Wednesday, September 30, 2009

A Hard Decision

Bug had to have glasses. We started noticing a few months ago that one of his eyes looked like it was "wandering", but it only did it when he got really excited. His granny told me that one of her kids used to be able to do that on purpose, we thought he was just being silly. Then it started doing it more often and we realized that something was wrong.

Turns out that my little Bug is near sighted, far sighted, and has an astigmatism. It also turns out that the optometrist started talking surgery almost as soon as he got in the chair. Of course, the mommy in me almost panicked. I can't stand the thoughts of him having to go through that. At first she was planning to send him straight to a specialist to discuss surgery, but because of my reaction (I think) she decided to give him glasses and have him come back in a month.

My mommy radar is going off big time here. For starters, I don't think a month is enough time to decide whether or not the glasses are going to work. Second, I really don't trust doctors. I mean, just because this person has gone to school for a lot of years doesn't guarantee that she has the integrity to make decisions based completely on medical necessity and not the love of a dollar. Experiences that we went through with my mammaw have taught me that. How can I be sure?

I decided to do a little research myself about the procedure and it turns out that it rarely corrects vision (and can sometimes harm it) and is almost always for cosmetic benefits. Shouldn't this information have been offered to me upfront? Instead the doctor just assumed that I would jump at whatever suggestion she had, and she was ready to rush my baby off to a likely surgery without even explaining that it probably wouldn't correct his vision in any way.
Don't get me wrong, if Bug's eyes looked really bad and surgery was going to make his life easier, we would most likely do it. Bug's eyes just don't look that bad.

We are really having a hard time with this. I am praying for the wisdom to make the right decision, whatever will be the best for him in the long run. Sometimes the responsibility of being a mommy is way more than I feel qualified for and more than a little scary.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

I'm an Aunt Again!!!

Well, great-aunt actually. My niece Kelli gave birth to Abigail Grace this morning, I can't wait to meet her. They tell me she has a head full of black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Apparently Kelli and her husband Terry are going to have kids with every possible hair color. Samuel, the five year old, has the most beautiful copper hair and Noah, the almost three year old, has light brown. Now they just have to add a blonde baby to the mix (which they'll probably do next year, they are much braver than me) and they will have pretty much covered them all.

I have been an aunt since I was four years old. I am an old hat at this, counting all the nieces and nephews on both sides of our family (including those acquired through marriage) we have 22. I still get excited when we get a new one.

I just had to share this bit of news, I know that I am finished having babies, but it sure is fun snuggling the brand new ones that I can give back. :) Until the next time...have a great day!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Goodbye Old Friend

Bug is now three years and five months old. He has always been a terrible sleeper, in my opinion, because he doesn't seem to do it as often or as long as he should. He is also very demanding, active, and easily upset which means that Mommy really, really needs him to take a nap everyday. Sadly folks, I think it may be coming to an end.

We had been doing "quiet time" (it cannot be referred to as a nap due to the fact that naps are evil) from about 2:00-4:00 then bedtime at 9:30-10:00. If for some reason he didn't get a nap small things like a dropped blueberry or Max and Ruby going off resulted in him rolling on the floor whining and sobbing for half an hour. Now things have changed.

He no longer seems sleepy in the middle of the day if he wakes up at his regular 7:30-8:00 time. I had still been putting him down because I refused to entertain the idea that he might be dropping his nap. Unfortunately it's been taking him anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half to fall asleep at night and that's when we put him to be at 10:00. He doesn't cry, throw a tantrum or try to get up. He just tosses and turns and sighs dramatically.

I am not a quitter (o.k., sometimes I am, but not where naps are concerned) so I decided to start putting him down at 1:30 and getting him up at 3:00. This would mean a shorter nap time and an earlier wake time. I was pretty sure I had this figured out, but Bug had other ideas. It took him an hour and 15 minutes to fall asleep last night. That's right, he finally dropped off at about 11:15.

I hate to admit defeat, but I really think his (and my!) napping days are over. His daddy and I had a solemn conversation about it last night and we have decided to try skipping it entirely for a few days to see how it works out. I am a little concerned about what to do on those days when he inexplicably wakes up at 5:07, you know he will need a nap those days and if he hasn't been used to taking one he will likely go into a fit of pint sized rage.

Dr. Sears recommends trying to hang onto the nap until they are at least four years old, but I don't see it happening around here. I feel like having a memorial service for the nap. Oh, how I will miss it. No more naps for me, no more uninterrupted phone calls, no more Supernanny without worrying that Bug is in the corner taking notes about how best to drive me insane and take over the household. If I could play Taps I think I would...

Thursday, September 17, 2009


That's how I've been feeling for about a week now. We were all sick last week with everything from a fever to vomiting to a rash, so that is probably the culprit. Either way, I've been pretty quiet here and I didn't want anyone to think I had died or decided to stop blogging...again.

I have been trying to take things a little easier, reading more and watching t.v. I don't realize sometimes just how little time I take for myself and I think it eventually catches up with me. I have also come to the realization that it's difficult for me to manage my computer time wisely. Since I don't watch t.v. very much and reading makes me sleepy in the evening, I usually end up online. I didn't grasp until recently just how much I "check out" of our evenings, so I am trying to drastically reduce how much time I spend online. I am still going to write when the boys are sleeping or with daddy, but I am only going to check my email once a day and no more message boards. Those things are addictive!

Grumpy is crawling now (and he pulled up four times!) so he is absolutely wearing me out. I got rid of our play yard because he hated it and now I am questioning the wisdom of that decision. He is like a little red haired tornado, that child can fly. Oh, and he ate a bug the other day. I turned my head for one second and when I looked back there were antennae stuck to his mouth. He spit it up later, I'll spare you the details, but I will say that my husband even freaked out a little. Yep, I think I deserve the mommy of the year award.

We currently have a neighbor who will.not.leave. Seriously, he shows up as soon as the hubby comes in from work and comes right back after supper. He never comes in, but it's driving me absolutely crazy. I want to handle this in a Christian manner , but I just find myself wanting to yell, "Please for the love of all find yourself a hobby!". Probably not the best plan of action, but I think I am making the husband nervous because he keeps finding ways to keep me from talking to the guy when he comes over. I don't mean to be mean, but we like to spend some time outside in the evenings and we don't always want company over. I'm not sure quite how to handle this one, another reason for my blah attitude of the moment.

Alright, my pity party is over for now. Today is the hubby's last day of work for the week and I am going to have to get out of this funk so he doesn't end up taking a second job or going to Michigan to visit his mom to get away from me. I will see you here again soon!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I Just Had to Share This...

I found this post over at Heavenly Homemakers and had to share it with you. It's not new, but I just stumbled across it and it really hit home for me, I thought it might do the same for some of you. That's all for now, have a great Tuesday!

Getting Ready for Fall

My favorite season has always been summer, but fall definitely runs a close second. I love the crisp mornings, the crunch of leaves and the spicy scent that the air has. I love the idea of battening down the hatches and getting the house cozy for the cool weather and I absolutely love Halloween! Every year I try to make a point of changing some things in our house to make for a little cozier atmosphere. Here are few things that I do:

1. Dig out the throws. Oh, how I love throws! We have so many and I still want more. We have plaid ones, printed ones, solids, and I even have one with my name on it. I am a firm believer that you cannot have too many throws. I toss them over the couch, the rocking chair and on the foot of our beds. Bug is also a lover of the throw and can usually be found wrapped in one for about an hour after he wakes up on chilly mornings.

2. Fix cold weather foods. Soup, lasagna and chili are favorites around our house. I am planning to try homemade beef stew this year, the last recipe I attempted was a disaster. I would also love to give butternut squash a go, I bought one last year but I am ashamed to say it lay in the fridge unappreciated until it spoiled. This year I'm really going to use it. No, really.

3. Get the house ready for the cold weather. Our previous home was so poorly insulated that I don't think there was any hope for it, but in our new place I'm hoping weatherization will actually make a difference. We have double paned windows and the outside is brick, so surely some weather stripping around the doors and blocking drafts around the doors will help to keep it cozy.

4. Watch scary movies. I realize that this is more of a Halloween thing to do, but as I mentioned before, I love Halloween so fall always puts me in the mood for a good thriller. I don't do demonic possession and what not, but give me a good classic slasher like Halloween or a ghost story (and my hubby somewhere in the house) and I'm a happy girl.

5. Make it smell like I've been baking. As Thrifty Southern Mama you would think I baked things from scratch all the time. Sadly, that is not the case, although I do plan to start. But until then, I like to burn spicy scented candles or potpourri to make it seem as though a warm apple pie is just fixing to come out of the oven.

6. Put heavier covers on the beds. I have a heavier comforter set that I put on our bed and I add an extra quilt and blanket to Bug's bed. We also switch to flannel sheets when the temperatures drop.

There you have it, the things that I do to get ready for fall. I am hoping that someday soon we will be able to grow a garden so that I can fill our pantry with all kinds of fresh fruits and veggies and that I really will start making lots of yummy, hearty foods from scratch. Even though the highs here are still in the upper 70's and low 80's, I am still thinking fall and am looking forward to it more than I have in a long time!

Friday, September 4, 2009

It's My Birthday!

I am 31 years old today. I'm not doing anything particularly special to celebrate, for some reason I've never wanted to make a big deal about my birthday. Even when I was a little girl I never wanted a party or anything like that, although any and all gifts were welcome, encouraged and occasionally requested by small decorative hand outs.

I had a friend ask me today if it didn't make feel depressed that I'm 31 years old. I can pretty much get depressed over anything, but surprisingly enough my thirties haven't done that to me. Sometimes it does take my breath to realize how fast time has flown by, but as far as the numbers go, I'm good. What does bug me is all the changes I would like to see in myself and all the little things I would like to accomplish. It just seems like time is passing so quickly and I am not really getting anywhere.

Don't get me wrong, I love my life and wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not longing to be single or to escape my boys and my responsibilities at home. I would just love to change some small things, like my constant need for advice, my desire to have the approval of certain people in my life, and my big mouth that doesn't seem to know when to close. I would also like to be able to mind my own beeswax and not borrow the troubles of others quite so often.

Then there's my writing. I would love to be bringing in even a modest income and I just can't seem to get myself pulled together enough to do it. I would also like to have at least a small desire to decorate instead of feeling horrified by the idea. I would like enjoy shopping for clothes and make-up again and maybe be a little impractical from time to time. That might be fun.

All in all though, I am happy with the fact that I'm the big 31 and don't really want to go back in time or remove the beginnings of my crow's feet (all of which were placed there during Bug's second year of life, btw) and I don't feel the need to purchase any miracle youth junk to prevent the frown lines that Grumpy's bound to give me during his second year. I am a pretty content gal, I just hope I still feel this way when I hit 40!


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