Writer's Block, still goin' strong!
Some of the things I could have posted about should I have found the right words:
-Saturday we took Krya to a water park. She was much braver then I was climbing to the tippy top of one of the rides all while bouncing around like a wild woman. 70 feet off the ground should really have more cover then an open stairwell with a railing 4 feet high facing the great wide open air. Even though I am super duper petrified of heights I braved two of these kinds of stairwells because 1) my kid has no fears and 2) these were the most adult kind of rides Jer would be able to shoot himself down on this particular visit to the water park. By the time we were waiting for our raft at the tippy top of the second (even taller then the first) tower I had to stoop down because I was 97% sure I was going to vomit from a combination of fear of heights and the fact that some people just don't know how to stand perfectly still so the tower will quit rocking back and forth. Now I want my Mother/Wife of the Year award!
-How many times should one tell their child she must wear panties to church before threatening to leave her at home with the dogs and then pretend to do so? Don't look at me like that, I only took the dogs out to do their business before we left. Can't leave your child at home with the dogs if you leash them up and take them with you. It's not my fault if a 2 year old doesn't comprehend that.
- Jeremy has a cold. Either he's on his death bed or the world is ending, I'm not certain exactly which one it is, yet.
- Kyra has started day 2 of eating strait watermelon. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? I mean, she, herself, has consumed half of a good sized watermelon all on her own. Impressive, no?
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Writer's Block
Seriously, people! I have sat down numerous times and tried to write and nothing worth printing came out. Instead of writing entire posts on non-post-worthy topics, I'll just list them here in short supply just to let you all know I'm still alive.
- Jeremy has been an absolute charm lately. I'm not sure if it was the virtual slap he must have felt via a commenter or because he finally just got a clue all on his own. Either way, he's been lovely and helpful and non jerk'ish and I like it. And him. So yea.
-Kyra is all into matching lately. Her morning routine goes something like this: Wake up, must potty to earn panties. Panties are picked to match her pj's. Breakfast is eaten. T-Shirt is chosen to match her panties, shorts are picked to be the same color as her shirt. Lately she's tried to get away with a green shirt/green shorts combo- neither of the greens are the same. She insists they match, Mommy overrules, Kyra is tricked into picking out a new outfit given the the option to choose green shirt/different shorts or different shirt/green shorts. She thinks she picked her own outfit, she finally matches, we're both happy.
-Friday I forced Kyra and Jeremy to go to the beach. Neither wanted to go, the grumps. They had the best day ever. Krya overcame her screaming, crying, fit pitching fear of playing in the ocean's waves with her Daddy's help. The highlight of the day was after Jeremy made me walk 17 blocks to a Greek restaurant I made him stop and get us ice cream on the way back to the car. Kyra's ice cream dripped down her arm all over Jeremy's head (as he was carrying her on his shoulders). It was a sticky, disgusting mess and I couldn't help but laugh and giggle at his poor state the entire 17 blocks back to the car. Because I'm sweet like that!
-Which one of you coughed in the general direction of the Mason Dixon Line? Kyra has a cold in the middle of JUNE! She's snot nosed/hacking/green booger producing and is still happy as a clam. The fact that she's on and off running a temperature is driving me insane. One minute she's fine, 98.1*. Six hours later she's running 101.3 for half the night. She wakes up back at 98.3. Four hours later she's 100.4*. Up and down, all without the help of Tylenol- because we found out every single bottle of fever reducing medicine we owned expired somewhere between the months of November '07 and March '08. Good times.
But that's it. Those are the most exciting and wonderful things I have to tell you. Wonder now why I've had writer's block?
- Jeremy has been an absolute charm lately. I'm not sure if it was the virtual slap he must have felt via a commenter or because he finally just got a clue all on his own. Either way, he's been lovely and helpful and non jerk'ish and I like it. And him. So yea.
-Kyra is all into matching lately. Her morning routine goes something like this: Wake up, must potty to earn panties. Panties are picked to match her pj's. Breakfast is eaten. T-Shirt is chosen to match her panties, shorts are picked to be the same color as her shirt. Lately she's tried to get away with a green shirt/green shorts combo- neither of the greens are the same. She insists they match, Mommy overrules, Kyra is tricked into picking out a new outfit given the the option to choose green shirt/different shorts or different shirt/green shorts. She thinks she picked her own outfit, she finally matches, we're both happy.
-Friday I forced Kyra and Jeremy to go to the beach. Neither wanted to go, the grumps. They had the best day ever. Krya overcame her screaming, crying, fit pitching fear of playing in the ocean's waves with her Daddy's help. The highlight of the day was after Jeremy made me walk 17 blocks to a Greek restaurant I made him stop and get us ice cream on the way back to the car. Kyra's ice cream dripped down her arm all over Jeremy's head (as he was carrying her on his shoulders). It was a sticky, disgusting mess and I couldn't help but laugh and giggle at his poor state the entire 17 blocks back to the car. Because I'm sweet like that!
-Which one of you coughed in the general direction of the Mason Dixon Line? Kyra has a cold in the middle of JUNE! She's snot nosed/hacking/green booger producing and is still happy as a clam. The fact that she's on and off running a temperature is driving me insane. One minute she's fine, 98.1*. Six hours later she's running 101.3 for half the night. She wakes up back at 98.3. Four hours later she's 100.4*. Up and down, all without the help of Tylenol- because we found out every single bottle of fever reducing medicine we owned expired somewhere between the months of November '07 and March '08. Good times.
But that's it. Those are the most exciting and wonderful things I have to tell you. Wonder now why I've had writer's block?
Sunday, June 08, 2008
How Did You Spend Your Saturday?
Wanna know what you do when the entire Atlantic side of the country in under a massive heatwave?
Nothing. You do absolutely nothing.
Except give your child free reign to watch whatever movie she wants to over and over and over and over and over again. Because that's the only thing you can do with a kid who as adamant about playing outside when the weather is busy setting record high temperatures- 101* on Saturday!
Oh, but we did do something new and exciting during Saturday's heatwave. We took Kyra to see her very first movie in the theaters, Kung Fu Panda. The whole experience was a hit with Kyra. A great, big, giant screen. Surround sound set way to loud. A large Hi-C for her and Jeremy to share. And a bag of pop corn she held on her lap as she double fisted it into her mouth.
After the movie, it was back home. To watch more movies and do more of nothing. Exciting life we lead, huh?
Don't worry. There was more excitement to our day. The Steri-Strips holding Kyra's chin together... came completely off. They weren't supposed to come off until Tuesday. We've been trying to coax them into holding their grip to Kyra's face as they've been slowly peeling and curling away (or, maybe quickly is a better way of looking at it).
The problem is, they "dissolve" when wet. And by dissolve, I mean they loose their glue, and hold, to your skin. And putting dissolving strips on the chin of a 2 year old is not the best idea if you expect them not to be a messy eater, even with the driest of meals.
So, anyway, we were eating dinner last night and noticed there was a pocket forming between her face and the second Band-Aid we applied on the top, under her lip, in desperation to hold the damned things on. In this pocket Kyra started to collect her food. Rice, pieces of asparagus, you get the idea.
After supper I called Kyra over, took a peek, and noticed, Hey! I can see Kyra's wound! Off came the Band-Aid, and the Steri-Strips and this is what I found:
Yep, that's Kyra's war wound. In all its bloody and oozy glory. Though this picture was taken after I cleaned up all of its dried, caked on blood and food particles she had stashed IN THE WOUND!
Then it started seeping blood and oozing clear stuff all over again. (side note: we've noticed that every day we've pulled off and replaced the Band-Aid that it has yet to stop bleeding)
I ordered Jeremy to take a picture and send it to the MIL and asked her to put on her nursing cap and tell me how to close this thing back up. She says it can't be done. The stuff on the edges of the wound? That's where it's already trying to heal itself. Once that starts you can't pinch it back together. All we can do is clean it with peroxide every day to dry it out, Band-Aid it over and wait for it to scab up.
Scab, that's such a yucky word.
That's what we're doing. The bad part of all of this is she's going to have one ugly scar. The Steri-Strips were just going to make it a basic line, now its all big and gaping and eww.
I guess the truly bad part is now we really really really have to keep her face impeccably clean. Don't want an infection to set in. If that happened, then I'd be forced to take more gruesome pictures to show you all.
Oh, but I guess the good part (because when looking on the bad side, might as well find the good) is that all you see open there used to be on the inside of her face... and it used to look like hamburger meat. And although the inside of her face is now on the outside, it no longer resembles hamburger. So that's got to be a good thing, right?
Nothing. You do absolutely nothing.
Except give your child free reign to watch whatever movie she wants to over and over and over and over and over again. Because that's the only thing you can do with a kid who as adamant about playing outside when the weather is busy setting record high temperatures- 101* on Saturday!
Oh, but we did do something new and exciting during Saturday's heatwave. We took Kyra to see her very first movie in the theaters, Kung Fu Panda. The whole experience was a hit with Kyra. A great, big, giant screen. Surround sound set way to loud. A large Hi-C for her and Jeremy to share. And a bag of pop corn she held on her lap as she double fisted it into her mouth.
After the movie, it was back home. To watch more movies and do more of nothing. Exciting life we lead, huh?
Don't worry. There was more excitement to our day. The Steri-Strips holding Kyra's chin together... came completely off. They weren't supposed to come off until Tuesday. We've been trying to coax them into holding their grip to Kyra's face as they've been slowly peeling and curling away (or, maybe quickly is a better way of looking at it).
The problem is, they "dissolve" when wet. And by dissolve, I mean they loose their glue, and hold, to your skin. And putting dissolving strips on the chin of a 2 year old is not the best idea if you expect them not to be a messy eater, even with the driest of meals.
So, anyway, we were eating dinner last night and noticed there was a pocket forming between her face and the second Band-Aid we applied on the top, under her lip, in desperation to hold the damned things on. In this pocket Kyra started to collect her food. Rice, pieces of asparagus, you get the idea.
After supper I called Kyra over, took a peek, and noticed, Hey! I can see Kyra's wound! Off came the Band-Aid, and the Steri-Strips and this is what I found:
Yep, that's Kyra's war wound. In all its bloody and oozy glory. Though this picture was taken after I cleaned up all of its dried, caked on blood and food particles she had stashed IN THE WOUND!
Then it started seeping blood and oozing clear stuff all over again. (side note: we've noticed that every day we've pulled off and replaced the Band-Aid that it has yet to stop bleeding)
I ordered Jeremy to take a picture and send it to the MIL and asked her to put on her nursing cap and tell me how to close this thing back up. She says it can't be done. The stuff on the edges of the wound? That's where it's already trying to heal itself. Once that starts you can't pinch it back together. All we can do is clean it with peroxide every day to dry it out, Band-Aid it over and wait for it to scab up.
Scab, that's such a yucky word.
That's what we're doing. The bad part of all of this is she's going to have one ugly scar. The Steri-Strips were just going to make it a basic line, now its all big and gaping and eww.
I guess the truly bad part is now we really really really have to keep her face impeccably clean. Don't want an infection to set in. If that happened, then I'd be forced to take more gruesome pictures to show you all.
Oh, but I guess the good part (because when looking on the bad side, might as well find the good) is that all you see open there used to be on the inside of her face... and it used to look like hamburger meat. And although the inside of her face is now on the outside, it no longer resembles hamburger. So that's got to be a good thing, right?
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
A Good Day For Stitches
Kyra busted her chin open today pushing her friend on a tricycle. Blood everywhere, screaming and crying, oh, God, what the hell is going on, kind of busting a chin open.
I knew it was bad. I wasn't sure how bad but more then a Band-Aid kind of bad.
The ER doctor described her chin gash as resembling hamburger. Jeremy described her chin as being put through a cheese grater. Either way, it was beyond stitches.
Kyra managed to mangle her chin enough so that there was no way to attach one side of clean skin to the other. Instead she's been Steri Stripped together, folding the hamburger mush on top of itself to pull the two sides back together.
One ER trip later, Kyra has a wonderful, cool new fun thing to run around and show her friends. I, well, I have had enough with the doctor visits this week.
With such an adventurous week so far, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.
I knew it was bad. I wasn't sure how bad but more then a Band-Aid kind of bad.
The ER doctor described her chin gash as resembling hamburger. Jeremy described her chin as being put through a cheese grater. Either way, it was beyond stitches.
Kyra managed to mangle her chin enough so that there was no way to attach one side of clean skin to the other. Instead she's been Steri Stripped together, folding the hamburger mush on top of itself to pull the two sides back together.
One ER trip later, Kyra has a wonderful, cool new fun thing to run around and show her friends. I, well, I have had enough with the doctor visits this week.
With such an adventurous week so far, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
A New Day. A Better Day.
So today was marked with changing Kyra's insurance, then talking with a lady actually who knows her stuff and switched Kyra to a doctor in another, hopefully not retarded, clinic, then told me she'd shred my request to change insurance. Fabulous.
Then when I put Kyra in her car seat, which was sitting next
to her BFF Rachel's car seat who truly enjoys her personal space, Kyra decided to move her hand from her own lap and put it in her Rachel's lap. Rachel started with the "Kyra's touching meeee!" whine, (which, PS, I hate whining and thank God Kyra's not into that kind of thing because I think I might have drowned her in the bathtub long ago when I was all sad and PPD but I'm better now and so it's not quite as dangerous to be miniature and whine around me anymore) so I told Kyra to get her hand back in her car seat and then next time she touches Rachel without being asked I would cut her hand off.
Kyra started crying. Uncontrollably. Usually I can say THAT'S ENOUGH! and she'll sop those tears up right away. But she didn't stop crying. Then I felt guilty.
So I cuddled her head and told her softly that Rachel doesn't want to be touched and she needed to keep her hand in her own car seat or she's going to find trouble (read:a swift kick to the ass a smack on the hand)... And, by the way, did she want to get some bites and then go to the Zoo?! Which totally fixed everything and placed me back upon a pedestal in her eyes.
Once again, life is good.
Then when I put Kyra in her car seat, which was sitting next
to her BFF Rachel's car seat who truly enjoys her personal space, Kyra decided to move her hand from her own lap and put it in her Rachel's lap. Rachel started with the "Kyra's touching meeee!" whine, (which, PS, I hate whining and thank God Kyra's not into that kind of thing because I think I might have drowned her in the bathtub long ago when I was all sad and PPD but I'm better now and so it's not quite as dangerous to be miniature and whine around me anymore) so I told Kyra to get her hand back in her car seat and then next time she touches Rachel without being asked I would cut her hand off.Kyra started crying. Uncontrollably. Usually I can say THAT'S ENOUGH! and she'll sop those tears up right away. But she didn't stop crying. Then I felt guilty.
So I cuddled her head and told her softly that Rachel doesn't want to be touched and she needed to keep her hand in her own car seat or she's going to find trouble (read:
Once again, life is good.
Monday, June 02, 2008
A Bad Day. And Its Only Noon
We've been battling ants in our kitchen for 2 weeks now. And I'm done.
While I've been smashing the little bastards for two weeks, Jeremy has finally had a full weekend at home and decided early Friday evening that he too was done with the ants.
Friday he bought some ant bait things that look more like roach motels. I question him on this, because I didn't get a chance to see a box before the trashed it and I don't trust him, making sure he is fully confident they are for ants and not roaches. He swears they're for ants. The ants however, walk right by their motels and carry on throwing a party on my stove and bordering counter tops.
Saturday Jeremy pulls out the stove, cleaning down the sides the back, the floor, and under the burners. Ants now enjoy their shiny dance floor to mock us on.
Sunday brings rearranging of things on counter tops. All closed, seal tight containers with food get moved to another counter. If the ants follow, I'll know the reason why. The only thing they seem to notice is there is more available dance space and why not invite a few more friends.
Today, the damned ants are out in full gay force. Still walking right past the bait. Still infesting the stove and two side counters. Ignoring the fact we've moved all the the yummy goods to another side of our teeny tiny kitchen.
Fabulous. Now I have to wait until my jeans are dry so I can throw on a pair of shorts and walk to the Apartment's Office to file a complaint.
Next on the Bad Day list: My kid has a raging rash from neck to waist line and our great, fabulous, wonderful Naval clinic I did not request but were assigned to anyhow can't get us in until tomorrow.
This is the second time I've needed an appointment Like, NOW! and it can't be done. Seeing how Kyra might just overload the Navy's system with a brief visit to her doctor and all. I mean, last time we went (read: two weeks ago for a completely different reason) Kyra's appointment was for 7:30 in the morning and it still took 45 minutes to be seen and even then not a single damned thing got resolved. I realized then that what all my pessimistic friends had been saying about this particular clinic were entirely true and not so much just a pessimistic statement.
Kyra's not a rashy kid. She's never had a rash that covered anymore then her ass cheeks. A random rash popping up that covers half her body... is not something I'm willing to wait until tomorrow to have looked at.
So I threw a temper tantrum over the phone. We'll be seen at 3:30 by another clinic.
Tomorrow Kyra is getting out of TriCare Prime (which is FREE!) and will be moved to TriCare Standard (which we'll be shelling out money for) because I hate the Navy's lack of medical concern here in the Mason Dixon Line.
Now, lets hope that Kyra either has a) a minor rash from God only knows where and there's a simple quick fix or b) this could be the beginning of Chicken Pox and she won't have to have yet another pointless shot to fuck with her immune system simply so she may attend kindergarten.
Lets also hope I can find the local TriCare ("insurance office" for you lucky enough to be in the civilian world) and they make the jump from FREE! TriCare to PAY UP, BITCH TriCare an easy, wham-bam-thank you ma'am process.
****UPDATED! Ants will be destroyed Wednesday morning. God bless the pest control man!
While I've been smashing the little bastards for two weeks, Jeremy has finally had a full weekend at home and decided early Friday evening that he too was done with the ants.
Friday he bought some ant bait things that look more like roach motels. I question him on this, because I didn't get a chance to see a box before the trashed it and I don't trust him, making sure he is fully confident they are for ants and not roaches. He swears they're for ants. The ants however, walk right by their motels and carry on throwing a party on my stove and bordering counter tops.
Saturday Jeremy pulls out the stove, cleaning down the sides the back, the floor, and under the burners. Ants now enjoy their shiny dance floor to mock us on.
Sunday brings rearranging of things on counter tops. All closed, seal tight containers with food get moved to another counter. If the ants follow, I'll know the reason why. The only thing they seem to notice is there is more available dance space and why not invite a few more friends.
Today, the damned ants are out in full gay force. Still walking right past the bait. Still infesting the stove and two side counters. Ignoring the fact we've moved all the the yummy goods to another side of our teeny tiny kitchen.
Fabulous. Now I have to wait until my jeans are dry so I can throw on a pair of shorts and walk to the Apartment's Office to file a complaint.
Next on the Bad Day list: My kid has a raging rash from neck to waist line and our great, fabulous, wonderful Naval clinic I did not request but were assigned to anyhow can't get us in until tomorrow.
This is the second time I've needed an appointment Like, NOW! and it can't be done. Seeing how Kyra might just overload the Navy's system with a brief visit to her doctor and all. I mean, last time we went (read: two weeks ago for a completely different reason) Kyra's appointment was for 7:30 in the morning and it still took 45 minutes to be seen and even then not a single damned thing got resolved. I realized then that what all my pessimistic friends had been saying about this particular clinic were entirely true and not so much just a pessimistic statement.
Kyra's not a rashy kid. She's never had a rash that covered anymore then her ass cheeks. A random rash popping up that covers half her body... is not something I'm willing to wait until tomorrow to have looked at.
So I threw a temper tantrum over the phone. We'll be seen at 3:30 by another clinic.
Tomorrow Kyra is getting out of TriCare Prime (which is FREE!) and will be moved to TriCare Standard (which we'll be shelling out money for) because I hate the Navy's lack of medical concern here in the Mason Dixon Line.
Now, lets hope that Kyra either has a) a minor rash from God only knows where and there's a simple quick fix or b) this could be the beginning of Chicken Pox and she won't have to have yet another pointless shot to fuck with her immune system simply so she may attend kindergarten.
Lets also hope I can find the local TriCare ("insurance office" for you lucky enough to be in the civilian world) and they make the jump from FREE! TriCare to PAY UP, BITCH TriCare an easy, wham-bam-thank you ma'am process.
****UPDATED! Ants will be destroyed Wednesday morning. God bless the pest control man!
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