Sunday, November 30, 2008

Village Parade

The girls were part of the Arroyo Grande Parks and Rec parade group tonight. I can't say that I found it to be an enjoyable experience. We got there on time and spent 10 minutes trying to figure out where to line up, only to find that someone was parked in our spot. Then we were told that we were number 45 out of 50. So, we waited from about 4:30-6:00 before finally entering the parade. The kids were tired and restless but made it fine through the three blocks long parade. Matea had fun and a lot of the parade goers seemed to find her adorable, just like I do. Bella told me afterward that next year, she'd rather just watch the parade instead of being in it. Fine by me.

Thanksgiving in the Valley

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Quality Time

During Matea's nap this afternoon, I decided to take Bella with me to run a few errands and spend some time together, just the two of us. Here was our conversation in the car...

Bella: Papa is smarter than you are.
Me: Thanks. I'm having a great time too.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Convo with Matea

Most people notice that Matea talks really well for a two year old and has a great vocabulary. So, sometimes, we can get in serious discussions like the following...

Me: Matea, you're drooling so much and your shirt is drenched. It's gross.
Matea: I'm not gwoss!
Me: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you're gross, but all the drooling is.
Matea: You hurt me.
Me: I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry. Come here, let me hug you. Maybe you have a new tooth coming in. (Check it out) Yep! You're getting a new tooth!
Matea: I don't wanna a new toof! I don't want it!

Steve came home a while later and thought she felt warm. She had a 102.5 degree fever! Bella never really had any teething symptoms other than discomfort so I always forget about the fever, running nose, and all that other stuff. Anyway, I pumped some motrin in her and felt like a better mother.

Bella Reading

After realizing that we were sort of missing the boat with Bella on her interest in reading, I finally picked up the Bob Books yesterday and away she went! Now, I'm actually feeling a little bit better about waiting until now to start working on reading because she's doing it well and is confident. Being confident is a big deal for Bella. If she feels like she can't do something, just like her mama, it ends in yelling, tears and throwing.

Anyway, we're really proud of her and she even read her own Clifford bedtime book last night. I'm hoping my mom can get the rest of the Bob Book series for her through a connection at school and for her birthday, I might suggest to Matea that she gets Bella some of the phonics box sets from Dora, The Backyardigans, etc..

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

MRI Results

Everything was clear! It was so nice, my doctor walked in and the first thing he said was "Your brain is fine". We talked a lot about all of the other withdrawal symptoms I'm having in addition to the hallucinations and it turns out I may just be at the beginning of this ordeal. Apparently even at the low dosage that I was taking, it's recommended that a patient step off their dosage over a 3 month period. I went cold turkey! Now I know why my pharmacist's jaw dropped when this all first started and I told him I was off it cold turkey. I guess the doctor I saw the first night this all happened (my regular doctor's partner), wasn't aware of how extreme the withdrawal process could be.

So, because I didn't gradually go off the medicine, it could actually take a few months for my body to readjust and for all of the withdrawal symptoms to go away. I'm so relieved that the MRI was clear but still upset to hear that this all will go on for a while longer. Thanks for all of your good thoughts.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Quick Update

Still hallucinating at night. MRI scheduled for this afternoon. I'm hoping to have results by the end of the day but I know that's optimistic.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Some interesting quotes from this week

Matea to Jeff Lahodny: "Jeff, look at my boobies." (while pulling down her leotard)
Me to Matea: "Is that marker on your vagina? Did you color on your lala?" (and yes, she had)
Me to Bella: "Devin's not coming over to babysit pretend Haley. She's coming over to babysit real Bella so you've only got about 5 minutes left of playing Haley."
Bella: "Can I have pumpkin pie for dinner?"

Drama at the Dollar Tree

I took the girls to Dollar Tree yesterday to do some high end Christmas shopping. We ended up having quite the incident.

Matea picked out a faux ceramic cat for great-grandma that was exactly like the one she "gave" me for my birthday (really, she just let me open it, took it back, and then I secretly threw it away when she stepped on it and broke its paw). While walking around, she dropped the kitty and it shattered into hundreds of pieces. She was grief stricken. I'm talking down on her knees, sobbing, screaming "My kitty! My kitty!", and trying to pick up all of the little pieces. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it was as though a real kitten that she'd had for 15 years was run over in front of her. It was tragic.

In these overly dramatic and emotional situations, I don't think I'm usually very sympathetic. Bella's quite the drama queen so I'm usually just irritated by the huge emotional production. But I felt terrible for Matea. It was obvious that she was really devastated and her emotions were completely genuine. A stranger walked up to us and asked me to give her all of the broken pieces so she could throw them away while I whisked Tate over to buy a new kitty.

I felt so bad for her, I secretly bought two. One for her to give to great grandma and one for her stocking. I was feeling like quite the softy and really proud of myself for giving in to the dollar piece of crap which I normally find to be a waste but was happy to buy because I knew how happy Matea will be on Christmas morning. Then Bella had to ruin it all by blurting out in her loudest voice, "Um, why are you buying two kitties? Who is that black one for?". Shutty.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I love this kid

Matea is so much fun. Bella's going through another big whiney, ungrateful phase so Matea really lightens the mood. I'm sure Matea will go through the spoiled brat phase too once she learns to articulate her feelings better. In the meantime, she really brings so much fun and joy to my day.

She's potty training, doing a great job, and prefers to spend most of the day naked. Wearing undies is her idea of fully dressed. She's still a little peanut, only about 25 pounds, and she just looks so tiny wearing her undies.

We're still working on the bunk bed transition. Matea generally does well at nap time, maybe because I've been bribing her with peanut butter m&m's. Hey, whatever works. I won't do it forever. Just until she's 12 or so. Night time is another story. Some nights they settle in with 15 minutes after some chatter and a trip or two to the livingroom to try and strike up a conversation. Other nights, like last night, they spend an hour laughing, screaming, repeatedly coming out into the hallway to see what we're doing. So I decided to try and skip her nap today, hoping she would maybe fall asleep more easily tonight. I thought we were all lying down watching a movie and then I found her snoozing.

A quick update on my hallucinations. Still having them at night although they seem to be a little less frequent and strong. I saw my doctor again yesterday and he agreed to wait until Monday for the MRI. If the hallucinations are being caused by the fibromyalgia medicine I just stopped, they should be gone by Monday. If not, there's a very small chance it could be something else like a brain tumor. My doctor assured me that he's confident it's withdrawal from the med and not to even think about the MRI or brain tumor right now. My anxiety level is crazy right now so I'm taking medicine at night to help with that and also help me sleep. My doctor wants me to continue with that for another few weeks until we can officially close the book on the hallucinations and move on with life.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Bad Parenting

We've been planning for the last year to get the girls bunk beds toward the end of this year. I ordered them last week and in a moment of bad parenting, we decided to pick them up last night, spontaneously buy a mattress that was $75 more than we thought we would spend, assemble the bunk beds, and throw the kids in to sleep two hours past their normal bed time with no bunk bed sleeping preparation.

Steve kept pointing out that when we moved Bella to a big girl bed, we talked about it for weeks in advance. With Matea, we just said, "Hey, look where you sleep now. Good luck."

The girls were really excited and definitely had some trouble settling down. Bella fell asleep within 20 minutes or so but Matea made a few trips out of bed before finally giving in at 10:00. This is the first phase of their grand bedroom redo that we're giving them for Christmas. They don't know it but on Christmas Eve, they're going to sleep in our room and we're going to completely makeover their bedroom with new paint, bedding, storage, desk, and decor. I'll definitely be having some late night coffee then.

In other news, the girls seem to be full of illness and injury this morning. It looks like Bella has ringworm (yuck!) so I'm taking her into the doctor later this morning. And Matea woke up saying her foot hurt and has given up wobbling around and is crawling instead. She keeps pointing to her toes but they look fine and don't seem to bother her when we move or squeeze them.

Monday, November 03, 2008