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Sunday, February 20, 2011

So much to tell you....


Yes indeed...SO much to tell you...and SO little time.


Well...there's lots of time...I am just pooped. Plain ole POOPED. That should be my name...Kathy POOPED Roller. Sounds about right.

Where oh where to begin.

Let's see if I can remember the events of the week:

Joe had to drive to Olympia (about an hour away) to the nearest urgent care (because we live in the middle of NO WHERE)....he has pneumonia. He's been sick for about a month now. He's on his second round of antibiotics, second round of steroids, he has a regular inhaler and has also now added a steroid inhaler. He's just a sick, grumpy, OLD fart....(who is currently sleeping and will not be able to check this post for quality assurance until it has been read by hundreds).

Eli is getting over his sickies...BUT...because he's had such a horrible time with his asthma sn allergies, we have an appointment with an immumologist/pulmonologist/allergist in Tacoma (about 1 1/2 hours away) in a few weeks. He did, however, have two friends over to play last night and he went over to their house today for a few hours. It felt SO normal to have other kids here playing and letting him out of my sight for a while.

breathe....
my baby is getting old.

Isaac....is a TURD blossom...the cutest turd that you ever did see...but, still...a TURD. First of all, he still loves Gabba. And...I don't even mean love...I mean obsessed with it. It needs to be playing on multiple televisions, ipads, ipods, and cell phones all at the same time. AND...now, the boys have showed him YouTube....and someHOW he KNOWS that the youtube videos of Gabba are different than the saved movies that we have....and he has a preference.

Let's just imagine....you're in the grocery store...with your cute little turd in the front of the cart....just smiling at you. He immediately reaches in your purse and pulls out your cell (which, you better have FULLY charged at all times)....and starts pushing it at you. This means, "mom....I want to watch Yo Gabba Gabba NOW". You really should push the buttons as fast as you can...he can't wait very long.
Then...once the video starts to play...he's smiling the biggest smile....so precious...UNTIL, he reaches for the phone and starts pressing buttons...WHICH STOPS the video. He proceeds to scream (the kind of scream that everyone STOPS in their tracks and looks for the child abusing mother). You have to quickly find that video again....and get it started (all while maneuvering a cart, a turd in the front, holding a cell phone, and actually finding the groceries on your list).
NOW....just imagine....that you reach the back of the store...
where YOU DO NOT GET CELL PHONE RECEPTION...
the stored movie you have of Gabba doesn't work...
he NEEDS youtube....
like a meth addict needs his fix...
he's freaking out, screaming, swinging his arms, snot pouring out of his nose...
and you start walking as fast as you can to get that milk and bread and head to the front of the store where reception is better.

you find youtube again...
wipe the snot off his nose....
try to unload your groceries, while holding the phone in his sight of vision....
(remembering also that these videos are only about 2 minutes in length...)
pay the clerk, restart another video...
run to the car in the rain...
while STILL holding the phone in his sight..

then....you throw that turd in the carseat...and close the door.
NOW...he can scream his little head off...
the doors are closed!
until you open the trunk to put the groceries in...
he's still screaming...
people in the ENTIRE parking lot can hear....
you're throwing groceries in the back (trying to tell the cute turd that there is a tv in front of him playing....because it IS playing a gabba movie....always is)
You return your cart...just wishing that you could just stand out in the rain for a few more seconds...to enjoy the quiet....until a homeless person starts heading for you...then, you flee to your van with the screaming turd....
Turn on the van,
turn up the radio...
and listen to the turd calm down as he FINALLY realizes that there is a television playing in the van...
and we drive home.

Repeat EVERY freaking time we leave the house.

I am going to become a hermit.
seriously.

Other than Isaac doing this...really, everytime we go out. I'm really not sure what to do about it. If you don't take the cell phone out...he just screams the entire time. (an ipod isn't good enough anymore). He really is obsessed with it....He does this in stores, doctors offices, anywhere we go. The only place he is semi-complacent is at school....and he can only go there for 2 hours a day.

On another Isaac note...we saw his gi doc on Tuesday. We're going to start him on a blended diet soon (as soon as I order the darn book). AND...we needed to get his blood drawn...we think he has food allergies (his skin is just horrible and it's breaking out in horrible patches now). I wasn't hopeful (it's been almost 2 years since he's had a draw)...and they got it on the 2nd stick. It wasn't clotting, they got enough...and he didn't pass out from all his screaming.
WHEW!.
Can't wait to see the results.


Back to Isaac. He's been sick all week...getting really junky on Friday. His sats are still fine...but, I think I'm taking into an Urgent care tomorrow (YES...an hour away)...because peds think kids don't get sick on holidays?

BUT....you really should know that as much as my little Isaac is a complete turd....and gives me headaches like I've never had in my life....I can't imagine my life without him. He is learning so much each day (he's starting to vocalize "mamamama" now!), he's taking more steps independently, and he's just a big boy going to school each day. I hope you don't think I'm being mean to him calling him my turd...it's just funny....BUT...he really does act like a turd when he isn't in our house.
In our house...he's an angel....the best baby EVER.

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5 comments:

Grandma Judy said...

I know Chris was using that lotion as conditioner. You know that boy doesn't read.

Abby said...

Thanks for the GOOD laugh!!! Always looking for updates :)

The Portas said...

Do you think Isaac's turdness when away from home could relate to anxiety? Elijah starts exhibiting unusual behaviors and saying repetitive things when he is anxious and uncomfortable. I'm so happy that Isaac is starting to vocalize MAMA and that he loves school! Loving school is a great great sign!

I sure hope ALL of your boys get healthy and stay healthy...and, oh dear, the Lotion Talk..something I am NOT looking forward to (which is why Dan will do it, ha!).

Sending you snowy Minnesota love! xo

jencooper said...

Hahahahahahha!!! I love getting my Roller fix!!

I am still convinced that you need to move to Texas. Eli and Bennett could keep each other company. Gracie and Isaac could watch Gabba and be turds together (because they both qualify) and Chris....well, you can just leave him in Washington! (kidding, kidding)

Sarah said...

Glad to hear from you & catch up! Poor little Issac... Poor Mama... Oh my goodness - I'll be calling you advice when Evan gets older - not looking forward to that!