Thursday, October 18, 2012

handmade custom home applique with name: Big M's order

The other day Big M came up to me and he said he wanted to out an order in. He has been seeing sew so much lately and I guess he just wanted something.

He said he wanted a frog. I thought it would be more interesting on a soccer ball. The two actually represents him very well. He loves it and that makes me happy.

I've been cresting a few things lately gearing up to open an online shop. I want to open with several inventory so I am busy creating. However, between creating things for the family and things to sell, it's been busy. I am not opening shop to get rich, I just want I make enough money to fund the creations I make for the kids and keep the hobby going. I figure this way, I can help a little bit financially - I can dress the kids with something they absolutely love.

Friday, October 12, 2012

The bravest guy I know

After countless phone calls to the insurance and doctor offices, Little M finally had his x-ray this morning. He was told to fast from midnight on, which was hard in a 2-yr old. We checked in at the hospital, got dressed on a gown and then on to the x-ray. He had to drink barium. The techs asked if he could drink from a straw, but I said the real problem is whether he would keep drinking the stuff. One tech said it wasn't that bad. I say, tell that to a 2-yr old.

In comes a doctor who seemed to be more adept to dealing with a little person. He ordered chocolate flavoring and the sipping began. But who can expect a kid to keep guzzling that stuff? He sipped it like fine tea, which apparently was cutting it. The divot called out for a syringe to connect to a straw so that the tech could push the liquid quicker. It worked well, even though Little M spit some of it.

Then the platform he was standing on was tilted into a table. I talked to Little M to pretend it was a spaceship, and it worked. I even got a smile. While laying down, he was made to turn this way, that way, arms up, arms down, turn to the tummy and back again. He did everything with a peep. The doctor asked me to ask him to cough several times and he did. He did great!

When it was over the doctor showed me the pictures. He explained that there was nothing anatomically wrong with my baby. He did have reflux, but at least this was a big cross out of our list.

We walked back to the car, and as soon as we were buckled in I called Daddy. All I could utter was that there was nothing wring with Little M's anatomy before emotions spilled out and ate blocked my words. I had no idea I was even keeping these worries in until they escaped. Hallelujah, thank you God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! There were prayers answered, worries erased and things events that were forgotten. All that mattered was that my baby was ok. We still had TI figure out why he keeps vomiting but we worry about that later.

I took my small guy to McD for breakfast afterward. He ate 2 1/2 hash browns and it was perfect. He talked to everyone, smiled at everyone, and wandered the floor. It was perfect.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

You can't mess with my sistah!

I can't believe I missed noting something so important, so here it is before I completely forget it. About 2 weeks ago, we were all in the soccer field while Big M was having his team practice. The kids were playing with the other siblings, running around, rolling on the grass. It so happened that one the kids they were playing with were also a pair of twins just slightly older than the girls, and the youngest is a boy that is just months older than Little M.

They were all running around, when K stopped. One of the twin boys came and by accident pushed K and K lost her footing. Being so late in the day and being tired from school, K was a bit whiny and started crying. Daddy and I walked over to her to console her and assure the other kid that everything was fine. The boy stood a few feet away looking, probably feeling somewhat responsible. His twin noticed what was going on, and started walking over to everyone and as soon as Little M saw the boy approaching, he started pushing and making a mean face towards him. Daddy grabbed hold of Little M to prevent him from hurting the older kid. We stared at each other open-mouthed. The mother, who saw the whole thing, was pretty amused. We apologized and explained that Little M has never acted protective before.

The boy was fearless, taking on someone twice his size and twice his age to protect his big sister. Who would have thought.  Don't mess with him!

I think Daddy is a little proud in that when the girls get older and start liking boys, that he has someone else to intimidate the boys away.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

To call or not to call the fire department

On Friday hubby decided to turn in early to catch up on his sleep. I decided to stay up and watch TV until midnight. As I entered our room, the smoke alarm went off. I froze for a second. I woke up hubby because it didn't seem like he was going to wake up right away. He went around the house to check it out. While it was still going I heard Big M call out scared. I told him we were checking it out. I come out of Big m's room and I see Daddy with a hanger in hand trying to silence the alarm. He kept trying for a few more seconds and finally I jumped up on a shelf and hushed it myself.

Daddy did more checking when the carbon monoxide came on. The first alarm was fire, this time the alarm was saying "carbon monoxide". Finally Daddy silenced it again and this time I was truly worried. After more checking, Daddy said it was a malfunction. It probably was but I could not help bit worry. What if wasn't a malfunction and the kids never wake up. I would never be able to live with myself.

I opened a window and I did some Googling. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I told Daddy we needed to call the Fire department. Thankfully, the awesome man that he is, Daddy never ever dismiss my fear and worry. Never. So I call the fire department and they sent someone in. First it was a van with 1 fire fight who toon a reading. Then he called for another reading and a fire truck with 5 fire fighters came. They ended up saying there was no carbon monoxide and we were cleared to come back inside at 130am.

Getting all the kids outside to the car was quite an undertaking. We wre not at all speedy, though we knew it wasn't an emergency. We hurried though. My long ago agreed upon job was to look after the boys, and Daddy got the girls. I wrapped Little M up in the blanket and hurried Big M to grab his jacket. Then the girls had to look for their jackets which was taking too long so we grabbed whatever we could on the end and stayed in van. It was a on the chilly side that night.

We took way too long to get out of the house. I know that if it had been an emergency, would run out naked of we had to.