I have impeccable timing , as always. I raised my head off of my pillow this morning and, apparently this outrageous feat of physicality has pulled a muscle in my back. My upper back on the left side. This is the same muscle that was always hurting with my herniated discs so, for awhile I was panic-y and teary. Thankfully it IS just a muscle pull and I have plenty of narcotics and muscle relaxers on hand to help. Yes, I believe in better living with pharmaceuticals.
Any hooo- this means that I have to stop all forward motion for a day or two. I have already missed a second viewing of Twilight with Jodi, and I had to NOT bake today. The upside is that I get to float around in a drug induced state while Leslie makes me wonderful Dagwood Sandwiches and checks the heat on my heating pad and Ev brings me pieces of gum and scraps of paper (it's her way of helping).
I had some posts about the decorating of out tree and some other things, but it will all have to wait until I am not hurting and I don't have a head full of cotton candy.
For now? I am off for a round of Darvocet, muscle relaxers and some tacos that The Dynamic Duo are now cooking......oh! and don't forget hours of sitting on the heating pad holding my head at a funny angle......
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Pretend Santa
Last year, Ev made no secret about her disdain for Santa. She marched about the Hatteras house and locked all of the windows and doors on Christmas Eve. We took her to a Breakfast with Santa thing and she just LOOKED at him, for 10 seconds and then she was pale and shaky for about 20 minutes. This year things are a bit different. Santa is allowed in the house, but he is not permitted to do any wandering about the joint, he has to come down the chimney, put the presents down and then go right back up that chimney. She's seriously considering the Santa Snack, as that would mean loitering if we leave a snack but she doesn't want him to get hungry either. She did absolutely refuse to do another Breakfast thing with Melissa and Brevin last week.
Today, however, she wants to go to the mall and tell Santa what she wants for Christmas!!!! I am shocked at this new development but, remain skeptical...... We had to have this long talk about Santa and WHY he would be at the mall and HOW could he be there if he had so much work to do before Christmas. I had to fess up that sometimes Santa had special helpers that pretended to be him so all of the kids could get a visit in, but that the pretend Santa's used special Christmas Magic to get all of the messages to the REAL Santa. She thought about this for a minute and said "yepurs a pretend Santa will be just fine. I don't really want to meet the Real One-he's freaky out."
By the way, she said that she would ask for two things- a Mighty Masters Art Kit (an easel with the required art tools) and a Rocking Horse. I have the art kit- better get on that Rocking Horse thing.......
Today, however, she wants to go to the mall and tell Santa what she wants for Christmas!!!! I am shocked at this new development but, remain skeptical...... We had to have this long talk about Santa and WHY he would be at the mall and HOW could he be there if he had so much work to do before Christmas. I had to fess up that sometimes Santa had special helpers that pretended to be him so all of the kids could get a visit in, but that the pretend Santa's used special Christmas Magic to get all of the messages to the REAL Santa. She thought about this for a minute and said "yepurs a pretend Santa will be just fine. I don't really want to meet the Real One-he's freaky out."
By the way, she said that she would ask for two things- a Mighty Masters Art Kit (an easel with the required art tools) and a Rocking Horse. I have the art kit- better get on that Rocking Horse thing.......
Monday, December 15, 2008
Sometimes They Do That
We spent some time at Grandma's house this weekend. With Evelyn and Brevin in the same house, being territorial about toys, one is likely to see Evelyn walking around with about 5 or 6 strange and seemingly unrelated things. She keeps a death grip on these items lest, dum dum dummmmm, BREVIN PLAYS WITH ONE- gasp shock cringe. This weekend she was carrying two rolls of Smarties(the candy), a small red plastic spoon, an old cell phone (real one that no longer works) , a green hairbrush, a play stethoscope and her aquarium ring- nice right? I can't tell you, this girl just walks around ALL day with this crap in her hands- how she manages to pee is beyond me. So this is the mindset. The items change from visit to visit, but it's always as many as she can carry and keep track of.
Here's the scene, everyone milling about, it's nearing bed time. Melissa says "Brev please go get a pull-up." Brevin ignores her, so Evelyn runs into the laundry room at the far end of the house from where I am, to get the pull-up. She walks around the corner and in about 3 seconds, I hear her scream. SCREAM. This was not just any scream, this was "I am in mortal danger and need to be saved" kind of scream. This was a scream to make any Mother's heart stop beating and go on complete overdrive to reach the obviously, critically wounded child. This was a primal scream of agony.
My head turned off and I went on adrenaline to get to Ev. I had to start off running from the living room, make it through the dining room, turn a corner and then make another right turn into where , whatever was happening to Evelyn , was.
This is what happened......
SCREAM!!!!!!!!
My higher functions turn off.
My legs start moving.
My legs get going real good.
A cat shows up from nowhere and tangles about my feet.
Because I had such momentum going, my feet stop to do the silly little cat dance thing, but my substantial upper body? That keeps moving.
I go completely horizontal in the air.
I fall, in this kind of hurried, slow, long, stumbling fall that lasts for half of the dining room.
I land right on my hands and knees.
Evelyn is still screaming.
I try to use a dining room chair to get up.
Bad idea.
The chair tips over and I am back on the ground.
I don't even bother to get up as Ev is still screaming.
I crab crawl the entire rest of the way to Ev.
I arrive at the scene.
There was no blood. Evelyn was standing there crying a bit while her Grandpa- oh Grandpa? yes, he was in the kitchen about 1 foot from Ev when this thing started so he was with her at the moment I went horizontal in the air.......well, Grandpa was there. Wiping off the cell phone and talking calmly and nicely to the traumatized child.
It seems that the screaming was because, while reaching for the pull-up, she dropped her cell phone in the toilet. THIS, This is apparently what we use the "OH MY GOD THERE IS A WEREWOLF IN THE BATHROOM AND HE'S ABOUT TO EAT MY FACE OFF" scream for.
I have to say that I wasn't that sympathetic with her over this ordeal.
Where were her Grandma and Aunt Melissa you ask yourself? What did they do when Ev screamed bloody murder? Did they feel alarm in their souls? Did they jump up to help?
NO.
They sat on the couch and laughed at the Mama nearly killing herself to get to her child. They didn't just laugh... they lost complete control of themselves and sat there in gasping , shuddering heaps, laughing at me. Me- flying thru the air, landing, crawling and generally making an ass out of myself to get to Ev. Over. A. Dropped. Cell. Phone.
Sometimes kids scream over little things.
Sometimes my Mom and Sister laugh at the plight of others.
Sometimes Grandpa's have that $#!* under control.
Sometimes Mama's fly.
Here's the scene, everyone milling about, it's nearing bed time. Melissa says "Brev please go get a pull-up." Brevin ignores her, so Evelyn runs into the laundry room at the far end of the house from where I am, to get the pull-up. She walks around the corner and in about 3 seconds, I hear her scream. SCREAM. This was not just any scream, this was "I am in mortal danger and need to be saved" kind of scream. This was a scream to make any Mother's heart stop beating and go on complete overdrive to reach the obviously, critically wounded child. This was a primal scream of agony.
My head turned off and I went on adrenaline to get to Ev. I had to start off running from the living room, make it through the dining room, turn a corner and then make another right turn into where , whatever was happening to Evelyn , was.
This is what happened......
SCREAM!!!!!!!!
My higher functions turn off.
My legs start moving.
My legs get going real good.
A cat shows up from nowhere and tangles about my feet.
Because I had such momentum going, my feet stop to do the silly little cat dance thing, but my substantial upper body? That keeps moving.
I go completely horizontal in the air.
I fall, in this kind of hurried, slow, long, stumbling fall that lasts for half of the dining room.
I land right on my hands and knees.
Evelyn is still screaming.
I try to use a dining room chair to get up.
Bad idea.
The chair tips over and I am back on the ground.
I don't even bother to get up as Ev is still screaming.
I crab crawl the entire rest of the way to Ev.
I arrive at the scene.
There was no blood. Evelyn was standing there crying a bit while her Grandpa- oh Grandpa? yes, he was in the kitchen about 1 foot from Ev when this thing started so he was with her at the moment I went horizontal in the air.......well, Grandpa was there. Wiping off the cell phone and talking calmly and nicely to the traumatized child.
It seems that the screaming was because, while reaching for the pull-up, she dropped her cell phone in the toilet. THIS, This is apparently what we use the "OH MY GOD THERE IS A WEREWOLF IN THE BATHROOM AND HE'S ABOUT TO EAT MY FACE OFF" scream for.
I have to say that I wasn't that sympathetic with her over this ordeal.
Where were her Grandma and Aunt Melissa you ask yourself? What did they do when Ev screamed bloody murder? Did they feel alarm in their souls? Did they jump up to help?
NO.
They sat on the couch and laughed at the Mama nearly killing herself to get to her child. They didn't just laugh... they lost complete control of themselves and sat there in gasping , shuddering heaps, laughing at me. Me- flying thru the air, landing, crawling and generally making an ass out of myself to get to Ev. Over. A. Dropped. Cell. Phone.
Sometimes kids scream over little things.
Sometimes my Mom and Sister laugh at the plight of others.
Sometimes Grandpa's have that $#!* under control.
Sometimes Mama's fly.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
All's Well That Ends Well
Yesterday, after a nap, Bean woke up and she was back to herself. Whew! That was a close one.
While she was napping I was able to get my cooking for the party done and then I got us ready in record time- from shower to car door with a side of manicure in about an hour- this is a note worthy occasion in our household.
As I was putting on my red sparkly earrings and bracelet for the party, Bean gasped and rushed into her room, grabbed her jewelry box and put on jewelry of her own. She wanted to wear an orange and green bracelet and a plastic, huge "aquarium"ring. These things did NOT match her, oh so pretty black and red Christmas dress but she was just so happy I just didn't say anything and let her go with it- she wore them all night at the party too.
We had fun at the party, it was a carry-in type and we ate and sat and talked with some of the guys that Les works with. There are a couple of really great and funny guys , so we had alot of laughter going on. Ev was the only kid there! She just hung out with us and eventually started playing under the table. After a bit she came out and pranced about the joint, making all of these young, single Coasties play "Restaurant"- HA!!!
You can really see her jewelry in this one
Full view of her Party Dress-I love her in this dress, it just swishes and swirls when she moves.
Here is a picture of Bean and her Mama-excuse the flash on my glasses.
Bean and her Papa. Oh how we love this man.
While she was napping I was able to get my cooking for the party done and then I got us ready in record time- from shower to car door with a side of manicure in about an hour- this is a note worthy occasion in our household.
As I was putting on my red sparkly earrings and bracelet for the party, Bean gasped and rushed into her room, grabbed her jewelry box and put on jewelry of her own. She wanted to wear an orange and green bracelet and a plastic, huge "aquarium"ring. These things did NOT match her, oh so pretty black and red Christmas dress but she was just so happy I just didn't say anything and let her go with it- she wore them all night at the party too.
We had fun at the party, it was a carry-in type and we ate and sat and talked with some of the guys that Les works with. There are a couple of really great and funny guys , so we had alot of laughter going on. Ev was the only kid there! She just hung out with us and eventually started playing under the table. After a bit she came out and pranced about the joint, making all of these young, single Coasties play "Restaurant"- HA!!!
You can really see her jewelry in this one
Full view of her Party Dress-I love her in this dress, it just swishes and swirls when she moves.
Here is a picture of Bean and her Mama-excuse the flash on my glasses.
Bean and her Papa. Oh how we love this man.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Please Read As Tongue In Cheek or Something
I am going to knock her block off today. You all know who I am talking about.
HER.
THE BEAN.
She is a chattering, non-listening to Mama, mouthing Mama off kind of girl today and I have nearly blown a gasket trying to maintain "The New Mama". The Swami Mommy.
So far so good. But this household may experience an Atomic Event before the day closes.
AAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!
Leslie is coming home early today and it's a good thing. I just laid Mouthy McMoutherson down for a nap until he gets home and can help me field the verbal jabs.
Now, she is "Classically Trained" in smart-assedness- by yours truly of course, so she is a freaking expert------AT FOUR. Oh and really she is some sort of Mensa when it comes to the whole, "let's ignore Mama and do what we want and then stare at the wall just above her head when she is trying to correct us" sort of thing.
There you have it- an Ignore You/Mouth Off Combo that is sure to make Mama's Circle of Willis blow at any moment. Also? She has added a dash of Maggoty Maggoty (that's whining and whimpering over the silliest thing). I tell you, the kids a genius.
Sheesh. Maybe she needed a nap about an hour and a half ago? Maybe I too am a genius -at Mothering Techniques and THIS particular combo of holding off the nap when she so obviously needs one, breathing through your nose at her (kind of like a winded horse) while trying to ignite your eyes into anger lasers will eventually be the "IN" thing when it comes to parenting.
Who's to say?
So the whole dressing up and heading out for Leslie's Coast Guard Christmas party will be a whole barrel full of laughs.
HER.
THE BEAN.
She is a chattering, non-listening to Mama, mouthing Mama off kind of girl today and I have nearly blown a gasket trying to maintain "The New Mama". The Swami Mommy.
So far so good. But this household may experience an Atomic Event before the day closes.
AAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!
Leslie is coming home early today and it's a good thing. I just laid Mouthy McMoutherson down for a nap until he gets home and can help me field the verbal jabs.
Now, she is "Classically Trained" in smart-assedness- by yours truly of course, so she is a freaking expert------AT FOUR. Oh and really she is some sort of Mensa when it comes to the whole, "let's ignore Mama and do what we want and then stare at the wall just above her head when she is trying to correct us" sort of thing.
There you have it- an Ignore You/Mouth Off Combo that is sure to make Mama's Circle of Willis blow at any moment. Also? She has added a dash of Maggoty Maggoty (that's whining and whimpering over the silliest thing). I tell you, the kids a genius.
Sheesh. Maybe she needed a nap about an hour and a half ago? Maybe I too am a genius -at Mothering Techniques and THIS particular combo of holding off the nap when she so obviously needs one, breathing through your nose at her (kind of like a winded horse) while trying to ignite your eyes into anger lasers will eventually be the "IN" thing when it comes to parenting.
Who's to say?
So the whole dressing up and heading out for Leslie's Coast Guard Christmas party will be a whole barrel full of laughs.
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