Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Christmas Part 2!

**Warning....Picture Heavy Post!**

We woke up on December 26 with would Dex be today?

Um hello?  A  I am so not kidding.  He was running around being a nut!  How did present opening go?  Well, he helped with one or two, but he had so much pent up energy from being sick the past two days I don't think he was capable of sitting still and doing something as calm as opening presents. 

We discussed our options.  A.  Wait until later (possibly tomorrow) and see if he'll open them then.  B.  Say screw it and open them ourselves.  Yeah, we totally just opened his presents.  He ran around in circles around the house paused every now and then to glance at what we had opened.  Oh yeah, did I mention  HE WAS NUTS?!?!?!

Spinning in circles...

Yay!  Presents!

There's the action shot!

Who knows what's going through his mind?

Not the camera again!


The epitome of Christmas Craziness!

Thank God for doctors and medicine!

Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas Part 1

We had an "eventful" Christmas holiday to say the least.  It began for us on Christmas Eve.  We were hosting one part of Rob's family for Christmas Eve dinner.  We had been working for days and really worked more in the first 4 hours we were up than most people do all day, I swear. 

Around 3:00, Dex started crying.  And crying.  And crying.  Now, this may seem kind of like, so?  But you have to understand.  Here are the reasons Dexter cries:  a.  hungry  b.  poopie diaper  c.  hurt  d.  sick.  (I know throw something at me right now and tell me just wait).  He wasn't hungry, and in fact turned down a snack.  Diaper was clean and good to go.  He hadn't fallen or gotten hurt in anyway.  That leaves sick.

We brought him up and took a temperature.  102 immediately.  Okay, maybe the thermometer is weird...let's try again.  102.  Crap.  We called our pediatrician's service (it's Christmas Eve so as expected, they're closed).  While we wait, we give him some tylenol and a cool bath.  Dr. calls back, we chat for a bit, we did the right things.  He's tugging his ear, so he suggests we take him to the Children's urgent care in Wexford.  We called.  Closed.  Called Dr. back as instructed.  Dr. was furious that urgent care was closed on Christmas Eve, but hey what can you do.  He told us to watch him but call back if things got worse.

The medicine obviously kicked in, and though he was still warm, he seemed to be feeling better.

Family came, we ate, had a great time, and gift exchange started.  Dex started crying.  And crying.  And crying.  Time for tylenol?  Yes.  Takes some and sits with Grandma.  Falling asleep.  Rob and I figure, yeah it's an hour early, but maybe we just start bedtime.  After his bath, I start dressing Dex and what do I see?  A rash.....from his belly button down.  Oh no.  And he's on fire again.  Take the temperature?  102.7.  Crap.  We didn't even hesitate.  Threw clothes and a coat on him, wished or guests a Merry Christmas and headed to the ER. 

The verdict?  Ear infection, virus, viral rash.  Antibiotics.  Which we can't fill until Sunday, so thankfully we were sent on our way with some pre-measured medicine.  The bad?  Constant screaming in the ER.  He was so scared of everything they did:  pulse, temp, blood pressure, examination (rash had spread the whole way up his torso by this time).  The poor kid was so happy to get home.  I think his screaming helped us be seen faster!

Christmas day?  One sick kid.  He never opened a single Santa present.  He opened a few from the Grandparents since they were there and cried a lot. 

We figured, last year took us two days, so you know what?  So can this year!  Stay tuned for pt. 2.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Just need to let go a bit...

I try very hard not to complain.  Especially here.  It's not a spot for complaining.  However, we have had the worst. weekend. ever.

Actually, it started out great.  I met one of my favorite friends in the world for lunch.  We met at the Olive Garden and then sat and talked for over 2 hours.  It was necessary and fabulous!  Afterwards, i stopped by Kohl's to finish some Christmas shopping.  I waited in an extremely long line, holding heavy things because there were no carts.  I come out, put my things in my car, put the key in the ignition. 


Oh maybe I didn't turn it far enough.  Try again!


Crap.  I was parked in possibly the worst place ever where there was no possible way I could get a jump.  I called the hubs.  He came with the baby.  We traded cars while he called his dad and went into the store.  I was too upset to deal with anything.  He sent us home.  He and his dad got it all worked out and a new battery put in.  We pray to God that was what was wrong and we're done with it.

Today, baking cookies.  Trying to finish up.  Set the dishwasher to wash while I'm working.  Have dinner.  go to empty dishes after dinner.

Oh you mean an inch of standing water in the dishwasher isn't a good thing?


Have I mentioned we're hosting Christmas Eve dinner in 4 days? 

I welcome 2011, because 2010 is really crapping out on us.  :(

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Have I mentioned that I looove the Pittsburgh Penguins?

Today was one of those days that pretty much rocked.  Why? 

I'm not sure if you know this, but the Penguins organization is pretty much awesome.  Every year they host an open practice and invite local schools to come, watch them practice.  They don't just do that though.  They teach them about teamwork, healthful habits, practice being the key to success, studying hard in school.  They talk about where the players went to college, and the players themselves talk about how it's important to be skilled in something so that if one day, they can't play hockey, they have the ability to work elsewhere if need be.  (Ask my husband who used to work with  Troy Loney.  TROY LONEY.  who when he met him was like, "oh you YOU are the Rob *****")

They show the kids practice drills and how to set up faceoffs and power plays.  And seriously, it's not just a few players, it's the whole team.  Sidney Crosby smiles and laughs as all the kids are cheering "Crosby, Crosby, Crosby!!"  They throw pucks and tshirts to the kids.  Sometimes they hand sticks over the glass.  10,000 kids, all getting to see their heroes, for free, every year.  Some of these kids may Never set foot in Consol Energy Center except for this day.

You can't tell me that doesn't rock just a little.  Even if you despise Pittsburgh and our sports teams, come on.  That truly rocks.

Thanks goes out to the Pittsburgh Penguins for their generosity.  I can tell you, my kids will talk about this for the rest of the year.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A clone? Why sure!

Why is it that at Thanksgiving it's like, oh we have tons of time before Christmas.

Here I am with like what a little over two weeks and A MILLION THINGS TO DO.  I do this every stinking year.  I am not kidding.

Up pops my other favorite part of the year.  Every year, right about this time, it starts.  Cough, cough, cough.  Sniffle, sniffle.  Gag, gag.  Yes, I begin to get sick and by Christmas?  It's full blown chest cold.  Being that I just had pneumonia, I'm hoping this goes fast.  I can't afford to have pneumonia again.  In fact, I won't.  Sorry!  Passing on this one.

I have way too much to do in 2 weeks.  Anyone want to help?  I offer free homemade Christmas cookies!!  :)

Saturday, December 4, 2010

The one in which I am a huge idiot...

I hinted at a fun tale, and figured, enough time has passed so that I can now laugh at this story.

Let me preface this by saying, I have only locked my keys in the car one time besides this story.  Yes, I am aware I have just jinxed myself from now until eternity.  The last time I did this, I was 16 or 17.  My mom asked me to go to Pennsmart (now Planet Mart, I think) to get a newspaper or something.  I went.  I turned off the car,  put the keys in my purse, and proceeded to dump it all over the seat.  I never noticed the keys fell out, though I did upon looking in the window when I tried to get back in.  It was so long ago I had to use a PAY PHONE to call for help.  (yes, yes, I am officially old enough to remember using a pay phone).

Let me set the scene for you.  We were still living in the good old S-burg.  I had picked Dex up from the sitter and Rob passed through Cranberry on his way home from work.  This huuuuge storm (that subsequently had us trapped indoors for like a week afterwards) was just beginning to hit.  I knew we were running low on formula and wanted to get some so that our child could eat.  I had this brilliant plan that my husband could meet us at Giant Eagle in Seven Fields, take Dex home in his lovely SUV, and then I'd quickly hit the store, get some necessities and follow in my puny car that I love so leave me alone.  It seemed like complete genius!  Dex would get off the road in the safe car, and only I would be left to try and get home.

We made the hand off and I went into GE to get my shopping done.  It was a little nuts, as one could expect, but not too bad because I wasn't really looking for the things most people were looking for.  I headed to the checkout where I waited longer than usual, but really not that long.

I went out to my car, carefully because amazingly a ton of snow had fallen and the parking lot was slippery!  I unlocked my car, put my groceries inside, and sat in the driver's seat to start the car and warm up.  Problem.  The car was completely covered with snow, despite the fact that I hadn't been in the store all that long.  I decided to get out and scrape, but leave the car running because of how fast the snow was falling.  I finally got my car uncovered, when i went to get back in the car.  Um, wtf.  Why is my door locked?  My keys are in the ignition.  Crap, well I'll just call.....omg.  My purse is in the car.  My cell phone is in my purse.  My car is running, I have no purse, no phone.  I am 30 minutes (on a good day) away from home.  I had no clue what to do. 

I decided to head back in the store (based on my first experience with keys locked in a car) and call for help from a pay phone.  Problem.  There is no pay phone because HELLO it's 2010.  Crap.  Now what?  Ask an employee for help.  Um yeah, they are basically ignoring me because there are 203840293802138402380 people in the store.  Seriously.  Now what do I do?  I will ask someone to use their cell phone to call my husband, my parents, someone.  I asked.  And asked.  And asked.  20+ people later?  Not one person would let me use their cell phone.  I am NOT KIDDING.  I showed them my car, running, purse in it, door locked, and NOTHING.  Oh and fyi, my coat was in the car.  I literally kept trying employees/manager/kind souls and nothing.  I was to the point that I wanted to cry or go try and flag down a cop on the road or something, when standing by my car I see an SUV pull in with parents and children.  All I could think was, this is a mom, with her kids, she will definitely get it right?  I explained my dilemma and asked if I could please borrow her cell phone to make a call.  I offered my shoes as collateral.  She laughed and said of course. 

Now I must stop a moment and explain why she said yes.  She was a parent from the school I work at and recognized me.  Fabulous, and here I was thinking I'd never see these people again and therefore could forever hide my embarrassment!

Believe me, this story is far from over.  She hands me her phone and then I draw a blank.  Problem.  Even though I call it like 34 trillion times a day, I cannot remember my husband's cell phone number.  (I knew he wasn't home yet).  Crap. Okay, even though I know he's not home, I call home.  Answering machine.  Crap.  I call my parent's house.  Answering machine.  CRAP.  And also I can't remember their cell phone numbers either.  Seriously, I am not usually this stupid.  While all this is happening, the mom is looking at me like, dude I hope this woman never teaches my kid.  (or in reality like, this poor girl who is so stupid, I feel bad for her.  I should like buy her a clue or something)  Then, it comes to me.  My husband gave me and easy way to remember his cell number involving Penguins players jersey numbers.  (yes we really are that weird).  I tried it and praise to all that can be, I'm right.  Crying (I can't help it by now) I tell him what happened and that I need help.  He is about half way home because the roads suck.  He's ready to turn around, but I was like no, Dex needs to be home and safe.  He tells me he will get ahold of one of my parents to watch the baby and come and get me.  Thank GOD!  I thank the parents and decide to hang out and wait.

Problem.  It's cold.  Problem.  I'm afraid to leave my running car with all my personal purse stuff.  Eh, I'm close enough to the door that I can watch it.  You would think by now I'd be okay, but no.  Why??  Because I have no cell phone, I have no clue when my husband will be there.  It felt like hours.  I have no clue how long it actually was.  I kept running back and forth between car and store so that I felt like I was doing something, I guess and passing the time.  I tried not to look idiotic standing there, like, wtf am I doing?  I tried singing songs in my head and counting floor tiles, pretending I obviously had some big important job.  I kept returning to my car to clean it off, because you know I still had that stupid ice scraper, which I eventually started putting under my car so I wasn't holding it in the store.  Because I was worried about the ice scraper making me look like a moron.  I sniper watched every SUV that drove into GE, because I just knew the next one would be him.  After about the millionth time I counted to 500 (my magic number??), I saw an it?  no?  yes?  YES it's him.  I had managed after getting off the phone to keep it together all that time.  As soon as I saw my husband, I ran (raaaan) out of the store pointing to my car.  He got out, unlocked it and hugged me while I cried and sobbed about how cold I was, and how stupid I was, and why now in the biggest snow storm of the winter??? 

After the dramatic portion, we got into our cars and I never felt so relieved.  Needless to say, my car was a freaking oven.  I wanted to make out with my phone.  I called the hubby on the way home (I know stupid in bad weather) but I needed to hear a comforting voice.  Thankfully, my dad was at the drug store like 5 feet from our house and had immediately come over to stay with Dex.  It took about 45 minutes, but we got home.  I have never in my life been so thankful to be in that townhouse.  Never.

That is the getting locked out story.  To this day, I have no clue how I locked the door, because it was unlocked when I opened it obviously. 

And just so you know, I now unlock at least two doors every time I get in the car (I don't have automatic locks.....remember, I love my car) and usually four.  That's just how I roll now.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Hey, did someone say snow?!?

I am instantly going to make half of western Pennsylvania hate me.


Let me explain.  I hate driving in bad snow and ice.  I don't loooove being cold.  BUT...

1.  Snow is gorgeous.
2.  I pray to God that the snow signals the end of the wretched stink bugs.  (please, God, please)

That being said, what is wrong with drivers???  How can you grow up, in a state that receives snow for at least a quarter of the year, and yet you have no clue how the eff to drive in it??? 

1.  (wow I like lists today) you do not have to drive 5 miles an hour.  If you can't drive in snow, stay home.
2.  You do not have to drive 100 miles an hour (I could think of about 20 different ways to call you stupid for doing that on a regular day)
3.  Crazy person, ice scraper, ice scraper, crazy person.  Learn it, use it, live it.  (i.e. stop blowing shit on my car)
4.  When you see something shiny on the road that looks like ice, probably not a good idea to drive on it and slam your brakes.  Just sayin....
5.   Appearances are important, but please don't paint your nails, put on make up, shave, or brush your teeth (no I'm not kidding) while you are actively driving.  I promise you'll be more attractive without the shard of glass sticking in your forehead.

I'm sure there's more wisdom to share, but for now, please be safe out there!  Especially if we get another 24 inches of snow in like, a minute.  I promise you, it's okay to eat random leftover Halloween candy rather than fight the crowds for bread.  (remind me someday to tell you about locking my keys in the car when I stopped at the Seven Fields Giant Eagle to get my son formula during Keyser Snoze last year.  OMG.)  That actually would be a great blog for tomorrow....