366 Project: Week 34

Sunday (Day 239)

August 26, 2012

Caiden's 5th birthday party was today. You'd think he was getting away with something taking the toys off of the cake. ;)

Heather wanted to pretend like she was one of the ones starting kindergarten tomorrow. . .

Penny and Heather (and a lot of the rest of us) got flushed away in the giant toilet, because that's how a 5 year old's party should end. :)

☑ Alarm set
☑ Clothes laid out
☑ Lunch ready
☑ Backpack packed
☑ Nails done
Yup, we're ready for the first day of Kindergarten tomorrow! 

Monday (Day 240)
August 27, 2012

Kadence's 1st day of Kindergarten. She was so excited to go, but was very disappointed that there was no nap time. She complained about it all the way home.

Kadence was so excited to go to school this morning. She told me "I can't wait to learn!" In other news, Korvin is an extremely calm and quiet child when he plays by himself.

In response to my query about what she did in school today, Kadence said "We went in a bar." Methinks that's a little advanced for Kindergarten. ;)

Tuesday (Day 241)
August 28, 2012

Someone does NOT like the car wash.

Wednesday (Day 242)
August 29, 2012

My big kid's last first day of school before graduating. A round of applause please. ;D

Today was one of those days where I was having issues with my problems. ;) Then at naptime, Korvin was talking, jumping on the bed, and banging on the wall instead of taking a nap. I went in, had him lay down, handed him his binky, and told him "It's time for you to take a nap. That means you're going to lay down, be quiet, close your eyes, and go to sleep." He grinned, squinted his eyes partly closed and waited a few seconds before he laughed and jabbered something back at me. Now I'm having issues with his problems too. . .It's gonna be a long day.

Thursday (Day 243)
August 30, 2012

She apparently wasn't really ready to wake up when she got up this morning, because when I got up this is how I found her.

Friday (Day 244)

August 31, 2012

Who knew sewers were sanitary. . .

Korvin took the DVR remote somewhere, and I couldn't find it all afternoon. I finally found it though. The little bugger had chucked it over the kitchen gate into the trash. He's got pretty good aim.

Korvin has renamed Kadence. The last few days he's been calling her "KK-Boo." The way he says it sounds a lot like "Kiki-Boo." She wasn't overly thrilled at first, but now she's ok with it, but only when he does it. So no one else do it, because he's the only one allowed to call her that. ;)
 

I'm pretty sure Korvin starts to do something he's not supposed to just to hear me say "good boy!" after I've told him "no sir!" and he backs away. This morning he had something he wasn't supposed to, and when Patrick told him to put it down, Korvin did, but daddy didn't say "good boy." So Korvin said it for him. Now daddy knows.

Saturday (Day 245)

September 1, 2012

It's Texas. . .why not. . .tastes like really hot sweet tea. "It burns us!" Much better added to actual sweet tea.
 

Korvin's 1st molar FINALLY broke through today. That only took forever.

Hardheaded? I blame the headboard.

Patrick and I nearly woke Korvin up the other night when we were talking (quietly), and laughing (not so quietly) about how Kadence remembers everything, and randomly spews information about something she heard/saw/did a year + ago. Patrick said he wished she'd just forget things sometimes. I told him that for all he knows, she remembers the headboard incident from when she was 4 months old. . .which led to discussing the ways he responsible for both children's issues.


Korvin's damage story was already told in this post here. . .and yes, I do blame all of the issues on the vodka. Tongue and lip ties? Vodka. Jaw and mouth issues? Vodka. Neck and hip issues? Vodka. Overdeveloped suck reflex, and resulting swallowing issues? Vodka. :)


This is the story I blame all of Kadence's issues on. Memory of an elephant? Headboard. Stubborn and hardheaded? Headboard.


When she was about 4 months old, Patrick was on the bed playing with her. He was lying on his back with her on his knees doing ab exercises. He held her hands and was straightening his legs, and then bringing them to his chest. She was giggling and having a great time.


When he was finished, as he pulled his legs in one last time, he let go of her hands so he could grab her when his knees got to his chest. . .only this time, she kicked with her legs, and launched herself off of his knees straight into the headboard.


She was, of course, screaming. He immediately picked her up, of course, panicking. She started screaming louder, so I took her him, and told him to go get her an ice pack (she had a little "Boo Bear" in the freezer). Pretty much as soon as he left the room, she stopped crying. When he came back, she resumed screaming at him. She wasn't really hurt. . .just very angry. . .with him.


He came rushing back with his arms full. Yeah, full. He had:

• a frozen tube of ground beef
• a ziplock bag
• a tray of ice cubes
• a frozen mug
• a cold bottle of vodka

He started frantically setting things on the bed, clearly having no clue what to do. I looked at the collection and quizzically asked "Are we getting her drunk. . .and making hamburgers?"

His started to explain. His reasoning was that I could put the meat, vodka or cold mug on her head while he put the ice cubes in the ziplock bag to make an ice pack. I asked what was wrong with the little gel boo bear ice pack she had in the freezer. He forgot we had that.

It took awhile for me to stop laughing. It took awhile for him to calm down. Kadence ended up being fine. . .except for the stubbornness and hardheaded issues. ;)

Fish Oil, Vodka and Chocolate Milk

Today we are at 35 weeks and 4 days. This kid could possibly be born sometime next week, so BEFORE he's born I'm gonna explain something. This way, if he comes out with less than average intelligence, my reasons for blaming a certain someone will be understood. (J/K. . .sort of. :D)

On the evening of February 22nd something unfortunate happened. Now, I realize that the fact that I know a specific date for this might indicate that I'm holding a grudge, but I'm not. Really. . .I just remember things in case I need them later. :)

You may know that fish oil supplements are something that many pregnant women take as a part of their prenatal supplements. If you've ever taken fish oil supplements, you know that it's unpleasant (to say the least) when some of it makes it's way back up. Now, for pregnant women prone to nausea this presents something of a problem. 

On this particular evening I had taken my last set of supplements for the day while Patrick was pouring himself a glass of Pepsi. We then retired to the couch to spend some quality time ignoring each other while watching TV. He had his Pepsi, and I had my water.

Shortly thereafter, some fish oil started making it's way back up. (I'm starting to think this stuff came from salmon, since it keeps returning back from whence it came.) Water doesn't fix the issue. I didn't want to take time running to the kitchen to get something else, so I grabbed Patrick's Pepsi to wash it back down before I ended up running to the bathroom and losing all of it.

After I took a few swigs and put the cup back down, I realized something. He had put vodka in it. Now, you may think that he shouldn't be blamed for this, since it WAS his drink after all. However, I'm usually drinking water, and he's usually drinking something else; when he puts something in his drink, he always tells me in case this particular situation arises. . .except for this time. His explanation? "I thought you knew!" His reasoning was that since we were in the kitchen at the same time, that I had seen him do it.

In his defense, he works difficult hours (more than 40 a week), and was taking 9 hours this semester. . .so he's allowed to make mistakes. My initial reaction wasn't about to take this into account however. Hormonal reactions are rarely reasonable. (I believe I've mentioned that before.) I called my mother to tell on him. Actually I was calling to find out how much damage she thought it would do. (Hormones occasionally make me paranoid. . .) She figured I hadn't had enough to do much if any damage. . .not that that was going to make me feel better.

Fish oil and vodka were BOTH making me nauseous, and so in the best interests of the baby I decided to try and rid myself of the vodka. . .and everything else for that matter. Unfortunately, I was unable to get rid of all of it. So the nausea continued, and I was still concerned about the vodka. However, there was nothing to be done about it.

Chocolate milk has often helped the nausea throughout this pregnancy, so I figured I'd give it a try. BAD idea. The cocktail of fish oil, vodka and chocolate milk churning in my stomach made me even more nauseous. . .but refused to come back out. Turns out, they don't mix, and had I been thinking clearly at the time I probably would have figured that out. Anyway, as a result, I was extremely nauseous for the next 2 days. . .and none too happy.

This has since become something of a joke. Occasionally I'll check with Patrick to see if what he's drinking is spiked. . .even if it's just water, since if it looks like water, it might be vodka. :) 

I've taken nothing but some allergy medication and some Tylenol the entire pregnancy. I watch everything I eat and drink to make sure that myself and the baby are healthy. (My mother has taken to calling me a food snob.) This being the case, the fact that I inadvertently consumed one of the things you're absolutely NOT supposed to have during pregnancy (while disconcerting at the time) has now become rather amusing.

So if at any point during this kid's life you hear us blame something on the vodka, you now know what that means. For instance, I started having too many Braxton Hick's contractions way too early. Vodka. I ended up on bed rest. Vodka. Being at risk for pre-term labor? Yup, vodka. At this point, we might as well work it into his name somehow. . .J/K.

"KK Boy" (that's what Kadence named him for the last few days) is doing well in spite of his early introduction to alcohol, and we only have another week and a half before he's free to break out. Daddy's told him several times to stop trying to break down the wall until he's given permission to. He just doesn't seem to listen too well. Stupid vodka. . . :)

Now, lest you think I've been too hard on my poor husband, let me say this. He's wonderful. He's pulled me out of awkward positions that I've gotten stuck in more times that I can count throughout the end of this pregnancy (this includes the middle of the night when I need to use the bathroom). He's rubbed knots out of muscles whenever needed (pretty much every night at this point) to make sure I can sleep. He calls on his way home from work to see if I'm craving anything that he needs to pick up. He cut up a watermelon after midnight last night because I was craving it. He painted my bathroom blue (my favorite color.)

This is a very small list of things this man does for me. Unfortunately, the few things he gets wrong are much funnier than the many things he gets right. It's part of the entertainment value of marriage. :D By the same count, he occasionally goes into another room when I'm being ridiculous about something and he can't keep a straight face anymore.

The ability to laugh at our own, and each others mistakes is part of what makes our marriage work. It's soooo much better than obsessing over, and continually bringing up mistakes as points of contention. The absurdity of it has often diffused situations between us before they become situations. 

Besides, it keeps life interesting. :)

Happy Memorial Day!