Ummmm.... I got nothin' this week...
Other than the fact that, right this minute, Sweetie is stomping around our house wearing her Daddy's sandles and her American Idol sunglasses, pretending she's a dinosaur. She's roaring and saying that she's mad because she's hungry and wants pineapple but she only smells cornflakes.
Yeah. Other than that, I got nothin'.
Sorry.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Don't Mess With It, Texas
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, bro.
I heard about your little episode. The blood pressure dropping, the fainting, the blood, the scariness! The whole shebang. I hope you're feeling better now. And taking care of yourself.
I know you've been on meds for this for a while. Hope you're keeping up with that. Reminds me of myself.
I've been off my seizure meds for about 2 years now and, until recently, have been doing great. But within the last few months I've started to experience my own little episodes. Brief moments in time, while reading, that just make me stop in my tracks because I can't for the life of me figure out what A-N-D spells. Oh, they only last about 10 seconds or so, then I can go on my merry little way, happily reading my engrossing novel or interesting magazine article. But still, I've known that something wasn't right.
So I told my new neurologist about it and got an EEG done. Turns out there's a slight change in my brain from my last EEG that shows a slight propensity for seizures. And so it's best that I start back on the meds. And for the last few weeks, that's exactly what I've been getting back into.
I'm actually relieved - I wouldn't want to have a serious seizure again. Not ever, but especially not ever while I'm driving with Sweetie. I was so glad to be rid of medication before. But now I'm thankful for it, as it's a reassurance that I can keep myself under control - for myself and my family.
I watched the signs return into my life and listened to my body telling me to take better care of it. I hope you're doing the same. For yourself, for W and the kids, and for us - your entire family.
Rest up, feel better, and listen close to yourself. Can't wait to see you all again in just a couple more weeks.
I heard about your little episode. The blood pressure dropping, the fainting, the blood, the scariness! The whole shebang. I hope you're feeling better now. And taking care of yourself.
I know you've been on meds for this for a while. Hope you're keeping up with that. Reminds me of myself.
I've been off my seizure meds for about 2 years now and, until recently, have been doing great. But within the last few months I've started to experience my own little episodes. Brief moments in time, while reading, that just make me stop in my tracks because I can't for the life of me figure out what A-N-D spells. Oh, they only last about 10 seconds or so, then I can go on my merry little way, happily reading my engrossing novel or interesting magazine article. But still, I've known that something wasn't right.
So I told my new neurologist about it and got an EEG done. Turns out there's a slight change in my brain from my last EEG that shows a slight propensity for seizures. And so it's best that I start back on the meds. And for the last few weeks, that's exactly what I've been getting back into.
I'm actually relieved - I wouldn't want to have a serious seizure again. Not ever, but especially not ever while I'm driving with Sweetie. I was so glad to be rid of medication before. But now I'm thankful for it, as it's a reassurance that I can keep myself under control - for myself and my family.
I watched the signs return into my life and listened to my body telling me to take better care of it. I hope you're doing the same. For yourself, for W and the kids, and for us - your entire family.
Rest up, feel better, and listen close to yourself. Can't wait to see you all again in just a couple more weeks.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Mama Monday #64
Theme: Odyssey
I know the definition of odyssey is a long and adventurous journey. And parenthood certainly is that. But, funny thing, the first thing I thought when I saw that the theme this week was odyssey - I thought of the word like this: odd-i-cy. Isn't that odd?
Living with Sweetie, our lives are definitely filled with oddicy. Onc minute we're annoyed with her, yelling at her to listen to us and do what we say. She often is working our last nerve.
Then, two minutes later, she's giving us a funnily serious look, or telling us a not-so-funny funny joke, or relaying in her loooooonnnnnnggggg-winded way about a seemingly simple, everyday occurance. And it makes us laugh. And we can't believe just how amazing our little gift of a girl is. How smart and funny and clever and wise and endearing she is. How adorable she is. And how incredibly odd.
The other day she was looking at the product label of one of the foods on our counter. It happened to have her name in it, and she picked that right out. Also included in this product's label was the word nut. Ever since, she's been going around basically calling herself a nut all day long. And it's hilarious because it's so fitting. I'm constantly telling her what a nut she is.
Parenthood - an odyssey requiring great strength, humor, patience, love and courage.
Parenthood - an oddicy that's so much fun to live through, so miraculous to experience, and so emotional - drastically changing from one minute to the next - that you just can't wait to see where you're headed next.
I know the definition of odyssey is a long and adventurous journey. And parenthood certainly is that. But, funny thing, the first thing I thought when I saw that the theme this week was odyssey - I thought of the word like this: odd-i-cy. Isn't that odd?
Living with Sweetie, our lives are definitely filled with oddicy. Onc minute we're annoyed with her, yelling at her to listen to us and do what we say. She often is working our last nerve.
Then, two minutes later, she's giving us a funnily serious look, or telling us a not-so-funny funny joke, or relaying in her loooooonnnnnnggggg-winded way about a seemingly simple, everyday occurance. And it makes us laugh. And we can't believe just how amazing our little gift of a girl is. How smart and funny and clever and wise and endearing she is. How adorable she is. And how incredibly odd.
The other day she was looking at the product label of one of the foods on our counter. It happened to have her name in it, and she picked that right out. Also included in this product's label was the word nut. Ever since, she's been going around basically calling herself a nut all day long. And it's hilarious because it's so fitting. I'm constantly telling her what a nut she is.
Parenthood - an odyssey requiring great strength, humor, patience, love and courage.
Parenthood - an oddicy that's so much fun to live through, so miraculous to experience, and so emotional - drastically changing from one minute to the next - that you just can't wait to see where you're headed next.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Better
What's better than fighting with the computer about the specific frustrations of wine event order entry? What's better than sitting inside staring at the T.V? Or typing up a long, introspective essay at the keyboard while staring out the window on a beautiful summer day? Better than getting all wound up at Sweetie, explaining the intricacies of why Mommy can't play right now because she's stressed and upset and just go find Daddy already?!
Closing up shop, grabbing my book, and heading outside to enjoy the day too. That's what.
Closing up shop, grabbing my book, and heading outside to enjoy the day too. That's what.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Sweetie Saturday #63 - Who Made This Edition
Lately Sweetie's been asking me, Who made this _____? about EVERYTHING. It's cute, but I sadly admit I don't work too hard at coming up with meaningful answers.
Who made our couch?
The Couch Maker.
Who made the car?
The Car Maker.
Who made this pillow?
The Pillow Maker.
Oh well. At least I'm a little more accurate when she asks me about the various buildings she knows.
Who made my school (our house, the store, etc...)?
The Builder.
See? That's better, right? Anyway, Sweetie's always satisfied with my answers, even if I'm not.
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Speaking of builders, Sweetie saw one of her Daddy's magazines on the floor a couple nights ago. Pointing at the title, she asked me,
What does that say?
Woodwork
Oh... When I'm bigger, I can help Daddy and do woodwork too.
That'll be fun!
This prompted me to think of how often Sweetie talks about becoming a baby again (like in last week's Sweetie Saturday, here). Remembering said incident when she declared she'd like the toy when she's a baby again, I was impressed that - maybe, finally - she's starting to understand she'll only grow bigger, not smaller.
No sooner did I complete this thought, this specific memory of last week's conversation, then I noticed Sweetie's face twist into a thoughful expression.
Hey! she said. I thought I was going to be a baby again the day after Father's Day!
Yeah, you did. What happened with that?
I don't know!
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Yesterday morning Sweetie spied a ripe avocado sitting on our kitchen island. Aha! Just what she wanted to take to Nana's house for lunch.
When we arrived at Nana's, Sweetie instructed me to hold the avocado behind my back so Nana could guess our surprise.
Guess what we brought, Nana!
I don't know. Give me a clue. What color is it?
Uh... It's green inside. And... it's a color I never, ever saw before on the outside!
Huh. Next time you're at the grocery store, take a good look at this fruit. She's right, they're not simply dark green - avocados are an odd sort of color.
But she loves 'em anyway. That's my healthy girl!
Who made our couch?
The Couch Maker.
Who made the car?
The Car Maker.
Who made this pillow?
The Pillow Maker.
Oh well. At least I'm a little more accurate when she asks me about the various buildings she knows.
Who made my school (our house, the store, etc...)?
The Builder.
See? That's better, right? Anyway, Sweetie's always satisfied with my answers, even if I'm not.
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Speaking of builders, Sweetie saw one of her Daddy's magazines on the floor a couple nights ago. Pointing at the title, she asked me,
What does that say?
Woodwork
Oh... When I'm bigger, I can help Daddy and do woodwork too.
That'll be fun!
This prompted me to think of how often Sweetie talks about becoming a baby again (like in last week's Sweetie Saturday, here). Remembering said incident when she declared she'd like the toy when she's a baby again, I was impressed that - maybe, finally - she's starting to understand she'll only grow bigger, not smaller.
No sooner did I complete this thought, this specific memory of last week's conversation, then I noticed Sweetie's face twist into a thoughful expression.
Hey! she said. I thought I was going to be a baby again the day after Father's Day!
Yeah, you did. What happened with that?
I don't know!
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Yesterday morning Sweetie spied a ripe avocado sitting on our kitchen island. Aha! Just what she wanted to take to Nana's house for lunch.
When we arrived at Nana's, Sweetie instructed me to hold the avocado behind my back so Nana could guess our surprise.
Guess what we brought, Nana!
I don't know. Give me a clue. What color is it?
Uh... It's green inside. And... it's a color I never, ever saw before on the outside!
Huh. Next time you're at the grocery store, take a good look at this fruit. She's right, they're not simply dark green - avocados are an odd sort of color.
But she loves 'em anyway. That's my healthy girl!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
The Little Things
This past Monday I proudly called my mom after Sweetie and I had successfully accomplished something together for the first time...
We went grocery shopping!
I know, I know... hardly noteworthy, huh? Most every mom out there has managed hundreds of trips to the grocery store with their little one(s). What's the big deal?
Well, this little thing for most was quite a big thing for us! For starters, the three of us tend to either all grocery shop together, or Hubby goes on his own. Occasionally, if I need time to myself, Hubby will take Sweetie along with him. This is our routine. As I've mentioned before, Hubby is much more in charge of the cooking in our house than I am, so he has a better handle on what needs to be purchased. Plus, it's just much easier this way. Getting around a grocery store on my own is hard enough for me, what with managing the cart and my walking stick and increasingly numbifying left upper leg and all. I couldn't imagine regularly going with just Sweetie and I!
But we definitely were in need of a few items, and we had the time. It wasn't going to be an all-out huge undertaking. Just getting a handful of necessary things.
So we went. And we did just fine.
But first, I laid out the ground rules, making sure Sweetie could repeat them back to me (hold Mommy's hand in the parking lot, stay seated in the car cart the whole time in the store, and behave well. Also, no going potty at the store - we can't take the cart in the bathroom, and we can't leave it alone in the aisles. Go before we leave home). Oh, and there was a wee bit of bribery too (be good and we can get McDonalds for lunch on our way home. If you misbehave at all - no McDonalds).
So, after all that, Sweetie was great! She drove us around the store in her car cart and only whined a little about wanting me to get a special Sweetie food (You know, Mommy. It's small and brown. You eat it for breakfast.... Took me awhile, but I finally figured it out). And then we were done, on our way to the McDonalds drive-thru.
Yay! I was so proud of Sweetie for being so good. And so proud of me for getting this seemingly mundane task handled and completed without incident. Go, us!
Some other little things that Sweetie's impressed me with in recent weeks:
• She invented walking tag for she and I to play together outside. She knows I can't run around like she or Daddy can. So, completely on her own, she came up with a way for the two of us to play one of her favorite outdoor games.
• She's genuinely concerned for me - dare I say, scared for me - when I fall sometimes. For example, one night she came in to us in the middle of the night. When I got out of bed to take her back to her room, I ended up falling in the hallway. I was fine - it's just with the dark and my tired state and my slippy socks (like this, only Winnie the Pooh themed) fooping around to the non non-skid side of things, I sometimes fall. But Sweetie instantly started crying - for me - when I fell. I had to quickly tell her I was okay, it was alright. And then she was fine again.
Same thing when I fell yesterday evening in our living room. I was trying to carry a glass of red wine in one hand and a plate of cheese and crackers in the other. My leg started to go numb, though, and I just lost it. The wine went flying, the crackers crashed on the floor, and I crumbled along with it all. It was awesome! Heck - I meant to do it, really! I wanted to try out the WineAway product I sell through TTV. Let me tell ya - it works great!).
Anyway, it was an intense moment, what with all the food and drink spillage and the rush and confusion of quickly cleaning it all up. Sweetie started crying again. Yes, I suppose she could have been crying about the general chaos of the situation, but something told me she was mostly concerned about me. Sure enough, as soon as I told her I was okay, she calmed down. She went right on drawing her silly pictures as Hubby and I picked up the rest of the pieces.
• And this one, which has no bearing on my physical abilities (or lack thereof), but is just such a nice change from the days of Daddy Rules and Mommy Drools....
Sweetie had another nightmare a couple nights ago. When I woke to her frantic cries (she was still in her room), I woke Hubby up to go see what was the matter (see above difficulties with me walking around in the night). Hubby got to her first, but she was crying so hard that I got myself (successfully up and over) to her room as well.
No! I want Mommy!, Sweetie yelled/cried at her Daddy.
I'm here, I'm here.
A little back rubbing and Sweetie was calmed down. Turns out this dream had bugs, like beetles, crawling all over her. Yuck!
She asked me if I'd please sleep with her for a little while. Sure. We snuggled in and she cozied up to me. After just a few minutes I reassured her that I thought she would be alright now and that I was going back to my own bed.
Okay, Mommy.
With a kiss and an I love you exchanged, I left her tucked in her bed and she was fine for the rest of the night.
What a compassionate, caring Sweetie we've got, huh? Yeah - her name sure does suit her well.
We went grocery shopping!
I know, I know... hardly noteworthy, huh? Most every mom out there has managed hundreds of trips to the grocery store with their little one(s). What's the big deal?
Well, this little thing for most was quite a big thing for us! For starters, the three of us tend to either all grocery shop together, or Hubby goes on his own. Occasionally, if I need time to myself, Hubby will take Sweetie along with him. This is our routine. As I've mentioned before, Hubby is much more in charge of the cooking in our house than I am, so he has a better handle on what needs to be purchased. Plus, it's just much easier this way. Getting around a grocery store on my own is hard enough for me, what with managing the cart and my walking stick and increasingly numbifying left upper leg and all. I couldn't imagine regularly going with just Sweetie and I!
But we definitely were in need of a few items, and we had the time. It wasn't going to be an all-out huge undertaking. Just getting a handful of necessary things.
So we went. And we did just fine.
But first, I laid out the ground rules, making sure Sweetie could repeat them back to me (hold Mommy's hand in the parking lot, stay seated in the car cart the whole time in the store, and behave well. Also, no going potty at the store - we can't take the cart in the bathroom, and we can't leave it alone in the aisles. Go before we leave home). Oh, and there was a wee bit of bribery too (be good and we can get McDonalds for lunch on our way home. If you misbehave at all - no McDonalds).
So, after all that, Sweetie was great! She drove us around the store in her car cart and only whined a little about wanting me to get a special Sweetie food (You know, Mommy. It's small and brown. You eat it for breakfast.... Took me awhile, but I finally figured it out). And then we were done, on our way to the McDonalds drive-thru.
Yay! I was so proud of Sweetie for being so good. And so proud of me for getting this seemingly mundane task handled and completed without incident. Go, us!
Some other little things that Sweetie's impressed me with in recent weeks:
• She invented walking tag for she and I to play together outside. She knows I can't run around like she or Daddy can. So, completely on her own, she came up with a way for the two of us to play one of her favorite outdoor games.
• She's genuinely concerned for me - dare I say, scared for me - when I fall sometimes. For example, one night she came in to us in the middle of the night. When I got out of bed to take her back to her room, I ended up falling in the hallway. I was fine - it's just with the dark and my tired state and my slippy socks (like this, only Winnie the Pooh themed) fooping around to the non non-skid side of things, I sometimes fall. But Sweetie instantly started crying - for me - when I fell. I had to quickly tell her I was okay, it was alright. And then she was fine again.
Same thing when I fell yesterday evening in our living room. I was trying to carry a glass of red wine in one hand and a plate of cheese and crackers in the other. My leg started to go numb, though, and I just lost it. The wine went flying, the crackers crashed on the floor, and I crumbled along with it all. It was awesome! Heck - I meant to do it, really! I wanted to try out the WineAway product I sell through TTV. Let me tell ya - it works great!).
Anyway, it was an intense moment, what with all the food and drink spillage and the rush and confusion of quickly cleaning it all up. Sweetie started crying again. Yes, I suppose she could have been crying about the general chaos of the situation, but something told me she was mostly concerned about me. Sure enough, as soon as I told her I was okay, she calmed down. She went right on drawing her silly pictures as Hubby and I picked up the rest of the pieces.
• And this one, which has no bearing on my physical abilities (or lack thereof), but is just such a nice change from the days of Daddy Rules and Mommy Drools....
Sweetie had another nightmare a couple nights ago. When I woke to her frantic cries (she was still in her room), I woke Hubby up to go see what was the matter (see above difficulties with me walking around in the night). Hubby got to her first, but she was crying so hard that I got myself (successfully up and over) to her room as well.
No! I want Mommy!, Sweetie yelled/cried at her Daddy.
I'm here, I'm here.
A little back rubbing and Sweetie was calmed down. Turns out this dream had bugs, like beetles, crawling all over her. Yuck!
She asked me if I'd please sleep with her for a little while. Sure. We snuggled in and she cozied up to me. After just a few minutes I reassured her that I thought she would be alright now and that I was going back to my own bed.
Okay, Mommy.
With a kiss and an I love you exchanged, I left her tucked in her bed and she was fine for the rest of the night.
What a compassionate, caring Sweetie we've got, huh? Yeah - her name sure does suit her well.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Mama Monday #63
Theme: Humility
Kids don't know the meaning of humility.
Thank goodness.
(To view Sweetie's video, please contact me at sbmoms@gmail.com to get the log-in information. I'm happy to share with friends, family and genuine Mama Says Om readers only, please).
Kids don't know the meaning of humility.
Thank goodness.
(To view Sweetie's video, please contact me at sbmoms@gmail.com to get the log-in information. I'm happy to share with friends, family and genuine Mama Says Om readers only, please).
Sunday, June 17, 2007
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