The Little Man has been known to have his own preferences when it comes to his wardrobe. We know he likes accessories and all things superhero. He also has a dislike for seams in his socks, and recently come to despise jeans, and we all know that he would prefer to just be naked from the waist down.
He wants to wear cozy's only every day. I know what makes up a pair of cozy bottoms (sweat pants or pajama pants), but I haven't figured out what he means when he tells me he wants to wear a cozy shirt. One would think sweat shirt, but he has yet to put one on. So, I have allowed him to dress himself on days when it doesn't really matter. This has led to large amounts of picking up each and every night, as he empties all his drawers to find the perfect cozy shirt.
Also, you may run into him at Super T totally mismatched.
Although, you may not even notice because his own mother may upstage him while wearing workout gear fresh with sweat, no make-up, and hair that is still wet...and not from a shower.
Since today was a day that it didn't matter what The Little Man wore, I sent him upstairs to get dressed in his favorite cozy's for the day. He came down a short while later.
P: Mom! I am all dressed!
me: (looking in his direction, and noticing he actually matches) Oh! Good job, buddy! You look cozy and ready to go.
P: Ya! I am all ready.
(pause for a quick second)
P: Oh wait! I'm not ready! I forgot to put on my underwear!
As he quickly zipped out of the room, all the hopes I had for him growing out of the no underwear thing, quickly dissipated.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Captain's Log: Day 11
The Girl is still sick. She is actually having a good day today, but I have learned not to trust the good days anymore because sooner than we like, the bad ones return. The Doctor had no insight into the situation and just said "it just looks like one strong virus".
I am not going to go into the depths of my feelings about that comment.
Also, I had to collect a stool sample today from The Girl.
It hasn't been the best day.
One true blessing that has held me together during this trying time is a gift a friend gave me for Christmas. This book has given me all the words I need to say while in prayer, and I feel like I have nothing to say or give.
If you ever feel like your prayer life has gotten stale or you are wondering what else is there to say? Run to your local Christian book store RIGHT NOW and get this book. Maybe it's too cold outside? Well, order it up online somewhere. The Morning Adoration will bless your socks off, and it's only the first few pages.
Being in constant communication with my Father is pretty much the glue that has held me together on our Bad Days, and I can't seem to wrap my brain around anything but negativity.
Here's a snip-it for you:
Father God,
"For who you are and what you have done, accept my praise, O Lord:
I will exalt You, my God and King; I will bless your name for ever and ever. Every day I will bless you, and I will praise Your name for ever and ever. Great are You, Lord, and most worthy of praise; Your greatness is unsearchable. One generation shall praise Your works to another and shall declare Your mighty acts. I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty and on Your wonderful works. Many shall speak of the might of Your awesome works, and I will proclaim Your great deeds. I will express the memory of Your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness. You, O Lord, are gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and great in lovingkindness. You are good to all, and Your tender mercies are over all Your works. (Psalm 145:1-9)
"For who You are and for what You have done, accept my thanks, O Lord:
Blessed are You, O Lord, for you have heard the voice of my prayers. You are my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in You, and I am helped. My heart greatly rejoices, and I will give thanks to You in song.
(Psalm 28:6-7)
"I commit my day to You, O Lord:
O God, I know that all things work together for good to those who love you, to those who have called according to Your purpose. Those you foreknew, You also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of Your Son, that You might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.
(Romans 8:28-29)
"I will obey You today and trust You for all my needs:
I will trust in You, Lord, with all my heart, and lean not on my own understanding. In all my ways I will acknowledge You, and You will make my paths straight.
(Proverbs 3:5-6)
"O Lord, guard my heart against the temptations of the world and renew my heart and spirit:
I will be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving I will let my requests be made known to you, O God. And Your peace, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard my heart and my mind in Christ Jesus.
"Whatever is true, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and anything worthy of praise, I will let my mind dwell on these things.
(Philippians 4:6-8)
"Lord Jesus, I eagerly await the day when You will come again:
I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to me."
(Romans 8:18)
Good, good stuff.
And that's just a sampling of the Morning Adoration.
There is nothing like being able to pray God's own words.
It's just what this anxious, hurting, frustrated mother's heart needs.
I am not going to go into the depths of my feelings about that comment.
Also, I had to collect a stool sample today from The Girl.
It hasn't been the best day.
One true blessing that has held me together during this trying time is a gift a friend gave me for Christmas. This book has given me all the words I need to say while in prayer, and I feel like I have nothing to say or give.
If you ever feel like your prayer life has gotten stale or you are wondering what else is there to say? Run to your local Christian book store RIGHT NOW and get this book. Maybe it's too cold outside? Well, order it up online somewhere. The Morning Adoration will bless your socks off, and it's only the first few pages.
Being in constant communication with my Father is pretty much the glue that has held me together on our Bad Days, and I can't seem to wrap my brain around anything but negativity.
Here's a snip-it for you:
Father God,
"For who you are and what you have done, accept my praise, O Lord:
I will exalt You, my God and King; I will bless your name for ever and ever. Every day I will bless you, and I will praise Your name for ever and ever. Great are You, Lord, and most worthy of praise; Your greatness is unsearchable. One generation shall praise Your works to another and shall declare Your mighty acts. I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty and on Your wonderful works. Many shall speak of the might of Your awesome works, and I will proclaim Your great deeds. I will express the memory of Your abundant goodness and joyfully sing of your righteousness. You, O Lord, are gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and great in lovingkindness. You are good to all, and Your tender mercies are over all Your works. (Psalm 145:1-9)
"For who You are and for what You have done, accept my thanks, O Lord:
Blessed are You, O Lord, for you have heard the voice of my prayers. You are my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in You, and I am helped. My heart greatly rejoices, and I will give thanks to You in song.
(Psalm 28:6-7)
"I commit my day to You, O Lord:
O God, I know that all things work together for good to those who love you, to those who have called according to Your purpose. Those you foreknew, You also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of Your Son, that You might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.
(Romans 8:28-29)
"I will obey You today and trust You for all my needs:
I will trust in You, Lord, with all my heart, and lean not on my own understanding. In all my ways I will acknowledge You, and You will make my paths straight.
(Proverbs 3:5-6)
"O Lord, guard my heart against the temptations of the world and renew my heart and spirit:
I will be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving I will let my requests be made known to you, O God. And Your peace, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard my heart and my mind in Christ Jesus.
"Whatever is true, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and anything worthy of praise, I will let my mind dwell on these things.
(Philippians 4:6-8)
"Lord Jesus, I eagerly await the day when You will come again:
I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to me."
(Romans 8:18)
Good, good stuff.
And that's just a sampling of the Morning Adoration.
There is nothing like being able to pray God's own words.
It's just what this anxious, hurting, frustrated mother's heart needs.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
The Boy Who Cried Barf
Seems as though, with all the attention going to The Girl during this illness, The Little Man might be looking for someone to look his direction every once in a while. I feel bad for him. He has been a bit neglected.
Last night he resorted to having horrendous behavior with the mind set of, "If they won't pay attention to me while I'm good, then what will they do when I'm bad?"
So he went to bed early and lost some of his most beloved privileges, namely a snack and/or dessert.
It crushed his heart.
It crushed my heart.
I had to go in and hug and snuggle him before he went to sleep thinking that I didn't love him anymore.
Oreos are his love language, and I had not filled his love tank.
This morning he used a different tactic.
Since he had gone to bed somewhat earlier than normal, he woke up quite a bit earlier than normal. Knowing he isn't allowed out of his room until seven, he thought up a way to get our attention quick, and hopefully let him out of his room...and maybe let him watch some early morning TV.
Out of his room he came. "Mommy! Daddy! I think the throw-up is going to come out soon."
Yup, we jumped.
High.
Hubs took him to the bathroom where, after talking with him, he discovered that maybe there was no throw-up that needed to come out. Instead, we just had a little boy who wanted some early morning attention.
They learn fast.
Last night he resorted to having horrendous behavior with the mind set of, "If they won't pay attention to me while I'm good, then what will they do when I'm bad?"
So he went to bed early and lost some of his most beloved privileges, namely a snack and/or dessert.
It crushed his heart.
It crushed my heart.
I had to go in and hug and snuggle him before he went to sleep thinking that I didn't love him anymore.
Oreos are his love language, and I had not filled his love tank.
This morning he used a different tactic.
Since he had gone to bed somewhat earlier than normal, he woke up quite a bit earlier than normal. Knowing he isn't allowed out of his room until seven, he thought up a way to get our attention quick, and hopefully let him out of his room...and maybe let him watch some early morning TV.
Out of his room he came. "Mommy! Daddy! I think the throw-up is going to come out soon."
Yup, we jumped.
High.
Hubs took him to the bathroom where, after talking with him, he discovered that maybe there was no throw-up that needed to come out. Instead, we just had a little boy who wanted some early morning attention.
They learn fast.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Nothing Like Some Sour Milk to Help Your Tummy Feel Better
How many hours do you think a TV can run, in a row, before it burns out? It's been so nice, weather wise, that it is killing me that we are in front of a tube.
For the last six days.
Straight.
I did get the kids out today for some sunshine (and UV rays). They played rocket launch, rock collectors, and some baseball.
The TV really appreciated the break.
I just hope the UV rays kill any little microbes crawling around on their little bodies that isn't supposed to be there.
The doctor said that The Girl should be at the tail end of whatever she has (she said she thought maybe it's Nora Virus). It can last up to seven days. Well, she is using each one of those days up, I guess. I am not even attempting school until at least Monday. I feel horrible for her. One minute she is dying of hunger the next...well...isn't so pretty. I really don't think she has digested one bit of food since Friday of last week. Hubs could tell you better since he has been the main bucket holder.
Ewww.
The doctor did recommend some probiotics to balance her back out again. She actually recommended it for the entire family, especially since we've been exposed to The Girl. The doctor said that she thought that it would be a good idea to stay on them permanently because they do such a good job at fighting off tummy bugs, and all other nastiness that gets into our bodies.
Ewww.
If it gets The Girl better and it keeps us healthy for a while, well then LETS DO IT.
Can I say though, we needed a super pack of the probiotic to get started with since The Girl is so sick, and we've been exposed, that the flavor/consistency/over all palatability (is that even a word?) is HORRIBLE? The lady at the store assured me that the kids would LOVE it. She said, "Do your kids like chocolate or strawberry milk?"
Well, sure they do.
I am not sure why she even asked that, unless she meant strawberry milk that is about one or seven months old.
BLECH.
I tried to get them to chug it.
They looked at me like I was crazy.
So I spoon fed it to them every hour ALL DAY LONG until it was gone.
The Girl has to take it for three days.
She is thrilled.
After that they just eat a chewable vitamin type probiotic.
The lady said the were "very tasty".
I am going to sample one first to see if they are just as "tasty" as the mega pack.
Then I will probably have to think up some sort of trickery to eat the things.
Unfortunately for The Girl, the memory of the past six days is probably all she needs to motivate her to take it.
**Shudder**
For the last six days.
Straight.
I did get the kids out today for some sunshine (and UV rays). They played rocket launch, rock collectors, and some baseball.
The TV really appreciated the break.
I just hope the UV rays kill any little microbes crawling around on their little bodies that isn't supposed to be there.
The doctor said that The Girl should be at the tail end of whatever she has (she said she thought maybe it's Nora Virus). It can last up to seven days. Well, she is using each one of those days up, I guess. I am not even attempting school until at least Monday. I feel horrible for her. One minute she is dying of hunger the next...well...isn't so pretty. I really don't think she has digested one bit of food since Friday of last week. Hubs could tell you better since he has been the main bucket holder.
Ewww.
The doctor did recommend some probiotics to balance her back out again. She actually recommended it for the entire family, especially since we've been exposed to The Girl. The doctor said that she thought that it would be a good idea to stay on them permanently because they do such a good job at fighting off tummy bugs, and all other nastiness that gets into our bodies.
Ewww.
If it gets The Girl better and it keeps us healthy for a while, well then LETS DO IT.
Can I say though, we needed a super pack of the probiotic to get started with since The Girl is so sick, and we've been exposed, that the flavor/consistency/over all palatability (is that even a word?) is HORRIBLE? The lady at the store assured me that the kids would LOVE it. She said, "Do your kids like chocolate or strawberry milk?"
Well, sure they do.
I am not sure why she even asked that, unless she meant strawberry milk that is about one or seven months old.
BLECH.
I tried to get them to chug it.
They looked at me like I was crazy.
So I spoon fed it to them every hour ALL DAY LONG until it was gone.
The Girl has to take it for three days.
She is thrilled.
After that they just eat a chewable vitamin type probiotic.
The lady said the were "very tasty".
I am going to sample one first to see if they are just as "tasty" as the mega pack.
Then I will probably have to think up some sort of trickery to eat the things.
Unfortunately for The Girl, the memory of the past six days is probably all she needs to motivate her to take it.
**Shudder**
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Also, I am Buying Stock in Clorox, Paper Towels, and Lysol
Dear Baby Girl,
I am so sorry to see you like this. I cannot for the life of me figure out what has happened. The doctor thinks you might have re-infected yourself here in our home. I feel horrible. I am scrubbing every flat surface and every vertical surface for you (and everyone else who lives under this roof). I am committed to cleaning all door knobs, light switches, your toys, and all faucet fixtures. My cracked hands, that are red and burning because of chemical overload, are a small sacrifice I will make to hopefully ensure you don't have to endure another day like yesterday for hopefully another 9 or so months...
Your stuffed animals, you know Wilbur, Dino, Swirly and Fluffy? they have been given one more reprieve. They fully understand that if you are ill like yesterday again, within this week, they are going to the fire.
Along with your bed.
And pillow.
And anything else that can be removed from your room without damaging the room itself.
I know that this is the type of thing that happens when kids start going to school, and you have to be around all sorts of new germs. I thought about pulling you from school and start homeschooling as soon as you are feeling better. I thought that might be a bit irresponsible.
And drastic.
So you will return to that infestation...um school as soon as your little body is healed.
Your brother misses you greatly, and is praying for you each night.
We hope to have you barf-free very soon.
Love,
Your Mom
(who may or may not have OCD)
I am so sorry to see you like this. I cannot for the life of me figure out what has happened. The doctor thinks you might have re-infected yourself here in our home. I feel horrible. I am scrubbing every flat surface and every vertical surface for you (and everyone else who lives under this roof). I am committed to cleaning all door knobs, light switches, your toys, and all faucet fixtures. My cracked hands, that are red and burning because of chemical overload, are a small sacrifice I will make to hopefully ensure you don't have to endure another day like yesterday for hopefully another 9 or so months...
Your stuffed animals, you know Wilbur, Dino, Swirly and Fluffy? they have been given one more reprieve. They fully understand that if you are ill like yesterday again, within this week, they are going to the fire.
Along with your bed.
And pillow.
And anything else that can be removed from your room without damaging the room itself.
I know that this is the type of thing that happens when kids start going to school, and you have to be around all sorts of new germs. I thought about pulling you from school and start homeschooling as soon as you are feeling better. I thought that might be a bit irresponsible.
And drastic.
So you will return to that infestation...um school as soon as your little body is healed.
Your brother misses you greatly, and is praying for you each night.
We hope to have you barf-free very soon.
Love,
Your Mom
(who may or may not have OCD)
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Sworn Enemy
It is time for an updated picture of myself. I really wish there was a way around it, but I need one for my business website. Sister-In-Law did too, so it was a date. I was taking her pictures she was taking mine.
Why are pictures of yourself so difficult to look at? I mean, I know what I look like. I do look in the mirror.
Pictures are just different.
Oh, I hated every last one of the pictures. It wasn't Sister-In-Law's fault. She was doing everything right as far as operating the camera. It was me.
I couldn't think of any poses. Then I looked too posed. Then under posed. Then weird. And what was my neck doing? WOW! Check out the hair. Are my eyes weird? HELLO! SUCK IN YOUR GUT. Let your shoulders down. Is my posture OK? Too much smile. Not enough smile. Is that a wrinkle? NEVER WEAR WHITE.
It was tiring.
It was sobering.
White is not my friend.
I love white.
White does not love me.
Why are pictures of yourself so difficult to look at? I mean, I know what I look like. I do look in the mirror.
Pictures are just different.
Oh, I hated every last one of the pictures. It wasn't Sister-In-Law's fault. She was doing everything right as far as operating the camera. It was me.
I couldn't think of any poses. Then I looked too posed. Then under posed. Then weird. And what was my neck doing? WOW! Check out the hair. Are my eyes weird? HELLO! SUCK IN YOUR GUT. Let your shoulders down. Is my posture OK? Too much smile. Not enough smile. Is that a wrinkle? NEVER WEAR WHITE.
It was tiring.
It was sobering.
White is not my friend.
I love white.
White does not love me.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Really?
Poor Girl. I didn't know you could get the tummy bug twice in just a few months.
Crazy.
I thought once you had fought it off you couldn't catch that particular virus again.
I didn't realize that viruses changed so quickly.
At any rate, The Girl missed her first day of school. Can I say, though, she did it right? I mean, Monday is a holiday. So she just made an extended weekend just that much longer. She was devastated about missing Fun Friday. I don't know what she cried harder about, missing school or getting sick.
As with any time someone gets sick, we had a marathon of TV shows and movies today. Earlier this week there were all new episodes of the kids' favorite show, The Backyardigans. OK, OK, I like that show too.
So.
Thankfully, we have a DVR and recorded all the episodes. That came in pretty handy today. There was one episode called Garbage Trek that was about garbage and being garbage collectors. It had the Star Trek theme intertwined in it. After it was all over, it was time for The Little Man to take a nap. He was, of course, apprehensive. Finally, he told me that he, "just can't go to bed right now. My tummy hurts."
I pressed him as to why he thought his tummy hurt. I was looking for answers that were along the lines of a) I think I am hungry, b) I think I need to use the bathroom, or c) I think I am going to throw up. I was not expecting the answer of, "I think I watched too much garbage on TV, and now, now I have a tummy ache because of all that garbage."
Really.
I totally get that watching really disgusting things can make someone feel sick to their stomach. But garbage?
On a cartoon?
It's a bit of a stretch.
Meanwhile, my tummy ached from watching The Girl all morning long...BLECH.
Crazy.
I thought once you had fought it off you couldn't catch that particular virus again.
I didn't realize that viruses changed so quickly.
At any rate, The Girl missed her first day of school. Can I say, though, she did it right? I mean, Monday is a holiday. So she just made an extended weekend just that much longer. She was devastated about missing Fun Friday. I don't know what she cried harder about, missing school or getting sick.
As with any time someone gets sick, we had a marathon of TV shows and movies today. Earlier this week there were all new episodes of the kids' favorite show, The Backyardigans. OK, OK, I like that show too.
So.
Thankfully, we have a DVR and recorded all the episodes. That came in pretty handy today. There was one episode called Garbage Trek that was about garbage and being garbage collectors. It had the Star Trek theme intertwined in it. After it was all over, it was time for The Little Man to take a nap. He was, of course, apprehensive. Finally, he told me that he, "just can't go to bed right now. My tummy hurts."
I pressed him as to why he thought his tummy hurt. I was looking for answers that were along the lines of a) I think I am hungry, b) I think I need to use the bathroom, or c) I think I am going to throw up. I was not expecting the answer of, "I think I watched too much garbage on TV, and now, now I have a tummy ache because of all that garbage."
Really.
I totally get that watching really disgusting things can make someone feel sick to their stomach. But garbage?
On a cartoon?
It's a bit of a stretch.
Meanwhile, my tummy ached from watching The Girl all morning long...BLECH.
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