The Queen has spoken…

When I told my dad about this, I got a ‘like mother, like daughter’ comment…

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Yesterday K kept getting into one thing after another. Finally after about 30 minutes straight of telling her ‘no’ and every time she’d hear it, she’d throw things on the floor, I was getting quite frustrated. When she grabbed at the medicine again I told her no and smacked her little diapered butt (not hard, enough to get her attention).

The look she gave me could have shot daggers through me. She was MAD. She was going to STAY MAD. So she stalked across the room, crossing her arms across her chest, and staring at the TV (We were watching the parade to begin M’s intro to Santa…nice and gradual).

DH tried to get her attention, “Kennedy. Kennedy!” He said her name probably 5-10 times receiving no response. She kept her arms crossed and her back to us. So, not one to be bossed around, I spoke up “KEnnedy!”

In response to my sharp tone she did turn around.

She gave me a stern glare, pointed her finger at me and said, “NO!” Crossed her arms and turned back to the TV.

Apparently she was determined to be mad and stay mad.

I shouldn’t giggle, because she’s going to be SUCH a handful…but it WAS.SO.CUTE!!!

My Prima Donna…the Queen of the Castle.

Oy.

Thankful Thursday….

In place of tales of woe today I will do the ‘obligatory’ Thankful post…I have a lot to be thankful for.

I am thankful for…my husband who spends the morning attempting to ‘help’ while I’m trying to prep for Thanksgiving. Who cleans the bathroom so that I can cook…and who tells me daily that I’m a ‘good wife’…and somehow knows when I’m having a bad enough day that I need to hear it more than once. When I’m going bonkers, he’s calm; when he’s going bonkers, I’m calm; our balancing act makes for a good marriage.

I am thankful for…my oldest child. Who is smart enough to get on the A/B Honor Roll his first trimester, despite starting off the year with an adjustment period that began with three F’s. That is so book-smart…but still manages to maintain a 9/10 year old’s lack of common sense. That spends time with his sisters and almost always gets them laughing.

I am thankful for…my Molly. She is the smartest baby ever. Despite the limitations of not always being able to communicate what’s going on in her head…she still manages to show us how incredibly smart she is with each passing day. She is the spitting image of her Daddy in so many ways…and she helps me learn more about him every day.

I am thankful for…my spitting image, K. The strongest of my kids, she’s overcome so many obstacles already, and still has at least one smile every day. She is also the one that shows me a dose of what I gave my parents (a great story on that tomorrow!!). She is a beautiful little girl, my sunshine surprise baby…the best ‘oops’ I ever had.

I am thankful for…good neighbors. Our next door neighbor is the best friend to my hubby, and just a great guy all around. I wish daily that his ex hadn’t hurt him so incredibly bad…he’d have made a great husband for someone.

I am thankful for…Jess. I know she’s there no matter what…and she’ll always tell me the truth. Even when the truth hurts.

There is so much more I’m thankful for…but this tops the list today.

We go to the hospital…

We’re taking Kennedy into Riley in the morning (or tonight if she gets worse). The precaution of an antibiotic was too late. She developed a fever last night, and has been having bad coughing fits all day today despite 3 percussion treatments and two nebulizer treatments a day.

So we called again tonight. The doctor said we can take her to the ER tonight, or wait until tomorrow and just take her in when the CF clinic is open. For the moment, we’re opting to take her tomorrow. If she has trouble sleeping because of her cough, we’ll take her during the night.

Erik has called into work tomorrow and we are likely all four of us going up to the hospital in the morning (Denver will be in school). She may or may not be admitted. I’ll try to keep you updated. But tomorrow will be very long for the girls…there will be X-rays, a lung function test, and probably IV antibiotics for K.

Please keep her in your thoughts…we’ re hoping that we’ll be nipping it in the bud and that it isn’t too late…I’d hate for her to be in the hospital for Thanksgiving! As it is, we’re skipping family Thanksgiving to stay home with her.

*pointing a finger*

Go over to Side Dishes for Silly Saturday!! My fav puppeteer, Jeff Dunham, is featured today 😀 I love that guy 😀

How many times have I done this?

I’ve been a mom for how many years? I’ve faced how many illnesses? I myself was a sickly-ish child with allergies out the arse (Seriously – Milk, Corn AND Wheat? Did God hate me??)…

So why is it I get paralyzed with fear when I find THIS:

(clickie for better view of hideousness)

Seriously…I took off Molly’s PJ’s to prep for bath and rash all over! Instead of calmly saying, “It’s likely roseola”…I freak and call DH. “OMG! There’s a HIDEOUS rash on Molly! WTF?!?!”

DH ever so calmly reassures me (I love that I’m calm when he’s flipping and vice-versa) that it explains the fevers of the past couple of nights…and was probably roseola…and he’d had it when he was a kid…and he had to get back to work.

*thunk*

Yeah. I have called the pediatrician. I’m waiting on a nurse call-back.

I have also called the pulmonologist’s CF nurse because our worries have been realized…K is coughing. Wet, phlegmy, nasty cough (which I think is good…means she’s bringing it up)…so I have to apprise them of the situation…as well as the Molly situation. *Sigh*

I HATE WINTER.

Oh, I better call the chiro and cancel.

Is it Potty Time?

For some giggles, check out my Side Dishes today…it’s all about the men 😛

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We started at 18 months, but potty training was a useless endeavor then and fell to the wayside. We started again at 2 years, very little success. Then, about four months ago we started having potty time freakouts. Molly didn’t want to go anywhere near the potty! She’d cry and scream.

Over the past few weeks she’s been ‘hiding’ when she goes. Going behind the arm of the couch, in the corner, looking mildly destressed. There are times when I ask if she’s going potty…and she ignores me, or vehemently shakes her head no (I don’t push her)..but then there are times that she nods her head emphatically and says, “Yeah! Yuck!!” (Yes, we are fond of the word ‘yuck’ in my house).

Today, I changed her dry diaper and said, “You want to go potty?” She actually nodded yes (wow!) – and we went. She sat on the potty for five minutes…nodding yes when I asked if she wanted me to leave the room. Now, she didn’t go…but she at least tried w/o a freakout!! Yay!!

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I have other big news of another Molly accomplishment…but that will either come tonight, or I’ll save it for tomorrow (have to spread these things out…month is only half over, ya know).