Monday, March 30, 2009

New content!

I have apparently posted 6 times in the last 24 hours, which is odd because I really haven't spent THAT much time on here...

Anyway, just make sure to scroll all the way down the page for a bunch of new stuff. I have pics of Alex, pics of Emma, a book review and a book signing opportunity (for anyone who follows Dooce like I do).

Have fun!

Alex!

I finally captured the essence of the booty-shaker that is my son. Enjoy. :-)







Emma!

Enough with the talking already. Pictures!




Tutu! I bought one like this for cousin Jazlyn too, except it's red, white and pink and longer.



Crawling! Some of her first crawling pics.

Pictures!

Finally! So I actually remembered to get my camera, sit down and upload all of my photos - plus the ones from my phone, which are actually more relevant because they captured (albeit fuzzily) most of Emma's big milestones over the past month or two.

I'll try to keep this as concise as possible, but I know some people ONLY come here for pictures and I've been sorely remiss lately. Onward!


Emma pulling up for the first time


The morning I woke up to find Emma sitting up in bed for the first time



Alex at TKD in his sparring gear


Big brother, little sister


Big brown eyes...who can resist?

SMALL BABY! This is baby Tanner, who at this moment is no bigger than 6 pounds. Can you tell how absolutely NOMMABLE he is?

More pics in the next post, plus later I'll have an all-Alex post where he shakes his moneymaker. I'm not kidding.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Love This!

You know you're in love when you begin mirroring your 10-month-old's wiggly, smiley, floppy-hand shrieking noises because you JUST CAN'T HELP IT, SHE IS SO DAMNED A-FREAKING-DORABLE.

Books

Speaking of books, I've had lots of time to read lately. Having a 4 year old who loves preschool and a 10 month old who loves to take 3 hour naps, plus LOTS of free time off work the past few weeks has been GREAT when it comes to consuming new reading material.

So I FINALLY (after, I swear, like 6 months) finished The Host, Stephenie Meyer's non-Twilight novel, which actually was pretty good and not as whiny as the Twilight series (although I never got past New Moon, and I hear the third book is better). Quick synopsis of The Host - humans are virtually extinct because "parasites" (think worm invading our brains) have enslaved us. Except these parasites are fundamentally good, and the one invading the main character, Melanie, begins realizing that not only is her host not gone, but it's really hard to WANT her gone. Once I had time to actually sit down with it, I really enjoyed getting through this one. This one seemed like Meyer was trying to reach a slightly older audience, although it still is a young adult novel (don't be expecting Faulkner, here).

Then I started the Marked series, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast - another vampire story. I like the bloodsuckers, what can I say? This mother-daughter team seems to really understand teen minds (mainly because the daughter isn't much older than a teen herself and made sure that her mom didn't sound like a dork [her words] when she wrote the character). In an odd divergence from the Twilight series, this one seems like it's written to a younger audience but addresses issues like sexuality, language and overall bitchy teenagers in a more adult way. Twilight was definitely more tame and addressed sexuality just the way you'd think an LDS author would (Meyer is a card-carrying Mormon - went to BYU and everything). The Marked series begins with the main character witnessing an attempted blow job, so it kind of blows (hehe...no pun intended) the Twilight subtlety out of the water.

The main character, Zoey, lives in a universe where vampyres (the olde spellyng) are real and you don't change into one if you're bitten, you have to be chosen and Marked. And even then you might die while you're changing. But Zoey gets Marked and finds out that she's a special fledgling chosen by the Goddess Nyx (Night) to be her eyes and ears. And that doesn't cause her as much trouble as you might think, because her new friends accept her difference - it's just outside influences like her very religious stepfather and Stepford Wife mom that cause the problems.

Anyway, I just started the third book in the Marked series, and it's definitely something I'd recommend for light reading. A friend once told me she wouldn't let her daughter read it, but I think about what I was reading in 5th or 6th grade (right about the age that kids would start getting interested in these books)... Compared to some of those novels, most of which would definitely NOT be considered young adult, I would wholeheartedly endorse these for teens. A short list of books I read back then - I discovered V.C. Andrews, of Flowers in the Attic fame, as well as Dean Koontz, horror novelist (back then he was strictly horror, now he has really expanded his repertoire to the quantum-physical level). So compared to those two authors, yeah, Marked is tame.

I've been reading a lot of vampire books lately. Maybe someone should start checking Scott for bite marks. Hehehe...

Dooce!

My favorite mommyblogger (although don't call her that in person, apparently she hates it), Dooce (AKA Heather Armstrong), will be in the PNW on Monday and Tuesday this week for book signings. Her new book, It Sucked, and then I Cried, which I sadly haven't read yet, is bound to be as hilarious and self-deprecatingly charming as her website is.

PORTLAND, OR
Monday, March 30
7:30 PM PST
POWELL'S
1005 W. Burnside Avenue
Portland, OR

SEATTLE, WA
Tuesday, March 31
7:00 PM PST
THIRD PLACE BOOKS
17171 Bothell Way NE
Lake Forest Park, WA 98155

I would totally go, but...well, I swear, I'm not creepy stalkerish like that. Really I'm not. See, there WAS this one time in high school...but I've moved past that. But I think Heather would get it if I told her I loved her and wanted to have her babies.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Pondering

I really should stop using all caps.

But does that mean I'm going to actually DO it?

OF COURSE NOT.

SMALL BABY! MUST NOMNOMNOM

So on top of one of my best friends having her twins on my birthday last week, another of my best friends had her baby on Monday. I am SWIMMING in babies, people. Plus I've got another coworker due in May.

I got to see Tanner (singleton baby, not one of the twins) today. I swear, I have never held such a small baby. See, an average-sized baby is, well, pretty average for the size that I'm used to holding. Actually, the smallest baby I've ever held was about 7 pounds. Tanner was 6lb7oz at birth, and today, he was 5lb15oz. I could almost have held him in my hand.

He wasn't early or anything, their family I guess just happens to make small babies. OK, so I happen to make freakishly large babies. Which probably is at least part of the reason I'm in a lot of pain right now, THANK YOU ALEX AND EMMA FOR CARRYING WAAAAAY OUT FRONT AND PUTTING LOTS OF STRESS ON MY LOWER BACK.

Well, that and the fact that I'm ridiculously overweight and I carry it all around my middle, but this is America, and I have every right to blame someone else for my problems. Hell, the democrats want to make that America's slogan, don't they?

Ahem, sorry for that completely random political tidbit, I don't know where that came from.

Anyway, the only reason I had for posting this was that I held a completely tiny 5 lb tidbit today and all I wanted to do for the whole half hour I was there was dip him in ketchup and EAT HIM.

So very NOMMABLE.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

OUCH.

So I had my first steroid epidural shot yesterday. My new least favorite phrase EVER: "I have to STIMULATE THE PAIN so I can tell exactly where to inject the medicine."

OW.

Let me repeat that.

OW OW OW OW OW.

And they wouldn't even let Scott come in to hold my hand.

It wasn't so bad at first - they stuck the needle in and it pinched, big deal. It was when he was wiggling that needle around to STIMULATE THE PAIN that I broke into tears. I literally whimpered. Like a damned dog, I whimpered.

They took xrays while he was wiggling the damned needle around to make sure he had the right spot, which was why Scott couldn't be in there, but goddamnit, he WILL be with me when I get my next one. There's no way I'm lying on a table with my ass hanging out in front of three people, whimpering and blubbering WITHOUT SOMEONE HOLDING MY HAND.

HE WILL HOLD MY HAND NEXT TIME.

I don't care if the xrays make him sterile. I don't want any more kids anyway.

Fuckers. God, that hurt.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Must. Remain. Calm.

I just keep repeating this to myself any time I try to teach Alex something related to reading. I swear, I feel like I'm suiting up for battle. More on this in a minute.

I've been rather busy the last few days despite the fact that I'm supposed to be resting. I managed to sneak into work and get some stuff done, but I have to get Reading report cards done by Tuesday so you may not hear from me before then. (Side note: Dawn, when you read this give me a call if I haven't called you already. I have some health-related questions for you.)

Emma came VERY close to saying "bye-bye" today. She also gave Dora and Boots kisses tonight. She really loves it when I read to her, and she's finally stopped trying to grab the book and twist it or crumple it while I'm reading. Dora seems to be her favorite, although that's probably just because of the big heads, open faces and bright colors.

She is starting to recognize commands now - she will point at things when I ask her, "Where's ____? Point to ______," in addition to stopping things when I tell her no. When she picks up a sock and I tell her, "That's a sock," she will bring it to her foot and try to put it on. Speaking of socks, she also will take off her socks and put them in her laundry basket while she's in her crib. THAT one had me giggling.

She also says "Ah ah" (arf arf) when I say "Doggie," or, "What does the doggie say?" or if she sees a dog. She's really exploring her vocal range, combining lots of consonant-vowel sounds, and I can tell she's going to start talking up a storm any day now. She gets so frustrated when she can't do something or can't communicate what she wants, but she's starting to figure out that there are ways that she can get something across to us.

Alex has decided that it's his goal in life to make sure Scott and I live by our own rules. He has told us several times that we need to "Stop that attitude" or "Don't show that tone." If he weren't right 75% of the time I'd tell him to knock it off. :-)

So, back to the heading of my post. One of the things that worries me most about Alex is his tendency to be SO much like me in one area - he HATES being wrong. I think that is what has been a huge block to his learning to read so far. He hates being wrong and he knows how frustrated I get when I try to teach him something and he can't focus on it. We have gone over the letter "A" 900 million times but he still can't tell me that the fourth letter in the word "bread" is an A. Being so NOT a primary teacher (I swear, those three years I spent teaching 3rd grade were three years too many) I have never had the patience for teaching the littlest ones. It has been quite a learning experience trying to adapt my teaching style to my most challenging student. I think we might have had a little breakthrough today though.

I decided to stop focusing on the letters themselves so much because there's obviously a block there and he may not be developmentally ready to start recognizing and naming those letters. And I already talked to the doctor - she said they don't start evaluating anything until they're school age and it's causing a problem there. So I decided to focus on concepts of print and word recognition. It seemed logical to go with the concepts of print thing, but word recognition just popped into my head as something to try. So this morning we worked on recognizing how many words are on a page by acknowledging the space between them. So we counted words on the first page before we read the story. Tonight I asked him what goes in between words, and he remembered that a space goes between them (score 1 for Marci!). Then we worked on the direction that we read, and he was able to tell me (with a little prompting) that we read from left to right and top to bottom. I had him point to the words as I read them, and I read fast or slow depending on how fast his finger was moving.

Then I showed him the word "the" and asked him if he saw any other words on the page that were exactly the same. He first started pointing to random words, which is his typical response, and I can't tell if it's because he really doesn't see the connection or he's just afraid to get the wrong one so he just points to anything on the page. Trying to be patient, I just kept pointing out the word "the" and asking him if the word he pointed to was really exactly the same. So then he starting pointing to words with letters from "the" - a "t" here, an "h" there, which was a bit encouraging, because it means he does recognize the letters, even if he can't name them. He even said, "But that's the same one" when pointing to an "h." He finally was able to find the other two "the"s on the page, and I told him what the word was. I then read the story to him, stopping every time I came to a "the" and having him say it. Although I had to make sure he was actually looking at my finger pointing to the word, as opposed to just saying "the" every time I paused in my reading. THAT was the hardest part - making sure he stayed focused.

I do NOT envy his future teachers.

Anyway, he learned several things today - there are spaces between words, we read left-right and top-bottom, and the word "the." I even wrote the word "the" on a card and put it in the pocket chart in his room, and since he was able to recognize it I game him 2 stickers - one for him and one on the card. I told him that any time he recognizes the word anywhere he'll get another sticker on the card. He seemed really excited about that part.

We'll see if it sticks.

He has really gotten into reading lately. He has been constantly asking us to read to him, and he was very excited to pick out his own book when we went to Borders yesterday. He asked me to read it to him at least 12 times today. I'm hoping that this enthusiasm will gradually translate into increased enthusiasm for the mechanics of reading.

Speaking of mechanics of reading, does anyone have any suggestions in this area for me? I've tried flashcards but he has no patience for them, and I've tried more kinesthetic approaches (giving him foam or fabric letters to handle, tracing letters with his fingers, drawing letters on the ground and having him walk on them, whiteboards and markers, etc.) but he still doesn't seem to get letter (or number, for that matter) recognition. I really just need to know if I'm worried for no reason or if I should be concerned, because his preschool has said the same things that I've been concerned about lately. He mixes up letters and numbers and can't focus there either.

I'm just hoping that one day something will suddenly click and I won't have to worry about it, but until that happens, isn't it my prerogative to worry?

Must. Remain. Calm. My new mantra.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Woohoo!

Doc says I don't need surgery. Actually, doc says they want to avoid surgery if at all possible, but that's another issue.

I have 2 disks that are bad. The lowest is the worst, and that's the one causing all the pain. I'll start steroid injections next week - I'll get a course of three and we'll see how those work. I'm hoping to be back at work by the end of Spring Break in 2 weeks.

REALLY looking forward to not hurting. And not being on mind-altering drugs. :-)

In other news, my friend Sara had her twins on my birthday! They were born at 28 weeks, so they've got a long road, but they're doing great. They were both taken off their ventilators yesterday and they're really strong. Congrats Sara!

I'm debating heading in to school today. I have to update my gradebook and print out my grades so I can do reading report cards, but Scott gets really pissed when I talk about going in to work. Maybe I just won't tell him. ;-)

Emma is hitching now. She has gotten really good at pulling to standing, and she's starting to explore walking. She's taken a few steps while holding to our hands and is getting more comfortable with it.

I think we've decided to let Alex's hair grow out. His friend Spencer at school has long hair and I think he wanted to be like Spencer. Alex has great hair, and it'll look really nice grown out...but he does have that massive noggin (you know, that big brain of his) and I'm not sure long hair will look good on him. He wanted to try it, so we'll see.

That's all for now. Off to spend some quality time with the baby girl.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Open mouth. Insert foot.

I have this uncanny ability to make things happen entirely based upon the expression of my own negativity.

So much so, that I KNEW that if I got on my blog and publicly bitched about my husband not taking hints, even though he doesn't read my blog he would somehow come through and do exactly what I wanted him to do.

Which makes me feel like an ass. Although a rather-good-at-prognosticating ass.

He came home late last night, which should have been my first clue. We got the kids in bed, watched a little TV, and for some odd reason he actually came to bed the same time I did, which should have been my second clue. So I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth - and there on the counter was the mecca of all birthday gifts: the jeweler's giftbag.

Not only did I get this, I also got these. And get this - he made his own card. It said, "The small one on the right is from Alex. The small one on the left is from Emma. And the big one in the middle is from me."

Then he got Alex and Emma to put their fingerprints on the card, flanking his own.

Now if that's not the sweetest, most romantic thing ever, I don't know what is. He literally put their fingerprints on the card. No one else will ever have a card like that. Because those are my babies' fingerprints. And yes, I just called my husband my baby. Which totally sounds weird, but we'll just look past that for the moment.

And yes, I cried. Not because of the jewelry (that would be a little materialistic of me, wouldn't it? Ah, screw it, what girl doesn't love jewelry?). But because of the card. Because of the teeny-tiny little smudges of Alex and Emma. And the ginormous heart of my forgiving, wonderful, sweet, loving husband.

He did good. And he's totally redeemed himself for not taking hints.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Do I feel old?

Can't tell you how many times I've gotten this question - most from my husband, har har, making fun of me because I'm TWO WHOLE YEARS older than he is.

Honestly, yeah, right now I do feel rather old. But that has more to do with the fact that I'm a little out of commission right now.

Normally, no, not at all. 30 is the new 20, right? :-)

And all I have to do to remind myself that I'm not "old" is think about how happy I am. I have everything anyone could ask for. A wonderful, loving, caring, supportive husband who smells really good. He does, really. An amazing, brilliant, talented, outgoing, sweet and (mostly) obedient son. A happy, smiling, sweet, easygoing, wonderful daughter who understands "no" at 10 months. A substantial roof over our head and the ability to pay the mortgage. Two quality cars with good insurance, plus the ability to drive them (although for me, there's a short-term hiccup in the ability to drive thing. But everything is temporary.) Two families that live close by so our children can grow up KNOWING THEM. I didn't really know my extended family. I still don't. And I wish I had.

No, I don't feel old. I feel lucky, although I don't really believe in luck. I believe in working hard to get what you deserve, although I'm not really sure how working hard got me the wonderful people I have in my life.

So, on the eve of my 30th birthday, even though I just ranted about the stuff my husband DIDN'T do, I'd like to take this moment to thank him and everyone else in my life who makes me as happy as I am.

Damn, I really am lucky.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

This.

I want THIS. And it's even on sale!

But you know the funny part? He DOESN'T READ MY BLOG!

Hahahahahahahaha HA HA

They really DON'T get it.

Now, after 8 years together, I have learned something interesting about my husband. It was something that I was convinced couldn't be true, but come to find out, it really, truly, clear-as-day IS.

MEN DO NOT GET HINTS.

I have learned this, rather annoyingly, actually, over the last 7+ years, and this time, since I HAVE learned this, I tried a different tactic.

I TOLD. I didn't HINT.

I said, "You better do something big for my birthday. I'm turning OLD, we'd better celebrate."

I said, "I've never been to the Space Needle. Let's go for my birthday."

I said, "I want a mixmaster for my birthday."

I said all of these things not once, not twice, but multiple times over the past month. He has TOLD me that I need to TELL him, not HINT, when I want something. So I TOLD him.

So today, the last Saturday, the last night we really have to go out before my birthday, I ask, "Did you make reservations at the Space Needle?"

Do I really need to tell you, dear readers, what the answer to that question was?

Well, actually, I do, because it illustrates my point.

He said, "I thought you wanted a weekend away."

...

A wha...?

Did I say ANYTHING about a weekend away up there? Okay, granted, a weekend away would be GREAT, but he told me to tell him what I WANTED, so I DID.

Oh, the other thing he said? A weekend away would be contingent on me feeling better. Which sounds very sweet, but in Scott-speak, is really just another stall tactic so he doesn't have to actually plan something by any particular date. Because I guarantee you that this weekend away is not planned in any sense of the word.

He is such a wonderful man. I couldn't ask for a better husband, father, man. But I think, after 8 years, I think I've learned to accept this part of him. I'm going to have to give up ever expecting to be surprised by a gift.

Even after I've hit him over the head with it.

Dammit, I think I'm just going to go buy myself some jewelry. I'll tell him it's his birthday gift to me.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I am officially old.

Well, not yet, my 30th birthday isn't until next week.

But I've been hearing all this junk about Twitter lately and decided to check it out. So I signed up, got a user ID and...got bored.

I mean, really, who needs to know what I'm doing at all times? Up to the minute? I've got a blog to document what happened that day, week, or month (the fact that I've been updating every day is amazing). And I have a hard enough time keeping my blog entries shorter than a novel, Twitter requires less than 150 characters (I think - I have an account but I haven't actually done anything with it).

That and Facebook. Gah. Any friends that I might have added to Facebook I'm already friends with on Myspace, but again, I signed up to check it out. And yeah, same old, same old.

I text, I Myspace, I blog - that's enough to keep up with the kiddies these days.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Yeah, so...drugs. DRUUUUUUUGS.

So I tried to go without percocet yesterday. I made it until about 2:00. I might have made it longer if I hadn't gone to get coffee at Fred Meyer with my parents, but after that?

Well, now I'm on percocet, motrin and a muscle relaxant.

So let's just say I'm not going to try going without again. I might have been okay if I hadn't tried to DO anything. I mean, WHAT was I thinking? God forbid I actually try to get out of the house.

So I took the motrin after lying on the couch, doing deep breathing exercises in between yelping and moaning. Motrin and percocet together actually make me feel almost normal. Which means I just tried to do laundry.

Which means in about 15 minutes I'm going to be yelping and moaning again.

When will I learn?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Precious gems

These adorable little nubbins happened all in the span of five minutes.

Nubbin #1: So I'm telling my mom about the whole staying-in-bed-in-the-early-morning thing with Alex, and how we can't leave any loopholes or Alex will find them.

Alex: What does loophole mean?
Me: Someday when you can read, you can look that word up in the dictionary.
Alex: (this is a direct quote, and I'm not sure even he could tell you what it means) Well, dictionary raisins means PANTS!

That's right, PANTS.

Nubbin #2: After my mom tells me to stick to my guns on this issue.
Alex: Stick to your testicles, Grandma!

Nubbin #3: Emma starts crawling toward something on the floor.
Alex: (handing me a little piece of bark or something) If you find stuff on the floor that can hurt my sister you get a sticker.

And no, we never told him that.

Nubbin #4: Alex and Emma were playing with the game Guess Who - Emma was pawing at the cards and the little flippy parts, and Alex didn't want her to, so he pulled the game away and growled at her. She sat back, giggled, then growled back at him. They did this 3 times. I almost died.

You know that feeling where you love something so much your heart just wants to jump out of your chest?

Yeah. That.

Monday, March 9, 2009

I really hate staying home.

All day I've fought this niggling little feeling that I have SOMETHING I should be doing, that doesn't involve tossing Emma in the air, reading stories or blowing raspberries.

Don't get me wrong, if there's anything that could convince me to be a stay-at-home-mom, Emma is it. She makes this whole thing look easy. She gets fussy, feed her. She gets fussy after eating, put her to bed. Let her entertain herself as long as she wants, then play with her the rest of the day. That's pretty much it.

But I can't help feeling guilty about not being at work. Scott (and everybody else) won't let me DO anything - I can't drive because the pain and the percocet are too distracting. I can't clean because I can't bend down. I can barely shower because I'm standing for too long (and I hate baths). (BTW, here's the mindbleach. You're welcome.)

Today was the first day I actually stayed home all day - the other days I've gone to spend with my mom, but that even makes me feel guilty because SHE won't effing sit the hell down. I'm not supposed to DO anything. And I'm BORED.

Anyway, I'm hoping to spend the day with my mom tomorrow so I'm at least not so bored. And I'm planning on trying to go without percocet for a bit to see if I really need it or if I can manage the pain some other way. To be continued...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Nothing new.

Emma seems to have decided she's tired of surprising us with something new everyday. Today she said Mamamama a lot, but there's no real proof that she has any clue what it means yet.

Alex had a disastrous TKD lesson on Saturday - he wouldn't listen, he started whining, and we ended up CARRYING him (yes, Scott actually picked him up and carried him) out of there early.

He seems to have entered another difficult phase, which, apparently, seem to coincide with stretches of him deciding he doesn't like to sleep. I mean, duh - the kid's tired, he acts up. So Scott and I talked yesterday and decided to make it VERY clear to him that when he wakes up before 6 in the morning (hell, even before 7, we're lucky if he sleeps past 7) he will only be allowed to lay back in bed, close his eyes, and try to go back to sleep. No playing, no talking, no banging, no kicking the bed or walls (we actually have to say all of this to him, because god forbid we leave ANY leeway - if there's a loophole, he will find it).

Anyway, we tried it this morning, and for some reason it actually worked. He woke up at 7 and I didn't think there was any chance. But Scott gave him the rundown and was about to leave when I reminded him, "Make it clear what will happen if he doesn't do it," so Scott said that he wouldn't get to see Grandma and Grandpa if he didn't listen.

We had two blessed hours of silence. And sleep, because we got to go back to sleep. Emma was up eating for awhile but she fell asleep in my arms (awwwww - I think that's the only time she's ever done that, she always has to be put down in her crib) and we actually got to sleep a little longer. The glory! The rapture!

We'll see if it works again.

Other than that, nothing new to report. It's day 5 of Project Wean The Baby, and I haven't had any ill effects - a little sore in the boobage area but nothing as bad as my back. That is still hurting, and I can't walk around for very long before I literally can't walk. Percocet helps but only if I stay off my feet.

I'm calling tomorrow to see if I can get in with the other doc.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

History repeats itself

So my doc said it's virtually impossible for me to do a full 8-hour workday right now (duh) and I can't go half days without getting my pay cut in half because I don't have much sick leave (used it for maternity leave last year). So, until I either get the pain under control, which doesn't seem likely, since I'm taking percocet every four hours and still having leg spasms, or I get the consult and they shoot cortisone into my back, I'm out of work.

Which is funny, because last year, same time, I went out early because of back pain during my pregnancy. I had been hoping to work until the date of my c-section, but it was back and hip pain that made it hard to move then. I wonder if I had gotten the MRI back then that we'd have caught this sooner. Anyway, I'm going to enjoy my time off. As much as I can. :-)

Alex had black belt club class tonight. He didn't do very well, but he went to bed late last night, woke up at 5:15 and wouldn't go back to sleep, AND had both dance and an extra class of TKD today. We're going to skip the extra TKD class next week so he'll hopefully be less tired and more focused.

I found Emma standing in her crib this morning. Up to today she had only pulled up to her knees, and today I heard her making this weird chirping noise so I went to check on her. Sure enough, she was teething on the rail of the crib, standing straight up. Something new every day these days.

Well, more drugs to take. They weren't being very effective earlier, except for making me really loopy during TKD (I actually said, "We don't wear holes with socks in them," to Alex at one point). See you all tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Gah.

So I talked with the receptionist at the neurosurgeon's office today. Apparently my case isn't "urgent" and therefore I don't warrant a consult until March 18th. Which means I get to deal with it. In pain, for the next two weeks, and then even longer as I wait for surgery (if needed). So now I'm sitting here with this doctor's note saying I need a break from work for the next week, when I'm apparently not in danger of rupturing a disk right away, which means I SHOULD BE BACK AT WORK.

Even though 4 hours on my feet is enough to make me cry and I have to sit in the car, writhing and mewling, waiting for 10 minutes for the heated seats to kick in so the inflammation can go down and I can drive home.

So both of these things make me want to punch myself in the face. Because really, I mean, there isn't another better way of handling the situation, so I might as well just do something stupid that might make me feel better. You know, because punching something feels good. Until you realize you just punched yourself and it hurts.

None of that paragraph really made sense to me, but we'll chalk it up to the percocet, ok?

Anyway, I'm thinking I'll probably end up working half days. I can't handle much more than that - the pain after 4 hours makes me completely non-functional. Try managing 27 pre-teens when you can't even walk around the room. I don't know how I'm going to work that though, because I don't have a lot of sick leave left and I'm not sure that short term and long term disability cover part time.

Ugh. I'm just going to enjoy tomorrow off and see if my doctor has any advice. Wish me luck.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Aaaaand we're done.

I have a herniated disk, which is bulging outward and pinching the nerve that runs down my left leg. I will be scheduling a neurosurgery consult in the next few days. Most likely it will require surgery. Yay!

Scott yelled at me today. I believe the exact words he used were, "You are the most stupidly stubborn person I've ever met." See, I've been working half days for the last 4 work days. On vicodin. And last week, on vicodin and prednisone. Driving all over town. On my feet for four hours at a time. In enough pain that often I had to stop teaching and just clench my teeth or let out little mewling sounds. (The kids' reactions were entertaining, to say the least.)

And see, me being the selfish person that I am, I kept telling myself, it isn't that bad, people are counting on me, I don't want to let them down, I don't want them to think less of me. My kids need stability in their lives, and I AM that stability. I have to be there for them, my coworkers, my boss, my school...well, honestly, for everyone but myself. And while that SOUNDS all warm and fuzzy and selfless, really the only reason I do that is because I don't want them to think that I'm a bad person, so I push myself to make myself look good.

Scott finally called me on it today. He was pissed off, too - rightfully so. I am damned stubborn. Anyway, I have a doctor's note that I'm excused from work for the next week so I don't end up in a worse situation. Right now the disk is just bulging, but it could rupture, which would be all kinds of fun. So I'm going to take hubby's (and doctor's) orders and stay off my feet.

And I'm about to go embark on my last nursing session. The doctor gave me percocet because the vicodin isn't doing as much for my pain as it could. The last time I was on percocet Emma had some side effects, so I decided that since I've been slowly adjusting to the idea of weaning over the last month or so, I'm just going to call it good. I hurt too much to sit up and nurse her right now anyway.

I made it to 10 months! Which is 5 times as long as I nursed Alex, and 10 months longer than some women make it, so I'm going to take that and be proud of myself, dammit.

I'm going to go lie down because my leg is spasming at the moment. And I'm going to cherish the last few nursing moments I have with my daughter.

Monday, March 2, 2009

I'm in awe.

I really am. I was watching Emma play with my hair as she nursed this morning and all I could think about was, "I don't think I've documented this on my blog yet - I hope I never forget what this feels like."

It's amazing - she's so gentle when she plays with the strands of my hair, and she ALWAYS has to play with it. The first thing she does after latching on is reach out for my hair. Occasionally she'll tug a little too hard, but a "No" or "Nice touches" usually does the trick and she goes back to just gently running her fingers through it. If my hair isn't available, she'll grab her own and pull on it, but she prefers mine. It's one of those moments that you wish you could capture and freeze forever.

This has been such a big week for our little girl. She started crawling, pulling up, signing "please" and repeating our sounds when we make them to her. She does "So big!" now, on cue. She also would play with her Noah's Ark and shapesorter barn for HOURS if we let her. She gives kisses without being asked. And her little toes - have I mentioned I love baby toes? - are perpetually pointed like a little ballerina. bn vgv bh bnj bh b u u b f v bvhg vbghv

(She just typed that. I had to leave it in.)

She has also made the transition from fussing only when she needs something to fussing when she doesn't get something she WANTS. And...so it begins. The discipline thing. This week I've said, "You're fine" a LOT. Over the past month or so I started getting worried that I wasn't going to be as much of a hardass with her as I was with Alex, but that one was answered for me this week - yeah, still the hardass. If there's one thing I will NOT tolerate, it's my own whiny children. (I can't tolerate other people's whiny children either, but at least MY kids won't be the ones annoying THEM.) She is just now getting old enough that if it takes me more than 2 seconds to get the spoon to her mouth, and she starts that annoying "Waaah," I pull the spoon back and tell her, "Chill. It's still here, you're going to get it, you aren't going to starve." And she gets it when she stops "Waaah"-ing. She's learning to deal.

In other news, I go in to get the results of the MRI tomorrow. Obviously there's something wrong (duh, the insane amounts of PAIN PAIN PAIN OW that I've been in should have clued me in) because the nurse didn't just say, "The MRI was normal, you'll be fine." She said, "Let's get you in here as soon as possible so we can go over the results and discuss TREATMENT OPTIONS." So I don't know what's going on yet, but I apparently have TREATMENT OPTIONS. If I could be jumping right now, I would be. 'Cause I'm so excited about my OPTIONS. For treating...well...whatever the hell is wrong with me.

I mean, seriously, is it really that hard to tell me what's going on? Stupid lawyers and their stupid lawsuits that say I can't even know what's going on with MY OWN BODY if the stupid DOCTOR doesn't tell me. Stupids.

I have now had 5 and a half days total that I've missed work (the last three have been half days) because of this pain thing. I'm hoping that they either give me some serious drugs so I can get back to work normally or shoot me up with something that cures it. I don't care at this point, I just want the pain to GO AWAY.

Alex had another three sticker night at TKD, AND he got his first stripe on his orange belt (he has to get three by the next testing).

More info on the MRI tomorrow.

Pondering

There isn't much that's more glee-inducing than watching your nine-month-old daughter rock out to David Archuleta at 6:00 in the morning.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Pondering

If the Google AdSense people don't want ME clicking on the damn links, why do they keep posting links that I'm writing about?