When it's just too quiet...

...and you smell something coming from the bedroom...

Gender Sterotyping

A while back I bought Sam some Pj's.  The girl one's at the store all looked very uncomfortable (lots of lace and stiff fabrics).  I checked the boy's section and scored two sets of PJ's that are currently her favorites.

Odd thing is, if we ever have a son and he wants to wear the Tinkerbell one's, we'll tell him those are only for girls...is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Strike a pose!

Organizing Tick

A friend came over and showed how she'd organized her office.  I was really impressed.  Mainly because my current system looked like this:

The top right picture was stuff taken out of our hideous and enormous filing cabinet.

She introduced me to this lady's system and I was off! 

I filled up our recycling bin, sent Jeremy off with a box of things to shred and a few days later I was left with this:

Orange planner for our schedules, coupon box to keep receipts, filing box to empty out every fiscal year, two magazine files for odds and ends, and box for our taxes.

And the blue box is only 3/4 full!  SO awesome, SO easy now and we actually have a spare bedroom that isn't horribly embarrassing.

Toddler Migraines

Yesterday from 6pm-on was a complete blur.  I was at Super Saver with Samantha and just as I was getting into line to check out she got a weird look on her face, said she didn't feel well, started to sweat profusely (in the middle of a very chilly supermarket), buried her head in my chest as she sat in the shopping cart and refused to open her eyes... for the next 10 hours.  I was scared as I knew what was coming- 6-8 hrs of puking and lots and lots of laundry while I sat around and waited for the horror of watching my child writhe in pain pass. But what was really scary, was that this was first time that she was able to articulate what was happening to her.

I called Jer as I drove the short distance home and he made a "nest" for her on the couch.  It's really sad that even though this has only happened 3 times in the past year, he still knew the drill: couch covered in towels, lots of rags handy, tupperware for the puke, all lights out and TV ready.  This time she requested an icepack too- for her face. 

She didn't move from this position for 8 hours

I sat with her the whole time, holding her hand, blowing on her sweaty head and asking her to tell me where it hurt.  She just insisted that it was her face.  As the night wore on she'd whisper "I love you mommy" and around 10pm after she puked she smiled under the icepack and whispered, "It's getting better mommy!"

Around 10 hours in I was getting worried as she still was not done puking.  When these episodes stop it's literally like a light is switched and she's bouncing off the walls, making up for lost time.  Finally at 5 am she woke up screaming and demanding yogurt (pretty typical these days) and opened her eyes.  As she did so she stopped, looked at me and squealed, "Mommy! I'm all better now!"  She proceeded to CHUG tons of water and wolf down some saltines (I was way too sleep deprived to fight the whole ease-into-food-and-drink routine) and she puked it alllll up.  This is where Jeremy took over.  He was able to nurse her stomach back to working capacity and allowed me to get some uninterrupted sleep.
When I woke up I talked to Sam about her headache.  I asked why she wouldn't open her eyes (the only question she wouldn't answer during the episode itself).  She stopped and furrowed her brow, "Everything was green.  My whole face was green.*" she said.

After reporting all of this to our amazing nurse practitioner, Kathy Carter, she confirmed my suspicions- classic migraines.  Not too surprising, though, as I grew up with my dad puking from migraines and I still get some now and again that will block out my vision for a few hours. What really made my stomach churn was realizing that my poor baby has been experiencing migrains since she was tree-months-old.

I was quite relieved when she told me there was no need to schedule any MRI or further testing since the migraines only happen very rarely now and she's perfectly fine in between them. The next step is to see if we can curb the nausea during the migraines with some zofran which would allow her to keep down some Ibuprofen for the pain and loooots of Gatorade to keep her hydrated.  (Sam has a bladder the size of a walnut.  If she drinks a tsp of water, a 1/4 cup will come out.  She's ALWAYS peeing.  During the migraine she didn't pee for 9 hours despite us allowing her to sip some fluids).

Anyway, she's pretty excited to drink "Daddy's sick-juice" (Gatorade) the next time she has a migraine. She tried the whole "my head hurts" routine to get some today, but she couldn't keep a straight face and I was able to trick her into opening her eyes while she was playing sick.

So, I'm glad we have some answers now, something to do when another one comes around again and a child with the ability to communicate when a migraine is coming.  Now to figure out the trigger...**

*Kathy said she's getting an "aura" before her migraines
**Current theory is sinus infections.  That's the only constant that we can think of that she's had every time she's gotten a migraine- at least a week of heavy duty sinus gunk

Father's Day Cards

For a while now I've wanted to start creating our own cards instead of buying them.  I've wanted to do this for two reasons:
1) Store bought ones add-up (I tried the whole- buy-them-when-they-are-cheap but I can never find or forget I have them)
2) I believe that anything Hallmark can make, we can make better.
So on Father's Day we started the tradition:

 

See close-up here

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It says "Papa, you rule!"

Sam also busted out her name while "Signing" the cards.  

I forgot to take a picture of grandad's, but this was his.

Amanda's b-day is next and it involves the Tardis and some angels...we'll see how it turns out!

Go Dog Go!

My favorite line "The red is light now!"  She says that every time.

Annual Time Warp

I forgot to have them look at each other this year...oh well!

Any bets as to how old she'll be before he can't hold her anymore?