Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Miles Update

I know I haven't been the best at posting lately. We have a lot going on. So here is a quick update on what we've been up to:

Miles is sick AGAIN!! He had a 103 temp on Sunday and a 104 on Monday prompting me to take him in to the doctor, which prompted his fever to go away precisely at the moment I paid the $20 co-pay. It's just a virus. Apparently the charge for that diagnosis is exactly $20 as of late.

Outside of being sick, Miles started his swim lessons last weekend. He didn't take to the class all that well, which is typical for him doing anything structured for the first time, but the pool time afterward was a huge hit. If it wasn't for the cold, we were planning a play date there this week.

He is doing really well with potty training. We can't complain. He goes in the potty almost all the time except at night. He can take off his own pull-up now to go and most of the time you don't know he's gone until he comes out yelling "I did it!!" He has also been asking if he can go when we are out running errands. We are very happy with all his progress, even though we figure being fully trained, meaning at night as well, is still a while away. Most days he gets to wear big boy underwear, but I have had him a pull-up again since he got sick......just in case. He's such a big boy now.

Miles has improved greatly with his speech. His articulation is still poor, or at least not where we'd want it to be, but he uses complete sentences most of the time and is trying really hard. His speech has been cut down to 2 times a week for the summer, but will pick up again in the fall.

As far as his ears, he gets his CAT scan in a month to see if he is a candidate in either ear for atresia repair. I can't believe he is 2.5 already and that his surgeries could start in less than a year. It seems like just yesterday we were finding out about our options and wishing they weren't so far away. Now we can't manage to slow time down.

Lastly, we finally committed to buying a house here. We close in less than 10 days. I won't post any pictures though, just until everything is finally. We are moving right across the street to a house just like ours except with a 3 car garage instead of 2 and without a pool. But inside it is exactly the same. So at least we know where everything goes already. We got an amazing deal that we couldn't pass up, so it looks like we're staying in Florida for awhile. Thank goodness for air-conditioning and indoor climate control.


3 Year Old Tells All

Here's one more favorite:

A 3-year-old tells all from his mother's restroom stall.
By Shannon Popkin

My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're in the library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There've been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this more than last week at Costco.

Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:

'Mommy, are you gonna go potty?
Oh! Why are you putting toiwet paper on the potty, Mommy?
Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now?
Mommy, what are you doing?
Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?'

At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity. Cade continued:

'Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you?
Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy!
Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty?
Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy!
Oh ... Mommy! I'm trying to see In dere.
Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna get some
candy!'

I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, 'Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!'

'No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies.
Oh! Mommy!'

He started to gag at this point.

'Uh - oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up.
Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!!
Dat is so gross!!'

As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.

'Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going
stinkies! Get up! Get up!'

He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.

'Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy?
You wooking under da door?
What were you wooking at?
Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?'

More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.

'Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.'

He started pounding on the door.

'Mommy, don't you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!'

I saw that my 'wait 'em out' plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, 'Where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy?' But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.

(Shannon Popkin is a freelance writer and mother of three. She lives with her family in Grand Rapids , Michigan , where she no longer uses public restrooms)

It's Time For Some Campaignin'!

Love this one, had to share:






Here are the lyrics for those who can't see the video:

George Bush:
Come gather ‘round Dick,Condi, Scooter and Rove,
It’s time to get packin’ we must hit the road!
There’s war and recession and bad mortgage loans,
Cheney:
And our legacy needs savin’!
Bush:
So forget he’s a jackass who’s liberally prone,
All:
Oh, it’s time for some campaignin’

Hillary Clinton:
Old party friends time to say “au revoir’
We failed to extinguish Barack’s rising star!
Bill Clinton:
You were so close my darlin’,
Alas, no cigar…
All:
And now their tune is changin’!
Hillary:
I’ll be back in four years,
Heck it ain’t all that far!
All:
Oh, it’s time for some campaignin’

McCain:
Gather conservatives lend me a hand,
Unless you want this liberal wuss in command!
I spent years in a rat whole,
In North Vietanam!
All:
Now the Jihad needs containin’!
McCain:
So forget my skin cancer and swollen left gland,
All:
Oh, it’s time for some campaignin’!

Barack:
Gosh I’m so tired of divisive exchange,
And I got one or two things to say about change,
Like the change we must change
To the change we hold dear
I really like change
Have I made myself clear?
Hillary and McCain:
So he’ll talk about change till you’re deaf in the ear!
Barack and McCain:
Oh, it’s time for some campaignin’!

All:
Citizens gather from both far and near,
For a ritual we practice every four years
When we promise you anything you want to hear
To win the crown we’re chasin’
We spend billions of dollars to make our points clear,
To get you to step up and cast your vote here
Then we spin you around and poke you in the rear!
Oh, it’s time for some campaigin’!
Yes, it’s time for some campaignin’!