Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Advice please!
Thanks to her older brothers, my 2 year old is saying "You're a poop" to me, Daddy, Brock etc. She is using it in the right context and with conviction. What do I do? If I put her in timeout, she fixates on it and continues to use it. If I ignore it, Brock constantly tells me she is saying it to me and he knows it's not right. Help! Anyone know the right thing to do? Or at least to make it stop?
Friday, July 11, 2008
Vacation in CT
We traveled to Connecticut last week to visit Steve's sister and her family, plus his mom came in from Florida during the same week. We had a lot of fun and it was great to get all the cousins together. The flight there was a breeze but the flight home involved a significant delay in the plane on the tarmac. Brock & Lynzy fell asleep within in minutes of take off but then Lynzy woke up to vomit less than 5 minutes after that. There were no "barf bags" in any of our seat backs. When you need one, there isn't any but a ton when you don't. We made it home about 12:15 am and then both Brock & Lynzy vomitted during the car ride home. Wonder where they get the weak stomachs from???
Here are some pics of our trip. (Can you tell I got a new digital camera? I LOVE IT and my pictures are sooo much better than the last camera took!!)
Wesley (tallest kid in the pic) & Allison at Saturation Station
Lynzy in the ball pit
Wes & Allison again at the water park
Adam & Allison
Prarie Dog exhibit at the Beardsley Zoo (me & Lynz)
Brock & Allison
Allison & Brock playing in the mister - Brock LOVED it
Steve & his mom, Rosalie
Here are some pics of our trip. (Can you tell I got a new digital camera? I LOVE IT and my pictures are sooo much better than the last camera took!!)
Wesley (tallest kid in the pic) & Allison at Saturation Station
Lynzy in the ball pit
Wes & Allison again at the water park
Adam & Allison
Prarie Dog exhibit at the Beardsley Zoo (me & Lynz)
Brock & Allison
Allison & Brock playing in the mister - Brock LOVED it
Steve & his mom, Rosalie
Lynzy's 2nd b-day
We have been extremely busy the last couple of weeks. Lynzy turned two on June 27th. We can't believe she is two already. We had our friends/neighbors, the Roses, over for dinner and brownie sundaes to celebrate. I asked Lynzy 3 different times that day if she wanted cupcakes or brownies. She replied brownies 2 out of the 3 times so we went with it. Here are some pics from her big day.
I thought it was a figure of speech but literally Lynzy changed over night on her birthday. She is definitely a toddler and not a baby anymore. I kind of miss the baby part....
I thought it was a figure of speech but literally Lynzy changed over night on her birthday. She is definitely a toddler and not a baby anymore. I kind of miss the baby part....
Thursday, June 5, 2008
A day we remember
I started this blog as a way for me to document my kids’ day-to-day activities so that family and friends stayed in the loop. Now I view it with that purpose as well as a journal for my children to have when they are older and interested in what their childhood and our family life were like. I print off the text and pictures and keep a 3-ring binder of my blog posts. (Actually, Brianna, our nanny does it for me.) So it is with the last intent that I am writing this post. This post makes me a little sad but sometimes it’s better to share and get it out versus keep it to yourself.
Today is June 5, 2008. 3 years ago, I miscarried our second baby. The story is as follows. I was approximately 8 weeks pregnant and scheduled to have my first ultrasound at the doctor’s office on June 7, 2005. Obviously with the crazy pregnancy with Brock, they wanted to see me as early as possible. We had known I was pregnant for about 3 weeks. June 5, 2005 was a Sunday. I went to bed at a normal time but woke up with a HORRIBLE dream at around 1 am. I dreamt that I was at my appointment for my ultrasound. I was taken to an exam room facing a specific direction. (I’ve been in each of their 8 exam rooms before – they are not all the same.) I was seen initially by someone wearing a white lab coat, which is not common practice at the office. They told me that Dr. Saffer had been called out of the office on an emergency and that Dr. Marcrander would be conducting my ultrasound. (there are 3 different doctors at this office.) Dr. Marcrander comes in shortly after that and places the ultrasound machine near my head on the right side. She is pregnant in my dream. She then begins her exam and tells me that the baby looks starchy and that I was going to miscarry in the next week or so. She said not to worry, that I would be ok. I began crying in my dream and then woke up, hysterically crying in my bed.
I could not get this dream out of my head. I was very upset and on the day of my scheduled ultrasound, I was having difficulty breathing. I was sure that my dream was correct. I knew that this baby was gone. My mom was visiting us and wanted to join me at the appointment. I had told her about my dream but being a good mom, she just kept saying not to worry and that maybe I was just panicking because of Brock’s unplanned arrival. So off we head to my afternoon appointment. I am taken to an exam room that looks exactly like my dream exam room. Mona, the nurse practioner wearing a white lab coat, takes my medical history and performs just a basic exam. As she is leaving she tells me that Dr. Saffer was called out of the office on an emergency and that Dr. Marcrander will be conducting my ultrasound. I almost screamed. I grabbed her hand and said that this couldn’t happen because if Dr. Marcrander comes in, she is going to tell me that my baby died. Mona looks at me with the oddest look on her face and I told her my dream. I was very insistent that I knew what was going to happen. Especially since so far, the dream was becoming reality. Apparently, Mona leaves the room and talks with Dr. Marcrander about my dream and that I am extremely agitated. My mom makes it into the room where I tell her that my dream is coming true. Dr. Marcrander comes in very lively and tries to be upbeat with me. She tells me that she has heard about my dream. I told her about it and then mentioned to her that she was pregnant in my dream. She told me, well I hope you are wrong since I just had a baby 2 months ago. (I had no idea she was even pregnant.) Anyway, she placed the ultrasound machine near my head on my right side, just like my dream. She starts the exam and I can tell that there is no heartbeat and that the baby didn’t look like how Brock looked. Dr. Marcrander said that I was right and that the baby was gone and she said that the baby stopped growing a couple of days ago. I said I know, it was Sunday June 5th. I was extremely upset. My mom went into the outer office and overhead Dr. Marcrander and Mona discussing how I was right and that they had the chills from my appointment. I then had to schedule my D&C for later in the week. When I went into the operating room for the surgery, Dr. Saffer and I were talking. I asked if he heard about my dream about the miscarriage. He said, oh you are the patient. Dr. Marcrander took 3 pregnancy tests after your visit because of how convincing your dream was. Turns out she wasn’t pregnant.
So, that’s what today is for our family. I am crying a little because of a dream lost. And I am in no way equating my miscarriage with the loss of a child. They are very different and I wouldn’t wish either loss on my worst enemy. It happens to be an event in our lives that Steve and I share and remember. It affected our family and it has changed it in other ways. Without this miscarriage, we would not have Lynzy. For that I know that the plans have worked out exactly as they should have.
Today is June 5, 2008. 3 years ago, I miscarried our second baby. The story is as follows. I was approximately 8 weeks pregnant and scheduled to have my first ultrasound at the doctor’s office on June 7, 2005. Obviously with the crazy pregnancy with Brock, they wanted to see me as early as possible. We had known I was pregnant for about 3 weeks. June 5, 2005 was a Sunday. I went to bed at a normal time but woke up with a HORRIBLE dream at around 1 am. I dreamt that I was at my appointment for my ultrasound. I was taken to an exam room facing a specific direction. (I’ve been in each of their 8 exam rooms before – they are not all the same.) I was seen initially by someone wearing a white lab coat, which is not common practice at the office. They told me that Dr. Saffer had been called out of the office on an emergency and that Dr. Marcrander would be conducting my ultrasound. (there are 3 different doctors at this office.) Dr. Marcrander comes in shortly after that and places the ultrasound machine near my head on the right side. She is pregnant in my dream. She then begins her exam and tells me that the baby looks starchy and that I was going to miscarry in the next week or so. She said not to worry, that I would be ok. I began crying in my dream and then woke up, hysterically crying in my bed.
I could not get this dream out of my head. I was very upset and on the day of my scheduled ultrasound, I was having difficulty breathing. I was sure that my dream was correct. I knew that this baby was gone. My mom was visiting us and wanted to join me at the appointment. I had told her about my dream but being a good mom, she just kept saying not to worry and that maybe I was just panicking because of Brock’s unplanned arrival. So off we head to my afternoon appointment. I am taken to an exam room that looks exactly like my dream exam room. Mona, the nurse practioner wearing a white lab coat, takes my medical history and performs just a basic exam. As she is leaving she tells me that Dr. Saffer was called out of the office on an emergency and that Dr. Marcrander will be conducting my ultrasound. I almost screamed. I grabbed her hand and said that this couldn’t happen because if Dr. Marcrander comes in, she is going to tell me that my baby died. Mona looks at me with the oddest look on her face and I told her my dream. I was very insistent that I knew what was going to happen. Especially since so far, the dream was becoming reality. Apparently, Mona leaves the room and talks with Dr. Marcrander about my dream and that I am extremely agitated. My mom makes it into the room where I tell her that my dream is coming true. Dr. Marcrander comes in very lively and tries to be upbeat with me. She tells me that she has heard about my dream. I told her about it and then mentioned to her that she was pregnant in my dream. She told me, well I hope you are wrong since I just had a baby 2 months ago. (I had no idea she was even pregnant.) Anyway, she placed the ultrasound machine near my head on my right side, just like my dream. She starts the exam and I can tell that there is no heartbeat and that the baby didn’t look like how Brock looked. Dr. Marcrander said that I was right and that the baby was gone and she said that the baby stopped growing a couple of days ago. I said I know, it was Sunday June 5th. I was extremely upset. My mom went into the outer office and overhead Dr. Marcrander and Mona discussing how I was right and that they had the chills from my appointment. I then had to schedule my D&C for later in the week. When I went into the operating room for the surgery, Dr. Saffer and I were talking. I asked if he heard about my dream about the miscarriage. He said, oh you are the patient. Dr. Marcrander took 3 pregnancy tests after your visit because of how convincing your dream was. Turns out she wasn’t pregnant.
So, that’s what today is for our family. I am crying a little because of a dream lost. And I am in no way equating my miscarriage with the loss of a child. They are very different and I wouldn’t wish either loss on my worst enemy. It happens to be an event in our lives that Steve and I share and remember. It affected our family and it has changed it in other ways. Without this miscarriage, we would not have Lynzy. For that I know that the plans have worked out exactly as they should have.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Funny story
So this story might be classified as "too much information" but it had me laughing for hours and I've been telling the story to all those that call our house. Last week, Brock and Lynzy were jumping in Lynzy's crib. Brock was not wearing clothes. He was coming out of the crib and not to give to much detail, but he injured his private. Not bad, just a little tear. Can't put a bandaid on it or anything. So, I had him take a warm bath so at least it was clean and of course, he had to show Daddy the boo-boo on his pee-pee.
Later that day, Brianna, our nanny came over to help me with some Steve's Plumbing work. Brock was sitting next to her and asked her if she wanted to see his pee-pee. I cracked up because I knew exactly what he was getting at. She looked at him laughing and said, no that's ok. I then told her why he was asking her that. Then later, Brock was on the couch and he turned to us (Brianna, Daddy & me) and announced, "My pee-pee is BIG!" Which made us all laugh. He was trying to say that the boo-boo was big. I had to tell him on Monday, not to show his boo-boo to anyone at preschool because it wasn't something they wanted to see. It was all so innocent and adorable. Brock makes me laugh.
Later that day, Brianna, our nanny came over to help me with some Steve's Plumbing work. Brock was sitting next to her and asked her if she wanted to see his pee-pee. I cracked up because I knew exactly what he was getting at. She looked at him laughing and said, no that's ok. I then told her why he was asking her that. Then later, Brock was on the couch and he turned to us (Brianna, Daddy & me) and announced, "My pee-pee is BIG!" Which made us all laugh. He was trying to say that the boo-boo was big. I had to tell him on Monday, not to show his boo-boo to anyone at preschool because it wasn't something they wanted to see. It was all so innocent and adorable. Brock makes me laugh.
Muffins with Mom
Brock's preschool hosts a Mother's Day celebration the week prior to Mother's Day. Brock served me muffins and juice and gave me a candle with candle holder and his handprint on a doily. This is a picture of us from that day. I think we look great. Our eyes are open and we are both smiling. Sometimes that is hard to do.
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