A Good Kid

Yesterday I was at speech therapy with Naomi and Bill ran over to pick Isaiah up from school.
Bill said some poor little girl came out and fell hard and was laying there crying. Funny enough I knew exactly who it was! I described a girl in Isaiah's grade and Bill said yes. I later confirmed with Isaiah that I was right.
This little girl is a little goofy. She's a sweet girl but she'll never be bratty and caddy like some of the others so she's different. She doesn't have designer clothes, but she does have moon boots! HA! I've seen her wear them and try to run and it's so funny! She also barks like a dog and acts like a dog in class a lot so she tends to stick out some. Isaiah has said she gets on his nerves with her constant "Pokemon" talk. She just doesn't understand he's not into Pokemon anymore. Oh the troubles of a 4th grader! But when Isaiah came out of school he noticed her laying there and stopped to ask if she was okay and if she needed help up. My son stopped. Countless other kids, even older kids walked over and around the poor girl, but my kid stopped to help this poor odd little girl who often gets on his nerves.
He's such a thoughtful young man!

FINALLY

About December 7 Naomi's bottom right 2 year molar poked through. Now over 4 months later the bottom left showed up!
Naomi woke Tuesday morning about 1:30 and wouldn't go back to sleep. While she screamed I felt her gums and low and behold! I felt a sharpness! Finally!
She stayed up until 4 a.m. then fell back asleep. I should note that Monday night her ketones were only 40, which is unusually low. Also she had 3, yes 3 poopy diapers. All of which her Daddy ended up getting stuck with (yeah for mommy!). She slept Tuesday until about 7:20 a.m. then woke up and started having seizures. In about 10 minutes I counted 54! This after 2 weeks of never getting over 50 in a day, let alone at one time! Also most days she never got over 20. I gave her some acetaminophen and took her to therapy where I saw 4 more in the hour and a half we were there. She fell asleep at 10:40 on the way home from therapy and slept until almost 1:30. She woke MUCH better, still had a cluster of 8 light seizures upon waking. Then the rest of the day she was fine.
Wednesday morning she woke up and didn't even have a cluster! She's had 5 in the last 5 hours and all of those were barely noticeable, nothing that affected her balance.
It's so unbelievable that teeth can cause so much trouble! She's still got 2 to go, neither of the top ones have showed yet! I'm seriously hoping they're just not there!

No Good Stopping Point.

UGH! Have you ever started something, maybe something not too bright then realized there was no good place to stop.
I did that this morning!
OK, so I got tired of paying to have my eyebrows (and the older I get other facial areas) waxed. I bought a melter thing so I could do it myself. Only thing is I can't stop. I have very light hairs on the side of my hand so I started doing that and it didn't hurt a bit!
So today I had too much time on my hands. Bill is home all week and he was entertaining Naomi while I was getting ready to get in the shower. I had turned the wax pot on to start melting the wax earlier so I did my eyebrows quick. As I did I noticed the hair on my arms and thought, huh, maybe I can try a little on the back of my arm and see how it feels. So I did but then there was no real good line that I could stop at so I had to do the whole thing! From my elbow down! It Actually didn't HURT that bad.... until several minutes later when I was doing my second arm. Now it's been almost a half hour and my arms are numb! Except for the right arm is somehow both numb and itching like crazy! It has little welts on it so it looks like I walked into a swarm of mosquitoes.
NEVER AGAIN!!!

Mind Like a Steel Trap

Today we were about 20 minutes from home at a little country store. When we got in the car to drive home I was in the driver's seat and Isaiah said "OH, good mom. It's not a good idea to let Dad drive is it? Remember what happened the last time he drove this car?"
Bill said "Isaiah let it go"
I said" I do remember Isaiah, when we were driving home from Carol's wedding, Daddy got pulled over by a West Virginia state trooper and he gave him a speeding ticket..... in 2005!"
He gets it honest!
At one of my cousin's weddings I accidentally locked the keys in my parents car after they sent me out for something. I wasn't even old enough to drive!
I was in my early 20's when on a trip to Cherokee, North Carolina with my mom I ran out of the Bingo Hall to get something out of my car. I'm almost to the car when I hear her yell "Don't lock the keys in the car!" She had come out to the parking lot to remind me for the millionth time to not lock the keys in the car. ME, her ADULT child, who lived 8 1/2 hours away from her and managed several times a day to exit my vehicle with keys in hand. I turned and yelled back "OH FOR PETE'S SAKE!!! Do you know how long ago that was? LET IT GO!!!" and I've never heard a thing about it again.
She does still grab my car's dashboard when riding as my passenger! I don't think I'll ever break her of that!

Kids

Monday at the special needs school, we were in the hallway when a line of kids came through. One kid screamed out as they came in then started hitting himself in the head! Poor thing! The teacher talked and calmed him and put a blue helmet on him like Jade wears. He was older, 8 maybe. I just made me think, our kids may fall from seizures and get bloodied or bruised, but how grateful I am that I'm not having to protect her from herself! That would be so hard to cope with. The older he gets the more he can hurt himself too! Plus I seriously doubt they could even medicate him for something like that, it would just basically be sedation. So sad! I'm sure his mother goes in there and sees other kids that make her grateful for her child's problems.
There was another boy, even older who saw Naomi on the tricycle. Then he saw Naomi decide she didn't want to be on the tricycle and scoot her butt off the seat, not taking in her feet were attached by Velcro to the peddles! So she was really in a deep squat off to the side of the trike. He got the biggest smile on his face! I said "do you think that's funny?" and he started laughing! It was so sweet!
Today in therapy Naomi was in the "sling swing". It's kind of made out of fabric like a swimming suit and it's just like a giant sling and she gets in there and is cuddled. Her speech therapist was watching her and kept looking at me saying she's so sweet! Then she said "you've to to see her sweet little face!". Her expression was so funny, she was calm and had just the slightest smile on her face like she was perfectly content! She was so glad to be back!

Much better day

Yesterday was a bad day for me! I was exhausted. Funny enough, Naomi's seizures were great! Only 17 very mild myoclonics all day.
Today is much much better. Except for a headache which I haven't taken anything for yet. So that'll go away. It better because my daughter is a drumming and tambourine playing fool today!
She returned to therapy at the pediatric therapy center at the local hospital where she goes twice a week. She's been getting the free therapy through the special needs school, but it's just not the same, good, but just not the same. It ends in May for summer break also. The therapy center is year round. She was very happy to see her therapists and had a good day.
We got to go back because... I emailed the public health nurse and asked if she could check the computer and see what the hold up was with her therapy being approved through the state headquarters. Seems the state, like everyone else, is enacting budget cuts and is encouraging people to take an early retirement, but not filling the vacant positions. So the whole BCMH system is backed up 16 weeks! So it was really a miracle that we got approved in 3 weeks. But there's a catch... The neurologists office which has to ask for the therapy only put occupational and physical therapy on there. Now I have to start all over to get speech approved. But I did call our insurance company to see what was what. They originally told the girl who takes care of insurance claims that Naomi gets 52 sessions and that's divided between all 3 therapies. Well, either something changed or they told one of us wrong. I called yesterday and they told me that PT and OT are combined and she gets 50 sessions of those. Speech is separate and she gets 50 sessions of that. Do you know that a 1/2 hour session cost $150? Yeah! That's why I was so worried about running a bill up quick. In one week we incur $900 worth of therapy cost!
Last night Naomi slept from about 10 p.m. until 6:45 a.m.! I woke at 4:30 and was happy to see we made it past 3 and she'd probably keep sleeping! I feel much better today! She even fell asleep on the way home from therapy at 10 this morning! I'm still hoping she'll take a bit of a nap before her brother gets home from school! I am taking her to be weighed and measured today at the pediatricians office and will be glad to know what those numbers are.
But for now, the sun is shining, it's decent out with just a chilly wind. Tomorrow promises to be a better day! They're talking about it hitting the 80's this weekend!
After tomorrow my husband is laid off of work for one week, I don't know if that goes in the good or bad column! HA! I'm sure it'll change columns as the week progresses! At least he'll have good weather. Warm and sunny for the next 5 days! There's grass, actual green grass, to be mowed!
Ohio weather! Frost on the cars today, 80's tomorrow!

Resentment

Today I'm feeling resentful. It's set off I'm sure by complete and udder exhaustion.
Yesterday Naomi woke at 3 a.m. and stayed awake until 4:30 then fell back asleep until 6:15. She's slept 8 hour nights for quite a few nights so it was especially hard to adjust. Then this morning she woke at 3 and stayed up until 6:30! Of course then I had to see to getting her brother's breakfast, but after that was done I went and laid in bed. Thankfully he's a good boy and old enough to get himself ready for school. That's just what he did. Showered, brushed his teeth, got dressed, let the other kids that wait here until it's time for school in and then got them all off on time to walk to school. Thank goodness!
I had a hair appointment at 9 a.m. and was so looking forward to getting my hair done and for one day not having to do it myself. Plus my hair grows extremely fast and it's really needing cut and it's really thick and it's supposed to be near 80 this weekend and my head will be hot! I had to cancel my appointment. Naomi slept until 9. If she'd have woken up 15 minutes earlier I could have made it to the appointment. She'd have been in her pajamas, but what the heck!
I know it's a little irrational, but I'm a little mad at her for me missing my appointment. It's the only thing I get to do for MYSELF all month long. Unless you count my dental exam a few weeks ago. But other than that this is it! It's not like I get a mani and pedi or anything! It's just a hair cut. I don't even have her shampoo me, I go with a wet head.
Naomi kept bringing a book to me this morning and I just couldn't help it, I did not want to read to her. Of course she's like a fart in the wind and was on to something else right away, so she didn't suffer from me not reading it.
I did reschedule, but the girl is really busy and I can't get in until May 4! My husband tried to console me by saying that's not too far away. I told him to just be ready to hear me bitching about my hair for the next 2 weeks!
She's got speech therapy today at 2:45 and I told Bill I may have to cancel it. I just don't feel like I even have it in me to be polite! Plus if she's up for a nap about that time! I'm ready!

Jack

For some reason this morning I was thinking about an uncle of mine who died in the late 1980's. He was a nut! Alcoholism contributed to some of that but even completely sober he was a nut. I remember sadly that when his daughter, who is the same age as me, was in Jr. High. A school counselor talked to her and told her to put 3 things in order of how she felt things were important to her father. She listed #1 work #2 alcohol #3 family. In a way since I've grown I can see that because he worked everyday, even being an alcoholic, showing up daily and being a productive worker, he was doing that for his family. When he died he had insurance on everything so all his debts were immediately paid. So his family was higher on the list than she thought.
When he died he was in his car, not far from home, driving to the cemetery on Christmas Eve to put a battery powered Christmas tree on his parent's grave. He had a heart attack at the wheel and ran straight into a tree. When we got the call my parents went straight to his home. His wife is my dad's sister. He and my dad worked together with at least two of my other uncles. I stayed home and the phone kept ringing. Apparently his death had been announced over the local radio and men he worked with were calling our house. I'd answer and these grown men would be crying on the other end asking me if it was true.
The company my husband works for and the company my dad works for merged and everything was moved to one facility. So now my husband works with all these men that once knew my uncle Jack. My husband said he's like a legend or something! He still hears stories about him over 20 years later!
My Aunt told me once that they had a telephone number just one number off from the local country music station and they continually got phone calls for song requests. When my uncle would answer he' d say "what do you want to hear?" and when they'd put in their request he'd sing the song loud and proud.
My Dad and he went Christmas shopping once and Jack decided my Aunt needed a bra and kept telling my dad "come here, you try it on. If it fits you it'll fit her!" and tried his hardest to get my dad to put that bra on in the store.
When the men would get together outside of work to help a friend bale hay or something like that here would come Jack with doughnuts and orange juice for everyone.
Once for Christmas I remember he gave me a bunch of little Avon bottles of perfume, the year he died I believe.
One time he was drunk and the cops went to his house and he told the cop if he came up on his porch he'd throw him right back down. The cop came up. Jack threw him right off.
He was very kind and thoughtful. Alcohol was a terrible problem in his whole family. His father drank and all his siblings. It's a sad thing. The Christmas tree on his parent's grave wasn't the only decoration he put on there. At Easter he decorated with a plastic blown up rabbit! Can you imagine! What men think of doing stuff like that for their long dead parent's!

Rejection!

It's Spring clean up time in our neighborhood. The time of year you get to see what kinds of pigs you live near! There's some rental houses across the street and if you saw what was curbside over there you'd wonder how it all fit in the house. I mean there's a ton of stuff!
Then there's us. We generally don't have much exciting. Yet I hate to put my poor stuff out there and wait as the "pickers" come by.
So many people circling town picking through the clean up items. I sit here looking out at the window. Waiting. Watching for someone to come by and look at my stuff.
Monday was the first day and I set stuff out late. An old wood door that was on the house when we moved in. Three of the four doors in this house had doors so old the original locks used a skeleton key! I also set out an old aluminum storm door and 2 old mop handles. That's it. Everything else I got rid of through out the year.
I went upstairs Monday to lay down with Naomi for a nap and she fell asleep on my chest. So when I heard the clip clop of horses hooves pull up I knew what it was. It was the Amish "pickers" looking through our stuff. It was killing me that I couldn't get up to see what they'd take.
When we woke I didn't see anything gone. Then I spotted them! An Amish couple parked across the street.... with my wooden door on top of their buggy! OOOOO the satisfaction at being picked. It's like gym class in elementary school, I want my stuff gone quicker than the neighbors. Plus, the city is always late picking the stuff up so better for "pickers" to get it early in the week than for it to lay in the front lawn !
Bill carried an old air conditioner down there Monday afternoon and has it in a black trash bag! That's not proper merchandising! He said he was surprised it wasn't picked up yet. I told him it would be gone if it wasn't covered. He said he didn't want it to get wet. HUH? Why, it's JUNK! Who ever takes it will be after the metals in it not the unit itself!
I was so hoping to get a photo of an Amish buggy with multiple mattresses piled on top! It's been raining though so I've only seen 1 and I was driving down the road when I saw it. It is a funny site. A little black buggy with as many mattresses as possible piled high on top! Usually more than I'd even put on our pick up!
What always gets me is the wives that ride along. There is no way I'd do that. When I was 17 I had a boyfriend who wanted to drive around and look at that stuff and I was so embarrassed! I only dated him 2 weeks, it was doomed!
I've tried to tell Georgia, our neighbor lady, to set a lawn chair out and wait for the men to come to her! There's some real lookers out picking through junk. Beer bellys, ripped flannel shirts, holey jeans all in rusted pick up truck! Be still my beating heart!
This time of year reminds me that the only difference between a garage sale and trash is how close it is to the curb.

HAPPY EASTER!

I'm Casual

Last night I ran out to a city larger than ours to get some last minute Easter stuff and just left. Didn't even pay attention to what I was wearing. I had on a pair of sweat pants and an old Cleveland Indians hoodie. Thankfully it was opening day for the Indians so maybe I could get away with that.
I was thinking that on a weekly basis people ask me who cuts my hair. My hair is all I have left! It's thick and healthy. I told the girl who cuts it she should shave her number in my head and she said it grows fast enough she could!
You know no one ever asks....
Where did you get those sweat pants?
Where'd you get that shirt with bleach and/or grease stains?
Where'd you get those orthopedic tennis shoes?
No I'm not concerned with fashion in the least. When it's time to walk out the door I just go. Try to match at least, but other than that I could care less.
I see women at the library with their kids dressed to the 9's and think WHY?
I watch What Not to Wear and think what's wrong with walking the dog in holey jeans and a t-shirt from high school. I mean what is proper attire for picking up dog poop? The outfits they suggest for running to the grocery store! Give me a break! Who cares! As long as you're covered appropriately and clean!

Better and Better

I took Naomi down to 400 mg twice a day on Keppra, the only drug she's currently taking. She just gets better and better. I dropped her down to this dose last Sunday and Tuesday her occupational therapist Anna was like "Wow, we had a great day". She's more interactive with her brother, who thinks it's sweet and gross. He hates when her spit gets on him. Her sleep is better. She's slept through the night until 7 a.m. quite a few times. Today she was up at 4:30 and that seems to be her other waking time. If I can get her past 4:30 we're fine.
Her ketones are all over the place in the morning. Today they were only 5 and that's over an hour after she'd had a meal. They want them to stay over 80 ideally I guess. That just makes me wonder if it's the diet that's helping or not.
Her seizures are better. We're going a lot of days with no cluster at all. Twice now we've only seen 8 myoclonics all day and they were all very light. The other days are still good, staying below 25.
So it seems we're on a good track. Just wish I was more confident that it's the diet that's doing it. Since her ketones are all over the place I'm wondering if the Keppra wasn't just aggravating the seizures.

All you Washingtoniers (? what do they call people from WA?)

Any of you ever visited North West Trek?
We did and I recommend it!
Even though when we went a vet was there to examine a mountain goat and the only way to do that was to shoot it with a tranquilizer gun. So if your children are extra sensitive, beware. Though if you have boys they'll think it's cool!

Therapy

Naomi loves her therapy, loves her therapist. When her occupational therapist comes to get her from the physical therapist in the gym she runs up to her for a hug. When she sees her speech therapist she gets so excited and points like "I know you!". So today I called the state program that pays for our therapy. I have to reapply for the program every year and I sent all my paper work in back in November. Her coverage ran out January 31 and it was March 23 before we got our approval letter. One problem.... they didn't add therapy on to the approval letter. My husbands insurance through work pays for 52 therapy sessions a year. Since Naomi gets 6 therapy sessions a week that goes quickly then we're thankful for BCMH to pick up the slack and continue her therapy.
On March 23 after receiving the approval letter minus the therapy I went to our pediatricians office so they could fax what I needed sent in to BCMH. They actually had to first send it to our neurologist office. Long story short everything was faxed to BCMH on March 30. It was put on the nurses desk for review April 2, I just got off the phone to BCMH and she told me that therapy is special and we have to actually ask for it every year, it's not just automatically added on! What crap! She said I've done everything right though.
As soon as I got off the phone with BCMH the therapy called. Naomi is out of visits. I told her to go ahead and cancel tomorrows appointment because let me tell you seeing 3 therapist is not cheap!!!! If we just continue as we have been and no one else will pay for it we would be in the poor house quick!
As much as I hate having to get up early and get her going out the door to therapy by 8 on Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm sitting here crying over it because she's my baby and she needs help and what if everything doesn't come through and we can't afford to give her the help!
She does get additional therapy for free through the local special needs school, they're on spring break this week.
It's all so stressful. Like having a kid with developmental delays isn't enough you have to go to war with the system to get them the help they need!
And why is it all so expensive!!! Over $2200/ month for therapy!

The 9 fingered Dentist

That's what the dentist may be able to rename his practice after an encounter tomorrow with my baby girl!
I called my neighbor last night ,who is a supervisor at the hospital very near the pediatric dentist Naomi will be visiting, and asked her to have a surgical team assembled to reattach the dentist's finger. She laughed and said she'd make sure the hand surgeons were well equipped and ready to operate.
Seriously my child has one heck of a bite on her! Her speech therapist gave her a Nuk massage brush to chew while she was there then put it in the dishwasher. She said when she pulled it out she saw it was shredded and she showed it to her supervisor and she was in awe. She'd never seen a child do that!!!!
Naomi is going to the dentist because her 2 year molars have not all came in. Only 1 of the four came in and it just popped up in December. Our dentist said the pediatric dentist could x-ray her and see if she even has the molars. If not, then she just doesn't have them. I'm kind of hoping that's the case! My husband says his wisdom teeth came in with no problem. So I don't doubt that it's possible there's some genetic predisposition to lack of teeth. His Grandpa is from Kentucky. His Grandma is from Alabama and they lived together in West Virginia. None of those states exactly known for their dental care.
So tomorrow 3 pm EST stop for a moment of silence for the poor dentist who may have lost a finger. Well the appointment is at 3 so it'll probably be more like 3:30 before we actually see the dentist!

DENTAL UPDATE:
We went to the dentist. Basically he counted teeth and looked at her teeth thoroughly. She screamed the whole time. The dentist and I sat knee to knee and He held her head in his lap and looked in her mouth from behind, while I held her bottom in my lap with her lengthy legs dangling and me holding on to her hands. Like I said she screamed, no tears just yelling. As soon as we let her up she was fine even giggled as we walked out to the toy chest. The dentist said lots of kids don't get their 2 year molars until after 3 maybe even 4. He thought since she doesn't eat much hard food on the Ketogenic Diet that she doesn't have that chewing to help them come in. He said he could feel the lower left, it's definitely there and if in 6 months they're not in to call and maybe do x-rays to look at the tops. He also said there will probably be a lot of crowding in her teeth so maybe at 9 or 10 start looking into braces.
Can we start making payments now? As much as they've gone up in the last 16 years since I had braces I can just imagine what they're be 7 years from now! UGH!!!

No Bunny for Easter

Fawn is looking for Easter treat ideas for a kid on the Ketogenic Diet. That made me think of Resurrection Cookies. For some reason I was thinking that the cookies disappeared over night but no, they're just hollow. So that's out! What kind of mother would take a child through making cookies only to say "sorry, you can't have one!". That's the predicament us Keto-moms are in. Trying to find non-food treats for food centered holidays. But, if it helps our kids we find a way and remember it's only 2 or 3 Easter's we have to get through.
So if anyone has any ideas send them over to Fawn.
I thought I'd post a link to a Resurrection Cookie recipe I found on the Internet that illustrates it much better than I could!
Now here's what we're going through this Easter. Naomi is clueless so she could care less. There will be no Easter egg hunt for her. She doesn't do "in" she only does "take out and throw".
Isaiah wants a chocolate bunny. He told his Dad the Easter bunny will bring it and Bill said "son, do you really think there's a giant bunny my size going door to door?" Isaiah said "no that's not believable but maybe a little one."
Back when he asked me about Santa and I told him that yes his friend was right, I put the presents under the tree. The next question was "what about the Easter bunny?" and I told him Yep, that's me too. So we thought he understood. I think he does know he's just having trouble letting go! I've even been asking him to help pick stuff out for Naomi's basket thinking then he'd be on the giving side of it. I guess he's just at that age. In between knowing it's all not real and accepting it's all not real.

The Next Generation

When did I slip into the hole left by my parents "baby boomer" generation?
I was once one of those girls with a boyfriend with way too much money invested in a car stereo system. I married him! Bill's stereo was so loud in his truck that the rear view mirror was a safety hazard. The bass would vibrate it until it only reflected the seat bottoms.
Today Naomi was napping and our neighbor girls boyfriend was revving the engine of his car. He's put one of those tail pipes on it that makes it sound like a race car, even though it's a Chevy Cobalt. I hope he can laugh at the money he spent on that some day, and how ridiculous it is to put pipes like that on THAT car. A bit like putting racing stripes on an AMC Pinto.
I was just laying there wishing she'd wake up so I'd have a reason to go out there and shove that muffler, I mean reasonably discuss how rude it is to make so much noise. It's not just normal coming and going he means to rev it again and again and again and he's sitting right under the bedroom window doing it.
At least I don't have to hear it late at night. He spends most weekends over there all night. Being that their 16 yr old kids they don't get up and leave at the crack of dawn either. So by the time they do leave I've been up for hours. (Sorry I'm trying really hard not to judge their parents for this but I'm having a hard time!)
Maybe some morning at 6 I should go under their bedroom window with a CD player and blast them with Thomas' Trackside Tunes or the Veggietales Jonah soundtrack! Some ,We Are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything at 6 a.m. may just make them conscious of my plight!

My Latest Book

Ok, FINALLY I got to the library to get a book! I started reading it today it's titled "I Was A Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids".
I saw the women who wrote the book on the Today Show promoting their latest book "I'd Trade My Husband for a Housekeeper".
I just started the book today but already I feel really good about reading it. It's a reality check in some ways. About the pressures we moms put on ourselves and some of the unrealistic expectations. One thing I read that I totally relate to is this...Part of my stress is decision making. I mean I'm totally responsible for everything related to my kids. Since I make all the decisions I am responsible if it doesn't work out.
Bill is really good about helping with meals, laundry, cleaning and all that. But sometimes the biggest thing that would help me is if he would make a decision. He won't even decide what restaurant we'll go out to. Most of that is mostly he doesn't want to make the wrong decision.
The book says as mom's we're chauffeurs, accountants, interior designers, etc. and what cracked me up is it says we get frequent daily job "reviews" from angry little bosses.
I do feel burnt out sometimes. I feel like if I were to go back to work I'd feel extreme guilt and if I continue to stay home the days just all run together. I can't even imagine leaving Naomi with a baby sitter. I can't even leave her very often with her Dad. I just feel like the one time I'm not with her something bad will happen. Especially since once I had an appt. with the SS office and Bill called me on my way home and she was having a really bad cluster.
It feels selfish to say but I miss getting up when I wanted, going to bed when I wanted. Just being able to be where Naomi is out of my eye sight without worrying she's climbing something, tearing up something or anything like that.
There's no taking her outside to watch her play in the yard. Or play with her. Our yard is not fenced and going out is super stressful. I'm just constantly chasing her all over the place trying to keep her from running all over the place. Trying to keep her from eating dirt and grass. She mostly swings. At least then she's contained.
She's so funny and so much fun so much of the time. But still how would you like to be at work 24/7? That's what it feels like too often. It's a catch 22 though. If I go away for a break I am so anxious wondering what is going on with her.
Bill did make a gate for the deck so this year hopefully we'll at least get out on the deck and I won't have to worry about her falling down the steps onto concrete. Last summer was shot because of Topamax and it's nasty side effects.
I know one day Isaiah will be grown. Heck, he seems mostly grown now, he can pretty much take care of himself! I know one day I'll forget how this all feels some days and wish they were little again. I know I should just enjoy one day at a time. But some days are harder than others.
Oh well, I think I need a nap!

Another reason to hate sports

Have you seen the uniforms that high school girls wear for volleyball now a days?
God I sound old! But really!
Skin tight shirts, knee socks and shorts so short and so tight they must be made of stretchy material! But they barely cover their tushys!
Sadly at this age, I'm pretty sure I have panties bigger than those girls "shorts"!
Is the word inappropriate still in the dictionary? There's so many things that are not appropriate going on I just can't believe it still is.
Maybe it's that no one uses a dictionary anymore! Maybe I should "Google" the word!
Maybe I'm just old, but it seems like the more time passes the higher hem lines go up.
My Aunt is almost 70 and still has her HS cheerleading skirt. Think poodle skirt, that's how long it is.
I graduated in 1992 and the cheerleaders had skirts that came just above the knees. At this rate by the time Naomi graduates the girls will be out there in nothing but a thong!