I noticed something fishy several days ago. Stephen's clothes were missing: a pajama bottom, most of his underwear, a different pajama top, socks, dirty underwear, several shorts. Hmmmm. I looked all over the place. I grilled him for an explanation. I even looked in MY dresser drawers thinking that maybe I had put clothes away too late at night. Nothing.
Several days later, Timothy's clothes started disappearing, one piece at a time. I started to wonder if maybe Oscar was trying to be a little sneaky by snitching clothes for Edson. (Just kidding!) At this point, I even resorted to digging through the trash to see if these pieces mistakenly (ahem) got placed in there. Still nothing!
Until this morning.
I was putting away the laundry this morning and went to open the boys' bathroom cupboard to put away the towels Oscar had been using while he was here last week. Out tumbled Stephen's jeans, his missing pajama top and bottom, ALL the underwear - clean AND well-used - socks, sweaters that had been in storage containers, the shorts, t-shirts and even some of Christopher's diapers. AHA! The clue I had been looking for! Christopher's diapers!
My dear little Christopher had been snagging clothes from his brother's drawers as well as the dirty clothes basket and had been shoving them into the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom! If Oscar had not been here last week and if he had not left his towels for me to wash this morning, it may have taken me weeks to find those missing clothes! Who would have thought that our clothes snatcher could be a little one-and-a-half-year-old "helper" who was doing what he thought he saw Mommy do: putting clothes away.
Case closed! All the missing clothes have been found. Now if I could just get him to tell me where he has hidden all my measuring cups from the kitchen!!!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Kids and Noses
I guess it's true: what goes around, comes around. Think KIX cereal, Mom. Timothy came up to me all excited, "Mommy! Look! (Insert giggle fit here.) Mommy, look what I did! (More giggle fits.)" I looked over at him to see him proudly displaying two little green peas shoved up his nostrils and a huge grin on his face.
I immediately had flashbacks of a little girl sitting in the kitchen of the Akron Road house watching her mother run for the telephone to call Olga Z for advice. This little girl had impulsively shoved a KIX cereal piece up her nose ... and it got stuck! Aunt Janet had the brilliant idea of tipping the head back and dripping water into the nose to get the KIX softened and then having me ... uh ... the little girl blow it out. In retrospect, I think it would have been less traumatic if we would have just crushed the thing inside and then blown it out, but whatever. That's done and that little girl hasn't shoved KIX up her nose since.
But back to Timothy, I got a little panicky and started to plan how I was going to get those little green balls out of his nose. Thankfully, I just tried pressing the top of his nose and the pea popped out the bottom of one and Timothy managed to wiggle the other one out and we were fine. I admit that I was envisioning a trip to the emergency room where I would have to explain that my child shoved peas up his nose, but there was no need for that.
What goes around comes around. I wonder if Mom ever shoved anything up her nose as a kid and what my grandchild might do someday. No worries! We'll be prepared because of our experiences!
I immediately had flashbacks of a little girl sitting in the kitchen of the Akron Road house watching her mother run for the telephone to call Olga Z for advice. This little girl had impulsively shoved a KIX cereal piece up her nose ... and it got stuck! Aunt Janet had the brilliant idea of tipping the head back and dripping water into the nose to get the KIX softened and then having me ... uh ... the little girl blow it out. In retrospect, I think it would have been less traumatic if we would have just crushed the thing inside and then blown it out, but whatever. That's done and that little girl hasn't shoved KIX up her nose since.
But back to Timothy, I got a little panicky and started to plan how I was going to get those little green balls out of his nose. Thankfully, I just tried pressing the top of his nose and the pea popped out the bottom of one and Timothy managed to wiggle the other one out and we were fine. I admit that I was envisioning a trip to the emergency room where I would have to explain that my child shoved peas up his nose, but there was no need for that.
What goes around comes around. I wonder if Mom ever shoved anything up her nose as a kid and what my grandchild might do someday. No worries! We'll be prepared because of our experiences!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Once again, I'm computer challenged and am not able to post a picture of my mom to honor her on her birthday. Instead of posting a photograph, I'm going to attempt to paint you a picture of my mom.
Mom is full of yellows and oranges and is bright and reflective. She is a happy person whose colors radiate outward. When Mom is in the room, you never feel dark and depressed, but light and brilliant. If you are feeling dark, Mom's cheerfulness takes over and the darkness dissipates. Her joy is found in the Lord and she cannot hide it!
Mom is also full of reds and pinks as she is full of warmth and love. I cannot remember my mom ever showing hate or resentment toward anyone because she is full of love. Her compassion and concern for others will always be remembered because Mom just can't NOT care about others.
Blues and greens also grace my mom. She is a calm woman. She doesn't fly off the handle or act irrationally. Mom is gentle and calming. She has a way of making each situation seem a little more tolerable, a little more managable. Mom is a soft and gentle blue.
There is a bit of purple in my mom as well. She loves to do things a little out of the norm. She likes to try new things and explore new places. She loves to break out of the mold and be a bit daring. She is willing to show her purple colors and go against the grain and be a bit different. She is a perfect purple!
Although Mom's colors are mostly the basic colors from the color wheel, she does allow some neon colors to slip in, too! Mom has a great sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her yellows, oranges, reds, blues, greens and purples can be changed enough to be a bit bold when she shows her humor and love of life. She is a giver and shares her colors freely.
Mom also shows her black and white colors. Mom knows what she believes and stands firm. There is no grey (except in her hair). She believes in the Word of God and will not allow her own ideas to fade the blackness of her beliefs. Above all, Mom is white. She has been cleansed by the blood of the Lamb and her robes have been washed as white as snow. Her whiteness allows all her other brilliant colors to penetrate a sin-darkened world and bring hope to those who need to be touched by color in their lives.
Mom, you are a very colorful person and I am so thankful that you have shared your colors with me. Your rainbow has affected my life and has taught me to use my colors for God's honor and glory as well. May God bless you on your birthday today and may He keep your colors brilliant and reflective for many years to come! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Mom is full of yellows and oranges and is bright and reflective. She is a happy person whose colors radiate outward. When Mom is in the room, you never feel dark and depressed, but light and brilliant. If you are feeling dark, Mom's cheerfulness takes over and the darkness dissipates. Her joy is found in the Lord and she cannot hide it!
Mom is also full of reds and pinks as she is full of warmth and love. I cannot remember my mom ever showing hate or resentment toward anyone because she is full of love. Her compassion and concern for others will always be remembered because Mom just can't NOT care about others.
Blues and greens also grace my mom. She is a calm woman. She doesn't fly off the handle or act irrationally. Mom is gentle and calming. She has a way of making each situation seem a little more tolerable, a little more managable. Mom is a soft and gentle blue.
There is a bit of purple in my mom as well. She loves to do things a little out of the norm. She likes to try new things and explore new places. She loves to break out of the mold and be a bit daring. She is willing to show her purple colors and go against the grain and be a bit different. She is a perfect purple!
Although Mom's colors are mostly the basic colors from the color wheel, she does allow some neon colors to slip in, too! Mom has a great sense of humor and loves to laugh. Her yellows, oranges, reds, blues, greens and purples can be changed enough to be a bit bold when she shows her humor and love of life. She is a giver and shares her colors freely.
Mom also shows her black and white colors. Mom knows what she believes and stands firm. There is no grey (except in her hair). She believes in the Word of God and will not allow her own ideas to fade the blackness of her beliefs. Above all, Mom is white. She has been cleansed by the blood of the Lamb and her robes have been washed as white as snow. Her whiteness allows all her other brilliant colors to penetrate a sin-darkened world and bring hope to those who need to be touched by color in their lives.
Mom, you are a very colorful person and I am so thankful that you have shared your colors with me. Your rainbow has affected my life and has taught me to use my colors for God's honor and glory as well. May God bless you on your birthday today and may He keep your colors brilliant and reflective for many years to come! Happy Birthday, Mom!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Encouragement or Bribe?
We were told that after a tonsillectomy, the patient would have at least two weeks of discomfort, plus or minus a few days depending on the patient. If this is true, I'm going to beg for your prayers again. Last night was rough, rough, rough! How do you convince an overtired three-year-old who is in obvious pain that he needs to take his medication?! You can be polite and gentle. You can be firm and unrelenting. You can be down right nasty (I'm confessing!). But the only thing we've found to consistently work is a simple bribe. "Take your medicine and you can have two teddy bears." The boys earn little paper teddy bears that equal 5 minutes of computer or video time. I'm not sure why it works (especially since I've been very lax in enforcing Timothy's computer time the past few days), but it does! Tonight I thought we were going to have to take him to the ER because he was screaming so badly, telling us he couldn't breathe, etc, etc. I said, "Timothy, take this medicine and I'll let you go get two teddy bears right now." You'd have thought I was talking to a totally different child in a split second! He downed that Tylenol and literally bounded over to the teddy bear chart and gave himself two new teddy bears, counting his stash and telling me which computer game he was saving his bears for!
Our question is: Is this encouragement or a bribe? Is it helping him make wise decisions, or are we bribing him to get him to do something we want him to do? We can justify both thoughts, but right now I'm going to just accept the blessing of those little teddy bears and I'm going to keep letting him earn them for taking his medicine! It's worth it, in my opinion. If the statistics are correct, we only have a little over a week and a half left to go before he can go without feeling pain. That seems soooo long right now, but "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me!" Now ... good night. I'm crashing early because I'm afraid I'll be up for several hours again tonight like the last two.
Our question is: Is this encouragement or a bribe? Is it helping him make wise decisions, or are we bribing him to get him to do something we want him to do? We can justify both thoughts, but right now I'm going to just accept the blessing of those little teddy bears and I'm going to keep letting him earn them for taking his medicine! It's worth it, in my opinion. If the statistics are correct, we only have a little over a week and a half left to go before he can go without feeling pain. That seems soooo long right now, but "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me!" Now ... good night. I'm crashing early because I'm afraid I'll be up for several hours again tonight like the last two.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
I'm Thankful
Today as I was waiting for Timothy to come out of his surgery, a couple came in pushing a stroller. I thought they had a baby in there, until I heard the little boy start coughing. It was obvious that he had a tracheotomy when he started wheezing so badly. His dad gently lifted him out of his stroller and just held him, soothing him with his voice. It wasn't long before I realized that this little boy, just a bit younger than Stephen, had major health issues. He lay limp in his father's arms after gasping for air and struggling to clear his throat. The parents looked worn out and tired. Poor mom was showing her stress by lashing out in anger at the slow response of the medical team that was supposed to be helping them get some chest x-rays done. She was venting about how little help she was getting in being informed of what goes on with children with disabilities.
My heart went out to this family because I could see that they had been through so much with their little guy, and that's when I really started praying in that waiting room. My son was going through surgery, but it was routine, and he was healthy. Their son seemed to be fighting for his life. While sometimes I feel like a lone ranger in caring for my children, I DO have a support group that will help me (thanks to those of you who watched Stephen and Christopher for us today and for the meal for my family tonight!). I may feel as if things are overwhelming for me in my life, but these parents are struggling to survive in just about every aspect of their lives. I prayed for them. I prayed for my friend, Annette and her family that is affected by autism, I prayed for my friend who has such terrible, crippling arthritis, yet still cares for her two little children without complaints.
I am sooo thankful that God has blessed our children with good health and minds. Grandma always said that there was someone worse off than her, so why shouldn't she be thankful. I'm beginning to understand this more and more. I'm so thankful that even though my struggles may seem monumental in the moment, really, they are nothing more than what I can bear. God makes sure of that!
My heart went out to this family because I could see that they had been through so much with their little guy, and that's when I really started praying in that waiting room. My son was going through surgery, but it was routine, and he was healthy. Their son seemed to be fighting for his life. While sometimes I feel like a lone ranger in caring for my children, I DO have a support group that will help me (thanks to those of you who watched Stephen and Christopher for us today and for the meal for my family tonight!). I may feel as if things are overwhelming for me in my life, but these parents are struggling to survive in just about every aspect of their lives. I prayed for them. I prayed for my friend, Annette and her family that is affected by autism, I prayed for my friend who has such terrible, crippling arthritis, yet still cares for her two little children without complaints.
I am sooo thankful that God has blessed our children with good health and minds. Grandma always said that there was someone worse off than her, so why shouldn't she be thankful. I'm beginning to understand this more and more. I'm so thankful that even though my struggles may seem monumental in the moment, really, they are nothing more than what I can bear. God makes sure of that!
It's Over!
Well, the pictures are still in my camera, but I'm going to post anyway to let you know that Timothy's' tonsillectomy is over and we're home! We have been gone since 8:30 this morning and got home around 7:30 this evening. What a long, long day!
Timothy was all excited to go to the hospital this morning and cooperated so well prior to the surgery, actually, for the entire hospital stay! We had a little blip in the plans this morning when I was going over the pre-op paperwork with the nurse. I noticed that his papers stated that his tonsils and adnoids were to be removed. We hadn't discussed adnoids before. We got that straightened out as I reviewed the doctor's report from our last two visits. Fine...but then there was the additional statement that he was also supposed to have tubes put in!! I KNEW that this had to be an error because his hearing tests all came back clean! Phone calls started going, discussions began, questions were raised. Finally word came back from Dr. P himself saying that this was indeed an error and there are NO tubes going in! Whew! I'm not sure who wrote up all the requests, but I'm wondering if it wasn't the pre-op nurse. I say that because as I was sitting beside her while she plugged in all the info into her computer, I had to correct her several times because she entered quite a few incorrect items into the system. Kind of scary ...
Around 11:15, Nurse Christine came and took Timothy by the hand and gave me a confident pat on the back saying that they'd see me shortly. The two of them walked down the hall together. I don't have a clue what they talked about, but Timothy was quite animated as he answered all her questions. They walked away to have fun ... I stood there fighting those maternal tears.
Forty minutes later, they called me from the waiting room to come be with my little guy in recovery. All had gone well and he was just starting to wake up. By the time we got up to the children's unit, Timothy was quite awake and starting to jabber. I could tell that it was uncomfortable, especially because he told me there was stuff in his nose and mouth that needed to come out, but he was doing great.
Six hours, two popcicles, two ice creams, two attempted yogurts and a glass of apple juice and water later, we were on our way home. Nurse Kathy was such a sweetheart. This amazing woman has a photographic memory because when I came in, she asked me where my glasses were. She said that the last few times I had been in (we're talking 1.5 years ago for Timothy's other surgery, two years ago with Christopher and 3.5 years ago with Timothy again) I had been wearing glasses. She said my contacts threw her off and she almost didn't recognize me. She asked how Fred's computer business was doing (yes, she remembered his name AND his business) and wondered how all the other boys were. She reminded me which rooms I was in with which boys and then told me that I hadn't gotten a handmade quilt from the Waterloo Quilting Society when the boys were born, so she went and got three quilts for them. The woman is amazing, and is an excellent, excellent nurse! She's quiet, but amazing!
Timothy gave us some trouble tonight when I tried to give him his Tylenol. I knew he would do this, and I have a feeling it's going to be a struggle to get it into him the next few days. I'm not sure how we're going to do this, but the guy will need something to take him through! Please pray for his cooperation in this area.
Thank you all for praying for him and for me. We are done with the hospital end of things and now we just need prayers for his cooperation and healing. Those of you that have been through this before, I'll take any suggestions you have for getting the pain medication down a three year old's throat without creating a huge uproar. Thanks!
Timothy was all excited to go to the hospital this morning and cooperated so well prior to the surgery, actually, for the entire hospital stay! We had a little blip in the plans this morning when I was going over the pre-op paperwork with the nurse. I noticed that his papers stated that his tonsils and adnoids were to be removed. We hadn't discussed adnoids before. We got that straightened out as I reviewed the doctor's report from our last two visits. Fine...but then there was the additional statement that he was also supposed to have tubes put in!! I KNEW that this had to be an error because his hearing tests all came back clean! Phone calls started going, discussions began, questions were raised. Finally word came back from Dr. P himself saying that this was indeed an error and there are NO tubes going in! Whew! I'm not sure who wrote up all the requests, but I'm wondering if it wasn't the pre-op nurse. I say that because as I was sitting beside her while she plugged in all the info into her computer, I had to correct her several times because she entered quite a few incorrect items into the system. Kind of scary ...
Around 11:15, Nurse Christine came and took Timothy by the hand and gave me a confident pat on the back saying that they'd see me shortly. The two of them walked down the hall together. I don't have a clue what they talked about, but Timothy was quite animated as he answered all her questions. They walked away to have fun ... I stood there fighting those maternal tears.
Forty minutes later, they called me from the waiting room to come be with my little guy in recovery. All had gone well and he was just starting to wake up. By the time we got up to the children's unit, Timothy was quite awake and starting to jabber. I could tell that it was uncomfortable, especially because he told me there was stuff in his nose and mouth that needed to come out, but he was doing great.
Six hours, two popcicles, two ice creams, two attempted yogurts and a glass of apple juice and water later, we were on our way home. Nurse Kathy was such a sweetheart. This amazing woman has a photographic memory because when I came in, she asked me where my glasses were. She said that the last few times I had been in (we're talking 1.5 years ago for Timothy's other surgery, two years ago with Christopher and 3.5 years ago with Timothy again) I had been wearing glasses. She said my contacts threw her off and she almost didn't recognize me. She asked how Fred's computer business was doing (yes, she remembered his name AND his business) and wondered how all the other boys were. She reminded me which rooms I was in with which boys and then told me that I hadn't gotten a handmade quilt from the Waterloo Quilting Society when the boys were born, so she went and got three quilts for them. The woman is amazing, and is an excellent, excellent nurse! She's quiet, but amazing!
Timothy gave us some trouble tonight when I tried to give him his Tylenol. I knew he would do this, and I have a feeling it's going to be a struggle to get it into him the next few days. I'm not sure how we're going to do this, but the guy will need something to take him through! Please pray for his cooperation in this area.
Thank you all for praying for him and for me. We are done with the hospital end of things and now we just need prayers for his cooperation and healing. Those of you that have been through this before, I'll take any suggestions you have for getting the pain medication down a three year old's throat without creating a huge uproar. Thanks!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My Excuse
I know I haven't been posting much lately. Things have been very busy around here. My real excuse, though, is that I have pictures that I want to post, but I don't have a clue how to download them so that I can post them. That's the problem with having a different computer all the time, usually a reject from one of Fred's customers which means it has "issues". Our computer situation at home is like my sister-in-law's situation with vehicles. Fred's brother buys used cars from the auction every week so she has a new car every week. She can never remember which car is hers in the parking lot, so she just presses the panic button and heads toward the car with the alarm going off. My problem is that I don't know which of these computers can download pictures, which one will allow me to work more than 15 minutes at a time, which computer has the boys' Chicka Chicka Boom Boom game loaded on it, etc, etc. I'm just too ignorant.
Anyway ... that's my excuse for not posting. I have no pictures to post, so I can't write either. I'll get back into it soon, I hope.
Please pray for us tomorrow. Timothy is going to have his tonsils taken out tomorrow. I know it's worse on me than on him because I know what's going to happen. He doesn't have a clue, really, and is excited to go! We had a hospital orientation on Saturday and they took us everywhere we would be going on Wednesday. They even let him play with some of the equipment and try on the masks and gloves, etc. He thinks it's going to be loads of fun. My stomach is already churning just knowing what he's going to be enduring. Pray for us. Thanks!
Things will be quiet on my blog for the next few days, I'm sure, but stick with me. I'll be back. Oscar is coming to visit from Paraguay this week as well, so I'm hoping I can spend time with him, too, after fighting off all his other friends. I'll talk with you all again in a few days, but in the meantime, please pray for Timothy tomorrow (and Mommy, too!).
Anyway ... that's my excuse for not posting. I have no pictures to post, so I can't write either. I'll get back into it soon, I hope.
Please pray for us tomorrow. Timothy is going to have his tonsils taken out tomorrow. I know it's worse on me than on him because I know what's going to happen. He doesn't have a clue, really, and is excited to go! We had a hospital orientation on Saturday and they took us everywhere we would be going on Wednesday. They even let him play with some of the equipment and try on the masks and gloves, etc. He thinks it's going to be loads of fun. My stomach is already churning just knowing what he's going to be enduring. Pray for us. Thanks!
Things will be quiet on my blog for the next few days, I'm sure, but stick with me. I'll be back. Oscar is coming to visit from Paraguay this week as well, so I'm hoping I can spend time with him, too, after fighting off all his other friends. I'll talk with you all again in a few days, but in the meantime, please pray for Timothy tomorrow (and Mommy, too!).
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