Mad Dash to the Dentist

Wow…things have been so hectic on my end lately!  But I guess everyone says that – Lord knows I’m no different.  Although Thursday was a heck of a day here because I had to take Baby B (now 18 months) to both the doctor’s and the dentist’s office all in the same day.  Trust me – the dentist’s visit was NOT planned, but after a recommendation from his pediatrician that he be seen, it was off to the dentist’s office we go!

I was pretty peeved at the pediatrician that morning – my appointment was for 9am (1st appointment), and I signed in first – but wasn’t seen until 10am.  And it’s not like the place was crawling with kids either.  When I got there it was one newborn and a tween that signed in after me.  Neither, might I add, seemed to be in distress in any way either.  I mean, WTF?!?!  I know it’s easy to keep a baby quiet – they just sleep anyway – and a 12-year-old can certainly wait a little while.  But did they ever consider how much WORK it was to keep my kid semi-quiet in an approximate 10 x 10 room?!?!  Usually I’m pretty passive and try not to sweat the small stuff, but his pediatrician must’ve sensed I was seething because she apologized profusely and assured me that it wouldn’t happen again.  HA!  We’ll see…

Anyhow, the ped’s visit was a routine check-up and my tank son now weighs 30 freakin’ pounds!  No wonder I can only carry him for really short intervals of time!  Everything else was all good…that is, until she looked in his mouth.  Yeah – just a bit more than a slight discoloration in his teeth.  I knew it probably wasn’t normal, but I didn’t think I’d have to make a dentist appointment…STAT!

My husband wasn’t much help either.  After I called him at work and told him what the pediatrician said, he did what all of us should NOT do – he consulted the doctor-without-a-degree, Google.  Hasn’t anyone ever told him that the last place you want to seek medical advice from is Google?  All Google does is make you think you’re dying scare the crap out of you…

Yeah, scratch that.  Just know that Google is not where you want to start.  So while I’m headed to the dentist thinking that my son has a bone disease and on the verge of tears, my poor boy is happy as a clam and I’m thinking I’m just about to put a wrench in his good day.

THANK GOD for kid-friendly hygienists.  For the life of me I can’t remember her name right now, but I sure hope she’s still around by the time his next visit rolls around!  While the dentist was trying to take a look into my screaming toddler’s mouth, this woman was able to redirect him and acted as a focal point throughout the whole thing.  She was GREAT.

And, no, he does not have a bone disease – just an exterior staining on his teeth.  PHEW!!!  Please remind me of this the next time my husband decides to make a Google consult.

Yes, baby, you can go back to your Cheerios now…

Surprise Day Off Today…WOOT!

After a pretty eventful morning, I have the day off today!

It didn't start out so great, since I had to take MissY to the doctor this morning (almost turned into an ER trip, but thankfully that was avoided).  No need to worry, folks, she's A-OK.

But now, I've got the rest of the day to myself.  Baby B is fast asleep so I've got a little time to…

Hmm…what should I do?  Should I do a few loads of laundry?  Sweep the kitchen floor?  Vacuum the upstairs?  Umm…no.  I'm going to take the little time I do have to catch up on my blog reading, relax, and maybe even spend the afternoon with an hour of Oprah.  Dishes, laundry, and all the other "necessary" tasks can wait.

Uh-oh, my internal To-Do List is going NUTS right now.  Give me a second while I quickly SHUT HER OFF!  Besides, how can I think of all those dreaded chores when I have this waiting for me in about an hour.  {LOVE}

 

Have a great day, peeps!

Happy Easter!

Today has been great!  Not much to post, but we started off the morning with a wonderful breakfast of Chorizo & Eggs:

And ended with a fantastic picture of my kids:

I’m not biased or anything, but aren’t they SOOOO cute?!?!

Happy Easter, everyone!

5-Month-Old Raspberries

My son loves raspberries…no, not those raspberries…but the spitting raspberries! 

All day long…raspberries.

Feeding time…raspberries. (BTW, I got peaches in the face with that one.)

Diaper change…raspberries.

Bath time…raspberries.

Every waking moment of his day has been spent blowing raspberries…and I’ve got 10 soaked bibs to prove it!

Enjoy your peek at 49 seconds in the life of a 5-month-old.

Baby B Raspberries – CLICK HERE to Watch Video

Missed Out on “Mommy of the Year”

Most days I strive to earn that coveted “Mommy of the Year” award.  You know, the one where your child is always on schedule, fed, bathed, and generally thriving.  Well, today I missed the mark…by a long shot.  Put it this way, I’m not even a runner up.

This morning was my son’s first pediatric dermatologist appointment.  Pediatric dermatology is a specialty practice so I had to take Baby B an hour away to see a doctor from the children’s hospital.  (They make rounds a few times a week at various locations.)  This hospital – an hour away – was the nearest option for me.  Ok, cool.  I can handle that.

Usually for doctor’s appointments I have my mom accompany me to sit with him in the backseat and to help me out when needed.  Ideal, right?  But (unfortunately for me) today my mom – who should probably be anointed as a living saint IMHO – was also watching my 3-month-old nephew during the day.  So, I was on my own.  For the first time since he was born.  At five months old.

Ok.  Great.  I can do this, right?  Yeah…no.

First indication that today was just not my day – I get pulled over for speeding A BLOCK AWAY FROM THE HOSPITAL!  Nice cop.  No ticket.  But still.

Then, in the parking lot, pulling out the brand-new stroller that has yet to be used and…

Stuck.  Couldn’t open it.  Roughly 10 minutes spent trying to figure this thing out.  Should’ve carried the manual with me.  I must’ve looked like a complete moron fighting with a stroller.

“Come on, you stupid thing!  Open!  I’m late! UGH!”

I then noticed the plastic hook on the side.  I guess I am a moron. 

Anyway, quickly loaded up the baby and started to power-walk towards the entrance.  Strong gust of wind…and…there goes the blanket.  In the middle of the road.

Wow…what a mess, huh?

Haha…thought it was over?  Not a chance.

Finally settled in at the doctor’s office, baby’s clothes off, placed on the scale, and…

Spit-up.  You have GOT to be kidding me!!!  Gotta clean it up now.  So I (being “Mom of the Year” and all) WALK AWAY from my son (who can roll over) to get a blanket from the diaper bag.  Yeah – leaving him alone in front of the nurse.  Not my proudest moment.

I won’t be venturing out of the house with him alone again anytime soon.

Lesson learned:  From now on, I’ll just go for “Mommy of the Day”.

Weekend Wrap-Up: I Am Sick & Tired of Weekends!

Yes, you read it right…sick & tired. Uh-huh!

Weekends are exhausting…more so than my 9-5.  Constantly on the go.  Whether it’s running errands, attending an activity, or just doing housework – sometimes I can’t wait to get back to the office on Monday morning.

Honestly, I don’t know how you stay-at-home moms do it.  On the weekends kids have to be accounted for, fed, bathed, and entertained – all while doing whatever else needs to be done that weekend.  I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

Take this weekend for example:

Friday night – my brother and family stop by for dinner (and, yes, I cooked too) followed by a visit from my BFF and her family.  When did I rest?  I didn’t.

Saturday – up at 7am with Baby B.  Morning spent doing laundry, cleaning up the kitchen, and other housework/wifey/mommy duties.  Then – time to get ready for dinner to celebrate my sister’s birthday with family. (Olive Garden – YUM!)  But first, made a stop at BuyBuyBaby for some needed items.  By the time I got home, I was so spent that I fell asleep within an hour of being home.  Fed Baby and knocked out.  On the couch.  With Baby B in his swing. Ugh.  Resting? Not a chance.

Sunday – up at 7:30 with Baby B.  Errands and Costco and Target (had to pick up gift).   Back home to Baby. Fed, bathed, dressed and out the door for a birthday party.  More housework then time for bed. Time to relax? Barely.

See what I mean?  Tired.  Burned-out.  Just plain pooped.

Come Monday morning, I get to drive to the office and sit.  Eight hours of blissful rest.  No matter how busy my day is at work, it’s never as busy as my weekends.  And – I know what you’re thinking – spending time with family is so much more rewarding, stop making so many plans, yadda, yadda, yadda.  I know all this.  But I just have a busy life.  It is what it is.

But, that’s it!  No more jam-packed weekends!  A quick look at my calendar tells me I have no plans this weekend.  YESSS!  Think it’ll happen?  We’ll see…

I did manage to take this priceless pic at the birthday party though…my favorite boys.  Two peas in a pod.

About Baby B

When I first found out I was pregnant I was ecstatic, elated, sooooo happy!  Immediately I had visions of baby dresses, pigtails and dolls.  My daughter would soon be eleven so it had been a LONG time since I had a little peanut growing inside of me.

All doctor appointments went well and I couldn’t wait for the first images of my little girl.

Then, I heard those words.  “Congratulations!  You’re having a boy!”

Hold up.  A what?!?!  NOOOOOOO!  That can’t be right.  Check again, I’m having a girl.

Nope.  Absolutely not.  Most definitely a boy.  In that moment all my dreams of finally having another little girl to play dress-up with were over.  In an instant.  I’m not proud to say that I was disappointed…a little.

No baby dresses.  No pigtails.  No dolls.

Instead, those images were replaced with baseballs, footballs, and blue.  Lots of blue.

What was I going to do?  I don’t know the first thing about sports.  I’m going to have to run?  Dribble a ball?  What was I going to do with a boy?

Then, my boy came.  Baby B.  Cutest. Baby. Ever.

Immediately, I was in love.  I wanted to eat his chubby cheeks.  He was beautiful.  Everything I never knew I always wanted.

Now, at five months (he will be on Wednesday) he is my world.  I love his screeches sounds, his face, his everything.  The way he looks at me with those adorable still-grey eyes that tell me that he loves me right back.  Baby B.  My son.

AND…he even looks like me!

When he was born I was convinced that I was merely an incubator…both of my kids resemble their fathers.  I was only necessary to bake ‘em for 9 months, I thought.  Then my dad sent me that photo and, FINALLY, I can see ME in Baby B.

Now I know exactly what I will do as he gets older.

Love him.  Always.

That’s all a child really needs anyway.

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