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    25 Chrisisms

    Saturday, January 31st, 2009

    Tomorrow is Chris’ 29th birthday, and since I have written happy birthday posts for Corbin (and plan to write one for Bennett) I thought I should include my hubby in the fun.  There is a note going around on facebook that requires you to write 25 random things about yourself, but I thought in honor of dear husband’s birthday I might instead list 25 random things you might not know about Chris!

    1) He jumps into bed.  I mean literally, as in both feet off the floor at exactly the same time, landing on his side with a spectacular flop.  And he does this every single night, regardless of his mood or energy level.

    2) He regularly has deep introspective conversations with me about who he would be if he were a super hero.  He almost always decides he’d be Batman, but we have to have the conversation anyway.

    3) He loves to cook big elaborate Saturday morning breakfasts for the boys and me.

    4) He struggles with where to use the words ‘gone’ or ‘went.’  What I find so adorable is that he knows he has this problem and often stops to think about which one to use, and then invariably chooses the wrong one anyway.

    5) He has to have a favorite character on every show we watch.  This character might change from week to week, but there is ALWAYS a favorite.

    6) He knew he wanted his first born son to be named Corbin before we ever met.  And while I tell people its a word out of the Bible that means a gift set aside for God, he actually got the name from the Bruce Willis character in the movie Fifth Element.

    7) If he could live anywhere in the world it would be in the mountains in British Columbia Canada.

    8 ) He isn’t afraid of anything…except SHARKS!

    9) He knows more about vampires and zombies than he knows about Geography, Classic Literature or American History.  If they made a monster version of Trivial Pursuit he would own your a** every time.

    10) His pet name for both of our boys is ‘Ninja.’

    11) Although he didn’t always do well in a class room environment, he can sit down with just about any programming language manual and teach it to himself in a week.

    12) He is one of the most servant hearted people I’ve ever met.  He treats strangers like friends and friends like family, and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for a person in need.

    13) He tries not to be to messy when it comes to our house, but when it comes to his car, all bets are off!  The boys and I won’t even go near the thing for fear of what might be living in the glove box or sticking to the door handle!

    14)  His favorite band of all time is 311 but his music tastes  are pretty varied these days.

    15) He paid every cent of his own way through college by working as a full time projectionist at a movie theater, waiting tables and later doing web design with his best friend Luke.

    16) He and I met while we were both waiting tables at Princeton’s Grill.

    17) He hates gangster movies because he finds them really troubling, but horror movies don’t phase him.

    18) He can and has fixed just about everything around our house by himself from the dryer to the garbage disposal to the garage door.

    19) He can’t wait until the boys get older so that he can coach their Pee Wee Soccer team.

    20) He has a series of dances, all of which are named after animals, that he does when he is in a good mood.  Ie: the happy bear dance, the crazy monkey dance and so on and so forth.  The dance moves are all pretty much the same, its just his facial expression that varies from one dance to the next.

    21) His favorite junk food is Crystals and his favorite beer is Guinness.

    22) He was in a Johnny Cash music video when he was a toddler.

    23) Even though he is 29 his family still buys him Star Wars toys for every Christmas and Birthday.

    24) He hardly ever gets sick so when he does its as if the world might end (this one comes to mind because he is currently on day 5 of a rather nasty sinus infection and dear Lord is he ever feeling pitiful!)

    25) He makes sound effects for just about everything he does…God really knew what he was doing when he gave this man sons!

    The Wean Machine

    Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

    I have written about my struggles with hyperemesis and postpartum depression on this blog, so by now its no secret that my body does not handle hormone fluctuations well.  For some reason I used to be pretty ashamed of this fact.  I saw it as a sign of weakness that I couldn’t function under the same conditions that everyone else could.  But in the last year or so I have tried to show myself a little more grace, and to remind myself that most people deal with some form of physical weakness from time to time.   I think I am coming to accept that this just happens to be one of mine.

    So with this in mind I went to see my doctor today to discuss some related problems I have been having over the last few months.  One of the things that she strongly recommended I do in order to help regulate my hormone fluctuations is to go ahead and wean Bennett a bit earlier than I had planned.  Although the thought of this makes me a little sad, particularly as he is my last biological child and therefor the last child I will nurse, I agree with her that this is what will ultimately be in the best interest of both me and my family.  The main problem I am facing is that I really do not remember how to do this.  I nursed Corbin until he was exactly a year old at which point I switched him over to whole milk in a sippy cup.  But Bennett is only nine and a half months old.  He is eating baby food and/or cereal three times a day and nursing around four.  He takes occasional sips of water out of a sippy cup but nothing in terms of actual ounces, and he has never gotten used to a bottle.  I don’t know if I should begin to supplement with formula or milk at this age, and because I have been nursing I have no idea how many ounces of milk he takes in or how many ounces of formula/milk I should be giving him as I cut out feedings.  He also has some pretty strong opinions about food tastes and textures and is not beyond gagging himself or just flat out refusing something that he doesn’t want to eat.  So basically I am asking for any suggestions, advice and wisdom that you mommies out there might have to offer me on the subject of weaning a baby this age.

    Personal What?

    Monday, January 19th, 2009

    Bennett has been extremely needy with me today and Corbin talked pretty much continuously since he opened his eyes this morning.  So when Chris got home he offered to hang out with the boys so I could have a few minutes to myself.  There is just one problem: Children do NOT grasp the concept of personal space!

    I had barely sat down in the living room when here comes Corbin, pushing his brother in his walker.  Corbin climbed onto the arm of my chair and started rambling on meaningfully about Lord only knows what, so I looked at him and said, “hey buddy, I love you very much but right now I just need some mommy time to be by myself.”  He replied, “Yeah, I need some Corbin time too right now….so can you move over, there isn’t enough room for me in this chair.”

    He then followed me upstairs where this exchange took place,

    Corbin: Mommy?

    Me: Corbin I just need a few minutes of no talking OK?

    Corbin: (whispering now) but mommy?

    Me: honey, whispering is still talking.

    Corbin: Oh, (yelling now) I WATCHED LIGHTENING MCQUEEN THIS MORNING!!”

    Me: I know honey, I was there.

    Corbin: Oh yeah!…..So are you done with not talkin now?

    I think maybe I need to find a part time job.

    Tag (but don’t worry)

    Monday, January 19th, 2009

    About two months ago my friend Anna tagged me on her blog to list seven unique or weird things about myself on my blog.  Sadly it has taken me this long to think of seven even somewhat, marginally, possibly unique things about myself.  But whatever.  I can’t think of anything else to write about today and I am SOOOO not going to use this nap time to clean my house …..so here it goes:

    1) When I was a toddler living in Toronto Canada I used to go to sleep to a Lullaby tape by a woman named Pam Mark Hall.  My favorite song on the album was called ‘Goodnight Emily.’  Many years later when we were living in Nashville, I became close friends with a girl from my church who was also named Emily.  After a while it came up in conversation that her mother used to be a Christian singer back in the 80’s and had made a children’s album that featured a song dedicated to her daughter.  Yes that’s right, it turned out that my best friend was the same Emily from my childhood lullaby tape.   Small world and whatnot, Eh?

    2) I have worked as an administrative assistant, waitress, nanny and ‘master beader’ -that’s for you Kari and Shai ;) but my very first and very favorite job was working on a large horse farm.  Three other kids and I got paid minimum wage to feed and water the horses, muck out their stalls, dump buckets of horse manure that weighed as much as we did onto the back of a spreader, turn out the horses, cobweb the stalls, fill the outdoor water troughs, throw down hay bails from the loft and generally get as dirty and smelly as we could possibly get in the process.  I did this every Saturday from 6 a.m. until 5 p.m. in the bitter cold and sweltering heat from the time I was thirteen until I was almost fifteen, at which point I had saved up enough money to buy a horse of my own.  I have never been so tired or or so satisfied after a day of work in my entire life.

    3)I did not send birth announcements out for either of my children.  (Gasp!!)  There was no particular reason for this except that I just never really got around to it.  I did however have one printed out for each of them to put in their baby books.  I figure they (or rather their future wives and daughters) will never know or care that they were never actually sent out….unless of course one of you now decides to rat me out.  Nobody likes a snitch you know!

    4) When Chris and I were dating we used to play Tony Hawk III on the Play Station 2 all the time.  I got so obsessed with it that I could score million point combo’s on just about every level and I could beat the entire game by myself in a couple of hours.  As if that is not embarrassing enough to admit, Chris used to take great enjoyment out of challenging his friends to play against me and then mocking them when they lost to a girl.  Thank goodness we had children early or Lord only knows how much deeper I might have allowed him to suck me into the depths of hard core gaming!

    5)I have what could probably qualify as the worst sense of direction known to man.  When I was in high school I routinely turned the wrong way out of classrooms (and keep in mind there were only two hallways in my entire school). My best friend had to tape a big L and R on her passenger side vanity mirror because I was constantly getting my right and left mixed up.  And the first time I tried to drive to Knoxville I made it all the way to Chattanooga before I realized I was going the wrong way!  (remember that Jo?)  The funny thing is that in spite of all this I still try to tell Chris which route I think he should take when he is driving.

    6)I have only ever been on two sports teams in my enitre life.  I was a member of a T-ball team called the BlueJays when I was four, but I quit after the first game because when the ball came to me all of my team mates left their positions and swarmed around me trying to get the ball.  I told my parents that I refused to play with people who couldn’t abide by the rules of the game.  And in high school I was a member of the golf team for one semester.  I went to practice twice (never actually making contact with the ball when I swung the club) and never attended a single….game….match?  Whatever they call it in golf, I didn’t go.  But don’t worry, I still got the PE credit.

    7) Ummm…well, I had an eyebrow ring for my first semester of college!….I know, I know, that’s not even remotely interesting or unique, but it sure did gross my dad out.

    So now of course I am supposed to tag some people to do this too.  So if you read this blog, have your own blog and can’t think of anything else to write about sometime in the future, then I guess you can consider yourself Tagged.  But no pressure, I’m pretty sure this one doesn’t come with any e-curses or anything for people who don’t comply.

    Another First

    Wednesday, January 14th, 2009

    On Monday morning we woke up a little earlier than usual.  I got the boys and myself dressed, packed a healthy meal and a napkin on which I had written ‘I love you’ in Corbin’s new lunch box, and then we all loaded into the car and drove our big boy to his very first day of school.  We have visited the idea of putting Corbin into preschool several times over the last year or so, but each time we decided that the timing just wasn’t right yet.  But ever since I toured this particular school last month, met the program directors and teachers, found out the cost and learned that they offered one day a week slots, I have just had an incredible peace that this is the right place and time for Corbin to take his first baby steps toward independence.  So anyway, back to the first day.  I was sort of anticipating tears (both from Corbin and myself) but in reality the day was just far too exciting for tears.  We arrived a few minutes early, which gave me a wonderful chance to pray with my eager little guy before we headed in.  When we got out of the car Corbin insisted on walking on his own and carrying his own backpack and lunch box.  He put his lunch box in his classroom bin, said good morning to his teacher and then immediately set about picking out a pair of safety scissors to practice his cutting.  This, in my opinion, is a stroke of genius on his teacher’s part.  Rather than having children walk into a time of free play, which can sometimes be chaotic and overwhelming, this teacher has them doing a fun activity that they probably don’t do too often at home.  The goodbye was short and sweet, and he was all smiles as Bennett and I left the classroom.

    I have to say, I was kind of amazed at how quickly the day passed.  Bennett and I went over to my mom’s house and then out to Home Depot to help her pick out some paint.  We had just enough time to grab a quick lunch and let Ben have a little doze before it was time to go pick up big brother.  When we got to the school Corbin was lounging in the reading center with the rest of his classmates.  His teacher said that he had been happy and incredibly involved all day.  Apparently he had eagerly participated in each and every classroom activity throughout the day and had introduced himself to every single new person he met.  As we were driving home I asked him what his favorite part of the day was.  His answer:  I liked the paintin and the stories and the singin, and cuttin wiff scissors and playin outside, and doin bowlin in the gym and playin wiff the cash register and the goldfish snack!  Needless to say, he is pretty excited about going back next week.  Now I know that there may be tears somewhere down the road, but I am just thrilled that his first day was such a posative experience all around.  Here are a few first day of school pictures.

    Processing Update

    Saturday, January 10th, 2009

    I am feeling much better emotionally tonight.  We spent the day at my parent’s house relaxing, watching football and just being loved on.  My good friend Jamie, who has just given birth to her second daughter (check out Snowbubbles and Flowers for some adorable pictures), sent me these wonderful verses today.  I feel so peaceful and comforted every time I read them.  The entire Psalm is just full of hope and encouragement.  I am so thankful for this word and for the Godly woman who spoke it into my life today.

    Psalm 34: 4-7
    ” I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me.  He freed me from all my fears.  Those who look to him for help will be radiant with joy; no shadow of shame will darken their faces.  In my desperation I prayed, and the Lord listened; he saved me from all my troubles.  For the angel of the Lord is a guard; he surrounds and defends all who fear him.”

    Processing

    Saturday, January 10th, 2009

    I don’t really know how to phrase this eloquently (or even coherently) but something horrible, and yet incredible happened yesterday.  I was carrying Bennett down the stairs and I tripped.  I started to fall forward and Bennett somehow came out of my arms.  He was hurled forward through the air at least five feet before he came down hard on his head on the wooden part of the steps.  He then tumbled down another three or four steps landing again on his head and neck.  I fell on my right side and tumbled down half the staircase so it was a few second before I could stop my own fall to grab him.  I laid him on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.  He screamed almost instantly but he did not move right away.  Corbin had been going down the stairs ahead of us on the left hand side, which was a blessing because if he had been going down on the right we would have both hit him on our way down.

    I usually react well in a crisis and tend to know what needs to be done.  But apparently that does not hold true when one of my children is involved.  My first call was to Chris and it must have been a terrifying one for him because both of the boys and I were hysterical.  He left work immediately and tried to call the pediatrician to see what we should do.  Unfortunately their phone system was messed up and we couldn’t get through to a triage nurse.  Bennett was still screaming and I noticed a swelling gash on the side of his head.  I tried to call the doctor again but could not get through, so I called 911.  It was at this point that Bennett started kicking his legs and waving his arms as he screamed which gave me a little bit of comfort.  I explained the situation to the operator and, in typical unassuming Canadian fashion, kept apologizing for calling.  The operator was so kind and kept reassuring me that it was always a good idea to call 911 when a head injury was involved and that this is what they are there for.  The EMT’s arrived at the exact same time as Chris did (which was less than 5 minutes after I called them) and by that time Bennett had calmed down a bit.  They were so kind as they checked him out.  They told us that he looked alright and wasn’t showing any of the typical signs of head trauma.  They did recommend that we either let them take him to the ER or that we take him to his doctor right away just to be sure.  I tried the pediatrician again and was able to get someone on the phone this time, so we opted to take him there rather than subject him to a scary ambulance ride.

    At the pediatrician’s office the doctor saw us immediately and was so incredibly kind, compassionate and thorough in her examination.  Although she also didn’t see any of the obvious signs of head trauma she was slightly concerned by the fact that he hadn’t moved for the first minute or so after the fall and that he was still very fussy.  She sent us to have an x-ray taken of his neck just to make sure everything was alright.  The x-ray took virtually no time and by that time Bennett was returning to his normal self.  In fact the technicians even commented on how nice it was to see a baby smiling because children are rarely happy when they are being held in place on a cold table by unfamiliar people.  But that is our Bennett.  He is so trusting and there is just something inside him that wants to be happy.  The doctor called us back within the hour with wonderful news.  The scan was fine and it appears that the only injury our sweet little man sustained was the gash on his head.  I don’t even know how to describe my gratitude for such an incredible outcome.  As I watched him fall so far, and come down so hard, I was sure that he had broken his neck.  To see him crawling around this morning, playing with toys and laughing with his brother as if nothing ever happened, its almost more that my heart can take.  I am trying very hard to just focus on how incredibly thankful I am, but today I am physically and emotionally very sore.

    When I talked to my dad about the accident this morning he helped me put words to what I was feeling.  He reminded me that he and I tend to be overly cautious people. We spend a great deal of time thinking about all of the possible things that could go wrong in any given situation and how we can go about preventing them.  So when something happens anyway, something that we didn’t anticipate or that is out of our control, it really eats away at us.  We rehash it over and over in our minds trying to figure out what we could have done differently in order to prevent the accident from happening.  In my case I tend to beat myself up with blame.  I know that God wants to help me let this go, and I know in my heart that it is not my careful planning that keeps my children safe and breathing.  But for right now I just can’t seem to stop replaying the entire scene over and over in my head.  Every time I close my eyes he is falling out of my arms again, coming down hard on his head again, screaming in pain and fear again.  It might take some time for me to be able to let that image go, and to forgive myself for not being……I don’t know what, but somehow more than I am.

    Doctor Doom

    Thursday, January 8th, 2009

    So is it just me or does anyone else leave the pediatrician’s office feeling like the worst parent in the world?  Yesterday Corbin and I took Bennett in for his nine month check up and his six month shots.  His actual age is eight and a half months old but he had double ear infections at his six month check up which was closely followed by another set of ear infections and a nasty cold, and then the holidays hit and….well what can I say, I just never got around to making the appointment.  So with his nine month check up just around the corner we decided to split the difference and do it all right now.  Anyway, back to the whole ‘I’m a totally negligent mother’ thing.  Before we see the doctor the nurse always comes in and asks a series of questions relating to the child’s health, development, environment and eating habits.  Yesterday’s interrogation, I mean interview, went something like this:

    Nurse: So you stay at home with the boys?

    Me: Yes.  Every day.  All day.  Day, after day, after day, after day….

    Nurse: (humorless chuckle) So is he crawling or pulling up yet?

    Me: Yes.  He started army crawling over the holidays, and if we stand him up by the couch he can hold on for a few seconds before he falls down…..I mean not that we let him fall down a lot.  We usually try to catch him.

    Corbin: Ya, but sometimes he hurts himself and then he cries.

    Nurse: (smiling) So is he able to play peek-a-boo?

    Me: Umm, well, I don’t really know.  I guess he can but I’ve never really seen him…

    Corbin interrupting: Sure he can!  He plays it with me and daddy all the time!

    Me: (laughing nervously) Ah, well there ya go.  He can play peek-a-boo.

    Nurse: And pat-a-cake, can he play that?

    Me: Well see there again, I’ve never actually tried to play it with him.  But you know, he seems like a pretty capable guy, so I’ll bet he could given the opportunity.

    Nurse: I see, and is he drinking well out of a sippy cup now?

    Me: Oh, well, I didn’t actually know that he could have one of those yet….But he seems to manage alright when he steals his brother’s cup and takes a swig.

    Nurse: Alright, well it would probably be a good idea to go ahead and start giving him his own cup now. (then looking at Corbin) we don’t want to share germs do we?

    Awkward Pause as Corbin tries to figure out what germs are and why its OK not to share them with our brother.

    Nurse: So is he able to feed himself with his index finger and thumb?

    Me: Umm…well, not really.  But then again I don’t really give him any finger foods.  I gave him a puff once and he gagged himself on it.  I think he might have texture issues cause he gags himself on baby food peas too, I mean like to the point of throwing up.  I can’t blame him though cause you should see me when I get a little bit of chicken fat in my mouth, I mean talk about texture issues!…….But anyway, he does use his thumb and index finger to bring really small toys to his mouth….I mean not that I let him chew on little toys of course, its just that you know, with older brother around some toys have little pieces and now that Bennett is crawling I don’t always remember to make Corbin play with them in another room…I mean not that I let my children play unattended in other rooms, its just that…oh never mind.

    It went on like this for another five or ten minutes until the nurse finally told us that she had everything she needed and the doctor wold be in shortly.  The wait provided me with just enough time to contemplate my physician induced verbal diarrhea and to agonize over how gracious the poor nurse had been in light of my absolute stupidity.  And then the doctor arrived and things pretty much went from bad to worse.  He asked me if I had been massaging Bennett’s blocked tear duct at least three times a day.  I lied and said that I had but in actuality its been more like once a day….ish.  Then he asked me if he had any teeth yet and I told him he did not.  He took a quick look into Bennett’s mouth and informed me that in fact two of his bottom front teeth have broken through the surface.  I tried to laugh it off, but I swear those little buggers must have come in over the last three hours!  He then moved onto his skin.  He asked me what I was doing to treat Bennett’s eczema and I told him which products we were using and that we had cut back on his baths during the winter time.  He very kindly informed me that while the products I was using were probably not doing anything to exacerbate the condition, they were also doing nothing to help it.  He then instructed me to wash him in a special soap no more than once every second or third day and to buy a specific lotion and rub it all over his body at least three times a day.  He also suggested that I use hydrocortizone cream at least once a day on any areas that are more severely affected. Between all of that, the tear duct massage and the daily dose of liquid vitamin D that pediatricians are now recommending mothers give their children, I think I’m going to have to hire a nanny for Corbin! And just to make me feel a little more guilty and incompetent, Bennett had fluid on his ears the last two times we visited the pediatrician and this visit showed no improvement.  So the doctor ordered two tests, one to measure the amount of fluid and one to determine how much he is actually hearing.  Apparently my claims that he was hearing perfectly didn’t hold much water at this stage in the game.  After the hearing tests poor Bennett had to have one finger prick and three shots, which left him a very unhappy camper.

    And just to put the icing on the crappy mother cupcake, Corbin informed the doctor as we were leaving that Santa had not come to our house this year and that he and Bennett had received absolutely no Christmas gifts.  The doctor just laughed and gave me one of those sympathetic, “bless your heart” smiles as he walked out the door.  At which point I scooped up my two grumpy children (only one of whom was wearing a coat) and carried them out into the pouring rain.  Perfect!

    Anosmia

    Sunday, January 4th, 2009

    Anosmia is defined as the absence or loss of the sense of smell.  It can be a temporary or a permanent condition and its causes include but are not limited to: a congenital defect, chronic sinus infections, nasal polyps, certain brain disorders and overuse of vasoconstricting nasal sprays.

    Why, you may ask, am I sharing this seemingly random little bit of medical trivia with my blogging audience today?  Well, because for the last four days I have been completely unable to smell a darn thing, and quite frankly I’m starting to get a little freaked out.  I had a bad sinus infection last week from which I am still on the mend, but besides having to blow my nose from time to time I have no trouble breathing through my nostrils.  I spent the better part of the day yesterday inhaling everything from raw onions to dirty diapers, but to absolutely no avail.  And because the senses of smell and taste are so closely related I am missing virtually all of the flavor in the food that I eat.  I can tell if something is savory or sweet but other than that my palate is numb.  We went out for Mexican food with some friends last night and I asked the waitress to bring me something really hot to see if I could taste it.  She brought me a habanero salsa that was so hot just a tiny taste had Chris’ eyes watering for 10 minutes.  I ate about 1/2 teaspoon of the stuff on a chip and all I felt was a little tingle on the tip of my tongue!  I’m sure that its only a temporary condition caused by the infection, but I am starting to wonder when the heck my sense of smell is going to come back.  Being a stay at home mom is a job that involves all of the senses and I can think of quite a few things that would be pretty tricky to do without a sense of smell.  Cooking a meal, knowing when the baby has a dirty diaper or the trash needs to go out and recognising the smell of something burning are just a few that come to mind.  And lets not even talk about how incredibly unfair it would be to have a giant honker like mine that serves absolutely no utilitarian purpose!

    A Few More Holiday Pictures

    Friday, January 2nd, 2009

    My little Cutie McCutersons

    Bennett and his John Papa

    Bennett giving Daddy his, “seriously?” face and Corbin and Uncle Dustin trying out Daddy’s new PS3

    Bennett Christmasing it up with Nana Vickie and Uncle Jeff

    Corbin rockin out with Uncle Phil on Boxing day

    OK so that turned out to be more than a few, but just be thankful I didn’t post the video of Chris’ entire side of the family sing along to Elvis’ Blue Christmas!