I had to call them last week. In the midst of medicating Emma with Motrin I ran upstairs to change linens and came back down to Landon trying to medicate himself with the same syringe. And from the bottle that I left open. (I KNOW. Bad mom.) I thought he drank a 1/4 of the bottle or so. I called our "family doctor" who said, "LACEY! What were you doing!" I heard "liver damage" and "heart failure" and "coma" (okay, I'm exagerating a bit about his reaction) and then he told me to call Posion Control right away. I did. They were so nice. And promised me they weren't going to call the police. Or CPS. Or report me to the news. She told me he'd have a tummy ache and needed fluids. She offered me a magnet. And she even called me back to tell me she ran some figures wrong, that he would still be fine, and that she wanted our "family doctor" to be advised. For sure I said ;)
ps- I did panic. I did start to cry a bit. I did ask Tanner why he stood and watched him. And we did have a family meeting on the dangers of medicine.
12/22/2008
12/19/2008
Santa 2008
Yes, he's under there, Santa that is. And I really think we look like rag-a-muffins. It was a solo mom event at the Ward Christmas Party.A baby changes everything.
It's been pukey over here. I know that's gross. I found myself falling into bed last night, having stripped a bed for the 3rd time in a day, and thought, "Please. Let there be no more." I can manage being the all-night beverage station. (And it's not even for the baby, who is no longer nursing.) Just let the sickness pass.
I was trying to finish up teacher gifts and fold laundry. I had to help a friend with invitations and I have had huge hopes to have a family Polar Express Party. (It would have been fun). We heard that we did not get our Allergy Specialty spot in San Antonio. It's okay, life just seems to continuaully throw us along the route of what's eternally next around that bend. To say the least, I have been a little discouraged. I won't even mention what the Air Force did to our much anticipated bonus.
My fridge has never been so empty. I need to get to the store. I was asked to re-pray at a relief society function for forgetting to bless the brownie bites, it made me feel akward, and then I made a lousy soup last week. For dinner guests. I guess we all need a little humbling sometimes.
But, as I was finishing up late last night, there was a Faith Hill holiday musical special on. I had not even known it was going to air. She sang this song "A baby changes everything." (#1 on my music roll.) I cannot imagine how Mary felt carrying the Christchild. I know my babies have changed everything in my world. Her baby changed everything for all mankind. I know He knows what we are each feeling. I know He sees what we need. I know He loves us. I paused for a moment and just felt gratitude. Gratitude that my husband can bless our children to feel better. And even more gratitude. For Mary's baby. The Wonderful, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Counselor, The Prince of Peace.
12/10/2008
My late thanks
I meant to mention some things I am grateful for.
1. First, but not really first on my list, Amy Grant. I mean, come on, I love her Christmas music. I remember my mom used to play her tape when we were little. I believe that was probably what sparked my love for worship music. (I still love #4 on my playlist, and I know, you can push pause, it won't hurt my feelings too badly.)
2. Flannel sheets. I needed a set. I sneaked them on the bed becuase I heard from a sister that they are "sweaty and awful". I thought my husband would say the same thing. But he likes them too, even though he feels a "bit" hotter at night. I love them as much as I hoped I would. Whatever sista.
3. I'm feeling love for Major Stevenson. (I think a little brown-nosing can't hurt). She is in charge of our placement for the next 3 years. I hope for our first choice. She makes the decision. I'm grateful for your service Major Stevenson. She asked what we thought about Alaska. Well, not that west, I said. Respectfully of course.
4. The above leads me to ....that even though the doctor probably won't get the specialty Allergy spot in San Antonio this fall (it's a rank thing) he still has employment. And he'll be a board certified internist in 5 months. He has worked so hard and finds jobs all over the place and wants us to be happy. I never thought I could have gotten such a thing as him.
5. That somehow, even though I really failed this past Monday, and surely can not claim "Mom of the Year"- my kids forgot about my misses the next day. They forgive me so easily. That baby Jacks of mine can't take his eyes off me as I run around the house. He loves me a lot.
(The others have those moments for me. But mostly they love there dad more.)
6. I am grateful that I don't have to eat hot dogs everyday. We participated in "The Great American Hot Dog Challenge" recently. We had to taste test 20 hot dogs and figure out which was the best. I personally buy Ballpark. By taste test number 10 I tapped out. I have no idea which hot dog won. I'll keep buying Ballpark. I think we should try this challenge with popcorn, or ice cream, maybe pizza?- just never again hot dogs. Never. I also think everybody needs some friends that scheme crazy stuff up like this.
7. It seems everyday I stop and look around and think in awe that I have 4 kids and I can't believe I am here- in this moment. Like, how DID this happen? I know HOW. But, where has my life gone? I've been so blessed. I'm healthy. I have common sense. I have a husband that honors me. I have comforts and safety in my home. I have the gospel and prayer and faith. I have hope for better. I have good friends that are generous to me. I have sisters and family that love me deep. I have purpose in my calling as a mother.
1. First, but not really first on my list, Amy Grant. I mean, come on, I love her Christmas music. I remember my mom used to play her tape when we were little. I believe that was probably what sparked my love for worship music. (I still love #4 on my playlist, and I know, you can push pause, it won't hurt my feelings too badly.)
2. Flannel sheets. I needed a set. I sneaked them on the bed becuase I heard from a sister that they are "sweaty and awful". I thought my husband would say the same thing. But he likes them too, even though he feels a "bit" hotter at night. I love them as much as I hoped I would. Whatever sista.
3. I'm feeling love for Major Stevenson. (I think a little brown-nosing can't hurt). She is in charge of our placement for the next 3 years. I hope for our first choice. She makes the decision. I'm grateful for your service Major Stevenson. She asked what we thought about Alaska. Well, not that west, I said. Respectfully of course.
4. The above leads me to ....that even though the doctor probably won't get the specialty Allergy spot in San Antonio this fall (it's a rank thing) he still has employment. And he'll be a board certified internist in 5 months. He has worked so hard and finds jobs all over the place and wants us to be happy. I never thought I could have gotten such a thing as him.
5. That somehow, even though I really failed this past Monday, and surely can not claim "Mom of the Year"- my kids forgot about my misses the next day. They forgive me so easily. That baby Jacks of mine can't take his eyes off me as I run around the house. He loves me a lot.
(The others have those moments for me. But mostly they love there dad more.)
6. I am grateful that I don't have to eat hot dogs everyday. We participated in "The Great American Hot Dog Challenge" recently. We had to taste test 20 hot dogs and figure out which was the best. I personally buy Ballpark. By taste test number 10 I tapped out. I have no idea which hot dog won. I'll keep buying Ballpark. I think we should try this challenge with popcorn, or ice cream, maybe pizza?- just never again hot dogs. Never. I also think everybody needs some friends that scheme crazy stuff up like this.
7. It seems everyday I stop and look around and think in awe that I have 4 kids and I can't believe I am here- in this moment. Like, how DID this happen? I know HOW. But, where has my life gone? I've been so blessed. I'm healthy. I have common sense. I have a husband that honors me. I have comforts and safety in my home. I have the gospel and prayer and faith. I have hope for better. I have good friends that are generous to me. I have sisters and family that love me deep. I have purpose in my calling as a mother.
Sister Melissa had her baby.
And she lived through it. (love you Melissa). She has my mom and grandma with her there now and I am jealous. And Elly IS really sweet.
12/03/2008
Family Pictures 2008
I'm not getting to Christmas cards this year. Probably. And I didn't send out baby birth announcements for Jackson either. For sure did not happen. But we attempted to document our time here in Kentucky with a family picture. For odd reasons our photographer and I became at odds over "copyright" issues and prices. But then she wanted the pictures for her portfolio. So we came to an agreement. This was my favorite. Too bad not every one's showing there face. I tell myself that the likelihood of us getting a perfect candid face forward picture will probably not be for years. I probably have way too much criteria.
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