Tomorrow I am having a friend birthday party for him. Well, actually I think it's more for me than for him. I, once again, want to see how he responds. Hopefully all will go well.
Happy Birthday John!!!
Friday, March 28, 2008
John's 5th Birthday!!!
Today is John's Birthday and for the first time I think he might get it. He recently started telling me he was 4 years old when I would ask, so he is now confused about his age. Hey, for him to even respond to the question, "How old are you?" is amazing. I gave him a present this afternoon just to see how he would respond. He was excited and played with the dollar store car and airplane and actually was possessive with them when Scott got home from school. YEA!!! I never thought I would be excited for my kids to fight about toys.
Tomorrow I am having a friend birthday party for him. Well, actually I think it's more for me than for him. I, once again, want to see how he responds. Hopefully all will go well.
Tomorrow I am having a friend birthday party for him. Well, actually I think it's more for me than for him. I, once again, want to see how he responds. Hopefully all will go well.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Word of warning
If you know your child is constipated and decide to help him/her, go easy on the laxative. Even if you think it's not helping, trust me in a few days it will. It really will!
Ok, so here's my plan
I need to lose weight, I want to lose weight, I'm going to lose weight. I'm tired of carrying around excess weight.
Now that it's out there I have to do it, so here's my plan. I'm going to lose 75 lbs in 15 weeks. That's 5 lbs a week. I will then weigh about the same as when I was 16, which was 20 years ago.
Do you think this is a little unrealistic? Yea, so do I, but it sounds great doesn't it?
So here's the real plan. I'm going to exercise 6 days a week and watch what I eat. I've already started and I'm hoping it works. Hopefully I'll lose 1 - 2 lbs a week and shoot for losing 40 lbs at first. An additional 20 would be nice on top of that but 40 is a nice start. Don't you think? And a little more realistic.
Now that it's out there I have to do it, so here's my plan. I'm going to lose 75 lbs in 15 weeks. That's 5 lbs a week. I will then weigh about the same as when I was 16, which was 20 years ago.
Do you think this is a little unrealistic? Yea, so do I, but it sounds great doesn't it?
So here's the real plan. I'm going to exercise 6 days a week and watch what I eat. I've already started and I'm hoping it works. Hopefully I'll lose 1 - 2 lbs a week and shoot for losing 40 lbs at first. An additional 20 would be nice on top of that but 40 is a nice start. Don't you think? And a little more realistic.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The Leprechaun Trap
Scott had an assignment to make a trap for a leprechaun. Being uncreative, I was racking my brain trying to come up with something that might be suitable. Fortunately, Scott came up with a great idea and his Leprechaun Trap was conceived. We used a #10 can with a plastic lid. He drew a rainbow and pot of gold and we glued it onto the can. I wrote 'There is gold in here' under the rainbow. We used chopsticks and toothpicks for a ladder and secured the "rungs" with glue and dental floss. We cut a small hole in the plastic lid and then cut the lid like a pizza out almost to the edge. He taped a few pieces of "gold" made out of construction paper to the plastic lid and taped the rest of the "gold" in the can.
The idea is that the leprechaun will be enticed and climb the ladder, walk toward the gold pieces on the lid, the lid will collapse and the leprechaun will fall in. I think it's a pretty good trap.
The only bad thing about it is that Scott thinks he's really going to trap a leprechaun . . . and it will do all his chores.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I wonder . . .
I wonder if I'm letting Scott watch too much tv. He has become an advertisement for all sorts of things.
Today it was Jet Dry.
Scott - "I think you should get some Jet Dry."
Me - "Why is that?"
Scott - "Do you know what it does? It gets your dishes really dry."
Me - "I'll have to think about it."
He has been emptying the dishwasher lately as one of his chores and I guess my dishes are too wet.
Last week his advertisement was for a bag you put your bananas in so they don't go brown so fast. I was not aware of this product. Apparently "your bananas will stay fresh for 9 days" he said . . . or something like that.
Today it was Jet Dry.
Scott - "I think you should get some Jet Dry."
Me - "Why is that?"
Scott - "Do you know what it does? It gets your dishes really dry."
Me - "I'll have to think about it."
He has been emptying the dishwasher lately as one of his chores and I guess my dishes are too wet.
Last week his advertisement was for a bag you put your bananas in so they don't go brown so fast. I was not aware of this product. Apparently "your bananas will stay fresh for 9 days" he said . . . or something like that.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Dogs are Disgusting
This post is not for those easily grossed out. STOP reading now!!
I was getting John ready for school this morning and he was standing in the bathroom as I took off his diaper. (You can see where this is going . . . you've been warned!) I didn't realize he had had a bm and he is a pellet pooper. Needless to say, one of the pellets fell on the ground. It was like slow motion. I tried to grab a piece of toilet paper to pick it up but before I could Charlie (the dog) woofed it up in one single bite. GROSS!!!!
I'm gagging just thinking about it.
I was getting John ready for school this morning and he was standing in the bathroom as I took off his diaper. (You can see where this is going . . . you've been warned!) I didn't realize he had had a bm and he is a pellet pooper. Needless to say, one of the pellets fell on the ground. It was like slow motion. I tried to grab a piece of toilet paper to pick it up but before I could Charlie (the dog) woofed it up in one single bite. GROSS!!!!
I'm gagging just thinking about it.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sick baby, Za Nee, and A Be Do
We have a sick baby at our house. Just a virus, but an ornery baby. She loves her dad and really doesn't want anything to do with me when he is around especially now that she is sick.
She also loves her Za Nee, aka her blanket or blankets. I try to limit the amount of blankets she has out to 3 however one day it was 7 and every time she wanted to be picked up all of the blankets came too. If anyone gets near her blankets or heaven forbid sits on them she freaks out . . . especially the dog. She will tell him NO and STOP!
She has also come up with a word that I don't know how to define and she says it all the time. "A Be Do." It might be pick me up although she says up all the time so I don't know. Sometimes she gets very upset at us if we don't respond. She was sitting on the counter and her dad walked away from her. "A Be Do, A Be Do." She actually let me pick her up but my joy was only short lived as she motioned for her dad. I was only the delivery person.
She also loves her Za Nee, aka her blanket or blankets. I try to limit the amount of blankets she has out to 3 however one day it was 7 and every time she wanted to be picked up all of the blankets came too. If anyone gets near her blankets or heaven forbid sits on them she freaks out . . . especially the dog. She will tell him NO and STOP!
She has also come up with a word that I don't know how to define and she says it all the time. "A Be Do." It might be pick me up although she says up all the time so I don't know. Sometimes she gets very upset at us if we don't respond. She was sitting on the counter and her dad walked away from her. "A Be Do, A Be Do." She actually let me pick her up but my joy was only short lived as she motioned for her dad. I was only the delivery person.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Pee times 3
Today was one of those days.
At 5:00 this morning Scott came into my bedroom complaining that his bed was wet. This is quite unusual. I can't remember the last time he had an accident.
Pee x 1 = Laundry x 1 = typical
Kate woke up and her diaper was leaking. Pajamas all wet, bedding all wet.
Pee x 2 = Laundry x 2 = manageable
John wore underwear today and went to the bathroom on his own. I was talking to my mom about how proud I was of him as I watched him sit on the floor and pee his pants.
Pee x 3 = Laundry x 3 = frustrating
The dog threw up on my bed.
Pee x 3 + throw up x 1 = Laundry x 4 = Mom thrown over the edge
At 5:00 this morning Scott came into my bedroom complaining that his bed was wet. This is quite unusual. I can't remember the last time he had an accident.
Pee x 1 = Laundry x 1 = typical
Kate woke up and her diaper was leaking. Pajamas all wet, bedding all wet.
Pee x 2 = Laundry x 2 = manageable
John wore underwear today and went to the bathroom on his own. I was talking to my mom about how proud I was of him as I watched him sit on the floor and pee his pants.
Pee x 3 = Laundry x 3 = frustrating
The dog threw up on my bed.
Pee x 3 + throw up x 1 = Laundry x 4 = Mom thrown over the edge
Screaming Haircut
My day's of screaming haircuts are finally over!!! Today I took John in for what I thought would be a miserable experience for the both of us. I have been buzzing his hair lately because it's the easiest and usually I end up holding him while the hair stylist hurries as fast as they can. I don't love the buzz cut so I wanted to try something different.
And today was different. We went to Cookie Cutters and he got to watch Cars and sit in an airplane. He did squirm a bit when the hair fell on his face and hands but no screaming. He also laid on the fire truck bed to get his hair washed with little complaint.
The only crying that happened was when we were leaving and Kate really wanted one of the balloons that are for the kids getting cuts.
I think I would call it a great success.
And today was different. We went to Cookie Cutters and he got to watch Cars and sit in an airplane. He did squirm a bit when the hair fell on his face and hands but no screaming. He also laid on the fire truck bed to get his hair washed with little complaint.
The only crying that happened was when we were leaving and Kate really wanted one of the balloons that are for the kids getting cuts.
I think I would call it a great success.
Thinking about marriage
A couple of days ago, Scott and I were having a conversation. It was one of those "I'm stalling because I don't want to go to bed" conversations. It got a little bit deep so I went along with it. I don't know what we were discussing but he asked what John would be like when he was a dad. With John's autism he has quite a few behavior issues and of course I don't know how he will be when he is older but for now I don't anticipate that he will marry. It took me a few tries to finally explain to Scott that John might be at a 5, 10 or 15 year old level for the rest of his life and those ages are too young to marry so he might not get married.
Scott seemed satisfied with the answer and then moved on to ask how old I thought he would be when he got married. What a question. I told him I was 28 when I got married but also mentioned other people he knows and the ages they were when they got married. He decided 22 would be a good age for him.
He then asked who he would marry. Where does he come up with this stuff? I told him I didn't meet his dad until I was 27 but there are some people who meet the person they will marry early in life. We then talked about some of the girls he knows now and he decided none of them were suitable candidates so he probably hasn't met his wife yet. What a relief.
He also thinks that when you kiss someone you get married. For now that is just fine with me.
Scott seemed satisfied with the answer and then moved on to ask how old I thought he would be when he got married. What a question. I told him I was 28 when I got married but also mentioned other people he knows and the ages they were when they got married. He decided 22 would be a good age for him.
He then asked who he would marry. Where does he come up with this stuff? I told him I didn't meet his dad until I was 27 but there are some people who meet the person they will marry early in life. We then talked about some of the girls he knows now and he decided none of them were suitable candidates so he probably hasn't met his wife yet. What a relief.
He also thinks that when you kiss someone you get married. For now that is just fine with me.
Monday, March 3, 2008
I have figured out the problem
As I mentioned in my last post, Kate was very fussy when we went out to dinner. In fact she has been fussy for about a week. Refusing to eat, wanting to be held all the time, etc. Yesterday I was talking to one of my friends who has a baby around the same age. He is going through a fussy time as well and I asked her if he could be getting more teeth. Ding!! Light bulb moment. I realized that was probably Kate's problem as well and what do you know . . . I can feel 2 molars trying to come through and I'm sure the other 2 are close as well. Hopefully they will push through soon so she doesn't have to suffer too much longer.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Could it get any worse?
Apparently yes.
Last night we decide to go out to dinner with the kids and to the toy store. We stopped at the restaurant then headed to the toy store nearby. Scott had a toy that he wanted to buy with his allowance. I had told him that the store might not have it and what do you know they didn't. He had a melt down but we were able to work through it. Could it get any worse?
Yes. We went to the restaurant and got seated. Scott needed to go to the bathroom so my husband took him. Kate loves her dad and as soon as he left she went into melt down mode. I could not get her calmed down. Could it get any worse?
Yes. My husband came back and she continued to cry on and off for about 20 minutes and there was no putting her in the high chair he had to hold her the whole time. Luckily we were tucked back in a corner so there were only a few tables being inconvenienced by us. The service was really slow so the kids were very restless because they were hungry. Could it get any worse?
Yes. When the food finally arrived Scott wouldn't eat because the mac and cheese was too cheesy. Melt down #2. John wouldn't eat either. He loves spaghetti so I was surprised. I few minutes later he kneeled on his chair and started grunting. He is still in the process of potty training and he has only had one bm in the toilet. I grabbed him and headed off to the bathroom. I was carrying him and couldn't see everything in front of me and I ran into a waiter. No harm done, note to self - be more careful. We got to the bathroom pulled down his pants and he said he was done without even trying. Could it get any worse?
Yes. Now that Kate had eaten she was quite happy however wanted to roam. We let her roam for a minute because we were in the "let's eat as fast as we can so we can get out of here" mode. John got down from his chair and got down on all fours and started grunting again. Once again I picked him up and headed for the bathroom. This time I was more careful and stayed closer to the walls. As I reached the lobby and rounded the corner I tripped on the leg of a chair that was bolted to the floor. I tried to recover but fell with John in tow. Could it get any worse?
Yes. I landed on my elbow on the tile floor and my leg was on top of John's foot. Of course the employees were right there asking if I was ok. I kept telling them I was fine. I was quite embarrassed! I wanted to get up immediately and at least sit in a chair so I didn't look so stupid but as I tried I got very lightheaded because of the pain so I couldn't get up. I told the employees I thought I was going to pass out but I would be fine. Then they asked if they needed to call 911 or get a manager. I was very disoriented at the time and asked them if they could get my husband because I couldn't tell if John was ok. I thought for sure he was hurt although he wasn't crying just kind of giving me the "what did you just do to me" look. My husband came out and helped me up. The manager came over and asked if I was ok. I told them I was but I was very nervous because my leg and elbow hurt so bad. I was able to walk so we high tailed it out of there. Could it get any worse?
Yes. I was in a lot of pain by the time we got home but we got the kids ready for bed and all laid on our bed for a few minutes. John once again started grunting so I took him to the bathroom and he successfully pooed in the toilet however I knew there was more to come. We laid down and again he started grunting. I just let him go for it. After all he had a diaper on. I heard lots of squishy sounds which is unusual for him. But I thought good, he's getting cleaned out. I started to change his diaper which was full to almost overflowing and before I was done he was going again. I was trying to maneuver the diaper so none of it would get on the bed or his pajamas. It was gross and I was lucky to get everything on top of the diaper. Could it get any worse?
Yes. Finally all the kids were in bed and we went to bed too. I had a hard time falling asleep because I was in so much pain. I fell asleep around 1:30 and at 2:30 I heard Kate crying. It wasn't an "I'll fall back asleep in a few seconds cry," it was a "something is wrong" cry so I got up. I went into her room to find her throwing up the spaghetti from dinner. It seemed like forever before she stopped. After she stopped I got her up, gave her a bath, changed her sheets and put her back to bed. I fell back asleep around 3:15. Could it get any worse?
I don't think so, at least not for that day.
Last night we decide to go out to dinner with the kids and to the toy store. We stopped at the restaurant then headed to the toy store nearby. Scott had a toy that he wanted to buy with his allowance. I had told him that the store might not have it and what do you know they didn't. He had a melt down but we were able to work through it. Could it get any worse?
Yes. We went to the restaurant and got seated. Scott needed to go to the bathroom so my husband took him. Kate loves her dad and as soon as he left she went into melt down mode. I could not get her calmed down. Could it get any worse?
Yes. My husband came back and she continued to cry on and off for about 20 minutes and there was no putting her in the high chair he had to hold her the whole time. Luckily we were tucked back in a corner so there were only a few tables being inconvenienced by us. The service was really slow so the kids were very restless because they were hungry. Could it get any worse?
Yes. When the food finally arrived Scott wouldn't eat because the mac and cheese was too cheesy. Melt down #2. John wouldn't eat either. He loves spaghetti so I was surprised. I few minutes later he kneeled on his chair and started grunting. He is still in the process of potty training and he has only had one bm in the toilet. I grabbed him and headed off to the bathroom. I was carrying him and couldn't see everything in front of me and I ran into a waiter. No harm done, note to self - be more careful. We got to the bathroom pulled down his pants and he said he was done without even trying. Could it get any worse?
Yes. Now that Kate had eaten she was quite happy however wanted to roam. We let her roam for a minute because we were in the "let's eat as fast as we can so we can get out of here" mode. John got down from his chair and got down on all fours and started grunting again. Once again I picked him up and headed for the bathroom. This time I was more careful and stayed closer to the walls. As I reached the lobby and rounded the corner I tripped on the leg of a chair that was bolted to the floor. I tried to recover but fell with John in tow. Could it get any worse?
Yes. I landed on my elbow on the tile floor and my leg was on top of John's foot. Of course the employees were right there asking if I was ok. I kept telling them I was fine. I was quite embarrassed! I wanted to get up immediately and at least sit in a chair so I didn't look so stupid but as I tried I got very lightheaded because of the pain so I couldn't get up. I told the employees I thought I was going to pass out but I would be fine. Then they asked if they needed to call 911 or get a manager. I was very disoriented at the time and asked them if they could get my husband because I couldn't tell if John was ok. I thought for sure he was hurt although he wasn't crying just kind of giving me the "what did you just do to me" look. My husband came out and helped me up. The manager came over and asked if I was ok. I told them I was but I was very nervous because my leg and elbow hurt so bad. I was able to walk so we high tailed it out of there. Could it get any worse?
Yes. I was in a lot of pain by the time we got home but we got the kids ready for bed and all laid on our bed for a few minutes. John once again started grunting so I took him to the bathroom and he successfully pooed in the toilet however I knew there was more to come. We laid down and again he started grunting. I just let him go for it. After all he had a diaper on. I heard lots of squishy sounds which is unusual for him. But I thought good, he's getting cleaned out. I started to change his diaper which was full to almost overflowing and before I was done he was going again. I was trying to maneuver the diaper so none of it would get on the bed or his pajamas. It was gross and I was lucky to get everything on top of the diaper. Could it get any worse?
Yes. Finally all the kids were in bed and we went to bed too. I had a hard time falling asleep because I was in so much pain. I fell asleep around 1:30 and at 2:30 I heard Kate crying. It wasn't an "I'll fall back asleep in a few seconds cry," it was a "something is wrong" cry so I got up. I went into her room to find her throwing up the spaghetti from dinner. It seemed like forever before she stopped. After she stopped I got her up, gave her a bath, changed her sheets and put her back to bed. I fell back asleep around 3:15. Could it get any worse?
I don't think so, at least not for that day.
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