Yes! I've been slacking again. But at least I kind of have an excuse.
My dad, who has had ongoing medical issues, passed out and fell down the stairs on Sunday night, resulting in us once again calling for an ambulance and him going to the hospital. It was one of those things where I saw it happening, but I couldn't get to him fast enough. I'm not sure how much of the actual fall I saw, and what I may have put together in my head, but it was bad. I thought he was going to have a broken neck. It was not pretty.
They did all the normal scans and whatnot, said everything looked okay, no real answer about the passing out (again, this is ongoing. Some guessed it was from so many procedures/surgeries in a short period of time, or him losing 40 lbs, or from the pain from his bowel resection, or it's from low blood sugar, and so on, and so on. The incident right after Christmas left him with his head split open and a lot of stitches. To make it worse, from that incident he got vertigo and a concussion, which they now are suggesting is the current reason he's losing consciousness.)
So we were sent home.
He had been in bed since Friday, not eating. Yesterday what he did eat, he threw up, then had abdominal pain. Passed out once, we were debating on what to do. Then a little later my mom was trying to talk to him, he wasn't focusing or answering her, then he passed out on the bed. She decided that was it, we needed to call for an ambulance again because something just wasn't right. So we were there until almost 5 am this morning. They admitted him. They are trying to move up this one last test they thought might find some results, originally they said they couldn't schedule him until NEXT Friday, so that's when it was set at. But this awesome ER doctor last night said he'd try to get it moved up.
So yeah, thus my lack of blogging. Or excuses anyway, haha!
Last night we had Chicken piccata over angel hair pasta. Tonight I made a HUGE pot of tomato sauce that I'm going to use as a base for a few dishes this week. Matt doesn't like to eat the same type of thing 2 nights in a row, so I had planned to do Eggplant parm and pasta tonight, pork chops tomorrow, Chicken parm and pasta Friday night, Brinner on Saturday, and then Meatballs and ravioli with sauce on Sunday. Well Thursdays meal will probably just be a free-for-all, frozen food dinner, because Matt's grandpa died on Monday. So we have the wake/viewing to go to tomorrow evening (then the funeral Friday morning.)
I also planned to do many other things this week which I'm sure won't get done.
I did get my daughters first physical therapy session scheduled, which will be on Monday at 10 am I think.
But yeah, that's about all I've gotten done.
I tried to pick a birthday theme/decor for her, but was getting nowhere and getting very distracted.
One day at a time I guess...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Slacking
Slacking on the blog a little bit. Actually writing this from My phone, sitting in bed.
Diets going good, kids have been crazy, not sure where the week went, can't believe it's Sunday now already!!
Will try to catch up the blog tomorrow.
Diets going good, kids have been crazy, not sure where the week went, can't believe it's Sunday now already!!
Will try to catch up the blog tomorrow.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
My sweet baby boy is 2 1/2 years old today!
So bittersweet.
Today is Logan's 2 1/2 year old 'birthday.'
How quickly the time has gone.
We are going hard into potty-training stating today, and luckily, somehow I was met with no resistance (after a nasty bout of diaper rash a few months back, he started freaking out over diaper changes and potty time.) Hopefully today was a sign of good things to come.
He is just the silliest and goofiest little boy ever.
He both frustrated and exhausts me to no end, and is the light of my life at the same time.
My life would never be the same without him. I often even find myself letting my mind drift back to the day he was born, which I can so far still remember every detail with great clarity. I can only hope these memories will all stay that fresh if I continue to recall them. I always find myself wishing for more pictures, more videos, more everything of the kids delivery day. After Logan I was upset because somehow I ended up with NO photos of he and I in the hospital. It sounds crazy, but I am not a photogenic person and pretty much always hate to have my photo taken. So people just assumed I wouldn't want it taken, and others swore that they thought I asked them not to. I wouldn't have minded, as long as it would've stayed private, or on my camera only. Looking the way I did, I wouldn't have wanted them put online or anything, but I wish I had them for my own memories.
With Meredith I made sure to ask Matt to take certain photos of her and I. Even looking like crap. I remembered how sad I was over not having those hospital photos with Logan.
And even now, with thoughts that we will have a 3rd child in a few years, I just think of how quickly it goes, and how much more I want to do if we get the chance to do it again.
Most people can't wait to get out of the hospital. But for me, I almost felt like it was this special, sacred time. That was the 'newborn' time. Remembered in my head with those soft fuzzy photo edges. Once you go home, they start growing too fast, life starts moving too fast, and it's back to routine. I love those beautiful first baby days in the hospital. Call me crazy.....
Diet went okay today. I did find myself a little hungry in the late evening. Probably due in part to a grocery store trip, and rearranging the pantry. Too much staring at and talking about food got the best of me. But overall, so far, I am finding this easier than I thought. I know I'm only 3 days in...but if you knew how much i love food, and how much I indulged in late night eating.... Well, I just figured getting back into eating healthier/less would leave me in an angry, crabby mood and giving in pretty quickly. I've been able to keep my mind on my goal though. And as cheesy as it sounds, I just "think thin" in my head. Our wedding photo is in a collage frame above the changing table, and seeing myself in 2008 all tan and skinny is definitely some good inspirations. I remember not only good I looked, but how great I FELT about myself. And just remember how nice it is to feel good about yourself. And how I can get back there again.
I weigh myself every day, which I know most people say not to do. But I keep a little diary of my progress, and keep myself from slipping this way. Though you don't always see day-to-day results, and sometimes the scale goes the wrong way, I find this is a good way to keep me motivated and keep myself in check. And I know the way my mind works....once I start seeing a few pounds come off it really pulls me forward to continue and work harder. So hopefully in a couple week I will be seeing results and starting to feel like the old me again. I would love to feel good and be excited about being in photos for Logan's birthday this summer. I even have a goal in mind for Meredith's birthday party which will be in early-mid March. It might be a pretty hard-to-reach goal, but I'm aiming for it nevertheless.
Today is Logan's 2 1/2 year old 'birthday.'
How quickly the time has gone.
We are going hard into potty-training stating today, and luckily, somehow I was met with no resistance (after a nasty bout of diaper rash a few months back, he started freaking out over diaper changes and potty time.) Hopefully today was a sign of good things to come.
He is just the silliest and goofiest little boy ever.
He both frustrated and exhausts me to no end, and is the light of my life at the same time.
My life would never be the same without him. I often even find myself letting my mind drift back to the day he was born, which I can so far still remember every detail with great clarity. I can only hope these memories will all stay that fresh if I continue to recall them. I always find myself wishing for more pictures, more videos, more everything of the kids delivery day. After Logan I was upset because somehow I ended up with NO photos of he and I in the hospital. It sounds crazy, but I am not a photogenic person and pretty much always hate to have my photo taken. So people just assumed I wouldn't want it taken, and others swore that they thought I asked them not to. I wouldn't have minded, as long as it would've stayed private, or on my camera only. Looking the way I did, I wouldn't have wanted them put online or anything, but I wish I had them for my own memories.
With Meredith I made sure to ask Matt to take certain photos of her and I. Even looking like crap. I remembered how sad I was over not having those hospital photos with Logan.
And even now, with thoughts that we will have a 3rd child in a few years, I just think of how quickly it goes, and how much more I want to do if we get the chance to do it again.
Most people can't wait to get out of the hospital. But for me, I almost felt like it was this special, sacred time. That was the 'newborn' time. Remembered in my head with those soft fuzzy photo edges. Once you go home, they start growing too fast, life starts moving too fast, and it's back to routine. I love those beautiful first baby days in the hospital. Call me crazy.....
Diet went okay today. I did find myself a little hungry in the late evening. Probably due in part to a grocery store trip, and rearranging the pantry. Too much staring at and talking about food got the best of me. But overall, so far, I am finding this easier than I thought. I know I'm only 3 days in...but if you knew how much i love food, and how much I indulged in late night eating.... Well, I just figured getting back into eating healthier/less would leave me in an angry, crabby mood and giving in pretty quickly. I've been able to keep my mind on my goal though. And as cheesy as it sounds, I just "think thin" in my head. Our wedding photo is in a collage frame above the changing table, and seeing myself in 2008 all tan and skinny is definitely some good inspirations. I remember not only good I looked, but how great I FELT about myself. And just remember how nice it is to feel good about yourself. And how I can get back there again.
I weigh myself every day, which I know most people say not to do. But I keep a little diary of my progress, and keep myself from slipping this way. Though you don't always see day-to-day results, and sometimes the scale goes the wrong way, I find this is a good way to keep me motivated and keep myself in check. And I know the way my mind works....once I start seeing a few pounds come off it really pulls me forward to continue and work harder. So hopefully in a couple week I will be seeing results and starting to feel like the old me again. I would love to feel good and be excited about being in photos for Logan's birthday this summer. I even have a goal in mind for Meredith's birthday party which will be in early-mid March. It might be a pretty hard-to-reach goal, but I'm aiming for it nevertheless.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Tueday 1/10/12
Diet day two went pretty well! I'm not dying of starvation or anything. I did find myself thinking about grabbing something to munch on a few times throughout the day, wihtout even realizing I was doing it. I caught myself though, and have been trying to remain very conscious of what I eat.
The morning started off pretty good, but trying to do too many things, too fast at once turned into a mess. I was trying to pay attention to Logan while washing dishes and making some bottles, and I managed to spill a container full of 16 ounces of formula. Ugh, it went all over myself and all over the kitchen. Not fun. Then I was just dropping things left and right. Thankfully by early afternoon I was doing a little better and a bit less clumsy, haha.
Made meatloaf with roasted potatoes and carrots for dinner. Nothing fancy, but everyone here eats it. Tomorrow I'm making a new recipe, just a simple crock pot chicken noodle soup. Hopefully it's good.
I'm hoping Logan will sleep tonight. Last night wasn't a good night for him. He was up several times. He's really becoming very particular about wanting papa at night. It might sound weird to some people, but when in was pregnant with Meredith I couldn't lift him when he was waking up in the middle of the night. And my dad (papa) was a big help with the middle of the night wake ups. And that just became routine for Logan, so he's set in his ways. Well he wasn't happy when he saw it was me coming in his room when he woke up crying the second time. He started yelling for papa. But I got him settled down after a minute, and we relaxed and rocked in the glider. At one point I thought he was asleep, but then he lifted his head up, so I asked him if he wanted to lay back down in bed. He told me yes, and I him down. He was squirmy for a minute or two, so I waited until I thought he was asleep. After about 5 minutes I was so sure he was asleep. I turned around and quietly went to leave the room. And right before I went to open the down, I heard the tiniest, most adorable, sleep voice say "bye mommy". I was worried he was going to get upset and start crying again, but I just quietly said "goodnight Logan" and left and he was fine :-)
and I was able to confirm for sure today, that he definitelynhas 2 molars on his bottom left side, but only 1 on his bottom right. It's been something we suspected with the nighttime wake ups, but he was never really into letting us look in his mouth to confirm. The one time my mom tried a few months ago, he bit down on her finger pretty hard. So we just left him alone. But I was able to see in his mouth today, and that's definitely the case. So at least I know what's going on, and hopefully that's the only thing waking him up at night. For a while there I had a lot of people mentioning these "night terrors" and I was beginning to wonder if that's what it was waking him up.
Time to go sit for a little bit and relax read a few more pages of "The Help" which I started last week, and is really good.
The morning started off pretty good, but trying to do too many things, too fast at once turned into a mess. I was trying to pay attention to Logan while washing dishes and making some bottles, and I managed to spill a container full of 16 ounces of formula. Ugh, it went all over myself and all over the kitchen. Not fun. Then I was just dropping things left and right. Thankfully by early afternoon I was doing a little better and a bit less clumsy, haha.
Made meatloaf with roasted potatoes and carrots for dinner. Nothing fancy, but everyone here eats it. Tomorrow I'm making a new recipe, just a simple crock pot chicken noodle soup. Hopefully it's good.
I'm hoping Logan will sleep tonight. Last night wasn't a good night for him. He was up several times. He's really becoming very particular about wanting papa at night. It might sound weird to some people, but when in was pregnant with Meredith I couldn't lift him when he was waking up in the middle of the night. And my dad (papa) was a big help with the middle of the night wake ups. And that just became routine for Logan, so he's set in his ways. Well he wasn't happy when he saw it was me coming in his room when he woke up crying the second time. He started yelling for papa. But I got him settled down after a minute, and we relaxed and rocked in the glider. At one point I thought he was asleep, but then he lifted his head up, so I asked him if he wanted to lay back down in bed. He told me yes, and I him down. He was squirmy for a minute or two, so I waited until I thought he was asleep. After about 5 minutes I was so sure he was asleep. I turned around and quietly went to leave the room. And right before I went to open the down, I heard the tiniest, most adorable, sleep voice say "bye mommy". I was worried he was going to get upset and start crying again, but I just quietly said "goodnight Logan" and left and he was fine :-)
and I was able to confirm for sure today, that he definitelynhas 2 molars on his bottom left side, but only 1 on his bottom right. It's been something we suspected with the nighttime wake ups, but he was never really into letting us look in his mouth to confirm. The one time my mom tried a few months ago, he bit down on her finger pretty hard. So we just left him alone. But I was able to see in his mouth today, and that's definitely the case. So at least I know what's going on, and hopefully that's the only thing waking him up at night. For a while there I had a lot of people mentioning these "night terrors" and I was beginning to wonder if that's what it was waking him up.
Time to go sit for a little bit and relax read a few more pages of "The Help" which I started last week, and is really good.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Awesome Monday :-)
Pretty awesome day for a Monday.
I got a little extra sleep, thanks a bunch to my mom.
Kids were pretty well behaved, we had a very enjoyable day.
I got a pot of sauce on for dinner, decided to do a red meat sauce with sweet Italian sausage for dinner tonight. I got that on right before 2 pm, which was just in time for Merediths appointment at 2pm. We had someone coming to the house as a follow up from a visit we had last week. Meredith wasn't doing very good sitting up on her own at her 9 month well check visit. So the doctor referred us to a program to evaluate her, and see if she needed additional help. Well they agreed she's a little behind on her gross motor skills. The problem was, when she would be in a sitting position she would just move around and rock around so much she would always fall right over. Of course between the time of her 9 month visit, and the time of the evaluation she managed to start sitting on her own just fine, go figure. But now she is still technically a little behind on the timeline for crawling. She's a little over 10 months old now. She's been doing a great job of getting up on all 4s recently, but isn't actually mobile. So we are going to check out a physical therapist just to see what they can help us with, for crawling and walking. I'm not going to push her to do anything she isn't ready to do, I just want to make sure I'm doing everyone for her that she needs. Even the program adviser person said we may do only a few sessions with a physical therapist and that might be all she needs! Or they may just be able to show us some things to do with her here at home. I feel a little bad, like it's partly my fault. Logan is such a little wild man, I don't think she got nearly as much floor time as Logan did as a baby. So I'm guessing that's mainly the problem. I don't think, and neither did the ladies who evaluated her, that there's anything actually wrong, persay, or any developmental problems, so that's good.
And she hasn't been eating 'solid' table food. Logan starting eating table food at a pretty early age, but Meredith has a tendency to be dramatic and start gagging anytime we tried things with her in the past. So I hadn't pushed that issue either. But today we successfully had some tiny pieces of banana! There was a few dramatic gagging moments, but she ended up finally eating several very tiny pieces! Plus we had teeth #2 and #3 come through last week. Tooth #4 is RIGHT there about to make it's debut as well.
Logan will be 2 1/2 years old on Wednesday! We need to get back on the potty-training train too! But he's been doing a lot more talking lately, so that's great. His vocabulary has definitely expanded.
The first day of the new diet wasn't too bad either. I ate a little more than I had planned at lunch, some chicken, but it probably wasn't too bad for me. I still felt hungry for about a half an hour afterward, but it subsided pretty quickly. I found myself thinking about food a little bit during the day, but it really wasn't too bad. At no point during the day did I find myself like absolutely starving. By the time dinner was done at 6, I was pretty hungry, I ate a good sized plate of pasta and a slice of garlic bread, but tried not to overdo it like I usually do. I'm going to try to not make a habit of eating high calorie desserts, but I had made brownie cheesecake over the weekend, so I allowed myself a small slice of that a few hours after dinner. I definitely think I was doing a lot if boredom and emotional eating. I thought I would be starving by this time at night (with Merediths late nights, I often found myself eating WAY too late at night). But honestly, while out of habit, I've thought of grabbing something to munch on, I stopped myself and have realized I'm not actually truly hungry. So I guess that's a good start!
I got a little extra sleep, thanks a bunch to my mom.
Kids were pretty well behaved, we had a very enjoyable day.
I got a pot of sauce on for dinner, decided to do a red meat sauce with sweet Italian sausage for dinner tonight. I got that on right before 2 pm, which was just in time for Merediths appointment at 2pm. We had someone coming to the house as a follow up from a visit we had last week. Meredith wasn't doing very good sitting up on her own at her 9 month well check visit. So the doctor referred us to a program to evaluate her, and see if she needed additional help. Well they agreed she's a little behind on her gross motor skills. The problem was, when she would be in a sitting position she would just move around and rock around so much she would always fall right over. Of course between the time of her 9 month visit, and the time of the evaluation she managed to start sitting on her own just fine, go figure. But now she is still technically a little behind on the timeline for crawling. She's a little over 10 months old now. She's been doing a great job of getting up on all 4s recently, but isn't actually mobile. So we are going to check out a physical therapist just to see what they can help us with, for crawling and walking. I'm not going to push her to do anything she isn't ready to do, I just want to make sure I'm doing everyone for her that she needs. Even the program adviser person said we may do only a few sessions with a physical therapist and that might be all she needs! Or they may just be able to show us some things to do with her here at home. I feel a little bad, like it's partly my fault. Logan is such a little wild man, I don't think she got nearly as much floor time as Logan did as a baby. So I'm guessing that's mainly the problem. I don't think, and neither did the ladies who evaluated her, that there's anything actually wrong, persay, or any developmental problems, so that's good.
And she hasn't been eating 'solid' table food. Logan starting eating table food at a pretty early age, but Meredith has a tendency to be dramatic and start gagging anytime we tried things with her in the past. So I hadn't pushed that issue either. But today we successfully had some tiny pieces of banana! There was a few dramatic gagging moments, but she ended up finally eating several very tiny pieces! Plus we had teeth #2 and #3 come through last week. Tooth #4 is RIGHT there about to make it's debut as well.
Logan will be 2 1/2 years old on Wednesday! We need to get back on the potty-training train too! But he's been doing a lot more talking lately, so that's great. His vocabulary has definitely expanded.
The first day of the new diet wasn't too bad either. I ate a little more than I had planned at lunch, some chicken, but it probably wasn't too bad for me. I still felt hungry for about a half an hour afterward, but it subsided pretty quickly. I found myself thinking about food a little bit during the day, but it really wasn't too bad. At no point during the day did I find myself like absolutely starving. By the time dinner was done at 6, I was pretty hungry, I ate a good sized plate of pasta and a slice of garlic bread, but tried not to overdo it like I usually do. I'm going to try to not make a habit of eating high calorie desserts, but I had made brownie cheesecake over the weekend, so I allowed myself a small slice of that a few hours after dinner. I definitely think I was doing a lot if boredom and emotional eating. I thought I would be starving by this time at night (with Merediths late nights, I often found myself eating WAY too late at night). But honestly, while out of habit, I've thought of grabbing something to munch on, I stopped myself and have realized I'm not actually truly hungry. So I guess that's a good start!
New beginning
I'm starting a new me tomorrow.
Well, today technically.
I'm nervous, and excited.
I'm really looking to make a whole person transformation. Though not really change who I am, just be a better version of myself. In many ways.
Yes, a lot of it seems like the typical New Years Resolution type stuff, losing weight and taking better care of my self for sure. But I also want to change a lot of other things. I think it's going to be hard, but really good in the end.
Wish me luck....,
Well, today technically.
I'm nervous, and excited.
I'm really looking to make a whole person transformation. Though not really change who I am, just be a better version of myself. In many ways.
Yes, a lot of it seems like the typical New Years Resolution type stuff, losing weight and taking better care of my self for sure. But I also want to change a lot of other things. I think it's going to be hard, but really good in the end.
Wish me luck....,
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Maybe I really will
Maybe I will actually blog more! I got a new phone, an iPhone to be more specific! And this nice pretty app will hopefully make it more convenient to blog!
It was a nightmare trying to blog o n my blackberry. Just a pain in the butt. So hopefully I can get the hang of typing on this thing and actually really blog more like I always swear I will!!
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