Sunday, January 30, 2011

A big 'ole thank you to Nana...(and Papa)

This weekend has been quiet. This weekend I have not once had to put ringworm cream on either of my girls. This weekend I did not have to cook chicken nuggets one single time. This weekend I did not have to escort Hadley to the bathroom at 3:00 a.m. because she is afraid to go alone. I did not have to pick up any toys. I did not have to bathe either kid. I did have to work. I did vacuum the downstairs. I did manage to make the bed this morning although it stayed unmade all of yesterday. I did have to feed Oli. I did have to give Buddy his Glucosamine and pain medication. I did sneak in a date night with the hubby that included a trip to my favorite Italian restaurant Provinos. I did see a movie that cute hubby picked, The Fighter. I did come home last night and peek inside the girls' rooms to find it completely dark and lacking their cute little sleepy faces.

Yes, the girls have been living it up at Nana & Papa's house this weekend. My mom emailed me the other day asking if the girls could come and spend the weekend at their house. Which thrilled me beyond speech. I had no words! I have been so tired and worn down lately that it made me a little weepy to think that I would get a small reprieve. Even though I still had to work (boo), it was nice to know that when I got off and came home, I had to do absolutely nothing if I chose to. Which for the most part, is exactly what I did. But you know what? I miss those sweet little girls of mine. As chaotic and crazy as our lives can get sometimes, there's no other way I'd rather have it. While it was nice to get a break (and I hope we will get more), I am very much looking forward to hugs and kisses and fighting and story time and cuddling and tantrums. The whole bit. Because I know how blessed we are and it's something I'm thankful for each and every day.

P.S. Thank you so much Mom & Dad! You are truly awesome and we appreciated the break more than you know :)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

In which I became too familiar with Fancy Feast...

I love kittens. Seriously. They are so adorable. I haven't had a kitten in a long time but all the same, I still love them. I love how you can be walking down the hall way and out of freaking no where jumps a little ball of fur to do the sideways-hair-standing-straight-up-shimmy walk. And then...POOF! Gone again. Only to be repeated about 44 times more throughout the day. I love how they curl up in your lap at the end of the day to make biscuits with their little paws until they find that oh so right place to nestle in and take a siesta.

Our little Oli has been no different. Ahem. Aside from the ringworm. Which I am happy to report he is finally free of. So we love him. He's cute. He's wild (are boy kittens much like boy children, wild and seemingly hopped up on something?). He's curious. He's a pest. Rewind back to Monday afternoon. Delaney and Oli are playing in her room. I come in for a few minutes and as I'm standing there I look down to spy near Oli's rear something white and sticking to his bottom.

Me: What's that?

Delaney: I don't know. It looks like a piece of grass.

Upon closer inspection and prodding of said "grass" it turns out to be a worm. That's right. Tapeworm to be more specific.

Me: It's a damn worm! Please go get me a tissue!

Delaney: Ewwwww! Okay, be right back!

Before I can start dry heaving, we dispose of the worm. I'm not surprised. We got him from the shelter. We've already had freaking ringworm. Why not tackle tapeworms on top of that? God evidently thinks I can handle this so why not take it in stride? I call the vet and make an appointment for Oli first thing Tuesday morning.

Tuesday morning after depositing the girls both in their respective spots at school, Oli and I take a trip to the vet's office. The vet confirms that yes he has tapeworms. No it's not a big deal. I'm aghast because our house does not have fleas. Period. We use the hell out of Frontline and I don't even attempt to go cheap on that aspect. I will cut into our grocery budget to make buying Frontline a priority. After preaching this to the vet he quickly assures me that he more than likely has had tapeworms all along and is just now exhibiting symptoms. He will give Oli one pill and that will take care of it. Would I like him to administer said pill? Really? Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course I want him to do it. He's the vet, the animal lover. He can definitely have this pleasure. I've been pumping this little kitty full of oral medication twice a day for the last month. Trust me, it's been no picnic and his teeth seem to be getting sharper and he refuses to swallow which means I end up wearing more of this medicine than I care to.

$80.13 later we leave the vet and go home. We are maybe in the house for a whole two minutes when I hear a noise near the front door. Oli has managed to barf up his entire breakfast. I glare at the little shit and he glares back. It dawns on me that he's probably barfed up the pill as well. I call the vet's office to inform them of our situation.

Vet: Do you see the pill?

Me: Uhhhhhh.....hold on.

And this is where it gets ugly. I had to sift through the Fancy Feast. And sure enough, there's the damn pill pretty much intact.

Me: Yes, the pill has come back up.

Vet: You're going to have to try to get him to swallow it. Again.

Me: Okay.

Vet: Call us back if you can't get it down and we can get you another pill.

After wrestling that little shit to the ground, I manage to cram it down his throat. Three minutes later, I hear another noise. Yes. Again. And yes, the pill is there. Again. Only now it's a fraction of the original form. Obviously, he can't tolerate this pill. After calling the vet again, it's decided that a topical medication is probably the best route for Oli. Can I please bring him back by? Oh sure, no problem.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

That poor third child...

Needless to say, Oliver really likes babies! And I'm thinking I'm so glad Doug had a vasectomy. Not only would the next kid have to survive life with two older sisters, it would obviously have to survive the first few weeks subjected to the cat.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Snow Dance by Lezlie Evans

Pressure's falling
forecast's calling
for a snowstorm late today.

"Find your warm boots
lay out snowsuits
do a snow dance and it may!"

Slowly drifting
downward sifting
falls a single flake of snow.

Snow grows thicker
coming quicker
now the flakes begin to flow.

Sun's rays streaming
white drift gleaming
school is canceled for the day!

Bushes glimmer
sparkle, shimmer
"May we go outside and play?"

"Put warm clothes on
start with long johns
bundle up from head to toe."

"Next come snowsuits
coats and big boots
hats and gloves, then off you go!"

Outside clomping
boot prints stomping
tasting, munching
fresh snow crunching

snow cakes baking
angel making
funny patterns in the snow.

Ice sheets cracking
snowman stacking
snowballs packing
friends attacking

frozen fingers
still we linger
having too much fun to go.

Red sled riding
downhill gliding
slipping, sliding
now colliding!

Rudolph noses
ice cold toeses
as we trudge home through the snow.

Inside filing
wet clothes piling
"Come and thaw out by the fire."

Mittens dripping
cocoa sipping
now we all begin to tire.

Day's now ending
night's descending
yet we're glad we've had the chance...
whirling, twirling
snowflakes swirling...
to be part of the snow dance.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Huge sale going on Crocs...

Today, I got two pairs of the above Croc (Gabby) for the girls for $14.38. That includes shipping & tax. Awesome right?! is having a huge sale right now. Use the following codes to save extra on top of their sale prices:

(1) FABULOUS10 to save an additional 10% off your entire purchase.

(2) novship to receive free economy shipping (please note that it won't show the shipping is free until you get to the final ordering page).

Enjoy! Always feel good to save money :)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Quick takes...

I apologize for lack of blogging lately. So many things happening. Where do I even begin?

1. Ringworm. Gross right? Apparently, Oliver, unbeknownst to me, had ringworm. He had it almost two frigging weeks before it became obvious. Which means that...the whole effing house got it too! Now me and Doug, we got maybe 2 spots. That's it. Hadley, well, she had probably 8-10 spots. And Delaney? She had at least 15-20 spots (I wish I were joking). Of course this was all discovered on Christmas Eve. No visit to Santa this year girls! I'm sure he appreciated this as well because I sure as hell wouldn't want some kid giving me ringworm. Did I have a meltdown you ask? I had a meltdown so big that poor Doug thought I was having some sort of psychotic episode and was contemplating sending me to enjoy my Christmas at the funny farm. I have never been so angry and upset as I was about the ringworm. In the midst of my meltdown, Doug did point out that it was just ringworm and I should be grateful that Oliver is otherwise healthy (in comparison to little Joey). So I quit crying and slathered the whole family with cream. Everyone had to visit their doctor. The girls and Oliver all are currently taking an oral medication for 6-8 weeks. You've never truly enjoyed giving medicine until you have to give it twice a day to your kitten. Oliver spies me coming with the syringe and stops swallowing. I am not joking. He starts drooling profusely. I have to hold him down with both legs and pry open his mouth all the while holding his head in a headlock position so when I insert the medicine he can't spit it all over himself and me. Good times I tell you. Good times.

2. About 4 weeks ago, I became a brunette. Again. So I was born a blond which I remained for a good portion of my life until I was in high school. I noticed by the time I graduated that it was mostly brunette with a few random blond highlights. So I started getting highlights courtesy of my hair stylist. With all the new medication costs we're now paying and in an effort to pay off debt, I decided to stop getting my hair highlighted. But I really wanted to stay blond. So I figured, why not try to do it myself? Which probably would have been okay if I had picked the right shade. Which I didn't. So I ended up with orange hair. No shit. So I have retired from my hair coloring days and am content to be a brunette until I can afford to go back to having it professionally highlighted.

3. Every year after Christmas I get the winter blues. I hate winter. A lot. I only like it long enough to celebrate Christmas and then I am ready for it to be over with. Except this year. We are currently in countdown mode around here. We are counting down the days until...we leave for Disney World! Oh yeah! I am like a child when you dangle Disney World in front of me! When Doug called to tell me that he officially had booked our condo, I would have pulled over to do cartwheels had I not already been late to pick up Delaney from school. Yeah...I'm that excited! For winter break (which we've never had until this year), we are packing it up and heading south for a week of good 'ole fashion family fun. We are hoping and praying that this trip is better than our last trip in which Hadley had to be hospitalized for a night due to strider. Hadley and I also missed our princess lunch in Cinderella's castle. No worries though. Doug has booked us another one in hopes that we all will be able to attend. Now the task of the girls deciding which dress they will wear...

So these are a few things going on in our house? What's going on in yours?

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year!

What better way to celebrate the impending New Year? Oh yeah...roller skating! As if ice skating with Delaney the other day wasn't torture enough, the four of us headed over to Sparkles to see how many more bruises we could acquire. And acquire did we ever! Although it must be said that I am infinitely better at roller skating than I am at ice skating. Much to my surprise, most things in a roller skating rink have not changed much since the 7th grade when I last skated. Still the fancy roller skates. Still the bad neon lighting. Still that one guy who can roller skate like a mofo and you find yourself out there trying your damnedest to play it cool like you do this every 'ole weekend and mimic him. Still find that you can't mimic this guy and retire your hiney to the bench on the sidelines where you stroll down memory lane and remember when you were that bad ass skater girl. Now you're just getting passed by 7 year olds who are wearing their Rollerblades. And you don't even want to get me started on how awful I am at rollerblading...