First My Son with Needles, Now My Baby with Blood
Spring Break day one and this is how we started the day:
It actually started with crying about how sore her wiggly tooth was.
Then the blood came.
Then more tears.
Then the tissue paper wad was soaked with bright red and my little K was not loving it.
She walked into my room and said, "mom, I'm shaky."
I looked at her and realized she was pale.
"I don't like blood."
I don't either honey. Do you feel okay?
"I think I want to throw up."
Okay, do it in the bathroom!
We raced in and she sat down on the floor.
I immediately remembered when my son passed out.
K was mesmorized and frightened by the bloody tissue and I thought she is going to faint.
I grabbed it and flushed it down and told her to relax.
Maybe we should pull out the tooth and be done with it...
"NO! That will hurt!"
The color was coming back to her face and with a couple of tugs on her own, K had the tooth in her hand and her gummy smile was such a relief!
"Let's get donuts to celebrate!"
Well thank goodness for the change in her behavior.
I hope this fear doesn't pop up every time, because two more of her teeth are loose.
I'm thinking pureed ham for her this Sunday.
Sing along with me..."All I want for Easter is my 2 Front Teeth!"
I'll Take Codeine and a Side of Steroids Please
Can an old lady catch a break?Ever since I turned 40, I've been sick.
The flu for a week.
Now, bronchitis. For the last week and a half.
Thank god my mammogram report came back normal or I would have thought that this over the hill thing was going to bury me under it.
I already had to cancel a trip to Lake Tahoe, that was tough.
The kids looked forward to snow and lots of it!
We looked forward to a Lake Tahoe winter
My doctor said, "are you kidding, do you want pneumonia?" Thanks bronchitis.
Second round of antibiotics, and inhaler, cough meds with codeine, and now Prednisone.
Steroids...yeah well they say you won't sleep, you will eat a ton, and you'll get puffy.
Sounds like a super solution to my current ailment.
What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger right?
Well, then I should be hitting homeruns in no time.
So many things to look forward to in the upcoming months, I don't have time to be sick anymore.
So do you hear that body?
I know you're all "ooh I'm forty now, I'm going to slough off and get squishy, take that Jen."
You know what body...that's not cool.
I'm going to beat this and I'm going to take care of you and you'll see, you'll be stronger than ever.
You're going to try and get all Honey BooBoo Mom's CHINS on me, and I'm going be all...I don't think so, I'm going to do chin exercises so take that!Hmm.
I better check the side-effects of all those drugs.
40 So Far: The Flu and Pancake Boobs!
I had a few pre-40 birthday celebrations and they were fabulous!A trip to Vegas with my honey, a limo ride wine tasting with friends, dinner and dancing until the wee hours....
THEN the flu hit me.
I thought I was sore and tired from dancing and the wine.
Nope, fever set in and the aches continued.
Then the fever went away and came back for days...through my actual birthday last Wednesday.
That night my mom had planned a dinner out.
I had a 101 fever.
Originally she planned a surprise party then told me about it because she was cancelling it. This because I had planned my own event the weekend before.
Nonetheless, it was going to be the five of us and my parents.
I nearly called to cancel at the last minute and begged my hubby and DQ to tell me if there was any last minute surprises I should expect.
No and nope were the answers.
I barely did my hair, dressed shabbily and headed out the door. I was cold and tired and I'm sure the bags under my eyes could contain my wardrobe.
We walk into the restaurant and are led to the "side room" where larger than 7 people events are held.
I KNEW it, and I looked and felt like crap, and the doors opened to SURPRISE and photo flashes that immediately made my head throb.
Oh the sweetness though of the thought and preparation that my mom and my oldest put into a Hawaii-themed (LOVE) surprise party for me!!
Friends and family hugged though I warned them of my plague.
The night was fun, the food fab, the friends and family the best.
By the end of the night I was feeling better and I passed out when I got home.
It wasn't until Friday where the fever was all gone, and I felt semi-human again.
Now for Monday...
My first mammogram ever and I'm terrified.
Not of the procedure, but of the wait for the results.
My aunt (mom's sister) passed from breast cancer at age 39 back in 1966.
This growing old thing...tiring and scary.
Sometimes I want to be 20 again.
Not a Jump House, but a Jump SLIDE.
It's birthday week for K and I.
Well more for K, I tend to spend about 3 birthday MONTHS celebrating all that is me.
And, yes I totally deserve it.
That's what my hubby says.
And, I believe everything he says.
He's like the internet, he never lies.
So after the plethora of baseball meetings that are totally cramping my reality TV plans during the evenings this week, the weekend is TIME TO PARTY!
First, it will be all Lalaloopsy up in here with probably close to 400 hundred kids coming to celebrate K's SEVENTH birthday.
Okay, so I invited about 25 kids, and you
Nope, not our parties, we invite 25 and 40 come. I'm not sure how that happens, but siblings of kids and neighbors, and even teachers from the school show up. It's a mad house of fun.
To boot, we ordered a jumphouse..and not the box-ed in, dog-pile, WWF kind, it's a SLIDE.
It's going to be like Wipeout for kids.
Just add the 35% chance of rain and all hell may just break loose.
Fab.
I don't know how many more kiddie parties I'm allowed but if this is the last one, they we're going out with a bang.
So then after they deflate the slide and pull the last kid off the plastic, it's my party!
Myself and 13 others are going to stack ourselves into a limo like I did back 3 years ago,
http://www.themomjen.com/2010/02/duh-nuh-nuh-na-nuh-nuh-they-say-its-my.html and we're going wine tasting then to dinner!
OOH it's going to be fun and crazy, and wild and fun.
Did I mention I'm turning 40!
I'm going to try not to take a turn at the jump slide because I can already forsee a broken hip.
BUT, if that slide is still there after wine tasting, anything can happen!
Tooth Fairy Alert: A Special Request
Hubby and I and 3 other couples just returned from a New Year's-slash-early 40th birthday celebration in Vegas.I'd tell you what happened, but with that whole "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" pact you make when you get off the plane and all...
It's pretty much top secret.
Or completely boring.
Or completely amazing.
I'll just say no one was tattooed {I think} and there was no tigers in our room and we may or may not have seen Chumlee from Pawn Stars.
Okay. Done.
So we arrive home and drive to meet the family and out jumps my littlest K smiling with THIS FACE:
I don't know about you, but that is a massive void and the tooth fairy better be on her game because at the last dentist appointment the dentist said her adult tooth is WAY up there.
Like, she wasn't suppose to lose that tooth for another 2-3 months or so.
Like, that adult tooth won't be here for another 4-6 months.
Oh well.
Of course the excitement builds as she anticipates who will be visiting under her pillow that night.
What's the tooth fairy bring in your neck of the woods?
Mom, does the toof {and yes, now she lisps} faiwwy bring other stuff besides money?
Like what do you mean?
Like a suitcase.
Uh, what now?!
{Friend from school} got a suitcase thingy when she lost her tooth.
Like to pack clothes in for a trip?!
NO! Like the one I got with Rapunzel on it with whip gloss in it.
Ohhh! Yes, like a little tin lunch box!
Uh huh! Uh huh! {nodding crazily}
Yeah, no. I'm pretty sure she only brings money.
This is 40: Clothes Shopping
So my teen wants to shop every day if she could.I used to be like that when I was her age.
Now it's a struggle.
I'm super indecisive, I have no clue about fashion, and I'm short.
Super short, like 5'1 and that's a stretch, short.
Everything I love in fashion is made for 6 foot amazonian women with no waist, boobs, or butt.
I have the no butt thing ROCKED, but the rest, not so much.
I love floor length sun dresses.
I love skinny jeans.
I love boot cut jeans.
NONE of that looks good on a short person.
None.
It just makes you look shorter, and weird-like.
I love a good heel but then my toes go numb and I walk funny and that look is SO 1987.
SIGH.
So I'm strolling the Hollister Co. store, Gap, Forever 21, Old Navy, H&M following teens around and I want to cry.
Where does a short almost 40 year old shop?
Most things don't fit right, or are too young for me. If it fits right, I look 85 instead of 40.
My mom who was with us is in her 60's and has a million times more style than me.
How does that even happen?
She's super hip too.
I mean we walk into Hot Topic and the music blaring on the stereo is a song SHE KNOWS.
I turn around and look to see who's singing and it's GRANDMA.
HOW do you know this song that's playing in this skater/goth/hip/ clothing store?!
Duh, it's "I Got You Babe." my mother tells me.
Okay it's a cover, but wow.
This is 40 huh?!
Clothes don't look good, I'm getting a neck thing my 6 year old likes to call a GOBBLE, and my 60-something mom is cooler than me.
Fab.
Mama and Her Ducks
