We finally got confirmation back from DSHS that our children will be insured by the state. I am very happy there are programs like that out there, but I hope we can get jobs and income squared away soon so we don't have to use everyone's tax dollars (or where ever the money comes from) for long.
Turns out it was also pre-dated. The kids were technically covered since March 1st, meaning Dallas' stitches are now taken care of. Chelane has a scheduled appointment for her six month check-up and Dallas has a referral for speech therapy. The evaluation done by the therapy center will take place next Tuesday.
Chelane is rolling back to front as well as front to back (now it is time to work on sitting up). She did it for the first time last Saturday (and I still can't believe Friday is over already, I didn't think I was THIS far behind) at Dallas' first friend-invited birthday party at the Little Gym in Issaquah. He was invited by a friend in his church nursery class and Dallas seemed to have a lot of fun there. He wasn't too adventurous though (he didn't even want to try the balance beam). Cam and I sorta fell in love with (that area of) Issaquah too (since it is out of the way but not far away from big cities and in the mountains).
But anyway back to Chelane's rolling... she is now getting around quite aptly, although she seems to favor rolling to one particular side; so, when she goes as far as she can go, she is frustrated by the furniture. She also in known to randomly start giggling. Jadon calls her "goodness."
Dallas and Chelane are still getting along really well, I guess I keep waiting for Dallas to be jealous or something but I don't think that will happen. He likes to play with her, be on the floor by her, is excited to see her in the morning when they wake up, talks sweet "baby-talk" to her (soft sounds in a high(er) pitched voice), have her in his bed when/if we read stories at night before he goes to bed, likes to make sure her arms are folded when we say prayers, and jump onto her off of furniture... actually he only did that last one once and just today, but hey, what are big brothers for right? He also has tried to build a tower on her (it is hard with a moving foundation) this last week and tried to stick the bulb syringe up her nose this afternoon... I guess she was sounding stuffed up.
Dallas and Jadon still have their problems once and a while. There are times I come home and they are sitting side-by-side watching a movie. They also wrestle and play ball together. Other times Jadon moves the water pitcher or pizza box around on the table so Dallas can't look at him. What are you gonna do?
Friday, March 27, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Wound
Dallas' head cut has been healing up nicely. The stitches were removed last Friday (as in two Fridays ago... so I guess that isn't "last Friday", how about "a past Friday"?).
When I mentioned we would need to take Dallas back to the urgent care facility on Friday, Cam asked why we couldn't just remove them ourselves. Save a bill.
I had never heard of such a thing. It seemed very dangerous and crazy. Cam said they took them out at home all the time when he was a kid. Hmmm, so it has been done before... So I asked Mom and Dad (I am still check in with my parents about stuff like this, they know everything) and they weren't surprised. They concurred, as long as you are careful it shouldn't be a problem. Well, ok, shows how much I know.
So Cam and I took them out.
We soaked tweezers and cuticle scissors in hydrogen peroxide and got some cotton balls ready. I held Dallas, pinned in my arms, on the toliet seat, while Cam tried to cut the stitches out. He wasn't being very succesful. He got about half a stitch out (yeah I know you are confused about getting "half a stitch out"... it basically equates to not getting the stitch out but trying really hard). So we switched places.
I would look hard at the stitch in Dallas' head while counting "1, 2, 3" and quickly snip in the best place I found; then "1, 2, 3" and use the tweezers to pull the thread-stuff out. It worked really well. Counting before doing anything not only gave me ample time to study where I wanted to cut/grab, it also gave Dallas a warning that something was going to happen. Cam didn't have to hold him much at all.
The wound has since scabbed and been band-aided many times. Dallas doesn't leave it alone (he didn't leave it alone when the stitches were in either), but it is finally completely closed (I think) and the skin is working on making the scar. I think it will be a bad one since he played with it so much.
His cousin, however, doesn't even have her stitches out yet :(
When I mentioned we would need to take Dallas back to the urgent care facility on Friday, Cam asked why we couldn't just remove them ourselves. Save a bill.
I had never heard of such a thing. It seemed very dangerous and crazy. Cam said they took them out at home all the time when he was a kid. Hmmm, so it has been done before... So I asked Mom and Dad (I am still check in with my parents about stuff like this, they know everything) and they weren't surprised. They concurred, as long as you are careful it shouldn't be a problem. Well, ok, shows how much I know.
So Cam and I took them out.
We soaked tweezers and cuticle scissors in hydrogen peroxide and got some cotton balls ready. I held Dallas, pinned in my arms, on the toliet seat, while Cam tried to cut the stitches out. He wasn't being very succesful. He got about half a stitch out (yeah I know you are confused about getting "half a stitch out"... it basically equates to not getting the stitch out but trying really hard). So we switched places.
I would look hard at the stitch in Dallas' head while counting "1, 2, 3" and quickly snip in the best place I found; then "1, 2, 3" and use the tweezers to pull the thread-stuff out. It worked really well. Counting before doing anything not only gave me ample time to study where I wanted to cut/grab, it also gave Dallas a warning that something was going to happen. Cam didn't have to hold him much at all.
The wound has since scabbed and been band-aided many times. Dallas doesn't leave it alone (he didn't leave it alone when the stitches were in either), but it is finally completely closed (I think) and the skin is working on making the scar. I think it will be a bad one since he played with it so much.
His cousin, however, doesn't even have her stitches out yet :(
Friday, March 20, 2009
Adventures Of A Stay At Home Daddy
Cam is taking many cute pictures during the day (while I am at work) and showing them to me when I get home. I get to hear very cute stories narrated by Cam, but then it is up to me to upload the pictures and re-write the stories. Apparently I don't have enough to do already...
So, since Cam won't post I will make up funny things about him too...
Dallas has figured out how to open the child safety handle on the door at the top at the top of the stairs. Since then Dallas has had unsupervised excursions to the lower levels of the house. Dallas found his way back up with a band-aid over his owie... well sort of over his owie.
In this picture you can see where his owie really is. No one told Dallas the adhesive part of the band aid isn't suppose to cover the cut. I am sure it felt very nice when Cam pulled it off.
Cam was preparing for the worse when he went back downstairs. The band-aids are kept in my parent's bathroom and heaven knows Dallas likes to make messes. Interestingly enough the bathroom was clean and the all but one of the band-aid pieces were in the garbage. Dallas had a mission to get a band-aid and wasn't distracted or tempted by other downstairs oddities... or so we thought.
After I got home from work Cam told me the cute band-aid story and showed me the candid shots he took. Later I was downstairs helping Dad put away some groceries. We had to make some room in the fridge for a huge Costco chicken pot pie. I was on my knees crouched over the bottom shelf when my eyes wandered to the bottom shelf in the fridge door where mom keeps her yoplait light yogurt. Can you guess?
Dallas had (apparently) taken out the 5 yogurts one-by-one, taken off the lids, stowed the lid garbage neatly behind the soy sauce, vinaigrette salad dressings, and lemon juice in the above shelf and replaced the now capless yogurt into their proper places.
Since they had only been capless for a few hours we just all pitched in and ate one at huge personal sacrifice... Do I need to even say that we all fought over who got to eat the key lime pie one? Even Dallas did his part. I figure one thing of yogurt containing aspertain won't kill him.
Needless to say Dad (and kids) are surviving this interesting switch in rolls.
So, since Cam won't post I will make up funny things about him too...
Dallas has figured out how to open the child safety handle on the door at the top at the top of the stairs. Since then Dallas has had unsupervised excursions to the lower levels of the house. Dallas found his way back up with a band-aid over his owie... well sort of over his owie.
In this picture you can see where his owie really is. No one told Dallas the adhesive part of the band aid isn't suppose to cover the cut. I am sure it felt very nice when Cam pulled it off.
Cam was preparing for the worse when he went back downstairs. The band-aids are kept in my parent's bathroom and heaven knows Dallas likes to make messes. Interestingly enough the bathroom was clean and the all but one of the band-aid pieces were in the garbage. Dallas had a mission to get a band-aid and wasn't distracted or tempted by other downstairs oddities... or so we thought.After I got home from work Cam told me the cute band-aid story and showed me the candid shots he took. Later I was downstairs helping Dad put away some groceries. We had to make some room in the fridge for a huge Costco chicken pot pie. I was on my knees crouched over the bottom shelf when my eyes wandered to the bottom shelf in the fridge door where mom keeps her yoplait light yogurt. Can you guess?
Dallas had (apparently) taken out the 5 yogurts one-by-one, taken off the lids, stowed the lid garbage neatly behind the soy sauce, vinaigrette salad dressings, and lemon juice in the above shelf and replaced the now capless yogurt into their proper places.
Since they had only been capless for a few hours we just all pitched in and ate one at huge personal sacrifice... Do I need to even say that we all fought over who got to eat the key lime pie one? Even Dallas did his part. I figure one thing of yogurt containing aspertain won't kill him.
Needless to say Dad (and kids) are surviving this interesting switch in rolls.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
My Excuse
I am sick. I started getting a cold day before yesterday. I felt tired all day and couldn't figure out why (I had gotten enough sleep, it had been a relaxing weekend, etc.) then woke up the next morning with a sore throat and felt just as tired. Today I feel MORE tired (I am almost done whining, hang in there with me) and the cold is moving. Today I had a slightly drippy nose and a sore throat again and one or two throat-ripping, nasty, phlegmy coughs. It is on its way to settle in my chest, I just know it...
Anyway, it makes me feel good becasue I know I will soon feel better. I am washing my hands like a maniac trying to keep anyone else from getting sick. And this is by far NOT the worse cold I have had (it is actually very mild as far as my colds go) so don't fear to be near me.
I will blog about something worth-while soon. I have a few really good stories and pictures just waiting to be published on the world-wide web. You will just have to wait with bated breath for a few more days until I feel like I have enough energy after the kids go to bed to do something other than fall asleep myself.
Anyway, it makes me feel good becasue I know I will soon feel better. I am washing my hands like a maniac trying to keep anyone else from getting sick. And this is by far NOT the worse cold I have had (it is actually very mild as far as my colds go) so don't fear to be near me.
I will blog about something worth-while soon. I have a few really good stories and pictures just waiting to be published on the world-wide web. You will just have to wait with bated breath for a few more days until I feel like I have enough energy after the kids go to bed to do something other than fall asleep myself.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Potato Heads Make You Say the Darndest Things...
Dallas and I were cleaning up the Potato Heads. We had finished with all the pieces (so I thought) until Dallas moved. Under him were a few more pieces. "Hey," I said in my stern mommy-voice. "You need to pick up that tongue and eyeballs mister."
I heard Mom laughing as she was walking down the stairs...
I heard Mom laughing as she was walking down the stairs...
I Hate My Camera
This thing makes not-so-hot pictures. I can't even get what is on the veiw screen. It is either too dark or washed out (you have seen some of my pictures) and can be grainy and weird to boot.
It is very hard to capture the cute pictures (like Dallas building on Chelane and trying to pick her up) when you have to try five different settings and none of them give you a good picture. The cute poses don't last forever.
This is my excuse for lack of pictures lately.
It is very hard to capture the cute pictures (like Dallas building on Chelane and trying to pick her up) when you have to try five different settings and none of them give you a good picture. The cute poses don't last forever.
This is my excuse for lack of pictures lately.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Empathetic
Dallas was a key player in the cutting of his cousin's hand who needed to have stitches. He must have been feeling pretty bad about it because the following Monday he decided to run into something in his room and split his head open above his right eye while Mommy and Daddy were out to dinner and a movie for Daddy's birthday. Maybe it made him feel better sharing in his cousin's misfortune. Unfortunately he didn't do it right. his stitches only need to stay in for 4 days while his cousin is destined to two weeks...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Old
Today is Cameron's 27th birthday. Be sure to congratulate him of his old age and subsequent impending death! All joking aside (or at least a good deal of it) I don't express thankfulness or praise to the man I love enough - especially not in the blogging world - and his birthday seems the best day to do just that!
Cam and I met through mutual friends. There were 3 guys sharing an apartment. I knew one of them, Cam knew a different one. We both had gone to many potluck dinners (these roomies did this every Tuesday night during college) without talking or interacting much. One of these Tuesdays happened to be the birthday celebration for a brother of the girlfriend of the roommate (everyone follow that?) neither Cam or I knew. Our usual intimate Tuesday night of 6-8 people had more than doubled (mostly by theater majors), leaving little room in the small apartment. When the couch was moved back to allow for more room to open presents I found myself sitting close to Cam. Halo 2 had just come out and I was expressing my excitement to play it sometime when Cam cut in the conversation - his roommate had just bought Halo 2.
I had no car in those days so I relied on the favor of my other friend (and Tuesday night dinner goer), Breton, to pick me up and drop me off. That night I left with Cam instead to go check out Halo 2. When he dropped me off at the condo I was living in and drove away, I kicked myself for not giving him my number or inviting him in. I hadn't thought he was anything special all those other Tuesdays I had seen him, but after getting to know him a bit I was sad to see him leave so quickly.
Well anyway, that Friday I came back to Washington for Thanksgiving. Cam called his friend who asked my friend my phone number and got in touch with me. We talked for a few hours every day for the week I was in Washington planned to go out to a movie the day I got back. We were married six months later.
Cam jokes that Halo 2 brought us together. In all seriousness our shared interest of computer games, video games, fantasy, and sci-fi (books and shows) gives us a lot to talk about and common activities to participate in.
The thing I love most about Cam is his very laid-back personality. One of the first things I fell in love with was his positive disposition. This man is ALWAYS happy. He loves to joke, play, tickle, cuddle, and laugh. I don't always appreciate what such an upbeat mood does for us. He makes me a happier person.
Coming is a close second (not really) is his sexy calves.
I am constantly surprised by what I am still learning about him. Every so often a new, hidden talent is brought to light. He can build houses ("everything but pouring the foundation and wiring - my dad always did that part, but I am sure I could figure it out"), he grew up hunting, he was teased in school, he can do math quicker (and better) than me in his head, he is a mama's boy. His love and respect for his mother is very endearing (and dare I say, attractive). He doesn't disclose all his talent's readily because he doesn't like being judged on what he knows, he would rather be judged for who he is.
He is honest, trusting, positive, hard-working, supportive and a wonderful father to his children. He dotes on Chelane to no end. I really would be an uptight stick-in-the-mud if it weren't for him. He puts up with my constant worrying and all-too-often criticism. I don't tell him I love him enough.
Well, here is to you, Cam, on your 27th birthday! I love you to no end and look forward to many more years together. As long as I am with you I don't care where life takes us.
Cam and I met through mutual friends. There were 3 guys sharing an apartment. I knew one of them, Cam knew a different one. We both had gone to many potluck dinners (these roomies did this every Tuesday night during college) without talking or interacting much. One of these Tuesdays happened to be the birthday celebration for a brother of the girlfriend of the roommate (everyone follow that?) neither Cam or I knew. Our usual intimate Tuesday night of 6-8 people had more than doubled (mostly by theater majors), leaving little room in the small apartment. When the couch was moved back to allow for more room to open presents I found myself sitting close to Cam. Halo 2 had just come out and I was expressing my excitement to play it sometime when Cam cut in the conversation - his roommate had just bought Halo 2.
I had no car in those days so I relied on the favor of my other friend (and Tuesday night dinner goer), Breton, to pick me up and drop me off. That night I left with Cam instead to go check out Halo 2. When he dropped me off at the condo I was living in and drove away, I kicked myself for not giving him my number or inviting him in. I hadn't thought he was anything special all those other Tuesdays I had seen him, but after getting to know him a bit I was sad to see him leave so quickly.
Well anyway, that Friday I came back to Washington for Thanksgiving. Cam called his friend who asked my friend my phone number and got in touch with me. We talked for a few hours every day for the week I was in Washington planned to go out to a movie the day I got back. We were married six months later.
Cam jokes that Halo 2 brought us together. In all seriousness our shared interest of computer games, video games, fantasy, and sci-fi (books and shows) gives us a lot to talk about and common activities to participate in.
The thing I love most about Cam is his very laid-back personality. One of the first things I fell in love with was his positive disposition. This man is ALWAYS happy. He loves to joke, play, tickle, cuddle, and laugh. I don't always appreciate what such an upbeat mood does for us. He makes me a happier person.
Coming is a close second (not really) is his sexy calves.
I am constantly surprised by what I am still learning about him. Every so often a new, hidden talent is brought to light. He can build houses ("everything but pouring the foundation and wiring - my dad always did that part, but I am sure I could figure it out"), he grew up hunting, he was teased in school, he can do math quicker (and better) than me in his head, he is a mama's boy. His love and respect for his mother is very endearing (and dare I say, attractive). He doesn't disclose all his talent's readily because he doesn't like being judged on what he knows, he would rather be judged for who he is.
He is honest, trusting, positive, hard-working, supportive and a wonderful father to his children. He dotes on Chelane to no end. I really would be an uptight stick-in-the-mud if it weren't for him. He puts up with my constant worrying and all-too-often criticism. I don't tell him I love him enough.
Well, here is to you, Cam, on your 27th birthday! I love you to no end and look forward to many more years together. As long as I am with you I don't care where life takes us.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
HA!
I realized after my last post that Dr. Seuss didn't write Go Dog, Go! Is there a reason no one pointed this out to me?!?!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This town ain't big enough for the two of us...
This job is totally going to cramp my blog writing, I can already tell...
We all seems to be adjusting well. I am really enjoying my work. I only do any one thing for an hour tops so the day is split up nicely. Everything goes by quickly. The kids are great and the school is full of nice, positive, accepting people. Anyway I don't notice how much I miss my lil'uns until I get home and see their faces/cuddle with them.
Cam seems to be enjoying being home with the kids for the most part. He also admits it is making him try to find things to do to help out around the house more. This is all probably a good thing since it looks like I maybe teaching fulltime next year (if I can get my WA certification and someone will hire me that is, Auburn District does have a high school and middle school opening so hopefully the odds are good).
Chelane is stilljust as happy as ever. Someone at church this past Sunday asked me how old she was, when I responded "5 months" (which I think I can safely say now that we are into March) he said "oh so she is still keeping you up at night." That is when I got to thinking, yet again, how blessed I am to have had two really good sleepers. Since I have to deal with any mid-night problems, working could be very hard if she wasn't snoozing for 6-8 hours a night. I am also really blessed to have Uncle Jadon around. He keeps her entertained like it is nobody's business. I don't think I mentioned when she started laughing. I got her to do it really once right around four months and never again. I have tried acting silly, tickling, eating her tummy - you know, all the tricks. But Saturday Jadon was jumping around (or something, I was downstairs) and Chelane was laughing up a storm... I guess I am just not that funny...
I actually find that I have more patience with Dallas after being gone all day and after being at school all day I find I want to do productive activities with him (reading, puzzles, colors, drawing, etc.). We read Go Dog Go tonight and Dallas really got into it (and signed along since I was signing some of the words - he also said "go" a lot). After we were done he was asking for the book again, I don't know why I didn't think of Dr. Seuss books earlier...
Oh, that was another things I was going to mention, I don't think I would have known that March 2nd was the birthday of Dr. Seuss if I wasn't working at an elementary school, but most teachers revolve their whole day around something Seuss-like. With all the rhyming there is a lot to do with "word families" and the longer stories have pretty deep things to talk about. Dr. Seuss sure was one smart cookie.
We all seems to be adjusting well. I am really enjoying my work. I only do any one thing for an hour tops so the day is split up nicely. Everything goes by quickly. The kids are great and the school is full of nice, positive, accepting people. Anyway I don't notice how much I miss my lil'uns until I get home and see their faces/cuddle with them.
Cam seems to be enjoying being home with the kids for the most part. He also admits it is making him try to find things to do to help out around the house more. This is all probably a good thing since it looks like I maybe teaching fulltime next year (if I can get my WA certification and someone will hire me that is, Auburn District does have a high school and middle school opening so hopefully the odds are good).
Chelane is stilljust as happy as ever. Someone at church this past Sunday asked me how old she was, when I responded "5 months" (which I think I can safely say now that we are into March) he said "oh so she is still keeping you up at night." That is when I got to thinking, yet again, how blessed I am to have had two really good sleepers. Since I have to deal with any mid-night problems, working could be very hard if she wasn't snoozing for 6-8 hours a night. I am also really blessed to have Uncle Jadon around. He keeps her entertained like it is nobody's business. I don't think I mentioned when she started laughing. I got her to do it really once right around four months and never again. I have tried acting silly, tickling, eating her tummy - you know, all the tricks. But Saturday Jadon was jumping around (or something, I was downstairs) and Chelane was laughing up a storm... I guess I am just not that funny...
I actually find that I have more patience with Dallas after being gone all day and after being at school all day I find I want to do productive activities with him (reading, puzzles, colors, drawing, etc.). We read Go Dog Go tonight and Dallas really got into it (and signed along since I was signing some of the words - he also said "go" a lot). After we were done he was asking for the book again, I don't know why I didn't think of Dr. Seuss books earlier...
Oh, that was another things I was going to mention, I don't think I would have known that March 2nd was the birthday of Dr. Seuss if I wasn't working at an elementary school, but most teachers revolve their whole day around something Seuss-like. With all the rhyming there is a lot to do with "word families" and the longer stories have pretty deep things to talk about. Dr. Seuss sure was one smart cookie.
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