I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.
This past week, the usual frenzied hum in our hive has slowed to an almost catatonic state. It all started with Busy bee, followed by myself and Baby bee and is finalizing with Hubbee. We have each in turn coughed, sneezed, wheezed, spit-up phelm, blew out "boogies", and whined.
This is the first family-wide sickness our hive has endured and I sure wish it would be the last. I never realized how trying it is as a mother to care for a sick family. I can handle the constant nose dripage but I can't handle the whining. Everything seemed to make Busy bee sad, mad or frustrated. He spent the majority of the past week crying and I spent the majority of the last week consoling him, all the while trying not to think "bad" thoughts. It is so frustrating to deal with a sick and mopey child. I can only imagine how frustrating it is to be sick, not be able to describe what hurts, and to deal with a grumpy mom.
This week has blatantly showed my downfalls as a mother. Not only am I impatient but I quickly lose all sense of compassion. And that which I most despised in the sick Busy bee's character, the whining, I myself am prone to do. I hope to learn and improve in these areas but I sure hope that the good Lord doesn't have any plans in the near future to "teach" me in the same manner which I have been thus taught.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Birthday Shoes
Our house was bursting at the seams this Saturday as our many friends so kindly came to wish Baby bee a Happy 1st Birthday. Everyone piled into our small living room/kitchen/dining room area that was decorated like a Winter Wonderland complete with snowflakes, balloons, crepe paper, and an igloo cake. Baby bee, who was decked out in her birthday party outfit, was a little cautious and stayed clung to my side for a few minutes until she felt confident enough to play with her nine little party guests. It was nostalgic to think back to Busy bee's 1st birthday when none of those little ones were even alive!
Though we had practiced, for the last two weeks, blowing out her birthday candle, Baby bee insistently tried to touch the flames throughout the "Happy Birthday" song. She did however thank everyone for our melodic attempt by clapping. With frosting covering her mouth, cheeks, hands and clothing one could only assume she thought her cake tasted delicious. Much to everyone's' surprise she was most excited about the presents pertaining to her attire. She cooed, clapped, and grinned at the beautiful outfits. A pair of shoes elicited the most exciting of responses as she demanded Hubbee promptly put them on her. Due to the pleasurable responses displayed upon opening her gifts, Hubbee is a little worried that this love of apparel will span for many long years and be a drain on our bank account...I was just excited at the thought that someone might eventually like to shop with me. And not to be left out, Busy bee has since commandeered a few of Baby bee's gifts but will grudgingly share when commanded. Needless to say, he has not thought of touching her shoes...she has yet to take them off!
We are so grateful for our friends and family who traveled many miles just to share and participate in this special event with us. We thank you for your kindness and generosity...we are all truly blessed to know you.
And to Baby bee, we are so lucky to have been given such a beautiful, intelligent, and loving gift from our Heavenly Father. We couldn't have asked for a sweeter spirit to live in our home and become a member of our family. We love you dearly.
Though we had practiced, for the last two weeks, blowing out her birthday candle, Baby bee insistently tried to touch the flames throughout the "Happy Birthday" song. She did however thank everyone for our melodic attempt by clapping. With frosting covering her mouth, cheeks, hands and clothing one could only assume she thought her cake tasted delicious. Much to everyone's' surprise she was most excited about the presents pertaining to her attire. She cooed, clapped, and grinned at the beautiful outfits. A pair of shoes elicited the most exciting of responses as she demanded Hubbee promptly put them on her. Due to the pleasurable responses displayed upon opening her gifts, Hubbee is a little worried that this love of apparel will span for many long years and be a drain on our bank account...I was just excited at the thought that someone might eventually like to shop with me. And not to be left out, Busy bee has since commandeered a few of Baby bee's gifts but will grudgingly share when commanded. Needless to say, he has not thought of touching her shoes...she has yet to take them off!
We are so grateful for our friends and family who traveled many miles just to share and participate in this special event with us. We thank you for your kindness and generosity...we are all truly blessed to know you.
And to Baby bee, we are so lucky to have been given such a beautiful, intelligent, and loving gift from our Heavenly Father. We couldn't have asked for a sweeter spirit to live in our home and become a member of our family. We love you dearly.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Baby bee is ONE!!!
Its hard to believe it but our "littles" (the affectionate nickname given to her during her birthing hospital stay...We couldn't decide upon a name until the day we took her home), "Chubby Delicious" (as she is known to many of her aunts and uncles), or Baby bee (as I refer to her here) has turned ONE.
Its sad to admit as a parent, but we almost forgot it was her birthday...We had our dates (not her actual birthdate) mixed up and thought her birthday was one day later. Luckily, we have been practicing "Happy Birthday" because it is Busy bee's new favorite song and she had been sung "Happy Birthday" many times on her actual birthday. Phew!
As any parent knows a child's birthday is accompanied with the oh-so-fun doctor's check-up. In the Army they refer to them as "Well Child" appointments. Ironic that the child goes in well but does not always leave that way... Anyway, Baby bee had hers today and it was quite the experience. I mistakenly thought we were going to have a great experience as we had made it a) on time, b) through the doctor's poking/prodding with minimal issues, and c) everyone was waiting patiently in the immunization waiting room.
That was until Baby bee, who had been chewing on the rubber tip of the infant tylenol bottle managed to open and spill all of its contents on her white shirt and my pants. The other moms in the waiting room were trying to hide their "glad that's not me" chuckles...Bless them!
I frantically searched the diaper bag for wipes only to realize that I hadn't remember to put them in this morning as I had told myself to "remind myself" last night. A nursing student took pity on me and brought me wet towels. They managed to remove most of the stickiness but the staining damage was already done.
Eventually, Baby bee's name was called and Busy bee, the stroller, all of our bags, Baby bee and her now bright orange shirt, and I all went into to the "shot" room. Baby bee did a great job getting the three shots in her legs but she almost managed to make the poor technician cry when he tried unsuccessfully three times to bandage her finger after taking a blood prick. He was trying to wrap two of her fingers together (wearing latex gloves) all the while Baby bee was moving her fingers, her hands, her arms...And once he would get it on she would promptly pull it off...all the while she was giggling and smirking what I can only describe as a "devilish smirk." He confided in me that giving shots to babies was the least favorite part of his job. I am sure Baby bee didn't help him change his mind.
So with the doctor's appointment and the shots done, I was certain we were in the clear...I mean we only had to make it to the car and drive home, right!?!
Well, Busy bee decided he didn't want to walk like a "big boy" and promptly threw a full-blown tantrum in the hospital halls when I gave him the boot out of the stroller so Baby bee could take a ride. His crying only worsened when opening the car door I accidentally hit him in the head which caused him to fall into the wet, slushy snow and ice covering the parking lot. So with newly drenched pants and an orange-stained shirt we loaded into the car. The whole ride home I consoled myself saying that they would sleep for hours after all this trauma.
It's now three hours later and I am the one who needs a nap...they are still fully charged and raring to go...maybe the Army should change the name from "Well Child" check-ups to "Well Child, Frazzled Parent" appointments.
Its sad to admit as a parent, but we almost forgot it was her birthday...We had our dates (not her actual birthdate) mixed up and thought her birthday was one day later. Luckily, we have been practicing "Happy Birthday" because it is Busy bee's new favorite song and she had been sung "Happy Birthday" many times on her actual birthday. Phew!
As any parent knows a child's birthday is accompanied with the oh-so-fun doctor's check-up. In the Army they refer to them as "Well Child" appointments. Ironic that the child goes in well but does not always leave that way... Anyway, Baby bee had hers today and it was quite the experience. I mistakenly thought we were going to have a great experience as we had made it a) on time, b) through the doctor's poking/prodding with minimal issues, and c) everyone was waiting patiently in the immunization waiting room.
That was until Baby bee, who had been chewing on the rubber tip of the infant tylenol bottle managed to open and spill all of its contents on her white shirt and my pants. The other moms in the waiting room were trying to hide their "glad that's not me" chuckles...Bless them!
I frantically searched the diaper bag for wipes only to realize that I hadn't remember to put them in this morning as I had told myself to "remind myself" last night. A nursing student took pity on me and brought me wet towels. They managed to remove most of the stickiness but the staining damage was already done.
Eventually, Baby bee's name was called and Busy bee, the stroller, all of our bags, Baby bee and her now bright orange shirt, and I all went into to the "shot" room. Baby bee did a great job getting the three shots in her legs but she almost managed to make the poor technician cry when he tried unsuccessfully three times to bandage her finger after taking a blood prick. He was trying to wrap two of her fingers together (wearing latex gloves) all the while Baby bee was moving her fingers, her hands, her arms...And once he would get it on she would promptly pull it off...all the while she was giggling and smirking what I can only describe as a "devilish smirk." He confided in me that giving shots to babies was the least favorite part of his job. I am sure Baby bee didn't help him change his mind.
So with the doctor's appointment and the shots done, I was certain we were in the clear...I mean we only had to make it to the car and drive home, right!?!
Well, Busy bee decided he didn't want to walk like a "big boy" and promptly threw a full-blown tantrum in the hospital halls when I gave him the boot out of the stroller so Baby bee could take a ride. His crying only worsened when opening the car door I accidentally hit him in the head which caused him to fall into the wet, slushy snow and ice covering the parking lot. So with newly drenched pants and an orange-stained shirt we loaded into the car. The whole ride home I consoled myself saying that they would sleep for hours after all this trauma.
It's now three hours later and I am the one who needs a nap...they are still fully charged and raring to go...maybe the Army should change the name from "Well Child" check-ups to "Well Child, Frazzled Parent" appointments.
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