Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Baby, Baby

I had a dream last night about the baby. In my dream the baby was a boy; its the second "boy" dream that I've had (and in the past, my dreams were a strong predictor of the gender of the baby.) ANYWAY, he was very, very cute and cuddly and was about 6 months old. He was driving me crazy though because he kept taking off his diaper and peeing on the rugs. There was pee EVERYWHERE and it was impossible for me to tell if the pee was from the baby or from Emma and I was losing my mind. I'm sure it was a dream about my anxiety concerning Emma not being completely housebroken and knowing that a baby is on the way.

In other baby bytes, my youngest son is really interested in the baby, hugs and kisses my belly daily and is always wanting to know how the baby is growing and changing. It is very cute and sweet. (Although I should add that when he got angry with me last week -- I think it was because I said he could not have a granola bar -- he shouted at me, "I don't like you and I don't like your baby anymore either!" Which completely cracked me up but got him into some trouble nonetheless. He did apologize later and said he really does love me AND the baby, which I knew he did.) ANYWAY, when I picked-up my youngest son from bible study today, he had created a placemat for Thanksgiving. He had drawn a picture of what he was thankful for. He was beaming when he showed me the placemat and I asked what he drew a picture of (because it was not obvious) and he said, "It is a picture of your baby. I am thankful for our baby." My heart melted. How sweet. I love this kid. I'll order another just like him.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I Knew It Would Happen

I should have kept my mouth shut. But I whispered to my husband this morning: 9 days. Emma has gone 9 days without going in the house.

Not even 2 hours later . . . she peed in the kitchen in the very spot where I whispered to him.

What the heck?

Friday, November 21, 2008

Let It Snow

We woke up this morning to 2-3 inches of snow -- which was completely unexpected! It is the really beautiful snow, the kind that just lays on the tree limbs like powdered sugar. Of course pandemonium ensued and I had 4 little crazy kids scrambling to get dressed to play in the snow (this was at 7:20am).

Of course an expected snow means that my 5 year old son is wearing a pink snowsuit and 3 year old son has no snow gloves. And my 7 year old daughter has no snowsuit at all. But hey, at least everyone has boots that fit!

In other news, I am on antibiotics and feeling 100x better.

And, my dryer is still not working.

Oh, and Emma LOVES LOVES LOVES the snow. I was sort of worried that snow would be like rain for her and that she'd start peeing in the house instead of the snow. But she has been outside most of the morning just running and jumping and playing. Then she comes in the house and lays in front of the forced-air heating vent to dry off. And then back out again.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

7 Days

I am almost afraid to say it . . . because every time I do I think she hears me and deliberately does it just to spite me . . . but here it goes:

Emma has not pooped or peed in the house for 7 days in a row. This is BIG news. You probably thought she was house-trained. So did I. She was doing fairly well, going for about 2 weeks without an accident. But then it would rain and she hates rain so she'd go in the house instead of outside. So then it would take a day or two to get her back on track. But overall she was doing well, as long as there was no rain to contend with.

But then we went to Florida. And she fell apart. I think it was a combination of being completely out of her routine and the fact that she struggled with her IBD while we were gone. Getting her back on track has been a MAJOR challenge.

I have been keeping track of her accidents. (Yes, if you came to my house and looked at my calendar, in addition to seeing ortho appointments and piano lessons, you would also see poop and pee and tally marks. During the month of October she had 23 accidents in the house. 23!!! That is WAAAAYYYYY too many. So far she is doing better in November with 9 accidents so far (and we are 2/3 of the way through the month!)

I feel like we have turned the corner but I won't say it out loud just yet. My oldest daughter even noticed that as soon as I say how well Emma is doing, she has an accident just hours later. So I will keep my thoughts in my head for another few days.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Not much has been happening here lately, so much for my idea to post daily for the month of November.

Here's a rundown of the mundane things that have occurred since our camera broke (ie, no pics included).

PS: These are not listed in any specific order.

1. My husband and younger daughter just returned from a trip to Ireland. They went over for 5 days because my husband's cousin was getting married. (Many people have asked how we decided which kid got to go. Well my oldest has traveled over twice with my husband and twice with my husband and other daughter. Also, my oldest missed 6 days of school due to pneumonia so we didn't think she should miss any more school. My younger daughter seemed like a good candidate as she has not traveled over just with dad. My older son is a home-body and would most likely be homesick and my youngest is just too young. So we settled on my younger daughter.) They had a fabulous time and my husband had the opportunity to see his siblings and to celebrate his dad's 70th birthday while in Ireland.

2. I didn't have to cook for 5 days. We had Lucky Charms Night; pizza night; soup night; Wendy's night; and then on Sunday I took them to a local fav, Jimmy John's for a late lunch/early dinner. However, now that they are home, I am back to cooking.

3. My dryer was broken for 2-3 days. As a result, I swear every piece of clothing in our house is in the process of being laundered. Which means that I have a LOT of folding to do.

4. Except that I am sick. This is my 3rd day of a fever, cough, feeling miserable. So I called the doctor at 8:04am (they open at 8) and was told there are no more appointments today. So I will have to muddle through one more day and go tomorrow and hopefully get some antibiotics. The problem is that being pregnant, it is painful to cough AND the good OTC meds, the ones that actually work, are restricted when you are pregnant.

5. I saved over $70 at the grocery store this week. I was very proud of myself. I took a Coupon Class last month and feel like I am finally in the groove of using the circular to plan meals and coordinating my coupons with the store sales. Do I think I will keep up with this when the baby comes? Probably not, it takes up at least an hour a week. But for now, I am saving money, which is good because it cost $136.40 to get the dryer fixed.

6. I felt the baby moving last night. Pretty cool. I love that feeling; will never tire of it and it will be a feeling I covet until the day I die.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Bouncing the Camera

Let me set the scene for you:

My daughters were at playdates at friends' houses. I was at the grocery store. My husband was in the shower.

The boys were unsupervised.

My 5 year old thought he would tackle his homework: observe the moon and then draw a picture of it. Except that he thought it would also be great to take a picture of it. So he got out the digital camera and started to take pictures. This is where the story gets a little fuzzy. My 3 year old decided that he wanted the camera; I'm not sure if it was a peaceful surrender or hostile takeover, but my 3 year old ended up with the camera and thought it would be fun to bounce it. Yes, he was throwing it up in the air and enjoying the bounce it made when it hit the ground. (I think my 5 year old was enjoying this as well). This is what was going on when my husband discovered the situation.

So he immediately put both boys in bed (it was probably 7:30 anyway) and when I came home from the store I discovered 2 very unhappy little boys and a very broken camera.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Very Happy Voter

I heard there was a long line. So I waited a while. And the line got longer. So I decided to make a day of it: packed a picnic lunch, blanket, drinks, books, and we headed out to vote.

The line was out the door, down the sidewalk and to the curb and threatening to go around the corner.

So we waited. And snacked. And chatted with people in line. It really wasn't too bad. They brought out treats and toys for the kids. And sandwiches for the grown-ups. People were stopping by handing out homemade sandwiches and a woman pulled out her laptop and started playing a movie for the kids. It was kind of fun, festive, like being part of something. But then it started raining and then the fun was OVER. With no umbrella, lots of wind and 4 kids in tow, I was no longer enjoying my voting experience and neither were the kiddos.

You might be wondering why I took the kids with me. The main reason is because my husband is not a citizen (he has a Green Card) and therefore he cannot vote. So I feel that it is my duty to take the kids with me when I vote so they can experience it and hopefully internalize the importance of voting, since not everyone is afforded the privilege of voting.

Anyway, back to the story. As the kids were huddling under the blanket to keep dry,
our local councilwoman came to me and asked if I would like to move up in line, since I had 4 kids with me.


I really just wanted to get inside where it was dry. But once we got inside she kept going and took me right to the front of the line! Which I felt badly about. I wasn't looking to cut in line, only to get dry. But I decided to graciously accept, knowing that most of the time, having 4 kids slows me down and for once, having 4 kids was actually saving me time.

So when it was all said and done, I waited for 1.5 hours to vote. But would have waited for at least 3 if I had not been moved to the front of the line.

When we walked out of there, my oldest declared that it "wasn't worth it" because we "waited in line forever to be in there for like 2 minutes." I was trying to tell her that it wasn't about the amount of time but about the privilege of voting. Not sure she "gets it" but hopefully she will someday.

I'm happy that I voted.


We took the girls to the mall the other day to take part in a milestone that every girl remembers for the rest of her life: the day she gets her ears pierced.

My younger daughter chose gold turtle earrings and my older daughter chose blue metallic ball earrings.

My oldest daughter got her ears pierced when she was 5 but the holes closed-up last year during our month-long battle with lice. She has been asking to have them pierced again and my husband thought it was an appropriate reward for a job well-done at school. However, we had to wait until the end of the soccer season (players are not allowed to wear earrings during games.) My younger daughter has been wanting to get hers pierced but has been too afraid. But she finally put her fears aside and took the plunge.

There were no tears for either girl and they both seem to be enjoying having earrings.

Monday, November 3, 2008


My son is the Very Special Person this week at school. Basically, he is king of the class for a week.

His teacher sent home a questionnaire for us to complete prior to being VSP. So today she gave him a special seat in the class, with me on one side and his younger brother on the other side. She proceeded to ask him the questions (which he answered previously at home with me) and then she had the kids in the class give a thumbs-up if the answer also applied to them. (For example, my son answered that he has 2 dogs. If anyone else in the class has 2 dogs, they are to give a thumbs-up.)

Let me just start by saying that five year-olds are fickle. Either his teacher thinks that I don't know my son at all OR she thinks I answered the questions based on what I think.

On the original questionnaire, my son answered all the questions and I recorded his answers. Of course I expected that he would give the same answers today to his teacher. WRONG!!!! His teacher read the questions and then asked my son to answer them; of course his answers were entirely different from what he told me last week!

Teacher: Where do you live?
Son: I don't know.
Teacher: What house number? Or do you know the street name?
Son: No. Nope.
Teacher: What town do you live in?
Son: I don't know (as he shrugs his shoulders).

Now is it me, or would you be embarressed too??? The kid knows where he lives, house number, street name AND town. Maybe even knows his phone number too.

Next question.

Teacher: What is your favorite food?
Son: Mac and cheese.
Teacher: Well mom says your favorite food is apples.
Son: Yeah! Apples too.

I am sure the teacher was thinking that I was trying to make it seem like I give my kid healthy snacks when in reality he eats boxed food. But he really did say apples!!! Now of course, it looks like I am a liar or possibly that I am living in denial.

Teacher: What is your favorite thing to do at home?
Son: Watch TV.
Teacher: Well mom says here that you like to jump on the trampoline with your brother.
Son: Yeah, I like to do that. And watch TV. Mostly TV.

I should point out here that he gets to watch ONE SHOW PER DAY. However, he was sick last week with an ear infection in both ears and had a fever for 3+ days. So I relax the TV rule when someone is sick; that person gets to lay on the couch and watch as much TV as they want. So he had just come off a TV high, which could explain his love affair with television.

I could go on but I think you get the idea of how the Very Special Person embarrassed his mom on his very special day.

It could have been worse. At least he said his favorite TV show was Zooboomafoo (a PBS show). He could have come out with something really awful that would have made me crawl under the kiddie-sized tables.

Sunday, November 2, 2008


November is National Blog Posting Month. So this means I am supposed to blog every single day for the month of November.

Hmmm. Not sure I have THAT much to say. So we'll see. Maybe I will (if I am feeling chatty) or maybe I won't (if life gets hectic.)

Anyway, there should be some good stuff this week as my 5 year old is Very Special Person this week in his class. This means that I get to stay in his classroom EVERY DAY and help with whatever is going on. I will also have my 3 year old with me so I'm not sure what I will be doing: helping 5 year olds or keeping my 3 year old from making chaos in the 5 year old classroom.

PS: No school Tuesday due to Election Day! Yay! I love a day off!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Soccer Season

My husband and oldest daughter

He was her coach. How CUTE is this picture????

The soccer season came to a close today. I know, I've been a terrible blogger, not even mentioning it until now. But that is a good thing because now you get an overview instead of a blow-by-blow description of the season.

My oldest and my 2 youngest played soccer this fall; it was the first time for all. The boys were part of the Little Player League, which means they mostly played skills-type games (kick, run, jump, etc.) They did not play a real soccer game until the very last day. I thought it would be a good idea to sign-up the boys to play together: they'd have each other and I could combine 2 practices into one. On the first day of practice they had a blast and were so excited to "tell Daddy" all about it. But by the second week, my younger son REFUSED to play. At all. Sat on the sideline for an HOUR, without complaint! I couldn't figure out what was going on with him, he seemed to just lose interest.

Well, as we were sitting on the sidelines about a month into it, he told me the reason he didn't want to play was because his older brother was better than he was; faster, could kick the ball more, and just a better soccer player. If he (youngest) couldn't be the best, he had no interest in playing! I just could NOT believe that I was hearing this from a 3 year old!! I tried to explain that his brother is 5 and therefore faster and more coordinated but my words were useless. He was NOT going to play. Nope. Nothing. I couldn't bribe him. I tried: Gatorade, pizza, withholding the team soccer shirt, etc. Nothing worked. The kid did not play again at all. What a waste of $80! However, my older son really enjoyed playing and really loves his team shirt and soccer socks and shin guards so the $80 was well spent on him.

Then there is my oldest. She's 9 and it was her first time playing soccer. Fortunately, there was another girl on the team who was also brand new to the game. It was not an easy season for my daughter, even though, or maybe because, my husband was her coach. It took a few weeks for them to "get it right" meaning, they (husband and daughter) had to find the balance between conversation and blame about what happened (or didn't happen) during practices and games. So between being a new player, hurricanes and tropical storms (raining out games and practices), and getting pneumonia, it was hard for my daughter to really get in enough field time to hone in on her game. But she didn't complain and persevered and they played a tournament game today and now the season is over. (Which is good because it is getting too cold to sit outside and listen to my 3 younger kids complain about not wanting to be at a soccer game.)

Today's game was quite unusual. I am not a sports fan so you can count on me to give you only the necessary details.

It was a tournament game that went into overtime because no one had scored. After overtime with still no score, the referee reduced the teams to 4 on 4 with no goalies. Still, no one scored. So for the next overtime period they cut the teams to 3 on 3, still no goalie and still no score! So for the NEXT overtime they cut the teams to 2 on 2, no goalie. It was starting to get dire. The poor girls were running all over that field, it is much too large for 2 on 2! They would kick the ball and there would be no one there to receive it. I was starting to think that this was going to go on forever. Yet another overtime period passed, still 2 on 2 and then FINALLY the other team scored a goal. While it was disappointing to lose after all that, it was a bit of a relief. Had they won, they'd be playing again at 12:30 today and they were already completely exhausted after such a long morning game.

So now that soccer and Halloween are behind us, we can look ahead to Thanksgiving and Christmas!!! Yipee!!! What is better than Thanksgiving dinner followed by weeks of baking Christmas cookies?!

The Phillies with Phil

Shane Victorino, Mike Schmidt, QVC Host, Cole Hamels

My next door neighbor, Bec, works in broadcasting for QVC and was working on a show selling Phillies memorabilia. The show aired last night and involved a live studio audience so my husband had a chance to go with Phil to see the Phillies. Phil got a baseball signed by Schmidt (Phillies MVP 1981 World Series) and Cole Hamels (2008 MVP). When my husband found out that Bec got the ball for Phil, he wanted to know what he was going to get -- I told him that just going to the show was gift enough.