Atticus got his first tooth on March 6. We took him and Adrienne to the doctor for their 9 month checkup and I noticed it coming in on his upper gum. Yesterday he got another tooth on his upper gum. He is going to be one goody looking kid. To buck teeth and no teeth on his lower jaw. Adrienne has had her two lower teeth for quite a while now.
The kids can continued to be sick, sick, sick. London has bronchitis and an ear infection along with painful earaches. Atticus has a very deep yucky sounding cough and Adrienne has an ear infection.
At least Adrienne is always happy. She is such a happy baby. Then there is her brother- always pissed off. He crawls around and cries constantly.
These three kids are taking so many damn antibiotics that pretty soon all bacteria will be resistant to all the antibiotics. I can't count the number of Omnicef and amoxicillin prescriptions we have gone through.
London absolutely hates some of her medicine and we have to constantly threaten her with going back to the hospital to get her to take it. It is a dirty tactic but it works, by Mars. London has been absent from the Montessori school for over a week now. She missed her VCUG because she was sick and now it is rescheduled for March 15.
The wife has been going insane with all three at home all day long. Yesterday she was upstairs and had left Adrienne by herself downstairs and the next thing she knew Adrienne was crawling down the upstairs hall. She had climbed up the staircase in the kitchen by herself and had made it successfully without incident. At 9 months old if she slipped and fell it could have killed her. I am to blame for a lot of the problem because I have not installed the gates at the bottom of the stairs. We jam a chair up against the bottom of the staircase but obviously Adrienne has figured out how to get around the chair.
I am having so many PVC's (premature ventricular complexes) that can't drink. I really miss my daily glass of wine and I miss microbrews too.
3/09/2007
3/08/2007
Racked out in Reno
This is what I wrote on my Crackberry when laying in the emergency room in Reno.
Laying in St. Marys hospital in Reno with an IV in my left arm hooked up to an EKG and I am pissed off about being here. I went into Atrial Fibrillation between the time we took off from Dallas and when we got lost in the rental van. That jackass Brad took us about 40 miles out of the way before we figuted out that we were going the wrong way.
I started feeling like shit in the van and was being uncharachterstically quiet so the guys wondered what was wrong with me.
So it turned out to be a good thing that we had to go back through Reno to get to the house North of lake Tahoe.
Jim dialed the GPS on his phone and took us Direcctly to the hospital.
The cute chick who saw me first told me that I didn't sound like I was a resident of Reno. Dammit! I try hard not to sound like a hick but it obviously doesn't work.
My blood pressure was too high and my pulse was 112. I waited to be abmitted while the guys went to get some food.
When I was filling out the paperwork to admit me I all of the sudden went back into sinus Rhythm. This was confirmed when the got me in a bed and hooked me up to the EKG.
So here I lie in sinus rhythm with an irregular beat every 20 seconds or so waiting. At least I have already talked to the doctor. She told me that they were going to call my cardiologist at Baptist.
If I had to guess, I would suspect that there is not anything they can do unless I go back into AFib and stay there
Laying in St. Marys hospital in Reno with an IV in my left arm hooked up to an EKG and I am pissed off about being here. I went into Atrial Fibrillation between the time we took off from Dallas and when we got lost in the rental van. That jackass Brad took us about 40 miles out of the way before we figuted out that we were going the wrong way.
I started feeling like shit in the van and was being uncharachterstically quiet so the guys wondered what was wrong with me.
So it turned out to be a good thing that we had to go back through Reno to get to the house North of lake Tahoe.
Jim dialed the GPS on his phone and took us Direcctly to the hospital.
The cute chick who saw me first told me that I didn't sound like I was a resident of Reno. Dammit! I try hard not to sound like a hick but it obviously doesn't work.
My blood pressure was too high and my pulse was 112. I waited to be abmitted while the guys went to get some food.
When I was filling out the paperwork to admit me I all of the sudden went back into sinus Rhythm. This was confirmed when the got me in a bed and hooked me up to the EKG.
So here I lie in sinus rhythm with an irregular beat every 20 seconds or so waiting. At least I have already talked to the doctor. She told me that they were going to call my cardiologist at Baptist.
If I had to guess, I would suspect that there is not anything they can do unless I go back into AFib and stay there
2/19/2007
Wanna hear some more about twins?
Atticus still doesn't have any teeth. He is dying to eat solids and wants to feed himself. Adrienne will constantly go to Atticus and take away from him any object with which he is playing. He gets so pissed off and cries.
Atticus has some sort of eczema on his left let and face.
Adrienne has learned that it is fun to spit out her food by blowing a big breath of air through pursed lips. The green peas fly everywhere.
Last night both the wife and I were out of the room and left the twins in their room very briefly ( bad idea). I cam back into the room in less than a minute to find both of them in the bathroom splashing gleefully in the unflushed toilet. Adrienne had a wad of urine soaked toilet paper in her mouth and Atticus was elbow deep in piss as the water sloshed and swirled from their stirring hands. Unfortunately there were no turds in the toilet.
You can't turn your back on those little fuckers for a second... they are always up to no good. Mostly Adrienne sits back and watches as Atticus bumbles his way through whatever he is doing. He always ends up crawling and crying. Something is always pissing him off.
Yesterday Atticus pulled up on the open door of the dishwasher and pulled out all the dirty utensils and deposited them on the floor with as much clanging and noise as he could make.
Trying to change both of the hellions diapers is a lesson in frustration and futility. They wriggle and squirm and try to roll over on the stomach. They really hate lying on their backs for any more than two seconds without some sort of distraction. Atticus always ends up screaming while twisting like an alligator rolling on the bottom of the swamp drowning its prey.
Then if changing the diapers isn't bad enough you have to put on their clothes of pajamas. Maybe a shot of liquor for me and one for the twins will help to make dressing and diaper changing easier.
Atticus crapped his pants five times today.
Way back when, Adrienne was so easy to put to sleep... just lay her in the crib and she sucked her thumb and went to sleep. Atticus was such a peckerhead to try to get to sleep. I would rock him to sleep and he would be fast asleep. Put him in his crib and he starts crying. Rock to sleep, put in crib, and cry. Sometimes I repeated this little game five or six times before the little crumbmuncher would go to sleep.
Now it is the other way around. Adrienne is the little crapnapper to put to sleep. Rock her to sleep and put her down and she cries. The difference is that the wife and I don't give a shit anymore and we just let her cry until she goes to sleep.
Atticus goes to sleep easily now. Give that little fucker a bottle and he is out. Throw him in the crib and he is good for the night. He just started sleeping through the night about a week ago.
We had both cribs in one room and the two little assmonsters slept in the same room. Every (and I mean every) night the male infant (Colonel Stinky as I like to call him) woke up about 1:00 to 2:00 am and started crying. If you let him cry he would wake up Adrienne and she would start crying. If you let her cry she would wake up Lolo and then Bill Clinton would become ethical.
So, the wife was getting up with him and rocking him back to sleep every night. Sometimes it took five minutes sometimes it took two hours. This went on for about 8 months. I felt pretty bad for the wife cuz she would not wake me up unless they both were screaming. So I slept through most all nights. She was a walking pissed off sleep deprived angry person for a long time.
I finally put the Pack n Play in another room and we put Lance Corporal Stinky in that contraption and let him cry when he woke up. His crying didn't wake up any of the other offspring so it was heaven!!!! We couldn't hear him crying from our bed and we purposely did not put a monitor in his room. He had learned to wake up during the night and get a bottle even when there was nothing wrong with him.
Now he has learned that he is supposed to sleep through the night- or at least we think so because we don't hear him crying.
By the way, Adrienne, being the angel she is, has always slept through the night since a very early age.
Going to Tahoe on Wednesday to celebrate a bachelor party. The last one of my friends is getting married. I keep asking him what the hell he is going to do when his wife finds out he is gay. He is such a fuckchop.
Atticus has some sort of eczema on his left let and face.
Adrienne has learned that it is fun to spit out her food by blowing a big breath of air through pursed lips. The green peas fly everywhere.
Last night both the wife and I were out of the room and left the twins in their room very briefly ( bad idea). I cam back into the room in less than a minute to find both of them in the bathroom splashing gleefully in the unflushed toilet. Adrienne had a wad of urine soaked toilet paper in her mouth and Atticus was elbow deep in piss as the water sloshed and swirled from their stirring hands. Unfortunately there were no turds in the toilet.
You can't turn your back on those little fuckers for a second... they are always up to no good. Mostly Adrienne sits back and watches as Atticus bumbles his way through whatever he is doing. He always ends up crawling and crying. Something is always pissing him off.
Yesterday Atticus pulled up on the open door of the dishwasher and pulled out all the dirty utensils and deposited them on the floor with as much clanging and noise as he could make.
Trying to change both of the hellions diapers is a lesson in frustration and futility. They wriggle and squirm and try to roll over on the stomach. They really hate lying on their backs for any more than two seconds without some sort of distraction. Atticus always ends up screaming while twisting like an alligator rolling on the bottom of the swamp drowning its prey.
Then if changing the diapers isn't bad enough you have to put on their clothes of pajamas. Maybe a shot of liquor for me and one for the twins will help to make dressing and diaper changing easier.
Atticus crapped his pants five times today.
Way back when, Adrienne was so easy to put to sleep... just lay her in the crib and she sucked her thumb and went to sleep. Atticus was such a peckerhead to try to get to sleep. I would rock him to sleep and he would be fast asleep. Put him in his crib and he starts crying. Rock to sleep, put in crib, and cry. Sometimes I repeated this little game five or six times before the little crumbmuncher would go to sleep.
Now it is the other way around. Adrienne is the little crapnapper to put to sleep. Rock her to sleep and put her down and she cries. The difference is that the wife and I don't give a shit anymore and we just let her cry until she goes to sleep.
Atticus goes to sleep easily now. Give that little fucker a bottle and he is out. Throw him in the crib and he is good for the night. He just started sleeping through the night about a week ago.
We had both cribs in one room and the two little assmonsters slept in the same room. Every (and I mean every) night the male infant (Colonel Stinky as I like to call him) woke up about 1:00 to 2:00 am and started crying. If you let him cry he would wake up Adrienne and she would start crying. If you let her cry she would wake up Lolo and then Bill Clinton would become ethical.
So, the wife was getting up with him and rocking him back to sleep every night. Sometimes it took five minutes sometimes it took two hours. This went on for about 8 months. I felt pretty bad for the wife cuz she would not wake me up unless they both were screaming. So I slept through most all nights. She was a walking pissed off sleep deprived angry person for a long time.
I finally put the Pack n Play in another room and we put Lance Corporal Stinky in that contraption and let him cry when he woke up. His crying didn't wake up any of the other offspring so it was heaven!!!! We couldn't hear him crying from our bed and we purposely did not put a monitor in his room. He had learned to wake up during the night and get a bottle even when there was nothing wrong with him.
Now he has learned that he is supposed to sleep through the night- or at least we think so because we don't hear him crying.
By the way, Adrienne, being the angel she is, has always slept through the night since a very early age.
Going to Tahoe on Wednesday to celebrate a bachelor party. The last one of my friends is getting married. I keep asking him what the hell he is going to do when his wife finds out he is gay. He is such a fuckchop.
2/14/2007
Valentines Day - Just Another Sexless Day
No Nookie for The Fid. The wife is so tired every night after taking care of three hellions that she is just not in the mood. I can't blame her for her lack of drive. That is just the way it it. Children do that to you. I am back to being a professional abstainer.
Adrienne briefly stood up for about three seconds without holding on to anything about two days ago. He hasn't done it since.
Adrienne continues to be a very happy girl. She is really good at patty-cake. Atticus does this too. The other day they sat down face to face and both patty-caked together. They are now entertaining each other and starting to play together. Adrienne always seems to get the upper hand and Atticus always seems to be pissed off. We think it is teething. He still doesn't have any teeth. Adrienne has two bottom teeth and she likes to use them when Atticus sticks his hand in her mouth.
The wife left the ignition on in the Expedition Monday night and it absolutely killed the battery. So I bought her a battery for Valentines day. Maybe that is why I am not getting laid. She baked me a cake for Valentines day and I bought her a car battery. Damn I am a romantic devil.
Took Lolo to the pediatric urologist yesterday. They did an ultrasound on her kidneys and bladder and found everything to be anatomically fine with those organs. We have scheduled her for a VCUG (catheter, fill bladder with die that shows on X-ray, lay still and try to urinate) which will be very difficult for all concerned.
Did I mention that I have not had sex in over two months? Maybe I can do more to get the wife "in the mood". I thought that I would have gotten some when we went away two weekends ago and stayed at our mountain house. Maybe Spanish Fly will help. Maybe Russell Crowe can help. I bet she would get in the mood if he was there for the taking. Russell, give me a call dude. I have a mission for you.
Adrienne briefly stood up for about three seconds without holding on to anything about two days ago. He hasn't done it since.
Adrienne continues to be a very happy girl. She is really good at patty-cake. Atticus does this too. The other day they sat down face to face and both patty-caked together. They are now entertaining each other and starting to play together. Adrienne always seems to get the upper hand and Atticus always seems to be pissed off. We think it is teething. He still doesn't have any teeth. Adrienne has two bottom teeth and she likes to use them when Atticus sticks his hand in her mouth.
The wife left the ignition on in the Expedition Monday night and it absolutely killed the battery. So I bought her a battery for Valentines day. Maybe that is why I am not getting laid. She baked me a cake for Valentines day and I bought her a car battery. Damn I am a romantic devil.
Took Lolo to the pediatric urologist yesterday. They did an ultrasound on her kidneys and bladder and found everything to be anatomically fine with those organs. We have scheduled her for a VCUG (catheter, fill bladder with die that shows on X-ray, lay still and try to urinate) which will be very difficult for all concerned.
Did I mention that I have not had sex in over two months? Maybe I can do more to get the wife "in the mood". I thought that I would have gotten some when we went away two weekends ago and stayed at our mountain house. Maybe Spanish Fly will help. Maybe Russell Crowe can help. I bet she would get in the mood if he was there for the taking. Russell, give me a call dude. I have a mission for you.
1/30/2007
Concerned about Lolo
Lolo peed in her pants twice today and is telling us that it hurts to pee. We are very concerned about her getting another urinary tract infection (UTI). We have scheduled a voiding cystourethrogram (VCUG) where she is catheterized and x-rays are taken as she urinates in order to determine if she has vesicoureteral reflux which is a condition where the urine ascends the ureters to the kidneys. This can be a very serious condition which can led to surgery to reattach the ureters to the bladder.
We are really hoping that she doesn't have a UTI or especially we hope she doesn't have reflux. It would be very difficult to watch her to have to go through surgery.
We are really hoping that she doesn't have a UTI or especially we hope she doesn't have reflux. It would be very difficult to watch her to have to go through surgery.
1/29/2007
What Do I Have To Do To Get A Secular Education Around Here?
The twins have pretty much worn me out. They are both sick again with runny noses and congestion. Atticus will not sleep through the night- always up at least once. Nevertheless, i shouldn't complain because the wife has to take care of them 24/7 and I get a vacation when I go to work.
Lolo is going to the Montessori school. I take her to school in the mornings. The wife is very concerned about Lolo going to the Montessori. I like it mainly because it is a secular education and I know the teachers well. I would rather my 3 year old daughter learn about how the world works and develop life skills than learn about Jesus. I think she should be given the opportunity to make up her own mind about what her spiritual life should be. At the age of three she does not yet have the capacity to understand and make her own decisions about something as complex as spirituality.
I attended a christian day school from Kindergarten to sixth grade and I turned out ok. I remember having to memorize bible verses every day in 5th and 6th grades and the teacher would call on each student and make him or her recite the verse from memory. Nevertheless, my education did not brainwash me and I felt like I got a pretty good education but I can't help but wonder how much more I could have learned if I weren't spending time learning about something that I don't consider important at this stage of my life.
I just want my daughter to grow up to be able to think for herself and to be critical of what people tell her and what she sees and reads in the world.
The little town I live in has a fair share of public schools which in my opinion are lacking when it comes to a private secular education. Being that this is the bible belt there are plenty of christian elementary schools. There are NO private secular schools besides the Montessori. For me, this really, really is a negative point to living in this small town.
The wife wants to send Lolo to the same elementary school that I attended. I am hesitant. The wife is uncomfortable with the Montessori method so far. I believe that it is mainly because she was raised with very traditional values. Damn, for that matter, I was too. My parents took me to Sunday school and church very regularly. My views on religion changed drastically when I was in my mid 20s and now I have absolutely no desire to attend church. My wife on the other hand feels the draw.
This is one of the areas of our marriage that needs work. It is going to be resolved by me attending church with her against my will. I will do this if that is what it takes to keep my family as one cohesive unit. Hopefully I can be there to help my children keep an open mind.
In this part of the US of A you can't blow your nose without hitting a church. Practically everything revolves around churches. The only thing that I miss about being active in a church are the social aspects. Damn, most of my first sexual experiences were with the girls in my church youth group!!! Well, of course i miss that but on a more mature level, I miss getting to know other successful business people and members of my local community.
So I guess i will suck it up and go to church and blow an hour sitting there listening to music I really don't like and hearing stories that I really don't believe (dead men raising from the grave, floods that cover the entire earth and one of each species fits on a boat) and giving money to a cause that I consider to be backed by a fairy tale.
So in case you haven't figured it out, I am agnostic. This means to me that I believe that a higher being can be neither proved or disproved. I believe that accepting the bible or any other religious text simply because it is there and other people accept it is painting too simple a picture of the real world. I believe that prayer and church attendance is a waste of my time. I believe that a person can be raised with a secular upbringing and still have a solid foundation of morality, integrity and a profound sense of right and wrong. I belive that f there is a higher being then it certainly doesn't control every aspect of my life- I have an internal locus of control.
I could go on and on but to summarize I am a lonely conservative infidel in a sea of people who accept religion without question and you can't get away from it- especially if you marry into it. Fortunately, although the wife is a believer, she has a healthy skepticism of devout believers.
If I didn't despise cold weather I might move elsewhere where there are more secularist minded individuals. I don't know if my conservative mindedness would allow me refuge there or not. I am a rare conservative agnostic capitalist. I don't think there are very many of us out there. If you are like me I would love to hear from you!!
Lolo is going to the Montessori school. I take her to school in the mornings. The wife is very concerned about Lolo going to the Montessori. I like it mainly because it is a secular education and I know the teachers well. I would rather my 3 year old daughter learn about how the world works and develop life skills than learn about Jesus. I think she should be given the opportunity to make up her own mind about what her spiritual life should be. At the age of three she does not yet have the capacity to understand and make her own decisions about something as complex as spirituality.
I attended a christian day school from Kindergarten to sixth grade and I turned out ok. I remember having to memorize bible verses every day in 5th and 6th grades and the teacher would call on each student and make him or her recite the verse from memory. Nevertheless, my education did not brainwash me and I felt like I got a pretty good education but I can't help but wonder how much more I could have learned if I weren't spending time learning about something that I don't consider important at this stage of my life.
I just want my daughter to grow up to be able to think for herself and to be critical of what people tell her and what she sees and reads in the world.
The little town I live in has a fair share of public schools which in my opinion are lacking when it comes to a private secular education. Being that this is the bible belt there are plenty of christian elementary schools. There are NO private secular schools besides the Montessori. For me, this really, really is a negative point to living in this small town.
The wife wants to send Lolo to the same elementary school that I attended. I am hesitant. The wife is uncomfortable with the Montessori method so far. I believe that it is mainly because she was raised with very traditional values. Damn, for that matter, I was too. My parents took me to Sunday school and church very regularly. My views on religion changed drastically when I was in my mid 20s and now I have absolutely no desire to attend church. My wife on the other hand feels the draw.
This is one of the areas of our marriage that needs work. It is going to be resolved by me attending church with her against my will. I will do this if that is what it takes to keep my family as one cohesive unit. Hopefully I can be there to help my children keep an open mind.
In this part of the US of A you can't blow your nose without hitting a church. Practically everything revolves around churches. The only thing that I miss about being active in a church are the social aspects. Damn, most of my first sexual experiences were with the girls in my church youth group!!! Well, of course i miss that but on a more mature level, I miss getting to know other successful business people and members of my local community.
So I guess i will suck it up and go to church and blow an hour sitting there listening to music I really don't like and hearing stories that I really don't believe (dead men raising from the grave, floods that cover the entire earth and one of each species fits on a boat) and giving money to a cause that I consider to be backed by a fairy tale.
So in case you haven't figured it out, I am agnostic. This means to me that I believe that a higher being can be neither proved or disproved. I believe that accepting the bible or any other religious text simply because it is there and other people accept it is painting too simple a picture of the real world. I believe that prayer and church attendance is a waste of my time. I believe that a person can be raised with a secular upbringing and still have a solid foundation of morality, integrity and a profound sense of right and wrong. I belive that f there is a higher being then it certainly doesn't control every aspect of my life- I have an internal locus of control.
I could go on and on but to summarize I am a lonely conservative infidel in a sea of people who accept religion without question and you can't get away from it- especially if you marry into it. Fortunately, although the wife is a believer, she has a healthy skepticism of devout believers.
If I didn't despise cold weather I might move elsewhere where there are more secularist minded individuals. I don't know if my conservative mindedness would allow me refuge there or not. I am a rare conservative agnostic capitalist. I don't think there are very many of us out there. If you are like me I would love to hear from you!!
1/11/2007
One more thing
We noticed today that Adrinne is getting her first tooth! A little hard thingy is poking its way through her bottom gum.
She rules.
She rules.
What a nightmare of a week.
Lolo finally came home from the hospital today. After four nights and two IV sticks and lots of rattled nerves our sick little girl got to come home today. Fortunately she feels much better.
She had lots of visitors in the hospital. One of Lolo's school mates named Alyssa and her mother came by to see Lolo (I didn't even notice that Alyssa's mommie was a hottie) as well as two of her pre-school teachers, all the grandparents and Mercury knows who else!! She got so many damn presents and dolls and coloring books that I needed to rent a pack-mule to carry all that shit home.
She was sent home with a prescription for Nitrofurantoin which is an antibiotic specifically for urinary tract infections. Of course none of the pharmacies in the area had it in stock. We either had to find it or Lolo had to go back to the hospital to get the necessary drugs by injection.
Finally the wife got the local Eckerd to fly it in by carrier pigeon from Botswana and now Lolo gets the pleasure of taking this nasty tasting liquid by mouth four times a day for ten days. Shit, she could have stayed in the hospital on more night and get the drugs through her IV and not had to take the drug orally but Lolo and mommie were very ready to get the hell out of the hospital.
Tonight was a challenge trying to get Lolo to bed. She didn't want anyone to come withing three feet of her arms because of the two IV sticks. She wouldn't let me change her shirt even though it was soaking wet because she refused to roll up her sleeves when she washed her hands fearing it would hurt her "boo boos".
I feel bad for the poor girl. She has been through a lot for a 3 year old!
Tuesday I took Atticus to the other local hospital for his bilateral myringotomy (tubes in both ears) . He took it very well and it was over so quickly. He showed his true colors by charming all the nurses in the outpatient center. He gets more action at 7 months than I ever did at any age.
Atticus never really sat up before this surgery. When you sat him on his bony little ass he would go immediately to crawling. Immediately after the surgery they rolled him out to me on a gurney. He was on his stomach looking up with his eyes wide open. I picked him up and sat him on the gurney and he sat right up. I don't know whether it was because he had balance now that all the pressure is off his ears or whether he felt too messed up to try to crawl, but he actually sat there for a second.
Tears started flowing shortly thereafter so I picked him up and held him until he stopped crying. He didn't cry for long at all. He was a very good boy about it.
He actually slept all night Tuesday night for the first time EVER!!!! Yay!! He slept from 7:00 pm to about 5:30 am!!! Last night he slept from 7:30 pm to 6:00 am!! Two nights in a row. Hell yes!!
The wife and I are praying to the micrognomes who live in the horry netherworld that he will sleep all night tonight and that this is a trend.
Work sucks. I have a board meeting on Monday. Big board meeting. I will be presenting my final proposal to one of the current owners of the business to buy her out. I am not very optimistic about us coming to terms. She truly has no idea what the true value of the business is and how little it really is worth.
She had lots of visitors in the hospital. One of Lolo's school mates named Alyssa and her mother came by to see Lolo (I didn't even notice that Alyssa's mommie was a hottie) as well as two of her pre-school teachers, all the grandparents and Mercury knows who else!! She got so many damn presents and dolls and coloring books that I needed to rent a pack-mule to carry all that shit home.
She was sent home with a prescription for Nitrofurantoin which is an antibiotic specifically for urinary tract infections. Of course none of the pharmacies in the area had it in stock. We either had to find it or Lolo had to go back to the hospital to get the necessary drugs by injection.
Finally the wife got the local Eckerd to fly it in by carrier pigeon from Botswana and now Lolo gets the pleasure of taking this nasty tasting liquid by mouth four times a day for ten days. Shit, she could have stayed in the hospital on more night and get the drugs through her IV and not had to take the drug orally but Lolo and mommie were very ready to get the hell out of the hospital.
Tonight was a challenge trying to get Lolo to bed. She didn't want anyone to come withing three feet of her arms because of the two IV sticks. She wouldn't let me change her shirt even though it was soaking wet because she refused to roll up her sleeves when she washed her hands fearing it would hurt her "boo boos".
I feel bad for the poor girl. She has been through a lot for a 3 year old!
Tuesday I took Atticus to the other local hospital for his bilateral myringotomy (tubes in both ears) . He took it very well and it was over so quickly. He showed his true colors by charming all the nurses in the outpatient center. He gets more action at 7 months than I ever did at any age.
Atticus never really sat up before this surgery. When you sat him on his bony little ass he would go immediately to crawling. Immediately after the surgery they rolled him out to me on a gurney. He was on his stomach looking up with his eyes wide open. I picked him up and sat him on the gurney and he sat right up. I don't know whether it was because he had balance now that all the pressure is off his ears or whether he felt too messed up to try to crawl, but he actually sat there for a second.
Tears started flowing shortly thereafter so I picked him up and held him until he stopped crying. He didn't cry for long at all. He was a very good boy about it.
He actually slept all night Tuesday night for the first time EVER!!!! Yay!! He slept from 7:00 pm to about 5:30 am!!! Last night he slept from 7:30 pm to 6:00 am!! Two nights in a row. Hell yes!!
The wife and I are praying to the micrognomes who live in the horry netherworld that he will sleep all night tonight and that this is a trend.
Work sucks. I have a board meeting on Monday. Big board meeting. I will be presenting my final proposal to one of the current owners of the business to buy her out. I am not very optimistic about us coming to terms. She truly has no idea what the true value of the business is and how little it really is worth.
1/07/2007
Lolo is one sick girl
Lolo is really sick. Her fever was over 105 F last night. She fought taking her antibiotics that are supposed to fight her urinary tract infection. She absolutely refused to take them in a little cup or out of a syringe. We had to hold her down and force her to take it with a syringe. When we did she just spit it out all over us. She was screaming as I tried to shoot the nasty tasting thick antibiotic liquid into her mouth with the wife holding her down.
She was so upset that she was screaming for her grandmother. We finally got her to take the antibiotic by mixing it in her juice and threatening her to "get the syringe" again if she didn't drink all of the juice.
Her fever came down to about 101 F after some acetaminophen. At about midnight last night I went into her room and took her temperature again and it was back up to 105 F. It is so scary! I prepared some ibuprofen in her juice and took it to her. With Lolo lying flat in bed she leaned forward to drink her ibuprofen-laden juice. After the first sip she vomited a large amount all over herself and, her bed, pillow and blanket. She was shaking and quivering uncontrollably.
I took Lolo out of her bed and laid her on the floor. She felt so bad that she just laid on the floor with her eyes closed. After I got the sheets on the bed and a new pillowcase and put Lolo back into bed she willingly drank the rest of her ibuprofen juice and her fever eventually came back down again.
I went to bed and the wife took over. Lolo's fever shot back up again in the morning and she vomited again. She just was not able to hold down food. We called Lolo's pediatrician who was on call. He asked a few questions and told us to meet him at the emergency room.
We loaded up the car and took Lolo to the emergency room. She was just burning up! Lolo is used to having her temperature taken with an ear thermometer. They did not have one in the emergency room so it was either orally or rectally. She refused to do it orally so we had to hold her down and get her temperature rectally. The result was at least 103.8 F. She was 90 cm tall. They immediately gave her two acetaminophen suppositories to help bring down her temperature.
The doctor arrived and discussed with us what he thought might be going on. Lolo was showing all the signs of a kidney infection. The doctor ordered a slew of blood test, urinalysis and antibiotics requiring an IV. Once again we had to hold Lolo down as the nurse put in the IV. Lolo was screaming "Get it ayout, get it ayout" referring to the IV. The nurse did a good job of collecting the three vials of blood out of the screaming toddler. Fortunately the tears didn't last that long and the nurses brought her a popsicle and along with her lower fever she felt good enough to play "name that color" with me.
The doctor noted that he had never heard anyone say "out" the way Lolo did. He obviously enjoyed her "Belwood" dialect of the English language. Belwood is the little town in North Carolina from where the wife hails and was reared. Lolo spends a lot of time with her grandparents in Belwood where she has picked up this dialect.
We did not expect that we would be staying at the Hospital. The doctor admitted Lolo to the hospital and told us to expect a 2 to 3 night stay. He condition can be very serious and can lead to kidney damage and failure. The wife and I are very concerned.
The doctor also told us to expect that her fever would continue to rise and decline repeatedly for a couple of days even with the powerful antibiotics that she will be taking. After she was admitted to her own room on the pediatric floor her fever spiked again at 105 F. This time she willingly took ibuprofen. Her IV was pinching at the top so the Nurse had to retape it. Anytime we touched or messed with her "boo boo" as she called her IV, she would cry. The nurse retaped it and put a splint on her arm so she wouldn't bend her arm and aggravate the IV.
It is difficult to explain the horrible feeling and emotion I feel when I see my daughter sick to this degree. I'm not normally a very emotional person. I have been accused of being the opposite, but when it comes to my children I can easily get overwhelmed with emotion. If I were a firm believer I would pray but at this point I will simply think positive and hope that further painful tests are not needed.
She was so upset that she was screaming for her grandmother. We finally got her to take the antibiotic by mixing it in her juice and threatening her to "get the syringe" again if she didn't drink all of the juice.
Her fever came down to about 101 F after some acetaminophen. At about midnight last night I went into her room and took her temperature again and it was back up to 105 F. It is so scary! I prepared some ibuprofen in her juice and took it to her. With Lolo lying flat in bed she leaned forward to drink her ibuprofen-laden juice. After the first sip she vomited a large amount all over herself and, her bed, pillow and blanket. She was shaking and quivering uncontrollably.
I took Lolo out of her bed and laid her on the floor. She felt so bad that she just laid on the floor with her eyes closed. After I got the sheets on the bed and a new pillowcase and put Lolo back into bed she willingly drank the rest of her ibuprofen juice and her fever eventually came back down again.
I went to bed and the wife took over. Lolo's fever shot back up again in the morning and she vomited again. She just was not able to hold down food. We called Lolo's pediatrician who was on call. He asked a few questions and told us to meet him at the emergency room.
We loaded up the car and took Lolo to the emergency room. She was just burning up! Lolo is used to having her temperature taken with an ear thermometer. They did not have one in the emergency room so it was either orally or rectally. She refused to do it orally so we had to hold her down and get her temperature rectally. The result was at least 103.8 F. She was 90 cm tall. They immediately gave her two acetaminophen suppositories to help bring down her temperature.
The doctor arrived and discussed with us what he thought might be going on. Lolo was showing all the signs of a kidney infection. The doctor ordered a slew of blood test, urinalysis and antibiotics requiring an IV. Once again we had to hold Lolo down as the nurse put in the IV. Lolo was screaming "Get it ayout, get it ayout" referring to the IV. The nurse did a good job of collecting the three vials of blood out of the screaming toddler. Fortunately the tears didn't last that long and the nurses brought her a popsicle and along with her lower fever she felt good enough to play "name that color" with me.
The doctor noted that he had never heard anyone say "out" the way Lolo did. He obviously enjoyed her "Belwood" dialect of the English language. Belwood is the little town in North Carolina from where the wife hails and was reared. Lolo spends a lot of time with her grandparents in Belwood where she has picked up this dialect.
We did not expect that we would be staying at the Hospital. The doctor admitted Lolo to the hospital and told us to expect a 2 to 3 night stay. He condition can be very serious and can lead to kidney damage and failure. The wife and I are very concerned.
The doctor also told us to expect that her fever would continue to rise and decline repeatedly for a couple of days even with the powerful antibiotics that she will be taking. After she was admitted to her own room on the pediatric floor her fever spiked again at 105 F. This time she willingly took ibuprofen. Her IV was pinching at the top so the Nurse had to retape it. Anytime we touched or messed with her "boo boo" as she called her IV, she would cry. The nurse retaped it and put a splint on her arm so she wouldn't bend her arm and aggravate the IV.
It is difficult to explain the horrible feeling and emotion I feel when I see my daughter sick to this degree. I'm not normally a very emotional person. I have been accused of being the opposite, but when it comes to my children I can easily get overwhelmed with emotion. If I were a firm believer I would pray but at this point I will simply think positive and hope that further painful tests are not needed.
1/04/2007
I need a raise
It seems I just can't make enough money to quench my family's insatiable appetite for cash.
The twins have been to the doctor about five or six times in the past two months and London in just getting over a urinary tract infection. Now Atticus went to the ENT doctor and he will need tubes put in his ears. The deductible on our insurance is $1000 per person so Atticus will blow his away pretty quickly. I am buring up all the equity I had left over from my last house.
But nothing is more important than spending the money on the health of my children. Atticus was not sitting up and playing like his sister. Now we believe it is because he couldn't balance due to the chronic ear infections and all the fluid in his middle ear. We also believe that this is the reason is always so cranky and will not sleep through the night. Without this surgery the doctor believes that Atticus will continue to have chronic ear infections which could affect his speech development. The risks are minimal so we have decided to proceed with the operation on Tuesday January 9th.
Check out this site to see a quick video of the operation to insert tubes in the ears called a Myringotomy. I had this done when I was a young boy but the tubes were much different.
The twins have been to the doctor about five or six times in the past two months and London in just getting over a urinary tract infection. Now Atticus went to the ENT doctor and he will need tubes put in his ears. The deductible on our insurance is $1000 per person so Atticus will blow his away pretty quickly. I am buring up all the equity I had left over from my last house.
But nothing is more important than spending the money on the health of my children. Atticus was not sitting up and playing like his sister. Now we believe it is because he couldn't balance due to the chronic ear infections and all the fluid in his middle ear. We also believe that this is the reason is always so cranky and will not sleep through the night. Without this surgery the doctor believes that Atticus will continue to have chronic ear infections which could affect his speech development. The risks are minimal so we have decided to proceed with the operation on Tuesday January 9th.
Check out this site to see a quick video of the operation to insert tubes in the ears called a Myringotomy. I had this done when I was a young boy but the tubes were much different.
1/02/2007
Just a Few Random Notes
The first night I slept in our new house (new to us) was December 9, 2006 after returning late from a trip to Honduras
Adrienne has been sitting up for about two weeks.
Atticus crawled the entire way up the stairs from the kitchen to the second floor in our house. He also is very fussy and getting over a very nasty ear infection. He won't sit and play like his sister. He has the ability to sit but will not do it. He has to be crawling.
Adrienne loves her sister. She loves to watch Lolo and frequently giggles with delight while watching her. Adrienne will sit by herself and play for extended period of time without getting upset and crying.
Atticus mostly cries when you put him down. When he is feeling well he will crawl very quickly to something dangerous. He loves to crawl from the nursery to the bathroom and pull up on the tub.
I took Lolo to the doctor yesterday. She has a urinary tract infection. She was very well behaved. She asked if the doctor was going to put a sore on her behind referring to the flu shot she had a couple of months ago.
When I leave for work in the mornings she demands to have "hug kiss" and frequently asks "You going to make me some money?" She has been asking me to buy her Hello Kitty Gummies at Honeys (a local grocery store). This morning she asked me to buy her Wolf Gummies.
Adrienne has been sitting up for about two weeks.
Atticus crawled the entire way up the stairs from the kitchen to the second floor in our house. He also is very fussy and getting over a very nasty ear infection. He won't sit and play like his sister. He has the ability to sit but will not do it. He has to be crawling.
Adrienne loves her sister. She loves to watch Lolo and frequently giggles with delight while watching her. Adrienne will sit by herself and play for extended period of time without getting upset and crying.
Atticus mostly cries when you put him down. When he is feeling well he will crawl very quickly to something dangerous. He loves to crawl from the nursery to the bathroom and pull up on the tub.
I took Lolo to the doctor yesterday. She has a urinary tract infection. She was very well behaved. She asked if the doctor was going to put a sore on her behind referring to the flu shot she had a couple of months ago.
When I leave for work in the mornings she demands to have "hug kiss" and frequently asks "You going to make me some money?" She has been asking me to buy her Hello Kitty Gummies at Honeys (a local grocery store). This morning she asked me to buy her Wolf Gummies.
12/23/2006
The Twin Trials Continue
Atticus pulled himself up from a crawling position to a standing position about two days ago. He is crawling all over the place. He can go up the two stairs from the family room to the kitchen. Now it is almost impossible to put a diaper on him. He absolutely will not stay on his back. He starts getting really pissed off when I put on on his back to change his diaper and rolls over on his side and grabs the edge of the changing table and tries to flip himself on his stomach. I repeatedly pick him up from his stomach and put him back on his back. It takes about seven or eight repeats of me putting him back on his back before I can get a diaper back on is twisting ass.
Adrienne used to sleep well. Once upon a time (up to about a month ago) I could just put Adrienne down in the crib without having to rock her to sleep. As long as she had her thumb in her pie-hole she was good to go for a night's sleep. Now it takes the same routine as with Atticus- rocking and rocking and rocking and waiting for her to go to sleep before putting her down in the crib.
Of course Atticus is still on the same routine- bottle, rock for at least 20 minutes, then put him in the crib, pacifier in mouth and he is good for sleep for at most two hours. When he gets up he then sleeps where I am supposed to... next to my wife. This method allows my wife to actually get some sleep.
During the move from the old house to the new one, I had to skip town to try to save one of our largest accounts. The wife pretty much handled the move all by her self with help from my sister who I flew in to help from Indianapolis. Thank Mercury for her! Well both of the twins got viral infections while I was out of town and in the middle of moving all of our shit from one house to another. Needless to say the wife got pretty much no sleep when I was gone.
At least now we are both sleeping.
But the new house is a disaster area. Boxes are strewn everywhere. When we need something we have no clue with what damn box to begin our search. Now that pagan holiday has arrived where everyone goes apeshit and that has piled more on us to do.
Adrienne has had nasal congestion since she was born. I cannot recall more than one day in a row when she had a clear sounding breathing pattern. It always sounds like her sinuses are full of nasty mucous. The family doctor suspected allergies so the wife took Adrienne to an allergy doctor who ran a test that told us Adrienne has a dust mite allergy. This is just freaking great.
A little about dust mites:
They are everywhere.
They eat your dead skin.
They infest your bedding and carpet.
They thrive in warm high-humidity environments (like your mattress)
They absorb water out of the air.
They regularly eat their own excrement if there isn't enough food around (kind of sounds like my offspring)
If you walk over carpet you are stirring up millions of particles of dust mite shit that stay aloft in the air for up to twenty minutes. Perfect for those unfortunate people who are allergic to dust mite shit.
So we had been running a humidifier in the twins carpeted room since they were born. Looks like we are going to have to get rid of all that damn carpet. I guess the wife is going to have to start hooking so we can get the cash we need to keep our kids healthy. I would be happy to make the sacrifice of selling my body but I would enjoy it too much.
Adrienne used to sleep well. Once upon a time (up to about a month ago) I could just put Adrienne down in the crib without having to rock her to sleep. As long as she had her thumb in her pie-hole she was good to go for a night's sleep. Now it takes the same routine as with Atticus- rocking and rocking and rocking and waiting for her to go to sleep before putting her down in the crib.
Of course Atticus is still on the same routine- bottle, rock for at least 20 minutes, then put him in the crib, pacifier in mouth and he is good for sleep for at most two hours. When he gets up he then sleeps where I am supposed to... next to my wife. This method allows my wife to actually get some sleep.
During the move from the old house to the new one, I had to skip town to try to save one of our largest accounts. The wife pretty much handled the move all by her self with help from my sister who I flew in to help from Indianapolis. Thank Mercury for her! Well both of the twins got viral infections while I was out of town and in the middle of moving all of our shit from one house to another. Needless to say the wife got pretty much no sleep when I was gone.
At least now we are both sleeping.
But the new house is a disaster area. Boxes are strewn everywhere. When we need something we have no clue with what damn box to begin our search. Now that pagan holiday has arrived where everyone goes apeshit and that has piled more on us to do.
Adrienne has had nasal congestion since she was born. I cannot recall more than one day in a row when she had a clear sounding breathing pattern. It always sounds like her sinuses are full of nasty mucous. The family doctor suspected allergies so the wife took Adrienne to an allergy doctor who ran a test that told us Adrienne has a dust mite allergy. This is just freaking great.
A little about dust mites:
They are everywhere.
They eat your dead skin.
They infest your bedding and carpet.
They thrive in warm high-humidity environments (like your mattress)
They absorb water out of the air.
They regularly eat their own excrement if there isn't enough food around (kind of sounds like my offspring)
If you walk over carpet you are stirring up millions of particles of dust mite shit that stay aloft in the air for up to twenty minutes. Perfect for those unfortunate people who are allergic to dust mite shit.
So we had been running a humidifier in the twins carpeted room since they were born. Looks like we are going to have to get rid of all that damn carpet. I guess the wife is going to have to start hooking so we can get the cash we need to keep our kids healthy. I would be happy to make the sacrifice of selling my body but I would enjoy it too much.
12/14/2006
Sleep when I'm Dead
[Whine mode on]
It has been a while since I last updated this sorry-assed blog. I think it has something to do with moving all our shit from one house to another, me traveling out of the country once again, taking care of two sick 6 month hold babies and trying to get rid of two of my seven mortgages.
So we have this big assed house for which we traded our future financial security. I have this pissed off customer who required an emergency trip out of the country right in the middle of trying to get moved from our hold house to the new one. I have these two 6 month old babies who both have viral infections and cannot sleep for more than two hours at a time. I have this almost-three-year-old daughter who is pissed off that she can't go sleep in "her" house. And lastly but certainly not leastly I have this overstressed, overworked, delerious from lack of sleep wife who somehow still manages to keep it all together. She also managed to pack all of our shit up in boxes and arranged the movers to get all of our shit moved while I was away on the ass-kissing business trip.
Turns out Atticus has an ear infection on top of his viral infection and Adrienne has a dust mite allergy (our new house has carpet.. er I mean a dust mite orgy motel.. in all the bedrooms). I knew twins were going to be tough but HOLY SHIT I never thought it would be this difficult. What doesn't make you totally insane will make you stronger. But I think I am on the fringe of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
[Whine mode off]
Well at least I have started to lose my certification of professional abstainer. Is there a full moon out?
It has been a while since I last updated this sorry-assed blog. I think it has something to do with moving all our shit from one house to another, me traveling out of the country once again, taking care of two sick 6 month hold babies and trying to get rid of two of my seven mortgages.
So we have this big assed house for which we traded our future financial security. I have this pissed off customer who required an emergency trip out of the country right in the middle of trying to get moved from our hold house to the new one. I have these two 6 month old babies who both have viral infections and cannot sleep for more than two hours at a time. I have this almost-three-year-old daughter who is pissed off that she can't go sleep in "her" house. And lastly but certainly not leastly I have this overstressed, overworked, delerious from lack of sleep wife who somehow still manages to keep it all together. She also managed to pack all of our shit up in boxes and arranged the movers to get all of our shit moved while I was away on the ass-kissing business trip.
Turns out Atticus has an ear infection on top of his viral infection and Adrienne has a dust mite allergy (our new house has carpet.. er I mean a dust mite orgy motel.. in all the bedrooms). I knew twins were going to be tough but HOLY SHIT I never thought it would be this difficult. What doesn't make you totally insane will make you stronger. But I think I am on the fringe of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.
[Whine mode off]
Well at least I have started to lose my certification of professional abstainer. Is there a full moon out?
10/29/2006
god, what have I done?
Here is the house in which I curretly reside with the wife and three children under three:
Here is the house that will be our home after November 30:
I either need a raise or a lobotomy.
Here is the house that will be our home after November 30:
I either need a raise or a lobotomy.
10/10/2006
Attack of the Mad Shitter
Some people get stuck in Freud's infamous "Anal" stage.
Way back when I was a college sophomore someone on our hall started stealing the 12 oz drinking glasses from the dining hall, filling them with their fecal matter for the day and depositing it in front of an unsuspecting sleeping student's door. The poor bleary eyed student would awake in the morning to find the glass of cold turd staring at him as he opened the door. We dubbed the idiot who pulled these pranks the "Mad Shitter" It turned out the mad shitter was a senior in my fraternity. Bob Dalton, if you ever read this I hope someone shitteth on you.
It seems that the Mad Shitter has been reincarnated in a different not-so-discrete form. Lolo's big fun-thing-to-do-to-piss-off-the-parents now is playing with poop. What a delightful and fun way to spend quality time with a sweet little girl. We thought we had her potty trained but obviously she has regressed.
Over the past week she has thrilled herself three times. The first time it was finger painting on the white walls in the hall, on the door trim and on the carpet under her crib. We sternly informed her that poop was not for playing and that it belonged in the potty. She repeated back to us that poop belongs in the potty. As if to say "Fooled you dumbasses- I play with shit whenever I want to play with shit and you will run like a sissy and clean it up. I have ultimate power over you mindless and spineless dirtbags"
To prove her point, she made her next canvas the dining room table and floor. At least shit wipes easily from hardwood floors and underneath glass tabletops. Then yesterday Lolo decided that the patterns on the kitchen drapes did not have enough brown. Mmmm, Mmmm. Nothing like trying to get digested macaroni and cheese and goldfish off drapes that cost more than our car.
Maybe we can keep her in this stage for another two years. Then the twins will be old enough to battle Lolo in shit wars! We can have shit slumber parties, pin the shit on the donkey, and play hide-and-go-smear-shit-on-someone.
I gotta head out now and go buy some brown paint.
Way back when I was a college sophomore someone on our hall started stealing the 12 oz drinking glasses from the dining hall, filling them with their fecal matter for the day and depositing it in front of an unsuspecting sleeping student's door. The poor bleary eyed student would awake in the morning to find the glass of cold turd staring at him as he opened the door. We dubbed the idiot who pulled these pranks the "Mad Shitter" It turned out the mad shitter was a senior in my fraternity. Bob Dalton, if you ever read this I hope someone shitteth on you.
It seems that the Mad Shitter has been reincarnated in a different not-so-discrete form. Lolo's big fun-thing-to-do-to-piss-off-the-parents now is playing with poop. What a delightful and fun way to spend quality time with a sweet little girl. We thought we had her potty trained but obviously she has regressed.
Over the past week she has thrilled herself three times. The first time it was finger painting on the white walls in the hall, on the door trim and on the carpet under her crib. We sternly informed her that poop was not for playing and that it belonged in the potty. She repeated back to us that poop belongs in the potty. As if to say "Fooled you dumbasses- I play with shit whenever I want to play with shit and you will run like a sissy and clean it up. I have ultimate power over you mindless and spineless dirtbags"
To prove her point, she made her next canvas the dining room table and floor. At least shit wipes easily from hardwood floors and underneath glass tabletops. Then yesterday Lolo decided that the patterns on the kitchen drapes did not have enough brown. Mmmm, Mmmm. Nothing like trying to get digested macaroni and cheese and goldfish off drapes that cost more than our car.
Maybe we can keep her in this stage for another two years. Then the twins will be old enough to battle Lolo in shit wars! We can have shit slumber parties, pin the shit on the donkey, and play hide-and-go-smear-shit-on-someone.
I gotta head out now and go buy some brown paint.
9/19/2006
Aliens kidnap daughter and replace with small pissed off monster.
So today was another treat. Lolo did not want to go to sleep. She insisted that I leave the light on and the door open when I put her to bed. After about 15 minutes she started calling for mommy. The wife handed me Atticus and went into Lolo's bedroom. She emerged after about 15 minutes with Lolo crying and said "I guess she is just going to have to cry it out.
So we listened to Lolo cry.
And cry.
And scream.
For about 20 minutes.
The wife finally went back into Lolo's bedroom and the little monster soon was fast asleep.
What would life be without challenges.
Thank Mars that Adrienne is laid back. She can be put down and she will be just as happy like I am when I get a little action. Well, maybe not that happy. But she is content to sit and look around. She is able to put herself to sleep. She sucks her thumb and doesn't require constant rocking and holding to go to sleep.
Atticus on the other hand is just the opposite. He doesn't want to be put down. He can't go to sleep without twenty or so minutes of rocking and swaying. He gets pissed off if he is held in the same position for more than two minutes and definitely don't try to sit down with him if you aren't going to sit in a rocker.
How can these two be spawned from the same parents? I am beginning to think that the IVF clinic mixed my sperm up with that of a serial killers.
So we listened to Lolo cry.
And cry.
And scream.
For about 20 minutes.
The wife finally went back into Lolo's bedroom and the little monster soon was fast asleep.
What would life be without challenges.
Thank Mars that Adrienne is laid back. She can be put down and she will be just as happy like I am when I get a little action. Well, maybe not that happy. But she is content to sit and look around. She is able to put herself to sleep. She sucks her thumb and doesn't require constant rocking and holding to go to sleep.
Atticus on the other hand is just the opposite. He doesn't want to be put down. He can't go to sleep without twenty or so minutes of rocking and swaying. He gets pissed off if he is held in the same position for more than two minutes and definitely don't try to sit down with him if you aren't going to sit in a rocker.
How can these two be spawned from the same parents? I am beginning to think that the IVF clinic mixed my sperm up with that of a serial killers.
A Day in the Life
[Whine Mode On]
My day yesterday:
6:01- get whining daughter out of bed and fetch juice. Change daughter's soaked pull-up. Wonder why daughter was previously using potty but now would rather mess in her pants.
6:15- take shower and shave.
6:45- change female twin diaper.
6:50- prepare breakfast for 2.5 year old and watch as most of the breakfast is deposited on the floor and cocktail table.
7:00- drive to work.
7:30 to 5:00- work (vacation).
5:30- arrive home to embattled wife and attempt to dress 2.5 year old who doesn'’t want to put on swim suit.
5:45- take 2.5 year old to pool for swim lessons. Try not to notice young extremely attractive swim teacher in bathing suit.
5:50 to 6:24- make business calls.
6:30- try to convince 2.5 year old that it is time to leave.
6:45- arrive at grocery store to buy baby formula. 2.5 year old screams at top of her lungs in store because father will not buy her a light bulb. Strangers question why a 2.5 year old would want a lightbulb. Father wonders the same.
7:00- arrive home to wife attempting to get twins to sleep simultaneously.
7:15 attempt to give 2.5 year old bath while wife struggles with flailing twin.
7:25- attempt to blow dry hair of wiggling, screaming and crying 2.5 year old who is still pissed off that daddy didn't buy her a light bulb at the grocery store.
7:45- get pajamas on crying 2.5 year old screaming for mommy.
7:50- read book to somewhat subdued 2.5 year old as she puts her hands down her pants and then sniffs fingers.
8:00- put 2.5 year old in bed.
8:02- get 2.5 year old juice- the kind in the little green box because no other juice will satisfy 2.5 year old.
8:04- switch places with wife. Hold kicking male twin while wife lays on floor next to 2.5 year old in order to get her to sleep.
8:30- male twin still awake so feed male twin.
9:00- holding male twin over shoulder (the only position in which infant does not constantly wiggle) feel puke run down back and drip on floor.
9:30- continue to sway while holding male twin praying to someone that he will go to sleep.
9:50- male twin is asleep in arms. Attempt to put into crib.
9:51- male twin wakes up making gurgling noises. Pick up twin and continue to sway attempting to put him to sleep.
10:15- male twin is asleep. Attempt to put in crib.
10:16- male twin wakes up again. Pick up male twin and sway.
10:30- male twin is asleep. Attempt to put in crib. Attempt successful.
10:31- clean dried pre-digested baby formula off back and floor
10:35- heat meal in microwave
10:38- eat food
11:00- go to sleep on sofa since wife and female twin occupy queen bed previously slept in by father and mother
[Whine Mode Off]
9/13/2006
Newsflash - Wife reports that son has discovered penis
Last week the family went on "vacation" to our condo at the beach (the one that is a money vacuum) and much work was had by all adults present. I had just gotten back from Honduras and got to "relax" with the twins and Lolo for an entire week.During last week both of the twins started laughing. It is not a forceful laugh buy very soft and kind of understated but nonetheless a laugh. Another milestone.
Lolo spent the entire week in the pool except of course for when this picure was made. She is just too damn prissy to hang out on the beach for an extended period of time. Sure she got her ya-yas chasing seagulls that she could not catch (thank Zeus running makes her tired) and letting me bury her up to her neck in the sand. But the fun was always punctuated by a request to go to the pool. At first the waves excited her too but the fun of that wore off after the second day and she didn't' want anything to do with the salt water. So the day would always end with the wife tending to pooping, puking and crying twins and me standing in freezing hyperclorinated water catching a 2.5 year old throwing herself into the pool repeatedly for two hours at a time.
Nevertheless, I really enjoyed it and didn't want to come home.
The wife informed me yesterday the Atticus has found his penis. He is way ahead of me. I'm still looking for mine.
9/10/2006
Nancy Muniz
In Memory of Nancy Muniz
Age 45 on 9-11-01
Mother
Dedicated to her son
Well-liked friend to many
Hard-working
Human
Non-extremist religious views
A life that goes a long way in offsetting the cruelty of the rest of the world
If there is a glorious afterlife...
If there is a supreme being...
May you realize the ultimate kindness.
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