If only

So - as my desk top wallpaper background thingy, I have this:

Did you really expect anything else?

But here is the funny thing, when Tiffany sees him, she points and says "Papa". (That's what the girls call Aaron). I laugh, and Aaron thinks that it really isn't all that funny. I told him that it's a compliment of sorts. He has no sense of humor. Oh well, it's good to know she is at least my child.

I'm off to break up the WWF fight that is going on upstairs between two sisters that should be cleaning their room. joy.

I Was Told I Was a Bad Mom

I am sick of doctor's offices. I am sick of the smell, the waiting, and the hassle. I cringe when we set the next appointment and I don't look forward to it. That's just me. I can't stand the ring of their phones, or the weird scrubs they choose to wear. I get irritated if I am asked to arrive early and they are running late. I hate having my blood pressure checked, and seeing my weight on the scale. Grouchy bad mom.

I am a "bad" mother because I try to let my kiddos fight off any illness on their own - of course with pain meds when needed - but I don't rush to the doc with every bump, bruise, or fever. Their bodies were meant to fight illness. The pioneers didn't have urgent cares and such. I hardly use a thermometer, I rely on my wrist to determine if they are running a tad hot. When they get strep throat, I give them probiotics and let it run it's course, I don't always think antibiotics are the cure. My kids usually see their doc twice a year - and that for the routine stuff - I'm a bad mom, I know.

I don't believe in wasting money on organic. Aaron (ehm I ) did a paper last year on organic verses conventional. No difference, no boost of vitamins, nada zip zilch. Many studies showed that the soil is already contaminated from the air's pollution that all the food is the same. Also, the FDA doesn't regulate what stuff they spray on the organic food, so it could or couldn't be bad for ya. I just wash my food really good with Rit and then consume. Bad mom - wants to save money -send me to jail.

I guess between my appointments and Tiffany's appointment, I am done. Finished. No more. Okay, not really, but I have a small confession - when I checked my email tonight at 10:30pm and saw that the 12 year old girl I got to babysit for the doc appointment I have in the morning said that she ended up going to a sleepover and couldn't babysit - I kind of was relieved. Now I just have to call the doc at 7am and let them know that I can't make it. Bad mom.

Almost double digits

Isn't this an awesome picture? I took it at my parents house. I love how big her eyes are, and her little smirk on her face. It is one of my all time favorite pictures. FYI - This is Elle not Tiffany. Scary huh?

My sweet little Elle turned 9 yesterday. HOLY CRAP - she's 9. Scary thought. 7 more years 'till the driving and dating - and that scares me more!!

I am so glad she was sent to our family, my little red head who is filled with spitfire and is quick as a whip. I can't imagine my life without her. She has matured so much the past year and is one of the biggest helpers. Tiffany adores her, so I always feel comfortable leaving the kids with a babysitter because I know Elle with watch and mother Tiffany. I can't wait the 3 more years until I have a built in babysitter!!!

I'm tired.

So how was your night? Did you sleep well? Ahhhh - sleep, an old friend I rarely visit, but miss very much!

Last night or should I say this morning, I got home from work at 3:00am. No big deal - actually an early night for me. When I got home I was greeted by a certain 20 month old who was screaming and passing gas. This has been going on for days. I thought that maybe giving her a warm bath would help her relax and return to sleep. When I got her undressed for her bath I noticed the little rash that was on one side of her bum before I left to work had spread to both legs and her arms, and look very scary. I then noticed her breath was very foul and she was having no luck passing gas - or anything for that matter - this has been a chronic issue since birth.

I gave her a quick bath and then Googled - constipation, bad breath, and skin rash. The results were scary so I called the triage nurse. She said to bring her in ASAP. So off to the ER I went.

We were taken back rather quickly and x-rays and a number of other tests were preformed. It seems that over 80% thats right folks 80% of her insides were backed up with poop. So they gave her a high powered enema to help out.

It did.
It stunk.
It was done twice.
50% was removed.
She cried.

We now go see her gastroenterologist on Monday, in hope of ending this madness.

My past 24 hours:
Work 8:30pm - 2:30am
ER 4:00am - 10:00am
Nap 10:30am -12:00pm
diaper change
diaper change
diaper change.

I'm pooped.

What's in a name

I haven't quite processed that I'm having a boy. It seems so.... so.... so.... foreign. It's weird. It really hasn't hit me - well - it did a little bit when I was cleaning out Tiffany's clothes that were too small and making a pile for Julia's daughter - I got emotional to think that I wouldn't need this dress or that shirt ever again, and all three monkey's had worn it. Must be the pregnancy hormones.

We have picked out a name - trust me this was no small task - I am surprised we actually picked out a name before the burger was born - I thought for sure we would be looking at him in the hospital and trying to figure out what the man child should be called. Aaron has wanted to keep his family tradition (even though his bro's didn't) of the initials spelling something. Aaron is ADD, then we have BED, AND, & TED. So with this one, we needed a name that started with a vowel since Aaron wanted to pass on his middle name. My only rule is that you can yell the whole name with out stumbling over it - so when they are in big trouble you can scream it. We kicked around ALOT of names - but none felt right. So one morning, like this one - when I couldn't sleep I went online and started looking at boys names that started with vowels. I made a list, but one kept slapping me in the face. When Aaron finally woke up - I showed him the list - and the same name slapped him in the face. It felt right - so it's a keeper.

We have shared the name with a few people - a couple of ya'll liked it - the majority gave is a look of "what?!" as if we were naming him Adolf or Ebeneezer- and have since contacted us with better names. Sorry. We like the name we have chosen, but the suggestions are rather funny of what he should be named - remember the initials -

Stephen Allen Doster
Samuel Tanner Doster
Matthew Aaron Doster
Owen LaDell Doster
Kenneth Ian Doster - totally dig this one - I would call him Kenny for short.
Harold Ethan Aaron Doster
Renzo Elias Doster
Nathan Aaron Doster Sr - my mother thought of this one.

and so on and so forth.....

As for now, we are keeping the name to ourselves, mostly because I am sick of "the look". Until then - feel free to give us a suggestion.