Thursday, November 29, 2007

Shark Sounds

What kind of sound does a shark make? That's what I want to know. Oh, and I will find out, that's for sure!

I was browsing the art supplies in Target this morning when I came across scissors designed for ages 3+. They claim to only cut paper, because of some special plastic edge, not a metal blade, so it intrigued me to buy some for Tom and Abby. But what I want to know is, what kind of sound does a shark make? Because as you cut these scissors are supposed to make sounds that chomp like a shark. Of course we will all be in suspense until after Christmas because Santa will be delivering these, not mom.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Just Call Me Gills

Well, Abby's been sick all weekend. She has a fever, and no other symptoms yet. So we've been laying low for the last four days as she's been sleeping a lot. She also wants to be cuddled and just held for hours on end. Poor thing.

I went to the doctor today and my lung function did not improve, but held steady from last week, my smaller airways did improve with the extra week of IV antibiotics. The big news is, I got to have my IV taken out! No more IVs for the time being. I'm still anemic and my doc said it'll be weeks before my hemoglobin returns to normal. I thought at least it would go up a tenth of a percentage, but it remained at 9.7 from the sample taken on Friday. I also got the results from the culture I sent off about 10 days ago because I was curious as to what was growing in my lungs. It turns out I'm growing a strange bacteria called Aeromonas salmonicida. This gram negative bugger is best known for plaguing rainbow trout. Since I neither eat fish or live with fish, I'm concerned as to how I picked it up. Based on my google searches I found that it has been known to contaminate tap water, raw meat and fresh vegetables. All of which I have handled in the last 3 months. So, now you know.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Happy Button Day!

On Wednesday evening I perused the twins closet for something nice to wear to Thanksgiving. I found an adorable purple corduroy jumper with buttons down the back for Abby. For Tom I found a couple shirts, one that buttons up the front and another polo shirt (that was red!) which has a couple buttons at the top. I showed these selections to the twins and told them all about button day.

"Tomorrow is button day! We're all going to wear buttons!"

Abby was pleased with her dress but Tom took some convincing. He protested and screamed, "No! I want to wear Light-Mean Muh-Queen!!!" That's Lightning McQeen, the star of the Disney/Pixar film "Cars", for those not in the know.

Thursday morning rolled around and Paul got the kids up out of bed for breakfast. He told them all about button day once again, and to our surprise, they agreed! But of course we didn't want to get our buttons dirty at breakfast, so we let them keep their PJs on for most of the morning. When it was time to get dressed we talked again about button day, excited that they were ready to play along earlier that morning.

But, not so much anymore! They both screamed in protest, ran to the closet and pulled on the play clothes they wanted to wear. I begged and begged, but there really is no reasoning with a three year old who has their mind set. I tried to explain that Oma and Papa would certainly wear buttons. Even Daddy was going to wear buttons, much to his displeasure. But like most parents, I pick my battles and clothing is not one of the issues I fight over. So they ended up wearing play clothes and a good time was had by all.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Hide and Seek

One of the twins most favorite past times is hide and seek. Sometimes they hide from each other. Sometimes they hide from Mom. And sometimes they hide from Dad. Sometimes it's Oma, Papa or Grandma. Any willing participant will do really. Well one day last week they were playing hide and seek from daddy. They were real easy to spot because they were toting around their helium balloons. I wonder if they figured out why they were spotted so quickly.

What do you think....

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The Shoe Saga Continues

We all know that Tom is a bit eccentric when it comes to apparel. His shoes are no exception. He falls in love with one single pair, no matter how many I buy, and that's the pair he wears until they simply wear out. I have surrendered to this notion and given up on having multiple pairs of shoes. His feet grow out of one particular size every 3-6 months, so what's the point in having shoes that won't be worn?

Well today we ran some errands. I had a doctor appointment and the twins were absolute angels. Then I went to drop a prescription by at the pharmacy and pick up some more milk. There is no one on the planet that drinks more milk than my son. We're constantly buying two gallons at a time. I'm thinking about moving a cow into the backyard. Orion needs a playmate and the milk she makes will ease the grocery bill burden. Anyway, on the drive home Tom sighs, "Awe mom. I guess I got too crazy at Raley's. My shoe light is broken." Sure enough Fire Engine Number One had a red light stuck on. I told him to try and kick the passenger seat in front of him to get the lights to blink again. For those of you not familiar with this not so new phenomenon, the shoe lights up when the toddler walks, jumps, kicks etc. One swift kick against the seat and nothing. The light on the right shoe is still stuck.

I called the manufacturer and they were rather nice about it. They gave me some special reference number for my "case" and I was supposed to pack the shoes up and send them to Indiana for repair. I came to Tom with the instructions, hoping if I explained it nice enough, he'd play along. I told him he needed to help me pack his shoes up in a box and send them away, and when they were fixed, they would come back. Well that went over like a lead balloon. With a lip quiver and genuine tears welling in his eyes he explains, "Mommy, that would be too difficult." Ah yes, too difficult indeed.

Lucky for Tom, during his nap time, the shoes have miraculously begun to blink again. No matter how much it irks me to be taken by a big company selling overpriced shoes that don't work as advertised, I think it's just too difficult to go through with the return. Not only do I have to pry the shoes out of Tom's possession, I'd have to convince him to wear a different pair while we wait for the return. I have a new plan for the future: make all my shoe purchases in person at the retail stores so I can return the merchandise in person for an immediate exchange. Lesson learned! And here's to keeping our fingers crossed that the little engine keeps on blinking!

Now here are some completely and totally unrelated photos. Every night after story time the twins get piggy back rides from dad. They look forward to this like it's a ride at Disneyland. Wait until we really go to Disneyland!



Sunday, November 18, 2007

Queen Cancelator

During these last few months I have become the queen of canceling social engagements. This weekend was no exception. I had plans to go to a birthday party last night, the sitter was lined up, and once again I canceled at the last moment. I was so ready to go. I had canceled my daytime activities so I would have time to rest and nap just to be able to make it to the party. But the majority of the last month, I just haven't been feeling well. Sometimes it's nausea from the drugs I'm taking, sometimes it's sleep deprivation from being up at night because I don't feel well and sometimes I'm just plain too tired to move. The latter was the case yesterday, so I stayed home and did all of my IV and breathing treatments on time. To cheer me up last night, Paul picked up our favorite take out, Thai Basil. I had the leftovers for lunch. MMMM MMMMM MMMMM!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Smile!

On Tuesday one of the little boys in the twins preschool class passed out helium balloons in honor of his 2 week old baby brother that came home from the NICU this week. The twins were all smiles, as were the balloons, and they gleefully climbed into the car seats. We set off for home and the giggles and shrieks continued as they batted the balloons around the back seat. Then all the sudden tears. Great big crocodile tears from Abby. "Please, Tom, give it back to me!" I'm thinking, he took her balloon, or they got tangled. They are identical so how does she know he has it. How does she recognize her balloon apart from his? The screams continued as she insisted the balloon Tom was holding belonged to her. She wouldn't take her balloon into the house, I had to do it for her. She literally fell to the floor inside, kicking, screaming, big tears and demands about how Tom has her balloon.



I tried to settle this by writing names on the balloon weights. Usually when something has their name on it, they have a way to distinguish it from the other all by themselves and these types of confrontations dissolve. But not today. Even after the names were written, she remained a blubbering mess insisting she had the wrong balloon. What's a mother to do? Switch the balloons of course. I slyly pried Tom's balloon out of his hands and unbeknownst to him, untied it from the current weight and made the switch. At that moment Abby came sniffling back into the living room and grabs the wrong balloon. Now she has the balloon she was so sure wasn't hers and it has Tom's name on it! Tom was not a happy camper. He wanted the balloon with his name on it, and rightfully so! Off Abby stomped with more tears. At this point I'm lying on the floor looking up at these balloons trying to figure out how she is distinguishing them from one another. They seemed identical to me.

I ended up starting a movie and once she settled to sit and watch it I brought her her balloon. And they've been happy ever since!

In other exciting adventures, I walked the twins to the park on my own today. Big feat considering my current state of illness. They were so happy to be there and had a good time until Abby literally ran into one of the structures head on, with her head. Ouch. Before that though, they were climbing up a spiral structure and it scares the crap out of my to watch them do this. Tom was very able and crossed over from the spiral pole to the play structure most of the time. The crossing over point is as tall as I am, over 5 feet off the ground, so it's scary for me to watch him shake and tremble as he stretches across the gap between the structures. Abby could climb the spiral but she couldn't coordinate the move to the structure without my assistance. And once Tom climbed too high, and couldn't climb down, so I had to pluck him off from inside the structure myself. I think I'm going to discourage them from playing on that portion of the park next time.



Monday, November 12, 2007

3, 2, 1, Splashdown!

Yesterday was a big day in the Telford household. The long awaited inaugural poop into the potty.

After Tom awoke from a short nap we took a trip to Target and Jamba Juice yesterday afternoon. Once we were home Tom started squatting and running for the bathroom, "mommy! I have to pee pee!" Ok, now I know that is unusual for Mr. Steel Bladder and his demeanor suggests he's got something other than pee pee up his sleeve. So we went to the potty, sat down and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

10 minutes must have passed when he gave up and returned to littering the house with toys. Then again, the squat, the run and "Mommy, I have to go pee pee!" So once again, we went to the potty, sat down and waited.

And waited

And waited.

Nothing for several minutes, could have been an hour, I lose track when my butt goes numb from sitting on the edge of the bath tub. And once again, we gave up, and resumed to making mayhem around the house.

Then, third time's a charm right? The squat, the run, the plea for help, "Mommy! Mommy! I have to go pee pee." I knew all along what he had to do was not pee pee. So back to the potty we went. My patience wearing a bit thin. Just go already! This time I brought the camera because after all, I had a captive audience. Where else was he going to go? I snapped a lovely shot too.






Then finally, the strain and kerplunk! Into the potty! He shoots up into the standing position and spins around as quickly as he can to look at what just happened. Stunned, or amazed, I'm not quite sure, but I congratulated him. He talked about how proud everybody was going to be. Yes we were! Then we waved bye bye and flushed the first poop down the drain. He's been day trained for months, but this is the first poop on the potty, as he preferred to use his nighttime diaper for such activities until yesterday.

Cheers to no more smelly diapers! There will just be bare bottoms to wipe from here on out! Here's a photo of the potty charts last night.



You can clearly see who uses the potty more frequently.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Let Them Draw!

Tom and Abby are becoming quite interested in art. They really enjoy drawing. Their latest efforts are bodies of water. "I'm drawing a big big pond!" Or an ocean, but as Abby is drawing she'll tell you, "It's not maked yet"





As Tom was doodling yesterday he suddenly stopped and as if he was a bit stunned himself he asks, "Did I just draw an M?" In fact he did!



What you don't see it? Here's a closer look, the "m" is in blue.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Bouncing Babies in my Bed

I've pretty much been spending the last four days in bed recovering from this latest lung infection. The twins are getting a kick of watching me dive across the bed to save vials of medication that shouldn't be spilled or lost in the depths of my bed sheets as they bounce around to their favorite tunes.

Today they had Oma over to visit. After an hour at the local park they came home, kicked their feet up and enjoyed a snack in their favorite cozy chairs. Life is rough!

Sunday, November 04, 2007

The Hunt For Red... Shoes?

I admit it, Tom is obsessed with red. And I'm ok with that. He wears red clothes everyday. (shirt, shorts and shoes) but the problem is the shoes. He wears the same red shoes. I have THREE other pairs of red shoes and he won't touch them. So since June he's been wearing the same pair and frankly they are on their last legs!

I was browsing the internets on Friday morning showing Tom all sorts of red shoes, which he continued to poo poo. Then something strange happened. As I was browsing the Stride Rite website I came across these white sneakers with a fire engine on them! Exciting! And get this! The engine lights up when you walk!



I showed the shoe to Tom and he went nuts. Not only that, I found a website with the shoes for sale that had a "blinking" feature, so it looked liked the fire engine was blinking continuously. So the next thing I know, all day long he's talking about his fire shoes. "Let's go get them right now!" he says. He was so excited! And so was I! A new shoe! Which he'll wear!

I left my room with the laptop open to the blinking shoes and when I came back I found Tom and Abby sitting in my "office" looking for his shoes. Tom repeatedly says, "Mommy, I don't know what I did. I lost my shoes." If these kids are anything like their parents, they will certainly soon become addicted to the internet. I wonder what kind of laptop Santa brings for 3 year olds?

Saturday, November 03, 2007

TGIF

OK, well, Friday was yesterday, but it was a great Friday. I didn't shower. I didn't leave the house. I didn't cook anything that wasn't microwavable. I laid in bed all day long. Of course I had to care for the kids by myself because Paul went to Newark for the day, but we watched one movie after another all day long. Usually on "movie day" the twins get bored after the first couple of shows, but yesterday they let me rest all day long. They napped great. They were in great moods. Movie day doesn't happen very often, so maybe they even enjoyed it.

And last but not least, some pics from Wednesday....



Thursday, November 01, 2007

More IVs For Me

This morning I gave in. I've had a nagging illness for the last two weeks. I didn't catch a cold or anything, I just started getting yet another chest infection. I gave the oral antibiotics a whirl for the last nine days to no avail. So I made the dreaded call to the doctor this morning for some IV antibiotics. The last two placements have been somewhat pleasant (in April and August) but today was an exception. This doctor tried three times and finally resorted to my "juicy" vein in the right arm. By the time I left I had enough lidocane to numb an elephant, a really sore right arm and the "I told you so" look on my face.

I negociated home IVs with my doctor on the condition that he sees improvement by my next appointment on November 13 or else I have to get admitted to the hospital to boot. My goal is to be better for our trip to Disneyland in 5 weeks. I think I can do it!