my blogging under the influence is blogging while tired. Ignore this post and wait for the next one.

I hate being tired. My husband is frustrating me by telling me things that he knows will upset me, but feels that I need to be aware of a situation. I was having a good freaking day! Honestly. I was. I'm thoroughly annoyed, upset and furious, when I was having a serene day. How did I let this serenity pass from me? When these emotions interact with my being sleepy, makes it so much harder to fall asleep. I have to calm myself back down, which could take quite a while. I want to cry, but at the same time I don't which ends up giving me a severe headache that just makes me want to cry more. I have already lived through my personal hell!!! I don't need to see some one else live through their's. It hurts too much to bring all those feeling that I've settled back up again. I want to move forward. I don't want to dwell on those past emotions that bound me like a constricting cord.
I want my positivity back. Its what is keeping me sane. I like my sanity. Even if it is only my version of sanity, it and I get along quite nicely. I guess I will be working out in the morning along with the baking, church shoe shopping for Trev, taking Brie to school, cleaning, decluttering and rearranging of stuff tomorrow. I think I will be in a better mood again tomorrow and better able to deal with these emotions then. I just have to focus on "settle". Ignore or redirect the "pissed off". To make things clear, it is not my husband that has pissed me off, it is the situation that was brought to my attention. I had no idea to what extent it was. I'm just going to have to work harder at being positive in that aspect. I haven't seen negativity really help any one....EVER! So.....Time to take a bunch of deep cleansing breaths! Play some tetris, and hopefully become overly tired so that I can fall asleep.

Shopping with Trev, and TMI for a dinner conversation

There are two things I want to share. Both are funny, the second may not be appreciated by all crowds of readers (basically non family). So if you fall into the TMI category don't read the last paragraph.
So Trev has grown! To add to that he also has holes/rips/tears in all but one pair of his pants. All the holes have been quickly sewn up, in makeshift manner until I could take him shopping, because lets just say I'm not the best seamstress, and he was ripping through what I needled and threaded back together. So I go to Kohl's hoping to find good deals. Clearance racks here I come!!! I am an excellent clearance shopper! So we go with the express purpose of buying at least 4 pairs of pants. Easy enough right? Who knew that a pair of jeans, with out being marked down is at least 20$ for a 6 year old?!?!?!? Needless to say we found a lot of clearance pair of pants, that were non jeans, and one pair that he probably won't fit into for another 2 years, but they were lee jeans and only 5$. So as I took him into the changing room, (mind you he wanted to go into the men's, but explained to him that he could get away with coming into the women's changing room, but I couldn't get away with going into the men's....) He started posing and dancing as he tried on each new pair of pants. He cracked me up. So we pass by the girls clearance section on the way out and lightening strikes, and I tell Trev that he could pick out something for his sisters for Christmas-NOW- for him to get them. So helped me pick out a cute brown/pink dress for Brie, and about a dozen pairs of socks for Ali, totaling to a accumulative 11$. Then as I was perusing a little more closely, the whine came out and he instantly was hungry when he wasn't at all 2 minutes before that.
So the second for the non-faint of heart section of the blog tonight.
This is kind of how the dinner conversation went tonight:
"So what did you get shopping Trev?"-Matt
*Brie toots*
"I got some pants and Lego Star Wars outfit! Its so cool!"-Trev
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie stop farting at the dinner table!"-Matt
"So what else was there at the store?"-Ali
*Brie gases*
"Brie! Stop!"-Me
"This really cool Nike (but he pronounced it more like Nicky) sweat shirt but mom said I couldn't get it because it cost more than everything else."
*Brie fluffs*
"Brie, stop farting at the table or I'm going to put a cork in your butt!"-Matt
"NO! I don't want a cork in my bum! *Whiny cry* Whats a cork?"-Brie
*Brie toots and giggles*
Oh and by the way, yes, she continued to toot, fluff, and gas the rest of the meal, but giggled afterward.
I think we are going to have to go over dinner etiquette 101 quite a few times with that child!

Sick and SEP's

So here is the short update for our lives. Ali had type A influenza (which the swine flu falls under) and she recovered and did not spread it to the rest of us! YEAH! Matt went to parent teacher conference for Trev and Ali. Ali is doing well, finishes her work and then helps others with their homework. She is also above level on reading...which we already knew since she is reading the the 5th Harry Potter book and loving and giggling and gasping while reading. Trev is also doing very well and above grade level on his reading. His teacher said he is doing really well and said she had no major complaints. She did say that she has moved him seats twice already this year because he keeps talking to his neighbors. So after this last time she moved him, his teacher asked if he was going to talk to his neighbors, his response was "Yeah, probably!" (OH DEAR!!!) His teacher then tells him that he needs to exert self control and not talk so much/loudly to his neighbors. I love that little monkey!
Oh and I talked to Bries teacher, and she said she is doing quite well as well. She is already patterning and sorting in her preschool. She already writes her name, enough for you to be able to tell what it is, but not that great of hand writing. :) Unfortunately that is a problem for all 3 of the kids. They need to write more often with their dad, not their mom. I get the most questions on what I write when others have to read it...
So that is the little blurb for the update in this Thacker house.

So I said I would post pictures...oops.

So sorry that I did not post the pictures on here. Fire me if you will. :) I once asked that at work on an extremely busy day with a minor screw up, and was told I could not be so lucky!
So not much going on in my life. Work, kids going to school, sleep, repeat. Trev has recently been tested by his teacher for his reading capabilities, and he is reading at a 5th grade reading level in 1st grade. She is extremely worried that he is going to become bored. And again strongly recommended we get him tested for ALPS (accelerated learning of some sort.) So that is what part of my day off will concisest of, that, making empanadas, jello cookies, helping with homework and laundry. FUN! :) I actually don't mind days off like this!

Nausea, Bambi, and The Upside Down show

Nausea! Ok. So I guess for me it is a little psychosomatic. I'm really not that nauseated. I'm not ready to give up eating all together. Food does sound good, with the usual exceptions, like sauerkraut and hot dogs. So why the nausea? I think I have been living with vomit for about a week now. A week ago last Saturday (early morning)Matt and I woke up to my son saying that he didn't feel good and that he had thrown up. From that moment on for the next 12 hours every 20 minutes Trev was vomiting, in bowl, toilet, toy bucket, you name it. Anything that would contain to something we could wash later, or flush. This is par for him. He will vomit till every possible contaminant that afflicts his body has no possible trace left in his little body. Then right when Trev is not vomiting, but extremely fatigued and completely uninterested in food, only water, Ali Starts. She's a one or two episode kid and shes done, just doesn't feel good. We thought for sure they had food poisoning because Trev and Ali were the only ones to have pepperoni pizza the night before. So they started feeling a lot better by Sunday night, sent them to school the next day and thought nothing more of it. Then Monday night comes and Matt starts. He is out of commission for a full 24 hours then feels better. Ok so at least its a 24 hour bug. I thought we were done. Hope at least. Then this Friday night as I get home from work at 10:30 at night to find out Brie has started. Brie follows more suit to more like Trev when she is sick. What makes it worse is that we were supposed to have Anderson Family pictures done Saturday morning. So Matt having already suffered through the illness says he will stay home and I get to take the other two kids and call it good for our family and they get to splice in the missing members later. (Did I mention he's going off to hunt Bambi on Tuesday?) Unfortunately Brie is still vomiting. Not a lot, not too often, but all the same. She has actually listened to Matt and won't let me take care of the designated bowl after the occurrences. Apparently she doesn't want me sick either. So at 9pm at night I am watching The Upside Down Show with Brie while she laughs as she "presses the buttons on the remote" that the actors respond to. If you haven't watched it before I would suggest it on the more than enjoyable to watch kids shows with your preschooler.
So as far as the rest of my life goes, it is blissfully boring! :) With Matt and Trev off hunting for Bambi's dad next week I get to take a little more time off work and have fun with my girls. Have complete control over the the "royal orb" (the remote), and what movies I would like to watch, and finish them instead of having him too tired to finish it. Don't get me wrong I will miss them both terribly!!! I'm just going to enjoy them being gone! :) I don't even have to spend mass amounts of money while there gone and knowing me, that wouldn't even happen if I spontaneously came into massively large amounts of money any way. I must not be "female" enough in that aspect.
Ok, I really need to stop watching Shane and David crack up Brietta! She's calling them crazy and giggling. I love that noise. So good night, and I will quickly replace this disgusting blog with the Thacker Family photos soon.

Allergic reactions

I am awake, had a nap and am still feeling sleep deprived and sick to my stomach. I always thought that if we were careful that just maybe Trev would only have a reaction every 5 years or more, not every 2 years. For those of you who are not aware Trev is deathly allergic to peanuts. We don't let him consume anything that may even contain trace amounts of any nuts in it. For that matter no one in our immediate family has had any peanuts in about 2 years now. We have epipens with who ever is with him where ever he goes, we have 3 at his school right now in different locations at the school. Both set of grandparents have their own set of epi-pens. So with all the precautions in the world you would think my theory of every 5 years would be probable. Apparently not.
Tuesday morning I woke groggy as usual (I'm not a morning person!) let Trev and Brie watch cartoons, got in the shower to get ready for work. While I was getting breakfast ready, I heard Trev sneeze, so I got him a zyrtec, and went about finishing getting things together for the morning. So like I always I go back to check with him to make sure that he took his Zytrec, and I finally look at him and noticed that his eyes were swollen, and he had hives on his arms, lifted up his shirt and his stomach and back were just large red welts from neck to waste. Then came the next stage, he said he didn't feel good and that he felt like he was going to throw up. So, because this is par for him leading to him having an anaphalitic response to peanuts we call 911. They check him out and tell us that he should be ok to make it into the pediatrician this morning(this is about 7:45 am) So of course I call until their line is open and some one is there to make an appointment, and we get the first one of the day at 9am. So on the drive there he says he doesn't feel good at all and ends up throwing up everything that is in his stomach, which is nothing but bile because he hadn't even had breakfast yet. Trev was excited because we got to see the Dr Renee, shes young and blond, and from the description he remembers her as the "hot Doctor". She gives us a prescription for steroids, gives him another dose of benadryl, and tells us to call back if he throws up again at all, and told us to watch him carefully, because this could still be a reaction to peanuts, from possible trace from Arby's dinner the night before. So I head off to work after getting the prescription and him settled with Matt to watch him. I call home at lunch to ask how he was doing, and Matt said he looked so much better, that the welts and hives were all but gone, and not to worry. I get home, and yes he is all but hive free and is tired and goes to bed really well. We had instructions to keep benadryl in him routinely, so we went in at 10:30 to give him his dose and he is completely swollen up as a welt again and itching like there is no tomorrow. Matt gave him (from Dr's suggestions) a mildly cold bath to help reduce the itching, and he still is just a huge welt. We decided to let him sleep in our room because we are just not sure with how he is going to do the rest of the night. Not much after, he starts vomiting again, and is still itching an hour later. I tried to call the on call doctor for the pediatrics in the area, and no one called back after the page. From the phone call I'm wondering if the system was broke, it didn't sound right. So I then called my insurance companies nurse line because my stomach won't settle down that something just isn't right. After I talk with the nurse, she makes the comment "your intuition" is saying that this needs to be taken care of right away, I would suggest you follow it, especially because his face is swollen.
So 12:30 at night we head off the ER. (I'm starting to wonder if they might consider naming a future wing after him for his asthmatic/allergic reaction trips there!) So they are in the process of doing the triage with the nurse, and next thing we know he is projectile vomiting in her direction. This must not have been her first situation with this because she completely dodged it! She skips the rest, calls housekeeping, gets him a blanket and takes him back to a room. The doctor shows up in his room pretty darn quick! He looks at him given the situation starts saying to his nurse to get "epi", IV benadryl, a steroid, and pepcid. He talks with us and makes sure that we are ok with that, and basically told him yes, please! This is not Trev's first IV, but the last time he had to have an IV was with his first reaction he was about 18 months. He is scared to death of the thing. The nurse said that could do it, and that he was "neato bandito". Trev said it wasn't that bad after and that it didn't hurt as much as his immunizations shots. He had a running thing to give the nurse a high five every time they had to do something new. The nurse even joked with him about the IV "water" going into him, saying this wasn't the normal way we took water. By 4:30am his swelling is down immensely, not gone by any measure, but at least he wasn't slurring his words any more because his tongue was too swollen. So he is still on steroids till tomorrow and now on a higher dose of benadryl round the clock. In fact he is laying on the couch right now not to far away from me because right now he doesn't want to sleep in his own bed. I think he's still kind of nervous. He looks a lot better! So hopefully tonight goes more smoothly, because I have to work again tomorrow and won't have the option to switch sleeping shifts with my husband tomorrow during the day. Coming down to it we are really feeling that there was some trace amount in his food from Arbys, and because he is so sensitive to react, that this is what it was yet again. I hate seeing him so miserable and wish that he didn't have to deal with this. He is such a sweet endearing little boy! So I count my blessings for modern medicines, good family, and having him still in our lives. Even in his prayers tonight he said he was grateful!
So I'm sorry if this is nothing but a huge long ramble. I am still quite sleepy, and hoping tonight goes better!

Baptism

As a current events updates, I now have an 8 year old daughter, and a 6 year old son, and still a 3 year old daughter for another 2 months. :) For other big news, Ali was baptized today. It was a great day! I got to see family and enjoy their company, feed them lots of food, and watch them interact. It was sad in that my sister Karen and her family were not able to come because of sick kids, and my sister Kaylene and her family because quite frankly if they could keep flying every where every 2 months for one family occasion or another I would be worried for them. We were fortunate enough to have my Grandma Carma here. It was very nice to see her, and I think she brought some one with her, that still loves her very much.

On that note, let me side track back to my memories of my baptism. You see I have dimples. They are very prominent when I smile or even slightly smile. I hated my dimples growing up. They brought attention to me when I didn't want be noticed. Around that same time frame I remember watching a movie done by Disney, with a title with something to do with "The girl who spelled Freedom" I could be wrong on the title, not entirely important to the story any way. I remembered when I watched that movie that the mom who had dimples when she smiled with her lips curled in, her dimples didn't show (of course in the movie she was choking back tears of pride at the time....) so in my youth, I decided I didn't want my dimples to show for my baptism pictures. *eye roll* ( I wish I had a scanner to show you how the pictures ended up turning out.) So as my sister Karen tries to coax a real smile out of me unsuccessfully, I kept telling her that I was smiling. Well the pictures ended up looking like I was frowning...and low and behold, BOTH dimples were showing anyways!!!
Then on the road trip back home I ended up doing or saying something mean to my sister Kaylene in the car, and she piped in right away to me "Oh! You already have something to repent for!" Oh dear! If you knew me as a child, you could imagine how quiet and upset I was for the next few hours after that. My poor family!!!