Lijie got up this morning in terrible pain from his eye. And not the whining kind of pain that kids get when they get a sliver, or a paper cut. He was sobbing inconsolably and shaking, he was hurting so bad. I took his eye patch off and it was so gross looking...his eyelashes were gummed shut and there was green goopey pus everywhere. So I loaded up both the kids and took Lijie in to the doc. The doctor attempted to look at the eye but Lijie was so hysterical by this time that he was only really able to take a peek at it. He left the room and came back with a piece of paper and told me that I had to take him to the ER asap. He said he was very concerned that Lijie had seriously damaged his eye..and he wasn't going to torture him there by trying to look at it. He said Id have to take him to the hospital and they would have to sedate him.
Fabulous. Just what every mother wants to do on a Friday morning with her six year old. (And a 10 month old who can't POOP in tow. More about that later...)
Lijie is still in his jammies. Rhys is in her filthy jammies and I haven't had a coffee yet..but off we go to the hospital.
~Side note:
On the way there, I called hubby at work and told him what was going on. Lijie was screaming in the background he was in so much pain..and understandably..very afraid.
Hubby said.."well can you find someone to come and help you with Rhysie?"
I felt like screaming..THATS WHY I CALLED YOU, PECKER HEAD. But I didn't. I hung up on him instead and threw my cell phone on the floor of the truck. (very mature ..I know.)
As I drove to the hospital I was getting myself more and more worked up. Lijie was howling, Rhys was getting mad because I hadn't even had a chance to feed her yet and I was really worried about Lij and his eye. (I was also a smidge mad at hubby..I will admit. I needed HELP. I was having to lead the blind boy around because he still wouldn't open his good eye as well as lug Rhysie with us and it wasn't working so well.) Little did I know then , that it was all about to get...much much worse.
We pull into the hospital parking lot and I am trying to decide how to maneuver Lij, Rhys, the big diaper bag and myself into the building. I take Rhysie out (in the carseat first...) and place her safely on the sidewalk. Then I go and drag Lij out, guiding him to the sidewalk and lugging my big assed bag behind us. Its at that moment I realise that Ive left the Dr's referral sheet in the truck. DAMNIT!
I tell Lijie to Stay PUT and not move. And I turn around and start to run for the truck. Im not quite sure what happened next...I remember starting to run..and then my feet galloping faster than my body could follow. I KNEW I was going down...and I couldn't do anything to stop it. And so...I fell. Very fast and very hard. I skidded down the handicapped wheelchair ramp indent on the sidewalk, and landed mostly on my elbows. It took me a moment to realise what had happened. I had a searing pain in my arm and leg..and a mouthful of dirt. I was bleeding through my damn hoodie and my elbow felt crunchy. As I tried to get up and compose myself I was struck with the thought that I had hurt myself. And rather badly.
This was when Lijie (blind..remember) started walking back and forth and screaming..
"Mom. MOM. Where ARE YOU?"
Summoning up all the energy and adrenaline I had, I went to the truck, got the paper..then went and got Lijie and Rhys (still in the carseat..) and carried us all into the hospital ER.
By this time I had started shaking wildly. My black hoodie was covered in dirt and grit..and my arm was starting to feel "dead". The triage nurse looked at me, looked at Lijie hollering and said, "Oh my goodness. What happened to you guys?"
I said I was fine, that we were here for Lijie. She looked at me kind of funny and said, "You don't look fine." I assured her I was ok and that it was Lijie who needed the medical attention, NOT me. They got Lijie going and in the meantime talked me into letting them look at my arm. The triage nurse told me she thought it might be broken. Which was probable seeing as how I thrown my ENTIRE girth on it. But I didn't have time for a broken arm. How was I going to guide Lijie around and carry Rhys with only ONE good arm? I poo pooed the nurse and said I was sure it was good (as blood ran down my arm and bits of my hoodie were actually ATTACHED to the road rash..) and that my only concern was Lijie. She said she thought I was full of poo and made me fill out a chart and become a "patient" with Lij. All this time I have this dialogue running through my head:
"DANI YOU DUMBASS!! YAH PICKED A FINE TIME TO TRIP OVER YOURSELF YOU MORON!!!"
By this time my mom had showed up, thank god and she was trying to make sure the kids were ok while I was getting looked at. They finally got Lijie into a room and Dr. No Nonsense walks in. "Hi. Im the Doctor. Im here to take a look at the young lads eye."
Good luck with that Dr. Dumb Ass.
I said, "He won't let you near his eye. He's scared and in pain."
Dr. No Nonsense gives me a catty smirk and goes over to Lijie with his eye numbing drops and tries to look into Lijies eye. Lijies screams in horror and starts bucking and jiving on the gurney.
Dr. Dumb Ass steps back, takes off his gloves and says.."Okie Dokie then. Lets get him some pain medication!"
They decide that Lijie needs an IV so that they can give him drugs for the pain. A nurse (ironically enough, named Dani.) comes in and smears Emla cream all over both hands, says she is going to give it 20 mins and come back to do the IV.
In the meantime , Im sent for xrays.
When I get back they are prepping for the IV. And I just know it isn't going to go well. Lijie is still hurting and he is so scared. I feel helpless and of no use.
IV insertion goes BAD.
They do everything they can to try and get him to stay still..(they even wrapped him up in a sheet like a mummy..) but he fights it. They poke him twice and he screams and thrashes. He's also dehydrated because he hasn't drank anything or eaten in 24 hours. After 10 mins they give up and Lijie is completely exhausted..and over wrought. The Doc comes in and says we have a couple of options. Sedation by "gas" which he says doesn't really work all that well, or sedation via Ketamine which will give him pain relief, knock him out a bit and allow them to look at the eye, clean it up and freeze it as well for some relief. He has to be moved into ANOTHER room.
I am starting to feel sick for him...we've been at the hospital for 2 hours..I keep promising him that soon it will all be over and his eye will stop hurting. And he's just so upset.
In the new room they change the plan and decide that he needs an IV. And once that is in, then they will give the Ketamine. (Which ... by the way, is the drug that everyone takes when they go to RAVES and whatnot ..give fantastic hallucinations apparently...) And it starts again....
You can hear him screaming from , what seems like , miles away. I have to leave the room. I can't stand seeing him like that. I just can't...
It takes 4 nurses, a doctor, a respiratory therapist and Launi to hold Lijie down to get the IV in. I am starting to feel beside myself.
Once the Ketamine AND Versed are in, Lijie is completely konked out. He has an oxygen mask on and looks like an over cooked noodle laying on the bed. I am so sad for him, but also relieved because FINALLY..he isn't hurting.
They check out his eye. And its no wonder the poor kid has been screaming. He has a HUGE abrasion in the center of his eye. :(
They give him more Ketamine. His eye gets washed out and they smear ointment all over it.
Awhile later, he starts to , "come to"..and Oh MY god. I have never seen anything like it in my life. He's slurring his words, hallucinating..waving his fingers in front of his eyes. He says things like:
"Why am I dreaming..but still awake?"
"Why am I flying Mom?"
"What have they done to me Mom?"
"I feel googley Mooooooooom".
He keeps drawing out his words and swinging his head around. (It is rather funny when he wiggles his fingers in front of his eyes..)
He falls asleep for awhile. When he wakes up he is somewhat more alert. They give him more pain meds in the IV and then disconnect him and send us on our way. Lijie is sporting another eye patch and keeps asking us when he gets to go home.
He tells me later that he thought they were trying to kill him. :(
The parent guilt could be enough to kill ME!!!!
Its been such a long day.......*sigh*
We finally got Lijie to sleep. When we got home he slept for a little bit but woke up hysterical again. He cried for over an hour until the codeine the Dr. prescribed kicked in. But the codeine gave him a bad stomach ache...so we were dealing with that as well. *UGD*
My arms and elbows, are covered in road rash. My knees are torn up..and oddly enough the top of one of my thighs. My arms and elbows are turning a fantastic lavender hue. They bandaged me up and put my arm in a sling...which renders me very useless...so I only wear it when Launi reminds me to.
Im so tired now. Rhys is over tired and is having a heck of a time staying asleep..so it might be a long night for me. Lijie seems to be sleeping peacefully for the moment and I hope that lasts all night. Keep your fingers crossed for us. ;)
Tomorrow is a fresh day. Im always glad when I leave the hospital that Im leaving WITH my child. And that Im leaving, knowing he is going to heal. There are those who don`t have that luxury. I keep trying to remind myself of that.
xo
d
Friday, April 17, 2009
You've Got To Be Kidding Me...
Well......its been another interesting week. :) (But really, did you expect anything less? buah..ha..ha..ha..)
~So an update on the PIGEON situation, cause I know you're all dieing to know about my birds right? Right... Against my protests Launi filled in the roof holes with wood blocks and then covered those with more flashing. He made a valiant effort to get all the birds out..(via banging on the underside of the peak and sticking a broom handle in the holes and waving it about madly....) but we never really did determine if there was a nest in there or not. (to hard to see..) But I would bet $10,000 dollars that there was. The birds came back to peck on the new flashing and I can still hear them "tick a ticking" around on my roof. I want them to GO AWAY!!!!!Launi is starting to get mad at the little buggers for trying to destroy his carpentry work yet again. Launi:
"I bet the little peckers and trying to rip that flashing off again!!!!"
I feel like we are the "Disgustington's". Those neighbours that no one wants to live next to. The ones with the roof that's covered in BIRDS. Blech...
Yesterday, my poor Lijie poked his eye with his school badge. He was pretty upset at school so they called me to come and get him. He's scratched the cornea again..and he scared it pretty good to. *sigh* You'll probably remember that a couple of years ago, this same thing happened. This time has been even worse. For one thing he won't open EITHER of his eyes. (When he tries to open the eye thats not hurt, the hurt eye just automatically tries to open even though its gauzed/taped shut. It rubs against his eye lid and it hurts alot. And Ive experienced it myself..and it does hurt.) So yes, he is essentially , "blind". And I am, essentially, his seeing eye dog. *sigh* We have tried EVERYTHING to get him to open his good eye. Bribes of movies, toys,...and he just won't. And as Ive learned, you can't force a kid to open his eye. I came home last night and he was rather upset.
I cleaned out his eye as best I could..(its quite goopey and snotty..very yucky looking..) but he wasn't letting me very willingly. He gets hysterically afraid anytime you talk about it, or go near it. He was shaking it was hurting so bad. So we gave him some motrin and sat with him for a bit, changed the gauze. He finally fell asleep. But we have to "lead" him back and forth to the bathroom. And the rest of the time he lays on the couch "listening" to movies. He hasn't really eaten anything..and its very quiet around here..and sad. :( He just lays on the couch and ....doesn't say anything or do anything. Im hoping today (Friday) after giving his eye the rest all yesterday and through the night, that he will feel ok enough to open at least ONE EYE. (fingers crossed)
Yesterday I had an appointment for Rhys to get her pics taken at Stupid store. I was rather excited about these pictures because I found the most Gorgeous dress for her.Its pink (with a white stripe) silk and chiffon..and it has a matching hat. It was ridiculously expensive...but totally worth it. Things did not go exactely as planned however. For one thing..they were 35 mins late for our appointment. Apparently..the girl who was working by herself that evening , had been having a bad day. So we were trying to keep Rhysie happy...as the minutes ticked by..we were becoming more and more "ticked" off.
FINALLY, she stopped serving all the other people who kept coming in..and she got us in the back and we started with the pics. Rhys..did..awesome! (until she fell off her lace pillow and smashed her head on the floor....but that is a story for another time as Im not emotionally ready to talk about that yet.) It was like..she was put on this earth just to pose and look beautiful. She had her hands on either side of her cheeks, she was posing "forward", she was dazzling us with her baby moves. The pictures were turning out beautifully!!! She looked darling!! After more than half an hour of pics, her highness was getting tired and "done" with her photo shoot. So it was time to wind it up and go and pick which pictures we wanted to order. The girl takes the camera off, fiddles with it for a minute..leaves the room, comes back and says..."oh my god.." We said.."Oh my god what??" She says, "There was no card in the camera......"
SERIOUSLY!!!
I was mad.
She wanted us to stay and redo all the pics again but by that point, Rhys had had enough and was ready for bed. And I was to cranky to even deal with the situation.
So we left. (Laurie FAMOUSLY took care of everything for us and managed to finangle retakes with a better photographer..for free, at our leisure. THANK YOU LAURIE!!!!!)
However all this pales in comparison for what awaited me on Friday morning.....
(TO BE CONTINUED)
~So an update on the PIGEON situation, cause I know you're all dieing to know about my birds right? Right... Against my protests Launi filled in the roof holes with wood blocks and then covered those with more flashing. He made a valiant effort to get all the birds out..(via banging on the underside of the peak and sticking a broom handle in the holes and waving it about madly....) but we never really did determine if there was a nest in there or not. (to hard to see..) But I would bet $10,000 dollars that there was. The birds came back to peck on the new flashing and I can still hear them "tick a ticking" around on my roof. I want them to GO AWAY!!!!!Launi is starting to get mad at the little buggers for trying to destroy his carpentry work yet again. Launi:
"I bet the little peckers and trying to rip that flashing off again!!!!"
I feel like we are the "Disgustington's". Those neighbours that no one wants to live next to. The ones with the roof that's covered in BIRDS. Blech...
Yesterday, my poor Lijie poked his eye with his school badge. He was pretty upset at school so they called me to come and get him. He's scratched the cornea again..and he scared it pretty good to. *sigh* You'll probably remember that a couple of years ago, this same thing happened. This time has been even worse. For one thing he won't open EITHER of his eyes. (When he tries to open the eye thats not hurt, the hurt eye just automatically tries to open even though its gauzed/taped shut. It rubs against his eye lid and it hurts alot. And Ive experienced it myself..and it does hurt.) So yes, he is essentially , "blind". And I am, essentially, his seeing eye dog. *sigh* We have tried EVERYTHING to get him to open his good eye. Bribes of movies, toys,...and he just won't. And as Ive learned, you can't force a kid to open his eye. I came home last night and he was rather upset.
I cleaned out his eye as best I could..(its quite goopey and snotty..very yucky looking..) but he wasn't letting me very willingly. He gets hysterically afraid anytime you talk about it, or go near it. He was shaking it was hurting so bad. So we gave him some motrin and sat with him for a bit, changed the gauze. He finally fell asleep. But we have to "lead" him back and forth to the bathroom. And the rest of the time he lays on the couch "listening" to movies. He hasn't really eaten anything..and its very quiet around here..and sad. :( He just lays on the couch and ....doesn't say anything or do anything. Im hoping today (Friday) after giving his eye the rest all yesterday and through the night, that he will feel ok enough to open at least ONE EYE. (fingers crossed)
Yesterday I had an appointment for Rhys to get her pics taken at Stupid store. I was rather excited about these pictures because I found the most Gorgeous dress for her.Its pink (with a white stripe) silk and chiffon..and it has a matching hat. It was ridiculously expensive...but totally worth it. Things did not go exactely as planned however. For one thing..they were 35 mins late for our appointment. Apparently..the girl who was working by herself that evening , had been having a bad day. So we were trying to keep Rhysie happy...as the minutes ticked by..we were becoming more and more "ticked" off.
FINALLY, she stopped serving all the other people who kept coming in..and she got us in the back and we started with the pics. Rhys..did..awesome! (until she fell off her lace pillow and smashed her head on the floor....but that is a story for another time as Im not emotionally ready to talk about that yet.) It was like..she was put on this earth just to pose and look beautiful. She had her hands on either side of her cheeks, she was posing "forward", she was dazzling us with her baby moves. The pictures were turning out beautifully!!! She looked darling!! After more than half an hour of pics, her highness was getting tired and "done" with her photo shoot. So it was time to wind it up and go and pick which pictures we wanted to order. The girl takes the camera off, fiddles with it for a minute..leaves the room, comes back and says..."oh my god.." We said.."Oh my god what??" She says, "There was no card in the camera......"
SERIOUSLY!!!
I was mad.
She wanted us to stay and redo all the pics again but by that point, Rhys had had enough and was ready for bed. And I was to cranky to even deal with the situation.
So we left. (Laurie FAMOUSLY took care of everything for us and managed to finangle retakes with a better photographer..for free, at our leisure. THANK YOU LAURIE!!!!!)
However all this pales in comparison for what awaited me on Friday morning.....
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Bastard Birds
Well....its happened.
We have Pigeons.
~(I have a healthy fear of Birds in general. It all started when I was stalked and then chased by a goose when I was 6! It was horrifying! My fear of birds was intensified when I went inside a chicken coop with a friend {against my better judgement} and there was anarchy amongst the hens and the entire coop was filled with flapping wings, gobbling sounds and pekky beaks that were , in my mind , coming for my eyes.)
So yes. Needless to say, I am not happy with our pigeon situation.
They have ripped off the "flashing" on either end of our roof peak. And a whole damn family has moved in. You can hear them "tick a ticking" around in there and "coo'ing". (In my mind..Im imagining all the bird poo too..and it makes me hyperventilate. ) The other day I went outside to throw a bag of garbage out and there was a bastard CROW, with half his fat ass sticking out of the hole in the roof. And crows are the devils playmate. (My mother has this...fascination with crows..which she has passed on to Lijie. I don't care how "smart" crows are. You could teach them to do multiplication and I would still think that they suck. )
So we have pigeons..and a devil bird,living in our roof.
I finally convinced Launi to get out the ladder and check out the holes, to see whats going on up there. I was sure I could see a nest in the hole. And there was no way in hell I was going up there to investigate. So Launi drug out the ladder and flashlight and decided to take a look. Lijie was thrilled. He loves the pigeons.
He crunches up crackers and stands on the deck with his hands out calling, "HERE PIGEON PIGEON PIGEON!" and makes kissey sounds with his lips. ARGH!
Launi sets up the ladder and gives the side of the house a few good kicks, to ensure that all the pigeons are out of there "home". He shines the flashlight in one hole, checking things out. Im on the ground feeling the need to "duck and take cover". (I was tempted to wear Lijie's bike helmet, like my friend did when they had birds living under their deck. Every time she had to take the garbage out she'd wear her bike helmet!! And somehow..this makes perfect sense to me.) I said, "Theres a BIG assed nest, isn't there????????"
Launi quietly shines the light around checking things out. I am resisting the urge to tell him to get off the ladder and let ME do it. For some reason , I think that I can do a better job..which is asinine and ridiculous. And there is no way I am getting that up close and personal to a bird.
Launi moves the ladder over to check out the other hole...and as he's shining the light in the hole, I can hear WINGS flapping and Launi does the "duck and cover" move on the ladder. And a BIG ASSED pigeon with red beady eyes, shoots out of the HOLE! I start screaming and almost faint.
Launi looks at me with annoyance from atop the ladder and Lijie pats my hand and says, "Its okay mom. Its just a BIRD." and rolls his eyes.
Launi resumes his investigation of the bird factory and I watch as 3 big bastard pigeons stare at him from the top of the roof. The buggers are standing on top of the roof peak, peering over the edge at him, waiting for him to leave so they can slink back into their hole and do...rotten bird things.
Launi figures me must cover up the holes with more flashing. I refuse to let him do this because I am SURE that birds are going to get trapped inside, die..and start to smell in the summer heat. And that is my idea of hell. I would have to go and live in a hotel..and I mean that in all seriousness!! Launi doesn't want to put up with my idiocy and so the holes remain uncovered and we REMAIN..the "Bird House". *sigh*
There is a kid on Kijiji who has an ad. He will come to your house with his gun and shoot "vermin" , for a small fee. He says he will shoot "gophers, mice, etc" for farmers. I wonder if he'll come and shoot pigeons for a city girl who has a massive bird phobia?
I have to call the exterminator tomorrow. I know if Launi gets the birds out and covers up the holes, the buggers will just rip the flashing off again and come back to roost. *argh*
Never a dull moment around here.
We have Pigeons.
~(I have a healthy fear of Birds in general. It all started when I was stalked and then chased by a goose when I was 6! It was horrifying! My fear of birds was intensified when I went inside a chicken coop with a friend {against my better judgement} and there was anarchy amongst the hens and the entire coop was filled with flapping wings, gobbling sounds and pekky beaks that were , in my mind , coming for my eyes.)
So yes. Needless to say, I am not happy with our pigeon situation.
They have ripped off the "flashing" on either end of our roof peak. And a whole damn family has moved in. You can hear them "tick a ticking" around in there and "coo'ing". (In my mind..Im imagining all the bird poo too..and it makes me hyperventilate. ) The other day I went outside to throw a bag of garbage out and there was a bastard CROW, with half his fat ass sticking out of the hole in the roof. And crows are the devils playmate. (My mother has this...fascination with crows..which she has passed on to Lijie. I don't care how "smart" crows are. You could teach them to do multiplication and I would still think that they suck. )
So we have pigeons..and a devil bird,living in our roof.
I finally convinced Launi to get out the ladder and check out the holes, to see whats going on up there. I was sure I could see a nest in the hole. And there was no way in hell I was going up there to investigate. So Launi drug out the ladder and flashlight and decided to take a look. Lijie was thrilled. He loves the pigeons.
He crunches up crackers and stands on the deck with his hands out calling, "HERE PIGEON PIGEON PIGEON!" and makes kissey sounds with his lips. ARGH!
Launi sets up the ladder and gives the side of the house a few good kicks, to ensure that all the pigeons are out of there "home". He shines the flashlight in one hole, checking things out. Im on the ground feeling the need to "duck and take cover". (I was tempted to wear Lijie's bike helmet, like my friend did when they had birds living under their deck. Every time she had to take the garbage out she'd wear her bike helmet!! And somehow..this makes perfect sense to me.) I said, "Theres a BIG assed nest, isn't there????????"
Launi quietly shines the light around checking things out. I am resisting the urge to tell him to get off the ladder and let ME do it. For some reason , I think that I can do a better job..which is asinine and ridiculous. And there is no way I am getting that up close and personal to a bird.
Launi moves the ladder over to check out the other hole...and as he's shining the light in the hole, I can hear WINGS flapping and Launi does the "duck and cover" move on the ladder. And a BIG ASSED pigeon with red beady eyes, shoots out of the HOLE! I start screaming and almost faint.
Launi looks at me with annoyance from atop the ladder and Lijie pats my hand and says, "Its okay mom. Its just a BIRD." and rolls his eyes.
Launi resumes his investigation of the bird factory and I watch as 3 big bastard pigeons stare at him from the top of the roof. The buggers are standing on top of the roof peak, peering over the edge at him, waiting for him to leave so they can slink back into their hole and do...rotten bird things.
Launi figures me must cover up the holes with more flashing. I refuse to let him do this because I am SURE that birds are going to get trapped inside, die..and start to smell in the summer heat. And that is my idea of hell. I would have to go and live in a hotel..and I mean that in all seriousness!! Launi doesn't want to put up with my idiocy and so the holes remain uncovered and we REMAIN..the "Bird House". *sigh*
There is a kid on Kijiji who has an ad. He will come to your house with his gun and shoot "vermin" , for a small fee. He says he will shoot "gophers, mice, etc" for farmers. I wonder if he'll come and shoot pigeons for a city girl who has a massive bird phobia?
I have to call the exterminator tomorrow. I know if Launi gets the birds out and covers up the holes, the buggers will just rip the flashing off again and come back to roost. *argh*
Never a dull moment around here.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Attack of the killer mud.
Its spring. And with spring comes...mud.
And Lijie loves the mud! Alot.
And he doesn't just play in the mud "a little". He plays in the mud...ALOT.
Every time he comes in from outside, he requires a good scrubbing in the bath tub. Its in his hair..his eyebrows...his belly button...its everywhere.
The following 2 movies are for your viewing pleasure.
I made 2 because I thought the first one had been erased. :) And in both of them he was doing such .... fabulous things with the mud, that I thought I would share.
And as a parting thought...did I mention that I HATE mud?
And Lijie loves the mud! Alot.
And he doesn't just play in the mud "a little". He plays in the mud...ALOT.
Every time he comes in from outside, he requires a good scrubbing in the bath tub. Its in his hair..his eyebrows...his belly button...its everywhere.
The following 2 movies are for your viewing pleasure.
I made 2 because I thought the first one had been erased. :) And in both of them he was doing such .... fabulous things with the mud, that I thought I would share.
And as a parting thought...did I mention that I HATE mud?
Friday, April 10, 2009
"Good BYE" crappy week...
Good bye cruel week...
All week Ive felt like I just can't get it together.
Not enough sleep..been eating nothing but crap...and I think Ive been reliving my past just a litttttle bit to much.
Added to that the fact that Lijie was possessed by the devil the entire week and Im pretty sure it explains my frame of mind.
Were to start? Well at the beginning of the week Annie and Jayden were down over night. And Annie and I decided to take the kids and check out a few thrift stores.
And it was at THIS store that I had my unfortunate "boob" experience. *sigh*
Lijie kept trying to escape every store that we entered...so I kept dashing outside trying to make sure that he wasn't getting run over by a truck. All the while lugging Rhysie too and fro. Anyway...at the last store the boys kept fighting, Lijie kept screaming at Jayden and Rhys kept yanking on my hair and stuffing handfuls into her mouth. After 15 minutes we left the store..(a window washer held the door open for me and gave me the oddest look..I wondered what his problem was..but Rhys was bucking around like an octopus so I didn't have time to think about it much further.)
I got into the truck, went to put the key in the ignition and noticed to my horror that my left boob was hanging out of my shirt!!!!! (and I was wearing a disgusting, white, satiny nursing bra. *gag* And its to small so the inside "nets" can be seen from the over flappy things...) Annie claims she didn't notice...though I don't know how she couldn't have. Im sure everyone else in the store did however..
After my unfortunate boob debacle..the week only seemed to go down hill. Hard to imagine its possible...but it did. Lijie ingested soy during a Chinese take out diner. We paid for it dearly over the next 48 hours. Thursday morning I came upstairs from putting in a load of laundry to discover that Lijie had emptied an ENTIRE bottle of lotion unto the floor in the living room and was "skating" on it. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was doing "figure 8's". (and it was my expensive lotion from B&BW'a too...) The mess was disgusting...and slimy to clean up. After I got over that...we took Lij for a haircut. Same as usual..short all over with a little extra hair on top to spike up. The hairdresser did a good job. And at the end the asked Lijie if he wanted gel in his hair..because she had gel in every color imaginable. He was having a hard time making up his mind so she asked him what his favorite color was and he said "Rainbow." So she laughed and said.."well why not.." and she made the top of his head a "rainbow" with about 8 different kinds of gel! :) He looked very funky..and was thrilled.
Later in the afternoon I was in the bathroom while Lijie was in his room watching TV..or so I thought. When I came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen I was perplexed by the little bits of "color" that were on the counter. Perplexed until..I realized that the little bits of "color" were the colored spikey bits of Lijies HAIR.
He took the scissors out of the knife block and cut his HAIR. When I asked him why he in GODS name he would something like that, he said because it was to "crunchy".
Yep........to crunchy.
The day after that he was swinging from the curtain in his bedroom and pulled the entire thing out of the wall. (for the second time this month......)
So yes..its been a busy week with the wee lad. Im hoping its just "april fever" and that once spring hits full force he will calm down a little bit...but Im not holding my breath.
Im not sure what the weekend will hold. Im thinking maybe some outside work to get ready for spring/summer. The dead stalks of the flowers from last year are still sticking up and waving in the wind from my front flower bed and I must chop them down because...it looks like the "Disgustingtons" live here.
So tired. Ate to much cake...drank to much diet coke..and have exercised to little.
(more about that later....) Rhysie must be getting teeth because she hasn't slept all day and is Still UP. This afternoon she was rather miserable...but ever since her dad got home she has been rather pleasant...just not tired. *meh*
I have laundry calling..so I suppose I should answer. Lets hope its a productive weekend and we can actually get something done.
xo
d
All week Ive felt like I just can't get it together.
Not enough sleep..been eating nothing but crap...and I think Ive been reliving my past just a litttttle bit to much.
Added to that the fact that Lijie was possessed by the devil the entire week and Im pretty sure it explains my frame of mind.
Were to start? Well at the beginning of the week Annie and Jayden were down over night. And Annie and I decided to take the kids and check out a few thrift stores.
And it was at THIS store that I had my unfortunate "boob" experience. *sigh*
Lijie kept trying to escape every store that we entered...so I kept dashing outside trying to make sure that he wasn't getting run over by a truck. All the while lugging Rhysie too and fro. Anyway...at the last store the boys kept fighting, Lijie kept screaming at Jayden and Rhys kept yanking on my hair and stuffing handfuls into her mouth. After 15 minutes we left the store..(a window washer held the door open for me and gave me the oddest look..I wondered what his problem was..but Rhys was bucking around like an octopus so I didn't have time to think about it much further.)
I got into the truck, went to put the key in the ignition and noticed to my horror that my left boob was hanging out of my shirt!!!!! (and I was wearing a disgusting, white, satiny nursing bra. *gag* And its to small so the inside "nets" can be seen from the over flappy things...) Annie claims she didn't notice...though I don't know how she couldn't have. Im sure everyone else in the store did however..
After my unfortunate boob debacle..the week only seemed to go down hill. Hard to imagine its possible...but it did. Lijie ingested soy during a Chinese take out diner. We paid for it dearly over the next 48 hours. Thursday morning I came upstairs from putting in a load of laundry to discover that Lijie had emptied an ENTIRE bottle of lotion unto the floor in the living room and was "skating" on it. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was doing "figure 8's". (and it was my expensive lotion from B&BW'a too...) The mess was disgusting...and slimy to clean up. After I got over that...we took Lij for a haircut. Same as usual..short all over with a little extra hair on top to spike up. The hairdresser did a good job. And at the end the asked Lijie if he wanted gel in his hair..because she had gel in every color imaginable. He was having a hard time making up his mind so she asked him what his favorite color was and he said "Rainbow." So she laughed and said.."well why not.." and she made the top of his head a "rainbow" with about 8 different kinds of gel! :) He looked very funky..and was thrilled.
Later in the afternoon I was in the bathroom while Lijie was in his room watching TV..or so I thought. When I came out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen I was perplexed by the little bits of "color" that were on the counter. Perplexed until..I realized that the little bits of "color" were the colored spikey bits of Lijies HAIR.
He took the scissors out of the knife block and cut his HAIR. When I asked him why he in GODS name he would something like that, he said because it was to "crunchy".
Yep........to crunchy.
The day after that he was swinging from the curtain in his bedroom and pulled the entire thing out of the wall. (for the second time this month......)
So yes..its been a busy week with the wee lad. Im hoping its just "april fever" and that once spring hits full force he will calm down a little bit...but Im not holding my breath.
Im not sure what the weekend will hold. Im thinking maybe some outside work to get ready for spring/summer. The dead stalks of the flowers from last year are still sticking up and waving in the wind from my front flower bed and I must chop them down because...it looks like the "Disgustingtons" live here.
So tired. Ate to much cake...drank to much diet coke..and have exercised to little.
(more about that later....) Rhysie must be getting teeth because she hasn't slept all day and is Still UP. This afternoon she was rather miserable...but ever since her dad got home she has been rather pleasant...just not tired. *meh*
I have laundry calling..so I suppose I should answer. Lets hope its a productive weekend and we can actually get something done.
xo
d
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I'll Love you forever...
I walked up to my front door and...I realised that Im always happy to be home.
As much as I enjoy and love a night out with a girlfriend, I am always happy to return to my "nest" and be with my "chicklets". ;)
I had a wonderful night out with a girlfriend tonite. We were talking about how important it is when you're a mother, to have trusted girlfriends who just know what its like. Without a word, perhaps just a look or a frustrated *sigh*, they get it. They know instantly what your day has been like and they share in your misery.
I got home late and it was dark and quiet inside. I tiptoed in and locked up and when I turned around Lijie was waiting at the top of the stair to greet me.
"MOM! You're home! I couldn't sleep until you were here. Where have you BEEN?"
I walked him back to his bad and we laid and had a chat together. (He was watching Karate Kid in his room. He said "Its kind of like Kung Fu' Panda, but kinda not." )
Our "before bed" chats are something that I enjoy and look forward to. Its "our" time. Lijie decided he wanted a story , so I read him "Love you Forever" by Robert Munsch. He snuggled up close and listened intently to the story , that he has heard me read to him dozens of times.
Tonight for some reason...the story meant something different to me. Maybe its because all of sudden his feet are almost as big as mine...or because he only has a handful of inches to go before he is taller than me. But he just seemed very grown up laying in bed next to me.
I finished the story, closed the book and whispered in his ear, "Lijie. Guess What?"
And he said, "What Mom?"
And I said.."I'll love you forever.
I'll like you for always.
As long as Im living..
my baby you'll be."
He smiled. And gave me a greaaaat big squeeze.
I held on to him tight and squished him back..and honestly felt like I might never let go.
A few minutes later he said..
"Mom. Guess what?"
And I said, "What Lijie?"
He sang in my ear..
"I'll love you forever,
and I'll like you for always."
And then he stopped and said..
"But crayons don't melt, do they Mom??"
:)
I feel privileged to have been given this boy.
I am blessed because I am his mom.
And I am very proud...of his heart.
As much as I enjoy and love a night out with a girlfriend, I am always happy to return to my "nest" and be with my "chicklets". ;)
I had a wonderful night out with a girlfriend tonite. We were talking about how important it is when you're a mother, to have trusted girlfriends who just know what its like. Without a word, perhaps just a look or a frustrated *sigh*, they get it. They know instantly what your day has been like and they share in your misery.
I got home late and it was dark and quiet inside. I tiptoed in and locked up and when I turned around Lijie was waiting at the top of the stair to greet me.
"MOM! You're home! I couldn't sleep until you were here. Where have you BEEN?"
I walked him back to his bad and we laid and had a chat together. (He was watching Karate Kid in his room. He said "Its kind of like Kung Fu' Panda, but kinda not." )
Our "before bed" chats are something that I enjoy and look forward to. Its "our" time. Lijie decided he wanted a story , so I read him "Love you Forever" by Robert Munsch. He snuggled up close and listened intently to the story , that he has heard me read to him dozens of times.
Tonight for some reason...the story meant something different to me. Maybe its because all of sudden his feet are almost as big as mine...or because he only has a handful of inches to go before he is taller than me. But he just seemed very grown up laying in bed next to me.
I finished the story, closed the book and whispered in his ear, "Lijie. Guess What?"
And he said, "What Mom?"
And I said.."I'll love you forever.
I'll like you for always.
As long as Im living..
my baby you'll be."
He smiled. And gave me a greaaaat big squeeze.
I held on to him tight and squished him back..and honestly felt like I might never let go.
A few minutes later he said..
"Mom. Guess what?"
And I said, "What Lijie?"
He sang in my ear..
"I'll love you forever,
and I'll like you for always."
And then he stopped and said..
"But crayons don't melt, do they Mom??"
:)
I feel privileged to have been given this boy.
I am blessed because I am his mom.
And I am very proud...of his heart.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Shopping when you're a fat chick!
Last night I decided I would tour the mall. I wandered around with my coffee trying to "unwind" from the day and I happened upon "American Eagle".
{SIDE NOTE}
~Now, back in the day (when my thighs didn't resemble stumps) *I* fancied myself an AE shopper! I had no boob's, (before I had Lijie.. I never went above a B cup) and I even had a waist!! And it was a tiny one!!
I walked into the store and was immediately hit with waves of nostalgia and the "smell" of urban preppyness! Young cashiers flitted to and fro and everyone (even the damn mannequins) were put together "just so". As I walked around looking for clothes for my nephew (who has caviar taste..and knows it!!) I realized that not one of those young, preppy looking customer service specialist's had said "hello, how are you? can I help you with anything?" and usually Im fine with that, (I hate walking into a store and being swarmed by sales ladies like seagulls on a french fry..) but for some reason that night it was really making me mad.
(Im pretty sure its because I was in a "fat" mood.)
I sauntered over to the "panty" table because a pair of polka dot undies caught my eye. As I was flipping through them (and YES, I was looking for a size LARGE ASS)
I realised that there were only sizes XS, S and M. Perhaps they had sold out of large? I moved on to another pair, same THING. XS, S and M. It was then, that I realized all the L and XL undies were stored underneath the panty table..in a drawer. Apparently...they don't want the parachute sizes out where people can SEE them. (They also had a sign in the middle of the table stating that sizes xxl-through xxxxxxxxxl could be purchased on their website. *pfft*) Feeling a little righteously indignant I stomped away thinking.."See if Im going to buy any of your underwear NOW!!".
Perhaps because of the panty debacle, I was becoming more and more angry at the sales people for ignoring me. The tiny tweener with her perfect coif, tiny ass and put together "layered" outfit. The Asian boy with the faux hawk and square toed, white, patent leather shoes. I feel like yelling, "HEY! I might be FAT..but I CAN BE FASHION FORWARD TO YAH KNOW!!" As Im huffing around the store, I catch sight of myself in a full length mirror. (My personal nemesis.) EH GADS!! I am unsightly!!!
My big purple maternity sweater..(yes I said maternity. I STILL WEAR IT! It accommodates my large boobies and my gut..) ..whats THAT on the shoulder?? A gob of baby barf? I squint closer in the mirror..no..thats definitely pureed sweet potatoes. I turn to the side..and notice that my nursing bra is giving me "fat wings" and a roll of "back fat". How lovely...I SHOULD have worn my fat cincher!! (And yes, I have one of those to. I can't breathe when I wear it..but certain outfits/occasions call for it...and somethings are worth near passing out for.)
No wondering Im being ignored. I look like a short, stout Barney!!!!
Feeling suddenly self conscious, I stomp out of the store and resist the urge to kick over a mannequin that is probably a size ..nothing. I am decidedly in a "fat mood" and committing self esteem suicide by being in the mall. I must leave now!!
On my way out, I started to make myself madder by pondering something else.. Why do all the "Big Gal" clothes have such...insulting names?
"Above Average."
"Plus Sizes"
"Image Sizes"
Above average my ass.
You know what they call the MENS fat section?
They call it the "Tall" fit. TALL. Why is he TALL and Im "Above Average?????"
I think this is why I have an extensive "purse" collection. It doesn't matter how fat you are...a purse doesn't have to "fit".
One day I will concur this and not feel the need to walk around with a bag over my head. (or a fat cincher over my waist.) I will stop looking at my fat wings and my muffin tops. However , at the present time..my main goal/focus has been to survive the day intact. And for now..I guess that has to be enough.
{SIDE NOTE}
~Now, back in the day (when my thighs didn't resemble stumps) *I* fancied myself an AE shopper! I had no boob's, (before I had Lijie.. I never went above a B cup) and I even had a waist!! And it was a tiny one!!
I walked into the store and was immediately hit with waves of nostalgia and the "smell" of urban preppyness! Young cashiers flitted to and fro and everyone (even the damn mannequins) were put together "just so". As I walked around looking for clothes for my nephew (who has caviar taste..and knows it!!) I realized that not one of those young, preppy looking customer service specialist's had said "hello, how are you? can I help you with anything?" and usually Im fine with that, (I hate walking into a store and being swarmed by sales ladies like seagulls on a french fry..) but for some reason that night it was really making me mad.
(Im pretty sure its because I was in a "fat" mood.)
I sauntered over to the "panty" table because a pair of polka dot undies caught my eye. As I was flipping through them (and YES, I was looking for a size LARGE ASS)
I realised that there were only sizes XS, S and M. Perhaps they had sold out of large? I moved on to another pair, same THING. XS, S and M. It was then, that I realized all the L and XL undies were stored underneath the panty table..in a drawer. Apparently...they don't want the parachute sizes out where people can SEE them. (They also had a sign in the middle of the table stating that sizes xxl-through xxxxxxxxxl could be purchased on their website. *pfft*) Feeling a little righteously indignant I stomped away thinking.."See if Im going to buy any of your underwear NOW!!".
Perhaps because of the panty debacle, I was becoming more and more angry at the sales people for ignoring me. The tiny tweener with her perfect coif, tiny ass and put together "layered" outfit. The Asian boy with the faux hawk and square toed, white, patent leather shoes. I feel like yelling, "HEY! I might be FAT..but I CAN BE FASHION FORWARD TO YAH KNOW!!" As Im huffing around the store, I catch sight of myself in a full length mirror. (My personal nemesis.) EH GADS!! I am unsightly!!!
My big purple maternity sweater..(yes I said maternity. I STILL WEAR IT! It accommodates my large boobies and my gut..) ..whats THAT on the shoulder?? A gob of baby barf? I squint closer in the mirror..no..thats definitely pureed sweet potatoes. I turn to the side..and notice that my nursing bra is giving me "fat wings" and a roll of "back fat". How lovely...I SHOULD have worn my fat cincher!! (And yes, I have one of those to. I can't breathe when I wear it..but certain outfits/occasions call for it...and somethings are worth near passing out for.)
No wondering Im being ignored. I look like a short, stout Barney!!!!
Feeling suddenly self conscious, I stomp out of the store and resist the urge to kick over a mannequin that is probably a size ..nothing. I am decidedly in a "fat mood" and committing self esteem suicide by being in the mall. I must leave now!!
On my way out, I started to make myself madder by pondering something else.. Why do all the "Big Gal" clothes have such...insulting names?
"Above Average."
"Plus Sizes"
"Image Sizes"
Above average my ass.
You know what they call the MENS fat section?
They call it the "Tall" fit. TALL. Why is he TALL and Im "Above Average?????"
I think this is why I have an extensive "purse" collection. It doesn't matter how fat you are...a purse doesn't have to "fit".
One day I will concur this and not feel the need to walk around with a bag over my head. (or a fat cincher over my waist.) I will stop looking at my fat wings and my muffin tops. However , at the present time..my main goal/focus has been to survive the day intact. And for now..I guess that has to be enough.
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