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More septuagenarian woes

So, remember Scout, Henrietta, and Camilla? Well, are you ready for some updates on them? Here goes…

Recently, I was visiting Scout. Yep, took the kids and had a great time. Anyway, when I arrived, Scout said to me, “Guess what Henrietta said to me yesterday?” I knew it was going to be something crazy, but I managed to crack a joke implying that she didn’t want to come see me while I was in town. We laughed together (since she always makes sure to come see me when I am at Scout’s, and usually brings me yummy food, too!) and Scout told me that she actually said something rather shocking. Prepare yourselves, Dear Readers, for a shock of selfishness. Henrietta said that she no longer would be showing up for any parties that would be happening in the future (for example, birthday parties, Christmas parties, etc.), because she was too uncomfortable being there. Scout was shocked and asked if Camilla had said or done anything to her to make her feel this way. Henrietta admitted that Camilla had done nothing, but that she just felt unwelcome when Camilla was around. I was so proud of Scout when she told Henrietta that if that’s how she feels its her own fault and she’s an adult and can make her own decisions about attending parties. I couldn’t believe that Henrietta actually said that, but I was so proud that Scout didn’t go down the route of “Please please please come to our parties!”. Once again, the digression to high school antics is rather ridiculous.

But wait! There’s more! (Just like an infomercial, huh?)

Henrietta did, indeed, come to visit me and the kids while we were at Scout’s house. The phone rang, and can you guess who it was? Yep, Camilla! She was calling to say that she was coming to visit in just a few minutes. When Henrietta found out, she straight up said, “Well, I’m leaving.” I was in such shock that I told her “No, you aren’t. Don’t be that way.” When Camilla did show up, Henrietta ended up staying for awhile, so I was happy.

But wait! There’s more! (I told you it was like an infomercial!)

Henrietta was holding Piper when Camilla walked in. Henrietta almost immediately offered to pass off Piper to Camilla since she had been holding her for quite some time. Camilla said no. NO? To hold my darling baby? NO?! What kind of woman says no to holding a baby!? Mind you, when Camilla had held Michael as a baby (rare, rare, rare-I can think of two times), I was a hovering mother. I had “First Born Disease” (You know how first time mommies tend to hover and be just a teensy bit more protective and somewhat anal than they are with subsequently born children? I have dubbed that First Born Disease, competing with conventionally known Second Born Syndrome, which refers to all other children who seem to get the short end of the stick compared to the First Borns – and Only’s, but that’s another story) and she seemed so awkward holding him that I admit, I was scared he would get dropped. Yet, I told myself that this woman had reared three children and they all turned out semi-ok (haha). But I digress (a whole four and a half years!)…

Eventually, Henrietta told Camilla that it was her turn and stood up, telling her that she had to sit in the chair she just vacated because “those were the rules”. I laughed so hard (out loud, even) because we hadn’t told Henrietta that she had to sit there, but I was happy that Camilla was leaving a dining chair for a big sofa-y chair. Safer for my little one, you know. I felt First Born Disease starting to come back and told myself that now was time for Second Born Syndrome to kick in instead. Besides, Scout was a mere three feet away and doing a fine job of watching to make sure that all parts of ‘the Pipes’ got transferred from Henrietta to Camilla.

I swear to you that not two minutes, TWO MINUTES!, Camilla said, “Oh, I think she wants her Mommy.” Um, hello? My child is beautiful and just plain perfect, and you are ready to give her back after TWO MINUTES?! Oh wait-she actually made a noise, so she is clearly unhappy and wanting her mother. HELLO?? Babies make noises, it doesn’t mean they are hungry or miserable each time they coo! CHEESE AND RICE! So, I said…

“Oh, she’s fine. You can hold her longer.”

Scout nearly laughed her face off-she actually had to leave the room (“Drinks, anyone?”) to save herself from smirking in front of Camilla.

Yet two minutes later, Camilla said again that Piper wanted me. So I said, “Ok, I’ll take her…but I’m going to go to the bathroom first.” And off I went. Mind you, I was in there less than a minute, and when I came out Scout was holding Piper. Apparently, Camilla isn’t into holding the little ones. “Oh, Staciedear,” she says (and yes, Staciedear is one word), “she is just so beautiful.” Oi.


Weigh anchor or I’ll give you a taste of the cap’n’s daughter!

Yes, that’s right! Today is Talk Like A Pirate Day! ARRR!!! So, ahoy there me hearties! Or as Liss likes to tease “A-har there, me hoyties!”

Top Ten Pickup lines for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day
(We came up with these in an effort to interest The Other Dave (Letterman) in TLAPD. His staff liked ’em, but alas, his show was”dark” the week of Sept. 19.)
10 . Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
9. Have ya ever met a man with a real yardarm?
8. Come on up and see me urchins.
7. Yes, that is a hornpipe in my pocket and I am happy to see you.
6. I’d love to drop anchor in your lagoon.
5. Pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me cannon through your porthole?
4. How’d you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?
3. Ya know, darlin’, I’m 97 percent chum free.
2. Well blow me down?
And the number one pickup line for use on International Talk Like a Pirate Day is …
1. Prepare to be boarded.
Bonus pickup lines (when the ones above don’t work, as they often won’t)
They don’t call me Long John because my head is so big.
You’re drinking a Salty Dog? How’d you like to try the real thing?
Wanna shiver me timbers?
I’ve sailed the seven seas, and you’re the sleekest schooner I’ve ever sighted.
Brwaack! Polly want a cracker? … Oh, wait. That’s for Talk Like a PARROT Day.
That’s the finest pirate booty I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Let’s get together and haul some keel.
That’s some treasure chest you’ve got there.

Its Race Your Mouse Around the Icons Day!

So I thought it would be a good day for an update over here. Obscure, I know, but still…
Life with two kids is fabulous. Seriously. Michael is adjusting well. The hardest part is having to keep telling him to be gentle. I feel bad about it. He just loves Piper so much, and he wants to hug her and love her and touch her all the time. Which is awesome. But when he hugs, he wants to hug her as hard as he hugs me and Steve, which is not so good. Michael is a real champ and is an amazing helper. He is always ready to get something for me if I’m nursing Piper, and he always wants to help in any way that he can. Piper is still in the sleeping, eating, pooping stage, so not too much can be said about her adjusting to life outside the womb. Nighttime is pretty good. She usually sleeps for about 3-4 hours at a time and when I go in to her, I’m usually back in bed within a half hour. Sounds like a long time, BUT with Michael I was always in there for at least an hour, so this seems like a walk in the park. I was nervous at first about her crying at night and whether or not it would wake up Michael since he is in the next room over, but guess what? He sleeps just as normal, which is fabulous. Bedtime is the time that is hardest of all the day. Trying to get Michael into bed and having Piper into bed, well, its hard. Michael wants me to lay with him for a few minutes and Piper wants to nurse. No matter what time we head up to bed, its always the same. I think Rowdy Roddy Piper plans it that way, to tell you the truth. Last night was perfect. While Steve was getting Michael ready for bed, I was nursing Piper. By the time they were reading stories, Piper was in her crib. Not asleep, but not crying. I managed to lay with Michael for ten minutes (a long time, by our standards) and we just chatted for a bit. It was nice to have some time just with my buddy. Pretty much as soon as I settled in for a snack downstairs, my presence was requested by the littlest peanut of the house. I didn’t really mind since I had gotten to spend time with Michael uninterrupted.
Ok, well, I’m off for now, gotta eat while I can, hehehe, but I leave you with a bit of entertainment: go check out this link (make sure you watch the whole thing):
PS To James: I’ve heard some stories about Texans….you know what they say about Southern hospitality, right? heheheh

She’s here!

Having issues blogging, will write more later.

Eventful morning (NO, I’M NOT IN LABOR YET!)

As previously mentioned, Michael has been having quite a few breathing treatments over the past week or two. What this works out to, for those of you who don’t know, is that one or two albuterol treatments through the nebulizer can take care of most of his coughing and wheezing for at least a full day, if not rid him of it completely.
Well, yesterday afternoon, I could hear that he was coughing hard, but not too much wheezing. Since his grandma was coming to stay over night yesterday, I decided to give him a treatment so that he wouldn’t have to take time away from being with her later in the day. Needlesstosay, he needed another one before bed, because I could hear him wheezing when I put my ear to his chest. Downright whistle-y, to tell you the truth.
Michael coughed off and on throughout the night, but around midnight, he was coughing so hard that I went in to check on him. I ended up giving him another breathing treatment because I was so nervous about his breathing. He recovered well enough to fall asleep and made it until about six o’clock this morning (still coughing off and on throughout the night, but not like at midnight) when I sent Steve in to check on him because he was coughing so hard again. Oh, and on top of all this, I was giving him cough medicine, too. Steve went into panic mode and brought Michael into me saying he was taking him into the hospital. I told him that all they would do there would be to do what we would do, so we should do it first and see what happens. He wasn’t happy, but listened to me anyway.
Michael did well for about 10 minutes after the breathing treatment, and then when I stood in his bathroom, I could hear his wheezing while he sat in his bed (a good 15 feet away). Thankfully, the pediatrician has a walk-in hour and I got all of us ready and off we went.
Michael had three breathing treatments within an hour and prednisone (spelling??). The doctor monitored how much oxygen he was getting and his heart rate. They were happy with his progress, so we were allowed to come home instead of going to the hospital to be admitted for monitoring. I was happy about that, but of course, if they would have said that is what we would have to do, I would have been there in a heartbeat. So, until tomorrow, I am to give him breathing treatments every 4 hours. I am even to wake him up throughout the night to do it. Tomorrow, I will take him back to the doctor for a check up.
What fun, huh? Poor little guy is really feeling much better and wants to run around, but I keep hollering at him to stop running and all that craziness. I’m glad to see he’s feeling better, but I don’t want him to have any problems because of it.
For someone who has only ever had two albuterol treatments within a 24 hour period, he’s doing well with the 8 he’s had within the last 24 hours. A little wild, but that’s to be expected. 😉
I’ll try to check in later, but don’t fret if you don’t hear from me. I’ll update when I can!
Hope YOU are having a fantastic, fantastic day. 🙂

Random Thoughts And A List Or Two

Some people are really inspiring to me. I sometimes sit here feeling overwhelmed with all the things I want to get done, and wonder how I will do it. Then I look at others and see that they do forty million more things than I do a day with multiple children or children who require more attention than mine. How? How do they do it? I want to do it, too. Here is a list of some of the people who inspire me on a daily basis, for many different reasons (I suggest that you go check out their blogs by clicking on their names below):


I’ve got a ton of things I would like to get done today before Michael comes home from school…I’ve also got a ton of things that I really SHOULD get done today, too, LOL So here is my TO DO List:

DONE -Get downstairs changing table cleaned up and ready for the baby
DONE -Check SF to see if I got any more addresses to send out goodies
DONE -Scrapbooking pre-part 1 (added later): Finish CJs to send to Sara
DONE -Update Michael’s site
DONE -Take updated pictures of Piper’s room
DONE -Take updated pictures of the deck and patio
DONE -Update Crazy Crawfords’ site
DONE -Dishes from last night (I know you’re jealous)
DONE -Put clean sheets on the guest bed
DONE -Have fun with Michael tonight

-Scrapbooking part 1: Get some more layouts done from 2005 pictures
-Scrapbooking part 2: Get the rest of my pictures from 2005 printed to scrapbook
-Scrapbooking part 3: Get some more layouts done for my SIL’s birthday present
-Pack hospital bag
-Get carseat cleaned up and ready to go in the car

In the meantime, here are some fun things for YOU to do while I’m trying to get things done today:
Should You Quit Your Job? (You know if you need this quiz…)
What’s Your Pimp Name? (Mine was Pimptress Luv)
What Brady Are You? (I was Bobby Brady, LOL)

I might see you later. Hope you are all having a great day!

Shine on you crazy diamond


Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you
prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I’ll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we’ll bask in the shadow of yesterday’s triumph, and sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

-Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd’s Tribute to Syd Barrett, 1975