What I Learned from My Mommy :)

Yes, it's another milestone.  Those that know her well, know which milestone birthday this is.  For those who don't already know, I like that my mother & I are friends and I'd like to keep it that way so I won't rat her out.  However, it's a milestone nonetheless so I thought I'd reflect on some of the things I've learned from my wonderful "Mommy" (as I still call her) over the years.  Please keep in mind, these are in no certain order.

1. Not quite sure how to phrase this one but it's like this - I try to be very involved in everything my boys do.  With Ethan - I'm very involved in PTA, help out with field trips, school parties, take cake pops or cup cakes to school for his birthday, I try to help with Uptown at church as well.  With Alex & now Cameron - I'm very involved in the preschool area of church - teaching, leading worship, helping in the nursery - whatever is needed.  I help with homework, read books, play games, sing songs, kiss boo-boos.  I also work full time and others ask me how I can do all those things.  My mom worked when Megan & I were little, then she stayed home for a while when Jes & Annie were little - sometimes she worked, sometimes not but the one constant that sticks out for me is that I remember her helping with PTA carnivals, being a girl scout troop leader, cooking dinner every night, teaching us how to cook, how to iron, how to do all those things.  She did all of that whether she was working out of the home or as a stay-at-home mom, when she was in school part-time & full-time and when she was working part-time while going to school full-time.  She did all of that.  I don't want to sound pompous but I think I turned out fairly well & I think that's got a whole lot to do with the stability that I had in knowing my mom was always there & always involved in everything.  I want the same things for my boys & as long as they aren't embarrassed by "mom" being at school all the time (which I'm told won't be forever), I'm taking full advantage.
2. When canning, yes, salt is a preservative but there is such a thing as too much salt - however, potatoes can save the day.  We had a huge garden which was often something I dreaded & hated with a passion (I have an entirely different view of this now but it's a bit late to realize it, I'm afraid).  I remember one year - likely one of the first years - my mom canned, there was an entire batch of green beans that she slaved over that were .... let's say, uneatable.  Keep in mind there were likely 2 toddlers around at the time of this canning period as Jes & Annie were likely not in school yet so she had several distractions which were likely the cause of whatever happened but I remember nonetheless a batch of home-canned green beans that needed a little more bean to go with the salt.  I know today that if you add to much salt to something, you can put a raw potato in it & it'll absorb some of the salt.  I don't recall us throwing out that entire batch of beans & while I can't remember the actual conversation or events that prove it, I'm fairly sure that a potato or 2 were used to help unseason that batch of green beans as we did, in fact, eat them.
3. No matter how much you think your parents can or have embarrassed you - they have been embarrassed far worse.  I honestly can't remember what would bring up these stories because I can't really remember my mom embarrassing me (my dad? oh yeah - that I can recall).  But I do remember hearing stories that started like - "well, when I was about to go somewhere with my friends [or a boy] Mom would ask me if I had clean underwear on under my skirt and pull up the skirt to check" - that's probably not exactly the story she'd relay but it was something about Grandma pulling up her skirt to check for clean underwear or cutting off her skirt because it was too short so she might as well not have been wearing one.  I think that was it - the short skirt thing - and it was likely said when she was telling me to change or pull the skirt (or whatever) down because it was too short but at least she wasn't like Grandma who would just cut it off in front of someone if I didn't go change - at least she was doing it in private.  Honestly, I don't remember wearing short skirts so it could have just been she was trying to make us thankful that she'd been scarred for life by such things so would never do them to us.  
4. Making fudge takes patience & attention - do not attempt with young children underfoot.  The thing is - this is something I should have learned from my mother but clearly didn't.  Mommy makes excellent fudge but some batches are much better than others.  She can also scorch a pan of fudge better than anyone I know.  I think I have her beaten though.  She'd usually scorch the fudge when making it when others were awake & running wild...when the kids were in bed or only one of us in the room to "help stir," things went more smoothly.  I should have remembered that but this year when making fudge, I'd clearly forgotten.  It won't happen again.  I don't recall Mommy ever making fudge that didn't turn out unless she scorched it which usually only happened once a season & then she'd get it out of her system.  I, however, managed to cook it so long that it was actually scorched (smelled burned) and as hard as cement.  Do you know how long you have to cook & stir fudge to get it so hard it's beyond the "hard crack" phase?  I do - it takes 42 "ALEX!!!!," 30 "ETHAN TANNER WATERS," 65 "BOYS!!!! SIT DOWN" all followed by 5 minutes of timeout for both of them & then the realization that your candy thermometer has said the same temperature since the 30th Alex which was way before the timeout clock started counting....aw crap!  As soon as I took it off the stove & poured it, I knew 2 things - 1) it was going to be a brown brick & 2) I am never allowed to comment on Mommy scorching a pan of fudge again because this takes the cake.  
5. You can't do homework in front of the TV.  I was a good student but that's not necessarily because I studied all the time because I didn't.  However, when I did, it wasn't in front of the TV.  Homework was done at the kitchen table or in my room (which had no TV).  Homework was also done before TV.  It's a rule Ethan doesn't like (neither does Steve when he's home) but oh well.  Ethan does watch TV before homework but that's because I'm not home.  I get home from work & fix dinner.  We eat - Alex goes upstairs to watch TV & Ethan & I work on homework (without TV in the living room) until it's done.  If he wants to watch TV, he has to finish homework.  If he doesn't finish until time for bed, no TV.  He can't focus with distractions so his brothers and the TV both have to be upstairs.  So Ethan, thank Nana for teaching me that.
6. When your mom asks "how's school" don't tell her "boring."  What you mean when you say "boring" is that School.  Is.  Boring.  What your mom hears is that you are bored because you aren't challenged by school and therefore need to be challenged.  Mommy went to school or more than one occasion complaining that I wasn't challenged and they needed to do something about it.  That's how I went to some type of math and science camp one year while Megan got to go with our extended family to the beach.  It's also how I went to Girl's State another year (a thing about government) after spending the weekend at the lake & falling asleep in the sun getting a blistered face (great way to meet new people) - I went to Girl's State while everyone else either stayed a few more days at the lake or went home but either way, they weren't at an educational type camp-like thing with a blistered face.  OK - so in the long run, those things were pretty beneficial to me and especially the math/science thing might be part of why I'm good with computers but still - I missed the beach & then had a blistered face.  Don't tell your mother you are bored - it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to her.  If you are bored - she thinks she needs to fix it.  I promise you, life will be simpler if you tell her school is AWESOME!
7. In an emergency - it doesn't help to freak out; if you are a mom, you don't get that luxury anyway so just suck it up & get the job done.  My little sister had a seizure - my mom took her to the ambulance & went to the hospital.  She looks fine they said - she disagreed.  Then she seized on them & then realized she might be right.  My cousin was visiting & had a bike wreck - busted her arm wide open.  I stood there looking at it and kind of freaked a little - my mom looked at me & told me I wasn't helping & to knock it off (cousin is about 8 years younger than me).  I tried to gag in silence while my mom tried to staunch the flow of blood.  She got it slowed down but still it required an ER visit.  So about a year later (maybe more; let's face it, my perception of time is extremely messed up) I'm home with my brother (I feel like Annie wasn't home but I can't for the life of me figure out where she was) - Mommy was at work (as an RN or Aid, not sure which) - it was raining - a drizzling kind of rain.  It was pretty much the same weather conditions as when my cousin wrecked when she was riding bikes with Annie.  Jes is riding with his friend & I told them to stop because of the rain cause this is how the other accident happened.  But I'm his older sister & he's fearless so he said something to the effect of "nah, I'll be fine."  Again, my perception of time is really screwed but I really do think it was only about 5 minutes before he started screaming.  He was right - he was fine; his friend, on the other hand, wrecked and slid on top of Jes down the fine graveled part of our driveway.  I sent the friend home & took Jes in the house & immediately called Mommy at work.  I said something to the effect of "it's not as bad as the last time but they wrecked on their bikes & there are rocks in his knee & how do I get them out & fix it."  She set about telling me where lidocaine or something that would sting like crap but numb him up was & how to sterilize tweezers, etc.  Long story short - we did that for a bit & then Jes resorted to soaking in a bathtub & scrubbing the rocks out himself just so I wouldn't keep torturing him by digging out the rocks.  Keep in mind when other bloody things happened, I totally freaked & was completely unhelpful - my mom was rock solid.  This was my first experience being the rock solid one.  That has served me well as I have 3 boys with Alex who at age 3 had 3 scars on his head already as the middle of those 3 boys.  By the way, this is my chance to say just one more time, "Jes - I told you so.  Don't ride your bike down the driveway in the drizzle.  You'll wreck - it'll hurt."
8. The best gifts are not things you buy.  When you have a rather large extended family and a family with four kids in your immediate family - it's not all that feasible to buy gifts for everyone but my mom always made sure we had something for my dad for his birthday or father's day or Christmas as well as grandmothers and Aunt Audrey.  Now don't get me wrong, when we were little, I'm sure she either did it for us or bought something for us but from the time we could do stuff ourselves - we helped bake Christmas goodies or made things.  We did needlepoint or crochet (not me so much with the crochet as I am not remotely good at it).  When we went to Louisville each year at Christmas, we always went with a box or can of cookies and/or fudge that we had helped make as well as a gift of some kind for Aunt Audrey & Grandma Recktenwald.  A few years ago Aunt Audrey brought me something for Christmas.  She told me it wasn't much, just something little but she remembered how we always had something for her at Christmas and she wanted to get me something, too.  When Grandma Recktenwald passed away, someone brought me a box of embroidery thread that she had had as well because of all the things I'd embroidered for her over the years as well.  I can't remember half the things that have been bought for me over the years or things I've bought for others but I remember pretty well things I've made for people and I remember seeing them in their houses & thinking "hey, I made that."  Those things make a lasting impression.
9. You can't really teach independence I don't think but I think I got it from my mom.  It's not that she wanted me to not "need" her but she taught me, us really, how to do everything in life.  Some moms do it all for you - your laundry, your cooking, cleaning, etc.  Oh yeah - as a teenager, I envied those people.  Not today.  She taught us how to do laundry, how to clean (I still stuck at that today), how to iron (I still hate that but do it well today when needed), how to cook, how to bake (harder than cooking).  Anything you would need to know to be able to live by yourself without a full-time maid, butler or lackey, she taught us how to do.  By knowing that I could do all those things on my own, most other things don't really intimidate me.  As I've said before, I like to know things, so if I can read the instructions, I can figure it out.  If I need to do something, I'm confident in my ability to figure it out on my own.  Yes, I'm a weakling, but I can find a way to do even something that it takes some muscle to do.  The car wouldn't start one day when I was leaving from work - it was 30ish degrees outside, I was probably about 5-6 months pregnant with Cameron & Steve was at home with a flat tire on the van & no air in the spare so couldn't come to my rescue (something was wrong with the van anyway). I got someone at work to jump start the car & Steve told me to go to Autozone & they'd test the battery but I needed to go to Walmart first.  I should have listened because the car wouldn't start again at Walmart only now it's dark & no one would help me.  At Autozone they will do this for you - but this Walmart didn't have the TLE so they wouldn't do it for me.  I was on my own - I bought a ratchet set & a battery & went out in the dark - by the light of the store signs & street lights & changed the battery in the Camry.  It took me over an hour to get the battery out & 1) I'm stubborn so wouldn't outright ask anyone to help me & 2) I'm pigheaded so thought they should just offer so 3) I froze but finally got the corroded, rusted battery bolts off the battery to put the new one in & the Camry started right up.  See - even a weakling, given the right tools, can get a rusted bolt loose enough to change a battery.  Yes, it would have been easier to do it if I'd listened to my husband (happy, honey?  I admitted it publicly) and went to Autozone but my mom taught me that I can do anything I put my mind to and I should never listen to anyone who thinks I can't.  I'm quite certain she's told me that over the years and she's right - I can do anything I put my mind to.  It may take me longer than it should, but I can do it.

OK, as I've said, these are in no certain order - just as they came to me & I totally left out that she taught me anything you bake tastes better if you've burned yourself in the process (it seems to be true but I'm not sure why - the best things she made she burned herself while making & I seem to do that, too).  As I said, I am quite happy to say I am friends with my mother - I hope that's true after some of the stories I've mentioned above (salty beans for example) but I wanted to write about her because I am who am I and I am the mom I am to my boys because of who she is and the lessons I learned from her - some she taught, some I just picked up from hindsight realizing what all she did for me, for us, over the years.  I love you very much, Mommy.  I hope you've had a wonderful birthday & wish I could have spent it with you.  The boys & I made you something special with the help of their cousins & aunts & uncle.  We hope you like it.  Happy Birthday!

What My Daddy Taught Me

Today was a really wonderful day.  The sky was beautiful, moods were mostly upbeat and, best of all, it was my Daddy's 65th birthday.  I really couldn't ask for a better dad so I thought I'd take a few minutes to note some of the things I've learned from him:

1. Everyone deserves a second chance and some deserve a third or fourth.  I won't name names but I can think of several examples where he's been burned by an event or a person and he's still been right there to help them or try it again time and time again.  There are other times when people have just needed a second chance at their lives, to start over, to get on their feet.  He's offered his home to several over the years - some stayed a short time others stayed longer.  They just needed a second chance - he's been there; he understands.  He wants them to know they are worth it & life is worth it.  I think at least one of them (maybe more) got a third or fourth chance to start over - a spot on the couch or spare bedroom more than once to just get it together.  
2. Every problem has a solution.  If you think about it long enough, ask for help when you need it; you'll figure it out.  The solution may not be what you had hoped but the problem will be solved none the less.  He had a car that got him from A to B most of the time but if he needed to go someplace farther than B, like from A to M; he borrowed a car.  The solution?  Car accident caused totaled car = new car that will easily go from A to M or even Z if needed.  Maybe not the solution you hoped for (who wants a new car that way?) but the car problem is solved after all.  
3. Life will pass you by if you don't stop to enjoy it a little bit.  Busy weekend, flying by?  Let's go for a hike where we can just talk - no tv, no music, just us, the mountain, the trees & maybe some singing.  This one also taught me to love nature and to long for the mountains in the fall when the leaves are all different colors.  God's beauty is everywhere in those mountains - I had a chance to see that when growing up and going on those hikes but didn't really appreciate it until I grew up and moved away.  
4. It might be easier to assemble or repair something by reading the directions but it's much more interesting (& time consuming) if you just wing it.  You may have spare parts when you are finished, but if it still works, you didn't need them anyway.  I can't think of anything specific for this one but I also can't think of anyone that knows my dad that wouldn't agree with this statement.  Who has time for directions - that takes all the fun & guess work out of it.  This could actually be my fault though.  He tells me that when I was 5ish, all I wanted for Christmas was a book of instructions.  When he asked "instructions for what," I told him "everything."  Apparently I did get a book (or box) full of instructions that year for Christmas so maybe he never uses instruction manuals because he gave them all to me?  Possible only if that book (or box) got more full the past 30+ years each time he got something else with instructions and I'm pretty sure that didn't happen.
5. People make life interesting - not just places or events you've been to - but the people you've done them with.  Boring things are made more interesting by the people.  We had many 2+ hour car rides growing up; he always lived about 2 hours away so he could come get us on the weekends.  Portable DVD players didn't exist; CD's didn't exist (in the beginning); cell phones didn't really exist & those that did came in a bag & didn't work in the mountains & were for emergencies only.  So what do you do when the radio station goes out?  You play Dan Fogleberg....ummmm, no thank you.  Oh, that's right, you talk to yourself in the rearview mirror with yourself pretending to be the character of your dog, Ernest Timothy Rathbone, who speaks with a British accent despite the fact that he lives in Eastern KY.  Yep - that keeps your children occupied for long periods of time in the car.  
6. Parents are supposed to embarrass their children & usually they don't even have to try.  It's the 80s and he's still a hippie; it's the 90s and he's still a hippie.  The sad part is, I should have been embarrassed by this but wasn't.  Most people seemed to grow out of that at some point but here it is 2013, he's 65 years old and he has still not grown out of it.  It's just a little quirk of his that I love too much to be embarrassed by it.  
7. Be true to who you are, not who others think you are or want you to be.  See #6 above re: Hippie.  If he grew out of it, he wouldn't really be him anymore.  I was a shy kid and not always the happiest - he'd take me on a hike just me and make sure I knew how wonderful I was.  "You know you're pretty wonderful [or great] just the way you are."  
8. If someone needs a hand, give it to them.  If they've done something great, clap for them.  If they have fallen down, help them up.  If they need to move, help them.  If you have plans, but they broke down - help them.  I remember my dad & I were driving to Louisville when I was in college I think, to visit my grandmother.  We passed a car that had on flashers on I-64.  My dad is not a small man and I think we're driving his Toyota Tercel hatchback.  The car was driven by a black lady who had at least 3 family members with her.  They were on their way to Louisville as well, car was dead.  I think my dad may have loaned them his phone to call her son (who they were going to see).  He had me get out with him to check on them so they wouldn't be freaked out by this large white guy coming towards them (did I mention it's late at night & dark as pitch except for a couple of street lights).  The verdict was that the son could come get them but they'd be sitting there for at least another hour.  We're going that way anyway - let's shove every piece of luggage we can into the trunk and we'll take you to Louisville and you can come tomorrow to get the car in daylight.  Her 3 passengers in the back seat, she & I in the front passenger seat & my dad driving.  We probably left a note on the car about coming in the morning to pick it up.  I think they really couldn't believe that he offered to do this but he kept assuring them that I was proof he wasn't a serial killer or something I think.  We took them to her son's house which I'm pretty sure was in a part of Louisville we shouldn't have been to after dark, dropped them off & went to Grandma's.  They needed a hand - we gave them one.  
9. Post emergency phone numbers by every phone and make sure you have a working phone before starting something stupid dangerous.  One of the houses my dad lived in was directly beside my aunt and uncle's house separated by their driveway.  Someone had a new (to them) tractor or something that was rusted (or something) and needed to be cleaned - I'm not sure which of them it was.  My dad and uncle decided to clean it with gasoline - apparently whatever the issue is could be cleaned with gasoline (it was a long time ago, I can't remember exactly).  This can't end well, right?  So before they started, they moved the thing out of the driveway, right, so it wouldn't be between the two houses?  Nah - we got this.  I don't remember much about this (& I'm not even sure I was there, I may have just heard about the event) but something happened and then all of a sudden my dad is running around like a chicken with his head cut off yelling to every person he can find "QUICK!  WHAT'S THE NUMBER TO 9-1-1?"  Ummmm, 9-1-1?  I think it actually was but it hadn't been for long - this was basically the boonies so fire, ambulance & police had individual numbers.  He wanted to call the actual fire department because the tractor (or maybe it was a lawnmower?) was on fire right between the houses.  While he was running around trying to find the number & call, I think my uncle got the fire out but I'd just about bet if you go to my dad's house, you'll find emergency numbers by most phones and some other prominent locations.

So this may not be a complete list (definitely isn't - he taught me to change a tire & change the oil & build stuff & & &), it's some key points, some funny points, some serious points and above all some great reasons why I love my dad so much.  He is a truly amazing man with many friends and family that love him dearly for so many reasons.  I, at least, can freely say that I am a better person for having him in my life.

The Paci Has GOT to Go

So if you've seen more than one picture of Cameron, I'm sure you are aware that he likes loves his paci.  It's the "don't leave home without it" kind of thing.  For Alex is was his "blankie" - we only made the mistake of forgetting that on one trip to Megan's & had to break down & go to Walmart in search of a replacement.  The replacement got us home but was discarded as soon as we walked in the door in place of the real thing.

Cameron goes to bed right around 8:00 - that's his choice.  When he goes to bed, he wants something to drink though he'll go without it & he wants his paci - which he will not go without.  He won't say "hey Mama, I'm ready for bed" - that would be too easy.  He instead says "Mama, Mama, Mama" until I finally answer & then nothing - he bascially wants me to look at him when I can see how tired he is I'll ask if he wants to go to bed & he'll nod.  That's the extent of the "speaking" part of his half of the conversation - grunting & "Mama" - not because he can't talk - because he won't talk.  I'll work on that one right after I fix this paci issue as that was the bane of my existence today.

With Ethan there wasn't anything in particular that he HAD to have so we didn't know better when we introduced this blankie to Alex and thought it was so cute how much he liked it.  It wasn't until later when we realized that this particular blanket is a specialty item (given as a gift by my boss when I had Ethan & Ethan gave it to Alex as he never was into any ONE thing) that it could be a problem & was when we couldn't find it or as mentioned before, forgot to take it somewhere with us.  This brings us back to Cameron.  We knew better with Cameron - we have no excuses.  Hey - we didn't get him a one of a kind blankie or stuffed animal.  We got him a paci - we made sure we had more than one at all times.  We can't go wrong, right?  WRONG....we've been to the store late at night on more than one occasion to buy a new set of pacis when they vanish into thin air.  Now, however, he's 19 months old (almost 20) - we're not buying more pacis.  He needs to give them up.  If you've seen him lately, you know that's not really happening.  I decided today it needed to.

I didn't just "decide" really - I was driven to this great idea by the fact that from the moment I got home from work tonight I didn't see a paci anywhere.  Steve was fixing dinner - he'd be leaving for work right after we ate then it would be homework time & a little play before bed.  I wasn't the one home today but would be the one putting him to bed so I usually make sure I know where a paci is before Steve is gone.  Did I mention it's Monday & most everything about my day screamed "MONDAY" so why would this be any different?  I forgot to ask Steve about the paci.

So I'm doing homework with Ethan when the grunting "Mama" conversation starts.  It was early tonight - started around 7 but he's been eating a lot & sleeping a lot the past few days so I didn't think that odd - growth spurt time I guess.  I kept telling him to go upstairs & play with Alex while we finished homework.  Finally I gave up & told Ethan to go ahead & put him in his crib.  He was essentially begging us to do it.  Ethan came back downstairs - finished the last little bit of homework through Cameron's wailing & I told him, "ok, time to find the paci."  Ethan went up to look for it & called back down, "Mama, he just wants you."  I was in the kitchen checking counters, floor, fridge, etc & yelled back that he didn't really want me, he just wanted the paci.  We traded places - Ethan went downstairs to check the toy bin, pack-n-play, etc while I went to Cameron.  Alex is now in the game looking through the mess we call "Ethan's room" where they'd been playing.  Cameron whiningly says "Mama" - I give him his sippy cup - he chills out, drinks a little then starts the "Mama" wail again.  I said, "I know, honey, I'm looking for it.  Do you know where your paci is?"  He shook his head yes.  I let him out & he went to Ethan's room & then Alex's & started to go downstairs.  At this point Ethan & I have both checked all areas of the 1st floor - I vetoed his decision to go downstairs - it wasn't down there.

I told Ethan to get his library book & we read instead.  Cameron calmly drank his milk while I read the bedtime story to them & then we said prayers.  When we finished, I sent Ethan & Alex out of the room & told Cameron that we couldn't find a paci but it was bedtime.  He snuggled into my shoulder and then pulled back.  I said, "I think it's time we give up the paci anyway.  Right?"  He shook his head yes in agreement.  "You can do it, right? You don't need that silly paci."  He smiled & again shook his head - apparently that was a shaking of his head as if to say "yes, I do need it" because he started wailing again as soon as I put him in the crib.  Ethan & Alex then got to help me straighten most of Ethan's room & then again I moved the crib away from the wall to check behind & under it.  This was after I called Steve & he assured me Cameron had a paci at naptime & then didn't bring it out of the crib after nap so it "must" be there.  It wasn't but I did find one of the pacis we had before the last late night trip to RiteAid for new ones.  The problem is - with that trip to RiteAid, we had to switch to latex instead of rubber pacis because they didn't have the rubber ones & now he doesn't like the rubber ones anymore...the old one was rubber.  I happily told him I found it - the wailing ceased instantly & I went to wash it.  I brought it back & gave it to him & he looked at it like I was giving him a completely foreign object & handed it right back to me.  I gave it back & said, "it's just the old one sweety.  Go ahead, it really is a paci."  He again handed it right back though this time he did get it closer to his mouth first.  So I took him & the paci out of the crib & sat with him - he again gave me the paci.  So I sucked on it for a few minutes to prove it really was a paci then tried again to give it to him.  Nope - he wouldn't take it.  I told him it was all we had & he'd have to take it & put him in the crib & walked away....

Instant wailing again - wailing in itself I could stand but the fact that he was wailing "Mama" as if to say - "how could you do this to me, you are the only one who can help me, please Mama, please help me" - that is a bit beyond what I can stand for a Monday night.  I went back to Ethan's room which is still utter chaos & again got the boys out of bed to help me look....finally, I found another old paci - this one oddly is latex that he refused earlier in the paci progression at about 6 months old so we had to find more rubber ones.  He decided though later that latex were ok & started using that one again about 4 months ago so we now have 3 "good" pacis - the 2 we bought last & this old one.  You have absolutely no idea how happy I was to find this paci which, by the way, we hadn't seen in a week.  I washed it, took it to a wailing Cameron who happily took it, ceased all noises, laid down contentedly & went to sleep in roughly 4 minutes.

From start of the "find the paci" game to the end was roughly an hour and 15 minutes.  I still did not find either of the newest 2 pacis that we have & which he had this morning when I left for work.  Tomorrow either before I get home from work or when I get home from work, Ethan's entire room will be cleaned & I'm fairly certain there will be at least 2 pacis found in the clutter.  Also, Cameron is now allowed to have a paci at naptime & bedtime & no other time....in a couple of weeks, those will be gone as well.  I can't handle another hour+ search for a paci.  My meds just aren't strong enough to sustain that :)

Murphy's Law....

I'm sure at some point I did know but now I have no clue who Murphy is/was or what event caused his "law" to come into existence but I'm absolutely over it.  Seriously, if you are waiting for a phone call you absolutely HAVE to answer, you will wait and wait and WAIT until you absolutely cannot wait any more and you'll go to the bathroom & as soon as you walk away, the call comes OR one of your children will have an accident that requires immediate assistance and the call will come.  If your house has been a germ haven for a week & everyone finally gets well and you make plans to have a lovely relaxing Saturday, a new germ will rear his head & infect another member of your family.  

Last Saturday, Cameron woke up with his eye glued shut from pink eye goop.  Thankfully, we have a wonderful Pediatrician's office that has a "twilight clinic" open evenings, weekends & holidays & we were able to get him an appt that day - we were in & out in about 20 minutes, got a script & 2 days later the ointment had completely cleared up his pink eye - as the doctor had said it would.  It's now Monday & Steve continued to dose him through that day while I went to the clinic at work to see what was wrong with me as I'd developed something over the weekend as well - a sinus infection.  Got a z-pak & went back to work.  

Tuesday's here - what does it bring?  Ethan has pink eye - he's not sure what that means exactly but he quickly decides he LOVES pink eye because it means no school for him & the treatment is only slightly annoying.  I'm on day 2 of antibiotics and should be feeling better....not so much - I'm feeling worse & even more congested.  I leave work early & come home to find that Steve, too, feels bad - probably the same thing I have & Ethan's eye looks no better.  Ethan & I both stay home Wednesday & Steve will go to the doctor, right?  Nope - he's pig headed; he'll just suffer through.  On the plus side, Ethan's pink eye is almost gone so he'll probably be able to go to school Thursday.  

Thursday's here - Ethan goes to school - no pink eye; I stay home - finally feeling relief but not all the way there yet; maybe Steve's not so pig headed as he seems fine today after having only taken sinus meds.  I kind of hate him a little for that.  I was just sick in October/November - it was his turn to get sick - not me again.  Sheesh.  Then again, when I'm sick, I'm still capable of getting up early & getting Ethan ready for school & there on time as well as working a bit (from home) and taking care of whatever else is needed - homework, dinner, etc.  When Steve's sick, he's capable of making sure Alex & Cameron stay alive all day & picking up Ethan from school (sometimes, other times - in the warm days - Ethan is a "walker" those days) - very little else.  Meals for the boys pretty much consist of whatever Alex brings his daddy to fix - cereal, cheese/crackers, etc.  Sorry Steve - but you know it's true.

Finally, Friday is here - I feel awesome - not 100% but so much improved over Tues/Wed that I actually have some pep in my step even while blowing my nose.  School for Ethan, work for me & better still - no pink eye yet for either Alex or Steve.  I didn't get it but the doc had told me the z-pak would likely prevent it anyway.  Bonus!  Got a lot done at work on Friday, came home to dinner being ready & the boys actually eating.  Steve went to work & the boys played all evening.  Cameron announced it was bedtime in his normal way - whining, bringing me his sippy & paci & looking upstairs.  Well, it was 8:00 - I should have seen that & known & then he wouldn't have had to whine.  After putting the other 2 to bed at 9:30 to watch a movie & go to sleep, at 11:30, they finally went to sleep.  I went to bed right at midnight after winding down from having gotten them to sleep finally.  Steve got home just before I fell asleep. 

Ahhhh, Saturday.....I'm sleeping so peacefully as I dream of sleeping in - litterally, I was dreaming that I was sleeping in when all of a sudden....."waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"  Cameron's awake - he probably just can't find his paci...."shhhhhhh, shhhhhh, Cameron, it's ok, shhhhhh" His response (louder) "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" - I open my eyes, it's 3:10am, I get up to get him out.  He's on fire - his entire body is burning up.  Peachy.  So much for my good night's sleep - I could really have used the extra rest, too.  I sooth him back to sleep and start to fall asleep myself ... "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" - he wasn't asleep & saw me heading that way & put a stop to that in a hurry.  Have I mentioned that my loving husband was still up & playing on the computer downstairs & could have come up to relieve me but did not?  That's all right; his turn is coming.  Jump ahead - it's 5:00am, Cameron is still not going to sleep, still burning up despite the fan, tylenol & lack of blankets on him.  So what's he doing, he's feeling all over Daddy's side of the bed & moving over to it & fussing.  I give up, "STEVE!!!" A very sleepy "What?" comes back.  I haven't confirmed this with him but I'm pretty sure he's fallen asleep downstairs playing the computer - that's the last sleep he's getting tonight though.  "Get up here, Cameron wants you."  He begrudgingly comes up saying "no he doesn't."  Wrong.  Cameron proceeded to flip flop back & forth between us until 7:30 keeping us both awake the entire time.  It's like he knew which of us was about to pass out & went to that one.  Then he found a comfortable/comforting spot - for him anyway.  He laid across my body & stayed still - cooking me with his feverish body - I thought he went to sleep.  Steve checked - nope, eyes wide open.  Rotten child but he was sick & that was comfortable so I'll suffer through.  8:30 ticks by, Steve starts snoring....ok so maybe he got another half hour of sleep but to be fair, I had 3 hours between going to sleep & being awakened the first time.  

It's now 9:00ish; the TV is on downstairs which means somehow I managed to sleep for about 20 minutes while the older 2 snuck downstairs.  I wake up Steve & call the other 2 up to get dressed as we have errands to run.  We were going to go to Eileen's to take pictures of the boys but that's not happening - we still have some other stuff to do & I'd like to be done by 11:45 when I can call to get another Twilight Clinic appt.  Errands done, almost in Lexington - it's 11:45 - I actually got through on the first call.  They put me on hold but just for a minute.  God smiled on me - I was the first caller & I got the first appt.  Yep, I can be there by noon, no problem.  WOOHOO!  Steve drops Cam & me off at the door & takes the older 2 to DQ for blizzards as they've been fairly good while we ran errands.  I forgot to mention Cameron had Tylenol before we left the house which apparently worked as he had no temp at all when we got to the doctor despite the 102 degree body that had baked me all night long.  He also tried to go to sleep 3 minutes before we got to the clinic.  I was selfishly happy to have to wake him up for the appt - if I can't sleep, he can't sleep.  

A short 15 minutes in the office & we have a diagnosis - thick fluid behind the ears but not yet an ear infection as it's not yet red & inflamed.  However, he does have infection & swelling up his nose so in another day, the ears would probably be infected as well.  Sinus infection = our friend Augemtin to the rescue & the doc even called it in so 30 seconds after arriving at the drive-thru pharmacy, it's ready.  Finally, we're home, it's 1:00 - it's naptime.  Medicine for Cameron, a drink for the older 2, a text to elementary minister that only Steve will make it tomorrow as I'll stay home with Cam & it's absolutely naptime.  Cameron is asleep in about 5 minutes.  The other 2 are not so compliant but after a few intimidating words from Mama ending with "I have been awake since 3:00am and if you want to play Wii ever again in your life, you will lay down, close your mouth, close your eyes, keep your hands to yourself & go to sleep."  

A 2.5 hour nap makes everything better, right?  Not so much - Cameron woke up with a fever again.  Another dose of Tylenol, Steve heads off to work, I fix dinner for the kids.  Dinner is ready, fever is gone.  Excellent - yeah, I want chocolate.  I know - let's make BROWNIES!  Brownies AND a nap in the same day?  Yes, I think I will.  "If you don't eat every bit of this dinner, you do not get the dessert Mama is making.  Brownies with toffee bits in it."  Everyone ate every bite - no arguments.  Ahhhhhh, I'll show Murphy he & his law can go fly a kite.  

A Fresh Year - A Fresh Start

You may have noticed an incredible lack of blog posts from me in quite some time. With 2 boys, I somehow found the time to blog several times a week. As 2 boys grew to 3 boys from infancy to Kindergarten, I made a "resolution" to blog more often. I then almost stopped blogging altogether. I became more involved in preschool at church working with Alex & Cameron. I joined the PTA at Ethan's school & quickly started volunteering to help with all kinds of things there. Between these activities, doing homework daily, working, trying to still have some "quality" time with the family - reading books, watching movies, playing games, etc., blogging took the back burner - extreme back.

Now with a toddler, a 4 year old & a 1st grader, I've realized things will never slow down again. I also realize I have the world's worst memory for all the adorable things that happen daily, weekly, etc. in the our lives. Oh, I remember the not-so-adorable things like trips to the ER, family illnesses - but the cute stuff like some of the "conversations" I wrote about in the last post, that I don't remember at all. I remembered it when I read it; it really was pretty cute. That means I am going to have to blog more. That means I'm going to have to MAKE time to do it.

I might say this blog is to help family & friends stay updated on what's going on in our lives but truthfully, I get a lot out of it, too. I really enjoy writing it & remembering the boys' expressions during interactions or the sweetness of the moment. I enjoy going back & re-reading what I posted. My regret is that I pretty much missed Cameron's 1st year in blog posts due to the past year's hiatus but I'm sure some of the anecdotes will pop up as I'm blogging other stories. Ethan & Alex are constantly saying "Mama, remember when..." - my response is almost always "no" to which they reply "yes, you/we did." I have to explain that I actually don't remember. I'm not doubting that it happened; I just don't remember it. They seem to remember everything - except where they left something or what I just asked them to do - so I'm sure they'll remind me of little stories to post from time to time.

Now, I've once again put it in writing. Let's see if I can follow through this time.