Sunday, September 19, 2010

From the peanut gallery....

Doug has taken the girls for a quick trip to Lowe's. The girls are excited because they have all their Halloween decor out. So of course, they stop to touch EVERYTHING and check it all out. Afterwards, as they're wandering around the store, they pass by the toilet section where Delaney is mesmerized by all the toilets they have. Later on as they're getting ready to leave, Delaney needs to use the bathroom.

Doug: Let's go look for the bathroom.

Delaney: We don't need to Daddy! Remember all the toilets over there? We can just use one of those.

Hadley is in the playroom playing Ms. Pacman. She's getting better at it but she still has trouble maneuvering around corners and there always seems to be a ghost lurking in the corners waiting to pounce on her. Which is of course what happens. I happen to be sitting at the computer a few feet away checking my email when I hear:

"Ohhhhh! Dammit!"

Did she just say what I think she said?

Me: Hadley, we do NOT use that word. Do you understand?

Hadley: But momma, Blinky killed Ms. Pacman!

Me: I don't care. We do NOT use that word for any reason. Okay?

Hadley: (Sighs and if she knew how, I'm sure an eye roll would have happened too) Yes Momma.

It's amazing how they pick up on the bad words and even know the correct context to use them in.

It's the end of Hadley's gymnastics class. They get to play in the foam pit for the last 5 minutes of every class. Today, they've all banded together to create a huge pyramid with the foam blocks. In the end, they end up throwing them around on the trampoline. Ms. Beth announces that they need to clean up as it's time to go get stamps and go home. Every child is nicely picking up the blocks and putting them away. Every child except mine.

Hadley: Oh man! I don't want to clean up Ms. Beth!

Ms. Beth: Cleaning up is no fun, I know. But you have to.

I think out of the 30 blocks scattered all over the place, Hadley may have picked up one, possibly two. Way to help out Hadley!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Good-bye Paci

Okay, I'm gonna let some of you in on a big, dirty secret of ours. For the last 20 months or so, Hadley has still been using a pacifier at night. What's that? No. I. Don't. Care. It's like this. Hadley is my second child or as I like to put it, my baby. She is our last child. No more little Alexanders. So yes, I let things slide a bit with this girl because I know in my mind I will never have to go through this again. And the pacifier, or paci as we like to call it, was really my fault to begin with.

Delaney was 2-1/2 when Hadley made her debut into the world. Our life as we knew it was over. OVER. I had no idea how hard it would be going from one kid to two. It was MUCH harder the second time around for us. So when I was being summoned by Delaney with screaming Hadley needing to be nursed, a diaper change, a ride in the swing, something, I chose to enforce the paci so I could check on Delaney without the guilt. Insert paci and the world goes quiet. Aaah! So nice.

Fast forward to almost 3-1/2 years later. Last night was the first night she slept without it. I've been telling her for months that the "paci fairy is coming to take your pacis because you're a big girl now and you don't need them anymore. She comes to get them and leaves you a special surprise." The special surprise turned out to be a huge set of Little Pet Shop animals which my girls LOVE. I wasn't sure if it was going to work. Hadley has had a serious love affair with her pacis including always knowing which ones were in her drawer. She knew where they were kept and also knew she was only allowed to have them at night.

Fast forward to this morning. Imagine my surprise that Hadley survived the whole darn night with no pacis! Waaahoooo! I laid her down tonight for bed and she asked me about them. I told her they were all gone because she's a big girl and big girls don't sleep with pacis. She looked at me, smiled and rolled over to snuggle her frog. "Good night momma. I love you. See you in the morning." Sigh. This is why it's so hard sometimes. She is my baby. I just want to wrap her up in my arms and stick that damn paci back in her mouth. But I won't.....

Monday, September 13, 2010


One of the hardest things about being diagnosed with type 1 diabetes is what happens to your vision immediately following the "drama." The drama in my case being my two day "vacation" in ICU. I was so overloaded with information that either I don't remember or else someone failed to mention that your vision will become blurry for either a week, two weeks, a month, or even several months depending on how high your blood sugar was and how long you were walking around oblivious to what was going on inside your body (in which was my case). The first day my vision became blurry was the Saturday following my discharge (about 2 days later). I woke up and realized I couldn't see as well. It was like when you wake up with a film over your eyes only no amount of rubbing my eyes would clear it. It panicked me a little. All the information I was reading applied to giving yourself too much insulin which will also sometimes cause blurry vision. I just didn't know. I ended up going in to work anyway. My co-workers had tried to convince me that I didn't need to come in and that I should stay home and rest. I, being the stubborn human being that I am, scoffed at this. "I'm fine, really." In my mind, I just wanted to go somewhere and have a routine that had nothing to do with being diabetic. An escape if you will. So I went to work. Within 20 minutes of being there, I realized it was too soon. They were all right. Everyone. I didn't need to be there. By now, my vision was a little worse than when I woke up. I couldn't even read the computer screen. I was so frustrated I broke down and just cried. Yes. Right there at work I had a small meltdown which was only the beginning of all the meltdowns I would have over the course of the first few weeks. While I was thankful to be alive, diabetes felt like some mean trick. Not only was I having to alter my entire life, I also couldn't see. For someone who's had perfect vision her whole life, I felt like I was slowly going blind. It was really hard. I left work and went home. I immediately called my PCP and my diabetic counselor from the hospital. Both assured me that blurry vision is normal in the beginning and could last anywhere from a week to several months. My diabetic counselor suggested going to CVS and picking up a cheap pair of glasses to help me until my vision returned. So I did. I got several different pairs with different strengths. I've worn one pair every day for 2-1/2 weeks. Last night was the first night I was able to take them off and read stories to the girls without having any trouble seeing. What a gift! I have a new found respect and compassion for people who have lost their sight or who never had sight at all. Like many things, until you are faced with an obstacle yourself, you never really appreciate what you have until it's gone or in my case, not working very well. While my vision is still not 100%, it's pretty darn close and I could not be more appreciative or happy about it! Prayer is truly a powerful thing and if this situation has taught me nothing else, He truly does listen. And I am very grateful.

Friday, September 10, 2010


Two sleepy girls = nap time! I know my mom will be super ticked off when she sees that I posted these pictures of her for the whole wide Internet to see but I couldn't resist. How cute are they? Even though they fell asleep at 4:00 in the afternoon and were only able to sleep a little while before we shook Hadley awake in fear that she would be up til midnight (at least), not to mention she woke up in the worst mood ever, begging for sleep at 6:30 where I deposited her in a heap in the guest quarters. Still. Cute. Like Doug said, there will come a time when our kids will stop napping on the couch with us...and we will miss it.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Carter & Delaney = Cousins = Rivalry

Delaney is literally hopping out of her skin. We are in route to Nana's house for Labor Day weekend and she cannot wait to see her cousin, Carter. She absolutely LOVES him. What's so ironic is the fact that she worships him all the while they bicker back and forth. A LOT.

Typical Delaney behavior = whining, second cousin syndrome (not quite as fast as older cousin therefore gets completely frustrated when he wins a race, or can do something better or longer), complete diva meltdowns, and last but not least, bossy.

Typical Carter behavior = teasing (completely 100% boy), bossy older cousin who feels that because he's older he should run the show no questions asked, and goofy.

Here are some of the things I caught myself saying throughout the weekend:

"Delaney and Carter, please do NOT climb up the slide. Hadley is trying to come down. Fine. When she comes down and you go flying off, I don't want to hear about it."

"Delaney and Carter, do NOT touch the sap on the trees. It's sticky. If you touch it, it will make your hands sticky. Yes, it's gross."

"Delaney and Carter, if you can't be nice to each other, then we won't visit anymore."

"Delaney and Carter, you need to agree on a movie that you both like. If you can't agree, I'll just shut off the TV altogether. Hadley will watch TV with Nana. No, I won't punish Hadley because the two of you can't agree."

"Delaney and Carter, stop wrestling!!! Because someone is going to get hurt! Fine. You may wrestle but I do NOT want to hear any complaining if one or both of you gets hurt. I mean it Delaney."

"Delaney, I told you NOT to wrestle and you didn't listen. This is what happens when you play too rough. No. More. Wrestling. Okay?"

"Delaney, we have to go now. Honey, why are you crying? I know you love Carter but we have to go. We did spend two days here just like I said we would. Maybe next time Carter can come visit us at our house."