Tori watches this show called Olivia (originally a book series) and she has many "rules of life". Here are some of my favorites:
3. If you have to sit next to a little brother eating spaghetti you'd better wear a rain coat.
4. If you really want to hide your baby brother, change his diaper first.
5. Not everyone looks good in red, especially when you're pink.
15. If your little brother eats like a wild animal, it doesn't mean he is.
21. Little brothers don't know anything about being a mommy.
24. If you have a pet that never ever ever moves, watch out cuz one day he will.
28. I know this is hard to believe, but more of something isn't always better.
31. Most people think animals don't talk, but they do. They just talk very quietly.
34. Sometimes your lucky tights are luckier than you thought.
38. Just because a dog looks cute in a nurses hat doesn't mean he's a very good nurse.
41. What's the point to take kids to work if they can't help.
42. If it weren't for mothers, little brothers would be very stinky.
44. Sometimes children know better than their parent, but we never tell them.
47. Walking up things is harder than walking down them, but the view is beautiful.
47. School glue has many uses.
52. If your mom is having a baby and she asks you whether you want a brother or a sister, that does not mean you're really going to get the kind you ask for.
55. If your teacher says no to a sea lion or an elephant, a tiger is probably out of the question.
68. If you build a really big solar system, make sure you have a really big bedroom door.
88. If you wake your baby brother from a nap, he will be sad and your mother will be upset too.
100. Red is the very best color for absolutely positively everything.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Just another manic Monday
I feel like I complain about my days a lot on here, but at the same time, I know that all my stories make you appreciate your "normal" lives that much more. Or, make your reminice about when your children were young. So, once again, I'm writing this blog in an attempt to make you all smile.
My day started off alright, and went down hill from there. I was up until about 1:30AM chatting with my husband (yay for 12 hour time differences!), and was really hoping Tori would sleep in since she hasn't been sleeping well due to some bad coughing (she's on steroids, more to come on that). Well, my wish came true. I cannot say the same for my dog. She woke me up at about 8, which I understand is still plenty of sleep, but, I don't want to be woken unless I really have to be up. Anyway, my dog is whining, staring at me, and pawing at the bed. So, I get out of bed, quietly, and Ozzie races to the sliding glass door and NEEDS to go to the bathroom. So, I let her out, and thought nothing of it. I should have.
Anyway, I was up, so I made myself some breaskfast, checked my email, made Tori a doctors appointment for later on, fed the dog, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on make-up, and put of my outfit for the day. During all of this, Tori was STILL asleep. I really would have liked to have slept another 30 minutes. Anyway, she finally woke up around 8:30, so we got her out of her pajamas and she picked out some chex cereal for breakfast. We headed out the door around 9, leaving Ozzie in her kennel.
We got to the tax center (dealt with the very unhappy old woman who talks down to everyone to sign up), waited about an hour and a half when finally our name was called up. About 15 minutes into the tax thing, I realized Tori's doctor's appointment was in 5 minutes. So, I left my taxes with the guy and rushed out the door. Got to Tori's appointment about 5 minutes late, and the doctor told me after listening to her breathing he doesn't think it's something too serious, but her throat is swollen, causing labored breathing, her lack of appetite, and put her on steroids. Not exactly something you want to hear. I was hoping she just had a bad cold. So, if she's not better by Wednesday AM, I have to make another appointment and have her taken in for a chest xray to make sure she does have something more serious like anmonia. I then stand in a SUPER long line to activate her perscription (at which a silver bird colonel comes up and asks me how everything is going and how we can fix the clinic! VERY COOL!), and find out it's at least a 30 minute wait. So, I rush back over the the tax center to sign the final paper work and see if there is anything else I need to get done. Finished that, and then headed back to the clinic to wait the next 10 minutes for the perscription to get filled. And by this point, it's only noon! I dropped off some size small maternity pants for a friend, said hello to everyone in John's office, left the office, washed the car, then picked up size medium and large maternity pants from another friend who had her baby 2 months ago. Finally, it's time to come home and relax!
I walk in the door, put down Tori and all our stuff, and head to the back room to let out Ozzie. Before I even get to the hallway, I smell this terrible, terrible, stench. I automatically know Ozzie has pooped in her kennel. When I round the corner, I see that not only has she pooped all over her kennel (think runny poop EXPLOSION) but it has also made it outside of the kennel through the gated door. OMG. Let me just say, I would rather change poopy diapers all day long before I have to pick up dog poop. It makes me want to barf. And it almost did this time. I let Ozzie out of her kennel, she RUNS to the door (leaving poop paw prints...) and whines at the door again. I let her out and she continues pooping for the next 5 minutes while I try to figure out what I am going to do about her kennel.
I put Tori down for a nap, and call my "deployment husband" to see if I can convince him to come over and help me if I cook him dinner since his wife has school late on Mondays. He agrees, THANK GOD, but can't make it until after 5:30 sometime. I start lighting every scented candle in my house, and bravely move the [HUGE] kennel through the house and out into the garage. At this point, I am so exhausted, I put off the house work I was going to accomplish, and pass out on the couch. I wake up at 5 and freak out because my house is still trashed (at least it smells like vanilla by now!) and I haven't even started thinking about dinner.
Anyway, I cook dinner, Daniel comes over to clean the kennel, Tori is coughing a ton and hardly eats her dinner, Daniel leaves with a to-go box for his wife, and I put Tori in the bath. Finally, the day is starting to calm down and I feel like I may actually survive the day when I look at Tori, and... she has pooped in the tub.
My day started off alright, and went down hill from there. I was up until about 1:30AM chatting with my husband (yay for 12 hour time differences!), and was really hoping Tori would sleep in since she hasn't been sleeping well due to some bad coughing (she's on steroids, more to come on that). Well, my wish came true. I cannot say the same for my dog. She woke me up at about 8, which I understand is still plenty of sleep, but, I don't want to be woken unless I really have to be up. Anyway, my dog is whining, staring at me, and pawing at the bed. So, I get out of bed, quietly, and Ozzie races to the sliding glass door and NEEDS to go to the bathroom. So, I let her out, and thought nothing of it. I should have.
Anyway, I was up, so I made myself some breaskfast, checked my email, made Tori a doctors appointment for later on, fed the dog, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on make-up, and put of my outfit for the day. During all of this, Tori was STILL asleep. I really would have liked to have slept another 30 minutes. Anyway, she finally woke up around 8:30, so we got her out of her pajamas and she picked out some chex cereal for breakfast. We headed out the door around 9, leaving Ozzie in her kennel.
We got to the tax center (dealt with the very unhappy old woman who talks down to everyone to sign up), waited about an hour and a half when finally our name was called up. About 15 minutes into the tax thing, I realized Tori's doctor's appointment was in 5 minutes. So, I left my taxes with the guy and rushed out the door. Got to Tori's appointment about 5 minutes late, and the doctor told me after listening to her breathing he doesn't think it's something too serious, but her throat is swollen, causing labored breathing, her lack of appetite, and put her on steroids. Not exactly something you want to hear. I was hoping she just had a bad cold. So, if she's not better by Wednesday AM, I have to make another appointment and have her taken in for a chest xray to make sure she does have something more serious like anmonia. I then stand in a SUPER long line to activate her perscription (at which a silver bird colonel comes up and asks me how everything is going and how we can fix the clinic! VERY COOL!), and find out it's at least a 30 minute wait. So, I rush back over the the tax center to sign the final paper work and see if there is anything else I need to get done. Finished that, and then headed back to the clinic to wait the next 10 minutes for the perscription to get filled. And by this point, it's only noon! I dropped off some size small maternity pants for a friend, said hello to everyone in John's office, left the office, washed the car, then picked up size medium and large maternity pants from another friend who had her baby 2 months ago. Finally, it's time to come home and relax!
I walk in the door, put down Tori and all our stuff, and head to the back room to let out Ozzie. Before I even get to the hallway, I smell this terrible, terrible, stench. I automatically know Ozzie has pooped in her kennel. When I round the corner, I see that not only has she pooped all over her kennel (think runny poop EXPLOSION) but it has also made it outside of the kennel through the gated door. OMG. Let me just say, I would rather change poopy diapers all day long before I have to pick up dog poop. It makes me want to barf. And it almost did this time. I let Ozzie out of her kennel, she RUNS to the door (leaving poop paw prints...) and whines at the door again. I let her out and she continues pooping for the next 5 minutes while I try to figure out what I am going to do about her kennel.
I put Tori down for a nap, and call my "deployment husband" to see if I can convince him to come over and help me if I cook him dinner since his wife has school late on Mondays. He agrees, THANK GOD, but can't make it until after 5:30 sometime. I start lighting every scented candle in my house, and bravely move the [HUGE] kennel through the house and out into the garage. At this point, I am so exhausted, I put off the house work I was going to accomplish, and pass out on the couch. I wake up at 5 and freak out because my house is still trashed (at least it smells like vanilla by now!) and I haven't even started thinking about dinner.
Anyway, I cook dinner, Daniel comes over to clean the kennel, Tori is coughing a ton and hardly eats her dinner, Daniel leaves with a to-go box for his wife, and I put Tori in the bath. Finally, the day is starting to calm down and I feel like I may actually survive the day when I look at Tori, and... she has pooped in the tub.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Joys of Parenting
Today has just been one of those days where Victoria will just look at me, run the opposite direction and do exactly the opposite of what I ask. Usually she's not so openly defiant, especially after a time out or two, but today has been the exception.
Like most people, I had to get out of my pajama's and into appropriate attire for public. While quickly tugging on some jeans and throwing on a thermal, I realized my daughter was no longer in the room. I run out pulling my hoodie over my head and find her in the bathroom (which was closed, her new trick is opening doors I guess) eating toothpaste. Yes, the adult toothpaste with flouride that should not be swallowed. needless to say I freaked out, made her spit out as much as she can (which was close to none), and took it away, all in a matter of seconds. I don't think I've ever been so frantic.
Later on, I was checking my email while Victoria was innocently playing with the dog and coloring. I know what you're thinking, but, to my surprise as well, the dog was not any new colors. Instead, I discovered Tori had reached the playdo and had somehow managed to smash a good tablespoon of it into her hair. Of course, she was all dressed, and we had to leave the house within the next 5-10 minutes. So, once again, I am frantically running about trying to find a very fine tooth comb and her detangling spray so I can attempt to comb out the mess.
Once we got back home from our mid-morning adventures, I attempted to put her down for a nap. Of course, she didn't want one, so, I let her run around and play while I made lunch for the two of us. I come out of the kitchen to find she has found a bowl full of candies and was trying to open each and every once of them. Luckily, none were opened, but she was not happy when I took them away. This resulted in a time out.
The remainder of the day resulted in a lot of whining and a couple more time outs. Then this evening while making some ravioli's, my mother called the hospital where my Grandma Carol is "vacationing". After being transfered around to numerous non-English speaking people, the head nurse told my mom that my Grandma was in emergency surgery. Once the OR realized my grandmother was not in the OR, we were transfered back up to her floor and my mom had to speak with a supervisor. Meanwhile I'm listening to my mom's side of the conversation and watching her facial expressions trying not to freak out because I can hear my mom saying things like "What? She's being operated on?!?" when last we heard my grandmother was recovering and even eating very small meals. Once the mess was cleared up that my grandma was actually fine and on the phone.
Needless to say, I am very ready for bed.
Like most people, I had to get out of my pajama's and into appropriate attire for public. While quickly tugging on some jeans and throwing on a thermal, I realized my daughter was no longer in the room. I run out pulling my hoodie over my head and find her in the bathroom (which was closed, her new trick is opening doors I guess) eating toothpaste. Yes, the adult toothpaste with flouride that should not be swallowed. needless to say I freaked out, made her spit out as much as she can (which was close to none), and took it away, all in a matter of seconds. I don't think I've ever been so frantic.
Later on, I was checking my email while Victoria was innocently playing with the dog and coloring. I know what you're thinking, but, to my surprise as well, the dog was not any new colors. Instead, I discovered Tori had reached the playdo and had somehow managed to smash a good tablespoon of it into her hair. Of course, she was all dressed, and we had to leave the house within the next 5-10 minutes. So, once again, I am frantically running about trying to find a very fine tooth comb and her detangling spray so I can attempt to comb out the mess.
Once we got back home from our mid-morning adventures, I attempted to put her down for a nap. Of course, she didn't want one, so, I let her run around and play while I made lunch for the two of us. I come out of the kitchen to find she has found a bowl full of candies and was trying to open each and every once of them. Luckily, none were opened, but she was not happy when I took them away. This resulted in a time out.
The remainder of the day resulted in a lot of whining and a couple more time outs. Then this evening while making some ravioli's, my mother called the hospital where my Grandma Carol is "vacationing". After being transfered around to numerous non-English speaking people, the head nurse told my mom that my Grandma was in emergency surgery. Once the OR realized my grandmother was not in the OR, we were transfered back up to her floor and my mom had to speak with a supervisor. Meanwhile I'm listening to my mom's side of the conversation and watching her facial expressions trying not to freak out because I can hear my mom saying things like "What? She's being operated on?!?" when last we heard my grandmother was recovering and even eating very small meals. Once the mess was cleared up that my grandma was actually fine and on the phone.
Needless to say, I am very ready for bed.
Monday, February 8, 2010
My "relaxing" weekend
Hello world, I'm alive. And luckily so is everyone else. I have had the most hectic week possible. Thursday my mom went to her doctor’s appointment and told him that she had been having chest pain, nausea, jaw pain, lack of appetite, and exhaustion. Big surprise, he was alarmed and told her to head straight to the ER. So, I get a call after picking up my brother at 3 that she needs me to drive her to the hospital. LUCKILY, her boyfriend had told me she wasn't feeling well the day before, so it wasn't as big of a shock, but still disconcerting. So, I dropped Tori off with a good friend, and headed to the ER. All the tests came back normal, and we were sent home some 5-6 hours later (got to love the ER).
Then, on Friday, my mom and I ran errands together (I was keeping a close eye on her) as well as went to get a stress test done (also, came back totally normal and healthy). We got all the shopping done for my baby shower which was on Saturday, and even drove over the hill (AKA Hwy 17) to visit with some family and have dinner with them later that night.
Saturday rolls around, and everything is going smoothly until about 1PM (right when the shower starts) when we get a phone call from my aunt and uncle. My grandma rolled her car on HWY 17 (for those of you unfamiliar with it, Google it, it's a hairy drive) while driving to my shower. So, my entire baby shower was my mom and I trying to find out as much information as possible and debating on whether to kick everyone out early and drive over to San Jose or to just wait. We found out that the ER only allows 1 person in at a time, so there was no use in us driving over that night since we wouldn't be able to see her much anyway. So, we went to bed worrying about her and hoping everything would be okay.
Sunday morning comes and we all roll out of bed and get ready to head to the hospital. I was ready earlier than everyone else, and ended up leaving before since I had to drop Tori off at my aunt and uncle's house anyway. When I got to the hospital my mom was already there which makes me wonder how fast she was driving, and if my grandma rolling her car wasn't enough of a lesson. I look at my grandma, and she looks a lot better than I expected. I mean, she was in a lot of pain, but she had color to her face, and besides a lot of bruising and abrasions on her forearms, and a bruise from the seatbelt across her stomach, she was in pretty good condition, all things considered. It was still hard seeing her in so much pain, especially when I knew she was on morphine already. But, I'm just glad she's okay and will survive this.
Moral of the story, never try to come into town and have a relaxing visit with family. We've decided that since I'm pregnant and getting more attention, my mom had to draw the attention to her by faking a heart attack (the tests didn't show anything), and then when my mom had all the attention on her, my grandma had to one-up her to make sure she had all the attention. Basically, the women in my family are attention hogs, and will go to extreme lengths to achieve it. Luckily, I'm okay with just being pregnant, so, don't worry, I will not be jumping off any bridges, or playing in traffic.
Then, on Friday, my mom and I ran errands together (I was keeping a close eye on her) as well as went to get a stress test done (also, came back totally normal and healthy). We got all the shopping done for my baby shower which was on Saturday, and even drove over the hill (AKA Hwy 17) to visit with some family and have dinner with them later that night.
Saturday rolls around, and everything is going smoothly until about 1PM (right when the shower starts) when we get a phone call from my aunt and uncle. My grandma rolled her car on HWY 17 (for those of you unfamiliar with it, Google it, it's a hairy drive) while driving to my shower. So, my entire baby shower was my mom and I trying to find out as much information as possible and debating on whether to kick everyone out early and drive over to San Jose or to just wait. We found out that the ER only allows 1 person in at a time, so there was no use in us driving over that night since we wouldn't be able to see her much anyway. So, we went to bed worrying about her and hoping everything would be okay.
Sunday morning comes and we all roll out of bed and get ready to head to the hospital. I was ready earlier than everyone else, and ended up leaving before since I had to drop Tori off at my aunt and uncle's house anyway. When I got to the hospital my mom was already there which makes me wonder how fast she was driving, and if my grandma rolling her car wasn't enough of a lesson. I look at my grandma, and she looks a lot better than I expected. I mean, she was in a lot of pain, but she had color to her face, and besides a lot of bruising and abrasions on her forearms, and a bruise from the seatbelt across her stomach, she was in pretty good condition, all things considered. It was still hard seeing her in so much pain, especially when I knew she was on morphine already. But, I'm just glad she's okay and will survive this.
Moral of the story, never try to come into town and have a relaxing visit with family. We've decided that since I'm pregnant and getting more attention, my mom had to draw the attention to her by faking a heart attack (the tests didn't show anything), and then when my mom had all the attention on her, my grandma had to one-up her to make sure she had all the attention. Basically, the women in my family are attention hogs, and will go to extreme lengths to achieve it. Luckily, I'm okay with just being pregnant, so, don't worry, I will not be jumping off any bridges, or playing in traffic.
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