Too Easy

Today my Father-in-Law observed a day in the life... not really even a day, just a couple of hours, but including a public vomit by the 4 year old and fit by the 11 month old. Since I managed to retain my diginity and decency in both situations, he remarked how vast the job of the Mom is. Indeed janitor - jailer while we grin and bear it and and the only reason why it works...their faces just make it too easy to do anything otherwise.

p.s. double click the photo of T if you are having trouble imagining that he actually does have hair.

First Steps

It's official...there have been some other attempts, but these are the first four in a row! Bug and T chose Sundays to make their move, so we had the camera handy! Tim is just a day over 11 months and we consider this a major milestone considering his start in life! Yay for Tim and hooray for our camera man Bug.

Tagged...

Have you been "tagged"? If not and you're reading this, consider it done and begin by cutting and pasting my blog into your own "New Post", delete my answers and fill in your own. Officially the game goes like this:

1. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end, the player tags others and posts their names. Then goes to their blog and posts them a comment to let them know they've been tagged and asks them to read your blog to find out the details.

1. What I was doing 10 years ago: Almost exactly what I'm doing now, recovering from a major illness this time surgery, then: mono. Go to my friend Merrilee's blog to read just a shade more about how Rexburg gave me and others the dreaded disease.

2. Five things on my to-do list today: My to-do list is so boring. Play with the kids, gargle, find a swimsuit, do something with the cute tomato plants, and laundry.

3. If I were a billionaire I would: have loads of fun (and lobby to end tonsillectomies for adults). I'm sure some important financial stuff and philanthropic donations, but definitely lots of fun!

4. Bad habit: There are many, but for the sake of brevity, late night t.v.!!!

5. Five places I've lived: Texas, MD/VA, Washington, New York, Georgia

6. Five jobs I've had: lifeguard, nanny, admin, analyst (I like Merrilee's definition: WDC title for girl who does whatever she's told!), and the crowning achievement - mediocre mom desperately trying to raise good boys.


That's it. If you've read it, you should post about it. I'll be checking around.

One week and counting...

In case you feel like reading an update on my condition, I am one week and a day without food and counting. (That's right and no you don't lose as much weight as you would hope). I had my first bite of ice cream yesterday, I've been to the ER once because I was so hyped up and dehydrated that I literally needed to be put down (thank heaven's for morphine and not so thankful for dehydrated veins and the pokey nurse). The genius dr told me yesterday, "well of course someone of your (and I quote) advanced age is going to have some trouble. It can take 3-4 weeks to heal." You've GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! Don't you think that would have been helpful information BEFORE you took them out and gave me the paper encouraging me to have a first week's diet of macaroni & cheese and ice cream -- which of course is absurd since I spent the first three days barely able to swallow WATER!!!!! We are still living at my parent's house because I can't take care of myself and the kids (isn't that an outrage that Dr's actually think it's okay to do this kind of surgery?) and consume 1 TBSP of hydrocodone every 4-6 hours. I'm thinking that by Sunday we might wander back to our own home if I can tolerate the pain on tylenol alone. (Lynn, I may try the honey). Hopefully this is the last medical update you'll have to hear about - except the one where I'm asking what my first FABULOUS meal should be (trust me - everything looks delicious at this point)!

I want my tonsils back!

Okay, In the same week, as only a self-loathing goof could do, I scheduled Tim's tubes, an unscheduled visit for some dermabond to the eyebrow after he fell into the Entertainment Center, and my own tonsillectomy. Now, nearly 12 hours later, all I can say is...I WANT MY TONSILS BACK! The glory of the ice cream/soft foods diet is not even realized as I'm still so sore that drinking water is a challenge. If you have any info (even non-expert) info, please share. I'm HATING the hydrocodone they gave me, but the Tylenol sore throat just isn't powerful enough. Some stupid lollipop (tetracaine?) made my whole mouth EXCEPT the painful swallowing part, numb. I HATE THE ENT (no offense Lynn) and also the anesthetist (no offense Matt & Jen) and the internet which misled me into believing it would be alright.

In other news: Merrilee, shout out to you as you begin your super 40 mile walk for the cure this weekend! We're with you in heart.