So obviously we went to the Halloween party as Adam & Eve and I’ve got to say Micah was a great sport about it. He’s neither modest nor easily embarassed but I think I may have pushed the envelope a little on this one. We had a great time at the party, though I have no proof, due to the fact that I locked my camera and purse in the car. We had to call AAA to come unlock it, UGH! I’m hoping Patch posts his pictures so if you really want to see you can check out Here.
We went to the fall festival at church last night, there were so many cute kids. The boys had a great time, Gentry wagged his little tail all night. Grey (king kong) & Connor (Spiderman) had a cage match in the blow up bouncy, but I had to break it up before a real winner was determined. I had to mention it because the pictures turned out horrible. Most of the kids wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to take a picture, but here are the ones I got.
Grey’s class party was earlier in the day.
By the way, that’s not Gentry’s dinner, that’s what I feed him so he will be happy while I cook dinner, so I guess you would call that his appetizer…he’s a bottomless pit!
A friend of mine got given tickets to a murder mystery dinner at Talon winery for last Friday. It was a pretty good evening. A Soprano-esqe plot-line and some good Italian food. I didn’t solve the mystery but I did win a blinking pink crown for the most moral and well explained answer…my nerdhood shines no matter where I go.
Unfortunately the night ended about noon the next day when my headache finally went away. And for some reason after consuming an absurd amount of wine I forgot I was allergic to cats and made out with Laura’s neighbors cat. This led to my eyes swelling up and looking like I shoved caterpillars under my lids. I would have taken a pic, but I was afraid of the flash.
Painful and memorable weekend.
Take me to your leader! I made Grey a Robot to take to rest time at school, since he’s not alloud to read a book or play with “noisy” toys. He was SO excited this morning, he told “Greybot” all about school and how much he was going to like it. My boy is so precious.
I started working on our Halloween costumes last night and I’ve got to say I’m excited. Micah and I haven’t dressed up for Halloween since the infamous UofL party that made national news because some frat boys dressed up in black face and clan costumes. And for historical accuracy I must point out that the clan members were black, the guys in black face where white and they were friends. While this was in poor taste the only person offended was some white sorority chick….not a good note to end on.
I suspect that this party will be a bit more tame but you never know. Sometimes those church goin’ folk are closet freaks, give them a costume and, Game On!
So, I spent last night trying to dye fabric to the right shade and clean dye out of my washing machine…fun!
I seem to be suffering from an incurable problem.
A friend of mine recently wrote an article talking about what makes a house a home, and it struck a cord with me. Though his problems are far different from mine we both ache for a place that welcomes us when we enter the door.
People have commented to me in the past about how comfortable my home is, this is by far my favorite compliment. I’ve always tried really hard to achieve that and it comes at no small cost. I don’t mean by purchasing expensive things. I’ve read books on Feng Shui, color schemes and how they effect the psyche, furniture positioning, picture arranging…..
I love houses and everything they can represent to you. They can be a refuge, a meeting place, a starting point, a retirement plan, a nest. But what happens when we can’t afford the home that will be all of those things to us? I need room to expand and rearrange ( I love to move furniture). The home we have now would bring no return with expansion and the rooms are to small to rearrange the furniture.
I’m always looking for a new nest and new resting spot. Micah hates this, he hates to move, hates to renovate. He’s one of these people who always puts everything back where he got it. While this is admirable, it can be infuriating.
So I’ve been on a house hunt, I seem to do this yearly. The first one I found was already under contract, but I went to look anyway. The second one went under contract the night before I enquired about it. The third one’s realtor didn’t return my many phone calls and when I finally got ahold of her she told me that the seller has decided to take it off the market. Now some of you may think that I should just quit. Three strikes and your out, right? But, I’ve decided that this should be fuel for the fire, I should be more diligent. Obviously God is preparing something better.
So I packed up the kids today and went on a search for sale by owner homes, because nothing new is on the MLS. I found some promising places. I just need a new place. I love our home, it’s served it’s purpose well, but there will be no sorrow in our parting.
I just have this feeling, like when you are having an asthma attack, where you can draw in a breath but your diaphragm won’t expand. I just need a place to take a good deep breath.
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Grey’s rash is all but gone on 90% of his body. He’s feeling and acting so much better. All it took was two doses of the Zyrtec…what a lifesaver.
The only bad part is that now Gentry is feverish and rashy, so we took him off his antibiotics and started the tylenol, motrin, benadryl cycle with him and it is helping. Grey is being a great big brother giving lots of hugs and blankie time. He’s such a sweet boy. He even wanted Gentry to take “blankie” with him to his nap because “he’s warm and cozy”.
Okay, called the Dr. this morning to take Grey in for a proper diagnosis and told them I didn’t want to see the NP (I know I’m a little rude). They informed me that she was on maternity leave for another week so that was really my only option other than the ER. So we went in and she says it’s an allergic reaction to the antibiotic.
So here’s the problem…she threw antibiotics at what was probably seasonal allergies, which caused the high fever, diarrhea, & rash. So to solve it what does she do? She prescribes a STEROID! Are you kidding me, a steroid for a 3 yr old. She told me it would cause vomiting for the first two days and that it would take 5 days to work, and she said we should also be dosing him with Benadryl ever four hours for the next 5 days. The antibiotics will only be in his system for 7 more days. Now, she listened to his lungs and they sound clear so the reaction isn’t respiratory, so we decided against the steriod.
We have some Zyrtec that they prescribed Gentry for his allergies to help with his skin irritation (before we knew it was a bacterial infection), we decided that this was a much better alternative to the steriod.
Both my children have been misdiagnosed and in one case it was for the better and one for the worse. But either way I can only wonder what mistakes would have been made if we actually did everything the medical community suggested. Their little systems would have been so overrun with crap that we would have probably wondered for years what the real problems were and in the process created many more.
No wonder children today are walking balls of illness. It really is not normal for children to be constantly sick and being sick when your young does not equate a strong immune system when older. The immune system isn’t fully developed until the age of seven…so what sense does it make to try and expose our children to everything before this age? If it’s constantly compromised how can it ever fully develop?
So here I sit, next to my beautiful son, dressed in his gorilla costume, and thank God that we waited until he was three to give him antibiotics, and that we’ve taken steps to let his little immune system develop, and that we are discerning and not blindly trusting, and I’m even thankful for a Dr. willing to work within our box of what is acceptable.
I told you I was a little worked up.
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