tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16288357164857504882024-02-19T04:24:41.834-05:00Fun Five Minutes AgoJanethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.comBlogger366125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-37239482635973862962016-09-26T22:24:00.000-04:002016-09-26T22:24:39.937-04:00The First RuleWhen things are going good, you shouldn't talk about things going good. Muuhahahahha. Insert evil, over tired, confused laugh here. Sunday we were all having a Star Wars marathon with lime sriracha butter popcorn. We already did our Costco run and I vetoed laundry. Tra le la and the patient is all I can't get my arm to stop tingling. So we move him to the chair, give him a few minutes, and then off to the ER we go because it is still there. They take him straight to the CT scan (so that was a really nice response). They don't see anything specific on the scan but do believe he is having an ischemic stroke. A small one that doesn't really seem to effect much. He had one moment of confusion where I was thinking oh snap but everything else seemed normal. His blood pressure was higher but that was also a lot of stress and bustle. Anyways, based on risk (aneurysms, age, history) they decided not to give him the clot buster medicine. I support that decision. Because of his history, age, condition, they have decided to keep him for a day or three for observation. They are doing carotid artery ultra sounds, CT scans of back for pinched nerve, EKGs, and an MRI. He is also not having as much success as we would like without the catheter. They are doing straight cath every 8 hours. I see this procedure being in my future. He is probably borderline UTI. Lots of waiting. A tad bit of discouragement, but the patient is in such a better state than the last time he visited the hospital. The Drs are all speaking positively about it and I think it helps the patient to feel encouraged. He does not seem to be anxious. Just settled in and is patiently waiting for discharge. I was really hoping not to have to add anything to the worry list, but if we must we must. <br />
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The most discouraging moment of my day shall be described next. The patient's wife and I left the hospital around 1:00 AM. Around 4:30 AM, Hunter was downstairs getting ready for work. The patient's wife was looking for the patient. The patient's wife had forgotten that he was at the hospital. Hunter had to remind her. This really gets me in the gut and heart. I also know that stress, lack of sleep, and missed medicines can really mess up the patient's wife's memory and that the patient's wife was half way asleep at 4:30. Anyways...just gonna leave this right here and try not to think about it. Maybe I am reading too much into this.<br />
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I worked 7 minutes today, ate a large #2 meal from McDonalds (ate every fry, I did), and took Kate to soccer practice. Side note..I love how excited Wyatt is about Star Wars. We got the Golden Books and he really loves the characters and story line. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-3857106477463537532016-09-24T22:04:00.000-04:002016-09-24T22:04:17.997-04:00A Positive PostWho wants to know what has been going on around here?? (me, me, I do, I do). <br />
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First off, can we get a huge hallelujah, praise God! The elderly patient I am caring for has made huge steps. There is walking (with a walker). There is voluntarily asking to get up and be a part of the home (dinners, staying in the kitchen, not hiding in front of Fox News in the bedroom, maybe even laughing or making an occasional joke). There are steps towards getting into wheelchair on own. The last stool sample tested negative for c. diff. And our biggest progress, the catheter, that has been in for 6 months, is out. I really could not have ever planned or even hoped that things would be going this well so obviously, this is not because of me but because of HE. The feeding tube may be coming out soon and at that point, he could be tube free? I just can't even imagine. The care check list is going to be toned down to give medicine, provide insulin, and eat. I am not sure I am expressing this clearly enough but seriously this is AMAZING progress for 1.5 months. <br />
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Also, selfishly, my life feels good. I am sleeping all night. I am back to running and weight lifting. I am currently going through the "getting back into shape" starvation phase. Every time I get back into working out, I get back into EATING as a full time job. I can leave the house and things will be fine. I am so happy. Aside from the fact that Hunter is gone 12 hours a day Monday through Friday. Why can't jobs be closer, and companies stick to a true eight hours, or reward employees with early Fridays.<br />
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The kids made some progress in soccer today. For Kate, she actually stepped onto the field and kicked the ball around. Wyatt got some kicks too. He is still lacking in confidence which means he has a tough time being a go getter and playing aggressively. Watching kids play soccer is such an interesting science personality experiment. The crying. The smiles. The excitement. The pride. The annoying parents. The bribery. The hitting. The heat. Please, please let the heat go away. 2-3 year olds should not be playing in 90 degree weather. Ha ha. The 4 and 5 year olds have a tough time too. The kids say can I please go get a drink of water and I slap them on the back and say "no you need to be tough for 2 more minutes" and they do. <br />
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Speaking of being tough, I am training my nephew for his first 5K. I decided to sign Wyatt up too. We are doing a kids 5K training plan. 3 times a week for 4 more weeks and then we have the big race. Kate is going to be so ticked she isnt in the race. The finishers medal is a Bat medal so really it doesn't get much better than this for his first 5K. I hope he enjoys it. I am surprised at how well these guys are doing. Today we did 6 times of run 4 minutes, walk 1 minute and they mostly did it. I do lots of explaining about digging deep and using your brain to tell your body that they aren't tired. We also do lots of guess what animal I am thinking of. Some I Spy too. Running when tired is such a mental game. I can't wait to see these boys fly when its cooler and running is a joy. I hope its a joy. It should be a joy. We human beans are meant to be runners (when we are young and the joints work at least). I hope this is a big confidence booster and persistence teacher for the nephew. Lots of hope. I am going to try for 7 or maybe 8 miles tomorrow for myself. The miles are slowly going up and the pace is slowly getting faster. Who knew that pneumonia would totally knock me back. Why does it take a month to lose what the body achieved in a year!??! Not fair. I am signed up for a 10 mile race in a few weeks so I can't back off. Last weekend was the first time I didn't have to walk on my long run day and my pace wasn't discouraging me. <br />
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So there it is. One positive post. Tune in next week for the usual dose of negativity and sarcasm. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-39167514613433085482016-09-14T14:04:00.000-04:002016-09-14T14:04:04.459-04:00BlowoutsTo any parent that has ever complained about "the blowout" diaper change for their baby / kid, I would like to introduce you to the "adult blowout". People who have handled an adult diaper blowout are elite, special, brave, strong, and know how to use 72 wipes to get the job done. Sometimes the adult blowout can take up to 43 minutes to manage. So parents of baby blowouts that have complained, HANG YOUR HEAD IN SHAME. Think of the people handling adult diaper blowouts and move on. These also require anywhere form 4 to 6 gloves. <br />
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You see, my elderly patient, aka iCant, has been on the antibiotics for many many months. He has also endured some stays in Long Term Acute Care and Skilled Nursing / Rehab facilities. He has picked up a few shiny antibiotic resistant bacteria along the way and killed all the good bacteria in his body along the way. I won't even pretend to understand all these things. MRSA, C. difficile, these might be our friends to stay. The patient visited his infectious disease doctor yesterday. This Dr is prescribing something new and shiny and expensive and probably took the office many hours to negotiate with insurance. This one does not even have to be administered by IV. Hip hip hoooray. So after gathering yet another stool sample yesterday, I drove by the specialty pharmacy, that I literally waited on hold on the phone for over 120 non continuous minutes yesterday. They had half of the order ready. Next half to be picked up after another 120 minute hold. So we are 24 hours in. Will we see some changes? Probably. Will this fix the problem for good? Probably not. Until then, life moves on. Side note..I saw an ad for adult cloth diapers. I literally laughed out loud. I love how browsers take your browsing history (like best adult diapers) and use that to manipulate your ads. <br />
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Well I have 33 minutes until I go pick up my kids from preschool. Yesterday, Wyatt got his folder sent home with a bad note. 3 warnings for not listening, being disruptive during circle time, and throwing toys. This does not sound like my angel. Maybe he is recovering from birthday, soccer practice, staying up too late for 4 - 5 days in a row. OR maybe this is what 5 is going to be like!? Probably there is a bad influence in his class and he is giving into peer pressure. TBD. Today is also Hunter's birthday, so I am going to really dig deep and try to be pleasant (instead of totally done with all humans and caretaking) when he arrives home from work. I am also going to make a dessert (as soon as my butter can go from frozen to cold). He is a dessert man and I hate desserts and baking and making desserts. I am going to go with this one... <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/chocolate-butterscotch-caramel-bars/" target="_blank">Chocolate Butterscotch Caramel Bars</a> because there appears to be less dishes needed for this dessert. Also I bought some T Bones that I will serve with some sides that will magically appear and cook themselves and clean their own dishes tonight so that I can be a happy healthy loving wife like from the 1960s or whenever that happened. Perhaps, I should stick to casseroles then instead of steaks. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-72514872460474617432016-09-07T22:03:00.000-04:002016-09-07T22:03:37.954-04:00Foley CatheterTonight I got to witness my very first Foley Catheter swap out. I finally got to see the mythical balloon. They always make you leave the room for this in the hospital, but with home health care I was like I wanna see and they say cooo'. It did not give me the heebies at all so perhaps I missed my calling. Are the personality types for software engineers and nurses at all similar? Probably not. I think you have to be a people person to be a nurse. ZOMG they put up with so much. Although I think the physical therapists receive much more of the abuse. <br />
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Ok sir, now you are going to sit up and move to the edge of the bed. Can you help me? I need help. Im already worn out. You wore me out. I can't. We are done. And the therapist just goes is this how today is going? I aint gonna argue with you lets just get it done. We can work on getting up out of the bed for the whole hour if we need to. Then they start distracting by talking about something trivial and an hour later he walked through the whole house with his walker and my jaw drops. <br />
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Days when we don't have a nurse or a therapist come to visit are so monotonous. I will just be honest and say I struggle with chatting and being positive. It is like I spend all my energy on care of patient and I can't spend any energy on speaking to patient like a normal human or just dropping in to say hi. It's terrible of me! The patient really perks up for strangers that come to visit because they genuinely want to chat or have practiced at being chatty or haven't had to care for this particular patient all day. We hired an angel named Oscar. He comes 12 hours a week. He is 65 I think, and is excellent excellent. I never want him to leave. He drives 45 minutes on a good traffic day to come visit us. He really helps to perk the patient up. Helps with baths. Trimmed his toenails that are outrageous. Watches movies with him. Helped me take him to a Dr appointment one day, so I didn't even have to sweat. A dr visit requires like 8 patient transfers and I need to work on building up some more muscle because I am worn out at the end. I am not one of those people that thinks of kind things to do for others like make cookies, or write a note, or pick up starbucks but I need to find a way to express my gratitude towards Oscar and all these therapists and nurses because I would not be surviving without them. Maybe they can see it in my eyes when they walk in. Wow....she really needs us! ;) <br />
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Anyways, Hunter got to go have some cervezas with his coworkers which he totally deserves but I had to survive bedtime alone after patient care and it was hard-uh because both kids wanted me to lay by them. I am going to treat myself to an early bedtime. Can't stop, won't stop. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-39075568245080512942016-09-05T22:09:00.000-04:002016-09-05T22:09:19.175-04:00Caregiving and TakingTo protect the innocent, lets say I have accepted an elderly gentleman into my home to take care of them. Maybe their name is Frank. Or Benny. Wait, I just thought of their bloggy name to protect the innocent. Their name shall be iCant. You see, iCant is really much stronger than he thinks he is but he has been shipped around to various hospitals and institution type places for half a year and has lost the ability for his brain to function and do things for himself. iCant stood up all by himself about 3 times today. Well done.<br />
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I just tucked iCant into bed for the night (after changing the 3rd or 4th diaper today). I gave iCant a call button (just like a real hospital) because I HATE having to have my phone set to ring. Silence forever and ever. I just layed down in bed to peruse the inter web and celebrate the fact that my kids start preschool tomorrow and I hear ding dong. iCant had to call me to ask if I gave him his long acting insulin. Of course, I did because I am the BNE (Best Nurse Ever) and I have a check list and if you know me I am a PCF (Professional Checklist Follower). The check list clearly shows a check mark in the long acting insulin box. iCant can't see anymore though and iCant has a lovely lady friend that has started to lose her memory some...perhaps her short term memory...I am not quite sure. Anyways, we got that settled for now.<br />
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I would like to state that being a caregiver is hard. Really hard. I never knew?!?! All these people that take sickly into their house it becomes their whole life. I just blocked that out my whole life. But I mean I guess $80k a year in a place where they just treat you "just ok" and you will suffer from infections your whole life is not a better alternative at this point in life. <br />
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The diaper changes aren't hard. I mean at first they are, then you get some skills. And holy cows it is hard to find the right diapers at the stores. Amazon or nothing now. The daily tasks are under control. Maybe 45 minutes of medical care in the AM and 45 minutes of medical care in the PM. It is just the ongoing help. Turn them every 2 hours, clean the dentures, reach this, change the clothes, give the food. It is like having a newborn that you can't lift that can argue with you about how they can't. <br />
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And now, the reason I am writing this post, to confess my guilt. One nurse told me I can let iCant sleep all night without turning him every 2 hours. Our assigned nurse told me I must turn him every 2 hours or his pressure sores will get worse. All night. She was like you don't have to make a big deal. Just shift him. Raise or lower the bed. Umm ok lady. I am not one of those go right back to sleep people and if I show up down there I am going to get a request of needs/wants. Well, 2 nights ago I turned off my alarm and I slept and it was wonderful and his sores didn't immediately show up and I will never turn that alarm on again until a pressure sore reappears. iCant's lady friend is helping out with this...I don't want to take all of the credit for the care. She is doing great for someone with memory problems. Fo Realz. Anyways, now that I got that off my chest, I am going to sleep until I hear ding-dong. Perhaps my next post will be more positive. iCant is able to do more every day. Maybe we can give iCant a kinder name next week....like John, or Rick, or MaybeProbablyICouldTry? Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-87291900708285815362015-11-30T09:45:00.002-05:002015-11-30T09:45:31.107-05:00W and K's Current YouTube FavesKate now asks to eat peanut butter jelly and a baseball bat for lunch. I could not stop laughing the first time I heard her ask for that. <br />
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Wyatt started watching some of these chain reaction science videos and he actually asked if he can have mouse traps for Christmas. The domino chain reaction videos are super fun too. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-53192670037433037372015-11-18T11:27:00.000-05:002015-11-18T11:27:27.514-05:00Death By Conference CallsI am enjoying what I am doing at work right now, but ohhhh the phone calls. I am spending about 3 hours a day on the phone. I can't really complain. I am a remote worker so that is the only way they can have a meeting and talk to me, but it is so draining. <br />
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1. I am an introvert and prefer the "no talking unless I already know you" plan of action<br />
2. I neglect my chilluns while I am on the phone. Here.... eat this peanut butter jelly in the living room on our beige couch because I need to be able to finish this call. Here....just watch this Paw Patrol real quick so I can finish this call. No...push yourself in the swing. Can't get your Iron Man lego brick mold out...too bad. <br />
3. The multi tasking wears me out...change diaper, mute, unmute, talk, change from Paw Patrol to Jake the Pirate, unmute, mute, start cooking dinner, chop, stir, unmute, talk, mute, pay a bill, pick play doh out of carpet, mute, umnute, stop a fight over a lego guy, mute, yup, talk, yup, thanks, bye. Sigh of relief. Now I have to be a good mom again when I just want a moment (as all mamas do).<br />
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Anyways, I am getting better at it. My trucker head set has proved to be very effective (aside from getting stuck in my hair after every phone call). <br />
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Today is Thanksgiving feast at preschool (aka ham n cheese rollups, brownies, and other various preschool prepared feasty things). This will be my first year to have to mom 2 kids in one room. I bet Kate will demand my presence and Wyatt will be good with his buddies, but maybe he will be sad. Mom guilt everywhere. At least I get to skip a phone call for this. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-15217263237362866962015-11-11T08:49:00.000-05:002015-11-11T08:49:00.617-05:00Back To The GrindWe took a 5 day road trip to Mississippi last week. The highlights were seeing the extended family, enjoying fall leaves, checking out the Sweet Potato Festival, my kids sleeping great at night when sharing the same room, the best playground I have ever seen, and spending time outside of my living room. I was even able to get close to my normal hours of work thanks to long car rides and hot spots and stolen WiFi at night. The low points were road noise from cargo carriers, almost losing a cargo carrier, rain, low turnout at the festival and mis behaving 4 year olds because they are tired, hungry, and need more exercise.<br />
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So now we are at home and recovery is going better than expected. Wyatt's behavior improved. Kate is catching up on her sleep. I am getting work done. We are still on a Paw Patrol binge. We watched that DVD on loop in the car ride but it kept the kids happy so Paw Patrol We're On a Roll!!!<br />
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After eating not so healthy (goldfish, fried fish, mcdonalds), I have been craving meat and veggies like crazy so this week we have had stuffed sweet potatoes, <a href="http://www.howsweeteats.com/2014/09/smoked-gruyere-butternut-soup-with-spicy-chickpeas/" target="_blank">butternut squash soup with roasted chick peas</a>, and a delicious <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008_the_year_of_the_pot_roast/" target="_blank">roast</a> that Hunter had waiting for us when we got home. I do my sweet potatoes savory style with cayenne, chili powder, paprika, tomatillo salsa, and leftover chicken fajita meat. <br />
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I barely survived my 3 mile run on Monday and boot camp just about did me in today. Not cool how you can get out of shape in 1 week but the getting in shape takes forever.<br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-46508849665897020202015-10-28T10:49:00.000-04:002015-10-28T10:49:01.551-04:00Tolerable Tuesday to Wonderful WednesdayTuesday is gymnastics day. Kate usually does pretty good waiting for Wyatt but she was a crying puddle of misery so it was a very long hour. I tried to combine that with calling AT&T and I could not make it through their automated system and I wanted to punch someone. Also the gossipy lady wanted to chat me up for some reason and I didn't want to feed her gossip ring. We survived and made it home where I gave her a peanut butter jelly at 10:00 in the morning and her problems were solved. Sometimes goldfish just cannot fix hungry. I opted to unwrap Halloween mini candy and eat them back to back until the crying stopped...I think I made it to 6. <br />
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The peanut butter jelly sandwich and kids were moved to the truck so we could go meet some friends at the pumpkin patch. Peanut butter and jelly were distributed all over the car seat, body of Kate, and her clothes but we always have spare clothes and I had time to clean her body and car seat at the loooooooooongest train everrrrr. It actually stopped. And a guy got out and played with the train box thingy. Then it started and had to built up speed to haul all 3454 train cars. I think I used 15 wipes. Emptied the bag. Please don't poop at the pumpkin patch. (She pooped). I forgot I had a work phone call somewhere in all this (oops). Nobody fired me yet. <br />
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From that point, we went home for lunch and naps and having friends visit. The day took an upturn and all kids were asleep by 8:00 PM happily ever after.<br />
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So Wednesday is going to be wonderful! My kids are at school! I am going to login to work just as soon as I take some recycle to the curb, start a load of laundry, turn on the dishwasher, eat 2nd breakfast, and write this post. Yup. Wonderful Wednesday. Here I come!<br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-41463788984109506442015-10-26T06:30:00.000-04:002015-10-26T06:30:00.850-04:00Kate Turns 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She loves swinging. She is very specific about how you will swing her and how she will swing herself. On bootie. On belly. Mommy back. Daddy feet. Fast. High. Twisty. She is like a swing sergeant. <br />
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She picks what she wears for the most part. Sometimes I am allowed to offer suggestions. She continues to love hats, jewelry, and shoes. She always wants to walk in the parking lot and walk at the grocery store and walk down the busy road. She must climb in to the car seat. "Kate do it only Kate". She must buckle the top buckle.<br />
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She has THESE curls, and a really cute face. Nobody thinks she is a little fella anymore! What a milestone. She is busy and animated. She does not like to meet new people. She does not like to be the center of attention, but she does enjoy going to new places and being in the middle of the action. She wants "mommy hold you" when she is scared or when she is around people she isn't around all of the time. Mommy is high up on her list, but you know who is higher? Yup, Daddy. Daddy does almost every bed time. Daddy has to do brush teeth. Daddy sit by you. And if Hunter's truck is there when we pull in to the drive way, she won't even let me unbuckle her. She prefers to sit in the truck and wait for me to go get Daddy to unbuckle her. Strong willed, she is. <br />
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She is not my milestone breaker like Wyatt was. She did walk very early and she has a pretty good vocabulary, but Wyatt was already potty trained and having full out conversations at this age. She is excellent at playing big kid toys. She has rarely showed interest in playing with baby toys or age appropriate toys. She just wants to play whatever Wyatt plays and picks up pretty good how it is supposed to go. Speaking of Wyatt, she pretty much worships him. When I pick Kate up from school, the first thing she says is Wyatt. Get Wyatt. So we run over to his classroom and get him and all is right in her world again. She wants to know where Wyatt is the second she wakes up in the morning and again at nap time.<br />
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Her food loves are interesting. She eats cheese 3 meals a day, and I let her because well she is barely on the growth charts. Her favorite foods are pistachios, cheese, steak, macaroni, only chick fil a nuggets, pepperonis, dried blueberries, grapes, goldfish, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, strawberries, and most forms of pasta with sauce. She doesn't really eat many desserts, but she finally likes ice cream. And she does like chocolate candy. I tried to think of a special meal to make her for her birthday and it was tough because her likes are so random. <br />
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She is an excellent napper (usually 2 hours a day). She is an excellent sleeper (8 PM to 7 AM) When she is not in her own bed, all bets are off although she is doing better for the most part. She is currently sleeping on a pillow, with 2 blankets, 4 animals, and the toy of the day. She keeps hiking her leg over the crib rail but not throwing herself over. She is so big. But so small. And so dramatic. But so sweet. She is a mommys girl. But a daddys girl. <b>She is 2 years old today!!!!</b><br /><br />
Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-16268752338657920552015-10-23T07:59:00.001-04:002015-10-23T07:59:48.611-04:00Friday FunI managed to make it to 3 boot camp sessions and 2 runs this week....can I get a pat on the back? I also managed to eat 3 cookies, a fried chicken sandwich, a glass of wine, and a tiny bowl of ice cream yesterday. Another pat on the back please? Thank you. I am sorta proud of myself that 4:30 AM feels almost normal to wake up at now. Not that I don't sleep in until 6:30 whenever I get the opportunity, but this is progress. And only possible because I am asleep by 10:30 every night. I wonder how late I could / would sleep if nobody woke me up? Maybe 7:30 AM? I can't imagine. <br />
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Continuing the story of the dead talk, last night Wyatt made me list who would take care of him if I "got dead" and if daddy "got dead". And then every person I listed after that, he said, what if lightening got them too. Such morbid thoughts! He is calmly wondering these thoughts. I don't think he is scared. He just wants to understand that someone would always be around to take care of him. Don't worry...if you are reading this, you probably made the list. Stay away from lightening this weekend just in case. <br />
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Next time short ribs are on sale at your local store, buy them, and sear them and braise them in a combo of red wine and beef broth and thank yourself. I loosely followed this <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/braised-short-ribs-heaven-on-a-plate/" target="_blank">receipe</a>. There is just something amazing about beef and wine and cooking things on the bones.<br />
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Hunter's work had some interwebs problems yesterday so he surprised me and got home by 4:30 PM. The kids put on their usual "bad behavior leading up to and at dinner time" routine so he will be sure to never make that mistake again. I am not sure why my usually pleasant and well behaved ish children cannot pull through dinner time. Some combo of hungry and tired. Sure was easier to laugh about Kate dumping her dinner on the floor and smearing it on the table and floor then demanding CHEESE when another adult is around. We finished up our evening with hair cuts for all of the males in the family. The adult female in this family would really like to have her hair cut too. Maybe next month. <br />
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This is the last weekend that Kate will be 1 year old. Hopefully I don't have to stop calling her Baby Kate once she turns 2. She is already well versed in expressing her feelings while throwing herself on the ground. I think she will do great as a two-nager. "Kate do it" "Only Kate do it" "Wyatt" her most repeated phrases daily. <br />
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Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-47389853491334035592015-10-21T08:32:00.000-04:002015-10-21T08:32:20.985-04:00Dead TalkWyatt is now interested in when people "get dead". These questions are tough! He keeps saying things like will I be dead in 30 60 90 weeks? Is that a long time? Will you get dead soon? Does it hurt when we leave our bodies? I guess dead talk has to come at some point. I wonder how much he reaallllly understands. <br />
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Kate has recovered from the explosive d. My washing machine has too. So far there are no other victims. <br />
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I wanted to skip having a birthday party for Kate this year. Then I felt guilty for second kid treatment. Then I decided to have a playground birthday party. Then the weather decided to not cooperate. I am currently spinning up not real birthday party options in my head. <br />
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We visited our second pumpkin patch yesterday. Always fun. :)<br />
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Wyatt started gymnastics about a month ago and yesterday was the first day he really put it all together and rocked it. I was so proud of him. <br />
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Kate and I sit in an upstairs viewing room at gymnastics and I bribe her with snacks and toys and selfies. The moms all chat and gossip and like usual I sit in my corner and "be awkward". Actually a few dads take their little girls there...so we talk about things like essential oils and teething. I am not kidding. I really did have this conversation with a dad who had a duck dynasty beard, was wearing costas sunglasses, and a guy harvey shirt. <br />
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I have already shared this one with the world, but Wyatt learned to ride his bike yesterday...sorta...if he gets a push start. I guess the take off is hard. I really thought he had no chance of learning when we tried earlier in the week and then something just clicked and he figured it out. <br />
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Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-47800440338512076162015-10-20T08:02:00.002-04:002015-10-20T08:02:42.831-04:00I Just Feel Like Typing This WeekFriends, I am not sure why I am visiting the old neglected blog this week. I just feel like <strike>writing</strike> typing some thoughts for <strike>you</strike> me.<br />
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I woke up early so I could do some praying for a sweet boy named Logan and so I could get some work done before my precious monsters wake up. Well it is now 6:53 in the AM and no work has been done. And only an arrow prayer has been sent up. I made a large glass of iced coffee with whole milk, truvia, and vanilla and stirred it and then bumped it onto the ground. So now I have a pristine kitchen floor and a coffee scented kitchen. On the brighter side, my kids stayed asleep and I got to talk to Hunter for 6 whole minutes before he went to work. <br />
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So yesterday, I did get to go to the grocery store after my Dr. appointment. I unloaded the groceries, and then had visions of us going to have a picnic lunch after preschool pickup because THE WEATHER!!!! When I walked into Kate's classroom she was asleep on a pillow on the floor in the middle of the ruckus and was not wearing the pants she came in. Ruh roh. Yep....the explosive D came to visit us. I scooped her up and we went to go get Wyatt her hero. We came home to eat our lunch, poop through 3 or 4 more pairs of pants, wash some poo-pants, color on our couches, and then nap. She did have a low fever before nap. After nap, she woke up pretty happy, fever free, and the poopin slowed way down. Hallelujah! So some buggy came to visit us but seems to be leaving us quickly. <br />
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Kate is having a birthday party this weekend at the playground so it is going to rain of course. Wyatt sorta learned to ride his bike without training wheels last night.<br />
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And now one kid is up so the other will be 2 minute behind. I hope everyone gets to start their day with coffee in their glass instead of on the floor. Toodles. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-84941294504843923632015-10-19T09:15:00.000-04:002015-10-19T09:15:14.187-04:0058 DegreesIt was 58 degrees outside this morning. Yeahhhhh! I celebrated by going to boot camp and sweating less than usual. I am going to celebrate even more by making <a href="http://www.onelovelylife.com/pumpkin-taco-soup/" target="_blank">Pumpkin Taco Soup</a> for dinner. I am not a huge pumpkin fan, but this recipe just adds some depth and deliciousness and is one of the few chicken in the crock pot recipes I can handle. <br />
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Today, after preschool dropoff, I get to go to my yearly check up. Hunter's insurance requires us to go get a yearly checkup for a discount so off I go. I love spending my kid free time waiting in dr's offices for checkups. There is a chance I will be able to swing by the grocery store after (since our fridge is empty) but no guarantees. 3 hours of preschool does not ever feel quite as long as you would think. ;) Side note...picture day at school this week. The past 2 years Wyatt has had some adorable pictures but whatever filter they apply to all of the kids pictures gives Wyatt a green hue. I can't wait to spend $40 on green tinted pictures. I think they need to do the fair skin blonde hair check before applying their settings. Maybe Kate can beat the green. <br />
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I told my coworkers that I would probably be able to get in 30 hours once both of my kids started school. So far I hit 23 once. Haaaaa! So what have I been doing with my free time? I started running again. It feels nice. Putting both of the kids in the stroller with their dinner is a nice way to beat the dinner time blahs. Also, less clean up! The problem is the sun is going down earlier so I am having a tough time fitting everything in at night. <br />
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I have our Halloween costumes ready...we are going to have 2 superheroes this year....so original...I know. I did manage to put up the tiniest amount of decorations so virtual high five for me. We have a mini skeleton that we refer to as Mr. Bones, bats on our windows, and one of those $3 spiderwebs. I even bought the $3 strand of orange lights. Martha Stewart better watch out. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-70665128888588432072015-09-12T06:00:00.000-04:002015-09-12T06:00:02.709-04:00Wyatt Turns 4Well here we are. My baby turns 4 today. I am going to miss him answering that he is three and a half years old. I tried to set aside a little time for some pictures to represent who he was as a three and a half year old. <br />
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His favorite toys are trucks, trains, planes (Dusty and all of his people), puzzles, iPad, and LEGOS. In the past few months, he has really gotten creative at free styling his legos. He probably plays his Duplos a bit more than his big kid legos, but he is able to enjoy both. He will go outside with one or two of his construction trucks or tractors and dig non stop for a good 30 minutes to an hour. We have a good sized hole in our front yard. Good thing it is a rental. ;) The sand box is still a big hit too. <br />
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He likes to watch Jake and the Never Land Pirates on Netflix. He likes to watch tractor, construction, and Lego videos on YouTube. He loves to read his Bible book and a book about sharks at the moment. His book selections change every week. <br />
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He loves to eat granola bars, ice cream, cheese, Jello, and peanut butter samich. I ran out of thoughts and asked him what his faves are. "chick fil a, tacos, oranges".<br />
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He is considerate, kind to his sister, and listens most of the time. If he is not being a good listener, that pretty much means he needs more sleep. He has entered the questions phase...including how do babies come out of your belly. He loves school. He is still shy. He doesn't keep his boohind in the chair at meals. He eats slow. He naps every 2 or 3 days for an hour or two. He rides his bike with training wheels.<br />
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He just recently got some pretty good dance moves. His favorite song is uptown funk. He really enjoys swimming now (with a life jacket). I would love to put him in swim lessons. Or gymnastics.<br />
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He always asks me if I need a friend..in the kitchen, while I am working, in the bathroom. There is no other answer, so yes I need a friend. When I am not home for bedtime, he wants me to come in and give him a kiss after he is asleep. He always asks me the next morning. Sometimes I forget to do it and I feel like a horrible person lying and saying I did come to kiss you last night. <br />
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I don't know what to expect from 4! 4 times the fun? <br /><br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-43717604880289043052015-07-13T09:54:00.001-04:002015-07-13T09:54:41.686-04:00How To Tell Your 3 Year Old Their Best Friend is MovingWhen I was pregnant with Kate and depressed because we just moved and I was lonely and nothing tasted good and I couldn't even drink tap water and I felt guilty because I was only drinking bottled water, a new family moved into the house two doors down. I saw that the girl was pregnant. I saw that they were Aggies. I saw that they had a little girl about Wyatt's age. I prayed. "Please God, can we maybe be friends?"<br />
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He answered. He soooo answered. She had 3 beautiful babies about a month before Kate was born (yes triplets!!). She was basically homebound because triplets. I was basically homebound because schedule crazy and working form home. I think she needed a friend almost as bad as I did. We text every day. We talked about sleep and lack of sleep. We got through starting solid foods. Our kids took first steps together. We worked out together. We compare crazy wife stories. We talk about what we are cooking for dinner. We know when the other person is going to the grocery store. We talk about "back when our brains fully functioned before kids". She has an engineering degree and I have a computer degree. We just were meant to be friends. But neighbors and friends??? Awesomeness. <br />
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Wyatt and Isabel became instant best friends. They talk about each other every day. They can go play in a room by themselves happily for hours. Hours. They never tire of each other. She actually called Wyatt "Snow White" the first few months she knew him which is hilarious because she has coached him on the princess world. Our kids play outside together almost every single day. Perfection. Perspective (because I got to see her have every parenting struggle times 3). Now we have a bunch of almost 2 year olds that sleep great and play at playgrounds and have opinions and attitudes. <br />
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And now they are leaving us. Work moves people around. Work is moving them closer to her family. Work is taking away our bestest neighbors and friends. I am mentally blocking everything out, but I am crushed because having conversations with a real adult every day is so priceless. Every time I walk outside, I still glance over at her empty house. Auto Pilot neighbor stalking. I fear that I will turn back into needy wife, counting down the minutes until Hunter comes home every day to save me. Wyatt doesn't really understand yet. He keeps asking if Isabel can come play. I kinda felt like I needed to read a book on how to tell your 3 year old their bestie is moving. <br />
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I know God has something else in store for each of our families. Sigh. I am so thankful that he put us together to survive the newborn phase and 3 and 4 year old older sibling phase. Not sure how I would have survived without them. So cheers to the next phase. And as of now, we promise to see each other once a week even though we live 2 hours apart. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-33368557786384840512015-06-30T23:23:00.001-04:002015-06-30T23:23:49.573-04:00Blog DumpWelllll after all my big talk about not worrying about the month of August where Wyatt has no school, it is only Tuesday and there is no school for this one week and I might not survive. Whewww. I mean, don't get me wrong. He is mostly well behaved. He plays independently. But the time to sit down and do uninterrupted work during Kate's nap NAWT gonna happen. Kate is recovering from fever, congestion, croupy cough so maybe I have to keep that in mind too. A few days in a row, she fell asleep while sitting at the table eating lunch. She fell asleep while playing playdoh at the table. She fell asleep on a bike ride. Her body is just tired but she can't get good rest because congestion and coughing nonsense.<br />
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Also, I survived 36 hours with only half a phone. I could see that I had a new text or a missed call but that was about it. I had to make up half of the key pad and my camera stopped working and blah blah blah first world problems. Anyways, I went to get a new one and I am so enjoying the iPhone 6 Plus for the 5 seconds I had a chance to mess with it today. And it feels so wasteful to buy the Apple Care plan, but I did because I drop my phone 1 to 3 times a day.<br />
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Speaking of technology, it is so funny to watch Wyatt t<span id="goog_1346638124"></span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1346638125"></span>ry to use a real computer. With a mouse and a keyboard. He gets so frustrated because it is not touch screen. <br />
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I need to invent a glass / cup / tumbler that children abhor. All of my cups that I fill with water in an attempt to keep me hydrated look like exactly what my sick kid wants to drink out of. She sneaks it somehow someway. She will drag a stool over to the kitchen counter. She will find it in my secret hiding spot. Luckily I am only sipping straight ice water all day so this is not too big of a deal. Something without a straw is less tempting but is more spilly all over my living room. <br />
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I am on a mission to eat all of the food in my freezer before buying more. I am so stocked that I cannot even find what is in my freezer. I am really good about freezing leftovers and making doubles of recipes and throwing them in the freezer but I am horrible at remembering to use them...until now hopefully. My newest freezer item to stockpile is handfuls of spinach in individual portions. You know those big tubs of baby spinach that you don't ever quite finish before they get mushy stinky...throw handfuls into the freezer and green smoothie it. Yup...still addicted to smoothies. I bought <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tupperware-Lollitups-Freezer-Popsickle-set/dp/B0055ISLXA" target="_blank">these</a> lollipop thingies from a Tupperware party, and I am making smoothie pops now. Next up, I am going to try the adult alcoholic margarita or daquiri pops. Yeahhhh.<br />
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So we are attempting a lake trip for the 4th of July. Wyatt will probably get sick the day before we are supposed to leave, but maybe not. Maybe we will actually be able to go and play! Maybe Kate will even sleep while not in her own bed? Maybe the lake house neighbors won't play Kid Rock on repeat all night long while blasting the fireworks. Happy red white and blue to you! <br />
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2. I am sort of anti sunscreen. I mean obviously I am about sun protection and blocking the skin cancer, but I cannot handle the sunscreen on my face. The burning. The breakouts. The chemicals even. I have turned into a hat girl. UNTIL..a friend sold me some of her <a href="https://www.rodanandfields.com/Shop/Product/SOSS050" target="_blank">Soothe Mineral Sunscreen SPF 30</a> by Rodan +Fields. Now, she sold me this for $15 and it is usually $45 so I am really going to have to debate about a repeat purchase but this feels so good. And it doesn't stink. And it doesn't burn. And it works. I could even say I enjoy putting it on in the morning.<br />
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3. I have done 2 more weeks of <a href="https://www.blueapron.com/" target="_blank">Blue Apron</a> (3 total). I couldn't stop myself. Yes, the price is expensive, but I had 2 busy weeks and to my door and fun recipes and pre measured could not be beat. We made the <a href="https://www.blueapron.com/recipes/salmon-po-boy-sandwiches-with-remoulade-sauce-chopped-salad" target="_blank">Salmon Po Boy Sandwiches with Remoulade</a> and the <a href="https://www.blueapron.com/recipes/mozzarella-zucchini-basil-calzones-with-marinara-sauce-red-leaf-lettuce-salad" target="_blank">Calzones </a>this week. Hunter has been happy with all 6 meals I have cooked. I have too. They are easy to modify and make kid friendly. I am going to exercise self control and skip the next few weeks and do my own grocery shopping and meal planning. <br />
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4. I was getting myself all pumped up to do some "school" type of activities from home for the month of August because Wyatt doesn't have school that month and I am dreading how I am going to get my work done. So I went off researching activities, and I came across this home schooling mom website that had an article that I randomly read. The article is titled "<a href="http://www.thehomeschoolmom.com/what-curriculum-should-i-use-for-my-4-year-old/" target="_blank">What Curriculum Should I Use for My 4 Year Old</a>". And it made me check myself. Settle down. You are already doing the things you should be doing. Just have fun. Don't be all school up in his face. Whew. Ok. Relax. I won't be printing out little packets for Wyatt. To summarize...<br />
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<li>Go to the zoo</li>
<li>Play at the park or in the back yard</li>
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<li>Play with Playdoh</li>
<li>Play dress up</li>
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Halleluiah, I do these things just about every week so we are doing something the same as this lady and maybe even right? Now, go play your legos so I can get my work done Wyatt!!!!! <br />
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5. My nephew came to visit us for a few days this week. So far we have made ice cream, played outside, destroyed the house, splashed in the kiddie pool, busted $10 of water balloons in 5 minutes, gone on walks and bike rides and gator rides, visited a splash pad, eaten popsicles, watched a minecraft video or 3(this is all new to me), done some toy bickering, and had a fabulous time. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-42607759026733011862015-06-12T17:40:00.003-04:002015-06-12T17:40:41.339-04:00Five Fact Friday1. Sometimes your house has power surges for a few months and you ignore it. Then one day, the surges get really bad. Like poltergiest bad. Your appliances don't run. Your lights are super dim. Then they get lightening bright. Sometimes your 3 year old will be napping in your bed and your 1 year old wakes up, and you smell fire. AND THEN, you get to have a practice fire drill. I chose to save my 2 children. Then I went back inside and grabbed our important paper fireproof-ish box. Then I went back in and got my truck keys, my phone, and my computer (kinda silly). I was ready to BAIL. GET OUT. Then I started doing the what if I am imagining this talk. If I call someone, they are just going to say yah lady, you don't have enough to do. Sure the lights are flickering in your house and you smell fire. I made my neighbor come over to smell and vouch for my sanity and she said you are not crazy..stay out. So anyways, my house didn't burn down, the power company had to come replace / fix a transfomer and all is right. This is your friendly reminder to think about what you would save in a pinch. And some pics to prove that I am not that crazy lady.<br />
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2. I did a week of <a href="https://www.blueapron.com/" target="_blank">Blue Apron</a>. I was very impressed with the quality of ingredients. I enjoyed the creativity of the recipes. The recipes were detailed. The packaging could not be easier (no measuring). The price is expensive, but hey it is food delivered to your door and it is FUN. I might not do many more weeks in the future (because of the price), but this would be a great gift for a new mom or a person who likes to cook but may be a little sick or not able to get out. <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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3. You should make this <a href="http://www.eatingbirdfood.com/cold-brew-mocha-smoothie/" target="_blank">coffee protein shake</a>. I need to follow the <a href="http://www.seriouseats.com/2014/09/how-to-make-tex-mex-migas-scrambled-eggs-tortilla-breakfast.html" target="_blank">Serious Eats perfect Migas recipe</a>. I want to try this <a href="http://www.popsugar.com/fitness/Jennifer-Aniston-Salad-Recipe-34773608?" target="_blank">quinoa salad</a> since I finally found a quinoa recipe I like (thanks Blue Apron). <br />
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Happiest Friday. Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-17990572552590499442015-06-05T06:30:00.000-04:002015-06-05T06:30:02.258-04:00Five Fact Friday1. All right stop, collaborate and listen. Ice is back with a brand new invention ......ICED ICED COFFEE. I, the non coffee drinker, am totally obsessed with iced coffee. Or iced lattes. I am not sure what the correct terminology is. Half coffee (sometimes decaf because I am silly like that), half milk, and a tablespoon of some sort of flavor. My current fave is Amaretto/almond syrup. How Sweet Eats has 4 DIY flavors so I used <a href="http://www.howsweeteats.com/2014/07/four-homemade-coffee-syrups-and-my-favorite-cold-brew/" target="_blank">her almond recipe</a>. I would like to try some of her other flavors. Next week perhaps. When I need to be healthier, I just pour in some almond extract and a tiny bit of Stevia (the only non sugar sweetener I can sorta tolerate) instead of the syrupy syrup. The <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/06/perfect-iced-coffee/" target="_blank">cold brew coffee method</a> is necessary. Or you just use Hunter's gourmet coffee leftovers. Or I suppose you can settle for Starbucks or local coffee shop if you are into that kind of thing. I am not sure how long this coffee love phase will last, but here I am.<br />
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2. So most of you know, I sorta accidentally published a swimsuit try on pic to Facebook. I have mostly recovered from this. I was really truly horrified when it happened. Like my body felt like it had been crying all day. My heart rate was up. I was super embarrassed. I consider myself to be a moderately tech savvy person, but I took a try on pic to send to a friend and my kids or my butt posted that pic to facebook. The side of the suit had these lace up things to add some sexiness, and I felt like I could not pull this look off. I had my undies on underneath the swim suit, no hair done, no sucking in, just raw real life swim suit try on. One of my friends called me to discuss this later on that day (I heard from soo many people) and had me laughing so hard I started crying. They so perfectly described my morning of just wanting to find a nice suit to look good in while my kids were running around and crying and sorta eating breakfast. They challenged me to put it up and own it and be proud because that is life and things could be much worse and all that...so I did. I let it gooooooo. Let it goooo. I submitted my story to a <a href="http://themomedit.com/" target="_blank">Fashion Blog</a> that I follow that actually recommended moms to wear this suit. I submitted it for 2 reasons.....1. can you imagine many things worse than accidentally publishing a swimsuit selfie and 2. life be crazy, be sorta happy with your life, and your body and all that good stuff. <br />
Well, the comments I got from friends and the comments I got from strangers were just so kind and uplifting, I can't even describe them. It was so much more than the "blah blah you look nice". I can't really describe it, but I need to save all of the comments and come back and read them when I am feeling blue. It was like kindness pouring out of people and of course everyone checking their phones to see what pics their kids could accidentally publish too. You may read my horribly embarrassing story <a href="http://themomedit.com/2015/05/when-your-swimsuit-selfie-accidentally-ends-up-on-facebook/" target="_blank">here</a> if you would like to. If you would like to read the comments, you will find that Angela has a much worse story than I do, and she handled it like a rock star. #swimsuitselfie #atleastitwasntanudie<br />
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3. I have perfected a grapefruit smoothie. Makes 2. Freeze one. Let it thaw over night and have the next day. <br />
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4. Kate and her accessories. She just really really loves shoes, hats, other wearable items. Check this outfit out. She WANTED to wear her life jacket. She REFUSED to let me put shorts on. She WANTED to wear her winter boots that are too small. She WANTED to play in the front yard. So we did. And fun was had by all. And the neighbors can have more things to laugh about and discuss<br />
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5. Our summer break so far...<br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-73370255131467613722015-05-22T22:08:00.001-04:002015-05-22T22:08:41.180-04:00Five Fact FridayShort and sweet today. Semi sick kid. Work to do. Laundry to fold. :)<br />
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1. Still rocking the button down shirts so he can do his own buttons. Needs a haircut. Takes naps in my bed now. Squishes up against me in my bed so much that I have a hard time typing on the computer. I usually have to put the computer up and wait until I hear snores. Finally understands which days are school days....just in time to change everything up for summer school. <br />
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2. He has been off for the past few weeks. I keep thinking he is getting sick and then it turns into nothing. Well, it is actually something because he has been running a low fever for the past day and a half. I think he will bounce back in a day or so<br />
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3. Dresses at the playground are so impractical. How do girls do it? Messy playground hair. She does all the big slides and stairs now. I just make sure she doesn't fall out of the big openings on the side. <br />
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4.We have hair coming in! And it is curly hair. Not sure if this is humidity or real curls. And why aren't there more racer back t's for girlies. Too cute. :)<br />
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5."And which type would he like" says the sample lady to Hunter holding baby Kate wearing a pony tail. She was probably wearing pink. Well...it is just about full out mosquito season here so our times of playground and outside play are coming to an end. There are only about 2 indoor play options round here so that won't get old. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-84189359431025597292015-05-15T11:34:00.001-04:002015-05-15T11:34:11.091-04:00Five Fact Friday1. Update on the grey Tom Wedge shoes. I wore them for the first time ever last night. Hunter got home on time ish to a totally demolished house, 2 fed and bathed kids, and laundry that he folded the day before not put up. Then I got to sneak over to a birthday / mom's night out at the sushi place. If you wear them with jeans, everything is A ok. If you try with shorts (like pinterest says) you look like you are trying to "go somewhere". I am not that level of dressy or trendy or something. Side note, I tried not to complain to Hunter about the chocolate pudding that was left all over the table and floor, but I failed. Then he kindly pointed out that he put up the laundry, put 2 kids to bed, did all of the dishes, and did something important with his new 4 wheeler tire. Not sure why I thought the pudding was important. It is still on the floor. I only mop on weekends...or if glass breaks. <br />
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2. Moving along with the fashion blogging (ha). I did break down and try the <a href="https://www.everlane.com/collections/womens-tees/products/womens-v-white" target="_blank">Everlane V neck tees</a> ($15). I wanted to see if they were any better than the Target V neck tees. I think they are going to be better. The cotton is better quality. They don't seem to lose their shape after a full day of 2 kids dragging on your shirt. They fit nicer. I need to wash them a few more times to see how they hold up.<br />
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3. For Mother's Day, Hunter allowed me an all expenses paid trip to Target by myself. I spent an hour and a half there. I wanted another set of sheets for our bed. I only buy white sheets these days, but one of our sets got a hole in the sheet that your foot could get stuck in. I debated between the $49 325 organic thread counts and the $99 600 thread counts. I went with the 325 thread count sheets since these were just going to be the backups. WRONG. They are like laying on organic cardboard. Every time somebody moves , the sound resembles crinkling a potato chip bag. Do these things get softer? Did I just waste $50 bucks? Will I get used to it? Apparently I always buy nice sheets and I forgot. 600 threads for life.<br />
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So what else am I snobby about? Hmmm...fried eggs. You can cook them in bacon grease, you can cook them in butter, you can cook them with a drizzle of oil but FOR THE LOVE...turn down the heat and do not make them brown burnt bubbly crispy disgusting eggs. You should only see white and yellow when eating...no brown.<br />
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Also, tea steeping. Do not ever never ever never leave your tea bag in the mug for the duration of your drinking. White tea steeps 1 minute. Green tea steps 2 to 3 minutes. Black tea steeps 3 to 5 minutes. You go ahead and enjoy your cup o bitter while I sip my delicate tea leaves steeped at the appropriate temperature for the correct duration.<br />
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4. Finally tried the children's museum....Wyatt's favorite thing was stuffing a ball in this machine and watching it go up the vacuum, down some ramps, flip some gears, throw it over here, and come back...this thing has a name that I can't think of right now. Kate's favorite thing was chunking a ball down a hole to learn about centrifugal motion or something like that.<br />
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5. This weekend needs to be a weekend of getting stuff done. Like working and errands and fixing. Maybe some cleaning. Some to do list smackdown. Wish us luck. Hope your weekend is relaxing. Or productive. Whatever you need. <br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-33894121568528094592015-05-08T11:22:00.003-04:002015-05-08T11:22:56.455-04:00Five Fact FridayDid you miss me? I have been busy doing real work for work...sorta. I have also been doing some traveling.<br />
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1. I thought I would try to describe some of the insanity of one of my tasks at work. Task: Get a server running in our test environment so that we can make sure all of our existing systems work with changes to one of the systems. Sounds easy enough...even for me that has dealt with this type of task before. I forgot. Computers are possessed. Servers are possessed. The stars have to align. The moon has to be waxing crescent. I have to squeeze a drop of blood orange juice into my eye without blinking. I have to move the R button on my computer and replace it with the M button...and then...maybe...I can complete the task.<br />
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First, I had to get access to 3 different web servers. Each server has to simulate a different type of environment. Then I had to wipe out everything on the servers and put the mostest recentest currentest code and configuration on each server. Then I had to make about 7 applications work and run across the 3 servers and talk to each other happily. I got about 5 of the applications working with no problem. The other 2 require troubleshooting. What has changed? Nothing. What is missing? Nothing. Well lets just try to reinstall it. Ok. That didn't work. Well, lets try rebooting. Ok. That didnt work. Debug debug. Read error logs. Read error logs. Restart. Give up for the weekend.<br />
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Come back on Monday. The applications are alllll working. I did nothing. Nobody did anything. The magical unicorn touched one of the servers and all was healed. Before I am able to submit my transaction and prove that everything works just like it should, I have to point to an alternate database because there is a migration happening. Some server needs some upgrade. Or some server ran out of space. Or some unicorn didn't touch the right server. So I make my little change and prepare to test. I get some database error messages. I troubleshoot, troubleshoot, debug, debug, debugzzzz and then I admit defeat and talk to the server team. The server team tells me "hey, you need a new server". So I give up my old server that I did so much magic on to make work, and I take my new server and I start the process over again. This time the magic unicorn doesn't show up. I never get it working. We are now going on week 3 of me trying to get the systems running in test and it is just not important anymore. If we were going to break something, we would have already broken it. Hopefully. I take a deep breath. I reassure myself that I am intelligent. I move on to my next task. Now, I am going to have to make 2 applications work with a new application. I will be writing code and having to learn how to use some new applications. I hope the unicorns show up. <br />
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2. I was clueless about this little cloth diapering fact. My diapers started leaking. They weren't snug on the legs. I was confused. I did some research. The elastic wears out. The 3 year mark seems to be the trend. I guess they can't take all of the hot water washing and occasional drying when lazy. They sell replacement elastic parts (at least Bum Genius does) and if you have a mother in law that is willing to devote lots of time to this annoying task, your diapers will be good as new. Look at the difference with new elastic vs old elastic. <br />
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3. Wyatt had a bit of a traumatic weekend, but turns out he only remembers the good parts. He got stuck on a 4 wheeler at dark. He lost his hat on the boat. He ran out of gas in the boat and had to get towed to a boat ramp. You know what he told me on the way home? I had a good time this weekend. Ha ha. Good. He sure didn't act like it during the actual moment. He could sense the stress I guess.<br />
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4. Kate had a bit of a traumatic weekend too. She got an ant bite that I never would have taken her to the dr for, but she had a checkup and the dr kinda flipped out and said it looked like staph. He gave me an antiobiotic, and some topical cream, and some special soap to use. He wouldn't give her the vaccinations. At first, I thought he was being a little silly, but as the day went on that ant bite got redder and redder and it turned into a big knot. I started to believe him. Everything looks under control now. While fighting the staph, I let her fall on a pine cone and shred her leg up. Can't win. Kate has been happy. Barely cried at pine cone incident. She is an excellent kid, girl, baby, toddler. She just needs to improve on the not sleeping in her own bed area so we can travel more.<br />
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5. I bought some grey wedge Toms last year when they were on sale. I still haven't worn them. When I put them on it looks like I am trying to dress up, and I am really just trying to stay at my house all day, or take my kiddo to preschool, or survive a grocery store trip. When I look on pinterest, everyone looks all glammed up. Someone help me figure out how to wear these. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-22132766181109384282015-04-26T13:57:00.002-04:002015-04-26T13:57:58.201-04:00Baby Kate - 18 Months<b><i>Stats </i></b><br />
Around 20 lbs<br />6 top teeth, 6 bottom teeth<br />
Size 4 shoe. <br />
Size 4 diapers. <br />
Clothes size 18 month. <br />
Hair....still little fella, but technically I can get some piggy tails in her hair<br />
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Kate has major snack envy. If she sees food, she needs to be eating food. Sounds like her mama. <br />
Loves PEANUT BUTTER! She walks around the house saying butter and pointing at the pantry. Nanas with butter. Bread with butter. Also loves pizza, pasta, mandarin oranges, berries, cheese, nuggets (but really only CFAs not frozen from the grocery store), chocolate, yogurt drinks, raisins, olives, tomatoes, grapes.<br />
Won't eat ice cream even after trying it (except for one time when I got a peanut butter shake...she took 3 sips of that one). Won't drink milk. Won't taste eggs. She has foods that she looks at and decides she will not ever put in her mouth. <br />
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One nap. Starts on the way home from preschool pick up or at 12:15. Whichever comes first. She naps for about 2 to 3 hours. Her bedtime is between 7 and 8 PM and she usually wakes up right at 7 AM. We read 1 to 2 books and sing twinkle twinkle. Then she begs for her ink ink ink chugs some water and lays down in her crib. Wyatt usually comes to read in the chair and sing with me. She likes it. <br />
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Imitating big kid play. Playing playdoh. Coloring. Using markers. She sees Wyatt and thats what she wants to be playing. She doesn't really play with toys that much. She prefers to hold one toy and carry it around the house with her. I always find her sitting at the table in Wyatt's room doing whatever big kid stuff he left out.<br />
She brushes her own teeth pretty durn good for her age. Thanks big bro.<br />
She knows how to stay out of the road. We play out front with our best neighbors almost every day and that rule sticks. Yay.<br />
I can't remember how much Wyatt was talking at this age, but I think it was more. She is really starting to say alot of words though. <br />
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<b><i>Dislikes</i></b><br />
Church nursery, but she only cries the first few minutes and when we come in to pick her up.<br />
The Chick Fil A cow. The people in costumes thing is horrifying right now.<br />
New people...she still really has to warm up to people.<br />
Dirty diapers. This is new. Wyatt never cared. <br />
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<b><i>Likes</i></b><br />
Jewelry<br />
Shoes<br />
Hats<br />
I'm doomed. Luckily she hasn't figured out purses yet.<br />
Daddy. When she cries, she cries for Daddy and not Mommy. I sorta feel like a mom failure every time this happens but at least she really loves him. What kid cries for dad when they are hurt? I suppose the daddy's girl starts really early.<br />
Play doh.<br />Color baths<br />
Sandbox play<br />
Playing outside<br />
Playing at playgrounds...she is really into the swing right now. <br />
Chalk..like sidewalk chalk. She likes to carry around a piece the whole time we play in the back yard.<br />
Pushing strollers, wagons, carts, around.<br />
Riding on her trike.<br />
Wearing her bike helmet. <br />
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Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1628835716485750488.post-7560605274934481892015-04-17T11:57:00.000-04:002015-04-17T11:57:19.570-04:00Five Fact Friday1. Have you seen the mom rant about being sold too much shtuff from online facebook parties? That drama sparked this article titled <a href="http://www.bonbonbreak.com/i-wont-unfriend-you-on-facebook/" target="_blank">Nails, Mascara, and Other Reasons I Won't Unfriend You On Facebook</a>. I think it is an interesting perspective, and am hoping all my friends and family can forgive me for selling them so much stuff at my online facebook parties. I am not sure how I got into all these things. Apparently this is a SAHM thing. Perhaps it makes me feel informed, and that I have important opinions, and I stay current with jewelery, makeup, and nail trends because welllll my 3 year old and 1 year old don't care about my opinions. Perhaps it is easier to buy everything online than actually try to take your chilluns to a store. Perhaps it is just stinkin fun to spend money and see pics of your friends trying new products. <br />
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2. One of my friends asked me if there is any food I don't eat. I had to think long and hard about foods that I don't like. I came up with my list. Goat cheese, blue cheese, and turnips. I think of myself as a bit of a foodie, so I am surprised that I can't get into goat cheese and blue cheese buuuuuttt I can't.<br />
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3. I think I am growing into my mom role finally. I am getting better at playing put the sock on, take the sock off, my foot, your foot. I just played put the cup lid on and take it off for 30 minutes with Kate and I didn't even mind it. We went on a walk this morning and she pushed her tiny baby stroller for 5 minutes. Then it turned into mommy push me in the tiny baby stroller and hurt your back for 30 minutes. I enjoyed it. I am literally getting up right this moment to change a poopie diaper. I am still in a good mood and these are the highlights of the morning. I used to want to poke my eye out when this was my morning. Yayyy me. I knew I could do it.<br />
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4. I really struggle to make friends with and chat up other SAHMs. Here are the similar interests I have...shopping at Target, ordering off of Amazon, online facebook parties, and keeping kids alive. Here are the differences I have...everything. Or maybe my shyness and awkwardness always wins. Or maybe I can't ever hang out with them because I don't skip naps or miss bedtime appointments. And you know there was a rumor out there that I was pro cry it out so I'm on the naughty mommy list. ;) <br /><br />
5. Apparently I am in a dip mood because I pinned <a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/creamy-sun-dried-tomato-spread" target="_blank">Sun Dried Tomato Dip</a> and <a href="http://www.foodiewithfamily.com/dill-pickle-dip/" target="_blank">Dill Pickle Dip</a>. And how does <a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2015/03/mushroom-ceviche.html?m=1" target="_blank">mushroom ceviche</a> sound? <br />
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Go forth and enjoy your weekend. And eat something delicious. And maybe lift some weights. Or go on a bike ride.Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18098123627380728910noreply@blogger.com0