Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wrapped
All the presents we have purchased and received (except Dylan & Eli's) are wrapped and under the tree. However...why is it that my tree, even with presents under it, never looks as pretty as you see in the movies or pictures? My tree is beautiful. It's a 10 foot pre-lit tree that my husband decorates and it looks great. There is a matching tree skirt under it and lots of presents covering the bottom, but yet it isn't as pretty. Maybe it's my wrapping paper. Maybe it's the horrible job I did on wrapping. Maybe it's that there aren't any bows. I don't know what it is. I love looking at my tree and having Christmas music playing in the background, but some day, I want that special "in the movies" look for my Christmas tree.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Done
The last time I wrote I hadn't even started Christmas shopping. Today, I officially have one present left to find and purchase. We know what we're going to get this person but it's something you can only order online and so we're waiting for the right product at the right price.
I wrapped about half of the presents today because I my plans for the day fell through. Today was supposed to be my annual Christmas goodie baking day with my Mom, sister-in-laws, and aunt. My Mom decided to get sick on all of us and there was a little ice on the roads this morning so unless Mom is feeling better tomorrow, our annual baking day will be cancelled. I won't be sad that I don't have all that candy to get fat on, but I will be sad that I don't get to spend a fun-filled day with my girl family.
I wrapped about half of the presents today because I my plans for the day fell through. Today was supposed to be my annual Christmas goodie baking day with my Mom, sister-in-laws, and aunt. My Mom decided to get sick on all of us and there was a little ice on the roads this morning so unless Mom is feeling better tomorrow, our annual baking day will be cancelled. I won't be sad that I don't have all that candy to get fat on, but I will be sad that I don't get to spend a fun-filled day with my girl family.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Christmas Shopping
Usually I have all my Christmas shopping or at least 95% of it done before Thanksgiving. I haven't even started this year and what's worse is I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to get most people. I just haven't sat down at my computer and done the research to get it ordered. Crazy?! Some people are making it rather difficult on us. The whole, well we don't care what you get us. I am going to buy something for them because that's just the way it is. And, honestly, I do want to buy them something. It's not out of obligation. It's genuine, and now I have to try to figure it out and make them happy without any help from them. I love Amazon wish lists and I think everyone should have one for them, their kids, and their dog if their dog gets presents. You know what I mean? My money is better spent when you have 10 ideas I can choose from and they are all something you like. It's still kind of a surprise because you don't know which of the 10 things it is...right? So help out your friends and family. Get an Amazon Wish List or put together a wish list of some kind and give it to them so they don't have to play the guessing game. You'll be happier, they'll be happier and you won't have to fight the crowds after the holidays to return it.
(sigh)
So hard to come up with titles for a Blog. We'll just go with (sigh). Eli went to bed Monday night. We had a good day. I don't recall him being extra whiny or not wanting to eat. At 12:30 I got up because Dylan was calling for me. He was scared of the dark. Seriously! It's always dark at night and if you were asleep you wouldn't know it was dark. Well, that's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. I just reassured him there was nothing in the dark and it was ok to be scared but he should pray to ask God for peace and he just needed to figure out how to deal with it. Something along those lines. About 30 minutes later, he called again. He couldn't go back to sleep. I just told him there wasn't anything else I could do and he was just going to have to lay there.
Within another 15 minutes I got the chance to get up again. Sleep was not on the agenda for the night, at least for the kids and I, anyway. Eli was crying. It was the cry you know you need to go find out what's wrong. I didn't turn on the light but I could see he was standing in his bed. I reached down to pick him up and he was wet. I thought, wow did I do that bad of a job putting on his diaper that he already leaked out or did he really drink that much. And, then...it hit me...the smell. It was definitely not pee. I moved him to the changing table to take off his clothes, turn on the light, and assess the damage. He had vomitted everywhere. It was on his bed, pillow, Mr. Moo, the bumper pads in the crib, all over himself, in his hair...oooh grosse. So, I started to take off his clothes and he proceeded to throw up again. I got his clothes off and put him in the floor where I put on a new onesie and then he did it again and I fortunately caught it with his pillow. Oh, yes...the pillow. Because I would a whole lot rather wash a pillow in the washing machine than try to clean the floor and forever have that stiff carpet feeling. I did manage to catch 98% of it and then I started trying to talk a little louder in the monitor. "Chris, are you there? CHRIS can you hear me? CHRIS CAN YOU hear me? CHRIS I COULD REALLY USE SOME HELP!" Well, that didn't work. So by this time, since Eli has been screaming and now I've been talking very loudly, Dylan is awake complaining that Eli woke him up. I have puke all over me. Eli still has it all over him. I have plenty to clean up and Chris is oblivious. So, I walk quickly and loudly (mind you) to our bathroom where I turn on the water and sternly say, "I could REALLY use some help here. Didn't you hear me calling?" He's still oblivious. What's going on, he says. So, I politely explain in a hurry and say, "You have to give him a bath while I try to clean up his room. I clean up his room, start a load of laundry, get the rest of the dirty clothes out in the garage so it doesn't stink up the house, set up the pack-n-play in our bedroom with towels and blankets all around on the floor just in case he decides to do it again and then bring fresh clothes for him to put on. Eli is so tired. You can tell he is completely drained of all energy. I put on his clothes and lay him down in the pack-n-play, he rolls over to his sleeping, rear in the air position and he's out within seconds. Wow! What a night. Oh, and now I can feel my own stomach churning. It's going to be a great night.
We wake up Tuesday morning and Eli has not vomitted all night. Woohoo! Oh, no, though...my stomach has not forgotten it's still churning. And...here goes my problems. I spent the morning racing to the toilet and then just laying limp on the bed but then I realize I have to get Dylan to school. Oh great! I feed him some oatmeal and Eli a little apple juice with some water which quickly comes back up. No more food for him. I take Dylan to school while trying to avoid talking very long with the teachers. I actually make it there and back with no problems. Eli and I are happy to just lay in bed all morning and do nothing. That's how my day was. I only changed out of my pajamas because I'm not sure how Dylan's preschool teachers would have reacted. No, I didn't shower because I didn't care. I was nice enough to brush my teeth, though.
Wednesday morning, Eli was in a much better mood but still not real mobile but that didn't last long. He didn't want to eat anything and suddenly all he wanted to do was lay on me and whine. He still wasn't feeling well. He didn't throw up but he wasn't ready to get down and play, yet either. About 2 hours before church I was trying to decide whether to take him and risk it or stay home. He helped make up my mind. His diapers started getting really runny and yucky. Well, I was honestly happy. Not that I didn't get to go to church, but happy that it wasn't puke. Diarrhea is contained in a diaper. It's easily cleaned up. Yes, it stinks, but This...I can handle. So, yes that's what we've been doing for 2 days now. We are helping ensure White Cloud diapers stays in business. But, I AM NOT COMPLAINING.
I do however have one complaint about this whole situation. My family (all 4 of us) just had this same experience in October. So, shouldn't there be a rule about how often one family has to endure the stomach bug. Like, maybe only once every 6 months would be a good start. Whoever makes up those rules should really think about it. :)
Within another 15 minutes I got the chance to get up again. Sleep was not on the agenda for the night, at least for the kids and I, anyway. Eli was crying. It was the cry you know you need to go find out what's wrong. I didn't turn on the light but I could see he was standing in his bed. I reached down to pick him up and he was wet. I thought, wow did I do that bad of a job putting on his diaper that he already leaked out or did he really drink that much. And, then...it hit me...the smell. It was definitely not pee. I moved him to the changing table to take off his clothes, turn on the light, and assess the damage. He had vomitted everywhere. It was on his bed, pillow, Mr. Moo, the bumper pads in the crib, all over himself, in his hair...oooh grosse. So, I started to take off his clothes and he proceeded to throw up again. I got his clothes off and put him in the floor where I put on a new onesie and then he did it again and I fortunately caught it with his pillow. Oh, yes...the pillow. Because I would a whole lot rather wash a pillow in the washing machine than try to clean the floor and forever have that stiff carpet feeling. I did manage to catch 98% of it and then I started trying to talk a little louder in the monitor. "Chris, are you there? CHRIS can you hear me? CHRIS CAN YOU hear me? CHRIS I COULD REALLY USE SOME HELP!" Well, that didn't work. So by this time, since Eli has been screaming and now I've been talking very loudly, Dylan is awake complaining that Eli woke him up. I have puke all over me. Eli still has it all over him. I have plenty to clean up and Chris is oblivious. So, I walk quickly and loudly (mind you) to our bathroom where I turn on the water and sternly say, "I could REALLY use some help here. Didn't you hear me calling?" He's still oblivious. What's going on, he says. So, I politely explain in a hurry and say, "You have to give him a bath while I try to clean up his room. I clean up his room, start a load of laundry, get the rest of the dirty clothes out in the garage so it doesn't stink up the house, set up the pack-n-play in our bedroom with towels and blankets all around on the floor just in case he decides to do it again and then bring fresh clothes for him to put on. Eli is so tired. You can tell he is completely drained of all energy. I put on his clothes and lay him down in the pack-n-play, he rolls over to his sleeping, rear in the air position and he's out within seconds. Wow! What a night. Oh, and now I can feel my own stomach churning. It's going to be a great night.
We wake up Tuesday morning and Eli has not vomitted all night. Woohoo! Oh, no, though...my stomach has not forgotten it's still churning. And...here goes my problems. I spent the morning racing to the toilet and then just laying limp on the bed but then I realize I have to get Dylan to school. Oh great! I feed him some oatmeal and Eli a little apple juice with some water which quickly comes back up. No more food for him. I take Dylan to school while trying to avoid talking very long with the teachers. I actually make it there and back with no problems. Eli and I are happy to just lay in bed all morning and do nothing. That's how my day was. I only changed out of my pajamas because I'm not sure how Dylan's preschool teachers would have reacted. No, I didn't shower because I didn't care. I was nice enough to brush my teeth, though.
Wednesday morning, Eli was in a much better mood but still not real mobile but that didn't last long. He didn't want to eat anything and suddenly all he wanted to do was lay on me and whine. He still wasn't feeling well. He didn't throw up but he wasn't ready to get down and play, yet either. About 2 hours before church I was trying to decide whether to take him and risk it or stay home. He helped make up my mind. His diapers started getting really runny and yucky. Well, I was honestly happy. Not that I didn't get to go to church, but happy that it wasn't puke. Diarrhea is contained in a diaper. It's easily cleaned up. Yes, it stinks, but This...I can handle. So, yes that's what we've been doing for 2 days now. We are helping ensure White Cloud diapers stays in business. But, I AM NOT COMPLAINING.
I do however have one complaint about this whole situation. My family (all 4 of us) just had this same experience in October. So, shouldn't there be a rule about how often one family has to endure the stomach bug. Like, maybe only once every 6 months would be a good start. Whoever makes up those rules should really think about it. :)
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