Wednesday, April 29, 2009

5 hours and 7 days of my life I won't ever get back

Matea swallowed the penny last Wednesday. We had "the talk" about being happy you didn't choke and die but also irritated at your naughtiness. We also talked about me having to explore her poop for the penny.
So, for the last 7 days, I've been on a penny hunt. I missed one "opportunity" the morning after the penny was eaten but other than that, I've been diligent. We were supposed to take her back to the ER on Friday if she hadn't passed the penny. We decided to give it a few more days and I took her back in on Monday. I decided to go to an imaging facility rather than clog up the ER. Big mistake. We ended up leaving after an hour with no xray. Went to the hospital yesterday and had another failed experience.
Third time was a charm. After 45 minutes today, I found out that the little turd (pun totally intended) passed the freakin penny. It must have been in that first poop that I missed. So, I've been digging through poop for 7 days for nothing. And I wasted 5 hours of my week waiting for nothing.
I told Steve I deserve an extra big Mother's Day present as compensation for my time and effort and he told me I'd have to discuss that with Matea. How dare he!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Penny for Your Thoughts

My grandpa always used to say, "penny for your thoughts". If Matea says that to you, I'd decline the penny.

Yesterday afternoon, I was doing some last minute cleaning before leaving home to get Bella from preschool and then head to work for the night. Ironically enough, I was in the middle of cleaning up beads the girls had used earlier to make necklaces because I thought they would be a choking hazard for the kid who still puts everything in their mouth.

Then I heard a cry and a scared voice say, "Mommy I swallowed a money!". My gut response was, "You're freakin kidding me." She was not. You could see the fear on her face. I called Steve and told him quickly what had happened and let him know he may need to get Bella from school. Then I called our pediatrician you said she needed to go to the ER for an xray. It kind of seemed like overkill to both of us since she was breathing fine and talking and crying but we agreed it's better to be safe than sorry so off we went. Before we left though, I held out some coins and asked her if she knew which kind she swallowed so we could tell the doctor. She quickly picked out the penny and I was thankful that it was at least one of the smaller ones.

Tatey Cakes fell asleep on the way there and slept all through registration and triage. She woke up confused in the exam room and didn't even flinch when she noticed how handsome her ER doctor was (or maybe that was me who noticed, I can't remember). She gave the doctor her usual silent treatment and death stare which he thought was cute instead of rude. When he walked out, she sat up and said, "If the doctor cut off Baby Luke's head, wouldn't that be silly!" and then laughed hysterically. Our friend, Baby Luke, had surgery a few months ago to replace a shunt in his brain and Matea was very interested in all of the details. I swear, I never said they had to chop off his head to do it and I'm not sure why she was thinking about that yesterday when we were at the hospital for a very different reason.

Let me tell you, these people were way too nice. Kept calling her "Sweetie" and "Honey" and took her back to the special room to see her actual xray and meet other techs and talk about how cute she is. Then the doctor gave us a photocopy of the xray, showed us the penny in her stomach, and told her a little story about how it would travel for a few days and eventually come out. I told him he was making it sound way too fun and that if he didn't leave her feeling a little scared, we'd probably be back in next week with a different object.

So, Baby Girl is fine. Mostly, she's lucky she has good insurance and her little visit only cost us $5 instead of the hundreds or thousands that usually come with an ER visit. She's lucky she didn't choke and die like we've always told her she would if she kept putting things in her mouth (scare tactic style parenting at its finest).

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

That's My Girl

I'm in the kitchen making lunch and listening to the girls playing "babies". Here's what I just heard...

Bella: Well, you're not a good mama if you're feeding your baby diet pepsi.
Matea: No, it's ok, it's a baby diet pepsi.
Bella: Well, I still don't think that's ok.
Matea: No! She likes baby diet pepsi.

Excuse me while I wipe away proud tears.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Asleep at the Table

Just last week, Steve asked me which one of the girls had fallen asleep at the table like you see on "America's Funniest Home Videos". I told him it was Tatey Cakes and here's tonight's repeat performance to prove it...

Some say it's "unseasonably warm" here. I say it's freakin hot. Too freakin hot for the kind of money we pay to live in paradise. Yesterday was almost 100 degrees and today was in the 90's. Far too hot for an area without air conditioning.
So, we went to our community (mobile estate park) pool this morning bright and early at 9:00. The girls had fun and I was happy to wear my new Lands End bathing suit but mostly, I was irritated. The park just remodeled the pool a few months ago and decided to re-key the gate and force us to pay a $50 deposit for a new key. Really? The $350,000-400,000 you collect in space rent every month isn't enough to cover a damn key? When this key news broke, I declared to Steve that we were going to boycott the pool blah, blah, blah. Yeah, that didn't work out so well for me. One hot day and I caved.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Lots o' Easter Pics

Dying Eggs

Easter Eve Pj's

Chocolate coconut bird's nest

Egg Hunt #1

How did I get so lucky?

Displaying my bunny egg

Sharing this as my sister's punishment for not ever reading the blog

Bella's signature princess pose along with princess hair

Tatey wouldn't pose for a picture. Turns out being up until 10:00 the night before and being woken up early by your sister is not a recipe for a good day.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

2 Girls + 1 Basket of Makeup = Good Times (and a huge mess)

The girls haven't played with their makeup in months, mostly because I totally forgot about it. We (meaning I) somehow had made the mistake of storing it within their reach and they were constantly makeup-ing the whole freakin house. So sometime around Christmas, I packed it all up and put it at the top of their closet. Their glam session this morning reminded me why I did that. Jenni and Beth, does looking at this give you high blood pressure?