Monday, November 19, 2012

What goes in must....ew.

I have crossed that parenting test that I was hoping to avoid.  When I had babies in the house, I was acutely aware of small items for them to swallow.  I didn't know I would have to monitor my 4 year old as closely.

I was trying to get the girls to take a nap yesterday.  After skipping one all together on Saturday, they were desperate for one on Sunday.  Ok, maybe I was desperate for them to take one, which is probably more likely.  I put Kendall in my bed, to separate them hoping that it'd help with them falling asleep without the distraction of the other.  Have I mentioned how much I'm counting down the days until we move and they have their own room?!?

On her 12,789th trip out of my room to tell me something, Kendall came back out with a penny.  Where she found a penny, I don't know.  She was insistent on putting it in her piggy bank, which of course was right next to Sydney's crib in her room.  I told her not now, and after another struggle, got her back to bed.  No more than 10 minutes later, I hear a little voice, " I have to tell you somethin' again."

::Sigh::  "What now, Kendall? You need to get to bed!"

"Mom? The penny feels funny in my throat."

Surely I heard that wrong, right?  She couldn't put it in her piggy bank, so she decides to....swallow it?

Sure enough, she ate the damn penny.  Upon questioning, she tells me it was like a little pie.

No more Thanksgiving prep and talking about pies in our house I guess.

After a call to the clinic, I am now on doody duty.  I tried informing Eric that they said the father is typically the one that has better luck examining the uh....sample.  He didn't go for it.  If we don't find said penny in the next few days, we have to bring her in for an x-ray.

I tried telling Kendall last night that she has to do her business on the potty chair, instead of the toilet, so I can look to find the penny.  That of course, led to a discussion that when you eat something it comes back out.  I am now paranoid with how her brain is working and fully expect her to start swallowing stuff to see if the theory holds true.

The moral of the story is, this is further proof that a penny is a worthless piece of metal that should be done away with.  Grrrrrr.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Being Thankful and Prayers for Reese

Last year I did a 30 day of Thankful series on the blog.  It's almost 10:30pm, and I just realized that today is November.  Hey, it's been one of those days.  Give a girl a break.

Today I am extremely grateful for my family's health.  We've had some very scary days the last 6 years, both starting with brain tumors.  When you get that news, it knocks the wind right out of you.  Your whole world turns upside down, and you want to just rewind and go back to when things were easy.

We have been beyond blessed to have seen miracles happen.  As life starts to get a little more back to normal, it's easy to fall back into your every day routines and not realize how damn good things are again.

Today I found out that the father of a friend of mine was diagnosed with the same cancer that my dad had.  He is being treated at the same hospital, and is prepping for a stem cell treatment, very similar to what my dad did.  It's amazing how you can instantly be back in that room when you got the news.  I remember what I was wearing.  I remember where I was sitting.  More than anything, I remember what I was feeling.

When I got pregnant with Sydney, I stumbled upon message boards on The Bump, a pregnancy/parenting board.  From there, I moved to a smaller, private board.  Over the last 2+ years, I have gotten to know so many wonderful mothers from all over the country.  You share in each others triumphs and in each others pits.  Today we heard of a big pit.

Last night, the adorable, spunky 2 year old of one of the mothers was brought to the ER and found to have a brain tumor.  News like that quickly slaps you back into reality of how much of a blessing your children's health is.  That news is something that no mother should have to hear.  Tomorrow morning, sweet Reese will be having surgery to remove the fluid in her brain and some of the tumor.  Please keep this baby in your prayers, as well as the rest of her family.

Kendall's Birthday Part II

Saturday was the big day.  Miss Kendall's Princess Party!!  After debating on her theme for weeks, and going back and forth, she finally settled on princess.  
There was pink.  There was bling.  There were tiaras.  

My sister in law made those adorable crown cookies.  I had the same cookie cutter as she did, and thought I'd be clever.  I made pink crown rice krispie treats.  Except, I squeezed the food coloring too hard and they turned into this weird red color.  I instantly thought it looked like raw hamburger, but thought maybe nobody would notice.  Sure enough, Eric walks in the kitchen and wonders what the hamburger is for.  Yep.  Definitely need to outsource the cooking and baking in the future.  I was smart enough to do that with the cake.

Isn't the cake adorable?!?
We had the party at this bounce house at a local petting zoo.  Kendall insisted on at least wearing a skirt to the bounce house so that everyone would know she was a princess.  She also insisted that some hair is in a pony, and some is down and curled.  With some curls by her face, as a matter of fact.  When I'm back here in 10 years and whining at how much time she's in the bathroom getting ready, I can look back and know it started young.
Up next it was time for cake and gifts!
She got a cute tool set from my friend to help build our new house.  She and Sydney both were fighting over that this week.  There were also tons of princesses and other fun toys.  She is one very lucky girl.  A big hit of the night was a card of a castle that folded out.  Seriously, this is why we don't spend much money on her gifts (aka Soupy, who I've still managed to keep alive and well, thankyouverymuch)
And here is Kendall with her BFF Blake.  I heard, "Hey Blake, let's hold hands when we walk!" These two kill me with cuteness.  I'm restraining myself from starting to plan their wedding....barely.

The party was a success and Kendall loved it.  The next morning, when the gifts and stuff hadn't even been put away yet she said, "Mom, I'm almost five now.  We should start planning my next party."  Oh boy.