It's true, I'm that Mom.
If you're in the Mid-Atlantic, then you probably know about all of the storms and tornadoes that hit today. Serious weather, seriously. It was no joke- and the footage of all of the damage around the state just proves that.
Well, there I was eating dinner and catching up on my TV show On Demand. I have to say, and I'm not a huge fan of Verizon, that I was really impressed with FiOS today. While I was watching video on demand FiOS automatically cut off my show and switched it to a live broadcast station due to the tornado warning for my area. It didn't turn my show back on, but I was impressed that it tuned me into the news so that I could be informed. Way to go FiOS.
And here we go- I'm that Mom.
Yeah, I went and got the Go Crib. I had it fully dissembled from washing it, so not only did I have to blow it up, but I also had to reassemble the whole thing. (It comes apart to wash, but stores intact.) Then I put it in an interior space on the lower level and moved sleeping Billy to it with a bunch of his luvies.
I also gathered the camping lantern and telephone and locked Buddy down on the lower level with us.
But, look, here's the thing. Billy sleeps upstairs against an outer wall. The TV room is in a relatively safe place downstairs. If a storm had hit, I would not have been able to run up, grab him, and run back down to safety.
I am no stranger to weather and I don't take these situations lightly. If that makes me THAT Mom, then so be it. I have been caught on the water in open craft during squalls. I have sailed through two tropical depressions and ridden out a hurricane on a tall ship. I've been in a house struck by lightening, and seen lightening hit an object 100 feet from me and blow it up. And I've seen a tornado in person and seen one form over my head (and I don't live in tornado prone areas). Hurricanes? Old hat. I'm pretty cautious when it comes to weather after all I've seen. Better safe than sorry.
Billy slept through it all, even the move to the lower level and then back to the crib after the front passed. So, yeah. I'm that Mom. I'm ok with that.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 ~ Awful Breakfast
According to Billy, this morning's breakfast was awful. His word, not mine. Literally, awful. Now, he ate all of it up and asked for more, but it was still awful. He had it for breakfast yesterday and called it awful then too. And, he'll likely have it tomorrow and continue to call it awful.
Don't worry, I'm not torturing my little man. He ate it all up every time and despite calling it awful, actually really likes it. In fact, he also told me it was yum yum.
See, the problem is the name. It's just too hard to pronounce. He's mixing up his letters.
That's how waffle became awful.
Don't worry, I'm not torturing my little man. He ate it all up every time and despite calling it awful, actually really likes it. In fact, he also told me it was yum yum.
See, the problem is the name. It's just too hard to pronounce. He's mixing up his letters.
That's how waffle became awful.
Drawn In Thursdays: Things Kids Do #7
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Cribs keep waking babies in, but they also keep sleepy babies out.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 ~ Busy, Busy, Dizzy, Dizzy
He must be feeling better.
Billy ran circles around the kitchen and living room all evening. He chased Buddy and popped his popper to his heart's content. He kazooed and sang and insisted that everybody "jump!" together. So there are Daddy and myself with lil man, jumping on command in the kitchen.
Picture Daddy in Billy in matching blue shirts. Billy decides to spin in a circle until he gets dizzy. So dizzy that he belly-flops on the floor in fits of giggles. Daddy decides this looks like a fun game and joins him. The two of them spinning in circles, getting dizzy. Then, after getting as dizzy as possible, chasing each other around the room as fast as they can without falling down (from being so dizzy). It was hilarious.
I would have taken a picture, but Daddy wasn't wearing pants. Underpants. No pants. So no photos. But go ahead and paint yourself that mental picture of Daddy and Billy spinning around the kitchen in matching shirts.
Billy ran circles around the kitchen and living room all evening. He chased Buddy and popped his popper to his heart's content. He kazooed and sang and insisted that everybody "jump!" together. So there are Daddy and myself with lil man, jumping on command in the kitchen.
Picture Daddy in Billy in matching blue shirts. Billy decides to spin in a circle until he gets dizzy. So dizzy that he belly-flops on the floor in fits of giggles. Daddy decides this looks like a fun game and joins him. The two of them spinning in circles, getting dizzy. Then, after getting as dizzy as possible, chasing each other around the room as fast as they can without falling down (from being so dizzy). It was hilarious.
I would have taken a picture, but Daddy wasn't wearing pants. Underpants. No pants. So no photos. But go ahead and paint yourself that mental picture of Daddy and Billy spinning around the kitchen in matching shirts.
Monday, May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 ~ Looking Up
Billy is looking up...to his friend T.
T and his parents came over today for a visit and to play with Billy. He's a little older and Billy looks up to him. Way up. When T laid his blanket down, Billy did the same. When T picked it up, Billy copied. T had a big boy cup, so Billy wanted one. Anything to be like T.
Now, just like little kids, they didn't get along the whole evening. There were the occasional spats over toys. But mostly, Billy wanted to do whatever T was doing.
And things are looking up for Billy in general. His breathing is much better and he is definitely feeling much better too. I couldn't take him to the pool, but he and T got to play with the water table, which was pretty cool.
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To all the troops and veterans- we would like to thank you for your service and for all that you mean to this country.
Happy Memorial Day
T and his parents came over today for a visit and to play with Billy. He's a little older and Billy looks up to him. Way up. When T laid his blanket down, Billy did the same. When T picked it up, Billy copied. T had a big boy cup, so Billy wanted one. Anything to be like T.
Now, just like little kids, they didn't get along the whole evening. There were the occasional spats over toys. But mostly, Billy wanted to do whatever T was doing.
And things are looking up for Billy in general. His breathing is much better and he is definitely feeling much better too. I couldn't take him to the pool, but he and T got to play with the water table, which was pretty cool.
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To all the troops and veterans- we would like to thank you for your service and for all that you mean to this country.
Happy Memorial Day
Sunday, May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 ~ Getting Better
Exhausted so I'm keeping it short.
He was super cranky and took two naps today, but is on the mend it seems- knock on wood. Breathing is much better. He's a lot older than when he had it the last time and is close to the threshhold where he's too old to get bronchiolitis, so here's hoping.
The Billy version of not feeling well:
Run around mad crazy. Then lay on the floor and pet his BeepBeeps.
Chase Buddy around the house. Then sit on hte floor and whine-cry for no reason.
Push his push cart around the house at top speed. Then lay down in my lap and ask for a nap.
I think he only has two speeds. Stop and go, go, go!
He was super cranky and took two naps today, but is on the mend it seems- knock on wood. Breathing is much better. He's a lot older than when he had it the last time and is close to the threshhold where he's too old to get bronchiolitis, so here's hoping.
The Billy version of not feeling well:
Run around mad crazy. Then lay on the floor and pet his BeepBeeps.
Chase Buddy around the house. Then sit on hte floor and whine-cry for no reason.
Push his push cart around the house at top speed. Then lay down in my lap and ask for a nap.
I think he only has two speeds. Stop and go, go, go!
Billy's Second Trip to the Hospital
Sorry, I didn't post last night, but as you can see from the title, things have been a little crazy around here.
Around dinnertime Billy became exceptionally upset. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I made him sit in his room and read a book to calm him and I could hear something going on in his lungs. I held his shirt up and saw the all too familiar tug of the skin through the ribs. Bronchiolitis. The same thing that sent him to the hospital before.
I immediately called the on-call doctor at our pediatrician's office. Our regular doctor is out on maternity leave. The on-call doctor could hear his breathing through the phone and asked me to take him to the E.R. immediately. He was coughing and wheezing and having difficulty breathing.
So, just after bedtime we arrived in the E.R.
They checked him out and treated him with two nebulizers and a steroid. We had to wait several hours so they could continue to recheck his lungs to determine if he needed to be admitted or could go home.
Diagnosis? Bronchiolitis, pneumonia and probably asthma on top of his already raging ear infection and the cold that produced everything.
He hated the treatments, was a nervous wreck in the hospital and just wanted to go home. What he refused to do was sleep. He curled in my arms the whole time, crying sometimes, but definitely not willing to sleep.
We got home after midnight and he fell asleep in his own crib while Daddy and I took turns keeping vigil over him.
He is only at the beginning of this. We have another 40 hours to go in the danger zone before we can relax. It's going to be a very long, long weekend for sure.
Poor guy- he got to try out the pool yesterday and has been talking non-stop about going to the whanner (water). But I can't take him to the pool this weekend while he's sick.
Ok, he's sleeping now. I'm going to go jack myself up with coffee and pry my eyelids open so that I can care for the lil guy for the rest of the day and sit vigil over him tonight.
Around dinnertime Billy became exceptionally upset. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I made him sit in his room and read a book to calm him and I could hear something going on in his lungs. I held his shirt up and saw the all too familiar tug of the skin through the ribs. Bronchiolitis. The same thing that sent him to the hospital before.
I immediately called the on-call doctor at our pediatrician's office. Our regular doctor is out on maternity leave. The on-call doctor could hear his breathing through the phone and asked me to take him to the E.R. immediately. He was coughing and wheezing and having difficulty breathing.
So, just after bedtime we arrived in the E.R.
They checked him out and treated him with two nebulizers and a steroid. We had to wait several hours so they could continue to recheck his lungs to determine if he needed to be admitted or could go home.
Diagnosis? Bronchiolitis, pneumonia and probably asthma on top of his already raging ear infection and the cold that produced everything.
He hated the treatments, was a nervous wreck in the hospital and just wanted to go home. What he refused to do was sleep. He curled in my arms the whole time, crying sometimes, but definitely not willing to sleep.
We got home after midnight and he fell asleep in his own crib while Daddy and I took turns keeping vigil over him.
He is only at the beginning of this. We have another 40 hours to go in the danger zone before we can relax. It's going to be a very long, long weekend for sure.
Poor guy- he got to try out the pool yesterday and has been talking non-stop about going to the whanner (water). But I can't take him to the pool this weekend while he's sick.
Ok, he's sleeping now. I'm going to go jack myself up with coffee and pry my eyelids open so that I can care for the lil guy for the rest of the day and sit vigil over him tonight.
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