Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Fun Website for Invitations and Such
O.k., so I TRULY do not mean to be an advertising forum, but when I find something great, I just have to share. I just received the invitations for the boys' first birthday (less than a month away... Can you believe it?). Anyhow, if you have twins, triplets or more, I highly recommend Invitation Monkey for all your stationery needs. Carrye Campbell is based out of the Mobile, AL area and does all her own artwork. So you can personalize it any old way you like -- including making a birthday invitation with THREE monkeys instead of one. LOVE it!!! She does all kinds of stationery type items, and has great stuff even for all you wimps who have only had one kid at a time (amateurs!!).
That is all for now. You may resume normal activities.
That is all for now. You may resume normal activities.
Monday, August 13, 2007
And He Didn't Even Cry! (Much)
With four boys in the house, a lot of my stories end with "...and he didn't even cry!" Because my boys are sensitive and loving, yet tough when it counts. Today, Sam got to prove his mettle when we finally broke down and consulted a dermatologist about his diaper rash. Before you start sending me e-mails, yes we tried Desitin, Boudreaux's Butt Paste, and soaking in baking soda baths. Then we moved on to Custom Paste, Exelderm and one other prescription thing which resulted in three months of "I think it's going away!", followed closely by, "No wait -- I think it's coming back again." So today, when it seemed possible that it might bleed in spots (again), I pulled the plug and loaded him up for a trip to the dermatologist.
When we got there, we had to sit in the waiting room while a lot of well intentioned people asked way too many questions. I usually try to keep the whole triplet thing under wraps when I have them out one at a time, because frankly it just makes me way too interesting. And most of the time I'm so tired that staring at a badly painted wall for 15 minutes is like a little mini vacation. But one of the receptionists that knows Jason outed me right away, so I was fair game. Unfortunately, one of the ladies in the waiting room had three year old twins and was sure she knew exactly what I had been through. I managed not to ask how she enjoyed her four months on bedrest, but only by exerting a lot of self-control.
Once we got in to see the doctor, it all went very quickly. Unfortunately, a biopsy was needed just to be sure he didn't have some sort of flesh eating disease. Sam was a real trooper, and only cried a little when the numbing medicine was injected, and a little more when the stitch was put in. The Dr. was very impressed -- as well he should be. Sam already seems to be responding to the new medicine. So, all in all, mission accomplished. But this was definitely one of those situations where a mom wishes she could take the hit for her kid.
I'm only 2 and a half years into being a mom, and have already had numerous occasions where I wanted to "take one for the team." What's it going to be like the first time their team loses? The first time their heart gets broken? Or the first time they lose someone they love forever? How on earth am I supposed to sit by and watch that? I'm assuming there's an entire chapter devoted to this in the "New Mommy Handbook" that I somehow failed to pick up before leaving the hospital with my new baby. But until I find a second-hand copy somewhere, I guess I'm just going to have to keep winging it -- wincing and wishing I could make it better all the while.
When we got there, we had to sit in the waiting room while a lot of well intentioned people asked way too many questions. I usually try to keep the whole triplet thing under wraps when I have them out one at a time, because frankly it just makes me way too interesting. And most of the time I'm so tired that staring at a badly painted wall for 15 minutes is like a little mini vacation. But one of the receptionists that knows Jason outed me right away, so I was fair game. Unfortunately, one of the ladies in the waiting room had three year old twins and was sure she knew exactly what I had been through. I managed not to ask how she enjoyed her four months on bedrest, but only by exerting a lot of self-control.
Once we got in to see the doctor, it all went very quickly. Unfortunately, a biopsy was needed just to be sure he didn't have some sort of flesh eating disease. Sam was a real trooper, and only cried a little when the numbing medicine was injected, and a little more when the stitch was put in. The Dr. was very impressed -- as well he should be. Sam already seems to be responding to the new medicine. So, all in all, mission accomplished. But this was definitely one of those situations where a mom wishes she could take the hit for her kid.
I'm only 2 and a half years into being a mom, and have already had numerous occasions where I wanted to "take one for the team." What's it going to be like the first time their team loses? The first time their heart gets broken? Or the first time they lose someone they love forever? How on earth am I supposed to sit by and watch that? I'm assuming there's an entire chapter devoted to this in the "New Mommy Handbook" that I somehow failed to pick up before leaving the hospital with my new baby. But until I find a second-hand copy somewhere, I guess I'm just going to have to keep winging it -- wincing and wishing I could make it better all the while.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
This Just In
Attention everyone who has been wondering why there was no new info on this site. In case you do not live in Birmingham, it is HOT!!! Too hot to play, too hot to swim, too hot to think. We have at least another four days of 3-digit weather, so please try and make do without me at least until next week. My brain ceases all but the most vital functions (i.e. breathe, swallow, eat chocolate) once the mercury passes 100 degrees. Also, I am stuck inside entertaining four kids who are used to at least some outdoor time each day. This does not leave a lot of room for creative thought.
In the interim, feel free to entertain ME with your comments, e-mails, et cetera. Just because I'm melting into a pile of sticky goo, doesn't mean you have to be in the doldrums, right? Although I do appreciate the show of solidarity. See you next week!
In the interim, feel free to entertain ME with your comments, e-mails, et cetera. Just because I'm melting into a pile of sticky goo, doesn't mean you have to be in the doldrums, right? Although I do appreciate the show of solidarity. See you next week!
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