Nothing says "Welcome Home Daddy" quite like projectile vomiting all over us, in bed, at 5am in the morning....volumes of it. I'm still washing all the sheets, blankets, pillows, clothes....
I know folks are wondering where I am, how Logan and I are doing, and where all the frequent blog postings are.... here's a quick update from the week (things are fine, just a little hectic with my hands full while Jon was gone):
Little Logan is still a bit under the weather but we're not quite sure what with. It seems like he's got a little bug with all the throw up (the other morning he spewed a nice puddle of it while half asleep, through his crib railings and onto the floor and rug beneath) and explosive diarrhea I've been cleaning up. Or, maybe it's his way of saying he missed Daddy this week? I know I did.
The upside is, after dousing us with milky puke this morning, he then smiled and laughed and gurgled and coo'd like nothing was wrong at all, so at least he's in his usual charming good mood while being sick. :)
I ended up taking Logan to the dermatologist since the rash on his face got a lot worse - turns out he's got seborrheic dermatitis (they think the heat wave we had this past week set it off). Can't say I'm entirely surprised given he's had skin issues since birth. So we now have a(nother) new lotion to put on his face. I applied some last night and it's already 100% better this morning. Cool.
We had skipped swim class on Tuesday night with all that was going on, but I took Logan on Thursday and we had a great time. We're still practicing getting our faces wet, and now learning how to turn around and grab for the side after falling in (from a sitting position on the edge of the pool). We also just started the motions of turning over from back to tummy to back again (to get them used to turning and floating on their back if they fall in). Great, practical stuff in my opinion, and I'm really glad we have him going to the classes.
I lost 2lbs from my first week on weight watchers. Let's hope the trend continues!
Twyla is still on the roof. I'm getting desperate and about to plead with our neighbor, the fireman, to help get her down since it's going on a week now....!!! We'll try to take another stab at getting her down this weekend, now that Jon's home to help.
Sanka has diabetes. Her sugar levels are through the roof. I visited the vet yesterday and received a tutorial on how to give her insulin shots, which we'll start on Monday. Twice a day. We have special food to give her as well. We have to take her in after a few days to measure her glucose and see if the dosage is right or needs some adjusting.
Feels like life just got a little more complicated. But, I know we can handle it.
Yes we can.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
When it rains...it pours...
Have you ever had that feeling that when the shit hits the fan, it REALLY hits the fan, all at once and splatters indiscriminately all over the damn place?
The past few days, and the next, look to be very entertaining indeed. And, just when I think this is about all I can handle right now something else turns up.
For instance, my back. My injections last Monday went well, but I was in MORE pain the few days afterwards. I got shots of cortisone to EASE the pain. So, doesn't that seem counter-intuitive to you? My PT explained it to me as, if my glass is already full, and we fill it with just a little bit more liquid, it's going to be SPILLING over. Spilling over with aching numbing pain she forgot to add.
Luckily, my back started feeling better about Sunday afternoon. And then, Jon took off for a week-long business trip to NY on Monday morning.
Sanka, our oldest cat, has also been failing (we're all old and rickety in this here house). We started noticing that she's been losing weight these past couple of weeks, at a dramatic rate mind you, yet she's eating and DRINKING, like crazy!
And then there's the pee. Ohhhhh, the pee.
Remember when I mentioned we got back from our LA trip only to be greeted by a warm stuffy house smelling of cat shit and pee? Well, the pattern has continued - pee just outside the litter box, on the floor, a nice shiny wet big puddle for one of us to clean up each morning, noon or night.
And just when you thought that was enough (we're tearing our hair out trying to figure out WHY OH FUCKING WHY aren't the cats using their litter boxes properly anymore?!?!) I wake up with a jolt the other night to a nice warm WET lap. That's right. More pee. On our bed. On our comforter. On my pajamas. ON ME.
And we thought, hmmmm, maybe this pee deal is Sanka and not Iz (whomy husband we were blaming) afterall.
So I took her to the vet today to get checked out. They think it's either one of three things:
We'll find out tomorrow.
That's the oldest cat. Now let's turn to the youngest cat. Twyla. She's our most feral skittish cat of all, and really only likes to hang out with me. She will sneak outside when she gets a chance and frankly, we haven't really cared esp. given she's put on some extra weight after moving to the new house and she needs to work. it. off.
But I digress. So Twyla likes to do the cat walk along our fences, our neighbors' fences, everyone's fences, you name it. And, has discovered hey! this fence juts right up against the house so it's only a 3 ft (or so) jump up onto this nifty roof here.
And there you go. She's now stuck on the roof. Been stuck up there for A FEW DAYS. I kid you not. Jon tried, unsuccessfully, several times before he left for his trip, to get her down. Me with the bad back, even *I* have tried several times to coax her down (I even climbed onto the roof tonight in a desperate attempt to free her, just don't tell my PT that). We must look like idiots, teetering at the top of our ladder, leaning over the edge of our roof, shaking a bowl full of kibble saying "heeeeeeeere kitty kitty kitty!! c'mon cute kitty! heeeeeeeere, little Twyla!"
And the moment she gets within arm's reach, I try to grab her and WHOOSH she splits. She's just super spooked. And, the longer she's up there, the more spooked she gets.
Hey, and did I tell you we've hit a heat wave this week and it's running in the 100's during the day and oh yeah, roof tops are probably one of the hottest places around to sit all day with no food, no water, no shade?
Jon tells me tonight, don't give her too much food and water. Then I'll have to clean poop and pee from the roof.
Ummm, Jon? If I don't give her food and water, you'll be cleaning a dead cat from the roof. Take your pick.
Who's next?
Oh right. My son.
I got a call this afternoon from Logan's preschool. It's never a good sign when your cell lights up with your preschool's name on it. The teachers aren't calling to chat about the holiday weekend or the Stevie concert you just went to. Nosiree. They call and say "Hi Bree, no need to alarm, but Logan seems to be really sick."
No need to alarm? Then why the hell are you calling me?
Well, that little rash he had around his eyes yesterday has come back, and looks a lot worse. In fact, it's all over his cheeks now too.
Oh great.
And, he hasn't been eating nearly as much as usual.
Uh huh.
And, his cough seems to be getting worse.
Anything else?
Yeah. He had an explosive diarrhea a little bit ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet, but if he has another, then he has to go home for sure.
But you know, no need to alarm.
*sigh*
So I took Loganito to the dr's this afternoon, right after my PT appt (where I swore I wouldn't be climbing on any rooftops) and right before Sanka's vet appt (where I juggled a crying kitty in one arm and a crying baby in the other).
Luckily, it doesn't appear to be anything too serious. The doc thinks he's had some sort of allergic reaction, probably to food (the most recent new food we gave him was yogurt just a couple of days ago) but it's really hard to say.... So, we're laying low for awhile. Off the yogurt and will wait for the rash to go away. In a few weeks we can introduce yogurt back into Logan's diet and see if he has any of the same reactions or not (the dr thinks most likely not so we'll see). Other than that, he's ok. Nothing contagious or life threatening. His cough is a little "croupy" but nothing to worry about (clear lungs, nose, ears, etc.).
You'd think all this would drive a woman to drink. And yet....
I started weight watchers last week instead.
The past few days, and the next, look to be very entertaining indeed. And, just when I think this is about all I can handle right now something else turns up.
For instance, my back. My injections last Monday went well, but I was in MORE pain the few days afterwards. I got shots of cortisone to EASE the pain. So, doesn't that seem counter-intuitive to you? My PT explained it to me as, if my glass is already full, and we fill it with just a little bit more liquid, it's going to be SPILLING over. Spilling over with aching numbing pain she forgot to add.
Luckily, my back started feeling better about Sunday afternoon. And then, Jon took off for a week-long business trip to NY on Monday morning.
Sanka, our oldest cat, has also been failing (we're all old and rickety in this here house). We started noticing that she's been losing weight these past couple of weeks, at a dramatic rate mind you, yet she's eating and DRINKING, like crazy!
And then there's the pee. Ohhhhh, the pee.
Remember when I mentioned we got back from our LA trip only to be greeted by a warm stuffy house smelling of cat shit and pee? Well, the pattern has continued - pee just outside the litter box, on the floor, a nice shiny wet big puddle for one of us to clean up each morning, noon or night.
And just when you thought that was enough (we're tearing our hair out trying to figure out WHY OH FUCKING WHY aren't the cats using their litter boxes properly anymore?!?!) I wake up with a jolt the other night to a nice warm WET lap. That's right. More pee. On our bed. On our comforter. On my pajamas. ON ME.
And we thought, hmmmm, maybe this pee deal is Sanka and not Iz (who
So I took her to the vet today to get checked out. They think it's either one of three things:
We'll find out tomorrow.
That's the oldest cat. Now let's turn to the youngest cat. Twyla. She's our most feral skittish cat of all, and really only likes to hang out with me. She will sneak outside when she gets a chance and frankly, we haven't really cared esp. given she's put on some extra weight after moving to the new house and she needs to work. it. off.
But I digress. So Twyla likes to do the cat walk along our fences, our neighbors' fences, everyone's fences, you name it. And, has discovered hey! this fence juts right up against the house so it's only a 3 ft (or so) jump up onto this nifty roof here.
And there you go. She's now stuck on the roof. Been stuck up there for A FEW DAYS. I kid you not. Jon tried, unsuccessfully, several times before he left for his trip, to get her down. Me with the bad back, even *I* have tried several times to coax her down (I even climbed onto the roof tonight in a desperate attempt to free her, just don't tell my PT that). We must look like idiots, teetering at the top of our ladder, leaning over the edge of our roof, shaking a bowl full of kibble saying "heeeeeeeere kitty kitty kitty!! c'mon cute kitty! heeeeeeeere, little Twyla!"
And the moment she gets within arm's reach, I try to grab her and WHOOSH she splits. She's just super spooked. And, the longer she's up there, the more spooked she gets.
Hey, and did I tell you we've hit a heat wave this week and it's running in the 100's during the day and oh yeah, roof tops are probably one of the hottest places around to sit all day with no food, no water, no shade?
Jon tells me tonight, don't give her too much food and water. Then I'll have to clean poop and pee from the roof.
Ummm, Jon? If I don't give her food and water, you'll be cleaning a dead cat from the roof. Take your pick.
Who's next?
Oh right. My son.
I got a call this afternoon from Logan's preschool. It's never a good sign when your cell lights up with your preschool's name on it. The teachers aren't calling to chat about the holiday weekend or the Stevie concert you just went to. Nosiree. They call and say "Hi Bree, no need to alarm, but Logan seems to be really sick."
No need to alarm? Then why the hell are you calling me?
Well, that little rash he had around his eyes yesterday has come back, and looks a lot worse. In fact, it's all over his cheeks now too.
Oh great.
And, he hasn't been eating nearly as much as usual.
Uh huh.
And, his cough seems to be getting worse.
Anything else?
Yeah. He had an explosive diarrhea a little bit ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet, but if he has another, then he has to go home for sure.
But you know, no need to alarm.
*sigh*
So I took Loganito to the dr's this afternoon, right after my PT appt (where I swore I wouldn't be climbing on any rooftops) and right before Sanka's vet appt (where I juggled a crying kitty in one arm and a crying baby in the other).
Luckily, it doesn't appear to be anything too serious. The doc thinks he's had some sort of allergic reaction, probably to food (the most recent new food we gave him was yogurt just a couple of days ago) but it's really hard to say.... So, we're laying low for awhile. Off the yogurt and will wait for the rash to go away. In a few weeks we can introduce yogurt back into Logan's diet and see if he has any of the same reactions or not (the dr thinks most likely not so we'll see). Other than that, he's ok. Nothing contagious or life threatening. His cough is a little "croupy" but nothing to worry about (clear lungs, nose, ears, etc.).
You'd think all this would drive a woman to drink. And yet....
I started weight watchers last week instead.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Oh Stevieeeeeeeeee
concert!!!!
(I took the pic a little off center so you can see him on the big
screen) :)
Friday, July 4, 2008
Red, White and Blue
Happy 4th of July! Today Jon and I tried to sleep in since it was a holiday and we went to bed way too late last night, but Logan wasn't having any of it. Dang.
So instead we played around the house, and since I am still a bit sore (I started carrying Logan a tiny bit today) I whipped out his trusty red wagon for him to ride around the house in (and so I could PUSH rather than carry). Feeling patriotic, I took the opportunity to get in a few red, white and blue shots for the day. Well, mostly red and blue, with a little star-spangled blanket mixed in for good measure.
We spent the afternoon at the Hicksons for a big BBQ bash. All of our friends made it which was good fun. And as everyone noted, Logan's latest (development?) little trick is GROWLING. Not just one or two growls - it's NONSTOP growling in these here parts. He just can't get enough! It's quite entertaining, especially when he tenses up and shakes with excitement at the same time. :) He also got to try some fresh juicy watermelon for the first time today - and absolutely LOVED it (he seemed to like packing away a little piece in each cheek pocket to suck on while playing.... watermelon-flavored slobber anyone?)
We left before the fireworks started, since our little guy passed out from all the activity (and Mommy can take watching only SO much Guitar Hero). Of course, I forgot my camera, but I'm sure one of the other Moms will be posting pics of the day up soon....so come back later for some updated links on this post!
So instead we played around the house, and since I am still a bit sore (I started carrying Logan a tiny bit today) I whipped out his trusty red wagon for him to ride around the house in (and so I could PUSH rather than carry). Feeling patriotic, I took the opportunity to get in a few red, white and blue shots for the day. Well, mostly red and blue, with a little star-spangled blanket mixed in for good measure.
We spent the afternoon at the Hicksons for a big BBQ bash. All of our friends made it which was good fun. And as everyone noted, Logan's latest (development?) little trick is GROWLING. Not just one or two growls - it's NONSTOP growling in these here parts. He just can't get enough! It's quite entertaining, especially when he tenses up and shakes with excitement at the same time. :) He also got to try some fresh juicy watermelon for the first time today - and absolutely LOVED it (he seemed to like packing away a little piece in each cheek pocket to suck on while playing.... watermelon-flavored slobber anyone?)
We left before the fireworks started, since our little guy passed out from all the activity (and Mommy can take watching only SO much Guitar Hero). Of course, I forgot my camera, but I'm sure one of the other Moms will be posting pics of the day up soon....so come back later for some updated links on this post!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Sentimental Moments
Over the past couple of days I've been feeling more sentimental than usual. Not exactly sure why. The snot Jon would say it's because Aunt Flo just visited. I think it's because our little boy is growing so big, so fast.
Now that I think about it, it was probably the teeth that did it for me.
Anyway, the past couple of mornings I couldn't resist taking some pics of our boy. Saturday he had a tough time napping, but when he finally did conk out (on our bed, as I folded laundry), it just HIT ME how dang BIG he's gotten! Take a look for yourself. HUGE, right?
Then yesterday morning, we woke him up early so we could all get out of the house and head to the surgery center for my injections. Logan and I had a fun time playing with the camera while Daddy got ready and again, it just HIT ME how special Logan is and how lucky we are to have him. And, I got misty-eyed thinking how I wouldn't be able to hold or carry him like I always do, these next few days after my procedure.
Hopeless, I know. But, c'mon, if you had this darling face (literally) grabbing for your love and attention every other second, wouldn't you be just as hopeless?
Now that I think about it, it was probably the teeth that did it for me.
Anyway, the past couple of mornings I couldn't resist taking some pics of our boy. Saturday he had a tough time napping, but when he finally did conk out (on our bed, as I folded laundry), it just HIT ME how dang BIG he's gotten! Take a look for yourself. HUGE, right?
Then yesterday morning, we woke him up early so we could all get out of the house and head to the surgery center for my injections. Logan and I had a fun time playing with the camera while Daddy got ready and again, it just HIT ME how special Logan is and how lucky we are to have him. And, I got misty-eyed thinking how I wouldn't be able to hold or carry him like I always do, these next few days after my procedure.
Hopeless, I know. But, c'mon, if you had this darling face (literally) grabbing for your love and attention every other second, wouldn't you be just as hopeless?
Getting our face wet
First off, since everyone's been asking, I got a *couple* quick snapshots of Logan's new teeth, but it's been REALLY hard to catch the darn things. So, here ya go. Small, but definitely there! (he tried biting my nose this morning to let me know he was hungry - yeah, they are there alright!)I'm currently under doctor's orders to stay put, lying down most of the day, and to not get up, walk around, do chores and most importantly, NOT carry anything over 5lbs.
So let's see. How much does Logan weigh these days? Yeaaaaaaaaah.
Because of that, Jon is currently Mr. Mom and will continue to be for the next couple of days while I stay gimp and totally useless around the house. :( I think we'll BOTH be happy when I am able to start helping out again!
And, because I can't hold Logan or do any activities at the moment, Jon took Logan to swim class tonight. I still went so I could take some pictures, of course! :)
They seemed to have a pretty good time -- today was a big day too, because it was time to get the babies' faces wet! Logan ended up sputtering and hacking a lung after every plunge, but actually did pretty well I think. Since Jarrod didn't have a camera with them, I took several shots of Jenn and Robert in the pool too. Click on the photo for more FUN from our big swim day!
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