I'm sorry to disappoint the 4 (or maybe 5) people who actually read this blog, or lack there of. My husband has been giving me a really hard time that I do not do a good job at keeping up this blog. I really have no excuse. My goal at the beginning was to post once a week. I started in January and this marks post #7 in as many months. FAIL! Oh well.
We had a very eventful 4th of July weekend that extended into this week. I think it may be best to breakdown this blog by day, beginning with Saturday, for ease of reading because there were alot of "events," for lack of a better term.
Saturday: In the morning we had some friends that we don't get to see very often over for brunch. It was alot of fun. The kids played and we talked and hung out. Great way to start the long weekend. Little did we know it would be a rocky road from there. We put the kids down for a nap and John decides to go to the gym to get a work out in while the kids are sleeping. He comes home a short time later and as he walks through the door he ask "will CareNow stitch up my lip or do I need to go to the ER." I look at it and immediately know that he needs to go to the ER and possibly needs a plastic surgeon to close it because of where on the lip it was. So he heads to the ER. Luckily, there are very few people there because everyone is out partying for the holiday. He gets his lip stitched up and heads home.
We have a party to go to that night, so we have a new babysitter coming over. She is the daughter of my coworker. She is a lovely young lady. Very intelligent, involved in alot of school activities, volunteers at a diabetic kids camp, has her driving permit...but was no match for the Jones children. We come in and the house is very quiet and John looks at me and says "something looks different." She then says, "we had a little accident." I guess that when she went upstairs to put the baby to bed, the boys decided to play hide and seek. In the first 2 minutes of hide and seek, Jackson ran behind the chair and got his foot caught on the lamp cord. Which then caused the lamp to fall over and shatter. Dominick (the over exaggerator) says that "it was so loud! You could hear it through the whole house!" Vettori started screaming and Jackson kept saying that he had glass in his foot (he's totally OCD and a bit of a hypochondriac). She cleaned it up and got the baby and Jackson to bed. Dominick then proceeded to beg and plead relentlessly to stay up late. She gave in and told him he could stay up until 9:15 but then in an act of pure genius she changed the clock in the living room by 30 minutes and at 8:45 told him it was time for bed. Since Dominick can now tell time, he went right to bed thinking it was 9:15. He was so happy the next day that he got to stay up late. There is a name that we give to 3 hours with my 3 kids....birth control. I guess that she's up for a challenge because she's willing to come back.
Sunday: We get up and go to church. We have lunch and go get fit for the tuxes for my brothers wedding. Jackson was charming the pants off of the lady that was fitting him...look out ladies. She actually said that we were so lucky that he is so well behaved. He has them all fooled. We go home and take naps. Jackson wakes up and is screaming "daddy I pooped." He not only pooped, but put his hands in it and touched his face. John was referring to it as war paint. John was so mad. So now we have to regularly talk to Jackson about how we don't touch our poop....seriously. We get Jackson into the bathtub and cleaned up and then head over to our friends house to swim and BBQ. The Nelson family is really great to us and our kids. We had a great time. I made a new dessert called Funky Frito Frukies and they were Fantastic. I don't know how to link another web page, or I would, so I guess you just have to look them up. It's worth the effort...trust me. Anyway, Dominick really enjoyed these and before we leave he goes into the kitchen and looks at the container that I brought them in. It is a very big round plastic container that at one point held ready to bake cookies that someone sold for school. He looks at Diana and tells her to be sure that she gives the container to me because it's his dads favorite bowl and he will be very upset if we don't get it back. She laughs and asks what he eats out of this big bowl and very seriously Dominick says EVERYTHING. As far as I know, John has never eaten out of this bowl. I don't think Dominick really cared about the bowl as much as what was in the bowl. I applaud his sneakiness in trying to take the dessert home with us without being rude, but poor execution. He is too much!
Monday: We go see Kung Fu Panda 2 and then head to our friend Nuggets house. We have fun swimming and hanging with friends. We decide to allow Jackson to stay up late and go see fireworks. He's very excited. I stay home with the baby. The fireworks start at 9:30 and they are home by 9:45. I ask why they are home so soon and Jackson tells me that he didn't like them. He says "they are youd (loud) mommy and it was really dark. We need a yite (light)....there were no yites. I no yike (like) it."
Tuesday: John goes to work and Jackson, Vettori and I go to the pool. We had fun and headed home for lunch and a nap. Jackson awakes about midway through his nap, screaming that his tummy hurts. He cries nonstop for 30 minutes that his stomach hurts and he keeps asking me to rub it or kiss it and make it feel better. He was refusing to walk and couldn't get comfortable laying or sitting. It was breaking my heart. So I pack them up and head to the ER. It takes me about 30 minutes to get there with traffic and he cries the entire way saying "it hurts" over and over again. Over the next hour while we wait in the waiting room, then go to triage and get our vitals, then get taken to a room and wait for the doctor he continues to cry and complain. The doctor comes in and he calms down a little. He examines him and tells me that he's going to order and xray, urine sample and blood work. We go for the xray. The doctor quickly comes in and tells me that they are canceling the blood work and urine because they have found the problem. He says and I quote, "he has a TON of poop in there." So he orders an enema. The nurse comes in and once again comments on the amount of poop and tells us that the normal Fleets enema "isn't going to touch the situation that he has going on in there" and they are going to have to use an old trick called a Milk and Molasses enema. Yes you read that right. Half milk, half molasses from the cafeteria. I never saw that recipe on the back of the Betty Crocker box. They wheel us into the bathroom and tell us that this works fast and furiously. They start to do it and Jackson is saying "get away from my butt" which then becomes screaming "get way from my BBBUUUTTTTTTTTTTTT!" It works it's magic quickly and he is immediately a different kid. He starts jumping on the bed and showing us how fast he can run and how high he can jump and acting like a crazy 3 year old boy. I will never look at milk or molasses the same again.
That pretty much sums up our holiday. 2 ER trips and alot of crap. Then yesterday, Jackson was jumping on the couch and came down on his face and got a nosebleed. We are a huge accident waiting to happen.
2 ER trips in 4 days: $200
Babysitter: $30
New lamp: $40
Spending the holiday weekend with your family with stories to tell when they are older: PRICELESS
As a parent you tend to say things that when taken out of context are ridiculous. Recently I was cutting vegetables and Jackson asked if he can help. I tell him "not right now because I'm using a knife, but in a minute you can help me make a Martini." Really?
Until next time.....
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