Dehydrated

So far all of my bloodwork has come back as normal. I've upped my water intake from 8 cups to 12 cups (8 oz per cup). I feel a lot better. I think that with the additional exercise that I've been getting and the decongestants I've been taking for my allergies that I just needed more liquids.

HELP!!! I'm Stuck

I think the picture tells it all.

Note: It took G and I a full 10 minutes to remove C from the back of the chair.

From the Annals of C (or the Trials of K)

I wish I had better news to report, but C has continued his rampage. It started yesterday morning with a broken toilet tank cover. I ran upstairs to use the bathroom and left my two children happily eating breakfast. As I was coming down the stairs, I hear "Mom, I break it. Mom, I break it." I go into the bathroom to find that the cover has a huge chip out of it. C never could tell me how exactly it happened. I guess the moral of the story is that I just can't go to the bathroom.

I'm pretty sure something else happened yesterday, but I 'm just too tired to remember it. I guess it wasn't unusual enough to stick in my brain. This morning C woke up with swollen eye lids and green gunk in his eye. That didn't slow him down and DING, DING, DING ... C got into the bathroom soap pump. I wish I could just put door safety latches on all the bathrooms, but then G couldn't get in to use them. That could be an even worse disaster. I don't know ... at this point that could be a close call.

I took C to the doctor, and he does have pink eye so I can't send him to school tomorrow. N had to move a meeting because I have a doctor's checkup tomorrow and I begged him not to make me take the kids. I have had a few days of light-headedness and I can't seem to get rid of a sore throat. I suspect I could be anemic and maybe have strep throat, but I'll see what the doctor says. Sometimes my anxiety makes me believe things are worse than they actually are. Sorry this post isn't all that hilarious. I think I'm just tired but hey I've earned it.

P.S. I'm half way through JH's wrap. I'm trying to finish a few things, but I start a knitting class on Saturday. I'm so excited. It's going to be so great.

What in the world has C gotten into today?

C, my sweet, sweet son, decided to empty a tube of Boudreaux's Butt Creme.

Have you got the picture in your mind yet? Let me help ...

He found it in the bottom of his drawer when he was supposed to be taking a nap. Anyway, he washed his window with it and then coated his trains and track. (His room doesn't smell like poop anymore.)

To his credit, he did get out a bunch of wipes (a whole package) and try to clean everything up (wipes everywhere). (I found all of this ...)When I went upstairs to put him to bed, he cheerfully showed me the empty tube because I thought he had gotten into the yogurt again. He didn't want me to ban him from yogurt so he showed me the empty tube of diaper ointment. G and C helped me clean everything up with such a good attitude -- they were getting to stay out of bed for a few more minutes. I did draw the line when C wanted to eat some raisins that had been on the ointment covered train table. He just doesn't understand why a little diaper creme would prevent him from eating his favorite raisins. (What I want to know is how a kid can eat diaper creme covered raisins but refuses to eat vegetable soup? Could the vegetable soup really be that bad?)

G wanted to know if she ever got into things the way C does. I don't think anyone gets into things the way C does.

Oh shoot, I should have taken some pictures. I have many, many pictures showing what in the world C has gotten into. I am glad that I can still find the humor in it. One especially memorable time was when he climbed into the fireplace full of ashes although it was G who took a marker and wrote all over the back of his brand new shirt while I went to the bathroom. And I thought it was a good thing when my kids finally let me go to the bathroom by myself.

Just another evening in the H's House

Well, I've been working on the computer trying to balance the Christmas bills. N had to go into work today because this is crunch time at work, and I will need to go see my mom at the end of January by myself.

G is running around crying: it's a cry that alternates between "I can't find the remote. The world is coming to a horrible end because the remote is missing." and "Oh my God, I'm going to throw up because C has pooped in his diaper again. Please Mom change him IMMEDIATELY."

For a few seconds there was a small silence, like the eye of a bad storm, and then came:
"uh ... uh... uh... MOM, C IS CUTTING YOUR YARN!!!"

Personally, I think the world froze as I ran to the couch to see C with a little pair of scissors cutting a string of yarn that was attached to something I was knitting. At that moment, I could definitely understand child abuse. I had to hold myself back from picking him up and shaking him violently. I know the yarn isn't worth him having brain damage, but for a minute there it was a close call. Anyway, I discovered that the damage is repairable and we have all calmed down. C has survived the day with only the typical bumps and bruises.