Today was my last day of work before a 2 week break. I love my job, but can I get a WOOT WOOT!
We made it through 2 1/2 months of a new family, a new job, and no time to breathe through the transitions.
*sigh*
We celebrated with a trip to see Santa at the mall. I think we may have overwhelmed him. His comment was, "Are they all yours?" I'm getting used to that one. I hear it a lot now. The boys were kind of hilarious with their Santa visit. Guy was ALL pumped up, but when Santa put him on his knee, he had a CLASSIC deer-in-the-headlights look- I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Ian and Zeke stood close and went in for the high five, but that was all they trusted the big SC with. I asked Ian later if he thought that was the real Santa or a helper, and he said, "That was the real one. I got a good, close look at him." Chase nonchalantly walked by, and continued on to dive into the cotton snow on the other side of Santa's chair. He came back for the goodbyes and the candy canes, though.
I'm totally looking forward to some time with the kids- I have some cookies and some crafts, some science experiments for my little Mr. Wizard, and some new therapy stuff to try (hello oral motor therapy and sensory brushing techniques that I should have started 5 months ago).
Oh, and you know, the surgeries that begin tomorrow at 10am (Zeke) and then again on Friday at 8am (Chase and Zeke-ears). Second fun comment: the OR scheduler asked me if Zeke and Chase were twins, but just born on different days. Um, no. I was not in labor for 5 days. Hope they both recover quickly and have time to enjoy the break with the rest of us :/
Runner up funny comment: the receptionist who keeps calling to remind me of upcoming ENT appointments keeps calling Zeke, "Zeekey". Come on, lady! It's vowel-consonant-vowel! The silent e makes the first vowel say it's name! Classic phonics, people!
Monday, December 19, 2011
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Monday, December 12, 2011
And a post for Gavin
...who had to learn the lesson about pee-peeing before you get in bed tonight.
Every single dang night I take him to the bathroom, he pees, we put him in a diaper for overnight, get him into his jammies, read stories, and then tuck him into bed.
And then 10 seconds after I turn out the lights and shut the door, he starts crying because he "has to go pee-PEEEEEE!"
So then I give in, and get him out of bed, and we take his jammies off, and his diaper, and he gets 6 more minutes of bedtime-free day before he has to go to bed again.
Tonight, though, I made him do one last potty stop after story and before lights out. I told him lots of times that this was his last potty stop of the day, and that he would not be getting out of bed to go pee-pee. He agreed.
And then I kissed him goodnight, turned off the light, and closed the door.
Ten seconds later he started yelling that he needed to go pee-PEEEEEEE!!!
Nope. Sorry dude.
I did the Super Nanny thing, and let him be irate for a few minutes, then went in and firmly told him that he already went pee-pee, and we were done with that for the night. Then I told him there was no crying at bedtime.
Every time I say that, I think of Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own.
Anyway. He went to sleep. And that is that.
Every single dang night I take him to the bathroom, he pees, we put him in a diaper for overnight, get him into his jammies, read stories, and then tuck him into bed.
And then 10 seconds after I turn out the lights and shut the door, he starts crying because he "has to go pee-PEEEEEE!"
So then I give in, and get him out of bed, and we take his jammies off, and his diaper, and he gets 6 more minutes of bedtime-free day before he has to go to bed again.
Tonight, though, I made him do one last potty stop after story and before lights out. I told him lots of times that this was his last potty stop of the day, and that he would not be getting out of bed to go pee-pee. He agreed.
And then I kissed him goodnight, turned off the light, and closed the door.
Ten seconds later he started yelling that he needed to go pee-PEEEEEEE!!!
Nope. Sorry dude.
I did the Super Nanny thing, and let him be irate for a few minutes, then went in and firmly told him that he already went pee-pee, and we were done with that for the night. Then I told him there was no crying at bedtime.
Every time I say that, I think of Tom Hanks in A League of Their Own.
Anyway. He went to sleep. And that is that.
Chasey Chasey Smartie Facey
So, the other day, Ms. Santana sends a note home that says Chase can receptively ID all the letters of the alphabet. Seriously?
I mean, not that we haven't tried. He just hates that stuff. He has zero attention span for any of that "learning nonsense".
But yesterday, he got really into that V-tech bike game, you know, the one that you pedal and you pick up certain letters of the alphabet on a course on the TV? Yeah, not only did he pedal the bike, but he called out the letters correctly as he rode.
I'm not even joking here, people.
And since then, when we read stories at night, Bryan and I have been asking the kids to point to random letters on the pages. He gets them right, a LOT. The best one is when he identifies the letter R, because he sounds like a pirate. "What's that, Chasey?" "Arrrrrrrrrr!"
Have I mentioned how much I love his preschool teachers? Like LOVE them, love them.
I mean, not that we haven't tried. He just hates that stuff. He has zero attention span for any of that "learning nonsense".
But yesterday, he got really into that V-tech bike game, you know, the one that you pedal and you pick up certain letters of the alphabet on a course on the TV? Yeah, not only did he pedal the bike, but he called out the letters correctly as he rode.
I'm not even joking here, people.
And since then, when we read stories at night, Bryan and I have been asking the kids to point to random letters on the pages. He gets them right, a LOT. The best one is when he identifies the letter R, because he sounds like a pirate. "What's that, Chasey?" "Arrrrrrrrrr!"
Have I mentioned how much I love his preschool teachers? Like LOVE them, love them.
End of the Year Insurance Spending Spree
I'd love for it all to be about eggnog and Christmas lights right now...but reality is kind of slapping us in the face this year, and we're all about the end of year "get everything taken care of because you've met your deductible" spending.
I've had to leave work early so many afternoons to get glasses, exams, therapy consults, IEP meetings, and pre-operative visits (not to mention the pink-eye fake out that Chase pulled on me last week) done that my principal asked me today how many more times I was planning on leaving at 1:30. Um, no more- I hope. I'm not sure what else we can fit in. It's not that I'm trying to miss work, I'm just trying to miss as little of it as possible while still getting everything taken care of before it costs me a million dollars in January.
Chase and Zeke are getting more than LeapFrog learning toys this year. They are also going to be getting their very own sets of ear tubes!! This should cut down on the ear infections (2 since we've been home, I think...?) and luckily for us, they've been able to keep their adenoids from getting too inflamed, and they aren't causing problems, so they will NOT be getting surgery for adenoids along with the tubes.
Zeke will also be getting some exploratory surgery down there. Seems there is an undescended part (No! I can't type it out on my blog!) and we're going to go ahead and get that found and pulled down where it is supposed to be so that he doesn't end up with a hernia situation.
Do you think if we put shiny bows and jingle bells all over that they will forgive us for these Christmas gifts?
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Bye-EEEE. I'n goin' to work...!
Guy told me that he was going to work this evening. This is apparently his uniform:
Not long after, Zeke also decided to go to work, as well:
Obviously, they work in different departments.
Not long after, Zeke also decided to go to work, as well:
Obviously, they work in different departments.
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