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  • My little graduate!

    Date: 2011.11.13 | Category: parenting | Response: 2

    When Katie was 11 months old we took her in to the doctor for the croup.  While at the office she was weighed and we discovered that since her 6 month exam she had completely fallen off the growth charts.  The urgent care doctor was actually far more concerned about her weight than about her croup and started throwing around terms like “failure to thrive”; she urged us to see our pediatrician ASAP.  Our pediatrician was much more reassuring, and with her advice (and that of the dietician she referred us to) we started a regimen designed to put some weight on our girl.  And we did have some success.  Kate put on enough weight that she crept onto the growth charts and has stayed there (even if just barely!).  Unfortunately, Kate spent so much of her awake time in the high chair that we started to see her lag behind in some of her developmental milestones.  One of the key things that I noticed was that Kate wouldn’t usually respond to her own name.  She also was not pointing to familiar objects in books, following even the simplest of commands, making any animal sounds, etc.  She was still very babyish in her behavior.  At 16 months we were referred to our local Child Find / Developmental Pathways for a comprehensive evaluation of Kate.  They determined that she did not have global delays (delays across every area of development) as I feared, but she did have significant delays in receptive language (she tested at 9-12 months in this area) and slight delays in gross motor skills (she was only a few months behind, but should have been walking on her own).

    Fortunately we live in an area where were are eligible for services through the county at no cost to us.  They offered us 3 sessions of speech therapy a month and we decided to give Kate another month or so to see if she would catch up on her gross motor skills and then re-evaluate her need for services with a physical therapist.  When it came to her gross motor skills, Kate took care of that problem on her own.  At 17 months Katie decided that she was ready to walk and she just took off.  When that girl finally took her first steps she literally walked from one end of the house to the other!  By the time we saw the physical therapist for her re-evaluation she had caught up to her peers and showed no sign of slowing down.

    Her speech problems were not solved quite as easily, and thus started a new Tuesday morning routine.  Each week we met with a therapist who taught us tricks to engage Kate’s attention and teach her joint attention.  Things like clapping while calling her name and then tapping her near the eye to get her to look at us, physically helping her point to the objects in the books we were reading, playing lots of games like Patty Cake and Ring Around the Rosie.  We worked to make sure that we would stop and catch her attention while giving a command and then give her a chance to respond appropriately or physically help her to complete the task.  We started forcing Kate to use her words or sign language to request what she wanted rather than responding to her cues.  We started narrating her every move to increase her familiarity with the words that go with her actions.

    Right around 20 months I felt like Katie’s “lightbulb” went on.  All of a sudden she doubled and then tripled her vocabulary.  She started responding to commands and to the events going on around her appropriately.  She started requesting books by name and pointing to the pictures in them.  I would hear her singing the alphabet tune or Jesus Loves Me.  She started identifying people by name and interacting with us conversationally.  I mentioned the changes I was noticing to our therapist and she agreed that Kate had all of a sudden jumped into the land of “age appropriate behavior”.  I asked for her opinion regarding continuing therapy and we decided to run Kate through the battery of tests to evaluate her again.  (I say this jokingly- most of the questions were directed at me or were answered by the therapist herself through observation.)  We decided that it seemed Kate’s language skills had reached or surpassed expected levels.  Our therapist then brought in a specialist who interacted with Kate and did a formal re-evaluation and she discovered that Kate was testing at 24 months for her expressive and receptive language skills-an increase of more than 12 months in her development in only 5 months!  Way to go Katie Mae!

    This prompted a meeting with our regular therapist and our service coordinator to officially “graduate” Kate from her services.  And here is where I realized just how blessed (fortunate, favored, etc) we really are.  Both ladies told me that in all of their combined years of experience this was the first time that either of them had graduated a child from speech therapy after only five months.  Ever.  They both said that most children end up in therapy for several years at least, requiring intervention from multiple specialists and often continuing to receive help well into their school years.  Both women were amazed at Kate’s rapid progress and delightful response to early intervention.

    So here is where I thank God for our sweet Kate.  I praise Him for our little girl and for getting us just the right help at just the right time to give Kate the kick start she needed.  I consider it nothing short of a miracle.

    Kate Talking 11-12-11

    (click on the link for a video of Kate showing off her stuff)

    Thanks for walking through this short, but challenging journey with us.  I am so thankful to have you with me along the way!

  • Why I don’t take my kids to the grocery store

    Date: 2011.10.11 | Category: just blabbing, parenting | Response: 0

    I went the the grocery store last night at 8:30. While there I heard two different parents deal with their screaming, whining children. One little boy flung himself down on the ground and insisted that his mom carry him. She had her hands full of grocery bags and couldn’t pick him up if she wanted to. Of course in my snooty superiority I thought to myself, “Hello, it’s 9 pm! Put your kid to bed!” But I also thought ,”This is why I come at night all by myself. I’m so thankful I don’t have both kids with me.”

    There are lots of good reasons to take my kids with me when I go grocery shopping. I know lots of parents who always shop with their kids. They cite a lot of valid reasons. The kids learn to help by getting items off a shelf or “helping” to figure out which item is a better bargain. It teaches them patience. Delayed gratification. That you don’t always get a treat when you go to the store. That being part of a family requires participating in family chores. I know- there are tons of reasons I should take them. But I rarely do. And here’s why…

    Today we had 3 errands to run. We had an hour before Kate’s appointment to fill up the gas and get a car wash, go to the library and go to the bank. Since two of those errands didn’t even require us to get out of the car I was optimistic that it could happen. The fill up went fine and both kids giggled and loved the first part of the car wash. And then it got loud and Kate freaked. The poor girl was hysterical- totally panicked, sobbing, wailing for me. JT was so sweet, offering reassurances along with me, “It’s ok Katie. I know it’s loud but it’s not scary. Don’t be scared Katie.” She wasn’t buying any of it. It was five minutes of total meltdown.

    We pulled out of the gas station and headed to the library. Usually I bring the stroller in, but we were pressed for time and the location of my parking spot meant I would have to walk the long way around the lot if I brought it, where if we all walked we could cut straight across. I decided to carry Kate (and calm her down anyway) and let JT walk. Only Kate, in all of her 20 months has NEVER learned to help hold on while being carried. That girl is ALWAYS dead weight and ends up sliding halfway down my leg (often taking my clothes with her) resulting in a very difficult journey. Especially when my other hand is holding the hand of my three year old. Once inside the library I had to set her down and let her walk (so I could at least return my shirt and ill fitting maternity pants to their proper positions- and when I say proper I mean both their correct and modest positions!) and then I remembered the other reason why I always use the stroller. Because Kate pulls every book, video, CD, etc off the shelves that she can get her hands on. We found a few videos for the kids (the Laurie Berkner Band and the Mr. Ray Show in case you’re wondering), I cleaned up several videos Kate had thrown on the floor, and then we headed to the stacks for the book I was looking for. It was about then that I realized the most horrible stench was coming from my sweet girl. Horrible, gag inducing diaper smell. And I wasn’t even standing near her- she had wandered at least 10 feet away. I quickly scanned the shelf for my book, but nope- all checked out. “Well,” I thought as I returned the 5 books Kate had just pulled down, “we’ll see what’s in the new releases.” At the new release shelf is a bench. JT climbed up called Katie to come up with him. She started wailing and I see that he’s grabbed her by the arm and is trying to pull her on to the bench that way, which isn’t working. I picked Kate up and set her next to JT and she immediately flung herself back off the bench and landed nose first on the floor. Then the screaming really started. Full blown, “I hated that car wash, I’m hurt, I stink, I’ve had enough and I’m not going to take it any more” screaming. I picked Kate up to cuddle and shush her at which point JT decided it was a good time to stand up on the bench and jump up and down and yell. IN THE LIBRARY. I took all this as my cue to leave. We scanned JT’s items and raced out the door. At the car I changed Kate’s diaper on the passenger seat while she squirmed and flailed and tried to flip over relentlessly. With the putrid smelling diaper on the floor of the car I zipped us to our next destination, the bank.

    As we pulled into the bank JT remembered that once (at least a year ago) the nice lady at the drive through window gave him a sucker. He politely requested that we go to the drive up window again so he could get another sucker. Since we were running so tight on time I decided that we were going to use the drive through ATM instead. JT didn’t like my choice and protested very vocally. The entire time. Setting Kate off again. And our whole car smells like that diaper.

    Once home we raced into the house, I brought in the milk from the porch that I had forgotten to retrieve hours earlier and I saw that we had maybe 2 minutes before Kate’s therapist arrived to clean up the tornado that had struck our play room. Just as JT started putting away blocks I got a text from the therapist that she was running 20 minutes late. We finished cleaning up the toys with at least 10 minutes to spare, plenty of time for making a new mess. During that time Kate threw 4 balls out Mollie’s door. Kate and JT fought over every toy either of them touched. Kate fell down and hurt herself at least 5 times requiring me to calm her down. And JT found every way to make as much noise as possible in an attempt to make me crazy.

    Our sweet therapist finally showed up to total chaos. Kate was exhausted, miserable, unwilling to go to her, fussy, and everything made her cry. Plus she keeps saying “Car wash. Scary. Cried. Water loud.” I think I’ve permanently traumatized her. JT on the other hand, was amped, making as much noise as possible, banging on drums, throwing toys, spitting, and causing a ruckus. Toys had managed to spread out all over the floor again. All of this had gotten Mollie excited, so she was jumping up and barking and getting all in our space. Awesome. Halfway through her therapy I finally took pity on Kate and put her down for her nap.

    That was my morning. And that is why I don’t take my kids to the grocery store.

  • This is the stuff no one warns you about

    Date: 2011.09.30 | Category: parenting | Response: 0

    This morning I went in to get Kate up from her crib and discovered that her diaper had exploded, leaving Kate and her crib covered in poop.  The kids were due for baths anyway, so I decided to go ahead and bathe them on the spot.  I stripped Kate and her bed, and then went in to get JT.  He too had pooped overnight, and as I was changing his diaper I let Kate run around nekked.  I finished JT’s diaper and told Kate to come join me in the bathroom.  When she followed I saw that she had pooped on the carpet in his room!  I whisked her back to her changing table, wiped her bottom and then cleaned up his carpet.  I finally got both kids in the bathtub and scrubbed them down.  After baths I wrapped Kate in her towel and set her on the bathroom floor- where she promptly peed all over.  As I brought her back into her room to finally get a diaper on that girl I caught the dog licking the poopy laundry in her hamper.  Seriously?  What a nasty nasty morning.

    my little stinkers in the bath this morning

  • A Shirt for Kate

    Date: 2011.07.13 | Category: crafts, parenting | Response: 12

    I needed a new shirt for Kate- I had something specific in mind and I searched everywhere.  OK, I only made it to Kohls, Target and Babies R Us, but that was it, I was done looking.  At BRU I found a shirt on the clearance rack that I decided I could make work- it was super cute and would just need a little tweaking.  It already had several types of fonts and stitching, so I hoped my additions would look like they were supposed to be there.

    I found this shirt

    Then I opened up a word document and played with some fonts until I found one that coordinated well with what the shirt already had going on.  I printed it and cut it out and then placed it on the shirt to check the size and the spacing- I ended up reprinting it several times to get it just right.  Then I taped it to the inside of the shirt, held it up to the light and traced the letters.  Once I had the outline for my stitches I used two colors of embroidery floss to sew the word and symbol on the shirt and added a few other details to pull the color through the whole shirt.  I am so happy with how it came out!

    That’s right!  Soon Kate will be a big sister too!  We are thrilled to be expecting baby #3 in late Feb or early March.  Hooray!  And I think this explains my lack of posts lately… back to back vacations, pregnancy exhaustion, and extra work hours.  Whew!

    So, back to the shirt.  Here are a few close ups…

    The shirt already had embroidery- all I added in this shot is the word “Big” and the “&” sign.  Everything else was there.

    On this side I added the little green heart and the purple knots.

    The next challenge was getting both kids to smile for a picture while both shirts were visible and readable.  This proved to be completely beyond our abilities.

    Oh well.  Maybe next time!  If we couldn’t get two kids to smile, how will we ever manage to get three kids to cooperate for a picture???

    Thanks for reading my blog.  It’s fun to share this news with you!

  • Off Limits

    Date: 2011.06.23 | Category: book review, parenting | Response: 0

    I finished reading a book yesterday that literally made me sick to my stomach.  I could hardly stand to turn each page, and yet I pressed on through the end.  Off Limits: A Parent’s Guide to Keeping Kids Safe from Sexual Abuse was so difficult to read, yet contained such important information that it was worth the effort.  Written by Sandy K. Wurtele and Feather Berkower, two child sexual abuse prevention professionals, this book explains how abuse occurs, and debunks many of the myths surrounding molestation.  In this generation, when as many as 1 in 8 children are sexually abused, it is worth knowing steps that I can take to protect my children and to recognize signs of abuse in other children.

    Written in a straightforward manner, with lots of references, personal stories, resources, and ideas to safeguard your family, this book was both informative and practical.  A lot of attention was paid to teaching parents how to raise their children to be body safe and how to encourage open communication about our bodies and sex.  Much of this book covered children and the relationships they have with trusted authority figures, since these are the relationships with the most risks and opportunities for abuse to occur.  Parents are given boundaries to set for the relationships your child has and are given techniques to discourage would be abusers.  Parents are also given specific rules to teach their children about body safety and the importance of having a no secret policy in place in your family.

    I found this book to be well written and very informative and practical.  I checked my copy out from the library, but went ahead and made photo copies (as encouraged by the authors!) of several pages near the back with rules and guidelines that I can institute in our home.  I highly recommend this book for all parents and for teachers and others who work with children.

  • JTisms

    Date: 2011.06.18 | Category: parenting | Response: 2

    Man I love this kid.  He sure comes up with the funniest ways of saying things.  I thought it was time for some of his latest and greatest…

    The wind blew one of our patio chairs over.  JT said “It wants to lay down and take a rest.”

    I told JT “You look good!”  He replied “I don’t look good- I look blue and orange!” (the colors of his shirt)

    If we ask JT where something is and he doesn’t know he’ll say “It’s somewhere.”

    Mollie (our dog) came home with a new haircut and he enthusiastically told her “I like your new haircut, Mollie!”

    bounce house = “boundy house”

    instead of saying that something is tangled up he says it’s “all bungled up” or “all buckled up”

    JT called the sidewalk the “walking side”

    JT noticed a new freckle on his hand.  First he thought it was poop and kept trying to wipe it off.  When I explained what it was JT said “I don’t like it mommy!  Get it off!”  He still mentions it every few days- he calls it his “sparkle”.

    instead of “I would like” JT says “Could I like?”

    pretzels = “prencils”
    pencils = “prencils”

    I entered JT’s bedroom one morning and the first thing he said was “I was still hungry last night.  I ate my pez.”  Sure enough, he had climbed up on top of his short dresser to reach the top of his tall dresser and eaten 2 entire sleeves of pez!  Needless to say he’s not getting more for a while.  A few mornings later I noticed something red in his teeth.  I asked JT what it was and he said, “I ate my chappy.  I was hungry.”  For Pete’s sake!

    We were dog sitting for a few weeks and JT would say “My puppies!  See my puppies?  She’s a black one!”  (she is a he) He also told EVERYONE that we came across that he had three puppies at home.

    Friends were in Florida for vacation (thus the dog sitting) and JT was a little confused about the whole concept.  He thought Florida was a girl and our friends were visiting her.  I explained how it’s a place that’s far away and you get there on an airplane and I showed him on a map.  I also explained that it’s where Mickey and Minnie Mouse live.  During prayer time that night he told me “Pray for TuckerTyler so they won’t be sad and that we can be good friends to them and don’t forget to pray for Florida and Mickey Mouse is there and Minnie Mouse is a girl.”

    on our way to Auntie’s- “I like Auntie.  I’m going to love her today.”

    Drew dropped his cracker.  JT said “That’s sad, Drew.  Mollie got it.  If you drop your food then it’s all gone because Mollie’s too fast.”  (Do you think he’s heard that one before?)

    Washington DC = “washing marchine c”

    Don’t you just love the way these things come out of their mouths?

  • Don’t Make Me Count To Three!

    Date: 2011.06.13 | Category: book review, parenting | Response: 2

    I’ve been struggling lately with knowing HOW to implement the type of parenting that I want to practice.  I’m a huge fan of Love and Logic, and we use a lot of those principles in our home, but I feel like that’s not quite enough.  How do I teach my kids about faith in God?  I do I obtain first time obedience with a respectful attitude from them?  What’s normal toddler behavior, what’s disobedience, and what’s normal toddler disobedience?  How do I intentionally train my children spiritually at THIS stage- ages 15 months and 33 months?  How can I maintain a spirit of peace and unity and joy in our family when I am “getting after” my kids all day long?  How do I prepare their tender hearts now so that they will have a lifelong relationship with our Savior?

    Knowing what I’ve been thinking about, my sister in law lent me a book by Ginger Plowman called Don’t Make me Count to Three. I actually think this book should have a different name, as it was not at all what I was expecting based on the title.  Ginger’s premise is that many parents try to change the behavior and hope that the heart will follow; but she proposes that if we work on the attitudes of the heart, the behavior will follow.  I love her strategy of biblical correction- when little Timmy misbehaves she shows him how his actions are contrary to God’s Word and what he can do to make amends.  She reveals how when our children are misbehaving they are actually sinning and it is our job to show them their sin and to model repentance and God’s way to them.  She encourages parents to use God’s words to reveal the sin of the heart and to teach our children what God has to say about those who sin and the consequences they will face, both in the short term and in the long term.  She teaches that we must not only tell our children what not to do, but more importantly we must show them what they ought to do and help them practice it before they misbehave and after they misbehave.  It’s not just about setting expectations, but also about helping them play it out.  She strongly supports spanking as a punishment, but she tells us we can’t stop there- we must then them help them make things right.

    I just finished this book last week, and to tell the truth it weighed heavy on my heart for several days.  I love this approach, but it clearly reveals how much I am lacking in my knowledge of scripture and how much of my attitude and actions are contrary to God.  Ginger includes 2 pages of common misbehaviors and the scriptures and disciplines she recommends to go along with them, but I can see that’s only a very small beginning.  The more I know God’s Word and the easier it falls off my tongue the more I will be able to apply her approach.

    I have begun implementing some of her suggested wording when I’m correcting JT- telling him that he is not loving his sister with his actions or that he is not respecting me and that God wants him to honor his mother, etc.  It’s hard.  I feel inadequately prepared for this task.  I don’t have enough scripture at the forefront of my mind for these phrases to just fall out naturally.  John 3:16 just isn’t going to cut it here.

    I happen to own Creative Correction by Lisa Welchel- I haven’t read this book in it’s entirety, but I know she includes many Scriptures regarding sin issues. It also appears that Ginger has another book called Wise Words for Moms which contains a more comprehensive list of behavior problems and the Scriptures that address them.  Perhaps that should be my next read- I can see that I have a long way to go in this area!

    So that’s what I’m thinking about parenting lately.  Have you read any good parenting books that you think I might be interested in?  I’d love to know about them!

  • Because I’m crafty like that…

    Date: 2011.05.20 | Category: crafts, parenting | Response: 0

    JT has a pair of Blue’s Clues slippers that he loves.  He got them in his Easter basket and even though they are several sizes too big he wears them almost every day.

    Unfortunately they’re not very grippy on the bottom, resulting in several slips and spills on the hardwood every day.  This morning I decided to take action.  I dug through my craft stash hoping I still had some puffy paint.  I had some shimmery white Christmas snow puffy paint (I think that it’s a good sign that I had cleaned the 20 year old puffy paint out of my supply box, I mean, really!).

    Then I asked JT what he’d like on the bottom of his slippers.  I am not an artist- I draw stick people and daisies and hearts, so simple was what I was going for.  I suggested a paw print and he agreed.  He suggested Blue’s house for the other slipper and I agreed.

    5 minutes later they were decorated and ready to dry.  Hopefully no more slipping!

  • Airing my dirty laundry for all the world to see

    Date: 2011.05.19 | Category: homemaking, parenting | Response: 2

    I have something to confess. I have a serious problem in our house. It’s the laundry. Piles and piles of laundry. Clean laundry. That languish in a heap until I run out of clothes or need the basket again. All the time.

    Right now? 9 loads of clean laundry.

    Really.

    No exaggeration.

    Kids clothes, our clothes, towels, sheets, whites, darks and colors that fall in between.

    I have such good intentions. I tell myself- “I am going to put these away today. Before I go to bed.” As they come out of the dryer, warm and smelling fresh, I haul them up the stairs and lay them out on the bed so they won’t get wrinkled. And then several hours later when I realize it’s way past my bedtime, I go up to my room only to discover them there. Where they’ve been patiently waiting for me all day. Only I have forgotten. And now I’m just so tired.

    “Tomorrow,” I promise myself as I move them to the floor. “I’ll get to those tomorrow.”

    I spend nap time reading blogs about home management binders and household chore calendars. I set goals for myself to clean all of the floors on Tuesdays and the bathrooms on Fridays, but it never happens. I once set the goal for myself to do just one project a day- no matter how small. Wipe the walls by the kitchen table. Clear off the kitchen island. Clean the shower. That lasted about 3 days. And now nothing gets done again.

    When we’re expecting company there is always a flurry of activity in the hours preceding their arrival. Counters must be wiped clean, the dishwasher must be emptied, the toys must be picked up. But several hours or days later it’s like it never happened and once again, the house looks like a hurricane came through.

    I have a 2 and a half year old and a one year old. I work 3 days a week. In my down time I’d much rather read a good book or make a new pair of earrings and a bracelet to match than scrub a toilet. Or fold the laundry.

    We have a running joke that when we win the Lotto the first thing I will do is hire Alice from the Brady Bunch to move in. No 20 year old blonde Swedish girl for me. I want a kindly grandmother type- young enough to be energetic and old enough to be wise and patient. She wouldn’t be the nanny, although I might use her as such occasionally. She would plan the meals and do the grocery shopping and cook hearty breakfasts from scratch. She would clean the bathrooms and the kitchen. She would fold all of the clean laundry and put it way- hung by season and color in each of our respective closets. She would organize the incoming mail and keep my desk top free of paper piles. And she’d do it all with a smile.

    What would I be doing with all of my free time, I sometimes wonder? I don’t know, but I’d sure like to find out.

  • Field Day Fail

    Date: 2011.05.09 | Category: parenting | Response: 1

    Today is Monday. On Mondays Chris takes JT to preschool and I usually have a quiet morning with Kate (14 months) and my nephew Drew (20 months). LaLa (my sister in law’s mom) picks up David from his preschool and brings him here in time for lunch.

    This morning Chris called me just before 9 to say that today is Field Day at the school and he suggested that it might be fun for me to bring the other kids. Now I am normally not spontaneous at all, but we were all fed and dressed and cheerful so I decided to go for it.

    I spent 15 minutes gathering hats and water bottles and applying sunscreen. Then I loaded up the kids and drove the three minutes to the school. I unloaded the kids again and got them into the stroller. As we were approaching the school I spotted JT having a great time. The minute JT spotted me he turned into Mr Pouty Face.

    From that moment on JT refused to participate or engage with what was going on. He just wanted me to hold him. At the music area all of his classmates and Drew were dancing and doing all the motions, but JT just sulked and wanted me to pick him up. I squatted down to talk to him at eye level and I picked him up as I stood. That’s when I felt something go out in my back. I was literally frozen in a semi squat in pain and in fear that I couldn’t stand up. I finally sat down on the grass- just as the teachers started gathering up the class to go to the next area. (Gathering 12 two year olds was like herding cats!). I struggled to stand and then to get Drew back into the stroller. JT was supposed to hold on to the rope but he also wanted to hold my hand, so I was trying to maneuver the double stroller one handed and not run over any of his classmates while pretending that I wasn’t in pain and smiling. For some reason I felt like an idiot and didn’t want anyone to know I was in pain. (Partly because I always feel like an idiot when I’m at JT’s school. Since Chris is the one who takes him I don’t know the routines or the other parents or the kids. Plus we forgot to bring snack one time.)

    The next activity was the bounce house. According to Chris, JT was so excited for the bounce house he was taking about it all morning. Well not anymore. Now JT refused to get in and just wanted to cling to my leg. Or run into the dirt in his socks. Which left me in the awkward position of having to discipline in front of his teacher while still pretending that I was fine. Because apparently I really am an idiot.

    I decided it was time to cut my losses and go home. I said goodbye to JT who immediately started bawling and begging me no to go. I pushed the stroller across the lawn and waved goodbye while he sobbed and screamed for me. At the car I had to lift both kids out of the stroller and into their car seats. Then I had to fight the stroller into the back of the van. As I maneuvered myself into the driver’s seat I was fighting back tears of pain and frustration. Once home I had to get both kids back out of the car and into the house. Kate is terrible about holding on while she’s being carried and I could hardly keep from dropping her as my back seized up while I was climbing the steps and opening the door.

    I finally got her down for a nap and took two advil. I’m currently laying on ice and typing this while Drew is asking me to take him outside or get him the bubbles from the mantel or the fishie puzzle from the counter. Sorry Drew- it’s not looking good for you today.

    In all, I categorize this morning as a spectacular fail.

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