Last night Maebree came into our room about 2:30 because of a bad dream. This has become the routine as of late. I go into her room, pray with her, snuggle her a couple minutes, then head back to bed. I vaguely remember that she mentioned it was something about a plane and beavers last night, but I asked her again today in my less-fuzzy state. Our conversation was as follows:
*Remember I type in "Maebrenese". And no, I make no plans to correct her speech. That will happen in school and that will be a sad day for momma.*
Me: What was your dream about again last night Pumpkin?
Mae: Well...Me and Faifey and Emmy and Mikayla were all standing by the barn and we saw dis plane go by and it was shaking yike REAWY crazy.
Me: And...something about beavers in it?
Mae: Yeah. There was dis bucket and it came down and there were beavers yike ALL inside it.
Me: Beavers.
Mae: Yeah. And the bucket was dropping out of the plane and it was shaking yike REAWY a yot. And the plane was yike going back and forf, back and forf (at this point, the hand motions are flying...baby girl loves talking with her hands).
Me: Wow.
Mae: Yeah....and den yike they were flying the plane and it was just shaking...
Me: The beavers were flying the plane?
Mae: Uh...No..PEOPLE were flying the plane...
Me: Cause beavers flying the plane would've been ridiculous.
Mae: YEAH! Anway, they were just dropping the beavers out of the plane.
Me: In a bucket.
Mae: Yeah. In a bucket.
Me: So, it was like "I gotta bucket, gotta bucket full of beavers" (sang to the tune of "Pocket full of sunshine") wasn't it?
Mae: Uh...no...THAT's ridicuwous mom.
Me: Oh...sorry.
Apparently beavers dropping out of a plane is very scary to a 5-year-old.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
The "eye's" have it
We've been struggling with Emmy's eyes for the past few weeks. They've been red and itchy and generally kind of gross looking. I took her into the doctor a few weeks ago and we left with a diagnosis of pink eye. Or so we thought. Picked up the $8 antibiotic from Meijer and went on our way. Only it didn't help and we were back in the clinic Monday. Allergies...we think. Back to Meijer pharmacy, $5 allergy eye drops....didn't work. I called Monday evening and the doctor felt she needed to see a pediatric optometrist. SOoooooooo....(after not hearing and having to call for the appt time, not because of her doctor, her doctor is the most amazing woman ) Tuesday we were back in and he diagnosed it as severe allergies with cysts inside her eyeballs. YIKES! Glad we got it handled, glad we caught it before something really bad happened, and kinda sad that she's gonna struggle with it every year. Back to Meijer pharmacy only this price tag was a bit different: $175. One-hundred-seventy-five-dollars. HOLY FREAKIN WOW! You have got to be kidding me? The pharmacist is soooo nice and tells me she had already called to see if there was something a little more affordable knowing we had been in there several times and there was not. I asked her if the drops were made from the urine of a unicorn and she laughed and told me no.
So we are on day two of operation "Unicorn Pee" drops and she seems to be slowly clearing up. Thank God. Hopefully she will be completely cleared by the end of the week and back to normal! I am three days behind on my work (throw in a well-visit for Mae and 3 dentist appointments), I have just completed "Operation Stinky-Pup Clean-up" and am gonna have to tackle the pigsty that IS my house because I gotta start back allover again come this weekend.
I need a nap.
So we are on day two of operation "Unicorn Pee" drops and she seems to be slowly clearing up. Thank God. Hopefully she will be completely cleared by the end of the week and back to normal! I am three days behind on my work (throw in a well-visit for Mae and 3 dentist appointments), I have just completed "Operation Stinky-Pup Clean-up" and am gonna have to tackle the pigsty that IS my house because I gotta start back allover again come this weekend.
I need a nap.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Spiders
I have this completely irrational fear of spiders. It is my understanding that no matter what size the actual spider is, if I go to kill it (or even if I'm around it's general vicinity) somehow it grows 15 times its size, jumps on me, sucks all my blood out, traumatizes my kids who are of course going to be there to see it all, and then they will be left motherless orphans. That's worse case scenario. Best case scenario is it's supernaturally radioactive, bites me, and I end up like Peter Parker aka "Spiderman" and who needs THAT kind of pressure. Not me.
Well somehow I let my husband talk me into moving out in the middle of nowhere if nowhere was surrounded by trees and a creek and cornfields. And all of those things are prime living places for bugs. I don't "do" bugs. I could handle mice. I don't LOVE mice, but I'm not scared of mice. I could set traps and throw them out when they are dead. I get freaked out even looking at a dead spider. Well, we found some unwanted creatures starting to pop up when the weather got warmer. It's to be expected considering the winter we had. Knowing that it takes a minimum of 35 minutes for me to get up the nerve to even think about finding something to kill a spider with (and if it's on the ceiling, forget it, I'm out the rest of the day) and considering that my husband is gone for 24 hours at a time, and considering the fact that paying my kid $10 for every spider she kills starts adding up, we decided to call Orkin and have them take care of us. The house and the barn...it's a bargain.
Except that I'm starting to find spiders in our car. I literally took my shoe off and smashed one while driving down the highway a couple days ago. It was God, cause I'm sure I would've wrecked had He not had something supernatural take over my body for a few seconds. And it was one of those long, leggy (Not THE daddy long leg, but close) spiders. These new POC's are those fat, ugly, black and white ones. I'd google them but I'm terrified of what I would find out about them and I can't even look at pictures. It's kind of like getting your medical advice off the internet. Today I had to run a bajillion errands and I knew that one turd had crawled in between the back seat cushions. I grabbed the Ortho Home defense and started spraying like an insane person. I'm sure our interior is ruined and there is a good chance the paint will start bubbling off the car, but the thought of driving allover Champaign with a spider waiting to attack me was a little more than I could handle. I seriously considered trading the car in today and thought about how I could get up to Rick Ridings in Monticello and do it without Russ's signature and then realized that was just silly. I mean...whose gonna give us any kind of a trade in with the car looking the way it does. It's a hot mess. I'd at least have to clean the inside and vacuum it out before that. For now, I found a couple old slippers that I'm keeping in the front seat with me so that if one decides to crawl out I can smash it and hopefully not wreck and total our car or seriously injure our kids.
Maybe I'll get a complete car detailing for Mother's Day.
Well somehow I let my husband talk me into moving out in the middle of nowhere if nowhere was surrounded by trees and a creek and cornfields. And all of those things are prime living places for bugs. I don't "do" bugs. I could handle mice. I don't LOVE mice, but I'm not scared of mice. I could set traps and throw them out when they are dead. I get freaked out even looking at a dead spider. Well, we found some unwanted creatures starting to pop up when the weather got warmer. It's to be expected considering the winter we had. Knowing that it takes a minimum of 35 minutes for me to get up the nerve to even think about finding something to kill a spider with (and if it's on the ceiling, forget it, I'm out the rest of the day) and considering that my husband is gone for 24 hours at a time, and considering the fact that paying my kid $10 for every spider she kills starts adding up, we decided to call Orkin and have them take care of us. The house and the barn...it's a bargain.
Except that I'm starting to find spiders in our car. I literally took my shoe off and smashed one while driving down the highway a couple days ago. It was God, cause I'm sure I would've wrecked had He not had something supernatural take over my body for a few seconds. And it was one of those long, leggy (Not THE daddy long leg, but close) spiders. These new POC's are those fat, ugly, black and white ones. I'd google them but I'm terrified of what I would find out about them and I can't even look at pictures. It's kind of like getting your medical advice off the internet. Today I had to run a bajillion errands and I knew that one turd had crawled in between the back seat cushions. I grabbed the Ortho Home defense and started spraying like an insane person. I'm sure our interior is ruined and there is a good chance the paint will start bubbling off the car, but the thought of driving allover Champaign with a spider waiting to attack me was a little more than I could handle. I seriously considered trading the car in today and thought about how I could get up to Rick Ridings in Monticello and do it without Russ's signature and then realized that was just silly. I mean...whose gonna give us any kind of a trade in with the car looking the way it does. It's a hot mess. I'd at least have to clean the inside and vacuum it out before that. For now, I found a couple old slippers that I'm keeping in the front seat with me so that if one decides to crawl out I can smash it and hopefully not wreck and total our car or seriously injure our kids.
Maybe I'll get a complete car detailing for Mother's Day.
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