Not MY child!

I know you've heard them.

Those stories other parents tell.  And you've thought, I'm so glad that's not my child.  My child would never do that!

Those stories of baby powder sprinkled surreptitiously all over the house.  Of crayons marking up the wall.  Of playing barber on self (or sibling).  Of poop smeared head to toe and everywhere within reach.  Of quiet destruction behind closed doors during "naptime."  Of emergency room visits for toy extraction from nasal cavities.

No, your child would never do anything like that.

Until your child does.

I've been lucky that way.  Ella and Rico, while maybe not model children, have been fairly tame in the mischief department.  Sure, they get into things they shouldn't, and sure, they cause occasional havoc, and even break things now and then.  But overall, they are pretty good at knowing what things are off limits.

Louie, not so much.

Tame, that is. 

I know she looks all sweet and innocent on the surface, but underneath, she's a sneaky little devil.

Lou is no longer allowed to wear shorts.  Or nightgowns.  Or dresses without tights.  Or anything that allows easy access to her diaper.  Why?
That's why.  Leave her alone in a poopy diaper for more than a minute, and that's what you get.

Poop.  Everywhere.  All over her, the floor, or the crib, or wherever she happens to be.  Granted, it has been quite a while, but I'm not one for taking chances.

Coloring generally includes not only the paper or coloring book, but the table, chair, and any part of herself she can reach.

On more than one occasion, we have had to call on the tweezers to extract foreign objects from her nasal canals.  Beans, bread, beads, you name it.  Luckily we have escaped a trip to the doctor or emergency department, but I'm not holding my breath.

At nap time everyday, she is alone in the room she shares with Ella and Rico, and more often than not, falling asleep is put on hold for exploration.  Her favorite thing to do is to drag a chair over to Ella's dresser and destroy go through her jewelry box and all the special things Ella collects up there for "safe-keeping."

And just yesterday, Rico ran in to inform me that she had (moved a chair, climbed up on it and) gotten the diaper cream (from the top of the dresser where we keep it out of reach) and was making a mess with it.  Thankfully that mess was mostly contained on the tube of cream itself, with only small dribbles on the floor, which cleaned up fairly quickly.

She still has yet to cut her hair, or anyone else's, but that's because the scissors are kept conscientiously out of reach.

But then again, at the end of the day, she really is a sweet little thing.  And I wouldn't have her any other way. 


Wardrobe Malfunction

I occasionally have an idea of what I plan to wear on a given day, more frequently on Sundays.  Today's plans were dark: charcoal and black, with tights and dressy loafers.  But when I went to my closet today to get my black skirt, it was nowhere to be found.  I'm guessing I must have left it at my parents', but that's little consolation since I can't even call to check.
Dang Japan.

So I reworked my plans around a (nursing-friendly) black dress.  But that meant my gray undershirt got the boot.  After getting the kids ready (on my own, blessed early meetings), I grabbed my shoes and started loading kids in the car.  After the second trip to the car, I realized the bottom of my heel was coming off.

Rather than lose it somewhere at church, I had to change my shoes. Which made me grumpy, since my pumps didn't look nearly as good with the tights I was wearing, and I didn't have time to change. So in the end, I only wore the tights and jewelry I was planning on.

Then, when I was feeding the boys after church, and contemplating where best to photograph their adorable church outfits, Morty had a bit of a blowout.  I thought my plans were foiled, but quick thinking and action on my part saved the day, and his outfit, if only long enough to document the cuteness. (Morty's on the left.)
 I could pretty much eat them up, they're so cute.


Almost better

Sorry, super long post.  Feel free to skim.  Or skip.  I won't mind.

We are slowly, but surely, returning from the grave where one or the other of us has been for over two weeks now.  It all started three Sundays ago when Ella had a bit of a fever.  She ended up staying home from school for the en.ti.re week.  Which is not nearly as fun as it sounds.  She was miserable, with a cough and fever and runny nose that wouldn't stop.  When she started complaining of ear pain Tuesday night, I took her to the doctor. 

Diagnosis: an ear infection and a "really bad cold."  For the first time in her life, we put her on antibiotics (for her ear), and though her fever hung around for the rest of the week, she pulled out of it. 

Rico, of course, waited until she was nearly better before coming down with the cold Friday night.  He rebounded Saturday so we could have a birthday party for him (he's FOUR!) but Sunday he was miserable again.  And to top it off, Louie was joining him in his misery. 

After another week, Rico was appearing to improve, though he was still taking a nap everyday, which is not normal. (Side note: one great thing about sick kids is they are such good sleepers.  Every day Louie would stay in her bed for naptime and bedtime and would get tons of sleep.)  Lou, however, was still miserable.  She still had a fever, her eyes were all goopy, and any time she wasn't sleeping she was either laying miserably on the couch, or yelling. 

Even Morty and Ferdie didn't escape.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised, because I was feeling congested and scratchy-throated, as well.  Both little ones had slight fevers and runny noses and coughs.  I assert that there is nothing more pathetic and sad than a sick little baby.  But they got over it the quickest, thank goodness.

Since Ella and Rico had both gotten better at about the 6 day mark, I figured Lou would be the same.  But by Friday night I was ready to take her to the doctor, but Saturday morning she perked up and was acting almost normal, so I postponed.  After her nap she was much worse.  We were having an 80th birthday party for my grandma in Olympia, so we hung out down there for a couple of hours, and she spent the whole time in Tom's arms.  She didn't even want me.  Sunday morning was a little better again, and her fever was gone, but Sunday night was misery.  Monday, I woke her up so we could take Ella to school, she ate some breakfast and went straight back to bed. 

When she woke up, she looked awful.  To say that she looked like death warmed over would be a little generous.  It was so sad.  She had big dark circles under her goopy nasty eyes, she was pale, she was coughing up a lung, and her nose was running like a faucet.  I called the doctor and we went in right away. 

Diagnosis: ear infection, nasty eyes (I didn't get a name, but we did get drops), and pneumonia/bronchitis.  Poor little thing.

Rico, who had been improving, and I though was mostly better, was still coughing and had a fever (again!) so the doctor checked him out, too.

Diagnosis: mild ear infection and bronchitis.

So back to the pharmacy we went.  Antibiotics for both little ones, and eye drops for the Lou.  Luckily the doctor had given us a couple of sample bottles of the drops, because even after insurance they were going to be $82 something.  I didn't get them. 

The difference between Monday and Tuesday was astounding.  Sweet little Lou was acting much more like her normal mischievous self.  Her eyes were clear, she was up and playing, and singing, and bugging her siblings.  Tom and I just looked at each other and laughed, when after she was put in bed she climbed the ladder into Ella's bed (like she normally does every. single. night).  It is so nice to have our happy girl back!

The kids are all still coughing a little, but nothing scary sounding, and Rico hasn't taken a nap since Sunday. 



Oatmeal Pancakes

My grandpa used to make these when my mom was growing up.  And she made them for my siblings and I.

And I did not like them so much.

But today, I was craving them, and thankfully my sister had posted the recipe on our family website, because both she and my mom are in Japan, and I wasn't about to call them in the middle of the night to ask for the recipe.

I don't know what I was thinking when I was little, because these were so yummy this morning.  This is the original recipe from my grandfather, with my notes in italics.

2 C milk
2 C oats
1/3 C flour (I used freshly ground whole wheat flour)
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
2 eggs separated
1/3 C melted fat (I used butter, but margarine or shortening should work)

Syrup: Honey with a little butter and cinnamon

Heat milk and pour over oats. (I'm sure my grandpa heated the milk on the stove; I used a microwave and heated it till it was hot, but not boiling.) Allow to cool. Mix dry ingredients together. Add egg yolks and fat to oat mixture. Stir in dry ingredients. (Beat egg whites.) Fold in stiff egg whites.

Cook like normal pancakes. Heat honey, butter, and cinnamon for syrup.  I just guessed on amounts: the goal is to make it taste good. :)