2 carltons and a kelly

"What's goin on?"

2012-01-11T06:27:00.000-08:00

Yes, Marvin Gaye's (I think that's who it is)song is in my head right now.

MICHIGAN!!!
Just got a few pics from when we went to Michigan a month ago. This past month has ZIPPED by. Grandma got really sick and we left to go see her. She got to hang out with me and the kiddos three times before she passed away. We have a great bereavement policy so we were back in the hand for almost two whole weeks:) Once I find my camera cord, I will upload pics and post what I wrote about those last visits. For the first time in my life, I was CERTAIN that the person in the casket would wake up in heaven. That is an awesome peace.

Pics of N and A with their cousins of the same age:

BACK TO WORK AND SCHOOL
We returned to me having to sift through a total of ten weeks of Medicaid billing, and write and submit a 20 page paper. Medicaid is the worst thing to have to go back through, correct, or re-organize. I have never seen any type of paperwork snowball as fast, or deep as this does. Then the boys were off of school and N & A too, so all you parents know how that goes...7 kids all day every day, lots of busy-ness.

Oh, and I got my grade-an A-horray!!! My GPA is a 3.857. I never cared much about it before, but I am very pleased with this fact! I decided that I need to really focus on my kids and the Big C for now so I did not start class on Monday. EJ will be here in 7 weeks and the class goes for ten. Between everything else that has gone down lately, my degree will have to take the back burner (pun to myself because the fire started on the back burner).

"MY FIRE DADDY"
That's what Autumn just stopped saying. She actually saw Carlton catch on fire! Two days ago, she wandered to the spot in the kitchen floor that burned from the pot of grease, and sat right on it. She had her blanket and paci and was just kind of looking around. I think it was her way of making peace with the whole fire thing. She has not mentioned it again, and seems soooooo much more content now that Carlton is home.

BABY #3 AND HOME HEALTH NURSE
He's due in 7 weeks now. Hopefully Carlton will be somewhat healed by then. Last night C got up out of bed and ended up quickly back in because of pain and lightheadedness. He will have a home nurse come out to help me change his dressings every other day. Being a caretaker for your husband is something I didn't think I would experience for decades!

It is a really amazing experience, but I have to stay prayed up for the Lord's strength because it is very taxing mentally, emotionally and physically. Prob increased bc of #3's incessant growing. I have a newfound appreciation and compassion for anyone who has ever been a caretaker themselves. And my husb is not terminally ill, paralyzed or any number of awful circumstances, Plus, it's only day three of me doing it. I've got my head around his 11 medications (11!) and just re-wrapped his arm for the second time since midnight, so I am totally getting the hang of it. Thinking I should have listened to C eons ago and gotten my nursing degree.

"Awwww, mercy, mercy me......"

"hee-sees! Mooooo!!!"

2011-12-09T21:14:00.000-08:00

Spirit of Hope Youth Ranch is a rescue program for abused and neglected horses. They rent property from King's Home and 3 of the horses live in our neighbor's front yard. The other day I took the wee ones up to visit them. Noah kept saying "Hey! hey horsie, can I ride on you? I want to ride on you horsie." and then he climbed up the fence and I put him back on the ground and little sister tried to follow suit saying "hee-sees, see hee-sees, mommy?".

Shannon, who feeds them, happened to come by and offered Noah a ride on her personal horse. It was the talk of the week. On Thursday I taught Noah the song to Mr. Ed. Then I bought him a cowboy hat and miniature horse with a saddle and reigns at the $ store. At 3:30 we saddled up and he got to go for a ride. I was so proud of him, he looked like suuuuuch a big boy!!

One of many stickbugs

leaves + sticks=free toys!

The heart stealer (spoiled by everyone in the house but me)

Out w/ the old...

2011-10-30T16:20:00.000-07:00

In with the new-er actually older, but MUCH better!

We got a new car...woo-hoo!!! I have abhored the 2008 Taurus since we bought it three years ago. Each month and payment have been the bane of my existence (I have no idea if I'm spelling these words right or not). The car is a total lemon but Ford is a scammer corporation and every time we take it in, they say they can't "re-create" the problems we are describing. I'm literally planning on dropping it off at WalMart and telling them to come get their pile of junky transmission that has been bad since about 5,000 miles old. So how will we get around???

Helloooooooo Suburban (think of how the Animaniacs say "helloooooo nurse!")

Bonus: The heated leather seats are AMAZING on my back-I have gotten pops and cracks that have needed to pop and crack for ages. I'm in loooooooove!!!

Further updates:
Three weeks left in the quarter for school. That means 8 more discussion posts and a 20 page paper. Starbucks, here I come!

up to five boys again in the home. They are all starting to blend in well with the fam. Now if we could get our hands on a reliable & consistant assistant, this place would be ULTIMATE!!

pregnant again with number three. This one is healthy and (drumroll please) another boy!! Due in a few more months and already gained about 20 pounds. Just bought a new pair of pj pants to live in for the next few weeks since my favorite jeans are getting snug around the tummy.

The kids are loving their mother's day out program, playing outside in our massive yard, seeing our neighbors the horses and swimming at the Y. Oh yeah, and they ADORE their "big brothers." Mommy is adoring the weather which is very slightly chilly, but much less gray than Mich.

What am I going to do with 8 boys and one Carlton in my life? Autumn and I have already started working on our girl time. I painted her nails the other day-they look really cute:)

little big kids

2011-10-10T21:17:00.001-07:00

I don't want to go too long without posting pics. Plus, I have to show off the super cute top I bought for (score!!!) 3 bucks:

Country Bumpkin (free shiny purple adorable boots)

The natural light in our playroom is so awesome!

Wrestle Mania

FRENCH FRIED EYEBALLS

2011-10-05T22:00:00.000-07:00

I am about to officially drop off the face of the earth. Our home had six boys, and now we are briefly down to five. School starts back up in 4 days and counting. Poor eyeballs, I wonder how many hours of daily computer use it takes to turn you into a macintosh? Online class, here I comeJ

The kids are exhaustingly awesome. We are trying to implement some expectations so that each of the “big” boys learns to work individually with N and A each day. Even if it ended up being 5-10 minutes per activity…puzzles, books, counting, singing, catch-hey! We’re a family, right, so everybody gets to play a part.

My two favorite activities thus far: One of the guys belting a loud and totally out of tune rendition of “Jesus Loves Me” to keep Autumn from crying on the way home last Friday night. Another one teaching Noah Spanish, including “tu es si bonita.” I always wanted a little bilingual pimpdaddy 3 year old!!

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bjork

2011-09-21T21:34:00.000-07:00

has this song that's all frilly and cute and instrumental. The lyrics go a bit like this:

"annnnnd then...."
-cute twirly music-

"It's oh, so quiet"
-cute twirly music-

"and still again"
-lala land music again-

"starts another big riot"
(BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!)

and then she talks about falling in love and it is loud fifty's big band music and lots of her yelling and loudness.

Anyways, if uve never heard the song, you will not follow me, but this is my life right now. We were sitting at the table about ready to go to Bible study ON TIME for once and BANG BANG BANG BANG our faulty ADT fire alarm starts going off for no reason. Fast forward many phone calls, which made us VERY late for Bible Study and many hours, which makes it 11:38pm, and the alarm is still going off.

It's like BEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEP pause, repeat repeat repeat. I want to bang bang bang my head on the wall, but I will go bury it under my covers instead. At least we can barely hear it in our back room, but it is permantly etched and screeching in my ear drum's memory.

sweet dreams!!

sleeeeeeeeppppppy

2011-08-25T21:03:00.000-07:00

so why am i even posting this? to show what desperate measures I took with my precious lineage today. note: I am anti video/tv as babysitter. like I said I was desperate!

"What works what doesn't?" (this one's for you, E)

2011-08-07T20:39:00.000-07:00

My old friend (not old in age, but old in length of friendship) asked me this question about N and A. Hm. I wish I knew...

What works:
Shared Bathtime- They LOVE playing together, especially in the tub. I put them both in at the same time and monitor heavily(which usually includes folding laundry, calling my mom, or knocking out the dishes in the adjoining kitchen). Lots of reminders to "use gentle hands, Autumn doesn't want you to pour water in her face, sit down, it's not time to splash (and, of course) no, stop, don't..."

Then I wash them both, take Autumn out and N stays in for awhile longer by himself. This is when he gets to splash and go buckwild, and I focus on getting A ready for bed.

When they were younger I still put them in together, and carried A's infant seat in to bundle and strap her when she was done with the suds. That time was much more hectic bc I would be trying to change them both and get them both ready for bed at the same time-including a breathing treatment for Noah and feeding for A-it was a very tiresome and challenging routine.

I have since learned to just let it go. They will get to sleep when it happens. Especially in this new life, I can't stress out bc the bath, books, bed routine isn't finished by 9pm sharp. Oh yeah, and it helps SO MUCH to have Carlton around all the time:)

Playpen time- The playpen is the best invention ever. Some people think it cruel to "cage" their precious darlings. I think it's the best think since sliced bread. Autumn has learned that mommy is in charge and when she says "it's play time," or "it's time to rest," or "it's time to read," that's what I mean and she's not getting out till I say so. Sometimes I can send N in there to hang out with her (and-recently-teach her how to climb out), but usually it's her time to focus on the selection of toys, books, etc. that I've given her.

Added bonus: This is the same playpen that Donna donated to us 3 years ago--SCORE!!

What Doesn't:
Folded laundry, empty sink and 3 round meals a day.

My kids eat great-lots of fruits, avacados, yogurt, etc. But. I remember a day a few weeks ago when Autumn's dinner consisted of a cookie. I'm not kidding either. Rather than beat myself up, I recall that she was almost exclusively breastfed until 10 1/2 months so a junky dinner from time to time is child's play in the long run.

As for the laundry, keeping up with two kids is time consuming enough. Add the "big boys," the paperwork, time for Carlton and it's just not worth it. I still do fold their clothes and put them away, but no longer flip out when A busts in the drawers and throws them all over the room. Sometimes they even stay there for a few days (truthfully, more like hours bc I'm still neurotic). However, I almost always have at least three piles of clothes lying around in their room and that's just that.

Anything that involves more than minimal planning/expectations on my part. I have had to learn to JUST LET GO!!! This is still a struggle, but I tell people "I am hoping to walk out the door in five minutes, but the kids may have other plans..." They usually do!

bumps, scrapes and Autumn wearing Noah's clothes

2011-07-24T22:12:00.000-07:00

We like to put A in N's old clothes for bed (look at the knot on her forehead)

"Hey baby sister, that book is upside down..."(and the scrape on his elbow)

"nite nite!!"

I am just in love with my little kids. They are so cute and funny (and highly capable of driving me to the edge of sanity in a matter of seconds). I want to post some pics to catch up from the last bit of time. Now, let's see if the computer will cooperate...not so much, I will ramble intermittdly until then.

Running:
I have recently taken up an old hobby of mine, that I stopped when I had Noah. There is a very long and challenging hill on campus that is good to run. When I get the nerve up to brave the wildlife, I do that 3-5 times per run. Today I ran 2 miles at the Y. That was 28 times around the track. I can tell I'm getting back in the groove because I made it without stopping and still had some gas left. If only I could be more consistent with it...

Bubbles-a favorite for everyone:
I love love love that he can blow bubbles. It may seem silly, but when he was struggling to crawl, walk, stand, etc., it just makes me appreciate these moments even moreso!!

right after this pic, Autumn picked up the bottle and dumped the contents on her head

We do not always dress our little girl in her brother's outfits:
Hey Erika, It fits!!

"Do I realllllly have to wear the headband?"

another outfit from the food room (score!!). We also just found two big packs of size 3 diapers in there. God provides, indeed:)

"What planet are you from?!"
Being a houseparent is a world all it's own. Especially in the summer. We are in charge of the kids for 16 hours a day till they go back to school. It's like having your own kids. Except they are not your own kids. They have to be documented and paperworked and there are stipulations to what you can and can't do, say, etc. I no longer get phone calls from anyone besides my parents. I think the last of my friends have written me off as beyond rude for never returning calls.

Hey look, it's the next Danika Patrick...

There are some great perks to houseparenting. Our kids have automatic big brothers, we live rent free, complimentary gym membership, trips to cool local places free of charge, "work" by loving on kids who were not getting their needs met elsewhere (which can be really hard when they don't know how to recieve your love). Overall, it is a great job. Sometimes, I get really frusterated, but for the most part, it is a fantastic setup for a family with little ones of their own.

We live where we work so there is rarely a real "break." The last time we were off, we went to a hotel for three nights. That was fabulous!!! Our own little world where we did not have to "sneak" in the door and ignore the sounds of behavior problems during our down time. My mom is coming down in August so we will get another "hotel vacation." Then I'm hoping to steal away for a long weekend at the Gulf in September. Care to join us???

Pics on a Sunday morning:

I'd love to post many more pictures, but it's taking awhile to upload them. Hope you enjoyed the ones that made it!!!

What a steal!!!

2011-06-24T11:05:00.000-07:00

I love a good bargain. Garage sales, craig's list, clearance racks...count me in! While my wardrobe has always boasted some nice second hand deals, there is nothing like an Alabama thrift store.

So far I have been to two down here. Every time I go I've had some major thrifting cheer! Here are some pics of recent purchases. If you're like me, you will high five your neighbor when you see these deals.

From the Vapor:
Lincoln Logs, and a stack of board games (around 1.50 each)

cutest little dress and shoes (1.00 each)

dvds for a buck a piece:

From the Alabaster Thrift (deemed by locals "the Alabaster Boutique"):

what a sweet outfit (2.25)

I've also found multiple pairs of cheap earrings that get tons of compliments whenever I wear them. Just some rubbing alcohol on the hooks and I felt safe and stylin!

If you're ever down this-a-way, briing your piggy banks and let's go shopping!!!

boys vs. girls (and the new place)

2011-06-15T16:16:00.000-07:00

Being the mom of a boy and also the mom of a girl, I can attest that the two are very different. The workers at the YMCA childcare center will agree wholeheartedly that my little munchkins are nothing alike...

Noah will sometimes be so well behaved that I have to blink and make sure it is really him sharing and playing nice with his peers. Usually by the time I open my eyes from the blink, he has sucker puched or tackled some kid while yelling at him to shut up. Then when I ask him why he did that he will say "you don't do that, you don't say that, that's not nice." hmmmm

Autumn on the other hand will play quietly by herself for the entire two and a half hour time limit and the staff seem reluctant to let her go home with me.

Now that we have transitioned from a girls home into a boys home, I have noticed additional differences. The girls we had were minimally dramatic, but had many more needs than our laid back, fun loving boys. I have heard that the big boys are still known to sucker punch in the blink of an eye, but so far the only bully living in our house is my three year old.

PS POTTY TRAINING FUN-
(Heard from the porcelin throne: "Look mommy, it looks like a rocket ship!!!" -sigh-what a creative little guy)

warm rain=another alabama treat!

"clifford"

the (looooong) way to civilization.........

our wrap around driveway/yard/woods

the other way down to the wilderness

I love it here. we have found the right church and all 3 of our boys r believers. it's a very amazing season for healing, growth and God's power!!

"I sent you to harvest where you didn't plant; others had already done the work, and now you will get to gather the harvest." -John 4:38

the walmart dog pee

2011-05-22T22:00:00.000-07:00

The title is supposed to be an adverb/verb combo (as in describing the action of taking a pee), not a noun (as in not the pee itself).

And it wasn't really a dog. It was Autumn. But the trickle on the floor could have fooled humane society workers. And yes, it was in Walmart.

Some helpful pre-story info: C and I moved to a new home and don't have youth living there yet. We still have to work so we split up and he helps on the boys campus, and I, on the girls. Autumn had joined me at work for the evening and the girls were sick, so she was confined to her stroller for five hours (to avoid the germs everywhere).

As a recent power walking fanatic, she loudly protested this arrangement for a good 45 minutes. To silence her, I gave her bottle after bottle of milk, water, juice, you name it. She peed so much I ran out of diapers, and back up clothes, and had to resort to Noah's pullup and a super dirty sweater. Then I got off work and decided to blow some time waiting for C and N to return from my aunt's house in B-ham. (Our new house is in the middle of an isolated wooded clearing at the end of some very dark and winding roads, so we were going to caravan.

So back to walmart. I was playing the part of hillbilly mommy with baby girl in said outfit (no pants, dirty sweater, oversized pull up), leaning on the cart handle, on the phone, walking slowly, laughing loudly,,, when I noticed a strange look on her face, and a wet trickle on my leg. I looked down and there was pee waterfalling out of her pullup onto the floor-EEK! I looked behind me and there was about a twelve foot trail of drips of pee that looked like a dog had run up the main aisle, midstream-AHHH! I had responsibly left the diaper bag in the van and was convieniently in the MAIN AISLE where they sell bananas and gum and pool noodles and nothing remotely close to a kleenex or paper towel.

Thankfully it was 10:45 at night (add that to the hillbilly mom description-kids out in the store after a decent bedtime)so no one was there but me and my little puppy.

And the trail of pee. I froze and did not know what to do. I couldn't leave the pee, for fear that someone would slip and fall, try to sue, and I would be incriminated by the review of security tapes. I seriously considered that someone should be notified, but did not use that good judgement bc I figured it would air dry soon, right?? I could have used her sweater, but then my kid would have been naked plus leaky pullup. Aye, what an embarassing mess.

I settled for mopping with my new basketball shorts;unpurchased, tag still on. I figured "hey, I tried, I gotta get this kid home and in bed(right??)" and beelined for the nearest checkout lane.

UNFORTUNATELY, the mesh short material more like smeared the pee from a stream into a shallow version of the mississippi river. Fortunately, the lady in the checkout line was so distracted w/ "oh what a cute little girl" that I don't think she noticed the wetness on the shorts as she rang them up. Also on the unfortunate end of the spectrum: The maintenance guys happened to be pushing their mop bucket toward the entrance at the exact moment of my escape. I swear that guy gave me a questioning look.

I can hear my friends who do not have kids thinking any number of amusing thoughts and questions. Like "how nasty that she wiped the pee and then gave the unsuspecting lady the shorts without a second thought!" Shameless. I guess when you have little kids, you just can't and don't care about much more than survival. Right?........um, Rigggghhhht???!!!

pictures!!! (???)

2011-05-15T21:17:00.000-07:00

Horray for pictures! It finally worked. Some were mass emailed, but I still want them on the blog for easy access and storage purposes. My virtual photo album, ya know?

Don't let that smile fool you...

Gotta love the hat

"Sweet ma"

my two munchkins

Grandma

plus kids

equals grandma plus kids

look closely for the chaos (haha)

anyone who knows my sis will know that she is prob saying something hysterically "Karla" (look at her face and the stock still expressions of those around her)what a beautiful bride:)

Happy Mother's Day

2011-05-09T12:20:00.000-07:00

I don't think I have appreciated Mother's Day this much...ever before.

Could be that having two busy babies of my own plue eight teenagers has made me feel more like a washed up mommy each passing moment. Like really, actually dressing up, doing my hair and nails for the first time in MONTHS made me feel like a hottie out of severe hibernation-thanks for getting married Kar!!!

Maybe it was the three seperate weekend deliveries of flowers, cards, beautiful sparkly bracelet, haircut and manicure certificates, perfect movie choice by my husband ("mother and child") and double shots in the bootycheeks that came my way yesterday.

Ahhh, I do not lie about the last one. I have been with this annoying cold for about three months. Hack hack hack hack, complain about the "air quality in our 'valley town' and apartment" hack hack hack off and on since January, typically all night long and frequently accompanied by throwing up-hey, I thought it was asthma back from the dead.

Carlton and I finally dragged my (our) exhausted butt(s) into the doctor's office yesterday and they found some OLD bronchitis and a butt muscle on each side. My shots arrived just as I was laughing hysterically at him for having to get a double dose of his own.

So we feel like new people (less 200.00 worth of co-pays and meds-Autumn had a double ear infection so bad that she burst her ear drum=ear discharge+screaming GALORE). But we feel like normal humans again. There you have it folks, those bootyshots work wonders- I'll tell you we almost have no desire to finish the ten extra days of antibiotics they put us on. But we will oblige. Oh and check this out...NOAH was healthy the whole trip to and from michigan!!! I guess his immune system is supreme now-must be all those prayers he's getting. It is awesome:)

2011-05-06T23:44:00.001-07:00

The Wedding:

My sister's wedding was BEAUTIFUL! She was so happy and everything was good...the food, the decor, the guest list...A. Jennifer, U. Ralph, my parents, cousins, K8T, both great grammas, uncles and aunts, seeing everyone and showing off the kiddos was great!

I do wish I'd gotten to talk to my cousin Erin more. She is really funny and I enjoy her company (the five minutes we get to talk every two years). I guess parents of three year old boys should consider co-existing the same as socializing when they are busy chasing after the wee ones.

The Move:

So we returned from our trip on Wednesday nite. Thurs. AM, the movers arrived to pack us up and ship us out. We moved into a boys home that is LITERALLY in the middle of nowhere. It is so peaceful there, I wonder how I will ever enjoy returning to civilization, even for groceries.

Our new place has much more space in the apartment and we have a designated kid's play room with a little table and chairs in it. I couldn't be more excited about this. Seeing other people's play rooms has always created a longing in my heart (I'm not dramatizing) and now we have one...Woo-Hoo!

Houseguests:

The house is entirely surrounded by woods. Not a house or other human in sight. Our nearest living neighbors are horses and critters that stay hidden (thank goodness) in the deep dark forest.

There was a lizard though. He stopped and stared at me through the open door as I shouted at him that he "may not come in my house." I was too petrified to close the door, and finally he got bored and scurried around the corner. For a gal from Michigan, a wild lizard was quite the sight!

An Intent to Blog:

This is twice in about a month so I hope to continue. There should be less on my plate with 6 boys than there was with 8 girls (less is a relative term that means I will probably have enough time to pee two or three times a day instead of one or zero). Love to my blogging pals-please continue to blog, so I can pretend I have a social life of any sort!!!

IDK WHY MY BLOG REFUSES TO UPLOAD PICS. IF YOU WANT TO SEE THEM, EMAIL ME kellybrzak@hotmail.com AND I'LL SEND THEM IF YOU DIDN'T GET THEM ALREADY. TATA!

oh wow

2011-04-16T00:08:00.000-07:00

my lack of techie brain just thought I was uploading new kid pics for the last twenty minutes. Um, forgot to hit the upload key. Okay, so let's blog while we wait.

EDIT OUT:
too much info that I can not share because of privacy laws...

HELLO VITAMIN D!!!
The sun here is tremendous! I got a sunburn in March. Sweet. We love going to the YMCA, whice had an indoor pool that lost the big plastic bubble and is now a BEAUTIFUL outdoor pool. N&A both LOVE it. N can swim around in the kiddie vest all by himself. We have to buy one for Autumn, who equally loves it and tries to constantly dive under water face first. I'm sorry gal, it ain't happening. IDK how those mamas let their newborns swim under water. When you're actually in the pool, with an ALMOST ONE YEAR OLD, the water and lungs thing seems a little too risky for me.

SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY:
I now find myself saying ya'll. WHAT??!! It just makes sense to say and "you guys" sounds so weird in my brain. I wonder what kind of accent I've picked up since being here. I guess I'll find out when we take a trip home in two weeks.

SAD NEWS:
We were preg with number three (due in Oct.) and I miscarried today. I decided to mention it b/c once again, God is giving me this miraculous peace about it. Don't get me wrong, I cried my eyes OUT today. I'm sure I will again and again too. But there is peace. Just like with the Noah stuff. The coolest part is right before it happened, I kept having these cool praise songs in my mind and singing them. Since "God inhabits the praise of His people," I KNOW WITH BLESSED ASSURANCE that our little baby was wrapped in His mighty peaceful arms during the trauma.

GLAD NEWS:
We are coming to Michigan for five days in two weeks. I am so glad and can't wait to show off the big kids to our relatives. My sis is getting married to a man who loves the Lord and I am so excited. Maybe we will even get to see Debra, who was exactly one week behind us in the pregnancy. (note to Debra: you do not need to go to Iowa to celebrate graduating from grad school-stay and eat cookies and laugh with ME instead). I hope we get to take a few extra days of PTO time considering the "SAD NEWS." We can use some biological family loving!!!

PICTURE TIME(I hope): Aww man, the pics are taking wayyyyy too long. Maybe I can get it to work better tomorrow. Good night for now

Roll Tide

2011-01-22T13:06:00.000-08:00

There is a huge rivalry here between 2 college teams, but I have no idea which is the tide. Is that even the true name of the mascot?? Anyhow, I won't be making any rivalry jokes because it seems to be as big a deal as the White Sox/Cubs rivalry and I do not want any enemies!

Here are some pics of our new house. We start training on Monday and then actually working within the next few weeks. It is a million times better than Mooseheart already (just wish the old M-heart friends could be here, too).

The back of the house:

Our new neighbors:

Looking three directions off the back deck:

hats

2011-01-03T17:43:00.000-08:00

the noah list

2010-12-29T20:59:00.000-08:00

so, there are some incredibly cute things that I love sosososososo much about my son these days. i thought I'd share them with you.

1. I am trying to teach him how to have a polite conversation. He gets the phrases, but it working on his timing and placement of them. Lately, in the mornings, he will look at me and say "Hi Mommy!" ("Hi Noah")--Pause and smile--"It's nice to meet you!"

2. At 32 months, he should be at least partially potty trained by now, but I have been SWAMPED with school, Autumn, etc. and have not been able to consistently teach him. The diapers are annoying, but still easier right now. From time to time, I will be changing him and put powder on him, and he will look up at me and say "Thank you, Mommy." What a sweetie...

3. He likes to pray with me. his favorite people to pray for are Daddy and Uncle Robert, but some nights we just keep going and going and I am amazed at who he remembers and thanks Jesus for!!

4. He is sooooooooo forgiving and loving. I HATE messes. 2 yr olds are masters at messes. I have little patience for anything when I am in school and some things cheat Noah out of time that he should be able to have my 100% attention. He holds no grudges, puts up with my moods, and still gives the biggest hugs ever.

5. He ADORES his sister. When we were letting her cry it out he snuck out of his bed and into her crib to make sure that she was okay (even though he got in trouble for getting out of bed). What a protective big brother. I am so proud of him!

6. Sometimes I hold him like a baby (sorry, some people might think he will regress from that and I'm 'babying" him but I tell myself it's okay because there was such a long time that I couldn't hold him like that) and just stare into his eyes. I say I love you Noah, and he says "I love you too, Mommy." It is an awesome thing.

What a delectable cracker...

2010-10-25T12:27:00.000-07:00

I think that's how you spell it. And, man oh man, that's a Vinta cracker for you! Multigrain, perfect size, crunch, mouthwatering taste. Slap on a chunk of extra sharp cheddar cheese and it's droolmania!

Too bad they only sell them at Trader Joes. TJ is awesome, but about a thirty min drive from my house. Did you know that TJ accepts food stamps? I did not until I called and found out they do. IDK why I was so pleasantly surprised by this fact. I guess peeps in the burbs are hit by the economy too. (As for the "pleasant" part, ecstatic is a better word).

THE BRIDGE CARD: This is a big reason that grocery store prices are RIDICULOUSLY hicked up in the inner city of Detroit. A much greater percentage of patrons use the Bridge card, than cash or credit. Why not charge 3.98 for a bottle of taco sauce? SEVEN DOLLARS for a bag of peanut sized oranges... the state is paying for it anyways. Plus, people without cars are not likely to catch the bus a hundred miles outside the city to pay less. This is crazy to me. There are no grocery store chains in the city limits. Not a Super-Walmart, Meijer, Kroger, or even a Target, etc. Just one Aldi five feet INSIDE the city limits. Whatsupwiththat?

I remember needing diaper wipes for Noah one time, when I was on the West Side. It would have taken me at least 30-40 minutes to get to a Target or other normal priced place. I had to opt for the CVS. Target wipes=1.84 CVS wipes (with about 30 less wipes in the package)=3.89 Total ripoff=more than two dollars...double it for an equal wipes to package ratio!

I was appalled. Esp. considering how many mothers I see waiting for the bus on a daily basis. What choice do they have but to take it up the wazoo to keep their kids wazoos clean? And no wonder they can't crawl out of the inner city financial wormhole. Almost an hour of minimum wage work for barely enough wipes to last a week (if the baby never poops). Add in the price of daycare, ripoff diapers, AND time and transportation to get the baby ready, dropped off, get to work for 7 bucks an hour, take the bus to get the baby, take the bus to the ripoff market, take the bus home, bus, bus, bus, ripoff, ripoff, ripoff...Welfare Check PLEASE!!!!!! CRAZY SOAPBOX MATERIAL HALTING because I have to do my homework:)

Kids raising Kids

2010-10-17T15:57:00.000-07:00

This phenomenon just is mind boggling to me. C and I were driving up 9 mile and we saw a couple and a baby. The female was snuggled up to the male, who had one arm draped protectively over her shoulders and the other arm cradling the baby to his hip. They could not have been older than 13. 14 tops, but that's a stretch.

I instantly want to get judgemental and blame. Blame the parents (where the heck were they at while their children were fornicating?), blame the education system (nice idea to CUT health ed classes), the kids themselves (um, condoms anyone? Oh yeah, YOU ARE 12 YEARS OLD AND SHOULD NOT BE HAVING SEX!!!), the media (objectify women, butts, boobs, sex, etc...which brings me to the next point of beef). Truth is, the Bible said this would happen. Each generation will get worse and worse until the coming of the Lord. At least these kids were trying to play grown up "the right way." No abortion and they seem to be in it together. My heart really goes out to them, but I just can't wrap my mind around it.

Next point of beef: Boobs. Why is it totally okay for men to ogle a female (of practically any age) who is wearing a low cut shirt and push up bra, but I get flack from grown up individuals about breastfeeding my baby in public. I have literally heard it referenced as "gross." ????????????????? Now that's some serious perversion on a large scale!!!!!

GRANDMA!!!!!

2010-10-13T12:10:00.000-07:00

Grandma came to visit today...it was great! She arrived at 10 am, and Autumn woke up just in time to greet her.

She came bearing gifts of clothes for the kids and I, some great job leads for Carlton, and 3 bottles of Melaleuca laundry detergent (she must know that I do about a million loads of laundry a week...)

We went for an outing. Ice cream + pet store = fun fun fun, I love when my mom visits:)

DQ-Glad it stayed open a few extra weeks

Mojo the parrot

Autumn couldn't get enough of the birds

And the kittens couldn't get enough of Noah

Then back to the house for the sign songs DVD

love you mom, can't wait to see you again:)

the tears of a clown

2010-10-12T07:43:00.000-07:00

I used to cry a lot, like all the time. Nowadays, it's turned into more of an "almost cry." For instance, I almost cried at just about every card they read at my friend Deb's baby shower. ESPECIALLY the cheesy ones! I almost cried when Noah dropped a kitchen chair on my foot and it totally swelled up. But I was a "big girl" and bit them back!

I also almost cried yesterday. A little background info: even though N is so totally healthy I still can barely believe it, I have these moments where I just cry. He will look at me a certain way, and it's waterworks. Or, he will struggle with something just a little bit, and I'm a weeping mess. It's like I think of where my boy has come from and want the rest of his life to be perfect and painless!

Yesterday, he was wheezing beyond belief and I decided to give him a treatment before his 1 on 1 teacher arrived. The treatments make him very jittery and what seems to be "disobedient." Imagine an already hyperactive 2 yr old boy downing a double expresso. Make that a triple. He runs into walls, falls on his face, and literally shakes while moving NONSTOP until the stuff wears off. It's a constant "no, stop, don't" and I HATE IT!! But the kid has to breathe...

So his teacher arrived with a super cool box of games and activities to teach and Noah could not control himself. He kept going for the box, making a mess of the current activity, and totally lacked the ability to "wait." The teacher kept saying "Noah, no, stop, don't" and finally "If you will not wait, I will leave and we will have to do this next week."

I bit my lip on that comment bc adults TOTALLY have to follow through on their threats with 2 yr olds. If they don't they will instantly and forever become the kid's doormat...

Sure enough .001 seconds later, Noah jumped up and went back for the box. The teacher packed up and left. I bit back tears as he was leaving. I do not want my kid to be the "bad" kid just because he can't control himself and needs to breathe!!

Hopefully God wants us to move to Florida before he enters "real" school. That way we won't have to wrestle cold and flu season, he won't need the treatments and his self-control will have a chance to mature!! Then mommy will have to find something else to cry about...

(note: The teach felt bad once he recognized that I HAD mentioned the treatment and lack of control issue. He tried to hang out w/ noah outside for a bit before he totally left for good.)

back to school

2010-10-11T20:21:00.000-07:00

is anyone else wishing they just went through the Master's program IMMEDIATELY after ending the Bachelor's?

Some of you probably did this. I did not. Instead, I gained invaluable experience as a basketball coach, tutor, garden committee co-founder, family teacher, wife, professional diaper changer/dishwasher/kitchen floor scrubber, etc. However, experience does not equal degree/diploma. And thus, here we are, back at the beginning of a new quarter in Grad School.

This one should be relatively easy-Prenatal Development. However, I am not looking forward to the hundred plus pages to read by Wed so I can do this discussion. Should be child's play, but I literally carried my books around as I moved about the house with the kiddos today. Did not even open them until about 20 minutes ago.

Hm, so why am I blogging? Oh yeah, to thank you all who pray for me and my family! We are still considering moving to Illinois again. Carlton actually has an interview there next week for an awesome graduate program. Plus the job market is infinitely broader there. Please continue to pray for us, that the Lord would open and close doors and that I would be able to keep my attitude in check this quarter (last quarter, I failed miserably in this area!!). Thanks:)

STRESS!!!

2010-09-29T21:24:00.000-07:00

I get really annoyed when I get stressed out! The irritation just adds more stress to the snowball of anxiety. The Word of God tells me "do not be anxious for anything. Instead, pray about everything." This exact scripture got me through many months of stressfilled situations w/ Noah. Still, today I was very stressed out ALL DAY LONG!!!

What is the cause of this stress? IDK! Maybe it is residual stress creeping in from the past few months of school and kid land. Or the fact that I have not slept for a solid four hours or longer since Noah was born 2 1/2 years ago... After going to Bible Study, sucking down a slurpee and candy bar and attempting a headstand, I must admit I feel much better. I will have to remember this recipe for next time.

the written

2010-09-25T23:23:00.000-07:00

update, that is. (Scroll to the headings if you know or don't)

I'm addicted
I really have a love/hate relationship with facebook. Seriously. How can a grown woman with weeks of schoolwork, loads of laundry and decades of child rearing to do spend night after night on fb doing absolutely nothing? I will LITERALLY spend 3-4 hours on there when I am supposed to be writing about ethical dilemmas or something I could care less about. Well lookahere!! I guess that's why I did not get an A in the Ethics class. I am a moody deactivator too, but then I always jump back on. It's kind of like when it took me almost 6 years to stop smoking completely. Facebook stinks....Bleccchhh!!!

Sewing
I love this. Why did I never take it up before? Oh, I forgot, I did cross stitch an "I love mom" something or other when I was in grade school. And thanks to the middle school home ec teacher, I kind of remember how to sew buttons on... Debra's baby shower is in two weeks so I've really gotta bust a move to finish her baby's quilt. Plus, I will be starting classes again in two weeks, so it's now or never.

Two Kids
Someone once told me that having two kids is 17 times harder than having one. Whenever I find myself with only one, I think that I have just been spoon fed 2 gallons of half melted Cherry Garcia ice cream while I float on a raft in one of those infiniti pools. I actually love and adore having two children. It was the two classes that rocked my world (in a bad way-see below)

Two Classes
Because I thought I would try to be wonderwoman like my friend Becca, I took two online classes when Autumn was 2 months old. Horrible awful no good very bad 2 1/2 months is an exponential understatement. Going from one kid and one class to two kids and two classes is about 80,000,000 times harder. I am sooooo grateful it was only ten weeks. I could have been ruined forever! But God is good and he let me walk right into this mistake to learn a lesson. CALM DOWN AND ENJOY YOUR KIDS, they will give you grandkids before you know it!!!!!!!!!

Three Kids
I have four friends with three kids. Whatupwiththat? My dad would have a heartattack if I wrote a joke about having another one on the way. Don't worry, Dad, I will have to wait till KT Shaw gets pregnant again (we have had 2 pregnancies together), or Donna or Becca who shared the last one with all of us (#4 anyone?).

On to the weightier matters
I have been back in the gym. I have about 15 pounds to go before I reach pre-baby weight. I am determined to get there before the end of the year. Since I only consistently eat three food groups (fruit, veggies, and TOTAL GARBAGE), I think I can make it. Now if you will excuse me, the cherry pie and ice cream I bought are calling my name...

It's been a loooong time

2010-09-25T19:41:00.000-07:00

I had a baby and then school started and I kind of fell off the face of the blogging earth. I am back but now I do not know what to write about. So i will just post some pictures:) Enjoy

"I think my life is about to change..."
(Oh, btw I did not get the "pregnancy mask" it's the shadow from our storm window holder, haha)

Yup! There she is!

She slept for about 2 weeks...(at Debra's wedding)

Then she woke up and tried to eat her brother.

He's such a proud and protective big brother:)

Hangin with the neighbor/friends:)

I need to frame this pic

The cutest dollar I've spent in a looooooooong time...

The Dayton Family

2010-05-06T16:52:00.000-07:00

They are this gangsta rap group from Flint and they have this song called "what's on my mind?" The things on these nice young men's minds are far too obscene for me to type here. I'll opt to let you know what's on MY mind instead...

Social Obligations- I just do not want to answer the phone, go anywhere or see anyone...is this bad??!!! I'm not feeling blue, but still sooooooo beyond tired and not interested in formalities of any sort!

Soreness-boobs, back, stomach, uterus, round ligaments (i didn't even know what these were till they started stretching during pregnancy-hey! no one told me they hurt just as much shrinking back into place!) etc. I really don't want to turn into a vicadin junkie, but hey, a C-Section IS considered MAJOR surgery and I think I would be more comfy if I hadn't quit taking everything about a week ago...

Oh yeah, and ARMS AND HANDS!!! I need a massage at the Good Health walk-up in the mall:) My lovely husband rubbed my shoulders last night and I almost cried from the pain/relief combo!

Beautiful Children. I am sooooooo blessed to have 2 healthy and lovely children.

breastle mania!

2010-04-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

Outline of a typical feeding:

In a matter of seconds, my little darling goes from a state of blissful sleep to that of a seriously tortured pteradactyl.

She poops, gets a new diaper, and poops again.

I feel like I'm going to puke, scream, and die (in that order) from the feeling throughout my entire torso.

In a slightly longer matter of seconds, Autumn goes from fighting the boob like she's in the UFC to hugging it like a teddy bear.

My EXTREME discomfort turns into near ecstasy when my milk lets down.

She decides she hates the boob and pushes off.

Huge explosive poop number 17 of the day...

I bust out the pump with one hand and try to get her to latch with the other.

I drop the pump to try with more diligence and she decides to do it herself.

My other boob starts to leak. Profusely. Through the pad and my bra...

She sucks twice and falls into a coma...

What a weird looking tree...

2010-04-11T11:22:00.000-07:00

I was reading John 15 this morning and it is amazing how the scriptures back each other up. This particular passage is talking about abiding in Jesus and how if we do, we will be pruned (ouch!!) to bear more fruit, if we don't we will be cut, wither, and gathered to be burned (like a dead branch that has been cut off from all nourishment). I love the comparison of us to vegetation. It is just wonderous... It reminded me of the "fiery trials" we will face as Christians, with a slightly different emphasis.

John 15 makes me think of the gardener who loving tends to their crops, day after day, creating an atmosphere for perfection and growth. Also, how a freshly pruned tree always looks kind of funny at first, but then it FLOURISHES into such beauty in a short time:). I am feeling a bit spiritually awkward these days. It is a conviction to stay (abide) in the Lord, and make sure I really seek Him, so that He can use me to bloom for His glory.

Love and Marriage...

2010-03-30T06:20:00.001-07:00

So, I do not opt show the boy much kiddie TV. Mainly because "the man" attempts to brainwash and brand every child in audience (sorry Dora and Diego lovers, it's just an opinion).

However, I do allow my son to watch old reruns of Married with Children with me and the hubby. Hey, quality family time, complete with all the laughs, right?

Um, yeah, well, the subconscious effects have certainly sunk into our little AL...

So what channel is Sesame Street on, again?

The Naptime Tap

2010-03-30T06:05:00.000-07:00

My God is SO BIG!!!

2010-03-27T21:16:00.001-07:00

so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do!! (clap, clap)

Yup, that's Him, God Almighty. Creater of the universe and all that dwell therein. He is AWESOME. Nothing is greater or stronger or more powerful and amazing.

Thank you God, for bringing me through this pregnancy! Thank you for healing me of the fibroid, thank you for using this experience as a testimony for people to see your miracles!! Thank you thank you thank you, Jesus, for dying on the cross and advocating for me so I could be reconciled to my heavenly Father. Thank you for grace and mercy and love!!!!!

The mountains are His, the valleys are His the trees are His handy work toooooooooo!!!

"Commit your way unto the Lord! Trust also in Him and He shall bring it to pass!!!"
-Psalm 37:4-6

Hey Autumn!

2010-03-19T09:35:00.000-07:00

So, our little mama is 33 weeks and some days. She is in the 97% percentile-weighing over 5 pounds!! HER mama has gained 43 pounds-oley canoley! A c-section is scheduled for Wednesday, April 21st at 9am. Her face was comfortably smashed in my right hip socket-the pictures look like she is making fish faces on a window.

Very strange indeed, but I think she has Carlton's lips. She also had fat cheeks, which Noah did not develop for a few months. I hope she gets some of the color changing eyes that run in my family. That would be very cute, especially when she's a teenager and my husband has to be reminded of all the light-skinned, pretty eyed girls he used to chase-lol;). We shall see... and soon!

coffee, etc.

2010-03-09T17:15:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to post b/c it's been a little while. So here is a few minute flow from my brain. Had delicious middle-eastern food tonight while my nephew watched Noah for me. I also worked on this paper that is due in about 10 days. I really like doing homework in restaurants or coffee shops... yum, coffee-decaf, please!!!

Speaking of coffee, I may get to see my oldest friend, Jess-ca, in April. Our friendship began in Kindergarten. We always pretend we are going to get together for coffee. Only thing is she lives in New Jersey and I'm in the good ole hand. It will happen one day, maybe in April!! And wouldn't it be great if she got to meet Autumn??

My son is preciously adorable. So much so that I don't even mind turning into one of those mommies that only talks about her kids. He is learning new words and I am so proud of his development. He seems to know that Autumn is in my belly- he's sooooo gentle and always hugging and kissing it. Can't and won't ever forget that the doctors said he would probably not make it.

My husband is a lovely, smart, funny man. I am soooo grateful that the Lord has seen us through some tremendous ups and downs. My prayers have been answered for renewed love towards him and I am remembering (and seeing) all the many reasons I wanted to be his wife in the first place. We have been through so (ooooooooooooooo) much in our first three years and I am VERY glad that we have many more ahead of us. I actually had a counselor tell me that she knows "seasoned" married couples that would not have been able to stay together through all the trials we've faced. Grace and Mercy abound- Thank You JESUS!

So, I said a few minutes and it's been that. I am feeling so much love toward my friends, family, and people in general these days. I attribute it to the Lord pulling me closer to Him. He is there for me no matter what. I can pour out my heart and imperfections and He listens, loves, changes and heals me. BLESSED, indeed!!!!!

facelift!!

2010-03-02T15:01:00.001-08:00

Thanks to my friend Deb, I have received a blogspot facelift. I love it!! It is a great color scheme for my personality.

So, without further ado, here is my friend Debra. She has recently received a "facelift" of her own! I am so proud of her, she has been doing Jenny Craig for 8 weeks and lost 14 lbs. Go Debra!!

I am slightly disappointed that I have managed to pick up her extra pounds, but she promises to go walking with me once I have Autumn. By the way, Debra likes to point out that my kids are actually hers. Noah does look more like her than me, and loves to talk to her on the phone. She even posted virtual scrapbook pages claiming him as her own: www.livelaughlove.blogspot.com

We met when we were both hired to teach at City Mission Academy. We pray together, text, talk, ramble, laugh and are great at accepting each other without judgment and with lots of love and support. I have only known her since Sept., but I can't imagine my life without her. She is funny and inspiring and faithful to the Lord-among a zillion other attributes... I love you Deb!!!

What's this?

2010-02-28T10:21:00.000-08:00

I was gonna take guesses, but forgot that the nurses had a sense of humor and named Noah's "twin." Isn't that amazing? Carlton said it was almost the size of a football. It weighed 3 times as much as the boy.

I woke up thinking about it today, along with all the miracles that God has allowed me to see. And to think, Autumn weighs almost as much as it did. Plus, she doesn't have to fight it for space-thanks God and big brother for getting it out of the way!!

YIPPEE!

2010-02-26T07:31:00.000-08:00

I have learned tremendous lessons about gratitude in the past two years. Who would have thought I'd be soooo excited about people telling me "You are BIG! or huge, or whatever the daily catch phrase would be." I am like: Wow! Yes, I know! My baby girl weighs over 3 lbs. She is gigantic compared to Noah. Every time she lodges in my hip, I am grateful not to be sitting next to an incubator waiting to have her come home. Now as for the incessant heartburn, I could do without that...

Another thing that I am grateful for is the washer and dryer that are now in our basement! This is AWESOME!!! I love doing laundry now! I take a load downstairs, use the best laundry detergent ever, and a few hours later, I am happily folding away. It TOTALLY beats digging up quarters, lugging a million clothes and Noah to the germ infested laundry mat and waiting for 3 hours with babies screaming, abundant cigarette smoke, and trying to keep him from contracting hepatitis!

These are both things that would probably irritate me if we had not had our "wilderness" experience in Illinois. Others things I used to take for granted: food in the fridge, gas in the car, difficult life lessons... Thank you, Jesus for the gift of gratitude. Please help me to complain less and be grateful more!

"Rejoice in the Lord always, I will say it again: REJOICE!!!"

-Philippians 4:4

DADDY!!!

2010-02-11T19:44:00.000-08:00

Or "Dattt", as Noah calls him...

breathing with bear

2010-02-11T19:29:00.001-08:00

Mr. Noah currently gets between 2 and 6 breathing treatments a day. He will usually get a car, or book, or we sing during the treatments (5-10 minutes each). This day he got his bear-the one from Mr. and Mrs. Barratt.

I found a tiny mask he used to fit in when he first came home.

So we put in on bear.

I don't know why he always leaves his mouth gaping wide during the treatments, but it always makes me smile...

and it's oh, so, quiet....

2010-02-11T19:07:00.000-08:00

I was facebooking. Not doing my homework, not writing my paper, not doing anything productive. Facebooking. I just wanted 10 minutes with no munchkin interruptions. Wanted to spy on my friends and see what they've been up to since I cancelled my account in October. Noah was in his room with the baby gate and I even remembered to put the garbage on top of his changing table.

He was being very quiet. All you mommys know that is not a good sign. Like I said, hooked in facebookland. After about 5 minutes, I called out to him. Usually I get a "Mommy" or another type of babble. Nothing.

When I finally got my self up and down the hall, this is what my little sweetie pie surprised me with...

He smelled so good, he didn't even need a bath!!!

The Big Mama Blues...

2010-02-05T09:53:00.000-08:00

To be more accurate, I would have said "Mama's BIG blues," but it didn't sound right for a title. So what is it about those days when you just feel crummy? And discouraged? And lonely? And more than a bit ungrateful? I hate those days!!

I have also been having one for the past 36 hours. The most annoying part about it is that I have only been StayAtHoming for a week this time. I think it sends me back to isolation days when Noah and I LIVED at the doctor's offices in Illinois.

Everyone says "You're pregnant, you're hormonal." I was before I got pregnant, too. I just feel like a big mess (not big, sizewise-I actually think I'm over that), just bumming around. Noah has been sick this week and I was not feeling well yesterday. I am just soooooooooo tired!

He needs all these extra breathing treatments and feeding him can be a pain in the butt b/c he spends half the time choking. I want to just sleep, but am too anxious or feel guilty about making him sit in his playpen all day. Plus, there's dishes, laundry, all the things that a perfectionist housewife cannot seem to let go. Then I get annoyed because I start feeling like I am doing this all on my own and can I really handle another minute of it?

I keep wondering, how am I gonna juggle all the "mommy and wife business" when I have Autumn, too? Actually, outside of the poo-days, I am usually happy and confident about having 2 kids. However, the flood gates open more frequently and I feel so weak minded sometimes!

I had a mini-spazz when I was on the phone with the third nurse this morning. I hope she couldn't hear it in my voice. Actually I don't care. Thinking "Just another crazy parent" is probably part of her daily routine. I probably deserve it, considering how many times I thought it as a teacher:)

I hung up the phone and had a super huge, and way too long, pity-party. Then I had to recognize that God is not a liar. He will not put more on us than we can handle. This means I must be stronger than I give myself credit for-because of Him!! I called this Parent-To-Parent Support Line (for parents of kids w/ special needs) and started the registration process. Then I did my homework and played with Noah.

Playing with a toddler is one of the most therapeutic things a mommy can do to cure the Mama Blues. I crawled around on the floor, hissing and growling at him while he ran back and forth laughing like a wildman! If only I could maintain the mind frame I have now. Hopefully I got it out of my system. I hate the Big Mama Blues!!!!!

"Eat Eat!"

2010-02-01T17:20:00.001-08:00

Every toddler deserves a self-feeding blog debut. His first words involved eating (cracker, cup, bottle - forget mommy or daddy!). His first clearly spoken double syllable was "Eateat," which he says ALL THE TIME. And eating is a favorite past-time for both of us, so here it is.

Though I don't always like to let him feed himself, I was very impressed with how clean HE stayed with this spaghetti (notice I didn't say anything about the tray). When I got the camera, I actually thought to myself "Maybe we won't need a bath, since he did such a good job.

Just a little on the arms...

and kind of alot on the face...

and now he's noticing it on his arm...

and hand, and now he's smacking himself on the head...

guess we have to have a bath after all!"

Oh well, I'm sure I will be happy for all the extra mess when he is a polished self-feeder by the time Autumn arrives! Right? Um, guys, right???

Snowman!

2010-02-01T17:10:00.001-08:00

These pics are from a few weeks ago, and I have to take advantage of having my mom's camera for the time being. N got these super cute snowsuits from a freind who has yet to meet him (thanks, Nancy!!!). Considering his immune system and lungs, it took me about 6 weeks to let him venture outside in the blue one (it has a tail on the butt).

We have talked quite a bit about the snow. N used to be adamant about it being "hot!!" every time he saw it. I would say "no, you silly baby, it's cold, brrrr." Finally he caught on and started to say "col, burrrrr, burrr, burrr" incessantly whenever we went to the car. Even when there wasn't any snow. For 3-4 minutes at least.

As you can see, he had no idea what to do- just kept saying "col, burrr, burrrrrr" over and over.

I sat him down after about 5 minutes of being a statue.

The action began when he took his glove off and stuck his hand in the snow ("snuhh").

He didn't cry, but kept wrinking up his face saying "snuhhh, col, burrr, burrr." and then kind of whining because his hand stayed so col.

MESSAGE TO KATI SHAW

2010-01-21T18:12:00.000-08:00

Ms. Kati Shaw (aka Mrs. Robby Shaw), I need an email address for you so I can find out what's happening in your life. All our love to you and the boys:)

24 and more!

2010-01-19T19:49:00.001-08:00

So, I went to the doc yesterday for my (enter amount of weeks) check-up. The heartbeat sounds great, and she is kicking like a wild woman. Considering how hyperactive Noah continues to be, I am not surprised that his lil' sis is already giving him a run for his money.

I, however, was very surprised when I hopped on the scale. First of all, I couldn't SEE the scale to read it. Interesting, that has never happened to me before! The biggest shocker came when I sashayed my belly and neck around until I finally got a peek......

Yikes!!! 193??!!! I will certainly weigh 200 pounds by the time this pregnancy is over, another first in my life. Well, the belly IS protruding...

According to everything I am reading, the most that she weighs is, like, 2 pounds?? Then you add the 2 pounds of placenta, a few pounds for bigger boobs, enlarged uterus, some water weight, and, hm, I know I am forgetting something.
um...

no...

no...

probably not...

uh-oh...

There it is!! The "small piece" of chocolate cake I ate at one am the other night, plus the six pieces of pizza I ate at work this one day.

Yeah, that's where the other 18 pounds came from. I'm pretty sure anyways.

Though I have yet to proclaim " I'm eating for two," I am (surprisingly) not freaking out about it. I say surprisingly because I used to run 10-15 miles a week, play basketball every day, and be an overall health nut. I HAVE started going back to the gym. This move was okayed by the doc, since I have passed the 24 week mark. I spent just under 12 minutes on the bike the other day and then I had some Whoppers and Root Beer on the way home. Oh well, at least I almost worked up a sweat!

SO, I say "24 and more" because big baby girl can't decide when she wants her due date to be. It was originally May 11th, then moved into April and now back to May. I guess I will just tell people "whenever God decides." Noah taught me that due dates are pretty much irrelevant, anyways!

(Man, that kid makes me look pale-lol!)

Quarantine! (and some pictures)

2009-12-04T21:15:00.000-08:00

Did I spell that right? Anyhow, we are, indeed. Noah was discharged from the hospital today. Good thing I am going to be staying at home again in three weeks. That kid likes the schedule of 3-4 doctor appointments a week. I spent the entire morning on the phone setting up asthma clinics, swallow studies, renal specialities, and the list goes on. It's what he needs and I am almost a pro at it (from all the time at the docs in Illinois). ***THIS PARAGRAPH WAS WRITTEN 3 WEEKS AGO***

We found out we are having a girl. There is a name that we both really like, but I'll keep it hush for now. She is apparantly bigger than we expected. My due date has been pushed up to April. I am almost past the time when I delivered Noah, which is just amazing. We are very excited that our family is growing (though some days I wish my belly wouldn't grow quite so quickly-a stretching uterus is hard to explain).

Noah got to practice sharing already. I went shopping for him with a gift card and couldn't resist a cute little girl outfit. She will be spoiled for sure. There are SO MANY boys on my husband's side of the family. On mine, the current b to g ratio of grandkids is 4 to 1. It's over for her, because I can't stand to see little spoiled kids (the teacher in me...).

Noah has been practicing becoming potty trained. For now, it's just fun and games. I think I will try to keep it that way-I hear the boys can be a bit resistant. Plus, we still have 4 months to get it down pact. He is already a pro at feeding himself, and a pretty good listener. Now, if only I could get him to do his own laundry by April...

I am about to start my third Master's class. The books came last week. I'm pretty excited because both classes so far have been very interesting. This one will focus on Educational Theories and the History of Psychology behind them. I don't really know what that means, but it will make me a more aware ex-teacher!

About 6 weeks ago, I discovered that I am a bad mommy. (Really, I'm a great mom, but hear me out). It has been 6 months, SIX MONTHS since I've snapped a picture of my munchkin. This discovery was made with my friend Stacey on the phone. She revealed that she has been taking pics of Noah since Sept. She has been watching him a few days a week for us. It is great because she is great, and Noah gets to play with her son, Josiah. They also used to have a pug- Frankie. So, I hope you enjoy the pictures. Now if I could only find the charger for our camera... It has been MIA since we moved in June.

Still a baby!! (pre-walking)

The chubbiest of cheeks...

This has to be one of my all-time favorites!

Hey Josiah!

Frankie the dog.

He has so much fun playing with Josiah and Stacey!

Knocked out- now that's some good eatin'!

Hack-A-Mania

2009-11-30T18:31:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's true... Mr. Noah is back in action. Not only did he have 3 doctors appointments last week and two today, but he decided to be readmitted to the hospital last night. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to go back to work.

Actually, I do. We have been so broke for so long and I wanted to go back to work (deep down for selfish reasons). I convinced myself that he was healthy enough to handle being cared for by family members as opposed to day care. The truth is, he still needs to be at home. He is very sick this time. Seriously, I was scared. It reminded me of the day when they told us we were probably going to loose him. Okay, so he wasn't quite THAT sick, but it caused a serious flashback, nonetheless.

He has RSV. The dreaded RSV. The one that he used to get $1000 a month shots to avoid. Well, he has it. He needs constant oxygen and just kinda lays there. They cannot treat it, because it is a virus. So they treat the symptoms (cough, fever, low oxygen levels). My baby boy. I will most definitely be returning to the status of Stay at Home Mom. Probably very soon.

For those of you that continue to pray for us, thank you so much. I can feel the covering of your prayers. My fear only lasted a very short time as I went to the Lord in prayer (again and again He has blessed me with His powerful peace). Philippians 4:6-8. I will stand by this scripture as my lifeline with all of my Noah experiences.

Love you guys-STAY HEALTHY!!!

Welcome back!

2009-11-21T19:37:00.000-08:00

(To myself)
I love blogging. My virtual journal, complete with access to my friend's personal journals. Sitting here for the last 20 mintues and snooping through your lives is SUCH an unwind for me.

Well, I have lots of new news for all of ya'll. Facebook infected my computer and sent messages containing viruses to many of my friends. I hope it did not infect your computer... I think the culprit was this AWESOMELY FUN game called Word Challenge. It is a timed anagram game that I was heavily addicted to.

One day I was playing and the screen started going NUTS!!! After that, our computer was never the same. DO NOT PALY WORD CHALLENGE!!! Even as I wrote that, I have pangs of regret that I cannot play it.

Of course, my Master's Program is online and the website and assignment pages could no longer be consistently accessed. I spent hours on the phone (with Capella Tech Support) trying to post a single assignment on time. I thought about throwing the computer out the window, or driving over it in my car.

Our puppy helped me out when she chewed through the power cord in 1 second flat. (We no longer have her because she pooped worms on the kitchen floor-ick and TOTALLY a seperate blog-though she is in the loving home of my Mother-in-law for theose of you bleeding heart hippies who feel bad for having a neglectful pet owner friend like me).

So the replacement power cords are TOTALLY ripoff prices and the computer is TOTALLY infected anyways. I decided to try to do ALL of my research and coursework at work.

For those of you who have an inkling of what goes on in the life of a teacher, you know I am insane for imagining this as a possible solution. Your empathetic insanity will multiply if you are also taking online Master's research classes.

In my school, we do not have planning time each day or computers in our room. Just kids, kids, and more kids, all day long, except for recess and lunch. Long story short, the past 5 weeks did not pan out according to MY plans. I began to envision my GPA self-destructing as my assignments were inevitibly later and later.

I have meetings twice a week after school, VERY needy children (and parents who need to talk to me throughout my lunch break), and did I mention that I have to leave work twice a week EARLY to get Noah to his therapy? Thankfully, I have a very understanding professor who is allowing me to take an incomplete. That still knocks my 4.0 down, but hey, that's life...

Ah yes, I am going to be a momma times two. Yes, it's true. I said "ah, yes" because I forgot what the other news was. I am not kidding you, I don't know how I manage to speak in complete sentences these days. Then I think about it and realize "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me." -Philippians 4:13.

So, I am SUPER excited about baby # 2. We will find out if it is a boy or girl in one month. I bought Noah a book called "Hello New Baby" and he loves it! (I'm sure he has no idea what it really means, but there are bottles and bibs and a bath and I like to pretend that he is, indeed, a genius who understands that when he rubs my belly, he is loving our new baby, and that this book is his training for big brotherhood).

Excuse the runon sentence supreme, but I do enough editing with my kiddos at school. So, despite the truth of God's word, I am going to have to make a decision soon about my time committments.

Something has got to go... school or work, work or school, which makes the most sense? Which is the right path for our family? I'm sure the Lord will reveal as He always seems to do. And don't worry, I will let you all know when He does.

Proverbs 3:6:
"In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths."

If you are KT Shaw, please contact me sometime in the next 6 years: 248-761-1627.

Thanks for listening, fellow bloggers!!

Hospital time, again! 10/10/09

2009-10-10T19:07:00.000-07:00

(The actual date of this post is 10/10/09. The only task that has taken longer for me to complete is sending my friend Erin a birthday card. The card has been sitting on my desk, ready to be mailed, since August 10th. What is my world coming to??!!)

Noah will become a hospital connousseur, if he's not careful. He aspirated (again) about 2 weeks ago. My amazing hero of a husband preformed the baby heimlich (aka back smacks, finger sweeps) for a very long time. Noah finally started coughing, but then ended up choking again. He got this rash-of sorts- on his face and neck called petekeye. It basically looked like red freckles-irritated or burst tiny blood vessels. Just a reminder to me of how hard he was choking.

His new hospital is called Children's of Michigan. The staff is nice and the food is good. For those of you that don't know, the DMC (Detroit Medical Center) is 6 or so hospitals all in one area. They are connected by underground tunnels. I had fun exploring when Noah was finally asleep!

He stayed for 5 nights and 5 days. The grandparents came through in a huge way. Mom came down from Saginaw for the entire week, Granny Ann gave mom a hand when Noah decided to throw up and poop repeatedly for an entire evening (while still in the hospital). Mommy and Daddy were at home for that one-thanks, Grammas! Grandpa Lyndell and my dad came to play and buy Noah his zillion medicines and new formula-thanks Dad! So the Bible says that "Children are a blessing from the Lord." -Psalm 127:3. I totally agree, but am convinced that parents are as well.

Also visiting were Aunt Karla, Uncle (okay, so not yet) Dave, and Cousin Travis. Plus, Grandma Mary and Uncle Juan. Man, that boy is LOVED!!! What a difference being back in Mich.

The Noah update is that he is okay. He is on some new mediations-one is Pulmacort to help his lungs become stronger. They also increased his reflux medication and put him on a strict "dysphagia" diet. This means no solid foods, 2-3 small jars of baby food and three bottles a day. He has been off bottles for over a month now... The bottles can only be eaten at a rate of one ounce every 5-10 mnutes (the docs said 1 oz. every 20 minutes, but I said "FORGET THAT!!! What are they, INSANE??!!").

Of course he is not too fond of this new diet, but actually starting to get used to it. The child is much more patient with this than I am. He will be getting Therapy 2 times a week and they will work with him, increasing his strength and coordination so he can advance to different foods eventually. He will also be followed by a bunch of specialists (no new news there). He looks so healthy and has come so far. I am grateful he will continue to get the support he needs. When we initially had him evaluated in Michigan, he did not qualify for therapy like he did in Illinois.

Okay, that's about all she wrote!

(I wanted to post pics, but the only ones I have are from eons ago, so all in due time...)

hello goodbye

2009-07-13T12:34:00.000-07:00

all you beatles fans can join me with that song in your head.

I am saying goodbye to my selfish ambitions of being a professional lazy bum. I am saying hello to an online master's program.

I am saying goodbye to late nights of movie watching and twix bars. hello (hopefully) new job starting at 8 am, and twix bars, I guess they can stay.

goodbye to being a SAHM (Lord-willing) and hello to family members helping care for my little guy. yikes, that means hello to a slew of new germ hiding spots, more big bottles of hand sanitizer and hello baby vitamin c tablets (who am I kidding? I'll be giving him ADULT sized doses, thank you very much) but I guess that's also hello to more faith that the Lord will continue to keep my son healthy!

goodbye to thoughts of Virginia Home for Boys and Girls or Thornwell Home in SC, hello to reaching out to those in need in my own neighborhood (and there are MANY). goodbye unemployment, hello AMAZING career for my wonderful husband.

goodbye facebook and blogging, hello capella courseroom discussions. (ok, ok, so I'll still be on there for procrastination purposes...)

goodbye bad attitude, hello (again) to renewal through Jesus Christ. goodbye to 28, hello to 29 years of life.

"you say goodbye, and I say hello....hello, hello. i don't know why you say goodbye, I say helooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-ooooo-o, helloooo"

with love, to my sis...

2009-06-28T18:40:00.000-07:00

GOTCHA!! hehehe

Today was a great day. Here's my recap: I've been praying for patience lately and this am, I didn't even mind that we were late for church (usually I'm annoyed, irritated, or angry). The message was EXACTLY what I needed to keep my spirit up and running, and to make me think about some changes i need to make. Then we had visitors and one young man stood and gave a testimony. Having visitors at church makes me sooooo happy.

I continued to be provided with patience as it seemingly took FOREVER to get home after church, and, just as I was getting ready to visit my family, lost my glasses. It really barely phazed me. I guess by now, I should be used to it. They disappear from time to time and once I even DROVE over them with my CAR before I managed to find them... So, my PATIENT wonderful husband turned them up and I was on my way!!!

Anyhow, I arrived at my cousin's just in time for Noah to meet:
Aunt Joy, Erin, Baby Qwill, and Peyton (and I got hugs from them all!! Oh yeah, except Peyton lol). They were on their way out, but the timing of the Lord provided. I really love my cousin and aunt and I barely get to see them. It was great-ten minutes? I'll take it!!

Next we got to see Aunt Pat, U. Ed, Angie, Mom, Karla, Travis, and then Noah finally met Christine, Jeremy and Gracie. It is soooo cool to introduce my big healthy boy to so many who have prayed for him, but never actually seen him. The food was tasty, Noah loved the pool, and I delivered a special package to my precious darling sister. Yeah, karla, that's right...

Love my family and thank God that we could see them today. What a blessing!!!

PS Noah had a "gift" of his own for his auntie!!

BIG news!!!!

2009-06-24T15:20:00.000-07:00

Well, my big toenail just fell off. I know, it might not be the news you were expecting, but blogworthy, nonetheless!! I jammed both my big toes playing basketball months ago. They both turned grotesquely blue and I found the injury online. It's called "The Black Toe."

A few people asked me why I had only painted 2 of my nails. So finally, I painted them all. And today, my husband accidentally stubbed his toe into mine. Viola, there it was. A big half pink toenail hanging by a bit of dead toenail thread. It didn't hurt, but felt VERRRRRRY weird.

It's so intriguing that I want to keep it. If I were still in college, I'd probably mail it to someone I know and wait for them to tell me about their "package." Maybe I'll put it in a cup of coke and see how long it takes to disintegrate.

Any other ideas??? Don't worry, I'll try to take and upload a pic soon. Or, if you want, I could send it YOUR way (Karla-hahahahahahahaha).

baby no more...

2009-06-10T19:50:00.001-07:00

I always hear people say "what happened to my baby? (s)he's grown up sooo fast!" And now it's happened to me... Here's the proof:

unmotivated

2009-06-03T12:42:00.000-07:00

that's what i am. don't wanna cook, nor clean, nor so nuthin. grammer, spelling, capitalization, none of that jazz.. just wanna sit here and sit. mmmmmmm. sit and that's it.

So, it's been awhile since I blogged about anything. I think I will talk about bullies. I was just watching out my window and this kid pushed this other kid on the ground. Then they had a little tussle, which turned into a big tussle. The bully got up and appeared to be kicking the other guy while he was still on the ground.

He spun on his heel and started to walk away like the "big shot" I'm sure he is. The "little guy" must have said something (or nothing at all...), cuz the bully turned back around and shoved him on the ground. Then he proceeded to saunter (and I mean SAUNTER) up the street toward his bully buddy and high five him like a CHEIF!!! Infuriating, to say the least.

I watched this all from my window, and thought "Why am I not saying something to this child?" I actually said aloud "Someone need to punch THAT kid. It should be me..." but I did nothing. There are two reasons I stood by:

1. The kid could be the next candidate for some weird orientation and I don't want him remembering my address.

2. His mom might come a'knockin and I have had enough in my lifetime of parents who turn the other cheek to their children's behaviors.

There is a book I used to read called "Teacher Talk." The premise being that children should be verbally nurtured (ex: instead of "DON'T RUN!!!", say "walk, please."). Additionally the author seemed to believe (as I once did) that there is no such thing as a bad child, just bad choices.

After 2 1/2 years in the public school classroom, I'll tell you something. Actually a few somethings...

1. "Please respect Darryl's space" is a poor substitute for "Get your hands off Darryl before I suspend your butt!!"

2. There IS such thing as a bad child-usually the by-product of a bad (or missing) parent.

Not that I have it all figured out, certainly NOT THAT. Just that it's upsetting to see people who do not care. Am I one of those people? I should have run out and grabbed the bully by the scruff of his neck. In the old days, that would have been expected and accepted by the community. If I'm not there, you get him for me!!! Kids these days have too many rights, in place of an ounce of respect. I guess that's all part of the plan. As the Word of God says:

"This know also, that in the last day, perilous times shall come. For men shall be...disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy...incontinent, fierce, despisers of God. Traitors, heady, highminded. Lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God"
-1 Timothy 3:1-4

Yes, indeed. I can be pretty high-minded myself. If I'm gonna be honest, I have more than a few choice words and judgements for that kid AND his mom. Oh boy, the Lord still has some WORK to do on me... Thank God for another day!!!

r u serious

2009-04-28T19:15:00.001-07:00

So, last might I made lasagna for the first time ever. It was delicious. I went to buy some ricotta cheese, but reading the label confused me. Who would want a "sweet dessert cheese" in their lasagna? Weird. Next I went to check out the Feta. Can you believe that a dinky little 4 oz container cost 6 dollars??!!! What?! It must have come from a pristine baby llama or something. So, I settled for good ole Mozzarella. Again, the outcome was "yum," so whatever.

I must say that I will be glad to leave behind the Jewel prices. A bag of Doritos was on sale for almost 4 dollars. No wonder we've been so broke...

Here's a list of things that I will not miss about Chicagoland:
-the worst and longest rush hour I have ever seen in 28 years (sunup to sundown)
-people honking at me to "DRIVE!" b4 the light even turns green
-the sun setting at 4pm in the winter
-the -20 windchill
-afforementioned prices at the Jewel/Osco

Here's a list of things that I will dearly miss about Chicagoland:
-Donna and Laura-these ladies are like kin to me, even though I never actually SEE them
-The Mt. Prospect library
-A park every mile or so
-A great job w/ a very understanding boss
-The mile long lake that is across the street from my apt. building (perfect for runs that I rarely go on.)
-The view from my balcony
-random glimpses that I catch of the Sear's Tower in the distance...
-an outstanding public trasnportation system (that I NEVER use, but it's nice to have options)

Motor City or Bust!!!

Well, excuse me (for real!!)

2009-04-13T01:27:00.000-07:00

Manners. Somewhat over-rated, but always appreciated, right?

So, Carlton, Noah, Juan (my-brother-in-law), and I went downtown to pick up our nephew, Terrence, from the bus stop. The plan was to take them to Ed DeBevic's without telling them a thing about it. (If you don't know, Ed's is a burger joint where the waitstaff are totally rude to the customers.) We began to set the scene before leaving the house:

Carlton: "Honey, we could probably just eat downtown."

Me: "Sounds great, I really want a burger, I'm sure we can find something..."

Juan: (unsuspecting)no comment

Once we got to the bus stop, the Chicago natives helped with the set-up:

Bus Security Officer: "You all unloading? Well you're gonna have to hurry up!!!"

Cars and Taxi Drivers:(HONK!!!!HONK!!!!!HONKHONKHONKHONK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Terrence to Juan: "Dang, they honk a lot."

Carlton: "Yeah, they do that here." (additional conversation about the fast paced and self-centered life in a big city)

So, we arrived and went inside the restaurant. Carlton and I couldn't wait to sit down. We actually had to sit next to each other, or we would have DIED laughing and spoiled the whole thing.

Long story short, the waiter REALLY cut into Juan. Here are a few of my favorite pictures:

My brother-in-law is incredibly patient and sweet, but the guy was very good at his job. At one point, Juan jeered and threw a napkin toward the man in utter disgust. Here's a pic just before the throw...

"Big Chopper" the rudest dude in town (really, he was THAT good!!!)

We had EXCELLENT burgers, Noah ate a ton of sweet potato puffs, and we never did tell Juan or Terrence what was going on. They are completely convinced that Chicagoians are some of the rudest folks around!

(First time in a restaurant high chair-thoroughly sanitized by yours truly...)

If you know anyone with a short fuse or a really good sense of humor, I highly recommend Ed's- on the corner of Ontario and N. Wells. Happy eatin'!

Well, EGGSCUSE ME!!!!!

2009-03-31T23:24:00.000-07:00

So, really. Has it come to this? I know we're all about conserving and cutting costs and all, but this is absolutely ridiculous!!

I went into the gas station to buy some gallons at $2.14 a pop, and my eyes beheld a fantastic sight!! The Cadbury Creme Egg "station" is back!! I love, and I mean LOVE those things. I don't even want to imagine what I'm actually ingesting into my body when I eat them, but that's beside the point.

So I investigate to see if they have the Snickers kind-which are almost as good as original. They don't so I grab a beauty-ful blue, red and yellow aluminum egg and go to pay. The guy's like "If you buy 2, you save 50 cents." Talk about a steal!!!!Actually, I just heard the "buy two" part. He could have said "Buy two for $5.00" and it would have been fine by me. (There is no exaggeration when I say the things make me drool. profusely.)

As I'm walking back to get an egg compadre, I notice that this egg seems kinda skimpy. I comment on it and the guy's like "Yeah, I noticed that, too." He proceeds to ring me up for, like, $1.39 or something outrageous like that.

I look down at the pair and it hits me that the two combined are not as big as I remember one being. What are they, selling chocolate JELLYBEANS now??!!! I am sadly disappointed as I walk to my car "weighing" my purchases in each hand. There can't possibly be enough of that confectious-sugar artificial asbestos filling to satisfy my craving-this is a travesty!

Seriously, didn't the eggs used to be 50 cents each? The thing that gets me the most is that the company is so cheap they're using the same size wrappers and they're all big and crunchy-looking around that teeny, tiny, ripoff, cheapskates, oozy, mouth-watering, cadbury bunny/chicken noises, yummy, delicious, indulgent, oh so delightful...ok, ok, I'm a sucker for cavities, what more can I say?

PS If you see any of the Snickers ones, get me some-I'll pay you back with interest!

One more time for the man in blue...

2009-03-24T19:57:00.000-07:00

Oh little Noah...child of mine...sweet little darling..you love to drive mommy bonkers...yum, bonkers...

Yesterday morning I had a serious case of De'Ja'Vu (however you spell that). My munchkin began waking up and whine/grunting at 2 am. He whined/grunted his way into the wee hours of daylight, and then began to whine/grunt/cough. I say DJV because this exact order of events occured three weeks ago when the stinker wound up in the ER with pneumonia...

And here we are again, our favorite top of the line children's hospital. Tonight is night 2. This time he managed to pick up the RSV virus, in addition to viral pneumonia. Like I said "oh, child of mine."

He's already an active little guy, so when they decided to pump him full of steroids and breathing treatments every 2 hours, I couldn't have been more overjoyed. I mean, who wouldn't want their baby to ingest the equivalent of a double espresso every 90 minutes??

Yes, I am being sarcastic- I'm actually SO glad I have the opportunity to spend these visits with him (as opposed to having to work, or whatever and leave him by himself).

Long story short, we both are good, neither of us have slept more than 4 hours in the last 36, but he's getting his last dose of "baby coffee" as we speak. My pillow's lookin extra cozy and I'll keep you all updated. He is still smiley and happy as ever, he just sounds like he's drowning when he breathes. (My friend used that to describe when HER son had RSV- it is a very accurate description). Love you guys!!!

fun fun for everyone!

2009-02-28T11:17:00.000-08:00

Just when I thought "Yes, we made it through cold & flu season..." The little guy started to choke on his medicine. I have to mix the newest one with water, and he can't seem to handle the "thin" consistency. So, he sputtered and spattered and I continued to force it down the hatch.

Less than 36 hours later, I was driving him to good 'ole Lutheran General Hospital. He had developed a case of Aspiration Pneumonia, with 2 (yes, TWO) cold viruses, and a high fever in tow. Thankfully, the pneum was caught VERY early, and the fever subsided overnight.

We have been here for 3 days and 3 nights this time. He's had multiple breathing treatments, a slew of meds, some pricks, pokes, and tons of fun setting off the monitor for 5 1/2 hours straight (no exaggeration). Right now he's trying to figure out how to unhook his lead while standing straight up against the bars of his crib. At least he'll come home with some new tricks to keep us on our toes!!!

Rub A Dub Dub

2009-02-13T19:08:00.000-08:00

Three kids in a tub, and who do you think they be?

Ethan, Ryan, and Noah.

Turn them out!

Knaves, ALL THREE!!

Well, the little stinkers had a field day last Friday (at the near expense of my sanity!!). Let's start with a bit of background information, shall we?

Culprit #1: Ethan, 3 years, big brother, frequently goes through "I don't like Kelly, she's scarrrry." stages

Culprit #2: Ryan, 1 year, little brother, gets veerrrrryyy quiet when making large messes

Culprit #3: Noah, 10 months, son of nanny, watches the big boys like a hawk and crawls all over the place

Nanny: Me, 27 years old, has issues with perfectionism, slightly intimidated by father of first 2 culprits (due to issues with perfectionism, coupled with the fact that he is my employer's husband aka "The Man of the House")

So, Friday AM started off like any other Friday. The main difference was that Linda (the mom) would be working late and Alex (the dad) would be taking the kiddos to someone's house for dinner.

Noah and Ryan were crawling all over the floor (and each other),
when Ethan entered his latest stage. "Ethan, do you want cereal, or oatmeal?" I asked. "I don't like you Kelly," he said. "It's time for breakfast" I replied. "I don't like Ryan. I don't like Noah. I don't like Kelly." Oh boy...I thought.

I decided to give Ethan some space for awhile, and he and Ryan went upstairs. Following at a safe distance, I peeked in at them. They were running around their parents room, but playing "nicely" with each other. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I went back downstairs to make sure Noah hadn't crawled off down the street.

The big boys reappeared shortly and went into the sun room. Ethan eyeballed me as he shut the glass door to close them in. I took a deep breath and thought "detach, he's only three, don't join the battle..." I finished up the dishes and walked into the living room. I couldn't physically SEE the big boys, but also didn't hear any yelling or crying, so I settled down on the rug with Noah.

Suddenly I realized that I didn't hear ANYTHING. At all! Remembering Captain Destructo (aka Ryan) and his amazing mess making talents, I jumped up, and found myself face to face with this:

Ethan was quick to explain: "We're pirates!!" Well, it certainly looked like Ryan had an eye patch. Eye patch, black eye, same difference. (You can see it WAY better in the bath pictures below).

In to the tub they went...

(Ryan kind of looks like a member of ICP. For those of you who don't know, ICP is the Insane Clown Posse, and they have scarrrry make-up. Their music is pretty scarrrry, too!)

For some odd reason, soap does nothing to remove lipstick from a child's skin. Ryan's blonde hair had turned into dark pink bangs, and I began imagining Alex coming home to take the little "pirates" to their dinner plans. My blood pressure was on a steady rise as I called my mom, my husband's mom, and finally, my friend Donna. She hopped on the internet and advised that I find some baby oil, and give it a whirl.

Unfortunately for Ryan, mommy's lipstick was extremely long lasting. I say unfortunately because he has very sensitive skin, and despises for his face to be wiped, or even touched (let alone SCRUBBED THREE TIMES throughout the day). Needless to say, he was more than ready for his nap:

In the meantime, Noah found a way to have some fun of his own.
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Of course, it was Alex's dresser drawer, and my little refluxer left a signature puddle on the floor in front of it. Aye, yaye, yaye! The handle was tricky to get back on, and he immediately went for it again.

Like I said; KNAVES!!! (Not that I know what that word means, but judging by context clues, I think it fits!)

Uh-Oh, a hazard (um, I mean, a crawler!)

2009-01-30T19:34:00.000-08:00

Okay, so the stinker is really getting around. It's very cute, and I'm so excited. NOT! He is constantly spewing spit out of every side of his mouth as he travels from here to there. The accompanying noises are HILARIOUS! However, combine the oral developments with his new favorite toys and we have a serious hazard on our hands.

Despite hoards of multi-colored balls, bells, and rattles, the child wants nothing to do with any of it. Ignoring a growing chew-toy collection, he continues to seek out electronic devices and their cords. The X-Box, computer, controllers, cell phone, just now he was chewing on the dehumidifier.

"Why don't you baby proof?" you may be asking yourself. I echo your inquiry. Why don't I baby proof? I have an even better plan. I am going to fill his play area with every cord I can get my hands on. Different colors, lengths, textures, you name it! Then I'm going to blockade all the "safe" baby toys in a corner somewhere, just out of his reach. Maybe then, he'll actually play with them!

pictures for Grandpa

2009-01-25T18:20:00.000-08:00

the beginning of the end

2009-01-20T20:22:00.000-08:00

The baby is trying to crawl. He gets up on his hands and knees and then does a face dive into the carpet! It is soooo funny, and he laughs too! Two nights ago, I laid him down on his back and went to get something in the kitchen. I came back into the room completely perplexed and amazed...

The kid was about 3 feet removed from where I lay him. He somehow managed to get himself to the computer cord, and X-box cord, both at the same time, both in his mouth, and one in each hand. Now how in the world did he do all that without actually crawling?? My husband said "This is the beginning of the end."

Peter Cottontail

2009-01-15T20:37:00.000-08:00

There's this children's song about a rabbit named Peter Cottontail... Perhaps you've heard it? If not, never fear! I will write the lyrics here for you to enjoy. First, you must know that I make up my own lyrics when I'm not sure how a song goes, or if I don't like certain words.

I remembered this song on a whim last spring. We were driving up to visit Noah at about 3am and saw this cute little bunny jumping around in the bushes. Wow, what a lengthy intro, I'm sure the suspense is just about killing you. So, without further ado,

"Here comes Peter Cottontail,
hoppin' down the bunny trail,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!
Hoppin bunnies hand in hand,
hoppin all across the land,
hippity hoppity hoppin all the way!"

I wish I could sing it to you, because it is VERY fun to sing over and over (and over again). I like to sing it when I am nannying.

Speaking of rabbits, these kids love, and I mean LOVE them some carrots. I boiled a batch for the 1 yr. old to try and the 3 yr. old snatched them up and ate them off the little guy's highchair. Then a different day, I handed the 3 yr. old a handful to "give these to your brother please." He shoveled them into his mouth en route to the highchair and the 1 yr old ended up with one half of one carrot.

Strange, I thought kids were supposed to hate their veggies. The first time I fed them to my son, I said to my cousin "Noah's about to try carrots for the first time. Perhaps I'll get a carrot facial." she responded "DEFINITELY a possibility...at least it will be good for your eyes."

Here's some pics of my little cottontail enjoying 3 (count 'em THREE!!!) baby food containers of the orange mushy goodness.

(in this one, he just finished knocking the spoon and the container of carrots onto the floor)

("FEEEEEEED ME, Daddy!")

("Uhhhh, I think I'm gonna barf")

Oh yeah, and one more little tidbit: I bought some baby carrots tonight and boiled them and mixed them in the blender. Then I filled all the empty baby food containers with the mush and stacked them in the fridge. Hm. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be (to "make my own baby food."). However, did I loose all the nutrients in the water? Oh well, Peter will still gobble them up, I'm sure!

why is it that

2009-01-13T14:28:00.000-08:00

1. I can never find my keys
2. If I've got my keys, I don't know were I put my license, or glasses, or something else...
3. I'm never tired when Noah is napping
4. I'm very sleepy when he is about to wake-up
5. It gets dark here at 4pm (4 O'CLOCK P-M PEOPLE!!!)
6. I run out of shaving gel halfway through my second leg
7. I never get sick of Taco Bell's 7 layer burritos (even though I feel like barfing after each one I've eaten) Yum!
8. My pregnant friend doesn't want me to see pictures of the baby belly (yeah, you know who you are!!!)
9. (One added by me dear friend) Why is it that I am always ten minutes late for work, no matter what? Actually, I am always ten minutes late, period.

On that note; gotta make a run for the border! Oops, I mean on "that note" being note number 7...

POWER-give it a chance!!

2009-01-06T17:40:00.000-08:00

The pictures on this post may make you upset(?). It's not my intent; they are of Noah when he was very sick. At the time, I took them because I knew they would be an ultimate testimony to the grace of God. I have only recently felt comfortable sharing them with anyone. I figure I might as well share them with everyone, because I hope that anyone who reads this blog will take a moment to consider God's love...

Other than "Now I lay me..." I never spent much time in prayer before. When I say before, I mean before the last year and a half of my life. Especially this past year. Many times it takes hardship for someone to turn to the Lord. I certainly found Him to be my strength through the trials of 2008.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the Power of Prayer. It is just majestic to be in the presence of the Lord, and be able to speak to Him. I have seen Him answer prayers first hand, and hope that you take a minute to read about it...

Often times, pre-mature babies are neurologically traumatized by their stay in the NICU. In place of a quiet, dark womb; glaring lights, LOUD beeping machines, pokes, prods, and other intrusions abound. Many preemies have fussy early childhoods as a result of the shock to their underdeveloped nervous systems. As you can see by Noah's pics, he has managed to escape this (and many other) "side effects" of an extremely early birth.

When Noah was born, I received many emails asking if he could be added to prayer lists. The requests increased after he fell deathly ill at 2 weeks old. Here are some pictures of him afer his transfer to a higher level NICU...

That is a normal-sized computer screen to the left of his bed.

They had to leave him out of an incubator because he needed so much care.

His skin started peeling off and his entire body swelled up the following day. (I did not take any pictures of that, thought these would be enough!)

We kept talking to him, and he finally peeked at us!

As he neared his discharge, his nurses told me there had been many days when they believed that he would not make it. One said "Babies in his condition usually have LOTS of complications, or die." He made it through sepsis (toxicity of the blood, which also caused his kidneys to fail, and damage to his lungs), and NEC (Necrotizing Endercolitis), without a single surgery.

I remember once when his neighbor was having surgery. The baby was only about 4 lbs. and had the cutest little cry. His father was sitting in a rocking chair ten or so feet away as the doctors worked on his little son. It was heart-wrenching to watch in an already tramatic environment.

I do not want anyone to say "Oh my gosh, poor Kelly," or "You are so strong," or anything like that. I want you to realize that my son was protected by the absolute Power of Prayer.

Of course, you don't have to take my word on it. But if you want to know, there is a scripture to back it up...

Today, I read Amos chapter 7. In this specific chapter, God is fed up with the Israelites. He sends Amos 3 visions of the destruction of His people. Amos prays (verse 2)"...Oh Sovereign Lord, please forgive your people! Unless you relent, Israel will not survive, for we are only a small nation" (verse 3) "So the Lord relented and did not fulfill the vision 'I won't do it.' He said."

I encourage you to take a moment and enter into the presence of God, through Jesus Christ. I hope you will take (even) a moment to talk with your Heavenly Father today, and experience His power...

Move over, Mylanta!

2008-12-31T00:59:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if Mylanta is the one that cures constipation, or not, but we have discovered an interesting alt-remedy for Noah's constipation. Yes, now that I'm a mom, my discretion has gone out the window (if you know me well, you're probably asking yourself "what discretion?!").

The kid will not go for days and days... Then, like clockwork, when we're out in public, he starts making these funny LOUD noises that sound like a squeaking puppy. Sure enough, the air is soon filled with a lovely aroma...

He has done this new trick at the library, the doctor's office (when I did not have his diaper bag because we were only there for a FIVE MINUTE shot!!), at Donna's house (moments after our arrival), and today, at the bank. Talk about a converstion starter!!!

Yea For Big Boys!!!

2008-12-29T18:57:00.000-08:00

ReCap of Last Week:

Noah and I got to play with the big boys last Monday. Unfortunately, the big boy shoes were left at home. We did have fun, though!!

(For those of you that don't know, Donna is my germphobe pal. For the first few months that we knew each other, she did not touch my kid and I did not touch hers. We admired from afar and eyed each other's sanitization habits.)

Thursday marked the coolest thing ever for me... my 2 guys and I took a REEEAAALLLLLLLYYYYYY long nap together!! (Who would have thought that a 3-person nap would ever be a highlight???)

On Friday night, Laura and John watched Senor Wiggleworm for our first date in months... Laura reported that John and Noah watched football, and Noah learned some plays! She also lent me a book called "Shepherding a Child's Heart." I can't wait to read it!

After completing a thorough inspection of all parties involved, Donna and the Big Boys offered to sit for Noah, so Carlton and I went to another movie on Saturday night. Here's a super cute pic she and her husband, Eric, took of the 3 guys...

So, thanks to the Mawers and the Culhanes, the Goulds had 2 dates in one weekend and are ready to dive back into parenting head on!!!!

A special thanks to Liam, also! He is an AWESOME babysitter!
(ADDED BONUS: everyone stayed HEALTHY!!! Horray!)

Migration Refusal

2008-12-24T07:40:00.000-08:00

I have some very stubborn birds outside my window. This morning, when I woke up to this:

I heard the whole family chirping it up! Why they are still here is beyond me. These are my top theories for the morning:

1.They are afraid throngs of cicadas will be returning soon to steal their home.
2.They are lazy.
3.Their nest is a bird-mansion.
4.Their parents neglected to teach them about migration.
5.They like me.

Speaking of migration, remember the year of the tsunami? All these scientists said the Earth was tilted X-amount of degrees on its axis, as a result (AMAZING!).

So, that following spring, I was out for a walk and I noticed these strange birds at the park. They had big duck-like bills and duck colored feet, but were MASSIVE (as far as ducks go). There were a couple dozen of them and they seemed very friendly, walking close to me and honking their cute honks.

In speaking to a man that looked like one of the local bums, I discovered that the birds usually migrated to the Toledo area (1/2 hour south of where we were). He theorized that the axis tilt had knocked some migratory patterns slightly off course.

The birds continued to return each spring until I moved. I used to feed them with 3 yr. old Lute. They would eat right out of our hands and he would laugh and laugh!!!Later, I learned they are called White Fronted Geese. These ones were so pretty that they made the normal geese look like bums...

AH-MAZING!!!

2008-12-16T19:38:00.000-08:00

Normally, I wouldn't dream of posting such a terrible pic of myself (actually, yes, I would:). However, I am just blown away by the miracle of my son. Those of you who have been with us since April have heard it all before, but I simply CANNOT get over it!!

Today was a big day for gratitude. I was nannying and the other boys were asleep. I crawled over to my happy little guy and just had to PRAISE GOD for his life!! I remember that he is a miracle, often. But today, it just REALLY hit me!!! I lay down next to him and just stared into his beautiful eyes....

On the way home, there was a snowstorm, so I took a different route. I ended up stopped by the hotel where we stayed when Noah had to be transferred (he was extremely tiny and ill). If you know me, you know I just started bawling!!! My windows were fogged up almost instantly and I kept turning around to (again) look at my precious gift!! Good thing traffic was at a standstill-Chicago drivers LOVE their horns!

The 3rd time for mom's tears came at bed-time. Noah was squirming ALL over the place, and I sang him the same song I've sang since his birth. As the familiar tune began to settle the munchkin, I was reminded of the days when I called up to the hospital throughout the night to check on him. All I could do was look forward to the time when Noah would be home, with us, at night. And there he was, tonight, home with me and in my arms. Thank you, Jesus!

2 Grandmas and a holler

2008-12-15T12:53:00.000-08:00

So, I finally got some more pics from Michigan. Since people usually read a blog once, I will post them here (as well as any more that I eventually get developed).

Granny Ann is like "What does this boy think he's doing?!"

2 Grandsons and a Gramma

Horray for cousins!! (Even if they can't touch or breathe on each other)

I should probably get Chanelle and Yolanda to share some of their 50 pics they took on their cell phones!! LOL

Or I can just develop the cameras my dad brought, now where did they go...

Welcome Badgers fans!

2008-12-13T11:55:00.000-08:00

So, my aunt, uncle and two cousins came to visit us today. It was so nice to see them. My cousins are the "babies" of the family, but they are both taller than my husband. I was just looking at old family pics (when they actually were babies), so it was AMAZING to see them turning into young men!

They've lived in Wisconsin all my life. Now that we're in Illinois, I've seen Aunt Amy and Uncle Tim 4 times as much (literally!). Highlights of their visit: remembering back to when they visited me in the hospital and Noah's diaper was SO TINY (but still too big on him)

When Carlton dropped a "Noah bomb" on an unsuspecting Brett,

Aunt Amy and Uncle Tim holding him (in their Badger's gear),

and hearing about Adam's "Real Job"-enjoy the Cadillac:)

It was great to see you guys, thanks for making the trip!!!

Work it out...

2008-12-12T21:03:00.000-08:00

I was talking to my friend earlier today, and telling her about joining the gym. There was a 2 for 1 special and we couldn't resist. The gym is open 24/7 (which means I can boast about it, but will probably never go after 4 pm). It also offers day care for $1 per hour (too bad I'll never use that feature, either). I will however, utilize the stationary bike.

I LOVE the stationary bike. It is the lazyman's dream for working out. You are sitting on your butt and there is a TV 1 1/2 feet from your face. How hard can that be? If you want to actually work up a sweat, there are handlebars on the sides of you, so you don't even need to lift your arms. You can grab on, grit your teeth, and go for it!

So, I ran out to the store to get diapers and realized that I still had 25 minutes b4 my husband had to leave for work. I made a very committed decision: I drove up the street to the gym, jumped out of the car, ran to the door, swiped my super-cool membership card, looked at the clock, beelined for the bike, jumped on, grabbed the handlebars, and pedaled like a MADWOMAN!!! There was an older man on the bike next to me, and I think he barely found the pedals by the time I had cycled 3 miles! I jumped off the bike, eyed the clock, grabbed the sanitizer, wiped the bike down, returned the sanitizer and bolted for the car.

I was very sweaty and very proud to have burned all those calories in only 14 minutes. On the way home, I grabbed a Snickers bar to celebrate! I can't wait to do it again the next time Noah needs diapers.

Yes, Michigan...

2008-12-05T17:58:00.000-08:00

the feeling foreevvver... Does anyone else remember that cheesy slogan from back in the day? They should bring it back, as it might help to increase Michigan tourism. Isn't that what all the hype is about these days? It would totally work on nostalgia-fanatics like myself.

Due to an increase in loneliness, and a decrease in gas prices, we packed up last minute and headed back to the good old hand for a visit. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see ALL of our family and friends. My blood pressure wouldn't have allowed for that anyways. We did, however get to introduce Noah to his Grandpa, Aunt, and Uncle.

It was so wonderful to be back around those who know and love us. I can't believe it had almost been a year since we moved to Illinois (which has some VERY friendly people (like Donna), and much colder weather). Among the highlights were: getting to see and talk to our Pastor, staying with my mother-in-law, my sister mom and travis driving down for a quick visit, my dad and Carol coming by, too, Noah staying healthy, and driving home with my amazing husband:)

Oh, yeah, and our old Bible Study pals stopped by with some diapers and laughs-it was so so great to see everybody! Hopefully the spring will come soon so Noah can be past his first cold and flu season! Then our lease will be over and maybe we will move back...

More pictures coming soon (er or later!)

Look at that Big Ole Noggin!

Hey, can I borrow your eyelashes? What's with this goofy face? I guess he takes after me. Soooooooo many people ask if he's a boy or a girl. It seems to increase when he's wearing blue overalls, or boy colored jumpers. Oh, well, he is pretty!!

Aunt Karla- the reason we didn't get home till Sunday night:)

Day 3

2008-12-05T15:01:00.000-08:00

So, the excitement of the daycare left me on the verge of a stroke! If you do not know about the daycare excitement, scroll down 2 blogs, and read that first...

I rushed out of the infant room at racecar speed. Son in one hand, keys in the other. It's a shame, really; minus the boogers, those kids were cute!

Six weeks have passed and I still find myself eyeing little nostrils wherever I go. Yesterday, I was in the hospital for hours. (Waiting for busy doctors has become a part of our weekly life.) Noah and I were the only ones in one of the waiting rooms, so we stayed (as opposed to moving to the hall).

After about 5 minutes of solitude, a woman walked her stroller and 7 yr. old in to join us. She and I chit-chatted it up for a few minutes, and the little girl sat down to color. We were having a funny conversation about how kids are SO big these days, when I noticed enormous hacking noises coming from the 7 yr. old. I looked at her and she started rubbing her nose with the back of one hand, while continuing to color with the other.

She began turning toward her mom and I, trying to contribute to the conversation. Suddenly, I kid you not, I saw a slow motion SPRAY of germ-infested spit fly from her un-covered mouth ALL over the community crayon bucket. I subtly whisked my son into the hallway-pretending to show him the lights, the wall, and other "fascinating" fixtures.

Immediately after they were called out of the waiting room, another woman entered. This time, there were three children in tow. The boy went for the fish tank and the girls beelined for the crayons. I watched in horror as they smiled, laughed, passed crayons, and spread the whooping cough all over themselves. Then the mom called the little one over to brush her hair, and she became infected as well.

Just watching the scene, I felt the need to wash my hands repeatedly. The mother kept giving me and Noah this “I would love to talk to you about your baby” smile. I hope mine didn’t say “You are INSANE for letting your children touch those crayons, lady!” Seriously, I’m going to need to work on this germaphobe thing, or Noah is going to be a recluse!!

Time-Out

2008-12-01T11:38:00.000-08:00

I am reminded today to take a time-out to praise God!! For any of you who are non-believers, I encourage you to read on anyways. Fight any urge you may have to turn the other cheek at the mention of the name of Jesus. He is AMAZING!!!

I know that Christianity has acquired a bad rep, especially in my own generation. Lots of people feel like the church is, and Christians are judgemental, hypocritical and the like. But I am here to tell you (judgemental church, or not) that Jesus Christ is Lord!! He is loving and gracious and I would not be where I am today without Him. I am BLESSED!!!

It's not that I'm a millionaire, or blessed in a material sense. No, no! I have not won the lottery, or bought a new car, or found a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (darn!). It actually seems to be quite the opposite. We have been through a crazy and horrible experience. We are far far away from our families, lost jobs and a home, haven't been to our church in almost a year, receive about 10 calls a day from bill collectors, and yet I am at peace. For the first time in my entire life, I am at peace.

Not the "Zen" or "Buddhist" or "Hippie" peace I used to proclaim, but a truely deep sense of peace. I KNOW that everything is okay. I know that I will continue to be taken care of, that my needs will be met if I just focus on the Lord. That He will continue to provide for my family. That my marriage is a blessing and He will help our love to flourish. I am learning that the deepest needs, and the best blessings are spiritual. And I just want to take time to Praise God for this. Now if only I COULD find that hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (just kidding-though it would be nice!!!).

If you are a believer, I pray that God continue to show you His truths. I pray that you are strengthened by the fact that He loves you so much!! I pray that Jesus continues to change and shine in your heart! If you are not a believer, than I hope and pray that you do not allow the rep of the church to give Jesus a bad rep as well. Listen to the deepest part of your heart, and you will know that He is there. My pastor reminded me; "Church is not a showcase for saints, but a hospital for sinners." I just want you all to know that Jesus is AMAZING! (I think I already said that...) Have a blessed day no matter who you are!

Oh yes, and remember to search the scriptures. This is the one I found yesterday "...for I am with you and I will take care of you. I, the Lord, have spoken." -Jeremiah 1:19 Probably helps to explain the peace!!

Job Hunt

2008-11-20T14:34:00.000-08:00

“Bye-Bye SAHM, Hello Daycare”

Day 1

“Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare!”

So, being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM for the idiom lovers) totally has its perks. My little guy gets the best care possible. He maintains his own schedule, receives the “perfect” amount of stimulation and his parents remain satisfied with his progress. On the flipside, his parents are broke.

Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare. Colors, toys, curriculum, teacher to child ratios, loud noises and snotty noses; here we come!! As the mother of a premature baby, I have to repeat “snotty noses” and add germs. Make that GERMS.

I’m sure the daycare transition is difficult for many mothers, for a variety of reasons. Some may not like the “unhealthy” snacks included with tuition. For others, the concern may stem from lax or harsh discipline, personnel, cost, or appearance of the childcare facility, or even their own separation anxiety. Of course, you can guess mine. GERMS. EVERYWHERE.

Germs on the doorknob, germs on the windows, germs on the children, light-switches, tables, chairs, toys, books, the sign-in book and pencil, germs in the director’s handshake. No, folks, I AM NOT KIDDING YOU! Thanks to “Scrubbing Bubbles” commercials, I can almost envision enormous green and blue germs, sticking to every surface, reaching out gangly gelatin appendages toward my every step. OOOOO, and I shiver.

No, I am not a full-blown germaphobe (the scientific term is verminaphobia). I am just highly uncomfortable around viral infections. Particularly during cold and flu season. Especially now that I have an “at-risk” infant.

So, back to being “broke.” Something’s gotta pay the bills, and SAHM isn’t cutting it!! I’ve decided to try the next best thing… becoming a teacher AT my son’s daycare. This way I can beat down the oversized visible germs myself. And use my pocket sized hand sanitizer to combat the less detectable ones.

Day 2

“Do you have any more questions?”

Daycare with infant room……check
Daycare in close proximity to home…….check
Daycare hiring “Full-Time Kindergarten Teacher”…….check
Resume and References…….check
Pen………check
Car keys……….check
Son in car seat……….check
Extra hand sanitizer………check and check

The drive only took 20 minutes. Not bad, considering I can see the Sear’s Tower and it’s 10 am. In my opinion, Chicago suburb traffic lasts sunup to sundown. I note the outdoor play area; small, but colorful. The nearby houses boast a working class population. The gas prices are 15 cents cheaper here. Note to self: fill up on the way home!!

I enter the center, and squirt some hand sanitizer out of my back pocket. The place feels comfortable and kid-friendly. Plus it’s corporate, so I know there are lots of accreditation standards. The Assistant Director greets me with a genuine smile and handshake. I discreetly squirt more sanitizer and head toward the infant room. The plan is to drop my son off with the other babies while I observe my future classroom and sell myself in an interview. Total germ exposure: 2 hours.

I open the infant room door, but wait to squirt because there is a gate to separate the mobile babies from the fixed ones. I settle onto the floor with my guy, spread a blanket and lay him on his belly. There is a cutie pie to my right, so I turn and say “HIIIIIIIII BAAABBBYYYY!!” Oh, she is so cute. There’s another little guy in the boppy. I lean forward to his line of vision. “HIIIIIIIII BAAAA…” -oh no! I scoop my son back up off the floor. I look quickly back to the first infant. I snatch his blanket up as well.

The infant teacher is contently rocking a third child and observes my flourishing movements with a serene smile. “Um, does he have a cold?” I nod in the direction of baby # 2. She shakes her head yes, still smiling peacefully. “Um, does she have a cold?” I point at the cutie pie. The teacher speaks in this sweet, nonchalant tone that makes me feel like an idiot. “Yeah, there’s something going around.” (Like, duh, lady, you just walked into a childcare facility in the middle of October.)

I eye the tiny nostrils filled with slimy green boogers. They are so abundant that I hold my son closer. I also reach toward my back pocket. “Are they the only two in here that have it?!” SQUIRT. The teacher’s eyes begin to gleam with amusement. “No, I think most of them have it by now.” SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. I clutch my son to my chest, fumble for his diaper bag and stutter; “Ummmm, I’ll be right back.”

Day 3…coming some other day…

half seal/ half crow

2008-11-19T16:11:00.000-08:00

My son has learned the weirdest noise I have ever heard. Seriously, I expect to see him clapping flippers together... Imagine (if you can) the repetitive, high-pitched caw of a crow, mixed with the throaty bass of a seal. There you have it folks, his newest milestone.

In addition, the child absolutely CANNOT sit still. I used to be able to lay him down so I could take a nap (or browse the web, thinking I should be napping). Ah, the good old days! He was laying next to me and his cheeks were flushed because he was moving so much. Add the barkkaw, and I am 2 millimeters from the deep end!

bags,bags,and more bags

2008-11-08T19:21:00.000-08:00

If I had a digital camera, you would be astounded to see the bags that have recently appeared under my eyes. I have also begun to take Ibuprofen 3-4 times a week for headaches that never existed before. For some reason I believed that I would escape the sleep deprivation that comes with being a mommy. HAHA! Joke's on me!!

It is amazing that people can function on such a lack of sleep. I don't know how well I actually "function" sometimes. My sentences come out backwards or fade without completion and I wear this half smile that probably says "I have no idea what's going on right now!" (Don't tell anyone, but I ususally DO NOT have any idea what's going on!)

I recently read that REM sleep is the most crucial for those who are lacking. It is also the sleep that new parents tend to slip into the quickest. That's how a ten minute nap can produce such vivid and strange dreams...

A few weeks ago I had one where I was staring in the mirror and I looked like my son. His big eyes and chubby cheeks were staring back at me. It was so strange to see the oversized babyface, and I was just standing there for what seemed like an eternity.

Last night I was also standing at the mirror, this time in my half awake state of reality. That's when I noticed the bags. I must've been staring for what seemed like an actual eternity, because my husband finally said "Honey, what are you doing in there?" "Dreaming about shopping."

Big Boy Shoes

2008-11-07T21:24:00.001-08:00

I must admit that "Big Boy Shoes" is one of my favorite things to say. Of course, it's probably because Noah's are super cute and actually fit him now (aka he no longer kicks them off instantaneously). "Hey Noah, these are your Big Boy Shoes! Do you like your Big Boy Shoes? Your FEET are in your Big Boy Shoes!" (Get the picture?)

It's funny how being a mom can mess up your grammar. The other day I was gazing into my munchkin's big brown eyes and found myself repeating "Love a big boy, a big, big boy! love him, love him, talk, talk, talk..." Good thing I still sound like the adults on Charlie Brown, or my kid's speech would be entirely fragmented. Actually, by now he probably can pick out the words "big" and "boy," so I'm only half Charlie Brown...

a public offense

2008-10-29T00:52:00.000-07:00

I went to the public library to rent some DVDs. Upon check-out, I discovered a 20 dollar fine. Actually 20 dollars and 80 cents, to be exact! The very sweet circulation clerk informed me that she could not rent to me (bad credit, I guess).

Considering my fairly new membership (it's been 6 weeks), I feel the need to report of my return negligence. I have also already lost my first book. I told my friend Donna that the library should be able to offer her a raise by the end of the year (if they don't ban me, that is...).

No Grandpa :(

2008-10-24T08:59:00.000-07:00

Grandpa was supposed to come for a visit this weekend. Little Carlton was very excited; he and Grandpa are great napping partners.

(These are the only pics I have of G-pa and Noah on the computer. I will have to solve this problem soon!)

So, Grandpa called last night to tell us he's been exposed to a cold that became bronchitis. Uh-oh.....no Grandpa!!

I have spoken with some other preemie parents and found the following to be pretty standard among them. Cold and flu season means quarantine for the baby. Due to an increased risk of RSV, they do not take chances by letting children, or parents of children visit. They do not take the baby out, and anyone with a sniffle, sneeze, sore throat, etc. just cannot see the baby.

Why all the big deals? It's just a cold, right?

I felt this way for awhile. Then I did some research. Turns out that RSV is one of MANY MANY viruses that can cause a common cold. However, if an adult (or healthy kid) has it, they may have "just a cold." If a preemie, or even a "healthy" newborn contracts RSV, they could become very ill (pneumonia or bronchitis), require respiratory assistance (canula, or at worst; ventilator), loose coordination when eating, become and remain hospitalized, and other "Yikes!" occurrences.

Therefore; no Grandpa. :(

(The bigger blue and clear tube is the ventilator. It's shoved down his trachea and hooked up to a big machine that breathed for Noah. He was very resistant to coming off the vent (it took almost 2 months). When he developed a serious infection, his lungs were hit and scarred pretty badly. Thank God for modern technology!!!)

(When Noah finally graduated from the vent, he moved on to the nasal canula. He had to be re-hospitalized and re-"intubated" for an eye surgery in August. The re-intubation freaked me out more than the surgery or hospitalization!!!)

Upon further research, I found out that babies usually acquire a temporary immune system (antibodies), via placenta, during the 3rd trimester. Since the eager munchkin did not stay in there till the 3rd trimester, he received no immune system from mom!! This leaves him extra susceptible. Things like church and other "crowds" become "iffy" and not recommended during the C&F season. The RSV virus can even survive on hard surfaces for hours (doorknobs, countertops, if you're still reading this, buy some hand sanitizer!).

However, by this time next year, he will be developing his very own brand new, top of the line immune system and will be much stronger!!! Oh yeah, and there are these $1,000 a pop shots called Synagis. Noah will need to get them monthly for the first 2-3 years during C&F. They will not prevent him from getting RSV, by can cut the outcome in half, in case he does. Thank goodness for Illinois AllKids Insurance!!!

I am also grateful that God has been having me read the gospels. The miraculous healings and miracles that Jesus preformed are so encouraging!! All it took was the faith of many parents, and their children were healed; even brought back to life!!!

If you are a friend or family member, and we don't come to see you this winter, I hope you understand!! Not that you're all super germ-infested, or anything!!! Or... I think we still have some of those white hospital masks...

(The Masked Maiden; a conscientious visit from A. Carra)

Ahhhh Fellowship!!

2008-10-20T21:59:00.001-07:00

Let me say that again; "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" That was a long, drawn out, relaxed ahh, not the frightened, or in pain ahhh!

Our awesome brother and sister came to spend time with us last night. It was extrordinary. I never used to understand why people called each other brother and sister. Now I get it, for we are truely kin.

Whenever we spend time with them, God's presence just FILLS my heart. I'm certain that His light shines (I'm talking BROAD daylight) anytime there is fellowship like that. What a blessing.

Tom and Britney are true servants of God. Carlton and I were talking about how easy it is to talk a good solid walk. These two walk it, clearly. At dinner, the presence of God touched our server (Britney's words and Tom's prayer were magnificent to share in). They would never boast, as ALL their glory goes to Jesus. Anyone who knows them will be blessed to experience God's love.

We love you, guys!! It was AWESOME to see you!

"But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
-1 John 1:7

NoahsLine

2008-10-15T08:08:00.000-07:00

When Noah was in the hospital this summer, we had to quit our jobs (which also meant leaving our home-cuz that's where we worked) to be able to see him. Carlton has had an awesome business idea for years, and God decided June was time for him to go through with it.

We got an Official Business License, email, PO Box, Tax Id Number and all this other stuff you need to have a business. It was such a new experience!! We also began to accumulate customers and interest in the strangest of situations...

Since we do not have our website up, here is a taste of what you will (hopefully) see SOON at www.noahsline.com:

Welcome!!!
NoaHsLine is a line of clothing dedicated to the Almighty God and our Lord, Jesus Christ. The PURPOSE of the line is to encourage God’s children to read their Bibles, or re-read, as the case may be.

PS We are ALL called to be God’s children!!

“And when He had called all the people unto Him, he said unto them ‘Hearken unto me every one of you, and understand.’”

-Mark 7:14

Why “ NoaHsLine?”
2 Reasons:

#1: Our son, Noah, who is a true miracle. Born 4 months early, he is a testament to the Living God. Each day is truly a gift from the Lord, Jesus Christ.

#2: In times of great unrighteousness, Noah had a direct line to God. God led him to salvation with the guidance of His words.

“But Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.”

-Genesis 6:8

NoaHsLine offers a variety of apparel including:

Women's tank tops

White T-shirts

Colored T-shirts

Hooded sweatshirts (Zip and pullover)

NoahsLine hopes…
Busy schedules in these present times lead us to forget God’s Word. Whether you purchase a shirt, or not, we hope that you take a few extra minutes to slow down and remember your Creator. Let His Word change your life!!!

“Being confident of this one thing, that He which has begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.”

-Philippians 1:6

The Logo...
symbolizes Jesus speaking the Word "NoaHsLine." For those of you who don't know, Jesus is referred to as the "...the Lion of the tribe of Judah..." -Revelation 5:5

Order Info
For questions, comments, or to place an order; email us at noahsline@yahoo.com!

“…Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.”
-Colossians 1:2

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK??!!

The Parable of the wheat and the tares

2008-10-10T06:24:00.000-07:00

Jesus tells the parable of the wheat and the tares in Matthew Ch.13. A farmer planted seeds. His servants came in to report that the enemy had scattered tares among the seeds. They asked if the tares should be removed. The farmer replied that removal of the tares could kill the seeds- “let them grow together until the harvest.”

Let me tell you about my wheat and tare…
My fibroid was brought to my attention two years ago. I was told that if I became pregnant, the fibroid could become a problem. “A problem” meaning big, painful, a nuisance, a large addition to an already rounded pregnant belly, a possible threat to my baby, etc.

Uterine fibroids are non-cancerous tumors that can develop in various locations in and around the uterus. Many women have them and never even know it. Researchers are still unsure what causes them, but they have found that increased estrogen (aka: pregnancy) can encourage rapid growth.

So, fibroids can grow inside the uterus; which means that they can wrestle a baby for space and blood supply. Some also grow within the uterine wall- leading to nutritional deficiencies and (I’m guessing) way too much pressure on the uterine wall, rupturing, internal bleeding, and severe pain??? I really can’t even imagine.

My fibroid was on the outside of my uterus. Noah was actually complete opposite of the massive pain in my butt, and did not have to compete for blood or space.

Thankfully, the Lord had been persistent in calling me back to Him. He and I had been developing a new relationship for about a year when I found out that I was pregnant. When my mean old faithless doctor told me she’d “keep my fingers crossed. First baby, fibroid that big…(head shaking as she walked away)” it fazed me, but not for too long.

I called my husband, and I was reminded to pray. If you have yet to experience God's incredible peace, I highly recommend that you read Philippians 4:6-7. Even if you're familiar, it's an awesome and powerful scripture.

As I became increasingly pregnant, the fibroid began to grow and grow and grow (and grow some more). It took over the right side of my belly, and Noah hung out on the left. EVERYONE asked if I was carrying twins. I didn’t want to go into it so I’d just smile and say; “Nope, I don’t think so.”

At times I would feel a sharp stabbing pain as the darn thing ripped through my (no longer) Abs of Steel. However, the pain was truly minimal. I was mainly just aggravated by the size and presence of it. Irritated that I spent more time rubbing it than my baby- who was not as easily located. I continued to marvel, in annoyance, at the size of it. I also wondered if they could remove the monstrosity. My husband shared Matthew 13 with me- he’s ever encouraging with his knowledge of God’s Word.

The docs told me that the placement of the fibroid was a blessing and that we wouldn’t touch it- as long as I was not in severe pain. They also told me that the amount of blood flowing to my uterus would not allow them to remove the fibroid during the birth of Noah. Basically, odds were that I would bleed to death if they tried. Therefore, I would need to schedule for its removal 6 months after delivery. Oh, the pineapple within. I tried to learn to love it, really, I did!

When they took me in for a C-Section, the fibroid was right in the way of getting to Noah. The “half hour procedure” was taking FOREVER and I began to squirm and have trouble breathing. The doctor apologized “Sorry, Kelly, this fibroid is giving me some trouble.” Turns out, she tried to cut through it, thinking it was my uterus. Eventually, she had to remove it to get to the baby. Remember the odds of “bleeding to death” or looking forward to another surgery in six months? When God has other plans, astounding things happen…

There was barely any blood flowing to the four-pound mass. They took it out, took pictures, named it, and then my husband asked to keep it (we didn’t, they did). Noah weighed less than half of the “tare.” As you all know, he is stronger every day and healthy. He defied all odds to come home with us. Talk about a harvest!!!

I did not include a picture of the fibroid here. If you would like to see it (think a cow heart, or something similar), I can email it to you… Just let me know and I will accommodate.

"I will bless the Lord at all times, His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
-Psalm 34:1

Can it be?

2008-10-06T13:40:00.000-07:00

Yes, it's true! Almost six months have passed (on the 10th). Noah is tube free and "acting like a real baby" (according to his speech therapist). He still has to wear wires for a bradycardia monitor (fancy talk for a breathing and pulse monitor). It's very fun when he squirms out of the leads at 3 am. The alarm is SUPER loud!!!

He's still on a few medications, but most have been weaned. The latest was his caffeine, and I couldn't be happier about it!!

Since his adjusted age is 2 months old, his development is all over the place. His fine motor skills are closer to 2 months, but his strength is closer to 6. He is eating cereal (like a 6 monther), but sleeps as much as a 2 monther (thanks to no more caffeine).

He meets with a physical therapist every week. Development and speech come bi-monthly. His Drs. appointments are no longer daily. I think we have 3 weeks until the next one!!! He will get a monthly special shot to protect him from RSV as soon as the hospital gets them. Still no day care, his immune system needs more time...

Hope you enjoyed the update and the pictures!!

Mommy's favorite picture! (Quilt cmpliments of the talented Erika Thornton)

Gearing up to go...

Stronger every day!

Pouty face!

The shirt says "Speedy's Delivery Service." (Sense of humor in dire times, compliments of Jessica Markell)

I thought he'd NEVER fit in it!!! Actually, I think THIS one's my favorite...

Hey there!

CHUBBY CHEEKS!

"Hey! I thought you said 'just one more'!!"

No, wait!! THIS is my favorite!!!

One of our many "chats"

A smile with mama

"Yikes, Mama!"

Cereal City

2008-10-03T12:50:00.001-07:00

Since Noah is almost six months old, he is allowed to eat cereal. The docs said it has nothing to do with "adjusted age," which is 6 weeks for him. Most babies are pretty cute and funny with the cereal intro. Let's see if the video works...

It sure didn't !! Oh, well I can tell you what happened. He was STARVING because mommy was having a hard time kicking out some visitors. When they finally left, Grandma and Mommy sat him down with the super deluxe towel bib (compliments of Great Grandma Roedel). He took in the spoon, checked it out, and started to wail. Not realizing he had ACTUAL FOOD in his mouth, he was more content to scarf down his bottle.

GRANDMA!!!

2008-10-02T11:03:00.000-07:00

Grandma came to town last night and "Little Carlton" was all smiles!!

He was very happy to see her, so were his parents.

Mommys and Daddys start looking verrrrrry sleeeeepy, if you know what I mean...

Coffee and the Word

2008-09-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

So, Laura, Noah and I met at Flick Park yesterday. We shared Coffee and the Word. Laura's husband bought some blueberry creamer, so it smelled like a bakery-YUM! She also packed a picnic basket with cheese, fruit and applecake goodness. I packed Noah's "basic necessities" which weighed around 35 pounds.

We found some shade, sat down in red and blue gingham loungers, and talked. It is so refreshing to hang out with another married Christian woman. There are many topics that are easier to share with other wives.

The sun was peeking in through the leaves, so we moved a few times. Noah enjoyed taking his bottle over the course of an hour. Usually he takes about 5-10 minutes, but I brought a slow flow nipple and he seemed content. We talked and ate and talked some more.

Laura prayed and we opened our Bibles. She thanked Him for our fellowship, a beautiful day, freedom to gather and study, and that His Word is LIVING. We shared Philippians 4 which is very uplifting. The Book of Philippians pulled me through many moments during Noah's hospital stay.

Then Laura mentioned a few other scriptures that she has been pondering. 2 Timothy 1:7 came up from her "Bread of Life" box. It is a tiny ceramic breadbox with laminated scriptures inside. How cute and clever!! She and her husband have been reading Colossians together. I'll have to get in there again soon!

Eventually, the blueberry coffee proved too much and we had to go (the bathrooms were locked). What a great way to spend the afternoon!!!

Ketchup

2008-09-22T11:37:00.000-07:00

Let's play catch-up!

Carlton and Kelly met on a basketball court many years ago. They were AMAZING team-mates, and destroyed their opponents. Carlton was looking for a wife and Kelly was in a relationship so they kept it "on the court."

A few years later... the two ran into each other, played basketball, and went to eat at Ci-Ci's Pizza (all-u-can-eat). Carlton liked Kelly. Kelly liked Carlton. They decided they wanted to get married. No, not that very same day. They waited almost 6 whole months!!

Carlton proposed on the court where they had met. He was down on one knee with games going on around him. How could she say no? She didn't.

(ENGAGEMENT PARTY AT OUR CHURCH)

They were married in April. As is typical in Michigan, it snowed. As is typical for anything in Kelly's life, the wedding started late. 2 hours, to be exact. The guests were very gracious. The anniversary cake barely made it past the Honeymoon.

In November, they both just "had a feeling." Kelly had been to a baby shower with millions of pregnant women/ new moms. She said "there's something in the air here, I just know it." She was right.

Little Baby Gould was growing quickly. Carlton's jaw dropped when they found out the sex; a girl! He asked "How do you know?" The doctor laughed and said "Come back next month, then we can be sure." Carlton picked out a beautiful name; Abrielle. Kelly like Elyssa for a middle name. She also preformed daily chest compressions to sustain her husband's heart-rate.

A month later, Baby Gould had grown more than expected. Carlton was thrilled to see proof of a son. He shouted "Yes!" with delight. Now his future daughter would have a first line of defense.

Kelly and Carlton felt the baby kick on the same day. Two weeks later, he officially wanted to meet his parents. At 22 weeks, Kelly began having pre-term labor. The docs stopped it twice. Carlton and Kelly enjoyed many nights in the hospital(looking lovely, of course!).

The third time the contractions intensified, the doctor looked at Kelly, wide-eyed and said "He just tried to grab my hand! You're 8 cm. There is no stopping him now!!!"

Little Noah Canaan was born on April 10, 2008. Aunt Karla received a late b-day present from her sister (she was used to it, remember the tardiness?). Noah proved to be much more of an early bird than his mom. His birth weight was 1 lb. 11 oz. At 24 weeks, he was dubbed a "micro-preemie."

Fast forward months of hospital visits, lots of prayers, ups, downs ins and outs...
Baby Noah finally came home with his mom and dad. He looked just like his father. And here we are; two Carltons and one Kelly.