Month: February 2014

Boring #MSMommy Update…Yay!

After some time, I am finally taking the steps to fight my MS as I restart my weekly Avonex shots. I have a terrible habit of taking “Holidays” from all the doctors appointments, shots and IVs, all of that crap. Because when I was first diagnosed I was the dream patient. I did whatever the doctor instructed me to do. After all, he or she had spent a lot of time and money on getting the knowledge that they have. Blah blah blah.roberteyerollI was a good obedient patient but after years of being poked and prodded,  the hours I spent reading old magazines in waiting rooms, I have endured countless painful and fruitless procedures, I finally had my epiphany. It’s my body and It’s my life.

bikram-yoga-bow-pulling-poseBlessed? Lucky? I’m not sure but my disease has been very stable the past 8 years, so much so that I was able to move out-of-state twice, meet Mr. Sexy Pants, have a wonderful baby, and move back home. I refuse to let my illness stop me. Been there. Done all of that. If you are newly diagnosed reading this, please know that your life isn’t over with the diagnosis.

There is a lot to be said about diet and exercise. I’m not gonna say it here but there’s a lot.

Food Log

The Journey (thus far):

  • Boiled Carrots – (Mashed & Puree) Fail
  • Steamed Carrots – I burned the pot when I let the water boil away. Redo with proper steamer.
    Fail

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    Likes the Ice Cream?

  • Microwaved Steamed Carrots – Somewhat successful. However with every bite she took, a look of disgust crept on her face as she forced it down. I felt really bad so she ended up with Chicken & Pasta (Damn You Gerber!)
     Fail 
  • Pears – (Both Ripe & Cooked) Fail
  • Mashed Banana Fail
  • Ice Cream! Fail
  • Mashed Potatoes Fail
  • Peas – Steamed & Partially Boiled* Fail
  • Chocolate Cake – Fail
  • French Fries – Yeah-I’m-Getting-Desperate Fail

There is much more to add to the list including Cheerios, infant puffs, infant yogurt melts, any juice, and even water. She eats select Gerber, cow’s milk and sometimes nibbles on Gerber’s Arrowroot Cookies [but never intentional ingested].

Moments before the lid and the impending eruption

Moments before the lid and the impending eruption

*Partially boiled because : too much heat + too much water = boiling water up into my colander and all over the stove. Gotcha! Lesson learned.

I realize that partly to blame for my failures, if you have noticed, is brought on by my inability to prepare anything near or around a stove. We can call my condition Culinoma; side effects include: wasted groceries and a hungry cranky husband. Life would be simpler if I could just afford that personal chef I keep daydreaming about.

 

 

The things I never expected #firsttimemom

  •  so much gas from such a tiny creature. Simply amazing!
  • that our first discovery of our hands was truly magnificent.
  • to have so many nibbled-on cookies/crackers/cheerios or chewed on wooden refrigerator magnets painted in China in all nooks and crannies of the living space
  • clean diaper caches strategically located throughout the apartment because I never know when I will finally tackle the little one to change her diaper
  • to constantly be thinking of someone else’s bowel movements
  • to hate a piece of plastic, a.k.a. The  Binky (pacifier). When one of those things are around they are all around (my daughter currently has 3). They are constantly being kicked and stumbled on or sat on, but when I need one they are no where!
  • I never expected TIME to go this FAST!

Eek! The things I worry about #msmommy

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1. I tend to have a somewhat twisted sense of humor. I think pictures like this are awesome! However, as a promise to Mamaw I will try my best to refrain from embarrassing my child. Even though, the kid in this picture shouldn’t be embarrassed. He’s cool as shit.

2. My inability to teach the Peanut how to drink from a cup. I’m afraid she will be doomed to a life of straws and for this I am sorry.

3. My experience as a baby-sitter has me teaching a toddler how to say, “Fat F@%Ker”. (It was adorable! He would say, “Bat Buckaah.”) I realize now that this was maybe wrong for me to have done.

4. I am not sure if all toddlers break for the door every time it opens but I’m definitely getting a sense that she is trying to escape. I promise myself (and her) that spring is coming and she is gonna LOVE the swings when we hit the park for the first time.

Cousin Adam on swing for the first time

Cousin Adam on swing for the first time

5. I am also starting to think that all toddlers walk around with some sort of head injury. It would explain a lot. The constant stumbling around and bumping into things. Sure they are still new to walking but when, as a society, are we going to take notice of this ever-present concussive population.

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Dizzy yet?

5. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Okay now that I really think about this, I’m starting to wonder; Could this be a side effect to the concussions? Or is it something more like my daughter’s secret desire to be Wonder Woman and if that’s the case. Rock On! I gotta get on to making the costume. DIY Fun!!

6. The little one’s OBSESSION with anything Daniel Tiger and/or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Yes I admit that I let my daughter watch a little T.V. here and there. I don’t think I could live without Daniel Tiger. How would I get anything done?!

7. The Munchkin is 14 months old now and she refuses to eat anything that isn’t puree. I am in a state of constant worry that she isn’t getting her nutrition to the point where I’m starting to feel bad for taking her off of formula. However, Dr. Baby Whisperer says to keep tyradoing what I’m doing. On a happier note she has begun to slightly munch on a specific cookie made by Gerber (bastards!) and she is touching food (but only if its dry). Whatever Works!

#lettingItGo

* I no longer worry that my walking will influence hers. Human beings are hard-wired to walk. I believe that this particular skill isn’t learned through observation. I don’t know what I was thinking other than being self-conscious.

The Munchkin Reading

This Book is a Thriller!

* I no longer care when Mamaw (a.k.a. The Best Mom on the Planet) refers to the Munchkin as “her baby”. She is too wonderful not to share.

Top 10 Ways I Am A “Bad” Mother

I Love this blog and this woman.

A Game of Diapers

Let’s face it, no one is perfect at anything, especially parenting.  In my opinion it is not about right and wrong, just finding our own ways to get to the same destination. As a full-time working mom of three under three (including twins) things don’t always go according to plan.

So here are the things that make me a bad mother. Feel free to add your own in the comments section, it feels good to confess.

10. I have to hold in the laughter when I hear my kids swearing.  Personally, I don’t care that much about minor swear words, in fact, I actually find it cute when my son says “what the hell?” in his little three year old voice.  But I know, I know, it’s not funny to swear, tee hee hee. 

9. I have bribed my children.  I have probably spend hundreds of dollars buying chocolate milk for…

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My quest to feed a picky eater

I have been wanting to make my own baby food for sometime to save money and to further my quest in getting the little one to eat something more than puree baby food. I’m using carrots because this is one of the culprit’s favorites. Here goes nothing:

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My carrot mash was ready. My first attempt did not go very well. The carrots were way too lumpy for the Munchkin and she actually started to gag without having had tried any of it. I am gonna have to keep an eye out for her and her ‘acting’.

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Yea she hates it.

My Second attempt yielded a much smoother texture. I added more water and blended for a few more seconds but that too was also a no go. At this point however she was over all of it, she even refused her all time favorite – sweet potato. We pressed the reset button with playtime and waited about an hour to try again with dinner. She ate 4 oz. of Gerber puree sweet potatoes.

Fail.

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That’s alright. I will keep trying! She will be interested someday.

The 12 month check up

shrugYesterday was the kind of day that you dread and worry about but then when it finally does happen, it turns out to not be so bad.

The last doctor’s appointment for the Munchkin’s shots was rescheduled due to the fact that on that particular day last month it was a freaky minus 5 degrees outside. Being that I am from THE SOUTH I, myself, am not acclimatized for such ridiculous-ness, therefore I wasn’t going to take my daughter out in that either. The Munchkin’s father, Mr. Sexy Pants, being from Iowa, thinks I’m being cute or silly but no in my mind it was some sort of apocalyptic ice age outside. We needed to stay indoors while we had electricity. These decisions were based in survival.

So the rescheduled doctor’s appointment arrived and Lenna knew what was up the moment we hit the waiting room. Thank God I’ve been blessed with the best mom on the planet, She swooped in and saved the day as all Mamaw’s should. [Ma-maw is southern twang for grandmother]. She was there the whole time to calm and soothe the terrorized naked baby. My heart goes out to all the parents who have to take their children to the doctor’s office. But don’t worry expectant parents, it is not that bad.

Lenna’s doctor was kind and gentle with her. She remained safe and cozy in my lap as the baby doctor kneeled in front of her and offered her stethoscope, all while keeping her voice low and not making eye contact. She was a master at distraction while checking the little one’s spine, tummy and eyes. She left the exam leaving behind a quiet almost asleep child in her mother’s arms and assuring me that my little one will only have to endure three shots today.

babycryFast forward to the crazy eyed nurse who busts open the exam room asking to lay the child on the table and proceeds to give four shots to my little one’s perfect little legs. Both Mommy and Mamaw were constantly reassuring the Munchkin that the pain will only last a little while and we are not trying to kill her. I’m not quite sure she understood.

After the 30 seconds of terror passed; a good hug and her Binky was all she needed and she was back to normal and ready to go.

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Super Baby!