Ok, I know this is a strange request given that I already have so little amount of time in my day, but here it is. I had this very vivid dream the last week that I can still give you every little detail about, and it had some raw potential of being a great story. I've already written down notes about it, and questions about where I want to take the story, but not sure if it's a feesible project. It would probably be sort of a fantasy almost fairy tell like quality, but more for adults. I don't know, its hard to explain. I've already written 3 pages, and I'm not sure if I could/should continue. I need some sort of feedback, good, bad, fix this, or this may not be the best idea, or this isn't the type of book I would read. So if you want to read part of what I've got, or maybe the raw idea, message me somehow and I will send you some of it.
FYI, if you haven't figured out by now, I miss spell check when I blog!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
NUTS!!!
OK, as aforementioned on my intro blog, that my son is allergic to peanuts. And I when I mean allergic, I mean he very well could stop breathing almost instantaneously if he ever ingested one. The last time he had a reaction that ended us up in the ER was because I had something with peanuts in it the night before, brushed my teeth, went to bed kissed him the next morning and he still had a reaction. So the point I'm making with this, I'm not sure. I just know that I miss peanuts, and all nuts in general.
We had trunk or treating tonight at our ward, and the kids had a blast. There was painting oranges, pumpkin tossing, all around fun. Always a worry when the candy is involved. What I'm getting to is that holidays can really stink as far as his allergy goes. What do you think of automatically when you or your kid gets a treat that you really, and I mean really really want. Nine times out of Ten I would almost gurantee that it would have some kind of nut in it, or that it has been manufactured in plant proccessed with peanuts or a nut of somekind, or my favorite one yet that I have to check for is "cocoa processed with Alkali". All of these things listed on the back of a wrapper means that my son either definitely will have a reaction or play russian roullette if he did eat it. I love the little guy, and I'm not willing to risk it, even if it did take over an hour to convince him to stay in his bed tonight, after bedtime. Surprisingly enough though, I don't know if I've taught him or helped educate him well enough for him to be able to pick out what he can and can't have. Going through his trick or treat basket, I only found the one treat that I knew he couldn't have, and knew it from the moment I saw it before the kind unknowing lady put it there. The peanut butter taffy. (even that sounds good now...) He knew when people offered for him to let him pick his treats he got the ones he knew he could eat. Even my girls baskets weren't that bad to have to pick out the candy to give to people that probably won't run into my son. (So yes, you could say we are a nut free family in the literal sense...maybe not in any other, but that a whole other blog...) Also knowing that after talking with his primary teacher and the primary president that a large majority of people are some what aware of his allergy and are concerned is overwhelmingly encouraging. When they were passing out fathers day stuff on church list last year the the YW president put together stuff with out the chocolate nut stuff, told specifically one girl to give it to our family specifically. I'm not asking other people to give up their own treat, I'm just glad to know that they also care enough to have my son around. So a thanks out to those who care enough to ask, or to find something that works!
We had trunk or treating tonight at our ward, and the kids had a blast. There was painting oranges, pumpkin tossing, all around fun. Always a worry when the candy is involved. What I'm getting to is that holidays can really stink as far as his allergy goes. What do you think of automatically when you or your kid gets a treat that you really, and I mean really really want. Nine times out of Ten I would almost gurantee that it would have some kind of nut in it, or that it has been manufactured in plant proccessed with peanuts or a nut of somekind, or my favorite one yet that I have to check for is "cocoa processed with Alkali". All of these things listed on the back of a wrapper means that my son either definitely will have a reaction or play russian roullette if he did eat it. I love the little guy, and I'm not willing to risk it, even if it did take over an hour to convince him to stay in his bed tonight, after bedtime. Surprisingly enough though, I don't know if I've taught him or helped educate him well enough for him to be able to pick out what he can and can't have. Going through his trick or treat basket, I only found the one treat that I knew he couldn't have, and knew it from the moment I saw it before the kind unknowing lady put it there. The peanut butter taffy. (even that sounds good now...) He knew when people offered for him to let him pick his treats he got the ones he knew he could eat. Even my girls baskets weren't that bad to have to pick out the candy to give to people that probably won't run into my son. (So yes, you could say we are a nut free family in the literal sense...maybe not in any other, but that a whole other blog...) Also knowing that after talking with his primary teacher and the primary president that a large majority of people are some what aware of his allergy and are concerned is overwhelmingly encouraging. When they were passing out fathers day stuff on church list last year the the YW president put together stuff with out the chocolate nut stuff, told specifically one girl to give it to our family specifically. I'm not asking other people to give up their own treat, I'm just glad to know that they also care enough to have my son around. So a thanks out to those who care enough to ask, or to find something that works!
Friday, October 24, 2008
How common phrases baffle children
I went to my sister in-laws bridal shower last night. I took my girls with me, happily. They love their aunt to death, and I can't blame them! She is a sweet heart to the core, and can always make me smile. Any way the reason for the title. I was explaining to my 3 year old, Brie, that we were going to Aunt Nicoles Bridal shower, explained where we were going and what time. After quite some time and her thinking about it, asked me how we were all going to fit. It took me a second to realize that she meant we were all going to jump into her physical shower.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
amazing how mcuh value people have in your life.
I recently ran into a friend from my childhood online. I 'd have to say it was nice. Unlike most normal people, I like to try and avoid people from my past, with a few rare exceptions. It's not out of having done something awful, I guess its just when I run into people I go back to that akward place in my teenage years when I was trying to define myself. Running into her was very nice, and I realized that I've missed out on a lot because I have avoided those things. To be honest, she hasn't changed so much from the person that I liked being around back in highschool. She is still sweet, good hearted, and uplifting. To be honest, a lot of days you need friends like that. I found out that I have friends that have kids now, that I didn't know did...people that have gotten married I didn't know about. So here is a small tribute to all the friends from highschool that were good friends to me. The ones that were there to listen, to hang around with, the ones that still were nice to me even when I distanced myself from them. The friends that were just good examples of how we should treat each other. So thank you! Even if I know only the one I talked to tonight will probably read this. At least she will know that she is appreciated.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Why I love being a Mom
How lame is the title. Pretty lame! But to put it simple at the end of the day being a mom is something that I'm pretty lucky and proud to be. After I have had to fight to put kids to bed after a long day, trying to clean up a house, make meals, lunches, get kids dressed in clothes/pjs each for over a half hour because they have one more thing that they want to talk to me about. The three little sleeping bugs in the other room look entirely sweet and have so much potential that I was blessed to observe and try and guide.
I've made a small ritual between my son and I. He is not a morning person. Just like his parents! :) School starts before he would like to be awake some days, and he will ask me why he has to get up, and tells me that he is still soo soo sooooo tired. So now when I go to wake him up in the morning, I climb in the bed beside him, grab half of his covers, and tell him that him and I are going to stay there and sleep all day long. I thought this reverse pschology would work on him. I should know better! He just snuggles in closer and says "Okay Mom!" and then laughs and closes his eyes. So we stay there for a few minutes and then Brie will come bounding in and want to join in, despite the fact she's been up for at least an hour by this point, and tries to snuggle in right between us, and Trev will usually get up... or possible say "Brie(note there would be a hint of whine to this) this is my bed." He just ends up in a better mood if I wake him up this way. I can only imagine 10 years from now and having to climb in to bed and steal his covers to get him up then, and I'm sure it won't always be so warmly recieved, but for now I'll take it and run with it.
I've made a small ritual between my son and I. He is not a morning person. Just like his parents! :) School starts before he would like to be awake some days, and he will ask me why he has to get up, and tells me that he is still soo soo sooooo tired. So now when I go to wake him up in the morning, I climb in the bed beside him, grab half of his covers, and tell him that him and I are going to stay there and sleep all day long. I thought this reverse pschology would work on him. I should know better! He just snuggles in closer and says "Okay Mom!" and then laughs and closes his eyes. So we stay there for a few minutes and then Brie will come bounding in and want to join in, despite the fact she's been up for at least an hour by this point, and tries to snuggle in right between us, and Trev will usually get up... or possible say "Brie(note there would be a hint of whine to this) this is my bed." He just ends up in a better mood if I wake him up this way. I can only imagine 10 years from now and having to climb in to bed and steal his covers to get him up then, and I'm sure it won't always be so warmly recieved, but for now I'll take it and run with it.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Community sleeping
I would like to know what happens some days that makes your kids think they have to sleep in the same room that you do. I have had my youngest waking up every 2 hours at night until she comes in and sleeps on our floor, for about 4 days straight now. Also with waking up around 6:30 am. I'm still bleery eyed at that hour in the morning. I noticed this morning as I moved Brie to the floor by our bed, that I almost stepped on our son, who decided to take his sisters cue, and join the floor as well. Not a problem, I just hope that I didn't kick him too hard in my half asleep state. I'm expecting Ali in the next couple of nights....
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Intro
I was given the suggestion to blog by my husband. Not much too it right?!? We shall see with my first attempt here. So bare with me. This could be scary....
So about me...I'm a working mom of 3 wonderful little kids. Age 7 Ali, age 5 Trev, and age 3 Brie. I work as a pharmacy tech 3 days of every week. I work as a mom 24 hours a day 7 days a week. My oldest is in 2nd grade. My son is in all day kindergarten, and he has asthma and a very severe peanut allergy. My youngest has a cinnamon allergy that makes her blow up like a bright red blow fish. She is also my first child to get stitches, and hopefully my last.
The reason for the title, is that I always feel like I'm trying to keep a white knuckle grip on reality, my children, my sanity, pretty much anything I have a fear of losing. :)
My first real blog spot will be this short little story from my mom regarding a question he asked her. My mom often watches my kids when I work. Also another precurser is that I had all 3 of my kids by c-section. My son asked my mother if I came out of her tummy or her bum hole. My mothers response was neither. My sisters response to hearing this was, no wonder he's a little %$#@ head. To bear all amends to my son, he is actually quite a good kid, but already with quite a smart alec trait, he's learned from an older sibling.
So about me...I'm a working mom of 3 wonderful little kids. Age 7 Ali, age 5 Trev, and age 3 Brie. I work as a pharmacy tech 3 days of every week. I work as a mom 24 hours a day 7 days a week. My oldest is in 2nd grade. My son is in all day kindergarten, and he has asthma and a very severe peanut allergy. My youngest has a cinnamon allergy that makes her blow up like a bright red blow fish. She is also my first child to get stitches, and hopefully my last.
The reason for the title, is that I always feel like I'm trying to keep a white knuckle grip on reality, my children, my sanity, pretty much anything I have a fear of losing. :)
My first real blog spot will be this short little story from my mom regarding a question he asked her. My mom often watches my kids when I work. Also another precurser is that I had all 3 of my kids by c-section. My son asked my mother if I came out of her tummy or her bum hole. My mothers response was neither. My sisters response to hearing this was, no wonder he's a little %$#@ head. To bear all amends to my son, he is actually quite a good kid, but already with quite a smart alec trait, he's learned from an older sibling.
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