Wonder if Tater interviewed a frog to know this?
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Christmas Card Pictures - The Winners!
There was lots of bribery...
There was a bit of cropping...
And there will be an outtakes post!!!!!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
The Season of Sickness Has Arrived!
All three kids have been coughing and sneezing and wiping their slime on me for the past few weeks. I had been expecting this season of our life...but that doesn't mean I'm ready to accept it!
We had Sassy's birthday party last Saturday and I was feeling a bit yucky. I got up early Sunday to head to an annual tag sale that I refuse to miss...and then spent the rest of the day on the couch with chills and a fever. Luckily that was it and I felt fine to head off to work all week.
Then Wednesday, the school nurse appeared at my classroom door with Tater. Her asthma was acting up and we agreed to max out her inhaler dosage and see if she was breathing better. It helped for about an hour. So after we picked up Sassy from school, we headed to the doctor. With Tater and her kidneys and her immunity issues, we (and the doctors) don't mess around. Luckily the 12 puffs of inhaler medicine, her lungs were clear. Unluckily, she had spiked a temperature and the doctor was worried about pneumonia. So off we went for chest x-rays. While we were waiting for the orders to take with us, Sassy managed to fall off the examine table and cut her tongue on both sides and gush blood for a bit. Never a dull moment!
So I took all three kids to the hospital, took them in for the x-ray, sat in the hallway with the two littles while my big girl did her x-ray by herself, and walked out of the imaging center to see Daddy arrive to help. Yeah.
Luckily the lungs were clear. So we headed home with yet another "virus." And then the hives arrived. Yes, hives. All over her little body, head to toe! It was a long night...but still just a "virus."
Daddy spent Thursday at home with Tater. I luckily had Friday off for Veteran's Day. Tater and I hung out and ran some errands while our amazing sitter took the littles to the zoo for the day. They had a blast and Tater had a great day with Mommy.
Then Sassy woke up from her nap...with 101 temperature. And the dreaded cough. I almost cried!
This morning a hot little one crawled in my bed and snuggled in very sweetly. We broke the news to Tater that she still had a fever and couldn't go to a birthday party she had been looking forward to. There was some drama. Okay, there was a LOT of drama.
We regrouped and forced ourselves to bundle up and run a few necessary errands. Then we came home to cuddle a bit more. Daddy finished packing and headed off on his business trip. I'm here with two sick girls and all of us are a bit stir-crazy. Tomorrow may be a VERY long day...so long we have to venture out for a bit of a shopping adventure at some point.
It looks like we are in this for the long haul...me and the kids...and Pop-Pop when he arrives on Monday!
We welcome all and any prayers that the grown ups survive!
We had Sassy's birthday party last Saturday and I was feeling a bit yucky. I got up early Sunday to head to an annual tag sale that I refuse to miss...and then spent the rest of the day on the couch with chills and a fever. Luckily that was it and I felt fine to head off to work all week.
Then Wednesday, the school nurse appeared at my classroom door with Tater. Her asthma was acting up and we agreed to max out her inhaler dosage and see if she was breathing better. It helped for about an hour. So after we picked up Sassy from school, we headed to the doctor. With Tater and her kidneys and her immunity issues, we (and the doctors) don't mess around. Luckily the 12 puffs of inhaler medicine, her lungs were clear. Unluckily, she had spiked a temperature and the doctor was worried about pneumonia. So off we went for chest x-rays. While we were waiting for the orders to take with us, Sassy managed to fall off the examine table and cut her tongue on both sides and gush blood for a bit. Never a dull moment!
So I took all three kids to the hospital, took them in for the x-ray, sat in the hallway with the two littles while my big girl did her x-ray by herself, and walked out of the imaging center to see Daddy arrive to help. Yeah.
Luckily the lungs were clear. So we headed home with yet another "virus." And then the hives arrived. Yes, hives. All over her little body, head to toe! It was a long night...but still just a "virus."
Daddy spent Thursday at home with Tater. I luckily had Friday off for Veteran's Day. Tater and I hung out and ran some errands while our amazing sitter took the littles to the zoo for the day. They had a blast and Tater had a great day with Mommy.
Then Sassy woke up from her nap...with 101 temperature. And the dreaded cough. I almost cried!
This morning a hot little one crawled in my bed and snuggled in very sweetly. We broke the news to Tater that she still had a fever and couldn't go to a birthday party she had been looking forward to. There was some drama. Okay, there was a LOT of drama.
We regrouped and forced ourselves to bundle up and run a few necessary errands. Then we came home to cuddle a bit more. Daddy finished packing and headed off on his business trip. I'm here with two sick girls and all of us are a bit stir-crazy. Tomorrow may be a VERY long day...so long we have to venture out for a bit of a shopping adventure at some point.
It looks like we are in this for the long haul...me and the kids...and Pop-Pop when he arrives on Monday!
We welcome all and any prayers that the grown ups survive!
Leaving On A Jet Plane!
Daddy left on a business trip today...for a whole week.
It's gotten chilly so I can't just throw shorts on the kids and let them run wild outside.
Oh, yeah, and we have that thing called "school" and a "schedule"!
Oh, and the best thing?
Both girls are sick with fevers and a nasty, nasty cough.
Just wonderful.
Good times.
But we did bundle up and venture outside this afternoon to burn off some energy and say goodbye to Daddy.
There was lots of running...
and jumping...
and high-fiving!
She really is sick!
We'll miss you, Daddy!
But we owe a huge "thank you" to Pop-Pop, who will arrive Monday to provide reinforcements!!!!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Well Said, Papa!
Harry Deitz: Welcome to our world, little one
A baby cries, and another life has joined our world. That quickly, everything has changed forever.
It happens somewhere almost every second of every day, but each one is special for all of those who are involved or in some way touched by the moment.
First-time parents try to balance the extreme emotions of excitement and responsibility, of happiness and fear. Experienced parents anticipate the changing family dynamics. Grandparents simply glow with pride.
The months of anticipation, preparation and care leading up to the moment of birth fade quickly, lost in a few hours of excruciating pain, which soon is erased by waves of joy. The wonder of life takes hold again.
So you stop and reflect for a few moments, hours or even days about this new life, your own life and life in general. For that brief time, the world slows, and your priorities seem to be in order.
You look into his eyes and he stares back: a special moment, a definite connection. A bond forms.
You hold him and watch him sleep. He seems so peaceful. So content. So safe. And you want to keep him that way. But, deep inside, you know that's not possible.
He will face challenges, disappointments and hurt. And no matter how much you try to protect and shelter him, guide and direct him, there will come a time, too quickly, when he will have to stand on his own in the world.
Along the way, you hope that the choices you make and the choices he makes will be good ones.
Each of those choices, decisions, actions and directions that we make and take has a bearing on every one that follows. It's often as simple as turning left or right, saying yes or no, moving or hesitating.
It's all part of life, which is ever changing. So many uncertainties. No guarantees.
You worry about the world he is joining. What kind of world will he come to know?
You want it to be a world without hate. A world without prejudice. A world without sadness. A world without jealousy and envy. A world without injustice. But then it would be a world without dreamers like me.
And yet there is hope. So we at least try to make it better than it's been. For him, and for so many other innocent little ones like him.
You pray that for every Madison, Ryan, Mallory or Joey who joins our world, there will be something good left to pass on to them and their children.
It's not just the impact the world will have on him, but also the impact he will have on the world. There are so many possibilities and opportunities. So much pressure and responsibility. You wonder how you will balance it all. How he will. How you will know right from wrong, good from bad.
For this day, all is calm. You hope that tomorrow will be, too. At least for this night, he will sleep peacefully, and so will you.
You smile and close your eyes, and pray that it will be a world where he is as safe and loved as the one he entered today.
You sleep soundly.
And then, a baby cries.
Contact Harry Deitz: 610-371-5004 or hdeitz@readingeagle.com.
A baby cries, and another life has joined our world. That quickly, everything has changed forever.
It happens somewhere almost every second of every day, but each one is special for all of those who are involved or in some way touched by the moment.
First-time parents try to balance the extreme emotions of excitement and responsibility, of happiness and fear. Experienced parents anticipate the changing family dynamics. Grandparents simply glow with pride.
The months of anticipation, preparation and care leading up to the moment of birth fade quickly, lost in a few hours of excruciating pain, which soon is erased by waves of joy. The wonder of life takes hold again.
So you stop and reflect for a few moments, hours or even days about this new life, your own life and life in general. For that brief time, the world slows, and your priorities seem to be in order.
You look into his eyes and he stares back: a special moment, a definite connection. A bond forms.
You hold him and watch him sleep. He seems so peaceful. So content. So safe. And you want to keep him that way. But, deep inside, you know that's not possible.
He will face challenges, disappointments and hurt. And no matter how much you try to protect and shelter him, guide and direct him, there will come a time, too quickly, when he will have to stand on his own in the world.
Along the way, you hope that the choices you make and the choices he makes will be good ones.
Each of those choices, decisions, actions and directions that we make and take has a bearing on every one that follows. It's often as simple as turning left or right, saying yes or no, moving or hesitating.
It's all part of life, which is ever changing. So many uncertainties. No guarantees.
You worry about the world he is joining. What kind of world will he come to know?
You want it to be a world without hate. A world without prejudice. A world without sadness. A world without jealousy and envy. A world without injustice. But then it would be a world without dreamers like me.
And yet there is hope. So we at least try to make it better than it's been. For him, and for so many other innocent little ones like him.
You pray that for every Madison, Ryan, Mallory or Joey who joins our world, there will be something good left to pass on to them and their children.
It's not just the impact the world will have on him, but also the impact he will have on the world. There are so many possibilities and opportunities. So much pressure and responsibility. You wonder how you will balance it all. How he will. How you will know right from wrong, good from bad.
For this day, all is calm. You hope that tomorrow will be, too. At least for this night, he will sleep peacefully, and so will you.
You smile and close your eyes, and pray that it will be a world where he is as safe and loved as the one he entered today.
You sleep soundly.
And then, a baby cries.
Contact Harry Deitz: 610-371-5004 or hdeitz@readingeagle.com.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Sassy's First Day of School!
Sassy turned three and lost all her therapies that she was getting through Early Intervention.
Mommy and Daddy decided that she REALLY needed those services and opted to enroll her in day care at the same school where she received her EI services...so she could stay with all her favorite and amazing therapists!
She started on Monday.
Mommy had a hard time saying goodbye to her baby...who spent a LONG first day at school.
She had lots of friendly faces pop in to say "hi"...and she did just fine without her mommy!
She loves her teacher.
"My favorite friend is Miss Stephanie!"
She refuses to nap on her adorable nap mat.
And her teacher refuses to make her...
"She's just to cute!"
Ha!
The sass hasn't come out yet...but I'm sure it's not too far off!
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