Sunday, November 27, 2011

So Very Thankful

It has been a long, lovely week.

One of the benefits of being married is getting to celebrate each holiday at least twice. This year did not disappoint. We were fortunate enough to eat all the glorious deliciousness of Thanksgiving on Thursday with my parents, aunt, uncle, father-in-law, and sister-in-law. Two days later, we did it all again, with Barry's mom, brothers, and sisters. I hope we get a double dose of Christmas as well.

While vegetating after dinner at my parents' house, I made Barry climb into the attic with me and grab a couple of my old toys so that I can clean them up and give them to Emma as Christmas gifts. She'll be getting some lightly used My Little Ponies, a chair for her dolls, and a beautiful toy cradle that my Grandpa made for me as a Christmas gift when I was two years old. I'm excited to be able to share my cherished toys with my girl.

Here is one such toy.

I never played with this car; it was given to me as a gift in high school, long past my Barbie days. I had a collection of little, yellow VW Beetles and one of my most excellent friends decided this would be the perfect addition to that collection. It's been collecting dust for about a decade now, but Emma sure loved pushing it all over Grammie's house.

In unrelated news, I gave Emma both of her injections this afternoon all by myself. I couldn't have done it without the help of her high chair restraints and distracting videos on my phone, but this mama was tired of waiting around for Barry to get home, so I just made it work. It definitely wasn't easy, but we succeeded. Now I know that I can do it, and knowing is half the battle.

To keep with the spirit of Thanksgiving:
I am thankful for family and friends who make my world brighter. I am thankful for a husband who works hard to provide for our family. I am especially thankful that he has a job. I am thankful for my home, my amazing fireplace, warm water, and a soft pillow. I am thankful for my pets. I am thankful for our trials. Even though I hate JRA, I know it is making my family stronger, and I am very grateful for that increased strength. I am thankful for my Savior for giving me everything. I am thankful for my daughter. She is my miracle and she teaches me the meaning of unconditional love, bravery, and faith in ways that I never imagined.

Sunday, November 20, 2011


Hey there, good looking!

I've decided that if a sitcom or other show had a skit of a typical nighttime for me, people would laugh. My nights are seriously a joke.

Many nights, I get in bed and toss and turn until I finally fall asleep. Occasionally I pass out immediately, but that doesn't happen as often as it used to, thanks to several achy joints that have become a part of my life since having a child.

I sleep for about two hours before the dog wakes me up to go out. He'll go pee, come back in, and I'll settle back into bed. Then, on particularly evil nights, my dog will wake me again a few hours later. Apparently it was too cold or damp for him to take the time to poo the first time he was outside. Awesome. I'll settle back into bed again, and just start to drift off when my cat decides that I have disturbed her sleep and she is now hungry. I take the lid off her food and let her munch away as I start to slumber again. Then, on especially evil nights, Emma will wake just as I fall asleep, and I'll get up to tend her. By the time I'm back in bed, I've been up so much that it takes me a while to really fall asleep. Then, a couple of hours later, Barry's alarm clock goes off, which wakes me and the other cat, who reminds me that it is time for her breakfast. Fifteen minutes of fiddling around with cats and whatnot, and I'm back asleep again, only to be woken two hours later by Emma who has decided that any time between 6 and 7 in the morning is a good time to start the day.

So, what I'm trying to say is I sleep in approximately two hour intervals. That is some severely interrupted sleep. I did some online research and reading on the subject several months ago, but I've forgotten what it said. I have the feeling it wasn't good. (I just found something online that says it may cause memory problems. Go figure.)

One thing is for sure, it's stressing me out and making me a grouch.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

29 years for me & 21 months for Em!

Thanks, Visiting Teachee, you're the best!
That's right, I'm tooting my own horn, but I think this is the one day a year when I'm perfectly allowed to do so. I love birthdays. I'm not one of those ladies who freaks out about getting a year older. It's okay that I have an increasing number of gray hairs, that's only natural. I'm fine with the fact that this is the last of my birthdays in my 20s, I'm just happy to be alive and well! Birthdays are a special day to celebrate! Today is a day when I can say, "Bring the kid into our bed, Honey, I don't feel like getting up yet!" It's okay that I dumped half a bowl of oatmeal straight into the compost bucket because I realized too late that my husband bought a custard-filled doughnut for my breakfast. Those are the kinds of things that are perfectly acceptable when it's my birthday.

Tomorrow Miss Emma will be 21 months old. Time is flying. In just three little months we'll have a two year old on our hands. She's getting ready for the terrible twos and has her tantrum throwing skills perfected ahead of schedule. We love her to pieces though, so I think it will all be okay. She is talking a ton, but we're frequently running into a problem. Emma will say something out of the blue that we can't understand. Barry and I have no context or reference point, so we start saying words back to her and she says "No" and repeats the mystery word. Sometimes we figure it out, sometimes we all get frustrated and have to change the subject. I can't wait until her pronunciation is better.

The big news: THE ENBREL IS HELPING! EMMA'S ANKLE IS NO LONGER SWOLLEN! This is amazingly wonderful, since the kid's left ankle has been swollen since May. Her knee is better too. It's no longer hot and I don't think it's inflamed, but it is a little lumpy. Her fingers are still little sausages, but I'm hoping they respond soon. We go to physical therapy later this morning. I'm interested to hear what they say.
We're totally related!
On a completely unrelated note, I spent a little time on the internet last night reading about The Hunger Games movie. I'm pretty excited! I'll have to reread those books as soon as I'm done rereading the Hitchhikers' Guide series. I love reading and I am grateful that I have time to read more now that I'm only working part time.

Have a wonderful day, my friends. I know I will!

Monday, November 7, 2011


Last week we were initiated into parenthood... Emma had her first stomach flu. Naturally, it came on only a couple of days after starting her new medication, just to put me into panic mode. I calmed down after both her rheumatologist and pediatrician told me that she most likely had a regular tummy bug and not a rare reaction to Enbrel.  Regardless of the cause, it was an exhausting few days, complete with an abundance of vomit, clean-up, stress, and tears, insufficient amounts of food and water, and one fussy, little girl. The last of the vomits happened Friday at 1 in the morning. Barry and I worked as a beautiful, albeit sleepy, team as he cleaned the kid and I cleaned the bed and put on fresh sheets. It took a long while before she was calmed down enough to sleep, but we finally all got back to our beds. Then I had to get up and go to work. I was very tired. Thankfully, Emma has fully recovered and is back to her pizza-eating self.

Then Sunday happened to be "The End of Daylight Saving Time." I think Daylight Savings is a ridiculous program and I'm about ready to move to Arizona. I used to love it before motherhood. I especially enjoyed that day in fall when I instantly gained an hour of beautiful sleep. Now, that happens to be the most dreaded day of my year. That's the day when I know I'm going to wake up heinously early, deal with an insane amount of tantrums, and wonder how we'll ever get back to a moderately normal schedule again. Seriously. I've been woken up at about 5:30 A.M. two days in a row now. I'm not a pretty sight to behold and my kid is having more tantrums than I care to admit. I think she's asleep now, which means I need to sneak off and take a nap as well. My brain has been pretty much useless for three days straight.

Before I pass out on the couch, let me close by saying that Emma had her second dose of Enbrel on Sunday and so far everything is going well. I'm glad she is tolerating the medicine, braving the shot, and responding to treatment moderately well. Keep your fingers crossed that this is her miracle drug and we can make her nasty arthritis go away.


My little duck, 24 hours before the stomach flu!