My Grandpa Hettenvan used to love the song:
“Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you? ”
(Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kid will eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?)
Peter, being a tiny person loves to grab stuff and eat it. He is particularly fond of Kleenex, paper towels, paper napkins, the paper on the doctors table, and writing paper. He likes to rip it into pieces for the loud noise value and then he will eventually try to eat it. I know it isn’t great for him to eat it because its not food and its a safety risk (choking). I let him PLAY sometimes while I watch with a finger sweep ready. How else is supposed to learn things? When he starts eating it – I call him my little goat kid. Then I am reminded of my dear Grandpa. And this is
how my mind works. (Yes, women are spaghetti.)
– Cheating celebrities/politicians should not be a news item. I don’t really care about Tiger’s 45th cheater lady. Or even about John Edward’s lovechild. Or if it must be mentioned do just that, mention it. We don’t need a panel to hash out the gory details. There are far greater items of importance on which we should focus our attention. For example, there are several people who need help in Haiti and people in Nashville who are by many account being ignored by the media.
– President Obama may not be your favorite guy, but he is the President. Respect that and give him a chance. In my opinion, he is working toward the goal of helping humans. His methods/laws/ideas may not be yours, but he is President and you are not. As Christians, we are familiar with this “God is God and I am not.” Let’s share the goal, helping humans and loving one another.
– Peter and I usually listen to music when we eat. It keeps him
happy. I’ll just turn on iTunes to whatever and we’ll enjoy music. As his personal DJ, I can see him react differently to different genres of music. I think he prefers 90’s rock to ABBA. But he prefers ABBA to Tupac. …I won’t get into all that now.
– I cleaned and organized the house today and it looks great. I am very good at organizing things. I love to do it. I get to do it at work all the time with my new post. I used to reorganize my co-workers desk at first without permission but then later she loved it and granted me permission, hahah.
– We bought “The Happiest Millionaire” on DVD. I watched it with Peter the other day. Tonight I am watching it with Kurt. Did you see it? Well, did you know it is a true story? It is.
– I love the weekends. I absolutely love my family. We get to hang out and do whatever we wish.
– The weather here on the beaches of Southern California is amazing. That goes without saying. It has been very beautiful lately and we have taken full advantage of that
by getting out everyday and doing something.
*because that’s all there was.
When it came time for me to buy Peter his SWIM diapers, I noticed that some boxes had a coupon for $1 off. Okay, so they were the Dora the Explorer branded variety. I knew that, I went for the dollar off (aka the cheap-out). When I got home and opened the box I saw that there were free sunglasses included and they are pink and have Dora on them. “Okay so he already has stylish ‘boy’ ones, these will be fun as a toy,” I thought. I handed them to him directly and he loved them – He even let me put them on his face (albeit for about 2 seconds).
Here is evidence.
note: Peter, please forgive me if this is embarrassing at any point. You are just very cute.
We may or may not have put this on him. Okay we did it. I’ve been really into the Celebrity Apprentice this time around and Kurt and I were inspired.
May I present, Baby Bret Michaels…
note: it is blurry because Peter was not a fan.
also note: best wishes to Bret on a speedy recovery from his recent medical concerns.
Here is Peter’s new facial expression. I contend it has something to do with teething. Maybe not though.
Yeah disregard that one. So the fever came back and got worse.
Friday morning, I took him to our pediatrician and he took a urine sample. It was a Urinary Tract Infection. The pediatrician gave him an antibiotic shot in the leg. He said that would do it. It did not. The urologist wanted us to come to the Emergency Department at UCLA. So we went. His temperature was 103.8 upon admission to the Emergency Department. Our doctor met us right away there in the Emergency Department. They did an x-ray, ultrasound, blood work, gave him an IV and a Foley catheter. The infection had gotten to his kidney. It was so key to treat the infection quickly because his fever was so high for so long and he was in horrendous pain. They tried one type of antibiotic and it didn’t work. We spent the night on Friday in the Emergency Department. We all three slept on the gurney. It was pretty brutal. Peter was burning up and in great pain.
Saturday morning around 10am we got a room upstairs. They tried a second type of antibiotic on Saturday which did work. His fever was gone by late night on Saturday into Sunday morning. Whew, a sigh of relief. The fever was gone, the pain was going away, but not gone. He had pain from the catheter and from the IV. The IV was installed in the elbow crook and it wasn’t taped correctly so it hurt him and the IV pump kept alarming with ‘downstream occlusion.’ We told the nurse that it needed to be fixed and she wrapped it so he couldn’t bend it. When they finally removed it moments before we left, we discovered that it was pressing so hard the there were 3 rows of cuts on his arm. Poor guy, that looked pretty bad. From Sunday morning until Monday morning, he felt so much better that we were all three able
to relax a bit. It had been so stressful the previous 3 days that the relief was very welcome to us all. We slept better (meaning at all) on Sunday night, hoping and praying the while time that we’d be able to go home on Monday. God heard our prayers because we were home by noon on Monday. We were so glad Peter was well and just looking back on it all – grateful for the doctors we have and the modern drugs that saved his life.
Here is Peter’s sweet face on the way home. (Melts me every time.)
Here are my guys when we got home. Ahh, home!