Cold Snap

Sunday afternoon, I went to a cook out wearing capri pants and flip flops.

By Monday morning it was 30 degrees, snowing, and I had a cold.

I think the weather and my health are coincidental, but it just made for a lovely (read: shitty) beginning to the week.

For two days I wobbled between the couch and my bed, clutching my pillow and throat spray like life preservers.

Finally I am feeling better, but I have little energy. Today is a full day, with gym class, pottery class, grocery, violin practice, library, photo pick up, and dog training.

Plus I have to finish my city taxes which is always leads to heart palpations and a cold sweat.

Up next: Camping with 6-9 year olds. What every mom needs to know before braving the wild!

Who are you and what have you done with me?

I suggested to my husband that we purchase a Wii.

Whaaaaa?

That is so totally not like me.

Needless to say, I'm laying here on the couch watching my family set up their "mii's".

What the horkin-hayballs got into me?

*Updated to add that my husband is jokingly saying that he now needs to ice his shoulder because he hurt himself playing baseball on the Wii.

Weak

My husband pulled our daughter's tooth tonight.

And I passed out.

Well, not completely out. Just couldn't hear, my vision went black, knees were weak and I nearly puked.

I really don't know why it happens. I was blaming it on my pregnancy since the first two times this happened, I was early in the pregnancy.

The first time it happened was when she split her lip and her chin on the window sill. The second time occurred with the pulling of the first baby tooth. And now this.

My guess is that I am a serious weakling when it comes to my children bleeding.

This is ridiculous. What if something happens to one of them while my husband is at work? I can just see it, my daughter will have to call 911 for me because I passed out and hit my head.

I'm so weak.

I think I need to do some mind strengthening just in case.

Some how, miraculously, my body (with the help of this fine medication), did it's job.

And today, I've stopped bleeding. Is it possible? It's been 19 days. I was fairly certain it would never end.

Now I can go back to worrying about important things, like the 72 loads of laundry in my basement. Or the dirty dishes from last week. Oh, and the bills that were due yesterday.

(*Really there's about 11 loads of laundry, dishes from Sunday, and the bills aren't due until today. I'm not THAT much of a slacker ;)

Perhaps I'll even do some school work today with my kids. Right now they are running around the house (narrowly avoiding the dust bunnies and dirty laundry), still in their jammies (yes, it's after 12), yelling "Friends forever never transform!" and blowing a train whistle.

That's educational right?

I had an experience this morning that has left me heartbroken and near tears most of the day.

My little guy was trying to play with some little girls, and one of them was so mean to him. Being that he has trouble with social cues, he had no idea that she was making fun of him and treating him poorly.

I tried to distract him and suggested that we go for a walk, or get a drink of water, but he kept saying that he was having fun playing with the little girls.

I hate, hate, hate seeing my children hurt. However, seeing him being hurt and him NOT knowing was absolutely devastating to me.

I was able to keep from crying while there, but later I broke down in tears.

He wasn't hurt. I was. What can I do to protect my baby from these things? He's going to be homeschooled, so I know he will be in a safe, loving environment for his education. But what about the rest of it? What about sending him to classes, sports, birthday parties?

It is likely that this has something to do with hormones. I'll probably laugh at myself in the morning. But for now, I think I'm going to go cuddle up next to my little man and cry a few silent tears for his innocence.

Where The Girls Live

Tonight at bed time, my son began to giggle. I asked him what was so funny and he replied that he was thinking about "all the girls that he'll be kissing!"

Apparently, after further questioning, I found that these girls live in "Girl Town" and they like him.

Oh My.

And in other news, my hCG level is steadily dropping. Finally. There was some concern that it was staying too level and that I wasn't going to be able to complete the miscarriage at home.

I have absolutely no desire to have a D&C. (Not that anyone wants to!!) But I've been out of commission long enough!

Oh, and my house has been over run by Girl Scout cookies. Pictures will follow soon.

I did ok until the doctor came into the room to tell me there wasn't anything I could have done to prevent it. He was so kind and understanding. Offered me drugs for the pain and such.

"It" was supposed to be the punctuation to our family. The exclamation point.

Now I just have a big question mark and a whole lot of tears.

I lost my baby.

I started a whiny, bitchy post, but realized that it didn't really make me feel any better. So I deleted it.

It's Monday, which means it's me and the kiddos all day and half the night while my beloved is off at work and then at class. The good news is he will bring me home some fattening, greasy food. So I guess it makes it all worth it.

Today we created the solar system in our hallway. Now my daughter is creating a puppet show, complete with a script that she is having me type up, that she will present to her daddy in a couple of days. Once she finishes the script, I'll post a couple of the good lines here because she always comes up with the greatest stuff.

I took some pictures of the planets, but they turned out rather badly. It is very cool to look down the hall and see our representations of the Sun, Jupiter, the Asteroid Belt, etc.

Now, I must go rest. The one thing I have noticed about this pregnancy is that it is totally exhausting. I don't remember being this tired the first two times. I slept for 16 hours Sunday. SIXTEEN. That is ridiculous. Even had to miss a Girl Scout event with my daughter because I just couldn't do it. Dang.

I did make cookies with her last night, so hopefully that made up for it! :)

The One Where You Think My House is Full of Pervs

We had quite the windstorm last night. Of course, being in this area, that meant we lost power.

My oldest slept right through it, which is not at all unusual. But my son woke up screaming like he was being attacked by a bunch of mutant, ninja 3-legged tigers.

When I finally stumbled my bubble butt down the hall to his room, he is MIA. Somehow in the 4 hours it took me to get to him, he had decided to stealthy maneuver his way into our room, into our bed.

At this point, it is a lost cause. Removal of this little being from our bed into his own is like trying to remove parasitic worm sacs from a grown man's brain (anyone see Gray's anatomy tonight?).

I got ready for bed in the near darkness and cuddled up with him. My husband came in and cuddled up on the other side.

My husband mentioned that our son could cuddle up with him instead of me, but he refused. And here is the conversation that took place when we prodded as to why he'd rather cuddle with me.

Me: Is it because mommy is softer?

Son: Noooooo. (insert precious giggle here)

Me: Is it because I'm warmer than Daddy?

Son: Noooooo. (insert even bigger giggle here)

Husband: Well, then what is it?

Son: She's sexy!

Insert my husband and I laughing our asses off here.

So yes, one day he's talking about his boy parts and the next he's apparently suffering from an Oedipus Complex.

And now that my very low readership has dropped by half, I bid you a good night!

I Made That

Often, my son freaks out if we happen to see him change or going potty (strange since bath time doesn't bother him and he doesn't seem to mind walking in on us while we are in the bathroom!)

I finally explained (in a very mature and civil manner, to be sure. Not!) that I made his 'stuff' and therefore, I have every right to see it.

Because he is very literal, this seemed to work.

Until tonight when he said to my husband "You can't be in the bathroom with me! I don't want you to see me!"

My husband responded that it was OK for daddy to see him, since he is daddy and was helping him get ready for bed. (We've had the "not-ok touching" talk with both children, but this was more of a "get over it dude! I'm just getting your tooth brush out" sort of thing.)

My son responds "But you didn't make my p3n1s!"

Sunday

I love long lazy days. I love the feeling of looking at the clock and knowing that I still have hours to do whatever I want.

Today I decided to grab my camera and take some pictures of what my family decided to do on their lazy Sunday.

My daughter decided to work on her Artist Trading Cards for this swap.

I try to find unique and exciting things for her to do that she otherwise may not be exposed.


She amazes me with her creativity. I gave her a few paints. She made shades and colors and beauty.

My husband and son spent their lazy day in a completely different, but no less creative and exciting way - Gaming!

My husband plays the games. Usually it's a superhero game or car racing/crashing game. My son doesn't play the video games, but he loves to watch them.
I could honestly see him becoming a video game creator when he grows up. He has amazing ability to recall tips and tricks his daddy has used, even though he himself has never played. Numbers and layouts are his specialty.

As for me, I worked on a tapestry for a little while. Then I played a game on my computer. Then I read a few chapters in a book.

An absolute perfect day.