February 12, 2013

The Mommy Triathlon


The Mommy Triathlon

If you are a mother of young children, formal exercise is not something you have much time or desire to do!  As a substitute to going to the gym, you should partake in a triathlon weekly.  Yes, you read correctly, a triathlon.  This Mommy Triathlon is also known by another name, grocery shopping!  

Phase one: corralling all the kids, getting shoes and coats on, loading up in the car and unloading at the grocery store.  In this initial phase, it is crucial to remember a few key planning aspects.  Most importantly, make sure everyone has gone potty before leaving the house.  This is critical when you reach phase two!  On a good day, completing this episode is relatively simple. 

The beginning of stage two is marked by entry into the grocery store.  The first task is cart acquisition and securing all your ‘helpers’ in said cart.  Usually at least one child is crying at this point, but you must push on, you have a long way before this triathlon is completed.  Now, you probably wrote a detailed shopping list that may or may not have actually made it into the store with you.  If, by some miracle, you have this list in your hands, you might as well just throw it out now.  Better yet, just hand it over to the screaming child, she will end up with it soon enough.  You are now ready to commence upon filling your cart with all of your needed groceries.  Yeah right, you will now start filling your cart, but you will really have no idea what you are actually buying.  Between breaking up fights, preventing little hands from swiping items off the shelves, and attempting to lower the amount of noise pollution being emitted from your cart, there really isn’t much time left to see what it is that is filling up your cart.  You will reach for an item you need, get distracted by one or more of your helpers, and end up with who knows what in your hand.  But you press on and continue this ludicrous system because is there not an alternative.  Once you have acquired all of your needed food stuffs, the end of phase two is insight.  All you have to do now is make it to the checkout, unload the cart, prevent any small people from trying to add candy to the belt, engage in the ever so fun “Why Mommy?” game answering about 300 questions in 3 minutes, pay for all the groceries and get everything and everyone back to the car. 

You will now be feeling pretty good.  All the kids and the groceries are loaded in the car and you are heading home.  This feeling will be very short lived.  As stage three commences, the reality of the grueling final phase sets in.  You now have cranky and hungry children who probably have to go to the bathroom again AND a trunk full of perishable food.  As you pull into the garage, your mind is racing as to your next plan of action.  As you unload the kids, you are taking a mental inventory of the grocery items that will spoil the fastest.  Now the race is on.  You will learn just how quickly you can grab bags out of the car and run them into the house.  By the time you make it back in the door, the smallest of your helpers, who has just learned to crawl, will be trying to make her escape into the garage.  Reset baby – move her to the farthest corner of the family room and RUN back to the garage to grab another armload of bags overflowing with random food.  Yes, you will come running back in the door just to be greeted again by your new little speed racer.  Reset baby again, shoo other helpers out of the bags already brought in and SPRINT back to the car.  Repeat as many times as necessary until all of the groceries are in the house.  If it hasn’t happened in the previous stages, this will be the point that sweating is guaranteed.  As you wipe your brow, you see the end is in sight.  At this point you might be tempted to grab a random snack out of the bags to try to control the wild hooligans who used to be your calm wonderful children…DO IT!  This will buy you a good 4 minutes to be able to throw items into the freezer and fridge.  Yes, items will be piled willy-nilly, but they will not spoil and all will not be lost.  Rejoice as you place that final item in the pantry.  You have completed another Mommy Triathlon!  If all goes well, you won’t have to do this again until next week J       

January 26, 2013

Different Drum












Just a few pictures of the girls with a song that always makes me smile.

September 24, 2012

Six weeks post palate repair

Who's ready to be done with these arm braces??
"ME ME ME!!!" says Molly!
Six weeks post palate repair surgery and Molly had a great morning of appointments... Palate repair looks great - no restrictions on putting things in her mouth means no more arm braces!!


September 6, 2012

Post Palate Repair

After Molly's palate repair surgery, the tissue is very delicate in her mouth, so she is not allowed to put anything in her mouth except liquid or pureed baby food.  She is also not allowed to put any pressure by sucking.  This means no pacifiers, traditional sippy cups or straws.  This also means that she has to wear little arm restraints that prevent her elbows from bending so she cannot put anything in her mouth herself.

She is adjusting rather well (and she has the feeding tube so we can keep her well nourished without having to fight her to eat).

Absolutely hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time... Molly was trying hard to figure out a way to drink out of the cup by herself.



Trying from a different angle... nope, still doesn't work!

May 8, 2012

First Interest in Crawling!

After her bath tonight, Molly suddenly showed an interest in being on her hands and knees!  She is one cute little stinker! (if I would have known I would be taking a video, I would have dressed her in something cute!  Too bad she was just in a diaper after her bath!)

Molly just over 9 months old

February 29, 2012

Goals

Had Molly's First Steps (PT/OT) meeting today and the coordinator asked what goals I would like to see Molly achieve.

I replied, "Become a rocket scientist, create world peace, live a happy and fulfilling life."

Apparently the answer she was looking for was: 'sit independently, crawl, pull to stand, cruise, and walk.'

Yeah, I like my answer better!


January 10, 2012

Journey through Nursing School: First Day

The first day down the road of my formal education in Nursing was filled with pot holes and free parking.

Monday evening I was reviewing my carefully laid out plan to be executed in the morning.  I had my books, notebooks and all the school supplies I would need loaded in the car.  I studied and restudied exactly what class I had when and WHERE each class would meet.  I must have looked at my schedule a hundred times, and printed at least three copies, and yet was still nervous I would end up completely lost and confused.  All three of my daughters’ clothes were laid out for the morning.  Becca’s lunch was made and her backpack hung ready to go.  Shoes and coats were accounted for and in their proper place.

Tuesday morning begins with a flurry of activity.  Baby Molly is up early to eat.  Becca is up and raring to go long before her middle sister, Piper, even considers opening her eyes.  In the rush of the morning I seem to be right on schedule.  We get out the door and halfway to daycare to drop the younger two off when the alarm goes off on my phone.  Agh!  How could I have left the house and forgotten the weekly ritual that is held in such high regard to every Pre-kindergarten scholar… show-n-tell!  Panic starts to set in, but I quickly remind myself that surely I can find something, anything, that would suffice for today’s presentation.  Becca informs me that the letter of the week is “I”.  Perfect, what could I possibly come up with that begins with “I”??

The drop off of my two younger girls is complete at daycare.  Now, time to scour the car for this prized show-n-tell item.  Let’s see, I have a blanket, a horseshoe shaped neck pillow, bank deposit slips, a couple writing pens…it is looking grim.  Oh, a little pink monkey (probably the ever so wonderful ‘prize’ from a Happy Meal), but Becca quickly points out to me that monkey does not start with the designated letter of the week.  I quickly tried to come up with any variation of the wording of the toy to bring an “I” to the start, but I was at a loss.  I then tried to convince Becca that it wasn't necessary for the object to begin with the letter of the week, that was only a suggestion.  She did NOT take kindly to the suggestion of straying from the designated letter.   One last desperate look around and I spied just a small piece of blue under the seat.  Closer examination revealed a very poor knock off of a Barbie doll that had already been ‘well loved’ to say the least.  This wild haired, one armed, dressed in a pathetic blue rag of a dress was perfect!  I proclaimed her to be the Ice Princess!  Immediately Becca latched on to her newly discovered Ice Princess and was thrilled to have such a treasure to share with her class.

Whew, the show-n-tell disaster has been averted and Becca has been dropped off at school.  As I drive to my new school, a million doubts run through my head.  Will I get lost just trying to get there?  Will I find a parking space?  Will I find my classrooms?  Will I be on time?  Will I have the correct books and materials?  Will I somehow just look like a complete moron compared to everyone else?!?
I arrive on campus well ahead of my scheduled class time.  With only one wrong turn, I easily find a parking space.  I find my first classroom and even have plenty of time to find the restroom before class starts.  My first class begins and I am starting to relax a bit.  I am in the right room, have the right books, and have already read the right syllabus.  Twenty seven minutes into my hour and fifteen minute class my cell phone rings.  Yes, it is on silent, so it does not disturb the class, but my heart sinks when the caller ID flashes on the screen – my daughter’s school.  I cannot easily excuse myself from class and decide that if they leave a message, or if I receive another call, then I will just have to get up and go.  About four minutes later I receive a text message from my Mom: “Becca is sick, I am going to pick her up.”  I am relieved to know what is going on, and extremely thankful that my Mom can pick her up.  I just cannot believe that my very first day of class is the day Becca gets sick at school.  Not to mention the fact that I had done such a phenomenal job creating an amazing show-n-tell that would now never be used!

I continue through my classes with relative ease.  On a break in the afternoon I talk to my Mom and Becca doesn't seem to be deathly ill.  She is complaining of a stomachache, but we think she will pull through.  My break has almost come to an end when my phone rings again.  How can this be, daycare is calling me now?  Yes, it is daycare calling to tell me that baby Molly has spiked a fever of 103.  You have to be kidding me!  So through a quick series of phone calls I have arranged for Jeremy, my wonderful husband, to take off early from work to go pick up Miss Molly and my Mom will pick up Piper a little later (after nap time) on her way bringing Becca home.

Although slightly flustered, I feel like things are in control at home, so I am off to my next class.  Who in the world numbered these classrooms?!?  Where in the world is the room I am looking for?!? Almost more importantly, where is a restroom?!?  Luckily, there are very friendly faculty, staff and other students.  I am able to find my assigned classroom, and even feel comfortable because I was able to find the restroom before class started.

I have one more class before my journey back home this evening.  Jeremy and Molly are home.  My Mom is en route to daycare to retrieve Piper with Becca in tow and is also picking up carry out for dinner on the way for Jeremy and the girls.

I hope every day of nursing school isn't like this one or I am never going to get through!