Profanity, Profanity...Amelia be thy name!!

We've been having a problem lately with Amelia using an inappropriate term (dumb a$$). Paul and I have been trying to teach her that this is not tolerated, and that she needs to use an alternative term, like potty mouth or dummy head, ect. She continues to forget, and Thomas is more than happy to tell us each time she uses this word.
Last night they were in their room at bed time. They were talking and pretty soon they come out and Millie asks that I tell her the story of the word. I was confused so I ask Thomas what she's talking about. He told me that she had said the "P" word. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I asked him again. "You know, the "K" word." We're getting further off track here, so I just ask him to tell him to tell me exactly what word she said. "You know, she said, dumba$$." I again reiterated to Amelia that she can't say this, and she needs to use something else when she gets upset. Thomas was trying to help her find something else to use and says to her, "Just say something like...."Oh, my hell" instead." No Thomas this is not something that either of you should say.
Millie then says, very earnestly, "Oh, I see, I need to say, "Oh, my hell, you dumb a$$"."
Oh dear, we have a long way to go......

The Story of Teeth

So, its all about the teeth in our house lately. Paul had a really bad tooth ache last week, and absolutely hates to go to the dentist. In fact, I don't think that he's been to the dentist the whole time we've been married (8 years this May). He was hurting so badly that he took Advil, Aleve, and Tylenol. He was really hoping that it was sinus pressure that was hurting him, but when he was still in massive pain the next morning, I called Dr. Stevenson's office and got him an appointment for that afternoon. We both thought that he would just go in for a quick visit and get something for the pain and infection to get him through the weekend. After a 2 hour visit, he returns home and reports that he was lucky enough to have had a root canal. Ugh, poor guy. But I'll tell you what, he was 100% better the very next day.
Now my cute little Thomas, 6 years old, has his first loose tooth. He's so excited to have it fall out so that he can have a visit by the Tooth Fairy. I keep telling him to just get me the pliers and I'll take the tooth out for him. The other day he solemnly came to me with a pair of tweezers and told me that I could go ahead and take out his tooth. Funny boy. I had to laugh just a little. Well, he'll just have to keep working on that loose tooth.
And lastly, my baby boy, Jack, 8 months old, is getting his very first tooth. He has been so cranky (at least cranky for Jack), very drooly and I was letting him chew on my finger the other day when I felt the very sharp start of the baby tooth on the left lower gum. So fun (not). Poor guy. As Chari pointed out, as my oldest is losing his first tooth, my youngest is getting his. Circle of life. :)

Let The Crawling Begin!

So its that time in our house once again. Time to baby proof everything. (This was so much easier when I only had one child to worry about, and there wasn't any more of them to leave little "treats" all around for the baby to find). Jack started really moving around about 2 weeks ago. He would roll over and scoot in a circle. He could make it around the front room in no time flat. And now he's on his hands and knees. He hasn't mastered the actual forward motion of the crawl, but he doesn't go to his hands and toes and kind of "jump" forward with all of his might. I can't believe that he's old enough to be as mobile as he is.

Happy Birthday Thomas!

I didn't write about this on his actual birthday, but one week ago Thomas turned 6!! Oh my goodness, I can't believe he's already 6 years old. We had a great day. The day before (which was Sunday) we went to the ranch and had cake and ice cream for his family birthday party. Paul and I had given Thomas the choice to either have friends to a little party at Carl's Jr, or we could just have him and Paul and I, go to Carl's Jr. and let him play, go bowling and then go to Walmart and let him pick out a Wii game for his present. He chose the latter for his party. It was really fun. I think that Paul was the only one that broke 100 when we were bowling, and that was us using bumpers while we were bowling. He then chose The Last Airbender for the Wii game. What a fun and sweet boy. He's getting to old for his own good.

Vomit-gate 2011

So just when I thought we were in the clear, nope the vomiting started again. The next day after having given Millie 2 or 3 doses of Phenergan, she was still vomiting. Paul and I decided we had to take Amelia to the E.R. to be seen in case she was getting dehydrated. Jaymi and Ron once again volunteered to watch Jack and Thomas while we went into Ontario to the hospital. When we arrived the doctor did determine that Amelia was dehydrated and needed an I.V. bolus infusion of fluids along with Zofran for vomiting and some Tylenol and Motrin for her fever. She was very brave (only crying a little) while they placed the I.V. in the crook of her arm. I layed with her in the bed and held her while she cried herself to sleep and the I.V. infused. After her infusion she refused to eat or drink anything, so we had to feed her apple juice from a syringe. She kept this down so they finally let us leave with her. This was the last of her vomiting for a long while. That night I got really sick and vomited, but only once. Then the next day (Monday) it was Jack's turn to throw up. He was sick for most of the day, but finally stopped vomiting by the next day. I thought that we had made it through, but I again, was wrong. Tuesday night Paul started with the symptoms and sure enough was vomiting before too long. We went to bed rather late, and a hour after sleeping Paul woke me up saying that he thought Millie was throwing up again, and that Thomas was wandering around the house aimlessly. I got up and sure enough Millie had been sick again, but instead of being upset that she had thrown up , she was upset that she had thrown up on her Princess dress. What a long couple of weeks. Could it really be over?

Don't look now....

Just when we thought our family was on the mend, the vomiting began. I hadn't been able to go grocery shopping for about 2 weeks due to the fact that our family had been so sick. So Paul and I decided to go and do a large shopping trip while Thomas was at school on Friday. We took Jack and Amelia along with us. They both did great at the store, but Amelia acted like she was really tired the entire time. Having just recovered from the flu, she probably was exhausted. We got home and she layed down on her dad's chair. She started to complain that her tummy hurt. Just as a precaution I got her the barf bucket, but as it always goes in our house with her as soon as she started vomiting a few minutes later she refused to use the bucket and just vomited all down the front of herself and on the chair. This was the start of a series of bouts of vomit over the next 12 hours. She continued to refuse to use the bucket so we went through a lot of blankets, sheets and towels. She also took about 6 baths in a 6 hour period. Everytime she'd vomit she'd then start begging to eat something. Its heartbreaking having to tell your sobbing little girl that she can't eat until she stops vomiting. We were very concerned that she might get dehydrated, and she started complaining that her ears hurt so I took her into the urgent care center to be seen. Paul was busy working on a hat order, so that meant that I was in charge of the kids. I called and asked Jaymi how brave she was feeling, and the answer was pretty darn brave because she agreed to watch both Jack and Thomas while I took Amelia to the doctor. This was the first time I had ever left Jack with someone for more than about 15 minutes. Jack did great as long as Jaymi or Ron played with him. Anyway... Amelia ended up not having an ear infection, but the P.A. was very compassionate and did give us a prescription for phenergan to help her to stop vomiting. We're home now, she's had the phenergan and so far it seems to be working. Here's hoping that we're finally on the mend.

Would you like fries with that?

I already recorded this happening on my Facebook status today, but I know that if I want to keep this long term I need to blog it. This morning I was running around trying to meet all of the needs of my kids. Jack was whiny, Millie wanted hot cereal instead of biscuits that I was already making and Thomas was asking about a million questions about everything. I sat Millie at the table and she requested her sippy with some lemonade. I got her the drink she requested and thought that Thomas had also asked for something to drink. I went about doing all that I needed to do, and included getting a drink for Thomas too. As I handed it to him he gave me a very quizzical look and stated "I didn't order a drink, I ordered something to eat." Excuse me.... do I look like a short order cook to you?!?! Did he actually say "order"? I guess I know what he thinks a mom's job is. Oh well, he'll be very shocked when I give him the check, especially when I've already figured in a 20% tip. Oh how I love my sweet little boy.