It is extremely rare that my sister-in-law, Abbey, and I get to go and DO anything. Saturday night, we were going to seize that rare opportunity and get crazy. I got everything ready for the "boys night in" which consisted of Dusty, my brother, Gus, and Simon.
As we were leaving, Gus started acting really sad about me leaving and said he didn't want me to go. I loved him up a few extra minutes and told him he could have some yogurt if he wanted it. He said "but they won't let me" with the most pitiful voice and face you've ever seen. I assured him that he could have some and shouted inside that I was leaving and Gus could have yogurt.
We left the house and talked about how excited we were to have this time together, and headed towards Rosman to the Miss Bengal pageant. (told ya we were wild) Abbey parked the car and we got out. We had gotten about 20 feet away from the car when the phone rang and Abbey picked up "Do you miss me already" and then I watched as her face changed and so did her direction..we were headed back to the car and my stomach sank. Jeremy said that Simon cut his finger, it was a long story, but he might need a stitch. I felt physical pain.
On the way home I tried to call, but no one would answer. I figured there was a finger missing and no one wanted me to be alarmed. I knew for them to have called me back that it was serious and that Simon was crying uncontrollably. Boy was I right.
I walked in and grabbed Simon. Gus was running circles in the front yard and Jeremy and Dusty were running circles inside. I saw paper towels and scotch tape laying on the table and almost laughed, but my baby was crying. I held him tight and tried to see the wound but it was bleeding too bad. I wrapped it in a burp cloth and starting spitting orders. You-get a bottle. You-get a towel. You-what happened?
Dusty was cutting open the yogurt that Gus had asked for, with scissors, while holding the infant child. Simon, of course, tried to grab the scissors and snip!
We finally all got everything together and got into the car. "Hazard's on, let's go" So we're on our way and I say, "I think you're allowed to speed when there's an infant bleeding in the back seat, and you're in a passing zone" Dusty said "yes but there was a line of cars, can't you see" "No, I was praying" "Oh" We then got behind a van that apparently felt that hazard lights were pretty to look at. No matter how many steering wheel slams and "Come on people" we were stuck until finally, we hit the 4 lane. Free at last!! Except for that state trooper. You're kidding me right?
Dusty weaves in and out of traffic all the way to the ER. Check in and..........wait. No one looks quite as emergent as my child. Except that my child is fast asleep and the bleeding has stopped. We all feel entitled to be first in the ER don't we. "No one is as sick as me or my child" We register and wait again. Get called back into a room and...wait again. At one point, I told Dusty he was going to have to start taking care of himself because he was hurt worse than Simon was. Poor guy!! 2 1/2 hours later and thankfully with Simon still sleeping, the Dr comes in, glues it, slaps a sticker on and we're out the door in less than 10 mins.
I see a market for dermabond-Parents. Sell it, and we will buy it. I personally will buy in bulk. It will save us hours! We can even use what's leftover on household projects.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
MOM UP
There are some things that mothers do, that are so completely super human, and then some things that they do that are just so disgusting that no man could ever imagine.
I am able to grow a human, feed this human with my own body inside and outside of the womb, go days on little sleep, have spit-up in my hair, literally be pooped on, spend all day with little ones and manage a clean house, dishes washed (by hand) bottles washed, bottles made for 24 hours, pull splinters from the depths of hands and feet, fix broken doors when they get slammed off their hinges, clean yogurt off of sliding glass doors, floors and the back of Simon's head(found that about an hour later), diapers are changed, kids are clothed, beds get made, I keep everyone alive, and I even manage to blog.
The other day, as some of you know, we found out that Gus had a major bowel impaction/blockage. We had to give him meds in order to help him pass it. DISCLAIMER:Stop reading if you're easily grossed out. Well, he passed it. The whole IT. I knew it wasn't going to go down in it's current "form" but what was I to do. I walked around the house knowing exactly what had to be done. But I didn't wanna do this. Was there any tool that I could use? Kitchen utensil...no cause I'd have to throw that away. Oh Lord, help me in this moment! So I sat down on his little bathroom stool and said to myself (outloud of course as crazy mom's do) "Emily, you gotta Mom up right here!"
Thank God and SC Johnson Company for rubber gloves!!!
I am able to grow a human, feed this human with my own body inside and outside of the womb, go days on little sleep, have spit-up in my hair, literally be pooped on, spend all day with little ones and manage a clean house, dishes washed (by hand) bottles washed, bottles made for 24 hours, pull splinters from the depths of hands and feet, fix broken doors when they get slammed off their hinges, clean yogurt off of sliding glass doors, floors and the back of Simon's head(found that about an hour later), diapers are changed, kids are clothed, beds get made, I keep everyone alive, and I even manage to blog.
The other day, as some of you know, we found out that Gus had a major bowel impaction/blockage. We had to give him meds in order to help him pass it. DISCLAIMER:Stop reading if you're easily grossed out. Well, he passed it. The whole IT. I knew it wasn't going to go down in it's current "form" but what was I to do. I walked around the house knowing exactly what had to be done. But I didn't wanna do this. Was there any tool that I could use? Kitchen utensil...no cause I'd have to throw that away. Oh Lord, help me in this moment! So I sat down on his little bathroom stool and said to myself (outloud of course as crazy mom's do) "Emily, you gotta Mom up right here!"
Thank God and SC Johnson Company for rubber gloves!!!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Mommie struggles
Every single day of Mommyhood presents new challenges. My life is no exception to this rule, by far. Most of my friends are mothers to one child. I noticed this more when I became pregnant with Simon. Was everyone else smarter than us? Were they on to something? Was I going to be able to do this? In an earlier blog, I expressed my fears of 2 children. How to juggle, share, feed and clothe. I've noticed that adding a childing doesn't just add to your load, somehow it quadruples your load, and subtracts from your brain.
An example is getting ready for church on Sunday's. With one child you get 3 people ready and pack a small bag. With two children, you start packing bags and bathing on Saturday night just to show up half-way through Sunday school. You hand off the baby, take the toddler to his class and sit in a tiny chair pretending like you're going to hang around. You excuse yourself "to the potty" and don't go back. Get half-way upstairs and remember you didn't tell them when the baby ate or was changed and what's in the bag. Go back down and explain your brain was not in the bag you packed last night and head back to your class. Sit down and grab your tea that you lovingly prepared, only you forgot the teabag so it's hot water with sugar and milk...mmm.
I do not complain because I understand and am thankful for my two beautiful blessings. I blog about it because I think we mommie's have struggles internally about our children everyday. I wonder when the boys are going to cast me aside for a girl, how they'll call their dad and ask for advice and say-don't tell mom. We can love them as much and as hard as we want to for now, but they'll grow up and move out all the same. I worry about everything that Gus is going through with sensory integration disorder. I worry that we "caused it" Did we spank too early? Did we hold him enough? Were we too quick to anger? All we can do as parents is learn from our mistakes, just the same way that we tell our children to do. "Don't do that again!"
Being a stay at home mom now, I'm learning how to relax and enjoy more. Being a working mom, I was always so rushed with our schedule and the next thing on the list. It was a rush from the moment I got home from picking Gus up, getting dinner ready, cleaning dishes, packing bags and lunches, bath time, bedtime and the day was done. I didn't make time to go to church because I used my family as an excuse, when all the while we would have still have family time for the one whole hour of church. I couldn't just sit on the porch and watch Gus play, or push him in the swing, go for a walk and throw sticks in the river, without thinking of what I had to do next.
We all need to give ourselves permission to stop and slow down, enjoy these blessings God has given us. I'd rather have an overactive toddler that bounces off the walls than one that can't walk. I'd rather have my chunky little baby than one that can't gain weight for medical reasons. In every complaint, someone else would be jealous. "One woman's floor is another woman's ceiling"
An example is getting ready for church on Sunday's. With one child you get 3 people ready and pack a small bag. With two children, you start packing bags and bathing on Saturday night just to show up half-way through Sunday school. You hand off the baby, take the toddler to his class and sit in a tiny chair pretending like you're going to hang around. You excuse yourself "to the potty" and don't go back. Get half-way upstairs and remember you didn't tell them when the baby ate or was changed and what's in the bag. Go back down and explain your brain was not in the bag you packed last night and head back to your class. Sit down and grab your tea that you lovingly prepared, only you forgot the teabag so it's hot water with sugar and milk...mmm.
I do not complain because I understand and am thankful for my two beautiful blessings. I blog about it because I think we mommie's have struggles internally about our children everyday. I wonder when the boys are going to cast me aside for a girl, how they'll call their dad and ask for advice and say-don't tell mom. We can love them as much and as hard as we want to for now, but they'll grow up and move out all the same. I worry about everything that Gus is going through with sensory integration disorder. I worry that we "caused it" Did we spank too early? Did we hold him enough? Were we too quick to anger? All we can do as parents is learn from our mistakes, just the same way that we tell our children to do. "Don't do that again!"
Being a stay at home mom now, I'm learning how to relax and enjoy more. Being a working mom, I was always so rushed with our schedule and the next thing on the list. It was a rush from the moment I got home from picking Gus up, getting dinner ready, cleaning dishes, packing bags and lunches, bath time, bedtime and the day was done. I didn't make time to go to church because I used my family as an excuse, when all the while we would have still have family time for the one whole hour of church. I couldn't just sit on the porch and watch Gus play, or push him in the swing, go for a walk and throw sticks in the river, without thinking of what I had to do next.
We all need to give ourselves permission to stop and slow down, enjoy these blessings God has given us. I'd rather have an overactive toddler that bounces off the walls than one that can't walk. I'd rather have my chunky little baby than one that can't gain weight for medical reasons. In every complaint, someone else would be jealous. "One woman's floor is another woman's ceiling"
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sleep
For all you parents that have the babies that sleep through the night, I don't like you. I'm super jealous. Go ahead and write a book about how you get them to sleep and all the routines you do to make this possible. I will go out and buy the book, read the book, study your methods, implement your methods, and they will not work.
Dusty and I don't make sleeping kids. Gus was up every 2-4 hours eating until he was around 18 months old and finally starting sleeping through the night. Simon, sleeps much better than this, but still gets up twice to eat. It doesn't matter what time he goes to bed or how much he eats before he goes to bed, I only ever manage 6 hours in my longest stretch of sleep. Simon might sleep for as long as 8 hours, but, he went to sleep at 7 and I don't go to bed until 11. Dusty gets up at 3 to feed him and then he's back up at 5...so I get 11-5.
Having half Owen in these boys means they would prefer to stay up until 1 am. I would like to stay up until 2 am every night, but I would need to sleep until 10 in order to appear to be human the next day. Dusty would like to sleep from 9pm until 5am. So when you add kids, we just don't sleep somehow. We could of course parent in shifts, but then we'd never see each other.
I miss Gus taking naps. That ended last summer. Simon naps, bvt that's usually the only time I'm not holding him and I have to get stuff done around the house:) I can't believe my little guy is already sitting up by himself.
Dusty and I don't make sleeping kids. Gus was up every 2-4 hours eating until he was around 18 months old and finally starting sleeping through the night. Simon, sleeps much better than this, but still gets up twice to eat. It doesn't matter what time he goes to bed or how much he eats before he goes to bed, I only ever manage 6 hours in my longest stretch of sleep. Simon might sleep for as long as 8 hours, but, he went to sleep at 7 and I don't go to bed until 11. Dusty gets up at 3 to feed him and then he's back up at 5...so I get 11-5.
Having half Owen in these boys means they would prefer to stay up until 1 am. I would like to stay up until 2 am every night, but I would need to sleep until 10 in order to appear to be human the next day. Dusty would like to sleep from 9pm until 5am. So when you add kids, we just don't sleep somehow. We could of course parent in shifts, but then we'd never see each other.
I miss Gus taking naps. That ended last summer. Simon naps, bvt that's usually the only time I'm not holding him and I have to get stuff done around the house:) I can't believe my little guy is already sitting up by himself.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
A bite of finger
How easy it is to blog when you have the best material ever. Your family.
Yesterday Dusty and I had to take Gus to the Dr. in Asheville. We had an appointment starting at 8:15 and then had to come back at 1:15. So we had 2 1/2 hours to kill in between them.
We decided to go to the Health Adventure. My two boys had the best time. Gus was very interested in how everything worked and Dusty was excited to get to jump up and see how high his vertical leap was...a few times. He got to show off his sit and reach skills and show Gus muscles and how they work. A very cool hands on museum right here in Asheville.
We still had time, so we went to grab some lunch. We ordered a pizza to split. When it came, Gus was so excited. He grabbed a piece of pie and said "Come to Papa" I have no idea where he gets this stuff. Gus and I were waiting on ours to cool while Dusty polished off his 3rd piece when all of a sudden he screamed "OUCH". I looked over and saw him shaking his hand. "Please tell me you did not just bite your finger....did you seriously just bite your own finger....the hand that feeds you??"
Yes he did friends. Yes he did.
I don't understand how he can eat so fast. How can you possibly enjoy what you're eating if you swallow it whole. Most of my friends note how long it takes me to eat. I simply enjoy tasting things. Plus, you eat less if you eat slowly. I'm always the last one eating, so it seems as though I can't get enough, but really, I'm just savoring.
Not Dusty, he wants the food as soon as it hits the plate. He can't wait to start the shoveling process. It doesn't matter how hot it is, he'll just take the burn. And when he's done, he uses his thumb to soak up whatever is left. I've been threatening him with blogging about his thumb scraping skills for a while. I wanted to have a name for it, but couldn't think of anything clever enough. I once asked, "Why the thumb" his reply makes sense to him "To get as much as possible at one time" I always have more food in the kitchen, and am worried that he might eat plates sometimes.
Gotta love that man of mine. Thumb swiping, finger biter.
Yesterday Dusty and I had to take Gus to the Dr. in Asheville. We had an appointment starting at 8:15 and then had to come back at 1:15. So we had 2 1/2 hours to kill in between them.
We decided to go to the Health Adventure. My two boys had the best time. Gus was very interested in how everything worked and Dusty was excited to get to jump up and see how high his vertical leap was...a few times. He got to show off his sit and reach skills and show Gus muscles and how they work. A very cool hands on museum right here in Asheville.
We still had time, so we went to grab some lunch. We ordered a pizza to split. When it came, Gus was so excited. He grabbed a piece of pie and said "Come to Papa" I have no idea where he gets this stuff. Gus and I were waiting on ours to cool while Dusty polished off his 3rd piece when all of a sudden he screamed "OUCH". I looked over and saw him shaking his hand. "Please tell me you did not just bite your finger....did you seriously just bite your own finger....the hand that feeds you??"
Yes he did friends. Yes he did.
I don't understand how he can eat so fast. How can you possibly enjoy what you're eating if you swallow it whole. Most of my friends note how long it takes me to eat. I simply enjoy tasting things. Plus, you eat less if you eat slowly. I'm always the last one eating, so it seems as though I can't get enough, but really, I'm just savoring.
Not Dusty, he wants the food as soon as it hits the plate. He can't wait to start the shoveling process. It doesn't matter how hot it is, he'll just take the burn. And when he's done, he uses his thumb to soak up whatever is left. I've been threatening him with blogging about his thumb scraping skills for a while. I wanted to have a name for it, but couldn't think of anything clever enough. I once asked, "Why the thumb" his reply makes sense to him "To get as much as possible at one time" I always have more food in the kitchen, and am worried that he might eat plates sometimes.
Gotta love that man of mine. Thumb swiping, finger biter.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
SAHM
Being a stay at home mom has it's perks. Lounge wear, no make-up, no straight iron, flexible lunch hours, and being your own boss..and the boss of the little people for that matter. You would think that my house would be spotless and all the chores would be done, but somehow, my time is eaten up as if I'm at a 9-5.
I get up and have my hot tea and whatever breakfast I can find. Usually a pop-tart. By the time I get sat down to eat, Simon needs me, so I get cold tea. Gus needs to do crafts, we dance, learn some things and it's lunch. I may throw some laundry in, and it may overflow and flood my kitchen. You don't know what my day will bring. I always get the beds made and the dishes washed, keep the fire going and the children happy. You just can't stop a toddler tornado.
I haven't given up....which used to be a joke to me...SAHM's give up and throw their hair up-or cut it off, and wear sweatsuits. But seriously, why do I want to have my hair laying on my shoulder on my nice sweater to get puked on? It's going to happen. There will be spit-up in my day. Every day. When I do get out of the house, I put on nice clothes, maybe even a pair of jeans (WHOA) and as soon as I step back in the door, lounge wear...just in time to soak up the spit-up! I do refuse to cut my hair off though. First off, I don't have the face shape for short hair. Trust me. Second, it would enhance the grey.
What bothers me most is that people don't seem to take you seriously as a SAHM. They ask what you do and you tell them and you immediately read what they're thinking. Oh, you're lazy. Well, lemme tell ya- there are days that I'd love to be sitting at a desk where you couldn't even see the wood or half of my floor because of the workload. I'd put my nose to the computer and power through that instead of cleaning crayon off the wall and puke out of my hair, happily! Work would be a vacation compared to most of my days! I could sit here and throw movies in and watch my soaps, sure, but I do take this job seriously, and I want to be good at it. Where's that online training class for mom's? Is there a dial in code I don't know about?
As Simon gets older and the weather gets better, I'll change into shorts and venture outside. Maybe a bedazzled tank top. Possibilities for the summer are endless!
I get up and have my hot tea and whatever breakfast I can find. Usually a pop-tart. By the time I get sat down to eat, Simon needs me, so I get cold tea. Gus needs to do crafts, we dance, learn some things and it's lunch. I may throw some laundry in, and it may overflow and flood my kitchen. You don't know what my day will bring. I always get the beds made and the dishes washed, keep the fire going and the children happy. You just can't stop a toddler tornado.
I haven't given up....which used to be a joke to me...SAHM's give up and throw their hair up-or cut it off, and wear sweatsuits. But seriously, why do I want to have my hair laying on my shoulder on my nice sweater to get puked on? It's going to happen. There will be spit-up in my day. Every day. When I do get out of the house, I put on nice clothes, maybe even a pair of jeans (WHOA) and as soon as I step back in the door, lounge wear...just in time to soak up the spit-up! I do refuse to cut my hair off though. First off, I don't have the face shape for short hair. Trust me. Second, it would enhance the grey.
What bothers me most is that people don't seem to take you seriously as a SAHM. They ask what you do and you tell them and you immediately read what they're thinking. Oh, you're lazy. Well, lemme tell ya- there are days that I'd love to be sitting at a desk where you couldn't even see the wood or half of my floor because of the workload. I'd put my nose to the computer and power through that instead of cleaning crayon off the wall and puke out of my hair, happily! Work would be a vacation compared to most of my days! I could sit here and throw movies in and watch my soaps, sure, but I do take this job seriously, and I want to be good at it. Where's that online training class for mom's? Is there a dial in code I don't know about?
As Simon gets older and the weather gets better, I'll change into shorts and venture outside. Maybe a bedazzled tank top. Possibilities for the summer are endless!
Monday, December 20, 2010
Can I get a corner?
Dusty Robinson, the self proclaimed bedroom vortex. Not what you're thinking. Grow up people.
I'll start with an important piece of information. A previous post highlighted how Dusty is constantly hot. A balmy 200 degrees on the coldest of days. However, he MUST have at least a sheet on him at night because, and I quote, "I feel like I'll float away." Now most of you know my husband, and if anyone was going to "float", he would be the least likely to do so. I freeze at night. Every night. I freeze. I have a sheet, a down blanket, and a comforter on the bed. I like to be under all 3 of these.
There is a trend however, that keeps me from being under all 3 or even 1. I get all snuggled in and Dusty is usually still watching TV or reading. Once he decides to settle in, the vortex begins. Inch by inch, my covers start getting sucked in until I'm stuck with just a sheet and blanket. Hours later I get up to feed Simon and I'm down to a sheet. I get up to use the bathroom-sheet is half gone. Now I would try to get these back, but I don't have the strength in the middle of the night, so I put on sweatpants. Get up to feed Simon again and grab a hoodie on my way back to bed.
How does this happen? Where do these covers go? They show up the next morning, just 3 miles down the road. A bedroom vortex. Who knew?
I'll start with an important piece of information. A previous post highlighted how Dusty is constantly hot. A balmy 200 degrees on the coldest of days. However, he MUST have at least a sheet on him at night because, and I quote, "I feel like I'll float away." Now most of you know my husband, and if anyone was going to "float", he would be the least likely to do so. I freeze at night. Every night. I freeze. I have a sheet, a down blanket, and a comforter on the bed. I like to be under all 3 of these.
There is a trend however, that keeps me from being under all 3 or even 1. I get all snuggled in and Dusty is usually still watching TV or reading. Once he decides to settle in, the vortex begins. Inch by inch, my covers start getting sucked in until I'm stuck with just a sheet and blanket. Hours later I get up to feed Simon and I'm down to a sheet. I get up to use the bathroom-sheet is half gone. Now I would try to get these back, but I don't have the strength in the middle of the night, so I put on sweatpants. Get up to feed Simon again and grab a hoodie on my way back to bed.
How does this happen? Where do these covers go? They show up the next morning, just 3 miles down the road. A bedroom vortex. Who knew?
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