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Halloween Re-Cap

1 Nov

 

Yesterday was our first Halloween in our new neighborhood and boy did we get some surprises.  Let me start off by saying that I LOVE Halloween.  It is by far, one of my favorite holidays and I love the idea of dressing up.  This year I had the idea to do a family costume.  Continue reading

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Pintrest Mommy Guilt

22 Oct

I am emerging from the ongoing panic attack from planning my son’s fourth birthday party.  When I started on this mission, I was going to have the party at Chuck E. Cheese which is somewhat of a Vegas for kids.  Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a Chuck E. Cheese party, however it’s just too loud and too crowded for me.  Did I also mention the pizza sucks?  So after careful consideration, I decided to have his birthday party at home.  When I decided to buy a home, this was one of the reasons on the list.  I wanted to be able to throw parties and voila….a reason to party has emerged.

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The Weekend Update: Strep, Stitches, and Tendonitis

23 Sep

 

This weekend started off with an absolute bang on Friday night.  Friday night my daughter had a dance program directly after school, and when I picked her up from the after school program I could tell something was a little off.  I asked her what was wrong and she said, “Nothing, my throat just hurts a little bit.”  I didn’t think anything of it but I made a mental note to make a salt water rinse when we got home.  While she was performing I could tell something was wrong.  She looked so lethargic out there and when she the show was over, I went to hug her and she was burning up.  Even though I promised The Boy Frostie Moose for being patient, we headed to the Urgent Care with 5 minutes before they closed (I hate ER’s).  Once we got all checked in, the nurse told us The Girl had a fever of 101 and shortly thereafter told us she had strep throat.  Great.  After packing up the crew, I headed over to the Walgreens near my house to pick up her prescription, I discovered something that the hair of every parent with sick children stand up.  There was no drive through.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that meant that I had to take a cranky three-year old who was LIVID that he wasn’t getting his Frostie Moose and a very sick little girl through the aisles and wait for them to mix up the amoxicillan.    After picking up new tooth brushes, Junior Motrin (where did the time go?), and a years supply of Puffs Plus, her prescription was ready and I didn’t even get out of the door before I loaded her up with the antibiotic and motrin.  When I got home, I fried them the fish that I promised and then we all went to bed.

The next morning, I was happy to have just survived what seemed to be a pretty easy night.  The Girl’s fever was breaking, she was even up out of her bed playing her DS and I was entertaining cutting my yard and planting the rest of my mums.  If you want to make God laugh, make some plans.  While I was hanging clothes in my closet I noticed out of the corner of my eye The Boy was playing on my vanity.  I told him a million times to get down and he would but then he would go back to what he was doing.  Then it happened.  I heard the sound of ice tempered steel hit the counter top.  He finally got into my “boy scissors” aka my hair cutting shears.  To give you an idea of how sharp these shears are, you don’t even need to apply pressure to cut yourself.  Just brushing the skin across the blade with cut you long, short, deep and wide.  I quickly turned around and asked him if he cut himself.  He looked at me with those huge sad eyes and said, “No.”  The blood on my carpet told a different story.  He cut the side of his index finger and there was so much blood.  I applied pressure to his hand and elevated it above his heart.  While this was going on, I was screaming for my sick daughter to get dressed and grab some pants for her brother.  While I am yelling like a crazy woman holding the bloody hand of a terrified three-year old I am also trying to get dressed.  This was a fail, as I have not mastered being able to get dressed with one hand while adverting blood staining my clothes.  We finally made it out of the house, me in my “laundry day” American Eagle sweatpants cutoffs and a Nike shirt with the slogan “Damn I’m Good” (the irony) emblazoned on the front and my children wearing apparently everything from the “donate’ bag in our house.  The boy was going to live.  In typical male fashion, the cut did not seem to hurt so much any more when the nurse showed up.  It seemed like it was going to work out, until they said the word “stitches.”  We have been on the stitches rodeo before and the last time I me and two nurses had to damn near sit on him to get him to comply.  This time would be no different.  He knew exactly what the lidocaine was and he went nuts.  I had to put him in a bear hug and rub his head, while he yelled like we poured gas on his wound and set it on fire.  Once that was over and he was placated with two grape Popsicles, I headed back to Walgreens for wound care supplies and you guessed it, we had to go inside.  My son knew this was his moment to get everything he ever dreamed of and my daughter looked downright irritated.  He began to throw a fit in the Halloween aisle because I would not buy him a costume.  There were threats of not being my friend (ha!) and declarations of me being mean.  Stitches or not I was not buying an Ironman costume for the low price of 30 dollars.  Once we finally got back in the house, my motivation to do any kind of yard work was gone so I did what I do best. Read and slept.

The next morning as I was chugging along with my day watching my kids both heal up from their respective illnesses, I was walking up the stairs and then it happened.  A sharp pain floated up my knee cap and knocked the wind out of me.  As I continued to climb the stairs the pain got worse.  Since it rained the night before, I assumed this was the transient pain I would have from time to time when it would rain.  Boy, was I wrong.  Over the next three hours the pain got worse.  It became more of a throbbing pain and after using my rice sock and tiger balm with no relief, I went to the ER (thank God for insurance).  Again, since I was in pain, we all showed up to the ER looking a hot mess.  This time The Girl had perm rods in her hair as she had the beginnings of a sickening twistout developing and The Boy was wearing corduroys and flip-flops, because I had no fight in me.  It turns out that I do not have bursitis (diagnosed by my baby sister back in 2010) I have pateller tendonitis.  The ER was the bomb as he is a marathon runner, so he could understand where I was coming from, runner to runner.  Tendonitis is an overuse injury and even though I was feeling great one week post half, my poor knee just gave up yesterday and needed me to have a seat.  I am following up with an orthopedic doctor this week so I can get cleared to resume my training for my next race on November 9th.

This weekend was eventful to say  the least and I am happy that The Goons and I survived it!  Next week we are going to try pumpkin patch life at Cox Farms.  Wish me luck!

 

Maternity Photos Ideas: Victoria Page Style

19 Jul

Call me jaded or cynical, but I often giggle at maternity photos because they are supposed to be a depiction of your pregnancy, and I would just like to state, I have never stood holding my giant stomach on a beach staring lovingly by the ocean.  Don’t get me wrong, pregnancy is a beautiful thing but for me, I like my pictures to tell the story of what really happened.  So I thought about it:  What are some ideas that really convey the “pregnancy experience.” Continue reading

Toddler Meltdown

3 Jul

Wow! What a morning!!! I’m writing this on the commuter bus en route to work. My son has always been an early riser but as he is getting older he is sleeping a little later, by later I mean until 6am. That’s great if he would do it on Saturday morning, but on the weekdays, I struggle to get him out of bed. This morning he had a meltdown of epic proportions over….brushing his teeth. First he demanded to do it his self but when I gave him the toothbrush he just stood there giving me angry eyes. Because I like to get to work on time I took the toothbrush and started brushing his teeth. This is where everything went left. He jumped off his stool and ran into his room screaming like a maniac. Then he did a toddler bed slide and I just stood there looking at him like, “Really?” His teeth eventually (ten minutes later) got brushed and he apologized by offering his apple juice before I took my medicine. I guess that makes it better……

Saturday: Daytripping Downtown

2 Jul
The National Archives

The National Archives

This past Saturday, my son and I got up early for a day of museum hopping in Downtown DC.  Since I ALWAYS go to the Smithsonian Museum of American History, I decided to check out some of the other museums that the Smithsonian had to offer.  That is when I noticed an ad for an exhibit being held at the National Archives called Documerica.  Documeria is a photography exhibit that features photography taken around America in the 1970’s.  The pictures were simply amazing as they caught slices of life grouped by a vast variety of cities and small towns.  My son however, did not seem very enthused by the exhibit.  He entertained himself by talking to the security guards and asking more questions than a lawyer during cross examination.  My only advice for going to the Archives is to save a wait in line by going to the website and getting the tickets (which are free).

Documerica

Documerica

View from the Archives Metro exit

View from the Archives Metro exit

The line outside.  It moved pretty fast!

The line outside. It moved pretty fast!

"What is past is prologue"

“What is past is prologue”

Our next stop on our little journey was to the Native American Museum.  I have been trying to go to this museum for a solid year, but I didn’t realize the museums stretched the length of the National Mall.  When we got to the museum, we were immediately greeted by a huge tipi.  Yes, I spelled that right.  One of the first things I learned at the museum is that I have been misspelling “tee-pee” wrong my entire life.

INDIAN4There were some really interesting exhibits, and they had these really nice sitting areas on the at the end of each wing.

View from the third floor

View from the third floor

 

Very interesting sculpture....You have not felt embarassment until your 3 year old shouts: "Look Mommy, Ninnies!!!"

Very interesting sculpture….You have not felt embarrassment until your 3 year old shouts: “Look Mommy, Ninnies!!!”

Outside of the Museum

Outside of the Museum

On my search for the National Art Museum, I came across the US Botanical Gardens.  This was going to be a real treat since I miss going to the botanical gardens in Norfolk.  The entrance was absolutely an oasis after pushing a 40 pound toddler in a stroller (don’t stand in judgement) in the 90 degree plus weather.  The Boy and I sat down on a cushioned sofa covered by the shade of a huge umbrella .  We sipped our water and looked at the Capitol building, wishing my mom was there since I know she loves this kind of stuff.  Once we got all cooled off and composed we entered the building, which was like a garden from the windows to the walls (I’m childish).  If you ever get a chance to go, check out the jungle room where there are plenty of exotic plants that I don’t know the names of and a second floor that I want to see, but the elevator was out of service (stroller life!).  Adjacent to the jungle room is the medicinal plant room that carried all of these different plants and noted their uses.  There was one missing from the group.  Moving on…..

Jungle Room

Jungle Room

Medicinal Room

Medicinal Room

The day was wonderful, I enjoyed spending some time with The Boy since I don’t get to do that much during the week because of my crazy commute.  Of course we ended our day at our favorite place, Bayou Bakery for our weekly dreamsicle sno ball and crawfish.

Sno Ball!!!!!

Sno Ball!!!!!

Crawdads....I prefer the term, Mudbugs

Crawdads….I prefer the term, Mudbugs

 

 

 

It’s All About Pace

28 May

This weekend was absolutely amazing!  For the past few weeks I have been busy with wrapping up my Spring semester so I haven’t had a lot of time to clean up or run.  The access to a three day weekend gave me ample opportunity to get caught up on both.  On Friday night, once I got my kids off to bed, I began to de-clutter my living room.  My kids camp out in there and it was starting to show.  All of my carefully placed magazines were scattered about and there were stains where my son dripped Justice League Popsicle shards on my floor.  I finally got a chance to use that whole baking soda and Dawn combo for stain removal.  It faded the marks but it didn’t completely disappear.  I am just happy that it looks better than it did before.  My next task was to cover the massive amount of laundry that pile up.  I don’t know how that happened, because I am usually good about keeping my laundry up.  When I opened my laundry room door, to my dismay, I had a pile that came to the door of the dryer.  This was not good.  I threw a load in and hauled all the clothes in my room and began to fold while listening to Foreign Exchange.  I didn’t stay up too late finishing, because I had to get up at 5am for the BAM FI 5k race.

When we arrived at the race on Saturday morning, the first thing I realized that that even though it was late May, it was FREEZING!  I dressed myself in the children in layers and I even brought a light fleece blanket to cover my son up in his stroller.  My daughter, son, and I fought through the wind and made our way to the registration booth.  Miss Beasley decided to run with me, so I paid the fifteen dollars and pinned her shiny race number on her.  When I decided to let my daughter accompany me, I knew I would not be running my standard 9:50 per mile.  She doesn’t run a lot so I would have to go a little slower, which meant I would be forced to slow my pace.  I have a terrible problem with this, so this 5k would be a change for me.  When the horn went off, I immediately felt my self push for my usual start, but as I looked back I learned my daughter was not able to keep up.  I slowed up and watched a wave of runners pass us.   Anyone who knows me, knows that I can lack patience, so I found myself frustrated that my daughter was not keeping up.  At the half mile mark, she began to cry about how she could not keep up with me.  I looked over an noticed that her form was all over the place.  She was running with her hands in her pockets, shuffling her feet, and her breathing was stifled.  I turned to her and told her to move her arms.  I explained that moving her arms would give her momentum.  Once she got a good rhythm going with her arms, I told her to pick up her feet, you could tell the running began to get easier at that point.  Then came the most important part, breathing.  I instructed her to breath in and out.  If she couldn’t remember to do that, just talk to me, that way she would remember to breathe.  We ran intervals, stopping at the curves and running the straights.  The best part of the run was running half of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge.  She was so proud that she was able to run a bridge that we cross every Sunday going to church. When we approached the finish line, she broke away from me and sped through the line.  The look on her face was priceless, my baby was on her second 5k.  When we got home I hung our race numbers and she asked me eagerly when I was running again.  It was out on that course with my daughter that I re-gained my running mojo.  That night I had a chance to think about what was important to me about running.  The reason I originally started running was a way to relieve daily stress in a positive and healthy way.  I signed up for my first 5K to prove to myself that I could complete any one distance for a certain length of time.  The latter required me to train and then the running became less of a therapy, it became another box to check off at the end of the day, like housework.  I don’t want to feel this way about running, so I am throwing away all of my training plans, and I am just running.  I am still going to enter races, but I am not going to do all this regimented stuff that sucks the fun out of running for me.

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