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It's amazing when my 5-year-old comes home talking about the history behind MLK day. When I was in Kindergarten, we learned our color...

Saturday, March 31, 2007

cancel all my appointments!!

Yesterday we had our four year old check up. We got his hearing and vision checked....A OKAY. He got to pee in cup for the first time, which he was thrilled about. What is it about boys and peeing anyways? (I think that's another blog) And after the initial interview, where our doctor asked him a round of pertinent questions to test his mental capacity, the nurse came in with a box of needles hidden behind her back.

I hugged my son and layed him down for her. She told him to grab my hands and squeeze hard if he needed to. He saw the the first of two syringes in her hands, and just layed there in a stupor. I know he was thinking, "You're gonna do what?" He held my hands, and didn't even flinch when the first one when in. She slowly injected the shot and pulled out and grabbed the second round. I felt no squeezing going on and no tears were welling up....hmmmm...good sign.

Number two went in his other leg, and again he didn't even flinch. She pulled out that monsterous needle, put spiderman band aids on his legs, and congratulated him on being such a big boy. He sat up and said frowning, "Don't ever do that to me again. Did you hear me? That hurt!" No crying--just anger at her for doing that! I wanted to giggle but couldn't, so I leaned over to grab him in a loving embrace for reassurance. My child is the sweetest, most funny kid. He looked at me with big eyes and told me, "Tell her not to ever do that!"

After she left and we paid, he complained some. It dawned on him how bad it hurt and whimpered a little. He was due! I would have been crying if she'd done that to me....I would at least made a grunt, a noise, or cursed....which I never do. Once in the car he stated very grown up, except for the fact that his bottom lip was stuck out, "Mom, cancel all my appointments with the doctor this year! I'm never going back to that place again!" This time I couldn't help but belly laugh.

Friday, March 30, 2007

New cell phone rules

Twice now my son has grabbed my cell phone while I've been...lets just say indisposed. The first time he actually blurted out, "No, she can't come to the phone...she's going poop!" Thank the Lord that it was just a friend on the phone that time.

Well....this morning I was sitting on my throne doing what most people have to do, from time to time, and I heard my cell phone ringing from the other room. I cringed inwardly hoping upon hope that he wouldn't answer my phone.

Yeah, right...like that's gonna happen. So of course, he answers and talks for a few minutes while walking into the bathroom. Thankfully he doesn't let it slip what my current activities were.

I grabbed the phone from him, put my fingers to my lips to shush him, and answered as professionally as I could, "This is Kim, how can I help you?" It was a client who needed something pretty important and in a timely manner. I apologized for my son's little voice answering and went on as best I could with our business.

Whew! I wasn't mad at my son. It was my fault for not covering the cell phone rules clearly enough. All I had ever told him was to be quiet when 'mommy' was on the phone for work. I never imagined I had to tell him not to answer my phone, but the need never arised until recently.

So I played him the two ring tones I had on my phone....'Sexy Back' by JT and 'Who Can It Be Now' by Men at Work. I explained to him if it played, "Who Can It Be Now" then it was a client and he wasn't supposed to answer. I played each one again and asked him which one he wasn't supposed to answer, and he sang the Men at Works little ringtone....

I think the new cell phone rule will work now!

Thursday, March 29, 2007


We spent the late afternoon in the closet, due to tornadoes hitting a few miles away from us. The good news my son is completely better, but was terrified by the tornadoe warning sirens blaring. The more miraculous news is if my son hadn't been so sick last night and I hadn't kept him home, I would have been exiting at the exact place at the exact time where the tornado hit and flipped cars over on the road. I would have been exiting to go pick him up from day care and could have been in a serious accident.

... Although I never want my son to be sick, God used my son's sickness to save me from a worse fate.

raging stomach virus

It's storming severly outside, much like the way I feel inside. My son rarely gets sick, but in the last six months it's always something. Fortunately, he is never as sick as most kids get. He's pretty strong, but last night was a different story.

I've been up all night with his little tummy cramping. Almost every hour-on the hour it would get so bad that he'd start crying and then release a little...enough that he might sleep for twenty minutes or so. I put a warm compress on his stomach...I rubbed his back, and just rocked him as gently as I could.

He only threw up once THANK GOD! My little guy finally fell asleep around 4 a.m. and is still in his room sawing logs. I'm worn out...my nickname fits today, but I am also so grateful his tummy isn't causing him any grief at the moment. Nothing is worse than when your child is in pain, and you can't do anything to stop it. I would change places with him in a heartbeat to relief his agony.

Please pray he's better today. Thank you!

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Manual for Motherhood

This is a re-post from my other site at: www.blessed1.wordpress.com...hope you enjoy!

No one ever really prepares you for being a parent. The standard phrase I got when I was pregnant was, “Oh get your sleep now while you can!” or they might say, “Good luck you’re going to need it!”

Even the important people in my life never truly passed on enough wisdom for me to have a handle on how it’s supposed to work. I always wondered why there wasn’t a handbook that will tell you things like:

When your son is potty trained, stay alert. He’ll still shoot the pea out between the lid and the toilet when he sits down. Have a rag handy for quick catches!


No matter how hard you try to get your child to sleep through the night (and they finally do)…..don’t relax just yet. Then the nightmare phase is coming and it starts all over again.

All I have to say is thank God for my mom. She may not have had any written instructions for me but she taught me the basic foundation by example. OH yes, she usually had her ‘gems of wisdom’ that would always come in handy at the exact moment I needed them, but for the most part she taught me to like myself for who I am. She inspired me to try hard at what ever I did and if I messed up….start over. She pushed me to step outside my box and take a few leaps of faith. And, she taught me that I can do whatever I want to…as long as I treat others the way I’d want to be treated along the way.

My mom was and is the epitomy of God’s love. Looking back, with some experience in her shoes now…I see how tired she was. How frustrated she got…..and how perfect she was even when I thought she was the most horrible person in the world for not giving me “MY” way.

So only having 4 years of motherhood, I’ve learned a few things the hard way. I still have no idea about a lot, but when it boils down, every child is different. A manual just wouldn’t apply. They’d all have to have their own set of instructions if that were the case and that’s just too much for one writer to take on.

Parenting is:
Fool proof love and patience mixed with discipline, helpful instruction and a lot of prayer that we don’t screw it up.

I encourage all of you to call you mother and tell her how much you love AND APPRECIATE her. She’s the most important person in the world, because if it weren’t for her….you wouldn’t be here!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

the best gift of all...

My son's birthday was this month, on the 11th. He turned the big 4! My goodness how time flies. He'll be 14 before I know it.
We had a party at a huge indoor inflatable playzone that had every bouncing gym you could imagine. It even had a huge inflatable 16 foot tall slide. We had 16 kids and 45 people total, with all the parents and our family members.

I knew that with the amount of kids that were being invited I had to change up the birthday rules a little. I asked lieu of giving my son 'birthday gifts' that they bring dog and cat food as donations to humane society. A) I don't need a million more toys and games cluttering up my home that my son will soon loose interest in and B) I wanted to give my son the gift of giving back.

Today we took an entire trunk load of dog and cat food to the animal shelter. I had a 20lb bag, 2 big 15lb dog treat boxes, and mulitiple types of smaller dog and cat foods. It was quite a loot and it took 4 trips to my car to unload it all.

My little guy was so excited to see the benefits of his donations and was quite impressed with all the animals they sheltered at their facility. He had to run around with our digital camera taking pictures of dogs. It was so rewarding watching him enjoy giving something back...even if it was a small gesture-it was a huge lesson for him.

We spent a few minutes there watching all the puppies mill around and play, and then turned to leave. My big four year old started getting really upset. He told me he was waiting to 'feed all the dogs' with our food. I giggled and told him that we weren't going to physically feed them today, but that we provided their food for the next few weeks. I guess this whole time he thought he would get to rip open the bags and cans of food and watch the animals enjoy his gift to them. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever heard of. So, we grabbed some dog treats and gave a 'tummy yummy' to a little dog before we left. That seemed to satisfy him enough.

It's been a great day!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

The value of cuddling

Although I make substantially less money with the job I have taken, it allows me more mommy time at home with my son. I don't have to be at an office at a certain time in the morning, which means I am able to get him to school without rushing. And the days he's not in school, I'm able to wake him up and cuddle as much as I want until he's awake enough to be independent.

Lately people have been asking me how we're getting by as a family. I just keep telling them, "We're doing alright...actually we're doing great. Yeah, we have to shuffle a little when it comes to paying bills...but you can't put a value on the time I get with my son!"

No one can argue with that! I am so blessed. I thank God everyday for providing me with the opportunity to work for my company. I am one of those mom's who has to work...we wouldn't make it on one income. After months of praying, God handed me this opportunity and I see his blessings everday whenever I get to cuddle.

Thank you Lord!

side note: this morning was the first morning in a long time that he was clingy when I dropped him off for the day to his caretakers. It never gets easy to leave a child when they're crying for their mommy.

Monday, March 19, 2007

DH....not so darling today! The trials of balancing work and home.

Most days I really appreciate my hubby. He's supportive, attentive, loveable...and grouchy. What man isn't grouchy? It's something you learn to love about them.


Being a working mom isn't easy for any of us. Just recently I took a job that allows me to work from home most of the time. I guess he figures that means I don't have regulations, that I get to pick and choose when I HAVE to do some things.

Let me set the stage for you all:

Around 7 a.m. each morning is when my son usually will wake up asking for some milk/nesquick, which he calls pedia (short for pediasure). After he drinks about 1/4 cup, he usually rolls over and goes back to sleep, with his arms around my neck. I gently pull out of his embrace and replace my neck with a stuffed animal or pillow. Then I either go back to sleep, depending on my schedule for the day, or I get in the shower if I have early appointments.

Today I had a conference call at 7 a.m., which my DH (darling hubby) was well aware of. It had about 15 people on it and they were asking all to participate. Was I pleased about it? NO! It's too early and doesn't fit my schedule for my day, but do I do it? Yes!... ITS MY JOB!

Long story short... All is well, until I have to actually participate and speak. This is about the time my son starts finishing his 'pedia' and trying to hug me. Without giving me the chance to handle the situation, my DH rushes in the room, drastically waving his arms to tell me to get OUT! He was livid that I was going to keep our son up and wreck my son's morning sleep pattern.

He chewed me out (silently) as I left the room, as I was still speaking on the conference call. This by the way left me completely flustered and I couldn't get out what I needed to sound like a working professional on a call with my boss and my peers. That is part B of my aggrivation....part A is obvious.

You know to give him credit, I don't usually have to interact....I usually listen. BUT I do have a job too and I'm frustrated that he behaved so rudely. Yes, my son was crying b/c his morning was different than what he was used to...but my son can learn to get over it. It's just one morning in the big scheme of things....and if I have to take more 7 a.m. conference calls - than my little one will have to adjust to my schedule.

I think my DH was way out of line!

Thank you for listening. What do you all think I should do to redirec that convo? To let him know why he over reacted.......

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The miracle of a child

Every child is a blessing. A gift God bestows upon us to shape into a responsible adult. A child to protect, love, and provide for. That child is helpless without us. I know every loving mom out there, doesn’t know how she got by before having kids. Personally for me, I can’t imagine my life without my child and possible future children-if that’s God’s will.

My husband and I tried for only a short year to have children, before we went to a fertility specialist. We just wanted to be proactive — to see if we were both capable of bearing children. We were both young and healthy, and I never imagined I’d recieve the most horrible news a female could have dropped in her lap. After running a few tests, the top fertility specialist in the state told us that between the my husband and me—we would most likely never conceive on our own. He laid out some fertility solutions, and followed up with, “Even with treatment, chances would be slim that you’ll could conceive.” Wow, talk about black and white. It’s not that I don’t love my doctor, but he didn’t deliver the news with any heart. He just laid it out there.

I left so heavy hearted and couldn’t believe how incomplete I felt. I couldn’t have children? What kind of woman was I anyway?

My tenderhearted man, putting my needs before his, laid his hand on my leg in our car. He turned to me, putting his own emotions aside, and simply said, “Don’t worry. This is the last mother’s day you’re going to spend alone.” That was in May and Mothers Day was a week away.

A few weeks after getting past the initial shock of my own fertility issues, a friend called to tell me she was pregnant. It just didn’t seem fair! All I could respond with was tears and sobbed in the phone. I am sure she was less than enthused at my response. To this day, we don’t talk anymore. Even after many efforts on my part to reach out to her. I don’t blame her. I was being selfish. When I should have had enthusiasm for her and her husband, I cried my heart out. I didn’t mean to…it was involuntary. My logical side wasn’t winning that battle…my emotional side was.

That night after her news, I pulled my Bible out. It hadn’t been read in awhile. I just happened to open it up to the story of Sarah. It was like God was picking out that exact scripture for me. He was speaking to my heart. I closed my eyes, and prayed hard. Although I had been torn, I had hope and prayed, “Dear God, if you can get a 90 year old ‘barren’ woman pregnant. You can surely get a healthy 30 year old woman pregnant.” I gave him my faith and my future.

Within weeks of this prayer, we found we were expecting. We made a doctor’s appt at my general practician’s office to get a blood test, after trying a home pregnancy test that showed positive. I didn’t want to make an appt with the doctor, who told us we weren’t able to conceive, until I was absolutely sure. That initial doctor’s appointment happened to fall on our wedding anniversary. Looking back, it was another sign of God’s love. He chose our anniversary to confirm our pregnancy.

I couldn’t wait to set up my first appt at the OBGYN. When we told our ‘fertility specialist’ that we were pregnant…his jaw dropped wide open. He asked incrediuously, “How?”

I responded that God had the last word!!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

priorities in motherhood

Often I hear myself answering, YES, to a lot of little questions by my little boy. He's at the age that he's just talking a mile a minute and asking millions of questions. And as I'm doing yard work or house work, and I hear, "isn't that right mommy?", I just "mmhmm" while working.

I remember my mom telling me a story from my childhood. She recalled it a few years ago, but it's becoming quite the center of my thoughts lately. She told me that she was in the kitchen, and I came bounding in at the bold age of 3, talking and talking. She absent-mindedly answered yes, to what she thought was a harmless question. The next thing she heard was me yelling out the front door, "THANKS MOM!", and she had to run to catch up with me. She didn't know that her 'yes' was permission to go across the neighborhood to a friend's house.

I think all of us mom's get caught up in our daily activities and automatically respond to our little one's questions, knowing that our answers will pacify those little churning minds. BUT...the older they get the more inquisitive they will be.

I have been reminding myself everyday to really listen with both ears, and my mind on full alert to my son and his adorable babblings. I want to know what I'm answering before he tries to bolt for the door.

everyday miracles

One thing that always gets me is when people call me 'lucky' or when something good happens in their own life-they wonder at their own good luck. I think too often in our society we overlook our blessings! I know firsthand how many miracles have been preformed in my life, and luck had nothing to do with them. I know non-believers can't give credit where credit is due because they don't believe God is at work in their own lives....especially when it comes to the small stuff.

Trust me people--God's miracles aren't just in the Bible! From the moment we're born we're blessed with relationships, jobs, safe travels, a comforting shoulder when we're upset, a smile from a stranger. We never know what God is delivering right in our own lap if we don't pay attention. Someone asked me lately how I stay in tune with God even when life gets so bad. That's when I try to stay more in tune than ever by counting my blessings.

I have made subtle little comments in previous blogs on difficult times in my life, but have never given any insight to my friends on myspace to what those are. My real space (real life) friends know these things, but you---reading this--- probably don't. I won't bog you down with life's trauma, but I will try to uplift you by telling you about God's inspiration in my life.

My husband a few years back had a severe case of adult on set allergies that we were unaware of. He was allergic to many foods that he unknowingly kept eating until one night it was too late. We were heading home after a night of food and beverage, and my better half started acting irate and irritable due to the supply of oxygen slowly being cut off. Being a newly wed, I just thought I was seeing a new side to my husband and was clueless. We started home and was about a mile from our house when he pulled over claiming he was not feeling well enough to make it that last mile.

By the time it took for he and I to switch places and fasten our seatbelts...he was passed out with his neck swollen past his chin and clavicle. His face was so swollen that his eyes were sunk in and he wasn't breathing. Thank the Lord for LARGE miracles, we had pulled over in a parking lot across from a hospital. So I took off running red lights, stop signs and driving into oncoming traffic....all the while beating his chest with one fist and trying to steer with the other.

Our life flashed before my eyes...the years we would never have, the children we'd never conceive....and all I could yell was, "God No, Please NO! Help me!" I pulled into the ER after driving around it twice trying to find the ER entrance....it wasn't clearly marked back then like it is now. I rolled down my window and started screaming to get a doctor. It felt like an episode of ER. The doctor's would not let me back to see him once I parked and came inside. From what I learned later ... if I had gotten him there 20 seconds later, he wouldn't have made it. His air way was so constricted that they couldn't even bag him to get a tube down his throat. Afterwards, a nurse told me they weren't having any success tubing him and didn't think he would make it. She told me I was lucky. It wasn't luck that my husband made it, & with 20 seconds to spare!

That night, God provided 1 of countless miracles in my life and I'll never forget the panic and fear I felt. He kept me sane enough to drive with out crashing into oncoming traffic and around cars at stop signs. He got me to the hospital in the nick of time, and he saved the love of my life.

I just wanted to share with you that He loves all of you.

You all have miracles in your life as well. You just have to stop and pay attention.