Yesterday I dropped the oldest off at Sunday School with grandmom and headed off to the gym.  I did the treadmill for 45 minutes, walking for 3 and running for 5.  Boy am I still sore from Saturday’s class.   But I stuck it out and did my 5 min run (jog) everytime my 3 minutes of walking was up.

Today I didn’t have to go to work so I had the boys.  I dumped them at day care so I could run to the gym.  And again I did the treadmill.  I upped my walking and running mph’s by .1.  Which I’m going to do again tomorrow.  Unless I go to a class.  There’s a strenth class tomorrow night at 7.  If I can make it there on time I think I’m going to do that and maybe hop on the treadmill afterwards, it depends on how I feel.  But I’m definitely not looking forward to going to work tomorrow, especially since I haven’t been there in over a week.  But I have to go back at some point and the 2 year old may not survive another day with me! Boy I can’t wait for this (st)age to be over.  But then again there are some great moments too.  I just have to remeber that when I’m ready to rip my hair out.

I’m using today as my official weigh and measurement day.  I’ve still have lost 5 pounds, so hopefully it’ll stay off.  And I’ll have an idea if what I’m doing is working by seeing if I lost any inches too.


Last night we had to go to the Emergency Room for our 2 year old. It’s no fun when you know they are hurt but they can’t really tell you how or how bad.

He was horseplaying with his Aunt (whose only 13 herself) when he landed wrong on his arm. He kept crying “My arm, my arm” but it was anywhere from his upper arm to his wrist. We would get him calmed down but then we would shift him in our laps and he would start crying again. He would not lift it or wiggle his fingers for us. He didn’t even want to eat dinner, even though he was just telling us he was hungry. After 30 – 45 minutes and a dozen different bribes to try and get him to use his arm, we decided we better get it checked out. So we loaded up the car with all of us, no-one wanted to wait at home, and off we went. He wouldn’t even walk for us so I carried him in to the ER and with a calm voice said, “I think we have an injured arm.” They took us in and after the nurse, resident and a doc checked him, they decided it would be best to x-ray it!

Of course I felt that only his mommy could make him feel better so I had to carry him all the way to the x-ray room. They leaded me up and covered his little pelvic area and started taking pictures. It was hard to explain that he had to lay still while picture were being taken, especially since he didn’t want his ‘picture’ taken, he was in pain. But he did really well and the tech came over with stickers of Thomas the train. I knew there was definitely something wrong when he wouldn’t even grab them!

Well an HOUR later the doctor finally comes in and tells us the x-rays were normal. Then he walks over to Wonder Boy and as he is reaching for him says, ‘Let me just try . . . . ‘ and then he says. ‘That’s what I thought, it’s popped back in.’

ME: “What’s popped in? WHAT’S POPPED IN??”

Apparently his elbow what slightly dislocated. He cried a little and then was absolutely fine! He wanted to walk around, he was giving Daddy high-fives, he was looking in cabinets. He did a complete 180 from how he was just a minute ago. It was a freakin miracle! Thank goodness we took him to the ER, I had no clue that he dislocated his elbow.

We were sent home with instructions to try and ice it over the next couple of days and give him Tylenol or IBuprofren when needed. We need to take it easy over the next two weeks and try and not let him fall or get pulled by his arm. But he’s doing great. And this morning when I asked him how is arm was, he patted it and said, “Feel better”. And he’s been playing normally all day.

I tell ya, how quickly kids bounce back!

We all went to Knoebels this weekend with my mom and sister.   Which is a great place for families.  There is no parking fees, no entrance fees and you can either purchase an all day wrist band or individual tickets.  Wonder Baby just hung out in the  stroller most of the day.  But Wonder Boy had fun, I think.  Although he has the body of a 3 or some 4 year old (over 3 feet tall and 33 pounds) he is only 2 years old (and 5 months).  He was able to go on a lot more rides than what he was ready for.  Wonder Man on the other hand was a grumpy lump.  He doesn’t do a lot of rides and the ones he does do he didn’t want to go on either.  (more…)

It began almost 3 weeks ago and I hope it’s finally wrapping up!  I am the end of Puke Fest with my contributions last night.

Let me tell you, spaghetti and ice cream do not look or smell as good coming out as it did going in.  And unfortunately all I could grab was my son’s little bath tub to puke in.  It is now at the kitchen sink waiting to be bleached out.

Starting with my 2 year old, then going to my husband, who passed it on to our 2 month old, and ending with me; puke fest was quite eventful with over 20 contributions in the last 3 weeks.  Hopefully we are now all over it in time to enjoy the events of this weekend.

And I lost a couple of pounds in the process!

Okay, so my oldest son went through the puke fest, then my husband, and now my 2 month old. When will it end!!!

We’re not sure if he has a tummy virus or if it’s due to a vaccine he got last Friday. He was given an oral form of the rotavirus. And on our information sheet it says that a mild side effect is vomiting within 7 days of the vaccine. He started Wednesday night. Last night my hubby called the Docs and they’re leaning towards a stomach bug. After throwing up about 9 times yesterday, we’ve only thrown up 2 times so far today. I think we’re doing good. Luckily he really hasn’t had a fever (couple of times felt warm) or any other signs. And he is still eating and peeing. So hopefully this is passing.

I am tired of changing his and my outfit every couple of hours. Oh, did I mention he pooped on me too! And I’m getting a sinus infection from not being able to take me allergy meds. And I got a double dose of allergies when I had to go to work Wednesday because I had to relocate to a basement that had a ‘water’ problem and I think has mold now. By the time I left for the day I could barely breathe and was sneezing non-stop.

I just hope I don’t get sick with the stomach bug!

So let alone having to go into work this week and getting over being sick myself; I may have been dealing with a sick son again???

This may be too stomach churning for some, so be warned.

My oldest had some blood in his diaper after a bowel movement Monday afternoon.  Not much but enough for me to notice and be concerned.  I called the Dr.’s and they told me they (secretary) would give him the message and he would call me back.  I waited and waited and no call.  Both my mom and my husband, well and myself, felt that it was probably from him straining while going and it wasn’t like he had rectal bleeding.  I was mad that the Dr. didn’t call me, so I didn’t call him the next day since there was no blood with the other diaper changes.   I know, so mature, but it wasn’t too much blood and it only happened that one time.

Fast forward to Wednesday afternoon when it happened again.  He didn’t go on Tuesday so Wednesday I gave him 4oz of apple/prune juice.  Two hours later he went, and there was blood again, and a little more than Monday’s diaper.  I called the Dr.’s but I got their answering service.  Apparently you have a choice, they will page the Dr. right away or they collect all the messages and he calls them back around 8 at night.  Since it was just in the diaper and poop, and he wasn’t rectally bleeding, I told him that I would wait for the 8 o’clock call.  I told her what happened Monday and she assured me that he would call.  Well, he did.  And he claimed that he called and left a message on Monday.  I choose not to get into a pissing contest, but I never left my phone the entire night Monday and I always had service bars registered on my phone, so he called the wrong number!!
Anyways, he wanted to see him in the morning.  And my son ended up having another dirty diaper with blood that night, we were definitely going to be there.

So we went in this morning.  I was prepared for what the doctor had to do, and I felt bad, but it had to be done.  My job, well, my job was to hold his legs up and hold his hands down and talk to him while he ‘checked’ him and obtain a sample.  There was blood in that sample so he was sending us for blood work.  He still feels that it’s just blood from straining.  Since it has always been very red it most likely wasn’t blood from ‘higher up’ in him.  For example, if he had bleeding in his intestines, the blood would be darker.  But we need to make sure therefore blood work needs to be done.  He has also told me to give him mineral oil twice a day to ‘lube’ his insides to help  pass bowel movements more easily.

So now we were headed to a lab where they needed to stick my little boy with a needle.  I know that’s the only way to get blood out but there has to be a better way.  Now I had to hold him down on my lap while one woman held down his arm and hand and another jabbed him with a needle and drained him of 4 – 5 vials.  I lost count cause I couldn’t watch.  He was a brave big boy and didn’t jerk his arm around.  But he cried the whole time saying, “Mommy, no; Mommy, no; Mommy, no” over and over.  I tried hard not to be hysterical, so only a few tears fell.  I don’t know how people can do this for a living!

So in my guilt for him having to go through all this, we went to Burger King for breakfast, which we really never do.  And I got him French toast sticks.  If only they could fix anything!!

Now I have to take my other son to the docs tomorrow for his 2 month check up and watch them jab him with vaccine shots!!  Boy I can’t wait for tomorrow to be over.

If everyone could just give me one dollar then I would not have to go back to work. Really, what’s one dollar? That’s all I need, one dollar, from every one. Okay, it doesn’t have to be from everyone, just half the world can give me one dollar or every one could just even give me 50 cents. I’m not asking for much. Consider it a donation, I’ll send you a receipt.

So what do you get for your dollar??

1. One less female driver during rush hour. Especially one that’s pissed off at her job and can’t wait to see her babies!
2. More time spent focusing on molding 2 future productive members of society.
3. One less very hostile worker in social services.
4. Since I can quit my job, your tax dollars would no longer pay my grant funded salary.
5. One very happy mommy!
6. It’ll be cheaper than paying for my bankruptcy debt when I quit my job and live off of credit cards for as long as possible.
7. It will also be cheaper than one more family on welfare sucking more tax dollars from your paycheck.
8.  You will also be helping to save the environment because I wouldn’t be driving to daycare and work everyday therefore I would not be using much gas or emitting extra carbon dioxide.

I think that’s quite a deal for one dollar. So what do you say? I look forward to your contributions.

Did I mention today I had to go in to work for the first time since having the baby. Yeah, it sucked that bad. Please don’t make me go back. Scrape together your change and make a mommy happy.

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