Sunday, Libby had a fever. I couldn't find my thermometer but my best guess was that it wasn't too bad. Gave her some motrin and figured it would pass.
Monday, Libby is worse. She had a fever all night and all day. It would fade with motrin doses but it was consistently there. I found two thermometers. One said she was 71 and the other one said between 39 and 40 degrees. Can't find my good thermometer anywhere.
Tuesday, Libby is still feverish. Ugh. Still 39 and 40 degrees, give or take a few decimal points. Dumb thermometer. I am guessing she's around 103. Between giving her baths, cool drinks, frozen teething toys, motrin and tylenol, we're keeping her from boiling, but she's pretty hot. She puked in the afternoon all over me. Ick.
Wednesday, fever is down, but she's puking more than she eats and with more force. With this added symptom of throwing up I decide its time to call the pediatrician. They didn't call back till evening. I bet they are busy busy busy! I was told to take her in for a flu test on Thursday since she has a high fever and is vomiting. I also figured out that my thermometer is stuck in Celcius mode and 40 degrees is just over 104 F. Yikes!
Took her in today for the flu test and she saw the doctor too.
No FLU!!! Libby just has an icky virus or something. Libby did not like getting a Qtip up her nose to test for the flu. The doc asked about her bruises on her face. Asked if she threw up because of a head injury. No, no, that was last week. One bruise is from when she pulled the gate right off the wall and it fell on her, and the other one was the next day when she fell in the driveway trying to walk on the slightly sloped concrete. Both bruises are on her face and they are yellow now so you can tell they are kinda old and almost gone.
Personally, I'm wondering now if it is the chicken pox. She's got little bitty spots all over her torso and head, the doc didn't think much of her little spots. But, I have a feeling that my kids are exceptionally sensitive to the chicken pox virus and Libby just got the shot for it a couple of weeks ago. I don't know, I'm just going on my Mom instincts.
It does make sense that she has an icky bug though. I took the kids to a baby Halloween party on Friday, and on Sunday Libby was running a fever. Timing is just right for an icky bug. Two days after being exposed to a bunch of drooling babies and boom, she is sick. Hmmmm.
Gracie got a band-aid for her "bwoken leg" (a tiny scratch) and the Dr told her she was ok. Yay! She's been using her broken leg as an excuse to get out of everything and get attention. For example, "Gracie, let the dog in' then she'll throw her self to the floor and cry cuz her leg is bwoken. Libby is sick and she is not getting enough attention, so she's had this broken leg for a few days and it's totally on my nerves. Thankfully, the doc fixed her right up!
After the doc's visit we went to Walmart to stock up on ballerina tights (Gracie shreds her tights after one or two uses), disposable straws cuz the sippy cup straws are grossing me out, and Halloween shirts for next year (50 cents each!). Leaving Wally World, two guys were crossing in the crosswalk and a car slowed for them but didn't stop for them, they were cocky enough to keep walking and the car still didn't stop. So one guy kicked the car bumper and this angry man jumped out of the car. A pushing match quickly turned into a fist fight! So, I quickly turned the cart around and went back in so that Gracie would not see or hear that kind of behavior. I told the greeter to call the police and she looked at me like I was speaking English or something foreign like that. Of course, no security or police ever showed. the cocky guys and the angry man were gone so I got the kids to the van and we came home.
I forgot to buy a new thermometer, which is why I went there.
Got home and we washed our hands with lots of soap and water and we're going to resume our hermit ways. Staying home! Yay, no swine flu!!!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Small World
I bet I hear this song a thousand times a day. Well, at least a dozen. As long as it is the favorite song in our house, I figure we might as well change it up a bit and hear the different versions to keep dear old mommy from going totally out of her mind. After some extensive googling, I found some variety for the lyrics. Yay! (Hopefully the lyrics are correct, I have no idea)
Sing it with me:
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears;
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears;
There's so much that we share,
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world, after all.
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a small, small, world.
There is just one moon and one golden sun,
And a smile means friendship to everyone;
'Though the mountains divide,
and the oceans are wide,
It's a small world, after all.
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a small, small, world.
Spanish
En el mundo hay risas y dolor
Esperanzas y hay tambien temor
Mucho hay en verdad, que poder compartir
Entre la humanidad
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es
Una luna hay solo hay un sol
Para todos brillan sin distincion
Y aunque muy grandes son, las montañas y el mar
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es
French:
Au bout du Pole Nord ou sur l'equateur
Il y a un jean qui rit il y a un jean qui pleure
Du soleil due midi au soleil de minuit
On a tous la même vie
Car le monde est tout petit
Devant le ciel on se dit
Que nous sommes des fourmis
Le monde est petit
Au bout du Pole Nord ou sur l'equateur
On a toujours l'air de venir d'ailleurs
Mais quand on fait le tour de nos joies, nos ennuis
On a tous la même vie
Car le monde est tout petit
Devant le ciel on se dit
Que nous sommes des fourmis
Le monde est petit
Nihongo!
Sekaijû dare datte,
Hohoemeba nakayoshi sa,
Heiwa inori te o kumi arukô,
Chiisa na sekai.
Sekai wa hitotsu,
Sekai wa onaji,
Sekai wa marui,
Tada hitotsu.
Kotoba wa minna chigatte mo,
Minna no kokoro wa onaji,
Katakumi atte mirai e arukô,
Chiisa na sekai.
Deutsch!
Es gibt nur einen Mond, eine Sonne scheint,
Und mit Läscheln ist bloss nur Freundschaft gemeint,
Trennen Berge und Meere und Grenzen querfeldein,
Diese Welt ist ja so klein.
Diese Welt ist klein, so klein,
Diese Welt ist fein, so fein,
Diese Welt ist klein, so klein,
Diese Welt ist fein.
Italiano!
Mari e monti non ci dividono,
Luna e sole sempre risplendono,
Se un sorriso farai in risposta tu avrai,
Amicizia e simpatia.
E un mondo piccolo,
Dopo tutto è piccolo,
E un mondo favoloso,
Ma è piccolo.
Monday, November 2, 2009
NaBloPoMo vs NaNoWriMo
My sister is going to participate in this writing challenge called NaNoWriMo. The goal of the challenge is to write a novel in one month, November. I heard a few suggestions that I should do this as well. And my response is: HAHAHAHAHA! I can't even keep up with my blog! There should be a November blogging challenge. What do ya know, there is! It's called NaBloPoMo.
I'm not even going to pretend that I can pronounce either one of those crazy acronyms.
My husband and my oldest daughter participated in a song writing challenge called FAWM. And then they halfheartedly participated in another one called 50/90. While they were deep in their FAWM work, I saw very little of them. Every extra minute of spare time was spent creating, writing and recording. I am proud of their accomplishments, but I missed them both.
These challenges are all kind of the same type of deal. They are motivators to get the creative juices going and get you to spit out something, anything, just to get going on that writing project that you always wished you would do. I think it's a great idea to get a person going on something if they are the type that needs a kick in the pants to get it started and dedicate themselves to it. And, I am exactly that type of person!
I do not have the luxery of telling my family to fend for themselves for a month. Can you imagine that?! The world as we know it would cease to exist and chaos would ensue in a matter of hours. Thirty days of me typing away while my little world is neglected would really not work out very well. I can't even go to the bathroom by myself, when would I have all this time to write every day!
I'm sure that if I participated in one of these writing challenges, I would do either one of two things: 1. I would start off with the best intentions and type for three days straight, never to return to it again in the month of November, or 2. I would complete the writing challenge and have pages of word salad. These challenges lack the motivation to write quality, they are all about quantity. Maybe that's where quality comes from, a big garden of writing compost. But, I'm not so sure that it's for me.
I do enjoy writing, but I don't do it with much of a goal in mind. I just do it for me and for my own amusement. I don't have any lofty goals of getting published or finding fame and fortune in authorship. But, it is November, the month that so many people are vowing to write more. And so I will join that bandwagon on my own terms. I promise to write more blog posts in November. I have been a slacker lately. However, there are only 30 days in November, so I don't promise a whole lot. Sorry, no novels. Don't get too excited! But, I am hoping to blog more this month. Just for fun!
Even though I'm not up to the writing challenge, I wish all of you who are participating lots of creative luck! Enjoy and Happy Writing!
I'm not even going to pretend that I can pronounce either one of those crazy acronyms.
My husband and my oldest daughter participated in a song writing challenge called FAWM. And then they halfheartedly participated in another one called 50/90. While they were deep in their FAWM work, I saw very little of them. Every extra minute of spare time was spent creating, writing and recording. I am proud of their accomplishments, but I missed them both.
These challenges are all kind of the same type of deal. They are motivators to get the creative juices going and get you to spit out something, anything, just to get going on that writing project that you always wished you would do. I think it's a great idea to get a person going on something if they are the type that needs a kick in the pants to get it started and dedicate themselves to it. And, I am exactly that type of person!
I do not have the luxery of telling my family to fend for themselves for a month. Can you imagine that?! The world as we know it would cease to exist and chaos would ensue in a matter of hours. Thirty days of me typing away while my little world is neglected would really not work out very well. I can't even go to the bathroom by myself, when would I have all this time to write every day!
I'm sure that if I participated in one of these writing challenges, I would do either one of two things: 1. I would start off with the best intentions and type for three days straight, never to return to it again in the month of November, or 2. I would complete the writing challenge and have pages of word salad. These challenges lack the motivation to write quality, they are all about quantity. Maybe that's where quality comes from, a big garden of writing compost. But, I'm not so sure that it's for me.
I do enjoy writing, but I don't do it with much of a goal in mind. I just do it for me and for my own amusement. I don't have any lofty goals of getting published or finding fame and fortune in authorship. But, it is November, the month that so many people are vowing to write more. And so I will join that bandwagon on my own terms. I promise to write more blog posts in November. I have been a slacker lately. However, there are only 30 days in November, so I don't promise a whole lot. Sorry, no novels. Don't get too excited! But, I am hoping to blog more this month. Just for fun!
Even though I'm not up to the writing challenge, I wish all of you who are participating lots of creative luck! Enjoy and Happy Writing!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
TGI Fridays Has Nice Clean Floors!
I checked!
As I lay there all sprawled out all over the floor at TGI Fridays earlier today, I thought to myself... "How nice! The floor is very clean"
You see, I had this coupon for a free meal at TGIF and so I took my daughters there for lunch. Turns out, the coupon expired yesterday so we could have gone to any restaurant but here we were. Our first trip to TGIF in 5 or 6 yrs. Anyway... we were seated at a table, not one of those sturdy booths, but a table with separate chairs. Apparently this isn't an issue for most people and I had no idea I was "chair challenged". I am.
We already ordered and were just waiting. Lexie was taking pictures of Libby who was "reading " the beer menu book. Gracie was coloring her placemat. I thought Libby needed something better to entertain herself than pictures of beer, so I lean over to reach into my diaper bag and I reached too deep in there. Reached beyond the limits. My chair slid right out from under me and flew sideways then hit the floor with a loud clatter! My body went flying out into the aisle, feet in the air, and I did a spread eagle belly flop onto the tile floor. Thud!
I drew a crowd. There were a bazillion legs all around me real fast. Everyone was saying "ARE YOU OK????" And I was thinking, "Oh thank God there wasn't a bunch of ketchup and crumbs all over the floor"
And that's how I know that the floors are clean at the Temecula TGI Fridays. Yes, indeed.
***Answers to your questions: No, Lexie did not get a photo. She regrets that her compassion overpowered her and she didn't think of taking a picture even though she had her camera in her hand. I, on the other hand, am relieved. No, they didn't comp my meal! I didn't even get a free desert!
As I lay there all sprawled out all over the floor at TGI Fridays earlier today, I thought to myself... "How nice! The floor is very clean"
You see, I had this coupon for a free meal at TGIF and so I took my daughters there for lunch. Turns out, the coupon expired yesterday so we could have gone to any restaurant but here we were. Our first trip to TGIF in 5 or 6 yrs. Anyway... we were seated at a table, not one of those sturdy booths, but a table with separate chairs. Apparently this isn't an issue for most people and I had no idea I was "chair challenged". I am.
We already ordered and were just waiting. Lexie was taking pictures of Libby who was "reading " the beer menu book. Gracie was coloring her placemat. I thought Libby needed something better to entertain herself than pictures of beer, so I lean over to reach into my diaper bag and I reached too deep in there. Reached beyond the limits. My chair slid right out from under me and flew sideways then hit the floor with a loud clatter! My body went flying out into the aisle, feet in the air, and I did a spread eagle belly flop onto the tile floor. Thud!
I drew a crowd. There were a bazillion legs all around me real fast. Everyone was saying "ARE YOU OK????" And I was thinking, "Oh thank God there wasn't a bunch of ketchup and crumbs all over the floor"
And that's how I know that the floors are clean at the Temecula TGI Fridays. Yes, indeed.
***Answers to your questions: No, Lexie did not get a photo. She regrets that her compassion overpowered her and she didn't think of taking a picture even though she had her camera in her hand. I, on the other hand, am relieved. No, they didn't comp my meal! I didn't even get a free desert!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
She's Walking!
Baby Princess took three little independent steps last night! And then, she repeated the performance. We all clapped and cheered and shouted "Hooray!"
All day long she was determined to push her little cart around the house. And she was doing great! She was turning corners, getting around objects, backing up, hanging on with one hand, and just going like mad all day long pushing the cart. All that practice sure got her ready!
She saved the first steps for Daddy. He put her down on the floor and held out a rattle and she walked to it and into his arms. It was fantastic because we were all watching her so nobody missed the moment.
Oh, I stand corrected, it wasn't a rattle, it was a shaker which is a musical instrument. Yeah, yeah, it looks and sounds like a baby rattle and the baby loves it.
All day long she was determined to push her little cart around the house. And she was doing great! She was turning corners, getting around objects, backing up, hanging on with one hand, and just going like mad all day long pushing the cart. All that practice sure got her ready!
She saved the first steps for Daddy. He put her down on the floor and held out a rattle and she walked to it and into his arms. It was fantastic because we were all watching her so nobody missed the moment.
Oh, I stand corrected, it wasn't a rattle, it was a shaker which is a musical instrument. Yeah, yeah, it looks and sounds like a baby rattle and the baby loves it.
Monday, October 12, 2009
1 Bully Request
Facebook is connecting my past with the present, family, friends, neighbors, study buddies, and people I barely know at all. You facebookers out there know what I'm talking about when I say it's a bizarre web of extreme coolness and awkwardness at the same time.
The other day I clicked on my little notice that said "1 Friend Request". Really? Who else do I know that isn't already on my facebook? To my surprise it was a gal from my hometown. I don't have my maiden name on my profile, but that little tidbit of missing info hasn't filtered out the old hometown people.
Honestly, I've been enjoying reconnecting with people from my childhood and teen years. I had no great ambition to reconnect with anyone there. After I graduated from high school, I disconnected all of my high school friendships and made little to no effort to keep the few friendship threads alive. I do have a big whopping total of three people that I always wondered how they were, hoped they were well and happy and successful. I did see people from high school when I went home to visit, but I rarely go back. And when I do, it's small talk, nothing substantial.
Facebook is kicking life back into my old childhood friendships and I have discovered that there are some great people out there and I was really missing out on some nice friendships! However... not all of them are so wonderful.
I got a friend request from an old school bully. I wouldn't say she tormented me, but I would say her bullying was on the edge of what could be considered "torment". She made sure every moment in her presence was a miserable one. I was never friends with her and I haven't heard from her or about her since 1983. Can't say I missed her either. From age 6 to 18 I couldn't stand being anywhere near her and now she wants to be my facebook friend?
I sat in my home, comfy and enjoying some computer time while my precious little ones were playing on the floor nearby and I found myself staring at this little photo of a nice looking 45 yr old woman blowing a kiss, and I just felt like an over-teased little kid for a moment. Gah!
I simply don't care if this one person has changed or not. Maybe she is wonderful. I don't care. Maybe she won the Nobel Peace Prize. Don't care. Maybe she gives to charity, pays taxes, volunteers. Yeah, don't care. Maybe she's rich and famous. Good for her. Don't care.
On the other hand... maybe she's in prison. Maybe she is dying. Maybe she has financial woes. Maybe she needs help. Well, I don't care. And I'm not curious enough to find out. Cold and bitter? Gosh, I guess I might be.
Did you know I could hold a grudge for decades? I really should get over it! But not today! There was no hesitation on my part when I clicked "DENY the Bully!"
The other day I clicked on my little notice that said "1 Friend Request". Really? Who else do I know that isn't already on my facebook? To my surprise it was a gal from my hometown. I don't have my maiden name on my profile, but that little tidbit of missing info hasn't filtered out the old hometown people.
Honestly, I've been enjoying reconnecting with people from my childhood and teen years. I had no great ambition to reconnect with anyone there. After I graduated from high school, I disconnected all of my high school friendships and made little to no effort to keep the few friendship threads alive. I do have a big whopping total of three people that I always wondered how they were, hoped they were well and happy and successful. I did see people from high school when I went home to visit, but I rarely go back. And when I do, it's small talk, nothing substantial.
Facebook is kicking life back into my old childhood friendships and I have discovered that there are some great people out there and I was really missing out on some nice friendships! However... not all of them are so wonderful.
I got a friend request from an old school bully. I wouldn't say she tormented me, but I would say her bullying was on the edge of what could be considered "torment". She made sure every moment in her presence was a miserable one. I was never friends with her and I haven't heard from her or about her since 1983. Can't say I missed her either. From age 6 to 18 I couldn't stand being anywhere near her and now she wants to be my facebook friend?
I sat in my home, comfy and enjoying some computer time while my precious little ones were playing on the floor nearby and I found myself staring at this little photo of a nice looking 45 yr old woman blowing a kiss, and I just felt like an over-teased little kid for a moment. Gah!
I simply don't care if this one person has changed or not. Maybe she is wonderful. I don't care. Maybe she won the Nobel Peace Prize. Don't care. Maybe she gives to charity, pays taxes, volunteers. Yeah, don't care. Maybe she's rich and famous. Good for her. Don't care.
On the other hand... maybe she's in prison. Maybe she is dying. Maybe she has financial woes. Maybe she needs help. Well, I don't care. And I'm not curious enough to find out. Cold and bitter? Gosh, I guess I might be.
Did you know I could hold a grudge for decades? I really should get over it! But not today! There was no hesitation on my part when I clicked "DENY the Bully!"
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