Showing posts with label That's Just Gross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label That's Just Gross. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
10 Second Rule?
I bought the kids pizza tonight for supper. Knowing that my husband hates pizza I bought his usual order of 20 hot wings. They are a bit pricey but hey, the guy really hates pizza. As I am bringing the food into the house the box of wings falls and hits the garage floor. Every single wing was laying on the concrete of our dirty garage. Just my luck, in my attempt to avoid cooking I ended up getting take out and making supper. ugh, what a day. (And if your wondering, yes the thought did cross my mind to pick up the wings and "dust" them off.)
Monday, March 8, 2010
I am SO done with germs and bugs!
We have had quite the eventful house. It started a few weeks ago when I happen to get yet another plugged duct. (I'm pumping milk for Matthew since he is not able to breast feed.) So take my word for it, if your doctor comes in and says she's going to use a large needle to drain out the infection...its going to hurt. The bonus is it clears up really fast and doesn't hurt like a son of a gun. ;)
Matthew had an appointment with his cleft team at the children's hospital. Everything was going well until his ears started to drain clear fluid. So after failing his hearing test again, they gave him some drops. 5 days later he had gross green pus coming out of his ear. It happened at church so I decided to wait until the morning so that I could call his surgeon who put his tubes in to look at him rather than some one different. The good news is tubes are still in place and everything is looking good.
Becca had a cold with a mild cough. She didn't get too sick and bounced back really quickly. That's my girl, doesn't seem to miss a beat unless she is super ugly sick.
Michael managed to one up his sister and got strep. He then ended up have a severe allergic reaction to the antibiotic and ended up with hives covering his whole body and facial swelling. The poor boy even had hives in his mouth. He spent a couple of hours at the hospital getting dose after dose of medication to reduce the allergic reaction. We got the lovely lecture from the ER doctor that we need to call an ambulance the next time he gets a bad reaction like this. I'm just hoping that he doesn't have a next time.
Daniel must have been feeling left out of the loop of sickies cause he now has strep and pneumonia. He is just in the beginning of his ordeal and we are waiting to see how bad his chest x ray is. The poor boy is quite ill and spends most of the day on the couch with his monster truck.
I can't leave DH out of the blog...he had his gout flair up in his ankle and has been limping around.
I think that we have had our share now so I have spent the day cleaning like mad to try and rid our house of any remaining germs trying to hang out. I would really like to get my hands on some of those CaviWipes, you know the super germ killer ones they have at the hospital. They probably would be safer than my home made water/bleach spray bottle I carefully take around my house. (I have dark blue carpet through out the house so I have nightmares about spilling it. Can you imagine, YIKES!)
Matthew had an appointment with his cleft team at the children's hospital. Everything was going well until his ears started to drain clear fluid. So after failing his hearing test again, they gave him some drops. 5 days later he had gross green pus coming out of his ear. It happened at church so I decided to wait until the morning so that I could call his surgeon who put his tubes in to look at him rather than some one different. The good news is tubes are still in place and everything is looking good.
Becca had a cold with a mild cough. She didn't get too sick and bounced back really quickly. That's my girl, doesn't seem to miss a beat unless she is super ugly sick.
Michael managed to one up his sister and got strep. He then ended up have a severe allergic reaction to the antibiotic and ended up with hives covering his whole body and facial swelling. The poor boy even had hives in his mouth. He spent a couple of hours at the hospital getting dose after dose of medication to reduce the allergic reaction. We got the lovely lecture from the ER doctor that we need to call an ambulance the next time he gets a bad reaction like this. I'm just hoping that he doesn't have a next time.
Daniel must have been feeling left out of the loop of sickies cause he now has strep and pneumonia. He is just in the beginning of his ordeal and we are waiting to see how bad his chest x ray is. The poor boy is quite ill and spends most of the day on the couch with his monster truck.
I can't leave DH out of the blog...he had his gout flair up in his ankle and has been limping around.
I think that we have had our share now so I have spent the day cleaning like mad to try and rid our house of any remaining germs trying to hang out. I would really like to get my hands on some of those CaviWipes, you know the super germ killer ones they have at the hospital. They probably would be safer than my home made water/bleach spray bottle I carefully take around my house. (I have dark blue carpet through out the house so I have nightmares about spilling it. Can you imagine, YIKES!)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Whats worse than a...
two year old. Very simple, a three year old.
Yesterday someone took my sweet, easy going little two year old and replaced him with someone I couldn't and wouldn't recognize. On a normal day we take the twins to the bus stop and head home where he eats his breakfast. I turn on the cartoons and he enjoys his usually Barney and Curious George. I can take this time to get in a shower, clean up the kitchen and even take a nap if needed. He is good and plays toys or comes and asks me for a cuddle.
However this day he ate very little than headed into his room and was playing with "toys". I sat at the computer to check up on some emails and do a little banking. After that I sat on the couch and was getting ready to read up on this coming week of pregnancy when Daniel comes up from downstairs. He shows me his hands and tells me he's cooking. There on his shinny little fingers were some bits of egg shells. I head down to find that he has his small cup overflowing of raw eggs. I get the cloth and start to clean up the 8 or 9 eggs broken on the coffee table and dumped into the cup. He asks me where the baby birds are and we had a little talk reminding him not to go into the fridge. (I am sure that this went in one ear and out the other, he is two.) I tell him that Mommy needs to cook the eggs before he eats them and he simply states that they were yummy. So, raw eggs for breakfast is what he wanted I guess.
We head back up stairs and I start heading into my room to take a shower when I see three cleaning bottles on the floor. I head into his room where I find the remainder of the cleaning bucket emptied and clue in that it wasn't Michael's toys he was playing with. It was the toilet brush. Calmly I call my wonderful husband and kindly remind him that if he takes out the cleaning bucket, he's to put it away. (Oh, I'm not just making this sound nice...I was calm.) Now that both of little Daniel's parents are grossed out, I lock him in the bedroom with me while I take a very quick shower. I come out and he has lotion all over himself, his PJ's, my bed, my pillow. He tells me with the look of full pride on his sweet face, look Mum...legs all better. I'm not sure what was wrong in the first place but the fact the he fixed them made his day. How could I shout at that? We dressed and the two of us headed out the door. I figured we were both safer in the car than left to survive in the house.
After coming home his day continued. He hid the remote to the TV. He threw his food all over the place at supper. He drew on the walls again. He helped me with his clothes. (aka: Took out every piece of clothing from his dresser drawers.)
At this point Dad came home, Mom was saved.
Yesterday someone took my sweet, easy going little two year old and replaced him with someone I couldn't and wouldn't recognize. On a normal day we take the twins to the bus stop and head home where he eats his breakfast. I turn on the cartoons and he enjoys his usually Barney and Curious George. I can take this time to get in a shower, clean up the kitchen and even take a nap if needed. He is good and plays toys or comes and asks me for a cuddle.
However this day he ate very little than headed into his room and was playing with "toys". I sat at the computer to check up on some emails and do a little banking. After that I sat on the couch and was getting ready to read up on this coming week of pregnancy when Daniel comes up from downstairs. He shows me his hands and tells me he's cooking. There on his shinny little fingers were some bits of egg shells. I head down to find that he has his small cup overflowing of raw eggs. I get the cloth and start to clean up the 8 or 9 eggs broken on the coffee table and dumped into the cup. He asks me where the baby birds are and we had a little talk reminding him not to go into the fridge. (I am sure that this went in one ear and out the other, he is two.) I tell him that Mommy needs to cook the eggs before he eats them and he simply states that they were yummy. So, raw eggs for breakfast is what he wanted I guess.
We head back up stairs and I start heading into my room to take a shower when I see three cleaning bottles on the floor. I head into his room where I find the remainder of the cleaning bucket emptied and clue in that it wasn't Michael's toys he was playing with. It was the toilet brush. Calmly I call my wonderful husband and kindly remind him that if he takes out the cleaning bucket, he's to put it away. (Oh, I'm not just making this sound nice...I was calm.) Now that both of little Daniel's parents are grossed out, I lock him in the bedroom with me while I take a very quick shower. I come out and he has lotion all over himself, his PJ's, my bed, my pillow. He tells me with the look of full pride on his sweet face, look Mum...legs all better. I'm not sure what was wrong in the first place but the fact the he fixed them made his day. How could I shout at that? We dressed and the two of us headed out the door. I figured we were both safer in the car than left to survive in the house.
After coming home his day continued. He hid the remote to the TV. He threw his food all over the place at supper. He drew on the walls again. He helped me with his clothes. (aka: Took out every piece of clothing from his dresser drawers.)
At this point Dad came home, Mom was saved.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Thirsty?
While helping the twins clean up the bonus room tonight Daniel was off doing his own thing. He will sing "meem up, meem up" as we do the cleaning. Tonight was no different so after the older ones were in bed he went into his room. So I assumed. While I was checking my messages, I hear this clattering of dishes. I didn't think to much of it as Becca keeps a glass of water by her bed. Then Daniel comes into the family room and his hands are cold and damp. His socks were damp. Oh great he's been playing in the toilet again. So I take off his clothes and change him into his pajamas. While sitting on the floor I notice a full glass of water on the coffee table. Getting ready to give Becca heck for leaving a full glass of water on the table I see water drips. The water drips are from down the hall. "Ding" the lights go on. Daniel wasn't playing in the toilet, he was simply getting something to drink. Grossed right out I asked if he wanted something to drink, he sticks out his tongue and spits. I guess the toilet water doesn't taste as good as cooler water.
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