Do you think he's trying to tell me something...or NOT tell me something!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Cookie Cutters
I couldn't neglect to write this down!
On Friday Emery was napping and Payton asked to play with her lunchbox full of metal cookie cutters. I was a little too busy cleaning and talking to a friend.
"Momma", she calls. "Can you help me get these off?"
I come around from the kitchen and can't seem to find what she's talking about. She laid down on the floor and pulls up her pant legs.
"Oh my goodness", I said.
Payton had fashioned herself with an "O" cookie cutter on her left leg and a "Q" cookie cutter on her right...above the knee!
I tried pulling a little at first but soon found they wouldn't budge. So I lathered her up with dish soap and a little water and slowly worked the letters off, trying not to laugh. She wasn't seeing the humor in it at the moment and I was trying VERY hard to keep that in mind.
I gave her a hug and asked if she would be doing that again.
She said, "No. I'll just put them on my arms instead".
On Friday Emery was napping and Payton asked to play with her lunchbox full of metal cookie cutters. I was a little too busy cleaning and talking to a friend.
"Momma", she calls. "Can you help me get these off?"
I come around from the kitchen and can't seem to find what she's talking about. She laid down on the floor and pulls up her pant legs.
"Oh my goodness", I said.
Payton had fashioned herself with an "O" cookie cutter on her left leg and a "Q" cookie cutter on her right...above the knee!
I tried pulling a little at first but soon found they wouldn't budge. So I lathered her up with dish soap and a little water and slowly worked the letters off, trying not to laugh. She wasn't seeing the humor in it at the moment and I was trying VERY hard to keep that in mind.
I gave her a hug and asked if she would be doing that again.
She said, "No. I'll just put them on my arms instead".
My Three Hours
I am nearing the end of the dreaded three hour glucose screening. The lab tech just told me that all this is pointless because there is a simple blood test they can do that measures something in your hemoglobin. So do the doctors just want to make us angry and take 3 hours (which is really more like four and a half) away from our day? It's enough they don't listen to you as it is but then stick you in a lab for countless hours drinking orange crack and getting stabbed by tiny needles every half hour? AH!
Emery is sick, poor little thing. I was naive in thinking that having her wait OUTSIDE the waiting room away from the children wearing masks would help. Apparently not. Thank you hospital and thank you sick children.
Payton burned her hand, or I should say fingers, for the first time helping me make chocolate chip pancakes. It was a small burn that apparently warranted a HUGE reaction. She cried for a good hour I think. But in the process I learned how to shove an ice pack into a pretty sock and make her take Motrin really quickly. She was more than happy to cuddle and then more than happy to sleep. How is exhausting it is to hurt!
I should have used this time to reminisce on the few days I haven't written. Maybe I'll try.
Emery had her 1 year developmental follow up at WVU hospital. I think they were quite impressed with her, ummm...energy. She said "Hi", "Uh-oh" and gave a couple of samples of her endless barrage of expressions. She glared, she cried and she smiled. All in all it was a good day. She's at the 35th percentile for an 11 month old...at 14 months old (corrected 11) so she's just a little thing. Her eyes are great and will be even better once she gets her tear duct opened next week.
A doctor thinks I may have diabetes...hence the three hour glucose. We will see...nothing with me is ever normal so I'll NOT be surprised to hear I passed it.
Clark...he hasn't left me yet amazingly enough. He's working hard every day...going in and coming home. He gives me my 5:00 happy hour every day when he walks in the door, even if I don't reciprocate it's always nice to see him.
I was looking though my pictures on facebook and a couple stuck out. There was one of me, holding Payton before her second birthday. When it was still just the three of us. It's amazing how much can change in so little time. Since then, we've added two more children. I hope she still feels as special as she is.
Emery is sick, poor little thing. I was naive in thinking that having her wait OUTSIDE the waiting room away from the children wearing masks would help. Apparently not. Thank you hospital and thank you sick children.
Payton burned her hand, or I should say fingers, for the first time helping me make chocolate chip pancakes. It was a small burn that apparently warranted a HUGE reaction. She cried for a good hour I think. But in the process I learned how to shove an ice pack into a pretty sock and make her take Motrin really quickly. She was more than happy to cuddle and then more than happy to sleep. How is exhausting it is to hurt!
I should have used this time to reminisce on the few days I haven't written. Maybe I'll try.
Emery had her 1 year developmental follow up at WVU hospital. I think they were quite impressed with her, ummm...energy. She said "Hi", "Uh-oh" and gave a couple of samples of her endless barrage of expressions. She glared, she cried and she smiled. All in all it was a good day. She's at the 35th percentile for an 11 month old...at 14 months old (corrected 11) so she's just a little thing. Her eyes are great and will be even better once she gets her tear duct opened next week.
A doctor thinks I may have diabetes...hence the three hour glucose. We will see...nothing with me is ever normal so I'll NOT be surprised to hear I passed it.
Clark...he hasn't left me yet amazingly enough. He's working hard every day...going in and coming home. He gives me my 5:00 happy hour every day when he walks in the door, even if I don't reciprocate it's always nice to see him.
I was looking though my pictures on facebook and a couple stuck out. There was one of me, holding Payton before her second birthday. When it was still just the three of us. It's amazing how much can change in so little time. Since then, we've added two more children. I hope she still feels as special as she is.
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