Bee Stings & Birthfathers

While out playing in the pool today, my poor little kiddo was stung by a bee/wasp for the very first time in his life! Now I’ll preface this by saying that my kid has a freakishly high pain tolerance, so when he starts screaming in that make-every-mom-for-a-mile turn-her-head-to-look voice, I know something is wrong.  Daddy scooped him up and brought him inside still not sure why the terrified look and grasping at the sides of his head.  We set him up on the counter, through tears and whimpers he told us a big bug hurt his ear.   We looked behind his already red swelling ear and sure enough a perfect little hole where a stinger had been.

As we often do, the hubs and I kicked into team work mode, he mixed childrens benadryl and Motrin into some chocolate milk, I cleaned the ear, coated it with benadryl cream and started an ice pack, all the while changing J out of his pool clothes.  Within 5 minutes we had a dry kid who was no longer wailing but definitely hurting and as the ear swelled it occurred to me…this kid was adopted, I have no clue if he’s seriously allergic to bee stings.  J’s birthfather is unknown and without that medical history and I was glad to live only a minute from a hospital with a shiny new emergency room.

Thankfully, as I’m quite allergic to bee stings myself, we knew exactly what to do and snapped right into action.  As a mom there’s nothing worse than seeing your kid hurt, nothing that makes you feel quite so proud as seeing them tough it out and return to smiles, and as an adoptive mom nothing more terrifying than not knowing if a mushroom, bee sting, or strawberry could send your baby to the hospital.

Love, Love, Love…

I’m a blog junkie, in fact it’s part of my morning routine…instead of sitting down to the morning paper I have a Google Feed Reader plump with blog posts just waiting for me!  Reading all those blogs I come across a million “must have” items from bloggers, most of which cost so much that this midwest mama starts to hyperventilate.

Freedom & a 9/11 Birthday

9/11 is my birthday.  While I post a great deal of ditzy things on this blog, some about things that grow on milk left under carseats and getting kicked out of moms groups,  my patriotism is something I take very seriously.

There is great discussion this morning about remembering where you were, what you were doing on the morning of 9/11, aside from my run to buy gas as we watched the prices soar here is what I remember:

My Paris

For the last week my son has been wandering around the house sounding like Paris Hilton. 

Mortified Mama Monday

This week’s Mortified Mama Monday is brought to you by my very embarrasing husband.   After all what are husbands good for other than opening jars, duct taping things that are broken, and mowing lawns?

Here Come the Not So Newlyweds

I have loved the ABC reality series “Here Come The Newlyweds.” The entire premise of the show is to test newlywed couples to see how well they know each other, how well they communicate and work as a team.
Even though the show is designed for newlyweds it’s been fun for us to watch and play along. Tonight as Techie and I watched the season finally we decided that even as newlyweds we would have kicked some serious butt!

Hey Hey Hey GOODBYE!

I actually managed to go an entire week without humiliating myself so no Mortified Mama Monday today.  The craziness of the week has probably saved me from utter embarrassment.  On the downside, the craziness of this week has given me a deep and dark craving for sugar, and hot baths, and a vacation in Tahiti.About a month ago Techie and I hired a nanny to care for Chibby in our home three days a week so that I could help with an upcoming project.  I interviewed several nannies, did background checks, and hired a young, atheltic, and well spoken nanny.  She came highly recommended and was working several other days a week for a pair of doctors taking care of their three children.  My one sweet baby should have been a breeze. Being a proud stay-at-home mom of 18 months it was exceedingly difficult for me to leave my precious baby with someone else, but I did it.  About a week after we started leaving him with the nanny I started noticing little “behaviors” popping up.  All of the sudden there are fits about things there weren’t before and everything felt disjointed.  I gave the nanny a schedule and showed her how we feed Chib and put him to sleep.  All the while a voice inside was telling me to fire her.Friday, I came home to find my sons in shambles.  For the first hour that I was home it was disaster.  I decided to give Chibby a snack thinking that I was up against a cranky-butt-low-blood-sugar-meltdown.  I was half right.  I sat him down with some popcorn and he ate like he hadn’t been fed all day. I checked the refrigerator where I’d left a lasagna for the nanny to heat up for Chibby’s lunch.  Missing from the lasagna was the tiniest square.  Apparently our health obsessed anorexic nanny decided that a 1″ inch serving of lasagna was enough for an extremely active toddler’s lunch. As he finished up his snack and I swear a half gallon of milk, he promptly passed out on the couch….at 4:30.  Moms: does that sound like a child who supposably had a 2 hour nap at 11:30?  No way.  Rule #1 of Toddler Care: Dont’ screw with the schedule.  Toddlers need naps, even if you have trouble getting them to sleep, they need naps like they need oxygen.  Donald Trump couldn’t say it any better.  SHE’S FIRED.Are there more qualified nannies out there?  Sure.  I’ll probably hire someone to come in one day a week so I can still be of some help to Techie and his project but any work that I do in the future will be at home, with my son.  I am stay-at-home mama through and through.  No one is more qualified to take care of my son than I am. For Techie & I if that means living on a tight budget and working our tails off during naps and after the baby goes to bed than that’s what we’ll do. I have nothing but respect for the many mama’s who work outside the home.  I have no idea how they do it.   As for Chibby, he pigged out two days in a row and this morning he clinged anxiously to me until the nanny failed to arrive, then his beautiful blue eyes lit up like they haven’t in weeks. Mine too. 

Inlaw perfection…

I’m afraid perfectionism has gotten the better of me so I won’t be posting pictures of Chibby’s new big boy camping/cabin/bear themed room yet.  I’m still waiting on a couple posters I won on ebay to arrive. I want everything to be just perfect so the cuteness will have to wait.  Until the UPS guy gets here I have plenty of distraction though. 

Yipee it’s Mortified Mama Monday

Don’t you just love Mondays? Especially when it’s:

Saturday, I stopped at the gas station to fill up the van.  Chib was in the back being a grumpus because he didn’t want to be strapped into the car seat.  No one else ever has that problem right?  So I start the gas pumping and peer into the tinted window.  Chibby laughs because peeking is always very funny. 

Hangover mama

Vegas + Jet Lag + Hangover = too tired to post.

 See you tomorrow, I promise.