Ember Gets Sick

My poor little girl has scarlet fever πŸ™

Ember was sick all weekend and I finally took her to urgent care yesterday when her had-been 99 degree fever went up to 101.5 (after four days) and she broke out in a rash all over her body.

At the urgent care her temperature had gone up to 102.7 and they diagnosed her with scarlet fever.

I was shocked that my poor baby had had strep throat the last four (or so) days and I had no idea!! I’ve been with her every second of the day, most days with her in my lap, taking care of her and never once had the slightest inclination that she had a sore throat! She never complained about it! She just had a fever and was irritable in the night, but during the day she was upbeat and cheerful!

Now looking back at her crankiness at night I feel so awful for my poor baby. She must’ve had the sorest throat and been suffering so much. My heart breaks for her. All I want in the world is for her to be a healthy, happy girl and for her to have had such a painful illness for four days makes me want to cry.

She’s been peacefully sleeping (after a dose of tylenol and a dose of amoxicillin) for a couple hours. Blogging about all of this is making me want to go pick her up and snuggle her like crazy. Gosh I love that girl!! I am so thankful for antibiotics and that with them she can heal from this illness!

This first picture is of her on Sunday morning after a bath. She’d thrown up a handful of times at this point and was chilling on the couch watching TV. (At this time I still thought she had a stomach virus)  photo 004resized_zps04401866.jpg

The rest of these are snaps from all throughout the day on Sunday.  photo 006eresized_zps3f8aeefb.jpg photo 013eresized_zpsd38a1792.jpg photo 017eresized_zpse2bd948c.jpg photo 022eresized_zps2316c446.jpg photo IMG_2777_zpsf4d128a7.jpg

Sunday evening she was feeling better. She drank a couple cups of pedialyte and kept it down. I thought she was on the mend.  photo 001eresized_zps1253dd1c.jpg

The pictures below are from yesterday, Monday.  photo 128resized_zpsbda5aec0.jpg photo 132resized_zps1e815fc5.jpg photo 137resized_zpsa5b5e8e4.jpg photo 142eresized_zps89b240cd.jpg photo 144eresized_zpsfb971861.jpg photo 150resized_zps2d6ad353.jpg photo 153resized_zps2771dcc5.jpg
She’s had two doses of antibiotics so far and is acting totally like her old self. She hasn’t had a fever in over 12 hours, too πŸ™‚

Breakfast and, Barf. Not Together.

I hadn’t taken a single picture in over a week. I made myself grab my camera this morning and snap a picture of the two little kids eating. Payson was making a mess so I’m not sharing his, but here is Ember!  photo 012resized_zps1c5df279.jpg photo 014resized_zps976e2daa.jpg photo 021resized_zps60b7ec18.jpg

A little clip of the usual giggling that goes on while eating.

I have the most epic story of vomit to tell. Sounds exciting, right? I don’t know quite what to say but figure I should at least mention my horrible night. Two nights ago one of my kids puked all over my entire house. I do mean entire house. I would tell the whole story but it’s really, really, really, really gross. It was the biggest mess I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Allan was out of town for a job interview so I had the entire mess to handle by myself! Vomit from one end of my house to the other. It took me well over an hour to clean it all! This was at 2am, by the way. I was exhausted.

Oh and we have carpet cleaners coming to clean three rooms (yes, three) because a woman trying to clean a trail of puke-covered carpet with cleaner and towels just doesn’t work well enough. So, I was also a little mad because this child (who wasn’t Ember) shouldn’t have been walking back and forth through the house barfing everywhere. Stand in the bathroom while you’re throwing up all those times!
Anyway, sorry to share but it was a really traumatic night.

Eating Out

Me and the little kids eat out about once a week. It seems like so much more when I go back through my pictures and I think it’s because I hardly ever take pictures of anything else anymore. But when we go out and I’m sitting there waiting for the kids to finish eating, I just snap away.  photo 006eresized_zpseaa652cb.jpg

One week (three weeks ago, I think) we ate at Costco after a shopping trip.  photo 007eresixzed_zps0dc69ff7.jpg

A week or so later we went to Village Inn because I’d been craving chicken fried steak like crazy. And have been ever since but… it’s not the healthiest so I have only had it twice. I’d love to eat it every day, though. ha  photo 023resized_zpse5e00cdc.jpg photo 025resized_zps5c6ed4cd.jpg

There was a really long wait that day. It was free pie day. I didn’t know that ahead of time or I’d probably have stayed home. I didn’t really mind the wait that much. Our waitress felt bad and gave me and the kids free drinks.  photo 026resized_zpsc6de2296.jpg

Payson does the goofiest smiles for the camera.  photo 028resizxed_zps8d12c0b6.jpg

While waiting for our food I taught Payson to cut with a fork and knife. Ember watched and then attempted it herself.  photo 034eresized_zps375d0e21.jpg

Weird Guy at the Movie Theater

One Tuesday I took the little kids to the dollar theater to see Rise of the Guardians. The kids really liked the movie. Ember kept trying to run out of the aisle we were in and kept taking off her shoes and socks and then walking around. That wasn’t the most fun.
Anyway, after the movie I let the kids have a toy from the quarter machines since I had some quarters. While I was standing there watching them choose this old guy came up to me and started chatting. The conversation was so weird that I wrote it down once I got back to my car. I had also called Allan to tell him about it because it was so funny.
Here’s the convo, as written in my iPod notes. lol

Weird old guy: That’s a nice camera.
Me: Yeah, I like it, I’m glad to have it. (I NEVER know what to say when people comment on my camera!)
Weird old guy: Do you work for the Tribune?
Me, chuckling: No.
Weird old guy: You should. You could make a lot of money.
Me: Yeah. (the guy gave off a weird vibe so I made my answers short and tried not to make eye contact. lol)
Weird old guy: Photograph gangbangers. You should take pictures of gangbangers.
Me: oh really.
Weird old guy: Take pictures of gang leaders and publish them in the Tribune. They need to have their picture published. They’re murderers.
Me: silent
Weird old guy: You know who the leader is?
I shake my head while looking away (towards my kids)
Weird old guy: I do. He works at [unintelligible restaurant]…Go in there like you’re a customer and then snap a picture. Haha!! Got your picture now! Then publish it. The cops will bust them then!
Me: glance at him with a slow nod to not be rude but trying not to encourage him speaking more. lol
Weird old guy: They have MY picture! They took it and won’t give it to me. They took it and published it and spread it around the slammer newspapers! And I didn’t even do anything!
By this time I hadn’t responded but had been trying to get my kids to leave. I’d told Payson and Ember, well we really have to leave guys (hoping the guy would get the hint; he didn’t) so by then I had the kids’ hands and was guiding them away.
Weird old guy looking at Ember as we walk away: I like your girl.

That’s weird, right? lol
This was the picture I was taking when the guy said, “That’s a nice camera.”  photo 018eresized_zps08b1ab53.jpg

CoSleeping/Extended Breastfeeding Update

Ember is 2 years and almost 7 months old. In a few days she’ll be 31 months old.

She still nurses every day but she’s cut back so much. It used to be every two hours around the clock (day and night), now she nurses in the mornings and before bed and only as much as I let her during the day. Sometimes that’s maybe once and sometimes that’s four or five times within a few hours… kind of a nursing spree. But most of the day she’s not nursing. She definitely doesn’t get much nutrition from nursing. Maybe 20% of her needs is met by my milk. My supply really dropped when I got pregnant. There’s only once a day (in the mornings, after she’s slept through the night) where I can hear her gulping.

As far as cosleeping, she falls asleep while nursing on the couch or she just lays on the couch and falls asleep (I don’t know why, but that is her favorite place to fall asleep) and then I pick her up and carry her to her big girl bed. She generally sleeps until 6:30am! But, a couple times a week she wakes up earlier and comes and crawls into bed with me. About half the time I don’t even notice, I just wake up with my shirt down and her nursing away. lol  photo 212eresized_zpsa5514798.jpg

Some mornings she wakes up when I get up to get the kids ready for school. Other mornings, my favorite mornings, she stays asleep until I wake her up to get in the car.  photo 213eresized_zps29e02b52.jpg

So things are going really well!  photo 215eresized_zps3ac64fa7.jpg
Oh and as far as naps go, she’s a willing napper now, too. We lay together in her bed and she falls asleep. I can very easily slip out and she’ll sleep for an hour to three hours, the length of her nap depending on if she’s sick, if she slept well at night… the usual toddler stuff. Most of the time she sleeps for two hours.
In fact, the only thing that ruins her naps is Payson. I’ve tried a million things to get him to stay out of her room and be quiet for fifteen minutes when it’s time for her to go to sleep but nothing works. Usually I end up telling him that he won’t get lunch if he wakes her up one more time! Since that boy’s favorite thing on earth is food, it works well.
It’s probably not a good threat since I wouldn’t follow through, but he’s never pushed it! lol

Payson Cut His Hair

I noticed Payson’s hair looked funky one afternoon while we were at the store. I looked a little more closely and discovered quite a few chunks of hair missing. I was surprised and asked him if he cut his hair. He happily responded, “Yeah, I got a haircut!”  photo 006eresized_zps5923bdc3.jpg

I sure was bummed. The chunks he cut were to his scalp and I didn’t want to buzz his head.  photo 011eresized_zps361c23e1.jpg

I cut it short but not too short. If you looked closely you could still see dents and grooves on the top of his head but I figured that was better than shaving it closely.
After his haircut he asked if we could go outside to photograph it.  photo 019eresized_zps8dc5a1e7.jpg

It was a beautiful day out so we brought toys so that we could play out there, too. (These pictures were taken weeks ago)  photo 027eresized_zps04aa03a5.jpg photo 039eresized_zps7523dfdf.jpg

I later found a chunk of hair cut out from the very front of Ember’s hair, too. It’s so hard to grow out her bangs so I was totally bummed about that. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of Payson so I’m not sure if it was he or Ember who did the cutting. It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. I did have a long talk with him about only moms and dads cutting hair and how scissors are only for paper and only when mom is in the room and gave them to you! (he’d climbed our tall bookshelf, after breaking down the baby gate to that room, to get the scissors from the top shelf)  photo 045eresized_zps3b2deb4e.jpg photo 047eresized_zpsa4d392dc.jpg

Several months ago Payson started hanging on my legs as I walked. Like, wrapping his arms and legs around my leg and clinging on for dear life. I really, really hate when kids do that. Ember saw that and thought it looked like the greatest thing ever and does it all the time now, too. It really annoys the crap out of me. They both also LOVE to pull on my dresses or skirts or pants when we’re out. I tell them not to but it still happens. We’ll be out and suddenly my skirt is inches away from exposing my undies. Haaaate it.  photo 050eresized_zps6f1a39d9.jpg

This was before the scorpions and rattlesnakes came back, we used to take daily walks in the desert.  photo 070eresized_zps5b82eec9.jpg

If you ever see a picture of my kids pretending to breastfeed their babies, that’s all their doing. I don’t ever tell them to but I’m glad they do because it’s adorable.  photo 088eresized_zps2797ece7.jpg photo 096eresized_zps6291610c.jpg photo 124eresized_zps3f47b5fc.jpg photo 126eresized_zps39d44b97.jpg

Lastly, I had originally planned on writing about the kids’ reactions to us telling them about the new baby but I don’t have enough brain power to do it justice. Instead I sat them down and asked them to share what they felt about having a new sister or brother.

I’m Thirty Years Old

It’s not so hard to blog, is it? I just have to sit here for five minutes, copy and paste a few pictures, write a few sentences. Certainly even in the depths of my pregnancy sickness fog I can accomplish that?

The pictures I’m posting today were taken back in March, on my 30th birthday.
I spent the last half of my twenties dreading turning 30- by the time my birthday rolled around I was plum worn out from the sadness of aging and ready to say, I’m glad I’m 30.

Because I’m sure when I turn 35 (and it will come fast!) I’ll look back and say to myself, why didn’t you enjoy being 30?! Now you’re 35! And then 40 will come speeding around the corner. And on and on. So, I’m just going to be glad I’m 30. I’m not young and naive. I’m older, wiser, and am SO much happier at 30 than at 20. I’d like my 20 year old body back, but… things are going to go [more] downhill from here so I should probably appreciate the body I have now, as squishy and saggy as it already is! lol  photo 091e2resized_zps5cfa4c6a.jpg

And though I feel tired and sometimes really sad that I spent every single last second of my twenties taking care of other people, I’m really glad to have so many people to love on. Because that’s all life is about. Love.  photo 104e2resized_zpsdf83e10c.jpg photo 114eresized_zps9d078e8f.jpg photo 127eresized_zps56f55176.jpg photo 139eresized_zps852ce62c.jpg
PS- thanks for all the congrats on my pregnancy. It was a huge surprise to us and having the excitement shared by others makes it that much more special πŸ™‚

Pouty Face

Pregnancy is no fun at all. At least the first 4 months aren’t. At all. In fact, I decided I hate them and want them to end. Can time please go by faster because the last week has felt like a year.
I haven’t felt like touching my camera at all. I haven’t felt like doing anything besides laying on my couch in my misery. I feel sorry for my poor family dealing with me when I’m pregnant, I pretty much suck.

Last week, or two weeks ago I guess, Allan didn’t shave for like 10 days. He had some major scruff going on. When the day came that he wanted to shave he first gave himself a goatee and then a mustache before shaving smooth. It was weird and creepy. lol
I decided this was picture worthy and took some pictures of the progress. I haven’t asked him if I can share them online so I won’t, but, while my camera was out Ember came running over begging for pictures. I guess with my being sick and a camera not being in her face every day she’s going through withdrawals. lol. Not really but the girl does love having her picture taken.

It also just so happens that that was the day she’d fallen into a wall while running and playing with the other kids and beat up her nose pretty well. It was swollen and red and freaked me the heck out. I iced it and then fifteen minutes later kept touching it with increasing pressure (nothing too firm, though!) to see if she would cry or wince, trying to make sure it wasn’t broken.
In the end she was totally fine. And the swelling and redness was gone by the next morning. So, that’s why my poor baby looks like a clown in these pictures.  photo 099eresized_zpsbe666165.jpg photo 109eresized_zps19dc43fc.jpg

Talking ‘Bout

My kids, the little ones, are obsessed with babies. Payson pretends he’s pregnant all the live long day. Both he and Ember breastfeed their babies all throughout the day. They bring their babies with us on errands, they point out all the babies in the store, they’re just plain old obsessed!  photo 007eresized_zpse727e729.jpg

Payson was crazy excited when he found out that we were going to the doctor to see the baby growing in mommy’s tummy!  photo 008eresized_zps79890526.jpg

I didn’t know if he’d be able to tell what was on the screen or if the pixelated weirdness of ultrasounds would lessen his excitement. I told him ahead of time that we’d only see a little dot or a small bouncy ball shaped thing and that would be the baby!
The minute he saw that tiny little blob on the screen and I told him I could see the heart beating he was giggling and happy because I’d told him all along (since we found out I was pregnant) that we wouldn’t know for sure if we were having another baby until we saw the baby and the baby’s heartbeat.
So. Yep. Baby #5 will be joining us in early November!  photo 015eresized_zps516d7137.jpg
A few more little-kids-pretend-breastfeeding pictures and also some early pregnancy ones of me (yikes) below!

In this next picture Ember is making a sucking sound while her baby nurses. It cracks me up that she always does a slurping sound even though she doesn’t make sounds like that when she nurses.  photo 029eresized_zpsf12a8963.jpg photo 035eresiezd_zps01814eb7.jpg photo KidsPlayNursing_zpse196f6a1.jpg

9 weeks along.  photo 455eresized_zps4e9f9e97.jpg

The photo on the right, below, is when I was 8 weeks along.  photo 8weeks_zps92629673.jpg
I’ll do a separate post about the kids’ reactions. Allan and I sat down with each kid alone at different times to tell them. Each reaction was adorable.

Elle Me Dit

This morning I was scrolling through my google reader and saw this music video for Mika’s song Elle Me Dit, on cjane’s blog.
I’ve been replaying it over and over ever since. Totally brightened my miserable day (long story, will share later) and has me smiling.
The little kids hurried over and watched and within seconds their little hips and shoulders were wiggling and bouncing. It turned into a full blown dance party with a stop only to push replay. Payson was giggling like mad and Ember was boogying so much she embarrassed herself and that little hand went up to her mouth to conceal a grin.
I can understand a teensy bit of French, enough to get the meaning of the song but not enough to really understand it all. I went in search of the lyrics and found this awesome translation.
Pourquoi tu gΓ’ches ta vie? Danse, danse, danse!
Wise words πŸ™‚