Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Looking back...C meets bat.

From time to time, I randomly scroll through our albums on Snapfish and reminisce.  Today, I found the photos from 2007 of the time that C got hit in the head with the baseball bat.  Obviously, he's okay since this happened almost 4 years ago to the day.  Let me tell you what happened...
B, a few months from turning 7, had played t-ball that summer and on this particularly warm November evening he was outside hitting balls off the tee with his aluminum t-ball bat.  C, a few months from turning 2, was running around the yard.  Their dad was with them and I was cleaning inside the house.  I looked out the backdoor and C was running with his dad hot on his heels.  I had no sooner closed the screen door when I heard a "thwack" followed by a wail.  I opened the screen door again and Barry had C scooped up in his arms heading for the house.  I asked what was wrong and B said, "I hurt my brother!"  Barry sat C down on the table and he had a huge goose egg forming.  I mean HUGE.  I called the pediatrician's office and they told me to take him straight to the ER.  By this time, C is fine, no tears at all.  B, on the other hand, is a complete wreck.  He sobbed the entire 35 minute ride to the hospital.  I called my parents in the event that we were kept overnight for some reason.  Barry's parents were on a plane to Las Vegas, so they didn't find out until the got home.
We got to the hospital and C was being his typical self--running, jumping, climbing.  Barry stayed outside with B until he could get himself together.  We were seen immediately by the triage nurse and then taken to the back.  After being seen by several doctors we were sent for an x-ray and told that he would probably need a CT scan also.  It took me and two nurses to hold him down enough for the x-ray.  The CT scan didn't happen because he was too agitated.  The ER doctors told us that they didn't feel it was necessary since he didn't seem to have any real trauma.  We were sent home several hours later and told to give him Tylenol for pain and to ice it if he would let us.  He didn't let us.  He also didn't let us give him any Tylenol.  It really never seemed to bother him.  Here are the photos.  Caution--they are a little, uh, gross. 

First, let's take a look at C 4 days before this happened.  What a cutie patootie!

These next two are from the night it happened.  I took them as soon as we got home.  It was about 4 hours after it happened. You can seen that the swelling goes from the arch of one eyebrow to the arch of the other eyebrow and how far out the swelling went.

The next two are from 4 days later.  At this point, the swelling was receding and his eyes were turning black.  Yes, they told us that would happen so I wasn't completely freaked out!
Even with his black eyes and bruised head, he was still the cutest little fellow!

I love looking back and periodically I'll share the things that happened to us before I started this blog!  Hopefully the next one won't be so graphic!  We have three sons though, so I'm not making any promises!

Peace and Love, Jen

Monday, November 14, 2011

Taking a Bite

D turned 4 months old on November 11!   I consider this a miracle milestone, since living with three older brothers isn't exactly easy.  Especially when you consider that one of them is almost 3 and has a crazy need to hug her multiple times of day in that typical 3 year old "hug until I tackle you" fashion.  I spend a fair portion of my day saying things like "Easy!  Easy!", "Slow your roll!", "Be gentle!", "She's sleeping!", and "Get off of your sister before you squish her guts out!"  Occasionally, I go for the dramatic effect!
But back to D.  Four months in our family generally marks the introduction of solid foods!  You can read more about introducing solids by clicking here and reading the recommendations of the American Academy of Pediatrics.  We go in this order:  cereals, vegetables, fruits, meats, combinations.  So, D got a bowl of rice ceral for breakfast this morning.  I'll let the pictures tell the story!

D is having a pre-breakfast snack of bib and thumb.  You know to hold her over in the 4 seconds it took for me to snap this picture.  ;-)

After the first bite.  She's looking at me like, "What in the world is this?  And where is my bottle?"

3 bites into it and D still looks like she's trying to decide if this is going to be acceptable or not.  I'm waiting on the princess seal of approval at this point!

And...she likes it!  She really likes it!  And she wants to thank...oh wait.  Wrong speech.  Um...she actually did like it!  Her enthusiasm could probably be best described as "piranha after fresh meat" anytime the spoon would get close to her mouth.
Shout out to best baby feeding helper.  A did a great job...of telling me how gross she looked with cereal on her face.  HA HA!  He was waiting for me to clean her up so that he could give her one of those tackle type hugs I talked about earlier.

Full belly = happy princess!

And so we add another eater to the table!

Peace and Love, Jen

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Great Flood of 2011

If you happen into our home and have a need to use the restroom, you will be greeted by "Lou", a bright, shiny, brand spankin' new toilet.  Why Lou?  You know as in "the loo" as our friends across the pond would say.  We also thought Lou could be short for Louis as in King know since it's the throne?  Hardy har har!  Okay, Ill stop now...maybe.
The title of this post combined by the fact that we have purchased a new toilet has probably led you to believe that our toilet flooded.  And you would be half right.  Let me explain...
A few months ago, A went through a phase where he wanted to throw things into the toilet.  Of course, they were usually things that shouldn't be thrown into a toilet...plastic bathroom cups, toothbrushes, toys.  You name it, we've retrieved it and chucked it.  No, no one was forced to use any of the retrieved toothbrushes.  We're thrifty, you know, not nasty.  This led to my brother-in-law's plumbing snake spending an extended vacation here.  Eventually, he grew out of this phase and things were fairly uneventful...until last week.  During the last few moppings, I noticed that there was water by the toilet.  It was never a lot of water, which led me to believe that someone had missed the toilet, which is a real possibility when you have a herd of boys using the potty.  Last week, however, I mopped by the toilet and a piece of the caulk from around the toilet came off.  I didn't think much of it.  Caulk doesn't hold the water in, right?  Wrong, at least on our toilet.  A few hours later, I walked in and found a puddle of water around the toilet.  I cleaned it up and then put a towel down to catch the water.  I made a trip the next morning, Saturday, to Home Depot to buy a new wax ring.
As soon as I got D down for a nap, Barry and started disassembling the toilet, which was no easy feat!  We got down to the ring and discovered that it was a rubber gasket, not wax, under the toilet.  And it was so worn that it was about the consistency of Silly Putty.  Silly Putty is fun to play with and yet not so awesome to hold in waste water.  Or maybe keep out waste water?  Whatever that thing does, it was not doing it well.  New bolts placed, new ring set, toilet put on--check, check and check!  I hear something coming from the kitchen.  It sounds like something frying.  But we aren't frying anything.  And here's where half of the great flood comes in.  I groan just thinking about it.  Before we had started on the toilet, I put a bag of frozen spinach into a bit of water in the sink to thaw.  At some point, A had turned the faucet on.  The sink overflowed onto the floor.  Yes, he was unsupervised for a few seconds.  He had spent most of the time we were working on the toilet sitting in the bathroom.  I suppose he did it as soon as I left the kitchen because when I turned the water off there was about 1/4 inch of standing water in the kitchen.  Possibly even more than that.  It's not like I broke out my ruler or anything.  I'm cleaning the water up when Barry calls me back to the bathroom.  Apparently, when we set the toilet, one of the new bolts moved out of the slot.  So we take the toilet back off, fix the bolts and re-seat the toilet.  I go back to cleaning up the water in the kitchen and finally get that taken care of.  Let me just interject at this point that we have never once taken on a project in this home that was easy, even if it should have been easy.  And while I prayed that we'd hit all the hiccups we were going to hit, it was not to be.  It was at this point that water started seeping under the wall between the kitchen and the hallway.  I cleaned that up and then cleaned it up again.  And again.  And maybe one more again.  There was a LOT of water.
Barry finished up the toilet with B's help and I fixed dinner.  We ate and I got ready to bathe the children.  I noticed that there was water around the toilet.  Barry told me that it was probably just water left on the floor and that he would clean it up.  We went to bed that night thinking that the toilet was A-OK.  HA HA HA HA HA!
But it wasn't.  I'm going to keep the rest of this pretty short and sweet since it mostly consists of trips to HD to get stuff that didn't work.  Sunday's trip was for a new tank to bowl gasket.  It was a universal round and we needed a hexagonal gasket.  Monday's trip was for a hexagonal gasket that ended up being too small.  Tuesday's trip was for an appropriately sized hexagonal gasket, which they don't make any more.  Wednesday, we bit the bullet and bought a new toilet.  During the install of the new toilet, we noticed that the manufacture date of the old toilet was June 14, 1979.  I wasn't even a year old then!  Keep in mind that Barry was working during the day and the stopping for supplies on the way home.  He'd eat dinner and then work on the toilet, because he is awesome like that.  Otherwise, this saga wouldn't have taken days. 
As it wore on, our carpet took on more and more water, even though we tried to stay on top of the issue.  It was never a lot of water that leaked out, but cumulatively it was enough.  The carpet just got wetter and wetter and no amount of cleaning and Shop-Vaccing (I totally just used that as a verb!) made any difference.  We had hoped to let it dry, but it ain't happening.  It probably would, eventually, but seriously, if I stepped in water one more time, my head would have probably started spinning and a young priest and an old priest would have been called.  It wasn't pretty, people. 
Soooooo...long story short, Lou is now gracing us with his presence and we have no bedroom carpet.  I'm not sure what I want to put in there because I had not planned on removing the carpet.  So for now, the floors are "nekkid" and probably will be for a while.  That is just super-fantastic since winter is coming!   At this point though, not stepping in water is the most super-fantasticest thing ever.  Remind me of that when my feet are freezing in a few weeks!
By the way, Lou is an Aqua Source toilet with Water Sense to cut down on water usage and is considered to be of comfort height at a 16" seat height.  He was under $100 at Lowes and came with everything you need for install.  And we kinda love him.  Or at least like him a lot.  Every time one of us walks out of the bathroom, we say, "That's a nice toilet."  It's the little things, you know.

Peace and Love, Jen