Monday, January 27, 2014

Motherhood in the Trenches.

This post is largely about vomit. The weak stomached need not read on.

The scene at our house for two nights running. 4:30am…cough, blech.
-"Hattie, spit in into the trashcan!"
"No! There's trash in there. Bleh (on the bed). Bleh (on the carpet)"
-"Aim for the trashcan!"
"Get it away from me! (Bleh, bleh. bleh.)"

Wipe up as much vomit as we can. Yucky blankets to the laundry. Cover up the wet spot on the sheets; wonder why we only have one set of sheets for Hattie's bed. Fresh pajamas. Carpet Resolve on the floor. Scrub, scrub, scrub.

Settle the child. Wash hands. Crawl back in bed. Repeat at 5:30.

Adrenaline junkie? Try this scenario. It really gets my heart pumping….and for better or for worse, I haven't been able to get back to sleep before the 5:30 round, so at least that's one thing.  I think the adrenaline is that part that keeps a mama's gag reflex from operating full force; I think it's the part the helps you get down to the business of cleaning things up without thinking about being totally grossed out.

 This is the very first we've dealt with throw-up in Hattie's 2.5+ years, and I do count that a tremendous blessing. And no one else threw-up at either the sound or residual smell associated, and that too is a great blessing. And what's more, she hasn't thrown up since this morning. Maybe she's got the yuckies out of her little system……Nevermind, the yuckies are NOT out of her little system (sigh), but it wasn't throw up, and that is somewhat easier to deal with.

I think the hardest part so far has been lunch today. Adele and I had to eat, and poor Hattie was relegated to a squeeze pouch of applesauce.
"Mama, I'm better now, can I have some pizza too?"
-"No dear, this is the same pizza you threw up last night. Maybe tonight you can have some rice if that applesauce sits well."
"Okay, I'm ready for some rice."
-"Not yet, dear, you have to give your belly time to get better."……..and on and on. She doesn't seem to feel that badly, which is very confusing as to why she can't eat normally.

I feel like I'm earning a motherhood merit badge right now. It would probably say "Survived 1st Stomach Flu", and I'll feel a little taller and wiser having earned it.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

On Pink Cake (again)

 You may remember, I like pink cake. It's sheer pink-ness makes it much much more tasty than any other color cake I can imagine.
Hattie likes pink cake, too. With only four months until her birthday, she is talking most every day about how she'll be three on her birthday and how she'll have a strawberry cake and how-in a nutshell- she wants almost everything just the same as it was last year. I've told her she didn't have to have a strawberry cake, but she reassured me that it is the flavor of choice for her birthday. She's also told me that Adele wants an orange cake for her birthday. ;)

Now, I have a confession. I've been a little loathe to commit to pink cake again because before today, I was pretty sure there wasn't any other option for the strawberry gelatin part….I mean, I thought that all strawberry gelatin was loaded down with Red 40 and who knows what all, and that's why I was noncommittal.

But, Hallelujah, I found today on Amazon a more nutritious strawberry gelatin, and I'm stoked. I didn't want to make baby girl a cake that I couldn't really feel good about her eating.
I'm thankful to have this concern put to rest.

I'm thankful I can make Hattie pink cake on her birthday with a clear conscience.

I'm thankful we can indulge in pink cake to our hearts' content! It's going to be deliciously pink….in May.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Essential Oils

Before Thanksgiving, I received my order of essential oils (from Plant Therapy because they are tremendously cheaper than the bigger brands, but are good quality).
Do I think they work? For sure.
Are they going to keep us from getting sick altogether? Obviously not…Emery's on day three of the horrible flu, and my throat is feeling questionable.

Last night, the girls and I hunkered down for bed (Emery's has quarantined himself in the office), and I was tired enough that I didn't want to go get the oils and do our feet. No big deal, I thought. And then after a few hours, I realized that I couldn't sleep because my feet felt so DRY!
This is coming from a person who doesn't like to have lotion on her legs at night because it's harder to sleep.

I haven't gotten into using ALL of the oils in the kit I ordered (14 of them), but I do like the Immunity-Aid blend, orange, and lemon oils best so far.
I thought I would like Germ-Fighter, known as Thieves in one of the big brands, but it's too strong for my family. In a carrier oil, a few drops of Germ-Fighter will make the rest of my family's skin turn red, and in a diffuser, Adele starts sneezing. Oh well, I'm glad I didn't just buy that one by itself as I was tempted to do.


In other news, Adele learned to drink from a straw, which is just about the cutest thing in the world, next to her waking up and clapping first thing. And those two little teeth make her look bigger than I'm ready for. In fact, this whole 'being nine months old' thing is almost too much for my little heart. We've been able to hold her in our arms for as long as I held her in my womb. She's grown so much!
We canceled her well-visit this time because I had serious nerves about contracting illnesses at the Dr's office. I don't think they ought to schedule well-visits during flu season at all.

Emery having the flu this week has been a trial…most of all to him, I'm sure. Fevers of 104 aren't easy to deal with, but my little girlies crying because they can't play with Daddy is pretty hard too. And single parenting isn't a barrel of monkeys either. I'm really thankful he doesn't have to travel with his job; having Emery home every night is such a blessing.

Pray the rest of us are spared from the flu!

Tuesday, January 7, 2014


"He giveth more grace"

Oh how I need MORE GRACE!

Especially when Adele only slept an hour or two at a time last night.
Especially when I don't feel like I've recovered from our Christmas/New Year's travels.
Especially when my two year old is so thoroughly a two year old (and I'll leave it at that).

I wanted to pity myself this morning. I wanted to vent to any and all my mommy friends who would sympathize. I wanted to rationalize being short on patience and mercy with my children….But God {Aren't you thankful for the "But God"s in the Bible!}….but God reminded me that in my weakness, he is strong. That underneath are the everlasting arms. That He would sustain me and give me grace and strength for every moment.
So, I'm trying to be thankful for difficult days like this; thankful for the reminder of my own weaknesses and insufficiencies, and of the bigness of God.

"I can do all things through Christ"…..even getting the dishes washed!