Thanks folks, they're here all week

Snippets from the funny farm:

Friday my son, B, ready to get into our new larger pool grabbed his life jacket and put it on himself. Looking at the strap that goes through the crotch area my hubby inquired as to whether it was too tight and if "things" weren't squished down below.

"What you mean my boys ?" my son questioned. (Let me tell you when you hear this from a serious six year old you snort... a lot)

And then there was this:

Hubby and I were sitting down watching "Things we Lost in the Fire" when hubby said "I don't get why women think he's so handsome," referring to Benecio Del Toro.

"He may not have traditional good looks" I answered "but he's got a lot of sex appeal. There are some people that can just do things that exude sexiness, you know what I mean?"

And with a straight face, hubby said, "I know" he says "It's kinda like me...when I breathe"

Ba-dum-bum! Ching!

So yeah maybe I did marry him for his sense of humor. He's kinda quick witted like that.

They're lucky I even have pants on

I wish the stars would align, or the universe would turn inside out or whatever needs to happen to make me a morning person.

I hate that I'm this evil grumpy hag for the first 15 minutes of my day every weekday morning I'm woken up by that demon called the alarm clock.

As I stand in front of my mirror trying to care that I'm supposed to look half decent, all I can think about is how much I hate this process. So I kind of half-ass it and get dressed in the closest thing to casual I can and somehow even though I'm half-assing it I always manage to get behind schedule. Don't tell anybody...but it might be because I've fallen back asleep in my closet. Or on some mornings where I'm really hating it I may have fallen asleep on the terlit. But that's just between you and me.

Ahem.

All this makes me think, I really want my in-laws to adopt me. Sure I'm their "daughter-in-law", but I want to be their actual kid. And live with them permanently and live the life I lived last week. One of a spoiled pampered princess.

I woke up when I wanted to , to coffee, tea and a breakfast of champions (and I'm not talking Wheaties, folks, I'm talking the fluffiest, flavorful perfect sized pancakes, sausages, bacon, milk , oj, you name it it was there). Then if I wanted to I could take a dip in their pool, or if the mood struck me I chilled in the hot tub. Then after lazing around, chatting up other fam, lunch and dinner (can you say the yummiest brisket ever) were made for me.

Then there were the days at the lake resort where I drove a jet ski for the first time (I've only ever been a passenger before - Nevermind that I came close to hitting a boat...) Swam, ate, drank, played games, took walks, jumped in the lake, relaxed, laughed, rinsed and repeated.

Gah, a girl could really get used to that.

So I'm back...at work. And I'm tired and whiny and maybe a little eviler than normal because man...vacay was good.

But give me a few minutes. I'll get back in to this blog thing. Cuz truth be told I might have missed you guys.

But only a little...

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It's all about the Vacay...

I'd venture to say this is probably one of the coolest Mondays ever. And that's saying a lot coming from me because frankly I think Mondays suck big bull testicles.

Not this one,though. Because in addition to this awesome present my boss brought back from the HR conference in N'awlins...




I am working just two days this week and then you'll found me on one of them aeroplanes headed for hotter than hades Texas where I will be vacationing with the fam by the lake - family reunion style

Aah....I can feel the relaxation already.

So talk amongst yourselves. I'll be back sometime next week.

Maybe


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Mwah,
WM

Prednisone...I love you , no I hate you...eh I'm conflicted

Friday evening started out grim. I arrived home to find my concerned mother and worried husband standing over my feverish, shallow breathing, moaning son.

I took one look and asked my husband to get him dressed. "We're heading to urgent care" I said.

B had a fever earlier that day which my mom said responded well to Tylenol. When I talked to him shortly after he was happily playing and said he felt "good".

To say I was suprised to come home to him like this was an understatement.

We quickly headed off to urgent care where I had hoped we'd be seen immediately because it was clear my son was very sick. But nope. We waited. When we were finally called in to the exam room , we waited some more.

When the doctor finally arrived, he was worth the wait. He was attentive,thorough and had a great bedside manner.

He listened to B's chest for a while then had the nurse come back and test for flu. When those results came back negative he said B most likely has some kind of respiratory virus that has been exascerbated by his allergies and asthma. He said that he's working really hard to breathe because his lungs are inflammed.

I talked to him about my son's "exercise induced" asthma that we'd been prescribed Albuterol for. "Albuterol is great as rescue treatment and opens up the lungs" he said "But it doesn't do anything for the inflammation once it wears off. We need to treat the inflammation."

After talking with him some more and explaining past issues with my son, we talked about the fact that his asthma is not just exercise induced but the chronic type. This both pleased and infuriated me. I was pleased for a diagnosis which explained a lot but wondered why no other doctor had figured this out before.

I'd told them the same things I'd told this doc. I simply don't get it. And it really pisses me off! * End rant before it really begins because that's a whole other blog post for another day

Ahem...

After a dose of tylenol, B quickly rallied and was up and happily downing the green Otter Pop they'd given him. Dr. Awesome told me that B should take a steroid for the next five days to get the inflammation down.

Cue the doom and gloom music

I know what steriods can do. No, I'm not talking 'roid rage. Asthma runs in the family and when steriods have been prescribed long term, I've seen little kids turn into gigantic kids. Of course I'll do what I need to to get my son well...but I'd hate for him to be teased because of medicine induced weight gain. *sigh*

Remembering this,I asked the doctor about side effects and things to be aware of. The first thing he says is it can cause some kids to "wig out". It can also suppress the immune system making him susceptible to other infections (joy!) but many kids have little to no adverse effects.

So I tucked the information away, smiled at my son, who I could tell was feeling tons better, thanked Dr. Awesome and we headed out to go fill our steriod prescription.

A day later, the fever long gone, the breathing returned to normal, the asthma attacks at bay...my 6 year old turned into someone resembling a crack addict

I videotaped (and coincidentally left at home) my son simply because I couldn't believe the craziness.

He'd be fine one second, then run from one side of the room to the next repeatedly.

It was almost liked he'd have spontaneous tics. Yelling randomly. And loudly

A request for hotdogs started with "Mom, can we cook some hotdogs?" to "IWANNACOOKSOMEHOTDOGS, HOTDOGSHOTDOGSYUMMY HOTDOGS" "J stop talking" "YOUWANTAHOTDOG?" commence dancing in place.

And I'm so not kidding.

I'd like to be. But I'm not.

Pray for me. We've got about 3 more days of this stuff.

When you gotta go...you gotta go...

I came home yesterday to find this lovely artistic rendering of two dinosaurs hanging out and ...pooping.

Drawn courtesy of my son, B.

I both laughed and breathed a sigh of relief that kindergarten is over. I could only imagine the note that would have come home had this drawing been done in school.

Not a real blog post but worthy (like contest giveaway worthy) info just the same

After agonizing over whether to update my last post or do a whole new blog post I decided that agonizing over it is dumb.

*Ahem,*

For those of you Seattle area peeps with little ones I just got offered 4 tix to giveaway to the upcoming Wiggles show at Comcast Arena. My two were ginormous fans (and uh maybe I was too) so I'm passing that pleasure on to my Seattle homies. Because I love you. So go forth to my review blog and enter. Now!

And if you've tried to comment and it's been all wonky , or your comments disappeared believe me I'm well aware. I'm trying to try out Comment Luv for Blogger (when they open it back up for registration) and it's the new widget associated with that that's making my comments all twilight zonesque. So bear with me pretty please.

Mwah,
WM

Last Day of Kindergarten...shedding tears

I remember a mere 8 months ago I was freaked. FREAKED I tell you...because I was convinced the school district was trying to prepare my then five year olds for freshman year of college.

I remember thinking...what in the hell ? They don't even have to time to eat paste because the school district thinks they need to be full fledged readers, writers and illustrators of their writings, counting to 115, counting by 2s,5s and 10s, understanding the value of money, doing basic addition and subtraction all in a 3 hour day. If it made my 36 year old mind want to explode, I could only imagine what it would do to my twins little minds.

But here we are on their last day of kindergarten and they can do everything the school anticipated they'd be able to do.

Why just yesterday my son made a grocery list. He wanted to make sure we got pop, not because I let him drink it, but because he could spell it all by himself with no help from me. And what he couldn't spell he sounded out and came so close. I was ecstatic to go buy my green bens (he has a special recipe he likes to make) and toylet paper.

I'm amazed. And completely proud of my big six year olds. That are now classifying animal species. And making me feel kinda simple because I'm NOT smarter than a kindergartner.

But it's good. It's a great feeling. And while this year wasn't without it's challenges, standing on the other side of it I feel ...lucky and blessed.

We lucked in to a top-notch school with fantastic staff and my children have grown in this wonderfully innocent way that I just really can't put in to words.

It's a tad bittersweet though, because I no longer have babies. I have these grown up kids. We have this changed relationship where I'm needing to recognize them for the big kids that they are.
It's new and different and... beautiful and I feel thankful for every day they are in my life. For every new experience that we can share.
Together.