Sunday, June 29, 2008

A Pox Upon this House

...or a stomach virus rather. Oh this has been a joy.

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Moose has been potty training this week, with full-fledged Big Boy Underwear. We started Monday morning with Big Boy Underwear, and off we went to daycare. I picked him, and five soiled outfits up at 5 in the evening. Tuesday, he had only two accidents, Wednesday the same. Those two accidents were both poopy, he has been peeing in the potty just fine, it has been the poo-poo that has been the problem. Thursday was awesome, only one accident (still no poo-poo in the potty)! Yea! Friday... we had two accidents, and they were both poopy and... lets say... loose. The teacher warned me when I picked Moose up about this, and that a stomach virus has been making it's way through the school. (one of the drawbacks to daycare, however, I would rather him get sick now, and build up immunities than get sick later in life (I really think this is why I get sick so easily, and Cory doesn't-he was in daycare at an early age and I was not))

This virus news did not bode well for our potty training for the weekend.

Saturday morning was spent very well, with many trips to the potty to go pee-pee while watching Disney. At one point however, I came in to the living room, and he was sitting on the couch with a glazed TV look on his face, and he was sitting in a puddle. So one real accident. We did a nap (with a pull-up) and were sitting in the living room afterwards when he stomach made a sound like an atomic bomb. Then I swear his bottom actually visibly vibrated from the forceful diarrhea he had.

So we went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, and an hour later we were back doing the same thing. At this point I switched him back to diapers. And then he didn't have anything for almost three hours. So we went ahead and took him over to Mimi's house so Cory and I could have a nice date (and probably spread the stomach virus to everyone in the movie theater and at The Pub).

We went to see Wanted which was AWESOME IN EVERY WAY and we were mid-way through dinner when I got the call from Mimi asking us to come and pick him up instead of letting him stay the night as originally planned. So after dinner we went and got him, and headed up earlier. I checked on him twice before I went to bed, fearful he would have diarrhea in his bed, but he was fine.

About 6 AM I heard him cough and call for me. So I went in to check on him, and he was lying under the covers and restlessly turning over, like he was going back to sleep. I silently closed the door without him seeing me, and crept back to bed, hoping he would sleep at least another hour. I snuggled back into bed with Cory, and about ten minutes later, I heard him cough, gag, and start screaming.

I rushed through the bedroom, and opened his door to see him covered in goo in the morning light. I flipped on the light and discovered he had thrown up, everywhere. Apparently he did not have macaroni and cheese last night like Mimi said, but spagetti-os? Not sure about that, but let me tell you, cleaning up someone else puke is not one of the joys of motherhood they tell you about.

I yelled for Cory to help me, and the warning must have sounded in my voice because he made it in there pretty quickly. I instructed (barked out) him to clean up the bedding while I tackled Moose, who was still crying-retching.

Oh it was lovely, let me tell you.

I got him into the bathroom, where somehow he managed to throw up more. I can't imagine where it came from because it looked like there was definitely enough vomit for one little boy, covering his bed. Probably the depths of Hell.

I carried him and set him on his potty stool, so hopefully whatever was left in his stomach would end up the potty this time. He managed a bit more, and told me he was "all done Mommy". So I stuck him in the bathtub while I tried to clean up the floor in the bathroom, so that I could give him a bath without, you know, sitting in it.

The poor baby was terrified and quivering. I managed to strip him down and hand off his clothes to Cory who was taking his bedding down to get washed. I started his bath, and he happily sat down and asked for a bath toy.


I got him out after washing him, and we went into his room to get dressed, and he told me on the way that he had "made a mess". I told him yes, that was certainly a mess. When we got into his room, he started crying again, pointing to his stripped bed, telling me he made a mess. So I had to calm him down, telling him that is was okay, and Daddy was washing everything.

Later we turned on Disney, and he sat between Cory and I, snuggled up with his spare blankie. He has not thrown up again, yet. He just had a poopy diaper, and it was a bit firmer. So hopefully we're on the mend.

I still want to take him to the doctor tomorrow. Even if he doesn't have anymore problems. I definitely don't want him sick next week while we are in Florida. So anything I can do to curb that would be awesome.

Cory and I seem to be fine at the moment, but Cory said he was on the edge of not feeling well. At least this is happening this week, and not next week while we are on vacation.

Needless to say this has totally curbed potty training for today. I have no desire to attempt that while dealing with this madness.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Daycare Poems!

We love Moose's daycare so much. I love the teachers, I appreciate them teaching our child, and they have wonderful field trips and activities.

They have taught him to drink from a cup, to eat cereal with milk, and are currently working on potty training. All in conjunction with what we do at home, but let's be honest, they have him for eight hours, I owe them a lot!

And being with my child all day, they all grow pretty attached! They love them like their own, Moose asks me what his teachers are doing during the weekend sometimes-so I know he loves them too! We are very lucky, I know all daycares are not like that.

One of the teachers in Moose's new class took the time to write a poem about each child. I thought you might be interested to read them, I hope you can see them well enough.

This is one of Moose's friends in the Cool Clique.This is one of Moose's friends in the Cool Clique, and his best friend that he talks about all weekend!
This is a new friend of Moose's, he was already in the class when they moved up.

Here's Moose!

How fitting! I would think the other poems describe the other kids as well. I only know "The Crafty One" and he is indeed crafty in every way.

All the teachers know Moose's name, and say hi when we arrive in the morning and when we leave in the evening. So I am looking forward to future classes, and each new teacher for Moose to learn from.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Big Boy Underwear!

Moose has officially started potty training. He moved up to the next room at daycare about two weeks ago, the T-Twos (transitional twos) and he will be in that room until he starts the next level, which is preschool (scary!).

Moose moved up with three of his friends. They are the "cool clique" according to Ms. Allie, his new teacher. They are all about the same age and level. His old girlfriend actually left daycare a few months ago, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you guys about that! I don't know any details, she just disappeared one day, I guess her mom found another job (remember she was a teacher at the daycare too).

Well anyway, the Cool Clique was ready to start hard core potty training according to Ms. A. I picked him up last Thursday evening, and she told me he was ready to start on Big Boy Underwear.


That's right. She said that he was ready, and that meant they were ready to start training. So this weekend, I bought several pairs of Big Boy Underwear, plus the gift Charing brought over (thanks girl!) and we washed and got them ready for the Big Day.

This morning we got up, had breakfast, and I was all ready to put on the Big Boy Underwear, and Moose said, "No." So after all that, we wore a diaper in to daycare. When we arrived, his best friend, Alex, had his Big Boy Underwear on, so Moose wanted his on too.

Ah, peer pressure, a lovely thing at this age.

So I knew I would have to do some laundry when I got home, I figured, maybe three(?) pairs of clothes? Try five pairs. Apparently all I'm going to be doing for the next few weeks will be laundry. Also? Florida should be fun, with us in the midst of potty training and all.

Oh, and we are going standing up, like a Big Boy, now.
I'll try and keep you updated on this front, I'm sure it will be a bumpy road!
We have finally found a new home for Sophie, our Weim. We've been looking since last Fall, and we found a nice friend of a friend who wanted her, and is now lavishing attention on her at every opportunity. I am sure she is relishing it.

Scout is doing fabulously well as a solo dog. She is getting extra attention of course, but I think she is actually enjoying having us all to herself.
Cory and I had a nice date on Saturday that almost was canceled. Mimi and Grandy kept Moose overnight so we stayed up late watching movies, then slept in, and went and grabbed bagels and coffee. It was... indescribably lovely.

Then we had Mimi and Grandy over for dinner, to celebrate a belated Father's Day! Cory grilled a wonderfully yummy (and easy) glazed chicken. It was great!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

My Little Boy's Boo-Boo Pt. 5

We had our final appointment with the hand surgeon yesterday. I took off work early and Moose and I made the trek across town for the 3:15 appointment. We waited in the waiting room for 30 minutes before they called us back! Then! We waited another 20 minutes in the actual exam room.

All of that for the doctor to come in, look at his healed finger, and tell us he was healed and to go! Moose did tell her that his finger "was all better now," thanks Mimi:)

Well, maybe I got a little more info, but I was still pissed about the unreasonable long wait, with no explanation or excuse. (of course, I didn't ask either, so...)

She said that it could take up to a year for the fingernail to look normal again, currently it is growing back in layers.

Apparently the reattached finger piece is hyper-sensitive. This was slightly alarming to me, considering he fell the other day and told me he hurt his finger, and I told him to suck it up, that he was fine. *oops*

So the doctor advised that we buy some Children's Mederma for the slight scarring. She also recommended massaging the finger, from base to tip, to restore the normal sensitivity. It will take a few months.

So we are all done with the appointments, and looks like we are pretty close to normalcy! The original Boo-Boo happened on May 2, so it's been about one and a half months total recovery time.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Door to my Heart!

Our long-awaited new front door was installed on Tuesday. It. Is. WONDERFUL. We are loving it. Totally. Amazingly, Cory and I easily agreed on what style and color to get. We went in knowing we wanted a new door, with a glass insert, plus new side lights, and a screen door. Unfortunately, the door we decided on, could not have a screen door without screwing with the guarantee. We decided to forgo the screen door, since we have done without one for the last couple years with no huge problem. Plus we have two quite unintelligent dogs who I could see finding some way through the screen, no matter how high.

Before Outside
Before Inside
In Progress... (Cory was so good to take photos for me:)
And without further ado:

Oh, yes.
Be still my beating heart, I had no idea home improvements could get me so excited.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Rockin' Out

Picture Friday is early this week, I thought I would put some pics up today since I'll be out of town the rest of the week.
Cory picked up Rock Band for his Xbox on Sunday. So Mark came over to help him break it in. They had a blast.
Breaking in the drums.The dogs were thrilled to see Mark, their love for him has grown since he watched them for us when we went out of town the last time.

Moose's finger is on the road to total recovery. The nail bed seems to have recovered, and is smooth and is about half the normal length. There is a scab on the end of his finger, and I was noticing while he was zoned out watching TV with us yesterday, that the finger looks to be a bit different than normal, the tip doesn't seem to be as rounded as the other, it has more of a blunt end.

The bandage wouldn't stay on, with out the chunky piece holding it on I guess. It kept sliding off, and each time Moose would flip out telling me to, "wrap it UP!" over and over. Mimi kept Moose overnight on Saturday so Cory and I could go to a fight downtown, and after the bandage fell off twice, she didn't put it back on. Moose was pretty upset at first. But she must have told him it was "all better now" because that is what he told me when I asked to see it. "No Mommy, it is all better now." Oh. Okay.

So, I am going to Chicago for work tomorrow. I won't be back until Friday night, late. Unfortunately, I will have meetings each day, so we won't get to sightsee or anything. Not cool. Hopefully it won't be too stressful. Looking forward to meeting with some of my friends for drinks after our meetings.

My boss asked me if I thought I would have to check my bag. I laughed manically until I realized he was serious. Does he know me at all? Three days? Of course I'm going to have to check my bag. I'm bringing the big suitcase! He was not amused that I laughed, and stated that it was only three days. And said, yes, three days. Exactly. Eye roll.

I'm sure I'll miss my boys, but surely I can enjoy my alone time, and hopefully they will miss me desperately. I'm sure they will miss me around, or I don't know... dinner time?

Friday, June 6, 2008

My Little Boy's Boo-Boo Pt. 4

We spent most of last Sunday playing in the backyard!

The results of the afternoon.

Some sort of melt-down.
He was very annoyed that I wasn't immediately bending to his will, plus, I had the nerve to take his picture again...
Later in the week, helping me make pancakes for dinner!

He has a recent fascination with my shoes. No, not like that! He has figured out they can be used as ramps for his toy cars. Right.

Sweet and innocent when he sleeps.
This evening, while we were getting ready for bath, Cory took his wrap off of his hurt finger. And!! The crusty, black, scab-like piece of his finger came off. Ewwwww. However, underneath, was fresh, pink, healthy-looking skin! It looks almost normal! When his fingernail grows back, it should look totally normal we think!

We had no idea it would happen this fast! We didn't think it would happen until after our next doc visit. We weren't sure if we should keep it wrapped, the doctor had not told us that it might happen so soon. We've decided to keep it wrapped until Monday, then I will call and see what they want us to do. Some of the skin looks a little tender and hurty.

Can you BELIEVE IT? We are soooo lucky!