house. Needless to say, I was still severely sleep deprived at this point. My gift to myself that day was taking a nap, while other people watched my children. It was glorious, way too short, but glorious. That day Pauley gave me a gift- he laughed for the first time. My husband sat him up on a bed and took Pauley's hands and ran them through his beard- Pauley giggled. And then full on belly laughed. Over and Over. It was spectacular.
Lets skip to the SECOND Mothers Day. This year, the babies were not quite so portable. They were mobile though, so if anything was going to get broken it should be at my house- so everyone came there. I was also in charge of cooking everything for our family, my mother, his mother and her husband, my sister, my brother-in-law and my niece. Can we say just a little bit stressful, especially since my mother said that she would "be there early to help" and then arrive 15 minutes before everyone else. Not my idea of early. Of course, there was also the usual family spat- I assume that every family has at least one at every gathering, right? Well, if not- then your family is just plain ODD, I mean really... Just be like the rest of us, its so much easier.
This year is going to be fantastic. All of the babies are sleeping through the night and Harper walks herself to bed now. (I will do a side piece on that for those of you who do not know LONG LONG tale of Sleep Horrors that we faced with our Little Princess.... Trust me that is worth the telling!) They have finally started liking Church and in fact request to go there in the middle of the week. They should all be pretty much healthy by then and over their allergies and colds. The weather is supposed to be nice and warm, but not too hot. And the only thing that we have planned is a simple dinner with my mother in law, since my mom is working. I have no expectations and no set in stone plans. So, no stress, no worry... Yup- this year should be fantastic. Here's hoping!
Happy Mothers Day to everyone who is a mother, either in the flesh or the spirit!
Join us on our next little stroll down the avenue of life~
Sunday, May 1, 2011
When your plan derails...
Ok, so Saturday morning my hubby and I woke up knowing that we were going to work about four hours of overtime and then we would come home and have a nice little quiet weekend with our children.
Needless to say, the best laid plans and all of that...
We got home, with McD's in hand, and were greeted with a weird breathing pattern and coughing noise coming from Pauley. We didnt like that at all, but wanted to wait until after their nap to see if maybe he would feel a little better. Let's just say that did not happen. As soon as he woke up, his fever was higher and we decided that he would need to be seen. There is a wonderful new invention of a Pediatric only version of Patients First called Kid Med. They only have hours when the regular Ped office would be closed. It is a magnificent thing.
So, into the new minivan we went. And leave it to Pauley to christen it with spitting up, but that is a whole nother story.
We get to the office and there is only one other child there. The wait was not long at all and the staff was very nice. Sweet Little Pauley did so well, he didnt cry once. He was a trooper. They even gave him a popcicle. Apparently we have the only children on the face of the earth who do not like popcicles... But again, that is a different story.
Pauley got medicated and we got sent down the road. Later that night, we discovered that it is totally possible to sleep on the floor on our living room while Paul slept on the sofa and actually sleep. Of course, I woke up when he rolled off the sofa- odd fact, I was the only one who did- Pauley slept through it.
This morning dawns, oh so very very early. Pauley decides that he is totally ok to laugh one second and scream bloody murder the next. We still do not know why... but if we go into the kitchen and do not let him in- it starts world war three.
Plans are meant to be fluid and malleable--- good thing we arent afraid of change in our household!
Join us for the next little hiccup in the dirt road of life~
Needless to say, the best laid plans and all of that...
We got home, with McD's in hand, and were greeted with a weird breathing pattern and coughing noise coming from Pauley. We didnt like that at all, but wanted to wait until after their nap to see if maybe he would feel a little better. Let's just say that did not happen. As soon as he woke up, his fever was higher and we decided that he would need to be seen. There is a wonderful new invention of a Pediatric only version of Patients First called Kid Med. They only have hours when the regular Ped office would be closed. It is a magnificent thing.
So, into the new minivan we went. And leave it to Pauley to christen it with spitting up, but that is a whole nother story.
We get to the office and there is only one other child there. The wait was not long at all and the staff was very nice. Sweet Little Pauley did so well, he didnt cry once. He was a trooper. They even gave him a popcicle. Apparently we have the only children on the face of the earth who do not like popcicles... But again, that is a different story.
Pauley got medicated and we got sent down the road. Later that night, we discovered that it is totally possible to sleep on the floor on our living room while Paul slept on the sofa and actually sleep. Of course, I woke up when he rolled off the sofa- odd fact, I was the only one who did- Pauley slept through it.
This morning dawns, oh so very very early. Pauley decides that he is totally ok to laugh one second and scream bloody murder the next. We still do not know why... but if we go into the kitchen and do not let him in- it starts world war three.
Plans are meant to be fluid and malleable--- good thing we arent afraid of change in our household!
Join us for the next little hiccup in the dirt road of life~
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