Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Well Done, Son. Well done.

I don't have road rage.

No, really. I don't.

I do, however, think that stupid people should not be allowed to drive. Oh, I'm kidding. Everyone should be allowed to drive. As long as they follow my rules.

I have a habit of mumbling rude things under my breath at other drivers as I deem necessary. I try to keep it as much on the down low as possible because I'm rarely alone in the car and I don't want the Little People repeating something they've heard from me while I'm instructing folks on the proper use of the left lane. Or perhaps the turn signal. I'm just saying, people. It's there for a reason.

Recently, someone pulled out in front of me on a busy road, causing me to stop suddenly.


Oops. All three kids were with me. Thank goodness no one seemed to notice my name calling and they all remained silent.

For about twenty two seconds, at least.

Then, Brother piped up. "Uh, Mom?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"Have you ever wondered if the people in the other cars sometimes call you an idiot?"

Ah, my boy. You hold my heart in your hands. Your innocence is beautiful. You are grounded until you're twenty.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Again and Again

Really, just one again.

We just found out that Big Daddy has to deploy for six months. Again. This time to a location significantly less desirable than last time.

Wanna know what's the same as last time? He's missing a lot of very important holidays. As a matter of fact, all of them.

He's going to miss Baby C's first birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's Eve, Brother's birthday, Valentine's Day, President's Day, our anniversary and I'm sure there are a few more that I'll think of between now and then.

It's pretty short notice so we have very little time to prepare and a lot to do.

In short, this sucks.

However, I've come to terms with it. For the moment. Five minutes ago? Not so much. Five minutes from now? No guarantees.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Please and Thank You

The baby woke up last night before I even got the chance to get to bed. As I was rocking her in the semi-darkness of her room, my heart begged God to let her stay tiny and to always let me rock her.

I continued to rock and hold on tight knowing that my heart's request cannot be granted.

I felt an urging to pray for my babies. All three of them. As I started to pray, my heart paused.

"Lord, please..." was all that I could muster before a lump formed in my throat.

No matter, He knows my heart. He knows that I desire so much for these treasures that He's given to me. I don't have to beg him for their safety or wellbeing. He knows even better than me what they need.

I continue to rock, holding on to my precious baby as she pats my arm.

I'm so thankful for my family. Including my sweet husband, these four people are more of a blessing to me than I could have ever known possible.

"Lord, thank you so, so much..." Again, my words are caught in my throat and I can't continue.

Sometimes, I feel as though my offerings to Him are inadequate. My words always fall short. Tonight I'm reminded that my words are not most important.

The attitude of my heart tonight is simply, "Lord, please. And, thank You."

*After I finished typing this post, I saw Angie's update pop up on my reader. If she updates, I'm reading, y'all. She always speaks right to me. She didn't let me down. Please, read her post from tonight if you haven't already...our hearts are on the same page but her words are much more eloquent than mine.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Thank You Lord for Health Insurance

This summer will forever be known to us as The Summer Of Appointments.

We started off our summer by taking the older two in to have some warts removed. Sister has a couple of large ones on her hands and Brother has a cluster of smaller ones on his knee. The pediatrician sent Sister to a dermatologist to have hers taken care of but because Brother's were smaller, she felt like they could freeze them in her office. I'll sum this up for you quickly. They both still have the same amount of warts that they had in the beginning of the summer. They've each had them frozen multiple times and we have been putting a strong ointment (given by the dermatologist) on them in between appointments. Most recently, he suggested we put duct tape on them on alternating days. Still, we have warts. Any advice?

Next, Baby C got a slight fever in the beginning of the summer. We figured it was a virus since it wasn't very high, we were going to let it run it's course. Four days later, it was still there with no other symptoms so we took her in. Turns out, she had a UTI. Because she was only six months at the time and no baby that young has any business with a UTI, it signaled a red flag for the pediatrician. We told him that Sister is prone to UTI's and he was really concerned. Again, I'll give you the really short version. Several catheters (for Baby C, Sister only had to have one) and visits to both the pedi and urologist later, we know that both of our girls have a genetic condition called Vesicoureteral Reflux. We are praying that the condition heals on it's own over time. Sister's already appears to be getting better though she has had a UTI at each check up, despite being on daily antibiotics. Baby C goes back in another month to be checked and to say that I'm dreading it would be an understatement since the only way to get a urine sample from a baby her age is to do yet ANOTHER catheter.

NEXT, (Oh yes, there's more!) Baby C had a small allergic reaction to something that she ate. This was followed by another slightly more severe but still not terrible reaction to something else. The following week, I was feeding her and two bites in, she started breaking out in hives. Within a few minutes, she was covered in hives and her eyes started to swell shut. She was rubbing and scratching at her face and eyes and we were scared out of our minds. We gave her a dose of allergy meds and just watched her. It took over an hour for the hives to even start going away. The next day we were back at the pediatrician (by now, I think they expect to see us at least once a week) and a day after that in the allergist's office. He thought it was probably an allergy to milk products since two of the three times, she was eating something that was yogurt based. I was hoping that it was the berries that were also present those two times because berries are easier to stay away from than milk products. He sent us in for blood tests to determine the allergen.

I'm going to pause right here and tell you that if you think watching your six month old baby get a catheter is heart breaking, let me assure you that watching her two months later have to get blood drawn from her tiny little veins while being held down by two people and sitting on your lap begging you with her big blue eyes to help her is so much worse.

Back to the allergist. Today he told us that the tests came back that she was clear for milk products and berries. Yes, folks. Both of the things he tested her for, she is not actually allergic to.

If this weren't happening to us, I'd think this part was funny. Just before we went in, I told Big Daddy that my biggest fear for the appointment today would be that the things he tested her for were not what she was allergic to and that we would have to go through this all again.

Ha. Ha.

He now wants us to bring in a sample of whole milk, strawberry and blueberry to do a skin prick test on her. On Friday. Three days from now. Which also happens to be my birthday.

School starts next week here and we still have warts, we still have kidney reflux and we still don't know what the baby is allergic to. We do know how to administer epinephrine if she has another reaction. We do know that she is not allergic to breast milk and cheerios so she's basically having those and nothing else because I live in fear of another reaction. We do know that no matter what, no matter how many appointments we've had (and it's a lot, I'm going to look over our calendar and count them soon), no matter how many answers we don't have, there is One who knows all of the answers.

I'm praying every single day that He holds my babies tight and keeps them healthy. I also beg Him to give me a peace that passes all understanding and to make next summer way more fun and healthy than this one was.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Meeting Blog Friends = LOVE!

I've been reading Elaine's blog for a long time and she's one of my favorites. Last year, when we found out that we were moving to LA, she announced right around that same time that they were moving here, too! We were also both pregnant with our third baby at the time! Even though her new home was going to be a few hours from mine, I loved that she'd be in the same state! (Apparently, meeting new blog friends also brings out my over-use of the exclamation mark! Who knew?)

Fast forward to last Friday, we finally got together with all of our adorable kiddos and went to the zoo!
(This poor tiger was so pitiful! It was SO HOT that day and she (he?) just laid there panting and barely even noticed that we were there.)

Our older kids (babies were in the stroller) L to R: Brother, Sister, B Man, Little G
See? Baby C in the stroller. She did so well that day despite the crazy heat! Baby K did awesome, too and I can't for the life of me figure out how I didn't get a picture of that sweetie!
After the zoo, we headed to lunch and then to the most delicious cupcake shop in the state of LA. Well, their shop isn't delicious (although it may be, I just haven't tasted it) but their cupcakes are AMAZING. Seriously.
We all had so much fun meeting Elaine and her sweet kids! On the way home, Sister kept telling me just how sweet Mrs. Elaine was and how we really need to get together again with her. I couldn't agree more!
If you have a chance to meet a blog friend in person, I highly recommend it!
I've got a ton to tell you guys about. Stay tuned for tales of our Summer of Medical Anomalies. I promise, it's a doozy. I mean, if you're into that sort of thing. And, really? Who doesn't like to hear about someone else's family medical issues that causes them to spend an entire summer vacation running from specialist to specialist all over town? Wait. Don't answer that.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Someone Should Tell That Girl on The Bachelorette That This is What Love Really Looks Like

A few days ago, everyone in our house got up on the wrong side of the bed. We were all walking around with our crabby pants on and sneering at one another in passing.

I finally announced to the kids that enough was enough and doggone it, we were going to have a good day. I then trotted into the kitchen where Big Daddy was getting coffee for us (because he is a very good and smart man, even on his crabby days!) and placed my hands on his shoulders. I turned him to look at me and drew him close. Leaning in, I looked deep into his eyes and said, "This will be a good day. You will be in a good mood."

Without hesitating, he placed his hands on my shoulders and took a step back.

With love in his eyes, he said, "And, you will go use some mouthwash."

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Local Fare

Since we married ten years ago, J. and I have lived in six states. One of the fun things about moving so often is getting to see all of the local foods and traditions in each area. Each place we've lived has had something that spoke uniquely of that state or region.

North Carolina is famous for their BBQ. The region of South Carolina where we lived was known for their yearly Okra Festival (known locally as the Okra Strut!) Maryland, of course, is well known for their crabs. We all know about Maine and their lobstahs.

I hesitate to mention this one because it's a little on the um, disgusting side. In Montana, they had a yearly Rocky Mountain Oyster festival. They advertised on billboards. If you don't know what that is, google at your own risk. Just heed this warning, they are not of the sea.

Before we ever moved to Louisiana, I'd heard that they had some pretty hearty culinary traditions. Their love of crawfish is known worldwide. The beignets are to die for. Seeing alligator on the menu doesn't even cause me to gag anymore. I guess you could say I've gotten used to the foods they love in this great state.
At least that's what I thought until this past weekend.
We headed out to a beautiful local park that stretches along a bayou. There are tons of turtles and ducks that gather when they see kids coming with a bag of stale bread and since we had a cabinet full (I blame our lack of carb eating on the insane HEAT), we were easy targets for the park dwellers. As we were standing there feeding the ducks, I caught a glimpse of something about three feet to our right. It hopped in the water and swam over to where the ducks were and took part in the breaking of the (stale) bread.

I turned quickly and yelped, "Kids!! Look at, that....that thing right there!" (One of my finer moments, indeed.)
There was a sweet local lady nearby who casually stated, "Oh, that's a nutria rat! They eat those down in south Louisiana." With that, she went back to her book and left me with my jaw on the ground. The dirty gigantic rat poo infested ground.

Look at that thing. Don't you want a bite? If you do, google Nutria Rat Recipes, again at your own risk. Not that I did that. I'm just sayin'.

Feel free to share your own local delicacies. Even the really gross ones.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Warning: You May Get a Cavity

Baby C has a new trick! She's doing the inch worm crawl these days and can pretty much get anywhere she wants. What this really means is there's a lot of turning off the surround sound and eating random objects off of the floor with a little banging her forehead on the leg of the coffee table thrown in for good measure.

But, seriously? If she threw the TV out the front door and ate the coffee table, would I care? No way, man. She's way too cute. I'm useless when she flashes me that gummy smile. Eight months next week and still no teeth. She's still nursing around the clock so I'm pretty much good with her toothlessness.

My three monkeys. I realize that this post is heavy on the baby but that doesn't mean that the other two are not equally as cute and fun. As a matter of fact, they are more so than ever. Brother starts Kindergarten next month and Sister moves on to Second grade. I don't want to talk about this right now. No, I'm not crying. It's allergies. I swear.

Again, could you resist this smile? She's the boss of every single person in this house. We are all wrapped around her tiny little dimpled pinky. Just the way we like it.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010


There is a wonderful place in my heart for this blog. Well over a year before I actually began Running From the Little People, it was there, in that wonderful place. I would dream of what I wanted it to look like. I'd think of the things that I wanted to share and compose posts in my heart and pray that I'd have a place to share them one day.

I've always loved to write. In high school and college, when one of my teachers would assign a paper, I was secretly giddy while all of my classmates groaned. The chance to get my thoughts down on paper was enough to propel me to research any assignment to the fullest. I'm also an avid reader and a chatterbox. Apparently, words are my thing.

I wish I could tell you why I took such a long break from this space. This space that I dreamt of for so long and have loved so much. I started to question my direction when I attended a blogging conference last year. I had a great time at the conference hugging the necks of the amazing women I've grown to love through this world of blogging. The thing that surprised me was the intense evaluation that happened in my own heart after I left the conference. There was so much talk of finding your niche and using the right words to insure that your blog was successful that my head was spinning. Listen, there's a place for that and there are bloggers out there who are great at it but I left thinking that if I wasn't going to be one of those bloggers, then maybe I should just stick to my pen and pad journal on my nightstand.

Have I mentioned that I'm also a tad of an over-analyzer?

What followed was me struggling with my purpose for blogging. Then, I got pregnant! Yay! I was way too tired and too sick to blog with any regularity. Boo! Then we found out that we were moving. Yay! With less than a month's notice! Boo! We got to our new home and settled and before we knew it, baby was here! Yay! Again with the tired. Yoo! (That's a yay! and a boo! because the reason for the tired? She's really cute.)

For the last couple of months, the fog of craziness has been lifting and I find myself writing in my head again. If that doesn't make sense to you, just pretend that it does. Before last year's season of over-analyzing, pregnancy, moving, a new baby, I wrote in my head all the time. I was always thinking of things that I wanted to write and then suddenly, the voices in my head went quiet.

Stay with me here.

Big Daddy has been saying to me for months that he wishes I would blog again. I have ignored him completely until one night a couple of months back, I woke up in the middle of the night with a heart full of words. I had a full post written in my head before I could fall asleep again. I couldn't wait to share it with my blog friends. Doubt and fear crept in and I wondered if maybe I'd left this space quiet for too long and I should just leave it that way. I convinced myself that my love to write and my desire to journal this amazing time in my life with three adorable kids would be best kept to the (also dusty!) notebook on my nightstand.

However, my heart still longed to put my words here. Friends, the writing in my head has proven to be a very important part of who I am and I just can't abandon that longing in my soul to write, to share, to put words down that show my heart and then leap with joy when a kindred spirit says they understand!

This blog provides me with so much and I am ready to dust it off and get it running again. The voices in my head are too loud and too eager to ignore.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Haves and The Have Nots

Here is a list of things I do not currently have:
1. A clean house.
2. A small laundry pile.
3. Friends that live close enough to me to go out for coffee.
4. Family that lives close enough to stop by for dinner or play with the kids.
5. A ton of money that would allow me to get all of those things on my ever growing wish list. (Because when I think about numbers three and four too much, I just want to shop. Hey, it's better than drugs so don't judge.)
6. A very tone body and a love of running.
7. Eyes that don't have bags under them from a lack of sleep. A severe lack of sleep.

That seems like a pretty pitiful list doesn't it? It makes me sound like a spoiled brat in the worst way. I know these things yet I have had so many days lately when that ding dang list is the only thing I can focus on. I'll cry because I miss my coffee girls and I just plead with God to make another coffee night possible. With those same girls because let's face it, I haven't found any that can compare to them. I'll whine because the house is never picked up to my liking. Wah, wah, wah, my butt jiggles when I jump rope with the kids. Boo hoo, I am so tired.

Friends, I'm trying tonight to focus on a different list. I'm trying to readjust my thinking. Trying. Walk with me, will you?

1. I have a house. It's comfortable and it is a place that my kids love to play and run. Their toys and art work may litter every available surface and their fingerprints may be smeared on every mirror and window. Guess what? It let's me know that they love their home. It reminds me that my time as a mommy to these little people is fleeting and one day, I'll wish for those fingerprints to reappear on my mirrors just so I may catch a glimpse of their childhood again.

2. Sorry but even at my best, I can't make good out of a mountain of laundry. How about this? We have clothes to wear. That's the best I can do.

3. God has given me the greatest friends I could ever have imagined. To have had the honor of meeting them for coffee for two years straight is blessing enough to carry me through for the rest of my life. Those ladies are that awesome. Plus, I get to have phone conversations now with each of them that leave me refreshed and thankful that they are my people. I know I'll have people here soon (I'm trying!) but for now, this is enough.

4. I get to skip out on most of the family drama. That's a bonus, right? Sure, I may get the occasional phone call about what's going on but it almost never involves me directly and for that I'm thankful because I like life nice and boring. Plus, the time I do get with my family is so precious to me. I don't take for granted the time we have together and if I lived closer, I know I would.

5. Number five on the above list is just silly so I'm going to take this opportunity to just say that I'm blessed beyond measure and have more than I've ever dreamed of having.

6. Come on, now. We all have this one, right? If you don't, please don't tell me. This body has given birth to and nursed three babies. MIRACLE OF MIRACLES. If it jiggles, that's cool. I have come to love like my curves lately. Seriously, I actually looked in the mirror today and thought, "I don't want to lose too much more of this baby weight because these curves are cute." I almost passed out when I heard myself think it. :) As for the stretch marks, let's just pretend those aren't there, mkay?

7. My reason for lack of sleep is the cutest little thing and I firmly believe that the reason she insists on getting up several times every night is just so she can spend a little extra time with me. To be honest, as crazy and not so attractive as this lack of sleep is making me, when she sleeps a little longer, I wake up and miss her so much that I secretly hope she'll wake soon. I'm my own worst enemy.

8. There's no number eight on the above list to go with this one because there isn't anything to complain about for him. Big Daddy is my best friend. I love him and am so thankful for him. I just think about him and I still get butterflies...this after ten years of marriage! (We celebrated ten years just last week and I wrote a beautiful post about our my head. That's as close as I've been able to get to blogging lately. If you could only read some of the good stuff I've written up there lately!) Seriously, this man is amazing and I can't say anything else other than, YAY! He's mine!

See, I look at this new list and realize just how ridiculous the first list is. Also? Just how stupid the word list seems when you use it so many times in one post. I have so much to be thankful for and I just need to remind myself sometimes to shift focus. I need to focus on the haves rather than the have nots because in the end, it's the haves that matter most.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Hello in There! (Echo, Echo)

Well, would you just take a look at this place! Cobwebs and dust have taken over. Whomever is in charge around here should be fired.
Wait, that's me. On second thought, I'll just clean up a bit and show you some pictures of the sweet person who has recently taken up all of my blogging time.

There, is that better? You're not still cross with me for leaving you hanging, are you?

Let me tell you something. If I were getting paid by the hour for the amount of time I spend staring at that face, I would be a wealthy woman. She's just so cute that I can't take my eyes off of her. She's also sweet. She also is just this week learning to sleep more than a couple of hours at a time at night so there's another reason for you as to why I've been MIA. However, we are turning a corner thanks to a little tip from a couple of bloggy friends. Seriously, it makes me all twitchy to think about how wrapped up she must feel when she's swaddled but she loves it.

Baby C is over two months now (!!) and over 12lbs. She's growing so, so fast. I feel like I am savoring every single second of her infancy because I realize how quickly it's going. I want to keep her this way forever, is that so wrong?

Closing out this most random post in the whole world, I wanted to tell you that you should go over to Pampers and request a sample of their newly designed Cruisers. My life pretty much revolves around diapers these days and I've already been let down by two other brands when I strayed from our trusty Pampers. I won't be straying again anytime soon! This new design hits shelves in March and will be thinner and more absorbent thanks to their new Dry Max! They aren't even paying me to tell you but you can bet I'll be getting a sample just like you can. By the way, if your sample arrives with the Team USA stamp, you will win a one year supply of Pampers. And then I will officially be jealous and beg you to share. Just kidding. Sort of.

Now that this place is all cleaned up, I'm hoping to get back to regularly scheduled posting. As long as you don't mind the typos since I'll be typing one handed and with my eyes focused on the baby in my arms. I'm telling you, it's so hard to look away.