Coffee Mommy!

We were driving to Luke's Dr. appointment today and stopped at a red light. To our right there was a little strip mall with a Starbucks on the corner. Luke spotted it from the left side of the car. "Mommy! Coffee! Mommy! Coffee!" They learn so fast. Ha, ha! He's such a smart boy. But hey! He must get it from his mommy who should apparently have her medical license. My diagnosis was correct. The flu. Although, if he is vomiting at 3-4am that could possibly be an acid vomit which basically means he has an ulcer. At two years old. If it runs in the family (and it does) there would be a higher probability of an ulcer. We will be praying he quits vomiting and there's no ulcer.

Day Seven

Today Luke reached the one week mark for the flu part II. He vomited (this time in the bathroom) this morning. Therefore we are headed to the doctors. Here's Dr. Baker's aka mommy's diagnosis. THE FLU. B.R.A.T. diet and clear fluids and let the virus run it's course. And please leave your $35 co-pay at the front desk. We shall see how close I am to attaining my medical degree. I've always wanted to be a doctor! LOL.

Day Six

Today marks day six of the flu round II. I thought maybe Luke was on the up and up. 48 hours without vomiting . . . so we would start re-introducing food. WRONG. We started the morning off with a cup of half soy half milk nice and warm . . . the way he likes it. And right away after finishing he touches his belly, squats down and says, "hurt." Oh no. And from there on out I changed 6 diapers of diarrhea today. Yay for mommy! On the plus side, he had a bath and a shower so the top half of him smelled yummy : ) Here's to a new day, a new week & new blog topics!

Who wouldda thunk?

Favorite quote from today's church service.

"Using Mastercard won't send 'ya to hell, it's just biblically stupid."

Dave Ramsey

Who would have ever thought you would hear those words in one sentence . . . and at church of all places?!

Roomba Baby!

Just sat down and started channel surfing. First I saw this and thought, "how appropriate! Fit's right in with the theme of my week!"





And then I saw this - A Roomba!

Wouldn't this be so fun to have? It senses things we don't even see (according to the lady on HSN). I could go to sleep at night and in the morning my floors would be crumb free! Why don't I have this now? It would be like having a housekeeper that we never see or pay!

The Saga Continues

Woke up this morning to Baker saying goodbye. Then he came back and told me baby boy was on the couch sleeping. Uh oh. Yep, more puke. It was contained in his bed and he decided to move to the couch. Poor baby, he didn't even wake us. Anyhow. Enough posting about gross stuff. I find it ironic that this happened. I don't know of ANYONE who has ever gotten the flu twice in two weeks. I'm not mad, and I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining. I'm just letting you in to the irony of my little world that currently is just within the four walls of the flu house : )
So, that said, I need to find a new series to blog about - ha, ha!!!
I was reminded this morning that everyday, even the ones we didn't see coming or the days we thought we were through re-living are still the Lord's and he creates everyone.
Psalm 118:24 This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

'Tis the Season . . . (for flu)

2:00 AM Conversation With Baker

Groggily wake up to see it's the 2 am hour and wonder how long Luke has been in our bed.

Me to Baker: Are you putting him in bed? How long has he been in here?

Baker: Mummble, mummble . . .

Me: What?

Baker: He has a distinctive smell.

Me: What? What do you mean smell?

Baker: He just has a smell. Like vomit. Like he threw up.

(I'm now on my feet and out of bed). " HUH?"

Baker to Luke: Did you throw up?

Luke to Baker: I spit.

Baker to Luke: Did you throw up?

Luke to Baker: I spit.

(That was his story & he was stickin' to it.) I'm now down the hall and lookin' in Luke's bedroom. I start with the floor. You know the track record for this week. Nothin'. Mmmm. Look at the bed. Red puke. NOT AGAIN! I strip the bed, start the laundry. Brush Luke's teeth, wash his face & hands to help minimize the smell. Meanwhile Baker got him out of his jammies & into clean, fresh jammies. Back to bed we go. 'Course Luke's in our bed seeing as how his bed is naked. He keeps stirring. I notice he's rubbing his belly. Again. And again. And again. Several minutes go by. He's now sitting up and Baker tells him to lay down. I roll over & look at him. "Somethings not right. He's gonna throw up." Sure enough. Poor baby started dry heaving. He made it in the bowl. And then we went to the bathroom toilet. There's nothing like watching your two year old stand over the toilet with his head down dry heaving at 3am. So pitiful. I'd like to say that was the end of this story. But it's not. We awoke at 6:40am to Luke falling out of bed, hitting the bedside table, knocking over the lamp and crying. (disclaimer: we don't have a bed, we just have our mattresses on the floor. Therefore, Luke actually rolled out of bed). I picked him up and smelt something very foul. VERY foul. The other end. Great. It got on the bathroom rug. Change in jammies AGAIN. And more laundry to do today. Speaking of . . . I gotta go changed the loads in the washer.

An Affair to Remember

Yesterday was a good day. I did however use my carpet cleaner for the third day in a row. I have yet to put the thing away this week. I use it, tuck it aside upstairs & go about my day. Actually I had to leave in a hurry on Monday (see this post) and didn't have time to put it all away. But, that proved to be a good thing as Tuesday morning I had to use it again. Wednesday was lookin' good. All the way until the afternoon when after some unfortunate sippy cups dripped GRAPE juice upstairs in the carpet. Ick. I forgot to say in the infamous Monday post that the purple puke was GRAPE juice. I was about ready to ask for some good blogger friend help to get that stuff out of carpet, when it occured to me to use my favorite cleaner vs. Hoovers Carpet Stain Remover. My earth friendly, non-toxic cleaner in it's non-diluted form got the GRAPE juice out. PHEW!!! Hoover's spot cleaner - HUGE THUMBS DOWN. Unless you're looking to dye your carpet. Then use it. I guess you could say I'm extremely grateful for my carpet cleaner ESPECIALLY this week.

DISCLAIMER: The photo is just a representation of the actual carpet cleaner I use. Any similarities to my actual carpet cleaner is purely coincidental and the author does not accept responsibility for any mis-representation. LOL!

Just A Little Bit

If you didn't catch my post from yesterday. . . my long post, you might want to catch up. Today started out a little bit similar to yesterday. I again had to use the carpet cleaner in baby boy's room to clean up POOP. Yes, that's right. POOP. Diarrhea to be exact. So another bath, more carpet cleaning and wouldn't you know it, baby girl slept through it all. Right outside her door, her brother banging toys in the tub, yellin' and talkin' up a storm havin' a grand ole time. She slept until 9:30 am. And when she woke up she had crusty buggies under her nose. Poor baby. She slept a lot today and has a runny nose. I think her two front teeth are close to coming in. You can see them in the front and back of the gums. Just waiting for them to pop through the top. With baby girl sleeping a lot, I was able to get lots of laundry done. Even Mickey took a nice bath in the Whirlpool washer. It felt great to get so much done. However, I'm exhausted. We had our small group finance class tonight too. We need to complete an extensive budget. That should be interesting. But good. And I'm watching one of my fav shows - Biggest Loser. It was a great day. Even though it started out a little bit poopy.
Thanks a bunch to my new followers for the comments! I hope you have fun as you read about my little ventures as a mommy and in the journey to live a frugal life and become debt free!

Mon-Day, Mon-Day . . .

Today is the start of a new week. Let's re-cap the morning.

• Baby #1 woke us up at 5:30am gagging with that pre-puke sound. His nose was all stuffed up & he couldn't breath. He spit up in his beloved Binkie (blanket) & we had to quick find the other one. Put him in my bed, and after several minutes of squiggly two year old squirms . . . put him in his own bed. Not before giving him some juice to calm the dry throat.
• Awaken at 6:30(ish) to the sound of Baby #1 crying. But just for a moment. I hazily think that perhaps he heard daddy leaving for work downstairs & fall back asleep because the crying quit.
• Awaken shortly after 7am to get Baby #2 (who's fussing) up to feed her & start the day. On the way to her room I stop by Baby #1's room. Door is open, he's not in bed, and there appears to be something wet on the floor by the door. Look for Baby #1 and find him sleeping on the couch in the play room (right next to our room). Huh. Wonder what happen. Unplug vaporizer (that is suppose to be helping with the stuffy nose) and make a mental note to come back & clean up "wet mess."
• Get Baby #2 downstairs quickly before waking her brother, change diaper, prepare bottle & feed her. Lazily sitting in office chair with Baby girl watching the morning news. depressing. Here comes Baby #1. With purple stuff on his jammy shirt. Huh. Weird.
• Transfer laundry, start dryer. Start to load dishwasher. Notice foul smell coming from Baby #1. GROSS. Take him upstairs to put in bath because his diaper is THAT rotten. Run bath, get him in. Open his bedroom window to let in fresh air. Suddenly in the daylight notice that the "wet mess" is actually PURPLE PUKE. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
• Start by blotting purple spots with cleaner & dry cloth. Not working. Get spot remover. Treat & let sit for a while while I get carpet cleaner ready. Nothing worked. Check dryer. Clothes not dry. Restart.
• Get kids clothes. Wash baby boy's face & notice red dots covering his face. He broke blood vessels puking (just like his daddy does). Get baby boy out of tub. Baby girl is now pooping in her saucer. GROSS.
• Dress baby boy.
• Change baby girl's diaper. Dress baby girl.
• Put baby girl down for nap. Start folding towels. Fold 2 towels. Baby girl is crying too hard. Console her. Not working. Sit with her in rocker. Takes two minutes & she's out. Put her back in crib.
• Realize baby boy needs to eat breakfast. Or does he. Toast and warm apple juice. Toast for the tummy & warm juice for the throat. Besides clear juice is easier to clean up than curdled soymilk. Just in case. Make a quick protein shake for me.
• Shower. Dress. Baby boy comes wandering in to bathroom. STINKS.
• Change poopy diaper #3 (3 poopy diapers in under 3 hours).
• Load car.
• Answer phone call. Hairdresser calling to find out if I'm still coming to my appt. It's 10:10am. My appt is at 10:30. RIGHT? Oh, yeah. Sorry. See you then.
• Notice baby girl is sleeping on her tummy, sucking her thumb for the first time. Have to take pictures.
• Drop off kids at Grandma's. Baby boy crying.
• Late for appointment.

It's now Monday night. The towels still need to be folded & the dishes still need to be done. Sometimes that's just how it goes. There's always tomorrow.