Today the kids had a practice for their program at church. A friend of mine said that D was so incredibly reverent. (She didn't comment on T so I am guessing that means he, um, wasn't.) She said when she looked at her watch and saw there were just 10 minutes left she decided to compliment him and tell him it was only ten more minutes. He told her he was doing it for the pizza (provided after). HA! Love it.
The big program is tomorrow. D and T have their parts memorized. M has her violin duet down. Now let's see if they can make it through.
I went to dinner with some ladies from church tonight. Then, instead of going to the women's broadcast, I came home and watched it on television. Which things stuck out in my mind? When I am feeling down in the dumps I need to get off my butt and find someone worse off to serve. The other thing was to make things beautiful. I don't know how successful I was at that one but I went and picked a bunch of tomatoes and bottled them.
Oh, and today we went to one of those bouncy places with a bunch of inflatables. I gave them each something they had to do to participate and S just wouldn't do it. So when the time came I didn't buy her an admission. I felt pretty rotten but had to do it. She said to me something about how she thought I really would still let her do it. I guess that's what happens when you are three. I would think the pattern is so well established that she wouldn't risk missing a fun activity. When we got there she told me that I was mean and she didn't love me. I just told her, "Well, I love you anyway." Later she told me, "I really do love you mom. I was just trying to get you to let me play."
We had another funny D moment today. Well, it'll most likely be funny in twenty years. This morning I caught T wrestling him on the tramp. I got on T's case immediately and asked him what he was doing. He was quite forthcoming and honest. (I always ask what the person was doing before finding out what the other was doing.) I asked D what he was doing and he said, "I didn't see myself do anything." So of course then I ask him, "What did you do?" In a drawn out whine he said, "Nothing." I asked him what T did and he told me just what T had already said. So D got to come inside and hang out on the couch. He kept crying and screaming, "I don't understand why you won't beleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve me. I have been telling the truth." "I have been a truth teller and you won't believe me." The list goes on. You get the point. Well, about 30-45 minutes later I finally get the truth out of him. He had hurt T first. Of course he tried to cover his bases by saying he didn't KNOW he was hurting T just that T told him he was hurting him and to stop. Hmmm.... okay kiddo, so what was all this talk about why won't you believe me. The answer is that you weren't telling the dang truth. This truth telling thing is a pain in the behind.
All of this also got me to thinking what I really want my kids to be like. We have had a little discussion on parenting on one of my messageboards. I feel a bit harsh but in reality how we are doing things feels like the only method of survival for our family.
How do I want my kids to turn out? I decided I want them to be people that enjoy serving others and want to be good when no one is watching. That about sums it up.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The Car Shop
It helps to remember to leave your keys when you leave the car.
Oops.
It didn't really matter because my car won't ding for them like it did for me.
But I did get a filter change as well as an oil change.
And breakfast, it was great.
Oops.
It didn't really matter because my car won't ding for them like it did for me.
But I did get a filter change as well as an oil change.
And breakfast, it was great.
Friday, September 26, 2008
An overdue follow up
Last weekend went great. The kids' aunt and uncle were great people. In fact, they were quite a bit like us (minus my chub factor). Uncle had a similar background to DH. Okay, so maybe aunt wasn't that similar to me except she was NICE. And really, I'm not always that.
We learned a few things about their family and I feel made some new friends. They have two darling earth children. It was so pleasant.
S had a GREAT start to the week. She had so many good days (read that 3 but hey that is a bunch) without tons of sassiness. I just kept snuggling her and asking her how good she feels inside. She seemed SO happy. And this was the genuine happy thing. Yesterday that disappeared. She had a really rough day and ended up needing to go to bed before her bedtime. It got me to thinking about how maybe we are alike. Do I start to eat more healthy stuff and then self sabotage. Does it make me feel better to get rid of the crap in my diet. It sure does. But somehow the rice crispy treats still call. Maybe she is a bit like that too. (Only she's cuter with those curls.) Still, the trend of behavior went in the positive direction for a few days. I'm loving that.
I finally got M a violin this week. It's being delivered sometime before her next lesson. I couldn't get this brand of violin out of my head and it was keeping me up until after midnight each night. I finally decided I needed to quit looking and just buy the dang thing. My expectations are high as I was playing thousand dollar violins in her size and really liked them. But you know what, she is EIGHT and doesn't need a thousand dollar violin when my basement isn't done and I have crappy furniture. The five hundred (something like that, for real) review I have read say these sound like violins about 3 times their cost. So hopefully I'll get something that sounds even better than the ones I was playing. I was just grateful she started practicing without being asked this week.
T's tummy has been improved this week. We still have none of the tests back. His swim teacher said she thinks he would qualify for swimteam now. I might have to wait.
I figured something out with D this week. He needs more independent time. I think the reason he likes to pester people is that he can't stand to entertain himself. Even when he is playing, he constantly comes out to show you something. (I mean every minute or two.) So, we started independent playtime for 30 minutes each morning. He can show me anything after 30 minutes. It has been a real struggle for him but I think 30 minutes is fair for a kid that is almost six.
And the baby, she's a TORNADO. I can't even remember everything she has done. She makes it all a blur. She's gone through all the dental floss in the house, one tube of clomiterazole, a box of cereal, toothpaste, milk (in T's bowl, he forgot to put it in the dishwasher), a thing of wipes, and I'm sure a bunch of other things. She just goes from room to room in destructo mode. Luckily, she is so dang cute while she does it. I'm trying to remember if T was like this too. It's probably just a normal kid thing and because it has been so long since we had a kid this age, the effects seem greater.
DH has been running more. I'm not asking him if he is doing his upcoming marathon or not. M gave him the 'We don't want to watch other people finish. We want to watch you.'
I screwed up and parked in the middle of the driveway yesterday. Dang it. Why do I do that? I know it annoys the heck out of DH. I always think I'll move the car and I forget. I need to work on that. It's thoughtless of me.
And now I need to get ready. I am....
drumroll.............
going out to breakfast without kids. I have a sitter coming.
I'll enjoy the breakfast and I'm piggybacking it with dropping my car off for a repair. There is nothing that says fun like sitting at a car dealership for hours with FIVE kids :)
Good times!
But if I don't get dressed my breakfast won't happen. If I am going to stay chubby I might as well do it enjoying friends' company.
We learned a few things about their family and I feel made some new friends. They have two darling earth children. It was so pleasant.
S had a GREAT start to the week. She had so many good days (read that 3 but hey that is a bunch) without tons of sassiness. I just kept snuggling her and asking her how good she feels inside. She seemed SO happy. And this was the genuine happy thing. Yesterday that disappeared. She had a really rough day and ended up needing to go to bed before her bedtime. It got me to thinking about how maybe we are alike. Do I start to eat more healthy stuff and then self sabotage. Does it make me feel better to get rid of the crap in my diet. It sure does. But somehow the rice crispy treats still call. Maybe she is a bit like that too. (Only she's cuter with those curls.) Still, the trend of behavior went in the positive direction for a few days. I'm loving that.
I finally got M a violin this week. It's being delivered sometime before her next lesson. I couldn't get this brand of violin out of my head and it was keeping me up until after midnight each night. I finally decided I needed to quit looking and just buy the dang thing. My expectations are high as I was playing thousand dollar violins in her size and really liked them. But you know what, she is EIGHT and doesn't need a thousand dollar violin when my basement isn't done and I have crappy furniture. The five hundred (something like that, for real) review I have read say these sound like violins about 3 times their cost. So hopefully I'll get something that sounds even better than the ones I was playing. I was just grateful she started practicing without being asked this week.
T's tummy has been improved this week. We still have none of the tests back. His swim teacher said she thinks he would qualify for swimteam now. I might have to wait.
I figured something out with D this week. He needs more independent time. I think the reason he likes to pester people is that he can't stand to entertain himself. Even when he is playing, he constantly comes out to show you something. (I mean every minute or two.) So, we started independent playtime for 30 minutes each morning. He can show me anything after 30 minutes. It has been a real struggle for him but I think 30 minutes is fair for a kid that is almost six.
And the baby, she's a TORNADO. I can't even remember everything she has done. She makes it all a blur. She's gone through all the dental floss in the house, one tube of clomiterazole, a box of cereal, toothpaste, milk (in T's bowl, he forgot to put it in the dishwasher), a thing of wipes, and I'm sure a bunch of other things. She just goes from room to room in destructo mode. Luckily, she is so dang cute while she does it. I'm trying to remember if T was like this too. It's probably just a normal kid thing and because it has been so long since we had a kid this age, the effects seem greater.
DH has been running more. I'm not asking him if he is doing his upcoming marathon or not. M gave him the 'We don't want to watch other people finish. We want to watch you.'
I screwed up and parked in the middle of the driveway yesterday. Dang it. Why do I do that? I know it annoys the heck out of DH. I always think I'll move the car and I forget. I need to work on that. It's thoughtless of me.
And now I need to get ready. I am....
drumroll.............
going out to breakfast without kids. I have a sitter coming.
I'll enjoy the breakfast and I'm piggybacking it with dropping my car off for a repair. There is nothing that says fun like sitting at a car dealership for hours with FIVE kids :)
Good times!
But if I don't get dressed my breakfast won't happen. If I am going to stay chubby I might as well do it enjoying friends' company.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The weekend just might get more interesting
D's and S's aunt (from dad's side) contacted me tonight about visiting. They (she and her family) are in town for some work function. She seems very nice and very normal (i.e. will not hunt them down all the time) and I think we might try to meet up with her in a park.
It's a little weird though because we haven't let anyone know that S changed her own name. S and D have met this aunt before (the aunt says she has seen them only a handful of times) but they don't know they are related.
I feel like we should do it. It would make it much easier if I didn't feel that way.
I hope that it goes okay and that S decides to behave.
It's hard to believe I am going to call this person up tomorrow. Have I ever mentioned that I could barely get myself to call in a pizza until after I was married?
T had a school program today. He looked tired. He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning. I guess that's what happens when you are up throwing up every single night. M got her teacher to let her out of class to watch it. He missed swimming lessons because I flat out forgot about them. I realized late tonight that I had. Dang it!
I made peach jam for the first time today. It looks so pretty that I might just make some more tomorrow.
We'll see how the budgeting thing that DH I are trying to do goes. I finished off my grocery money today including my extra get to keep it if I don't spend it money. I don't have to buy anything that I know of though and so that should help.
YIKES! It's already tomorrow. Off to bed I go. The kids will be up in less than six hours.
It's a little weird though because we haven't let anyone know that S changed her own name. S and D have met this aunt before (the aunt says she has seen them only a handful of times) but they don't know they are related.
I feel like we should do it. It would make it much easier if I didn't feel that way.
I hope that it goes okay and that S decides to behave.
It's hard to believe I am going to call this person up tomorrow. Have I ever mentioned that I could barely get myself to call in a pizza until after I was married?
T had a school program today. He looked tired. He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning. I guess that's what happens when you are up throwing up every single night. M got her teacher to let her out of class to watch it. He missed swimming lessons because I flat out forgot about them. I realized late tonight that I had. Dang it!
I made peach jam for the first time today. It looks so pretty that I might just make some more tomorrow.
We'll see how the budgeting thing that DH I are trying to do goes. I finished off my grocery money today including my extra get to keep it if I don't spend it money. I don't have to buy anything that I know of though and so that should help.
YIKES! It's already tomorrow. Off to bed I go. The kids will be up in less than six hours.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Just Another Day
A couple of funny phrases from today-
From C: I colo (color) too Daydoe.
From S: (and this is frequent in her prayers) Please bless us that harm will come to us. (We have got to get the NO harm thing in there.)
And the rest of the day was almost uneventful. I woke up at 4:15 and T was in the bathroom sick. He's such a good kid and takes care of so much of it himself (which reminds me that I need to go and clean their toilet tonight again.) Most of the rest of the kids were up not too much later. 4 were up when DH left at 5:45 for work.
T still was feeling stinky before school started but the color started returning to his cheeks about 45 minutes after school started and so I had him get ready and off we went. It sounds cruel I know. But after he starts to feel better he'll just play anyway and he isn't contagious or anything.
Then the preschool lady came. I gave her a couple of pieces of advice, filled out paperwork, and watched another teacher interact with S. They brought S some crayons (big fat chunky ones... NICE) and a notebook that is actually her school notebook. Of course they needed that back and S wasn't up for giving it too them. I think she really thought she could abscond with it. They just weren't direct enough and were being too sweet. It gave me a chance to tell them what works for her. It has to be direct and it has to be a command.
Today when she wouldn't stop throwing tantrums I sent her out back (and then watched her interact with the dog. She did great by the way, very gentle... progress in the making). I shut the blinds in the back door and let her scream. She knew she just needed to calm down and be quiet and she could come in but she wouldn't give in. My friend R came over and heard her and opened the door and hollered like a monster from Monsters Inc. at her. I laughed and S seemed so surprised to see a door open and have someone oogly woogly at her and then shut the door before she could get a word in. It helped. Maybe I'll try that more (or I'll just invite R over to do it for me as it's kind of entertaining for me too.)
I did bottle some tomatoes for me and a couple of quarts for someone at ballet. I hate to see people's tomatoes go to waste. They look so pretty in the jars. I did pick maybe 30 pounds of peaches today and have to figure out what to do. I need to either cute them and freeze them for smoothies, can them (which I am not so sure will get eaten as much), make jam (something I have yet to do), or dehydrate them (which I like too much and down them like candy). But I have to get moving on it because they will be ripening quick and then all of the pears as well.
Tomorrow I am going to get my behind out of bed to go swimming. We got another person to come with us so it will be more fun. And, as a little carrot to get out of bed there is that coke machine that sells the bottles for 75 cents. Now that's a reason to get out of bed at 5:30.
From C: I colo (color) too Daydoe.
From S: (and this is frequent in her prayers) Please bless us that harm will come to us. (We have got to get the NO harm thing in there.)
And the rest of the day was almost uneventful. I woke up at 4:15 and T was in the bathroom sick. He's such a good kid and takes care of so much of it himself (which reminds me that I need to go and clean their toilet tonight again.) Most of the rest of the kids were up not too much later. 4 were up when DH left at 5:45 for work.
T still was feeling stinky before school started but the color started returning to his cheeks about 45 minutes after school started and so I had him get ready and off we went. It sounds cruel I know. But after he starts to feel better he'll just play anyway and he isn't contagious or anything.
Then the preschool lady came. I gave her a couple of pieces of advice, filled out paperwork, and watched another teacher interact with S. They brought S some crayons (big fat chunky ones... NICE) and a notebook that is actually her school notebook. Of course they needed that back and S wasn't up for giving it too them. I think she really thought she could abscond with it. They just weren't direct enough and were being too sweet. It gave me a chance to tell them what works for her. It has to be direct and it has to be a command.
Today when she wouldn't stop throwing tantrums I sent her out back (and then watched her interact with the dog. She did great by the way, very gentle... progress in the making). I shut the blinds in the back door and let her scream. She knew she just needed to calm down and be quiet and she could come in but she wouldn't give in. My friend R came over and heard her and opened the door and hollered like a monster from Monsters Inc. at her. I laughed and S seemed so surprised to see a door open and have someone oogly woogly at her and then shut the door before she could get a word in. It helped. Maybe I'll try that more (or I'll just invite R over to do it for me as it's kind of entertaining for me too.)
I did bottle some tomatoes for me and a couple of quarts for someone at ballet. I hate to see people's tomatoes go to waste. They look so pretty in the jars. I did pick maybe 30 pounds of peaches today and have to figure out what to do. I need to either cute them and freeze them for smoothies, can them (which I am not so sure will get eaten as much), make jam (something I have yet to do), or dehydrate them (which I like too much and down them like candy). But I have to get moving on it because they will be ripening quick and then all of the pears as well.
Tomorrow I am going to get my behind out of bed to go swimming. We got another person to come with us so it will be more fun. And, as a little carrot to get out of bed there is that coke machine that sells the bottles for 75 cents. Now that's a reason to get out of bed at 5:30.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Hidden blessings
I think I need to acknowledge that there are hidden blessings all over. It occurred to me again last night.
The lab at the hospital said it was open until 7 pm (actually the lab itself didn't talk but the employee did). I came up with a little plan to get DH home by 6:30 so I could go without kids, especially the two with Hand Foot and Mouth. So DH gets home and I try to go and collect a stool sample. This isn't exactly a party I tell you. I was trying to rig the toilet to hold the sour cream container for me but I just couldn't get it to work so I decided to go back to those good ol' hands.
While I was in there C managed to get into an entire bottle of vitamin C that was in DH's work bag (and she licked a bunch of them with her virus infected tongue thus rendering them useless). She also ran off with my lab referral papers that I had set out to take.
I wasn't super thrilled about the latter. I found them a couple of minutes before the lab was going to close and therefore couldn't make it there in time. I was a little ticked but what can you do. Since it was bedtime for S (C had a long nap) I called everyone and reminded them of the time and we did scriptures and prayers together. C was acting really funny and kept rubbing her nose. That mother's intuition came to me and I told DH that I was pretty certain she had something up her nose. After we sent S off to bed (where she did anything but sleep) we got out the tweezers and a flashlight and there WAS something in her bed. This is where the hidden blessing comes in. I don't know if DH would have thought to look up her nose when she was cranky and the huge piece of watered PAPER would have been in there all night. I don't know how in the world she managed to shove that much paper up her nose. I am glad that I wasn't at the hospital when I wanted to be.
Since it was too late to go to the lab I picked and cut some peaches and pears and loaded them into the dehydrator, canned some tomatoes, did the dishes, and loaded some more laundry.
This morning I woke up later than usual (after 7 am if you can believe it) and D had wet the bed. I hate to say it but he didn't seem bothered by it. He just wanted attention for having done it. I wet the bed is not a bragging phrase. I try to praise and praise him but he just can't get enough. But I can't turn wetting the bed into a huge praise fest. I've been trying to lay it on him today though in hopes that he'll look for the attention in good places.
S's hands look worse today. The has some more blisters and so she is out of commission for a few days. She's pretty bummed that she can't play with friends. Maybe in her quasi quarantine time we can break this bad streak we are on right now with her behavior. I dropped her off to my friend R's house (just to R's front yard) so I could run into the school and check T out to go have a his blood drawn. R said S told her that her dad hadn't been obeying her when he cleaned her owie. I wasn't surprised. S tried to command me around all morning. I really believe that she thinks she is the boss and in control of everything. She just still seems so surprised that she can't get her way every time she wants to. Once we get her to believe that she isn't in charge of everything I think we'll progress a little more quickly.
I took the 4 kids to the hospital lab with anti whatever cleaner to clean whatever S touched (I kept C in my arms). T was a trooper. He didn't even cry this time and instead of picking a sticker for himself, he picked an Elmo one for C. S wasn't choosing to obey (instead she was standing on their chairs, trying to bite her leg and shoe, etc) and left screaming because she didn't get a Tootsie Roll. There's nothing like leaving a building with a kid yelling at you, "I waaaaaaaaaaaant candy." I just kept saying calmly, "I'm sorry. It's too bad you didn't choose to obey." I got a bunch of evil looks from people.
Tuesday is usually our super busy day. I'm not quite sure how today will play out. I might be switching driving to dance days.
The lab at the hospital said it was open until 7 pm (actually the lab itself didn't talk but the employee did). I came up with a little plan to get DH home by 6:30 so I could go without kids, especially the two with Hand Foot and Mouth. So DH gets home and I try to go and collect a stool sample. This isn't exactly a party I tell you. I was trying to rig the toilet to hold the sour cream container for me but I just couldn't get it to work so I decided to go back to those good ol' hands.
While I was in there C managed to get into an entire bottle of vitamin C that was in DH's work bag (and she licked a bunch of them with her virus infected tongue thus rendering them useless). She also ran off with my lab referral papers that I had set out to take.
I wasn't super thrilled about the latter. I found them a couple of minutes before the lab was going to close and therefore couldn't make it there in time. I was a little ticked but what can you do. Since it was bedtime for S (C had a long nap) I called everyone and reminded them of the time and we did scriptures and prayers together. C was acting really funny and kept rubbing her nose. That mother's intuition came to me and I told DH that I was pretty certain she had something up her nose. After we sent S off to bed (where she did anything but sleep) we got out the tweezers and a flashlight and there WAS something in her bed. This is where the hidden blessing comes in. I don't know if DH would have thought to look up her nose when she was cranky and the huge piece of watered PAPER would have been in there all night. I don't know how in the world she managed to shove that much paper up her nose. I am glad that I wasn't at the hospital when I wanted to be.
Since it was too late to go to the lab I picked and cut some peaches and pears and loaded them into the dehydrator, canned some tomatoes, did the dishes, and loaded some more laundry.
This morning I woke up later than usual (after 7 am if you can believe it) and D had wet the bed. I hate to say it but he didn't seem bothered by it. He just wanted attention for having done it. I wet the bed is not a bragging phrase. I try to praise and praise him but he just can't get enough. But I can't turn wetting the bed into a huge praise fest. I've been trying to lay it on him today though in hopes that he'll look for the attention in good places.
S's hands look worse today. The has some more blisters and so she is out of commission for a few days. She's pretty bummed that she can't play with friends. Maybe in her quasi quarantine time we can break this bad streak we are on right now with her behavior. I dropped her off to my friend R's house (just to R's front yard) so I could run into the school and check T out to go have a his blood drawn. R said S told her that her dad hadn't been obeying her when he cleaned her owie. I wasn't surprised. S tried to command me around all morning. I really believe that she thinks she is the boss and in control of everything. She just still seems so surprised that she can't get her way every time she wants to. Once we get her to believe that she isn't in charge of everything I think we'll progress a little more quickly.
I took the 4 kids to the hospital lab with anti whatever cleaner to clean whatever S touched (I kept C in my arms). T was a trooper. He didn't even cry this time and instead of picking a sticker for himself, he picked an Elmo one for C. S wasn't choosing to obey (instead she was standing on their chairs, trying to bite her leg and shoe, etc) and left screaming because she didn't get a Tootsie Roll. There's nothing like leaving a building with a kid yelling at you, "I waaaaaaaaaaaant candy." I just kept saying calmly, "I'm sorry. It's too bad you didn't choose to obey." I got a bunch of evil looks from people.
Tuesday is usually our super busy day. I'm not quite sure how today will play out. I might be switching driving to dance days.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The family reunion
Almost every year my side of the family does a 'reunion' in the ever so family friendly town of Laughlin, Nevada. There is nothing that screams family more than a smokey casino and the ching ching ching of money that people are trying to win rather than earn. That being said, it is more family friendly than some places because it has cheap rooms.
We left last week on Thursday. Of course we didn't get out before 9am like we had hoped and instead left about 45 minutes later. Things were looking good for the first maybe 30 minutes. Then the indicator came on and tattled that I had forgotten to get the oil changed the day before. Dang it.
About an hour and a half later we had the opportunity to chill on the highway that had since turned into a parking lot. They closed the freeway shortly after we arrived. We could see a semi sideways ahead that was blocking the entire freeway. . Luckily the DVD player still worked and the kids watched a couple of shows. An hour and 40 minutes later we were on our way. It appeared that no one was hurt. While sitting in the parking lot/freeway I realized I hadn't packed any underwear for myself. Oops. I told DH I needed to take a picture of it and grabbed the camera and the batteries. Hmm... it's too dang bad that I forgot the memory card in the computer.
We cruised along until we hit a bigger town and I went and bought myself the missing goods. I managed to pack underwear for 5 other people as well as a pack of diapers and forgot the things for myself.
We hit Vegas right after 5 pm. That would be prime rush hour time. Eventually, 11 hours after leaving we arrived.
We were thrilled that they could get us adjoining rooms. The four older kids were in one room and we were in the other with the baby.
The next morning the kids got up at about 5:45. DH left in search of a market because they were all starving. He came back with some overripe bananas, some juice, and some sweets. He said he couldn't believe there wasn't a real grocery store in that town and that he should have crossed the border and just gone into Arizona. The kids didn't care. They got to eat crappy junk food and loved it all.
Then things got even better. T started feeling sick and his throwing up returned. He threw up several times. My mom called maybe an hour and a half later to invite us to breakfast and I told her that a. the kids had eaten much earlier and would soon be ready for lunch and b. T was starting the sick thing again. DH took them down to seen family in the hotel and let them play a bit (all but T and the baby who ended up going down for a nap). DH and I switched jobs when he brought the other three back and I took them down to the river to play and he stayed in the hotel room.
Much later T woke up and felt like eating and they went to a casino arches restaurant. He was fine for the rest of the day. His color returned and he ate like he was hungry. So DH called me and I picked him and the kids up so they could join us at the river. T felt like jet skiing and playing.
Then of course the next morning he started looking white at breakfast. He ran for me and said he was feeling sick and he started throwing up the little bit of watermelon he had eaten. Luckily, most of it was down the front of him. I hauled him back up to the hotel room and had him take a shower. And then he felt pretty fine and wanted to go jet skiing again.
We played at the river for a while and then said our good byes. Oh, did I mention that my aunt lent me her FABULOUS Canon Rebel camera. I took it to Sam's to have a cd made of the pics I took. When I got home I realized they only put the single picture that I wanted printed out on the disk. Luckily, my aunt still has the card and hasn't erased it yet. I fell in love with that camera. I didn't even try her even better Canon because I didn't want to love something even nicer.
We got out of there about 30 minutes later than we had hoped. And somehow, we managed to miss an accident (that was the good part for certain) but managed to find ourselves on a highway that had once again turned into a parking lot. Luckily, this was only about a 20 minute delay. Someone wasn't as lucky in this wreck and had to be life flighted out. Maybe it's good that we were as late as we were both times. Maybe we would have been in the wrecks too.
Poor little C was really cranky on the way home. She cried for most of the last half of the trip. When we got home at almost 11 pm we were just thrilled to be able to put them all in their own beds.
Then next morning we got started with getting ready for church nice and early. We still managed to arrive late. After a few minutes I held C and looked at her hands. They had spots and little blisters all over. I had DH look at them and then sent them home thinking she had chicken pox. After more of an examination we now know that it's hand foot and mouth and not chicken pox. As soon as our first meeting was over I took all of the kids home. There's no point in potentially spreading that at church. It's no wonder she was cranky on the way home. She really had a reason other than being sick of the car. Poor kid.
T is home again today. He threw up this morning and is having other digestive issues. S has spots on her feet and face now. D is still on a roll. He was in time out last night until he told the truth and it took him two hours. This morning he tripped the baby on purpose.
And that's where we are at. The good news is that hand foot and mouth isn't itchy, just really catchy. I cancelled a preschool appointment for S and will be cancelling violin lessons. I'm hoping this HFM thing is passed because we have playgroup at our house on Friday.
Still, it was fun seeing family. It's just always crazy how things fall together.
We left last week on Thursday. Of course we didn't get out before 9am like we had hoped and instead left about 45 minutes later. Things were looking good for the first maybe 30 minutes. Then the indicator came on and tattled that I had forgotten to get the oil changed the day before. Dang it.
About an hour and a half later we had the opportunity to chill on the highway that had since turned into a parking lot. They closed the freeway shortly after we arrived. We could see a semi sideways ahead that was blocking the entire freeway. . Luckily the DVD player still worked and the kids watched a couple of shows. An hour and 40 minutes later we were on our way. It appeared that no one was hurt. While sitting in the parking lot/freeway I realized I hadn't packed any underwear for myself. Oops. I told DH I needed to take a picture of it and grabbed the camera and the batteries. Hmm... it's too dang bad that I forgot the memory card in the computer.
We cruised along until we hit a bigger town and I went and bought myself the missing goods. I managed to pack underwear for 5 other people as well as a pack of diapers and forgot the things for myself.
We hit Vegas right after 5 pm. That would be prime rush hour time. Eventually, 11 hours after leaving we arrived.
We were thrilled that they could get us adjoining rooms. The four older kids were in one room and we were in the other with the baby.
The next morning the kids got up at about 5:45. DH left in search of a market because they were all starving. He came back with some overripe bananas, some juice, and some sweets. He said he couldn't believe there wasn't a real grocery store in that town and that he should have crossed the border and just gone into Arizona. The kids didn't care. They got to eat crappy junk food and loved it all.
Then things got even better. T started feeling sick and his throwing up returned. He threw up several times. My mom called maybe an hour and a half later to invite us to breakfast and I told her that a. the kids had eaten much earlier and would soon be ready for lunch and b. T was starting the sick thing again. DH took them down to seen family in the hotel and let them play a bit (all but T and the baby who ended up going down for a nap). DH and I switched jobs when he brought the other three back and I took them down to the river to play and he stayed in the hotel room.
Much later T woke up and felt like eating and they went to a casino arches restaurant. He was fine for the rest of the day. His color returned and he ate like he was hungry. So DH called me and I picked him and the kids up so they could join us at the river. T felt like jet skiing and playing.
Then of course the next morning he started looking white at breakfast. He ran for me and said he was feeling sick and he started throwing up the little bit of watermelon he had eaten. Luckily, most of it was down the front of him. I hauled him back up to the hotel room and had him take a shower. And then he felt pretty fine and wanted to go jet skiing again.
We played at the river for a while and then said our good byes. Oh, did I mention that my aunt lent me her FABULOUS Canon Rebel camera. I took it to Sam's to have a cd made of the pics I took. When I got home I realized they only put the single picture that I wanted printed out on the disk. Luckily, my aunt still has the card and hasn't erased it yet. I fell in love with that camera. I didn't even try her even better Canon because I didn't want to love something even nicer.
We got out of there about 30 minutes later than we had hoped. And somehow, we managed to miss an accident (that was the good part for certain) but managed to find ourselves on a highway that had once again turned into a parking lot. Luckily, this was only about a 20 minute delay. Someone wasn't as lucky in this wreck and had to be life flighted out. Maybe it's good that we were as late as we were both times. Maybe we would have been in the wrecks too.
Poor little C was really cranky on the way home. She cried for most of the last half of the trip. When we got home at almost 11 pm we were just thrilled to be able to put them all in their own beds.
Then next morning we got started with getting ready for church nice and early. We still managed to arrive late. After a few minutes I held C and looked at her hands. They had spots and little blisters all over. I had DH look at them and then sent them home thinking she had chicken pox. After more of an examination we now know that it's hand foot and mouth and not chicken pox. As soon as our first meeting was over I took all of the kids home. There's no point in potentially spreading that at church. It's no wonder she was cranky on the way home. She really had a reason other than being sick of the car. Poor kid.
T is home again today. He threw up this morning and is having other digestive issues. S has spots on her feet and face now. D is still on a roll. He was in time out last night until he told the truth and it took him two hours. This morning he tripped the baby on purpose.
And that's where we are at. The good news is that hand foot and mouth isn't itchy, just really catchy. I cancelled a preschool appointment for S and will be cancelling violin lessons. I'm hoping this HFM thing is passed because we have playgroup at our house on Friday.
Still, it was fun seeing family. It's just always crazy how things fall together.
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