Mr Mom

I have a great dad who helped me a lot over the years, as well as a great father in law who has followed suit. I could dedicate a whole post to each of them alone, but right now I think I need to do this one to my husband. You see my husband is currently Mr Mom. He has been cooking dinner, doing laundry, cleaning, bathing kids, helping with home work, and the many transportation needs for our 3 children, while I work, and of course I still help out when I can. This past week with Trev being sick, Brie had a birthday party to go to, as well as Ali had 2 to go to in one day and my husband because the earlier part of the week he was home with Trev didn't get to go out and get new pants for the temple (apparently he's gained weight since marrying me....) He had been running around getting things to go to the temple on Friday with his brother. He never once complained, simply apologized one night for being too tired to stay up much later after I got off of work. To top off this incredible week, I have not been feeling well, and I could simply not keep my eyes open this morning- Fathers day of all days. He helped arrange to get our oldest to church, and let me sleep until noon, and then told me we were going to take me to the doctor. All on Fathers day. So I have a sinus infection, and have a hard time staying awake, and he hasn't complained once. He even offered to help cook dinner at his family get together today. So here is the biggest thank you and "You are awesome Babe!" to my husband today, Love you lots!

What it takes to potty train and other updates

What it takes to potty train? Quite frankly I don't have the slightest clue. My oldest I worked with for a few months before she turned 3 and she was potty trained, not much of any accidents after. My son potty trained himself before the age of 2 because he just decided one day he didn't want to be in diapers any more. He has had a few accidents along the way, but I kid you not his bladder must be the size of a pea. When we went 4 wheeling with my father in law, we were gone for about 4 hours at most, and low and behold he watered the bushes at least 6 times while we were there. My youngest will be turning 4 in late September and have tried to see if she was ready to potty train since shortly before she turned 3. She is a fun child don't get me wrong, she just has her own time schedule and no one is going to mess it up. What finally got her to use the potty? The image on the right. This specific one to be exact. It had to be Dora Mermaid Princess that has the little electric spinning head tooth brush. They have regular ones, non electronic, Dora snow princess, and many many more. So yes we own this tooth brush now. Along with a Barbie and Pirates electronic spinning head tooth brushes for the other two kids.

And just for the record, we had Trev into the ER on Sunday night. (I seriously wonder if they are going to start remembering his name if he continues to have problems...) He had been having a hard time breathing all day, and have been giving him his breathing treatments (the extra ones) in hopes that it would help and he could feel good again. So at about 9pm Sunday night I checked on him again, and he was running a fever and was still a bit wheezy and he couldn't have another treatment for another 2 hours... So I called our nurse line with the insurance. Given the situation that I could describe best, and my son telling me that his chest hurt, she advised us that we had to call 911, simply for the fact that he could be getting a lot worse really quick and he had to be checked out. We didn't have a peak flow meter, or an oximeter. (for those of you non asthma aware people the peak flow meter helps tell how much air they are getting in and out, the oximeter tells how oxygenated there blood is) With out knowing those details she said he would probably have to be transported. So the EMT's came and checked him out, he was doing well enough for us to transport him, but said that he definitely did need to be seen tonight! So we head to the ER, and despite the 4 other people in the waiting room when we got there, I filled out the form and almost as soon as they read it they had us back in a room. Oh great! My first thought is that he some how has gotten the swine flu. Or H1n1 to be PC. (no he doesn't have it!) I have to give them credit for being so good with him. Despite having to swab his throat and sticking another swab up his nose to test for the flu, they did all they could to make him comfortable. The ended up doing a chest X-Ray and then did a treatment and he was feeling better by midnight and let us take him home and gave us a prescription for steroids to help with the asthma issues. So I wake up the next morning to him throwing up. Which to be honest does not surprise me. When he has had a hard time breathing he vomits to the point of retching his poor little body. This continued for the morning and then subsided. Then my husband calls me at work to let me know that the ER called us and said to have him come back in. Oh GREAT!!! They took a second look at the X-rays and they couldn't see a definite line around his heart, because it was blurry, which for those of you in the medical field probably know by now, my son has pneumonia. So my husband was sent home with an anti-nausea medication and antibiotic. This morning my son woke up and actually ate a piece of toast, with no vomiting, and has been slightly bouncing off the walls, and then rests for a long period of time. He is so going to school tomorrow! So we are on the mend. We celebrated Matt's birthday last night, we went laser tagging and to my delight for my only 2nd time playing I did not come out of it with a bloody nose! But that's another story for another day.

Rainy day with out power

We had the fun opportunity to have the power go out this afternoon. Meaning we couldn't watch movies, play electronic games of any sort, and because it was pouring rain outside that left us inside without power. My kids kept asking what we were going to do with out power. My kids found that they could make shadow puppets with a flash light in the dark. They were having so much fun they even started to dance (yes with out music) using the "spot light". I'm not quite sure where they got the idea but the dancing proceeded with every one and the flash light became a strobe light. Then they got a little too wound up and heads were bumped together.
So then my husband decided to teach our oldest two how to play chess. Matt and I are big game players and have quite an assortment of games. When we were first married we played a lot of Othello when it was just us. We finally decided we needed more than just one game we could play by our selves, so here comes the chess story. The first and only time we have ever played chess, in the middle of the game something he did completely pissed me off. Come to think of it I may have been a little on the bad end of the month at the time, and we had one of our biggest arguments in the beginning of our marriage. My husband when he tells people about us playing chess he says "there were lawyers on the phone". So when he suggested teaching Ali and Trev how to play chess, I was kind of surprised. My sons strategy was what pieces can I take off the board of my sisters. My daughters was simply to learn what each piece did and the goal of the game. Maybe that is reminiscent of how we played.... I don't know. My daughter won. No lawyers were called, but my husband and I did not play chess!

"You are so funny!"

Have I ever mentioned the Cheesy Child I have. Meaning the wild Monkey, the the youngest and best birth control I've ever had? My youngest in other words. This is how my day usually starts. 6:00 am or 6:15 am "MOM! MOM!!! I want to get up!!!" my Brie starts screaming to wake me up to come and get her from her bed. Mind you her bedroom is right next to ours and she is fully capable to get herself up and walk into my room to wake me up. This morning was a little different. 6:30 "...mom...can I get up?"- my son whispering to me!!!! So I get up and move myself to the living room turn on cartoons and start to fall asleep thinking any minute Brie is going to be screaming for me to come get her out of her bed. 7:39!!! It is almost a world record for her! The only exclusion is the one night she was sick and woke up very sick the next morning at about 8:30. But that is not really the funny thing she did today. She has been a little more on the temperamental side lately...or always not sure which yet. Anyways she has been kind of mean to Ali lately and took Alis hat tonight and threw it away from her and walked off. So my husband and I let her know that she needed to shape up and apologize. She did. She has this tendency to say "DON'T look at me!" after she is put back in line. I simply told her that I was her mother and I have every right to look at her when I needed to tonight and she just looked the other way and pouted. So my husband was sitting next to her and was looking at her shoes and just checked to see how much room she had left to grow in them. "Dad, I'm just wiggling my toes! See I'm not wiggling anything else!" she says. Matt tells her that he is just checking to see how her shoes are fitting and then she responds "Oh, you are funny Dad!" I think she got it wrong...she is the funny one!