A Christmas Eve Letter to My Sons

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My Darling Boys,

It is Christmas Eve today.  Tomorrow morning, the four of us will sit down in the living room to watch you open your gifts and attempt to capture the joy and magic of Christmas morning.

But before we do that, I wanted to tell you something important.

This is not going to be a great Christmas, sweethearts.

If your Mommy wasn’t so organized, and hadn’t bought gifts throughout the year, you wouldn’t have any gifts at all.  We’re not so poor we can’t afford food or electricity (yet) but we are, now, poor enough that we cannot afford gifts.

You missed out on so many things that make December a magical month in my mind.  Decorating the tree, decorating the house, watching certain Christmas movies over and over again, baking cookies and treats, making fudge, hanging our many Christmas cards we have been given…well, darlings, the whole family was sick for pretty much the whole month of December, and without help, those things just…didn’t get done.

Your Daddy and I did drain our energy reserves making sure that there was – at least – a Christmas tree erected in the living room, but that was the extent of our decorating this year.

We frankly didn’t have the energy to fight you, Mr. Charm, over watching “Baby Einstein” versus “It’s A Wonderful Life”, so there were no Christmas movies this year.

My brain has been so fuzzy and my eyes so watery the last two weeks, I honestly haven’t even been capable of reading our Christmas cards.  Precious as they are to me, they’re in a nice stack in the kitchen for me to read when I physically can.  Which means they didn’t get hung in pride of place.

If I hadn’t been sick as a dog, and tending to two little boys who were also sick off and on throughout the month, I would have made a concerted effort to whip up some dairy/egg/fructose-free yummies for our Christmas goodies to enjoy this year.  But the sad truth is that this month found me often stretched beyond my limit just providing regular meals for all of us; treats were one of the first things to be thrown out in the interest of “survival” this year.

I’m sad that this Christmas is not going to be fantabulous for you boys.  I’m grateful that you’re both still so young that ANYTHING probably strikes you as glorious and awesome.

But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make the rest of your Christmas’ in this house as wonderful as I possibly can.

However, for as poor as we are this year, for as sick as we’ve been, for as meager a Christmas as we’re providing for you, I’m having to remember something vitally important: none of those things matters.

I love all the trappings, don’t get me wrong!  And I think they do make the whole month a magical experience in a lot of ways.

But the truth is, Christmas is not, never has been, and never will be about twinkle lights, Christmas trees, fudge, and cards.  

Christmas is about Jesus, and the beautiful gifts and promises of God.  

You see, my sweet boys, Jesus was God’s ONLY son.  He sent Jesus to Earth to live as a man, be crucified for our sins, and redeem us so that we may someday sit with God in Heaven.

As the mother of sons, I cannot possibly imagine sacrificing either one of you for any cause, no matter how noble or just.  So the magnitude of this gift from God is even more overwhelming and incomprehensible than ever, for me.

Christmas is the time of year we celebrate the birth of Jesus.  You are both so little, still, that I clearly remember your births.  Such small, scrawny, helpless little babes…but so absolutely, completely FULL of promise and hope.  Every single thing in the world is open to you boys.  You can do anything!

Jesus was THE promise and THE hope of life everlasting.  When he was born, Mary, his mother, surely looked at him the way I looked at you when you were born.  This scrawny, small, helpless, crying, messy baby just plunged his way into the world and straight into her heart.  As you did mine.

Mary had none of the trappings of Christmas when she gave birth to her son in a barn; she didn’t even have the possibility of taking a shower after the birth!  But she, Joseph, and their precious new Son were all that was necessary to feel the love of God, the gift of hope, and the limitless possibilities of new life.

So tomorrow morning, when we sit down together, I hope we all can remember that no matter how ‘successful’ any of us think our Christmas is, whether we have rich years or poor years in the future, whether we never receive another Christmas gift or eat another Christmas cookie in our lives, THAT, my dear sons, doesn’t matter.

What matters is that we are together, four people given to each other by the grace of God, to walk this Earth together, to celebrate and comfort and love one another, and that we have all been given the most precious gift of all: God’s precious son, Jesus Christ.  

YOU are MY precious sons, darlings.  

Merry Christmas with all the Love in my heart,
Mama

Christmas Decorating

Trimming the Tree

Every year, Thanksgiving Thursday comes and goes and I enjoy one blissful day off on Friday.  I sit around with the family, do nothing but eat leftovers, watch movies, play games, and enjoy the company.

Because come Saturday?

Christmas begins.

We get out the Christmas Tree, I crank up my “Christmas Music” playlist on iTunes, and we decorate the house like happy little elves.  (Or, grumpy little elves, in the case of the Geek. I just ignore the grousing.)

Out come my boxed Christmas cards that I always buy at the after-Christmas sales and store for use the next year, and I quickly get them ready to mail.

I start making my lists of Christmas confection goodies to make, and decide how many boxes of delicious homemade cookies, candies and fudge to give away.

The gift box comes out of the closet for wrapping, where every gift I will give is already purchased.  I tend to just buy what I know the people I’m buying for will love all year long and store it away, which makes gift-giving SO much easier.

The house stays decorated until the first weekend of the New Year – I just love it when New Year’s Day is on a weekend, because then I get a full extra week of living in Christmas!

In case you can’t tell, Christmas just might be my FAVORITE time of the year.  If I could live year round in a house festooned with twinkle lights, evergreen sprays and wreaths, with Christmas music blaring, I’d be pretty doggone happy.

This year, the weekend after Thanksgiving my parents were visiting and we were busy looking for a house for them to move to in their retirement.  So, we post-poned decorating until the next weekend.

The next weekend, we did manage to go take a Christmas Train Ride with Santa for Mr. Charm, but quickly succumbed to the stomach bug and weren’t able to even finish hanging the lights on the outside of the house.

The following weekend, we were getting over the stomach bug, and all we had energy to do was finish the task from the previous weekend and get those lights shining brightly!

Last weekend, I had Strep.

Tuesday night, I looked at the Geek and said “We have GOT to get a Christmas tree up!”  We’re hosting Christmas for our family this weekend…you can’t host Christmas without a Tree!

We took the cheap and easy way and only put up about 1/3 of the ornaments we usually put on the tree.  We didn’t bother with garlands or tinsel.  Still, it took us two full days and wore us out!

But, at least we have a tree in the house, now.  

No cards were sent this year.
No cookies were made to give out.
No Advent celebrations were done.
No music played until Wednesday.
And I still don’t have any gifts wrapped.

I’m seriously disappointed with the Christmas we put together this year.   I know why it happened, and I’m not being hard on myself – I just really love the festiveness of December and my whole family missed out on it because of illness.

SUCH a BUMMER!!

Still, we’re all together and we’ll have a lovely Christmas regardless…but, do you think the Geek will mind if I make him keep the lights and tree up until the middle of January?  Just so I don’t feel cheated?

What Christmas traditions do you have?

Tips on Traveling With Toddlers With Food Allergies – Updated!

Tips on Traveling with Toddlers With Food Allergies Updated CradleRockingMama.com

I decided to put my previous post about traveling with food allergies and kids to the ultimate test: I invited fellow travel experts, my Flight Attendant co-workers, to read it and add their two cents.

Based on their input, I made a few additions to my new, improved list of Tips on Traveling With Toddlers With Food Allergies, just in time for Christmas.

For general traveling with kids tips, I highly recommend visiting The Flying Pinto for her fabulous list of ways to prepare kids for airline travel.  

And on the advice of another Mama/Flight Attendant, I’ll share her tip: start teaching your kids early on NOT to kick the seat in front of them!

If you’re traveling, be safe and have fun!  Have a wonderful trip!

UPDATE! 11/20/15

After traveling with my now preschool age kiddos, I added a few more tips at the end. Happy traveling! 


I often get asked questions about traveling with children and traveling with food allergies because traveling is my job.  So just in time for our holiday travel season I thought I would write a complete post with my best tips and advice on the matter.

  1. Yes, you can bring food.  I wouldn’t recommend a soup, but food is completely allowable. In fact, I would strongly recommend you DO pack food in your carry-on, as airport cuisine is far from healthy or allergy friendly, and the airlines that offer food for sale usually don’t have a large variety to choose from. If you have a smartphone, I recommend downloading the I Can Eat On The Go app. It’s not perfect, but if you get stuck and run out of food it will help you find fast food that ‘might’ be okay for your particular food allergy.
  2. Yes, you can bring formula. The TSA is pretty understanding about infant formula; they may run a small test on the outside of the bottle, but they will not – or SHOULD not – test the formula itself. Children have some exemptions on the liquids rule for formula and baby foods, so don’t fret about bringing them along. If you use a powdered formula, you might make things easier for yourself by portioning out the formula into the bottle beforehand and simply buying bottled water in the terminal, but you CAN bring liquid formula through security. If you’d like extra assurance, get a doctors’ note saying this is ALL your child can safely consume. But, it shouldn’t be necessary.
  3. Breastfeeding mothers, you CAN bring your breastpump, ice packs and bagged breastmilk through security – even if you do not have your child with you. Again, they may do a swipe test on the outside of some of your milk bags, but it’s harmless.
  4. So, YES, you can bring ice packs for your food, as well. Dry ice…not recommended. Most airlines themselves have a prohibition on dry ice, as it releases fumes that are not good for people to breathe and that’s kind of a problem when confined to a small space for a few hours.
  5. I’d recommend buying one or two large medical ice BAGS at a pharmacy and bringing those along. Once you’re through security, you can stop at a restaurant and ask to fill your bags with ice. Backups for your ice packs is a good idea. DO NOT wait to do this until you’ve boarded your flight! Airlines are all about making money, and they’ve gotten downright stingy with catering supplies. Ice isn’t weightless, and they have calculated how much ice is ‘standard’ for each flight and provide exactly that amount. So Flight Attendants may not have any ice to give you, especially if you wait to ask until after the first beverage service is completed! (If you need more, ask for it – if they have it, they will give it to you. They just might not have it, so be forewarned.)
  6. On that note, please be aware that there are no refrigerators on aircraft. When something needs cool temperatures, it will simply get tossed on top of ice bags in a bucket. So you’re far better off bringing ice bags in an insulated cooler.
  7. On the warmer side of things, there are NO microwaves on an airplane. There are convection ovens and hot water spigots and that is IT.  So if you have food that needs heating before eating, look for an airport restaurant that would be willing to ‘nuke it before your flight and put it in its own insulated bag. You’ll frequently find a Flight Attendant that would be willing to heat your food in the ovens if you ask, but if the airline didn’t provide oven-safe bowls, you are out of luck. So if you insist on waiting until you’re on the plane, then make sure you packed your food in an oven-safe bowl and bring your own aluminum foil for the top. Packing a pot holder isn’t a bad idea, either; if catering didn’t provide oven-safe bowls for the flight, they probably didn’t provide pot holders.
  8. Those of you whose children are not dairy allergic, please do NOT depend on the airline to provide milk for your children. Flight Attendants are often given only 3-5 small containers of milk to serve to 120 or more people; just using it as a coffee creamer can completely wipe out our supply in one beverage service on a morning flight! We are happy to give it to you – if we have it. But don’t put your children in a position where they can’t have their only acceptable non-water beverage because all the businessmen take milk in their coffees: buy some in the terminal before you board.
  9. Expect the unexpected! You never know when a mechanical problem or a weather disturbance will unravel your travel plans. BRING EXTRA FOOD. Bring enough food, in fact, to survive at least 3 meals, even if your flight is scheduled to be between mealtimes. Airlines are incredibly conscious of extended tarmac delays, but the “best laid plans do oft go awry” and the last thing you need is to be stuck between a starving child and food that makes them sick. It won’t go bad – you can use it when you arrive, but it’s better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
  10. On that note, pack extra clothes and diapers. Airlines no longer have diapers on board (except on some international flights) and again, you don’t want to be in that position. You never know what will happen to your clothing, either, so a spare for everyone traveling is worth its weight in gold if needed.
  11. Use carseats. I know, I know, it’s a major pain in the tushie to haul your carseat through the airport and on the plane, but it’s (strictly MY opinion here) safer to have your child strapped in properly, not to mention FAR more comfortable for you to endure a plane ride without having to hold a squiggle worm the whole time! Invest in a carseat bag to get it through the airport. We have one similar to this backpack style, and I’ve also seen some that are on wheels so you can actually wheel your child through the aiport. If you’d really still prefer to not bring your carseat on the plane itself, one fellow crewmember recommended the CARES harness for inflight. That looks so good to me, I’m thinking about getting one for Mr. Charm!
  12. If your child pushes the Flight Attendant Call Light, simply push the button again to turn it off. This saves the Flight Attendants from constantly coming to your seat for no reason, and eliminates the “boy who cried wolf” problem (yes, if you constantly push the button for no reason – or a silly reason – we WILL stop responding immediately and you don’t want that in case you actually do have an emergency). Then tell your child to stop pushing that button! Thanks in advance.  🙂
  13. Please don’t use the Flight Attendants as enforcers. Your child does need to be buckled in at certain times, and we can’t stand there as a prison warden to make sure your kiddo stays buckled in. We’ll back you up, but we can’t ‘become the parent’ – we have to parent the other 120 adults on the plane, too!
  14. Bring toys. Bring headphones. Bring extra batteries. ‘Nuff said.
  15. Decide for yourself how you want to time your flight. My kiddos are absolutely entranced by everything aiport/airplane related. There are people! And buttons! And knobs! And STUFF! Sleep is SO not going to happen for my kiddos, no matter how tired they are. (Except, perhaps, on a middle of the night flight.) So it’s pointless for me to try to fly during normal naptimes; they won’t sleep but will be exhausted, and then we’ll ALL be miserable. I try to fly during normal awake times for this reason. If your kids are awesome and will sleep no matter when, no matter where…then try to schedule your flights during naptimes.  Easier on everyone that way.
  16. Pick up some utensils at an airport restaurant before boarding your flight. Often flights are not provided with eating utensils. It would stink to have food but no way to eat it (except your hands.  Ew.).
  17. Don’t feel bad if you use a leash.
    Mr. Happy’s First Airplane Ride!

    Mr. Charm is fearless (have I mentioned that before?) and would think nothing of leaving Mama and Daddy in the dust as he boarded a flight to Istanbul. (I actually did this to my Mom when I was about his age. I had strapped myself in to a first class seat on a flight to Mexico City before she could convince the gate agents that her daughter had darted past them and they let her down to get me!)  There are too many distractions in an airport and too much activity to try and ride herd on an adventurous, fearless toddler without losing your mind. Throw the leash on; it won’t kill them and honestly? Most people will make comments like “I wish they’d had those when my kids were little!” If you get the stink-eye, just blow it off. It’s not like we’ll leash our kids to go to the grocery store.  Airports are just a whole different ball-game.

  18. Pillow pets are awesome. Airplanes don’t usually have blankets and pillows any more, and if your kiddo gets tired, having one of each is welcome. Not to mention, climate control on an airplane is notoriously finicky. If you get cold, you’re out of luck unless you bring a blanket for yourself. (I usually travel with a large shawl that can double as a blanket if needed, but for kiddos, the pillows with a blanket insert is ideal!)
  19. Early is the theme of the day! Get to the airport early, get to your gate early, and board the aircraft early. Being early will eliminate that rushed, panicked feeling you get when running late, and give you the time to allow your kids to run up to a window exclaiming “COOL” and not lose your temper at them for being in awe. Not to mention, if you board the aircraft as early as possible, you’ll be able to let your kids go visit the Flight Deck (aka the Cockpit). Kids LOVE that – usually – and in almost 15 years of working on airplanes, I have to say there’s a 97% chance the Pilots will eat. it. up. They think they’re God, after all, so having a little guy or girl ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over them and their workspace just tickles them to no end! (I’m teasing you, Pilots!) Actually, Pilots are usually madly in love with flying, and LOVE to pass ‘the bug’ on to young kids. So they’ll almost always let the kids come up and show them buttons, and I’ve even seen Pilots let kids make an announcement on the PA, push buttons (that don’t do anything but make a noise), sit in the Captains seat for a photo, and sometimes they’ll even let them wear their Captain hat, too. Which brings us to…
  20. Keep your camera ready. Kids do fun stuff in airports, and you don’t want to miss a photo op!  One really cool thing I’ve seen parents do is create a Flight Log for their kids. They hand it to the Flight Attendants and ask the whole crew to sign it and share information about the flight. I’ve seen some AMAZINGLY detailed entries; we do get down time during the flight and Pilots and Flight Attendants are always willing to humor travel aficionados.
  21. And as always, bring your Epi-pen and dipenhydramine with you! There should be no trouble getting them through security, and you don’t want to need them at 30,000 feet and not have them!
  22. FOR OLDER KIDDOS: get them their own suitcase on wheels. They love feeling “all grown up” wheeling their little suitcase through the airport, and it frees up your hands for other things. They can put their pillow pet, entertainment, and toys in their bag and save the space in Mommy and Daddy’s suitcases!
  23. Brush up on your airport/airplane/flying knowledge beforehand, or be willing to stop employees and ask them questions. Your kiddos will come up with a million questions about what they’re seeing, and it would be a crying shame to miss this golden opportunity to teach them new things while they’re desperate for the knowledge!
  24. On that note, consider keeping tablets, DVD’s, and other devices in reserve and bringing a deck of cards or other non-electronic entertainment for your kids. It’s rare in this day and age that a family can completely “unplug” from the world and spend some quality time together talking, playing games, and truly interacting. While WiFi and DirectTV are on most airplanes these days, try to seize the opportunity of confined quarters and a bulk of time to actually talk to your kids. They love it!
  25. If your kiddo won’t be able to drink anything off the bar cart, make sure to grab some “paint with water” books before you leave home. You can let your kiddo ask the Flight Attendant for a glass of water just like everyone else so they feel like they’re fully participating in the world around them. They just use that water to paint with instead of drink! (And wash their hands afterwards, of course!)

Whew!  I don’t know how much help this will be to anyone; a lot of it falls under the category of “Be Prepared and Plan Ahead”.  It’s easy to forget some of these things, though, when you haven’t traveled in a while.

If you have any questions about traveling with food allergies, or traveling with kids, or if you have any tips of your own to share, PLEASE let me know!

Happy traveling this holiday season!  

Attack of The Vicious EGG and the Cunning Cheerio

Yesterday morning, the Geek let me sleep in just a little bit.  At 8:30 a.m., he walked from the living room, where all the boys were hanging out, to our bedroom, and said “Mama, get out of bed!”.  I woke up and said “OK”, he turned and walked back towards the living room.

As he reached the kitchen, he saw that in that 30 second time span, Mr. Charm had pushed the trash can over to the fridge, opened it, climbed up, GOTTEN AN EGG, AND CRACKED THE TOP OFF!

He was holding the egg as if to drink it from its shell!

Holy Epi-pen, Batman!

The Geek grabbed the egg from Mr. Charm, threw ALL the eggs away, and hugged him tightly.

The Fridge. With an Egg. In the Kitchen.

(Why did we have eggs in the house?  Because they gave them to us on WIC – even though WIC KNOWS they are a deadly allergen for my son.  They also gave us Cow Milk, even though they know THAT is also a deadly allergen for my other son and an intestinal intolerance for Mr. Charm – in other words, they give the Woman, Infant, and Child(ren) in this house foods that none of them can eat.  There’s government for you!  

We no longer accept WIC, for the record.  Without needing elemental formula, we couldn’t stomach taking the assistance any longer.  It just takes us that long to go through a dozen eggs in this house that they were still in the fridge.

And seriously – how FAST is this KID??  30 seconds to change rooms and get into something that dangerous…I swear I can’t turn my back on him for a second!)

An hour later, I heard Mr. Charm shouting at Mr. Happy “No! No! No! NO!” and looked to see what the ruckus was about.

Mr. Happy was smiling at Mr. Charm as he raised his little, chubby hand to his mouth.

Oh, no, what did he just eat!

I raced over, swiped it out of his mouth and – wouldn’t you know it?  A Cheerio.  

While I Was Sleeping (such a cute movie, don’t you think?) from Strep this weekend the Geek decided that he’d just let Mr. Charm eat what he wanted to eat, fructose or not.  And Mr. Charm wanted Cheerios.  So there are dried up pieces of Cheerios all over this house, even after sweeping and vacuuming the floors several times.  (That makes him sound bad, right?  In actuality, Mr. Charm has been on an eating strike, the Geek himself wasn’t feeling 100% this weekend, and he didn’t feel like fighting a toddler over food.  I’ve been there myself.)

Mr. Happy had found at least one of those dried up pieces and was eating it.

For what it’s worth, Mr. Charm (who cannot resist disobeying us when we insist he eat only in the dining room and not in the living room) apparently DOES understand the explanation we gave him: the food you are eating will make your brother sick.  He cannot have it.  Keep the food in the dining room!

So even though he still eats in the living room whenever he thinks we’re not looking (ask me how exhausting this is!), he was still more than willing to get in his brothers face and tell him NO when Mr. Happy tried to eat some of the food.

Warms my little heart, I tell ya.  That boy LOVES his baby brother and really does look out for him.

You know, unless it means obeying mom and dad.  <sigh>

So, I grabbed Mr. Happy, threw the offending Cheerio away, and hugged him tightly.

Wow, you say.  Two close calls before 9:45 a.m.!  What an awful morning!

And I say, “But wait, there’s more!”

I gave the Geek and Mr. Charm haircuts after the Cheerio scare (yes, I cut all our hair now…did I mention our medical bills??), and as I was finishing up we smelled a horrific smell from Mr. Charm.  Pee-yew!  Dirty diaper time!

The Geek went to change him and it was a blow-out.  So, the clothes came off, the kiddo went into the tub.

Suddenly, out comes the Geek rushing a diapered but damp Mr. Charm into the living room.  

“LOOK AT THIS!” he yelled for me.  

I look.

“Where’s the diaper bag?”

The Geek went to get the diaper bag.  He returned.  While I held Mr. Charm, I directed him to the front pocket, he dug out the larger dose bottle of our compounded dipenhydramine (Benadryl), ran to the kitchen, quickly dumped it into water, stirred it and came back with it in a syringe.

He injected it quickly into Mr. Charms cute little mouth, and do you know what my sweetie said after Daddy had basically forced medication into his throat?

“Thank you!”

Altogether now…AW.

While we waited to see if that would be enough, the Geek went to get his camera.

It took a couple minutes for him to get things set up, so the dipenhydramine had already started working before we got any good shots.  Still, take a peek:

Back of thigh…

Chest and tummy…

Back, neck, and dear me! His SCALP…

His sweet little face…

Seriously, under his hair his SCALP was covered in hives.

Apparently, two hours earlier, though foiled by his quick Daddy, Mr. Charm had gotten some of the egg on his hand that the Geek hadn’t realized.  When immersed in water due to the diaper blowout, he grabbed one of his toy cups, filled it with water, and drank it, as usual for him (I hate that he does that).  Somehow, it got that tiny residue of egg off his hand and into his mouth.

Think about how SMALL an amount of egg that was!  

<I’m shivering in fear at the thought.>

It happened so FAST.  If he had ingested any more of the egg than he did, I’m positive we would have used the Epi-pen and been in the hospital today.  

Thank you, God.  

We know both our boys are IgE to egg and dairy, but we have been SO blessed to have learned of this little fact through allergy testing at a very young age.  We’ve never, EVER actually experienced an IgE allergic reaction in either of our children.

Until today.  

Today, FPIES and Fructose Malabsorption really didn’t matter that much.  It could have been so much worse than it was.  IgE allergies hit SO FAST.  SO SUDDENLY.  SO HARD.

What if I had left the diaper bag in the car the last time we came in?
What if I hadn’t actually put the dipenhydramine in the diaper bag, like I’d thought?
What if I’d actually put the Epi-pens back in my purse, where they usually are?

It worked out okay.  But it could have been so bad.  We’re definitely on high alert now; we will know where the dipenhydramine and the Epi-pens are AT ALL TIMES now.   (We usually do.  But being so fuzzy headed from being sick for so long…you wind up doing things you don’t normally do.  Now it will be a priority to force myself to focus on those things even when burning up with fever.)

And the Cheerio?  Well, I don’t know if Mr. Happy got anything beyond what I pulled out of his mouth.  He is reacting to something right now.  I don’t know if it is my antibiotic, or some other trace something he ingested.  So, honestly?  I figure we won’t really know if he ingested any Cheerios today or not.  It’ll blend into the reactions he’s already having.  His butt is blistered again.

Poor little guy has been one big FPIES reaction for the last 6 weeks.  I can’t stand it.  So much for our big plans of trialing foods in November and December.  At this rate, it will be the middle of January before we can even consider a food for him.

By the end of the day, both boys were fine.  Well, as fine as they’ve been for the last 6 weeks, which is not really fine at all…but alive, and fairly healthy – just not at baseline.

Ah, baseline.  I miss you so!

We managed to get a few pictures of them tonight that are so sweet.  So see for yourself how well the day ended up:

My Sweethearts

I just love those sweaters…

So, the two adventurous brothers survived another day.

And gave their mother some new wrinkles.

OK, This is Getting Ridiculous

I stepped on the scale at some point after the latest sickness had hit me.

123.

One hundred and twenty-three freaking pounds.

That’s a FULL 67 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight.

It’s a sizeable drop of fifteen pounds in less than two days, as well.

TWO DAYS.  FIFTEEN POUNDS.

If I keep getting sick, I’m going to waste away into nothingness.  I’d only regained part of the weight I lost from the stomach bug before I started up with Strep.

My body really shouldn’t lose weight like this.  It’s horrible.

Though, talk about First World Problems: I’m complaining about losing weight!

Actually, though…don’t people in Third World Countries die from being sick and starving to death?

Hmm.  Maybe not quite as First World as I thought…

Second World?

(What is the Second World, by the way?  Does anyone know?)

And yes, thank you, I AM still weird as hell from being sick.  My filter goes OFF and whatever I think comes spewing out.  I find it entertaining.  My mother, not so much.

What was I talking about?  Oh, yeah.  I can’t keep losing weight like this!  I’m actually starting to scare myself.

And it’s just NO FUN to go shopping when you have no idea if you’re going to be able to wear the cute clothes you just bought in another week because you might, I don’t know, catch a freaking COLD or something.

I’m making jokes, but I really am scared.

Help! Strep Got Me By The Throat!

photo courtesy of Michal Marcol at http://freedigitalphotos.net
And by the way? TOTALLY FAKING IT HERE. NO WAY would I have still had makeup – including false eyelashes – on when I was this sick. And no way would my hair still look remotely groomed! Stock photos – what can you say? (But no way would I have let an actual photo of me when sick grace the internet!)

So Friday afternoon, I was sort of feeling…unwell.  I should have known something was up; my patience with the kids was at an all time low for both Thursday and Friday, and that usually indicates Bigger Problems on my end.

The Geek got home from work, and I basically don’t remember much of the next 48 hours.

I came out of my high fever-induced fog (pushing 103 degrees at one point!) long enough to do two things:

-Ask my fellow FPIES Mama’s on both FB and Babycenter what they do to treat themselves when they’re sick on an elimination diet

and

-Tell the Geek that we needed to go to the walk in clinic at our GP (one of the few doctors left in the world that I LOVE LOVE LOVE) on Saturday morning.

The Mama’s were very helpful; they gave me tips on how to try to treat myself without antibiotics (which, for those not in the FPIES know, cause issues – pronounced with a soft s – in gut flora for both Mommy and Baby, which can then cause increased reactivity for Baby in all respects and just, basically, sucks a lot and we generally try to avoid using antibiotics if at all possible).

Actually, what’s up with the word “issues”, by the way?  Where’s the “h” in that word?  Don’t we pronounce it with an “ish-shoes” sort of pronunciation?  Is this just one of those words that everyone pronounces incorrectly?

And dude, am I just a little weird when I’m sick, or what? (Don’t answer that.)

Anyway, basically the advice boiled down to this: mainline raw onion and garlic as much as you can, and if possible, try cinnamon and turmeric for anti-inflammatory properties.  If you MUST use an antibiotic, like, for instance, if you have bacterial Strep, which you don’t want to mess with, then request one in capsule form, not caplet form.  Fewer additives that way.

OK, ladies!

Armed with that advice, off to the walk in clinic we went.  I slept.  The Geek drove.  I think the kids wailed in the backseat.  I wouldn’t know.  Did I mention I was up to almost 103 degrees at that point?

We were taken in quickly to the doctor and – thank God! – it was our beloved GP working this weekend.  I’m sure the other doctors are lovely, but…oh, blow it.  I’ve got such a hard-on about doctors right now I’m sure they could have been the most awesome doctor in the world to me and even in my fever induced fog I’d have been thinking “bloody a**hole” the whole time.  So, thank GOD it was our regular doctor, who (whom?) I already love, trust and respect.

‘Cause me sick?  With the knowledge that whatever I say can be blamed on me being sick?  Not. Pretty.  I pity the doctor that messes with me in that state!

Anyway, she basically looked at me for about five seconds and said that I – hands down – had 5 of 5 markers for ‘treat this patient for strep PRONTO’, though she could do a swab if I really wanted to be sure.  I figured since my own brilliant diagnosis before we got there was “tonsillitis, strep, or the flu with a raging sore throat”, and her diagnosis coincided with something that made some sense to me, I’d just roll with it.

Now, onto curative procedures.  She was totally okay with me trying the garlic/onion thing for the rest of that day (Saturday), though, if it wasn’t making any difference she REALLY wanted me to try the antibiotic starting Sunday at the latest.  Told you this doctor was awesome, right?

She even took it upon herself to prescribe an antibiotic that was not bio-available to Mr. Happy, though, while a sweet gesture, didn’t exactly inspire comfort.  The problem isn’t so much the antibiotic (though that does mess with gut flora!) as it is the FILLERS they shove IN to the antibiotic.  (Seriously?  You need FOOD DYE in a friggin’ capsule??  WHY???  I mean, who opens it up to inspect whether it is pristine white or not?  I usually just swallow the damn things…I don’t DISSECT THEM!!  UGH!!!!)

Sadly, the compounding pharmacies in our area are closed on the weekends, so that wasn’t an option.  And, the Geek pointed out, it would be wise for me to get better as quickly as possible so that A) he can avoid missing too much work – ’cause NO WAY could I handle anything resembling, you know, LIFE, right then and B) to reduce the likelihood that I’ll ‘share the love’ by passing the cooties on to everyone else.

Basically, it boils down to: when Mama’s sick?  The house comes to a grinding halt, and the Geek doesn’t like that.  So, take the antibiotic and we’ll deal with the fallout.

Fair enough, my sweet.  Fair enough.  

And, it’s not like I was enjoying being sick.

And, it’s not like I had a mild case of the sniff-oos.  I had a raging case of “5-0f-5”, “don’t mess with it” Strep Throat.  It was already spreading into my ears less than 24 hours after it reared it’s ugly little head.

So, I started popping pills.  Took it almost 24 hours to start making a difference, but by Sunday afternoon, my fever had dropped to a whopping 100.5 degrees, and I could swallow with only STRONG pain, instead of feeling like Ninjas were jamming 1,000 sharp needles into my throat in some form of torture.

Hopefully, I’ll continue to improve, and hopefully more quickly than the first 24 hours showed.

I’m very grateful, by the way, for the nifty little App on my iPhone that allows me to control the TV from my phone.  Because when Mr. Charm’s DVD has played through and is on the menu screen and the music from it is making my already throbbing, sick head want to explode?  Hitting “MUTE” from my bedroom is freaking PRICELESS.

Though I do wish there were a mute button for children when you’re sick.  Sadly, no such thing exists.

And how did we ever survive being sick before text messaging?  “Honey, can you bring me a glass of water?”  “Honey, he’s done nursing, could you come get him?”  “Honey, could you muzzle the children for me, please?”  (JOKING, PEOPLE!  JOKING!)

So my brain isn’t AS foggy anymore, but I’m still not up to snuff, which is why the Geek is taking at least Monday off to stay home and help me and the kids stay alive.

Because at this point?  Staying alive is about as lofty a goal as I can handle.

How do you deal when YOU get sick?  Do you also wish there were a soundproof room you could go burrow into?

My Childhood Home

A few weeks ago the kids and I returned home from visiting my parents in Houston.

At one point during our stay, I looked around and realized: This might be the last time I visit my parents in my old childhood home.

They’re talking retirement next spring, which is great for them.  But…

It means they’re going to sell their house.

MY house.

The place we moved to when I was a year old.

The place I think of when nearly any memory of my first twenty or so years of life comes to mind.

This is the place where I:

  • Heard bedtime stories at night
  • Feared the monsters living under my bed
  • Believed in Santa Claus for one more year (because Dad stomped on the roof with jingle bells)
  • Played Frogger on our New! Awesome! State of the Art! ATARI!
  • Raised and loved 5 cats, and watched them give birth and die
  • Raised and loved the sweetest mutt doggie in the world, and was old enough to understand the mercy of putting him to sleep
  • Made mudpies in the backyard
  • Learned to swing like a monkey on my swingset
  • Learned to defend myself to jerky next-door-neighbor boys (by punching them out!)
  • Had birthday party BBQ’s with watermelon seed spitting contests
  • Learned to LOVE reading and read, read, READ voraciously
  • Suffered through the flu, tonsillitis, bronchitis, wisdom teeth removal, chicken pox and learned chicken soup is awesome and Mommy makes everything better when you’re sick
  • Had amazing water balloon fights that often ran out of balloons and ended with buckets of water and water hoses for ‘weapons’
  • Learned to climb trees
  • Survived numerous hurricanes
  • Learned the value of hard work through my Dad’s novel approach to paying me for washing the cars (I got $20 per car – but I lost a dollar for every ‘spot’ that I missed…I OWED money the first three times I washed their cars under that rule!)
  • Had all-night giggling slumber parties with friends (and learned the fine art of crank-calling – ah, life pre-caller ID!)
  • Snuck swigs of vodka and gin from the decades old bottles stuck in the back of the pantry just to see what the fuss was about (yuck!)
  • Cried my eyes out when I was scared to go to school because of a bully
  • Was taught how to hit someone really hard and shown how to incapacitate them by my Mom (who gave me a roll of pennies to hold in my fist when I hit the bully and told me to make sure I put the b***h in the hospital – man, I love my parents!)
  • Had my first kiss
  • Sobbed from my first broken heart
  • Alternately hated and adored my parents for years
  • Learned to drive
  • Sat up at night to watch our beautiful Christmas Tree twinkle when the house was quiet
  • Laid in bed dreaming of what my life would be like when I was all grown up
  • Studied for tests
  • Practiced my instruments and dancing
  • Sewed my own designs (and wore them to school)
  • Filled out college applications
  • Graduated from High School

…and SO much more.

This is the place I always KNEW would be there; a rock, a safe haven no matter how old I got or what life threw my way.

And next year it will be gone.  

Some new family will be living there, making their own memories.

It’s sad for me.

I’m a grown woman now; a wife and mother in my OWN home…and still I feel the loss of my childhood home.

It’s the nature of life, things change and people move on, I’ll always have my memories…blah blah blah.  I know all that.  I’m a big girl.  I’ll deal with it.  It’s just…sad to lose something that so strongly represents a time and a feeling of life that I can never revisit.

Sad as it is, though, I want my boys to have that.  I want them to feel so warmly about our home that one day they will be saddened that it is gone.

If I can give them that foundation I will have given them a huge gift.  If they think of our home and have an instant feeling in their hearts of love, fun, comfort, peace, hope, beauty, safety, and sorrow, then I will have succeeded in giving them what they deserve: a childhood truly, deeply, completely well-lived, rich in experiences and full of life.  

All children should have that feeling about their childhood once they’re old(er).

I guess I’d better get busy making some memories with my kiddos, huh?

What do you remember most about your childhood home?

Mr. Happy Crawled!

Hi, Mama! I’m getting ready to crawl! And by the way, fleece, flannel and a baby equals SERIOUS cuddle-ability!

Yesterday morning, not five minutes after the Geek left the house to go to work, Mr. Happy crawled for the first time!

Just a little one-two crawl, then he face-planted.  But still!  He crawled!

He did the same thing a little later in the day, just before the Geek got home from work.  And then that evening, he started really crawling.  More than just a one-two-splat; he made it a couple of feet across the floor.

I’m so excited!

I’m so scared!

Because Mr. Charm hasn’t gotten it through his head yet that We Do Not Eat In The Living Room.  So there are crumbs there, despite my best efforts at multi-daily floor cleaning.

And now Mr. Happy is going to want to be on the floor all.the.time.

Where there are crumbs.

<hold me>

Sigh.  I’m not going to let Mama Bear FPIES worries bring me down, though.  Today, my littlest bear CRAWLED!  Yay, Mr. Happy!!

Has anyone else been a little scared when your littles gained mobility?

Schedule Schmedule

Sleeping whenever they needed to has wrecked our routine! But aren’t they cute?

We’re all better in the Casa now, except for one little sick-time hangover: our schedule is totally shot!

Don’t get me wrong; we were never terribly precise about our routine…but we did HAVE a routine.

The kids and I usually got up between 7:00-7:30 a.m., Mr. Happy would usually take a short nap in the morning about 10 or 11, both kiddos went down for a big nap about 1:00 p.m., they’d sleep for 1-3 hours, bedtime routine started around 7:30 p.m., kids down at 8:00 p.m.

If we slept in one day, or stayed up a little later, or if naps were a little off, no big deal.  But for the most part, this was our daily schedule.

I don’t know about you but when I’m sick, I tend to just sleep whenever my body decides it wants to.  My kids are apparently the same way.  The Geek and I have bounced back to our routine pretty quickly and easily, but the kiddos?  Not so much. 

In fact, yesterday was the 5th night in a row where both kiddos were still awake at 9:30 p.m.  One night, we couldn’t get them down until closer to 11:00 p.m.!

SO not cool.  

(Although, it IS kinda cool that they’re sleeping in until 8:30-9:00 a.m.  Mama’s not a morning person by nature, you see.)

Sadly, the Geek really needs to be in bed earlier than midnight, what with having a J-O-B that generally expects him to arrive at 8:00 a.m. and actually use the synapses of his brain while there.

So this has got to stop.  

But how?  Do I NOT let the kids nap one day and put them to bed earlier?  Do we get up early with the Geek one morning and try to play it that way?  Will I have to do BOTH: get up early and  forgo naps?  <whimper>

Sigh.  We’re going to try getting up this morning with the Geek.  I really hope it works to get the kids back into their routine.  They’re a LOT easier to deal with when they’re not so out of sorts.

And the Geek and I kinda like to sleep, too.

How do you get back into your groove after sickness?