Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Hair Cut

BY: Guest Blogger

I wanted to get my hair cut short because my long hair bothered me and I didn't like the feeling of the hair. So I got it cut SHORT. I donated 9 inches to Pantene Beautiful Lengths!!!! Pantene makes free wigs for women who have cancer.

Here are some before and after pictures.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

more baby pictures!!!!!

by Guest blogger

Pictures of the baby!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Signs of Spring

No, I'm not talking about flowers, I'm talking about cuts, scrapes and bruises. The bad news is that my little guy fell down in the alley ("I got my legs tangled") and his forehead broke the fall. The good news is that he spent almost the WHOLE weekend outside playing because the weather was BE-YOO-TI-FUL. Bumps and bruises are par for the course for an energetic little boy.

He was pretty upset when it happened (ouch) and being a little self conscious, he doesn't like explaining it (the forehead) to people. The other night he said, "Mom. Can you say to people, 'Pretend that you can't see his blood streaks?' Cause I don't want to talk about anymore." Easier said than done! I cannot preemptively explain this to each person who sees him, most especially the 18 children in his class.

When I took him to school today, I noticed that a boy in his class has an almost identical mark on his forehead.

Ah, the signs of spring!

Friday, March 19, 2010


The remaining strep cultures came back negative. So we have 3 kids on antibiotics at the moment. Hopefully this will eradicate the strep and we'll be healthy going forward!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Crazy Hair

Bed Head

I walked into Sally's Beauty Supply last night and the woman working behind the counter looked at me and asked, "Crazy hair?"

I was thinking, does my hair really look THAT bad?

She repeated herself, "Crazy hair?"

I was trying to figure out how to respond when she said, "Are you here to get supplies for Crazy Hair Day?"

Oh, right. Tomorrow is Crazy Hair Day at school., "Um nope, I'm not here for that although I would be a hero if I walked into the house with green hair spray."

Of course they were out of green hair spray, what with the next day being Crazy Hair Day AND St. Patrick's Day all rolled into one.

My girls had crazy hair-dos planned.


No one went to school today.

Strep in the house.


The first case appeared three weeks ago. The next kid got it two weeks ago. Then yesterday, yet another kid seemed to have contracted it. So I took him to the doctor, along with the baby (who goes everywhere with me). The doctor, noticing a pattern, cultured the sick child as well as the baby and recommended that I bring the remaining children into the office by the end of the week to be cultured so that we can eradicate this germ once and for all.

The doctor called this morning; both cultures were positive.

Yikes! Babies don't get strep. They just don't. Unless you are a baby who has four older siblings who get great joy out of shoving cheerios into your mouth with their germ-covered fingers because they love seeing you squeal with delight when they do this.

So I scheduled the other three kids for cultures Friday afternoon and hung-up.

And then my oldest came downstairs -- I kid you not -- about 1 minute after I hung-up -- and tells me that she thinks she has strep.

Here we go again.

So I called the doctor and took all the kids in this morning to be cultured.

We'll know tomorrow morning whether we are five for five.

The pediatrician wants me and my husband to be cultured as well, in case we are asymptomatic carriers who are infecting the children. (Highly unlikely. Kids are germ factories.) I explained to him that I'm on antibiotics (one positive aspect of an abscessed tooth) so that leaves my husband as the main suspect in the case of the strep throats. He's going to cultured tomorrow.

Spring cannot come soon enough! I'm tired of winter and cold and dark and snow and rain and sickness and root canals. I keep telling myself that it will all seem better once spring is here. The light is (literally) at the end of the tunnel.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Today is Mis-Match Day at school. I think they did a pretty good job, don't you?

In other news, we're off to the pediatrician; third child has succumbed to strep in as many weeks.

And, am scheduled for a root canal Friday. Never thought I'd be excited to get one but I am looking forward to the relief.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


(This image has nothing to do with this posting. Just thought it's more interesting to include a pic with the posting.)

Yesterday I headed out to a HUGE consignment sale along with two of my neighbors. We all had babies within a few weeks of each other so we thought it would be fun and cost-effective to hit a big sale together.


First of all, we're being hit with a nor'easter this weekend so we're experiencing a colossal amount of wind and rain. (But hey, at least it's not snow, right?) Frankly, had I not already planned to go with friends, I would have skipped the sale entirely and opted for a jammie day instead.


I have an abscessed tooth. Ouch. Long story, won't go into details here but I've been having problems with this particular tooth for a few weeks and then Friday night (of course, on a weekend!) it became very clear to me that something was very wrong with my tooth. So I made an early-morning call to my dentist, left a call-back number, and headed out to the sale.

When we arrived, there were hundreds of cars already parked and another hundred in front of us waiting for spaces. Again, had I been alone, I would have turned around, headed for the nearest Starbucks and would have enjoyed some quiet time. But we persevered. We found parking; not in a parking lot, but in a field. So we had to trek through wind and rain for what seemed like 5 minutes to get to the building that was housing the sale. (No joke, my face was aching from the wind and rain, not to mention aching from the tooth.) So we get into the sale and split up. It was crazy. Crazy-crowded. Crazy-hectic. I had never been to this sale before so I didn't know the lay of the land so I just wandered around trying to prioritize my shopping needs.

Here is where I need to mention that the sale is run by a Mothers of Multiples club. So there are tons of items available. But most of the great bargains were already gone. You see, if you have twins, triplets, etc., you get into the sale early. If you don't, you have to wait until 9AM. So by the time we got in at 9:05AM, most of the great stuff was gone. Again, if I had been alone, I would have left.

So I spend about 20-30 minutes shopping and then get in line. And wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, about 20 minutes later, someone from the sale comes along and says there is an Express Line for those who have less than 10 items. Me! Yay! I get moved to the Express Line. But guess what? The Express Line has ONE check-out register. The other line has EIGHT. So I wait. And wait. And watch the people who were in front of me in the first line check-out and leave. And I still can't see the front of the Express Line. Really wanting to leave BUT figure that I'm gonna have to wait for my friends so I might as well stay in line. Finally, about an hour later (total wait time, 1.5 hours), I get to the front of the line and pay $22 for my seven items. Good deals? Yes. Worth my while? No.

But wait. It gets so.much.worse.

We head outside into torrents of rain. We start to get nervous as we see that a LOT of cars seem to be stuck in the mud. We are noticing tow trucks pulling cars out of the mud. Uh oh.

Yep, we were stuck. But hey, I'm strong, I go to the gym. I think I can push us out. Ha! I ended up soaking wet and muddy. And as I'm out in the howling wind, trying to push us out, my dentist calls on my cell phone. I could hardly hear what he was saying to me but piece together that he is calling in an antibiotic and pain killer and call the endodontist on Monday. Great, relief.

Back in the car.

Implement Plan B: call Triple A. Done. Wait. And wait. And wait. Because every other person stuck in the mud also called AAA. Did I mention that my friend has her baby along? Yep. And he's tired. And we're cold. And wet.

Under normal circumstances, one would start the car and turn on the heat to keep warm. Except when someone's husband (not mine) neglected to put gas in the car the day before. So we can't even use the heat because then we will be stuck in the mud AND out of gas. So we shiver and chat and try to make the best of it.

Finally, AAA comes BUT the guy tells us that he's going to start at the end of the lane and he'll get to us after he pulls out all the cars that are parked between us and the road. Ok. No problem. Just happy to know that help is here.

At this point, I am really wishing that I had stayed home.

We really didn't have to wait too long, I think he pulled four cars out of the mud before he got to ours. And then we were on our way. First stop? Gas station. Second stop? Pharmacy. Got my meds.

When I got home, I took my meds and got into the shower to warm my chilled self. Then I put on my pajamas.

Then the pain meds kicked in (Tylenol with codeine) and I got completely loopy. Like couldn't-walk-down-the-stairs-without -holding-onto-the-bannister. Loved the pain relief, did not love the dopey feeling. And then, all of a sudden, it hits me:

I probably should not be taking this medicine because I am nursing. If it makes me feel this out-of-it, what will it do to the baby? So I start googling and discover that indeed, I should not be taking this medicine if nursing. I'm not sure why this did not occur to me earlier? Too much pain was clouding my judgement? Being stuck in the rain and mud was distracting me when talking to the dentist? And at this point, my mind is so fuzzy that I'm not even sure I am thinking clearly. So I called my sister (who is also nursing) for her advice. But she wasn't home so I left a message.

And then I went back to trying to figure out what to do. I decided that I would not take any more pain meds and would wait 24 hours for the meds to leave my system and then I would resume nursing. But when the pain meds started to wear off, it became clear to me that I was going to have to figure out something else, anything else, because my mouth hurts.

And then the phone rings and it's my sister. And she laughs and says, "Oh my gosh, your message was so funny, you sounded like you were drugged!" So I tell her that I was (still am!) drugged! Thankfully, she helped me come up with a plan. It's not a grand plan but so far it seems to be working. I'm continuing with the pain meds, taking a half dose only. (Half dose takes the edge off of the pain without making me feel like I'm going to fall over.) I'm giving the baby a bottle for now and will pump as needed (1-2x per day) and hopefully we can resume nursing when I'm no longer on pain meds.

And right now you are probably saying to yourself, "She is rambling on so much, she must still be on the pain meds."

Yes, yes, I am.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Beiber Fever

Yesterday was a day of concerts. First the viola and then, Justin Beiber!

My friend/neighbor, Bec, called a couple weeks ago and asked if my girls wanted free tickets to see Justin Beiber. I said, "Who is Justin Beaver?" Apparently he is a teeny-bopper-singer and of course, my girls knew who he was, even though I was (and still am) clueless.

Bec works for QVC and Justin performed a studio concert last night. She snagged tickets and the girls, along with 2 of their friends (friends' mom also works at QVC) scored front row seats! The concert started at 10PM and they were on tv several times during the 30 minute segment. They had a GREAT time.

I'm thinking this is the best way to attend teeny-bopper concerts: free tickets at a venue close to home, 30 minutes long, in bed by midnight. Sign me up for more!

Friday, March 12, 2010


My 8 year old daughter had her first strings concert today. She started playing the viola in October and seems to enjoy it (and I think she might actually have some musical talent, unlike her parents. I have musical talent on my side of the family, as does my husband. It appears that maybe that gene skipped a generation as neither one of us are musically inclined.)

Having said that, my husband performed at the concert as well. Each student had to choose a parent to "teach" to play their instrument. I was so glad that she chose my husband and not me! All the parents had to go up to the front and play a song (hot crossed buns). The kids definitely sounded better than the parents! Our elementary school has a new principal this year and she got up there and played right alongside the parents.

I was so proud of my daughter because not only did she do well, but she learned the "bonus" song on her own. (The bonus song was not required; students had to teach themselves to play it. Then they had to play it for the teacher in order to get permission to play the bonus song at the concert). She did a great job and I look forward to more orchestra concerts as she progresses.

My daughter is on the stage, the second from the right. It's a terrible picture, but it's the best we could get from where we were seated.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Happy Birthday, Uncle Dan!!!

Today is my brother's birthday, Happy Birthday, Dan!

He's serving in Afghanistan with the National Guard; since we can't be with him today, I thought the next best thing was to wish him a happy birthday via the blog. He just arrived in Afghanistan last week so I have no idea if he has internet access yet or not, but here it goes:

Be safe, love you lots, hugs from all of us.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Countdown to Kindergarten

Today I registered my 4 year old for kindergarten. You cannot imagine the amount of paperwork involved in doing this. I must have printed our address at least 8 times on 5 different forms. I started on the paperwork the other night after everyone went to bed. I started at 9:40PM and worked continuously until 10:20PM. Yep. 40 minutes, no joke. I had writer's cramp by the end. The worst part about this is that registering for kindergarten (for me) is like the movie Ground Hog Day; I just keep doing it over and over.

I registered last year (for my son who is in kindergarten now). I registered the year before (because I planned to send him and then decided on PreK instead.) I registered my younger daughter when it was her turn. And I registered my oldest daughter twice (similar situation to my son/PreK.) So I have registered six times!!!

Fortunately I have a 4 year break before having to go through the registration process again!